Dorothy strode to the middle of the room. She was glad to see that her entrance had made an impression. Kathy squealed and dove onto Josh's lap while Martin leaned back in the chair and looked as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Er… hi, Dorothy," he said. He shifted and stared at her as she stood over him.
"I have never been so disgusted in my life," said Dorothy. She put her hands on her hips and out stared the man she had once thought of marrying. "You are the biggest pervert I have ever met, and that goes for the two friends of yours over there."
"The biggest pervert," said Martin. "Oh, my dear, stick around. We'll get much more perverted before the night is out."
"I have no intention of sticking around!" snapped Dorothy. "We are leaving at once. As soon as I get upstairs I am phoning a taxi, and the police will be told of this disgusting place as soon as I get home. Kathy, get upstairs and get your things!"
"Oh, my dear, shall we discuss this?" asked Martin, shifting slightly in his chair. "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement."
"Over the rape of my poor daughter?" Dorothy screamed, driving herself in to a frenzy. "How could you think of it? A deal, is that what you're saying? Is that what you're offering me?"
Martin chuckled and stretched his legs. "Why aren't you going upstairs, Kathy?"
"I'm not going," said Kathy defiantly.
Dorothy swung around to face her. Something had changed and Dorothy wasn't sure what it was. An air of menace had crept into the room. Kathy was standing behind the sofa with Zola sitting at the other end. Both of them were tense. Josh lounged by the door, staring at the dark television screen.
"What do you mean?" Dorothy snapped. "Get upstairs, girl!" She swung back, certain she would be obeyed. "You ruined her! How much do you think that's worth? Hey?"
Martin laughed again. "Well, I dunno. But how about a weekend checking out how I ruined her, and then, if you still think she's ruined, we can discuss a price?"
He was a lot taller than Dorothy and, for the first time, she sensed some real danger. She suddenly realized that she only had her nightgown on. It was a floor length, but it clung to her body above the hips, showing off the lovely curves of her tits and ass. Also it was cut low and the lacy top accentuated her cleavage.
"If you think I'm staying a moment longer," she snarled, "you have another think coming. I'm going and the police will be here as soon as I can get them out of their cars and doing something useful for a change. Not that they would care, of course, but there is the law to uphold."
Martin laughed uproariously. "I'm sure I have a few cop friends who would be delighted to hear that they're useless! But, anyway, to the matter in hand. How much is my ruining your daughter worth?"
Dorothy was scared as he came closer, grinning at her. "I-I don't know. I'll think about it. Call me a taxi."
She swung away, but Martin grabbed her by the arm.
"Now, now," he said. "Remember, I offered you the chance to find out how we ruined Kathy. Surely you're gonna take me up on that?"
"What?" Dorothy was horrified. She pulled, but Martin's grip was far too strong. "Let me go, you pervert! I wouldn't take an offer from you if you were the last man on Earth."
"Oh good," said Martin. "I'm so glad you're staying."
"What? Put me down." It had all gone wrong. Dorothy screamed in terror as Martin swung her over his shoulder with ease. She beat at his back in desperation but he ignored it. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
As Martin swung her around, Dorothy saw a rope in front of her face. It swung from the ceiling and Zola was on the other end of it, with Kathy. Her own daughter was helping them! Josh was there, holding a set of handcuffs and some other things. Dorothy had no idea what they were.
"Stop it, let me go!" Dorothy shrieked. Suddenly the most terrible fear surged up in her. She didn't know what they would do, but she knew she was in trouble.
She wasn't left in doubt for long. As she screamed and kicked, Josh snapped the cuffs around one of her wrists and then the other. Dorothy stared at her bound hands, beating them in Josh's strong grasp. She watched him take the rope and slip it through the chain of the cuffs. From there it was a simple task to knot it, do a couple of half-bitches to make sure, and step back.
"Okay, girls," said Josh, "haul away."
