Chapter 9
"Do you believe what we've just seen?" Jack asked, looking at Letitia.
"Only because I've seen it myself," she answered. "I wouldn't have believed it if someone had told me about it."
"Christ. This girl is a Little Miss Hotpants if I ever saw one. She totally lost her head on grandpa's dick. She didn't need any encouragement from us at all."
"That's the way it looked to me," agreed Letitia, remarking to herself meanwhile that grandpa obviously had something, or Nurse Mercy wouldn't have come so fast or so ecstatically.
"I wonder how she'd like to be whipped," Jack said thoughtfully, looking, at the back of the exhausted blonde nurse.
"Why don't you ask me," said Letitia. "I know how she'd like it," she giggled, remembering. She hadn't been whipped in over a month, dammit!
"Come on, be serious. I'm just suggesting it because I think things are going our way and we ought to press the point home. I still have the feeling that she's not quite broken enough. We have to use every means at our disposal."
"Yesss, darling," she agreed, coming up and kissing him open-mouthed, her hands run all over his muscular body while her huge tits mashed against him and flowed out the sides of his. chest.
"Okay, that's settled," Jack said awkwardly. When Letitia worked on him like this, he always wanted to fuck her. But they still had to work on Mercy, and there was only so much time in a day. "Anyway," he said lamely, maybe we should ask her how she feels about us at this point."
"Of course, dear. After all, we want her intentions to be honorable."
Jack scowled at her sarcasm and slapped Mercy on the buttocks. "Hey, wake up!"
The helpless girl opened her pretty blue eyes groggily. "Yes?" she asked in a sex-dazed voice.
"Letitia and I want to know how you're feeling. What about it? Are you still going to the police?"
"I ... I hate you both," the blonde nurse croaked before she could get her wits about her. She felt, uncomfortably, that grandpa's deflated and flaccid dick was slipping out of the slippery wet folds of her cunt, but there was nothing she could do to hold it. Sighing, she realized too late she had said just the wrong thing to jack. They would never let her go if she refused to play along with them. They would just keep on forcing her to fornicate ... and fornicate ... and fornicate ... and wasn't that awful?
"See, what did I tell you?" Jack said angrily. "I'm going to whip this bitch. She's got it coming!"
Letitia's eyes soured. She looked doubtful. "I don't know, Jack. Don't you do anything we'll be sorry for."
"She's going to be whipped and that's that. I've made up my mind."
"All right, Jack. Whatever you say."
"I'll go get the whip. Wait here."
"Okay."
After Jack had gone, Letitia looked at Mercy thoughtfully. The blonde was still resting, sighing, on top of grandpa's prostrate and paralyzed form, her elegant creamy back to Letitia. Her long blonde curls fell in a shining mass over two sides of her nicely rounded ass cheeks, some strands of it falling to the floor. Letitia could see her big breasts flattening out on each side of grandpa's chest -- how he must like that, she thought. Delicate fine blonde hairs straggled up between Mercy's squeezable buttocks. Letitia walked over and parted them with her hands; Mercy was too exhausted and dazed to protest. Her dominatrix could see how the hairs between her asscheeks worked their way up to the winking brown hole in the center. Jack would like to fuck that, Letty thought knowledgeably. He probably would, too. She wondered if he'd use hand cream or hair pomade for fucking her shit-hole.
"Well," said Letitia abruptly, with a. nasty slap on Mercy's meaty backside which made the tall blonde girl jump, "we'd better get you dressed for the part if Jack's going to whip you. Come on, up! Up!"
Mercy laboriously climbed off of grandpa, her huge tits wobbling. Letitia gripped one of her nipples in her fingers and gave it a hard pull. Mercy winced and tried to push her hand away, her long yellow hair flying all around her naked body. "Ow!" she cried.
"That's just a sample. Get into these things!" Letitia demanded dominatingly, flinging panties, slip, bra, garter and black nylons in her face. "And be quick about it! Jack doesn't like to be kept waiting!"
Mercy whimpered mindlessly as she put the things on. It didn't occur to her to rebel. By now 9o percent of her will to resist had been beaten out her. Not that she didn't still mean to go to the police, but the urgency of her intention had diminished to a considerable degree.
Her tender young cunt -- only recently virginal -- felt a trifle sore, but nice. Her body felt languid and at peace. It was only her soul which churned mercilessly. Was she enjoying herself or not? Had she been made happy or not, by the dreadful depravities they had forced her to commit? They had forced her to fuck. Jack had driven his enormous and thrilling cock up her hole, she had been forced to ride grandpa, his ancient and heavily veined penis reaming her mercilessly. Had she enjoyed it or not? Her body said yes .. . her soul no.
