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Lyle's Revenge 
by Don Winslow
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DISCLAIMER:  The following is a work of fiction.  All fictional characters 
depicted here are at least 18 years of age (or 21 if local government officials 
insist on it). The story contains non-consensual sex, a situation which the 
author does not advocate. If reading about that offends you, you are free to 
leave the page now.  Since what you are about to read is not real, it remains a 
fantasy, and if the line between fantasy and reality is firmly established in 
reader's mind, this should pose no problem.  If you are unsure as to what is 
real and what is not real, perhaps you should seek professional help.
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Part 1
First, they hauled Wheeler's ass off to jail.  Chaney, must have knew he was 
next, cause he flew the coop. That left Lyle, their leader, and the last member 
of the gang.  And he had already figured out what he was going to do.  He was 
not going to make a break for it -- that was too dangerous.  His plan was to lay 
low, real low.  He would not even set foot outside the trailer.  From time to 
time, one of the boys would be sent out for food and beer and the newspapers.  
And so for the next couple of weeks, he watched and waited for the heat to die 
down. 
Lyle wasn't actually worried, but he was, by nature, cautious.  It was smart to 
be extra careful at a time like this.  After all, there was no way the cops 
could tie him to Wheeler -- as long as that asshole kept his mouth shut.  The 
jobs they had pulled together were squeaky clean, he thought with pride.  He was 
the one that made sure they always wore gloves; never left a trace.  He planned 
each job out in advance, right down to the getaway route, and how they would 
fence the stuff with some guy Chaney knew in the east end.  They pulled off job 
after job, each slick as a whistle; Lyle was the mastermind behind the whole 
thing.  As long as they both listened to him, he told them time and time again, 
they would do all right.
But Wheeler had to go and ruin it!  Lyle liked having a good time as well as the 
next guy; since LuAnn had left them, he was horny as hell most of the time. Yes, 
Lyle definitely liked sex -- especially his kind of sex.  But he was too smart 
to be caught chasing after cunts.  Wheeler, on the other hand, was one of those 
boys who just couldn't keep it in his pants.  Some broad would let him have a 
little whiff of pussy, and he'd be off, his dick hanging out while she lead him 
around by the nose.  If  he hadn't been trying so hard to get in the pants of 
that big-titted waitress at  the Mainliner, the dumb shit would have never been 
caught. How stupid could he be: trying to steal that shiny new Camero from right 
in front of the mall in broad daylight!  Lyle shook his head; more in sadness 
now, than in anger.  And all so he could impress some cunt!  Not one ounce of 
common sense.  That's what LuAnn had said about Wheeler; she was right!
So while Wheeler sat in jail, Lyle spent his days sipping beer, watching TV, and 
hanging around the trailer; he had plenty of time on his hands -- time to think.  
And one day, as he sat sprawled on the couch in front of the TV, he saw 
something that changed forever the way he had been doing business.  He was 
flipping through the channels when a picture came on of a magnificent home being 
shown on one of those realtor's programs.  He had the sound off, but the 
unbelievable price flashed across the bottom of the screen along with the 
prestigious address in Matchwood Estates -- the most exclusive part of town.  As 
picture after picture unfolded of the luxurious interior, the pool, the game 
room, the spacious (and isolated) grounds, it hit Lyle like a ton of bricks: 
This was money!  Really big money!  And it was only a few miles away (although 
in many ways it was a world away from the seedy trailer park that Lyle currently 
called home).
So far the gang had picked houses in nearby neighborhoods, moving from one area 
to another, more or less at random, but always confining themselves to houses in 
the immediate suburbs, nice respectable places, but nothing too classy.  They 
would case out the situation, slowly cruising around the block, on the look out 
for houses that seemed deserted, the occupants out for the day. It was a living, 
but really he didn't get much to show for it, especially after the three-way 
split.
But now the big dream came to him in a sudden flash, as it eventually does to 
every petty crook: Why not a really big score?  Now Lyle had never heard of John 
Dillinger, but he would have instinctively saw the wisdom of that renown crook's 
answer that he robbed banks because that was where the money was.  Lyle knew 
what to do.  He would go to where the money was!
But Lyle had a problem.  He was a boss without a gang. If he were to go big time 
like that, he'd need a couple of guys, guys he could trust.  While he musing 
over this problem, he heard the screen door slam and turned to look over his 
shoulder at Cody, his oldest boy, who clomped into the small kitchen, and headed 
right for the refrigerator.  Cody, unlike his sharp faced father, was husky and 
coarse featured.  The elder Spooner had a body that was sinewy, hard, and lean 
as a whippet; the boy had the broad shoulders and stocky frame of a high school 
lineman, although he never played football in his short-lived, but notorious, 
high school career.  He had a shock of dusty blond hair, while his father and 
his brother Eugene had the same thin, mousy colored hair.  Most people, seeing 
the three of them together, saw the immediate resemblance between Lyle and the 
skinny, wiry teenager, Eugene; they might well wonder about Lyle's parentage of 
his oldest boy; that is, until they saw they saw their eyes.  All three male 
members of the Spooner family had the same hard gray eyes -- small, tight-faced 
eyes that viewed the world with shrewdness, and a deep sense of profound 
suspicion.
****
Melissa Coleman-Bainbridge stepped in front of the full-length mirror for a one 
final check.  She looked critically at the tall, attractive brunette with the 
fine broad face and high cheekbones whose large blue eyes stared back at her, 
alert and bright.  A big woman with full hips and substantial breasts, Melissa 
carried her weight well.  Her generous curves were nicely confined by a soft 
rose-colored business suit.  Her eyes inspected the open front of the trim 
jacket and the plum silk blouse she wore buttoned up to its high collar.  
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the skirt, she gave it one final 
adjustment.  Then, gripping the sides of the snug tailored skirt, she gave it a 
little extra tug assuring that it lay perfectly in place, draping her softly 
rounded hips and falling to the knees of a pair of long, nyloned legs that 
tapered down to the sensible heels she wore; violet pumps that added another 2 
inches to her already impressive height.
Turning to look over her shoulder, she ran a flattened hand down over her 
haunches, smoothening the skirt into place one last time.  She gave a curt nod 
of approval as she inspected her rear view in the mirror.  'Not bad!' she 
decided, giving herself a light pat on the rump.
Turning back, she leaned closer to the mirror to assure herself that her makeup 
was evenly applied, lipstick smooth and properly blotted, precisely defining her 
full, wide lips.  She slid her tongue across her lips, leaving them glistening, 
then raked clawed fingers through her luxuriant mane of shiny black hair and 
lifted it up in back to let the thick, wavy mass settle softly on her slim 
shoulders. 
Just at that moment her bedroom door opened, causing Melissa to turn to see her 
oldest daughter come in, a look of mild consternation on her pale brow. 
"Mom, can you drive me to campus?  The garage said my car won't be ready till 
tomorrow."
Melissa turned to fully regard the willowy college girl and was once more struck 
by the youthful innocent look of her oldest daughter, ash-blond hair pulled back 
from her neat pale features and tied in a perky pony tail.  Kelly wore a loose, 
oatmeal colored sweatshirt, with sleeves pushed up to bare her straight supple 
arms.  She had been in blue jeans since fifth grade, but recently she had given 
up the loose-fitted, baggy jeans for ones that more closely defined her slender, 
narrow-hipped form.  In Melissa's mind this was a definite, if modest, 
improvement, for Kelly had the kind of trim, youthful figure that looked pretty 
good in a pair of tight jeans.  It was the best she could hope for; she had long 
ago despaired of ever seeing her eldest daughter in a skirt and a pair of heels 
again.  Kelly had, on more than one occasion, made it clear to her mother that 
in her view dressing up meant dressing to please men.  And that was something 
she simply would not do!
She was her own woman.  A thoroughly modern young women, independent and strong; 
one who insisted on dressing comfortably and simply.  She disdained the 
hairdresser, and all the feminine trappings of cosmetics, turning up her pert 
nose at style and fashion.   Jeans and sneakers were de regeur -- her new school 
uniform.
"Sure, Hon.  But we have to leave in ten minutes.  Where's your sister?"
"I dunno.  Guess she's still in bed."
"What?!"
Melissa turned on her heel and flew off to Penelope's bedroom.  Flinging open 
the door, she found the eighteen-year-old curled up in a tangle of bedclothes, 
still sound asleep.  For a moment she paused, arrested by the sight of the young 
girl who looked so peacefully innocent in sleep, delicate lashes closed, the 
bell of short caramel hair falling softly over her small, placid face. The girl 
lay sprawled on her side, her reedy body curved in shallow arc, her small 
bottom, encased in a pair of flowered panties, jutted backward, while her lithe 
torso was bowed forward from the hips, loosely covered with a thin cotton 
nightshirt.  The light-weight pajamas left the girl's coltish limbs bare; one 
arm flung high overhead, one thin leg pulled up and bent at the knee, the other 
extended so that the bare foot rested near the end of the bed next to the open 
door. 
Stepping up, Melissa reached for the convenient ankle and shook it vigorously, 
rousting the teenager, urging
her sleep-laden body up and out of bed, then sending her off to the bathroom 
with an affectionate swat on her pantied behind.  She watched the slender supple 
figure in the long nightshirt stretch languidly, moving with the grace of an 
awakening fawn, padding barefoot down the carpeted hall, sashaying along, in no 
particular hurry. 
"Hurry up, Penny! We're late! And we have to leave in ten minutes," her 
exasperated mother called after the girl, trying to impress the dawdling 
adolescent with the sense urgency she herself was beginning to feel.  The firm 
had scheduled a partner's meeting at ten o'clock this morning.  The traffic 
would be terrible, and she was running late today, but she definitely intended 
to make it to that meeting on time!
****
Lyle watched the electrically-operated gates glide smoothly open to permit the 
cream-colored Mercedes to nose its way cautiously out of the stone driveway.  
Next to him, he felt Eugene tense up in anticipation.  He glanced over at Cody 
whose coarse features were set tight so as to betray no emotion.  He too was 
watching the car disappear, intent and keyed up.  The boys'd be a bit jittery, 
it being their first job and all, but they'd be okay once they got started.  
After all, all they had to do was follow his orders.  The Mercedes turned onto 
Hunter Green Road, heading south towards the Freeway.  Lyle settled back and 
checked his watch; 7:30, right on time, he noted with satisfaction, and his lips 
curled in thin cunning smile of the shrewd, but not-too-bright.    
The old man in the big expensive car always left at 7:30.  They had been 
watching for almost a week now, and the routine never varied.  First the blond 
girl left in the bronze Honda -- a juicy little piece if he ever saw one, Lyle 
thought, with a twinge of lust. The bronze car, normally parked in the driveway,  
was gone by the time they got there today.  Then the old man left, and finally, 
always by 8:15, the garage door opened again, and the woman and the girl drove 
off in the silver Accura.
  
