After completing a shopping expedition with her daughter Caroline,
Catherine Dixon was concluding lunch with a coffee, but sitting opposite her daughter she found herself fending of some increasingly difficult questions from Caroline.
Certainly Catherine had been delighted to hear her daughter telling her that with her new hairstyle, the sparkle in her eyes together with a far more glamorous way of dressing Catherine looked ‘more attractive than ever’ these days but realising her daughter was not that far off the mark Catherine laughed off Caroline’s not entirely playful statement that such was Catherine’s newly acquired allure her Mother looked as though she had taken a lover and touching her daughters hand across the café table replied with a slightly uncomfortable chuckle.
‘If only……..my god Caroline I have all the excitement I need with my family and friends’
‘Sure Mum, but don’t you get a little bored at times, after all with dad being away all the time and me at Uni you only have Dan at home with you most of the time…..and he seems a little strange these days……… and why does he keep his door locked all the time?’
Realising the conversation was straying toward dangerous ground Catherine tried to change the subject toward Caroline’s imminent teaching placement at her Mothers old school.
‘Come on Mum, we’ve already talked for hours about your old girls only school now going mixed sex…..I want know about you and how my brother is getting on…I’ve barely spoken to either of you since I’ve been home and I’ve only got a couple of weeks before I start at the school and move into the apartment there’
Catherine thought that for some reason her daughter appeared to be quizzing her in asking all these questions…but was she just being paranoid because of…well because of ?. After all why shouldn’t the daughter she so rarely saw these days want know these things about her Mother and Brother?
‘Really darling, this so little say about Dan he has not already told you, you must remember that he is a teenage boy and boys of that age sometimes need privacy and as for me, well why shouldn’t I treat myself to a new hairstyle and do plenty of shopping, it does get boring with your father being away so often you know’
but even as Caroline smiled sweetly back at her Catherine knew she hadn’t managed to totally convince her daughter that everything in her life was completely normal and Catherine was far more worried about Caroline discovering what she regarded as her new life as an obedient slave to…to who?....’Oh God, was it Sean, Peter Harris….or now perhaps Helen Coombe, the very thought of whom seemed to set her fanny throbbing like crazy, who controlled her mind and body……….or was it her son Dan who really controlled her?’
For Catherine the indisputable fact was such that given the overwhelming feeling of both sexual and mental fulfilment she reached at the hands of all of them, including even her son Dan, she was prepared for all or any of these people to dominate and control her.
Certainly, although terrified Caroline may have discovered her naked Mother in the arms and caresses of another woman, Catherine had at first recoiled from the intrusion into her own bedroom by Helen Brady, until that was, Helen’s skilful hands and dominant personality once again aroused her into a state of mind where she would have done anything for this wonderful woman….and indeed she had literally done just that a couple of days later when on the very day she had promised her daughter this shopping expedition Catherine had more than willingly acceded to Helens demand she meet her instead….and in doing so allowed herself to be used as a sex toy for Helens gratification…..At least that evening seemed to have passed without comment at home after she had told her children she was visiting her sister.
The only other possible dilemma now lay in Catherine having to attend the meeting Sean had demanded of her at the bookshop when calling her on the phone the other day, a meeting Sean had said was mandatory after Catherine had pleaded for him to postpone it. So at that moment Catherine sincerely hoped she could get through the last week of Caroline’s stay without her daughter discovering these awful secrets…. wholly unaware her daughter fully intended to do exactly that…………………………..
Caroline’s shopping expedition and lunch date during which her Mother simply fended of all of Caroline’s probing questions had served only to increase Caroline’s anxiety about what was going on at home and now Deep in thought, Caroline sat in her small car across the road from the tatty looking bookshop… should she go inside and confront Sean Brady to try and discover if he was somehow behind or Perhaps even complicit in her Mothers and brothers strange behaviour, the bizarre and worrying events she had witnessed since returning home from Uni a couple weeks before moving into her new apartment and taking up a Teaching position at a private school………………………………………..
Something was wrong in the house, very wrong,, since her return from Uni so many things seemed to have changed, first when, after carefully opening the door and then peeping inside when hearing voices in her Mothers room, only to witness her Mother’s unbelievable behaviour in passively allowing the strange tall woman to all but devour her naked body and then afterward, downstairs preparing the evening meal for Caroline, Dan and herself, acting quite normally, as if nothing had happened in her bedroom only minutes earlier.
Even over a lunch date her Mother seemed to be blasé about things when Caroline pressed her about ‘girlfriends’ when with a giggle, Catherine had replied ‘Of course I have girlfriend’s darling, all women have girlfriends but I can assure you I have no boyfriends’
So despite her Mothers less than truthful assurance and puzzled as to why Dan really kept his door locked, Caroline had sneaked into his bedroom when, without locking his bedroom door, Dan had paid a visit to the Bathroom and there, on his bedside cabinet, Caroline had been astonished to find a large framed photo of her all but naked Mother kneeling on a floor. With pleading eyes and a pained expression she wore nothing but a black suspender belt and fishnet stockings, worse still was that in her Mothers mouth was a large red ball whilst gag her hands had been secured together behind her back and if following an instruction she was pushing her large proud naked Breasts out from her chest. Suddenly Caroline’s heart had hammered the walls of her chest for even more shockingly the reason for her Mothers pained expression lay in the cruel looking metal clamps attached to each of her large nipples connected together by a metal chain. With another sharp intake of breath, Caroline stared at the background of the photo behind her keeling naked Mother, for there, in the background stood a black Metal cage large enough for a person to be held in.
