Chapter 8
"What the fuck is going on here?" said the cop as he came upon the naked and struggling forms.
"Yeah, what is going on?" echoed the other cop.
They instantly calmed down, and stood there staring at the sandy ground. Only Cassie was making any noise, She was unable to stop the tears from coming, and her sobs were the only sound in the dark place.
No one answered the questions put to them by the policeman.
"I think they had all better come down to the station."
"I think that you're right, Sam."
They silently dressed, and the four of them went down to the police station were they were held for questioning.
The police assumed that Cassie was being raped. But when the story came out, they were all shocked.
Chuck was the one who spoke.
"It's all her fault, that little whore! She conned me and my buddies into going out with her tonight! She wanted to fuck all three of us!"
"Is that true, Miss?" the officer asked Cassie.
She -said nothing.
"What are your names?"
At first no one spoke, but finally Chuck told them everybody's name.
"Marshal, Marshal," said the officer.
'That name sounds very familiar." added another cop.
"Yeah, he's a big shot with some corporation, isn't he? Lives in that huge old place?"
"Yeah, that's him alright! Get him on the phone, would you?"
Everett was at home with Bob when the phone rang. Carole and Lydia were out at a movie, and the two men were spending some time together alone. In fact, they had been discussing Cassie.
"Mr. Marshal?"
"Yes?"
"This is the chief of police, sir."
"Yes?" he said, growing alarmed. He prayed that Carole or Cassie or Lydia weren't hurt. "It's you daughter, sir."
"My daughter?"
"Yes. There's been some trouble."
"Is she all right?"
"Yes, but we think you had better come down here anyway, sir."
"What's happened?"
"It would be better if you could come here."
"Ill be right there." he said, and put down the phone.
Bob took one look at his white face.
"What is it?" he said in alarm.
There was a pause.
"Cassie."
"Is she hurt?"
"I don't think so, but she's at the police station, I had better go and get her."
"Let me come."
"Yes, that's a good idea."
They drove in silence, and parked the car in front of the station.
Hopping out, they quickly trotted up the steps.
Cassie was waiting for them, a little calmer by this time, but still very upset. Cassie!" her father cared. "Mr. Marshal?" said the officer. "Yes!"
"I'd like to see you for a moment, if I could."
"Of course, of course!"
The officer spent about thirty minutes with Everett. At first, he simply couldn't believe the information that the police chief was reporting to him, but gradually, he came to accept. A grim expression settled on his face.
"I'm very sorry to have to tell you all of this, Mr. Marshal. Maybe the girl's mother could have a talk with her."
"Her mother is dead."
"I'm sorry."
"But this is my fault."
"Sir?"
"I've always given in to her demands, indulged her, spoiled her. . ." he said. "I'm sorry, sir."
"That's all right, quite all right. . .things will just have to change a bit, that's all."
He got up, and got Cassie. Under the circumstances, everybody thought it best not to press charges.
The three boys were released, and Cassie went home with her father and Bob.
They were all silent in the car driving back.
When they arrived at the house, Cassie went up to her room without a word. Bob followed Everett into the den.
Everett poured the drinks, and they sat on the sofa. He told the whole story to Bob. He was very upset, and needed to unburden himself to somebody.
"I just don't know what to do, Bob! I really don't"
Bob was silent.
Just then, Cassie appeared at the door. She was still wearing the gown she had been wearing earlier in the evening, and both her father and Bob could see her stiff nipples through the thin, clinging fabric of the dress.
She said nothing, but walked over to the bar to get a drink.
"What are you doing?" he father snapped.
"I need a drink!" she said calmly, looking at him with a cool stare.
"Is that all you can say?" her father choked out.
"What do you want me to say?"
'That you're sorry, that you won't do this kind of thing again.. " he said, his voice breaking with emotion.
Cassie said nothing, only looked at him with icy blue eyes.
"How can you just stand there and say nothing? After all I've done for you! Given you everything, you selfish little bitch! Money, clothes, vacations, a car, you wanted it, and I gave it to you! And this is how you repay me! This is how you thank me, you filthy slut!" he screamed, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Would you please lower your voice? My head is killing me." she said in the same detached manner.
