Chapter 10
There was a final step to Kitty's perverted plan before she could realize complete victory. So far everything had worked out perfectly. If the final segment of the girl's plan went smoothly she would have her revenge. All she had to do now was to wait for the right moment.
To insure her final success Kitty was overly nice to her mother. It was necessary that her mother feel that her daughter was deeply grateful to her for showing her the joys of the flesh. Kitty chuckled sadistically at the prospect of what she was eventually going to do. A sudden impatience almost made her rush forward before she had completed the final preparations. Kitty regained control of herself and waited.
As a measure of added insurance Kitty slipped into her mother's room one evening and again made love to her. After they both reached powerful climaxes Kitty spent the night cuddled, naked, against her mother's warm, nude body.
With her relationship with her mother firmly cemented, Kitty was ready to implement the next phase of her twisted plan. Part of her plan was to have an orgy, at least a small one, to include herself, her mother and Peter. Kitty grinned sardonically. Now it would be her turn to show them a thing or two.
Without mentioning her plan for an orgy to her mother of Peter, Kitty waited until one evening when she knew Peter would be coming over to see her mother. Kitty had carefully prepared for this evening. She had even bought a new dress for the occasion.
Alone in her room, with her heart pounding in aroused excitement and eager anticipation, Kitty slipped into her new dress. It was a crocheted dress, with large, open loops. Beneath the dress she remained nude.
With a wide, pleased grin Kitty surveyed herself in the mirror. The new dress only served to accent her nakedness, it did nothing to hide it. Through the large, crocheted loops every detail of her body was visible, from her bright pink nipples to the soft, furry down at her groin. Kitty nodded in silent approval. Just wait until Peter saw her in this dress.
For a final touch Kitty applied a generous amount of perfume to her already streaming pussy. When she was at last ready, she went to her dresser and from under a pile of clothes in a bottom drawer she took out a magazine. She plopped down on her stomach across her bed and slowly thumbed through the magazine. The glossy pictures in the magazine were really revolting, but they were perfect for her plan. She studied each picture carefully. A broad, beaming smile formed on her lips.
In each picture the girl, or sometimes the man, was tied up or in some way restrained, while the partner beat her with a whip or large leather belt. Kitty failed to understand how anyone could be sexually aroused by such overt brutality. She tried to picture Peter beating her mother. That might be fun to watch. She wondered if such tactics would be stimulating for her mother. She doubted it. It would undoubtedly be very painful. Kitty chuckled. It would serve her mother right if Peter beat her half to death.
Kitty returned the magazine to its hiding place. She checked herself one last time in the mirror. She could hardly wait to see the reaction on Peter's face when he saw her like this. Kitty turned slowly in front of the mirror. She studied her ripe figure, so brazenly revealed by the provocative dress. Through the large loops, her stiff nipples protruded. Kitty beamed a satisfied grin. From the back the deep cleft of her bottom was plainly visible. She really might as well be stark naked, Kitty realized.
A few minutes later she heard the front doorbell ring. Kitty went to the door of her room and listened. From downstairs she heard the voices of her mother and Peter. Kitty's heart raced. This was her supreme moment. A light flutter danced in her breasts as she slowly opened the door. She tiptoed to the head of the stairs.
She sucked in her lower lip and stifled a giggle as she peered over the railing and saw Peter and her mother. They were already locked in each other's arms. Peter's hands were cupping her mother's fleshy buttocks. Low moans rolled up the stairs to Kitty's ears.
She waited a couple of minutes before going downstairs. She wanted to make sure that Peter was thoroughly aroused before he saw her. As her mother and Peter broke their passionate embrace, Kitty's mother cupped Peter's swollen crotch. She gave his prick an affectionate squeeze.
Kitty took a deep breath. It was time for her grand entrance. She glanced down at her thinly covered body. A hot, flashing desire surged in her loins. She knew she was going to enjoy this. If it all went right she would enjoy it more than anything she had done before.
A wild, burning sensation churned through her loins. Kitty walked downstairs with slow, measured steps. Peter didn't see her until she was almost to the foot of the stairs. When he did look up and see her, his mouth dropped. Kitty had to fight the urge to laugh at the silly, stunned expression on his face. For a second she glanced at her mother. Like Peter, her mother appeared equally surprised to see her young daughter approaching like a seductive nympho. Kitty forced her breasts out. She heard Peter suck in his breath sharply.
