"Can I help you?" Tim watched as his slender blonde wife struggled with the back zipper of her dress. It was Sunday night and they were going to be flying back to Washington late that night rather than waiting for the morning flight. It had been a very productive weekend, and Tim felt confident that he and Ron had made the right decisions. The nomination was within reach!
Tim moved over to Sylvie and put his arms around her, holding her close to him as she stood looking in the mirror.
"You're a pretty good lay, you know!" he whispered into her ear.
Sylvie blushed, thinking of how Tim had held her so tenderly only a few moments before on their big double bed. The sweetness of their love making only made her sadder when she realized that she still had to meet with that dreadful man, their ex-valet Frank, on Monday in order to retrieve the blackmail tapes. She sighed and let her husband hug her, closing her eyes and wishing that there was nothing to mar her happiness with the young senator.
"Start thinking about what changes you want to make in the White House, honey. It won't be long now!" he told her. Then as an afterthought he added, "And I'll fuck you just as well there as I did just now… maybe better!"
Tim couldn't help laughing as he imagined himself doing the most obscene things with his wife in every room of the White House. And then of course there was Mrs. Grayson, too! He was certain that he would be the best president the country had ever had, and part of it would be due to his erotic stamina. Tim pulled back from Sylvie and zipped her up. Sylvie felt the knife-like turn inside her stomach that happened whenever Tim mentioned the presidency… recently, that is. Whatever happened, she must see to it that Frank had no dealings with that columnist, and that the tapes were destroyed once arid for all!
Down the hall, Arlene dressed hurriedly. She wanted to go down to the living room and get her briefcase that she'd left there after a work session earlier in the day. There were a few details that she wanted to discuss with Ron again before they got to the office the next morning.
The family plane would carry them all back to Washington that night, and Arlene hoped to get some sleep during the trip. She certainly hadn't gotten much over the weekend, what with Friday night extending so far into Saturday and work sessions all day Saturday and Sunday. Now she felt tired and wanted nothing so much as a complete rest… a short trip to the Bahamas, perhaps, something like that. But she knew that there would be no rest for any of them now until Tim Cassidy was in the White House, and everything had to wait for that happy event.
She was just about to go out the door when there was a soft knock. She didn't expect Ron, and he rarely knocked anyway, so Arlene thought that perhaps it was Sylvie coming to speak to her about something. She had been thinking a great deal about her cousin since that night when Erick and Ron had forced the young maid Ella to make love to her. More than anything, the lascivious evening had made her regret that she and her cousin were no longer close. And she knew that she herself was to blame. After all, they had once been like sisters and now they spoke mainly of the weather or some other inconsequential subject.
She opened the door, hoping that it would be Sylvie and that she could get across something of what she felt.
"Ella!" The small Irish maid stood timidly in the doorway.
"May I come in, Miss Pickering?" she asked.
Arlene flushed and motioned Ella in. "Why… why, of course!" she stammered. "And you mustn't ever, ever call me Miss Pickering again. My name is Arlene!"
Ella stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, and then, embarrassed that she had forgotten her manners, Arlene asked her to sit down. Ella sat daintily on a Louis XV chair, wringing her hands in consternation.
"Yes… yes, I will," she mumbled. The vision of their obscene lovemaking hung heavily between them, and both women remembered with precision each tender caress, each warm word between them.
"Can I… is there something I can help you with?" Arlene inquired.
After all, this young maid had helped her more perhaps than she would ever realize. Through her, Arlene had re-established her own right, her own intrinsic value in the face of the two Cassidy brothers. She knew that she still loved Ron, probably always would, but now she also knew that there would always be a struggle between them, and that she must be on guard against any attempt he might make to completely undermine her will.
"There… there's something you must know!" Ella stammered out. She had been thinking about it all weekend, and finally she realized that the only person she could talk to would be Arlene. Surely she would know some way to help Sylvie Cassidy get rid of Frank!
The two women spoke for about 15 minutes, and then Ella left the room-but not without a tender embrace from Arlene before they parted.
Arlene had promised her that no harm would come to Sylvie and that they would stop Frank's vicious attempt at blackmail.
The first person she had to talk to was Ron.
Washington's streets were glistening wet as they sped through the city.
Tim and Sylvie were in their own car and Tim was driving. Arlene could see the green Buick turn the corner in front of their limousine as she and Ron continued going straight to their apartment house.