He remembered the first time he saw her.  Now that was a broad worth fucking, he 
thought, warmed by the memory of the attractive dark-haired woman as she drove 
blithely by while he slunk down behind the wheel of the truck.  Yeah, a real 
classy piece of ass!  A good-looking, rich cunt, with not a care in the world, 
Lyle surmised, going to drop her kid off at some fancy school.  She always left 
right after her old man; never later than 8:15.
It was now almost quarter to nine.  Maybe they left early today, he thought, 
speculating, wary, as he scanned the house for signs of life.  A minute or two 
past; the big, sprawling house seemed totally deserted.  Lyle decided to act.  
They would approach cautiously, edging around behind the shrubs to the back deck 
where he knew there were  sliding glass doors that opened into the basement rec 
room.  Those double doors would be easy.
Pulling the stocking mask in place he reached fior the car door.  "Let's go," he 
muttered, slipping out of the truck without bothering to look back at the boys.
****
A quick look around the corner of the house revealed that the basement was 
deserted.  He could see the into the rec room:  a large screen television, a 
wall filled with expensive stereo equipment, a ping-pong table, an exercise bike 
and other pieces of gym equipment that showed that someone was into physical 
fitness.  It took Lyle less than a minute to pick the almost useless lock on the 
sliding glass doors.  Moving carefully, he eased the glass panel back, and with 
one stretching step he was inside, impatiently waving a hand behind him to urge 
his brood to follow.  His pulse was racing as he strained to detect the 
slightest noise.  Keenly alert, he entered the strange house that had the 
definite smell of money about it.  He would make a quick look around the 
basement before going upstairs.  As he turned down the hallway between the rec 
room and what he assumed must be the garage, Lyle came face to face with the 
woman, standing there, as tall as he was in her high heeled shoes so that their 
eyes met evenly for a split second.
Her blue eyes widened in alarm and her mouth fell open, but the intended scream 
never came out.  Reacting instinctively, Lyle lunged forward and drove a fist 
straight into the woman's solar plexis; the scream turned into a strangled grunt 
as Melissa folded in half, and crumpled to her knees, gasping for air.  In a 
flash, the old streetfighter was on the big woman, toppling her over.  Before 
she knew what was happening, she was rolled onto her belly, a hand clamped her 
mouth, and her head was pulled back painfully.  As she struggled, a wicked blade 
flashed into place before her panic-stricken eyes.  An instant later she could 
feel its edge pressed lightly against her throat.
"Quiet!" he hissed, letting her get the feel of the switchblade.  "Reeeeeal 
quiet...and no one gets hurt!"  The words were low and menacing.  Melissa felt 
hot breath on the side of her face and strained back a bit more to give the 
knife more room. The hushed words sent a shudder through her, but paralyzed with 
fear, she managed to hold herself perfectly rigid, hardly daring to swallow the 
lump that rose in her throat.
"Get something to tie her up with." She heard the raspy whisper near her ear.  
It took several long minutes, while the intruder held her pinned down, a knee 
pressed hard between her shoulderblades.  Her craning neck was held back, 
stretched and exposed to the deadly blade.  Behind her, she heard others 
rummaging through the room.
Eugene scrounged around and came up with a roll of duct tape.  Cody assisted his 
father, pulling the woman's arms behind her, and binding her wrists together 
with the tape.  Their captive was forced to open her mouth to accept a rolled 
gym sock that one of the boys had found in the closet.  Another band of silver 
tape was plastered across her gaping mouth, securing the makeshift gag in place.  
Above the gag, Melissa's helpless eyes were wide with the frantic, desperate 
look of a doe caught in the headlights.  She felt grateful when the knife was 
withdrawn and her head allowed to fall forward.  The most she could do was utter 
a frightened little whimper.
Lyle stood up and shook his head.  He had to think. For some reason, they were 
late today!  He had seen the old man leave, he was sure of that, but were the 
girls still at home?  After one final check of his captive, he pulled the boys 
aside and whispered his instructions.  Leaving Eugene with the woman, he and 
Cody crept stealthily up the stairs, knives drawn and ready.
"Mom, where are you?" The two men froze in place at the sound of the plaintive 
female voice just above them.   "We got to leave now, or I'm gonna be late for 
class!"
They heard the rush of impatient footsteps, and the door at the top of the 
stairs was flung open to reveal the blond girl standing before them.  In a split 
second the intruders charged up the few remaining stairs and made a grab for the 
girl who shrieked with fright at the sudden attack from the darkened stairwell.
She was still twisting, resisting with all her might as she screamed out for her 
sister to go get help.  Leaving the struggling blonde in Cody's bear-like clasp, 
Lyle run swiftly through the house, quickly checking each room before pounding 
up the stairs to the second floor.  As he stood at the top of the stairs, his 
heart racing, he saw a closet door snap shut.  He had her!
****
Lyle watched as the bulging trash bags were hauled out to the truck.  The boys 
worked silently, going room by room, thoroughly searching the place, as he had 
taught them.  Swiftly and efficiently, they emptied the big house of anything 
that might bring a decent price.  He looked at his watch -- just over an hour 
since they started.  Not bad!
Now he felt better; he could afford to let himself relax.  Things were 
definitely under control.  Maybe it hadn't worked out exactly the way he had 
planned, but they had what they wanted, and there was still plenty of time, 
maybe even time for a little fun. The thought brought an evil curl to his thin 
lips as he turned to study his prisoners.
End of Part 1
Part 2
The three folding chairs had been set up facing the sofa.  Each now held a bound 
and gagged captive:  the rich man's wife, still perfectly attired in her in her 
expensive suit, the college student in faded jeans and that oatmeal-colored 
sweatshirt, and the leggy teenager, clad in her fresh schoolgirl's uniform.  All 
three were bound hand and foot with bands of silver duct tape; their wide, 
terrified eyes following the ransacking intruders as they carried bag after bag 
out to the truck.  When the last of the loot had been stashed in the truck, the 
boys came through the door and paused, looking to their father for further 
instructions. 
"Good work, boys. We still got plenty of time, so we might as well have a little 
fun.  I've been thinking that maybe it's time I got to teaching you a few things 
about women."  The boys looked at each other, and under the press of the 
stocking masks they exchanged wicked grins.
Lyle moved in that easy way of his, slowly and deliberately stepping up in front 
of Melissa, who mewed her protest into her gag at his menacing approach.  Panic 
stricken, the dark-haired woman tossed her head from side to side at each step 
that brought the masked intruder closer to the chair where she sat helpless, her 
hands tied behind her back.
 
Lyle stood for a moment looking down on his captive, contemplating her lush, 
well-made body, the heaving swells of her tempting bosom.  A wave of lust passed 
over him; he had to see her breasts!  As he went to reach for her, she brayed 
loudly, shaking her head in vehement refusal.  As if by magic, a switchblade 
appeared in the man's hand.  He bent down holding the blade within inches of her 
terror-stricken eyes, and he brought his lips close as in a low menacing voice, 
he warned her in no uncertain terms.
"Now you listen to me, cunt.  I don't take no shit from any woman, let alone a 
rich bitch like you.  So don't you get me mad, and we'll get along just fine."  
Then, more reasonably,  "Me and the boys are gonna have a little fun, that's 
all.  You be nice, and nobody's gonna get hurt.  But if you make me mad, I'll 
cut you -- cut you real good.  And then I'll take care of them," he said, 
flicking the point of the blade to where the girls sat stiff with fright, lined 
up beside their terrified mother.  "You understand!"
He waited.  She looked up to behold a pair of cold gray eyes, snake eyes that 
peered down at her without blinking.  A shudder ran through Melissa.  She 
dropped her gaze in defeat, and her fine lashes fluttered closed.  He saw her 
head nod, and Lyle smiled.
"That's good.  Now, let's just take a look at what we've got here."
Once again he reached for the top button of the silken blouse, and this time 
there was no resistance as he began undoing the high-banded collar.  Melissa 
held her breath, hardly daring to breathe as slowly, methodically, the man 
opened the buttons down the front of the plumb-colored blouse.  The ever 
widening vee revealed the smooth contours of the woman's neck and upper chest 
and a bulging pair of hefty breasts, snugly ensconced in the delicate filigreed 
cups of a mocha-colored brassiere.  Once the blouse was completely undone, he 
pulled apart the loose halves to better expose the taut, nicely rounded bulges 
straining the curved confines of the gossamer cups. The shadowy disks of 
puckered nipples were dimly visible against the press of the contoured film. 
 
Suddenly the knife was up against her chest; Melissa stiffened and sucked in a 
shivering breath.  She felt the tip scratch lightly at the skin just at the 
center of  her cleavage.  With a flick of his wrist, Lyle neatly severed the 
restraining bra at the critical juncture precisely between the two cups. The bra 
popped open and the woman's generous breasts sprung free, shimmying liquidly 
before settling into place before Lyle's delighted eyes.
"Well now, look't them babies!" he marveled, taking in the slightly pendulous, 
full mounds that jutted out so boldly, tipped with their oversized, russet-
tinted aureolae. "Nice tits, huh boys?" he continued.  "Didn't I tell you the 
bitch had a sweet set of jugs?"
  	
Melissa was thoroughly humiliated!  She had never felt so helpless in all her 
life!   Over her gag, she could do nothing but stare at the crowing robber, 
feeling deeply embarrassed and frightened, yet seething with anger.  To be 
exposed, topless before this leering lout was humiliating enough; the best she 
could hope now for was that he would get his fill of her, and leave her girls 
alone.
Under the distorting stretch of the tinted nylon, Lyle's smile widened into a 
truly an evil grin. He stared at her naked breasts for a moment, then reached 
forward with the knife in his hand.  A few quick snips cut the shoulder straps, 
and he pulled the mutilated bra free and tossed it aside.  Looking straight into 
her eyes, he eased jacket and blouse back off her shoulders and shoved them all 
the way down in back, so his captive sat bare-breasted, her twisted clothes down 
around her bound arms. 
 
