Chapter 9
The session with her step-mother and father had left the young girl entirely dazed. After her father had laid the first smack of the strap against the tender bottom, he repeated the gesture ten times more. Not only did the young girl entirely welcome the pain, but she had never, but never, been so sexually stimulated before in her entire life.
Naturally she continued to eat her step-mother, even after the belt had finished its work on her tender bottom. Her step-mother came again and again, each time ending in a cry that would surely have been heard by the servants.
After the last stroke of the belt across her velvety bottom, Kathy even then continued to wiggle her rare derriere, asking her father for more. But the old man was in a rutting stage of lust. He had to have immediate release from his powerful urges.
The old man practically threw his daughter aside as he advanced on his new bride. They were all on the floor by then. The three of them rolling and kicking like a group of school kids. The old man walked stealthily to his young wife. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes. Even the numerous orgasms that her step-daughter had given her could not calm the savage desires that Carrie felt. She was as hot as a ten alarm fire in July.
The old man's hot and throbbing poker stood straight out in front of him. Even for his age the old man had a pretty good rod on him. It was a rod that many a eighteen year old would have envied.
Carrie leaned forward and took the hot pole in her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down with a sex-crazed frenzy on her face, loving the rod with crazy rock and roll desire. The entire shaft was buried deep in her throat and her tongue ran over the massive tool like fleas on a farmer's dog.
Just as she was beginning to bob her head back and forth on the hardened fleshy shaft, the woman felt a powerful blow to her ass.
Kathy had stood up behind her step-mother and grabbed up the belt that her father had just dropped. Even then, as her own ass was still burning with the recent whipping that her father had inflicted, she had begun to whip her step-mother.
Yes, her step-mother.
"WAAaaaaaack!!!!" the belt whistled through the air and came down with a powerful blow on the older woman's ass. At the first touch of the leather belt Kathy could see the smooth skin of her step-mother's ass begin to turn bright red.
"Waaaaaaaaack!!!" the belt came down again. The stripe it laid across the silky skin was parallel to the first. It seemed to rise from deep within the woman like her own fiery lust.
"Waaaaaaaacccck!!!!" the belt landed again. Carrie's ass was bright red now. The heat rose from her pampered tush in long sensuous waves. She was burning up on both sides now. She had felt the whip before. She had had it administered by her new husband, but she had never been whipped with the fury that this young girl could muster. Again and again the whip whistled its song through the air and came to a cracking rest on her ass. With each blow the ass turned a brighter and brighter red. With each blow she got hotter and hotter and attended to her husband's dong.
With each strap across her rear the wealthy and beautiful wife of one of this country's premier capitalists, went to work on his prick with renewed ardour. Her tongue fluttered and twittered across his turgid tool, each stroke and caress of her talented pink teaser sending moans and cries from the aged industrialist's throat. Again and again Kathy whipped her step-mother, and in doing so she unleashed and dissipated any anger she might have ever felt for her. She tried to time her wacks with the bobbing of her step-mother's head on her father's prick.
Each time her step-mother would take her dad's prick deep into her throat the young girl would let loose with a solid wack across her step-mom's tender buns.
And then her father was shooting his wad. Jet after jet of thick come shot from the old titan of industry's cock. His come hit his new wife at the very back of her throat, causing her to swallow hard again and again.
Kathy had never seen her father having so much fun as she watched him putting the pole to his new wife. It warmed the girl's heart so much that she almost forgot to administer a solid wack with the strap. She immediately made up for lost time by hitting her again and again, causing the older woman to lurch forward and take even more of the old gent's cock down her throat as he shot his wad for the last time.
As the last spurt of thick creamy come spurted from his cock, the old man clutched his chest.
Immediately a look of dismay came over both Kathy and Carrie. The old man gave his new wife one more good thrust of the meat down her gullet and then dropped dead.
Both women froze in their respective positions. They didn't know what to do. What had started out as a joke had ended as a tragedy.
Kathy let the strap drop from her hand. Her step-mother let the now shrinking cock of the dead man fall from her mouth. A thin trickle of come had leaked out of the corner of her mouth and now ran down her chin. The older woman made no attempt to stop the milky stream.
The room was of a deathly silence that Kathy could not remember ever hearing before. The silence seemed to rush in on the two women. None of the servants could be heard moving about and neither of the women drew a breath for at least half a minute.
