It took several hours for.all of the gang members to satisfy themselves. Rita lost track of the cocks and the climaxes that consumed all of the early afternoon. She felt dizzy and weak when they finally released her.
She staggered out of the clubhouse and winced bleary-eyed in the glaring sun. Doc Watson's demanding voice had been silent after Griz fucked her the first time. The long silence was a torment of curiosity.
Halfway through the fuck-frenzy, Griz had declared Rita's pussy too wet and worn out to be worth fucking. They turned her over, chained her face-down on the table and reamed her ass for the next round.
Honey had happily licked and sucked a flood of spent cum from both ends when the men were through. Then she gave Rita back her mink coat and escorted her to her car. Rough men leered all along the way, but none dared to touch anyone with a member of the notorious motorcycle gang. They ruled the streets for blocks around.
Rita sank into the driver's seat with a thankful sigh and bundled warm mink around a naked body still trembling with the aftershocks of one climax right after another. Still the necklace remained slack around her neck, the earpiece silent.
She began to hope that Doc Watson had satisfied his crazed hunger for revenge. Rita turned on the key and gunned her car's engine to life. She winced at its roar, expecting Doc's voice to give her directions. He said nothing.
She sighed and started off, turning the car toward her hilltop home. Still nothing. Her breathing returned to normal. Doc knew that because he was listening intently, remaining silent because he'd made a study of torture methods while in prison. He had learned that letting a victim get her hope up before snatching them away again could be exquisitely painful.
She drove four miles down Front Street, out of the decaying slum and into the Marina Park Plaza-a development of exclusive and expensive waterfront condominiums, office towers and fine specialty shops. It was the city's most impressive and sought-after address.
"Turn left at the next corner," Doc whimpered softly.
"Rita jumped and squirmed in her seat as though a dull nail had punctuated her eardrum, "You!" she hissed in frustration.
"Turn left," he repeated. "Into the parking garage for Number One, Park Marina Drive.” "That's where Benton lives! I can't bear to face him after he heard me begging for cock.” "He doesn't want to see you either, that's why I'm taking you there. Pull into his guest parking slot and get out of the car.” "You've already ruined my plans for a marvelous marriage, isn't that enough?” "I'm going to show you that it wouldn't have been such a marvelous marriage after all. Get out of the car and into his private penthouse elevator. We're going to give Mr. Benton Stanhope the surprise of his life!”
Rita's female curiosity had been piqued, but she said, "Sorry, Doc… there's no way we can surprise him. The elevator to the penthouse is electronically controlled. Unless you have a magnetic key that looks like a credit card, you have to call upstairs and ask to have the elevator sent down.” "I know that's how it's supposed to work. I designed the circuits more than twenty years ago. Just bend down and put your earpiece near the key slot, I'll transmit the proper signal.”
She bent down, pressed her plugged ear to the slot and heard a warbling noise of beeps and hums. A second later, the door to the elevator slid open. Rita stepped inside, more curious now than ever. The lavishly appointed elevator hummed skyward. It would have to rise twenty-eight floors.
"I had Benton's penthouse bugged when I first read about your relationship in the society gossip columns," Doc said.
Rita moaned as the elevator rose higher, thinking of all she'd said and done in Benton's penthouse suite, knowing now that Doc Watson had listened to it all.
"Would you like to hear what's going on there now?" asked the voice in her ear.
"No, not really. I think it's terrible to eavesdrop on private conversations!” "Worse than sending a man to prison on false charges?" Doc laughed. "You have a quite befuddled moral code." He made the necessary connections and patched sounds from the penthouse into Rita's ear.
She heard Benton say, "What a delicious cunt you have! So sweet and juicy! So clinging tight on my tongue. Hhhmmmm!”
Rita fumed. "That bastard! Our engagement has only been broken a few hours, and he's sucking out some other cunt already?” "You make my prick harder than Rita ever could," Benton said fondly. "And you like having your pussy eaten by a man, don't you?” "Yyyeeessss!" shrilled a female voice so tense it came as hissing static in Rita's ear.
"He never ate my cunt," Rita complained.
"Hers is younger, tighter and tastes much better," Doc said. "He was eating and fucking her for a month before your engagement was announced.
"That lecherous bastard!”
