Johnny's parents had become worried about their son, he had been away from home for a whole day. Some of the boys had said they had seen him with Miss Pussie, the police crossing guard. If the boy had stayed with her they figured that he was not in trouble. They had known Mary since she was a teenager; she used to baby-sit for them. They hoped that Johnny was with Mary. They decided to pay Mary a visit and find out if she had seen Johnny.
Mrs. Pussie answered the door. "Why, hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes."
"Hi," the couple said, slid then told her why they had come. Mrs. Pussie had them come into the house. She made them some special tea. She added a mild drug. The couple drank and talked until they both began to show signs of listlessness.
Mrs. Pussie called for her husband and they took the couple upstairs. They tied their wrists and led them in to see their son.
"Here is Johnny," Mrs. Pussie said.
Through sleepy eyes the couple saw their son. He was still tied to the bed and Mary was sucking his cock again. The boy smiled at his parents. He seemed to feel no shame about appearing to them in this manner.
"Hi, Dad," the boy said.
"Hello, S-son."
"Hey, Dad, I'm really fucking them all like, you taught me," the boy said proudly. "No one broad for me, huh, Dad?"
"Y-yeah, S-son."
"Let us all adjourn to the cellar," Mrs. Pussie suggested to her husband. They took the drugged couple down first. They bound them to the wall with heavy manacles. Then Johnny was tied to a table. The Julian's were both tied to the wall with their backs to the others. Mrs. Pussie tied her husband to an overhead beam. His hands were stretched upward over his head, and then Mrs. Pussie fastened the rope to a large iron ring in the concrete floor. Mary and her mother stripped off all of their guests' clothes. Now everyone was naked.
The drug was wearing off, and Johnny's parents were slowly beginning to realize the predicament they were in. They were scared. But why wasn't Johnny frightened? Had all the whippings they had given him prepared him for this experience?
"Let us out of here, Mrs. Pussie," Johnny's father asked, trying to reason with the woman. He couldn't believe that Mrs. Pussie could be a party to something as far out as this! After all, this was a small town in Pennsylvania. These weird thing only took place in the big cities!
"In my own good time," Mrs. Pussie assured him. "When I free you uptight people."
Who did she think she was, a hippie or something? Mr. Hayes thought.
"What is this little thing?" Mrs. Pussie said, grasping the man's small cock. "Your son's is bier than this poor excuse for a cock."
The man flushed. He was embarrassed by the woman's comparison. He had always known that he had a snail organ, when erect it was only five inches long. Now he had been humiliated. But he was fascinated too. He wanted to know how big his cock was.
Mrs. Pussie turned to Mrs. Hayes. "How did you ever get any satisfaction with that little thing?"
Mrs. Hayes had to admit, she had never had an orgasm with her husband! She wondered for a moment if it was because his prick was too small.
"You need a real man," Mrs. Pussie offered. "I will see that you get one," she promised.
"Mary," Mrs. Pussie said. "Show him how large his son's prick is."
Mary understood the command. She went over to the boy and took hold of his dick and began licking it. As his father watched this performance he began to get hot. His small cock began to fill with blood and become erect. Mary had sucked the boy to a magnificent erection, his father gasped in astonishment. The organ was over eight inches long. He looked down at his own. It was puny in comparison. He began to feel quite inferior. His erection began to subside. He looked over at his wife. He read it in her face. He was ashamed. Perhaps she was right! He felt downright unmanly. He felt like a young boy. He was also very envious of his son at this moment.
The blowjob proceeded, and the boy moaned and groaned with pleasure. His father watched the act closely. He could almost see the boy's prick throb and pulse. The sight was extremely erotic. His prick began to rise again.
Soon the boy sighed. His hips moved upward, and his prick moved deeper into the girl's mouth. He could see the girl's cheeks swell outward as the cock juice filled her mouth. Mr. Hayes was hot. The scene was too erotic. His prick was bursting, and when he witnessed the boy's ejaculation, his own cock spit out its liquid contents.
