Chapter 8
The glittering chain was a smooth curve from Suzy's jeweled collar to a steel ring on the post. She sat on her feet, her hands-paws-resting on her thighs. The sharp claws were sheathed. She blinked. Her eyes looked very blue against the silky, jet-black fur of the cat mask. In an unconsciously cat-like move, she smoothed back the long whiskers of the mask with her paw.
Jack appeared at the door of the study. Suzy watched him steadily. He paid no attention to her.
"Right this way," Jack said to a man in a wine-red evening jacket. It was trimmed with black. That, combined with the neatly trimmed beard and mustache, gave the man a Satanic look. The woman with him was tall. Her bright-red hair was piled up, and sparkled with green jewels. She had a cloak that brushed the floor. A high, stiff collar rose behind her head. It was impossible to tell what she had on under the cloak.
Suzy watched steadily as Janet, acting as hostess, escorted the couple in, got them drinks, made small talk. Janet was wearing slave bracelets and collar. A black sash was twisted around her waist, looped through her crotch like a loincloth. Her lush titties were bare, as were her legs and feet.
Suzy shifted her gaze to Billy. He was tending bar. He was wearing a red vest, white shirt, black pants. He was the only one who ever looked at her. He seemed to be unsettled by her animal stare. He was distracted by the arrival of another couple. The woman was in a harem costume. The man was dressed as a sheik. He waited for her to serve him.
"You have a pet, how charming," the satanically dressed man commented, staring down at Suzy.
She favored him with a brief glance, then looked at the doorway.
"Careful," Jack warned. "She's not entirely tamed.
Suzy stirred under the gentle touch of the man's hand on her head. She arched as his stroking made the mask shift on the back of her head. Then something he did tugged at her hair and hurt. She hissed and reached up unthinkingly. The move unsheathed her claws, and the man flinched away from the needle points in her mittens.
Jack cuffed her casually. "Sorry, but she's still a little wild."
"She looks like a child," the man commented as he moved away from her.
"All women are, actually," Jack answered. "She's quite talented. You'll have to try her later."
The study grew more and more crowded. Generally, the men were well dressed, the women expensively costumed. The room was filled with the sounds of a cocktail party, the clink of ice in glasses, the hum of conversation. Suzy and Janet were the only women who were indecently exposed.
The satanic man leaned over and said something to his woman. They were seated on the couch. The woman fumbled with her cloak, spread it open. She was stark naked under it. Her skin was very pale and creamy, her pussy hair deep red. Her breasts were large and firm, with thrusting pink nipples. She unfastened the cloak, and let it fall back onto the sofa.
Her escort slid his hand up and down one of her creamy thighs as he sipped his drink. Then he began talking with the man next to him.
Suzy turned as a new couple appeared in the doorway, and she froze. Standing in the doorway were her parents! Jack hurried over to them. Suzy's mother's eyes flickered over her. Suzy was sure her mother knew who was under the cat mask. Then the eyes passed on. Suzy suppressed a shudder. Evidently her disguise had not been penetrated.
It was obvious her parents had been at parties like this before. They hadn't seemed at all surprised by the sight of a naked, leashed, teenage girl in a cat costume.
Suzy's mother was wearing a red gingham dress-her square dancing dress. Suzy's father had on his Western shirt and trousers. Suzy had seen them leave the house in those outfits once a month for years. They had always said they were going square dancing.
"And who is this?" Suzy's father asked, studying the cat by the pillar.
Suzy hissed and drew back when he tried to touch her.
"Careful, she's a little wild," Jack cautioned.
"Just a friend."
"Why, she doesn't look more than sixteen," Suzy's mother noted.
Jack chuckled. "If so, I would be corrupting the morals of a minor," he pointed out.
"And you'd never corrupt a young girl, would you, brother dear?" Suzy's mother teased.
"Got the wagons in a circle?" Jack asked her father. "This is Indian country, you know. Ever think what they do to white squaws when they catch them?"
