8 comments/ 99045 views/ 25 favorites Revenge thru Hypnosis By: julybear7 This is entirely a work of fiction. It depicts a use of hypnosis which is totally unethical, immoral, and, most likely, illegal. The protagonist is a vigilante, and however well intentioned, deserves to be punished as much as his target . Still, I hope you enjoy the story. Please let me know. Feedback is appreciated. If it is signed, I will try to answer. Jb7 * Sam picked up his ringing cell phone. It was the evening security at his wife's, Barb, office building. He would not forget this May evening. "Mr. Gregory, your wife asked me to call you, to come pick her up. She looks like she's in pretty bad shape--like she's had too much to drink." That puzzled Sam. Barb had been battling a cold, using a prescription strength codeine syrup, cut with alcohol. She knew even a glass of wine or beer would put her into la-la land. He was on his way in minutes. When he arrived, she was waiting at the security desk, sitting down, nearly unconscious, He helped her to the car. As he lifted her legs into the car he felt something wet and sticky on her legs. He sniffed his hand--there was no doubt about what it was. He lifted Barb's skirt. There was more of the sticky, white fluid, and her panties were missing. Sam returned to the security desk. Saying he wanted to ask about when she had started acting strangely, Sam asked the security personnel who else from his wife's company, Wilson, et al, had been working that evening. He learned Jared Richards, her supervisor, and Harry Peters, his boss, had both worked late that evening. Richards had only worked about three quarters of an hour, but Peters had checked out about the time security had called him. Both names were well known to Sam. Barb talked about them frequently, not always in a complimentary manner. Peters especially, seemed to catch her ire for his constant touching and standing over her whenever she wore anything with a bit of an open neck. As he returned to the car and his wife, Sam thought to himself, "Okay, Harry, an eye for an eye." When Sam wasn't rescuing his wife, he taught at the Medical School, in the anesthesiology department. His specialty was the medical use of hypnosis as an alternative to chemical anesthetics. As a student, he had kept himself in beer money putting on shows at frats, sororities, adult birthdays, office parties and such. Even now, as a favor for people who knew him when, he would sometimes perform. And Barb was on the planning committee for her firm's holiday party. Their first stop was the hospital. He had colleagues draw a blood sample to check her alcohol and codeine levels. He also had them run a rape kit, and had them send the swab for DNA testing. When his friends asked about reporting the incident, he told them he would exact his own brand of justice. At home, he used Barb's trigger phrase to put her into a deep trance and used hypnotic regression to find out exactly what had happened . As he suspected, after her supervisor, Jared, had left, Harry had poured Barb and himself a glass of wine and used his authority to make her drink, knowing she had already taken some of her cough syrup. He had even commented at the time that she should be careful how much she drank since she was using such a potent medication. Under hypnosis, Barb commented that it seemed not to matter how much she drank, her glass was always full when she went to drink, but she thought she had probably consumed two or three full glasses of wine at her supervisor's urging. After Jared left, Harry had become bolder with his touching, openly fondling her breasts and ass, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. The combination of medicine and wine had finally become more than she could withstand. And she passed out. Sam didn't need her input to know what had happened after that. He helped her into the bathroom and drew her a bath while she stripped. As she soaked in the tub, Sam let the memory of the night's events bubble back into her consciousness. He watched as first the memory, then anger, and finally realization set in. "That mother fucking bastard!" she hissed. "That cocksucking pig! Did you beat him?" Sam shook his head. "He was gone when I arrived and discovered what had happened. I took you to Mercy and had you checked out, had Samantha run a rape kit and draw some blood samples. If we decide to go the police route, we can nail the bastard." Barb looked at him, grinning. "If we go the police route? You have a plan! Do I get to participate in the good stuff?" "If you want. This is what I was thinking..." By September, things had improved markedly for Barb at work. Most importantly, she had been promoted out of Harry Peters' department, and now worked for the VP/customer service's administrative assistant. There was no more after hours work, and she was responsible to no one but her immediate supervisor, and Jane Draper, the VP, who also happened to be Harry's boss. Her new job gave her ample freedom to participate on the holiday planning committee. Her suggestion about a professional hypnotist was met with enthusiasm. Under Sam's direction, their relationship remained