Chapter 15
It took Alice a long time to realize the man lying next to her was George. In her drugged mind, she saw a funny man with his hands and feet tied. He was totally nude except for his strange-looking mustache and beard. When the fog in her brain finally lifted, she realized it was her husband, naked beside her and the mustache and beard were white tape, gagging the poor man. She tried to ask him why he was like that until she realized she couldn't open her mouth.
She glanced around the room and realized she, too, was helplessly bound and gagged on Debbie's bed. She forced herself to think back on what had happened before she wakened. She remembered the orgy with all three children. Alice recalled the jabbing of Dirk's cock. She remembered the fantastic orgasm. There was something else...a pin...someone stuck a pin in her ass. She realized she must have been drugged, but she couldn't understand why.
A strange sound attracted her attention. She could see that George also heard it. A deathly silence fell over the nude people and then there was the sound again. There was no mistaking it this time. A cold chill down Alice's back made her flesh crawl with goose bumps. It was unmistakably the sound of fingernails scratching on glass, and the sound was coming from George's private screening room. The children knew about the mirror!
George could see that Alice was terrified. He couldn't understand what was going on, but the children were obviously playing some morbid trick on them, and he was getting tired of the whole mess. He suspected something unusual about Dirk right away and his suspicions were well rounded. George could just picture himself smashing the boy's face in. After he beat the little son-of-a-bitch up, cut that fucking whang of his right in half. Then we'll see whose wife he'd go screwing around with.
A tremendous crash made both victims strain at their bonds. The mirror was in a million pieces!
The smashing of the two-way mirror ended any hopes either Alice or George had about this being a practical joke. One look at, Dirk standing, framed in the door with the large hammer in his hands, assured them he had some horrible idea in mind. The cruelty the boy had shown in their first sexual relationship burned deeply in Alice's memory. She wished now she had been smart enough to realize how much the boy needed psychiatric help.
Dirk walked through the broken mirror and sat on the edge of the bed near his helpless victims. Angie and Debbie followed him into the room, each carrying a tray. One look at the tray and
George knew what they had In mind for them. He struggled uselessly against his bonds.
"You figured it out, George," Dirk said in a quietly insane way. "Actually, I'm doing you a favor, George. You won't have to get your kicks anymore watching little girls play with themselves. Never again will you have to worry about getting a young piece of ass...or any piece of ass."
Dirk held his hand out and Debbie gave him some gauze she had dipped in antiseptic. The boy started to apply the medicine to the area where the cut was to be made.
"Wait," Debbie said. "I've got an idea. Let's get it up first. Let his sex life go out with a hard-on." The girl was stalling for time, but she had little to work with. The sadistic idea appealed to both Dirk and Angie.
"Go ahead, Debbie. Let's see you get IT up on the old goat." Dirk laughed as his sister stood by his side and watched Debbie go to work. The young girl grabbed the flaccid prick and began stroking it
"Come on, George, let's see your little cockle get big and fat, like it used to do when you watched me undress in front of the mirror!" The girl bent over and licked the limp organ. I'll bet you made Alice give me that vibrator just so you could watch me fuck myself with it What's the matter, George? It's not coming up." The girl's tonguing was just not working on the frightened man. She turned to Dirk and said, "Maybe he's got to see his wife getting it before he can be turned on."
Dirk liked Debbie's sadistic sense of humor. Perhaps he had misjudged her. He might even let her five afterwards. The boy unzipped his pants and pulled out his long prick. Alice was spread-eagled in front of him anyway, so he just crawled on top of the helpless woman. "I don't have any trouble getting a hard-on, do I Auntie, dear?" The boy rubbed his growing cock on his aunt's vulva long enough to get it stiff. Then he rammed the hard dick into the tight hole. Angie smiled with glee when she saw the pain the woman was in. Few woman could take Dirk's prick without first being well lubricated, and she was sure her aunt was bone dry!
It was Debbie who was disappointed. Her plan to prolong the castration faded because of her own cuteness and George's perverted voyeur's mind. When Dirk started raping Alice, the man's cock sprang to life. His dick was bone-hard in her mouth a couple of minutes after Dirk's dick forced itself into Alice's cunt
"It's up. It's up, Dirk," Angie shouted. "He just loves watching his wife get it"
"I wonder how much hell like it after his balls are gone," the boy gloated as he pulled his joint out of his aunt's slit. Without wasting any more time, he swabbed the man's groin with the yellow antiseptic.
"Hand me the scissors, Debbie," the boy commanded.
"Don't feel that we are going to neglect you, Auntie," Angie said warmly to the frightened woman. "After we're done with Uncle George's balls, we're going to take off a little of your tits. Not a lot. I figure just the nipples will be enough."
"Debbie, where the hell are the scissors?" Dirk asked angrily.
The girl rushed to the boy's side with the shiny tool, but she stumbled on the carpet and dropped them on the floor. Debbie picked up the scissors and walked back to the tray.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dirk shouted after her.
Debbie looked at the furious boy in her most innocent manner and told him they had to be sterilized after falling on the floor.
"Sterilized, hell! Just bring them here!" he demanded.
That's fine with me, but you were the one who wanted to make sure he would live. You and your sister are the ones that insisted they be tortured for the rest of their lives for what they did to you," she shouted back at the boy. She slapped the uncleaned tool in his hands. "Go ahead, kill them!"
