BRADY BUNCH: REINVENTING THE WILSONS

BY KENNA

[ part 28 ]

The Wilson family had been upended one day about eight months earlier when the Brady’s learned about their income tax fraud. It was enough to turn the quiet and normal family into slaves that obeyed every command given to them by the Bradys. At first it had been a traumatic experience to find themselves tied, tormented, fucked, and filled with cock in every hole. But, it was also an avenue for them to expand their sexual experiences into a realm most of them hadn’t realized even existed. Candy, now 17 years old and senior in high school had gone from virgin to a sex crazed teen who enjoyed her mom, dad, and younger sister. She endured her little brothers, but only because they had potential and would one day be great fucks.

Similarly, everyone of the Wilsons gradually learned that they enjoyed their time with the Bradys, each for different reasons, and the incestuous doors it opened amongst themselves. Any day of the week might find Van with his youngest daughter, the two boys playing with mommy, or any other combination imaginable. But, Saturday was the most anticipated day of their week, the day they entered the world of the Bradys. They never openly admitted amongst themselves that they enjoyed their Saturdays, but it was general understood by the excitement that built up all the way to their masters’ door.

So, on Tuesday morning when Amy got a letter from the IRS she was puzzled. As far as she knew, she was an unknown to the IRS since they had never paid taxes or filed returns in their life. Shaking, she wondered if someone had finally turned them in. She quickly ripped open the envelope and read the first sentence. “In accordance with Federal law, the Internal Revenue Service is required to notify you that your spouse and business partner, Vance J. Wilson, has reached an agreement with the IRS regarding unpaid taxes. Her head spun as she considered what that meant. Van had turned them in and made a deal with the IRS!

She read further and learned that criminal charges and penalties had been waived provided they paid the IRS a total of $1.2 million over six years, plus regularly paid future income taxes. Relief washed over her. Knowing their financial status, this payment would be no burden at all and yet, it would free them from their guilt and constant worry over exposure as tax cheats. She had known that the IRS would often take a much lower settlement just to something out of an errant taxpayer. Yet, in her relief, something nagged her. She didn’t want to stop being the Bradys’ sex slave!

She immediately called Van to find out what his intentions were. When she told him about the letter he groaned and said, “You weren’t supposed to find out. I told them to send all my correspondence to my office.”

“Well, it’s not your correspondence, this time, Van,” said Amy. “It’s addressed to me because they, unlike my spouse and business partner, think I should know we’re paying over a million dollars to them.”

When Van muttered an apology, Amy said, “Well, that’s not really the point, honey. I’m thrilled that you did it. I’ve spent the last few years worrying about what would happen if we were caught. Now, I’m … happy. Except for one thing.” She waited a second to make sure she had Van’s attention. “You can’t tell the Bradys about this.”

“What?” said her husband in surprise.

“You heard me. I like going to their house every weekend. I love to hear their boys call me Amy bitch as they fuck me. I still get chills remembering that first time Greg called me Amy. God, I was tied on my hands and knees and he was fucking me. I don’t want that to stop.”

She heard her husband chuckle and almost exploded in anger that he was laughing at her, but he said, “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you about it. I didn’t want you to tell the Bradys and stop our fun. Fuck, Amy, I love their girls making me eat them or when they make me fuck Candy or Jill.”

It was Amy’s turn to laugh. “What a couple of perverts we are,” she said. “Tie me up and fuck me and my kids, too.” Then she sobered up. “What if the kids don’t want to be slaves anymore? Shouldn’t we give them a choice?”

“No,” said Van. “First off, Candy was over at the office last week and saw an envelope from the IRS to me. I don’t think she got a chance to read the letter, but I think she put two and two together. Second, I’m damn sure all the kids enjoy it, too. I mean, look at the way they act on the way over. Third, I don’t want to tell the kids because they might let it slip out. Even if we’re willing to keep it up, how would the Bradys react to knowing that their control over us is gone? What if they stop the fun?”

“Hadn’t thought of that,” agreed Amy. Then she changed her mind. “Oh, they wouldn’t do that.” But after another second, she softly, “But, we can’t take that chance, can we? You’re right. We can’t tell the kids.”