secret. He instructed her to approach Harry about volunteering himself and his wife as subjects, playing on his ego, his desire to look good to VP Draper, a desire to get close to Barb again, and a tiny niggle of guilt (very tiny). Harry agreed, and further agreed to have his wife, Lydia, come to the office one afternoon to meet with Harry and the performer for a 'warm-up' session. The meeting took place about a week before the party, at the end of the work day. As Sam was explaining the purpose of the meeting, their daughter, Patti, who had just started in the mail room, stuck her head in the door to see if her father was ready to go home. Sam invited her to join them. Under the guise of letting them know what to expect at the party, he hypnotized the three of them and provided them with trigger words, effective only with him. He gave Harry the instruction that while in his trance, he would answer any question by Lydia truthfully. He also instructed him that whenever his wife or daughter, while on stage, used the word fuck or any of its euphemisms, in any combination, or cocksucker, or its substitutes, or any of the 547 ways of referring to either male or female genitalia, and any form of the rest of George Carlin's forbidden words, Harry would forcefully grab his nuts and squeeze them. The more frank and graphic their language, the more forcefully he would comply. And he would do his best to keep up, one grab and squeeze for each time he heard any of the words. He then removed all inhibitions about using those expressions from the women. He also suggested to them that they would find the freedom to use the vulgarities pleasurable, and the more frequently they used them, the greater the pleasure, approaching orgasm. He gave the family collectively, and individually, several more instructions for the night of the party. He then gave the three of them the instruction that they would not remember this meeting, and they would all remain at home the day after the holiday party. The night of the party, Sam had a volunteer sign up station at the door to the party room, with a brief explanation of what the subjects could expect, without giving away what the act would consist of. When he came onstage, a large bowl with several slips of paper was waiting for him. He did his introductory spiel, explaining what hypnotism was, and enforcing the caveat that a person under hypnosis could not be made to do something they would not ordinarily do. That said, he reached into the bowl and withdrew a slip of paper and read it aloud: "The Peters family. Wow, a whole family! How many of you are there?"He looked into the audience to see Harry, Lydia, and Patti approaching the stage area. "Three, that's a good number." When they were up on stage, Sam asked them to introduce themselves. He then took Harry to one side of the stage. "Harry, have we ever met before?" "Not that I recall." "Have you ever been hypnotized before?" "No." "I want you to turn and face me, square on, and focus on my finger here. As it moves toward you, your eyes will get heavier, needing to close, and you will feel yourself slipping into a trance state. When I touch your forehead and say the word sleep, you eyes will close and you will be in a trance." When he finished the instruction, Sam's finger touched Harry's forehead, just below the hairline, in the middle of his brow, and Harry was in the trance Sam had preprogrammed him for. "Can you hear me, Harry?" "Yes." "Harry, are you familiar with the comedian George Carlin?" "Yeah, the guy with the seven forbidden words." "That's right. Do you know the words on the list?" "Who doesn't?" "Hopefully your wife and daughter. Tonight, every time one of them says one of the forbidden words, alone or in combination, or a euphemism for the words, you are going to do an imitation of Michael Jackson. Have you watched him dance?" Harry snickered. "Yeah, he plays with himself a lot." "Yes, he does, Harry, and that is the part you will imitate. Whenever either of the women in your family say one of the dirty words, or the variations we just discussed, you will stroke yourself like Michael, and squeeze your balls. The dirtier the word or phrase, the harder you will squeeze, and you have to keep up, a stroke and squeeze for each and every dirty word. If your wife or daughter say something which embarrasses you, dirty or not, you will squeeze your balls in your hands. Understood?"" "Yes, a stroke and squeeze for each dirty word or embarrassing statement." He walked over to the women. "Did you hear my conversation with Harry?" "Yes, but..."started Lydia. Patti just nodded. "Are you familiar with the words I asked Harry about?" Patti smiled and nodded. Lydia blushed. "Have either of you ever used them in public?" Patti answered first, "Only around real good friends." Lydia offered, "Not in public, not even among friends. Only at special times." Sam leered at the audience. "I think we all know what that means, don't we folks?" The audience laughed and cheered. He turned back to the women, and repeated the hypnotism ritual he had used with Harry. He then told them they would be able to speak the forbidden words without