"I'd love to find out," Suzy's mother said hotly.
A female scream made Suzy's head jerk around sharply. A man was dragging his elegantly dressed woman toward the post Suzy was chained to. He forced her to her knees, whipped her hands behind the post and shackled them there. Then he did the same with her feet. She was on her knees, and the post, circled by her arms, ran up her back.
"Open your mouth," the man ordered.
The woman shook her head. The man's hand clamped on her hair and banged her head against the post. Brandishing his dick, he jammed it at her closed mouth.
"Open up!"
Suzy watched, her mouth watering, as the man shoved his dick into the woman's mouth. He drove his hard-on clear to her throat. Bound against the column the way she was, she was totally helpless. Suzy saw the woman's throat work as the cock was fucked in and out of her mouth.
Keeping her head braced back against the unyielding wood, the man rammed his dick into her with powerful swings of his hips. The woman's closed eyes leaked tears as she was raped in the face. Her chest rose and fell. Suzy could see the jutting tips of her tits moving against the tight blouse she was wearing. She was big titted, and the button between her knockers popped free when she sucked in a big breath. Her breasts heaved and shivered as the man ravished her.
Suzy purred deep in her throat as she watched the woman being so casually used. The sight of the meaty cock slamming in and out of the woman's lips made Suzy's nipples harden, made her cunt steam. The woman's total submission, the man's complete dominance, made Suzy's blood boil.
The man's dick began to pulse, and Suzy knew he was coming, pouring gout after thick, creamy gout of spunk down the woman's throat. The woman's lips worked as she swallowed desperately. A thick dribble of jizz drooled from the woman's mouth, down along the exposed length of the man's dick. She took wave after wave of his cum. Finally, the cock she was drawing on began to shrivel. The man drew his pecker out of her mouth.
A drop of spit and cum gleamed on her chin. She shuddered in the throes of an orgasm of her own. Her head was tipped back, her face a mask of pleasure.
The man left, leaving his victim still chained to the column. The woman roused and looked at Suzy. Suzy blinked at the woman with the jizz on her chin, kept her eyes emotionless behind her cat mask. Inside, Suzy was seething with cock-hunger.
Someone touched her unexpectedly, and Suzy flinched, and without thinking about it, bared her claws. Jack slashed her with the end of the chain he had unsnapped. It cut across her back-like fire, wrenched a gasp from her. "Come on," Jack ordered, jerking her to her feet. "I want you to watch the game I played with your mother when she was twelve years old."
"A spectator?" Suzy's mother commented as they came up to her.
"Let's say a student," Jack answered.
"Delightful!" Suzy's mother chuckled hotly and set her drink down. "I can't get over how young she looks. About the same age as Suzy, I'd say."
Suzy managed to flinch as her mother fondled one of her tits intimately, then pinched her hippies, then stroked her flanks. Suzy had never thought her mother was interested in sex. The discovery unsettled her, and excited her.
Jack fastened Suzy's leash to a different anchorage. "The Indians are attacking, sister dear," he announced.
"Oh, dear! Help!" Suzy's mother whispered as she was dragged to the unoccupied pillar.
She barely struggled at all as her arms were tied behind the post. Jack gave her a ringing slap that jerked her head around. Her cheek flared red and her eyes glittered. Suzy sucked in a gasp at the blow, and felt her face flush under the mask as she strained forward against her leash, trying to see better. The collar brought her up short, jerked her to a stop. She hissed angrily.
Jack ignored her, and grabbed the front of her mother's dress. A quick pull, and the dress parted along the seams, as if it had been designed to. He dragged the bodice down, bared Suzy's mother's titties. Then, cruelly, casually, he fondled his sister's knockers, twisted and mashed the big globes.
Suzy jerked against her leash again. She reached out. Her claws were within inches of the man torturing her mother. Her mother was writhing and squirming under the torment, enjoying it, enjoying what her brother was doing to her tender tits. Her struggles made her dress ride lower and lower on her hips. Finally, it fell around her feet. She was naked. Her crotch hair was a tightly kinked version of the brown hair on her head.