Now he took a step back so he might better admire her handsome breasts, so 
openly displayed, enjoying the sight of those full mounded tits that sat before 
him: firm, mature breasts with just the slightest bit of sag to them; rounded, 
smooth textured tits, of a creamy color that contrasted nicely with their big 
brownish-red nipples.  The seductive curves beckoned his hand, and he felt her 
shudder as his fingers touched her bare bosom for the first time.  It was a 
light, gentle touch, one that only whetted his appetite for more; immediately 
his hands became more greedy, more demanding as he opened and closed his 
fingers, eagerly feeling her up. He cupped the full heaviness, and then his 
hands were moving all over those big, beautiful tits of hers. He relished the 
feel of her, digging into the softly pliant flesh, the warm resiliency, 
tightening his fingers till he heard a muffled groan. His fingers were pressing 
and petting, lavishly stroking the helpless woman's naked breasts.  He 
thoroughly enjoyed feeling the soft warmth of her silken skin and testing the 
bouncy resiliency of those choice mounds that he fondled so shamelessly, while 
his captive sat helpless, her eyes tightly clenched.
"Look at me!" he hissed, suddenly irritated.
She turned her pretty face up to her captor.  He stood over her and looked down 
into her big wide eyes all the while he toyed with her bountiful tits.
"Looks like your old man's having all the fun, don't it boys?" remembering his 
two accomplices who, watching intently, had edged still closer.  He was idly 
fingering with a nipple, still looking down into Melissa Bainbridge's 
questioning blue eyes. "Come on over here.  I'll bet you'd like to get a little 
of this?  Go on boy," he nodded toward his eldest, "this is your chance to feel 
up a rich bitch.  She'll love it.  Heat her up; get her to beg for it?"
Lyle relinquished his hold on her left breast, and Melissa lowered her head and 
closed her eyes once more.  She knew she must endure the further indignity of 
having these mere boys paw her before their leering father...and her daughters!  
If only she could spare the girls the same treatment, but what could she do?  
Damned this gag!  If she could at least talk to the man.  Maybe she could reason 
with him, buy him off with enough money, something, anything!
She felt a hand roughly grab for her left breast, and looked down to see a big 
ham fist cup close on her breast and squeeze.  The soft flesh bulged between the 
tightly clenched fingers.  Melissa arched back against the hurt, and grunted in 
her gag as the boy squeezed and held her in an iron tight grip.
"Easy, boy," the older one snickered. "Not too hard.  We don't want to damage 
the merchandise."
The stocky kid sneered under his mask and twisted her breast like it was a door 
knob, causing Melissa to wince with the sudden stab of pain.  When he let it go, 
she saw the angry red imprints his fingers left on the smarting white flesh.  
Now he brought both hands into place, clutching her bosom hard, with a 
determined sense of mastery.  She looked up to see puffy features flattened by 
the press of nylon and beady eyes, deeply embedded, looking down on her from the 
mask of evil lust.  She dropped her eyes, steeling herself to endure the further 
indignity of pawing by this pig.   Once more she hoped that they would get their 
fill of her and leave -- please let it be soon!  The calloused hands were giving 
her breasts a severe mauling, firmly kneading the taut mounds, rotating them in 
slow circles, and occasionally squeezing as though to test their pliant 
resiliency.
  
"That's enough!" the man who was obviously the boss said.  With a final vise-
like squeeze that had her squirming, the stocky one gave up her tender breasts 
to let them fall juddering into place. Melissa sat with head sunk low, bosom 
heaving, breasts tingling from the rough treatment they had received.  As her 
breathing evened out she heard the words: "Go on, boy, it's your turn. Feel her 
up good.  Find out what a rich bitch feels like," he urged.
It would be the third one: slightly built, no more than a boy, not much more 
than a teenager, she guessed.  After the mauling by the hard rough hands, the 
youth's touch felt delicate, quite tentative, like a virgin lover's.  Gentle 
fingers stroked her breasts, following their downward slopes as if reveling in 
the discovery of their fecund shapes.  The light caress continued, the fingers 
cupping her, hefting her substantial bosom, weighing the wobbly mounds in the 
palms of his hands.  He gave her a tentative squeeze, lightly, uncertainly, then 
more deliberately.  Now his fingers closed and opened rhythmically, as though he 
were milking her, and for some reason his gentle ministrations sent a wave of 
warmth through the woman.  She gave a sensual wriggle in spite of herself, and 
tried to suppress the moan that came out through the gag.  Her response seemed 
to encourage him, and when the boy's exploring fingers found her nipple and 
pinched it lightly, a shiver of delight ran through her; she couldn't help 
squirming in her seat.  Her reaction did not escape the notice of the boss.
"Well, looky what we got here!" he crowed, brushing away the boy's hand and 
taking the tingling nipple between his own callused fingers. "You want to know 
how to tell when a woman wants to get fucked?" the man said as he slipped two 
fingers under his mask to moisten them with his saliva.
Now he took her right nipple between his fingers and tugged on it, pulling the 
pliant flesh, twisting it till Melissa uttered a whimpering groan.  The left tit 
got similar rough treatment. He squeezed and pinched and rolled the rubbery tip 
between his fingers.  Under this stimulation the sensitive tips began to grow in 
size, the puckered aureolea expanding; tips stiffening with excitement.  He 
curved his hands to fully cup her soft warm tits, and felt the hardened nipples 
pressing into his palms.  Melissa whimpered into her gag. In spite of herself, 
she knew she was beginning to get turned on, her nipples tingling with 
excitement, her body instinctively reacting, responding to the lascivious caress 
of this madman.
This time when he took his hands way, both nipples were left upstanding, rigidly 
protruding out from the tautly expanded disks. The darkened tips were swollen 
with lust: the thoroughly aroused nipples of a woman in heat.
"See boys, you can tell when a woman wants it cause her nips get all hard.  Just 
like this rich cunt here.  She wants it right now.  Don't you, cunt?"  he 
teased, taking one of the hardened nubbins and rolling it between thumb and 
forefinger. "She wants to be fucked.  And I'll tell you what: before the day's 
over she's going to be begging me to fuck her, aren't you bitch?' the last was 
uttered with a sharp pinch to the sensate nipple that had her twisting and 
clenching her face in pain.  Melissa managed to nod, and that seemed to please 
him.  He let go of her throbbing nipple, and she slumped forward. 
"Yes sir," Lyle mused, "this cunt's gonna beg for it.  But right now, I'm gonna 
give her have a little taste of what I got for her.  Sort of a preview of coming 
attractions, you might say," he snickered at his own crude joke.  Before 
Melissa's eyes, the guy lowered his zipper and reached into his pants to bring 
out his semi-hard prick.  
End of Part 2
Part 3
A ripple of perverse pleasure electrified the grinning man who widened his 
stance, brazenly offering his awakening sex to the woman who knelt at his feet.  
He inched closer, looking down on her, contemplating the voluptuousness of those 
choice, fully exposed breasts.  All the while, he was idly fingering his 
lengthening penis, holding it up before her so that she had no choice but to 
watch as his cock stiffened; a swelling phallus, blossoming into full male 
prominence.  Long and thin, the slightly-bowed prick was soon solidly upright, 
quivering with lust only inches from the beautiful woman's big blue eyes.  Lyle 
yielded to an urge to take himself in hand and rub the bulbous head of his stiff 
prick all over Melissa Bainbridges' pretty features: over her closed eyes, down 
her nose, across her soft cheeks, over her tightly-pressed lips, laughing at the 
way she shuddered in disgust. 
"Bring 'er here,"  the man ordered as he flopped down, sprawling lazily on a big 
easy chair, legs spread wide open, that obscenely naked prick bobbing up, 
blatantly waiting for her attentions.  As the stocky kid easily raised her to 
her feet, Melissa realized that this was her chance.  If  she was to service 
him, he'd have to take the gag off!  She was thinking furiously.  She would 
plead with him, offer him money, even her body, anything; if he'd only leave her 
daughters alone!
 
She was half-dragged to a spot between the splayed legs, and pushed to her 
knees.
"Now you listen to me, bitch" her captor warned, looking down on her.  "We're 
gonna take the gag off, see, and I don't wanna hear no lip from you.  If you're 
good, we might just leave it off for awhile. Now, you gonna be a good girl?"  
Melissa nodded vigorously.  The boy peeled back the tape that sealed her mouth 
and ripped it off with single vicious swipe that brought a yelp.  The damp sock 
was removed allowing Melissa to work her aching jaw.  She took deep breaths and 
swallowed several times in rapid succession.
"Please," she managed to finally get out, "the girls, they..."
The man frowned and his eyes flicked up to the boy who stood behind her.  Before 
she realized what was happening he had grabbed her by the open jaw and he was 
stuffing the sock back in!  Melissa twisted and struggled, braying her protest 
into the gag, but it was too late.  The two of them were on her; the tape was 
slapped back in place; once again, her mouth was securely sealed!
 
"Now see, didn't I tell you about that?" he wheedled, in the sort of voice a 
parent uses towards a little child.  "You're just gonna have to learn to follow 
orders.  Of course you ain't too used to following orders, are you?   Not when 
you got some pussy-whipped asshole for a husband?  Well this is just a little 
different, see, cause I told you what to do, and you didn't do it.  Now that was 
bad, and you know what happens to bad girls.  Bad girls get punished, don't 
they?"
He beckoned the older boy close to him to whisper some instructions in his ear. 
Melissa found herself being lifted off her knees and unceremoniously dumped 
across the man's splayed thighs, her inverted head hanging down one side, hair 
tumbling down, bound ankles hanging down the other.  Her bare breasts hung under 
her, dangling: soft and full, pendulous tit-bags.  She felt his erection pressed 
solidly against her hip, and that caused her to wriggle and twist in alarm, 
suddenly frantic as it fully dawned on her:  She was about to be spanked...to be 
punished like a little schoolgirl!
SMACK! 
A cupped hand slammed down with a vengeance, hard, solidly whacking Melissa's 
vulnerable behind.  It was a single hard smack, that jolted her with its 
ferocity and propelled her forward, as a low tight grunt escaped from around the 
gag.  For Lyle it was nothing more than a warning shot: a way to show he meant 
business.
"Now you settle down, bitch, or it'll be a lot worse for you," he warned in a 
voice thick with menace.  The hand stayed planted on her skirted behind, resting 
there firmly, with an arrogant, proprietary air.  Then he began stroking his 
pet, lovingly passing his hand over the skirt that curved tightly around her 
jutting rump.
Melissa promptly stopped her squirming, determined to hold herself still.  Maybe 
she could placate this low-life scrum, passively accept whatever he could dish 
out, endure this humiliation with stoic resolve.  But above all, she would 
refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing her respond.
  
For his part, Lyle couldn't help smiling at the solid, nicely-contoured ass that 
lay, still covered, under his admiring hand. He ran that flattened hand up the 
slope, over the crest, and down the farside, smoothening the taut skirt, 
following the lush, sculpted curve of that rich womanly behind.  Then he reached 
down and began to ease the hem of her linen skirt up, baring the smoothly 
tapering columns of Melissa's long nyloned legs, splendid sinuous lengths 
encased in the dark-tinted pantyhose.  Melissa felt her skirt being lifted and 
tightened her body, grimly resolved not to allow this creep the pleasure of 
watching her squirm, as he moved her hips, easily shifting her in his lap.  Her 
skirt was being tugged up all the way, till he had it twisted around her waist.
Now Lyle placed a hand behind one knee and moved it up with sensual slowness, 
relishing the warmth of that tightly-packed stocking, the soft firmness of her 
thighs, the smooth silken lines of those sleek nyloned haunches.  Through the 
snug press of the shadowy pantyhose he could see the woman's underwear: generous 
rearcheeks tightly packed in a pair of straining panties of the same milky 
coffee-color as the discarded bra.
Elated with the wild surge of excitement that raced through him, he reached out 
to place his curved hands on that firmly mounded behind, freely feeling up the 
lush womanly bottom, cupping a firm cheek, savoring the slick smoothness, gently 
squeezing, testing the outer softness till it yielded to the inner firmness of 
those satisfying, deeply solid rearmounds.  He let his fingertips skate up and 
over and down the nyloned contours, while Melissa, in spite of her best 
intention to steel herself, couldn't help responding, hips twitching with 
unwanted excitement, causing her to wriggle sensuously in her captor's lap.
With trembling hands he reached for the waistband of the pantyhose, impatient to 
see more, eager to get on with uncovering the lovely swells of  Melissa 
Bainbridge's rich, upturned bottom.  Peeling down the clinging nylon at each 
hip, he tugged the pantyhose down her loins, working them over the rounded 
curves of her pantied rearcheeks.  At one point he bent his knees raising her 
hips a little so he could reach up under her and yank them down in front.  The 
twisted nylon was left displaced, half-masted, binding her choice thighs as the 
man eagerly turned his attention to the shiny slick underpants he had uncovered.
He contemplated the mouth-watering sight: twin seductively-curved rearmounds, 
tightly packed in a straining pair of silky hip-huggers. Trimmed in lace, the 
strip banding her hips was narrow enough to leave bare the high fullness of her 
sleek haunches, while in the back the high-cut legbands arched up over the 
rounded prominences, leaving exposed the smiling undercurves and the bottom 
third of her peeking rearcheeks.  He smiled at the delightful sight of the 
tautly stretched seat of those underpants, not quite adequate to cover the full 
curves of that mature womanly bottom. 
"Well, lookit what we got here!  A pair of pretty little panties!   Kinda sexy 
for snooty rich bitch, ain't they?"
He paused to savor the feel of the rearcheeks through the thin film of slick 
nylon.  Lyle was clearly enjoying himself.  Grinning broadly, he rubbed his palm 
all over her pantied seat, enjoying the solid feel of the nicely rounded cheeks.
Melissa wiggled in his lap, shifting her hips excitedly, squirming in spite of 
herself. She felt his fingers slipping into the waistband behind either hip, 
felt her panties being peeled down, slowly lowered to expose her lush bottom to 
the evil man's leering gaze.
  