"Wow Kitty!" Peter groaned. "Where did you learn to be so sexy?"
Kitty flashed a soft, flirtatious smile and walked forward with a slow roll of her hips.
"I've been taking lessons," she purred in her sexiest voice. "You and Mother are good teachers."
Peter and her mother exchanged quick, furtive glances. Peter's hungry, lust-filled eyes darted over Kitty's almost completely exposed body. It filled the girl with a deep sense of pride to know that she could enflame a man so easily.
She walked up to Peter and slipped her arms about his waist. Her mother stood beside him, gaping openly at her sensuous, young daughter. Kitty raised up on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on Peter's lips.
"I'm glad you like my new dress, Peter," she cooed softly. "I bought it especially for you."
"You did?" he replied in a hoarse, weak tone.
Kitty nodded slowly and curled her bright, ruby lips in a warm, inviting smile. She stepped away from Peter and turned in a slow circle so he could enjoy the full, ripeness of her enticing young body. Kitty caught a quick frown of disapproval on her mother's face. She wanted to laugh as she realized her mother was jealous. This evening was going to be even more fun than she had hoped for. As they all three went into the living room, Kitty felt her mother's eyes following her. Her mother never said a word, but jealousy and envy were written all over her face. Kitty sat down on the sofa and patted a spot beside her.
"Why don't you sit down here by me, Peter," Kitty purred.
She glanced at her mother and saw a fleeting, evil stare. Peter hesitated for a moment then settled down beside the voluptuous teenager. Kitty curled against him, rubbing the softness of her breasts against his arm. Her mother sat in a chair across from them and glared in icy silence as Kitty and Peter kissed.
"Mom, I'm so glad that you and Peter taught me how to have fun. I never realized how much I was missing," Kitty said to her mother, forcing a soft smile.
"Well, you're certainly a good student, Kitty," her mother replied. "Perhaps a little too good," she added as an afterthought, under her breath.
Kitty pretended she had not heard that last remark. She continued to rub her breasts against Peter's arm. She could feel him beginning to tremble. Everything was going so perfect and it was so easy. Kitty was a little surprised.
Peter slipped his left arm about her shoulders. He drew her to him and pressed his hot lips against hers. Kitty opened her mouth and let his tongue dart inside. She moaned softly and ground her breasts against his chest. As a further enticement, to her mother, Kitty deliberately opened her thighs. She heard a faint groan from her mother.
Kitty fought hard to control the bubbling excitement inside of her. She was taking a sadistic pleasure in tormenting her mother like this. From where her mother sat, Kitty knew that she had a perfect view of her fully exposed young pussy. She wondered if her mother was looking.
Kitty's tongue darted into Peter's open mouth. She lay back in his arms and spread her thighs wider, to give her mother an even better view of her delectable cunt.
Kitty felt Peter's hands close on her breasts. She moaned and arched her breasts forward to fill his hungry, groping hands. Her own left hand dropped to his already swollen crotch. A hot tingle of excitement spun through her as she stroked the hardness of his cock through his pants. She squeezed it. Peter gave a low moan. His body jerked.
With flaming passion flowing in her veins it was difficult for Kitty to keep her plan in mind. She tried to ignore the hot, racing, excitement gnawing at her. It wasn't easy.
With her legs spread wide Kitty presented a lewd, erotic picture of lust to her mother. Her mother leaned forward in her chair. Her glazed eyes were fixed on Kitty's fully revealed pussy. Kitty fought the urge to laugh. She contented herself with kissing Peter and playing with his erect cock. She rolled her hips in a sensuous invitation to her mother.
Kitty decided that it was time to add a little more spice to the game. With a newly acquired skill, she deftly opened Peter's pants and pulled his hard cock out. For a moment she stared at the gleaming shaft in her hand. The shiny, ruby cockhead throbbed with aching desire. Kitty quietly stroked the hard shaft. Peter groaned.
With a sadistic twist of her lips, Kitty slipped from Peter's arms. She knew what she had to do, what Peter wanted her to do.
She dropped to her knees on the floor. With a trembling hand she guided his swollen prick to her open mouth. Her tongue flicked out. Peter gave a sudden cry of ecstasy as her tongue curled around the fleshy knob of his prick. Kitty licked it slowly, like an ice cream cone. Her tongue flashed from the hairy base to the shining head. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the bulbous cockhead in. Her warm lips closed about the thick shaft.
