This is a taboo and incestual story of sexual humiliation and body cleaning. For all you rape and sex junkies, there is no actual intercourse in this story. There are still plenty of other fun things that can be done to the body though, so read on.
Well this is the 8th installment of the story a lot of crazy shit happens here and i hope everyone really enjoys it sorry it took so long to put something up i’ve been busy. I enjoy all the comments and votes thanks so much for sticking with me!
her revenge goes a little further than she planned perhaps
Our wannabe heroine goes nightclubbing with the wife
Okay, so.. this took longer to finish than I planned, mostly since I got side-tracked on some other stuff.. but finally, it’s done. Hope you enjoy. P.S. Emma is 18. I’ve forgotten to write that in.
Here’s part 3 you guys! Thank you all for reading and you’re all super fucking awesome ^_^
I woke up slowly. I think my entire body was sore, although most of the pain was concentrated in the muscles between my legs. I stretched slightly, realizing as I moved that I was under the satin sheets of his bed and the ties that had bound my arms had been released. I opened my eyes. The curtains over the windows were drawn, showing me that it was still night. My new master was not in bed beside me. I turned over to the empty side of the bed, my lower lip trembling in disappointment.
“Carol Anne.” I sat up quickly and turned toward his voice, a smile breaking out across my face an instant before a slight wince replaced it as the pain of my sore muscles flared up. He was sitting in a chair not far from the foot of the bed. On the table next to him was a glass of wine. He had a book in his hands that he lay down beside the glass as he smiled at me. Much to my disappointment, he was wearing pants.
“Did you enjoy your little rest?” I nodded slowly. “Are you hungry, pet?” I realized at that moment that I was indeed starving, and told him so. “Then come here, little one.”
I got out of bed and turned to walk toward him. I froze when I saw his eyes were narrowed at me. He flicked a single finger down towards the ground. It was then that I noticed that a plate of food and a glass that was sitting on a stool at his feet and understood. I dropped to all fours and crawled to him. He didn’t really smile at me, but his frown did disappear. I stopped at his feet.
May I?” He nodded, and I placed my head on his knee. He placed a hand on my head.
“You learn quickly, Carol Anne.” He ran his fingers gently through my hair as I waited for him to give me permission to begin eating. He was watching me carefully, a small smile returning to his face. Finally he gestured towards the plate of sandwiches.
“Eat, my pet, while we discuss some things.” I reached for one of the sandwich halves and slowly ate while watching him. He, however, was staring out the window at the stars. I had finished one half of a sandwich and had started on a second before he spoke.
“You realize that I have every intention of keeping you here until I tire of you, don’t you, pet?” I didn’t answer, just smiled broadly at him. He looked down at me when I didn’t answer, saw my smile and looked back out his window, even though it was so dark I couldn’t see anything out it.
“I imagined you would be quite delighted at this. I have already indicated to your boss that you would be leaving. He believes you are coming to work for me, which I suppose is not entirely untrue.” He smiled slightly to himself.
“How did you…” I said softly before I realized it said it. I quickly covered my mouth with my mouth, looking up at him, expecting to see anger. He did frown slightly down at me.
“Finish eating instead of talking. If you have questions, you may ask them later.” I nodded and took a sip of the drink in the glass. It appeared to be a red wine, but was thicker and appeared to be stronger. I eagerly took another sip as he continued speaking.
“I will deal with your friends as the need arises.” I frowned slightly, not really wanting him to harm my friends, even if we weren’t really close anymore. He seemed to notice my frown because he gently said, “Despite my nature, I am perfectly capable of handling things without violence, Carol Anne.” I relaxed at his words.
After that, he turned back to the window, seeming to be thinking something over. He was, however, stroking my hair, petting it quite absentmindedly. I sat at his feet sipping my wine as he sat quietly thinking and petting my head. Finally, I lifted up slightly into his hand like my childhood cat would do as I pet him. My master looked down at me, smiling softly.
“Am I boring you, Carol Anne?” I smiled but shook my head playfully. “Are you finished eating?”
“Yes, Master. It was very good, thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome, pet. Now put your glass down, you have more to learn.” I obeyed eagerly, turning so that I was kneeling between his legs facing him. It had not yet occurred to me what he wanted.
“My pet, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed you earlier.” I smiled enthusiastically, but he simply raised one of his hands and continued. “But there is much more of you to enjoy.” His hand slid under my collar, using it to pull me closer. “Take it out, pet.”
I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped him, reaching into his pants for the object of my desire. It wasn’t completely hard yet, but his size was still quite considerable. Having him in my small hands made the fire within me flare up quickly again. I looked up at him for guidance. He met my glance and then moved to settle himself more comfortably in his chair. He pulled me closer by the hair until my lips were an inch away from him.
“Open and put it in your mouth, Carol Anne.” I licked my lips and did as he told me. I tightened my lips around him and start to gently suck at him. I started to take more of him in my mouth and gently bob my head up and down on his cock as my tongue massaged the underside of his cock. At first, I had no problem taking him in my mouth, but he quickly grew quite hard and larger in my mouth. I was now struggling to stretch my mouth sufficiently around him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t see his face from my angle, but I could hear his soft moans and grunts at my actions, and his hips were thrusting slightly towards me. Finally, I felt a hand on my head firmly yet gently pushing me down, forcing me to take more of his cock. I gagged several times as his cock forced his way into my throat. I could feel my throat contacting around his cock, trying to dispel him. He let up on the pressure on my head for a few moments allowing me to take several deep breaths before he pushed back down on my head. He repeated this several times, and each time I made sure to continue my sucking as well as the massage of my tongue.
The fourth or fifth time he pushed me down, my nose pushed into his pubic hair. He held me there for a moment before I heard him grunt slightly. He pulled me up slightly so that only part of his cock was in my mouth as he said, “Swallow it all, pet.” He grunted again, and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth and onto my tongue. It was far hotter than I had realized. I held his cum in my mouth until he finished and sat back with a sigh. I let his cock fall from my mouth as I closed my eyes and rolled his cum around on my tongue, savoring the taste for several moments before swallowing it. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was watching me, but finally spoke.
“You did better than I thought you would,” he said, “although I’m sure you will improve in time.” As he said it, I felt tears fill my eyes and lowered my head, feeling that I had disappointed him. I blinked quickly trying to prevent my tears of frustration from falling. I felt his finger under my chin to lift my face towards him, but I turned away quickly. Immediately I felt his hand slap across my face and his hand cupping my chin to force my face up to look at him.
“Do not pull away from me again, Carol Anne.” His voice was even softer and more dangerous than usual. For the first time since having arrived, I was actually scared.
He let me go, however, and sat back, watching me. I raised my hands to hover over his knee, hoping to be able to touch and placate him. “May I, Master?”
“No.” I lowered my hands back to my lap, sadly. “I never thought you to be such a perfectionist that you couldn’t acknowledge that you could improve something you’ve never done before. Unless, of course, you have such experience I should expect more expertise,” he sneered. I shook my head fanatically, opening my mouth to answer him. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”
I whimpered slightly and sat back on my heels. He was watching me with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he spoke again.
“Do you know how old I am?” I shook my head, wondering at the seemingly irrelevant question.
“Suffice it to say I am centuries old. You are hardly the first I have claimed.” He paused for some time.
“However, you are the undeniably by far the most responsive and one of the most obedient and affectionate pets I have ever had the pleasure of claiming. I have never been more pleased with my choice of pet.”
I smiled slowly, not sure he wasn’t kidding. He smiled his slight smile back at me and continued. “Now stop your pouting because I note you can improve at something. It’s infantile and annoying.”
“May I speak?” I asked softly. He considered, then nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Master. I just thought I was disappointing you.”
“You weren’t. Trust me; you’ll certainly know if you do.”
“Are you going to punish me now for pulling away from you?”
He cocked his head slightly, obviously thinking. “Wait right there.” He got up and walked to a cabinet on one side of the room. He opened the door closer to me, preventing me from seeing what was in this cabinet. “I must say, pet, that there is such benefit to living in this century. So many toys readily available.” He closed the cabinet, and I finally saw what he had brought out. It was a leather flogger. He played with the tassels as he spoke to me.
“I don’t think my belt really made the impression I was hoping for, so let us see what this can do.” He used my collar to drag me to the center of the room. There was a hook hanging from the ceiling there that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He threw the flogger on the bed, and then pulled out a length of rope.