Stanhope's voice said in her ear, "What the hell? I hear the elevator, and you're the only one I've ever wanted enough to give the key to.”
Rita's smoldering rage increased. That was true. Even when they became engaged, Benton hadn't allowed her to have a plastic card key. Now she knew why-so she could never surprise him with his younger love.
The private elevator hissed to a stop in the penthouse suite. The ornate door slid open and Rita stormed out in a fury of jealous rage. Ben-ton Stanhope was just coming out of the bedroom, belting his silk robe and trying to conceal an outrageously stiff cock.
"Rita!" he gasped in surprise. "What are you doing here?” "I just dropped by to return your engagement ring," she said coldly, still fuming and straining to work the sparkling diamond off the third finger of her left hand.
He said, "No, wait! I was too hasty. I still want us to get married next month as planned.” "Ooooh?" After what she'd heard in the elevator, that seemed strange.
Benton read the doubting look in her eyes and said, "Well, let's face it… we've been talking mostly about a marriage of convenience. You want the power and prestige of an old and well-respected family name, and I want to merge your electronics plant into Stanhope Industries.” "Who's going to perform the ceremony, a minister or our corporate lawyers?” "Rita, that's the way life works at this level. I know your husband ran things until he died, but you've been in charge long enough now to know-” "To know that you want to marry me and go on sucking and fucking some younger cunt that makes your cock harder than I ever could?”
Benton's face paled. "How-how can you possibly know about that?”
Rita smiled and tapped the molded earpiece hidden under waves of tawny red-golden hair. "Let's just say that a little bird told me.” "The same little bird that let me hear you begging to fuck a whole motorcycle gang?”
Doc was laughing softly in Rita's ear, delighted by the crisis he'd created. There was no need to direct her now. Female jealousy would fashion a scene more interesting than any he could have contrived.
"They did things to me that your puny dick never could!” "My puny dick? Does this look puny to you?" Benton pulled open the front of his robe. An eight-inch blue-veined boner leaped out and twanged up and down.
"Respectable, but not inspiring," she said with complete indifference. Any other time, Rita would have climbed all over a cock that big and hard. But, thoroughly sated by Griz and the horny members of his motorcycle gang, she could now remain aloof. "I'd rather see the sexy young cunt that got your prick that hard.”
Rita pushed by him to enter the bedroom.
"No, Rita!" He grabbed her arm and yanked her back just as her hand touched the knob of the closed door. Benton whirled her back to face him. "Don't go in there!”
That sudden show of strength excited her more than all the polished manners of their formal courtship. Rita gasped, smiled slyly. "Why not? We're only talking about a marriage of convenience. Why shouldn't I meet your young friend? I'd like to suck a cunt clever enough to make your cock that hard.” "Some other time," he answered vaguely. "Right now it's you I want!”
Benton Stanhope was tall, silver-haired and distinguished. He was also deceptively strong. Rita learned that when he locked his arms around her. It was the first time he'd shown real passion. The veneer of poise and respectability was gone. He pushed her roughly toward a couch set against a picture window overlooking the bay.
Gleaming white yachts, one of them his, swayed at anchor in the marina below. But Ben-ton was pawing open the front of her black mink coat exactly as the gang leader Griz had done. "Did you really fuck a whole gang?” "It was more, they fucked me.” "And whipped you too, I see." Benton had peeled her cunt back, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to bind around her elbows, still half in the furry sleeves. He was fondling her welted tits.
"I knew you were not much better than a whore," he said. "I had your background investigated fully before we announced our engagement.”
Rita sobbed. He was squeezing her tits painfully hard, pushing her down on his fancy couch. The mink coat slumped back and bound her arms at her sides.
"The sight of your pained body is a powerful aphrodisiac," he said, leering and licking his lips. "Whipping has made your tits hotter than ever before. I can't wait to fuck your ravaged cunt.”
Then the bedroom door opened and the shrill voice of a young female said. "Bennie, don't you dare! That big boner belongs to me!”
Rita's hand whirled around like a whiplash.
"Vicki!" she gasped in shock. "What are you doing here?”
Her daughter stood framed by the doorway of Benton Stanhope's luxurious bedroom.
