King XXIV Penelope

This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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Once I was home from the hospital, mom, my sisters and Penelope resolved to take better care of my health for me.

"Look dear, I understand you asked us out here so you could protect us, but you are the one needing protection now and we're going to do just that," mom told me, sitting at my bedside. "Swine flu is nothing to sneeze at."

I sneezed, but she just wiped my nose.

Brenda and Tisha, my two enterprising sisters, stood nearby, looking on with kindness and concern. I had mixed feelings toward the both of them. On the one hand, they were really the ones who started my off on a life of full-tilt sexual wackiness. On the other, I couldn't help feeling that they'd exploited me when I was growing up in Oregon. They'd pimped me out to all their friends and anyone else they could find who could pay the on-board freight charges.

Brenda, still beautiful even as she approached middle age, had just extricated herself from a messy marriage to a rich, abusive husband. Tisha was living in the new York area with my Mom. In many respects, they were returning to the business they started in Oregon. Mom and Tisha were running a high-class escort service for lonely females and had recently sold a screenplay to Showtime about their experiences as pimps in the world's oldest profession. It had debuted earlier in the summer to Huge ratings.

Tisha still had that lovely but hard look she'd had even as a teen. He hair was dyed dark black and her lipstick made her lips radiate heat.

Off to the side stood Tisha's long-time friend Penelope. However much my sisters may have exploited me, Penelope always treated me kindly and with fairness. She benefited from the money I made for the co-op, but she made sure I got a share and tried to limit the more unpleasant experiences. I considered her a friend and she never seemed more lovely.

"You haven't damaged it, have you lover," Penelope said. "Creech tells me you've been plugging into every woman with a pulse on the west coast. Is that true??

"Let's just say that I have taken advantage of numerous opportunities," I said.

"No wonder you have swine flu," mom cautioned. "Your immune system was compromised."

Strangely, when I was a kid, I always seemed to be looking up at these four women from bed and the perspective and view had not changed. They'd just gotten a little older.

Mom was especially showing signs of her age. She'd had a rough life before the family business took off. My dad was a reprobate who cheated on her and beat her regularly. She'd had her kids late in life. As I grew up and made money in porn, I shared the wealth and now she lived quite comfortably, but the scars from her former life never fully healed no matter how many spa treatments she took.

At nearly 76, mom considered herself out of the sex game, but not out of the business. her escort service with Tisha was a real barn burner that made a lot of money in its own right. I still sent them money occasionally, but I knew they no longer needed my support. Brenda, on the other hand, was getting no monetary support from her rich soon-to-be-ex husband. She needed the money Mom and Tisha could provide and they were taking her into the business.

What could you say about Penelope? She grew up to be the caring person she was as a child. She remained sexually adventurous, but she came from a wealthy family and always seemed to have money to travel and go all over the world to trouble spots where she would organize relief efforts and help out however she could. She and I had remained friends over the years and always tried to stay up to date on each other's lives.

"Who are all of these beautiful women floating in and out of this place at all hours?" she asked.

"They call themselves my harem," I told her. "The number of members waxes and wanes but has swelled pretty dramatically recently."

"Lori Jenkins, of course, I knew, but you never said anything about the others being so beautiful," Penelope said. "Now I see you are bopping her daughter, Priscilla, who is the spitting image of her mother at the same age. You always did like them young, didn't you?"

"I just like women," I laughed wanly.

"Well, sonny boy, your sexual exploits are over for awhile until you get well," Mom said. "We're going to keep all of those nasty women away from you."

"Look, I'm feeling a lot better," I protested.

'Our instructions from the doctor are to keep you isolated and we're going to do that, brother," said Tisha. "Besides, you are still running a high fever."

"It might be interesting to see how that cock feels inside you when it's super heated," Brenda pondered.

"Brenda, quit talking about you little brother that way," Mom said. "He's not a little boy you can exploit anymore."

"If he was ever little," Brenda said, "no one would have tried to exploit him."

"Even so," Penelope said. "I think its best we let Brad fully recover before stressing his natural resources."

"It's not like he's an oil rig," Tisha said. "Too much drilling and we'll run out of oil."

"I say, drill, baby, drill," Brenda said.

"Bren, that wasn't funny last summer," Penelope said. "It sure as fuck ain't funny now."

"Let's let him sleep and maybe if he feels better tomorrow, we can go down and tour the studio," Tisha said. "I called Creech and she said it was okay."

The next day, I did feel considerably better. Mom and the girls wanted to go down to the studio which had grown considerably since their last visit. Creech welcomed us when we got to my office.