Peter's hips rose sharply. Kitty felt the hot fire of lust burning in her belly. She lowered her head, forcing more of Peter's delicious prick down her throat. She sucked lightly, letting her tongue spin around the huge prick. She had discovered that she loved doing this. It gave her a wild, delicious feeling to have a man's prick deep in her throat. She tightened her lips about the cock and let her head bob up and down slowly. Peter's body stiffened. Kitty heard him give a low moan.
On her knees between Peter's open thighs, Kitty presented a luring sight to her mother. Her short skirt had risen, leaving her asscheeks and the area between her open thighs exposed. Kitty twisted her ass provocatively.
Melissa could hardly stand it as she found herself staring with hungry, lust-filled eyes at Kitty's shamelessly displayed cleft and tiny, puckered anus. There was a loud hammering in her ears. Melissa slipped from the chair and sank to her knees behind her daughter.
With a trembling hand Melissa touched the gleaming white mounds of Kitty's buttocks. She stroked the creamy, soft flesh. Her hand dipped into the deep crevice. Her fingertips passed over the tiny anus and slipped lower to the palpitating lips of Kitty's moist pussy. Melissa cupped her hand over the fiery, female sex, feeling it pulse and grow even wetter. She sighed.
Kitty felt the hand between her legs. A sharp stab of joy filled her. It was working. Everything was going perfect. Soon she would be ready for the final moment. Kitty opened her legs wider. She felt a finger worming its way into her dripping orifice. Another finger toyed with her aching clitoris. She gave a choked groan and rammed Peter's prick deeper into her mouth. She reached inside his pants and cupped his balls. Her head bobbed up and down faster. She fondled his balls and nipped his prick with her teeth. He gave a sharp cry. His hips jerked.
"Oh God, Kitty! You sure know how to suck cock," he moaned.
Kitty glanced up at him with laughing eyes. It pleased her to know that she had learned her lessons well. The bastard would soon be sorry he had ever taught her to do this, she thought wryly.
Kitty gave a gurgling moan as she felt a feathery tongue spinning over her anus. Her mother was licking her asshole. That was all she was good for, Kitty thought as the tongue probed at her tiny, rear hole. She twisted her hips. It felt good. Ever since Peter had fucked her in the ass, Kitty had discovered that she had developed a strong fetish for sodomy.
The dancing tongue at her anus was replaced by a probing finger. Kitty held her breath as the finger was slowly eased into her rectum. She skewered her hips back. The finger pushed deep into her ass. Another hand toyed with her pussy, caressing, stroking, inflaming Kitty's already overpowering passions.
Although her body was trembling in ecstatic delight, Kitty forced herself to concentrate on Peter's cock. She did not want anything, even her own pleasure, to interfere with what she had planned.
She gorged herself on his prick, ramming it deep in her throat, twirling her tongue over the silken cockhead and letting her warm lips nibble at it. She fondled and rolled his heavy balls in her hand. She glanced up and saw the faraway look of abandon on his face.
Kitty's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. The hand between her legs was driving her insane with desire. One finger was buried deep in her ass while another toyed with her stiff, aching clitoris. Kitty tried to moan but the cock in her mouth gagged her. She twisted her head and let her eyes roll closed. It felt so good. She almost forgot her plan.
Her body floated, her head reeled. For a minute Kitty was tempted to let Peter come in her mouth. She really wanted him to do it. She wanted to taste the sweetness of his thick cream spurting down her throat. In spite of her own desires she knew that she had to stick to her plan.
Reluctantly she withdrew her mouth from Peter's cock. The shaft gleamed with the thick juices of her mouth. She turned and glanced over her shoulder. Behind her, her mother was lost in a world of hot, carnal lust. She continued to fondle Kitty's pussy and pump a finger in her ass. It was difficult for Kitty to part with, even for a moment, that maddening hand between her legs.
She finally pulled away from her mother and stood up. She glanced down and grinned. Peter and her mother were both caught in a flaming bed of passion. They would be ready for anything now.
Kitty glanced at Peter's glistening cock which stood straight up from his open pants. She looked at her mother. She was sprawled on the floor with her own hand dancing between her open thighs. A wide grin flashed across Kitty's face. A deep feeling of self-satisfaction filled her. It was time for the next step.
