Chapter 8
Dick and Pinky had schemed well while their son and daughter had been out.
Dick had a can of chloroform and a whit rag waiting in the upstairs hallway.
He knew that it would knock them cold and he wasn't into anymore struggling.
"This is going to be so much fun," Pink said, clasping her hands together in front o her breasts.
"Damn right it is," Dick said gruffly. They were very cruel people.
They had been building up hostility in themselves for so long, they both felt very good about the fact that they were turning that anger into action.
Sheree and Larry came innocently in the front door and stomped their feet to get the snow off of them.
Larry listened intently and heard no noise.
He assumed incorrectly that his parents were still sound asleep.
He held his finger up to his lips and Sheree nodded that she understood.
Neither of them were ready to face their parents quite yet and they were hoping they could get upstairs and into bed without waking Dick and Pinky.
But Dick and Pinky were not only awake, but they were hiding at the top of the stairs waiting.
Larry and Sheree took off their wet sneakers and socks and left them on the radiator downstairs to dry.
Then they padded, hand in hand, up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Dick poured some of the chloroform on the white rag and prepared to pounce.
He had already decided to get Larry first, since he was the one who was most apt to put up a big struggle.
He figured Sheree could be subdued a lot more easily.
Everything happened very quickly and Sheree didn't even have time to scream.
Before she could figure out what was going on, her father had leaped from the shadows and had thrust the white rag over Larry's mouth and nose.
Larry flailed his arms around in the air for a couple of seconds and then went completely limp.
He then plopped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, totally unconscious.
Sheree's eyes went wide with terror and she was too scared to make a sound.
Once again her nightmares were becoming true and her heart began to pound.
Her muscles became tight and she stood rigidly at the top of the stairs, watching her big brother quickly reduced into a sleeping baby.
Seconds later, the white rag was shoved in her face and everything went black.
Dick grabbed Larry by the ankles and Pinky grabbed Sheree by the ankles and they dragged their children into the master bedroom where they were, to be bound cruelly.
Pinky had pieces of rope ready and waiting once Sheree and Larry had been thrown on the double bed in the master bedroom.
While Sheree was unconscious she had a small pleasant dream that had absolutely nothing to do with what was actually happening to her.
In her dream she was on the set of a movie and she was the star.
The name of the movie she was about to make was "Rise From the Depths" because that was just what Sheree hoped she would be able to do someday.
There were all sorts of people fussing over her as she prepared to shoot the first scene.
There were people making sure that her make-up was just right.
There were people checking her manicure and pedicure.
Even the director of the film was in awe of her obvious stardom.
He did not rush her and he was content to wait until she was ready to perform.
Sheree had all of her lines memorized in the dream and she could tell that this role as a young girl who goes from being a nothing to being a something was going to win her an academy award.
Her co-star in the film was a very handsome tanned blonde man who did not have a name in the dream.
But he was tall and muscular and Sheree could tell she was going to enjoy shooting the love scenes with him very much.
Their eyes met from across the set and it was love at first sight.
They moved toward one another in slow motion, and no matter how much they moved they never seemed to get any closer to one another.
This was the frustrating part of the dream.
Every time Sheree would get close enough to the blonde actor to reach out and touch him, she would lose sight of him for a moment and he would be all the way on the other side of the set once again so she would have to start over.
But finally they did meet, and though, in the dream, they had never seen each other before, she immediately got up on her toes so she could kiss him on the lips.
And, just as he leaned over to kiss her and Sheree could tell that something magic was about to happen, she opened her eyes and the horror of reality returned to her.
Her wrists were bound together in front of her face and they were both attached to the same bedpost at the head of the double bed.
Her ankles were also bound to her upper thighs so that the muscles in her legs were stretched painfully.
She looked to her right and saw Larry, tied in the same position, attached to the other bedpost.
Sheree let out a scream that could easily be heard outside, as she realized that everything was out of control.
There was no such thing as sticking it out anymore. Sheree knew she had to get out of that house forever the first chance she got.
"Go ahead and scream, you little slut," Dick said with a sneer. "You know very well that there is no one here who can help you!"
But Dick was wrong. Because just at the moment Sheree screamed the paper boy, delivering the evening paper was out in front of the house.
