Chapter 8
Although there were still moments of sadness for her father, Mary fitted beautifully into her new life with the two lusty lesbians. Most of their evenings were spent at home with all three of them naked, or in bra and panties.
Sally and Joe had called themselves spanking nuts and they more than lived up to their self applied label.
Under their influence, Mary became even more dedicated to the stinging art.
Less than two weeks after her arrival, Mary returned from work one day to find Connie waiting for her. There had to be something wrong, she sensed, for the woman to make the long drive without phoning first.
"What is it, Connie?" she blurted. "What's wrong with Daddy."
"Your father is alive and well, dear. Let's go to your room. I'm sure Sally and Jo will excuse us."
"Hurry and tell me, Connie," Mary pleaded as they went to the stairs.
"There's too much to tell in a hurry, dear. It's all about your father's plans for the future."
"Isn't he still in jail?" Mary wanted to know.
"No, we were finally able to get him out on bail."
"Is he going to run away?"
"Stop asking questions now and let me do the talking, Connie said as she closed the bedroom door behind them and told Mary to sit.
"How do you feel about your mother now, dear?" Connie asked.
"I hate her. I think I'm sorry I didn't kill her that night."
"How would you feel if somebody killed her now?"
"You mean, Daddy? I'd be afraid he'd be caught."
"He isn't afraid. This incest charge will destroy his whole life, his career, everything. He had planned to commit suicide, but I talked him out of it. Now he has another plan. Since he has nothing to lose, he is going to gamble on a new future."
"Tell me, Connie. Tell me everything."
"Very well. He's hiding out now, completely out of circulation. One night soon, he's going to slip into your mother's house and kill her. He feels he owes her that and I don't blame him."
"Neither do I, but he'll be the first one the cops will go looking for when they find the body."
"Perhaps, but he's prepared for that. For one thing, he's going to make it a rape murder to divert suspicion. Under the cover of darkness, he'll slip back into hiding. I have a friend who is a magician at make up. When he's done his job, even you wouldn't recognize your father. Later, he may have plastic surgery as well."
"But he can't hide forever. What comes next?"
"Another friend, one who lives in Colombia. He can provide your father with a passport, visas, letters, the whole package, all under a new name. He and I will go to another country and work on establishing a whole new identity for him. I'm very confident it's going to work out just fine."
"But wouldn't it be easier if he didn't kill the bitch? I mean as a murder suspect he'll be worth chasing all over the world. Just for incest, they wouldn't look that hard."
"I agree, darling, but it's something he feels he has to do. With him, it's a part of the package."
"Okay, tell him he'll be doing it for me too. When can I see him?"
"I'm afraid you can't dear. He wants to see you too, but he understands it's out of the question for quite a while. He loves you very much, dear, he's always thinking of you."
That statement proved to be something less than true the following Saturday night as Norman approached his old home. Wearing a blond, crew cut wig, dirty jeans and an open shirt, he made a point of chatting with the driver of the all night bus. If, after discovery of the murder, the driver reported dropping off a man with a blond crew cut, so much the better.
His wife was a very heavy sleeper, he knew, and not even the recent turmoil could change that. He approached the side door, fitted the key in the lock and opened it quietly. The running shoes he wore permitted him to go silently to the bedroom. Light spilled from the bathroom and showed him the sleeping form of his wife.
At the sight of her, his first reaction was one of pure hatred, then came a reaction which startled him as he felt his cock rising strongly in erection. There was no way it could have been sexual arousal, so he told himself it must be excitement over the prospect of murder, the ultimate revenge.
Looking around the room he saw that, as usual, the drapes were closed tightly. On the floor beside the bed he spotted a pair of nylons. He picked one up and put it on the bed beside his wife.
Norman smiled as he took the gag from his pocket. Crouching, he took a deep breath, assured himself that he was ready to perform the act he had studied with Connie, then he moved swiftly and with smoothness which delighted him. Before Connie could wake, he was tying the gag in place.
Grabbing the nylon, he caught her flailing arms, worked with the same smoothness and then her wrists were bound tightly together. Sighing, he turned on the light and smiled down at her.
The shock and the sudden light combined to rob her of vision for a little while, then he saw her frowning until she saw beyond the wig and recognized her husband. Her eyes went wide with horror as she sensed the purpose of his visit in the dead of night.
"Yes, bitch," he told her as he opened the front of his jeans, "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to make it a rape murder. I'm going to fuck you, then I'll kill you. Are you wondering how? I'm going to use these hands to strangle you. These hands were very gentle when they fondled our daughter's lovely young tits, when they stroked her tender little cunt, and even when they spanked her beautiful bare butt. She loved to have me spank her and make the cheeks of her ass all red. She loved to have my girl friend spank her too, then they'd go down on each other and suck cunts. What a horny little angel she turned out to be, not all like you.