Lyle always got a kick out of taking down a girl's panties, but this time it was 
something special!  He was thrilled, wildly, inanely pleased to see the 
uncovering of Melissa Bainbridge's pampered ass.  Once he had her panties down, 
spanning her thighs, he paused to contemplate the bare rearend that sat poised 
so perfectly before him, silently admiring the neat symmetry of those twin 
contours, their deep narrow division, the hint of pouting netherlips tucked into 
the wispy dark pussyfur that peeked out where the undercurves met.  He brought 
up a hand to cup and lightly squeeze the satiny smoothness of those high-curved 
domes. And he let that hand rest on the full, proud contours of Melissa's newly-
bared bottom: pleasingly rounded, pliant, yielding and soft, yet deeply firm, so 
unspeakably perfect.  'A classy ass.'   He patted her lightly, chuckling to 
himself at his cleverness.
With splayed hand he spanned that perfectly irresistible rearend, happily 
playing with the wobbly bottomcheeks, palming and deeply fondling those twin 
mounds, while Melissa began to feel the effects of all this lewd attention, 
responding in spite of herself to the deep pleasure of a strong masculine hand 
slowly kneading her naked bottom.  He cupped a palm, curving his hand around one 
of the silky smooth curves, digging his fingers into the rearcrack. He squeezed, 
and languidly felt her up.  He lifted the hand a few inches and brought it down, 
to deliver a light pat, testing the bouncy resiliency of one impertinent cheek: 
so white, so soft, so vulnerable.  The sight of Melissa Coleman-Bainridge's bare 
smooth ass so nicely exposed had Lyle incredibly hard.
"Now this is pretty, real pretty," he breathed.  "You know what you got there, 
bitch?  You got a real classy ass."  He patted her lightly, just to underscore 
his sincere appreciation.  "Yes sir.  You just relax now, cause you got a 
spanking comin', and baby ...you are gonna get it!  And you know what?  I'll bet 
you're even gonna like it.  So relax, ...we got all day," he teased, as he 
leisurely kneaded those generous mounds, playing with Melissa's fleshy asscheeks 
to his heart's content.  His hand roamed freely all over the satiny contours.  
She felt his hard fingers digging into her malleable flesh, pressing, probing, 
rubbing, stroking, grabbing firmly; his fingers shamelessly fondled her naked 
ass.  He marveled at the way her rearcheeks sprang back when he squeezed them. 
He insinuated a stiffened finger between the cheeks, bringing an abrupt jerk of 
the hips.  He made a game of it, softly chuckling each time he poked into that 
secret valley, and the cheeks clenched in instinctive reflexive, clamping down 
on his probing fingers.
By now Lyle was really hot, and his incessant fondling was definitely getting to 
the healthy young wife who lay, holding herself tense, as she waited across his 
lap.  She closed her eyes and whimpered, and tried to stifle the growing sense 
of excitement that caused her hips to twitch, sent her body helplessly squirming 
with the niggling tickle of arousal.  When he saw her bottom give that little 
unmistakable sexy wiggle, Lyle's straining cock abruptly surged with a jolt of 
renewed lust.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, a wave of anger came over him. Lyle felt angry at all 
the times that he had lost to those richer and more powerful, mad at a society 
that made him a hunted criminal while snooty rich bitches lived in their big 
houses with their pussy-whipped husbands, and hired guys like him to do the yard 
work.  The surge of anger raced through him, and blended headily with the 
pulsating lust that strained his tautly upstanding prick.  His hand, clasping a 
vulnerable rearcheek, tightened and squeezed, hard.  Melissa's body shot up in 
an curved upward.  Her head jacked back, and she brayed into the gag, as bony 
fingers dug into her fleshy rump and held her ass in a vise-like grip.
 
In an instant he released the throbbing rearmound, brought his hand up, and 
struck, delivering a swinging, vicious smack that hit the poised ass with a 
solid thud.
 SMACK!
Melissa gave out with a muffled cry, as her head jerked up and her hobbled legs  
shot up in back as she kicked up her heels.  His other hand clamped the small of 
her back,  pinning her in place as he whacked her quivering assflesh again and 
again.
SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lyle  struck repeatedly, again and again, amusing himself  by delivering 
glancing slaps which sent the jellied mounds wobbling in a most delightful way.
 
SMACK!...SMACK!
Once again she mewed her protest, louder, a more insistent braying than before, 
as she twisted her squirming body in his lap.  But her excited reactions only 
caused him to press harder with his left hand, pinning her down even more 
firmly, as he hauled off and let her have it.
SMACK!...SMACK!..SMACK!
His hand rose and fell mechanically.  He was happily spanking the rich bitch, 
whomping her bouncy ass with joyful enthusiasm, while she kicked up her heels in 
furious agitation. He felt the creamy rise of pleasure. It was dream come true!  
Here he was, Lyle Spooner, whomping a rich bitch's ass, spanking her high-class 
ass to his heart's content!
Her long body stiffened; buttocks tightened down, as she sought to steel herself 
against the unrelenting assault.  But Lyle never missed a beat, slapping the 
tightly clenched butt repeatedly.
SMACK! .......SMACK!..SMACK!.. SMACK!
 
