Perverts 'R' Us

Miss Cross Requests (1)

By DePravity ( F/solo, mast, S/M )

Miss Tanya Cross is 33. Miss Cross is a single woman who now lives alone. Miss Cross lives in a nice house in a nice street in a nice town not too far from Kansas City; she's a teacher who travels from school to school teaching English and Music to children of limited ability and others. Miss Cross is 5' 10'' and 170 pounds with shoulder length dark brown hair and she is a virgin. Not a virgin in the technical sense, her hymen vanished long ago, but in the un-violated by man or woman, dog, goat or pony, sense.

Born in the house she lives in now, it was built by her grandfather, improved by her father and kept clean and polished by her mother. At school she studied hard, played a little sport and was remarkably unremarkable. She went to college and trained to be a teacher and got a job in and around the town she grew up in.

Her seventh years' teaching was marred by the sudden and tragic death of both parents in a car accident. She took time off, to recover from her grief and called Goodwill to get rid of their stuff, sorted through the house and paperwork and made some interesting discoveries.

The first was that she was comfortably off, not rich, but her parents had been shrewd and careful with money and left her enough that she didn't have to work, but she knew would continue to do so because she loved it.

The second was the cellar that she'd rarely, if ever, visited, it had the usual plumbing, heating and old junk in the corners that she'd better tidy up and throw out with all those bits of lumber, old bicycle parts and assorted debris that she found there. That was until she found the door. She'd never noticed before, how much smaller the cellar was than the house above. She'd never noticed the door at the back, under where the stairs came down. She'd never noticed that the door was strong and locked with a special security lock that she'd never seen the key for.

She tried to open it by force but it was too strong and too well constructed and she didn't want to wreck it, so as she continued her clearing and cleaning, she went key hunting.

Miss Cross had cleared her parent's room of their clothes and personal items keeping their huge old bed, the vast mirrored dressing table that faced the end of the bed and the other furniture. She started to search for the key in there. She emptied closets, tipped out drawers and turned the huge mattress over, nothing. After three days of on and off searching she noticed that one of the drawers she'd tipped out had been turned over and there, stuck to the underside with tape, was a key. The key, it had to be.

She put it on top of the dressing table and wondered at the strange place to keep it. Although she was dying to find out what was through the door, the evening was coming and she'd made plans. She put all the drawers back in place and tidied the room, made the bed and finished moving her stuff into what was parent's room and was now hers. The last thing she carried through was a black leather hold-all that normally sat in the back corner of her closet covered in spare blankets.

She ate, showered and walked naked into her new bedroom. She lay back on the bed and looked at herself reflected in the bed dressing mirror.

There were some things that Miss Cross had hidden successfully from the world for all her adult life. One; was a body that a porn star would have killed for and another, was that she was a world class masturbator. If they'd have given Olympic medals for diddling yourself, she'd be gold medal with clusters and bars.

The body would be considered by some, a little on the heavy side, with soft curves and fleshy delights. Her boobs, which weighed heavy in the 38G bra she wore normally, had prominent dark pink nipples that extended to over half an inch when hard and a curvy ass that led to smoothly swelling thighs that led back up to a pretty shaven pussy with plump cunt lips that opened to reveal inside, a pink confection that oozed juices and looked delicious.

No other hand or paw had touched, stroked or even seen these wonders, only the hand of their owner who knew them pore by pore.

She reached over to the hold-all; it opened to reveal enough sex toys to open a small shop. Her parents had never queried the anonymous packages that had arrived from time to time or saw her credit card bills that named stores with strange and erotic names or looked at her elderly computers bookmarks and the stores it listed.

She rummaged through the bag, and with a sigh found the first item she needed, a pair of padded nipple clamps with sprung jaws and secondly a yellow vibrator, not overly large, but big enough. Miss Cross had been busy and emotionally drained by the death of her parents and all the follow-up work and she need a relaxing unwinding diddle, not a mind-blowing body draining explosion that would leave her shattered and helpless for hours.

Her body was already reacting to what it knew was to cum. Her nipples had swollen and stiffened and as she clipped one, then the other, nipple clamp into position. She felt the sweet ache going from her breasts, down her body and sparking into her moist pussy. One hand trailed down and opened her wet lips, looking for her clit; the other picked up the vibrator, switched it on and let it drift downwards before slowly slipping it inside herself. Her body rippled as she felt it go in and her breathing quickened. This was not going to last long, she was ready to pop.

Another secret of Miss Cross's life was that she was a pervert. She was a dirty, filthy slutty, child-molesting, dog-fucking whore. Only in her head, but when the warmth of her sexual arousal inflamed her senses then the video camera inside her head switched on, her mind filled with sick twisted images of sexual perversion and depravity that led her on to greater arousal and eventual release.