She's living with a pair of older lesbians now and they spank and eat cunt night and day. I wish she could be here to see me rape you, then strangle you. I know she'd love it. We often talked about how great it would be if you'd die."
He saw something besides fear in her eyes, saw that she was silently begging him to stop saying such things, that the words were torturing her, so he decided to talk some more.
"Mary was just thirteen when we began fucking. The first time, I sucked her cunt and gave her a come before I slipped my cock into her tiny little cunt. Remember how big my cock is? Here, I'll show you," he told her as he pushed his jeans and briefs down and his prick leaped out. "Imagine fitting this into the tiny little cunt of our thirteen year-old daughter. Christ, how she loves to fuck. She loves to suck it too. She really drinks my cream and drains these big balls."
Getting onto the bed, Norman reached for the front of his wife's nightie. Smiling at her, he tugged, then there was a ripping sound as the fabric gave. Slowly, he ripped it all the way down the front, then pulled it open. As she lay on her back, her tits looked soft, as he remembered them. He squeezed one, hard enough to make her wince, then he let it go, not liking the feel of it.
"Open your legs and show me your cunt," he told her, but she kept them closed tightly, something she had done well, over the years of their marriage.
Smiling, he slapped her face and brought tears to her eyes. He repeated the command and she opened her legs wide. When he told her to bend her knees up, he held out his open hand, threateningly, and she obeyed.
"So that's the cunt I'm going to fuck, is it?" he said to her. "It isn't much of a cunt. Not nearly as nice as Mary's. She has a lovely little cunt and it's tasty too. Christ, how I love to suck it and lick it. I can make her come over and over again and then after it's all wet and slippery, I feed my cock into it just a little at a time. How she loves having that tender little cunt stretched by my cock. She moans and squirms and pants for more, then I give her a slow fucking. I'll be thinking of her while I'm fucking you. She knows I'm going to kill you. She wanted to come and watch. Turn over now, your ass is more attractive than your cunt or your sour face."
She seemed anxious to turn over and lie face down. Norman took the torn nightie off and gazed at her butt. It was better than the rest of her. The cheeks were big and smooth and she had a completely hairless crack. He reached for the big ovals with both hands. The flesh was a little softer than he'd have liked, still, he told himself, they would be interesting to spank. At the thought, he checked the window and found it closed.
"I'm going to spank your butt," he told her as he stripped naked. "I'm going to take you over my lap and really make those fat cheeks burn. I'd love to use a belt on you, but I'm afraid that would leave marks. A spanking will make your butt red, but the color will go away."
Terrified, she didn't try to resist as he pulled her onto his lap and palyed with her big, white butt, squeezing and fondling the cheeks.
"I don't suppose you know what a spanking feels like," he told her as he played. "I'm sure you won't enjoy it as Mary and her lesbian friends do, but I'll enjoy it. Here comes your ass warming," he told her, then began spanking, hard, harder than he had ever spanked Mary.
Her ass colored quickly and he heard her attempts at crying which the gag effectively muffled. It was a shame, he thought, that she had to be gagged. Her crying would add so much to the pleasure of slapping her joggling ass. When he noticed a couple of small bruises on the apex of the big cheeks, he moved to her hips and thighs, knowing how it stung.
When he stopped, the backs and outsides of both her thighs were as red as the cheeks of her ass, and when he put her down on the bed, he liked the way she writhed as the sting continued to burn in her well beaten flesh.
"Get up on your hands and knees now," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you from behind so I can look at your red ass instead of the face I hate. This is the way we like best, Mary and I, especially after she's been spanked and her lovely ass is rosy red."
In that position, he saw that his wife's tits hung pendulously and looked better than usual. Reaching under her, he fondled them, but they still felt too soft so he let them go and returned his attention to her arched, red ass, rubbing it as his cock throbbed, then he moved her knees farther apart and checked her cunt.
"Good, your twat is dry," he told her. "I'll ram my cock in hard and hurt you. It would be easier if I were to wet your cunt for you, to lubricate it a little, but I want this to be an unpleasant fuck for you. I want it to hurt," he added as he guided his cock to her cunt, allowed her to feel the head right at her slit, then he gave her a hard spank on each cheek of her behind. Her body tensed as she sensed her was ready to jab it into her cunt, then he did, roughly, ramming half the length of his shaft into her with the one stroke.
"Did that hurt your cunt? I'm glad. I think I'll pull it out now and jab it to you again. Here," he said, then pulled his cock out, put it back to her slit and jabbed it in again. He did it four or five times and then his cock shone with moisture.