Dirk glared at the angry girl. Without taking his eyes from her, he said to his sister, "Clean these off carefully. Debbie's right. I don't want to kill them."
Angie took the shears and washed them carefully. When she was finished, she placed them with finality in her brother's outstretched hands.
Dirk glared at the man's disappearing hard-on. He went for the man's balls.
The sound of a vehicle careening wildly down the dirt road outside the house made him stop in mid-action. Debbie acted quickly. She grabbed the table lamp from her dresser and smashed it over the boy's head. Angie was caught completely by surprise by the rapid change of events. She could only think of escape. She ran out the door as Debbie freed George and Alice with the same scissors that were meant to be an end to George's sexual life.
In a few minutes, Darleen and a large man walked into the room carrying a struggling girl. "You lousy bitch!" Angie yelled at Debbie. "Well get you for this! I swear, well get you. You miserable little cunt!"
Debbie disregarded the furious child and continued helping her benefactors. She wrapped blankets from her bed around the adults and then got some rubbing alcohol to clean the tape residues from their faces.
Darleen, meantime, held the struggling girl in her powerful grasp, as the man she brought with her examined the boy on the floor. "Is he all right?" Darleen asked the big man.
The man felt the boy's pulse, examined the boy's eyes and stood up. "He's unconscious, but I think hell be all right when he wakes up. Will somebody please explain to me what the hell happened here?"
Darleen explained that when she got the call from Debbie, she contacted her friend from the probation department, Jack Drew. He was land enough to drop everything he was doing and come to help her. Debbie had told Darleen it would be better if the police were not involved, but she didn't say why.
Debbie was the first to speak. She started by saying, "I'm really to blame for this whole thing. Dirk, lying there on the floor is Angie's brother. They were staying here for the weekend because they are Alice's niece and nephew. Well," she continued, "Dirk got a crush on me and Angie and I didn't get along. So, to get him mad at me, she told him that I had been...you know...fooling around with George. It wasn't true, of course, but he didn't believe her...until...she said she had done it with us."
Debbie knew she was laying it on thick, but she couldn't have time to come up with a story. She walked over to George and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. "George just isn't like that. He's the most decent man I have ever known in my whole life." She walked over to Alice and hugged her warmly. "No one has ever shown me more love or care than this woman since the day I was born."
Jack Drew looked around the sensuous room. He saw the two-way busted mirror and the room behind it. He looked at Darleen to see what she wanted to do. Darleen still held the child closely in her arms. Angie's warm firm breasts swelled and receded inside the woman's strong limbs.
The idea that this girl had enough guts to try a castration excited the dyke. She knew Jack was smart and could see right through the kid's ridiculous story, but he owed her favors; lots of favors! He'd go along with whatever she wanted to do. Holding the soft, voluptuous child in her arms like this left no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do.
"I see no reason to doubt the girl, Jack," Darleen stated. "After all, she did call us in time to save the two of them. Unless they want to press criminal charges. I think we can take the children home and discuss psychiatric treatment for the boy. I'm sure her mother will let me work with the girl."
She turned to George and Alice. "Is that agreeable to you?"
Debbie fixed a strong drink for George and Alice. They both gratefully downed the liquid and waited for the alcohol to effect their taunt nerves. George spoke first. "I don't think I'll ever be able to castrate another horse."
"Why, Debbie?" Alice implored. "Why did they want to do it?"
"Dirk has always wanted to make it with his sister," she said. "He's been trying a long time." Debbie didn't know if she should tell Alice about George making it with the girl. She decided she may as well let it all out "Well...when he found out George had already made it with her, he wanted to get even."
"Why you son-of-a-bitch!" Alice barked at her husband. "You couldn't keep your hands..."
"Then," Debbie interrupted her, "when Angie found out you had been fucking Dirk and George at the same time, she wanted to take care of you."
"And you, Debbie?" George asked. "You helped diem at first. Why?"
"He would have killed me," she stated emphatically. "He's crazy! I had to find a chance to get help and the only shot I got was after we had drugged you, Alice was pulling into the driveway, and Dirk ran to meet her before she could accidentally find you in the house. I was carrying the syringe with the tranquilizer. I accidentally dropped it and ran back to the barn to sterilize the needle. Angie didn't know about the phone, and I was lucky enough to get the lady at the office."
Alice let the blanket fall from her shoulders, exposing her large, warm breasts. She held her arms out to the child. "We owe you a lot," she said affectionately.
"She's right, Baby," George added. "How can we ever repay what you've done for us here tonight?"
Debbie did not rush into the woman's outstretched arms. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest and studied the older couple. "To start off with, we can change bedrooms." Debbie restrained the impulse to laugh at the shocked expression on their faces. "Next, George, I want that mirror eliminated and that room sealed for good. I'm going to be having friends over to the house...plenty of young friends and I don't want any spying on my activities." Debbie waited until the full impact of what she had just said hit the couple.
"Debbie, I'm sure..." Alice started.
"If either of you feel my demands are too great, just let me know and I'll discuss our differences with the proper authorities," the girl said casually. "I have lots of things to ask them. like, just how long is the term for statutory rape and...oh, yess...contributing to..."
"I'm sure well get along just fine with your arrangements, Debbie," George assured her. He took his wife's hand in his and added, "We'll do anything you want, won't we?"
Alice slowly nodded her head in agreement.