"Enjoying your stay in LA, girls," she asked.

"That Rodeo Drive is a pisser," Mom said. "I never did see so much crap on sale for so much money."

"Yes, I know, I can't shop down there often, but when I do, I always find something I love," Creech said.

After more small talk, the girls wanted to go watch some videos being shot. Creech suggested I accompany them. Only three videos were being shot on this day. Terry Dendridge had one of her "Super Soaker" movies in production. An anal gape movie was being shot on another sound stage. An S&M video called "Bound for Sexual Freedom" was being shot by one of our new directors. It didn't surprise me that was the one that Tish wanted to see first.

When we walked on the sound stage made to look like a dungeon, three bound women were being swatted with a riding crop. The guy with the whip was a well-known sado-masochism star name Lash LaPooh, mostly because of his penchant for flogging female butts. Cary Dickinme was the director who'd approached us recently about shooting movies for our studios and had one a wide-spread following for her fetish films.

"Lash, I want you to whip them harder," Cary was telling Lash. "You are hardly leaving any welts."

The naked women had their heads through wooden stocks and their hands were tied to metal bars in front of them. On the other side of the stocks, their butts were raised skyward and their legs were splayed by the spreader bars to which their bare feet were tied. Their tight butt holes had serious butt plus inserted to spread them open wide.

Lash resumed his whipping, but a little harder now. The women screamed in unison, one was particularly vocal.

"Stop, this is way more than I agreed to," the women said. Her name was Ciera LaChance and was one of the young girls I'd brought back a year earlier from Minnesota to tryout as a porn star. She's always been squeamish about pain and I was a little surprised she'd even volunteered for an S&M shoot.

"Stop, Lash, let her out of the stocks," Cary said. "We can't proceed if she's not willing."

"Who else we gonna find to finish this picture?" Lash said.

"We'll just continue with two women," Cary said.

"Wait a minute," Tisha said. "Why don't you reshoot the whole scene with us three?"

"You three what?" I said.

"Me, Bren and Penelope," Tisha said. "I've always wanted to try something like this."

"Yes, that sound like fun, Tish," Penelope said.

"I don't know about this, Tish," Brenda said. "That whip looks pretty wicked."

"Are you three crazy, Tish," I said. "Lash here is going to whip your bare bottoms, stick his dick down your throats and then fuck all three of you in the ass. There's no way you can put up with that."

"And for good measure, I will piss down their throats," Lash said.

"I guess it is a little better than my GOP husband used to treat me," Brenda said.

"Yeh, it will be fun," Tisha said, "I have always wanted to explore that side of my personality."

"No way," I said. "I am not going to let my sisters and their friend get abused like that."

"Oh, but you don't mind if the women in the stocks get abused that way," Penelope said.

"That's different," I said. "They volunteered and they are getting paid."

"We're volunteering and you can pay us," Tisha said. "We're a lot better looking than those skanks you have in the stocks now. Now get them out and tie us up."

She was already taking off her clothing. I moved to interfere, but mom grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Have you ever in your life been able to stop your sisters or Penelope from doing something they had their minds set on?" she said.

She had a point. If there was an immovable object on earth, Tisha, Brenda and Penelope were collectively it.

Cary was a little sheepish. Being new to the studio, she was not ready to run afoul of me, but after a time even she agreed.

Lash insisted in bringing all three women on set and binding them with thick rope in his ritualistic fashion. Then in stuck their heads in the stocks and began striking their bare buttocks with the lash, lightly at first then more vigorously. Brenda was the first to show obvious discomfort. Tisha and Penelope seemed to be enjoying being so vulnerable.

Suddenly, Lash pulled out his sizable appendage and began force feeding it to his subjects. Brenda was unable to resist her gag reflex and puked violently. Tisha and Penelope slobbered copiously but managed to retain the contents of their stomachs. Lash, never shy, didn't seem to mind that the owner of the company he worked for was watching as he gagged my sisters and one of their best friends. Moreover, I considered Penelope a close personal friend and was concerned for her safety.

"Mom, I don't think I can watch this," I said. "I'm going back upstairs."

"When it's someone else's sister, you can watch and even participate, eh?" Mom said. "No, your sisters asked for this. It's probably good for them. I saw stuff like this even as a girl at the Sausage Factory. You can stay here and watch with me."

Soon Lash was slapping the girls' rear ends and fucking them roughly in their butts, just as he'd promised that he would. He alternated his attack between the girls' mouths and their anuses. They screamed convincingly like they were in terrible, terrible pain, but every now and then a look of delight would cross their faces and you could tell that the pain was welcome.