“Your hands.” I lifted them up to him, my eyes still on the flogger. I was still scared about the beating I was about to receive. He tied my hands together and then slipped the rope over the hook. My hands were raised high above my head. Only the balls of my feet touched the floor. He stepped back and looked me over. I saw him out of the corner of my eye but I was more interested in the flogger. He picked up the flogger and used it to turn my face towards him.
“Just remember that I love you,” he said softly before he brought the flogger down onto my left breast. I jumped at the pain, and whimpered slightly as the flogger fell onto my right breast. He continued until five blows had landed on either breast. He paused and I relaxed slightly, thinking it was over, but he only moved around to my back. He continued my beating, this time allowing ten blows to fall on my ass. He paused again.
“Now spread your legs.” I whimpered again through my tears, but did as best I could. He was in front of me again, this time raining four blows on the insides of each of my thighs. I was crying softly now.
“Just two more now, pet.” I was relieved until the first blow landed on my exposed pussy. I screamed, barely noticing the second strike. I stood there crying in pain as he put his toy away. He returned to me, untying my hands and whispering the only thing that could have alleviated my pain, “Good girl.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me on my stomach. I tried to roll over, but his hand pushed down on my back, preventing me. I frowned for a moment before I felt his hips against me, and realized that he was hard and throbbing again. Apparently, my master now wanted to take the last virgin part of me.
He moved away from me to get something, presumably some sort of lube. He inserted two fingers into my anus, trying to spread the lube around sufficiently. I heard him spreading the lube onto his cock before placing it against my hole. He leaned into my ear.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked in a mocking tone. I knew perfectly well he wouldn’t be gentle even if I asked him to, perhaps especially not if I asked. It didn’t matter, though; if I had wanted gentleness in a lover, I would not be here.
“No, master, I don’t,” I told him honestly. He chuckled against me.
“Insatiable,” he whispered as he began to push into me. It burned at first, only to be replaced by sharper pain. He seemed to be having trouble pushing into my tight hole. When I saw that he was half way into me, he pulled out slightly to thrust back into me. He continued in this manner, pulling back only to thrust even further into me. Finally, he pushed his hips against the sore cheeks of my ass.
It took longer for the pain to fade than it had when he first took me, but in time it did. I tried to thrust back against him, but found it difficult from my angle. He seemed to realize this and, without pulling out of me, he lifted my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. From this position, I could meet his thrusts without reserve.
I had not expected to enjoy this as much as I had our previous acts, but I slowly started to feel pleasure at his thrusts. The pleasure quickly spread when his fingers began to rub at my clit. He leaned forward over me to whisper in my ear.
“Cum with me, Carol Anne.” I nodded, unable to speak. His thrusts were getting stronger, and his fingers were circling my clit faster. I was incredibly close, but held myself back, determined to wait for him. I was rewarded when I heard him whisper, “Now!” followed by his groan of pleasure. I let myself go, feeling the pleasure flow through my body, causing it to convulse under him for some time. I collapsed onto the bed as he slowly pulled himself from me.
“Come clean me off, pet.” I slowly pulled myself off to look at his wilting cock. Somewhat reluctantly, I licked it clean. I finished without verbal complaint, but couldn’t help making a slight face.
“Do you not enjoy that particular act, pet?” he asked as I lay my head on his thigh. I hesitated before answering.
“I will do what you ask me to do, Master.”
He chuckled slightly. “That is not what I asked.”
“No, Master, I didn’t. But…”
“You’ll do as I tell you, I heard you the first time you said it. But I will keep your dislike in mind nonetheless.”
I was surprised, but answered with, “Thank you, Master.” I was exhausted now. My two naps since the morning were simply not sufficient when compared to the energy I had expended. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I asked him where I should sleep.
“Unless I tell you differently, you may sleep at the foot of my bed.” Slowly, I crawled to the foot of his enormous bed and curled up there facing him. I felt him place a blanket over me before I fell into a deep sleep.
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He looked at the foot of his bed, where his newest pet was curled up and fast asleep. He had had all types over the years. He had never wanted to keep any of his women permanently, so he went through many. He had had blondes, brunettes, redheads. He had had small women and large women, tall women as well as short women. He had claimed someone from most countries in the world today. While most of his women were virgins, he had occasionally taken women who were slightly used as well as incredibly experienced. Some of the women he claimed came willingly, while others he had to drag back to his home and break over time. However, he had not lied to her; he had never had a woman who was so responsive or so eager to please from the beginning. He had taught such responsiveness to some of his women, but it came so easily to her. Furthermore, she had accepted her punishments better than anyone before. He had yet to test the full extent of her, but he doubted he would be disappointed. If anything, he felt that in time she could only improve.
Considering her lying there, he felt for the first time that he might have found his perfect pet. If she continued to please and improve, he might just make her completely his. Forever.
In her sleep, Carol Anne felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment that consumed her. She smiled in her sleep, feeling truly happy for the first time in her life.
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Hi, my name is Connor and this is a true story, probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. But before I get too much into that I guess I should give you some background info. I am 18 and about 6 foot even. I’m not like ripped but I have some muscle definition and shaggy brown hair. All in all I look like a skater when I’m really not. I’ve been dating this girl Tracie for about 3 years now and she is just a few months older than me.
Tracie is honestly one of the hottest girls I have ever met. She is about 5’6”, which is good ‘cause I like shorter girls, with blonde hair that is down to about the middle of her back. And she has these amber eyes that I could just stare at all day. She is pretty thin with a 36C bra size and a nice sized ass for her build.
Anyway, every summer, in June, Tracie’s parents go out of town for about a week for their anniversary, which happens to also be Tracie and ME’s anniversary leaving Tracie and he younger sister, Mikayla who is only 14, to take care of themselves. So I usually end up just spending the week at her house and telling my parents I’m at a friend’s or something and Mikayla never says anything.
We’ve been having sex for a while now so what we do during that week is nowhere out of the ordinary. One great thing about her though is that she is very adventurous when it comes to sex. The only thing she would never do is bestiality, and although it’s a major turn on for me, I’m cool with it. Anyway, this past anniversary, the best thing ever happened, and well….here it is.
Chapter 1
I drove up to Tracie’s house the day after her parents had left and walked up to the door, using the key in the fake rock to let myself in. As soon as I stepped in I could hear the dog tags on their husky, Bolt, as he ran up to immediately sniffing my leg. I slipped my shoes off and scratched him behind the ears, “Hey Bolt! Who’s a good boy?? Huh?”
Bolt let out a small bark as if to answer. “That’s right! You are!” I said. “Now be quiet I’m going to try and surprise Tracie.”
I slowly climbed up the stairs, making sure to skip the one the creaks and went down the hallway up to the door to her room and attempted to open it. “That’s weird, it’s never locked” I thought.
Right then I heard the door to the bathroom open right behind me and I spun around, startled.
“When did you get here Connor?” Tracie said to me, trying to hide her excitement.
Still trying to catch my breath from the scare she gave me, I said, “I just got here I wanted to surprise you. Happy anniversary, Babe.”
She jumped the few steps and wrapped her legs around me, with me grabbing her ass to hold her up. She put her arms behind my head and gave me a deep passionate kiss.
“Damn,” I said lowering her down, “This is going to be a great week.”
“You have no idea,” she said, subtly touching my touching my crotch, “So what did you get me?”
“Your gift is out in the car, I can go get it if you want.”
“No…it can wait. I think you should un-wrap my gift now.” She said with a sly tone. “It’s in my room.”
She led my over by the hand to her room, pulling the key out of her bra and unlocking the door. “Close your eyes tight or you won’t get it.” She said.
I did as I was told and closed my eyes as tight as possible and allowed her to lead me into her room. “Keep them closed while I put the final touches on it, no peeking.” She teased.
“Of course, Tracie. I promi-“ right then I heard a very muffled sound coming from where her bed was, “Umm what was that?” I asked.
“Open your eyes and look,” she purred in the most seductive voice I had ever heard her use.
I opened my eyes and saw the most amazing thing I had ever seen in my life. Tracie was standing completely nude one leg on her best and a few fingers already in her pussy warming herself for me and next to her laying on the bed was her 14 year old sister Mikayla with her wrists bound together behind her back and something pink in her mouth.
“What is this Tracie?” I asked.