 His hand rebounded off her hardened bottom with each crisp, stinging slap.  By 
now he had settled into an even whomping rhythm, attacking the reddening ass 
with a savage ferocity, punishing the quivering flesh, smacking the wobbling 
mounds with a vengeance.  He would give this snooty bitch a spanking she'd never 
forget!
The crisp smacks echoed in the quiet room each time his punishing hand flattened 
those cringing mounds.  He looked across to his boys who stood there spellbound, 
watching the spanking of this beautiful, mature woman, panties slovenly 
displaced, her exquisite bare-assed body draped over their grinning father's 
lap.  Melissa's daughters were also motionless.  They sat stunned, watching the 
action with wide unbelieving eyes.
After a few minutes of this intense pounding, her struggling began to subside.  
Her resistance drained way and she lay inert, passively accepting her whatever 
he dished out;  her only movements, the sudden jerk upward of head and shoulders 
with each decisive slap, the tiny grunts, and the reflexive clenching of her 
butt as she set herself to receive yet another shot.   He watched fascinated 
while her taut rearcheeks spasomed, their sides hollowing, the tight valley 
narrowing into a dark slit, as she instinctively tensed up in preparation for 
the next inevitable smack.
SMACK!....SMACK!....SMACK!....SMACK!
He walloped her soundly, taking out on the woman's ass the frustrations of a 
bitter lifetime, furiously pounding the wobbly cheeks of  that bounding bottom 
until they burned with a fiery crimson.  Under this relentless pounding, Melissa 
gave up the last shreds of resistance and lay limp, beaten into submission.  The 
tall dark-haired woman lay heavily across the man's opened thighs, her only 
movement the ragged heaving of her shoulders.
Lyle's palm was stinging and his arm was aching so much that he had to quit.  He 
laid a cupped palm lightly on Melissa's smarting ass. She flinched at the touch, 
but otherwise held herself still.  A wave of relief passed over her.  The 
tension flowed from her, and she closed her eyes against the sting and the 
deeper hurt that throbbed in her butt.  Now, along with the dull throb deep in 
her ass, she felt a new feeling, a slight tingle in her vagina, a delicious 
sexual warmth that suffused all though her limp body.  It was a curious warmth, 
one that blended with the hurt, to produce the stirrings of deep sensual 
pleasure.
Lyle looked down to admire his handiwork, the sight of the furiously blushing 
cheeks that quivered before him brought on a powerful jolt of lust that raced 
through his body, renewing his prick with a sudden surge of urgency.  Abruptly, 
he grabbed her tenderized ass, just for the sheer pleasure of crudely 
manhandling her rearend one final time.  His hard hands roughly mauled her 
bottomcheeks before he unceremoniously dumped her off his lap, sending the big 
woman tumbling to the floor.  She lay on her side at his feet, depleted, 
flushed, hair disheveled, her clothes askew, breathing in ragged gasps.  With 
his foot he nudged her over onto her back.
He liked the way the open blouse fell across her torso, leaving one mounded 
breast exposed. His eyes trailed down to her darkly-furred pussy, to those 
splendid thighs; the twisted underpants still hobbling her knees.  He raised a 
foot and placed the pointed toe of his boot squarely on the gentle mound of her 
thickly furred sex.  Pressing lightly he asked: "You gonna behave now?"  Melissa 
was barely able to nod her head.  
"Now the boys...they're gonna untie you see, and then get them clothes off. 
You're not gonna give us a hard time now, are you?" he asked in a quiet voice.  
Again she could do no more than shake her head.  He gestured to galvanize his 
two rapt assistants into action.
Grabbing the big woman under the arms, they set her upright, the gag was peeled 
away, and the tape cut from her wrists and ankles. She was stripped of her 
pantyhose; the panties swiftly yanked down her legs.  The jacket was pulled off 
her limp arms, but the leering old man stopped them when it came to the blouse.  
He liked seeing her in the plum-colored blouse, loose and undone.  As a final 
touch, he had his boys slip the pumps back on her bare feet before they stood 
her up.  Melissa was still woozy from her recent ordeal, light-headed and more 
than a little dizzy.  Her ears were roaring with the rush of blood, and they had 
to steady her she stood up, her head hanging low, dark tresses tumbling down to 
partially shield her face.  Her eyes were on the floor, carefully avoiding those 
of her captor.  The open blouse hung from her shoulders, the bottom hem just 
kissing her hips.  Below the loose blouse, her womanhood, a furry wedge of thick 
luxuriant pubic hair was left exposed.
"Get down....on your knees," he ordered, sprawling back and opening his thighs 
in a lewd and unmistakable invitation.
Obediently, the defeated woman slid to her knees before him, waiting with head 
bowed.
"Well, c'mon you stupid cunt; what're you waiting for?  You know what to do!  
Don't tell me you never sucked off that asshole you're married to?!  I'll bet 
you can give a real good blowjob.  Come on now, show your little girls how to 
suck cock!"
Melissa summoned up her courage for one last desperate try.  "Please,.." she 
began, but he cut her off.
"Maybe you want I should just whomp your ass one more time?" he warned. "Well! 
Do you want that!!"
"No," she squeaked, in a tiny voice.
"It's 'No, Sir', you dumb cunt! Say it!!"
Melissa took a deep breath. She hated this.  "No Sir," she forced herself to say 
the words in a numbed, toneless reply.
"'Yes Sir' and 'No Sir,' that's all I want to hear from you, or the gag goes 
back on. You understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's good.  Now let's get started.  Here," he said, easing down in his chair, 
widening his knees in lewd invitation, "play with my balls."
Melissa swallowed her disgust and leaned forward, bringing up a hand to slide 
the cupped palm under the furry sack of the man's hanging testicles.
"Yaaah, that's good," he husked, as Melissa softly rolled his balls in her palm.
"Go on now, play with my prick," he managed to get out in a choked voice, urging 
her on.
Melissa brought her other hand up to loosely hold the upright phallus between 
her curved fingertips. His cock jumped with the wild shock of pleasure as she 
lightly traced the lines his rock-hard prick.  With the pads of her fingertips 
she explored his rigid manhood, till the light teasing had Lyle throwing back 
his head and clenching his jaw against the excruciating rush of pleasure.
"That's enough." He hissed through clenched teeth.  "Now lick it!"
Obediently, the dark-haired woman wrapped her fingers around Lyles' twitching 
cock and tilted it towards her, as she bent forward, moving in to extend her 
tongue, and touch the wet tip to his straining length.
"On Yeaah," he husked, in a low breathy voice, "lick it, lick it all over."
Melissa did as she was told, holding his shaft like a lollipop, lavishly lapping 
up in down in broad strokes, and then swirling her soft fluttery tongue around 
the tautly bulbous crown of her captor's prick.
A whimper escaped Lyle's tightly-pressed lips. After only a few seconds of that 
delicious torment, Lyle wanted more, and he reached out for her.  Digging his 
fingers in the mass of  soft hair, he pulled her up and then worked her head 
down on his taut erection, forcing the kneeling woman take his needy prick into 
the cuddly wet warmth of her mouth.  Lyle groaned in pleasure as Melissa 
dutifully went down on him.  She tightened her lips and began by softly sucking 
on him, bobbing her head slowly up and down his length.
"C'mon, let's get a little more of that tongue action goin,'" he managed to get 
out.
Instantly, the woman responded, thrilling him by licking up and down the shaft 
lavishly, as though she were lapping soft butter.  She used her lively tongue 
like a talented whore, flicking the tip up his straining length, then tapping 
his sensitive head in a whirlwind of tongue and soft lips.
Melissa was working hard; she had resolved to get this over with as quick as 
possible.  She held the guy by the base of his cock as she slid the taut ring of 
her lips down over his shaft once more, this time grimly determined to bring him 
off.  She sped up the action, bobbing furiously, sucking hard.  She was rewarded 
by a quivering groan, and she felt his fumbling efforts as he reached for her. 
His fingers dug into thick sheaves of hair as he clamped her face between his 
hands.  He forced the sucking woman to accept even more of his cock, bringing 
her head down over his prick till she thought she would gag.
He was moving her head, slowing her down, speeding up the tempo, wiggling his 
hips in unrestrained delight.  Soon his loins were bucking in response to the 
ripples of pleasure, pumping his prick in furiously, driving deeper into the 
woman's receptive mouth with each bounding thrust. No man could bear that 
intensity of pleasure for very long; Lyle's hips sprung up and he clenched his 
teeth, as he arched back and came with a thunderous explosion, shooting thick 
wads of cum into Melissa's working mouth.
"Dam...nation! That wasn't too bad, not bad at all," Lyle crowed, gloating in his 
conquest over the huddled woman.   He shook himself and looked down on the rich 
man's wife, kneeling at his feet, head hung low, shoulders sagging.  There was a 
curious look on her face; her lips were set, tautly drawn.  He guessed at her 
dilemma.
"Go on, swallow it!" he commanded.  She took a deep breath, and Lyle watched her 
throat work as she struggled to comply with his repulsive order.  Lyle grinned 
in triumph, wildly elated to see Melissa Bainbridge on her knees, dutifully 
swallowing Lyle Spooner's spunk.  Next time, he thought, he'd splatter his cum 
right on her proud patrician features, decorating her eyes and nose and mouth 
with thick ropes of sticky sperm.  Or maybe he'd shoot his wad all over the tile 
floor, and make the naked woman crawl around on hands and knees, forcing her to 
lick it up, every single drop.  The thought of this elegant, nude woman, sublime 
in abject submission, and more incredibly, all his, totally in his power, was 
truly intoxicating.
End of Part 3
Part 4
Watching the bobbing head of the kneeling woman, whose generous breasts they had 
so recently sampled, going up and down on their father's upright prick, had the 
healthy young lads sporting monstrous erections. And when they saw their old man 
sprawl back in the big easy chair, grab a fistful of that thick black hair and 
shove the woman's face down into his lap, the turned-on boys instinctively moved 
closer to the more available females.
Eugene, acutely aware of the painful bulge in the front of his pants, shyly 
approached the younger girl, smiling at the skinny teenager who sat with knees 
pressed primly together, watching him over her gag, rigid with wide-eyed terror. 
A quick glance at his older brother who was sidling over towards the chair that 
held the college girl, assured him he could go on.
As Eugene reached out to touch Penny on the cheek, she turned away in disgust.  
His dreamy smile never wavered at being spurned, for the gawky kid was used to 
that.  He simply let his fingers trail down her face, her chin, the front of her 
neck.  He pressed a single finger to her chest, just at the modest vee that 
formed the front of the blouse.   The gagged girl shook her head and mewed her 
screeching protest when his extended finger touched her there.  But the lad paid 
her no mind; his smile only widened, as he went on tracing the line he had 
started, straight down her front over the plain white blouse she wore, between 
the soft bulges of  slight girlish breasts, and down to the waistband of the 
pleated wool skirt she wore, its tartan plaid the distinctive pattern of the 
exclusive all-girls' school she attended.  Eugene knew all about that school.  
It looked like a castle, with big lawns and a wall all around it.  It was where 
all the rich kids went; somewhere on the other side of town. The school uniform 
skirt was fashionably short so that the hem fell a few inches above the bound 
girl's knees.  Girlish, supple legs were left bare from the hem of the skirt to 
the elasticized topbands of Penny's thick cotton kneesocks.
 
Meanwhile, Cody had stepped up behind Kelly's chair, dropping his hands on her 
shoulders, causing the college girl to flinch, and instantly stiffen with 
renewed fear.  She sat in the metal chair, wrists tied behind her, eyes tightly 
closed, refusing to watch her mother's degrading humiliation.  Cody slid his 
hands down her front and cupped her breasts, getting a good feel of her 
brassiered tits through the loose sweatshirt; he leaned over, his hot breath on 
the side of her face, and whispered in her ear:  "Open your eyes!"
Kelly's blue eyes shot wide open, just in time to see her mother's thick head of 
hair being clutched by the sprawled man who was at that moment was forcing it 
down over his hard gleaming cock.  The blond guy roughly grabbed Kelly's tits 
from behind, giving her a hard squeeze through her clothes that made her feel 
his urgency.  All of a sudden, he shoved her forward and yanked up the back of 
her sweater to get at her bra strap.  He was eager but clumsy, pulling and 
yanking, tearing at the lacy straps, till they snapped, and the mutilated bra 
collapsed, freeing her firm young breasts to the cool air.  The thick cotton 
sweater posed another problem, as the girl's hands were still tied behind her 
back.  But the stocky kid merely slid his hands around, using the back of his 
hands to ruck up the sweater as he captured her bared tits in his coarse hands.
 
Kelly whimpered as thick fingers grabbed her, closing on her soft young tittie-
flesh.
"Just keep watching!"  She felt his breath on the side of her face.  "See how 
good your Momma is at sucking cock?" he breathed in a husky voice as he began 
moving the young woman's breasts, rotating them in a slow, circular massage that 
soon had her squirming in her seat.
"She's not bad, huh? Yah, a good cocksucker.  I'll bet you're pretty good too... 
cock-sucking.  Maybe even better than your Momma, huh?  Maybe, we'll have a 
little contest?  A cock-suckin' contest to see who gives the best head?  Would 
you like that you, little rich bitch?  Like to give me a blow job?  Maybe if you 
ask real nice, I'll let you.  And if you do a good job, maybe then I'll fuck 
you. I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?  Getting a good stiff prick shoved 
right up the ol' twat, huh?  You'd love it, you bitch you, just love ol' Cody to 
fuck you reee...al good," he hissed the dirty words in her ear, even as he 
freely fondled her, squeezing her captive tits till he had the straining girl 
arching up and grunting into her gag.
  
Cody knew her type --like all the pretty girls he knew, the stuck up ones that 
passed him in the halls at high school with their snooty noses in the air, 
ignoring him.  'She was probably a cheerleader; the kind of girl who wouldn't 
give him the time of day,' he mused, as he savored the silky feel of the girl's 
warm floppy tits under the folds of her bunched-up sweater.  Well, she'd give 
out this time.  He'd have her spreading her legs, and begging him, Cody Spooner, 
to fuck her before he was through with her.
****
Meanwhile, young Eugene experienced a thrill of wild excitement as the full 
realization came to him -- incredible as it seemed, this slim, small-breasted 
girl with the soft cowl of copper-colored hair was his -- to do with as he 
pleased!  He cast a sideways glance at his bother, and saw the big guy was well-
occupied with lavishly feeling up the grunting, squirming college girl.  He 
turned his attention back to the slight girl who sat before him.
 
