5 comments/ 134681 views/ 14 favorites Dysfunctional Family or Just Lucky Ch. 01 By: leatherteacher Chapter 1 The Parents Carl and Leah had been married for nearly 20 years when she met Brett Singleton, the catalyst of her current lifestyle. Their marriage had been good with lots of frequent sex for the first ten years. Something had been missing that Leah had never noticed until she met Brett at a Christmas party at a friend's home. Carl had gone off with his friends, as he usually did, leaving her alone in the crowd and more vulnerable than she could have ever guessed. Brett asked her to dance and she said no, she was sorry, but she was married and didn't think it would be right. He left her momentarily making her think he had taken the hint, but returned quickly with a large glass of wine for her. As she drank the wine, he told her about himself. He was a day trader who'd started out with a fortune he'd inherited from his parents and he had more than doubled that in less than ten years. He lived in a mansion in the suburbs with his sister. After two glasses of wine, he'd insisted that she dance with him. For some reason, his compelling insistence that she dance with him overcame her stubborn inhibitions and she stepped onto the dance floor to dance to the old favorite Lady In Red. The wine went to her head quickly and he talked into her ear the whole time they danced slowly around the floor. He told her how beautiful she was and how he would like to get to know her better. "How would you like to become good friends with me, Leah?" he asked her. "Ummm," she moaned back to him. The one dance turned into two and then three and then several more. After an hour of slow close dancing, almost intimate cuddling, and murmured conversation, her mind and body felt as if they'd been charged with a force, an energy that had been missing from her life for many years. She was becoming sexually aroused in a way that was unfamiliar but very strong and very right for her. It was at that time that Carl's friends returned to her laughing at Carl's predicament. It seems he was outside in the garden vomiting up the mixture of different types of alcohol he'd been drinking all evening. She realized that she was too far into her own cups to drive him home and was wondering just what to do when Brett offered to take them home in his car. She knew she could come back in the morning to get her own vehicle where Carl had parked it earlier. Upon retrieving her drunken husband with Carl's help, and walking with the two men to Brett's car, she was astounded to see that it was a chauffeured limousine. Brett helped her tuck Carl into one long side seat and then sat next to Brett on the other side seat. He poured her another wine and told the driver to drive around for awhile. His soothing baritone voice and the fine wine had her as mellow as a sleeping fairy within minutes. It was at this time that Brett began to tell her of the things he was going to do to her over the next few months. She giggled at his foolish fantasies as he refilled her wine glass and described in detail scene after scene for her sexual pleasure. He told her she would learn to kneel and worship his hard cock, to suck it and eat his cum, and learn to love and nurture it within her wet warm pussy as they slept together. In her intoxicated state, the masculine voice sounded more like a harbinger of things to come than a horny man wanting to get into her panties. Then he began to give her instructions in a commanding voice, a voice that cut right into her body making it follow the commands before her mind had time to process the commands to verify their appropriateness. He told her to slip the spaghetti straps of her silk dinner dress from her shoulders and let the silk fall from her tits. The use of the more coarse term tits rather than breasts sent an excited shudder down her spine into her pussy where it became a veritable pit of hot coals. Without knowing exactly how, she found her braless tits exposed to the air as well as his seeking hands and insistent lips. Then she heard that baritone voice instructing her again. "Now pull up the hem of your dress to your waist so I can finger fuck your hot wanton pussy," it said. Again, without her consent, her hands did his bidding. Brett's expertise in kissing had her swooning as his fingers did wondrous things to her pussy. Her mind wrapped itself around each and every word that commanding baritone voice spoke into her ears. Her adolescent day and night dreams of being the sexual property of a strong virile man who used and, yes abused her body, with the loving sadistic attention she had craved from her earliest sexual awakening returned to her mind with mind bending strength and familiarity. She felt her utter self melting into a sexual puddle of physical and emotional matter that flowed eagerly with his directing, commanding words. "Unbutton my shirt Leah," that voice sounded and she eagerly began working the buttons of his red silk shirt exposing his muscular chest with its sparse growth of black hair. As her fingers reached his belly and had to pull the shirt from the waistband of his grey slacks, her lips, puffy and stiff from his physically demanding kisses, went to his nipples and began licking, sucking, and biting them wrenching moans and groans of his own pleasure from his lips. "Slide to your knees and open my trousers, Leah," that soft sexy baritone voice commanded her and she did. She was eager to slide those pants down and see what surprise he had waiting for her there. First the belt, then the three buttons above his zipper. Next the zipper and, as he raised his hips from the black leather seats, she slipped the trousers down to his ankles. The bulge beneath his black briefs looked daunting to her. But that very scary size added a cup of gasoline to the fire in her pussy. Her hands went to the elastic waistband of those briefs at his sides and began working them down. As they went lower, the elastic band caught behind that impressive upturned bulge. She looked up into his eyes with an excited twinkle in her green glowing eyes, and lowered her mouth to the elastic band and grasped it between her teeth. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled the garment away from his body and up over the turgid hidden cock. Her hands and mouth worked in unison to lower the briefs as his hips again lifted to allow their passage. She allowed the tip of her nose to rub gently along the large vein that ran along the bottom of his hard cock as she slowly pulled the garment down to his knees. She sat back on her heels feeling the stiletto tips of her five inch heels pressing into her ass cheeks as she sat there looking at what she already knew would soon be the center of her existence. She reveled at the picture she must present to his focused brown eyes; a very attractive middle aged woman who worked out vigorously and regularly, large still firm tits with huge finger-sized granite nipples, with her black silk cocktail dress, top and bottom, gathered around her waist. As her eyes lock onto his, she watched those brown orgs move from her naked, wet, red, bite marked breast, no tits, to her wet gaping pussy where his fingers had so recently romped and played. She gloried in the recognition of what she was in those eyes. He was looking at his personal voluntary fuck slut! She confirmed and cemented that bond