She saw pictures of some of the mentally enfeebled children she taught being abused and molested by her and other shadowy figures that also gratified themselves with each other; there were animals and adults and children, some bound and tied and sometimes she was bound, tied and abused. The images flickered in her head and burned in her brain, the heat enveloping her body as she crested the wave of her orgasm.

She eased the vibrator out of her soaked cunt and removed the nipple clamps, enjoying the ache as feeling returned. Smiling contentedly to herself she went to sleep thinking about tomorrow and the mystery of the key.

Morning came, the sun rose and the key beckoned. She did the usual things that everyone does in the morning and then slipped the key into the pocket of her faded blue denim shirtdress.

Miss Tanya Cross went down into that cellar, but somebody very different came back.

She had a sudden fear that it might have been the wrong key, but it slid in, turned with ease and a heavy lock could be heard tumbling open. She pushed the door and it swung with a weight and sigh of heavy equipment. She noticed the door was several inches thick, very solid and seemed to fit with the precision of a safe door. It was black inside as she stepped in; she called out, feeling foolish as she did so.

The sound of her voice was dead as if the room was soundproofed. She could hear the faint sound of air-con. Her hands felt along the walls for a light switch, found it and as the lights came on she discovered she standing in a small hallway. To her left was a good sized shower and rest-room then through another doorway to the left she could see clothes hanging on hooks and rails. To her right was a small office with two chairs, desks, computers and screens.

Moving down the little hallway she moved into the main room. Her eyes searched for more light switches as the interior was dark and little light was coming from behind her. On the wall she saw a lighting control panel and she randomly switched one on.

All around the rooms the lights came on. They were electric candle bulbs in iron sconces that flickered and lit the whole room with a clear but eerie light. What she saw stopped her heart for a moment and as she turned her head frantically from side to side, trying to take it all in, she fell to her knees, stunned and frightened.

The room was about twenty feet square; its walls paneled in dark, oiled wood gleaming dully, from the walls hung chains and harnesses in steel, leather and wood. From the ceiling about nine feet above the floor were more of the same and on the floor were benches, stools and other bizarre contraptions. Attached to the walls were beautifully made crosses and racks of implements.

She could hear her own breath loud in her ears as her head spun and her body shook in shock.

How, who, what? All tumbled though her mind and she only had one answer. Her parents. That sweet couple who'd raised her and worked tirelessly in the community. They were kinky perverts and she felt herself laughing as the guilt she had suffered for years fell away. She came by her kinkiness honestly, she'd inherited it.

She stood, shaking, her body weak with shock and turmoil.

Answers, she needed answers. Returning to the office, she sat at one of the two oversized black leather chairs and turned on the main computer. The opening screen came up and asked for a password. She tried her parent's names, Terry and Mary, dates of birth, anniversaries, her birthday and any other number that she could think of.

Her brain still spinning she went upstairs and made herself a large mug of coffee and went back. Sitting in front of the mocking screen she suddenly darted at the keyboard TANYA. So simple, it worked.

The icons on the desktop called her, but one in particular caught her eye, "for Tanya" it was called and she clicked it open to discover a letter, to her, from her parents.

To our darling daughter.

If you are reading this then something awful has happened to us. We decided to leave this letter here knowing that your curiosity would lead you to it.

Don't be shocked or alarmed by what you find; as we know that there is a secret side to you that only you and we know about. Open the camera file and click number 2 then come back here.

She did and was astonished as it opened to a picture of her old bedroom. Tanya realized at once that this was a live camera feed as it showed the room in the abandoned state she had left it in. She moved the mouse involuntarily and the camera moved, she fiddled a bit more and soon found she could pan, tilt and zoom. Her body flushed and her face reddened as she realized what the camera would have shown.

Surprise, we ha so much pleasure in watching you enjoy your body. Now go back to the camera file and try the other numbers. Then return.

Her fingers trembles as she did so. She went from button to button and saw her parent's room, the living room, the shower room and then several different views of the cellar, labeled, dungeon cam.

Tanya darling, you know that life is made up of choices, so here is your first. Take and axe and destroy this computer, then remove all the cameras and incriminating evidence from the dungeon and forget all this, or… open the next file. Whatever your decision we love you and miss you.

Tears grow in her eyes as she read the message and she sat back and thought about what her parents had said.

She hesitated for all of two minutes and then without thought her finger clicked the next file.

File one was named "Tanya" and it opened to another letter.

Wherever we are now I just won five bucks of your mom. She thought you'd chicken. I knew better. Slip your hand between your legs, darling girl, and we'll tell you a story.

Her hand obediently slid into the hot moisture of her pussy-lips as she read on.

