Chapter 4
There was a lot of tension that night at the dinner table and Fred really didn't seem to like it. He knew that Betty and Roni did not get along with each other and he had known it for the last few years.
True, he knew most of it had to do with his change of lifestyle. When he and Betty had first gotten married - a real business-like marriage of convenience - they had led a very free lifestyle, with him continuing his kind of playboy existence.
But that had all changed when Roni moved in. He had, after all, always loved his niece and he was not going to do anything to fuck up her life. He was not going to live such a free life with Roni living in the house.
After all, he had thought to himself, I don't want her to be such a whore like Betty was when I first met her.
Of course, he still liked to play his games with Betty. And since he now kept the sex confined to his bedroom, he had all the right equipment there. He had purchased a leather sling, which was kept rolled up in his closet, in case Roni walked into his room. It could be pulled out and set up in a matter of seconds.
Then there was the bottom drawer of his dresser, where he kept all of the other leather toys and even a few dildoes.
Now, as he looked at Betty and saw the way she was glaring at Roni, he had to smile just a little bit. He had fun watching women get upset about stupid things. He closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds about last night with Betty.
He had had her tied to the leather sling, each hand bound separately.
He had been fucking her ass with his prick, while ramming a big fat dildo in and out of her cunt and he had heard her groaning and pleading with him to ease up on her.
He had slapped her a few times and he had lashed her tits.
Then, when she kept on groaning, he put a leather gag in her mouth. He knew that the more she protested, the more turned-off he would be. He would not be turned off enough to lose his hard-on, but he would be turned off enough to keep him from coming for a while. And he didn't want to fuck her all night.
So shutting her up had been the right thing to do, because then he was able to lash her and not have to put up with her protests.
When he'd shot his thick load into her asshole and finally pulled himself right out of her and pulled the gag out of her mouth, she groaned. She waited until he untied her hands and then she told him what a bastard he was being.
"I thought you love being tied up and abused," he told her. "At least you did when I first met you. You and your friend ... what was her name?"
"Abby," she told him. "And yes, it's true that I did like it. But we used to do other things. You and I used to do other things. Those times when we had another girl over here, well, I liked those times. I mean, it was a change for me. There's no variety in our sex life anymore. Just me being bound."
"Do you want to tie me up?" he had asked her, knowing that even if she wanted to, he was not going to let her. He couldn't get into that.
"No," she said. "But if we could only bring in another girl, for some variety, I know that I would like it much more. I could tie her up and whip her and turn her on so that we could both get off on it. You know you'd love it."
"Yes, I know I'd love it, too," he said. "But then, we have to think about Roni."
"What do you mean, think about Roni?" she had asked him.
"I don't want her to know that something like this is going on in the house."
"Well then, let her be the other girl," Betty had told him.
"Still trying on that one, aren't you?" he'd asked her.
"Yes and I always will try to get you to do that. Because you know as well as I that you could really get into it. You know you could."
And he hadn't denied it, because he knew he could, also. Roni was turning into a stunning young lady, the spitting image of her mother, his sister-in-law. And because he had always thought that his brother married a stunning woman, he was happy to see that his niece was going to look just like her mother.
But he was not going to take any step to try and seduce Roni, even though he knew that Betty would be more than willing to take the first step.
After dinner, he and Roni watched some television in the living room. She sat on the floor and leaned against one of his legs. He stroked her hair, feeling the way he was getting turned on a little bit. But he stopped thinking about her as a sexual object and thought about her only as his loving niece.
"Did you have a nice afternoon today?" he asked her and she nodded.
"I had a few friends over and we all went swimming," she said.
"Nice. Was a pretty day for a swim today," he said. "Have fun?"
"Sure did, Uncle Fred. I love the pool and I love having my friends come over and use it. They all think this place is just super."
"I'm glad you have so much fun here," he said to her and he looked over by the hallway and saw Betty standing there.
At first she had a rather foul look on her face, but when he looked at her with some anger on his face, she started to smile. Then she licked her lips, then started to walk upstairs. It was a come-on if he ever saw one.
So he excused himself and went up to the bedroom, his bedroom, where she had made herself comfortable by stripping and lying back.
As he looked at her, he thought that she still looked as hot as she had years back, when he first hired her and her friend for the party.
He could see the way Betty was holding her cunt lips spread wide apart with the fingers on one hand. She started to wiggle her clit back and forth with her fingers from her other hand and he wanted to eat her.
So he moved his lips down on her cunt and began to suck at her clit. She moved her clit-wiggling fingers away, but kept her other fingers there to keep her cunt lips spread wide apart for him. He seemed to love it.
He started to suck on her clit as hard as he could and she began to thrust her cunt up and down against his face, feeding her cunt to him.
He moaned softly as he sucked her cream out of her and he felt the way his cock was as stiff as a rock in his pants.