As he looked at her butt, he had a thought which brought a smile to his face. Parting the cheeks of her butt, he guided the head of his cock to the pink ring. He felt her catch her breath as he teased her by rubbing his cock on her hole, then he held her with his left arm and slowly pushed until the head of his cock expanded her hole and pushed into it.
Taking his time, he worked the long shaft all the way up her hole, then gave her a slow buggering, telling her how much he enjoyed fucking her up the butt and that he knew how horrible an ordeal it must be for her.
"I have to pull out now," he told her and did so.
"I've got to save my cream for your cunt so that there will be traces of it there when they find you. Think of it, bitch, I've just taken my prick out of your shit chute and I'm going to ram it up your cunt. I wonder if they'll find shit in your cunt when they examine your body."
Guiding his cock to her slit again, he pushed it in slowly, buried it, then gripped her just above the hips and pressed against the warmth of her rosy butt.
"I know you don't like getting fucked," he told her as his cock throbbed inside her, "but look on the bright side. You'll never get fucked again. In just a little while, I'm going to kiss you. After that you'll never do anything again. I should have killed you years ago, then Mary and I would have been free to have all the fun in the world."
He felt the strong churning in his loins which told him that blast off was close, so he decided to skip the talking and get on with the fucking.
Panting with excitement, he stroked his cock strongly, his belly riding her ass merrily, producing exciting sounds. When he felt the explosion building, he tightened his grip, gave her a few faster strokes, then buried his cock to the hilt and pumped a strong charge up her cunt, groaning as he pulled her ass tightly against him, draining his balls.
According to his pain, he should have killed her then, but he was enjoying it too much and wanted to prolong his joy. Pushing her down on the bed, he turned her over on her back, then crawled to her.
"Look at my cock," he told her as it dangled above her face. "It's all wet and sticky from your arsehole and your cunt. I'm going to rub it on your face, just to see if I can make you so sick you'll vomit. If you do, of course, you'll choke to death.
She tried to resist, to turn her face away from him, but he was too strong and he laughed as he rubbed his wet cock over her face, her eyes, her lips, then he caught his breath as he felt his cock stiffening in his hand.
It wasn't possible to get hard again, not so soon, he told himself, but then he saw that, possible or not, it was happening. His first thought as that he would fuck her again or bugger her, then he decided it would give him more pleasure to jerk off and shoot his semen all over her face and her tits. When he told her what he was going to do, she closed her eyes tightly. With a grunt, he slapped her face and told her to open her eyes and watch him pulling himself.
"I had to pull myself often until I began fucking Mary," he told her as he pounded his pudding. It got so that I enjoyed it more than fucking your frozen cunt. I'm really enjoying this one and it will be even better when I see my cream spurting over your face and your tits. I'm glad it's taking such a long tine to get my charge off. Christ, it's been so long since I've pulled myself that I'd forgotten how great it feels."
He went on talking to her, taunting her, keeping her fear alive and terrible as he pulled himself, then he felt the warning and told her to get ready. Seconds later, she turned her face, then the first spurt struck her on the left cheek.
The next spurt hit her closed left eye, then Norman changed his aim and drained the rest of his charge on her soft, white tits.
Before she could turn to wipe her face on the sheet, he reached for her and began smearing the sticky fluid all over her face. After that, his hands went to her tits and he smeared the semen over both of them and on her upper chest as well.
"Christ, what a mess you are," he told her. "You must feel sticky as hell, but don't worry, they'll probably clean you up before they bury you."
Feeling a need to urinate, he got off the bed to go to the bathroom, then he stopped and looked at the naked, abused woman on the bed.
"Hell, there's no need to go to the toilet to piss." he told her. "I'll just use you for a urinal. You're no good for anything else, perhaps you'll do as a piss pot. Hell, I've just had another idea, this is getting better all the time. Open your legs wide. Wait, I'll get a pillow under your butt to raise your cunt a little."
Babbling excitedly, he pushed a pillow under her, then added another, then he forced her legs wide apart and lay partly on her. Opening her cunt, he pushed the head of his cock between the lips of it, paused to savor the excitement of the act, then he released the flow and heard it hissing up into her cunt.
After a few seconds, he forced himself to stop, held the strong charge until he could kneel up, then he turned it loose again and pissed all over her belly, tits and face.
"Look at you, you filthy slut," he told her as he knelt over her, "you're full of cream and piss and shit. What a messy fucking way to die. I'm ready to kiss you now. Do you want to open your eyes and watch me do it?"
She nodded her head in the negative, opened her eyes to make a final, silent plea for her life, but she saw his hands moving slowly toward her throat and closed them tightly.
The first touch of his hands on her throat was light, then the grip tightened. After a little while, she didn't care anymore, about anything.