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Rape's Progress Part 8

The continuing adventures of Sebastian X. A fictional tale of sex and violence, and in this episode, a novel idea for a cucumber sandwich. Ozmanga stories are unsuitable for children, puritans and those prohibited from thinking about such things by government regulation or superstition.

RAPE'S PROGRESS  Part 8
by Sebastian X

Jerome Hildebrand-Smythe's mansion was located next to the National Park on the edge of the city. It had recently been put on the market. Kim, posing as a potential buyer, had reconnoitered the area with a view to abducting Jerome for questioning. Jerome had been identified as a likely suspect in a scam which had deprived the ‘Company' of some of its ill-gotten gains, which Kim had been contracted to recover.

Friday night was the live-in maid's night out. At about four o'clock, Turk parked our old Ford out of sight and him and I approached the imposing portico which graced the front of the Hildebrand-Smythe's dwelling. Turk was in charge, which pleased him greatly. In the few days I had been with my brother's organization we had hardly spoken but it was clear, as we neared the big house, that Turk had taken a dislike to me.

‘Listen, Kid,' Turk muttered, ‘I'm the boss here, O.K.? So you gotta do exac'ly what I tell ya!' I nodded.

‘None of yer clever-clever ever-so-smart-assed "Yes mi lady, no mi lady" stuff tonight - got it?'

‘Yes, Turk.' I said.

‘Good!' he said, sounding unconvinced. ‘You gotta be real mean! Kick 'em shitless! Scare the tits off 'em!'

‘Fuck them witless?' I contributed.

‘Yeah, that too,' he grunted, without enthusiasm, as we knocked on the solid wooden double doors which led to the  hall.

‘Who's there?' said a querulous voice from the security speaker.

‘Your pizza, Mrs Hildebrand-Smythe,' I replied.

‘Really! You're much too early! And I've told you before to use the tradesmen's entrance,' the voice grumbled.

‘O.K.' I said, ‘But it'll get cold!'

‘No! Wait! All right! I'm coming,' she said and soon afterwards the door opened a crack.

Turk burst through the opening and with a blow knocked Madelaine Hildebrand-Smythe to the marble floor. I followed.

The stunned woman sat with her legs spread wide. The skirt of her dress had ridden up to reveal shapely stockinged legs and a flash of yellow silk panties. The shoulder strap, too, had slipped to show her well-formed bosom was covered by a matching bra.

‘Stop gawping and close the fucking door!' Turk barked at me. 

Mrs Hildebrand-Smythe tried to stand but slipped on the polished floor and sat down again heavily. She started to protest. Her voice was high and tremulous. She was close to hysteria.‘What is the meaning ...' Turk took two steps to where she sat and slapped her.

‘Shut the fuck up!'  He bent over the frightened woman, seized her by the shoulders and dragged her to her feet. ‘Show the Kid your tits.  You fat white  whore!' he growled and, when the woman did not immediately obey him, Turk slapped her again.

The big thug hooked his fingers around the soft material of the woman's dress and pulled down. The cloth  ripped  and his victim's well-filled bra was exposed. ‘She's gotta nice pair of hooters for a white sow, eh Kid?' he called to me, ‘Reckon you could tit-fuck this pair?'

Before I could respond to this agreeable suggestion, the door which led to one of the rooms off the hall opened and the daughter of the house made her entrance. Mellissa Hildebrand-Smythe had heard the commotion but was unprepared to find her mother in the grip of a large, dark-skinned, fez-wearing hoodlum who was busy squeezing the older woman's silk-clad breasts. 

‘Mummy!' she cried ‘Oh! What are they doing?'

I stepped behind the well-built teenager and grabbed her shoulder and hip.'Keep still!' I whispered.

‘I'll tell ya what we're doing, you stuck-up little rich bitch!' snarled the Turk. ‘We're gonna strip you two cunts nekkid, then we're gonna kick  the shit outta ya, then we're gonna … I'll bet you know what we're gonna do then!'

Kim's plan was simple. The Turk and I would break into the Hildebrand-Smythe's (not their real name) mansion and terrorize Jerome's wife and daughter until he arrived. The banker would then be taken to Kim's ‘dungeon' for questioning about the accounts he was believed to have stolen from Kim's client. It was assumed that having seen the peril his family was in - and the suffering they had already endured - he would return the client's money and live.