He made her come twice with his skilled tongue, then stood up on the bed on his knees and walked closer to her. She pulled his zipper down and slid her hand into his pants, then pulled his cock shaft right out.
She opened her mouth and started to slide her lips all the way down his shaft, flicking her tongue back and forth along the underside. She moved her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, taking his cock head in her throat.
When he started to pull her hands up over her head, she knew that he was going to tie her and he kept his cock deep in her mouth as he was tying her wrists. The leather straps were kept tied around his bedposts.
When her wrists were bound and she was lying flat on her back on the bed, he was practically sitting on her face, with his dick pointed down at her mouth. He started to thrust up and down and she could feel the way she was choking on it.
Then, as he started to throb, he pulled his cock back.
He started to slide down her body and he slid his hand under the bed, groping for the whip he had left there from last night.
He raised it to lash her and just as he did, she moaned.
"Wait, Fred, please," she said. "Don't hit me yet. I want to tell you something."
"What?" he asked, looking at her suspiciously. "What is it?"
"I think that you don't have to worry about Roni being a virgin anymore. I think that we can have her in our bedroom, if you want to have her. You know how much I would love to tie her up and abuse her, for your pleasure. You know how much you could get off on watching me do that. You know you'd love it."
She looked at his cock, which was hard and sticking straight out. She saw the way that it started to bob up and down gently.
As it did, she could see the come drops at the slit of his cock. She wished that her hands were free, because she knew that she would be able to talk him into it for sure if she could stroke him and talk at the same time.
But because her wrists were bound, she raised her knee up a little bit and moved it against the head of his cock, rubbing her warm flesh against his cock head.
"You see, when I got back earlier than you this afternoon, I went up to my room and relaxed for a while. Then I heard Roni playing outside with her two friends. They were .all in the water, having a good time. I saw her lead them into the steam room and I know that she made it with them there."
"How do you know that?" he asked, his cock still twitching up and down.
"Because I saw her take off her bikini top before they went in after her. She kind of dangled it so they'd know she didn't have it on. Then they followed her in there. Both of them did. And when they came out of the sauna, I could see the look on their faces. Look, Fred, as an ex-whore, I know what a just-fucked look is like."
And she could not believe it when he slapped her hard across the face. He slapped her, perhaps, harder than he had ever hit her.
And though she had once gotten into being bound and abused, she was not into it as much as she used to be. That slap would have hurt like hell even if she'd been into her slave trip. Because she was not into it so much, the slap was as painful as if he would have been twisting her neck, just enough to hurt her and threaten to break it, but not enough to actually break it.
"You bastard," she said to him and he moved between her legs.
He pushed them up over her head and he started to reach for another leather strap. He tied it around only one of her ankles and tied the end of that strap to the bedpost so that her leg was bound over her head.
Then he got up and stood by one side of the bed. He started to lash her ass over and over again with his leather whip. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, because she knew that she would have all the servants and Roni up in the bedroom if she let out her scream.
Of course, for a few seconds, the idea of having Roni in the room did turn her on, because she thought that she'd be able to tie the girl up.
But then she realized that he wouldn't untie her and allow her to tie Roni up. And she did not want the girl to see her in this vulnerable position, anyway.
So she kept her mouth shut, biting into her lower lip as he lashed her ass over and over again, the leather stinging against her flesh.
"You are a real cunt, baby," he said to her. "Shit, I give you everything you could possibly want and all I ask is that you get into this kind of scene every so often. But you have to go around making up lies about my niece, in the hopes that I'll want to abuse her. I don't believe a word you said about Roni."
"But it's true," she said to him. "It's so true, Fred. Believe me."
He lashed her ass again and when she tried to press her ass down on the bed so he would not be able to hit her, she felt the leather strap cutting into her ankle even more and the pain surged through her body.
He started to rub his cock against her cunt and as he moved one hand to one of her tits, she felt his nails digging into her nipple.
Then he rammed his cock right into her cunt, with one hard thrust. She felt his crotch smashing against her buttocks and the stinging feeling stayed with her for the longest time. At least, she thought to herself, he didn't fuck my ass.
Just as she thought about that, he started to finger her ass. He hadn't even lubed his fingers up, so when he drove one into her, she felt a kind of ripping pain surging through her body and she hated the way that it felt. He moved a second finger into her and she was sure that he was doing it to punish her, for what he thought was a lie.
"I swear, I'm telling you the truth," she moaned to him. "I swear I am."
"You know that I don't believe you," he told her.
"You don't believe me, or you don't want to believe me?" she asked. "Roni is now sixteen. She's a young woman, with urges. There's no reason to believe that she's virginal. You know you want her, Fred. You just feel too much guilt about wanting her."
He slapped her more and more when she said things like that, because, he was sure, she was saying those things to anger him. She was saying those things, he thought, because this was the way she wanted to be treated.
As he kept on thrusting his cock in and out of her, she could tell that he was even starting to change his fuck style a little bit.