by saying, "What do you want me to do for you, Brett?" "What will you not do for me, Leah?" was his challenging reply. She lowered her eyes from his, looked down her naked aroused body and said in a quiet voice, "There is nothing I will not do for you." He directed the chauffeur to drive home. During the 20 minute drive, he made her kneel there as he continued to fuck her dripping pussy with fingers of both hands as his lips, tongue, and teeth continued their exploration and abuse of her nipples. He repeatedly drew groans of pleasure/pain from her open lips as he slowly tightened his teeth on one or the other of her nipples leaving several rows of teeth marks on those hard large pieces of flesh. Once the limo pulled into the three car garage, he told her to get out of the car and hold her dress where it was around her waist. He and the chauffeur removed the still unconscious body of her husband from the car and the chauffeur carried it into the house, through the kitchen and into the large den where he dumped it unceremoniously onto one of the two large leather couches. "Go upstairs and release Brea from her bed and bring her down here," Brett told the chauffeur. Take a few minutes and make sure she's hot and ready to fuck. While the large man was gone, Brett placed Leah beneath a large overhead beam and pressed a hidden control beneath the arm of a nearby chair, and two chains with leather cuffs at their ends lowered silently from a recess behind the beam. As Leah looked at those bondage restraints, her already beating heart began galloping like a runaway mare in heat. She had fantasized about being bound in such a device throughout her teenaged years. She had even tried to get several of her high school boyfriends to tie her up or spank her but all they wanted to do was get their dicks into her pussy. She had always settled for that although she was never sure if she had settled for second best or not. Later, in college, she had given up on ever fulfilling her bondage fantasies. And now, as Brett lifted her wrists and secured them in the overhead cuffs, her heart soared on the wings of what she hoped would become egalitarian sex. In the large master bedroom upstairs, the chauffeur stood beside his boss's twin sister. She was lying on the bed, totally naked, with easily broken kite string securing her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The string was purely symbolic since she could break it with a fairly gentle pull. But she and Brett were deeply into roll playing games. This weekend she had played the kidnapped rape victim. And Brett played the rapist very realistically and energetically. She had the bruises to prove that. The chauffeur carefully removed the large butterfly nipple clips and the vibrators attached to them and placed them in the box they were kept in. He bent his lips to suckle at the tortured buds as Brea groaned loudly in pain as the blood returned to them. When her mouth relaxed as the nipples stopped screaming in agony, his fingers released the third butterfly clip from her hugely erect clit. This brought renewed screams of intense agony from the pretty young woman. Again, he used his lips and tongue to both arouse and intensify the pain of the release. When she more or less settled down, he slipped the intricate vibrating apparatus from her highly over-aroused pussy. This was a six inch vibrating dildo with a cluster of quarter inch metal balls attached to its end with high tinsel strips of metal wire. The vibrations from the powerful motor in the dildo followed the wires to the eight metal balls causing each of them to move in sympathy with the vibrations of the dildo. In effect, each ball acted as its own arousing vibrator deep within her leaking hole. It was guaranteed to drive any woman's pussy stark raving crazy with physical sensation. She moaned loudly as it was loosed from her quaking cunt. He set it aside with the butterfly clips and leaned over the still bound woman and began kissing her passionately as one of his hands dallied with her breasts and the other fingered her pussy making sure she was as hot as Brett had instructed him. "You said you'd do anything for me didn't you Leah?" he reminded her and then kissed her passionately. "Yes, and I will," she moaned into his mouth as he pulled back just a little. He walked to a nearby cabinet, opened it, and removed something from it that she could not see clearly. "She groaned from deep within her soul as she hoped, no prayed, that it was a paddle or even a whip. He moved behind her and began fondling her ass cheeks in the most lewd and exciting way exploring the deep crack of her ass until his fingers found her brown puckered ass hole where they stopped and explored. He massaged her ass hole and worked to insert his social finger and it finally slipped in just a little. The penetration made a small shudder of pre-orgasmic sensation run through her hips into her belly and cunt as he touched the virgin hole lewdly, excitingly. "What the fuck are you doing," a sharp female voice cut into her mind. "You must be fucking insane bringing two people here and tying her up like that." Leah's attention was jerked from her intense humiliating pleasure to the face of a young woman who looked like a female version of Brett. She was standing, completely naked, in front of the chauffeur watching Brett finger Leah's rear door. Leah's mind tried to grasp the picture the young woman perceived as she looked at them. An older woman bound hands above her head with a younger man exploring her nether regions eliciting groans from the captive woman. As she stared into this younger woman's eyes a totally unexpected sharp burning pain crashed across her right but cheek as Brett brought down the unseen paddle there. Leah screamed in shock and pain as the heat of the blow spread through her ass. "Do you want me to release you and take you and your husband home, Leah?" "No never!" Leah answered through her tears and pain. "What do you want me to do with you, Leah?" Brett's soft baritone crooned. "Anything you'd like to do she whispered hoarsely. The paddle fell again on the left cheek and Brett asked, "Does that mean fuck your brains out, Leah?" "Yes!" her answer spat out loudly as she reacted to the second blow of the leather paddle. "Does that include fucking your ass hole, Leah?" he almost shouted as the paddle fell again. "Oh God, yes!" she screamed. "Even in front of your husband, Leah?" She bowed her head as she sobbed hysterically until the paddle fell once again onto her burning ass cheeks and she jerked and screamed loudly, "Yes, even in front of my husband!" His voice became very quiet, barely audible over her nearly hysterical sobbing, "Does that include torturing your breasts, pussy, asshole, and any other parts of your body I want to torture?" Leah did not answer immediately. She knew Brett was asking her to seal her fate and role as his torture slave and fuck slut with her own lips. She controlled her sobbing and turned her head to look directly into his eyes as she said loudly and proudly, "Yes Brett, even if you torture any part of my body you want to." Fifteen minutes later the chauffeur was gone and Leah's ass cheeks were crimson and burning furiously under Brett's energetic assault. But that was a secondary pain. Brea, the name Brett called the other woman, was wielding a smaller leather paddle over Leah's tits. The