Not ‘live happily ever after' - just ‘live'.

Kim had told Turk and me not to inflict real damage on either of the women or the property. She saw them as being marketable commodities later. Despite Kim's instructions Turk was very rough with Madelaine. He kept up a stream of obscene abuse and a steady rain of slaps and punches as we dragged the women into a sitting room and began the task of stripping them bare. She tried to buy us off.

‘I'll give you money, credit cards, anything!' she wailed between blows. ‘Only, please, stop this … this ...!'

‘That's real nice of you, you fucking cow, but we're gonna take it anyhow, soon as we've finished fucking you and your slutty kid!' responded Turk. He tugged the tattered remains of the top of her dress and the yellow silk bra to her hips before grabbing a breast in each massive paw and pulling the helpless woman to him. He slobbered on her neck. It looked like he was auditioning for a part in a vampire movie. Madelaine screamed in pain but continued to beg for mercy, if not for herself, then for Mellissa.

‘Please, not the girl!' she pleaded. ‘Me! Just me! Oh! God! Not the girl! I'll give you a good time if you'll ...' but Turk punched her in the stomach and she sank to her knees, gasping for breath.

Melissa had started by resisting, but by the time I had pulled her stretch-jeans half off and had a little feel of her pristine pussy she was becoming manageable. She had a tight little twat and when I inserted a couple of fingers she began to howl. 

‘Ooh! Noooh! Noooh!' she crooned.

Mellissa's cries got louder after I had tossed her jeans into a corner and began to unveil her titties. The lightweight material of her college top ripped apart easily and, as she wasn't wearing a brassier, I was quickly able to fill my hands with soft warm teenage tit-flesh. I hoisted her onto the back of an expensive looking leather armchair, made her put a leg over each linen-covered arm. Then, slowly so as to prolong her fear and shame, I tore one side of Melissa's cotton briefs and slid them down a long smooth leg. I took off my belt and let it fall lightly across Mellissa's stretched thigh. ‘Shut up!' I ordered and the weeping stopped. I unzipped my pants and allowed my stiff prick to swing free (a blessed relief). Melissa looked at it wide-eyed. ‘No!' she gasped. 

Madelaine, hearing the change in her daughter's cries looked up. Seeing Mellissa spread wide with her tits bare and her sex about to be spitted with a pork sword, she regained her voice. 

‘Oh my G ...! Stop! Please! She's a virgin!'

If she thought this claim would soften the Turk's hard heart the mother was mistaken. He dragged her over to the chair and forced Madelaine to her knees. ‘So, help the little bitch!' He directed. ‘Lick his dick! Make it wet!'

The older woman hesitated and received another slap from Turk. ‘Be better,' I said, thinking she might just bite me, ‘If she tongue-fucked Mellissa. Sort of incestuous fore-play.'

The suggestion appealed to the Turk. ‘Yeah!' he said, ‘ Get your fucking tongue up her crack!' and for the next five minutes I watched as Madelaine went down on her virgin daughter while the Turk gave her ass an occasional whack with my belt. The cunnilingus may have helped because I was able to insert the first couple of inches of my larger than average erection into Mellissa's cunt without tearing anything. Turk held Madelaine's head within inches of her daughter's quim as I pushed slowly but firmly home.

‘It's not every muff-diving momma gets a ringside seat to see her kid's cherry popped!' he laughed as Mellissa screamed and writhed on my blue-veined cock. ‘'Course there's gotta be a cherry to pop. Maybe your kid's really a little tramp?'

There was a ‘cherry'. I felt the pressure of Mellissa's hymen against the head of my slowly advancing dick and pushed steadily deeper. It parted like damp gauze and I felt a wash of warmth down the length of my prick as the blood - what little there was of it - flowed. The teenager jerked and wept.

‘Was that it?' asked the Turk. I nodded.

‘Let's see!' he said and I reluctantly withdrew from the sobbing girl to display my erection glistening in bloody glory.

Madelaine gave a moan of despair but the Turk laughed and said, ‘Clean him up, Bitch! Have some dick with cherry topping!'

I was secretly very glad that the woman decided to resist Turk's invitation to dine. She pulled away quickly and broke free. She nearly made it to the door before the belt wielding Turk caught her.

Madelaine was knocked down and Turk thrashed the rags off her back. He seemed to be really angry - not just putting it on. 