Jack hooked a hand into his sister's cunt. Suzy strained against the leash again. She bruised her throat as she tried to claw her uncle. Jack continued to ignore her, and began insolently pumping his finger in the woman's cunt. Suzy's mother heaved and jerked with lust as he finger-fucked her.
"Rope," Suzy's mother moaned. "Get more rope."
Suzy stopped battling the leash as the idea that her mother was enjoying what was being done to her finally penetrated. Jack grabbed the long end of the rope he had used to bind his sister's wrists, and began to wrap it around her and the post. The rope cut deep into the tender breasts that had nourished Suzy. Jack wound the rope around and around the weakly struggling woman, until she was barely able to breathe.
Then, Jack yanked her feet back and tied her ankles behind the column. The act split her crotch, made her pussy gape open, left her hanging from the pillar. She wriggled helplessly against her bonds. Her hips were humping hungrily.
Suzy was shivering with lust as she watched. She knew she was about to see her uncle plunge his towering pecker into the squirming, aroused woman, knew that it was what her mother wanted.
And Suzy was boiling, because she wanted the cock herself-wanted her uncle's cock.
Uncle Jack exposed his dick and stepped forward. He waved it in front of the woman's hungry eyes. He stared at her face, and stroked his dick-head up and down her twat, plowed her furrow with it. Suzy saw her mother lurch and jerk as the dick rasped over her cut.
Uncle Jack bent his knees a little, aimed his cock up into the spread snatch. He straightened, and his cock slid up into the hot tunnel. Suzy's mother yelled. Her jaw dropped as if the dick were going to emerge from her mouth after tearing up through her body.
With jerking thrusts of his hips, Jack pistoned his dick in the bound woman's cunt. His hips smashed her back against the post. Hanging from the ropes, she was jolted again and again and again by his towering cock. She was bellowing and wailing. Suzy's ears were ringing, so it sounded like her mother's yells were coming from miles away. Suzy stroked her pussy, felt her cat claws cut through her twat. She combed her snatch with the claws while she watched her mother getting raped.
Jack slammed up and froze for a moment. His ass clenched. He drew out, drove up again and held, and began to come. His ass spasmed. He unloaded his spunk into the mother, while the daughter watched. He poured gallons of jizz into the twat of the woman tied to the post. He didn't draw out until the last of his cream had left his balls. Then he stepped back. His limp prick spattered his sister's naked, spread thighs with cum. He watched her cunt ooze a thick trail of jism. Her twat was a sodden, stringy mess. She sagged against the ropes. She could hardly breathe, the bindings were so tight.
"What's new, pussycat?" Suzy's father asked, startling her. Then he grabbed her tit unexpectedly. His free hand blocked the vicious, reflex swing of her arm. Her claws had been bared, and if she had connected she would have ripped him to ribbons.
"Watch her claws," Jack cautioned, grabbing Suzy's other wrist.
Suzy writhed and spat at the two men holding her. Jack unsnapped her leash. She fought harder to get free, though she had no idea what she would do if she did get loose.
"We'd better cage her," Jack decided. "She needs taming."
"I'd love the chance," Suzy's father said eagerly.
Suzy was thrown into the shower. Jack had rigged makeshift bars across the opening, and slammed them on her as she spat and came at them. She crashed into the bars. She swung at them. They danced back from her flashing claws.
"I'll need a chair and whip," Suzy's father said, eyeing Suzy warily.
"And a gun-with blanks," Jack added, handing his brother-in-law the requested items. Apparently he had had them ready ahead of time.
Suzy hissed and backed away. The gate was opened, and her father came in. He held a kitchen chair in one hand and a long whip in the other. He looked like a lion tamer. She backed up against the wall. She didn't want to attack him, but she didn't want to feel the bite of that whip, either.