The sound of Sheree's scream scared the small boy very much and he didn't quite know what to do.
He made a mental note to tell his parents about what he had heard the second he was done with the rest of his route and went home.
Sheree looked back over her shoulder and saw that both Dick and Pinky were nude.
"You people are really sick!" Sheree shouted. "You need help. You are both mentally ill, don't you realize that? Don't you realize what you are doing?"
Big tears were welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. She couldn't say anymore because she choked on her own tears.
Dick slapped the little girl hard across the face.
Sheree remembered how much his slaps hurt, but she thought this was the hardest one of all.
She could feel her bottom lip begin to swell and she could taste blood on the inside of her mouth.
Total despair returned to the little girl's empty soul.
She felt as if she would never escape the cruel hands of her parents.
She was sure they were going to beat her until she was unconscious and throw her into a snow drift to die.
She had been bound so that her knees were forced way apart on the bed.
From the rear, Dick could clearly see the parted lips of her pussy and the puckered opening of her ass-hole.
"Be prepared for pain like you have never known it," Dick said.
Pinky merely laughed with a cackle that showed years of cigarette smoking.
Larry, throughout all of this, was completely silent.
The humiliation of being tied naked like that had, taken a little bit of his personality away forever.
He was completely numb all over, and he had the blank expression of a zombie on his thin face.
Dick was slowly and carefully putting a black leather glove on his right fist.
He tugged the glove over his wrist to make sure his fingers were all the way in it.
He opened his fingers then closed them tightly.
"Have you ever wondered, you little tramp, how far your pussy can stretch before it tears," Dick said in a voice so calm that it made Sheree sure he was entirely insane.
She looked back over her shoulder and saw that black glove and she knew what he meant to do with it.
It was going to be the fist-fuck for Sheree! She could feel cold sweat pouring off of her naked torso.
Her stomach ached like a burning pit and she shuddered at the thought of her sweet pussy being violated so brutally.
Sheree could hear her father making small grunting noises behind her and then she felt the leather fingertips slowly working their way up the inside of her thigh.
Sheree looked over to see what Pinky was doing.
Pinky was strapping a big dildo around her waist.
"Dear son of mine," Pinky said. "How would you like to get fucked up the ass so you will know how a woman feels when a man thrusts his cock into her."
Larry did not respond. His mind was a blank. It was as if someone had completely cleaned his slate.
Sheree felt those leather covered fingers gently exploring the outer lips of her cunt.
Under normal circumstances, she would have moaned with pleasure at this intimate contact.
But her fear and disgust were so great that all she could feel was the pounding of her heart and the cold sweat rolling down her back.
She couldn't believe that she had spent the whole day in bliss over at the Mumms and this was the awful way it was all going to end.
She could tell that Dick was going to do his best to ruin her private parts forever.
She knew that she had better try to go out of her way to relax.
The more relaxed her pussy was, the more that could fit inside without pain.
She knew she would never be able to relax enough to rid herself of all of the pain that Dick was determined to cause.
She just hoped that somehow she could keep to a minimum the amount of damage done by Dick's relentless fist.
But she failed miserably to relax. She began to panic and she sobbed with great heaves of her torso.
Dick inserted his middle finger slowly, all the way up into Sheree's quim.
She prayed that her natural lubrication would start to flow so this would go easier.
But the more she thought about it the dryer her pussy became.
Dick was going to try to get his fist up there while she was as dry as a bone.
Dick placed his forefinger next to his middle finger and slid both of them in and out of Sheree's cunt.
On the other side of the bed, Pinky was strutting back and forth, looking down at the fake erection that stuck out of her crotch.
She cackled and ran her fingernails hard down Larry's back, leaving bright red scratches, all the way from the base of his neck to his kidneys.
But, if Larry felt any pain, he was unable to react to it.
His expression did not change even though his mother had drawn blood in a couple of I spots.
Dick then press his face against Sheree's right buttock and bit her hard, so hard that he almost broke the skin.
Sheree howled in pain and Dick just laughed at her and quickly moved his hand so he was sliding four fingers in and out of Sheree's cunt at the same time.
The pain really struck the little girl at that point.
She began to whimper pathetically, having used up all of her energy quickly.
She no longer had the energy to protest or scream out in any way.