She held herself rigid, head still turned to one side, eyes tightly closed; but 
her rejecting body language had not the slightest effect on her silent admirer, 
whose silly grin stayed plastered on his thin lips under the press of the nylon 
stocking he wore over his head.  In fact, Eugene had to keep himself from 
giggling as he let his fingers trail lower, over the pleated wool skirt, 
pressing lightly, experimentally probing into the softness of his captive's 
belly, then moving down to where the skirt's hem lay draped across those 
temptingly nubile thighs.  He placed a small dry hand on the bound girl's knee, 
and that brought a muffled squeal which managed to escape from around the gag.  
Ignoring her distress, he moved that hand up to stroke the top of a silky smooth 
thigh, the back of his hand inching the little skirt back as far as it would go 
till the legbands of a pair of white panties peeked out to greet his curious 
eyes.  He watched the girl's sinewy thigh muscles clench in sudden desperation, 
as her knees tightly pressed together at this sudden unveiling.
****
After his earthshaking climax, Lyle ordered the still-flushed Melissa to her 
feet.  Now he had her take off the last of her clothing: the loose, open blouse, 
and the high heels she still wore on her bare feet had to go, so that the big 
woman stood completely nude before her captor, head bowed, eyes avoiding his.  
Melissa was still wobbly from her ordeal, her body shaken by mixed emotions.  
She was scared, sad, and now she realized with a shiver, becoming aflame with 
desire.  Without a word, he took her hand and pulled her down, and this time she 
let herself be tumbled into her previous position, her long, nude, voluptuous 
body extended across his lap:  Her hair casacaded down over her inverted head, 
her straightened legs angled down the far side with toes barely able to touch 
the tiled floor.  She shifted so that her breasts hung freely over his thigh; 
she felt oddly comfortable with her bare belly pressed down on his lap.
Lyle, satiated for now, moved languidly.  His limp wet prick, temporarily 
drained of lust was now somnolent, nestling in spent complacency between his 
hairy thighs.  He raised his knees to elevate the naked woman's hips to greater 
prominence, shifting her dead weight on his lap into the proper spanking 
position once more; an ominous adjustment that caused Melissa to immediately 
tense up in fear.  But she need not have worried.  For her captor was pleased 
with the way things were going, feeling triumphant, even magnanimous at the 
moment, and he had no intention of further punishing her still-burning ass.  
Rather, he meant to play with her, to indulge himself in the joys of freely 
feeling up Melissa Bainbridge's conveniently-placed, freshly warmed bottom, 
while he watched his boys having a good time with her girls.
He urged them on, giving his permission when Cody asked if the gags could be 
removed.  They would get no trouble from the thoroughly-cowed females.  He had 
been right: spanking their mother, then forcing her to go down on him, had had 
the proper effect on her daughters.  It was now up to the boys to learn to 
handle the two young ones. 
****
Cody's blood was up.  Lyle had seen him before like this -- with that vein 
standing out and throbbing at the corner of his forehead, and he knew he'd 
better keep an eye on the excited boy.  Freeing Kelly of her gag, Cody had 
quickly stepped around her drawn-back shoulders.  Agitated fingers tore open his 
jeans to reach in and bring forth a taut and achingly-erect penis.
"Kiss it!" He spat out the words, holding his prick by the base, shaking it 
before her eyes, lewdly offering his throbbing masculinity to the pert 
ponytailed blonde.
****
Penny's gag had not yet been removed, as Eugene was busy at the moment 
satisfying his curiosity about what the girl wore under that skirt.  He lifted 
the skirt all the way up and then carefully tucked the hem into the waistband in 
front, arranging things so that he would have a unimpeded view of her 
schoolgirl's underpants.  He studied the way her panties moulded the soft bulge 
of her pubic mound, the thin white nylon crotch drawn tight between those 
squeezing thighs.  He could make out sparse traces of pubic hair, an almost 
pubescent peachfuzz dimly visible through the press of the sheer film.  Reaching 
out he placed his joined fingers right on the girl's pantied sex, a gambit he 
had tried before with other girls, with varying degrees of success.
Penny whimpered and squirmed in her seat.  Over the gag, her watching eyes grew 
wide as the boy touched her down there.  He managed to twist his wrist and slip 
his fingers under the elastic waistband, easing his hand into Penny's underpants 
to sample the wispy curlings of downy pussyhair he found there.
****
Kelly looked up at the stocky blond guy, with cold hard hatred blazing in her 
angry blue eyes.  She seemed to pause to consider his lewd offer for just a 
second or two, and then she pressed her lips firmly together and shook her 
pretty blond pony-tailed head in mute refusal.  She couldn't get herself to do 
it, not that, not with this preening male who would never stop gloating.  It 
wasn't that it was such a big deal.  She had done it lots of times before of 
course, gone down on guys, sucked them off if they wanted it, but she never 
liked it very much.  The guys she went out with just expected to get blow jobs, 
and usually she didn't mind obliging them.  Provided, of course, they returned 
the favor.  She insisted on that.  For she quickly found that having her puss 
licked by a guy was a deliciously dreamy experience.  But being forced to suck 
this bastard's cock -- well, that was something else!  She'd never give this 
smug male pig the satisfaction!  No way!
 
****
By now Eugene had his hand jammed well down the front of the teenager's thin 
panties; as his fingers delved lower, straining to reach her delicate cleft, the 
girl abruptly clamped her thighs on him, imprisoning his inquisitive hand, 
determined to deny him full access to what he wanted.  Eugene was perturbed; not 
angry, as his brother might have been, at this sudden refusal.  Eugene was 
simply puzzled.  What to do?  He looked to his brother who at that moment, was 
feeling an upsurge of anger at the cold refusal he faced from the older sister 
who sat with prim lips tightly clenched.
Cody, faced with similar obstinacy, now beckoned his kid brother over to whisper 
in his ear.  Lyle, cupped hand resting comfortably Melissa's substantial rump, 
watched with interest, pleased to see his boys working together to carry out 
their impromptu plan.  The two girls were untied from the chairs and pulled to 
their feet; wrists still bound behind them.  Before she could protest, Cody 
lowered a shoulder and plowed into Kelly like a linebacker, knocking the breath 
from her, raising her limp form up off her feet, till she lay flung over his 
shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  He carried her off, ignoring her screeching, 
and the insistent string of frantic "noooos".  He only had to stagger a few 
steps before he plunked down his squealing burden on her belly over the back of 
the massive sofa that sat in the center of the room.
Meanwhile, Eugene half dragged the twisting younger girl to her sister's side, 
at the same sofa  and forced her to bend forward over the padded back.  Now both 
girls lay hip to hip, folded at the waist over the sofa's pillowed back, heads 
hanging down to touch the seat cushions.  Lyle sat up straight to get a better 
look.  His hand began absently stroking the high rounded domes of Melissa's 
generous ass, as he felt a definite twinge of interest shoot through his 
depleted cock.  Melissa, increasingly frantic at what was about to take place, 
twisted in the man's lap and started to plead with him, but he slapped her, hard 
-- a single decisive whack on the butt that took her breath away, a sharp 
stinging reminder that brought her into silent submission.  Helpless, she could 
only twist her head around to watch as the masked boys prepared her girls.
  
Now it was Cody who was brandishing a knife -- one that looked a lot like the 
one his father had.  He made sure that Kelly got a good look at it, before 
threatening her into silence.  She felt the press of cold steel, as he held the 
menacing knife against her cheek, and when she saw the wild crazed look in the 
beady eyes that stared at her from under the haze of stretched nylon; a cold 
shudder passed over her.  She realized she must stop struggling or she would 
enrage this maniac even more, and so she fought to calm herself, and told 
herself to remain perfectly still.  She sensed her sister beside her had also 
become still, probably rigid with fright -- but that was just as well.
Suddenly, she felt those big hands clasp her trim waist and before she could 
realize what was happening...the guy was taking her pants off!  Cody easily 
lifted the slim blonde to get at the front of her pants, fumbling with button 
and zipper, opening the jeans.  One hand raised and balanced the cradle of her 
hips, while the other worked her tight-fitting jeans out from under her and down 
her loins.  Cody smiled to see Kelly's small plump ass emerge, tightly packed in 
a pair of pale violet panties.  He shoved the jeans down to her knees, and then 
knelt down behind her to finish off the job, tugging the accordienned jeans down 
her bare legs and pulling them off right over her thin sneakers and the white 
cotton socks she still wore.
Meanwhile, Eugene was at work following his brother's lead by divesting the 
schoolgirl of her skirt.  He managed to open the zipper at the back of the 
little skirt and was now tugging it down, excitedly yanking the loose skirt down 
the pair of dangling coltish legs that did not quite reach the floor.
Now both pantied female behinds were placed hip to hip, appealingly exposed to 
the sex-crazed youngsters.  Penny's plain white panties had ridden up into the 
crack of her tight young butt so that the halfmoons of her little cheeks peeked 
out saucily from below the overarching elastic of the legbands.  Kelly's sheer 
violet underpants were slung low on her hips.  With her lean body stretched over 
the sofa, the hip-huggers were pulled taut across her seat, barely able to 
contain her smiling undercurves.  Cody couldn't help but grin as he lightly 
patted that nylon encased bottom that lay served up so nicely, as though just 
waiting for his attention.  He moved a palm over Kelly's panties rubbing the 
slippery nylon over the temptingly rounded domes, before firmly getting a grip 
on her, clutching her rearmounds with both hungry hands, avidly feeling her up 
to his heart's content, savoring the panty-covered fullness of those pert, 
squirming asscheeks.
Kelly had once again taken up her chorus of 'noooos' in spite of his threats; 
that really got him mad. He hooked his fingers into the waistband at her hips, 
and began to draw her panties down.  This brought an immediate and loud protest, 
followed by a string of curses.  Cody slapped her ass just to shut her up.  He 
was determined to keep the girl quiet and reapplying the gag seemed the only way 
to assure that he wouldn't be annoyed by her caterwauling.   Once he was 
satisfied that she could do no more than mew into her gag, he returned to his 
work, slowly, deliciously lowering the college girl's panties, uncovering that 
choice young ass-- neat symmetrical mounds pulled taut by her stretched 
position, pale and white, with a deep narrow crack between them.  The pout of 
her blond-fringed pussy lips was evident between her legs.  He left her twisted 
underwear half way down stretched across her thighs.
Now that Cody had the upturned mounds nicely exposed, his eyes followed the 
curve of the dark crack down to the tuft of fine blond pussyfur tucked up in the 
juncture between her thighs.   On a whim, he slipped a hand up between her bare 
legs, nudging open her thighs just a little, nosing his fingers through the fine 
thicket of silky pussyfur to take the sample of the plump outer lips of her 
pussy. This time Kelly let out a muffled groan, a long, desperate, shivering 
groan, as his thick fingers found her slick cuntlips and pressed between them, 
slipping into her throbbing vagina, there to visit briefly, testing her wetness, 
her heat, the delightful promise of the young girl's pussy.
****
Eugene was equally busy inspecting Penelope's tight-cheeked young bottom, 
cupping his hands to fit them to the perky curvature of that small tempting 
butt, delighting in the feel of the slick pantied seat.  He heard a muted 
whimper come from her inverted head, as he ran both hands over the tautly 
elongated rearmounds.  Eugene was amusing himself,  playing with her panties, 
slipping his fingers under the elastic legbands, easing the flimsy panties up 
and over the outer curves, carefully rolling back the arched legbands to make a 
single twisted thong of nylon at the center.  He tucked the silky strip into the 
crack of the girl's cringing ass, between those tempting cheeks that clenched 
spasmodically as he poked deep into the slit.  His whimsical re-arrangement of 
her underwear left the little domes of Penny's teenaged ass brazenly, fully 
exposed, served up to the lad's lust-crazed eyes.  He grabbed the back of the 
elastic waistband and yanked her panties upward, pulling the bunched nylon 
deeper into the girl's rearcrack, getting a muffled grunt from the copper-headed 
girl who lay bottom up, draped over the sofa. 
Then he took those newly-bared mounds in both hands and began massaging them. 
Penny had made out with a lot of the boys at high school, and she knew the 
indescribably delicious feeling of male hands on her bare bottom.  Now she 
warmed to the same thrill as the guy stroked her, fondling, squeezing, rubbing 
her small tight ass.   He wasn't like the guys at school, who were always in 
such a frenzied hurry when they fumbled to make love in the back of some car.  
This guy moved slowly, dreamily, seemingly content with uncovering and admiring 
her firm young butt.  In spite of her precarious position, she couldn't help 
wiggling with delight.  It was dreamy.  Then she felt her panties being drawn 
down to her knees, and she shifted uneasily.  Behind her, the two boys were 
whispering.  She heard movement, and wondered what was next.
End of Part 4
Part 5
It was as he stood watching the spanking of Ms Coleman-Bainbridge that the idea 
began to form in Cody's mind.  He had noticed the ping pong table when he first 
entered the rec room, and quickly spotted the set of paddles that lay on a 
nearby shelf.  Now he swiftly moved to put his plan into action.  Keeping well 
behind the upended girls, he walked cat-like across the floor to fetch a couple 
of paddles. Without a word, he handed one to his big-grinning brother, 
cautioning him with a single finger held up to his lips.  He crept back to take 
up his stance behind and just to the side of the college girl's plump, nicely-
presented rearend.  He tapped his palm lightly with the paddle's thin blade, 
waiting till Eugene had placed himself in a similar position well in range of 
Penny's tight cheeked young bottom. When he saw he was ready, Cody gave his 
brother a silent nod, hauled back, and brought the hard wooden paddle down with 
a smack of sharp authority.
 