Depraved wickedness was what it was. Whatever happened, however her nerve endings screamed with joy and lust, she must remember who and what she was and forgive them nothing. She vowed to herself to remember.
"Come on, hurry!" Whack!
"Ow!" Mercy cried from Letitia's slap.
"I'm doing you a favor. If Jack comes back and finds you're not ready, he'll be madder than shit.
Get to it!" "Owl"
Actually Letitia was protecting her, by making her put on the underthings. She didn't want Mercy's flawless white skin to be marked by whatever it was Jack had in mind. They could probably dominate her and force her to love them, eventually. But if Jack marked her permanently with the whipping, no woman could ever forgive it. Nor would Letitia have expected her to.
Suddenly they heard Jack's voice call out. "Letty! Bring her upstairs!"
Letitia shrugged. Jack wanted to whip her in their own suite. That was okay with her. She shoved Mercy roughly toward the door, gripping her wrist tightly. Glancing back at grandpa, she noted with some interest that the old man's penis was stiffening again. There was more to grandpa than met the eye. She resolved to come back downstairs and pull his blanket over him again.
"Coming, Jack!"
Upstairs she found that Jack had put on his riding chaps. He was the very picture of a Prussian nobleman with his monocle and riding outfit.
At his gesture, she propelled Mercy forward into the room. A twinge of jealousy assaulted her .. . Jack hadn't dressed up in his Prussian riding outfit for her in months, and she hadn't had a good whipping in over a month. She couldn't help but resent his treatment of Mercy a little. She hadn't been raped herself in the longest while.
"Well, well," she snickered sarcastically, "if our little boy isn't all dressed up in his new riding outfit."
"Yeah?" Jack looked at her. "And just what the hell's eating you?" He gave the whip just a crack sufficient to flick Mercy's tender young ass.
"Ow! Oh, don't whip me! Please!" The helpless blonde love-slave cringed and backed away.
Letitia said crossly, "What's eating me, Jack-o-rooney, is that you're giving this sweet piece of blonde fluff more attention in one day than you've given me in half a year."
"Oh, you're full of shit." Crack! Jack had so mastered his whip over the years that he was able to whip his women without leaving a mark. His flicks at Mercy had their desired effect, though. The tall. big-titted blonde squealed with fear, her huge breasts bumping up and back within the tightly fitting bra, her enormous nipples flopping through its center holes. She jumped back and cowered in a corner of the bedroom.
"I'll bet you've got a hard-on right this minute," Letitia said, suddenly coming over to Jack and gripping the bump of his penis through his riding trousers. "Aha, just as I thought!" she exclaimed.
"So I've got a hard-on. So what? Just what the fuck does that prove?" Flick! The whip snaked out and caught Mercy on her left hip, making her cringe, jump and whimper.
"It proves this is all a gag, you son of a bitch!" Letitia screamed, swinging on him. "You've just wanted to fuck her from the first! You used that business with grandpa as an excuse!"
Jack caught her wrist in midair to break her swing, and flung her backwards. His eyes darted towards the terrified blonde nurse, still cowering in fear. Things seemed to be getting out of hand. If they didn't dominate Nurse Mercy soon, he was going to be in serious trouble. So they both would be, after all they'd done. And here was Letitia kicking up a terrific fuss at such a crucial moment. She had to be out of her fucking mind.
He flashed the whip again! Mercy jumped all over the place, trying to get away from it. But it was no use. And this time the forked tip caused a little tear in her dainty white slip.
"I want to see you prance like a horse, you bitch! Come on, make like a mare going through her paces," he said, ignoring Letitia for the time being. "Come on. I said prance like a fucking horse!" Crack!
Quivering with terror, the voluptuous young ,,blonde needed no further urging. Mercy's independence was so demolished that she hurried to do his bidding, whatever it was. So she stried to dance as if she were a horse on hind, legs, hoofing the air.
"That's better. Now let's hear you neigh like a horse, you bitch." Crack!
"Ow!" Mercy shrieked again as the forked tongue of the whip bit into her flimsy garments. But she immediately began neighing like a horse, hoping desperately to appease her tormentor.
Letitia snorted with disgust and walked out in a huff. There was no doubt in her mind that Jack intended to screw that young blonde bitch again, but there didn't seem any way she could prevent it. Anyway, as well shot for a sheep as for a lamb. She went downstairs in to grandpa's room.
She felt a sharp pang of guilt as she came into the room. It was still fairly gloomy and close, with the musky scent of recent sex hanging in the air like a cloud. Grandfather Winslow lay on the high bed like a sacrificial offering, completely naked and undraped. She wondered if he mightn't catch cold.
His eyes swiveled to follow her naked form. For the first time she became conscious of her nakedness and felt slightly awkward. Although of course there was nothing in the world to be awkward about. Grandpa had no voice and could not complain -- even if he wanted to. To all practical purposes, he had ceased to existed -- excepting for his dick....