Kitty reached behind her back, unzipped her dress and let it fall in a loose pile around her feet. Naked, she knelt beside her mother. She pressed her hot lips to her mother's, thrusting her tongue deep into the moist, open mouth. There was a deep sigh.
Kitty cupped her mother's heaving breasts while the older woman continued to finger her own flaming pussy. It was a scene of total debauchery. Kitty unbuttoned her mother's dress. She pulled it open and slipped her hand inside. Her mother was not wearing a bra. Kitty's hand closed on the softness of her naked breasts. She cupped the heavy globes and tweaked the turgid nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Her mother moaned softly.
"Takeoff your clothes, Mother," Kitty whispered. "I want you naked, like me."
Without opening her eyes, her mother hastened to obey. She slipped the loosened dress from her shoulders. She raised her hips and pushed the dress completely off. Her panties quickly followed. Stark naked, Melissa lay back in her young daughter's enfolding arms.
"Mom, look at Peter's cock. Isn't it beautiful?" Kitty said in a dreamy tone.
Her mother eyed the fleshy shaft protruding from Peter's open pants. She nodded her head.
"Wouldn't you like to taste that sweet cock?" Kitty asked.
Again her mother nodded her head. She rose slowly to her knees and crawled forward between Peter's open legs. Kitty sat cross-legged on the floor and watched as her mother sucked Peter's fleshy dong into her mouth.
Kitty could hear the wild, slurping sounds as her mother devoured Peter's prick. Kitty grinned. So far so good.
' Kitty crept forward toward her mother. A broad, almost sadistic grin formed on her lips. She stared at the thick, fleshy buttocks of her mother and the moist cuntlips visible between her open thighs. Kitty had to make sure that her mother was thoroughly aroused before proceeding with the next step of her perverted idea.
Her hand trembled as she reached between her mother's warm thighs and touched the dampness at her crotch. The thick cuntlips throbbed as Kitty gently massaged them. She parted the thick folds of feminine flesh and wormed a finger deep into her mother's open, dripping cunt. The older woman twisted her naked hips and gave a choked moan.
Kitty pushed her finger deeper. Her thumb massaged the stiff clitoris. She felt her mother tremble in ecstatic delight. Kitty smiled and rolled her tongue over her lips.
You perverted bitch, Kitty thought, as she glanced at her mother sucking Peter's cock with eager fervor. Kitty realized that if she let herself go she could end up just as bad as her mother. She was determined not to let that happen. She would control her emotions, her physical desires. Even now, although the flames of aroused passion were burning strong in her, she forced her mind to focus only on her plan for revenge.
Kitty pushed a second finger into her mother's hot love nest. She pumped her hand slowly, letting the moist labia suck at her fingers. She leaned forward to kiss her mother's fleshy, white asscheeks. Her tongue left a moist, gleaming trail over the soft flesh. With a tight smirk and a deep chuckle in her throat, Kitty spread the heavy mounds and gazed at the brown hole of her mother's puckered anus.
A wild, sadistic impulse came over Kitty. She buried her face between the separated buttocks. Her tongue licked at the deep crevice, spinning like a teasing feather, over the small, brown hole. A loud groan rolled from her mother's sucking mouth.
With the tiny anus lubricated with her own spittle Kitty brought a sodomizing finger up and rammed it sharply into her mother's tight ass. Her mother jerked. Her entire body shook. Kitty shoved her finger hard, burying it completely in the tight, hot rectum.
In spite of the desperate urgency which gripped her own pussy, Kitty did not touch herself. It took a great deal of self control. Twice her free hand darted toward her burning love nest. Each time she caught herself and jerked her hand away. She would not give in to her body. She would control her feelings. She would prove that she could master herself. She would not let her physical needs dominate her.
Before making her next move Kitty waited until Peter's prick had erupted, filling her mother's greedy mouth with his fiery cum. While her mother eagerly sucked and swallowed the thick, male cream, Kitty brought her to a flaming peak with her hand and pumping fingers.
While her mother and Peter lay gasping for breath Kitty prepared herself for the supreme moment. At this point she had to be careful, one wrong word, one moment of indecision would spoil everything. She glanced at her mother and Peter, then stood up slowly.
Her heart pounded with a wild, racing excitement as she went to a closet where she had hidden the tools of her experiment. The raging desire in her body had combined with a thirst for vengeance which drove Kitty insane. The twisted grin on her face reflected the sadistic impulse coming over her. She picked up the objects of her vengeance and returned to the living room.