She was a totally defeated little girl and she figured all was lost.
Hopelessness tormented her mind like a cancer and the pain in her cunt got worse every second.
Now Dick was ready to go all the way with the fist-fuck.
He tightened his fist and placed it hard against Sheree's open cunt.
He began to press forward with a slow steady motion and Sheree could tell that at any moment she was going to tear down there and start to bleed.
On the other side of the bed, Pinky was stroking Larry's belly, while kneeling behind him.
The head of her dildo was pressed between the cheeks of his slim ass.
At just that moment, the paper boy delivered his last paper and headed home.
He still had a chilling sensation from the awful scream he had heard and he decided he was going to tell his mother what he had heard the second he got home.
He had never heard a scream like that except on television and the sound of it, he knew, was going to haunt him for a long time.
Sheree's mouth was very dry and she was having difficulty swallowing.
Her mouth was gaping open and she feared for a moment that her jaw would get stuck in that position.
Dick got that fist all the way up into Sheree's cunt so that only he wrist was visible.
He could tell he was making her bleed and that only made him want to push his fist into her further.
Pinky placed the head of the fake cock directly against Larry's sphincter.
She dug her nails into Larry's waist and began to press forward with her hips.
The ring of muscle around the boy's tight ass-hole began to stretch so that the dildo could penetrate that orifice.
For the first time, Larry seemed to realize that something very bad was happening to him.
For the first time since he had been knocked cold by the chloroform, his expression changed.
His face now reflected the pain he felt in his ass-hole.
Down the road a spell, the paper boy was running into his house shouting for his mother to call the police because something horrible was happening at the Masters' house. The woman knew her son was not one to cry wolf and immediately dialed the phone to report what the small boy had heard.
Pinky continued to press the relentless dildo up her son's butt until the entire rubber shaft had disappeared up that tiny hole.
Larry too had been forced to bleed by the brutal violation.
Dick fist-fucked Sheree and Pinky ass-fucked Larry until both of their children passed out from the pain.
It wasn't any fun for Pinky and Dick if their kids were not conscious to feel the pain. Dick pulled his gloved fist out of Sheree's pussy and looked disgustedly at the crimson blood on the knuckles.
Pinky like-wise pulled her dildo out of Larry's ass and admiringly looked at the ring ring of blood around the base of it.
The Rushdale Police seldom have anything to do, so when they got a phone call about a damsel in distress they responded immediately.
The entire Rushdale police department consisted of four cops and two squad cars so everybody responded to the call.
Rushdale Police Chief, Marvin White, even called the County Sheriff's office and told them to prepare in case he needed back-ups.
The dirt road on which the Masters lived was too blocked with snow for either of the cars to make it thorough.
The entire Rushdale police department parked on the main road and set out trudging through the snow the get to the Masters' house.
They saw the footprints made by Sheree and Larry and the footprints going both ways made by the paper boy.
They assumed incorrectly that the two pairs of footprints that did not leave the house belonged to the criminals involved.
They were careful not to damage any of the footprints that they were convinced were evidence as they plowed up the dirt road.
All four of them arrived at the front door of the house at the same time, Chief White leading the way.
They had their guns out and were prepared for whatever might happen.
White pounded on the front door and shouted, "Open up, it's the police!"
"What the fuck?" Dick said upstairs and quickly took off his glove and threw on a bathrobe to answer the door. "Keep them quiet, Pinky. I'll get rid of the dumb local cops."
Dick strutted down the stairs trying to look as if he had just woken up.
He opened the door and smiled at the policemen.
"What can I do for you today, officers?" Dick said with phony cheerfulness.
"Hi, Masters," White said with a surprised look on his face. He had not expected to see the man of the house home and looking so composed. "We got a report of a woman screaming in your house. Just came over to check it out. Is there any trouble here?"
"No Marvin. Nothing happening here. In fact me and the wife were just taking a nap. if you know what a mean."
White seemed embarrassed at having interrupted.
The Police Chief immediately assumed that the scream of pain was actually just a small boys misinterpreted scream of passion.
"Sorry to have bothered you, Dick," Marvin White said and turned to leave.
"No sweat," Dick said with a cheerful voice. " Merry Christmas. Glad to see you're all on the job."