embarrassment, and they would find pleasure in the freedom to express themselves using them. He turned to the audience. "Before I begin, I have to ask. Is there anyone in the audience who would be embarrassed by frontal male nudity?" "Yours or Harry's?" called out a woman's voice. "Harry. Sorry, they wouldn't meet my price to perform nude tonight." The audience laughed. "I take it then, stripping Harry, at least to his boxers..." Sam turned to Harry and asked, 'Harry, boxers or briefs?" "Briefs, why?" "Just curious. Go back to sleep for a few minutes more. So," he said, returning to the audience, "having Harry peel to his briefs won't embarrass any one? Other than Harry." As the audience cheered, Sam woke Harry and instructed him that as the women on stage used Carlin's words, Harry would remove his clothing, one article per word until he got to his briefs. Then he would begin his grab and squeeze routine. With their backs to Harry, he had Lydia and Patti go through the list of words from memory, "so we all know what words we are talking about." As the ladies started reciting the list, Harry started stripping. The audience started laughing. Sam asked the women if there were other words they thought should be added to Carlin's list. By this time, Harry was down to his tidy whities, stroking and grabbing an obvious, albeit slightly undersized, erection. After several words had been added, Lydia commented, "Wow, this is getting my nipples hard." Harry groaned and slapped his groin. "You go, girl!" Shouted a woman, to the cheers of the audience. Patti answered, "Yeah, me too. My pussy is hotter than the first time Billy put his hand in my pants." Harry groaned again, a painful sound, eliciting more laughs and giggles. Lydia looked at Patti (Sam had set her up for this question, if opportunity for it came up) "And is that hot little cunt still cherry?" Harry fell to his knees, his hands gripping his balls, mewling. "Technically. Billy likes to suck pussy and then rub his cock all over it before I play slutty cocksucker and finger fuck his asshole." Harry was curled up in a ball, squeezing his nuts, and groaning in pain. The audience was roaring with laughter. Patti continued, "How about you, Mom, you ever go down and suck Daddy off?" "Only after he has given me a good cunt licking." Harry's reaction sounded like a wolf pack howling at the moon. By this time, both women were on the brink of orgasm. As they stood there on stage, they were dancing back and forth on their feet, their hips thrusting forward and back, their hands flexing, grabbing their skirts and rubbing their thighs and bellies. They were breathing so hard, they could hardly talk. Sam decided that the intimate sharing was enough. He woke the women after whispering some more instructions. They hurried off the stage and found their way to the ladies room. As Sam had Harry get dressed, their orgasmic screams sounded through the party room, resulting in loud cheers from the crowd. When Harry's wife and daughter re-entered the party room, the audience applauded and laughed, to their consternation. Sam recalled Lydia to the stage. He told her that Harry was bound to tell the truth while in his trance. Was there anything she really wanted to know from him? She stared at Sam hard for a long half minute, then chuckled. "Get thee behind me, Satan," she said. "Not in front of an audience, but if we could see you after the show, can you put him back into a trance easily?" "Yeah, but I'd then have to do the same to you for him to question." "That's fine. I don't have anything to hide." "Okay, Harry, I'm going to bring you out of your trance now. As I count down from four, you will wake up, feeling refreshed. You will not remember your actions on stage or our conversations, but you will remember any instructions I gave you. Ready, four...three...starting to waken...two...nearly awake...one...wake up. There, Harry, how do you feel?" "My balls ache for some reason, otherwise I'm ready to go. When do you hypnotize me?" Harry was surprised by the laughter from the crowd. Lydia stepped over to him and took his arm, leading him, limping, from the stage. "It's all done, dear. We were on stage for nearly a half hour. God only knows what he had us doing." By the time they got to Sam's dressing room, he was gone, leaving a note that he would see them at their house the next afternoon. Sam rang their doorbell just as the church carillon finished its call to the noon service. Barb would wait for his call at a nearby coffee shop. Patti opened the door and stood there, barring his way. While he waited, Sam examined her. She was in the five foot four to five inch range in height, about 140 pounds. While not very overweight, the absence of a definable waist, a barely there bust and flat butt gave the impression of pudginess. Straight, dark brown hair with square cut bangs just above her eyebrows hid what ever cuteness her face may have held. She gave the visual appearance of one trying to hide from life. He noted with satisfaction that she had dressed according to instructions given her at the office session. As he stepped into the house, he said her trigger word, then