"Your head is killing you is it? Ill show you what it is to have your head really kill you!" he screamed, and smacked her across the face, so that for the second time that evening, her lip split, and squirted her clear red blood all over.
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she tried to bolt.
"Hold her!" Everett screamed to Bob.
Bob grabbed Cassie, and pinned her arms behind her back. Everett came towards her with his fist raised.
"No, no!" she screamed, straggling vainly to break loose.
"I should have done this long ago!" he growled.
He slapped her violently across the face, splitting her top lip. Tears jumped to her eyes, but she didn't cry out this time.
He kept hitting her, enraged by her silence.
"You have no heart! No soul! You are made from stone, you filthy bitch! You dirty whore, look at you!" he said, and his eyes traveled up and down her body in the sexy, clinging dress.
"Get that off!" he screamed, and ripped it from her body.
She stood naked and brazen before him, her eyes coldly daring him to strike her again, this time on her naked, vulnerable body.
Had she screamed and cried, and begged him for mercy, he probably would have calmed down a lot faster. But her silence, and her cool, scornful stare just enraged him, and he confined to strike her in the face.
Then, he roughly grabbed her from Bob's grasp, and pulled her down over his knees.
"Give me your belt, Bob!" he said.
Bob unbuckled the thick leather belt that he was wearing, and without a word, handed it to the older man who was seated on the couch.
Everett doubled it up, and raised his arm. Then, with a cold, stinging intensity, he brought down the cruel instrument on Cassie's soft white ass.
A bright red mark instantly appeared. It was followed by another, and another, and another.
Bob watched the scene in silence, trying to ignore the fact that the beautiful bitch, helpless and beaten, was turning his prick into stone.
She didn't struggle or weep, she just endured her punishment with a cold, haughty stare.
Over and over again Everett spanked her, until her entire ass was covered with the glowing red marks.
Finally, he shoved her to the floor in disgust.
He looked at her impassive face.
"I'll give you something that will get a reaction from you!" he hissed.
He started to unzip his pants.
Bob watched, and his mouth dropped open.
"You too, boy!" he said.
"W-w-what?" Bob stammered.
"You heard me right! The little tramp wanted three men, the police told me. Well, we can give her two, can't we?"
"Sir?" the boy said in a confused tone.
"Drop your pants, boy!" he barked.
Everett unzipped his own, and his hard, red dick sprang out.
He pulled off the rest of his clothes with haste. Bob watched him, and then he too stripped off all of his clothing. His dick, like Everett's was already stiff.
Everett pulled Cassie up to her feet, yanking her arms sharply.
"Get up, you stinking cunt!"
Cassie still said nothing as her father roughly dragged her up. When she didn't move fast enough, he yanked her by the hair, tearing some of the silky threads loose in his fingers.
"Get over here!"
He threw her violently on the couch, her legs open.
"Look at her! She's already spreading her legs, the little whore!" he snarled.
Propping her head up on the arm of the sofa, he got down as if he were going to mount her. His dick was in his hand, and he was rubbing it.
"No, wait a minute. . ." he said.
He got up, and pulled Cassie by the arm so that she was once again on the floor.
"On your knees! That's it! Now, suck my dick, you filthy little bitch! Go ahead and suck your father's big red dick!"
She didn't move, but her face settled into a an expression of bitter loathing.
He grabbed a shoe from the floor and brought it up as if to strike her.
"Ill make you so ugly that no man will ever want you again!"
Cassie closed her eyes, and opened her lips. She took her father's cock in her hand, and started to suck it in a very mechanical way.
His hands were gripped tightly on her head, and his whole body was arched, leaning into her mouth.
"That's right, bitch! And the balls too!"
Bob couldn't believe it. He knew that it was crazy, but he was getting hot watching the scene between Cassie and her father.
He rubbed his own dick with his hands as he watched them.
'There's more room here, boy!"
"Sir?" Bob said, and his eyes flew open.
"You can fuck her ass while she sucks me off!"
Bob just stood there, feeling a little foolish with his big erection in his hand.