Caroline was incredulous, Who on earth would subject her Mother to such indignities and how on earth did Dan get hold of the photo and get away with having this large picture of his bound gagged and naked Mother by his beside table?
As she struggled to control the hammering in her chest Caroline could only suppose the answer to the second question lay in her brother, who she had always thought a little strange, now keeping his door locked and guessed that when his Mother needed to go in his room he would hide that appalling photo, but that still didn’t explain how he had come by it in the first place, or indeed who took that photo and where had it been taken. Even as beautiful as she undoubtedly was never in a million years would Caroline have suspected her straight, home loving and sometimes even boring Mother
Would indulge in sex games such as depicted in the photo
Certainly the picture must have been around a year old because her Mother’s hair was considerably longer there days. But not for one minute did Caroline consider that her Father was responsible because she was the holder of another terrible secret, that she had one day caught him in a compromising position with another man, he had begged his daughter not to tell her Mother and after admitting he was Gay he told Caroline he would never leave her mother and always look after the family but that sexual relations between them were now almost non existent.
But who then had taken the photo of her Mother? Was her Mother having an affair with this man or perhaps woman, perhaps the very same woman she had seen so nonchalantly fondling her Mother? And had Dan somehow come across this photo whilst clandestinely rifling through his Mother’s underwear, something Caroline knew he did on a regular basis after finding her own disturbed on many occasions when she was still living at home……..or god forbid, was her Brother blackmailing her Mother?
All of these questions needed an answer and she wasn’t about to get one from her Mother herself. But after her father’s sordid admission Caroline had far to much sympathy for her Mother to even think of confronting her but, shivering slightly as she recalled the photo, Caroline was none the less determined to discover who and what lay behind that photograph, for whoever had taken it had a very clear disregard of the obvious pain the evil looking clamps were causing her poor Mother’s nipples.
But Caroline now had another secret to keep to herself, that her own pussy had been throbbing wildly when studying that terrible photo, not for any desire of her mother, no Caroline’s awful knowledge was that just the very thought of herself being in that very same position, gagged bound and naked had excited her as never before……….Oh God!, she had actually felt envious of her Mother!.
Then the day after Caroline’s lunch date with her Mother and just when her Mother was out shopping again Sean Brady had rung the doorbell.
Strangely although being older than him at school and not having seen Sean for few years Caroline instantly recognised the tall confident well built young man who had always been popular at school with both boys and girls alike and as she looked at him now Caroline could feel a strange attraction toward him even if she noticed the momentary look of disappointment crossing his features before he smiled at her and said.
‘Hi, its Caroline isn’t it? I haven’t seen you for a few years; you’re looking as good as ever, actually though I was hoping Dan may be at home’
Wondering why on earth he wanted to see her young brother, who was after all a couple of years younger than Sean, Caroline told him Dan was still not home from college. But something was bothering her, why on earth Sean Brady would want to see her younger brother, so Caroline, even though her Mother was again visiting her parents, decided to invite Sean inside to wait for Dan.
Sat opposite each other in the lounge, Sean first asked after her Mother and
Then Caroline had asked him what he was doing now that he had left school.
Sean explained he was now managing a bookshop on behalf of its owner and went on to explain to Caroline that Dan did some work for him now and again for extra pocket money and that as he had been unable to contact Dan by phone he had called round in person to ask him to do some more work for him.
Caroline wondered what kind of work her brother could possibly be doing for his ex school friend but thought she would perhaps be seen as being a little too inquisitive if she asked Sean outright and instead told Sean she thought he had done very well at his age to get to mange a bookshop.
‘The bookshop, does it specialise in anything particular Sean?’
‘Just a Bookshop really and the publishing of some small niche magazines’ Sean replied, carefully monitoring Caroline’s face for any reaction
‘Wow Niche magazines, what on earth are they’ replied Caroline, for some unfathomable reason feeling a little uncomfortable under Sean’s gaze.
Magazines?, magazines have photos and the photo of her naked Mother in Dan’s room suddenly sprang to mind, no…….surely not….surely a friend of her brothers…younger than herself could have had nothing to do with taking terrible photos of her naked Mother….Dan’s mother!
‘As we have our own photo studio we help those who are unable gain access to mainstream publishers Caroline’ replied Sean and handed her his business card.
‘Come and have a look for yourself…anytime, just ask the assistant at the counter to let me know you are there, look I’m afraid I’m running late, could you ask Dan to pop in and see me please Caroline’
After Sean had left Caroline pondered over this strange visit, what had Sean really wanted, surely he must have known that Dan attends college weekdays and probably would not be at home anyway, and of course he would not have known she herself was at home for a couple of weeks which left only… only her Mother, but why?
Surely Sean Brady could have nothing to do with the recent changes around here!
But after the incredible events she had already witnessed Sean Brady’s visit served only to add to Caroline’s ever growing unease.
It was all so very, very bizarre and after Sean had left Caroline was even more determined to get to the bottom of it all and looking at the card Sean had given her she decided rather than confronting her weird brother less it get back to her Mother, she would first begin by seeing if the bookshop…and its photo studio held any answers………………………………….
Eventually Caroline alighted from her car and made her way across the road and hesitantly entered the rather seedy looking bookshop where, from behind the counter the rather mousy plain dressed figure of Joan looked up from her bookwork and smiled.
‘Can I help you madam’
Unable to fathom why she suddenly felt rather nervous, Caroline replied tentatively.