"They sure are having fun," Mom said.

"I guess, if you say so," I responded.

Actually, I was beginning to get uncomfortably turned on while watching, particularly seeing Penelope's round derriere getting pounded so violently. These three women had used me as their personal pin for their cushions when they were teens and didn't give me much chance to respond or enjoy the proceedings. It was kind of cool to see the situation reversed so dramatically.

"Goddamn, that feels great," Tisha called out as Lash dived balls deep into her clutching anus.

Her head was rocking back and forth so violently in the wooden stocks that I felt sure she'd knock herself unconscious or her head would pop right off. She had that far away dreamy look she used to get when she'd settle on my cock and just let the waves of pleasure wash over her. I guess I don't need to remind you that Tisha and Brenda were of the same blood and they enjoyed vigorous sex just as much as I and other members of my family did.

How to explain Penelope, however. No one screamed as vigorously or rocked back as hard on Lash's cock as she did. I actually felt a tinged of jealously remember how much pleasure she took in screwing me when we were adolescents. I wondered if I should check her family history to see if somehow she was related.

When Lash sprayed their faces with cum, the girls all had big smiles as if they were getting a gift from the gods. Brenda looked particularly pleased.

"I didn't think I'd enjoy that, but it was great," Brenda said. "How cum you didn't piss down our throats. I was kind of looking forward to that, just to see if I could take it."

"I didn't have enough piss for three throats," Lash said. He looked at me for guidance. I just shrugged.

He cut loose with a torrent of pee into Brenda's face that washed away the remaining chunks of puke from around her mouth and piss shined her porcelain face. It always seemed like the most untouchable spoiled bitches turned out to be the kinkiest.

Brenda sputtered in protest momentarily, but eventually, she opened wide to let the piss spill into her open mouth and out her nose. I could have sworn I saw some leaking from her ears, but maybe I was just hoping for confirmation of her empty headedness, feelings I'd harbored since we were kids. They always say the oldest sibling get most of the brains, but I always felt Brenda missed the ceremony where brains were bestowed.

When the girls were untied, showered and dressed I headed upstairs. Tisha and Brenda insisted on leaving Lash their business cards and staying behind to chat with Lash and Cary about appearing in another movie. Mom stayed behind with them. As I approached the stairs, I heard footsteps behind me. It was Penelope.

"Mind if I walk along side you?" she asked.

"No, come along, but I figured you'd want to stay behind with Lash back there," I said.

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, you really seemed to be into the whole S&M thing," I said.

Penelope grabbed my arm on the stairs and nearly knocked me off balance when she spun me around.

"What kind of crack was that, Brad?" she demanded.

"Well, I just thought..."

"That's the trouble," she said. "You never think. You don't know that I put that whole show on for you. That every time Lash pumped into me, I imagined it was you. Dreamed it was you. And that knowing you were watching was one of the biggest turn ons for me imaginable."

"That's not the impression I got," I said.

"Well, you are not extraordinarily impressionable, are you?" Penelope said. "I've loved you ever since we were kids."

"You and my sisters loved the money and pleasure you could squeeze from my cock," I said.

"My God, you are dense," Penelope. "For me, perhaps that was how it all began. If you'll remember, you were my discovery. I saw your huge wang first and wanted no part of sharing it. Tisha and Brenda were the one who wanted to exploit you for money."

"Maybe so..."

"Nothing maybe about it," Penelope said. "And I treated you fairly and with love and concern. I got them to give you part of what you earned. I insisted on more reasonable hours for you. If it was up to Brenda and Tisha, you'd have been chained to the bed and your poor noodle worn to a frazzle. I even tried to get you out of fucking the nuns because I knew you hated it so much. It's just that the nuns paid so well that Brenda, Tisha and your Mom did not want to give up that money."

"Well, the point is that..."

"The point is that you are so focused on your point that you can't see beyond it and think no one else can either," she yelled. "You drive me insane. Poor Brad, so mistreated because he was blessed with one of the biggest, most beautiful cocks on earth. How pathetically sad? Do you really think that's what I care about."

"That's what you all care about."

"Meaning all of us poor perverted women, right?"

"If the shoe fits..."

"Well, yes, I am a woman, but very early, it was you I began to feel connected to," Penelope said. "In fact, that's what most women connect to in you. Yes, you have a beautiful cock, but you, your personality, your intelligence, your kindness, the whole package, that's what we respond to. You've become so jaundiced you just think it's all women see."