"Go ahead! That's what she wants, isn't it?"
Bob got down on his knees.
'That's right, open those cheeks up! How many men have fucked you tonight, Cassie? Will two more make a difference? How about five? Or five hundred? Should I call all of my friends to come over so that they can fuck my whorish little daughter?" he said, laughing a cruel, sadistic laugh.
Bob inserted two fingers into Cassie's asshole, and started to grease it up with some of- the juice from her pussy.
Soon, she was wet and ready, and he was able to shove the tip of his cock, dripping with pre-come, up her ass.
He grabbed her around the waist, and began to push.
Her lips were still fastened around her father's tool, and she continued to suck him.
Bob shoved and pushed, and soon he had driven his big cock deep into her ass.
He squeezed her waist, and rubbed his body sensuously against hers.
Cassie was like a robot. Not a flicker of feeling or emotion crossed her face. She performed her task as if it made not the slightest bit of difference to her what she did.
But Bob got a glimpse of her eyes, and saw the fierce hatred that burned in them.
He was ramming his dick in and out of her ass, and his teeth were biting her shoulders. He reached around to grab her tits and pinch them.
Everett was swaying and moaning on his feet.
The sight of the attractive man being sucked off by his own daughter made Bob so hot that he bucked away in a mad frenzy, and soon shot a load of steaming jism into Cassie's asshole.
Everett opened his eyes.
"Yes, that's it son! Come in her, come all over her!"
Bob pulled out, and the juices dribbled down the crack of Cassie's ass.
Abruptly, Everett pulled his dick from her mouth. His hand went to her ass, and he drenched it with the juices that were still dripping.
He rubbed her face in them, smearing it all over her cheeks and chin.
'There, slut, see how you like a man's juice now!"
Then, he kicked her again, so that she fell to the floor.
"Open your legs!"
She clamped them shut.
Bob pulled one, and Everett pulled the other. They were soon pried apart.
Everett got down between her legs, and held up his dick.
"You have a nice mouth, Cassie! Now I want to see if your cunt is as nice as your mouth!"
He took the big rod, and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. One great shove was all that he needed.
Bob watched as Everett pinned Cassie's arms to the floor and fucked her pussy with wild abandon.
Bob was amazed to feel his own cock get big again as he watched the hot scene between father and daughter.
Everett noticed the boy's big schlong.
"Do it here! In her face!" he ordered.
Bob walked over, and dropped to his knees so that his tool was inches away from Cassie's face.
He couldn't bear to look in her eyes, so he closed his own. He played with his stiff cock, rubbing and pulling on it.
He could hear the sounds of Everett's passion as he fucked his daughter's pussy.
Everett was completely carried by his rage, and by his lust. He grabbed Cassie by the head, and with every fierce stroke of his dick, he slammed her head against the floor.
Harder and harder he thrust, driving his big tool right through her body. He hadn't had such a good fuck in years.
He felt the come boiling and churning inside of his body.
"I'm going to come, Cassie! I'm going to come in your filthy little twat, do you hear me? Your father is coming, coming, COMING!" he screamed, as he jerked and shuddered, sending his hot spunk up into her.
Bob saw that, and he went wild. His hand jerked and tugged at his own flaming spear, and within seconds, he was shooting his thick white come all over Cassie's face.
They both drew away from her.
Everret was shaking, and he rolled over on the floor. Then, he got up, and left the room.
Bob looked at Cassie, and then looked away.
He took his clothes from where they had been scattered on the floor, and dressed quickly. Not looking at her, he slipped out of the room, and out the front door.
Cassie remained on the floor, without moving. She was stunned by the events of the day, and was unable to do a single thing.
She remained there a long time. After a while, her mind began to unthaw. She began to realize, slowly at first, how much she had hurt people, people who loved her, like her father, Bob, Carole and even Lydia. That she had really driven him mad. She winced to think of all the ways she had abused him, and taken advantage of him. She had even driven him to this.
Finally, she went upstairs, and got into a hot tub.
She went to bed early, before Lydia and Carole got home. Everett didn't see her again that night.