"She wouldn't tell me a damned thing!" Ron said to Arlene. "Denied the whole thing to the end. The way I see it we've got to get to Frank without Sylvie's help. Obviously she thinks she's the only one who can handle him… and about that I'm certain she's wrong!"
"Yes," said Arlene. "She's shown bad judgment before!"
"You can say that again," Ron replied grimly.
"Oh, it's all my fault… If only I had helped her when she first sent for me… If only I had let her confide in me!"
Arlene knew now that that was the original reason that Sylvie had asked Arlene to come to Grandville. She had needed an ally against the Cassidys, against Tim who paid little attention to her then, and against Ron who thought of her as an object to help Tim get elected Senator, and most of all against Erick who would go to any lengths to make her give in to his sexual demands. Arlene had not helped, and Sylvie had given in to Erick, and that was when the tape had been made.
"All that's water under the bridge," Ron said pragmatically. "What's important is now… and the NOMINATION!"
Arlene realized that he was right, and later that night in Ron's apartment they set about trying to locate Frank. They discovered that he had moved from the original apartment that Tim had personally located for his former valet. They would not be able to trace his steps until the next day, and that meant that their best course would be to follow Sylvie when she went to meet him.
Arlene slept fitfully that night, realizing that the next day would be so important to all of them. Its course would determine whether or not Tim reached his final goal, or had his wife and his brother's name headlined in every paper in the country. His career might never recover should the latter event occur!
"Sleep!" said Ron tersely beside her… but she knew that he too was awake and thinking about what was going to happen.
The taxi driver smiled broadly. He had recognized Sylvie Cassidy even though she was wearing her darkest glasses and had pushed her gleaming blonde hair back under a cap. Realizing that the lovely young Senator's wife was in no mood for conversation, he refrained from speaking to her. He was content enough to have such a celebrity in his taxi, although he did wonder why she had not taken a limousine and why she was going to such a middle-class neighborhood. From what he had read about the Cassidys, they hung out with the cream of Washington… with the Ambassadors and the socialites and even with the President and his entourage.
He watched the young woman as she walked away from him down the cement sidewalk. He tried to memorize everything about her so that he could tell his wife and kids when he got home. He had seen The Sylvie Cassidy!
Sylvie was wearing a light top coat that covered her dark burgundycolored dress. The dress was high-necked and long-sleeved and more suitable to winter than to the month of April. Nevertheless, its warmth gave Sylvie courage as she approached the building she dreaded to enter.
The front door was just slightly ajar, and Sylvie stood for what seemed an eternity before she entered. She had little hope left that Frank would not ask some other obscene deed from her before giving her the tapes and agreeing to omit any mention of her own misdeeds from his forthcoming book of memoirs. She had decided within herself that she had no choice but to submit. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself again to save her husband from humiliation, she would do so. After all… she herself had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness with her husband's youngest brother, Erick, and there was no one now to get her out of it but herself!
To bolster her nerves, Sylvie had drunk several White Russians before leaving her elegant town house some distance away. The vodka and white Creme de Cacao had slipped easily to her near-empty stomach, and had given her just the dulling effect that she needed to face the afternoon. She had not reckoned with the effect the alcohol would have as it mingled with the amphetamines and tranquilizers in her system. As she was already pulled between high and low by the two interacting drugs, the alcohol created a dizzy, spinning effect, and she could feel all sorts of strange thoughts racing through her mind as her body felt powered by the false energy she had created.
She entered the building and knocked at the door with a timidity that made her even more frightened of what was going to happen. She knocked again louder, as if to allay her own fears.
Frank came to the door, opening it and smiling at her with his deceptively mild-mannered servant's air. Sylvie entered as the former valet ushered her politely in, and then stood uncertainly by the door with her arms hanging loosely at her sides.
Even though she had been there only once before, every detail of the apartment seemed etched in her mind. She looked around her, a doomed expression on her face, and then turned to Frank.
"Please sit down, Mrs. Cassidy," he said. "Won't you have something… it's almost tea time…"
"No… I only came for the tapes…" she said abruptly. "You promised …"
"Oh, yes… the tapes… But Mrs. Cassidy, I'm disappointed. I was sure you would want to go over the rest of the book with me!"
Sylvie realized that she ought to know the whole truth. She couldn't just ignore the fact that even without incriminating tapes, the book could paint the entire family in such a bad light that it would ruin her husband's chances for re-election. There were any number of unscrupulous newspapermen and publishers who would give anything to get their hands on Frank's writings. Somehow, she had to persuade him to cancel the entire project… somehow.