‘I’m here to see Sean Brady; I’m an old school friend of his, Caroline Dixon’
In fact Sean had already told Joan to expect a visit from Catherine’s daughter and the older woman immediacy saw the huge resemblance between Mother and Daughter for Caroline was simply a younger, slightly slimmer but bigger breasted version of her lovely mother. In short here was an exquisite young blonde beauty ripe for the picking if Sean could pull off what to Joan saw as his first really big test of his ability to be a natural dominant Master and to bend, not a beaten, cowed and blackmailed housewife or money grabbing younger hooker, but an intelligent Uni educated ‘vanilla’ to his own will and make her his Slave.
Should Sean pull that off then Joan’s respect for him would, despite the beatings she mostly enjoyed anyway, increase her respect for him tenfold, even if she had been rather naughty in providing her old friend Peter Harris with all the information she had about this girl’s aunt, Victoria Preston over that rather enjoyable and expensive lunch the other day.
So pressing the intercom button Joan then informed Sean of Caroline’s arrival before adding.
‘And don’t forget Sandra is still waiting to see you’
‘Okay, just make her comfortable please Joan’ replied Sean and hardly able to believe this sudden stroke of luck he made a sudden decision, this would be one hell of a day!
‘Of course Mr. Brady’ replied Joan respectfully and with a smile before showing Caroline upstairs.
In his office Sean looked across the huge desk at the vision of beauty that was a younger perfect mirror image of her mother Catherine Dixon and quickly noted that although When he had visited the house she had been wearing Jeans and a baggy sweater, today she wore a light knee length dress that showed she not only had a perfect figure but long muscular legs just right for gripping a lover’s back and for a long moment Sean enjoyed a vision of himself plunging his huge cock into Caroline Dixon’s tight cunt as she lay naked on this very desk whilst kneeling before him her equally naked Mother submissively licked his arse and balls.
Even though many would pour scorn on such a idea Sean decided to do his utmost to make this happen, after all he had already chalked up a small yet significant victory in getting Caroline Dixon to come up to his office and although Sean wasn’t as vain to believe it was because she was chasing him, the fact was she was here and that was probably due to her being intrigued by his use of the term ‘Niche Publications’.
But back in the Dixon house there had also been something else and Caroline had been on the verge of asking something very close to home to him.
That could only have been about either Dan or her Mother, but Sean would have been very surprised if Catherine had told her daughter she was in effect his Slave and as Dan had his own agenda in his pursuit of his Mothers pussy he also was highly unlikely to have spoken to Caroline. That would leave only the more feasible scenario that Caroline had either seen or heard something since coming home, perhaps spotting one of the many photos of his naked mother Dan kept in his room or even getting hold of one of the DVD’s he kept of his Mother bedroom activities, maybe she had even made a tenuous link between Dan’s photos and the bookshop studio so perhaps then Caroline was here on a fishing expedition….or perhaps Caroline just fancied him after all.
‘I have a rather delicate question to ask you Sean’ began Caroline after a long awkward pause.
Sean rhetorically patted himself on the back but Caroline hesitated again, why should she ask this young man if he knew anything about her Mother’s possible fetish orientated bondage affair?, better to ask him if he knew anything about a ‘fetish’ photo she had come across by accident, but not yet.
‘How well do your know my brother, Sean?’
‘Well, as you know he was a couple of years below me at school, but he was a hanger on and a sort of gofer for the boys, then your mother was good enough to give myself and Tom some advice about a career in teaching a couple of times. Dan was around of course so we got to know him a little better and when I came here I thought of Dan as a good friend who could do some odd jobs for us’
Caroline was a little taken aback, her Mother had never told her about giving student some career advice, but then again why should she have told her, but she was a teacher for a while so that at least made sense… all the same it was a little strange’
Sean’s words seemed to have a double meaning, Caroline was certain of it but Sean’s cryptic words caused a sense of trepidation to creep into her mind but she was determined to push on and discover exactly what that was.
‘Sean…Has, has my Mother ever been in your shop?’
Sean knew he could have easily denied this but why should he, he had nothing to hide and if Caroline were to discover that her Mother’s body belonged to him then so what? She would have to deal with it one way or the other. So sitting back and relaxing in his large leather swivel chair Sean nodded his head in affirmation.
‘Yes Caroline, your Mother has visited us a few times, why do you ask?’
‘Because…because I found a picture, a large photo of my Mother in Dan’s room’
‘So what has a family photo got to do with me Caroline? Replied Sean, pleased he had been correct in the assumption Dan had been careless with those photos of his Mother, later he would speak to Dan about that but the damage, if it were damage, was already done.
Caroline was uncertain now, if she described the photo of her Mother and was wrong about Sean’s possible involvement then another person close to them would know about the existence of her Mother’s photo and she had no idea of how trustworthy Sean Brady could be.
‘The Photo it… its… well it shows my Mother in, well in what is clearly a fetish position…and she is naked’
‘So what has this got to do with me? Asked Sean, unwilling to make things easy for Caroline who now looked and felt a little lost, after all, it probably had more to do with that woman.
‘Well, my Mother had been acting a little strange since I got home Sean…..I find this hard to say but I think she may be having an affair with someone?
Now realising she was simply groping in the dark Sean Smiled confidently across to Caroline Dixon
As lovely as she is, and believe me Caroline you are a younger just as beautiful version of her I’m not having an affair with your Mother.’