The next morning, he was roused from his sleep by a knock on the door. "Yes?"
"Daddy, it's me, Cassie."
"Come in!" he said, as he pulled the covers up, and sat up in bed.
"Good morning!" she said sunnily.
"Good morning." he said, rather uncertainly.
Carole was asleep beside him, but she opened her eyes now too.
"Good morning, Carole!" said Cassie.
"Good morning." said Carole, who was as confused as Everett.
Then Everett realized that she was carrying a tray.
"I've made you breakfast in bed!" she announced.
"How nice!" said Everett, more and more confused every minute.
She had made a lovely breakfast of French toast, freshly squeezed orange juice, bacon, rolls and hot coffee. She had even brought the paper with her, and arranged a little bud in a vase on the tray.
Then, she left them to enjoy themselves.
"What do you think that's all about?" wondered Ev aloud.
"I don't know, but let's pray that it lasts!"
It did. Cassie, it seemed, was a different person. She made up with Lydia, and the two were great friends once more.
She was sweet, kind, considerate and cheerful.
Everett and Carole waited for it to break, for the peace to end, but iy didn't.
She was no longer moody and sulky, but instead was open hearted and good tempered all of the time.
She even made up with Bob.
At first, he didn't want to see her. but after several phone calls, he gave in and came over.
"Look, Cassie, about that time with your dad.. ." he began.
"Bob, that's not why I called you."
"It isn't?"
"No!"
'Then what's on your mind."
"I want to apologize."
"You want to apologize."
"Yes!"
"What do you mean?"
"For the way I've treated you, tormented you, abused you. I know I've been very cruel and thoughtless, and I'm sorry."
"Cassie, I. .."
"I am truly sorry. Can you believe that?"
"Yes, I can."
"Good."
"Cassie, I just don't know what to say..."
"Say that you still want to go out with me, that you'll give me another chance!"
"Cassie!" he said, and pulled her into his arms for a long, hot kiss. His hands went to her tits, and started to rub them.
"I've missed you!" he murmured.
She reached down to fondle his stiff dick.
"And I've missed you!"
The rest of the summer passed in this easy, happy fashion.
Plans for the wedding went ahead, and it was set for the third of September.
The house was busy with the preparations for the wedding, and the departure of the two girls for school.
Lydia was going back to boarding school, and Cassie was returning to college.
And Ev and Carole were going to Europe for three weeks after they got married.
In the midst of all of this, there hadn't been too much time for any serious conversation between Cassie and her father.
He wanted to talk to her, for he knew that she would go off to school, and he might not see her for months.
He sought an opportunity, but none arose.
The night before the wedding was a hectic one.
There were last minute changes of plans, dresses that need to be tried on again and again, endless phone calls.
It was after two when everyone finally settled down.
Ev had been up with Carole, fucking her sweet twat into ecstasy before she drifted off to sleep. He looked down at her sleeping face, and smiled. He ran a hand over one of her full, soft tits, and she grasped it to her in her sleep.
He got up, somehow feeling too keyed up to sleep.
He went downstairs to the kitchen to have something to eat.
The light was already on, and he padded into the room, wondering who else in the house was having trouble sleeping tonight.
It was Cassie.
She was seated at the kitchen table, drinking a tall glass of milk, and eating a cookie.
There was a book in one had, and she put it down.
"Hello, Daddy," she smiled. "Hello, honey." he said, and getting a glass, sat down to join her. "Good book."
"Very."
"What is it?"
"Oh, just a romantic novel."
"Looking forward to school."
"Uh huh!"
"Good, good!" he said.
They were quiet for a few minutes, drinking their milk, and munching on the sweet, buttery cookies.
"Cassie?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"There's something I wanted to say to you."
"Yes?"
"It's not easy." He paused again.
"It's about that night, isn't it Daddy?"
"Yes."
He put his face in his hands for a moment. "Look, Cassie, I'm sorry about that. . ."
"Don't be. I'm the one who is sorry."
"You."
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"Sorry for being such a spoiled, nasty bitch. Sorry for taking advantage of you, for being cruel. I only got what I deserved."
"Cassie, I. . ."