The whip cracked, seared her naked skin. She struck, swatted the chair, tried to knock it aside. The whip struck again, bit her ribs like hot steel. She yowled and struck at the chair again. The whip coiled around one foot, was jerked, and she went down. She hit the floor with bruising force. When she looked up, she realized that she and her father were the center of attention. Even her mother was watching. Evidently someone had freed her from the post.
The whip burned from around her ankle and Suzy started to get up. But the whip cut her again. She rolled away from the stinging lash. Her father had never hit her in her life. Now he was trying to cut her to ribbons with a whip.
She slammed against a wall, and the whip slashed the insides of her open thighs, almost cut her cunt. She lurched out of the corner and scrambled away. The whip followed her, seared her ass. She stumbled and rolled into another corner. She tried to huddle there, only to be driven out by the stinging lash. She scrambled desperately around on all fours. The claws in the mittens scratched noisily on the hard tile.
She banged up against the bars, and suddenly her arms were pinned back against the steel. She watched her sweating father stalk toward her, the deadly whip ready in his right hand. She braced herself for a burning cut. The whip whistled. She shrieked as it bit into her tender stomach. It struck again, and suddenly one of her tits was on fire. Another blow, and the other breast was a knot of pain. She struggled weakly against the hands holding her against the bars. The whip cut her exposed torso again and again and again.
Then the whipping stopped, and her father was fumbling with her mask, trying to get it off her.
"No!" Jack snapped. "The mask stays on."
Suzy froze. What would her father do if he found it was his own daughter he had been beating to shreds? What would he say if he discovered his daughter at an orgy? Suzy shivered.
"Open the gate, Lilith," Jack ordered, still keeping Suzy helpless.
Lilith was there? The lesbian sadist that had sold them the mask and claws? Lilith knew who Suzy was. What if Lilith used her name? That would surely let the cat out of the bag.
The combination of terror and pain made Suzy hornier than she had ever been in her life. She felt the gate she was pinned to swing open, and swung back with it, dragging her feet. Then, before she could do anything, she was being dragged across the room to the columns. Her wrists were shackled, and she was hauled up until her feet just barely brushed the floor.
In seconds, she was spread-eagled between the two columns. She watched as her uncle and her father both stripped naked in front of her. She felt her cunt seething at the sight of her father's swaying cock. Her eyes flicked to her uncle's prick, and her twat clenched with excitement.
Her father stepped up to her, set his dick in her cunt, and drove it up into her snatch with one powerful thrust. The shackles on her wrists and ankles clinked. The wind was driven from her body by the sudden glutting of her cunt. Her arms felt as if they were being dragged out of their sockets.
Something touched her butt, probed between her ass-cheeks. Uncle Jack was back there! He was nuzzling his dick at her ass-hole. They'd tear her wide open with their two big cocks!
The pressure on her crapper increased, and she fought to let her uncle into her shitter. She felt her bung drive inward, then slowly begin to open as the drilling cock-head continued its relentless pressure. Her father's cock socketed in her cunt, she fought to let her uncle's drive up into her ass. She was willing to let them split her wide open.
Her ass burned, stung, blazed as the cock augered up into her. She thought she could feel the ring of muscle tearing as her uncle drove up into her. His path was greased only by the lubrication left on his dick from the fucking he had given Suzy's mother.
Suzy whined like a cat in heat as she hung from the chains and took the two cocks. Her ass snapped, and she thought she was dying. Then the pain was fading, being replaced by pleasure. There was an exquisite burning, and there was pressure in her bowels. It felt like she needed to crap, and she knew she was getting dick way up into her butt. She let out a yowl of pleasure as she was stuffed to the bursting point with cock.
Her head rolled and she squirmed with pleasure as she was pinned between her uncle and her father. She looked down, and her eyes met her mother's. The woman was watching! Right in front of her mother's eyes, Suzy was being double-fucked while hanging from chains!