She wore a filmy black robe trimmed with feathery ostrich plumes. It was open in front to reveal the sleek ripening curves of a gorgeous young figure. Firm, sharp-peaked tits with a proud upward thrust and impudent dark nipples, were tingling. Long, fiery red hair streamed over one shoulder, cascading down over her tit and reached along to her slender waist. A narrow V of the same sultry red color fleeced her pussy mound. The crimson curls were damp with fuck honey from her pink-tipped cunt slit and fluids from Benton Stanhope's anxious mouth.
He snarled, "Vicki, I told you to stay in the bedroom!” "Not while you're out here fucking my mother!" she shot back with the kind of fury only a fiery redhead can work up.
Rita was stunned out of her senses by the sight of her daughter seductively robed and preening like a cat in heat.
Vicki toyed with a long strand of her blazing hair, sweeping the silky soft wave across her jutting nipples. "Come on, Bennie. I know you'd rather fuck me.”
Rita groaned. "But we're engaged!” "Only because of me. It wouldn't look right for an important man like Bennie to be seen with a young teen, so he was going to marry you to get closer to me.” "Bennie?" Rita said almost laughing. "Is that true?” "Yes, damn it! It takes a pretty young pussy to really get my prick up.” "You shit-headed lecher! You filthy beast! You're worse scum than anyone in that motorcycle gang! I'll ruin you, Benton! I'll have you brought on up on criminal charges!”
His face blushed red and gnarled with rage. "You will not!”
He slapped her hard. Rita screamed, and tears flooded down her stinging cheek.
Doc was chanting in her ear. "Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina, and you know which of your girls still has her cherry! Vicki has the man that you wanted to marry, and Regina has her cherry!”
Stanhope said, "My investigators found proof that you helped frame your husband's former business partner and send him to prison. Watson, his name was. They released him just last week. If I give him that evidence, he'll sue you for every cent you've got. You'll be back serving drinks and prancing your pretty ass in some grimy waterfront dive.”
Doc was still chanting verbal torments that only she could hear. "Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina and she has the cherry I'm going to bust!” "Shut up!" she screamed with more tears flooding.
Benton held her by the arms and shook her violently. "Don't tell me to shut up, you bitch! Come in the bedroom, I want you to watch!” "Wa-watch wh-what?" she wailed.
"Watch how long your beautiful daughter can keep my puny dick up.”
Vicki smirked and said, "That should be fun. I've always wanted to perform for an audience." She turned back into the bedroom and slipped off her long black robe.
"Vicki, how could you?” "Because I got tired of being pampered and protected like a delicate little flower. I've known for years what you were before and I know you helped daddy frame that poor man. I found dad's diary in the attic after he died.”
“Ooooh, God!" she moaned. Stanhope was pushing her into the bedroom and her knees were too weak to resist. He threw her down in a chair beside the rumpled bed. Her breath gushed when she slammed into the seat.
Stanhope pulled silky cords used to tie back the drapes. Breathing hard with excitement, he bound Rita's chafed wrists to the arms of the chair. With two more silky cords yanked off the wall, he tied her ankles securely to the carved legs of the chair.
Rita's breath came in steaming sharp gasps. Her ripe body cringed and her mind reeled in shock. Vicki smirked at her without sympathy or concern. The woman's tawny hair was disheveled, the luxurious mink half off her back and rumpled behind her.
Vicki stretched out naked on the bed. Still smirking, she told her mother, "That's how I felt all the years you were so strict, playing the role of a fine lady. Only letting me go to chaperoned parties and dances with creepy nerd boys you picked for me because they were too shy to even feel tit.”
Benton glared hotly at the young teen when he'd cinched the last knot tight. She was smiling impishly and fondling her own proud tits, languidly teasing her nipples hard.
"Now it's your turn," he said in a strangely cold tone.
"My turn for what, Bennie?” "For lessons in proper respect. You've become as stupid and smug as your dear mother, so you deserve the same treatment.”
Stanhope pressed a hidden button and what appeared to be a solid wall panel slid back with a soft hiss. It revealed a rack filled with dozens of bondage devices. Vicki stared at the array in stunned disbelief.
"Oh, Bennie," she said in a fearful tone.
"It's Benton, you bitch! Bennie sounds like a snot-nosed adolescent with pimples.” He took a pair of chains off the rack and walked to the bed with their steel jawed wrist cuffs swaying.