“Well last night I heard some weird noises coming from her room so I went to check it out. Turns out that this little whore,” and as she said that she shoved a few fingers into Mikayla’s pussy, her face lighting up with a look of confused pleasure, “ was fingering herself.”
“And what’s the big deal?” I asked
“She was moaning your name. Just saying ‘Connor Please!’ over and over. She even licked the juices that ran down her hand. So today I waited for her to get out of the shower and surprised her. I tied her up and shoved the panties I saw her wearing last night in her mouth to gag her. I think she likes it! Happy Anniversary!”
“Are you serious right now? This is incest, not to mention rape!” I said.
“Yea, maybe but it gets me so wet. Besides I can see your boner through your pants right now. Come join us…”
Not needing a second invitation I stripped down completely allowing my cock to rise to a full 10 inches. Tracie pulled her sister up by the hair and made Mikayla stand next to her so I could get a better view. I started to take her all in while Tracie slowly kissed her up and down her back.
I had never really taken the time to look at Mikayla since she was so much younger but now that I was seeing…well….all of her I realized how sexy she really was. She was already the same height as her sister with the same length blonde hair but cat like blue eyes. Although she was about the same size as her older sister she had much larger breasts, almost double ds, and a tighter, more round ass.
She looked panicked as I approached her. I laid a hand on her breast and slowly caressed it, pinching the nipple a little harder than necessary. Then slowly I moved my hand down to her already soaked pussy and fingered it for a little bit. Slowly I pulled out the finger and brought it up to my mouth, licking the juices off of it. Then I pulled her balled up panties out of her mouth.
“P-please no!” she begged but I just ignored her. I laid her across the bed so her ass was hanging off one side and her head was hanging off the other.
“Connor,” Tracie asked, “Do you want to fuck her?”
Mikayla’s eyes widened at the question in a mix of wanting and fear. “No! I’m a virgin!” She said, starting to beg. “I’ve been saving myself…”
At that Tracie stuck three fingers in Mikayla’s ass hole sending a shudder up and down her and shutting her up. “Yea, from the sound of it you were saving yourself for Connor, be grateful.” Tracie said.
“Are you sure this is fine Tracie?” I asked tentatively.
“Yea,” she said grinning, “It kinda turns me on.”
At that I slowly walked around Mikayla, letting my hand run down her side. When I finally came to her ass I paused, almost hesitant. “This is crazy, but at the same time amazing.” I thought. “They’re both gorgeous, and I get to do whatever I want…” I shook off my fears and placed one hand on each of Mikayla’s ass cheeks, and slowly bent down, getting on my knees. I inhaled deeply through my nose and took in ever scent possible.
Tracie walked around to the other side of the bed and grabbed Mikayla’s face. “Have you ever thought about eating pussy, little sis?”
“N-no, I’m not a lesbian!” Mikayla replied adamantly.
“Well I guess there’s going to be a lot of experimenting this week. I remember the first time I ate a girl out, it was great. I just hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.” Tracie had this tone that made me think she was sincere, but to Mikayla probably just sounded mocking. Tracie moved her pussy right into Mikayla’s face giving her no choice but eat her out.
While Mikayla slowly and reluctantly began to eat her sister out, I squeezed her ass tightly and began to eat her out. I moved one hand down to begin rubbing her clit and the other hand to her ass hole, sticking a finger inside. I could feel her squirm but I wasn’t sure whether it was in pleasure, fear or some combination of the two.
“Mikayla, you’re going to love what comes next.” I said standing up and rubbing my cock along her slit…
To be Continued…
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Hey Guys! I apologize to all that have been waiting patiently for me to wrap up this series! I mentioned in Part 6 that I had written Parts 7-8 already. However, I decided to scratch them both and start fresh as I felt my ending was completely rushed and deserved more! So here it is! Part 7! I hope you enjoy 🙂
Cynthia (Cin to me) has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions. He has successfully convinced her that she needs his help to have an orgasm while masturbating. His most recent accomplishment, with a little patience, was to have her fuck him. Now her girlfriend Yvette is coming into the picture.
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Chapter Two — The Final Jewel
King Atheling watched as his mother lifted the lock and quickly slipped out into the hall closing the door behind her. It had been all had imagined it would be . . . and more . . . much, much more. In the beginning, she had been repulsed and shocked by his demands, but in the end, she had capitulated and had even had an orgasm. So there must be some element of arousal and excitement for her, he sickly thought.
Shrugging on his heavy, felt cloak, Atheling stepped over to the heavy, wood door that led out onto his balcony. Turning the cumbrous iron lock, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the blustery afternoon. Snow was falling even heavier now, forming into drifts along the castle wall. Atheling stood watching, looking down into the courtyard, clutching his robe around him tightly. Big, fluffy flakes of snow were dotting the black felt of his cloak, the white starkly contrasting the black material momentarily before they melted. The wind had picked up and now was gathering up the white snow and whirling it around in eddies and swirls. The white snow somehow reminded him of his mother’s pure, white milk. He had never tasted anything so sweet and rich. And he would have more later in the afternoon. He could hardly wait for her to return to his arms. He wanted to go to her and tell her how much he loved her, wanted her to be his queen, but she must have time to come to the realization of the new state of affairs between them. And she must come to him willingly. He was the king, after all.
Finally, Atheling grew cold and tired of watching the swirling snow and stepped back inside the warmth of his chambers. Closing the door, he hurriedly walked over to the roaring fire and held his hands out to warm them. After a few moments, he tossed a couple more logs on the fire, then refilled his goblet and rang for his valet.
His valet, Anton must have been reading his mind as he shortly appeared with a heaping plate of food. Thanking him, the king dismissed him and sat down to gorge himself on the meat and bread. Must rebuild my strength, he told himself. The morning of fucking had burned off much energy and he would need even more when his mother returned in the afternoon.
The plate was soon empty as was the jug of wine he had been working on all morning. But that wasn’t a problem as thoughtful Anton had brought a second jug with his meal. Shuffling back over to his jewel-encrusted chair in front of the fire place, he sat down. As he sat watching the flames lick at the logs, his thoughts drifted back to the morning and his mother. Would she ever come to love him as he loved her, he wondered? Only time would tell, he sleepily thought. The food, the wine and the warmth of the fire soon took its toll on him and he found himself nodding off to sleep . . .
He was woke by a soft tapping on his door. Looking out the loophole, he could see that the shadows had lengthened and that it was mid-afternoon. Pushing up out of his chair, he slowly walked over to the door. As he did, his big, limp prick flopped about lifelessly, but he knew that it wouldn’t be limp for long as he pictured his naked mother standing before him, waiting for his next command.
Opening the door, he saw his mother standing in the hall waiting for him. She was wearing a long, flowing robe of black velvet. The opening running down the front of the robe was trimmed in black satin and she had it clenched in her fist holding it closed as she stepped into his chambers. She quickly stepped over to the fire and stood in front of it facing him as he quickly closed the door behind him. He saw her eyes dart down to his dangling penis as he strolled over to where she stood watching him. Her clenched fist slowly released its hold on her robe and the king caught a glimpse of bare skin through the opening as it parted ever so slightly. At her neck, there was a large, satin bow which apparently held her gown closed as she stood with her arms at her sides meekly looking back at him.
Reaching out, he took the ends of the satin bow in his fingers and slowly pulled on them. The bow unraveled in his fingers and her gown went slithering down off her sloped shoulders to fall into a puddle at her feet. She was naked under the robe except for a long strand of shimmering, white pearls. Atheling stood in a fog of arousal as he gazed at her beautiful, naked body. (PIC)
“You are so beautiful, my queen,” Atheling murmured, feasting his eyes on her naked splendor.
“If the king so deems it, then so be it,” she murmured back, demurely dropping her eyes, slowly lowering her hands down under her huge, drooping breasts and cupping them. “I have done as the king ordered and brought milk to quench his thirst.”
Then as he stood gaping down at her quivering breasts, she gave them a gentle squeeze and milk began to ooze out of both big, puffy nipples. Atheling didn’t say a word as he took her by the hand and led her across the room to his rumpled bed.
Leaning down over the bed, he let go of her hand and quickly crawled up onto the bed. As she stood quizzically watching him, he rolled over onto his back.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” Atheling whispered. “Quench my thirst with your sweet milk.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she mumbled, crawling up onto the bed. Then she lifted a long, lovely leg up into the air and slowly dropped it down on the other side of his body. Straddling him, she slowly leaned down and inched up the bed until her giant, drooping breasts were dangling down just above his waiting lips. Staring up at the beautiful treasures, he felt a hard, swollen nipple brush across his lips. Easing his tongue out, he tickled it across the milk-covered pap. Then, as he opened his mouth, the queen bent her arms and lowered the big, puffy nipple down between his lips.