Frank helped her out of her coat.
"Now, if you'll sit down… I'm sure you'd like a little brandy at least." He was already on his way to the kitchen, where Sylvie presumed he kept the brandy. She did not protest. She would need all the help she could get and the brandy would taste good. She sat down on the sofa and tried to keep from looking at all the photos of the Cassidys… but one of Mrs. Thelma Cassidy, her husband's mother, kept catching her eye. No matter what, Sylvie thought, she must protect her husband! She thought of how delighted Mrs. Cassidy would be to prove her daughterin-law an incompetent promiscuous fool, even if it did ruin Tim's career! Sylvie determined to do anything to prevent that from happening!
When Frank returned with the brandy bottle, Sylvie felt very lightheaded as she said, "I am prepared to do anything you want to get the tapes and your word that you will not publish a book about the Cassidys!"
Frank stopped in the middle of the room, and appeared startled for a second. Then his face broke into a smile in which only the traces of his servile valet's smile could be seen. He was a different man.
Already his life had changed so much during his time away from the Cassidys that Frank was feeling his health undergo a rapid improvement.
He moved forward again, his tall somberly dressed form slightly stooped with age, but still impeccable, still crisp and presentable. He offered Mrs. Cassidy the snifter glass of brandy and set the small serving tray down.
"In that case," he said, "we should adjourn immediately to the workroom!"
"The workroom?" Sylvie inquired. "You mean in there…?" She pointed toward the bedroom where the tape recorder was and where he had forced her into a horrible, unwilling intimacy.
"Yes… but in the other door."
Sylvie had never even noticed another door, but now as she hesitantly followed the valet, she saw that indeed there was one on the other side of the small bedroom. When Frank turned to make sure she was following, he smiled approvingly and said, "I'm glad you're bringing your brandy … we may be some time in here!"
A shudder went through Sylvie. She was thinking all sorts of wild thoughts. If all he wanted to do was make love to her, certainly she could do that. After all, she had already done so once, under the influence of a drug, true… but certainly she would survive it a second time, no matter how distasteful she found it! She tried to steel herself against his demands for her body, telling herself that the flesh meant nothing… that she could remain mentally above it all… and afterward… dear God, afterward she would have what she had come to get! She sipped the brandy gratefully, hoping it would dull her senses even more when the time came. Certain that she was right, she was glad that she had resisted all of Ron's efforts to drag the entire story out of her. She had lied to him, telling him that the maid must have misunderstood her conversation--that she had been talking to a Mrs. Franks about some masking tape for Tim. Soon it would be all over and she would be free, and Ron and Tim would not have been dragged into it.
Sylvie had hardly noticed her surroundings as she entered the other room. She had supposed it to be some kind of studio that Frank had set up for himself. To her surprise, she saw that it was filled with all kinds of metal gadgets, some of them hanging from chains on the walls and others standing in corners. She had never seen anything like them, and her heart filled with fear that Frank wanted to use some of them on her!
As she shrank back, however, Frank propelled her forward and closed the door behind them.
"Don't be afraid. Nothing I do will hurt you."
Sylvie stumbled backward away from him.
"I'm so glad you decided to go along with me," Frank continued. "A young woman of your intelligence… of your… how shall I put it… propensities… know how? Surely my little needs will be very easy for you!"
"What are you talking about!" Sylvie screamed, looking frantically around her.
"I'm talking about you and me, Mrs. Cassidy. We hit it off rather well together once. In memory of that time, I have a little program planned.
I've been planning it for some time, and I know you won't want to disappoint me by not participating."
"The tapes… the book… you'll give me everything… You'll promise…?" In spite of her fear, Sylvie tried to remain strong. She would have little chance of happiness for the rest of her life if she didn't.
"Oh, of course! All yours!" Frank flicked a button on the side of the wall, and suddenly the room was filled by the sounds of the tapes.
Sylvie's own voice entreated Erick to fuck her harder and harder.
Sounds of her husband's brother's cock entering her own blonde pussy were magnified a thousand times in the small room. She put her hands over her ears, but it did not stop the sound.
"The manuscript… what I've finished of it… is over there. Perhaps you'd like to thumb through it?"