Dorothy didn't believe it. Kathy and Zola pulled on the rope and her arms were heaved upward. Martin set her down, but that didn't help, since the rope pulled her back to her feet and then tightened further, until her feet only just touched the floor and the cuffs dug tightly into her wrists. She turned slightly as the rope swung above her head. Zola lashed the rope around a peg in the wall and Dorothy was tied up, helpless, a victim for them all.
"I'll get you, Martin!" she screamed. "I'll make you pay for the rest of your life, you pervert, you slimy jerk."
"I thought so," said Martin nastily. "She's getting very boring, a hell of a lot more boring than her dinner conversation, and that's saying something. Shut her up, Josh."
"Okay," said Josh with a grin. He closed in on her and Dorothy screamed as she saw that he had four small black balls in his hand. He held her jaw and forced each one in turn into her mouth until Dorothy was gagging on them, shifting them around her mouth so she could still breathe. The final indignity was the scarf Josh wrapped around her face to stop her from spitting the balls out. She stared at them all with desperate, furious eyes as she tried to adjust her breathing to the balls filling her cheeks.
"That's better," said Martin, coming up to her again. "Now, where were we? I think Kathy had been a bad girl, no? So I think we can deal with that first. So relax and watch my dear. It'll be your turn soon."
"Ohhhh yesss," Kathy breathed.
Dorothy was utterly disgusted by the naked lust in her daughter's voice. When she got that little whore home, she was going to pay for this.
"I don't know about you, Josh," said Martin, "but all that took quite a lot out of my cock. Come here, Kathy, and show your wonderful mother how you get cocks hard again while I check out these tits of hers."
She watched in mounting horror as Kathy came over and sank to her knees before Martin.
She opened the front of his robe and took his cock out. Dorothy looked at it and almost fainted. It was even bigger than Josh's. Long, thick and hard, his cock made Kathy drool just to have it in her hands. To Dorothy it looked as if it was as hard as a prick could be, but Kathy still sank her hot little mouth over it and worked her fingers up and down the cockshaft.
That wasn't the biggest terror for Dorothy though. As Kathy sucked Martin's cock, gently sinking his prick right into her throat, he turned her so that she was kneeling almost between Dorothy's legs. As she swung on the rope, Dorothy kept bumping into her daughter, and she desperately wanted to scream at her.
Then Martin reached out and ran his hands over Dorothy's high, thrusting tits. No man had done that in over sixteen years, and Dorothy's whole body rebelled at the touch.
"Nice," said Martin as his cock vanished deeper into Kathy's willing mouth. "Gonna have some fun with these."
His fingers pulled slowly at the frilly top of the gown, easing it away from her tits.
Dorothy couldn't take it. Soon her tits would be exposed to them all. She looked at Josh as he watched her humiliation. He was playing with his wife's tits while she ran her hands over his body, working up his already powerful lust. It was beyond imagination. Dorothy screamed into the gag balls and heaved upward on the ropes.
Her whole body rose and she crashed down, her legs beating into Kathy's back, ramming her forward into Martin so hard that the two of them fell across the carpet. Dorothy hung on the ropes, her breath heaving, her fury rising steadily.
Martin hauled himself up. He grinned at Dorothy and came over to her. His enormous cock stuck out like a flagpole as he ran his hands back over Dorothy's helpless tits.
"Very good," he said. "Gonna put up a fight, are you? Well, I'll show you how we deal with that. Josh, can you wait a bit before punishing Kathy? This cunt needs it bad."
"Uh, so long as I get to fuck her," Josh said easily. "I said I wanted a piece of ass."
"Oh sure," said Martin, "she's up for grabs."
"Oh, sir," Kathy pleaded in mock dismay, "I need to be punished too, I was the bad girl first."
She sank her mouth back over Martin's cock with practiced skill.
"Oh, I'm sure you'd like to do some of the punishing," said Martin. "I mean she hasn't treated you very well, has she?"
Dorothy gurgled in absolute fury as Kathy looked up at her, hanging helplessly there.
"Oooooh, sir, can I?" she begged. "While you fuck her?"
"Sure," said Martin, and went over to the wall.