Vicki cringed and shivered-as though chilled to the bone. "Bennie,” her strained voice squeaked. "I mean, Benton. You don't need to do that.”
He grabbed her right arm and snapped the locking metal band around her wrist. "You thought it most amusing when I bound your mother in the chair to watch. Why aren't you smiling now?”
He yanked her arm and secured the loose end of the chain to a snap hook attached to the bedpost.
"Be-because I'm afraid! I've never seen you like this!" He chained her other wrist, sprawling on her back with arms spread wide in restraint.
"Few have, my little tart. While we're sharing old family secret, you might as well know mine. The only thing better than a tender and innocent young cunt is a bitch in bondage!”
He went back to the rack and selected a stout metal rod about two feet long. At each end was a manacle sized to fit a Woman's ankle, Benton laughed, securing Vicki’s kicking feet to the end of the rod. Then he pressed a. small button at the middle of the pole and it began to telescope outward, spreading her legs painfully wide.
"Aaagh!" Vicki cried. “It’s splitting my crotch!” "No, my cock is going to do that. You see how long and hard it's gotten from the excitement of restraining you?” "Unnnnngh," she moaned. Rita almost laughed when she saw her daughter's stricken-ed look.
Doc chanted in her ear, "Vicki, Vicki… it rhymes with sticky, and that's what her situation has become.”
Stanhope returned to the rack and selected an odd metal device that looked something like steel jock strap. He locked the waist band around Vicki's writhing body and positioned a curved piece that dipped between her spread legs.
Instead of a pouch to hold a man’s balls, the iron jock was fitted in front of a ring that encircled her pussy slit. ”I liked your cunt a lot better when it was tight, timid and shy. Luckily, I have the means to make your cunt snug as a virgin again.”
He turned a wing nut that tightened the steel ring around her puffed pussy lips, squeezing them until they bulged and appeared to pout.
"Oooh, that hurts!” "So did my cock the first time it plunged into you. And it will again my sweet, I'm going to make you tighter than you were the first time.” "Aaagggh!” "Now to make your proud little titties bulge more like your mother’s beautiful. Big boobs!” He came to the bed carrying what looked like a cupless bra-two steel rings joined with a link of chain. A black leather strap circled her back and secured the device with the rings circling the base of her tits. Benton tightened a pair of wing nuts that clamped the shrinking metal bands around her tits. She cried, chilled by the touch of metal on her tender flesh and pained by the way it made her tits bulge. Tightly crimped at the base, they looked like sprouting mushrooms with taut nipples to crown their domed heads.
"Pleased don’t make it any tighter!" she cried.
Benton laughed and gave the tit-wringers another couple of turns. Vicki began to sob. He stood by the rack and fitted a broad, thick, rubbery band around the base of his throbbing cock. It was studded with pliable spikes that extended in all directions like a spider's legs.
"The band traps blood in my cock and will keep it hard for hours," he told the cringing girl. "And the rubbery prods will delight your pussy. It will feel as though some crawling thing has crept into your cunthole.” "Hungh!" Vicki groaned, her fears mounting.
"You should have known a man who would fuck the young daughter of a woman he planned to marry wouldn't be quite normal," Rita said smugly.
"All we need now is an ass teaser," Benton declared. He took a small dildo about the size of his middle finger off the rack. He greased it with cream from a tube. "This will slide right up your ass. The broad ring at the base will keep it from sinking too deep. But whenever there's pressure put on the exposed end, nubby little, prods pop out all along the shaft. They'll pain your asshole so that you keep your back arched.”
He pushed the slippery ass teaser in to the hilt and pressed the rounded button on the exposed end. The buried shaft sprouted protrusions that ravaged the wringing tight tunnel of Vicki’s ass.
Vicky had never had any thing pushed up her ass before. It made her ass writhe even when the prods were with drawn. She trembled and arched her back, so frightened she could hardly breathe.
"That's how I like to see you," Benton said. "Properly fearful and in awe of my cock.” "How can you do this to me? I've been your best lover!”
He laughed scornfully. "Not by a long shot. I've fucked dozens of young girls, and you didn't even make it into the top ten.”
“Hungh!” The assault on her ego hurt worse than the pussy and tit wringing clamps he’d made her wear.