Oh, I never really thought….I’m making a mess of this aren’t I, its just that, well perhaps when you said she had been here a few time and of course you have visited the house, I suppose I put two and two together…and that’s stupid really because I was thinking she is having an affair with another woman……but as you do photographic things here I thought of that photo and, well, I was sort of being silly I guess.
‘So who is the other woman then Caroline?’ asked Sean, knowing full well it had been the porno actress calling herself Helen Coombes
‘That’s just it Sean, I don’t know and I probably shouldn’t be telling you this but all I know is that the other evening I peeked into Mothers bedroom and I saw her naked in arms of a tall crop haired blonde woman’
‘What about Dan? surely he must have noticed something’
That just brings us back to the picture Sean, please be honest with me now, you told me you have a photographic studio somewhere here so when my Mother was here, did ever take a photograph of her’?
‘Me? no Caroline’
‘Then has someone else done so, another woman perhaps?
‘You will have to ask your Mother that Caroline, whether she had been in the studio or not, it is up to her to answer your question’
‘Please Sean, I’m not trying to get Mum into trouble here, all I’m trying to do is get my mind around this thing, things haven’t been right at home between mum and dad for some time now and if seeing another woman makes her happy then that’s fine
with me but that photo is worrying me and if this woman is getting a kick out of hurting my Mother then I’m not to happy about it…or the fact that Dan is getting a kick out of seeing Mum like that, so what is this studio Sean?, is it in these offices, if it is will you show it to me, just to put my mind at ease
Right then Sean couldn’t care less if Caroline Dixon saw the dungeon and stormed out threatening him with all manner of hellfire for it seemed that her Mother, his Slave was having lesbian affair and he didn’t know a thing about it…well, a few people were about to be on the receiving end of his tongue and maybe his fists if they didn’t come up with some answers PDQ and as soon as he had the chance Catherine would be in the very ‘studio’ her daughter was so keen on seeing answering a few questions herself.
So Sean stood up and told Caroline.
‘’You want to see our studio, well come with me Caroline’
To Sean Caroline’s sharp intake of breath was audible when she stepped through the ‘dungeon’ door to view for the first time its rows of fetish gear and assorted bondage
‘Oh my God’ she whispered eventually. Hardly able to believe her eyes and with the heat suddenly rising though her body and pounding of her chest making it difficult for her to say anything more Caroline padded across the carpeted floor in a mixture o fascination and apprehension.
And then she saw her, Illuminated by spotlights, Sandra the young woman she had seen in the bookshop was now gagged and naked, her hands tied behind her back and swinging upside down from a ceiling hook a couple of feet from the floor by her tied ankles in the centre of the room and as she looked into the pleading and pained eyes off the young woman Caroline’s heart began thumping wildly; her breathing quickened even more and her pussy throbbed uncontrollably.
Certain her face must have reddened deeply to the hot flush she felt rising through her body Caroline turned away from Sean and unable to trust her voice tried to subdue a host sudden bizarre emotions before eventually, almost struggling for breath she recited the question she knew she had to ask Sean.
‘Have you done this to my Mother as well Sean?’
Standing directly beside Caroline and the suspended naked Sandra, Sean could see the rapid rise and fall o her large breasts and almost touch the heat radiating from her body and was certain Catherine Dixon’s daughter was every bit as excited as she herself had bee the first time she had been brought into the dungeon as, unable to tear her eyes away she looked on in sheer amazement as Sean’s hand began stroking Sandra’s let from her ankle right down to her crotch before stroking her pussy.
‘I’ve already told you that is something only your mother can tell you Caroline’
‘Oh God, please Sean…I have to know’
‘To know what Caroline, how it feels to be strung up like this, at the mercy of anybody who cares to play with your body?’
Somehow, incredibly she felt resentful of Sandra, Caroline knew Sean was only
speaking a truth she had already admitted to herself, that right then she wanted nothing more than for Sean to get rid of this girl, it should be her strung up there feeling Sean’s strong young hands caressing her defenceless body.
‘Please Sean…. Now your toying with me, please tell me if you did this to my Mother’
‘Even if Catherine had been in here It would have been in confidence Caroline and I would never betray a confidence, not for Catherine and not for you if you decided to ask me to do this for you’
‘Oh Yes Caroline, no one can force you to do this, you have to acknowledge your own desire’s then you can ask me, if, and I repeat the word if, Catherine has indeed
Experienced what Sandra here is so clearly enjoying, then it was because she wanted it to happen, wanted nothing more than to submit her mind and body to unconditional pleasure’
‘Oh god’ whispered Caroline Dixon, unable to suppress the incredible sensations of
Excited sexual anticipation Sean Brady had created inside her, she desperately tried to break the spell.
‘I...I…I’m sorry, I have to go’ she whispered breathlessly
Sean then saw Caroline just as he had her Mother, frightened and nervous but unable to deny her body and mind were inextricably and inescapably drawn toward the sheer sexual exhilaration of the contents of the dungeon, not after seeing the reality Sean had provided for her, now though was not the time and Sean hoped Caroline not ask him right then for he didn’t want her to show too much weakness, not right then for he wanted to reel her in like a fish on the line who only gave up struggling after a good fight.
‘Sure, no problem Caroline, I’ll show you out, but its worth remembering that if you really want to know the truth about your Mother and want to protect her then you have to understand why she would have felt the need to be in here….and there is only one way in which you can do that…………..’