sent her into the living room to wait. He heard voices coming from the back of the house, and followed them. He found Patti's parents talking in the kitchen. "Shit, Harry, I wonder what your hypnotist did to us. Listen to me, I've been swearing like a freaking trooper, ooh, and every time I do, it makes my pussy tingle, mmm. If I was wearing panties, I'd have had to change them three times this morning." "You're not wearing panties! Damn, Liddy, that is so fucking hot. I can't remember you ever going without underwear before. Show me," he said, reaching for the hem of her skirt just as Sam entered the kitchen. He raised it to her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed cunt to himself, and to Sam as he came through the door. Liddy took her time letting the hem fall back into place. Sam grinned when he saw the dark triangle of pubic hair. He had wondered if Liddy was a natural blonde. Just over five foot eight, her generously sized bust and hips gave her a Rubenesque figure, the impression completed by her shoulder length curls. As he entered the kitchen he said, "Good afternoon, Harry, Liddy, trance," putting them into the same state they had been in on stage last night. "Liddy, until I say your name again, you will not hear what I say to Harry." "Harry, go into the living room. You will not see or be aware of any other person there. You will take off your clothes and sit in the easy chair by the side window. Once you are seated, you will not be able to move until I say so. Nor will you be able to speak. Do you understand me?" Harry nodded. "Go into the living room. Ignore anyone there. Strip. Sit in easy chair by window. Can't move or talk until you tell me to." "Very good, Harry. Go now." When Harry was out of the kitchen, he turned to Liddy. "Liddy, you can hear me now. I saw you didn't wear panties. Did you leave off your bra, too?" She nodded. "Show me." Liddy unbuttoned her blouse and pulled one side back to reveal her CC breast. "Very nice. I'm going to enjoy playing with those. "Liddy, I want you to think back to the very best sex you ever had. Can you remember how you felt then?" She nodded. "Was it a single, magnificent, orgasm, or was it a series, leading up to a giant one?" "A series, leading up to a flurry of big ones." "A single coupling, or several over a long period of time?" "We made love several times that day, but the series happened in one extended session." "Can you recall how aroused you were at the beginning of that fucking?" "Oh, god, I could hardly stay still." "Good. We are going to join Harry in the living room now. By the time we get there, you will be that aroused again, and your arousal will be focused on me. You want me to touch you, me to make love to you. You want to please me, and will do whatever I tell you to do to accomplish that. And you will allow me to do as I wish with you. But you will not come until I tell you to. Do you understand?" She nodded. He woke her, with the admonition that she would not remember being hypnotized, except for last night, but would remember and obey today's instructions. On their way to the living room, he called Barb. As they entered the room he saw Patti sitting in a side chair, staring straight ahead. He went to her and whispered some instructions in her ear and returned to Liddy, now sitting on the sofa, facing Harry. Sam woke Harry, so he was aware of only Sam and Liddy. Sam put his arm around Liddy's shoulder, sliding his hand into the neck of her blouse as he turned her face to him for a kiss. Her return kiss let him know she was following the suggestions he had implanted in the kitchen. As he fondled her tits and dueled with her tongue, he reached down with his free hand and slid it up under her skirt. He was careful not to drag the skirt too far up her leg, but was still able to reach her quim. Her moans attested to her level of arousal, and how much she was enjoying the activities. Already her hips were thrusting off the couch, and her legs were alternately opening and closing. The hand between their bodies was busy in Sam's lap, searching for his cock, while her other hand was grasping his head, holding him in place to continue the kiss. After several minutes of stimulation, at Sam's instruction, Liddy went tense, and moaned loudly as she experienced her first orgasm of the day. Revenge thru Hypnosis Holding her as she recovered, Sam glanced at Harry, who was rock hard, and livid with anger. His body language could not have expressed more outrage. His hands were gripping the arms of the easy chair as if he were attempting to pull himself up and out, while his legs were flexing with the same intent. However, he was as immobile as if he were superglued to the frame of the chair. Sam wondered if he were angry at the show he was forced to watch, or at being so aroused and unable to do anything with it. When he pointed Liddy's attention toward Harry, she looked at him and responded with the worst response a wife can have in such a situation--she giggled as she stroked Sam's bulge. Sam then pointed out Patti and Barb, sitting nude together, stroking each other's slit, identifying his wife to her. "Looks like you're