Sylvie moved swiftly toward a platformed desk, and turned the first page of a thick black binder. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she read: The Cassidys are a peculiar bunch; unlike most living creatures who are content with simpler pleasures, they like sucking and fucking more than anything else. Having had the privilege of serving the Cassidys for over fifty years I can affirm that every single one of them has shown a decided talent for eroticism from its most banal forms to the most bizarre. Starting with Jenson Cassidy and his wife Thelma, going right on to visiting brothers and cousins, including the Cassidy children, Tim, Ron and Erick, their women, and the latest of the Cassidys, Mrs. Tim Cassidy. This book intends to act as a definitive portrait and clear up any questions that the general public may have about the famous family.
Sylvie turned the pages and saw descriptions of the crudest sort of acts that were purported to have taken place between her mother-in-law and the since deceased father of the Cassidy tribe. Further on, there were descriptions of the young Cassidy boys with their teenage girl friends, and later of their more sophisticated exploits as young men.
Sylvie did not dare to turn to the chapter which she was sure must deal with her. She was about to turn toward Frank and tell him just how disgusting she thought the manuscript was, when she felt his arms entwining around her waist. She fought and screamed, but he carried her kicking all the way over to the corner, where she found herself propped upon a sort of altar.
"Would you like to undress or shall I do it for you?" Frank asked politely. "Don't worry, I will give you a chance to read the manuscript more fully in a few moments."
Sylvie looked at the despicable man in front of her. To think that the Cassidys had trusted him as a member of the family for all those years and now… Frank thrust out his hand and started to pull at her dress.
"No!" she cried, defiantly. "I'll do it myself!" She began to disrobe hurriedly, taking off her cap first and letting her golden hair cascade to her shoulders. Her dress came off with a sharp down-pull on the back zipper. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the helplessness of her position, and it was all she could do to keep from sobbing as she pulled her slip up over her head and stood before the ex-servant in her panties and stockings and the black brassiere that she had decided to wear that day.
"Oh, lovely, lovely!" Frank said, applauding her soundlessly. The lewd tape continued to spin its ugly sounds throughout the room, and Sylvie trembled with rage and despair.
"You don't mind if I do the rest, do you? I would rather like that, I think!"
Frank moved toward her, and she struggled with herself to remain calm.
She shut her eyes tightly as revulsion shivered through her nerves and she felt his hands gently pushing against her inner thighs, his fleshy palms slowly pulling her knees apart and sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her long stockings and skittered across the sensitive tanned surface of her nakedly exposed flesh between the stocking tops and her sheer black panties. Frank's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light contact with the thin silken crotchband up between her full soft thighs.
She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside of the flimsy panties, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the narrow quivering slit of her vagina. She shrank away indignantly, but he continued to play teasingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft golden hairs that protruded from the tight elastic legbands.
I must endure it… I MUST! Sylvie told her self repeatedly, trying to remain calm.
His middle finger slipped suddenly under the narrow elastic legband and flicked lewdly at the moist red opening of her pussy beneath, bringing a protesting groan from Sylvie. She could feel his eyes feasting hungrily on her secret feminine flesh up between her legs that belonged to her husband Tim, and to no one else! Her tears streamed in tiny rivulets as she struggled to stop the lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling body, but the sudden sight of the book of obscene "memoirs" on the desk across from her stopped her. There was no hope, she had gotten herself into this and the tape of her voice was playing to prove it! She could only hope that he would take her quickly enough before she lost control and did something to make him angry.
"I'll just take them off, now!" Frank declared, and she shut her eyes again, feeling the smooth nylon drawing slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs and exposing the whole of her soft goldenhaired pussy.
"Just as beautiful as I recall!" Frank sighed, pulling the flimsy silken panties all the way off and staring longingly at the blonde hair-covered "vee" of Sylvie's trembling pussy.
Frank stood back, and then he stepped up onto the platform on which Sylvie stood, still clad in her garter belt and stockings and her black brassiere. Frank reached behind her and easily unfastened the clasp of the brassiere, releasing her firm, full, cream-like breasts to his hungering eyes. His fingers ran lightly over their pulsing brown tips and he chuckled to himself as she pulled away. Suddenly he was lifting her arms upward, and Sylvie felt something snapping over each of her wrists. She looked and saw that she had been strapped to the wall!
Nausea rose and she screamed at him.
"Please, let me go… let me go! I promise you don't have to strap me down. I'll do anything you want, I tell you, anything!"
"Oh please, Mrs. Cassidy," Frank said in his most polite tone. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you. Just relax… If I'm not mistaken, you'll enjoy this."