Pursing his lips around the big, purple nipple, he lifted his hands up to her breast. Wrapping his hands around the huge udder, Atheling began to squeeze and pull on it. Gently at first, he milked her as if she was one of the herd of royal cows brought up from the royal dairy to satisfy his thirst for milk. Her beautiful breasts were so large, they even reminded him of a milk-laden udder of one of the docile cows.
As he milked her, warm milk began to squirt out into his mouth covering his tongue with its frothy sweetness. Her milk, rich and thick even reminded him of cow’s milk, except her milk was much sweeter.
Then, as he sucked the sweet elixir from her breast, he raised his knee up into the air underneath her. Raising his leg, running his knee along her soft, smooth inner thigh, he worked his knee up until he found the hot, oozing hole between her spread legs. Still sucking and pulling on her dangling tit, he began to gently rub his knee back and forth across her pussy. As he did, he felt her begin to grind herself down against his knee, coating it with the hot, sticky juices flowing out of her ripe pussy.
The air around them reeked with the pungent bouquet of the thick, rich juices pouring out of her pussy. There was so much of the sticky goo flowing out of her, it was running down off his knee and trickling down his hairy leg.
Finally, the flow of milk from her dangling breast began to dry up. Deciding to save the other breast for later, he let go of the drained nipple and gently pushed it away from his mouth. As he did, she moved to the side, swinging her other giant breast over his mouth.
“My thirst for your sweet milk is quenched for the moment,” he mumbled out through his foam-covered lips and then ran his tongue around them to lick away the frothy white foam.
He watched as her giant tits bobbled and shook when he dropped his leg back down on the bed and she pushed up onto her knees.
“Tis time for an afternoon ride, my queen,” he grinned, reaching down through her legs to his fully hardened penis.
“My Lord?” she asked, a puzzled look on her pretty face.
“Your steed awaits thee,” he said, lifting his rock-hard cock up into the air just behind her butt as she sat on his belly looking at him.
“My Lord?” she asked again.
“Surely you rode the King’s steed before,” Atheling mocked her.
Turning, she looked over her shoulder down at his jutting prick as he held it.
“Never, my Lord, never,” she mumbled, her face turning bright red as she turned to face him again. “The king, he, he always, he always . . .”
“Your new king wishes for you to ride his steed,” Atheling sneered up at her. “Don’t you want to please your new king and ride his big cock?”
“It, it seems such a, a coarse and vulgar way to, to . . .” she complained. “Maybe something a dairy maid might do. But not a queen. That is below a queen’s station . . .”
“Come, my queen, I am growing weary of your endless protests. They are becoming rather boorish . . .”
“But, my king . . .” she feebly whined.
“Mount your steed,” he told her, anger creeping into his voice as he reached out and ran his fingers over her quivering breasts. “There is no one here to witness your whorish behavior, so I won’t tell you again—mount your steed.”
Grabbing her around the waist, he roughly shoved her backwards until her hot, oozing cunt was resting atop his big, hard cock.
“My Lord . . .” she whimpered, “please . . .”
“Mount it,” he snarled, digging his fingers into her waist and lifting her up into the air.
Then as she stood on her knees, her pussy hovering above his cock, he thrust his hand down and grabbed hold of his cock again. Jerking it up into the air, he began to push her down with his other hand. Feeling the head of his cock brush up against the soft, giving flesh between her legs, he quickly rubbed it back and forth several times to coat it with slippery juices oozing out of her.
“My, my, the queen’s cunt is so wet and so slippery. The king thinks that maybe the queen’s protestations might be only to deceive the king when she really does want to ride the king’s steed,” he snarled at her.
Then he felt the head of his cock find the slippery opening of her vagina and slip inside. As it did, he let go of his cock and wrapped both hands around her narrow waist. Frowning, she had her eyes clenched shut as Atheling forced her down onto his jutting cock. She was so wet and slippery, Atheling’s big cock quickly slid up into her all the way to the hilt.
“Now ride your mount, my queen,” Atheling grunted out, digging his fingers into her waist and lifting her hot, clutching pussy up the shaft of his embedded cock. Then, when only the head of his cock remained inside her, he forced her back down, making her take his whole cock back inside the fiery core of her cunt.
Grunting, he began to push and pull on her, making her slide her hot pussy up and down his jutting peter. As he did, she leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders. Atheling could see the muscles in her legs beginning to work as she began to fuck herself back at him. As he slowly released his hold on her waist, he watched her fat, bloated pussy lips wetly clinging to his cock as it slid in and out of her. Then he lifted his eyes up to her bobbling breasts as they heavily floundered up and down above his chest. Milk was oozing out of them and being flung everywhere as her big, puffy nipples flicked up and down. Reaching up, he grabbed hold of the floundering giants and pinched the big, puffy nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Squeezing and twisting them, he forced out tiny stream of her pure, white milk.
The queen’s ass continued to bob up and down as she slid her pussy up and down his juice-smeared peter. With his mouth open, Atheling tried to catch some of the sweet milk as it squirted out of her big, dangling breasts. Most of the sweet, white milk missed his mouth and his face was soon covered with tiny white droplets.
After a few moments. a her smooth, flawless skin was covered with a glistening sheen of sweat and Atheling saw that she was quickly tiring as she humped her cunt up and down his upthrust cock. The up and down movement of her hips was slowing and becoming jerky and erratic, but she wouldn’t relent, fighting on to hide any weakness from him.
Finally, Atheling let go of her floundering tits and wrapped his milk-splattered hands around her tiny waist again. Squeezing her waist, he lifted her up off his cock. As he did, he heard his drenched penis wetly slap down against his belly.
The queen’s eyes fluttered open as she stared down at him in a daze. Pushing on her, he rolled with her and gently rolled her over onto her back with him lying on his belly between her long legs.
As she lay looking up at him with a lost look in her soulful, brown eyes, Atheling reached down and fitted his penis back into the hot, wet gash between her legs.
“Did the queen like her ride,” Atheling grunted out, lunging forward and burying his cock back inside her tight, hot pussy.
“Yes, my Sire,” she mumbled, looking up into his eyes. “But it is so tiring . . .”
“What? You would have your king do all the work all the time? That hardly seems fair, my queen . . .” Atheling sneered at her as he began to fuck her with deep, thrusting strokes.
“I will try harder, my king,” she whimpered.
“As with anything,” he smirked down at her, “horseback riding requires practice if one is to become skilled at it, my queen. And I will ensure that you have ample opportunity to practice it . . .”
“If the king so declares it, the queen will comply,” she said, meekly staring back up into his eyes as he fucked her.
Atheling noticed a subtle difference in his mother from the morning. There seemed to be an air of submission about her that hadn’t been there earlier. Maybe she was finally accepting her new role as his queen . . . and his lover. .
But there was one last way to test her fealty, he sickly thought as he pounded away at her pussy . . .
Her eyes slowly closed as she raised her hands up to his hips and grasped hold of him. Then she clutched his hips and began to gently, but insistently push and pull on him, guiding him, coaxing him to fuck her faster.
Complying with her urging, he worked his hips back and forth faster and with more energy as she humped herself back up at his pounding attack. Atheling could feel the muscles encircling the tight opening of her vagina clutching at his cock as it slithered in and out of the fiery core of her cunt.
Her whole body was rocking from the force of the blows Atheling was raining down on her as her giant tits sloshed up and down slinging white, warm milk everywhere. The milk-laden giants were so big, they were slapping up against her chin as drops of milk splattered up, spotting her grimaced face with drops of milk.
“Oh . . . my king . . .” she whispered as her body suddenly stiffened and she thrust herself up against him.
Sensing her finish, Atheling thrust his cock up into her spasming cunt as deep as it would go. Pausing in his barbaric attack on her, he let her ride out her orgasm as her pussy clutched and grabbed at his embedded penis. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent and betrayed as she pretended to be, Atheling sickly thought. At last, the spasms working through her vagina began to weaken as her arched back straightened and slowly dropped back down onto the bed.
Her legs which had been brushing against his hips earlier dropped away as she splayed them out to the side opening herself to him for the final stage of his assault on her fertile vagina.