WHAP!
The deeply satisfying smack brought a smile to his lips as the thin blade 
indented the plump asscheeks, flattening those insolent mounds, and generating a 
rebound that sent the jellied mounds wobbling.
WHAP! 
A second later an answering slap echoed aloud as Eugene's paddle rebounded off 
the tautly rounded domes of Penelope's hard, neat, little butt.  Twin, high-
pitched yelps rang out, squeals that were only half-muffled by the gags, cries 
of anguish that were soon interspersed with the crisp staccato of thin wooden 
blades rhythmically smacking pliant fleshy mounds.
WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!
 Cody was alternating between Kelly's rearcheeks, fascinated by the bouncy 
resiliency of those wobbling mounds that danced under the repeated slaps of the 
wooden paddle.  Soon he was grinning from ear to ear, as he gleefully whomped 
the rich girl's gyrating bottom.  Eugene began more tentatively, spanking his 
girl with a series of light taps, short, choppy strokes; delighting in each 
bounce of the paddle as it rebounded off the firm elasticity of the schoolgirl's 
teenaged rearend.  Soon both girls were keening into their gags, frantically 
squirming, and kicking up their heels in fiery agitation; while their supple 
rearcheeks clenched, hollowing the sides as they tightened down, even as their 
bottoms twisted under the rain of methodical slaps.
  
Lyle, fixated on the lust-stirring action, felt his prick unfolding, felt it 
swelling into a full-powered erection that pressed with terrible urgency against 
the naked hip of the woman who lay draped over his lap.  Melissa felt that 
telltale stirring.  She resolved to wait with eyes closed, determined to endure 
the unendurable. Her butt tingled both from the burning spanks he had given her 
and now, curiously, from her anticipation of the spanking to come. Wildly 
excited, Lyle was eager to join in on the fun.  He re-arranged the woman in his 
lap so that her upturned bottom was lifted high.  Bending her over his left 
thigh, he clamped his right leg across both of hers. 
Then he brought a cupped hand down with such a whack that it took her breath 
away, before falling into a bouncing rhythm, happily spanking Melissa's 
sumptuous ass, savoring the bouncy feel of her hot flesh each time his hand 
connected with those juddering rearcheeks.  Their pinkish blush began to darken 
once more under his continued assault, while the punished girl began kicking up 
her heels, her squeals and whimpers joining the mewing female chorus, the urgent 
yelping punctuated by the repeated whack of stiff wood blades re-bounding off 
well-padded bouncy mounds.
It was Lyle who finally called a halt to things, and with a few final, well-
placed slaps, his enthusiastic boys reluctantly followed his lead and gave up 
their sport.  They stood with paddles at their sides, contemplating the results 
of their efforts, their rock-hard pricks aching with intolerable lust.   A 
strange quiet followed the last dull smack -- a silence broken only by 
occasional muffled whimpering.  Lyle sat gazing down at Melissa's well-spanked 
bottom, deeply reddened now, throbbing with a dull, deep-seated ache.  His 
cupped hand lightly held the twin curves, causing the nude woman to flinch at 
even this slight touch.  He could savor the warmth of those smooth mounds as he 
sat there, absently patting that choice, well-tenderized behind, his rejuvenated 
prick now solidly erect and expectant, pressing against a solid hip.  His hand 
idly followed the seductive rearcrack down, shifting her loose loins, slipping 
inquisitive fingers between her slack legs. In spite of herself, Melissa felt 
flushed with sexual warmth.  There was a tingling in her sex as she was shifted 
in the man's lap; his hand slipped under her to seek her pouting vulva.  The man 
sampled the moist curls of silky pubic hair he found there, fingering the fleshy 
lips of the woman's cunt, probing the furry pouch, the slit, the dry heat up 
between her fidgeting thighs.  Melissa groaned as, all of a sudden, a single 
stiffened finger penetrated her, sliding easily right up her gaping sex.  Lyle 
gave Cody a meaningful look, a look that clearly said -- It was time to fuck!
Before she knew what was happening, the naked woman found herself being dragged 
to her feet and hauled across the room, only to be rudely tossed over the long 
sofa next to her two bare-assed daughters. She found herself in the undignified 
position of being dumped bottom up, head down onto the seat cushion, breasts 
flopping forward, loose hair tumbling down over her head.  With a heightened 
realization of what the intruders meant to do to her and her girls, she started 
to struggle once more, fighting him now with renewed determination.  It took all 
three of them to finally subdue the big woman, but soon she was bound and gagged 
once more so she could do no more than squirm in frantic desperation.
  
Once they had the struggling Ms Bainbridge upended over the couch, Lyle wasted 
no time in bringing a paddle blade down hard on her writhing ass, delivering a 
decisive whack that momentarily indented the rubbery pillows with a resounding, 
and immensely satisfying, "THUD". 
The paddle slammed furiously into Melissa's ample rump once again, and before 
she could catch her breath, it descended once more, again and again in rapid 
succession, while the captive woman howled her outrage, twisting, screeching 
into her gag, kicking up her heels in a frantic scissoring blur. Tears welled up 
in her eyes from the vicious sting the man infused in her agitated bottom.  But 
just as Lyle had expected, the flurry of spanks had a salutary effect.  After 
that, the newly subdued woman quieted down and now she lay still, compliant, at 
least for the moment, wishing only that her long ordeal would end. Her only 
thought now was that once their animal lust was satiated, the randy males would 
surely leave them alone.
Lyle stepped back to contemplate the salacious picture before him.  The young 
woman's long, totally nude body formed an inverted V: well upended over the 
sofa, head, shoulders down one side, hefty tits lolling down.  Her hips were 
raised high; lush, full-curved ass prominently displayed, the fleshy mounds 
still pulsing with the warm inner glow he had generated there.  And those 
smoothly tapering legs, set tight together, angled down behind her so that her 
bare toes barely touched the floor.  Between her rigidly pressed legs, a hint of 
her cuntlips could be seen.  To her left lay the pony-tailed girl, oatmeal 
sweater rucked up under her arms, displaced panties drawn halfway down, slovenly 
left to span those strong athletic thighs, and leave that nice, smoothly rounded 
bottom, and those agile young legs, all deliciously bared to admiring male eyes 
-- their clean lines unbroken save for the white cotton socks and trim sneakers 
on her feet.  Draped over the sofa next to her was the copper-haired girl, hair 
falling forward over her inverted head, bunched up panties left wantonly at 
half-mast, her lithe tomboyish body bent at the hips so that narrow coltish legs 
hung down the far side, slim calves encased in white knee-socks of stretched 
cotton, strapped patent leather sandals dangling straight down with the toes 
suspended an inch or two off the tiled floor.
"Ya see boys, sometimes a woman needs a little warmin' up 'fore you fuck her,"  
Lyle preened, stepping up to place a proprietary hand on Melissa's still-hurting 
rump.  Grinning at his offspring, he opened his pants, let them collapse down 
his skinny legs, and skimmed down his briefs in one quick motion, releasing his 
lust-engorged cock which surged up in eager expectation.
"Hold on a minute, Pa."  Cody was tingling with sexual excitement, and he wanted 
to fuck, but he fought down the deep rutting male urge.  He wasn't through 
humiliating the insolent college girl who had so smugly rejected him.  He turned 
to whisper something to his little brother, who smiled and nodded his eager 
approval.  Kneeling down behind the girl, Eugene started removing the canvas 
sneakers from her stockinged feet.
Meanwhile, Cody used the knife to cut the duct tape binding Kelly's wrists 
giving her the tremendous relief that came with having her hands free. Next he 
undid the gag and removed the white sweat sock that he had stuffed in her mouth.  
Now with her arms free, Cody could finish the job of removing Kelly's bunched-up 
sweater.  He quickly pulled it over her head, stripping her, leaving her bare-
breasted body laying stretched out over the sofa.  He couldn't resist reaching 
for a quick feel, clutching handfuls of the delightfully silky titties that 
dangled so appealingly under her, and getting a tight-lipped whimper from his 
captive as he held her tight.
 Now he squatted down before the girl, and grabbed her by the pony-tail, using 
that hank of silken hair to yank back her head so that the blond girl was forced 
to look straight into his hard eyes.  He clenched that fistful of hair and 
twisted slightly, bringing a twinge of pain to her brow as he looked deep into 
those wide blue terrified eyes.
  
"I'm not done spankin' this one yet," he allowed, in a voice dripping with slow 
menace. "But maybe if she asks me real nice, well, I just might fuck her instead 
of whompin' her ass."
 "Say it, bitch!" he demanded adding a twist of his wrist as he pulled her back 
by the hair, "Say: 'please, say fuck me' ".
"You sicken me, you disgusting pig!" the girl hissed at her tormentor with 
surprising vehemence.
	
Behind his nylon mask Cody's thin lips slithered into a truly evil grin. Over 
her head he nodded to his brother who stood behind her, holding one of the 
girl's sneakers by the toe.
WHAP! the fierce whack landed squarely on the girl's vulnerable behind and her 
eyes shot wide open as she jack-knifed straight up, kicking up her heels in 
frantic reaction. The fierce smack to her tender bottom hurt like blue blazes, 
taking her breath away and bringing tears to the girl's moist blue eyes. 
He waited till she settled down, and he grabbed a hank of hair and pulled her 
face upward.  For a long moment they locked gazes, neither of them flinching.  
Then, never taking his eyes from the girl's, Cody nodded again, and the flexible 
rubber sole of the sneaker came cracking down on the crest of young Ms 
Bainbridge's left bottom cheek as the wiry boy delivered a second, resoundingly 
solid "SPLAT."  The firm flesh absorbed the blow, whitened with the imprint of 
the sneaker, then reddened; the girl's screech filled the air.
 