My mood softened. In truth, I was still smarting from watching her screw Lash so passionately.

"Hey, sailor, look," Penelope said. "Don't you think I know what's bothering you. Take me here, right on the stairs. Lash was nothing. It's you I want and always have wanted."

She hiked her skirt above her hips and pulled her panties aside. Then she did something remarkable. She folded her legs behind her head so that her hairless vagina was totally exposed and vulnerable.

"Brad, please, it's you I need," she said.

I let my pants drop to the floor and on the stairwell, began slowly, tenderly to make love to her. I'd forgotten she was a dancer and those incredible long legs folded behind her head stirred passions I had not felt since I was a kid. Soon we were locked in a sweat-soaked embrace and I was humping her wildly like some crazed jackrabbit.

It seemed like I spouted cum for hours. When I opened my eyes, I looked down to see her hair matted around her face and an almost heavenly smile on her lips.

"That was positively incredible," she said.

I leaned over to kiss her but heard a noise on the stairs above us. It was Creech. She'd been coming down the stairs and watched the whole love scene unfold below her. Rather than interrupt us, she'd waited patiently until we'd finished. Now that Penelope and I were done, she was resuming her journey downstairs.

"I guess it is official, Brad." she said. "You will screw anyone but me, even your sisters and and their friends."

At the level below us, she stepped through the door without another word or a look back.

"Another one who bit the dust, eh?" Penelope said. "And what's stopping you from fucking that one? She's certainly pretty. Beautiful, even."

"I know," I said. "She's right. I am a dog who fucks anything that moves. My sisters and you, included."

"And you are even an honest to god, mother fucker, right?" she said.

"Yes, my mother did demand certain privileges when I was younger," I said.

"Well, Brad you can't help that," Penelope said. "It was they...we who abused you. You were just a horny kid taking an advantage of a remarkable feast laid out before you. They brought all of the girls from school to your doorstep so you could fuck them. What else were you supposed to do?"

"Well, I don't know too many guys who screwed their sisters regularly, or their mothers," I said.

"Maybe their mothers were less attractive and horny," Penelope said. "After all, your mother did spend part of her youth in a brothel."

"Yes, but Creech is right, I could never be totally faithful," I said. "That's why I have refrained from making any overtures toward her. There has to be some women in my life I don't screw or who don't screw me."

"That seems remarkably cruel to her," Penelope said.

"Well, it would be even crueler to make love to her and then return to my usual behavior," I told her.

"She just wants to be a part of your life in all of the ways that a woman can love a man."

"No, I think Creech wants more. I think she imagines us settling down somewhere with a house and a white picket fence. How could I do that? I head one of the biggest porn and strip club companies in the world. Temptation is everywhere for me. Moreover, my family has been in the sex business for thousands of years and I am engaged in a battle for supremacy with an unseen enemy who'd like nothing more than to destroy me and everything I stand for."

"That is a lot on your plate," Penelope said. "But all of us who love you know you, your business and your nature. We know you aren't the settling down type. We just want to be around you. Even Tisha and Brenda. Maybe you are just afraid somebody might get inside and see your true feelings."

"Perhaps you're right, Penelope, but during my entire life, wherever I was about to let something slip from my grasp or control, it cost me something I cherished. That is the lesson I learned growing up. It is the lesson my family has learned repeatedly. Never give in. Never let your guard down. Something or somebody is always ready and willing to destroy whatever you have."

"Surely, it can't be that bad."

"Dnan learned it. Cresendyas did. And even Vlostock and Efram."

"Vlostock, too?" Penelope asked. "But I thought..."

"That he returned triumphant from Africa with the Quin," I said. "No, that's what my mother would like to believe, but I am afraid I know the true story. She does, too, but just doesn't want to tell what happened to the man she knew as her adoptive father. Or for that matter to her real father."

"Can she tell me what really happened? Or can you?"

"When we get back to the house tonight, I will ask her to tell Vlostock's story. But it's really the story of Mortuse, Efram, Cresendyas, Dnan, Jasper, Craddock and a hundred other family patriarchs whose gift has also been a curse. Just as mine is, in many ways."

"Brad, I'm sorry," Penelope said. "I had no idea."

"No one has any real idea of the burden my family bears or the danger that confronts us and the world. Even I did not know until recently."

"And who told you this danger exists?"

I swallowed hard. I knew that she would have trouble believing what I was about to tell her. Even I could hardly believe it.

"Recently," I said, "Efram appeared to me."