Had he been successful in planting his seed in her womb earlier, he sickly wondered as he began to rock his hips back and forth once again. Or would this be the time. The time to flood her womb with his potent seed-filled cum and plant the seed that would eventually become his heir.
Soon, he was fucking her with such ferocity, her whole body was pitching up and down, her big tits once again sloshing up and down spraying everything with warm, sticky milk. Atheling’s chest and face were speckled with white droplets of milk as he felt the burn begin down inside his flopping balls. His ass was working back and forth faster and faster as he ruthlessly fucked her and prepared to launch another massive load of cum down into her hungry cunt.
Then, the fireball burst and sent a giant gush of fiery cum spewing up through his jerking, twitching cock and out into her. Holding himself thrust deep inside the chamber of her cunt, Atheling filled her womb with his potency. Over and over again, his cock lurched and spurted as more and more cum spewed out into her until there was none left to give her.
As he pulled out of her and rolled over onto the bed, he saw that her cheeks were stained with tears.
“If the King is finished with his Queen, may I go?” she murmured.
“Yes,” he sneered back at her. “The King is finished with his Queen . . . for today . . .”
Atheling watched his mother’s beautiful ass twitch and ripple as she stepped across the room to where her gown lay in a rumpled pile in front of the fire place. Tomorrow, he sickly thought. Tomorrow, he would claim that, too. Claim the final treasure that she possessed. Claim it for his own . . .
Oblivious to her son’s demented plans, Queen Ides quickly wrapped the robe around herself and slipped out of his chambers . . .
The next day, it was after noon before Atheling had finished his kingly duties and headed down for the kitchen. As he stepped into the steamy heat, he saw that there were three young kitchen maids and one surly, old cook going about preparing for the evening meal. All four of the women curtsied his way before turning back to their work. Choosing one of the buxom young wenches, he stepped over to her.
“The king has need of a cup of lard, lass,” Atheling told her, admiring the swell of her more than ample bosom.
“Yes, my Lord,” the pretty, young woman told him, hurrying over to a large vat that sat by the roaring fireplace. Ladling out a gob of the grease the vat contained, she deposited it into a cup and hurried back over to where Atheling stood watching her.
“Your lard, my Lord,” she giggled softly, handing him the cup.
As Atheling took the cup from her, he reached out with his other hand and eased it down under the neckline of her peasant blouse. Cupping her substantial udder in his hand he lifted it out into the open.
The young woman didn’t say a word and just stood looking down at her breast as Atheling softly fondled it.
The other two kitchen maids were standing by the fireplace watching and giggling as they whispered back and forth between them while the old cook just stood scowling at him.
Pinching and rubbing the big, puffy nipple between his finger and thumb, Atheling felt it hardening and swelling.
“Perhaps the king shall have a use for this one day, my pretty,” he grinned, roughly tweaking her puffy nipple.
“Yes, my Lord, it yearns for the king’s touch,” she softly whispered, gently thrusting her breast against his teasing fingers.
“But alas, not today, for the king has other pressing business to attend to,” he told her, gently easing his hand out from under her heavy breast and letting it slip back down into the bodice of her dress. “But one day . . .”
“I await your summons, my Lord,” she said, curtsying.
Atheling turned and quickly departed with his cup of lard in his hand. Stopping by the room where the spinner was busily spinning wool, he told her he needed four cords of wool. The spinner quickly produced the cords and Atheling continued on his journey proceeding straight up to the tower where his and his mother’s chambers were. Quickly slipping into his own chamber, he left off the lard and wool cords before stepping next door to his mother’s chamber.
Knocking on the big, wooden door, he impatiently waited for someone to answer the door. At last, his mother’s handmaiden opened the door. Atheling was amused to find it was the same maiden that had been with his mother on that fateful day that had changed his whole life.
“Come in, my Lord,” the woman said, bowing low before him.
“I have need to speak to the queen,” Atheling told her, sweeping by her as she closed the door behind him.
“She is resting my Lord,” the maiden said, smiling coyly and curtsying once again. “Perhaps I could be of service to the king . . .”
“Your name,” Atheling asked her, pinching her chin between his finger and thumb and lifting it.
“Gretchen, my Lord . . .” she told him, smiling and shyly running her fingers over the bulge jutting out against the front of his britches.
“Gretchen, perhaps I may find a need for you one day,” he smiled, running his fingers over the swell of her rather impressive bosom. “But today, I am in need to speak to the queen. So, if you please, wake her and tell her that I wish to see her.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Gretchen told him, quickly turning and stepping off toward his mother’s sleeping chamber.
Watching the enticing swish of Gretchen’s ample behind as she walked away, Atheling wondered if she knew about him and his mother. After all, the castle was a small one, and the servants seemed to know everything that went on behind the closed doors of the castle. So he assumed that the servants probably knew that he and his mother were guilty of making the creature with two heads.
Waiting impatiently, he strode over to the big, ornate table that sat in the center of the room. Sweeping up the flask that lay there, he quickly filled one of the jewel-encrusted goblets with wine. Taking a swig of the fragrant wine, he found it was his favorite Macedon wine. Sweet, fruity, and potent, he told himself as he took another sip. Maybe his mother knew that it was his favorite and kept it available for him should he come visiting. Maybe she was actually becoming to accept her new role after all. But today, he had plans for her final humiliation. The final debasement to show her where her place was. He would take from her the last of her hidden treasures . . .
While he loved his mother with every fiber of his body, she had to pay, he dementedly thought. Pay for all those years of frustration and pain. She was to blame for she could have come to him and given herself to him. His interest in her as a lover had led him to read many books on the subject of incest. And he knew that incest among royalty wasn’t unheard of. In fact, in some royal families, it was a common practice. While it seemed to take place mainly between brothers and sisters, incest between parents and their children wasn’t unheard of. So, why hadn’t she come to him and given herself to him? So, now she would pay for her tragic mistake . . .
His reverie was abruptly broken as his mother came sleepily shuffling into the room.
“My Lord, Gretchen said me you have need of me?” she mumbled, stepping over to the table and pouring herself a glass of wine.
“Yes, my Lady, I have need of you in my chambers . . . to discuss one more duty I wish for you to perform for me as my new queen.”
“What is that, my Sire?” she asked a puzzled frown on her face as Gretchen stepped back into the room.
“Come with me, and you shall see,” Atheling smirked, looking over at Gretchen and giving her a wink.
Atheling set his empty goblet on the table and took his mother’s hand.
“Come,” he told her, gently pulling her toward the door.
Atheling hurried down the big hallway toward his own chamber as his mother held onto his hand and shuffled along behind him.
Shoving open the huge, wooden door that was covered with ornate ironwork, he pulled her inside and closed the door behind them. Latching the big iron lock on the door, he turned to her and smiled.
Looking over, he saw that Anton as usual had a nice, cheery fire going it in the fireplace to keep the chill off.
“What is it you have need of, my Lord,” his mother asked.
“Go stand in front of the fire and warm yourself, my Queen,” he told her, sweeping his hand in the general direction of the fireplace.
The look on her face grew more puzzled as she shuffled over to the fireplace and stood holding out her hands to warm them.
As she did, Atheling stepped up behind her and reached up to the neck of her dress and began unbuttoning the long row of buttons that ran down the entire length of her long, flowing dress.
Seeming to sense his intent, she didn’t speak or move as his fingers slowly crawled down the back of her dress. Finally, pushing the last button through its hole, Atheling rose back up and slowly pushed her dress down off her sloped shoulders, letting it go sliding down her outstretched arms. Grabbing at it as it slid over her hands, she kept it from falling into the fire as Atheling reached around her and took it from her. Tossing it onto his chair, he reached down and grasped hold of the silk chemise that hid her beautiful body from his hungry eyes. Slowly lifting it up her back, he exposed the sensual curves underneath it as she lifted her arms to let him slip it up and off over her head.
Tossing the chemise on top of her dress, Atheling stepped back and stood admiring the sweep of her long, sensual backside.
“So beautiful . . .” he murmured, stepping back up to her and kneeling down on his knees behind her. Digging his fingers down under the waistband of her red, satin pantaloons, he slowly peeled then down off the swell of her hips to reveal the perfect roundness of her exquisite ass.