‘She really is sex on legs, just like her Mother’ decided Sean watching Caroline Dixon cross the road to her car. There was never any middle ground, they either ran a mile or came back for more and Sean thought Caroline would return very soon. But right then he had more important things to arrange, first he would order Dan to visit him straight after college and then, well once he had learned the identity of Catherine’s lover he would arrange for Kevin to pay her a visit and dissuade the woman from having any further contact with his prized Slave. Before then of course Catherine’s sister Victoria was due to see him.
Things were progressing very well with Vicky, her ‘Master X’ was due another visit from Vicky and before that Joan had arranged another client for her, Mr. Smith!’ Sean smiled, how many Mr. Smiths could there be out there? Still this one was according to Joan more than happy to pay the going rate for Vicky a long as a few extras were thrown in by Sean. These Sean would explain to Vicky when she sat in his office and also take the opportunity of reminding her every part of her body was to be readily available to her clients, she could only plead with them to take their cock out of her arse if the client had requested her to plead beforehand, Sean wasn’t prepared to put the large sums of money he made from her in jeopardy just because Anal sex was abhorrent so her……………………
That night Caroline Dixon slept only intermittently for all night long she would suddenly wake soaked in sweat as the visions came to her, visions of her Mother strung upside down in Sean’s ‘Studio, visions of Sean Brady fucking her Mother, visions of that strange Woman beating her Mother, forcing her to make love to her, terrible visions of her Mother’s mouth closing around Dan’s penis but most of all visions of Sean’s hands stroking her inner thigh and pussy whilst herself hung upside down, naked and helpless, begging Sean Brady to end her torment and fuck her rigid!..
That evening after having a couple of Kevin’s spliffs Victoria Preston found herself collected, by a uniformed chauffeur no less, who after serving Vicky with her favourite vodka and tonic took her through the darkened countryside on a magical mystery tour to end up at the imposing entrance of a very old large house which was god knows where. The meeting had in fact been arranged by Joan from the bookshop who had informed Vicky that Sean wanted her to meet a very important client who would send his chauffeur to collect her. Some of this had been true of course but the reality was Sean had no idea of Mr. Smith’s true identity for Joan had told him only that Mr. Smith was an old and valued customer of Tony who always preferred to arrange his little ‘trysts’ through herself.
‘Well that’s fine by me’ Sean had told Joan when she had told him just how much money ‘Mr. Smith’ would be paying him.
‘Just be sure to get the cash up front Joan or Kevin will be paying to a visit, you’d best get Vicky round here now so we can organise the finer details with her.
‘Now then Victoria, tell me all about yourself, do you have a family? ‘
Asked the man she knew as Mr. Smith innocently and although the idea of talking about family should have been repugnant to her given that at some point in the evening this Man obviously intended to fuck her and do a whole lot more to her besides but such was his charming almost genteel manner as they sat in huge comfortable chairs opposite each other in the huge drawing room Vicky found herself opening up to him.
Without mentioning names Vicky went on to tell Mr. Smith\ Peter Harris about her soon to be ex husband working abroad and that although she had no children she was very close to her only sister and her family.
‘So your sister has children Victoria’
‘Oh yes Mr. Smith, a young boy and a girl at university’ replied Vicky
‘I really do sense you are a cultured woman and cut above those who normally ply your err, trade so how on earth did you get into this business, please, if I’m being a little forward do stop me there, its just that I feel a little guilty but now you are here Victoria, you are far to beautiful to turn away, besides, having now seen you and spoken with you I really do feel an empathy with as we appear to be on the same social level’.
All this of course was manna to the ears of a woman who had always herself to be a cut above most others.
‘The fact is I was blackmailed into doing these things Mr. Smith, by the young man who, through Joan at the bookshop, arranged my visit for you’
‘Good lord, Sean Brady, but how if I may ask’
Perhaps it was the drug given her in her drink by Charles the chauffeur that was loosening her tongue but Vicky felt the need to unburden her ordeal on someone and who better than this ostensibly very sympathetic man.
‘Well it all began after a visit from my nephew, I cant prove it but I think he is in league with Sean Brady and I think he drugged my with something because I still remember nothing until a few days later, you see Sean Brady came to my house with a pile of photographs, all showing me naked and tied up in all manner of positions posing for the camera, but the worst of all were those showing me sucking a, well a penis , God know I cant remember but I rally think it must have belonged to me nephew Dan, oh dear I didn’t mean to give any names of my family I’m afraid it just slipped out’
‘And just as easily forgotten my dear’
‘Well that was how it all began, after that, when I refused Sean’s demands I was beaten about the body and, well raped I suppose, by Sean until I could take no more, then Sean showed me some DVD’s he said were of me and that they would be sold in sex shops unless I complied. By then I was too terrified and embarrassed for my future to refuse him, since then Sean has pretty well sold my body to who can afford me, oh, and now you Mr. Smith.’
‘Well that’s a sad tale Victoria but I really I think I could be of some help to you in extricating yourself from the clutches of this Sean Brady’ replied Peter and saw the gratitude and relief etched on her features as Vicky assumed she may soon be freed of this nightmare at Sean’s hands.
‘So be it, I have many friends who can hep me in that regard but as for now I’m afraid I must alas ask you to allow me to use you myself Victoria, you see I have been cursed with occasionally desire to enjoy fetish sexual actives and I’m afraid I cannot pass up the opportunity of doing so that such a beautiful and intelligent woman as your good self.
Vicky realised she could hardly refuse; to have done so would be to insult the one person whom it now seemed she could pin her hopes upon and in all probability earned a terrible beating at the hands of Sean Brady as well.