With that decided, it was quiet for a couple more days. Thursday night, Jill was entertaining the boys with her nude body and mouth and Candy crawled in bed with her parents. She was naked and let her parents start fondling her before she said. “I really like going over to the Bradys every week, don’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, she continued, “I feel so sexy, so desirable when then make me strip. Oooo, just gives me chills to think about it. And, two weeks ago when they tied me up and all I did all day was suck cock and eat pussy, mmmm, I loved it. You know Jill and Simon and Luke all enjoy it, too.”

“Hey, don’t stop,” she scolded them, “I want my mommy and daddy to make me cum tonight. Fuck me, daddy.” She guided him on top of her and once his cock was in place, sliding in and out, she said, “You guys like it, too. God, mom, if I had a dollar for every time you’ve cum over there, I’d be fucking rich.” She paused as her mom leaned down and kissed her hard. The feel of the other woman’s tongue in her mouth and hand on her breast was intoxicating. As they broke the kiss, Candy said, “I just want to make sure you guys don’t do something to ruin the fun without at least talking to me.”

“Nobody’s ruining any fun, Candy,” said Van. He kept up the slow stroking in and out of his daughter’s cunt and leaned forward to kiss her deeply.

“So, what’s with the IRS?” asked the 17-year-old when her mouth was free.

Van fought off the urge to say it was none of her business, which it wasn’t. He knew she wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t settle for a non-answer. “Sweetie, the Bradys knew about us cheating on taxes and punished us by making us their slaves. You know that much or else you wouldn’t be asking. Well, we made a deal with the IRS not because we want the Bradys to lose their leverage over us, but because if somebody else finds out then we’d still go to jail.”

“And, we’re not going to tell the masters anything,” said Amy. “You like to suck cock. I like to get fucked. Daddy likes to be at the mercy of their girls…”

“Oh, sweet punishment,” interjected Van to the giggles of his wife and daughter.

“Thank you,” said Candy as she laid back to really enjoy her daddy’s cock.

It was a warm Saturday as the Wilsons arrived at their appointed time. Occasionally they tried to catch their masters off guard and today they tried by slipping into the back yard, stripping, and then knocking on the sliding glass door. Marsha came to see what the knocking was all about and called everyone to come see. By the time everyone had arrived to look out, the six slaves were standing at attention in a neat, naked row.

Marsha stepped out, “So, our slaves are being cooperative today. Well, that won’t buy you an easier day.” With the practiced ease of a mistress, she looped a rope around Jill’s slender waist, ran it down through her hairless pussy slit, and tied the other end to the 12-year-old’s hands behind her back. Forced to kneel, Jill had her face pressed into Marsha’s panty covered pussy where she licked at the silky fabric and inhaled the older girl’s aroma.

Quickly, all the slaves were helpless. Cindy tied Van’s hands behind him and pulled him inside by his balls. Once inside he was tonguing Cindy’s precious little cunt before his eyes could adjust to the darker room. Greg grabbed Amy and tied her hands, gagged her, and threw her in the pool. She came up with an astonished look on her face – she’d expected the pool to be warmer that it was. Her gag muffled her squeals. Standing cunt deep in the pool, she could feel her nipples hardening in the cold. Peter mimicked the rope job that Marsha had done on Jill, but inside of spreading pussy lips, his rope went on either side of Luke’s small cock. With handcuffs in hand, Mike bee-lined it for Candy. Cuffed and gagged, the willing slave was put on the coffee table in the family room. She felt a big cock press against her cunt and then she was full. Bobby also had handcuffs as he grabbed Simon, cuffed him, and threw him in the pool with his mom. Carol saw that everyone else was taken and rushed Jan down to the basement for some fun.

Naked, Greg and Bobby joined their captives in the pool. The cold momentarily wilted their hard cocks, but when the two slaves had been dunked several times and were gasping for air, their masters were once again hard. Greg held Amy down under the water, watching her struggle for control. Her eyes bulged as she approached her limit. When he pulled her out, she breathed heavily through her nose, wishing she could beg for his cock. Simon was also gasping for air. Bobby shoved him under and then put his cock in the helpless boy’s face. The 8 year-old sucked on the 10-year-old’s cock until he was pulled up for air again. As he regained his breath, he gasped out, “Fuck, Bobby, let me suck it good. I’ll do anything you want, master.”

Hearing that, Greg took off Amy’s gag and dunked her again, feeding her cock under water. This time when she came up, Greg leaned her across the edge of the pool and entered her from behind. “How to you like my cock, Amy bitch?” he asked her. “Can’t stop me from sticking it up your hot cunt, can you?”

