The panty-gag in her mouth was a soggy slimy mess, warm and disgusting. Her wrists and ankles felt like they were encircled by tight bands of burning lead. Her flesh was hot and raw and sore. Lynn whimpered to herself, working her jaws against the binding black stocking around her face and between her lips, tasting the saltiness of her own blood where the corner of her mouth, rubbed raw by the nylon, had begun to bleed.
She was gasping for breath constantly now. The nipple clips had done their tearing worst – biting deep – and now her nipples merely throbbed in a deep slow-burning rhythm.
Lynn rolled over onto her side in an attempt to ease the tightness in her chest, but only succeeded in torturing herself further.
And after a while, she let her mind drift again back to the times she had hidden herself in that tiny cramped closet and watched her father do those horrible painful things to her all-too-willing mother.
And the time they had caught her!
Lynn had been very. Twice before, she had hidden herself in the small closet in the basement when she heard her parents on the stairs. She knew she wasn't supposed to be down here – she was supposed to be sound asleep upstairs, tucked snugly in her own bed.
But the fascination of these strange instruments – all this weird equipment – held tightly to the teen's imagination and drew her down here again and again, until that time she'd hidden and watched in heart-pounding terror as her father strapped her willing mother's body into one of the pieces of equipment, bending her double, and…
But now they were coming down again, and she ducked quickly into the confines of the tiny room, pulling the door almost closed but leaving it cracked so that she could watch.
"Don't hurt me too bad, now, Phil… OK?" June said, her voice light and laughing.
"Who… me? Hurt you? Farthest thing from my mind, bitch!"
"Sure it is!"
Lynn watched in wide-eyed fascination as her dad led her mom over to a low table and told her to lie down on it, on her back.
June obeyed, slowly slipping into her submissive role, whining a little as she felt her husband draw her limbs wide and lock them to the corners of the table.
She knew she was in for a rough time of it.
But she loved it!
"Are you going to whip me, Phil?" she asked, lifting her head to watch him pull the final strap around her ankle – very, very tight.
"Ouch! Oh! Please… loosen it a bit, honey."
"Piss off, bitch!" Phil growled, then moved up and slapped his open palm hard against the soft flesh of June's thigh.
"Ohhhh!"
June was dressed rather casually in a pair of tight red shorts and a red halter top that knotted just under the full jut of her tits. She was barefoot.
Phil checked the tension in his wife's lovely limbs, pulled taut and already glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the strain of her bound position.
He gave her a smile, bent over her and gave her a light kin.
June smiled back, but hen heart was thudding hard. She knew her husband like a book. He could be very gentle and even loving as he plied the little whip – during the first part of their session. But as things progressed, Phil became more and more lost in his fantasy, lashing out at her with a terrible viciousness, heedless of how badly he hurt her, even cutting her flesh.
June gulped as she saw him take down the riding crop. Usually he would start with something a bit less harsh and damaging, but tonight he was in a pretty horny mood. That meant only one thing to June – agony!
She clenched her fists in her bondage as she watched her husband approach, his eyes already glittering with lust and the strange pleasure he felt in whipping the shit out of his bound wife.
Without pausing, Phil lifted the flexible rod and brought it down as hard as he could – slashing it directly across June's well-filled halter top, smashing her large nipples back into the firm mounds of her tits. June was lifted off the table, her head thrown back, her throat working wildly to let out the scream of unbearable burning pain in her tits, but she was only gurgling with the intensity of the stroke. Phil slashed her again, not giving her time to recover from the first blow – lashed her across her thighs, just below the material of her shorts – and June's scream came out as a small hard gasp.
Lynn tried to shut her eyes, close out the sight of her mom's terrible struggles against the thick straps that held her to the table. But she couldn't keep her eyes away, just as June couldn't deny herself the pleasure of her own deep pain.
Lynn didn't realize how very much like her mother she was going to become.
She could only sit in the dark closet, her full attention glued to the scene of violence and lust before her. Thank God that her sister, Susan, was asleep upstairs!
June was pulling wildly at her wrist-straps, jerking her hips all around.
Phil watched her struggles for a moment, his enormous cock begging to be released. The riding crop was lifted high again, pawed, then came slicing down, whistling through the air to bury deep into June's heaving tits, tearing the thin material of her halter top and exposing her left nipple.