pain was awful and awfully arousing at the same time. Both of the siblings, Leah was sure they were twins, were naked and highly aroused by the act of abusing Leah's pretty body. It was during this time that Carl began to awaken from the drugs that Brett had slipped into his drinks at the party. He awoke sober and alert but with a slight headache. His first awareness was that of a crying sobbing woman who screamed intermittently as if she were being tortured. He opened his eyes and beheld his wife, suspended from overhead chains, being whipped on her ass and her tits by two younger people, a man and a woman. He pushed himself up stiffly and shouted, "What are you doing?" Both Brea and Brett dropped their paddles and turned to the man. They quickly wrestled him to the floor and handcuffed him and secured the cuffs to a metal ring that folded up from an indention in the floor. He was firmly secured to the ring in a kneeling position facing his hanging wife. "What the fuck are you doing to my wife?" he screamed again. "Tell him," Brett smiled at Leah. Her shame was deep and real as she looked at her husband of twenty years whom she truly loved very much. But she looked almost defiantly into his eyes and said, "Brett has opened my inner eyes to the masochistic slut within me, Carl. I've never been so fucking hot and horny in my life as I am right now with my tits and ass being beaten. I can barely keep from begging him to fuck me." Carl had known for years that his wife wanted, no needed, a dominant hand to direct her sexuality. They had both played BDSM games and each of them had gotten deeply into the bottom end of them. But neither of them was dominant enough to enjoy topping the other. But this... Brea noticed how Carl's cock was beginning to stiffen and was immediately interested in him. For him to raise a hard while his wife hung before him with red welts decorating her large tits meant he had potential to become a cuckold slave. She followed her instincts and jumped into the conversation, "You fucking worm! How dare you to speak without being told to do so!" She walked to him and slapped him twice very hard across his face. He shut up and dropped his gaze to the floor. Brea released the snap lock on the floor ring and grasped the handcuffs and jerked Carl to his feet. She pushed another hidden button and another pair of chains lowered from the ceiling six feet in front of Leah's suspended body. Carl did not even fight as she removed the handcuffs and placed his wrists in the new restraints. She pushed the other button and the chains retracted into the ceiling until Carl was standing on tiptoes. "Look at your pathetic husband, Leah," she said derisively as she held his rigid cock up on the palm of her left hand. "Seeing you get your little ass and whore's tits beaten gets him hard. He must agree with Brett and me that you are nothing but a fucking whore and slut who deserves to be punished for being so nasty." Brett took the clue from Brea and began walking around Leah using his larger leather paddle to leave red marks on her thighs, abdomen, arm pits, and add marks to her flaming tits. He watched Carl carefully and was indeed pleased to see his hard cock twitch and spasm each time the paddle fell and Leah screamed. Brea closed her fingers around Carl's impressive shaft and began stroking his dick slowly as Brett continued his demonstration of dominance over Leah. Brea ran her hot wet tongue up the side of Carl's neck to his ear, curled it up, and stuck it into Carl's ear twisting it around as she held it there. She could feel his cock begin to quake and hear his moans of animal lust deep inside of his chest. "Do you like watching my brother torture and abuse your lovely wife, Carl?" In answer, he closed his eyes and his body tightened in preparation of coming. Brea jerked her hand off of his cock and slapped it very hard bringing a scream of shocked surprise from his lips as his eyes jerked open to see what had stopped his orgasm. "Naughty boy, Carl," Brea whispered into his ear once again. "You can't come until I give you permission to. If you do, you'll replace wifee there as the recipient of all of those delicious sounding snacks. Brea again placed her right hand on his turgid cock and began smearing the copious pre-cum all around his cock bringing him to the edge again. As she did so, Brett slipped all four fingers of his left hand into Leah's pussy and began vigorously finger-fucking her that way. Leah looked at Brea stroking Carl's now slick cock. Carl couldn't take his eyes from the vision of Brett as he pounded her highly over-sexed pussy. Her groans turned into the mews that signaled her impending orgasm and Carl could only watch his wife's beginning orgasmic bliss as Brea's slick wet hand played with his cock and balls. Then, Leah closed her eyes, pulled with all of her might on all four chains as her body began to spasm in screaming orgasmic pleasure. His cock tensed and... Brea slid her hand from it slapping it hard once again to prevent his coming. He half stood half hung there in orgasm denial torment, his cock jerking madly, as his wife's face first twisted in the demonic mask of highly intense pleasure and then melted into the contented smile of sexual satisfaction. Dysfunctional Family or Just Lucky Ch. 01 Brett immediately released Leah from her bonds and carried her nearly limp body to the couch and laid her down to recover. Carl was not so lucky. Brea reversed his wrist cuffs so he could face his seemingly comatose wife and placed his ankles in cuffs at the end of an expanding spreader bar. She twisted the spreader connection until Carl was on the verge of screaming as his groin muscles began to burn like fire. When she was satisfied that he was spread as far as he could be safely spread, she secured two floor hooks over the spreader bar securing it firmly to the floor. She pressed the soon to be hated button pulling his wrists up until he was as taut as a noched bow string. As his became alert once again, Brea went to her knees and began to indulge her oral urges on his cock. Ten minutes later, a groaning and pleading Carl was left utterly untouched as both Brea and Brett sat next to Leah kissing her in turn and fondling her tits and pussy obscenely. Leah was soon flying high and positioning her mind and body for another power dive into the black canyon of the orgasm. Brea rose from the couch and walked behind Carl to a cabinet and busied herself with something Carl could not see while Brett lifted Leah's sweating panting body and placed her pussy on his dick and et her sink slowly onto it while still facing Carl. He was so absorbed by his wife's fucking that he barely felt the very thin rod slip into his rectum and slide forward until it reached his prostate gland and Brea turned on the buzzing stimulator. As she rocked into him, the buzzer slid over his prostate stimulating like it had never been stimulated before. The anal rod expanded quickly to a fairly small four inch dildo that had an enormous nine inch vibrator with a cleat bug against Brea's clit, drive into his ass. He was being buggered by Brea for the first of many, many times. He nearly screamed in humiliation at being but-fucked in front of his wife and by a woman yet. But these thoughts faded somewhat as he watched his wife respond to Brett's slow steady pumping in and out of her pussy. The two of t hem