Dorothy heaved on the rope as she saw that he had taken down a thin whip. It looked so painful Dorothy choked, and fear gushed into her throat. It had a short handle and a long thin tapering line of plaited leather. The tip trembled in Martin's hand as he walked back.
"That's a lovely robe you're wearing, my darling," he said. "What a pity you want me to tear it off."
He reached up and undid the gag, taking the balls out as Dorothy spat them away in utter disgust.
"If you don't let me down at once," Dorothy screamed at Martin, "I'll see you go to jail."
"Now listen, cunt," said Martin. "I don't take shits like you kicking me. You gotta learn and you might as well do it now. Just let me know when you want me to tear that nightie off. Then I can show you what happens to nasty little cock teases like you."
It was a dream. It couldn't be happening to her! Dorothy watched as Martin stepped back and lifted the thin whip. The whip trembled in the air, and suddenly Martin lashed it forward. Dorothy heaved up on the ropes and her scream echoed off the wood-lined walls. Her whole body erupted in agony as the thin line of the whip lashed into her jutting his. Her nightgown was no protection at all. The whip cut into her flesh, leaving a spreading line of red pain.
"You perverts!" she screamed. "You're disgusting, aaaghhhhh? Oh no, no, stop it, step!"
Her body heaved upward, and the pain in her tits was so great that she didn't notice the pain from the cuffs cutting into her wrists.
"Just let me know when you want me to rip that nightie off," said Martin, lashing the whip across her swollen tit flesh again.
Dorothy gasped and yelled as the whip bounced her twin tit globes downwards and then slashed across them as they bounced back. The stretched fabric of the nightie held them in place for the whip, making an even better target. Tears flooded down Dorothy's cheeks. She simply couldn't believe that this was happening to her.
Josh leaned Kathy over the arm of the sofa and slid his cock into her soft little cunt. Kathy moaned and thrust back at him, gazing at her helpless mother with delight.
"See, Mom?" she taunted. "This is how to get it, ohhhh fuck, this is how to get it."
She moaned in rising lust and spread her legs, letting Josh sink to the hilt in her willing body.
Dorothy stared, then heaved and screamed as the whip cut her soft tits. Things just went on getting worse. Zola strolled up, playing with herself, running her fingers over her throbbing cunt.
"Hurry up, Martin," she said. "She's not the only one who needs to get fucked."
"All in good time," Martin said. "Anyway, I reckon we'll get Dave and Rick in at some point, since Dorothy here thinks they do such a shitty job." His hand flashed through the air and Dorothy tossed on the rope in more agony. Zola laughed. "Ohhhh, that should be fun." Zola grinned at Dorothy and walked off, going over to where her husband was fucking Kathy over the sofa. She slipped her panties off and slid onto the sofa, spreading her legs around Kathy's hot little face.
Without a murmur, Kathy sank her mouth over Zola's throbbing clit and sucked it between her lips. She moaned as she licked the slick female flesh, and Dorothy could see Zola's cunt juices running down her daughter's face.
The whip drove another line of dreadful agony into Dorothy's tits. "Eeeehhhh! Let me go, let me go!"
"Nonsense, you little whore," Martin said. "We've got such a lot to do tonight, so just let me know when I should rip that off you."
She stared over at the group on the sofa. Josh was ramming his cock into Kathy to the pace of the whip as it cut Dorothy's tits. Dorothy could see his massive fuck rod, slippery with her daughter's cunt juices nit slid out before sliding all the way in again.
Kathy was like a bitch in heat as she heaved up to meet every ramming fuck of Josh's stiff fuck rod. The wanton little teenager clutched Zola's thighs, forcing her face deeper into the older woman's cunt.
"Ohhhh shit, she's a great find," Josh gasped as he fucked Kathy with fury. "Ohhhh yeahhh, she's got the tightest little cunt, ohhh fuck, I'm gonna come if she goes on like this."
"Ohhhhhh God!" Dorothy screamed. "Ohhhh, take me down and I'll take the gown off, I will!"