No, you young stud, thought Amy, I can’t and I wouldn’t if I could. “Fuck me, master,” she said. “I’m yours to own. I’m yours to use and abuse. Fuck me all you want, master.”

“Bring him over here,” Greg called to Bobby. “Lean him over the side and fuck his ass while his mommy watches. Hell, I’ll fuck her ass, too.”

The nude little boy slave squealed in pleasure as his ass was taken. “Is he? Is he? Is he fucking your… ass, too, m-mommy,” gasped the excited boy.

“Yes, Simon, you’re mommy is getting butt fucked just like her little boy. God, Greg has got his big cock all the way up my ass. Turn your head over here and watch how a bitch slave gets fucking ass raped. Watch your mommy get it all the way.”

“I am, mommy,” said Simon.

On the coffee table, Candy was getting fucked good. It was a heavenly feeling to have her master’s 8-inch cock inside her. The ache in her shoulders and hips added to her predicament, reminding her that she was a slave, good for nothing but fucking and sucking. She wished she wasn’t gagged so she could beg for it in her mouth, but she knew that would come in time.

“Candy slut, I love your tight cunt,” whispered Mike. His body was positioned so her legs were forced wide and then her feet pressed down on her ass. That put his head right behind her so he could whisper foul things to her, things that were music to her ears. “Naked and tied. Hog tied right on my coffee table. Taking my cock like the slut you are. Hell, slut, you can come knock on my door naked anytime you want.”

Like the rest of her family, Candy was an exhibitionist who enjoyed public sex. She looked around the room, but found they were alone. She’d just have to make do without an audience. She imagined boys in her class perched on the couches around her, watching her getting raped and waiting their turn.

Abruptly, Mike pulled on the girl’s long hair, forcing her to arch her back. He leaned into her neck and bit it softly, then started sucking on her neck. “I’ll give my slut a hickey so everyone knows she’s a slut, a cocksucking slut.” He continued to mouth his helpless captive’s neck, but never hard enough to leave a mark. He wanted nothing to mar her perfect white skin. Still, it wouldn’t be until the end of the day that she knew she was unmarked. For now, she thrilled at the thought of being marked for her master.

Van, Jill, and Luke found themselves together in the basement. Jan was already hanging upside down and eating her mother’s pussy. The three were arranged in a triangle – Van sucking Luke’s cock, Luke eating Jill’s pussy, and Jill sucking her daddy’s cock. Van could hardly concentrate on his task of satisfying Luke as he watched the lips of his 12-year-old daughter slide up and down his own cock. In the past few months, the young girl had started to mature. No longer flat, she was sporting some budding tits that her daddy really enjoyed. No one knew that she was plucking any hairs she found around her pussy. She knew her hairless pussy turned them all on and was determined to keep it that way.

Luke loved having his daddy suck on his cock. He lay with his legs spread as wide as he could to give the older slave easy access to his small cock. But, he also enjoyed being pressed up against his big sister’s wet cunt. As he licked, he slurped up the juices that came in an ever-increasing flood.

Peter enjoyed the sight of watching a boy eating a pussy almost as much as he liked eating them. “Do it, little boy toy,” he said to his slave of the moment. “Stick your tongue up inside her. Yeah, like that. Now, taste her slit. Taste her little girl slave slit.”

Jill’s body tingled when he said that. Eight months ago she’d been ashamed of her undeveloped body. Then, she’d realized that everyone wanted it. Suddenly, she loved being called a little girl. She let go of her daddy’s cock long enough to say, “God, Peter, I’m growing up now.” Another thing she’d learned was that the more she protested the more they said it.

“Little girl cunt,” said Peter and Jill shuddered her way to an orgasm. “Little hairless bitch. You’ll always be a little girl, turning on the older boys with no tits and no pussy hair.”

“Yeah,” added Marsha. “You have nothing to show. Just a little girl pussy, a tight little girl ass, and little baby titties.”

Damn right! thought Jill. Hot little bitch for the men to chase.

“And daddy likes having his little baby girl suck his cock, doesn’t he?” said Cindy. “Look at how hard he is. There’s nothing like a little girl who knows what her daddy really wants, is there?”