finally locked eyes as one endured his first anal adventure and the other fairly shined in ecstasy with her fuck. It took Leah several minutes to get her climax but it was a very good one; not as good as the one ten minutes earlier, but who was keeping quality point scores at a time like this? Brea was very careful to cut the buzzer on and off to keep Carl from coming until Leah was recovered and alert. Then Brett guided her from his lap to her knees in front of her husband. Without being told to do so, she took Carl's cock and balls in her hands and began to sweetly and gently suck him off. As sweet and gentle as she was, Brea was just that rough in his ass. The combination of the prostate stimulation, Brea's rough but fuck, and his wife's gentle but urgent mouth soon brought Carl's cum shooting out of his cock like a series of high powered bullets being shot from the guns of a fighter plane. Leah worked very hard but managed to swallow nearly all of her husband's cum. When he finally finished pumping into Leah's mouth, he hung limply for a few minutes until Brett put Leah back onto the couch and helped Brea release him and place him on the couch with Leah. Later, after drinks were served all around, Brett made his proposition to the two submissive as Brea sat beside him sipping her wine. "Leah, I am truly excited to find a submissive that could go as far as you did on a first experience." His eyes turned to Carl sitting with his arm protectively around his lovely wife's shoulders. "And you, Carl. I guess you know you are just as submissive as your lovely wife. Run your sex life for the past several years through your minds and compare it with tonight." The married couple looked into each other's eyes and an unspoken conversation passed between them. They both knew and understood that their sex lives would be forever changed, and improved if they could find others like Brett and Brea with whom they could safely let their submissive sides come out and play. "This is my proposition, Carl, Leah. I want both of you to become our submissive sex slaves. We will promise to honor your wishes and desires while at the same time pushing your limits and at the same increasing your masochist pleasures. We will live as respectful equals until such a moment as any two or more of us indicate we want to play. I will sell your house and you can buy into this property and make a huge profit, at least a half million dollars, instantly. That figure will grow with my investments and our property values. You can either quit your jobs and become full time bums like us, or you can continue to work at your choice. I will write a contract and have my lawyer notarize it guarantying your right to cash out and move out at your convenience." "But we have two children, Brett. What will their place be in this relationship?" "I will send them to the finest schools, make sure they are well dressed and have all of the privileges due them. They will of course, have to behave and stay out of our sex lives." Brea entered into the conversation then, "Have you given any consideration to the thought that they might also grow up submissive? They might even want to play with us later." Carl bristled at that statement. "Until they are grown, eighteen years at least, they are not to be touched. Even then, they are to be informed by all four of us of our relationship and be allowed to select their own futures. And college scholarships are included in the deal." "I'd already made that clear I thought," Brett said smiling. "Of course we will not force them into anything sexual. But we will allow them to ask questions and we will answer them openly and in your presences. When they are mature, and eighteen sounds like a good age to me, they will be allowed to play or not." Leah's heart trembled at this decision. She knew in her heart that Lisa was going to be at least as submissive as she was. She also realized that Brett would know this very quickly and would not hesitate to begin training her and using her as a mental and emotional torture to her and Carl. But then, they would react strongly and positively to the emotional pain just as they did to physical pain. And Lisa, for better or worse, would discover her own sexuality much earlier than her mother had and would therefore be much more sexually satisfied. She would also learn from Brett the difference between a true sexual dominant, who could be trusted to ensure the safety and pleasure of his, or her's, submissives from those sadistic assholes who would try to take advantage of Lisa's sexual nature. She would learn to never become the pain slave of one of those bastards. Dysfunctional Family or Just Lucky Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Daughter Tuesdays and Thursdays were Lisa's late days. She had Sociology 304 from 7:15 to 8:45 and had to stop and get dinner before going home. She knew there would be no dinner prepared that late. She arrived at her home at around 10:00 on these days. Her home for the last eight years was a beautiful two story in the country outside of Baton Rouge. She assumed the house belonged to Brett because it was him who had brought her family to live here with him. She parked her new Mustang in the four car garage and entered the 6,000 square foot two story house through the entrance from the garage. She walked quickly from the kitchen, where she had entered, down the long hall to the stairs to go to her private apartment upstairs. Although she did not hesitate or overtly look into the large den, she couldn't help but glimpse her mother hanging naked by her wrists from one of the ceiling beams while Bret paddled her ass with a large fraternity paddle and Brea, his twin sister, used a ping pong paddle on her large tits. Her father stood handcuffed nearby watching his wife's torture with his huge hard cock jutting upwards probably with a strong elastic cock ring keeping it that way. Her mother's moans of pleasure mixed with her groans of pain as the two twins worked her ass and tits over with the enthusiasm and gusto of the true sadists they were. Lisa would have loved to enter the den and join the fun and games, but it was not allowed unless Bret or Brea summoned her. She climbed the stairs listening to her mother's punishment, turned left at the top of the stairs and entered the first door on the right. After she closed the door behind her, she placed her books on the large desk beside her computer and 19-inch monitor, removed her five inch heels and placed them in the closet, and stripped off all of her clothes and placed them in the small dirty clothes hamper next to her shoe rack in the closet. She entered the bathroom she shared with her brother and into a long hot shower. Ten minutes later she was wrapped in one towel with a second towel wrapped around her wet hair as she walked back into her large one room apartment. The apartment was spectacular in its simple efficiency. One corner held a kitchenette with a small camp sink, a counter with a two element hot plate, an overhead microwave, a small refrigerator, and a small two person table. A cabinet held just the right number of dishes, pots, pans, glasses, and a silverware caddy. Next to that small kitchen area was a large walk-in closet with all of her school clothes, her casual clothes, and her "other" clothes she wore when told to by Brett and Brea. A solid cherry wood chest of drawers