Chapter 6
Cody came into the bedroom, hunched by the weight of Carl's heavy footlocker. He saw his mother stark-naked, shivering against the wall, hands hanging limply at her sides.
She saw Cody's gaping look and turned to face the wall, wracking sobs of shame as hot pain made it seem as if her pulsing veins had filled with boiling oil.
Simmering cunt-juice seeped from her pussy. It sheened in her dense growth of coppery cunt-hair, reeking the scent of unsatisfied female desire. Amanda could not help it, but the sharp sensations of pain and pleasure seemed much alike in her anguished mind.
Cody shook his head. His hands went slack and the heavy wooden chest full of sex toys crashed to the floor. The lid opened and Amanda sucked in a startled gasp, when she saw the things inside.
"Give me that dog collar," Cal said. Cody handed it to his older brother without saying a word. The broad leather strap was studded with chrome rivets and fitted with a buckle that could be secured by a padlock. Cal ringed his mother's neck with the wide collar and clicked the lock. A chain ran down between her lush tits.
"Now the bondage bra," Cal said. It was a studded leather harness with straps arranged to ring a woman's tits. He adjusted the half-cones to make Amanda's large tits bulge invitingly through the open ends.
She whimpered and sobbed, her tits throbbing in the constricting device. Her plump nipples swelled painfully hard and her pussy creamed as though cunt-juice was being squeezed out of her.
"Waist cincher," Cal said like a surgeon asking for instruments during a delicate operation. The waist cincher was a broad strap he circled and locked tight around her slender waist, accenting the narrow middle of Amanda's gorgeous figure even more.
A triangle of studded black leather reached down from the front of the waist cincher like the cup of an athletic supporter. Two narrow straps hung from the leather pussy-shield and buckled to the waistband behind her. Cal pulled them tight enough to put creases in Amanda's bountiful ass-cheeks and spread the natural cleft between them.
Cody looked increasingly worried. Cinched and bound in the kinky black leather devices, their mother looked sexy as hell. And she seemed to know it. Her watery eyes kept flicking to the mirror and something almost like a smile began to curve her soft lips.
The younger boy worried that his brother would not be able to resist fucking her, and the idea of incest filled his mind with revulsion.
"Now the maid's outfit!"
The outfit started with a lacy white cap which Cal perched on the top of her head. Then a short black satin skirt that barely covered the wedge of leather bound over her cunt and the straps that spread her ass-cheeks. And finally a white apron with a ruffled bib not wide enough to conceal her thrusting nipples. They peeked out at the sides of the frilly apron.
"Now don't she look sweet?" Cal asked his younger brother. "The fucking Brandons ain't the only ones who got a maid now."
Cody answered with an uneasy laugh, hoping all Cal wanted to do was shame their mother for not cooking them breakfast.
"Yeah, now let's eat. I'm starved!" He grabbed her neck chain and started to lead Amanda toward the kitchen.
Cal grinned and followed along, pausing to get something else from the open footlocker. It looked like a portable radio with a telescoping wire antenna.
In the hall, Amanda gulped and regained some of her composure.
"You can collar me like a dog," she said. "And you can dress me like a maid, but I won't be your slave. I'm still your mother!"
Cal grinned behind her and pressed a red button on his radio-like control box. Electric shocks sparked into his mother's tits and cunt. The chrome studs that ringed her protruding nipples and flanked her puffy cunt-lips were part of a remote control electronic device, like the ones used to train hunting dogs.
"Aaagghhh!" Amanda gasped as the stinging current pulsed through her tits and cunt. She staggered and felt her knees get weak. At the same time, her most tender flesh came alive with an outrageous tingle of desire.
"And I've got the power set low right now," Cody said, calmly turning up the dial on the little black box. "You wanna feel a jolt that'll knock you on your ass?"
"No!" Amanda groaned. "Please, no!"
"Good thing you remembered to say please," Cal said, briefly touching the button to give his mother another quick jolt.
"Yeeeow!" She stopped in her tracks, numbed by the pulsing current. Another second at that power setting and she would have slumped to the floor.
"Now, what's for breakfast?" Cal asked in a menacing tone.
"W-w-what would you like, dear?"
"Ham and eggs over easy," he told her.
Cody thought this was fun. "I'd rather have sausage and eggs scrambled."
"You boys decide," Amanda said sweetly.
"Today you make both," Cal said. "I want pancakes with mine."
"I'd rather have hot biscuits and gravy," Cody said just to be contrary. He really liked being able to tell his mother what to do.
They led her into the kitchen and locked the loose end of her neck chain to a pipe in back of the stove.
"Make coffee first," Cal said dropping into a chair at the kitchen table. He sat smiling, feasting his eyes on his mother's ripe body and her erotic restraints.
"I'd rather have tea," Cody said, even though he didn't like tea. "With lemon."
"We don't have a lemon," she said, trembling in anticipation of another shock.
"Our maids can't even keep the pantry supplied," Cal said, his finger poised over the red button. "What a useless bitch!"