Marsha rubbed Jill’s small tits, “She’s right. Nothing makes a daddy happier than his cock in the mouth of his little girl. Make him cum for us, little slave bitch. He’s so fucking close now with your hot lips on his cock. He wants to fuck your mouth so bad. He wants it because you’re his little girl.” Jill shuddered in orgasm a second time as Marsha goaded her. Then she felt the cock in her mouth tense. She sucked hard to milk the cum from his cock and swallow it all.

“Don’t swallow it all,” ordered Cindy. “We’re not done with his cum yet.”

Cindy was impinging on Marsha’s territory, an unspoken rule that she owned her chosen slave until a swap was made. It was her right to ask, “What are you going to make her do?”

The 10-year-old whispered in her older sister’s ear and Marsha was satisfied. “Cool. They’ll love it, because they’re sluts.” Marsha pulled Jill free of the triangle, leaving Van sucking on his son’s cock. Luke was still unable to cum because of his age, so Van’s attempts were fruitless, but arousing. “Very carefully, spit the cum out so it gets all over your little titties,” Marsha said to Jill.

“Now, get over here, big boy,” said Cindy. “We know you like little girl titties. Suck on them. Clean up Jill’s itty-bitty titties.”

“Please not that,” moaned Van. It was like Br’er Rabbit begging to not be thrown in the briar patch. Even coated with his own cum, sucking those little tits was heaven for him. His two mistresses had been so right about daddies wanting their little girls. Without further encouragement, he started sucking and licking on the pert little nipples and small mounds of his 12-year-old daughter.

With the first round finished, Mike got everyone back together and ordered the Wilsons to get dressed again. The Bradys did have a plan for the day and after this minor distraction, they got back on track. They took the clothed Wilsons down to the basement and tied them all to the walls, except for Van. Each of the others had their hands and feet tied with rope so they were spread eagle flat against the wall. “Now, here’s the game,” said Mike. “You have to untie all of them, strip them, and tie them back up on a different wall. You also have to cuff yourself right here,” he pointed at cuffs that dangled from rings in the wall. “We’re going to give you half an hour to do that and then come down and enjoy you all. However, if we come down and find anyone untied, dressed, or in the same position we left them, that slave will be treated especially mean. So, it’s up to on how your family gets treated.”

Van saw the problem immediately. It had taken the Bradys five minutes to tie the five Wilsons to the wall. Even if he did get them untied, it would take him 25 minutes to tie them back up. But, as his tormentors left, he did his best. He fumbled with knots on Jill. They were harder to untie than he thought. While he untied Luke, Jill stripped and tied her ankles to the wall. Next, he frantically untied Simon. Luke was having a hard time tying himself up, so Van had to stop to tie Jill’s wrists, Luke’s wrists and ankles, and then Simon’s wrists and ankles. He looked at his watch and saw only five minutes remaining. No way could he do one more.

He walked up to Candy and whispered in her ear, “Well, you said you like being their slave. So, slave bitch, I’m leaving you dressed and tied in the same position. Ooo, I wonder what’s in store for you.” He smirked at her as he taunted her.

“You son of a bitch,” said Candy. Inwardly she said, thank you, daddy.

To his wife, Van gave the same treatment. “So, my little wifey likes being a slave. Sorry, slave bitch, but there isn’t time to save you. You’re fucked.”

“I hope so,” said Amy as he walked away.

Van quickly stripped and chained himself to the wall. Van knew that Jill, Luke, Simon, and he were in for some hard treatment as usual, but he looked forward to watching Candy and Amy suffer as slaves should… as they so desired.

At 30 minutes exactly, the door opened back up. The Bradys had no expectation that he could manage the entire task and were actually surprised he had gotten as far as he did.

Mike produced a pair of scissors and started cutting away Candy’s clothes. Inch by inch he cut through her shorts and shirt. Then, he snipped her bra straps off and pulled her bra off. Finally, he cut her panties so she was completely nude. Mike and Bobby untied Candy’s hands and pulled her to her knees. They Mike stripped and said, “Now, naughty little slave. I told you that you would be punished if I caught you still dressed. Open up wide and show me what a cock sucker you are.” For the second time in less than an hour, the teenager took her master’s cock inside her, but this time she could savor him in her mouth.