and wide mirrored dresser with a make-up stool sat along the wall at a third corner, and a matching queen sized bed sat three feet out from the wall in the fourth corner. Her mahogany desk with its attached computer desk sat along the wall next to the entrance door. A couch and two comfortable padded chairs sat arranged around a coffee table in the center of the room. The room was large enough to accommodate all of these items in an uncluttered atmosphere. She walked to the desk and computer, still wrapped in her two towels, sat, and moved the mouse to bring up the monitor. Within second the scene in the den came up crystal clear on the liquid crystal 19-inch monitor. As she began to don her make-up from the dresser next to the desk, she watched her parent's ordeal continue. Her mother had been released from her suspension and was now on her knees, hands bound behind her, giving a teasing blowjob to Brett's gorgeous cock. A teasing blowjob, as Brea had named it many years ago, did not seek to bring the recipient to orgasm. It was a form of cock worship that raised the arousal level, heightened the man's sensitivity, and lengthened the time of the sexual session by not bringing the orgasm. Brett was sitting on a low ottoman forcing Leah to bend over to get her expert mouth to his proud cock. This also gave access to her wet gaping pussy between her widely splayed legs from behind her. Brea was kneeling behind and beside Leah while Carl, his hands also bound behind him, knelt behind his wife with Brea's hand holding his very purple cock rubbing it up and down Leah's wet open hole. Lisa knew that it had been over a week since her father had been allowed to come and that was the basis for the really ugly purple color of his rigid, ring-bound dick. She smiled at the familiar scenario waiting to see if Brett and Brea would use her parent's for their gratification this night or whether one or both of them would visit her later on. She continued applying her make-up hoping for the later. She watched Brea slipped the head of Carl's cock into Leah's puffy aroused pussy and rotate the mushroom shaped head around inside of the hot hole making him groan is painful desire. Brea chuckled audibly as she pulled it out eliciting a painfully disappointed groan from Carl. She leaned her beautiful face with its full red lips to his frowning face and kissed him passionately as she slowly, too slowly, stroked his aching cock. "If you beg me nicely and give me a reason to reward you, I might let you visit Lisa with me in a little while, Carl," the pretty blond woman whispered into his ear with her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. Lisa smiled at that thought. It had been several weeks since she'd been allowed to sit on her father's dick as Brea sat on his face while the two women kissed and played with each other's tits and slowly fucked Carl's dick and rode his mouth to screaming mutual orgasms. Brea would usually remove Carl's cock ring after these episodes and bring Leah into the room to give him a slow passionate blowjob. This last activity was, of course, embellished with different sexual tortures to heighten Brea's sense of sadism and Leah's and Carl's senses of masochism. Brea always made it a production that both educated and entertained Lisa very much. Her attention to the monitor and her parent's dilemmas were interrupted by a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and shivered slightly as her brother's lips and the tip of his tongue made electric tingles of pleasure course through her neck to her nipples. Stop that you son-of-a-bitch," Lisa said with a fond smile as she turned to push Kevin away from her. Her brother was her sweet tormentor. She knew full well that she was Brett's sexual focus and her parent's were Brea's sexual focus. Kevin was more or less appreciated and liked by both of them, but he was not restricted from coming without permission as she and her parent's were. As such, he made it his hobby to torment her and excite her and try to make her fuck him or let him eat her off. He would not be punished like she would if this happened. It seemed so unfair, but that was Brett's rules and she had grown up following his rules. "I'll grab you, put on your bed, and tease you until you beg me to fuck you if you're not careful," he smiled at her. He could do this. He had a few times when he'd been mad at her and wanted to watch her get paddled or whipped. But he usually just threatened to do so in order to get her to give him one of her patented blowjobs or sometimes even let him slide his cock up her sweet ass. She could come by sodomy, but only if she'd had a lot of foreplay beforehand. And he'd not provide her with that foreplay when she agreed to let him fuck her ass. Without a word, a smiling Lisa slid from the bench to the floor and took his semi hard cock in both of her hands. She cupped his balls and gently squeezed them and his shaft as he slowly inflated to full erection. She began to place soft butterfly kissed on the smooth wide crown using the tip of her pink tongue to add to the sensations he felt. That tip delved softly into the pee slit to extract every drop of pre-cum he could produce as she continued to stimulate him. After five minutes of this delicious teasing with her lips and tongue gliding up and down his long hard shaft several times, she opened her bright red lips and slipped his crown into her warm wet mouth. She loved the feeling of having a hard cock with its spongy head in her mouth for her tongue to play with. She sucked him with an expert's ease and confidence being careful not to stimulate him too much and bring an end to this sweet intimacy for another five minutes. Then, sensing his desire to end the sweet torment of her mouth on his cock, she leaned her head as far back as she could and felt him lift his left leg and step just around her right shoulder bringing his dick directly over her mouth. In this position, he could bend his knees slightly and let his cock slide vertically down her smooth, warm, wet, throat until his balls sat on her chin as she looked, with smiling loving eyes, straight up into his eager excited eyes. She always took a good breath of air as she felt his cock start down her throat, so she could hold it deep and swallow continuously bringing her brother maximum pleasure. After three of these "slam dunks" as he called them, she felt his cock begin throbbing and grow slightly. She took an extra big lungful of air just as he slid his cock back down with an extra force and urgency. She felt his cock jerk and spasm for the first time as her throat constricted with her swallowing motion. This was followed by several more hard spasms as her swallowing motions cleared his cum from her mouth. His eyes did not close rather they stayed locked on her loving eyes as she brought him the gratifying fulfillment they had shared since their family had moved into the house with Bret and Brea. Brett had absolutely no objection to the siblings performing this act anytime they wanted to as long as Lisa did not come without permission. In fact, Brett had taken pleasure in training her in just how to give great head with this technique shortly after her parents had brought the whole family to live with the dominant twins. It had been a delicious period in all of their lives. Kevin moaned deeply as he slowly pulled his cock from his sister's