‘I would be most happy for you to do so Mr. Smith, what is it you require me to do for you’
Well, I’m afraid I always dine alone and as it is now dinner time I wish you to accompany me to the table, you do have the required items under your dress I specified;
‘Yes’ replied Vicky somewhat self consciously confirming that underneath her black dress were the pink and black quarter cup bra, matching thong, suspender belt and black seamed stockings together with, and this had been the hardest part of her dressing that evening, a thin black leather chastity belt, strapped around her waist with a matching attached strap leading from the rear under her crotch to conceal her anus and pussy before the end of the strap joined its matching strap around her waist, At the front of which had been stapled an ‘O’ ring through which a cut out section of her Vicky’s crotch strap passed and. This joined was then padlocked with a small lock given her by Joan, the Key to which she had been told, was held by Mr. Smith
All of which meant that only Mr. Smith/ Peter, would be able to unlock the chastity belt after Vicky had snapped the lock into position and this she had done with very grave misgivings for unless she totally humiliated herself by asking someone to cut the padlock of her chastity belt she was completely and utterly in the hands of Mr. Smith if she required to perform even the most simple of bodily functions.
Of course Sean’s demand she wear the incredible contraption had been met with stony silence by Vicky but a visit upstairs from Joan, who it seemed had by then taken over the duties of punishing Victoria when required, resulted in Vicky being hauled from her chair, and as Sean looked on from his desk, Vicky’s dress being torn away from her body and her panties ripped from her legs before Joan administered the mother and father of all spankings to her bottom and thighs before forcing the almost naked and fearful Vicky to stand with hands on head while Joan demonstrated to Vicky how to fit the cruel medieval device upon her own body. Then, to Vicky’s horror, the device was left in place until she was able to leave Sean’s office, by which time Joan was back behind her counter, it was there that she removed the chastity belt before taking the key and placing it in her purse.
‘That will find its was to Mr. Smith Vicky, all you have to do is fully close the padlock, if Mr. Smith discovers you have not done so you really will be in trouble and it won’t be just a spanking you will get my girl!
Vicky did indeed soon find herself joining ‘Mr. Smith at he dinner table but she could never had predicted that she would be amongst the food on the table and not eating it for when entering the sumptuous dining room where Charles was waiting to seat them, instead of being seated around the table Peter requested she remove her black dress and kneel with her bottom resting on her ankles upon the table, facing him, only inches from his place setting after Charles had cuffed Vicky’s hands behind her back
‘You really do make an exquisite centrepiece Victoria’ Peter informed the appalled yet compliant Vicky whilst studying her large breasts and nipples rising and falling above the quarter cup bra together with her matching suspender belt and of course, the erotic splendour of Vicky’s padlocked chastity belt.
‘And oh yes, I do believe we shall shortly be requiring this’ he continued eventually when producing the padlock key before placing it beside his dessert spoon.
‘But only After dessert of course!
Which, after Vicky having to kneel before him in humiliated dejection whilst Peter consumed his first two courses, consisted of a liberal amount of thick cream flavoured with Peter’s favourite liqueur liberally applied to Vicky’s breasts and nipples by the ever present Charles who then forced Vicky to shuffle forward and then lean over until her breasts and large cream coated nipples hung adjacent to Peters’ mouth.
‘mmmm, that was excellent Charles, a culinary masterpiece’ stated Peter after licking and sucking every last morsel of the cream from, it had to be said, the not too displeased Vicky’s breasts and nipples.
‘And Now for the piece de resistance’… Charles if you please’
Although Vicky had not counted on Charles being present for her visit she none
the less remained compliant when under Peter’s instruction Charles pulled her body backward until she lay flat upon her back upon the huge table, then, pulling Vicky’s body down the table until her feet rested upon each arm of Peter’s chair, Charles rested her legs either side of Peters body with her chastity belted crotch before Peter’s place setting.
‘Perhaps you will do the honours and reveal tonight’s prize Charles’ stated Peter after Charles had completed his task.
‘Yes Sir, of course’
Vicky recalled Peters words about fetish sexual activities, this was now becoming extreme as Charles unlocked and removed her chastity belt to reveal, only a foot or so from Peter’s eyes, her puffy shaven cunt lips, glinting with moisture.
‘Beautiful, truly beautiful; remarked Peter as his index finger slid up and down Vicky’s pussy lips, causing her to shudder in unquestionable pleasure, then more so as, leaning forward, Peter’s mouth met her cunt lips as he proceeded to suck, tickle, lick and bite upon Vicky’s cunt until she found herself shuddering to an unavoidable but delightful orgasm.
Then , eventually standing up, Peter inspected, probed and stroked ever inch of Vicky’s prone and naked body causing Vicky to again shudder in pleasure whilst thinking her undeniable pleasure was not that bad a price to pay for having this mans support in her quest to free herself from Sean Brady…. until that is Peter then said.
‘As I said, a wonderful dessert Victoria but I’m afraid Charles always demands his own ‘just desserts’ and I’m afraid his idea’s sometimes differ from my own, but I have no doubts you will at least try to accommodate him my dear’
And so it proved to be so for Charles enjoyed nothing more than to ensure he exerted his superiority over the woman his boss now and again allowed him to ‘play with’.
First by unceremoniously turning the horrified Vicky upon her stomach before, with a riding crop, cruelly thrashing Vicky’s back, bottom and thighs whilst she begged for the mercy Charles was never going to show her.
Eventually satisfied with is efforts after Charles had swung the pleading crying mature beauty easily around the polished table until her splayed legs were on its edge where, to her horror she felt the tip of a massive penis pushing past her buttocks until it was lodged against the sphincter of her anus.