Greg and Peter completely untied Amy and stripped her. Then, they laid her on her stomach and started tying her hands. She recognized the position they were preparing for, “No, please, not that,” she pleaded. She honestly hated this position and the intense pain that went with it. Her hands and feet were all tied to ropes that went through the same pulley on the ceiling. When the two boys started pulling on the ropes, her hands and feet met behind her back and then she was lifted off the ground. The strain on her shoulders and hips was instantly painful and only started to get worse.

Candy watched her mother’s treatment out of the corner of her eye. By the time her mother was tied, she had swallowed Mike’s cum and Bobby’s cock was in her mouth. The little boy was finished quickly as well in her expert mouth. By the time her mother was screaming in pain, Candy was being tied in similar fashion. “Oh, God, no,” screamed Candy, never fighting her masters. It looked very painful. “Please, I’ll be a good girl next time. I’ll be naked for you next time. I’ll suck cock again. I’ll eat pussy. I’ll do anything.” She felt her arms and legs raise up behind her. “No, for God’s sake, no… I’ll do … eeeeeaaaaaaa,” she screamed in agony.

The two women were facing each other from different positions in the room. All they could do was scream and watch their counterpart scream. Then, they watched their counterpart’s back as their masters put candles on their butts and backs. They couldn’t see their own backside, but could see the other’s and knew the same thing was happening to them. With the candles lit, they watched hot wax flow and felt it upon themselves. Where they thought themselves incapable of more pain, they found they were wrong.

While the two “bad girls” were being punished, the other four slaves were getting their own torment. Jill and Van were chained to rings in the floor so they were on their hands and knees. Outfitted with leather harnesses, they were soon in the familiar little pony position. The two boy slaves put their cocks into the little ponies’ asses and started to ride them. Jill almost yawned at the feel of a two inch cock in her ass. God, she thought, I want more. Shit, somebody fuck my ass right. But, there were only mistresses attending to her, no one with a cock.

But, then, things perked up when Marsha said to her, “Just like a little girl who doesn’t know any better. Holding still while her little brother fucks her in the ass. Little bitch slave will do anything for a little thrill. Would you rather have him in your cunt? How about your mouth? Can Luke poke you right in the mouth? I know you’re dying for it. A little cock for a little girl.”

Jill whinnied and nodded. She was getting aroused from the words alone. Her body was saying, keep calling me a little girl and I’ll do anything you want. When Luke appeared in her face, she opened up and took his little cock in her mouth. It tasted terrible, but she cleaned it with her mouth and then started sucking in earnest on the small member.

Behind her, she felt liquid being rubbed on her asshole. She turned around to see who was poking around her ass and saw it was only Cindy. Maybe her mistress was going to finger her asshole. Beside her, Van was getting the same treatment. He had Simon in his mouth and Marsha playing with his ass. Jill turned to see what was going on behind her father and saw two cocks dangling between his legs. She did a double take and realized Marsha had a strap on.

Quickly Jill peered under herself, back between her own legs. She was just in time to see Cindy’s pelvis thrust forward. “Oooo, God all fucking mighty,” she screamed as the dildo penetrated to the hilt. Beside her she heard her daddy yell, “Oh, shit, it’s too fucking big.”

Suddenly the entire experience changed. Jill had an eight inch strap on banging in and out of her ass. She was on fire as the cock slid in and out. She’d forgotten about the small cock in her face and ignored it. She arched her back up with pleasure and pushed back as hard as she could. “Oh, please, mistress, that feels so wonderful. Fuck my ass hard, Cindy mistress. Ride my tight little girl ass. Make me the happiest slave in the world. Fuck my little girl ass because that’s what little girls are made for.” Her screams of pleasure blocked out the screams of pain coming from Candy and Amy.

Tied as they were, mom and daughter were in agony. Their skin burned from hot wax. The candles were removed and they waited for the next pain. But, it was reward rather than pain that came to them. The pain in their shoulders, elbows, hips, and knees didn’t fade. But both eagerly took a cock in their mouth and one in the cunt. Amy blew Peter while Greg fucked her from behind. “Fucking my Amy bitch,” said Greg and Amy wondered if she could cum while she was in such pain. She sucked hard and deep on Peter’s cock, enjoying the fullness of being taken from both ends at once.

Candy had Bobby’s cock in her mouth and Mike’s in her cunt. She looked up into Bobby’s eyes and knew what it was to be owned by a 10-year-old. Slave bitch that she was, she sucked harder on his cock, wanting to take his cum. She didn’t wonder about cumming, she did as Mike pounded her cunt. “Fuck,” she mouthed against Bobby’s cock. “Fuck my face, master.”