"YEEE..OUCH!  Noooo. No more.  Pl..please no more," she pleaded breathlessly.
"Say it," he smiled, his voice silky and low, and infinitely patient.
"F...fuck me," the girl whimpered in a barely audible voice.
"Say: 'Fuck me please, Sir'."
"Fuck me...please," the rattled girl managed to get out, between shivering 
gasps.
Another nod brought the sneaker arching down to land squarely on her right cheek 
for more swift retribution; once again the girl screeched out in torment.
"YEEE...OUCH!!"
"FUCK MEEEEE!  Please fuck me, sir! Please fuck me, Sir!" she babbled, pleading 
with frantic desperation.
Still gripping her by the hair, Cody stood up and edged closer to the couch.  
With one hand he fumbled to open his pants, reaching in to free his massive 
erection.  Once more he held his demanding sex to the pretty face of the now 
complaint college girl.  He didn't say a word.  He didn't have to. She knew what 
was expected of her.
Swallowing down the burning ache that radiated through her young body from her 
tenderized behind, the girl sucked in a quivering breath, and then leaned 
forward to bring her pursed lips into contact with the proffered penis.
Cody accepted the obscene kiss with an air of smug triumph.  "Now, say it 
again," he demanded sweetly, as if talking to a child.
"Please fuck me, Sir," the girl obediently muttered the toneless reply.
"Okay, Baby.  Since you asked for it!"
End of Part 5
Part 6
The three randy males were hard, intensely, painfully hard; driven by the surge 
of raw power, that familiar, deep rutting sexual urge, that screamed for 
satisfaction after witnessing the stuck-up college girl's sexual humiliation. 
With naked pricks bobbing obscenely, the three approached the waiting females.  
Lyle grabbed for Melissa's well-made ass, dug his fingers into the pliant 
rearcheeks and pulled her back by the haunches, straight towards his upright 
manhood.  Cody clamped Kelly's hips, holding her in a vice-like grip as he 
scuttled up, bending his knees to bring his tautly-swollen prick into place, 
right up between her legs.  Eugene edged closer to Penny's small rounded butt 
and reached between her legs to fumble with her delicate vulva, prying open her 
pussylips, holding her moist labia apart with the fingers of one hand as he 
eased his straining cock into place and inched upward.
 
Lyle nudged open Melissa's wonderfully inviting thighs and smoothly slid his 
erect manhood right up her silky vagina, penetrating her in one swift thrust 
that had the big woman tossing back her thick mane and gurgling with deep-
throated pleasure.  Her cunt was wet, drippingly wet, and she exploded almost as 
soon as he touched her. Yet Lyle, determined to give her a thorough fucking, 
kept up his efforts, methodically pumping in and out, pounding his loins against 
her solid jutting rearmounds, hunching over her and thrusting slow and deep, 
till he started to feel her push back at him.  Incredibly, Melissa felt the 
power of second orgasm building up in her.  Soon her wild bucking urged him to 
quicken the pace till he was plunging into the gyrating woman with happy 
enthusiasm, grinding his hips into the pillowy softness of Melissa Coleman-
Bainbridge's aristocratic, and now thoroughly-punished, ass.
Next to him his eldest son, was experiencing the heavenly feel of the college 
girl's slick tight pussy as it clung wetly to his ravaging prick with every 
smooth stroke.  The cradle of his hips powered into the firm elasticity of 
Kelly's jutting rump, smacking against her several times in rapid slaps, before 
he drove into her brutally, burying his prick all the way up her tight young 
vagina, and holding himself in place as he arched up, head thrown back, buried 
to the hilt up the rich girl's cunt.  He gave a wiggle to his hips, and heard 
the young woman's answering moan, a low and passionate purr of deep-throated 
pleasure.
A plaintive groan from his brother's direction, caused Cody to turn to see the 
skinny kid clamping the girl's compact hips between his hands while he excitedly 
fucked Penny's teen-aged pussy, even as the sinewy girl twisted and reared back, 
arching her back as she savored the repeated penetration.  Eugene ran his hands 
up the straining girl's arched front, cupping her still-covered breasts through 
the blouse she wore, holding her budding tits while he pressed up against her, 
burying his face in her hair at the crook of her neck.
Soon the room was filled with the lustful sounds of an all-out fuck fest: the 
wet slurping sounds of three ravaging cocks, plunging into and withdrawing from, 
three slick, well-lubricated pussies; hips smacked against solid rumps, the 
tight grunts of rutting males punctuating the passionate moans of impaled 
females writhing in sexual heat, their healthy young bodies shaking and 
shuddering with repeated jolts of sensual pleasure.
Lyle rose up high on his toes, arched his loins and held himself rigid, the full 
length of his cock buried in the churning depths of Melissa's velvety cunt; 
savoring the inevitable escalation of sheer pleasure that powered through him 
sending him to the edge.  He threw back his head as his prick exploded in a 
burst of pure ecstasy, flooding the rich woman's innards with his cum.  He heard 
his youngest son moan as the lad's climax racked his thin frame.  Cody, his jaws 
clenched tight, every muscle of his body drawn taut, was still fucking 
furiously, ruthlessly pounding into the college girl as she emitted a series of 
high pitched yelps, shaking and trembling under him.  Just at the supreme 
moment, as he sensed the rise of exciting pleasure was unstoppable, the lad 
abruptly pulled out to grab his pulsating prick and shoot his erupting cum all 
over Kelly's rump, splattering the rounded contours of the college girl's smooth 
young ass.
As the others dismounted, Lyle staggered back, weak-kneed and thoroughly spent.  
He didn't bother to tuck in his deleted penis, as he leaned back against the 
wall, gazing at the exciting tableau before him -- the mother's lush, tempting 
rump, fully-mounded assflesh formed with deep, generous undercurves; the older 
girl's sleek, tautly-drawn cheeks, perfectly symmetrical, still decorated with 
ropy wads of spunk, the thick white fluid trickling down, congealing in drying 
trails on the twin curves; and the youngest daughter's, tight-cheeked young 
bottom, highly rounded domes, pert and deliciously appealing -- all so nicely 
displayed.  The thought struck him, that a little remembrance might come in 
handy someday. 
He remembered that in ransacking the place he had grabbed a camera, a polaroid 
he was pretty sure.  Now he sent Eugene out to the truck to go though the bags 
to find that camera. Directly across the room stood a full-length closet with 
mirrored bi-fold panels.  By carefully angling the camera he could get a picture 
of the three presented behinds as well as a series which included the faces of 
the draped-over females who were made to raise their heads and stare at their 
reflections in the mirrored doors.  Lyle was sure the lewd pictures he got would 
be worth a lot of money someday, particularly if he played his cards right.
****
For Lyle, fucking the squirming, writhing, dark-haired beauty was a dream come 
true.  The woman was a good lay, he decided!  A damn good lay!  And once he had 
her warmed up, she fucked like a lust-crazed slut.  Yeah, she loved it!  He had 
seen her shudder with arousal, and now he knew just what turned her on.  He had 
her moaning helplessly while he felt her bottom up, and when he first whomped 
that bouncy ass of hers, she got really hot; she wanted it, bad!  Idly, he 
wondered if he should screw her again; maybe throwing her on the floor, and 
taking her right there in front of them all, or even giving it to her up the 
ass!  Yeah, that was it!  He'd fuck the rich bitch in the ass, he decided, but 
first he'd make her beg for it, make her kneel down and ask him real nice, just 
like Cody had the college girl. He smiled at the happy thought: the elegant 
Melissa, naked, down on her hands and knees, flinging back her rich mane as she 
reared up and he knelt behind her and savagely drove his ravaging prick right up 
her tight clenching asshole.
Why not? They had plenty of time before that asshole of a husband came back.  
Time to fuck the rich man's wife over and over again.  He'd get to her again, 
but for now, he set his sights on the two girls.  Before he left, he would 
sample their tight young pussies, and he'd let his boys take a shot at big Mama.  
They'd have a good time with her!  But first he needed a little time out he 
thought, as he fingered his depleted cock, tucked it into his pants, and zipped 
up. 
Now Lyle was thirsty, and hungry.  The bedraggled captives were pulled to their 
feet, and threatened with renewed spanking if there was any trouble.  But the 
fight had all gone out of them, and no one seemed in the mood to cause much in 
the way of trouble.  Now each was assigned a corner of the room, there to stand, 
facing the walls, freshly-punished bottoms left uncovered for the pleasure of 
their leering captors.
In a nearby corner, her back turned toward them, the family matriarch stood 
straight and tall.  They pulled her up from the couch, rightened her, and held 
her by the arms while they slipped her pumps back on her bare feet.  Now the big 
nude stood with long legs pressed close, completely naked but for the watch on 
her wrist and her shoes, high heels set together, hands at her side, standing 
there studying the wall in front of her.  Lyle's admiring eyes took in the 
graceful curve of her long back, those splendid legs, and that voluptuous, 
womanly ass; magnificently plump, rounded bottomcheeks still smarting with a 
fading pink afterglow.
In another corner stood the pony-tailed college girl, also buck-naked, but for 
the thick white cotton socks she still had on.  Cody had pulled her to her feet, 
and when the shaken girl fumbled to hitch up her displaced underwear, he stopped 
her, forcing her to endure the added humiliation of having to scuttle across the 
room with lowered panties hobbling her at each step of the way, till she took 
her place in her assigned corner.  There she stood -- tangled briefs at her 
knees -- mute testament to her humbling at the raunchy lad's calloused hands, 
her humbling so freshly evident by the sight of her blushing, delectably rounded 
behind. 
In a similar manner her younger sister stood facing the far corner; panties 
sagging slovenly at half-mast.  Her neatly curved, boyish butt was saucily 
displayed in open view.  From her narrow shoulders, the white school blouse hung 
straight down, the bottom edge just kissing her hips; from the hem of the blouse 
to the top of her stretched knee-socks, the girl was left exposed.  The white 
underpants had slipped down almost to her knees, and would have dropped to her 
ankles by gravity alone, had not Eugene nudged her heels apart so she was made 
to stand with legs spread wide thus keeping the bunched panties suspended in 
place, stretched taut across those open girlish thighs.
After a further warning that the three of them were not to turn around, their 
captors felt safe in taking off the hot, clinging stocking masks.  They would 
comfortably contemplate the delightful view as they sat around guzzling the beer 
they found in the rec room's refrigerator.  Lyle couldn't resist grabbing the 
camera to snap off a few pictures of each corner of the room with its recently 
chastised occupant.  He would add those to his private collection -- for 
possible future use.  Once they left, he would keep the photos, as a sort of 
souvenir.  But they would not be leaving for a long time yet; and as for the 
three captives -- their long ordeal had just begun.
End of Part 6
The End
2005 Copyright Don Winslow
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's stories may be found at: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www
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