The look on the Captain's face was one of utter joy. He had passed away while receiving a blow job from his beautiful new wife while his daughter was whipping her. It had been a long standing fantasy of his and just as it was about to culminate he had died. Some people live to achieve goals. The Captain had achieved his final goal and had quietly passed on.
Neither of the women could take their eyes off the dead visage in front of them. They were both smiling, answering the smile of the. dead man. Both of their pussy's were still wet and both of their asses were tingling with the touch of the strap.
"Well, he died," Carrie said after a long time.
"Yes, he's dead. I don't think he's joking now," Kathy said. Once again she returned her stare to the dead man. There was something about his face that forced her to smile. Here was a man that had lead a complete and full life. Here was a man that had reached for all of the gusto.
"We should call the authorities," Carrie said finally. Her legs were still parted. Once again her cunt gave a little twitch. The whipping that she had so recently been receiving had worked its magic and she was once again hotter than a James Brown concert in August.
"Listen dear. I'm sure that the Captain wouldn't mind, if we, ah, finished what we had started," Carrie said after a long time.
Kathy was listening and couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did this woman indeed intend to make love, to continue to make love over her dead father's body.
Well, if Kathy did have to tell the truth, her pussy was pretty wet too. She had worked herself up pretty good by whipping Carrie and now, even looking out over the dead man she could feel that faint, so very faint tingle in her clit.
"Well, I really don't think he'd mind," Kathy said, once again turning her attention to his smiling face.
"Mind, why, my child, he'd insist," Carrie said, and then moved closer to the young girl.
"Well, okay, but we really should call the police or rescue squad as soon as we're done," the young girl said, allowing herself to be led by the arm to the large bed that sat on the other side of the great room.
The two women practically ran the last three steps to the bed. They both dove into the thick mattress and came up in a perfect sixty-nine position. They were like some wild kind of precision swimming team, only their specialty was sex. Kathy came up between her step-mom's legs giggling and lapping. She ran her tongue down the entire length of the other woman's slit, drawing from her throat a long moan of desire.
Carrie on the other hand, or pussy, gently probed the young girl's pussy. Her tongue worked like a tiny cock, probing deep into the other's wet cunt again and again. She could feel the pussy contracting and flexing against her gentle invasions of the young girl's secret space, she could feel her tongue triggering the low moans of pleasure that she drew from above her.
Again and again Kathy let her tongue travel the length of Carrie's pussy. She traced the slit with agile speed just penetrating its fragrant depths and teasing. Her step-mom rolled her hips high, crushing her pussy into her face. She tried to keep her distance from the aggressive cunt, but it was no use.
In no time at all the two women had abandoned their stylized cunt-lapping and were going after the goods any way that they could.
Kathy closed her legs around her step-mom's head and the woman answered her need by slipping two fingers up the young girl's pussy. Kathy let out a loud moan and lifted her hips high off of the bed.
Kathy followed the other's lead. She inserted two fingers into the other woman's cunt. She could feel the cunt close tightly around her fingers, trying to draw the two digits into the wet, spasming orifice.
"Eat me, EAT ME!" Kathy moaned into the other woman's cunt, sending waves of pleasure through her as her voice vibrated off the woman's pussy.
The two rolled on the bed for a long time, working their fingers in and out of each other's pussies with deft skill. Again and again they each came, crying into the other's cunt and lifting their hips aggressively off the soft bed.
When it was all over they both lay quietly on the bed. A large wet stain had been created right in the middle of the satin sheets.
They were holding each other in loving arms and Carrie ran her fingers slowly through the young girl's hair. Again and again those long well-kept fingers traced intricate gentle patterns in the other's hair.
"Shouldn't we call someone, about daddy I mean," Kathy said after a long while. She loved the feel of those tender fingers running through her hair.
"Yes, we probably should. They will probably grow questioning if we waited another day or so," Carrie answered.
"Yes, we'll probably run into some questions as it is. This room must smell like the two dollar room of a Mexican whorehouse," Kathy said.
The two women slowly disentangled themselves from each other. Long slender arms came away from loving holds. Long shapely legs spread and then parted, freeing another pair of long shapely legs.
The two women took their time getting dressed. Kathy made several trips back to her room to pick up clothes and then change her mind. Neither woman was quite sure what the appropriate fashion was for calling the rescue squad.