"I'd much rather fuck your younger sister," he confided as he climbed up on the bed. "I love sweet golden-haired girls, but she's still too shy. I'm saving her for my wedding night. Every man should have a virgin in his bridal suite. Mine will have to be the daughter of my bride.” "I'll never marry you!" Rita snarled. "And you'll never touch my other little girl!”
Benton laughed coldly. "You're hardly in a position to stop me. And if there's to be no wedding, then I might as well fuck her tonight. When I've finished with the redhead. I'll call the house and invite Reggie to join us here for a delicious dinner. I just won't mention that it's a tender, golden-haired virgin pussy I plan to eat first.”
Doc's taunting voice again filled Rita's skull. "Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina. And old Benton Stanhope is going for the gold.” "Don't let him do this!" she cried with tears streaming.
Stanhope looked bemused. "Who's here to stop me?”
She whined and moaned. "Please!”
Doc laughed. "Don't worry. I won't let him have Regina.” "Oooh, thank you.” "Don't," Doc said sternly. "It only because I want her for myself.” "You bastard! Haven't you done enough?" she sobbed.
"No, my dear Rita. I've only begun," Doc said.
Stanhope smiled at Vicki, kneeling between her spread legs. "Your mother must be going crazy. She sits there babbling to herself like a fool. I think after we're married, I'll have her committed to an asylum. Then I’ll be alone with my two luscious stepdaughters.”
Mother and daughter both cringed, and Rita began to wonder which of her tormentors she feared most. Both seemed utterly mad and equally depraved. At least Doc Watson had a reason other than greed and lust.
Benton arched over the metal-pinched cunt of his young victim and massaged her protruding clit with the bulged head of his cock. The pressure had squeezed her sensitive clit from its protective sheath.
She cried. The sharp stimulation approached pain, like a soft caress turned into a tickling touch. The Sleek tube of her pussy clamped with contractions stronger than the steel ring that snugged its soft lips.
Vicki howled and writhed, grinding her ass into the mattress to escape the wild tingling sensation pressed down from above. That pressed her ass button and released the prods that tortured her shithole. She cried, arching and twisting to meet his cock.
Benton's deft thumbs twirled nipples strained hard with trapped blood. Intense, almost painful pleasure sank into her chest like a twisting screw thread that tensed every nerve.
"I can't stand it!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Oh, God, Benton! Drive your cock into my cunt.”
“Clamped tight as it is, that’s going to hurt,” he warned.
"Yes, I know. Like it did the first time, but that's a wonderful pain! I love to feel your big prick in me.” "Then you shall have it, my sweet. Fm going to give you more cock than you want.” "Grungh! Ooowww! Eeeyyy!" The spreading torment of his hot prick made her green eyes bulge almost out of their sockets.
"Your pussy wasn't this tight and hot when it was still cherry," he said with a wicked grin.
Vicki wept and cried. "I know! Your cock is killing me!" Her lithe body strained in a high arch. Vicki was fearful of letting her ass touch the bed again.
Benton pushed down and fucked half the length of his throbbing cock into her constricted cunt. She groaned through gritted teeth. Her strength was waning, she couldn't keep herself arched much longer.
He pushed in another inch of pussy-straining cock and grinned lewdly at the sight of tears streaming from her watery green eyes. Nothing pleased Benton more than the sight and sounds of a woman pained by the size of his cock.
Rita was wincing. She felt sympathetic pain in her own pussy. Her cunt clamped and writhed with imagined torment. Vicki had been heartless and cruel, playing the young bitch goddess, but she was still her daughter and that was a kind of love that endured all kinds of abuse.
"Get used to watching a daughter bound and being fucked. Regina is next. Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina," Doc chanted.
"Oh, stop it!" Rita screamed.
Benton turned and leered at her. "Are you jealous, my love? Does it pain you to see my cock pushing into a pussy I like better than yours?” "It pains me to see any part of you! You're nothing but a pervert masquerading as a man of distinction!” "And what would you call a woman who visits a notorious lewd motorcycle gang's headquarters wearing nothing but a diamond necklace and her mink coat?”
Rita fumed, knowing there was no way she could explain. Nothing she said would be believed. She had to sit cringing and watch Benton Stanhope hilt his cruel prick in her daughter's tightly pinched cunt.
The girl's tortured scream was the only thing louder than Doc Watson's delighted laughter.