going to be busy this afternoon," she whispered to Sam. "Can you handle three very horny women?" "You won't mind me fucking your little girl?" "Fuck, no. She's overdue. By the time I was her age, I was past my second pregnancy scare." He put her back into a trance. "This afternoon, you will experience only negligible pain and discomfort when I fuck your ass and face. Your gag reflex when you suck my cock will be non functioning so you can swallow all of my eight and a half inches without discomfort. After I let you come the next time, you will be able to come normally, not needing to be told when. On my command you will wake ready to fuck. "Wake!" he commanded and shoved his face between her legs, his tongue into her cunt, sucking and probing at the same time. Even with his head between Liddy's thighs, under her skirt, he could hear Harry attempting to speak, the sounds coming out as guttural squeaks. Sam pulled his head out from under the skirt and pushed the garment up to Liddy's waist, exposing her cinnamon colored bush. " Something you wanted to say, Harry?" He asked, his hand busy stroking and finger fucking Liddy's cunt. The immobilized man nodded as best he could. "Well, Harry, all I want to hear from you is 'Fuck her harder, faster, deeper!' If you want to speak, that's what you will say. So, go ahead, talk." As Sam was talking, he removed the sweatshirt and thermal undershirt he had been wearing, along with sweat pants and thermal long johns. As Harry struggled against the limits to his speech, Sam turned and removed Liddy's skirt and knelt on the couch between her knees. "What was it you wanted to say to me, Harry? Speak up." In a low, groaning voice, the words came from Harry, sounding like they were killing him. "Fuck her, deep, hard, fast," he sobbed. "Thank you, Harry. I will." And as Harry watched, unable to divert his eyes from the sex tableau in front of him, Sam did just that. He first had her come about five minutes into their fuck session, after that Liddy came on her own another four times, her screams of pleasure louder each time. Sam came with her on her last orgasm, adding another octave and several decibels to her siren of pleasure. Harry sat there, tears flooding his cheeks, looking at his wife, her arms and legs wrapped around his tormentor, locked in a kiss. He realized that his wife had just known more bliss and ecstasy with this stranger than she had ever experienced with him in their 22 years of marriage. He struggled to speak, to curse Sam, to forgive her, but all he could get out was "fuck...fuck...fuck hard, fast, deep." "What'd you say, Harry? You want to watch us again. Okay, we aim to please." Sam pulled out of Liddy and pulled her face to his groin. "Open," he instructed her. He pulled her mouth onto his cock so she could suck it clean and reinvigorate it for the next round. When he was hard he pulled her off his staff and turned her over, positioning her on her knees in front of him. "Ready to watch, Harry?" With a single thrust he entered Liddy's ready pussy, so that his balls bounced off her clit. "Mmm, yeses," she hissed. "More, hard and fast, like before." "Not yet," returned Sam. "Not in the right place for that yet." Liddy blanched as she grasped the meaning of his words. At 42, in spite of an active sex life before she met Harry, and a fairly adventurous beginning to their marriage, she was still virgin anally. "Uh, Sam," she said, with a bit of apprehension in her voice, "I've never..." "Don't worry, I'll take it easy, and you'll never notice the little bit of pain." He backed out of her, replacing his cock with two fingers. He pulled them out, well smeared with her juice and his spunk, spreading the concoction around her rosebud. He reinserted the fingers back into her pussy getting more lube which he then pressed into her anal sphincter, spreading the juice all around the inside. This time, when he removed his fingers, he replaced them with his rigid staff. Harry watched with a combination of fascination, excitement, and horror at what was happening to his wife. From the time the couple before him had started kissing and fondling each other, his cock had been erect, coming at least once during their fuckfest. As he watched Sam fuck his wife's ass, Harry's cock seemed to swell and lengthen, then explode as he came again. His orgasmic groan attracted the attention of both Sam and Liddy. Sam just grinned; Liddy watched as Harry's member deflated and the final drops of his cum seemed to bubble up out of his piss hole. "Keep it up, Harry, the more you come, the dirtier we'll get. Sam, when you're done back there, bring your cock to me to clean for you; then I can give my husband a proper kiss." Hearing those words, Harry ejaculated again, still flaccid. Sam reached under her, searching for her clit. His other hand found a breast to maul. Massaging both speeded her to climax, triggering both his and Harry's ejaculation. A small moan from behind Sam reminded them Patti was still there, watching and also coming, thanks to Barb's ministrations. Sam sat back on his heels, pulling Liddy with him so she sat on his lap, impaled on his staff, his hands still busy