Then as he pushed her pantaloons down her long, shapely legs, he leaned forward and gently placed a single kiss on each of the cheeks of her sumptuous ass. As she stepped out of her pantaloons and kicked them aside, Atheling reached out to her ass and clutched it in his hands, digging his thumbs down into the soft, pliant flesh. Then, he slowly spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart and slowly ran his tongue up the crack of her ass and across the pucker of her tiny, pink asshole.
“No . . . No, my Lord . . . please . . . please don’t touch me there . . .” she begged, trying to move away from his insistent tongue but finding herself blocked by the fire.
But Atheling would not relent and kept the tip of his tongue probing the intimate secrecy of her puckered asshole.
“Please, my Lord, please,” she pleaded, reaching around behind her trying to push his hands away as she wriggled and writhed trying to escape his hold on her ass. Finally, Atheling leaned back and released his hold on her quivering ass. Pushing up to his feet, Atheling, grabbed hold of her hand and drug her across the room, swiping up the wool cords as he went by the table.
“What? What are you going to do, my Lord?” she asked, her voice quavering as he led her up to the foot of his king-sized bed.
“You’ll see,” he smirked, tossing the ropes on the bed and grabbing one of her wrists.
“No . . . please, my Lord, not this . . .” she cried as Atheling grabbed one of the cords and quickly wrapped it around her wrist and tied it. Then, as she stood whimpering, he jerked her hand over to one of the four posters on the bed and looped the cord around the post. Quickly knotting the cord, he secured her hand and wrist to the bed, then quickly stepped around behind her to the other side. Taking hold of her other wrist, he looped the cord around it and jerked a knot in it. Then, pulling on her arm, he spread her arms apart and hastily attached her wrist to the other bed post.
Now she stood, bent at the waist, her big tits resting on the bed as Atheling grabbed up another cord and knelt down beside her leg. Taking hold of her by the ankle, he pulled her legs apart and tugged her foot over to the foot of the post that her wrist was secured to.
“No . . . No . . . Please, my Sire . . .” she begged as he roughly tied her ankle to the post.
Grabbing up the last cord, Atheling walked around behind her to her other side. Kneeling down beside her leg, he grabbed it and slowly pulled on it, spreading her legs apart almost as wide as they would go.
“Please—please—Atheling—don’t do this—I’m begging you—” she cried as Atheling roughly attached her ankle to the bed with the cord. “Atheling, my son, please don’t do this thing. For God’s sake, I’m your Mother . . .”
“But you are also my Queen, my Lady, and it is your sworn duty to please your king . . .” he grunted, getting up and standing behind her.
As she lay sobbing on the bed, Atheling quickly disrobed behind her, letting his clothes fall where they would on the cold, stone floor.
“You have such a beautiful ass, my Queen,” Atheling said, gently running his fingertips over the quivering firmness of the smooth, flawless skin. “It would be such a shame not to partake of it . . .”
“Oh, No, not there,” she gasped, trying to shrink away from him but finding herself trapped and unable to move away. “Anywhere . . . anything, but that, please, my Lord, please . . .”
“Did you ever allow Father to visit you through your delightful rear entrance, my Queen?” he asked her, slowly plodding over to the table and picking up the cup of lard.
“No—Never—No man ever—” she defiantly spat out. “Your father was a king . . . and a man—he didn’t have to stoop to buggering women.”
“What a doddering, old fool,” Atheling snickered. “Having such a precious treasure at his fingertips and never partaking of it. Such a fool . . .”
“Don’t do this, Atheling, please, I’ll do anything you ask, but not this,” she pleaded as Atheling stepped back over to her.
Ignoring her protestations, Atheling dug a long finger down into the lard and drug out of big gob of the slippery goop. Reaching out to her exposed and vulnerable ass, Atheling gently spread the cheeks apart with the fingers of his other hand as he raised the big gob of lard up to the puckered, pink opening of her asshole.
“Please don’t, Atheling,” she pleaded, trying to wince away from his finger but finding herself helplessly bound to the bed.
Pushing his finger down into the tight clench of her asshole, Atheling slowly rotated his finger first one way and then the other way to coat the opening with the thick, clinging lard.
“No—No—No—” she cried, trying to evade his insistent finger.
“Don’t fight so, my Queen,” Atheling told her. “I’ve heard that some women can even come this way . . . perhaps you are one of those lucky ones. And I truly hope you are, because this is only the first time, my Love . . .”
Finally, Atheling slowly pulled his finger out of her hot, clinging asshole as it quickly clenched shut. Smiling maliciously, Atheling dug his fingers back down into the lard and pulled out another big gob of the slippery goo. Admiring his mother’s beautiful ass with its glistening, puckered center, he quickly smeared the slippery gunk all over his rock-hard peter.
Quickly stepping back over to the table, he set the cup down and wiped his hands on one of the linen napkins that lined the table.
“Ready, my Queen?” he asked, quickly striding back over to the bed where she lay waiting for him.
“Please, my King, don’t do this to me . . . Please,” she impotently pleaded.
“If I hadn’t already tacked up my charger, perhaps I would give your ass a reprieve and take your other tight, sweet hole for a ride,” he sneered, stepping up behind her and lifting the rounded tip of his lubed penis up to the glistening pucker of her asshole. “But alas, he is all ready tacked up and ready to take me on the ride of my life. . .”
“Pleeeeaassseeee . . .” she squealed out as Atheling grabbed her by the hips and began to pull her back on his jutting penis at the same time he leaned into her.
Atheling watched the tight ring of wrinkled flesh slowly give way as the head of his dick spread the opening wider and wider.
“Me thinks thou doest protest too much,” Atheling snarled, pulling harder and forcing the head of his cock into the widening opening of her clenched asshole.
At last, with an almost audible pop, the head of his cock overcame the resistance of her tightly clenched asshole and slipped inside her.
“Unnnnhhhhhhh . . .” she groaned out, trying to lunge forward and escape from the painful trespasser that was so rudely invading her virgin ass.
“I’ve never had an ass so tight, my Queen,” Atheling grunted out, forcing the rest of his dick down into the hot, clutching tightness of her ass.
“Bastard!” his mother exclaimed as his hairy belly finally ground up against her ass cheeks.
“Oh, really! I never knew . . . so who was my real father, Mother?” he spitefully asked, thrusting forward and burying his peter even deeper into the once virgin depths of her ass.
“You son-of-a-bitch,” she growled out, still trying to lurch forward and dislodge the painful intruder.
“Now that I can agree with, my bitch of a Queen,” Atheling snickered, easing his penis back down the tight channel of her ass and the lunging forward to bury it back up to the hilt once again.
“Does the bitch like getting fucked in the ass by her son? Her son-of-a-bitch?” he asked her.
“Fuck you,” she snarled, as Atheling began to rock back and forth, attacking her ass with a vengeance.
“No, Mother, dear, it is you that is getting fucked,” Atheling panted, working his ass back and forth at a frantic pace. “In the Ass . . .”
His mother seemed determined not to give him the satisfaction of showing him any display of emotion as he pounded away at her vulnerable, exposed asshole.
“Mother . . . your ass is so, so hot . . . and so, so tight . . .” Atheling insolently sneered out.
Then, as he pumped away at her ass, he reached around her and found her clit with his finger.
“Unhhhhh . . . she groaned out through her pursed lips as Atheling began to roughly flick his finger back and forth across her clit.
Atheling was ripping his big, thick-shafted peter deep into her hot, clutching ass on every teeth-rattling thrust. He could hear his belly lewdly slapping up against the plump cheeks of her beautiful ass every time he drove his cock into the tightly clenched hole between them. The stark white flesh quivered and rippled from the force of the blows he was raining down on her bounteous butt as he continued to hammer away at her ass.
The attack on her clit seemed to be having some effect, he sickly thought as she began to strain against the bonds that held her bound to the bed, trying to thrust herself back at him.
Stopping the frantic attack, Atheling slowly eased his lard-covered penis back out of the strangling tightness of her asshole.
“What? What are you doing?” his mother fearfully asked, her eyes darting everywhere trying to find out what he was up to now.
“Just loosening your bonds a little, so that you may participate in your inauguration with more vigor,” he grinned, bending down and untying the knot on the cord holding one of her trim ankles to the foot of the bed. Loosening its hold on her ankle, he retied the knot and quickly slipped over to the other side and did the same thing there. Now with her ankles more loosely bound, she had the freedom to move back and forth slightly, while remaining bound to the bed.