Suddenly, Lilith, naked, was there too. She drove her thumbs down on Suzy's mother's shoulders. Suzy could feel the unbearable pain herself. She watched as her mother was driven to her knees, then forced to eat cunt.
Suzy began to come as the cocks ravaged her two holes. The shackles, padded though they were, bit into her wrists and ankles as she was jolted by the men's powerful drives. She didn't know if her father had come once already that evening or not, but she knew Jack had. That meant her uncle's staying power would be brutal, that her ass was going to get pounded for an eternity. And it felt so wonderful she hoped it would. She prayed it would. She was coming endlessly from the cocks pistoning in her. A seething knot of lust was hanging from the chains in a cat mask. Her hands flexed, and her claws sheathed and unsheathed. She was a cat in the grip of pure sensual pleasure.
Lilith was grinding her crotch down on Suzy's mother's face, and grinning up at Suzy. Suzy remembered the salty yellow flood that had burst over her own face, and wondered if her mother would get pissed on, too. It seemed too good a chance for Lilith to miss. Suzy waited, held her breath. Then it happened. Suzy had to shut her eyes to block out the sight of pee sluicing over her mother's lust-racked face.
Suzy's own orgasm crested, and she felt the cock in her cunt begin to spasm and jet. Her father fired his thick load of jism up into her snatch. She felt it drizzle down around his still-spurting pecker and flood down the insides of her thighs. Jack's dong began to leap, and hot cream erupted deep into her bung, filled her ass-hole. The two jerking cocks stimulated each other. They kept hosing and hosing and hosing her, and she kept coming and coming and coming. Then everything hazed out and she was swept away on a boiling tide of cum.
When she came to, she was swinging from the chains. She felt cold, sticky cum streaming down her thighs as she hung in midair. In front of her, her mother slumped weakly. She was covered with Lilith's cum and piss.
Suzy swung her head on an aching neck, and surveyed the room. The satanic man was lying on top of his woman, on her back. From the looks of it, he had either just taken her doggy-fashion or had just buggered her, and she had slumped forward with exhaustion. Other couples were tangled in various obscene poses.
Janet had been bound against the ladder-like wall. Billy was still pumping his dick in her blonde twat. As Suzy watched, her cousin began to come. He poured his jizz into his father's mistress with powerful jerks of his ass. Then Suzy was being released. She sagged to the floor, totally exhausted.
Without really meaning to, she curled up like a cat, and dozed off while the party went on around her. She roused when she heard voices near her.
"Well, we're sorry we missed Suzy," her mother was saying to Jack.
"I didn't think she should be here for this," Jack said. "That's why I intercepted that letter of yours telling when you'd be here."
"That was a good idea. I wondered how we would handle it," her father commented.
Suzy was listening carefully.
"Why not bring her to a party some time?" Jack asked.
"My baby?" Suzy's mother exclaimed.
"Who better to introduce her to the pleasure of submission than her loving Uncle Jack?" Jack asked. "Think it over."
"Maybe when she's older," Suzy's mother countered. "Right now, we better go before she comes back and finds us here."
"Oh, she never comes in here," Jack lied.
"Well, it would be awkward to meet her coming in the door."
"I don't think that's very-likely. Oh, when should I tell her you'll be back?" Jack asked. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," her father answered.
Suzy felt a wave of sadness. Her time with her uncle was almost over.
"Think about having her at a party," Jack urged.
Suzy lay still until there was silence, then raised her head.
Jack reached down, unfastened the cat paws, removed her hood, started to take off the collar.
"No, not that," Suzy said, stopping him. "Never."
"Don't you think they'll get suspicious?" Jack asked.
Suzy shook her head. "I don't care."
She sucked in her uncle's withered dick, tried to bring it back to life with her lips and tongue. She wanted his spunk in her one last time. She sucked and tongued his spent pecker until it poked the back of her mouth. Then she deep-throated him. At last she was rewarded with a hot, spurting load of cum down her gullet. She didn't let him go until his dick was limp and drained. She didn't want to ever let him go.