Finally both step-mother and step-daughter were dressed in conservative dresses. The telephone call was made and they worked together in propping the old man up in bed. They wanted to make it seem as if he had died in his sleep. They tried to close his eyes but could only manage to get one closed. And, from the way he was smiling, it looked as if he were actually winking. It was a lewd wink at that.
Both women then went downstairs and awaited the ambulance. They each had several drinks to bolster themselves against the battery of questions that was certain to follow the discovery of one of the country's wealthiest men.
After a few minutes they heard the faint wail of a siren. The wail grew louder and louder. That was the ambulance alright. They could hear the vehicle turn into the entrance of the estate so far away and then grow even louder by the second. Finally the ambulance's wailing siren was right in front of the house and then, suddenly, it died with an anti-climactic and rapid winding down.
Carrie went to open the door. The men, medical technicians and such, were in a great deal of a hurry. They were in far too much of a hurry to meet with the woman's inbred cordiality and rushed right by her, asking directions to the room as they headed up the stairs.
Kathy and Carrie followed in the wake of the men in white. When they got to the room it was an ugly scene. For some reason the medicos refused to believe that the old man was genuinely dead and had started wailing away on his chest. Again and again the burly medic thumped on the old man's chest with two fists.
"Please, please, I'm quite certain that the Captain is deceased. Let the poor man rest in peace," Carrie said, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't worry lady, just let us do our job," one of the small medics who hovered around the perimeter of the tight circle snapped back at her.
After about ten or fifteen minutes of beating on the dead man's chest the emergency medical guys got tired and pronounced the captain dead.
A hush fell over the room. All of the medical boys turned toward the two woman and faced them with downcast eyes.
The Captain winked back and then The Captain was loaded into a collapsible gurney and jammed into the back of the ambulance. Then, like a third ring act from a second rate circus, all of the white clad attendants loaded themselves into the ambulance and sped off with the siren going.
Carrie had promised the head attendant that she would be down to the hospital in the morning to fill out the paperwork that was needed and to make the proper arrangements.
Both women looked at each other as the sirened ambulance sped away and then slowly walked back up the stairs to their rooms.
That night Kathy didn't sleep so well. She was very worried indeed. After her initial lust had worn off she began worrying about her step-mother. She had the strange feeling that the woman might just make good on her promise to cut her out of the will if she didn't obey. The thought preyed on the young girl's mind. She could think of practically nothing else. If the possibility of Carrie cutting Kathy out of the will had been a real one, then Kathy was certain that her wicked step-mom would not hesitate to invoke her power.
To have Kathy cut out of the will would mean many more millions for Carrie. It would mean a fortune beyond most people's wildest dreams. A fortune that had taken several hundred years of stealing, manipulation, threats, bullying and cunning to amass. And now it would all be Carrie's, to do with as she pleased.
Kathy knew that there was a copy of her father's will in his library. She knew that the document was surely amongst the papers that he had locked in his safe, and Kathy knew the combination to that safe.
Just before dawn the young girl rose from her bed. The gray/blue dawn summer light had not yet begun to filter through her windows and she tripped several times as she made her way to the oak paneled library. She had to know just where she stood in regards to her father's fortune. If indeed she was cut out of the will, or if there was a clause that invalidated her claim to her inheritance, then she would know it. And thus knowing, she would be able to call a lawyer and have him contest the will.
The young girl's fingers trembled as she worked the smooth turning tumbler of the wall safe in the ancient library. She could feel the click through her finger tips, just like a real burglary, and she had a small lamp pointing to the small cylinder illuminating the precisely etched numbers.
After much fussing and cussing the door to the safe finally opened. It opened with a heavy, solid weight of security and revealed a great yawning black hole in the wall.
Kathy moved the lap further up, focusing it directly into the black mouth of the open safe.
Inside the safe were piles of official looking documents. Many of the papers were yellowed with age. A small strong box lay far in the back and an ancient handgun of military design lay towards the front.
Kathy began hunting through the pit took Kathy almost an hours before she finished sorting through all of the papers that related to the estate and the family. There were papers that went back a hundred years and the young girl, frankly, didn't even know what a will looked like.
Kathy finally ran into a good piece of luck when she found an envelope towards the back of the safe that was labeled, "will," and tore into it.