"AAAAGGRRRFFF!" June screamed, her body lifted high and shuddering under the agonized burning of the stunning blow.
"Bitch!" Phil spat at her. He reached down and unzipped the side of June's shorts, yanking the flaps open, pulling the front of the shorts away from the soft skin of her belly, exposing the waistband of her panties. He shoved his whole hand under the panties and grabbed a fistful of June's pussy-muff and pulled – hard!
He slowly dragged his hand back out from under the waistband, his clinched fingers clutching several strands of blonde hair. June's thighs and belly were thrust high off the table, trembling and twitching with the sharp pain of having her pussy mauled, her cunthairs pulled out by the roots.
Phil was deep into his sadistic game now, and June had lost all thought of acting submissive. She had no choice, now – she was submissive!
A deep part of her mind delighted in her struggles, her pain, her bondage – her humiliation – even as her conscious mind and her burning body fought desperately against each blow, each stroke of the crop, each perfect atom of pain.
Phil brushed the fistful of cunthair away, wiping it over the front of his open shirt, and Lynn strange warm wetness between her thighs as she watched the huge man working so efficiently, so masterfully over the mother – her mother!
Lynn felt her heart fluttering. What if that were she out there on that table, feeling those terrible lashes?
After all, her mother had let herself be bound like that, had come down hero under her own power. So she must like it in some way – maybe she was only letting her husband do those things to her because she loved him.
Lynn pursed her lips tightly and gave a sharp nod, making a decision. Yes! If her husband wanted to beat her like this, then by God, Lynn would let him do it – let him do anything he wanted to. After all, he was the man in the house.
She peered between the door and the wall of the closet.
Phil reached down and ripped open the knot at the front of June's halter, pulling it roughly from under her back and throwing it aside. June's large perfect tits heaved with each quick shallow breath as she gasped between the blows, trying to catch her breath so she could accept the next stroke, or the next slap, or…
Phil took his wife's large nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed hard, twisting the nipple-flesh and pulling it far away from the mound of tit – lifting June's back off the table as he pulled higher and higher, making her whimper as he crushed and turned and rolled the firm nubbin between his fingers.
"Ohhhhh… Phil! Please, don't hurt me so bad! It hurts too much! I can't stand it! Pleease stop!"
Phil gave the nipple another twist, bringing a groan of pain to June's lips before releasing her. She slammed back down onto the wooden table with a loud gasp.
The man now turned, his attention to her shorts – preventing him from fucking his wife. He grabbed the open flaps at the woman's hips and simply yanked with all his strength. There was a loud ripping sound as the material gave suddenly, ripping open down the side of June's thigh.
Phil opened the material away from June's leg, yanking it down over her other thigh to her ankle where he left it – too eager and filled with lust to play games with it – and took hold of the front of June's thin panties. He pulled them away from her pussy with both hands, lifting her hips off the table again as he twisted the material, growling low in his throat and thrilling to the animalistic sensation of ripping the panties off his willing wife.
Suddenly, the material tore, and June slammed back down again, completely naked now, her tits lined with two bright red welts, one raw-looking red line crossing her thighs.
Phil pulled the leg supports out from the table, spreading his wife wide open and at the same time stretching her limbs even further, pulling her strong body completely taut.
And then he pulled out his huge cock.
Lynn gasped, slapping both palms over her lips at the loud sound of her own shock.
She had never seen her father's cock before – never seen any man's cock.
It was immense!
It thrilled the woman to the core of her being. Her cunt began dripping, itching. She wet her lips and opened the door a little further, so she could see what he did with that incredible monster.
Phil crawled upon the table between his wife's moving over her body, kissing and nibbling her skin as he went, making her jerk and twitch under his licking and biting – driving her crazy, making her moan and purr, or gasp and cry out – whichever he chose.
And without pausing, Phil crawled right up over the bound woman's body and pressed his mouth onto hers, forcing her lips open and searching for her tongue, sucking it into his own mouth and biting and sucking it hard – until June thought he was going to suck it right out of her mouth by the roots.
His cock battered twice at her wet cuntlips, and with the third poke slipped between them, filling her entrance. With one deep thrust, Phil rammed his cock up June's still-tight cunt, making her gulp hard with the cunt-filling pressure – the lust – driven pleasure!
