Chapter 10
Some time had passed since Lillian had been fucked on the big machine. Greig had left the power on for several minutes after her climax had peaked, watching the woman jerking up and down, knocked from side to side by the power of her own orgasm and kept in place only by the those thick ropes binding her arms to the poles.
Finally the men tired of the game, Jack switching off the machine while his father unbound the woman's arms. Lillian almost regretted having those things slipped from her cunthole and shitter. Her ankles banged painfully against the warm metal casing as Greig heaved her off the fucking machine and dragged her back across the room. Susan by this time had regained full consciousness and was once more trying to haul herself off the top of the dildo pole.
"It won't work, baby. I've had taller broads give it a shot," Greig said. "Besides, we got some more shit for you cunts. You don't wanna miss it, do you?"
Susan felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over her as she stood there, staring at her uncle. More? They had done nearly everything possible to them. They had degraded them both, and in front of one another. All self-worth, all sense of place and time had been destroyed. She and her mother were nothing more than tools for their enjoyment, to be used as cruelly as possible, then thrown in the garbage.
"Oh, God!" the girl cried.
"You don't want more electricity shooting through you, do you, Susie?" Greig asked, nodding in the direction of the transformer.
Susan shook her head violently from side to side, feeling her throat tighten at his suggestion.
"Then you're gonna behave and do what we tell you to."
Susan watched helplessly as they dragged her mother by once again. Lillian kept her head down, too ashamed to face her daughter. She had brought this on them both, and now she had the guilt of secretly enjoying some of this. She liked having Greig's hands around her arms, dragging her from side to side. She enjoyed being roped, bound helplessly while he worked his will on her. It was a feeling that had taken over all her thoughts lately. And on the fucking machine, Lillian had give way to it completely. Even now, moaning and feeling half dead, the woman would have crawled to have her brother-in-law fuck her-himself, or with the fucking machine.
"In the tub."
"What?"
Greig grabbed her by the upper arms, shoving her forward so hard Lillian lost her balance and stumbled to the floor. It was so difficult to regain her balance. She felt as if all her muscles had been suddenly weakened by a palsy. Greig scooped her up from the floor and pushed her forward again. Lillian brushed the hair that had swept across her face, looking past the bench and spotting an old bathtub in the darkness. A flip of the light switch brought the tub into full focus.
"Inside. Bring Susie over here, too."
Lillian turned around, watching as Jack wrapped his powerful arms around her daughter and raised her slowly from the dildo pole. Susan's face contorted as her rubbery cunt lips shuddered over the pole. She could barely walk, her knees giving way several times as Jack helped her along. The young man let her go, laughing as the girl collapsed in a heap at her uncle's feet.
"You don't look well, baby. Must be too much fuckin' around."
"You'll pay for this," Lillian vowed, bending down to help her daughter. She held her head, brushing her fingers through the girl's hair. "It'll be all right, baby. I'll be fine, and so will you."
Susan sobbed, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, oh, no, Mother. They're gonna keep us here till we die."
"Let us go," Lillian said firmly, feeling the first feelings of resistance stirring in her. "In the tub!" Greig ordered. Susan and Lillian both rose, shakily climbing into the old bathtub and sitting down as ordered, facing one another.
"What are you going to do to us now?" Lillian asked, determined not to be surprised by anything her perverse brother-in-law did.
Greig was standing there, his hands on his hips while his son grinned sheepishly once again at his father. That look, Lillian thought to herself, meant something particularly vile was going to happen.
"Gonna show you what we think you're all about, Lillian-what I've always known women like you are-bitches, nothing but cunts and bitches who deserve this."
He was unfastening his trousers once more, opening the top button, then sliding the zipper down and exposing his prick. Unlike the last time, however, his cock was flaccid, hanging there soft against his thigh. Jack, Lillian noticed, was doing the same thing.
"We ain't had a good piss for some time now. Been drinkin' some beer upstairs, and shit, I've got a bladder full of the stuff," Jack said.
"Me too, Son. And I'd sure hate to waste this stuff in a toilet when we got two human toilets right here."
"No! No!"
Lillian started to get up. Greig reached for her wrist, his face close, his boot heels hanging against the side of the tub.
"You're hurting ... "
"When I get through with you, you'll wish for the comfort of some Goddamned prison floor."
Lillian shrank back. How could he? How those years of frustration, of wanting her, must have turned all that lust into something like this! She shuddered to think of the process.
"Stay right there ... just like that."
Greig and Jack were fondling their pricks and laughing cruelly at the cringing woman. Susan drew her hands to her chin, keeping her knees together, her feet rubbing up against her mother's naked ass. Lillian tried to give her daughter some encouraging looks. But her own fear showed in her eyes. Susan started whimpering.