She looked at the flaccid member draped across his belly. There was the gleam of dried cum in his pubic curls and across his belly. Mercy had come like a house afire, blowing out juice all over the old man's belly like carbon monoxide from a car's exhaust.
And before her eyes, grandpa's dick was hardening again. ...
Letitia blushed from the compliment. She had never been a keen champion of incest, but she couldn't deny that when she was a little girl she had always thought her grandfather to be the handsomest of men. And his penis had certainly not grown any older. ...
She was grateful that no one else was around, and very conscious of grandfather's eyes following her as she moved, concentrating on her huge pendant tits, but also taking in the opulent, Venus-like shape of her belly and the soft, thick dark triangle of curly hair under it wherein nestled her love-lips.
"You're very naughty, grandfather," she said aloud, not even sure if he could still hear her. "You're looking at my body like you want to fuck me. And that's very naughty, isn't it? Particularly as I'm your own granddaughter."
She couldn't detect any change in him ... just those eyes, those damnable eyes\moving to follow her wherever she went.
Her cuntlips were starting to drip from the raw excitement of it, she had never considered any brand of incest before, and the licentiousness of her behavior was even turning herself on. Nice girls didn't tease their grandfathers -- or admire their dicks-as she was doing.
But she couldn't seem to help herself, and as no one else would ever know, what was the harm?
The window curtains had been arranged to allow a little light in in back of grandfather, dispelling some of the eternally mausoleum-like setting. Now she moved over to the side of his high bed and pressed her belly against his inert arm.
His penis shot up as if it had been called to attention.
"Well, you are very naughty, aren't you?" she said, blushing like a schoolgirl and scarcely believing how jittery she felt inside. For a woman of her experience to have such butterflies in her stomach was distinctly unusual. Letitia couldn't remember when she had felt so obscenely excited. With grandfather like this, in such a state, it was not merely a prospect of incest, it would be. almost -- but not quite -- like fucking a corpse. And she had to confess that the prospect excited her beyond anything she would have believed possible.
"But on the other hand, I certainly owe it to please you, grandfather. You've been very good to Jack and me." She had to laugh inwardly at her own cynical rationalization. The truth of the matter was that she fancied Grandfather Winslow, had ever since she was a little girl, and that Nurse Mercy's delirious and delectable ride on his pistoning cock had turned her head just sufficiently to make her a little bolder than she would have been otherwise.
"And anyway I'm pissed off at Jack, grandpa," she said aloud. "I think he just wants to screw that tall blonde piece with the big tits, that Nurse Mercy, that cunt, and frankly I'm jealous."
Grandfather, of course, could not reply, but she sensed his sympathy -- or told herself she sensed it. Considering that, she began running her hand delicately along his dick as she jabbered on.
"You have a pretty nice cock, grandpa. I came down here originally to cover you up -- you must be dying ... excuse the expression ... of cold, and I didn't want to leave you here like this. Me and Jack got wrapped up in our own thing with that blonde cunt, the one you fucked a minute ago, and we would have just let you freeze if I hadn't remembered. But you're not so cold now, are you?" She smiled knowingly, wrapping her cool smooth hand around his hot tube of flesh.
No, he wasn't cold there at all. In fact that was one part of him which was fairly pounding with radiant energy.
The warmth in his tool was so considerable that her wraparound palm began to sweat. She wondered how he would feel if she pressed her big breasts against him as Mercy had.
A spot of clear cum appeared on the head of his dick and she stroked it off with her thumb, finding, it sticky and clinging. It elongated into a thin, clear chord like liquid plastic, stringing from the oozing little hole in the center of his cock-tip to her stuck-upon thumb.
"Oooh, grandpa," she murmured, thrilled by his response. "You're getting all sticky again. I'll have to keep you clean. But it won't be easy. I might have to lick the cum off the head of your prick in order to keep you clean. Would you mind that very much?"
As she didn't know the signals as Jack did, she had no idea what the furious movement of his eyes meant.
But she could guess, as his enormous hard-on didn't diminish one iota.
Clearly then, he wasn't offended.
Letitia giggled nervously. She was going to have to do something. Shit or get off the pot, she thought. She was greatly enjoying fondling grandpa's over heated cock and balls, but there had to be more to it than this. Her cunt was spitting cum through her black bush and splattering it all over the tops of her lusciously rounded and smooth thighs.
Now or never, she thought, her mouth filling with saliva.
And so she slowly bent her head, opened her ruby red lips, her huge tits cushioning against the old man's knobby knees, her long ebony black hair falling pleasantly across his thighs, and took his cock into her mouth ... high up into her throat ... her lips closing ardently around the lower part of his throbbing purplish cock. ...