There could be little doubt about the fact that it was her father's will. It had been updated to include his new wife, and the signature and lawyer's signature as witness were only a few weeks old.
At first all of the legal jargon of the document baffled the young girl. It was like swimming across an ocean, she seemed to read and read and never seemed to make progress.
Finally Kathy came to the part about her. It was true, there was a clause similar to the one that her step-mom had mentioned. The ruse was too original not to have been real, and just reading the document sent a icy chill up and down her spine. Kathy would have a great deal of trouble adjusting to poverty.
Just as she had finished reading the will the girl had a footstep. And then she heard another, and another. Someone was coming.
Quickly she threw all of the papers back into the safe and snapped off the light. She only hoped that she had done it in time. The footsteps came closer and closer.
They passed. It must have been a servant raiding the fridge for a late night snack.
Kathy crept back up to bed and fell fast asleep. She didn't sleep well thought. She knew that the provision for morality applied only to her. She knew that her wicked step mother had her just where she wanted her. There seemed to be no escape from the clutches of the evil woman.
Again and again Kathy turned the problem over in her mind. Again and again she came up empty handed.
The next morning Kathy went out to the funeral home to make arrangements for her father. Her mother had gone to see the lawyer in town and they had very cordially agreed to meet back at the house by mid-afternoon.
Everything went smoothly for the young girl. She made all of the arrangements and then had the car drive her home. She was pleased to note that the mortician had wiped the smile and the wink off her father's face.
When she arrived home she was almost glad to see that her step-mother had finished before her.
Carrie was in the garden drinking tea. The summer sky was a deep shade of blue and the grass was a grassy shade of green.
"Well, I suppose you looked in the safe already," her mother said, lifting the cup to her lips.
"Yes, I saw the will," Kathy answered.
"Then you see, that although I did mention it in the form of a joke last night, that it was, not, er, shall we say entirely contrived," Carrie answered.
"Yes, I saw. My only question is what you plan to do with me now?" Kathy responded. She knew that she was helpless. She knew that indeed her step-mother had the deck stacked against her. She knew that it was probably her step-mother who had talked her father into putting that clause in his will in the first place.
In fact, Kathy suspected that Carrie had deliberately had the Captain go over his limit the previous night in order to hurry her control of the Cumwot estate. It would be, Kathy noted with bitter speculation the first time that the Cumwot estate would be controlled by someone who was not a direct heir. And, with this being the case, well, there was no telling what direction the fortunes of the proud family would take.
"My plans? My plans are quite simple. I intend to keep living the good life. And as for you, well, you'll finish school naturally and then you will return here to become my faithful companion, loving and adoring step-daughter and timid, if not entirely obeying love-slave," Carrie said, picking up a cigarette and blowing a large nimbus cloud of smoke toward the blue-blue sky.
"Then you weren't kidding last night, were you?" Kathy asked, her voice breaking at the prospect of spending a life of submission in return for her continued wealth.
"My dear, I never, ever, kid," the reply came, and another cloud of smoke rose skyward.
The two women sat looking at each other for a long time. Their eyes met in a sparking, clashing display of feminine hatred.
"Well, then, I guess I have no choice," Kathy said after a long, long time.
"None whatsoever," Carrie answered.
Kathy was silent. She was stunned at the sudden reversal of her fate. It was just a few short weeks ago that she was in control.
"Now, my dear, please, come over here and service me. It has been such a hard day, and a good cunt licking will calm my nerves so," Carrie said, lifting the sleek summer dress she wore to reveal a pair of shapely legs and a closely cropped bush of pussy hair.
"Here, in the garden?" Kathy asked, shocked at the idea, but at the same time, just a tiny bit excited also.
"Why of course here, and you better get to it fast. I have to warn you I am as cranky as a sick cat today," Carrie said, and reached to take another sip of her tea.
The young girl fell to her knees. The new summer-somber dress she wore was instantly stained as she crawled across the lawn to her objective.
As the young girl's lips touched the silky pubic hairs the older woman looked up and over at the rolling green hills of the estate, with their gentle slopes that led the green manicured grass into the tall majestic trees that bordered the property.
"Cumwot, may you always be my love slave," Carrie said, and then let a small moan escape her lips. Yes, the young girl did have such a talented tongue for one so young.