I reentered the erstwhile virgin and buried the full length of my blood smeared cock in her tight little cunt.  Mellissa moaned and tried to escape but only succeeded in bending backwards over the rear of the chair. This position elevated the girl's hips and made deep penetration possible despite her tightness. I pumped steadily and was pleased to feel my balls swing against her perineum and my glans bump her cervix at the end of each thrust.
Her position also gave me the chance  to play with her firm breasts and their plump pink nipples.

Mellissa's moans became louder and sharper as I pulled and pinched her well-developed dugs. At eighteen she had breasts almost as full as her mother's. ‘Please … Don't! Please … Don't!' she repeated as I quickened the tempo, and hammered her backside into the soft leather of the chair. I relished the girl's fruitless appeals and decided to hold off coming for as long as I could.

‘You like it, really!' I suggested, squeezing both nipples and ramming her against the chair. ‘I'll bet you dreamed of being raped. Of losing your maidenhead to some ruthless bastard like me? Of being fucked so hard it'll never be the same again, eh?' She denied any such thoughts by screaming, ‘NO!' and dissolving into tears.

Turk had at last stopped beating the unfortunate Madelaine who lay stretched out on the carpet breathing but apparently unconscious. Her panties were still in place. Turk stood up and removed his jacket and top then eased his pants down to let his penis flop out. For a big man he was not spectacularly well hung and his prick seemed soft.

I didn't watch for long as Mellissa resumed her pitiful chant of, ‘Please … Don't! Please … Don't!' in time with my thrusts - which really got me going - and which stopped only when I flooded my victim with jets of warm cum.

When I got my breath back, I saw that the Turk had his dick in Madelaine's mouth and was encouraging her to stiffen it by sawing at her cunt with the expensive yellow silk of her knickers. She still seemed to be out of this world.

‘What you gawping at?' he snarled when he looked around to see why Mellissa had stopped making a noise. ‘Give the slag a kicking if you've finished fucking it!'

At that moment three things happened;  Madelaine came to with a scream, the yellow silk of her knickers ripped, baring her pussy, and Jerome Hildebrand-Smythe came into the room and said - as true as my name is Sebastian -

‘Honey, I'm home!'
 
Jerome had only a moment to register the shocking  scene - his wife flat on her back, her mouth full of black pudding, her nylon-clad legs wide apart, flashing her gash, and his daughter naked, her thighs streaked with blood and cum, her breasts held in the grip of yours truly - before the Turk hit him. I was surprised at the speed with which the big man crossed the room to flatten the surprised householder. Jerome went down and stayed down. 

‘Gimmee some cord from them drapes!' ordered the Turk, and within five minutes of coming home Jerome Hildebrand-Smythe was trussed up, like a turkey for the oven.

Jerome took a while to surface. During this time I amused myself by rubbing my sticky dick between Mellissa's  ass cheeks  and playing with her tits. Madelaine knelt and rocked forwards and backwards like a distressed animal in a cage while the Turk first  removed Jerome's shoes and socks before unbuckling the confused man's belt and hauling his pants and underpants down to his knees.

‘Get that young tart on the table with her ass up!' directed the Turk. ‘We'll put on a show for Daddy!'
		
The ‘show' we put on for Jerome was the anal rape of his daughter with his wife helping. Mellissa begged and screamed to no avail as I forced, first my thumb, then the tip of my dick into her tightly clenched arsehole. Jerome was dazed and speechless as I started to force my way up the girl's fundament, pulling back a little before advancing a little more. Madelaine, sobbing, held grimly onto one leg.

When Jerome realized what he was seeing he started to protest. ‘You filthy, lousy, scum ...!' he began. Turk stuffed some yellow silk in his mouth and told him to be quiet and watch. He did.

After about five minutes of butt humping  - during which time my reluctant catamite kept up a steady whine of, ‘Daddy, please make them stop!' - when I was deep inside her, Turk gave a great yell.

‘Look at that, will ya? He's gotta fucking hard on!' he yelled. And he lifted Jerome's shirt tail to demonstrate the truth of his statement. Jerome's penis was as stiff as a poker. ‘The dirty bastard is getting off on watching his own daughter taking it up the ass!'

Jerome shook his head violently in denial and his gag flew out. ‘NO!' he screamed. He was crying.

‘Well, maybe you'd like to fuck this one?' said Turk, giving Madelaine a kick.