"Cream and sugar will be okay," Cody said. He didn't want things to get too far out of hand.
"Bullshit! You want lemon, you get lemon." Cal gave his mother another brief shock.
Amanda began to squirm. The lower power setting stimulated her tits and cunt-slit like seductive caresses.
"W-w-we don't have a lemon," she said.
"Then get one," Cal said. "Walk down to the Brandons' house and ask to borrow a lemon. I'm sure their maid keeps the house better supplied."
"I can't go outside like this!" Amanda sobbed, raising her hands to her tits. Her naked, jutting nipples still tingled from the teasing mild shock.
"Yeah," Cal said. "You ain't properly dressed to visit the neighbors. You're barefoot! Get a pair of shoes. Your best black heels. Then go get a lemon!"
"Cal, this has gone far enough! I am not going anywhere in this outfit. Aaaggh! Ungh!" Her body twitched and jerked in violent spasms. "All right! I'll do what you want. I'll do anything you want!"
"That's better," Cal said, releasing the red button. Cody looked deeply troubled, but he said nothing.
Amanda walked down the road to the Brandons' big house like a zombie. She crossed her arms and covered her nipples, but could think of no other way to hide her terrible shame.
Cal had taken off her dog collar but warned her that the electronic device had a range of two miles.
"If you aren't back real soon to fix breakfast like we want, I start zapping and cranking up the dial."
She was thankful there were no cars on the road, but Amanda knew she would have to face someone when she knocked on The Brandons' door. Her anguished mind ran through all the various possibilities.
Melissa had said her father was away on business. Amanda would not have to face him, but that eased her mind only a little. The girl would be there, freshly fucked and maybe being sucked by her mother if all Cal had told her about his wicked scheme was true.
And they claimed to have fucked Mrs. Brandon. Both of them. In hideous costumes, Cal said. They chained Alicia on her knees, forced her to suck their cocks and swallow their cum, then they fucked her and filled her tor-Pi tured mind with a frightening story about Satan's cum and the blood of virgin.
Mrs. McCanlon could not believe the boys were capable of such vicious depravity. But her lush tits were bound in a bizarre leather bra and her pussy cringed in a leather cup she knew could deliver an awful shock. There had to be some truth to their awful tale. They had to have been to the Brandon house the night before, she thought.
She grew more fearful and distraught with each step she took. Amanda stopped where the Brandons' long curving driveway met the road, determined not to take another step. Cal must have been watching from the kitchen window at home. She felt a stinging shock burn across her chest from tit to tit, down to clash with jangling current that made her pussy clench and squirm somewhere between unbearable pain and outrageous desire.
Walking up the long gravel drive that curved toward the palatial country home, Amanda conjured up fearful images of a mother and daughter crazed by torture and sexual abuse.
Amanda knocked softly, glad there weren't police cars parked in front of the house. That would not have surprised her, but Alicia Brandon did when she opened the front door.
The woman was stunning, with platinum blonde hair elaborately styled, not a strand out of place. She wore a long, elegant nightgown, collared and cuffed with luxurious fur the same shade as her hair.
"Good morning," Alicia said in a smooth, sultry deep voice. "Aren't you a bit early for Halloween?"
Amanda blushed so that her cheeks burned, but her shame was off-set by a cooling rush of relief. Mrs. Brandon did not look the least little bit like a woman who had been brutally raped and tortured.
"I-I lost a bet," Amanda said. "I have to spend all day as a maid." That was all she could think of to explain her outrageous attire.
"How nice," Alicia said as though faintly amused. "Your sons won the bet, I suppose."
"Er, yes. Yes, they did." Amanda quaked at mention of them, dreading that Mrs. Brandon might say next.
"My husband has always wished we had a son to carry on the family business. You must be so proud of your boys."
"Ooooh, y-y-yes. Very proud."
"It's so much more difficult raising a girl," Alicia said. "I worry about her constantly."
"S-s-she's all right, isn't she?"
"Of course. Why do you ask?"
Amanda could think of nothing to say. Her relief was overwhelming. All Cal and Cody had told her about bondage and bizarre sez had to have been a lie. Then her tit harness and pussy-shield fired mild shocks that made her body shiver and seethe with unnatural desire.
"I-would like to borrow a lemon," Amanda said.
"A lemon? I think we have one. Come with me to the kitchen and we'll see. Things aren't quite normal in the house today, I'm afraid."
Amanda felt her blood turn cold. "Nothing serious I hope."
"Serious? It's complete chaos! Our maid quit without giving notice. She ran off sometime during the night. It's so hard to find faithful servants these days."
"I wouldn't know about that," Amanda said.
Alicia led her to a huge kitchen. Polished copper cookware that must have cost a fortune decorated the walls. A butcher block table big enough to hold a whole steer dominated the center of the room.
Amanda stood in the doorway, eyes wide with envy.
"Are lemons kept in the refrigerator?" Alicia asked. "I've never had to cook a meal. Vance has pampered me so."