Lynn, from her vantage point in the closet, could see it all – the kissing, the grinding of her dad's cock into her mom's cunt, the rise and fall of her father's tight ass – hard and wonderful to the girl! – as he bashed his cock in and out of June's sopping fuck-channel.
Lynn felt her heart knocking loudly, and it was very hard to take a deep breath – she was excited!
What was her mom feeling?
Lynn, her eyes wide to catch every detail of what was happening, stood up inside the closet and pushed the door open a little more, poking her head almost completely outside the door as she tried to see better. She frowned as she felt a mysterious warm liquid trickle down her thigh to her knee, to be absorbed by the top of her nylons.
But she hadn't peed!
What was it? She pulled up the front of her skirt and bent over to look, but it was too dark. She could smell something very strong and powerful and wonderful, though – and it sure wasn't pee!
Her mom began grunting and humping her cunt upward against each downward thrust of Phil's fat cylinder stuffing her full. Lynn forgot about her own trickling fluids and started chewing on her lower lip as she watched her dad fuck her mom.
June twisted her head from side to side on the bed, violently trying to escape the burning pain of her raw wrists, the agony in her tongue as her husband sucked harder and harder.
But Phil suddenly slammed his huge cock deep inside the woman's cunt – growled loudly as he let go of June's throbbing tongue and threw his head back. He began jerking his load into her steaming twat, rifling her quickly to overflowing, mashing his cockhair against her sopping cum-soaked pussy.
June cried out as her own come washed over her sweating body. She lifted herself off the bed and twitched her wet cunt up and down on her husband's immense prick, clenching it tightly with deep strong spasms of her cunt-muscles, sucking every last drop of juice from Phil's pumping cock.
With a loud grunt, Phil yanked his rod out of June's still gushing cunthole, leaving her moaning and humping the air, crying out her desperate frustration. He grabbed up the riding whip again and brought it down hard, slicing it right between his wife's wide-spread thighs, smashing it directly into her sopping wet pussylips.
June arched high and tightened her whole body as the heart-stopping pain raced through her, making her shudder with the burning pleasure in her fat clit.
Phil raised the whip again and sliced it into her jiggling, sweat-smeared tits, gashing one swollen nipple and splattering a few drops of blood over her white skin.
June gasped!
Phil was way out, now – going too far out!
"Phil! No mooore! I can't take any more! I hurt too much! Pleeease stop!"
Her cries of pain spurred the man on, making him lash those full tits even harder, slicing again and again into her puffy, hard, bleeding nipple.
And June couldn't breathe! She gasped and gulped, trying madly to catch her breath, her chest heaving high and hard with each slash of the whip – the unending whistling snap and burning pain of that terrible whip!
June's head whipped from side to side as she screamed and gulped air, fighting her bonds with all her fading strength, until she was limp with exhaustion, drenched with sweat, and covered with a criss-cross of thin, bright red welts, some of them swollen fat and bloody, some of them trickling narrow rivers of blood.
She fainted.
Suddenly, she was simply a limp trembling mass of beaten woman, lying on the table, spread wide.
Phil, breathing raggedly, growled at the still woman, threw the riding crop at her face, and turned away.
And spotted Lynn!
Lynn froze!
She was standing halfway out of the closet, staring with her eyes wide, her mouth wide open – and her heart hammering wildly in her chest.
"Lynn!" Phil shouted, looking toward the stairs, a frightened expression on his face.
But his expression quickly changed – his eyes grew dark with fury and he stepped toward the girl.
Lynn moved back into the closet.
"Get your fucking ass out here, Lynn!" Slowly, the girl came out of the tiny closet and approached her dad.
"What the hell do you think you're doing down here?"
Lynn cringed under her father's angry stare, lowering her eyes away from the terrifying expression on his face.
Phil was working himself into a real frenzy, gritting his teeth and growling deep hi his throat. He was shocked that Lynn had seen the things he did to her mom, but more than that, he was excited that she'd seen it – and hadn't run away, screaming.
That could only mean one thing – she had been excited by what she'd seen!
Ever since the girl had turned eighteen, Phil had had his raving eyes all over her body, wandering what it would feel like to suck her tits, so round and succulent, tipped with those rosy nubs – what it would feel like to caress that tight ass, squeeze each firm cheek in his palm, mash them and pull them apart and bury his face between them as his tongue found and probed her virgin asshole – what it would feel like to finally rape his cock into her virgin cunt, tight and moist but not the sopping cavern he was used to with June – what it would feel like to fill his own daughter with a full load of his cum.