Sylvie suddenly knew that she was dealing with a completely deranged man.
"Brandy!" the harassed blonde desperately rasped out. "Give me more brandy!"
"As you like, Mrs. Cassidy." Frank turned and left the room, and while he was gone Sylvie could do nothing but listen to the crude tape sounds screaming in her head and look at the thick binding of the manuscript that would ruin her husband and his family if it was ever published.
Naked except for her stockings and garter belt, she hung from her bound wrists like a pagan offering to the gods, totally bereaved of understanding of why she should find herself in such a terrible position.
When the former valet returned with the bottle of brandy, he poured some into the glass she'd left by the manuscript and took it to her.
Thirstily, she drank it down as he held it to her parched lips.
"MORE!" she said, and he filled it again and again held it to her lips while she drank. She felt the dizzying effects of the strong liquor spreading! throughout her system, helping her to withstand the dreadful experience she was certain was coming.
"You can let me down, Frank…" she said in a cajoling voice. "Let me down, and I promise to satisfy you. I'll do anything…"
"That will come later, Mrs. Cassidy!" Frank declared. "First I have a little something you might like to try out!"
Frank had often thought of the first intimate glimpse he'd had of the nakedly trembling Sylvie Cassidy straining with the gilded candle thrust up between her smoothly trembling thighs, trying to satisfy her drugged loins with the outrageous object, pushing it steadily upward with in the moist confines of her passion-drenched cunt. She'd asked him to help her and he had, until finally she'd insisted upon feeling his own human phallus deep within her tormented young pussy.
"I've constructed a little something in your honor!" he said, going over to a drawer in the desk and taking out a large double-headed object that Sylvie could not identify through her drunken daze.
"Wh… what is it?" she asked, peering through the haze, but still not managing to clear her eyes or her dully throbbing head.
"IT'S A DILDO! A DOUBLE DILDO… WHICH I'VE GILDED JUST FOR YOU!"
Ron and Arlene turned back, Ron's small MG traversing the heavy midafternoon traffic of Washington, darting in and out, shooting red lights and going at about 70 miles an hour.
"How could we have lost her?" he snarled. "How could that possibly have happened?"
Slumped in her bucket seat next to him, Arlene was silent. She did not know how they could have possibly have lost Sylvie's trail across town, but they had. Her cousin's taxi had turned down an unfamiliar street and they had turned right, whereas the taxi had made a left turn.
"I know!" she said suddenly. "Go to Sylvie's office. Maybe her secretary can help us!"
Sylvie was in a fog of confusion. Frank had given her the extra glasses of brandy she'd requested. That made five now since she'd been in his apartment. Before her, she could feel he was brandishing the lewd dildo that he had made for her. Suddenly she felt him move closer, and something thick touched between the exposed lips of her pink vagina, pressing inside and parting the pubic hair.
"OH!" Sylvie jumped against the bracelets that bound her hands, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at Frank. He was pushing one end of the double-edged phallus into the moistly parted split of her cunt! She could see the object well now, and to her amazement it looked just like a living penis except for its garish color and the strange double-headed design. There were two false cocks, one of large, almost outlandish proportions, and the other smaller and more slender. They were attached in the middle by two hanging objects that were meant to signify testicles, and the whole thing appeared to be made from some kind of rubber.
As she hung there helplessly trussed, she felt Frank parting her legs still wider, and moving the thicker tip with insane persistence within the defenseless opening of her honey colored pussy.
"Oh please, please stop, please stop! I can't stand it! I… can't!" she cried. It felt lewder than anything she might have imagined--a teasing artificial cock playing at the tender parts of her widely presented vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris and rubbing against it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Sylvie felt the sensitive little bud involuntarily jerking into hardness. She could hear Prank laughing above the sounds of the crashing climaxes of their own voice on the all-pervading tape recording. Her desperate pleadings were lost, and he seemed driven to even faster manipulation by her attempts to squirm backward away from the golden dildo.
"I made this with my very own hands," Frank mused. "It took days, dipping it and re-dipping it in liquid latex. Inside there is a hard but flexible length of rubber hose that gives a satisfactory consistency, and the whole is carefully modeled to give satisfaction!"
Sylvie stared down at him, her eyes wide with terror, her lips mumbling supplications which he did not hear.
"This is much more satisfactory than a candle, you will find, Mrs.
Cassidy. And you must look upon it as a kind of offering to your great beauty… and how shall I put it… your secret charms?"