Bobby stopped for a second and said, “Ask me again, bitch.”

Candy was cumming a second time as she opened her mouth to reply. “Fuck my goddamn face you big hard bastard. Don’t fucking stop right now. Put that cock back in my mouth. I gotta have it. I gotta taste… mmmphf.”

“Holy shit, she’s cumming,” observed Mike.

Candy managed to spit out Bobby’s cock again and growled, “God damn right I’m cumming, master. Don’t you fucking stop. Please,” she was almost weeping at the thought of him stopping, “don’t ever stop. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Then she looked up at Bobby and said, “Back in, master, give it back.”

Mike could hardly have stopped right now. He wasn’t in control anymore. The tied, naked, sore bitch impaled on his cock was every bit in charge. He came hard, filling her with cum. He kept pounding as Candy kept up the most amazing reaction he’d ever seen. Bobby flooded her mouth with cum and she sucked him back to hardness. Then, she just went limp, totally spent.

At the same time, Amy went from wondering to cumming, too. Set off by her daughter’s horniness, Amy too learned the thrill of pleasure given in pain. She felt like yelling out as her daughter had, but she had a mouthful of cum before she could get any words out. Then, her cunt was full of cum and she too went limp. The two were quickly lowered and stretched out into a more comfortable position so their limbs could recover. But, Candy crawled halfway to Mike. Seeing her attempt, he met her halfway. The slave started kissing her master’s feet. “Please, master, don’t ever stop. Don’t ever send me away. Hurt me, fuck me, but God, make me cum like that and I’ll obey you forever.” Now she was crying, “Don’t ever stop. I deserve everything you can do to me. Please, don’t…stop.”

Cool, thought Bobby and walked up next to his dad. Candy didn’t disappoint him. She looked up and saw his face and started kissing his feet. “Thank you, master, thank you for letting me have your cock.”

All action had ceased in the basement. Everyone watched in amazement as Candy professed her undying obedience to her masters. Van and Amy tried to summon up some parental concern for their daughter, thinking she’d flipped out. But Van only managed to feel jealousy that she was throwing herself at another man’s feet. Amy could only wish she had the nerve to do the same thing. She fell short of kissing feet, but managed to say to Greg, “Yes, master, that was the most intense experience I’ve ever had. Please make me do that again.”

Candy’s pleas actually had a reverse effect on Mike, Greg, and Peter. Instead of owning her, they felt unworthy of her and wanted to pamper her for the suffering they’d just put her through. Bobby was ready to go again but he paused as no one else moved. Only one person fully understood Candy’s pleas. Jan walked up in front of her daddy and said, “Get Jill tied up and give her the same fucking treatment or else she’ll be wondering what she missed. If you’re gonna stand their like she’s ceramic, give me a goddamn strap on and I’ll give the bitch slave what she needs. I’ll make her the slave of a slave and make her scream some more. Cindy, you get over here with yours. You and me are gonna do Candy. Mom, you and… um…”

“Me,” said Bobby.

“Yeah, OK, mom, you and Bobby do Amy.” To the men she said, “You guys go do Jill and keep the boy toys happy.”

Jill found herself being dragged to where Amy had just been. “Oh, no, I don’t know about this,” she squirmed as they tried to tie her up. “It looked like this really hurts. I could skip this.” But, they didn’t stop and she was soon hanging by her hands and feet in a most uncomfortable position. Lighter than the other two, she wasn’t in as much pain until the hot wax poured over her sensitive skin.

While Jill was getting her dose of pain, Candy once again had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth. She was on her hands and knees, giving the plastic cocks as much attention as she had the real ones. Kneeling behind her, Jan thrust in and out as hard and fast as she could. At the same time, she slapped a wooden paddle across Candy’s ass again and again. “Fucking bitch slave,” growled Jan. “I’m gonna make you kiss my feet. You’re gonna be nothing but a slave of a slave. Are you ready to cum yet?”

Cindy pulled back so Candy could speak. “No, no,” said Candy frantically. “No, not yet. I’m close. Don’t stop.” Then to Cindy at her face she said, “Goddamn it, you stop one more time I’m going to bite it off. Give it to me.” She reached for it, but Cindy waved it out of her reach, then pushed it right at her and down the slave’s waiting throat. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” moaned Candy as she sucked.