mouth and her lips stripped every last drop of come from it. "Well met!" they heard Brett's voice issue from her computer's speakers as they finished. "By the way, Lisa, Brea and your father are on their way up to your room. I just thought I'd give you a heads up." Lisa turned to look at the computer monitor and saw Brett and her mother pictured there watching them. Lisa noticed that her mother's twice pierced nipples and thrice pierced aureoles were now decorated with her "dragon clamps" laced through the piercings. This was a purely painful decoration that Brett liked to keep her in much of the time. If one of the decorations was laid on a table, it looked like a beautifully wrought Chinese dragon with its undulating serpentine body about five inches long. It was made of fairly weak high tinsel steel that could be easily bent but would straighten back to its undulating shape automatically. The thin metal of the dragon's body was thin enough to pass several times through any of the piercings on her mother's nipples and aureoles. Brett took great pleasure in lacing them through all five holes in different patterns, usually random, creating a tangled mass of thin wire around Leah's nipples. The pain came as the thin metal continually tried to straighten out its long snake-like body. Over several hours Leah's nipples would become excruciatingly sensitive due to the continual opposing pressure on the tender buds. Lisa often saw her naked mother sitting on Brett's lap as he played with her tortured nipples bringing very real sobs and cries of pain from her pretty face and huge alligator tears from her blue eyes. She often wondered if a set of "dragon clamps" was in her future. She shivered inside hoping fervently one was. Leah had a sad smile on her pretty lips as she held Brett's hand affectionately. Lisa knew that her mother had been the first one seduced and then, as her mother put it, corrupted by Brett. Both she and Carl were submissive, a fact neither of them had know or appreciated when they'd married five years before she met Brett. She'd fallen to Brett's experienced dominant personality very quickly. When Brea had entered the picture, it had been very easy for her to seduce Carl into the submissive lifestyle too. With the wealth Brett and Brea controlled, their life had turned into one huge S&M fantasy that both of them loved. Leah's smile was sad because she blamed her self for her daughter's and son's immersion into the lifestyle along with her and Carl. Lisa recognized the sad look in her mother's eyes and said, "It's all right, Mom. I love Brett and Brea as much as you do. I love living here as much as you do too." "I know Dear," her mother said in a mellow tone of voice. "Well what do we have here?" Brea said as she and Carl, hands still bound, entered Lisa's room and saw her kneeling in front of her brother with spit and cum still on her lips. "Just one of Lisa's usual spectacular blowjobs for her brother," Brett's voice replied. "I may have to stop this sibling interaction," he continued, "unless I'm included in it." Brea moved in front of the monitor where the camera would pick her up and laughed at her twin. "Are you sure your worn out balls could stand more of Lisa's mouth? Or for that matter more of anything." She reached out and snapped the camera and speakers off. Then she began giving orders, "Carl, on the bed on your back. Here, let me release your hands first. Lisa, lube up your pussy for your dad. Kevin, I think Brett has plans for you, him, and your mother in the den." Kevin kissed his sister good bye, Brea hello, and left for the den. Brea leaned over Carl's face and began kissing him passionately as Lisa lubed up with the KY gel. Lisa brought the gel to the bed with her and began rubbing it into her dad's achingly hard and purple cock including his balls in her movements while Brea aroused herself by kissing on the painfully horny man. After a few minutes of this, she climbed up on the bed and settled her pussy comfortably over Carl's mouth. She gripped Carl's stony dick and held it upright while Lisa got onto the bed and straddled her father's hips. Brea guided the purple lance into the sopping pussy with the ease of practice. The two beautiful women sat there enjoying the large rock hard cock and the expert tongue and lips for awhile. Then Brea reached for Lisa's nipples, gave them a vicious twist, and pulled the younger woman's body toward her own. Their lips met, Lisa's hands returned the favor of the rough nipple treatment to Brea's large nipples and the "game was afoot." They were not in a hurry to get their rocks off. They both knew the pain this double use of Carl's body to his orgasm denied body and that added to their sexual pleasure. With his huge purple stony erection ringed by the tight strong elastic cock ring, he was unable to get off. So Lisa used his big dick relentlessly to get herself off over and over again as Brea did the same to his wonderful mouth. They rode his straining body for over thirty minutes as they bottomed out their pleasure. Finally, Brea fell to the side pulling Lisa with her and they lay panting hard in each other's arms. They lay that way for nearly 15 minutes just basking in the after glow of great sex. Brea began to stir and finally said, "I guess we'd better go and see if Brett is through with Kevin and your mother, uh?" The two naked women walked down the stairs with Brea leading Carl by his raging hard-on. When they entered the den the girls sat on the couch while Carl knelt on the floor at their feet as they watched the trio on the floor in the center of the room. Leah's tits and ass were still burning red from Brett and Brea's paddling as she had hung from the overhead beam. She was kneeling on all fours over Brett writhing in ecstasy as her hips and his hips danced in an xxx version of dirty dancing. Added to this tantalizing scene was Kevin who was kneeling behind his mother's crimson ass with his hard cock sliding in and out of his mother's ass hole. It was easy to see that he was working very hard to delay his orgasm and having a very hard time doing so. Both Brea and Lisa knew from strap-on experience just how tight Leah's darker hole was. They also knew just how much Leah enjoyed being DP'd by either flesh and blood cocks or good hard rubber strap-ons. She really was a masochistic cock slut, knew it, admitted it, and reveled in it. On an impulse, Brea said, "Carl, go over there and slide your cock into your wife's mouth. See if she can get you off before Brett and Kevin come. If she does, I'll get Brett to remove her dragon clamps when she goes to bed tonight." Knowing just how much pain his wife suffered when Brett made her sleep with those demons in her nipples, he scurried on all fours to her face and drove his cock deeply into her throat. Kevin, Leah, and Brett had all three heard Brea's words so each one of them worked toward their own agenda. Kevin fought even harder to keep from coming while Brett redoubled his efforts to fuck the shit out of Leah and come before Carl did. It was a photo finish but Brea insisted that Carl shot the first wad into Leah's mouth before Bret shot into her pussy. When he saw both Carl and Brett shooting into his mom, Kevin released his control and flooded her ass with his hot jism also. Leah collapsed on top of Brett while Kevin and Carl sat back on their heels after the big 3-D (three