Standing again, Atheling took hold of his cock and guided it back up to the puckered, pink opening that was peeking out from between the perfect, round cheeks of her ass. Fitting the head of his dick on the center of the fluted circle of darkened flesh, he began to push it back into the opening. His mother seemed to have relaxed somewhat as his peter easily slipped into her asshole and up into her ass.
Atheling curled his hands around her hips and began to pull her back and forth on his big, jutting cock as she rocked herself back and forth, taking him up to the hilt of his cock on every thrust.
“My clit! Rub my clit, rub it hard,” she admonished him through clenched teeth.
Still keeping his hips working back and forth, reveling in the tight clutch of her asshole on his pistoning peter, Atheling reached around her and quickly found her bulging clit once again.
“Like this,” Atheling panted as he began to roughly rub his fingers back and forth across the swollen nub of nerves and flesh.
“Yes! Yes, my Lord, yes, like that . . .” she wheezed, thrusting her ass back at him on every deep, thrusting penetration. “Rub it harder . . . harder . . .”
Unbelievably, Atheling could feel the muscles in his mother’s belly tensing, straining against his hand as he frantically rubbed his fingers back and forth across her clit. Was she going to come? Was she one of the lucky ones who could come that way, too, he wondered as he could see the muscles in her long, sweeping back begin to harden along with the muscles in her long, shapely legs.
“Faster . . .” she panted out.
What did she want, he asked himself. Did she want him to rub her clit faster or fuck her ass faster? Not knowing which, Atheling picked up the pace on both ends, rubbing his fingers back and forth across her clit faster at the same time he pumped his cock in and out of her tight, clutching asshole faster.
Now he could feel the tight, little ring of muscles in his mother’s asshole tightening around his pistoning peter as looked back at him with a deepening frown etching her forehead and grimacing her pretty face.
“Yes . . .Yes . . . Oh, my Lorddddddd . . .” she groaned out as her whole body stiffened and strained back against him.
As she groveled through her orgasm, her asshole began to constrict down around Atheling’s embedded penis so tightly, he was afraid it would slice his cock in two. Then it loosened its hold on his cock for a moment only to tighten back down around it even tighter as the spasms of her climax worked through her asshole, making it constrict and relax over and over again.
The spasms wracking her asshole went on and on for the longest time before they finally stopped. Atheling could feel that the tension of the muscles in her tight, little asshole had weakened as he began to work his cock in and out of it again.
“My Lord . . .” he heard his mother gasp out as she began to thrust her impaled asshole back at him as hard as she could within the constraints of her bonds.
“Was it good? Was it good for you, my Queen?” Atheling panted out, grabbing her hips and jerking her back and forth as he pounded his peter in and out of her.
“Yessss . . . my Lord . . . oh yesssss . . .” she murmured, as the sick sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the chamber once again.
The fireball that was forming down inside Atheling’s royal balls was growing hotter and hotter as the tight clutch of her mother’s asshole worked its magic on his pistoning peter.
“Come . . . my Lord, come . . . come and fill your queen’s ass with your royal seed, my Lord . . .” Queen Ides groaned out, thrusting herself back at his pounding attack.
Hearing his mother’s vulgar appeal triggered a massive explosion of almost overpowering pleasure down inside his cock and balls. As it did, his cock lurched and spewed out a massive load of superheated cum into his mother’s bowels.
“So hot . . .” she gasped, shoving her ass back at him and forcing the head of his prick even deeper into her bowels as it continued to jerk and twitch, spurting out more and more cum into her ass.
“Take it all . . . take all of my cum up your hot ass,” Atheling grunted out as she ground herself back against him.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Atheling was empty. He had filled his mother’s bowels to the point of overflowing with his massive load of cum. Trying to support himself on his weakened knees, he hoped that he wouldn’t collapse as he slowly backed away from her and eased his softening penis out of her abused asshole. As the head of his prick popped back out of her anus, a dribble of gooey, white cum trickled out of the widely stretched opening.He’d done it, he perversely thought. He had taken the final jewel of his mother’s wondrous treasures. But with the rape and plundering of her booty, he had left her with a jewel of her own. He left her with the knowledge that although painful in the beginning, it would lead to pleasure in the end. And he had promised her that this was only the first time for them . . .
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Phoebe stared at the gold flecked piranha swimming in slow circles in its large aquarium and wondered if the fish was as bored as she was. Biology wasn’t her favorite subject and although the teacher, Mr Whitman, seemed to have a wonderful rapport with the animals he kept in his classroom he didn’t connect well with his students. His lectures were delivered in a monotone and conveyed nothing that wasn’t covered in the reading assignments.
As Mr Whitman continued to drone on, her eyes moved to the tank next to the piranha’s. The small snapping turtle floated on top of the water. Phoebe leaned toward the boy that sat next to her and poked his arm lightly to get his attention.
“What do you think would happen if I put the turtle in with the fish?” she whispered.
He grinned. “Probably nothing,” he said. “Piranha attack in schools and the turtle is probably too small to try to eat the fish.”
Phoebe turned her attention to the front of the room. Mr Whitman was at the board with his back to the class. “Let’s see,” she whispered as she stood up.
Moving quickly, she grabbed the turtle by the edges of its shell and turned. Lifting the lid on fish tank she dumped the turtle in and closed it quietly. She returned to her seat as the teacher turned to his desk to look at something in the textbook before returning to the board.
The boy sitting next to her tugged on her sleeve and nodded toward the tank. She looked over and her eyes widened. The turtle, it turned out, wasn’t to small after all and it was making short work of the fish. One of the other girls glanced over at the tanks and shrieked loudly. Mr Whitman turned away from the board as every head in the room turned toward the tank now containing blood filled water. From the horror stricken look in her teacher’s eyes you would have thought someone had murdered one of his kids.
Phoebe sighed and leaned back in her chair. This was going to be bad.
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Phoebe started to stand when the door to the principal’s office opened and her father strode out. Before she had gained her feet, though, he had grabbed her by her upper arm and was dragging her along with him into the hallway. He was easily a foot taller than she was and she had to run to keep up with his long strides. She could tell how angry he was, but she wasn’t sure why. He had laughed off worse incidents than this one.
“Daddy . . .” she began when they reached the car.
“Shut up!” he snapped as he jammed the key into the ignition.
She buckled her seat belt and shut her mouth. The atmosphere in the close confines of the car bristled with her father’s anger. His jaw was set and he gripped the wheel so hard that his knuckles showed white through his skin.
He pulled into the drive in front of their house and switched off the ignition. Without saying a word to her he got out and walked into the house. Phoebe remained in the car for a few moments to give him time to pour his Scotch and calm down a little.
She got out and walked to the house. Her dad had left the front door standing open. She entered, closed the door behind her, and reluctantly went to look for her father.
He was in the kitchen. “Daddy, I’m sorry,” she started as he sat the glass in his hand on the counter top. “I didn’t know…”
Her words were cut off by his fist slamming into her stomach. She hit the wall behind her and then the floor. He kicked her and she rolled away. Rising unsteadily onto her hands and knees she backed away as she struggled to her feet. She’d seen this side of her dad before, but it had never been directed at her.
As he lunged for her again she turned and ran for the stairs. If she could get to her room and lock the door she thought she’d be okay till he calmed down. She heard him behind her and tipped the small table in the hallway over to try and slow him down.
Halfway up the stairs he grabbed her ankle and jerked her off her feet. She fell forward and as he started to pull her toward him, she rolled onto her back and kicked hard with her free leg. Her small foot connected solidly with his groin and he grunted as he dropped to his knee.
Phoebe scrambled the rest of the way up the stairs and ran to her room. As she started to close the door her dad slammed into it. She fell backwards as the door swung open hitting the wall so hard that the metal doorknob left a crescent shaped indentation in the drywall.
She crab walked backwards as she watched her dad unbuckle his belt and pull it from the loops on his fatigues. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. Tears stung in her eyes as he shoved her toward her bed.
“Take your pants off,” he said tightly as he folded the belt in half..
“Daddy, no,” she pleaded.
“Now.”
She knew that defying him was only going to make the beating worse. With trembling hands she unfastened the snap and zipper. She pushed them down pausing to slip off her Nikes before pulling them off. She cowered on the bed waiting for what came next.
“The panties, too,” he said, his voice still harsh with anger.
She quickly removed her white cotton bikini panties and dropped them on the floor. Tears welled in her grayish green eyes as she watched him warily.
“Lay down on your stomach with your hands underneath you,” he ordered.