Mrs. Pussie witnessed this and quickly knelt down, grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth to catch the last drops. She, like her daughter, had developed quite a taste for come. She licked up every drop. She didn't consider it a degrading act. After all, she chose to do it!
The man breathed a sigh of relief. He had never experienced such a great blowjob before. The woman was an expert at her craft.
When his prick had been cleaned to her satisfaction, Mrs. Pussie turned her attention to Mrs. Hayes. "I promised you a real man and I will deliver him." She untied Johnny's legs and hands.
She retied his hands behind his back and tied the boy to where his mother and father were tied to the wall.
Mrs. Hayes wondered what was on the woman's mind. She was also embarrassed. She was horribly humiliated, being naked and helpless before her own teenage son.
The boy looked at his mother. He liked her body. He had never seen her naked before. She was very lovely. He eyed her triangle hungrily. He felt desire in his groin. His cock began to fill with blood and grow erect.
Mrs. Pussie noticed the boy's cock growing. It fit in well with what she had in mind. She reached down and grabbed the boy's prick. She handled it gently. The boy smiled, thinking she was going to jerk him off. She kissed his mouth.
His cock was at full erection. With her other hand she began fingering his mother's pussy. The woman was amazed at her response. Her pussy was growing warm and it was getting juicy. She was ashamed of herself for, her reaction to this disgusting experience. The woman seemed to have some power over them all!
Mrs. Pussie brought the boy near his mother. She parted the woman's pussy lips and guided her son's cock into the hole. Mrs. Hayes gasped, couldn't believe that this was happening. This woman was haying her own son fuck her! It was disgusting! Yet she was responding! Her cunt was oozing. She wanted it!
The cock slipped easily into the lubricated sheath. The boy was flabbergasted. He was beginning to fuck his mother! Her cunt was warm and soft. It fit around his cock nicely. He pressed his body against hers. He looked into her eyes. She pressed back. A fantasy she had dreamt of for many years was being fulfilled.
The boy put his lips to his mother's neck. He kissed her. She moved her head to one side, accepting the kiss and the pleasure it gave. All the while, the boy kept his cock pumping in and out of her hot cunt.
"Oh, darling," the woman groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me good! Ohhhh!"
Her husband watched the fucking scene. He was disgusted but aroused. He had never seen his wife so hot before. He admired the ability of his son. His fucking technique was a hell of a lot better than his. The woman seemed to be on the verge of coming. She had buried her face in her son's shoulder. She bit softly into the flesh. The boy winced but didn't lose a stroke. He pumped and grunted. Then he gave a lunge forward and his prick sprayed a healthy load of semen into his mother's greedy cunt. The woman groaned and gave herself over to her orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhh… aaaahhhhh!"
Mrs. Pussie dropped to her knees and pulled the boy's cock from his mother's cunt and gobbled it into her mouth. When she had licked the boy's prick clean, she licked his mother's cunt, not leaving a trace of semen on it or in it.
Mrs. Julian was placed in the pillory which was in the middle of the cellar. Her hands and head were fastened in place. Mrs. Pussie prodded the woman between her thighs with her riding crop. She tapped the woman's cunt lips. The woman gave a start. It stung her. Mrs. Pussie then tapped the woman's anus with the crop. She wanted her to know that it was she who was in control. That it was she who would give her pain or allow her to know pleasure. The woman jumped. She cried out with the stinging pain.
Mr. Julian yelled and cursed the woman. But he too was enjoying the punishment procedure. His cock was erect and hot. He liked seeing his wife chastised.
"And now, my dear," Mrs. Pussie said as she untied Mrs. Hayes from the wall. "You will perform a delicate service for Mrs. Julian. You will be her toilet paper."