dick) orgasm ran its course. Brea and Lisa cuddled on the couch and began making out during this process. Leah finally rolled off of Brett whereupon both of them got to their feet and walked toward the couch where Brea and Lisa were smooching. "I guess it's time for Lisa's daily training, huh Sis?" Brett said with an evil grin on his face. "I guess so," Brea replied quietly, "but we are going to renegotiate our agreement on her ownership. I grown quite fond of her and I want more control of her." "That's easy to do, Sis," he chuckled to her, "just make them agree to recruit Marge and Jane into our happy little fuck group." Leah jerked up sharply at that as did Kevin and Lisa. Marge was Leah's very pretty sister and Jane was her simply gorgeous eighteen year old daughter. They had come up in other conversations between the twins and Leah had been severely whipped for becoming angry when Brett had first mentioned the idea. By now, she was resigned to Brett eventually getting his hands on her little sister and beautiful niece. And, she admitted to her self, it might be for the better. Marge's husband had died two years back and Marge had taken up with another man soon after his death. William Danvers, her new boyfriend, was not a nice man. As big a surprise as it had been, Marge had the same submissive streak that Leah and Carl had. In fact, she might be more submissive than they were. Danvers took every advantage of her weakness and kept her in a state of imprisoned slavery. He shipped her almost daily and he used her for gang bangs where the men paid $20 a person to fuck her over and over again. The worst part of all was that he let his two other girlfriends come over and abuse her cruelly also. This knowledge, which Brett had obtained through a private detective agency, pictures included, made Leah almost want Marge brought into this house hold. Brett and Brea were loving dominants and very good master and mistress. Her only regret was that she had led her children into the lifestyle. For herself and her husband, she was happy and satisfied. "That's a topic for a later time," Brett said grimly. "For now, let's get Lisa's training out of the way. Leah, you lie on your back in front of my chair and Lisa on her face." The mother and daughter took their directed places as Brett sat in his chair and Carl went to a cabinet and returned with an 18 inch tawse. This was a quarter inch thick leather cord with a thick knot at one end and a loop big enough for four fingers at the other end. Brett ran his fingers through the loop and Leah began tonguing out her daughter's pussy. This was the act that made Leah so sad. Lisa had been trained for several years to respond to oral stimulation from any of them and she did so with great sexual gusto. Brett wanted her to develop a respectable degree of masochism to go along with her submissive nature. As she began to warm up nicely under Leah's ministrations, he began using the tawse on her breasts and nipples. As she got hotter he used the tawse more frequently and with more force. As she heated up and became more aroused, he increased her level of pain to match her excitement. For nearly ten minutes he whipped her tits as she steadily accepted the pain and rose toward her climax. He was quite an expert with the tawse and was careful to not make very many bruises that would last over a day. But pain with sexual arousal was his goal and he did see that that goal was well met. Lisa soon erupted in her greatest orgasm of the evening; a mind shattering orgasm that everyone knew was all the more satisfying because of the pain she was experiencing as she got off. Dysfunctional Family or Just Lucky Ch. 02 Neither Leah nor Brett let up as Lisa crashed through her intense climax instead Leah redoubled her oral attentions while Brett reduced the frequency and force of his blows on Lisa's tits. Within a minute, Lisa was climbing toward another huge climax as Brett bore down on her tits again. Her mother's educated mouth and Brett's expertly handled tawse led the girl through four intense orgasms before Brett was satisfied. Lisa was crying loudly and cupping her burning abused titties as she rose from her mother's mouth. She put her arms around Brett's neck and kissed him passionately thanking him for the whipping. After that, everyone went off to bed. Brett took Lisa and Leah up to his room and Brea took Kevin and Carl to her room. There would be more sex that evening but the main feature was over. Dysfunctional Family or Just Lucky Ch. 03 Chapter 3: All Together Now Carl was in emotional agony and physical extreme discomfort as he watched his lovely wife of over 20 years being tortured. Leah, the object of the torture, was lying on her back on the special wooden table that Brett had painstakingly and meticulously constructed to match the height of his dick above the floor, the shape of her bound body, and the strength to easily withstand the energetic writhing and jerking of Leah's tortured body even as he brutally fucked the woman senseless while inflicting pain on various parts of her. It had to also withstand the unbelievably strong spasms of her well muscled body when she squeezed out orgasm after orgasm as either his eight inch cock, his torturous manipulations of her breasts or nipples, or even Brea's magical mouth brought her again and again in cascades of blissful intense orgasms. Carl's emotional discomfort came from two differing sources: the innate sympathy he felt as his wife suffered her delicious tortures, and his own egregious denial in not being intimately involved in the torture and sex at the moment. This denial was how Brea, Brett's twin sister, tortured him. He wasn't the sexual masochist that his wife was, but rather a humiliation and denial slut as Brea liked to call it. And he had to admit that she was right on the money. After watching Leah being tormented and satisfied over and over while being denied his own pleasure, he would be as hard as one of the metal dildos the couple used to rape his wife's anticipating ass with. God damn but he was horny! The other part of his continual lifestyle torture was the not uncomfortable cock cage Brea forced upon him at all times except when she removed it for him to piss or, infrequently to fuck either her or his wife. It was understood that later he would be used to fuck any and all of the twin's female slaves, which included his wife, Leah, and his daughter, Lisa, at the moment. Leah had been on the table for nearly an hour with both Brett and Brea enjoying her feminine charms. Brett had used the two foot dog whip, the two inch wide one, between her widely splayed legs to begin her arousal. He had constructed the table very carefully making sure that Leah's body could be secured very firmly and still allow him an opening in the lower edge of the table into which he could step and comfortably slide his cock into her yawning pussy. The table was around four feet wide with a two foot section between Leah's widely spread and secured legs cut out for him to simply walk into and fuck her. The table angled where her waist was strapped to it holding her upper body at a 45 degree angle so he could abuse her tits and nipples as his long hard cock rested motionless in her creaming cunt. This was the position he had been in for nearly the whole hour after he'd warmed her pussy up with the dog whip. He and Brea had been using