caressing her clit and tits. He half turned her so the breast closest to Harry was within reach of his mouth. He closed his lips over it and applied both hands to working on her pussy, one massaging her clit, the other finger fucking her hole. In a few minutes she was coming again, her hips raising and falling on his staff, causing him to come again. This time he lifted her off his deflating prick. She turned and sucked his cum coated cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head and staff to clean all the residue away. When she felt him start to enlarge, she applied some suction and backed off, letting him emerge from her lips with a loud pop. She got off the sofa and walked across the short distance to Harry's chair, put her hand under his chin to tilt his face up, then leaned down and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Harry quickly realized that she had not swallowed whatever she had cleaned from Sam's cock. He tasted the metallic sweet saltiness of cum plus an acidic musty taste he realized must be shit from Liddy's ass. Reacting to the taste and the implication, he jerked his head away from his wife, ready to spit, but before he could carry out that intention, Liddy pinched his nose, forcing him to swallow. Through the nausea he felt, Harry heard Sam, instructing him to get out of the chair and lay on the floor, on his back. He was still unable to move except to speak. As he lay there, looking up at the ceiling, he saw his wife position herself over his face, a foot on either side of his head, and start to lower herself so her pussy was right over his mouth. He opened his mouth to object, but all he could say was, "fuck," then a large dollop of cum dropped into his mouth. He had to swallow, or choke. Sam was talking to him. "Harry, I'm about done with Liddy, but she needs to be cleaned up. That's your job. All the spunk running out of her pussy and ass need to be licked away. As soon as you're done, she'll park herself on that needle you use for a dick. So I'd get started if I were you." With a groan, Harry stuck out his tongue and started licking at the perineal area above him, cleaning away the fluids dripping from his wife's pussy and ass. In spite of, or maybe because of all the orgasms she had had that afternoon, Liddy was still highly aroused, with the result one might expect. Harry's attention to her very sensitive quim soon had her squirming all over his face, exposing the most excitable and receptive areas to his tongue. The resulting climax resulted in the expulsion of more of her fluids, mixed with Sam's, from her pussy, and a combination of gas and fluid from her no longer cherry rosebud. Liddy got up and situated herself on Harry's dick as Sam had promised. As he recovered from her climax, Harry became aware of the other naked people in the room, but did not recognize them. As Sam led one of them to Harry and positioned her in the same fashion as Liddy had just been, he realized it was his daughter, Patti. He shook his head violently. He wouldn't do that. Couldn't do that. Sam laughed and pushed Patti down on her knees, then forward to lean against her mother, Dropping to his knees behind her, he reached forward and began to caress her slit, only inches above her father's face. In a minute, he scooted forward, placing his prick at the opening to her virgin love tunnel. Horror doesn't begin to describe Harry's reaction to the realization of what was about to happen in front of his eyes. The son of a bitch was going to take his daughter's cherry right in front of his face. He was going to have to watch it happen only three inches away, the bastard's balls dragging on his nose and cheeks. As he watched, the impaling prick slid into his daughter's quim, then halted. To Harry's dismay, he saw his daughter pull forward slightly, then suddenly push back, completely engulfing the prick invading her, expelling a few drops of blood as she reached bottom. He then watched as Sam withdrew, more blood visible on the shaft of his prick, and slide back in, effortlessly, commencing his little girl's first fuck. More tears ran from Harry's eyes as he heard her moaning in passion, urging her violator to do it to her harder, faster. Harry saw Sam's balls tighten and his pace begin to quicken. He saw his daughter's muscles tighten and heard her passion as she screamed through her first fuck climax. Cum splashed from around Sam's cock on to Harry's cheeks, as he emptied his balls into the newly fucked channel of the nineteen year old woman under him. To his everlasting shame, Harry heard Liddy, "Good god, Harry. Shit, you never came like that fucking me," as she reported that he had come along with the two lovers. He watched Sam withdraw, the spunk deposit following, running down Patti's thighs. Thoroughly cowed, he obeyed Sam and licked it up as it came within reach of his tongue. He realized from Sam's position and the sounds she was making that Patti had his cock buried in her throat. How could his little girl do that? She hadn't had that much experience with boys growing up. When he heard her, "Wow, that's fun, and you feel and taste so good, better than my boy friends. I