Jerome sobbed and shook his head again. The Turk leaned over him.

‘No? Then maybe you'd like a golden rivet?' the Turk  said. He reached around the captive's hips and seized his prick and balls in one massive fist before mounting him. I'll swear I heard the banker's testicles squash before he started to scream like a stuck pig.

‘I like mine to have  a handle!' Turk joked above the din, looking happy for the first time that day.

I was glad when Turk finished and took Jerome away. He left me to guard the two weeping women. Which meant a reprieve for Mellissa's arse. It was not possible to do a proper job of sodomising the daughter and still keep an eye on the mother.

‘On your back, Madelaine!' I said to the older woman and she obeyed without question. She was no longer hysterical. She spread her legs without being told and seemed to me to be disappointed when I made the tearful  Mellissa kneel between them. It might have been concern for her kid.

‘Don't worry, Madelaine,' I said, ‘I am going to fuck you but I haven't yet finished with your lovely daughter!' and I took Mellissa from behind. The teenager's twat was slippery and I went deep with my first thrust. I pulled out and pushed the girl forward, opening the way to her mother's cunt.'Now you,' I said, guiding my prick into the proffered crack.
Madelaine's reaction was a surprise. Her vaginal muscles gripped my well lubricated cock and she thrust back at me like a lover. She sighed as I slid out of her cunt-hold in order to again split her daughter's sore and swollen pussy. Mellissa wept, as I ripped into her, forcing her tit-to-tit with her mother before I slid out of her and into ‘Mummy' once more.

‘Please! Use me! Not her!' sobbed  Madelaine, ‘She's had enough, poor girl!' 

‘And you've had none!' I said, staying inside the older woman. ‘Tell you what,' I said ‘ if you  masturbate her while you show her how to satisfy a horny sod like me I'll give her twat a rest!'

Madelaine nodded her agreement and gently reached between her daughter's legs and began to massage Mellissa's cunt  while I devoted my energies to rogering the lady of the house.
She  did a good job of keeping me happy and her daughter off my impaler. She even managed to get Mellissa to climax, more or less at the same time as I came.
 Madelaine's own orgasm was badly faked - she'd seen the movie  ‘Harry Met Sally' - but I gave her  nine out of ten for trying.

In the kitchen I found some clothesline and secured Mellissa to a stout wooden chair. Her mother watched nervously, wondering what new torment I had in mind. When I suggested she pass the time using a large cucumber as a double-ended dildo she burst into tears.

‘Why … why us? Why  did you pick on us for your filthy sport?' she blubbered. 

I realized that she had no idea of what dangers her husband had exposed them to by trying to cheat our clients. I saw no reason why she shouldn't be told that strong evidence implicated Hildebrand-Smythe  in a scam involving his partner, Boris, the late mate and victim of the murderous Lady Felicity. I wrapped up the tale by patting Mellissa on the butt and saying, ‘I'm sure Jerome will tell our clients everything in order to preserve this plump little rump and juicy cunt. Yours too,' I added reaching for the vegetable and inserting it firmly up Mellissa's meat. About fifteen inches protruded. Enough, I told Madelaine, to satisfy the greediest vegetarian.

Madelaine went white, staggered and leant heavily against the kitchen table. ‘Boris is dead?' she cried.

‘Yep. Felicity de-brained him with some bolt-cutters about ten days ago,' I replied. ‘You wouldn't have heard. He was on the run and using an assumed name. Now,' I said, ‘it's fucky-fucky time again, Mrs Hildebrand-Smythe. Get your cunt around that and hope Jerome is quick to tell the clients what they want to hear otherwise, dear Madelaine, I'll be up your arse making a cucumber sandwich!'

She shook her head, making her tits swing provocatively. ‘It's not Jerome your clients need to speak to,' she wept, ‘It's ME! I'm the one Boris was going to share the money with. Jerome knows nothing about it. I was going to leave him!'

‘Mother! How could you?' I heard Mellissa complain, but I was already on the phone to the warehouse. I spoke to Kim and urged her to let the clients know, that the person they needed to question was in my hands and ready to tell all.

Kim sent a van to collect the three of us. Jerome, poor sod, had been less than helpful and the clients' representative was getting impatient. By producing Madelaine I had saved the day for Kim and my brother and, for the moment, could do wrong.