She thought about appealing for mercy, but the anger still burning in his eyes stopped her. She laid face down on her bed and pressed her hands beneath her belly, her body tense. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly as she waited for the first blow.
Phoebe jumped and cried out as the first stinging slap landed on her firm, round ass. It was followed quickly by another and then another. Tears flowed freely wetting the bedspread beneath her as the whipping continued. She knew better than to put her hands back to try to protect herself from the belt, but she couldn’t help it.
Infuriated that she had dared to reach back and put her hands between the belt and her ass, her dad moved down to whip the backs of her thighs instead.
“Daddy,” she sobbed miserably.
He dropped the belt on the floor and she heard the rasp off his zipper. The mattress dipped under his weight as he turned her over and straddled her chest. He leaned forward and his half erect cock waved in her face.
“Kiss it,” he demanded.
She hesitated and he grabbed her hair again to pull her face toward his crotch. “Kiss it,” he ordered again.
A Lieutenant Colonel, he wasn’t used to being disobeyed by anyone and Phoebe knew what the consequences were going to be if she tried. She touched her lips to the tip and felt him shudder. He rolled to the side lying on his back next to her. His hands on her arms turned her toward him and urged her between his legs.
“Put your hand around it and rub up and down,” he instructed.
She complied and his breathing quickened as his cock grew completely rigid. “Slow down,” he groaned.
She did, settling into a slow, steady rhythm. His hips began to rock and and a clear drop of pre cum oozed from the tip. She licked her lips then leaned down and stuck the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit to scoop the glistening drop into her mouth. Her dad moaned loudly as she pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to spread his little offering over her tastebuds. It wasn’t an unpleasant flavor.
She looked at the hard cock twitching in her hands then bent again to lick the length of it. Her dad’s hips bucked wildly at the contact of her tongue. She continued to lick for several moments as she stroked faster.
Her dad rocked his hips and groaned softly. Phoebe raised her head a little and took the spongy, mushroom like head into her mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft and she began to move slowly up and down.
“Ohhhhhh fuck, yes,” her dad groaned loudly as she began to move up and down on his rigid member, her tongue undulating against the shaft as she sucked him in.
She let one hand glide between his legs to cup his balls as his hands closed over the back of her head to encourage her to take him deeper into her mouth. His hips thrust up to meet her downward stroke. As he fucked her mouth faster she felt the head of his cock push into her throat and she gagged.
She tightened her hand around his shaft and squeezed his balls as she tired to breath through her mouth and bob her head up and down on his cock faster. She could feel his cock swelling and knew he was going to cum.
“Phoebe,” he said huskily, “I’m going to cum in your mouth.”
She nodded as she continued to pump his shaft with one hand and massage his balls with the other. He pushed her head down, thrusting up into her mouth and she felt the first rope of thick, salty, slightly smokey semen hit the back of her throat.
“Baby,” he groaned as she started to swallow.
His cock pulsed and throbbed in her warm, wet mouth as she sucked and swallowed squeezing his balls and using her hand to milk every last drop he had to offer. He shuddered as she let his spent organ slip from her mouth.
He reached for her, pulling her up to lay in his arms while his heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal. She rested her head against his chest and he kissed the top of her head. Phoebe snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes.
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She awoke alone in her bed. The room was dimly lit by the last light of day. She looked at the clock by her bed. 6:48 PM. She sat up and winced at the pain in her buttocks and thighs. She was going to be sore for days.
Before she could get up her bedroom door opened and her dad peeked into the room. “You’re awake” he said entering her bedroom and closing the door. His speech was slurred and Phoebe knew he’d been drinking while she slept.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked unsteadily toward her bed. He shrugged the shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Her eyes roamed over his well muscled chest and firm stomach. He looked pretty damn good for his age. His hand moved to unzip his fly.
“Justin is home,” Phoebe reminded him as he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.
“I called your gran and told her you were sleeping over at a friend’s. She took Justin for the night,” he said as he kneeled on the bed.
His hands closed on the hem of her tee shirt and she lifted her arms as he pulled it off over her head. He laid her back against her pillows and leaned down to kiss her. Her arms snaked around his neck and she opened her mouth accepting his tongue. He tasted of the Scotch that he had drank for dinner.
His hand caressed her firm young breast, teasing the nipple till it was hard. His lips left hers and she sighed as his mouth found the pink pebble and his hand slid lower. Her hands closed over the back of his head as he licked and sucked her sensitive nipple.
His hand slipped between her thighs and she let her legs fall open for him. His fingers glided over her clit and through the folds of her pussy, He stroked up and down her slit spreading the wetness there before delving into her tight cunt.
She moaned as his mouth left her breasts to follow the path his hand had taken. She pulled her knees up spreading herself open as he settled between her thigh. He pressed his face against the warm, moist flesh and breathed her scent in.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and thrust his tongue into her as far as he could, moaning into her body before pulling his tongue up through her inner lips to flick the tip against her clit. Phoebe shivered and clenched her thighs against his head. He took the hard nub of her clit into his mouth and began to suck as he pushed his fingers into her again.
She rocked against his face as he worked his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. Phoebe began to tremble as he licked and sucked. She lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, moaning low in her throat as he he curved his long fingers to stroked the upper wall of her vagina.
“Daddy, it feels so good,” she groaned. “Don’t stop.”
She felt him shake his head and her back arched as he slid another finger into her already full cunt. She started to shake and roll her head from side to side. Her breath coming in the whimpering pants that were becoming familiar to him.
“Uh huh. Uh huh. Daddy. Daddy.”
Her back arched and she dug her heels into his back, her juices flooding his fingers as she came harder than she ever had before. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sealed his mouth against the opening to lap up the sweet nectar flowing from her young body.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he murmured against her spasming cunt, “I just want to drown in you.”
“Uh huh,” she whimpered softly as she floated down from the heights of her orgasm, her eyes closed.
She felt him move to cover her body with his and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips found hers. She could smell her musk on his face and taste herself in his mouth as he kissed her deeply. He moaned softly as she opened her mouth and her tongue began to dance with his.
His cock was hard as steel against her thigh. She spread her legs wider and squirmed a little until she was holding his hips between her firm, silky thighs. His weight pressed her down as he reached over and turned on the light by her bed.
“Look at me Phoebe,” he said huskily.
Her eyes met his and he pushed his hard, throbbing prick into her warm, wet cunt. She groaned and flexed the muscles in her pussy as he filled her up. He buried the entire length of his cock inside her and held it there for a long moment breathing heavily as he gazed down at her.
“Do you love me, baby?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed as he began to fuck her slowly. Her hands glided over the flexing muscles in his back. “I love you.”
He pushed up on his arms, his eyes still roaming over her face, his tempo increasing as he thrust deeply into her willing young body. The velvet walls of her tight sheath gripped his cock, rippling around it as he fucked her harder.
She wrapped her legs around him and rocked her hips to meet each powerful thrust. He lowered himself onto his forearms and leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth and he lifted his head to look into her eyes again.
“I love you, baby,” he said. “I love you so fucking much. You’re my girl, right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted. “Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He pushed up on his arms and pounded his hard cock into her. She threw her head back, her thighs clenching against his hips, her fingers digging into the small of his back. He knew she was close to cumming again and he gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back his own orgasm.
“Daddy,” she wailed, bucking her hips wildly. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”
“Oh, fuck, Phoebs. Do it. Cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”
Her body stiffened and her legs gripped him tightly as she tried to pull him deeper. He continued to pound into her, his balls slapping wetly against her ass as she groaned loudly. He felt her tight cunt clamp down on his engorged prick as her orgasm rolled over and through her. His balls tightened as the walls of her pussy spasmed around his cock.
“Phoebe,” he growled as his cock twitched inside her and let loose the first blast of cum.
“I can feel it, Daddy,” she breathed as she pulled him down to lie on top of her. “I feel you cumming inside of me.”
His hips jerked against her and he continued to pump into her as his balls unloaded all they had. She held him tightly and he shuddered as his cock spurted the last of his semen into his daughter’s cunt. Phoebe trailed kisses along his jaw to his lips.
“I really do love you, Daddy,”she said quietly.
“That’s good,” he said lifting his head to look down at her. “I love you, too, little girl. And I need you. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to let you go.”
He rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him. “It’s okay, Daddy,” she assured him. “I don’t want you to let go.”
Jake smiled and kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep with his baby in his arms.
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