Peter and her mother were still sprawled on the sofa. Peter's limp prick hung lifeless from his pants. For a brief instant Kitty thought of biting his cock off. That would fix him better than anything else she could do. Kitty chuckled at her own aroused fury.
"I have an idea that might be a lot of fun," Kitty said, forcing a broad, sexy grin. Her mother and Peter looked up slowly. A worried frown appeared suddenly on Peter's face as he saw the rope in Kitty's hands.
"What do you plan to do with that?" he asked, glancing up at her then letting his eyes drop to the rope again.
Kitty laughed. "Don't worry," she said slowly, reassuringly. "This is intended for pleasure, not pain."
By now Kitty's mother had roused up enough to stare at her young, naked daughter. She, too, eyed the rope in Kitty's hand suspiciously.
"I was just reading about something and it sounded so good that I thought we all might try it."
"What are you talking about, Kitty? Your mother and, I don't go in for sado-masochism."
"Neither do I," Kitty replied, trying to sound calm, yet also trying to arouse Peter's interest in her idea. If she failed to do this, everything she had done would have been in vain.
"I just thought you two might like to try something different, that's all. There's no pain involved. It's very simple, really. All we do is to tie you up then tickle your body with a feather." She held up a long red feather and passed it teasingly over her naked breasts. "See, like that."
"Why is it necessary to tie anyone up. Surely you can tease with the feather without having to tie a person up," Peter remarked.
"Sure," Kitty replied. Her head was beginning to spin. She tried to picture what was coming, what she hoped was going to happen. "But it adds to the pleasurable sensations if the person being tickled with the feather can't do anything to relieve himself. It lets the pleasure build up until you think you can't stand it anymore."
Kitty's mother and Peter remained dubious. It took several minutes before Kitty was finally able to persuade them to try her idea. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as they finally agreed to her new method of sensual arousal.
Kitty's mother was the first to be tied up. Peter helped Kitty tie her mother's hands and feet securely. Kitty gave a deep, sadistic chuckle as she glanced down at her mother, laying on the floor, her hands tied securely behind her back, her wide eyes staring up at Kitty with a faint trace of fear and uncertainty. Kitty knelt beside her, and smiled.
"Don't look so scared, Mom. You'll really dig this." Kitty took the feather and trailed the tip very lightly over her mother's slowly heaving breasts.
"It tickles," Melissa giggled.
Kitty continued the slow, feathery caresses. Her mother's soft giggles soon turned to low sighs and long moans as the warm glow of desire spread through her body. Kitty trailed the tip of the feather down over her mother's quivering torso, over her trembling stomach and along the creamy insides of her open thighs. The feather was obviously having an erotic affect. Her mother's eyes were closed. Her head rolled slowly from side to side. Peter watched the spectacle with a sudden interest.
"It looks like she's really enjoying it," he commented as Melissa gave a sharp groan.
"See, I told you it would be fun," Kitty replied, with a wide, teasing grin. She tickled the tip of the feather over her mother's furry love nest. Melissa groaned and rolled her hips.
"Oh Baby! It feels so good! God! I can hardly stand it anymore."
Kitty grinned harder. She moved the feather a little faster. It was going so smoothly. All she had to do now was to get Peter tied up. From the aroused look on his face she judged that he too was just about ready to give into her suggestion. Again Kitty spun the tip of the feather in her mother's moist cleft. Melissa's hips jerked sharply.
"You want to try it now?" Kitty asked Peter. She held her breath as she waited for his answer.
For a long moment Peter stared at Melissa, twisting helplessly on the floor. Her body was bathed in a faint moistness. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. The obvious affect of the feather had made her strain against her bonds. She was gasping for breath and almost begging to be fucked. Peter finally nodded his head. Kitty beamed in silent triumph.
Kitty quickly tied Peter's hands feet. He lay beside her mother on the floor. For a minute Kitty stood over her mother and Peter. They were completely helpless now. They were at her sadistic mercy. She grinned. Now she could repay them for all that they had done to her. She chuckled softly. First a little fun, then the party would really begin.
She knelt beside Peter and slowly passed the feather over his naked body. Her ruby lips curled in a tight grin as she passed the tip of the feather along the half erect length of his cock. It jerked and began to rise. Kitty rolled her tongue over her lips. Peter trembled as the feather trailed across his chest and stomach, then down along his thighs, up around his cock and back across his belly.