It was now perfectly obvious to her that he was fucking her to hurt her and not to turn her on, the way he had all those other times.
She wanted to die when she thought about it like that.
For no matter how much he might have abused her in the past (and he had done it more times than she could count), he had done it because she liked it and he knew that she got off on it and he got off on it, too.
But now, with his cock throbbing in her cunt and her leg pulled up and bound over her head, near one of her hands, causing her body to be stretched more than any one person would ever want her body to be stretched, she saw a whole different look in his eyes.
He was furious and he was working that anger out on her, hurting her and trying to hurt her even more. She started to cry a little bit.
"So, you lied then," he said, thinking that was what her tears were all about. "You are lying, aren't you? You're lying about Roni, right?"
"No," she managed to say to him. "I'm telling you the God's honest truth and if you can't deal with it, then fuck you."
"You mean, fuck you," he said. "I'm doing the fucking, you bitch."
And he rammed himself into her as hard as he could, then pulled back and slammed it into her again. Her thighs were stinging and when she looked down at what had once been lovely silky white flesh, she saw black and blue.
She began to groan and pant and beg him not to hurt her anymore and she knew that her begging was getting him off. For as she was pleading, she could feel the way his prick began to throb even harder inside of her.
She held her breath as he thrust deep into her and started to come. She could see the way the sweat was pouring off his chest and she could see the way there was red color rushing through his face. He seemed to be having trouble breathing.
When he started to pull his cock out of her, slowly but surely, she heaved a sigh of relief. She felt his hand moving toward her leather bound ankle and he started to untie her so she could pull her leg down.
Then he untied her wrists and as he rolled on one side of her body, he began to stroke her flesh more gently than he had done it before.
"Sorry I hurt you so much," he told her. "But you know how I feel about Roni and I don't like what you had to say about her."
She wanted to tell him that it was true, all over again, but she stopped herself, thinking that those words could easily set him off a second time. She just lay there and let him stroke her softly, though she hated him at that moment and hated the fact that he was touching her flesh.
She had no idea of how much time passed by, but later, she slid out of his bed and got ready to go to her own bedroom. As she passed by Roni's room, she opened the door and looked in at the sleeping black-haired girl.
Roni was sleeping in the nude, on her side, so one tit was sticking out and looking real large. Betty felt her pussy spasming.
Then, she had an idea of what she was going to do. She walked into Roni's room as quietly as she possibly could, after running to her room and getting a leather strap. While the black-haired girl slept, she pushed her onto her back, then pulled both of her arms up over her head and tied them.
She started to pull the cover down slowly and she looked at the girl's naked body. She could see how thick Roni's pubic patch was and when she looked at the girl's cunt lips, she saw how red and wet they were.
She could feel the way her mouth was watering and she moved her mouth right down to Roni's cunt and began to lick her.
"Mmmmm, Bobby," Roni began to moan and Betty was thinking that she should have brought a tape recorder with her. "MMmm, Bobby, that feels nice. MMmmmm."
She began to thrust her pussy up and down in her sleep, against Betty's tongue and Betty lapped away, enjoying the taste and the feeling of the girl getting into it. After all, now there wasn't any doubt in her mind at all.
She started to slide her fingers in and out of Roni's cunt, after pulling her tongue away and she kept her fingers together, so that they were about as thick as a cock. Roni tried to push herself down on them, as if she wanted to feel them moving deeper inside of her. As if she knew what a cock was like and wanted one.
"Mmm, you want Bobby to fuck you again, don't you?" Betty moaned softly, as she got up on her knees on the side of the bed. "You want him and his friend to fuck you again, like they did earlier this afternoon? Right? Right?"
"Mmm, yes," she moaned, as she thrust herself down on the fingers.
And then, suddenly, she opened her eyes. She glared right at Betty. She had been dreaming up until this point, but it was no dream now. Roni tried to pull her hands free, but Betty had tied them too securely.
"What are you doing?" the girl screamed out loud.
"You know that you're no virgin. You know that your boyfriends made it with you. So don't give me this 'what are you doing?' virginal shit!"
And Roni opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could. Betty started to slap her, yelling at her over and over again, telling her to confess that he had lost her virginity to her boyfriend, perhaps even a few weeks back.
"So what if I did?" she asked for a second and then she looked over at the door and started to shake her head. "You're nuts. You're crazy. I didn't do anything with my boyfriend. I never did anything with any boy yet."
"What are you talking about?" Betty asked and suddenly, she felt a hand grabbing her hair, yanking her right off the bed.
She felt Fred smashing his fist across the face and he was screaming at her.
"Betty, you're crazy. You're really crazy. How the hell could you do a thing like that to Roni? How the hell could you do something like that to her? You're crazy!"
And she looked over at that bound bitch and saw the way Roni was smiling as Fred was beating the hell out of her. And she knew she was right, too, but she couldn't talk because the more he hit her, the more her head was spinning. Until Betty finally just passed out.