Mrs. Hayes began to tremble. She was frightened but she was excited too. She actually wanted to perform the act! She followed the woman over to the pillory. She even knelt down obediently when Mrs. Pussie pushed down on her shoulders. She was facing Mrs. Julian's rear. Since the woman's legs had been prodded apart, she could see the brownish pink gash of her pussy and the crinkled back hole. She was fascinated. She had never been this close to a grown woman's privates before. She was sexually aroused. She wanted to tongue the woman. Her eyes glistened with desire. She did not care what her husband thought, she wanted to eat the woman. She wanted to taste cunt.
Mrs. Pussie whacked Mrs. Hayes on the rump with her crop. The woman flinched and moved closer to the other woman's ass. Her nose was embedded between the two cheeks. The aroma penetrated her nostrils. It was arousing. It was forbidden. It was a dirty act which she was going to be forced to do.
The crop struck her ass again. Mrs. Hayes' tongue shot out and touched Mrs. Julian's asshole. She didn't have to be told to start licking. She was way ahead of the game. Her tongue entered the tight hole. She pushed her tongue into the woman's anus, swirled it around and brought it out again. She began using it like a penis, pushing it in and out. She was enjoying it. Her hand had crept between her legs and had begun fingering her cunt; Mrs. Julian was enjoying the act too. Though she was a prisoner and was in a most uncomfortable position, she still enjoyed the procedure. The tongue was getting her hot. She would come soon.
Mrs. Pussie took Johnny over in front of Mrs. Julian's face. She fed the boy's cock into the woman's mouth. Mrs. Julian did not balk. She accepted the limp cock gratefully. She wanted something to suck on. She was breathing heavily, the excitement of the tongue up her asshole was driving her wild.
Mrs. Hayes fucked the asshole with her tongue, played with her own cunt with one hand while she stroked Mrs. Julian's box with the other.
In a short time, the boy's tool began to enlarge within Mrs. Julian's mouth. The boy began to move back and forth, fucking her in the mouth. The woman was a mass of seething sensuality. She groaned and sucked, wriggled her rear and moved back onto the invading tongue. She was beside herself with pleasure. She was bursting with the need to come.
In a few seconds Mrs. Julian began to grunt and strain. Her mouth opened reflexively. The boy's cock smashed down her throat and her body swayed and wriggled through her orgasm. The boy's cock erupted and pound its juices down the woman's throat. Mrs. Hayes buried her tongue deep into the other woman's asshole, as her body was thrust forward with the violence of her own orgasm.
"Pip!" Mrs. Pussie shouted.
The two women were filled with remorse. Mrs. Hayes looked over at her husband. She read disgust on his face too. Her eyes pleaded with him to forgive her. How could he. She still had the taste of the woman's asshole on her tongue. She wanted to die at that moment. She wanted to tell him that she didn't know what came over her or that she couldn't help it that she had been forced. But it was not like that. She had voluntarily tongued the woman's asshole. There was no doubt about that. She was to blame. She fell to the floor and wept bitterly, begging for forgiveness.
Mrs. Pussie took up her whip and lashed the crying woman across her ass. Mrs. Hayes screamed and jumped, falling onto her side on the floor. The whip struck again and the woman began crawling across the floor toward her tormentor.
"Yes, beat me!" she begged. "Hurt me! Whip me! Drive this Devil from me! Ouch! Oohhhhhh!"
The woman fell onto her back. She kicked her legs in the air. "Hit me on my cunt! Whip it!"
"I'll whip the Devil out of you! You're nothing but an ass-sucking tramp!" Mrs. Pussie shouted at the squirming woman at her feet. She lashed at the woman's gash.
"More! More! Hurt me! Beat me! Slash me! Make me sorry for my sins! Make me bleed! KILL ME!"
"Me too!" Mrs. Julian shouted. "I need to be punished! Please punish me! Beat me too!"
Mrs. Pussie was in her glory. She turned around and began whipping Mrs. Julian's upturned rear. She alternated between the two women.