Lucky you, Amanda thought. He gives you all this and you repay him by fucking with the servants when he's away.
Alicia looked in a four-door refrigerator filled with expensive foods.
"No lemons," she said with a shrug. "Be a dear and look in the pantry."
The pantry was an adjoining room stocked like a small supermarket. Amanda walked in and felt on the wall by the door for a light switch.
She blinked when the lights snapped on, startled because she had not yet found the switch.
"AAahhh," said a rumbling male voice. "You've found a new maid already, Alicia?"
Amanda's eyes fluttered, slowly adjusting to a glaring bright light beamed at her face. She saw a hulking man harnessed in studded black leather, a huge cock dangling through a stud-rimmed hole in the crotch of the outfit.
His black leather mask was molded like a human face, with sharp features and a sinister grin. He wore high black boots and gloves with flaring gauntlets-and in one hand he held a coiled whip.
"Yes," Alicia said. "For some reason those nasty little boys down the road sent her to us."
"That's only fair after what they did to you last night, darling. Dressing up in those outlandish outfits, forcing you to suck their cocks and fuck them both!"
The man strode toward her from the shadowy back of the room, letting the long braided lash uncoil from the gloved fist of his right hand.
"Ooooh, God," Amanda gasped. "Then what they said was true?"
"Yes, you luscious wench! And what exquisite torment it was! For young virgin males, your boys have wonderful imaginations. And wonderfully hot young cocks, I might add."
Alicia grabbed Mrs. McCanlon's arms from behind, wrenching them back to snap on a pair of fur-padded handcuffs. The jaws snapped tightly shut without her feeling the bite of cold steel.
Amanda's mouth gaped and her widened eyes gawked at the huge cock dangling out of the leather harness. It had to be Carl, the stableman, the brawny young giant Cal and Cody deceived and sent to fuck poor little Melissa. The spike-studded leather harness and huge cock were exactly as they had described them.
"D-d-did you fuck Melissa?" Amanda asked with shuddering concern. Thoughts of that much cock-meat plunging into a young virgin made the woman cringe.
"No," Alicia said, circling to face her fearful neighbor. "Carl whipped her, but he didn't fuck her. He lost his nerve and ran off with Hilda. Neither one of them really liked satisfying my unusual urges."
Amanda's eyes flashed back to the masked man snaking the whip back and forth on the tiled kitchen floor, then to Mrs. Brandon, who grinned like a cat teasing a mouse.
"You said Carl ran off."
"Yes, he did. And my dear husband came home."
Vance Brandon pulled off the black leather mask and stood grinning, silver-haired and distinguished.
"I share my wife's passion for unusual pleasure," Vance said. "But I never expected your sons to provide us with such a treat!"
Alicia laughed like a lewd witch. "Make her suck my cunt, Vance. I'm still dribbling cum from her sons' cocks. Young boys have so much jism! Make her lick me clean."
"Of course, darling. You know how I hate sticking my cock into another man's cum, and I do want to fuck you later today."
His arm lashed out and the long whip swirled with an ominous hiss and coiled around Amanda's ankles like a snake.
Brandon yanked his arm back. Amanda felt the coils tighten, then her legs were jerked from beneath her.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, the woman had no way to keep her balance or break her fall. She fell hard on her ass. Her breath gushed and she began to sob, pained by the straps that creased her ass-cheeks and chilled by the cold tile floor.
"On your knees, wench! My wife wants her cunt licked!"
Alicia stood over her, smiling as she opened the front of her elegant fur-trimmed nightgown.
"Cal and Cody shaved my pussy bald," she said. "So you can lick and suck me without getting hair in your mouth. Wasn't that sweet of them?"
Amanda moaned, badly shaken by the fall and the shock of the way things had turned. Cal and Cody had fucked Alicia, but she and her husband treated it like a joke!
Vance Brandon stopped chuckling when Amanda refused to lick his wife's hairless, cum-dripping cunt. He lashed the whip across her back.
"Suck it!" Vance gasped. "I know it won't be the first time you've eaten cunt. I had a talk with Melissa this morning."
"Ooooh, God! She made me do that!"
"Yes, and I'm making you do this! Those kids of yours filled my wife's cunt, and I want it clean!" He lashed hard across her back twice more.
Amanda screamed, writhing on the slick tile floor, stung by the two welts that blazed across her back and by sparking shocks from her electronic restraints. Cal was getting impatient and adding to her torment.
She struggled onto her knees, wincing and sobbing as the pulsing current fused with the burning hot pain of her welts. Alicia's shaved pussy was seeping cum. Cum glossed her sleek cunt lips and trickled down her smooth, shapely thighs.
Nerve-tingling shocks pulsed faster from her belt and bra. Amanda's seething disgust dissolved into tremors of desire. The taut braided lash struck across her back once again and she convulsed with a violent hunger.
Amanda threw her head forward and kissed Alicia's hairless cunt-slit, not caring that it dribbled the creamy, salty taste of cum, not caring that the cum came from her young sons and not caring about anything but her own need for pleasure.