"Whatdaya think, Josh?" Martin asked as he whipped Dorothy again.
"Shit," Josh gasped. "I'm gonna shoot, I don't have the time. Rip the thing off the cunt, I wanna see her tits!"
"Ohhhh no, uuurrggg!" Dorothy screamed as the whip cut more agony across her flesh. "Let me do it, please! Please!"
"Shit, whore!" Martin shouted. "Beg me to rip it off, beg me!"
Martin's cock stood out, shaking with every stroke he gave Dorothy. He grabbed his cock and stroked it as he whipped her, working himself into a frenzy.
"Ohhhhh, fuuucckkk!" Josh bellowed. "I'm gonna shoot, I'm coming!"
His hips beat at Kathy's ass as he fucked her in a seething tide of lust. His cock blurred as he slammed into the deepest recesses of Kathy's wanton little cunt. His whole body contorted as he grabbed her ass and slammed in, his balls meeting Kathy's ass.
"Beg me, beg me!" Martin bellowed. The whip landed faster and faster until Dorothy tossed on the ropes like a doll being played with by a cat.
"Aaaaaghhh!" she screamed. "Ohhhh God, rip it off me!"
"Yeaaahhhh!" Josh yelled. "Oh, do it now, Martin, do it now." His hips pumped at Kathy, and she threw her head back, screaming as she sank her face again into Zola's spuming pussy.
"Ohhhh, she's something else!" Zola yelled. Her legs spread wide around Kathy's head and she grabbed the girl by her hair as she came, thrusting her hips at the willing mouth. "I'm coming, ohhh yeahhhh, I'm coming!"
The three of them spasmed on the sofa, climaxes tearing at them all. Dorothy saw white cock juice shoot out of Josh's cock before he rammed it back into Kathy.
"Fuuuucckkkk!" he yelled. "Ohhhh fuck, my cock won't stop shooting, ohhhh fuck."
He pumped jism into Kathy until it squeezed out of her cunt and ran down her thighs.
But Dorothy lost sight of all that. Martin gave her one last cruel slash and advanced on her helpless body, his hand pumping his cock for all it was worth. Dorothy moaned and gasped as he reached up and took the top of her nightgown where it stretched between her beaten tits. As he gave the first great heave and the thin material parted, cum shot out of his cock and all over the front of the beautiful blue nightie.
"Yeahhh, shit cunt!" he yelled. "How you like it, whore?"
He pulled again and the nightie ripped further, revealing Dorothy's crimson tits, still thrusting boldly out from her chest. A jet of cum splashed over them from Martin's spurting cock, and Dorothy cringed in disgust. He was more depraved than she had even guessed.
"Ohhh more, more!" Josh yelled as he rammed his still-shooting cock into Kathy's cunt. "Yeahhh, more!"
Martin was only too ready to oblige. Another jet of hot white fuck juice shot out of his cock all over the nightie and Dorothy's flat stomach.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Martin roared in delight as each powerful heave of his hands ripped the thin nightie further.
In paroxysms of lust, his cock squirting cumin hard fast shots, he ripped the gown, tearing it off Dorothy's shoulders until the straps were totally broken. Then he tore it away from her body, in a series of long, hard pulls. The ripping noise could be heard even over the disgusting sounds of the threesome on the sofa having theft last heaves of orgasm. Dorothy sobbed at the horror of it all.
"Yeaaaaahhhhh!" Martin yelled with delight as he hauled the last shreds of nightie away from Dorothy's helpless body.
He stood inches from her and let his cum shoot out over her white flesh until it slowed and then dribbled out. But that didn't stop him. He stepped in and rubbed his oozing cockhead over Dorothy's belly until the last drops were gone.
Dorothy felt defiled by that even worse than the whipping. Cum was such disgusting stuff, she couldn't bear to have it in her cunt, let alone in all over her body. She sobbed and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She became aware of the pain of the handcuffs again and tried to pull them away from her wrists, but it was no good. Her tits were a mass of whipped, crimson flesh, and she couldn't bear to look at them.