The men watched their wives beg for their whippings. They couldn't believe their eyes and ears. They gave their bodies over to the whip and to the woman who wielded it. How could something like this happen? How could these women that they thought they knew do such things? Their personalities were so radically altered. They were at the mercy of this wicked woman who degraded them, humiliated them, and they came back for more! The two husbands knew that they could not have stopped the proceedings. They could not have changed their wives' minds. This woman was more influential than they. She had these women eating out of her hand. The men were jealous.
On her back on the floor, Mrs. Hayes lay crying and screaming. Finally, Mary had had enough of her mother's cruelty. She lunged at her mother and wrestled her to the floor. Site nabbed her mother around the neck and pushed her knee into the woman a back. Choking sounds came from the woman's throat, and her arms flailed helplessly at her sides. The woman was taken completely by surprise; she could not tight back. Her daughter grabbed hold of a handful of her mother's hair and jerked her mother's head backward with it. With her other hand she gasped her mother's mouth and pulled upward and backward. This stretched the woman's mouth painfully.
Seeing her advantage, Mrs. Hayes got up, picked up the whip and began striking Mrs. Pussie on her bottom. The woman screamed and yelled, kicked her legs wildly. She struggled to escape but her daughter's grip was firm. Her mouth was sore and her ego was bruised. The whip left red-lines on Mrs. Pussie's backside. Mrs. Hayes began whipping the woman's thighs and legs until they too became red with welts.
Mary let her mother's head drop to the floor. She turned around and saw Mrs. Hayes plunging a dildo, up her mother's ass.
Mrs. Pussie screamed.
This was more like it, Mrs. Hayes thought.
The dildo fucked in and out of Mrs. Pussie's rectum, bringing her pain and pleasure; Mrs. Hayes loved every minute of it. Shown finally getting back at the bitch.
Mary liked watching her mother getting fucked in the ass. She liked hearing her scream. She liked having her struggle. She liked being in control. She liked getting revenge. She rubbed her crotch against her mother's back to masturbate herself.
"Oh, fuck my asshole." Mrs. Pussie gasped, her had rolling back and forth with the exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. Much to Mrs. Hayes' disappointment, Mrs. Pussie screamed out in orgasmic delight. The dildo in her ass had brought her satisfaction. She groaned and sighed, lying very still. The dildo was left in place.
Mary led Mrs. Hayes over to the other pillow. With help from Johnny, they locked the woman inside the thing. Mary then escorted Johnny back to the bed and tied him once again to it. Her father was the only one free. She wanted to bind him too. She tricked him into an embrace and then kneed him in the groin. When he doubled up she wrapped a rope around his wrist. The man was in too much pain to fight back. She grabbed and tied his other hand too. She left him lying on the floor, groaning and gasping in pain.
Mary looked at her handy work. She was certainly becoming an experienced dominatrix. Her mother smiled up at the girl. Mary was pleased. She smiled at her mother. "You are a good slave," she told her.
"Thank you, mistress," her mother answered.
Mistress, Mary thought. Yes, mistress, that was what she was at this moment.
Mary looked at each one of her subjects. The men and the boy were tied up. The men to the wall and the boy to the bed. The women were locked in the pillories. She gazed about the room. The men looked so ridiculous and vulnerable. Her reverie was interrupted by the doorbell.
The girl shut the heavy door behind her and went upstairs to answer the door. It was her long-time boyfriend Mike, a policeman, and her girlfriend June, a policewoman. She invited them in. They said they had come around because they thought something had happened since she hadn't been to work in several days.
Mary had completely forgotten about time. Her adventures in the cellar had numb her to the activities of the rest of the world.
The girl prepared a special form of coffee for her two friends. They wanted to know where her family was. They would soon find out. She sat and talked with the couple until the drug took effect. Soon they both were unconscious. Mary dragged both bodies to the cellar. She tied Mike to the wall and placed June on the rack.