"No, let me finish. I've been wanting to say this to you for some time now. You see, I've really changed."
"Yes, I can tell."
"And I think it was that night that changed me."
"Really?'
"Yes. I could see for the first time how I had provoked you, how I had made it necessary for you to be cruel to me, to teach me a lesson. And I learned it."
"I can see that."
"And everything has changed, everything is better. Between me and Bob. Me and Lydia, me and Carole. And me and you." she said, and she kissed him.
"I love you Cassie."
"And I love you, too."
"You know that I only want what's good for you."
"I know."
"And I wish the best for you."
"I know that too."
He kissed her again, taking her in his arms.
Carole came downstairs, into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" he said to her.
"Oh, I don't know, I just couldn't sleep. Jittery, I guess." she said, sitting down at the table and taking a sip of Everett's milk, and a cookie.
"Carole," said Cassie.
"Yes?"
"I owe you an apology."
"You don't."
"Yes I do."
"Really Cassie, I don't have any bad feeling for you."
"I believe you, but I need to say this anyway. I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you when you first came here. I guess I was just jealous and all, but I really do love you now."
"And I love you."
"And I'm glad that you are marrying my father, and that we'll all be a family again."
"Me too!" she said, and they hugged.
The only one missing was Lydia, and she appeared in the door.
"Is this a party?"
"Sort of!" they chimed. "Well, am I invited?"
"Of course, of course! Sit down, and have some milk and cookies!"
They all sat there, eating and laughing and talking. When the clock struck four, they went to sleep, for tomorrow promised to be an eventful day.
Carole and Everett crawled back into bed.
They were both in a very good mood
Tomorrow, after all, they would be married, and the day after that they would be in Europe, drinking in all that rich, European culture.
Ev was just drifting off to sleep, when Carole nudged him. "Honey?".
"I was wondering something."
"Yes?"
"What do you think happened to Cassie?"
"What do you mean?" said Ev, a little nervously. He sat up in bed and looked at her.
"What do you mean, Carole?" he asked again, fully awake now.
"Well, she seemed to do such an about face. I mean, she used to be, well, such a bitch, and all of a sudden, she turned into the sweetest, most considerate girl in the world. I wonder what came over her."
"Carole, sometimes in life it's best not to ask too many questions about these things."
"I know, but still, I wonder what could make her change so much. It's as if she suddenly realized the error of her ways and. . .hey, hey, what are you doing?" she squealed, as she felt Everett's hand creeping under the covers towards her.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he said, his hand reaching over to cup the juicy fullness of her tits.
"But it's so late!" she wailed.
"Never too late for this!" he said, and stopped all further protests by kissing her on the parted lips. When he had stuck his hand between her legs and stroked her cunt until she grew moist and creamy, she was no longer in the mood to protest, anyway.
In another end of the big house, Cassie and Lydia were snuggled up together.
Lydia was wondering pretty much the same thing as Carole, but she could be more direct and ask Cassie herself.
"Cassie?" she began.
"Yes, Lydia?"
"Now I don't want you to get mad."
"Mad about what?"
"About what I'm going to say to you." she said in a serious tone of voice. "I promise. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. But I was just wondering. . .what made you change so much? And so suddenly."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, after what happened between Bob and me, you weren't speaking me, nor to him. Then, all of a sudden, we're the best of friends again, and you're seeing Bob. I don't get it. I've tried to pump him for some information, but he's as tight as a clam. Come on now, what happened?"
"Lydia, sometimes it's best not ask too many questions in this life!" said Cassie, not knowing that her father had used those same words only moments ago.
"But Cass," Lydia started to say.
Cassie leaned over to give her new step sister a long and passionate kiss on the lips.
She reached under the blanket, and began to fondle the big tits and sweet pink nipples that she knew so well.
"Oh God!" breathed Lydia.
"You were saying?" said Cassie with a little smile.
"Nothing, nothing. . .only, suck my pussy, Cassie!"
So Cassie got down on her knees, and spread Lydia's legs wide. Putting her face between the other girl's white limbs, she licked and bit her cunt until Lydia forgot all about their present conversation.