"Boy, you were really right about this. It is wild," he said through clenched lips. His body jerked sharply. His prick rose to a full erection.
Kitty stared at his cock and grinned broadly. She tickled his erect prick with the feather. It jerked as she passed the feather over the bulging head. Peter moaned. His hips arched. When she finally had him to the point where he could hardly stand it anymore Kitty was ready with the final part of her plan. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
In spite of the burning desire in her own body and the desperate need she felt to impale herself on Peter's bulging prick, Kitty forced herself to concentrate only on her plan. She couldn't let her own emotions destroy what she had worked so hard to achieve.
Kitty's heart fluttered in her breasts. This was her moment. With a wide, smirking grin she tossed the feather aside. Her eyes darted from her mother to Peter. They were both so deeply aroused that they were hardly aware of anything around them. Their eyes were closed. Their bodies writhed slowly in the throes of a violently aroused ecstasy. Kitty chuckled quietly.
She took a deep breath. A tight band of excitement had her stomach tied in knots. A wild tingle spread rapidly through her entire body. Even her toes tingled. Gathering herself for the supreme event, Kitty approached her mother. She glanced down at the pathetic figure, bound hand and foot, and grinned.
Very slowly Kitty straddled her mother's body. Melissa glanced up at her as Kitty lowered herself over her mother's face. She pressed her moist, flowing pussy against her mother's face. It felt so good as a hot, flashing tongue darted out to lick at the juicy folds of her cunt.
Kitty gave a sharp gasp. She bit her lower lip. Her mother's tongue pushed into her hot little sex. She sucked at Kitty's clitoris. Kitty moaned. For a minute she almost forgot what she intended to do. It was so easy to just let herself float on the sensual cloud of pleasure which surrounded her.
Kitty rolled her hips slowly and pressed her pussy tighter against her mother's face. The older woman had her face buried in her young daughter's streaming cleft. She had abandoned herself to the wild pleasures of the flesh.
Kitty brought her whirling mind back into sharp focus. She forced herself to push aside the wild, erotic feelings sweeping through her. With a great effort of concentration she brought her mind to a single thought. She sucked her lower lip between her pearly teeth. Deep inside of her body something loosened. A great smile of triumph flashed across her face. A deep, flooding relief came over her.
There was a sudden gush, a faint hiss of flowing water. A thick, hot stream of piss shot from her pussy. Beneath her, Kitty heard her mother cough and spit then give a sharp cry. Kitty rolled her head back. Her loud laughter bounced off of the walls. The bright yellow piss splattered over her mother's face. A spreading stain formed on the rich carpet. Her mother tried vainly to twist away. Kitty held her head tight between her thighs. She pressed her spurting pussy against her mother's face.
Only when her bladder was completely drained did Kitty rise slowly from her mother's twisting body. She glanced down with an evil look of approval. Her mother's face was covered with urine. It rolled down her cheeks, covered her lips and face. Even her long hair was soaked with the foul smelling juices of Kitty's body. She coughed and sputtered and tried to rid the foul taste from her mouth. A sweet sensation of pleasure filled Kitty. She had done it. She had shown her mother, at last, what she really thought of her.
While her mother began to cry hysterically and try in vain to wipe the filth from her face, Kitty turned to Peter. It was his turn now. He looked up at her. There was a grim look on his face. He twisted and struggled against his restraining bonds. Kitty gave a deep throated laugh.
"What's wrong, Peter dear? Are you afraid I'll piss in your face too?" Kitty laughed.
"You perverted little bitch!" Peter snapped. "I'll get even with you if you do such a thing to me. Cut me loose before you go too far."
Kitty stared at him in icy silence for a long moment. She shook her head slowly.
"Don't worry, dear," she said slowly. Her voice was thick with heavy sarcasm. "I've got something much better in mind for you. I owe you a great debt, remember? You showed me what sex was all about. I was a virgin, do you remember?"
Peter nodded his head. He continued to struggle with the ropes which held his hands and feet. "Goddammit, Kitty! Untie me!"
Kitty's loud, sadistic laughter filled the room. "Go fuck yourself, you sonofabitch," she snapped.
Kitty's face was drawn. Her lips trembled in uncontrolled fury. A deep hatred filled her eyes. With a fierce determination she straddled Peter's prone body. She stood over him and felt a sudden urge to stamp her foot in his face. She slowly squatted over his heaving chest. He glared at her.