He worked the lewd rubber object up slowly over the mound of her haircovered pussy and across the flat golden plane of her trembling belly, pausing for a moment as he held it by the small phallus shape, pushing the thick cleft head of the larger cock up along the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her lifted arms.
"Almost like a little pussy there…" Frank murmured, his face beginning at last to betray the true state of his disturbed mind. He had held together for so long. All those years of being discreet and kind, polite and helpful, and then that one event, that one evening, had started him on a long decline. Sylvie's call for aid had sent him rushing to her dressing room that night so long ago, and the final result was this moment when he had the newest member of the Cassidy clan in his own workroom where HE was the master and she was the servant!
Sylvie felt like she was going to go crazy as she felt the awful soft yet hard consistency of the obscene fake phallus moving over her nakedly cringing flesh. She was relieved when it moved from under her arms where it had prodded first one exposed armpit and then the other, running next over her fully ripe breasts where it began to rub against the turgid nipples, bringing them to a throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved valet who was subjecting her to these horrible indignities, her feeling was slowly changing.
Her cries of humiliation and torture were tapering off into gradually deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body, helped by the great amounts of alcohol coursing through it, quieted to a slow helpless writhing of uncontrolled sensation. Small rivulets of sweat began to drip from her forehead, wetting the slick gilded of the dildo before her. Tears of frustration again brimmed to her eyes as she felt control of her body slipping away. She had vowed to do anything to get those tapes and to stop Frank in his attempt to ruin the family, and now she was making good on her word! But the sheer hopelessness of her position and the awful two-headed cock in the hands of the deranged former valet were forcing Sylvie into a kind of helpless submission that was intolerable.
Her shackled hands pulled desperately at the leather bindings that held her to the wall, as against her will her proud firm breasts throbbed up into full, firm roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the crude rubbing made small circles of tingling pleasure around the brown areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching to absorb its caresses. It dwelled long again on the soft flat area of her naked belly, massaging there and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow, uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her torso to do a strange little shuffling dance upon the wooden altar that Frank had constructed for her torture. The narrow pink split of her silken pussy was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor.
With a lewd chuckle, Frank twisted the double dildo in his hands and pushed the smaller end without warning between Sylvie's parted thighs and up against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus where it nestled between her softly rounded buttocks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and Sylvie tried to screw herself back against the wall to escape the cruel probe.
"AAAaaaaaaaah! Please… I can't stand it. It's driving me crazy!" she gasped between clenched teeth.
Frank answered with a sadistic laugh as she bucked and squirmed against the worming probe at her clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to close her legs, squeezing her buttocks tightly together, but there was no relief; it only made the instrument push harder at her back passage.
"N00000!" she cried out. "OOOOHHH N0000!"
"You must be getting pretty anxious to be fucked by now, Mrs. Cassidy!"
Frank declared.
"NO… nooooo!" she groaned piteously.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact Mr. Franks did leave a number for Mrs.
Cassidy to call."
Jennie, Sylvie's secretary was anxious to help Ron Cassidy and Miss Pickering, and she could see that they were tense with worry about something they would not tell her. She refrained from making any comment, however, and began to look for the number.
"Let me see now… where could I have put it?" she said aloud.
"Hurry! Please hurry!" Arlene cried. Who knew what Sylvie was going through right Ron stood tight-lipped as Jennie finally unearthed a phone number. He got out his phone book and withdrew a punch card from it which he inserted in Jennie's desk phone and listened impatiently as the numbers were registered and the call went through.
"Dawson? This is Ron Cassidy. We need the address that goes with this phone number…"
Arlene listened anxiously as Ron spoke to his contact at the phone company. She knew that within a few minutes they would be on their way again to find her cousin Sylvie.