Your mother and I are kinky to the point of depravity. We decided to leave you out of our games until you found someone of your own but that never happened. We do know that you are not the girl that the world sees. We've spent hours playing with each other and a few selected friends watching you masturbate.

Her body heated and she was embarrassed to the extreme but also titillated by the thought.

We also know about your diary.

The embarrassment grew acute and she flushed from head to toe, but her fingers continued to excite herself.

It's very revealing; by the way, do get a better password than your date of birth. Your mother and I read it from the day you started recording your first sexual explorations of your own body, your first orgasm and your thoughts as they grew more and more like our own. You are a child we are proud of. However it is now for you to start living the life of a pervert, not just dreaming about it.

We've spent years cultivating the right friends and brining the ones we wanted into our circle, some willingly and some more reluctant. I'll go into details of how we do that later. If you go back to the desktop and open the 'Archive' file you may be surprised. Take some time to flick through some of the files at random then return and open the next file.

WARNING; this is your last chance to lead the life of a suburban school lady, after this there's no turning back.

Strumming her clit gently with one hand the other moved the cursor until it hovered over the archive file. Sexual heat wafted through her body, her nipples were swollen and her breathing more aggressive. Her fingers hesitated for a moment and then, click.

The archive file opened and file upon file tumbled out. They were listed in some unknown filing system and she clicked one at random.

The opening shot was of her mother, naked, tied to one of the wall racks in the shape of a cross. Her arms wide apart, her legs held impossibly wide by a spreader bar, her nipples had weights hanging from clamps that pulled her already long nipples to over an inch and a half long. The lights reflected gleam was shining from the moisture on her thighs that oozed down from her shaven cunt. The camera moved on to the adjacent wall at right-angles to her, also naked was her father similarly secured His erection was powerful and swollen and at least eight inches long, pre-cum formed an endless glistening string to the floor. In contrast to her mother's nakedness he was dressed in nylons and high heeled black patent leather pumps. Instead of weights from his nipples he had some arrangement of straps that secured his ball sack and the weights swung between his widespread knees.

Tanya's body reacted to the shocking sight by cumming instantly and the need for more cums rolled on as she saw more. The audio clearly picked up the raping breathing of them both and the sound of high heels walking towards them. Into the shot walked Madeline.

Madeline, sweet little Madeline from down the street, that Madeline. Madeline the eleven-year-old daughter of the town's mayor, Madeline the little girl who playing in the garden and always waved and chatted with Miss Cross, that Madeline.

She was made up like a hooker, heavy dark eye make-up, her hair dressed and blown dry, lips the color of dark, ripe cherries and naked apart from thigh high spike heeled shiny black boots. She stood short and proud, her puffy pre-formed tits and their perky hard nipples and her little girl slit showing pink and wet lips.

'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Cross, nice to see you again' she giggled as she walked up to Tanya's mother and set the weights from her nipples swinging wildly, then turned to Tanya's father and did the same to the weights hanging from his scrotum. Both adults whimpered and kept silent.

By now Tanya had two fingers inside herself as her thumb caressed her clit

Sweet little Madeline tied both sets of weights together, so that any sudden movement by one of her victims pulled the cords and weights tighter on the other.

"You know what I have to do now, don't you?" She said reaching over to one of the racks of implements and holding a thin leather strap about twelve inches long.

"Now do try to stay still and not hurt your partner, won't you?"

With that she slashed the strap across the imprisoned woman's thighs. She jumped in pain, pulling the cords tight and tugging at her husband's sensitive ball-sack.

"That wasn't very good now. Was it Mrs. Cross? Lets try this" and she slashed across the mans nipples. He jumped with the pain and the cords dragged hard on his wife's already overextended nipples.

"Hopeless, the pair of you" she giggled again, the sound incongruous from the perverted child. Her free hand reached over and caressed Mary's sodden cunt, hanging the strap over Terry's angry red cock that she then stroked teasingly. Both of them squirmed in pleasure but the motion caused the cords to pull and the pleasure was laced with pain.

Tanya was in a sexual reverie, her cunt flowing with juice and her body was alight with passion. As the two fingers probed inside her, she was digging her thumbnail into her clit dosing herself with pleasure and pain.

Much as she wanted to see more of her parent's degradation, there was so much more to see.

She clicked another file at random.

Her room, herself naked on the bed, ankles, spread wide, secured to the bed-end, heavy tight latex panties holding in a large black vibrator in her cunt and another in her ass. Writhing and twisting is restrained orgasm after orgasm.

She felt herself cumming in sympathy with herself on the screen, the mortification of knowing that her parents had watched all this and more, only made it more delicious.

Orgasm done with but still humming like a sexually charged dynamo she went back to the letter and clicked onto the next file as instructed.

Comments, criticisms, ideas, I am: DePravity1@yahoo.com

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