Teasingly, Cindy pulled out again and said, “Tell me again.”

But, she didn’t get the answer she expected. Candy said, “Please, I want a slave in my cunt and a slave in my mouth. I want to taste cum, not plastic. Let my slave daddy fuck my face.” She also didn’t want Cindy to tease her anymore.

“You heard her, boy toy,” said Cindy.

Van jumped at the chance and pushed his cock into her mouth. “Suck my cock, slave bitch,” he said though she didn’t need any encouragement. He wasn’t in the mood for teasing his daughter and quickly picked up a rhythm that would drive him over the top.

Jan was concerned that Candy should be cumming by now. A change of strategy was needed. She handed the paddle to Cindy and said, “Spank me, please, I need it, too.” As Jan felt her ass warm, she leaned over Candy’s red ass and reached for the 17-year-old’s nipples. For just a second she lightly rubbed the older girl’s big tits, then pulled down hard on her tender nipples. Candy let out a muffled scream and then started cumming. The teen’s body started convulsing as the pain in her tits met the pleasure of an orgasm. Her mouth picked up speed, sucking like a mad woman. Her mouth filled with cum and she imagined her pussy getting the same treatment. As she collapsed in exhaustion again, the slave crawled to Cindy’s feet and started kissing them. “Thank you, mistress, for letting me belong to your slave. Thank you for making my daddy fuck my face.”

Jill was screaming in earnest now and begging to be let down. It was almost time for her double fucking.

Cindy took the paddle and spanked Jan a couple more times. “What do you think you were doing, slave?” she said. “Who said you could take charge like that? Who said you could dare to have a slave of your own.”

“Sorry, mistress,” pleaded Jan. “I was just trying to help my mistress understand what the slave bitch wanted.”

“Well, you’re going to have to be punished, you know.” Cindy led Jan over to a sweaty spot on the padded floor and told her to lay down on her stomach.

Jan looked up at the ropes dangling over her and said, “Thank you, mistress.” In less than two minutes, Jan was screaming as she too was hanging by her hands and feet, staring at the floor.

Jan felt hot wax running down the crack of her tender ass as Jill took a cock in both ends. Bobby and Carol fucked the 12-year-old until she came, too. With a tummy full of fresh cum and a well fucked pussy, she was lowered down and laid out. She had enjoyed the experience as well, but thought her sister and mother had used the wrong post fucking strategy. You don’t tell your masters you enjoyed it, she thought, or else they will stop doing it. Instead, she said, “Don’t know what those fucking cunts were so hot about. That hurt like hell. Don’t ever do that to me again.” Her demanding tone made Bobby and Carol look at each other in amazement. Both of the same mind, they hauled the defiant slave back into the air. Jill could hardly keep from grinning. “No, please, I said not again.”

Jill took her daddy in her cunt and Simon in her mouth while hanging in helpless pain. She came three more times before her daddy filled her with cum and she swallowed Simon’s load.

The pain alone was enough to arouse Jan close to an orgasm and no one had started to fuck her yet. “Please, Daddy, touch my pussy. I’m so hot. I’m so close. Just touch me.” But, of course he didn’t. That did mean of course, that when Greg poked her in the cunt she started cumming immediately. Mike fed her cock in her mouth in what had suddenly become the slave bitches’ favorite position. The masters and mistresses were all turned on by the screams and the incredible orgasms, thus ensuring the continued use of that position well into the future.

On the way home from their ordeal, Amy and Candy laid back in exhaustion, still savoring the wonderful orgasms they’d had. “So, you didn’t much care for your turn, Jill, or should I say turns,” said Van. He chuckled at the second dose of pain she’d set herself up for. “Got more than you expected with your back talk.”

“Well, daddy, I was the only one who got to do it twice. So back talk does have its rewards.”

Candy slowly raised her head to stare at her sister. “You mean you wanted to do it twice?”

Jill nodded.

“You mean you lied to them?”

Jill nodded.

“You mean you really did like it?”

“Yeah, sis,” said Jill. “And I mean I’m really smarter than you and mom. Shit, I thought Mike, Greg, and Peter were going to burst into tears at your devotion, kissing feet and all that shit. Hell, my way, they hauled me up again so fast I was practically still cumming from the first time.”

Jill smugly smiled at the rest of her family and laid her head back. “Yep, I sure do like going to see the Bradys.”