‘oh my god, please no’ cried the terrified and fearful Victoria Preston before seconds later screaming in panic as Charles forced his way into her Anus and inch by inch, as if to demonstrate his power over her, Charles huge cock forced its way inside Vicky’s anus until his massive 10 inches could go no further and there it remained.
‘As you can see my cock is now buried inside Madam’s Anus Sir’ Said Charles before, to Vicky’s astonishment Peter then replied, toasting Charles with his wine glass.
‘And long may it remain there, now then Charles, perhaps you would now be so kind as to lift and turn madam so that I may join you inside her.
So Charles, his monster orgasm buried to the hilt inside Vicky’s Anus lifted and turned
her until his back was against the table, then lifting them both, Charles, with Vicky upon his lap, first sat and then lay back upon the table with their legs dangling over its edge before placing his hands upon Vicky’s inner thighs to spread her legs apart, leaving her glistening cunt lips fully on display above her anus filled with Charles’s cock.
Impaled upon Charles massive cock as she was Vicky never ever experienced anything such as this, a monster had invaded her Anus, she full of the huge cock, it overwhelmed her, possessed her, tearing her apart and with its huge size, pleading with him was pointless for his massive cock now owned her!
Then to her horror Charles was saying.
‘Madam is ready for you now Sir’
Trapped and impaled upon Charles strong body Vicky could only look on in fascinated alarm to see Charles ,standing between her well spread legs, take his own huge penis from with his pants
‘Oh dear god no!’ pleaded Vicky, suddenly realising what was about to happen, but to no avail for, with Charles strong arms supporting her from behind, Peter slowly guided his cock steadily into Vicky until she was the reluctant meat in their sandwich.
Vicky was mortified, she cried out, pleaded with them through her the pain which was such she felt they must surely tear her apart.
Never ever in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself vulnerable to horrific degradations such as this, forced to submit to having both her cunt and Anus simultaneously fucked by two huge erect cocks.
‘Mmmm, it was very kind of you to accommodate both of us Victoria, how does Madams Anus feel to you Charles’ heard the incredulous Vicky through what was now reduced to her pained whimpering as both Men eased in and out of her cunt and anus.
‘’Madams Anus was somewhat tight Sir but I do believe its future use will now prove to be more comfortable’
‘Good, and Madam also has a very acceptable tight cunt Charles, just right for he both of us I would say’ and then, whilst continuing to fuck her Peter asked the astonished Vicky.
‘You really are proving to be an absolute delight my dear, its such a pleasure to have the use of a sophisticated Lady such as yourself, after I have freed you from the clutches of young Sean Brady we shall enjoy many more delightful occasions such as this’
Vicky realised that Mr. Smith had been toying with her, he was no saviour and his only intention was to merely remove her from the frying pan and put her in the fire and along with the sadistic Charles sexual degrade her in a manner even Sean Brady would have baulked at.
For another two hours, as the hidden camera’s in the dining room continued their work Vicky was put through her paces by Peter and Charles and as they beat, fucked, tied and humiliated Victoria Preston in every conceivable manner and Peter hoped her nephew Dan, viewing his Aunts every degradation through the two way mirrors had not yet creamed his pants.
Peter decided she would now become a regular hostess for his little gentleman’s get togethers as well as also taking part in his filming sessions.
Perhaps he would even use both Vicky and her sister Catherine together for one of the get togethers, decided Peter as a vision of Vicky and Catherine having to make love to each other before his friends and of course Dan could even join in just as he as about to do now after Peter rang the push be;; situated under the dinner table.
Peter now knew enough about Victoria Preston to ensure her future compliance so it was hardly important if he had to share her with Sean Brady for he had no intention of starting a turf war between them. But, as Dan entered the dining room to place his rock hard between the now blindfolded Vicky’s slick sex lips, just to be certain she remained compliant Peter told her.
‘You know I’ve been thinking back Victoria, a few weeks ago I attended a birthday party thrown for a couple of young men and there a met a very attractive woman whose beauty was not at all dissimilar to your own, but the point is being seated at the same table we had a long chat and I distinctly recall the lady telling me that she had a daughter and teenage son and what a coincidence Victoria, HIS name was also Dan, the same as your nephew I believe
As the excited guiltless Dan began slowly fucking his aunt Vicky what colour remained drained from her face as Peter closed in for the kill……….well I’m afraid I have been very naughty Vicky, you see I invited your nephew back to the house…………….’ Then, as
Peter peeled away her blindfold and Vicky look up in horrified fascination to see that it was her nephew Dan slowly fucking her helpless body. Handcuffed as she was and unable to escape her nephews slow rhythmic fucking of her the horror struck Vicky could only plead with her nephew.
‘Oh my God!’ stop it Dan….for Gods sake stop this now!’
But Dan, although at first almost succumbing to ‘stage fright’ was by now to far into his stride and with the help of the large blue pill given him by Peter he began to both recite the words Peter had made him rehearse over again and to use his young hands in the manner in which Peter had instructed and so, whilst kneading and caressing her breasts and nipples, looking down into his Aunts terrified eyes Dan told her whilst pushing his cock as into her cunt far as he possibly could.
‘No way Aunt Vicky, I’ve waited a long time for the chance to fuck you and you’re going to enjoy it every bit as much as I shall’.