two copper rods hooked to a generator to play games with her ears, neck, and mostly her tits and nipples. These tortures had brought her to the valley of the orgasm while the motionless cock in her pussy had driven her crazy with orgasm denial. Its very immobility while buried in her aching pussy while she wanted it to fuck her very hard was an additional torture to her mind and body. In her tortured euphoric state, Leah had forgotten what the true objective of this intense session was. The four of them, the slaves Carl and Leah, and the masters, Brett and Brea, had finally done it. The two children of Carl and Leah, nineteen year old Kevin and now eighteen year old Lisa had been ordered into the den last evening where their suspicions had been completely confirmed. In front of their children, Carl and Leah had been ordered to strip naked and kneel on the floor in front of Brea and Brett. From their knees, they had taken turns telling the two teens about their lifestyles with Brett and Brea for the last several years. At the conclusion of the parent's confessions, Brett said, "Now that you know the whole story about why your family moved in with Brea and me, each of you have a choice to make. Each of you has a full scholarship with all of the trimmings. That was part of the original deal. That still stands whether or not you stay with us and take part in our games, or if you decide to leave. I will take care of either or both of you until you are career bound. The choice is yours." "May we talk with our parents alone?" Kevin asked tentatively. "No you may not," Brett said quietly. "This is your decisions to make. Go up to your rooms and come back within the hour and talk to us. Your presence, as observers only, are requested late this evening when we take your parents to the dungeon in the basement. We will expect you to give us an answer after that." Minutes later, in their apartment suite, they sat excitedly talking about the revelations they'd just been given. Carl said, "Well Sis, what do you think?" Her voice was breathless and hoarse as she replied, "I don't know, Kevin. I'm so fucking horny it's hard for me to breathe. Seeing Mama grovel at Brett's feet makes me feel like I'm watching one of my wet dreams in real time." "You mean you'd like to be treated like that?" her brother asked incredulously. "You'd like to be chained, whipped, raped, and abused like we hear Mama being all the time?" Lisa looked intently into her brothers brown eyes and answered, "I'm not sure, but it sure excites the hell out of me to think about it. I'm so hot and my pussy is literally dripping. I need some of your attention, brother." Kevin just smiled and slid to his knees at his sister's feet. With her help, he pulled her shorts and panties off and dipped his face into her wet smelly pussy. He loved it when she was a little pissy smelling and very musky as she was now. As his tongue burrowed into the damp crack, his hands pushed her thighs far apart spreading her pussy for him. He licked up and down and then in and out as he expertly and familiarly brought his sister toward a climax. He listened for her tell tale breathing patterns to change, for her pussy walls to begin quivering. When he identified these signs, his lips moved to seal around her long hard clit and gently suck it. He flattened his tongue and began rubbing the rough flat surface over the tip of the love bud pushing harder and moving faster as she rose to her peak. Then the long soft squeal he so loved to hear began to emanate from her lips in her sound suppressing ritual they had developed so no one would hear them playing. Then it was his turn. He crawled onto the bed and knelt straddling her head resting his ass and some of his weight on her very respectable tits. She wrapped her arms over and around his thighs and began using them to stroke his shaft and cup his balls. Her lips and tongue began their own familiar ritual with his cock and within moments sucked his shaft deeply into her mouth and down her throat. With the practiced familiarity of a cock sucking whore, she urged him to begin fucking in and out of her mouth, into and out of the depths of her throat. In her practiced manner, her throat massaged his hard cock as she continually swallowed her own copious saliva with his cock buried in her throat. Like his sister, his excitement level after being officially informed of his parent's submissive lifestyle had him on the edge before his sister's lips began their seduction of his dick. Like Lisa, his climax along with the white hot cum came arm in arm. Her practiced lips did not lose a single drop of her brother's cum. In the closed circuit television control room in the basement, Brett spoke to the two kneeling parents, "I didn't want to tell you earlier," Brett said as the two kneeling parents watched their children satisfy each other, "but I do want you to know that neither Brea nor I encouraged this behavior. At the same time, we've masturbated to scene after scene captured on the hidden cams in their rooms." That was last night and this was tonight. Leah was suffering the pain of electro- torture on her nipples while Brett's maddeningly motionless dick drove her yearning cunt crazy with wanting. Brea had moved quietly away from Leah's tortured body to sit beside Carl and undo his cock cage. She began gently kissing his neck and licking his ears as she slowly masturbated his aching cock. In the next room, two pairs of fascinated eyes took in the whole scene with focused attention. Kevin and Lisa held hands tightly as they watched the tortured sexual scene between their mother and Brett and the slack faced attention Carl was paying to his wife as Brea jerked him off slowly. As Leah's moans and mewing intensified, Brea increased her hand action on Carl's hard cock. With the expertise of hours of practice, Brett and Brea brought the two spouses off at the same instant. The mingled throaty groans of Carl and the wailing keening of Leah gave ample evidence that they were in complete bliss due to their submissive and painful sexual encounter this evening. Minutes later, Brea opened the door and invited the two naked siblings into their parent's torture chamber. "It is time for you to decide," she said evenly. "Understand that if you stay with us, you will both become fair game for mine and Brett's games of submission and domination. Lisa, Brett will certainly train you to become a submissive pain and cum slut just as your mother is. Kevin, I will train you and make you into a submissive humiliation denial slut like you father is. Decide now." The two siblings looked at each other and smiled. They dropped to their knees where Kevin crawled to his mother's table and Lisa crawled to her father where he sat on the couch. Kevin rose to his feet and lowered his mouth to his mother's cum filled pussy. Simultaneously, Lisa's mouth opened and gently cradled her father's now limp dick. Each of them worked diligently until they brought both parents off in turn. Once both Carl and Leah had come once again, Lisa asked, "Is that not only an answer, but proof that the answer is a sincere one?" While Brea adjusted a new cock cage for her new male slave, Brett took his new female slave and hung her from her wrists beside her mother's table. He selected a short cat-o-five tails, a rather light one for Lisa's first titty whipping and turned to his new slave.