"Where do you want it first… in the front or in the back? Or both at once?" Frank asked lewdly, his face a contorted mask of desire. He felt his own cock bursting hotly against his pants, but he intended to have that pleasure later… only after he had watched the little performance he had planned for so long. He was delighted as Sylvie Cassidy cringed at the ugliness of his words, and his eyes swept over the smooth golden beauty of her nakedness. Suddenly inspired, he held the strange object that he had created by the center piece, the handle in the form of hanging testicles, and fitted the tip of each fake cock respectively to the contours of Sylvie's tiny pink vagina and her puckered anus. He thrust upward with a hard lunge. Since she was standing slightly above him on the wooden platform, it was a fairly easy matter to make both phalluses enter the tightly contracted orifices of the frightened blonde senator's wife. It meant that the twin dildos were bent together, the thick rubber tubing inside giving, but providing an elasticity to the organ that assured a tension between the two probing instruments… the one rising slowly up into Sylvie's tightly resisting anal passage, and the other larger one pressing upward into her defenselessly open pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sylvie cried out as she felt the harsh entry of the two hard rubber cocks in the burning channel of her rectum and the wet narrowness of her hair-fringed pussy. She could feel the thick tips, so life-like in their construction, pushing upward within her, each rising in a separate orifice but both close together in her defenselessly suspended body. The pain and horror of it almost made her faint, and she hung limply, her hands held tightly by their unyielding manacles. Her legs and thighs trembled as she felt herself totally stuffed by the obscene device, and she began to scream wildly, pleading with the former valet to stop.
But Frank began to make sharp upward thrusts into the slippery passages, holding firmly to the middle section of the double-headed dildo.
"NNNNGHHH!" he grunted as he thrust harder and harder, sending the speeding hard cocks higher and higher up into Sylvie's tortured young cunt and anus. Sylvie began to hop up and down, somehow realizing the ludicrous way she must look, but uncaring as she attempted to ease the awful burning pain of the two thudding phalluses that filled her, fitting so tightly into each of her orifices that she feared they might become stuck in there and never come out again. But Frank was able to withdraw them and push them back in, though it caused him some effort.
He was easily able to see the two long cocks entering and exiting between the nakedly jiggling flesh of Sylvie's soft full thighs and her cushiony buttocks. He grunted with pleasure at each thrust, and thought of his many years of service with the Cassidy family.
He had often dreamed of doing something like this to Mrs. Thelma Cassidy, Sylvie's mother-in-law, years ago when he had been a young man and Mrs. Cassidy a comely young woman who often allowed him glimpses of her in her flowing silk nightgown. Oh yes, he had known then of her many lovers, although Jenson Cassidy never suspected a thing. And more than once Frank had watched as Thelma Cassidy, thinking she was alone, spread her long shapely legs for some gallant young visitor, clasping his thrusting form to the moist tender split of her naked pussy.
Oh, there were many things he had seen, and he had entered them all in the book. But only one person had been gracious enough to invite him to participate in the Cassidy shenanigans, and that was Sylvie Cassidy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cassidy!" he said out loud now, looking up at the moaning young woman's defenselessly spread thighs and buttocks.
Sylvie jerked forward. It felt as if her loins were being rent in two.
The big thick shaft of the dildo still churned in her aching vagina, and its unwanted elongated twin ground ceaselessly upward into her lewdly impaled rectum. Somewhere inside the two blunt-edged rods of simulated male flesh were rubbing against each other, separated at the tip only by the thin partition of tight elastic flesh dividing her filled and tingling cunt and her burning anal entrance. She groaned in anguish, pulling hard against her shackles. She had never in her life felt anything remotely resembling this incredible dual ravishment. She was impaled brutally from both sides, and there was no escape from the excruciating torture.
Both the delicate feminine openings up between her thighs and buttocks were being unmercifully assaulted. She could feel her clitoris being pulled downward along with the other moist tissues of her slippery pussy with each upward thrust of the thick rubber dildoe into her cringing vagina. Giant waves of pain vibrated through every fiber of her cruelly skewered body as the synthetic penis ground deeper and deeper up into her unwilling flesh.
"Yes… do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" Frank called up to her. The harder the struggling blonde wife's rectum tried to expel the gilded rubber cock, the harder he surged it up into her straining nether opening. The feeling in his own lust-swollen penis was incredible, and he gasped with sadistic pleasure, grinning widely to himself as he heard his former employer's wife groan with pain. It was what she deserved, he thought darkly. What they all deserved! To be defiled, fucked senseless by two good hard cocks!
The angelic pink and white exterior of Sylvie Cassidy was nothing but a front. Inside she was just like the rest of them… a rotten little tramp!
With long smooth strokes, he lunged the full length of his depraved invention in a punishing rhythm of debauchery far up into Sylvie's nakedly trapped back passage and into her streaming vagina, while above him Sylvie was forced to listen to the continuing sounds of pleasure emanating from the tape of her lewd submission to her ruthless young brother-in-law's hard male cock!