And here was his golden opportunity!
In a fog of lust, Phil slowly reached out and took a handful of Lynn's blouse – she hadn't even changed after coming home – and pulled the teen closer to his huge body. The top three buttons popped off instantly, revealing the teen's tight white training bra, the delightfully full cups heaving hard with each breath the girl took.
"You… little… bitch!" Phil shouted into her face.
"Please, Dad!" Lynn cried, not having the slightest idea of what to say to her father to protect herself.
Phil clutched the front of her blouse tighter, puffing the material tightly around her throat and cutting off her air.
"Don't… Dad… me!"
He slapped his face palm hard across Lynn's face, slamming her head aside.
"Owwwwww!" the girl cried, and immediately felt her head jerk to the other side as Phil backhanded her.
Weeping, Lynn suddenly felt herself being stripped.
It happened suddenly and violently, her father ripping her blouse open and yanking it back off her shoulders, jerking it down her arms and off her wrists, the cuff-buttons popping.
Lynn had no choice but to let it happen to her. But she felt the trickling down her legs again, only more of the fluid this time, and the itching was becoming very strong.
And as her father continued stripping her, Lynn found herself enjoying it! She sniffled as her body was bared, but her heart betrayed her excitement at being naked in front of her dad.
Phil grabbed the front of the girl's bra – right between the cups – and forced his fingers under the material, curled and locked them, then pressed his other hand against Lynn's bared chest and throat, his thumb poking her throat and hurting. And then he simply pulled the bra off her body, snapping the straps by pure animal strength.
Her tits popped into view, sweetly rounded, firm and full – like twin melons.
"Dad!" Lynn wailed, lifting her hands to cover her tits.
"Shut your trap, you fucking bitch!" Phil yelled at her, backhanding her face again, sending her into a shuddering sobbing fit.
Phil knelt quickly in front of the girl and tore at the cloth belt around her slender waist. He popped open the button at the side of her skirt and ripped the zipper down, yanking the loosened material down her long slim legs. He reached back up and grabbed the sides of her thin cotton panties at her hips, then yanked them down.
Lynn was left standing there, her palms cupping her tits, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto her wrists – stripped of every stitch of her clothing except for her white knee socks and her black patent leather shoes.
Her father liked the way she looked, dressed in nothing but her shoes and socks.
He grabbed her upper arm and forced her to walk quickly over to a tall pole nailed to the wall. In front of the pole was a low platform, and Phil made her step up onto it, standing with her feet together.
"Put your arms up over your head!"
Hesitantly, not wanting to uncover her boobs, Lynn finally got her arms raised over her head. She watched, blinking back her tears and sniffling, as her dad clamped her thin wrists into a pair of waiting iron cuffs, locking the cuffs tightly around her soft skin.
Lynn was hanging almost free of the platform, her legs straining on tiptoes, her naked body stretched taut for her father's eyes.
Phil pushed a hidden button and a grinding machine went on, and slowly – very slowly – Lynn felt her body being stretched even more, felt her toes leave the wooden platform. She swung free, dangling by her captured wrists.
"Ohhhhh… Dad! It hurts! Ohhhh!"
She groaned and whimpered as her shoulders cracked with the twisting agony and strain of her full weight.
Her long legs flailed the air for a moment, but Phil quickly put an end to the teen's useless struggles. He wrapped several turns of heavy chain around her ankles, pulling it tight and forcing it deep into her skin, right through her socks. Then be wrapped a couple of more turns around her legs, just above her dimpled bare knees.
Finally, he hooked the free end down to a hook on the platform, anchoring her in place between the floor and the ceiling.
He stepped back to view his handiwork. How beautiful the woman was! Her fresh body was straight and taut, her tits squashed flat against her ribcage, her pretty puffy cunt-mound partially hidden between her tightly locked thighs.
"Ohhhh, Dad! Let me down! It hurts! It HURTS! Please, let me down!"
Phil grabbed her nipple and squeezed, and Lynn threw her head back, her long hair swinging down her back as she shook her head wildly with the unbearable pain in her nipple.