Then as Dan continued his slow rhythmic fucking of his Aunt Peter continued:
…..O yes, I remember now Vicky, her name was Catherine Dixon….and of course you already know her son Dan here, after all he is your nephew….I’m so pleased your getting to know each other for the Camera’s and I’m sure your sister Catherine would be so proud of you Vicky for allowing her son to fuck you like this.’
Filled by her nephew’s huge rampant young cock Vicky could do no more than whimper and plead with Dan.
‘Please Dan……..please take it out now….please take it out…….I promise I’ll say nothing to your Mother….or to anyone if you take it out’
But Dan, ignoring her pleading pushed his Aunt’s body a little further back onto the polished table and taking each of Vicky’s ankles in turn placed each leg over his shoulders in turn until, with the backs of her knees resting on his shoulders and his hands gripping her hips Dan could simultaneously pull his Aunts cunt onto him whilst pushing his own hips forward and penetrate Vicky further than she had ever imagined possible, leaving her gasping in shock and…..to her utter dismay no little pleasure as time after time and with growing intensity and pace Dan repeated this process, causing Vicky to gasp and moan in her undoubted pleasure.
‘That’s it Auntie, now tell me how much you love me fucking you’ demanded Dan at Peters prompting but such was her humiliation at being fucked by her young nephew Vicky found she no unable to look Dan in the eye and with her eyes tightly closed, even though her body was betraying her as she surged toward an inevitable glorious orgasm, Vicky would only shake her head in denial until that is Dan suddenly withdrew his dripping cock from between his Aunts cunt lips and after pushing her legs upward to raise her ass from the table placed its sodden tip at the very entrance of Vicky’s Anus, telling Vicky
‘Tell me how much you love me fucking you or I fuck your ass next!’
Vicky was Absolutely aghast at this new threat… to have her nephew fuck her was bad enough…but for her sister’s son to take her anally was beyond belief…and incredibly Vicky knew she wanted him back in there inside her, to complete the awful work upon her body his rampant young cock has so cruelly begun.
‘Oh my God………..forgive me….please Dan…..fuck me again……I love you fucking me…..please put it back again’…….moaned Vicky and moments later Dan had done just that to again pump his Aunts cunt before, again following Peters instructions and completing her absolute humiliation when whilst again stroking her breasts and nipples he told Vicky.
‘Now open you eyes and look at me Auntie, don’t take your eyes away from mine or you get it up your ass!’
To look her young nephew in the eyes with his huge cock violating her pussy whilst he so casually stroked her breasts and toyed with her nipples was the most crushing humiliation Vicky could have ever dreamt of……even the combined efforts of all the people who had used her mind and body since that fateful day Dan arrived at her door were nothing compared to this nightmare a nightmare made all the worse by his obvious growing awareness of the massive orgasm his penis was creating deep inside her as she moaned and gasped to each of his increasingly fierce thrusting inside her. All of which of course, every sound and every moment, was being captured by the various microphones and Camera’s set up the Dining Table
‘Jeez…..keep looking at me Auntie…..I’m going to cum in a minute’ groaned Dan. Incredibly, moments later Vicky found she was powerless in preventing herself from thrusting her crotch upward to meet the thrusts of her nephew as she came to the first of many unavoidable illicit yet oh so amazing orgasms at the hands and penis of her sister’s son before, who, a full ten minutes after Vicky’s first orgasm finally succumbed himself when, after he emitted a huge groan, Vicky felt the first hot jet of Dan’s juice shoot into her vagina. …….
Later, having endured the ride home in the rear of the large limo driven by Charles, the man who had so recently fucked her every orifice, the vehicle had finally pulled in her driveway Vicky’s but ordeal was prolonged even further after Charles escorted her inside her house.
‘The Bosses orders Madam, I am to ensure you actually delivered into the house’ said Charles after easing Vicky down onto a sofa from where she looked up warily
to see the chauffeur taking a large brown envelope from his jacket pocket.
‘For you Madam, the Boss has I believe been most generous’ said Charles handing Vicky the envelope
Looking inside the envelope the mature beauty was to exhausted even to count the large amount of money there but the multitude of £50 notes was enough to tell Vicky this ‘payment ‘ surpassed anything she had received from any of her ‘clients’ but it was going to take far more than money to ever erase from her mind the constant vision she had of her young nephew Dan….her sisters son looming over her naked body, his hands toying with her breasts and nipples, as she felt spurt after spurt of his hot juices flood her vagina before, as if that indignity was not enough, having her lick his still rock hard and throbbing penis clean of their combined juices.
But as for the umpteenth time Vicky tried to purge her guilt over the incredible orgasm she had experienced at the hands of her nephew she was suddenly brought back to the present as Charles continued.
‘There will e price o pay of course Madam…. your unreserved absolute silence about tonight’s events in the Master’s house……….in short Madam you will speak to no one………..’ Without warning Vicky found the chauffeurs strong fingers gripping her chin
‘The Master is a very generous man Madam but should you do so it would be a huge mistake you would never make again…do you understand me Madam?’
All that was required was a slight nod her head and a glance into her terrified eyes for Charles to know he had got Peter’s message across to Vicky.
‘How very wise of you Madam, a very sensible attitude if I may say so, the Master will be pleased’
Then to Vicky’s utter despair, before leaving Charles concluded.
‘The Master or his representative will be in touch with you again Madam, very soon I imagine as he is rather taken with you….when he does you will follow any instructions with fail………’
One more terrified look into Charles hard eyes as she nodded her acceptance was enough to remind Victoria Preston that much of that nights unbelievable and repulsive episode would not only stay in her mind forever but that it would also remain a secret forever.
End of Part 18