Her pain had now become a blinding force inside her, and her helpless body felt like an indecent object meant solely for the kind of hideous humiliation she was enduring right now. Never had she thought that she must pay not only for her own sins, but for the sins of an the Cassidys!
She only prayed that she would have the strength to endure it to the end… to emerge a semblance of her former self… that smiling cover-girl who was so admired by the inhabitants of the country and the world! It would have to end soon… it just had to! She sensed that she was prolonging her own torture by fighting it… that Frank was waiting for some sign of her submission before he would stop!
With a superhuman effort, Sylvie ground her buttocks sensuously backward, right into the pain. The hurt crashed around inside her for long moments… but then she pushed back again and again. At the same time she jiggled her hips forward and sideways in lewd circles as the hard ramming phallus thudded up into her widespread vaginal passage.
She would show him that she could take it… she would show him that she would turn his torment into pleasure… she would show him that she had as much stamina as the other Cassidys… that no one would get the better of her!
Arlene and Ron ran breathlessly up the steps. They entered the building and found the door to Frank's apartment. Ron fished in his pocket and found the correct skeleton key for that type of lock on the door, and quietly opened it. He pushed silently, until he could tell that there was no one in the living room of the apartment. But he spied the open bedroom door and, followed by Arlene, he headed toward it. Once inside the empty bedroom they could hear the noises coming from the small door on the other side. They rushed to it, and Ron cracked it so that they could look in. The sight that met their eyes was unlike anything they had expected to see, and it froze them to the spot for several long moments.
Inside Sylvie was furiously squirming her buttocks and her thickly penetrated hair-lined pussy toward the lewd invasion of a twin dildo, in an indecent invitation for the ravishment to continue… for the pace to be quickened. And Frank, his silver hair flying about in sweatglistening strands, was thrusting upward with all his might, muttering and cajoling and grunting. He was bucking and churning the two hard rubber cocks upward into the nakedly clasping entrances of the young blonde's secret femininity… the giant phalluses, slipping and sliding, impaling the senator's wife with new determination.
At last, Sylvie felt a compelling force inside her responding to her urgent need. Deep inside her gyrating pussy a spark grew and doubled itself, reproducing amoeba-like and becoming a wild hot streak of lust within her.
She spread her long legs as wide as possible and let her head hang back, mouth open, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Frank plowed upward into her with the two hard instruments, and suddenly his own cock began to spurt hot jets of cum within the confines of his trousers.
"OOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!" Furiously he thrust as though his own penis were surging upward into the golden-blonde cunt above him. As though his own hard cock were climaxing within the tight confines of Sylvie's narrow rectum.
"AAAAAAARRRRRHRHGHHHHHH! CUMMMMMMIINNNNNGGG! MRS. CASSIDY, I'MMMMMMM
CUMMMMMIIINNNNNNNNG!" he cried out, as above him, hearing the strangled signs of the former valet's culmination, she herself bucked and churned against the hardness of the two cocks buried deep inside her, her lips spilling forth obscenities that she could not stop.
"OOOOOOOAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHRHH!" she cried. "YEEEESSS! I'M GUMMING
TOO! YOU BASTARD! DO IT TO ME! STICK IT IN ME HARDER! I'LL SHOW YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU!!!"
Sylvie's flesh was sweat slickened and shining in the final convulsive state of her ruthless fucking. She could feel her yearning pussy kneading and responding to the fake cock rising inside it… loving it as though it were real… wanting the hardness of the tightly rammed dildo in her rectum, massaging it with powerful anal contractions.
Happily she jogged forward and sideways, dancing against the two lewd objects, her hands still hanging in the air. Her golden brown breasts bobbed and jiggled, and she was cumming. Cumming in the front and cumming in the back! The two tinglingly heated areas were inundated with waves of pleasure so harsh that Sylvie roared like a lioness, feeling the smooth friction of the golden rubber cocks fitting her and fulfilling her unbidden desire.
"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" she screamed as the orgasms had their way with her tormented young body, washing away all the pain and spreading soothing pleasure to every tiny crevice, making it all worthwhile and reassuring her that she was still a whole human being. To her surprise, she suddenly felt two streams of wetness filling her climaxing channels. Frank was squeezing the "testicles" of his creation, and two jets of creamy milk spread high up into her already drenched vagina and her burning anal canal. The unexpected splash of wetness caused Sylvie to feel another climax starting, and she gasped for breath as it struck, her entire naked body trembling with lust and flashing hot waves of pink.
"AAAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhghhhhhhh!!!"