"What are you going to do?" he asked. There was a sudden hoarseness in his voice. He appeared suddenly afraid of her.
"Nothing I could do would repay you for what you've done to me," Kitty hissed. "You and this fucking bitch," she jerked her head toward her mother, "have tried so hard to make me like yourselves. Well bastard, you succeeded. Now I want to see how you like what you've made me into. I want to show you what a good pupil I've been, how well I've learned to be like you."
Peter didn't say a word. His cold eyes held on Kitty. He chuckled and twisted the left corner of his mouth.
"You've always been a little whore," he said slowly. "Only you didn't know it. We just showed you what you were really like inside. Now you don't like facing the truth, do you?" He gave a tiny laugh. "Go ahead, whore, have your fun. My turn is coming."
A deep, burning rage flared inside of Kitty. Before she realized what she was doing she brought her right hand down with full force against Peter's evil, leering face. The slap exploded in her ears. Her hand stung. She had been unsure about whether or not she could actually go through with the next part of her plan. Now, with a wildly fierce temper she knew that she could.
She carefully positioned her hips over the center of Peter's chest. Her conscience screamed against her demented intention. Every fiber in her body quivered with burning rage. She was plunging to the very depths of degradation, but it did not matter. She had to do this.
She took a deep breath and grunted. She strained her guts. At first she wasn't sure that she would really be able to do it. A sudden sense of pleasure engulfed her as she felt a faint moment in her belly. She managed a quick glance at Peter's face.
His eyes were wide in shock. He stared at her shamelessly exposed pussy and past that to the contracting, pulsing hole of her anus. He knew what she was going to do.
Kitty wanted to laugh. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes. She grunted again and was rewarded with a deep movement in her bowels. She felt her anus enlarge as a thick, dark brown sausage pushed from her body. Like a dark prick emerging from the hidden depths of her body, the thick turd curled on Peter's chest. There was a sudden plop as it disengaged from her body and fell on his chest.
"You mother-fucking little cunt," Peter screamed. "I swear I'll get even with you for this."
Now that the final part of her revenge was completed tears of relief, and at the same time of shame, flooded down Kitty's cheeks. She stood up slowly and glanced down at the filth of her body which lay in a small pile on Peter's chest. A sickening numbness gripped her stomach.
"Kitty! My God! Why are you doing this to us?" a sharp, feminine voice cried.
Kitty turned slowly to her mother. A small measure of self-control returned to her. She forced herself not to look at the defecation on Peter's body. She took a deep breath.
"Mother," she said very slowly, in a calm voice. "I did this to show you and Peter what I really think of you both. I hate you! I hate you!"
Kitty's voice rose to a sharp pitch. She saw the tears in her mother's eyes, but she felt nothing but pity. In no way was she sorry for what she had done to her own mother.
With an empty feeling in her belly, Kitty turned to leave the room. She could not stand to look at Peter and her mother. At the door she turned to face them again.
"By the way," she said in a tight voice, devoid of emotion. "In case either of you is planning anything against me, just forget it. There is one thing you both overlooked. I'm master around here now and don't you forget it. You two thought you were so smart, but you forgot one very important thing."
"What's that?" Peter asked, glaring icily at Kitty.
Kitty chuckled. "You forgot that I'm only sixteen."
"What difference does that make?" Peter replied. "Sixteen or thirty, you're still a whore and only a fair fuck."
Kitty fought back the temptation to spit in his face. She walked toward him slowly.
"For a doctor you're pretty stupid, do you know that?" she hissed sharply. "Haven't you ever heard of something called statutory rape?"
Peter's face paled.
Kitty laughed. "I thought that might make you stop and think for a minute. What do you think the authorities would do to you and mother for raping me?"
Peter was beyond answering. Kitty glanced at her mother. She, too, had paled at the thought of what might happen to her.
"That's right," Kitty continued slowly. "Since I'm still considered a minor you two would be in very serious trouble. I don't even have the right to let you fuck me, Peter. It doesn't matter if I went along willingly with you or not. It's still considered rape. You would not only go to prison but you'd lose your medical license as well. Just remember that. All it takes is one phone call from me to the police and you two are finished."
Kitty gave a loud, roaring laugh. She started for the door again. "Just remember what I said. I'm the master around here, now. You two will do exactly as I say or I'll make that phone call."
With her words still ringing in her mother's and Peter's ears, Kitty left the room.