like that! Can we do it some more?" he realized that she was no oral virgin. Then Sam was kneeling behind her again, pushing her back into Liddy's arms. No, no, he wouldn't. Not to Patti! Not his little Patti! He opened his mouth to scream at Sam, to forbid him from attempting the despicable act he seemed intent on accomplishing. With utter despair Harry watched as Sam brought his cockhead up to Patti's rear entry and pushed it in. Only a slight moan of pain from the young woman indicated that there was any discomfort. He saw Sam reach around her hip and guessed he was manipulating her clit, forcing her to climax. Which she did. Since her pussy was empty, there was nothing to block the expulsion of her love juice, all over Harry's face and neck. Not during her first anal climax, nor the second or third. It had been a long afternoon for Sam. When he did come, he quickly withdrew and pushed Patti's ass down on Harry's mouth. "Clean her up, Harry," was all he said. Sam sent Liddy to the bathroom for stuff to clean his cock while Harry cleaned up Patti. As Liddy washed Sam, they heard Patti moan as her father's efforts brought her to orgasm again. When Sam was clean, he had both women come to him and kiss and lick his cock until it was hard. He then went to stand over Harry. "Up on your knees, Needledick. While you pay homage to my cock and suck it, I'll explain this afternoon to you." He motioned Barb to join them. Reluctantly, Harry moved himself into the requisite position, his arms still immobile at his sides. He still did not recognize the naked woman next to Sam. Grabbing his ears to hold him in place, Sam began a non-too-gentle thrusting into Harry's pie hole as he began to speak. "Do you remember a night last May, you, Jared Richards and Barb Gregory were working late. You sent Richards home, saying there wasn't really a need for him to stay. Barb, the secretary, was taking some codeine based medication, but you ordered her to join you drinking wine, and started to molest her when she became unable to resist. When she passed out, you raped her. From the amount of semen inside her, and on her legs, it was at least twice, maybe three times." Suddenly Harry realized who the woman with Sam was. His stomach turned over. "That secretary is my wife. The staff at the hospital where I took her for treatment will testify about her blood alcohol and codeine levels, as well as the presence of sperm and the results of the DNA tests which were done. "As far as we're concerned" Sam continued, motioning to his wife , "since Barb was not physically injured, we're now even. I've fucked your wife. That evens us on that score. And I copped all your daughter's remaining cherries giving you a good close-up view. That was your punishment for the rape. "If you want to involve the police, that's up to you. I might go to jail, but you most certainly would." He pulled his cock from the other man's mouth. "And I don't think you'd last that long, Harry, you're a lousy cocksucker." He turned to Barb and had her lean on Harry's shoulders as he fucked first her pussy, then her ass. "One last job. Harry, then you're done. You didn't clean Barb after your last escapade, so do it now." With that, he went to sit with the other women to watch as Barb wiped her cunt and ass all over Harry's face and tongue. When she was done with her Harry-induced orgasm, they dressed themselves and left. As they went out of the living room, Sam turned to the women, "Thank you for your help. I hope this afternoon wasn't too painful, and that you enjoyed some of your activity. What I said Harry did, he did. He is still bound to answer your questions truthfully, if you want to check my story." Liddy looked at him, then turned to Harry. "Harry, is his story true? Did you do what he said you did?" Harry's face was a study in mortification, a mixture of shame, guilt and fear, as he nodded. Turning to Sam, she asked, "What do we do now? What are you going to do?" He paused, considering. "When you hear the front door close, all my post hypnotic suggestions will be canceled, except that you women will remember your experiences this afternoon as pleasurable." He turned and was gone. As soon as they were out of the house, Harry was able to move. He immediately ran to the bathroom. The women, who hadn't moved from where they had shared Sam's cock, could hear him retching. Patti moved to sit by her mother and leaned her head on the older woman's shoulder. Harry was returning from the bathroom, about to tell his wife to call the cops, when he heard his daughter speaking. "Mom, I just thought of something. I forgot to take my birth control pill last night, and I'm almost exactly mid cycle. There's a real good chance I could get pregnant from this afternoon." "Me, too, Patti. It's been so long since your Dad and I have had sex, I've stopped using anything." "Jeez, I'm sorry, Mom. Oh, well, there's always plan B." "Or not." "Or not? You serious, Mom?" "Mmhmm." "You know, Mom, in a way I'm glad Daddy fucked that guy's wife." "Me too, sweetie, me too." A small smile played with her lips. "I think I'd like to get to know the Gregorys, wouldn't you, as 'our' friends?"