"Just sit there. Don't move. You're gonna listen to us, or you'll have hell to pay," Greig said, his voice growing thicker.
Susan saw her uncle take aim at her face with his cock, Jack doing the same to her mother. A small droplet of piss squeezed to the surface of his prickhead, growing larger, then dropping to the floor of the tub. She shuddered. Another drop, and then another appeared. Then suddenly the hot yellowish stream of piss sprayed from the hole, cascading over her tummy. Susan let out a gasp as the piss splashed into her navel. "Oh, stop!"
Susan held her stomach, feeling the bile rising in her throat. She clapped one hand over her lips, pressing in hard, fighting back the desire to vomit. It was awful, vile that he was doing this to her! She saw that Jack was taking aim at her mother's face, knocking the woman's hands away from her lips and spraying her forehead and hair with his piss. The drain gurgled with the piss that had begun to pool around her ass.
Lillian shivered, blinking while her hips wriggled, trying to shake free of the hot vile droplets.
"I said don't move," Jack warned.
Lillian did her best to comply, biting her lips hard to keep from shouting out with frustration and disgust. The thin, hot spray of piss was stinging her nipples now, slicking down the deep valley between her tits. Then up it came again, hitting her throat, then moving up to her ears. She felt the piss starting to touch her chin. She raised one hand, muffling a gag that had begun deep in her belly. Jack stopped pissing at the same time his father did.
"You wanna get outta here?" Jack asked his aunt.
"Yes, yes!"
"Then you do as we say," Greig added, bending his knees slightly.
Susan looked at her mother and nodded her head. It was the only way, the only way they would get out of this alive. Sucking in a deep shuddering breath, Lillian agreed, dropping her hands from her mouth.
"We'll start again. Jack, bring over more water."
The young man hitched up his Levi's and walked over to the double sink, filling up several glasses of water and bringing them over. The father and son drank.
"Now remember, you cunts do as we say," Greig said,.
Lillian and Susan nodded their heads. Lillian stretched her legs out, her toes rubbing up against her daughter's ass. Susan still had her knees raised, clamped tightly together. She parted them reluctantly, however, the moment her uncle ordered her to. Flicking off a droplet from his prick, he rolled the fat cockhead around between his fingers, then smiled as the stream of piss began once more. Susan flinched. He was pissing on her cunt, directing the stream onto her clit, then moving it so the piss sprayed into her cunthole. The girl raised her ass from the porcelain, rubbing the outsides of her knees against the sides of the tub. "She-likes it, dad."
"This family-likes anything we throw at them."
Lillian closed her eyes and tilted her head back as ordered, opening her mouth and taking the stream of hot piss over her tongue even though she thought she would die from the internal retching. The stink spread as more and more piss filled the tub. The drain couldn't take the double spray, the foamy piss backing up and sloshing around the women's asses. Just as they were about to go dry, both men dropped their streams of piss to the women's cunts, directing the stinging spray against their clits. Susan and her mother went wild, whipping their hips, climaxing like rutting pigs in front of the men.
Jack hauled Susan from the piss-slicked tub and threw her on the floor.
"Fuck this, bitch, while I fuck your ass with my prick."
She raised her hips like an obedient slave, pointing her ass at the ceiling. She felt her cunt labia cinching around the smooth, round doorknob he shoved under her. She felt her hot cunt exploding as Jack mounted her from behind.
Susan was crying out as she straightened up sharply, gasping as that fat cock fucked into her ass. He was grunting like a beast in heat, fucking her fast, coating her ass with his slime while he slapped and pinched her tits. It was a wild, perverse fuck. Greig had just finished ass-fucking her mother.
"Damn, we gotta have these cunts over more times," Jack said, pulling his cock out of his cousin's ass.
"Lil was a hot fuck, even though her body's covered with all that piss!" Greig said.
The irony in his voice rankled the air between them. Lillian opened her mouth to speak, raising herself from the floor. Then she closd it, thinking better of the situation.
"Is there a place we can clean up?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course, upstairs. There, that's the way I like to hear a woman talk. Quietly, submissively. Son, maybe your training's helped. You'll have to come over more often for more fuck-sessions."
Lillian eyed him, then helped her daughter from the floor. The smell of the piss made her nose wrinkle, but she knew half that odor came from her own body. Susan leaned heavily against her mother.
"Yeah, a real picnic. We only used half the stuff we've got down here."
Lillian looked around the basement. A chamber of horrors! And they wanted them back? Never, never! And yet ... as she and Susan stumbled up the stairs, bracing themselves against the wall for support, Lillian knew in her heart of hearts they would be back. Something bizarre had happened here. Something had been touched in both of them that had to be touched again.
Come back? Perhaps in a week, maybe two. Or perhaps, a day.