Chapter 8
Susan entered the house and expected to see George. She had hoped that they could get their next meeting, battle over with. She had left Tammy Harrington lying under the sheet and happily telling her how much she loved her. Tammy had done quite a good job on Susan and as a result, Susan's entire body felt serenely calm.
Susan felt ready to meet with George. She wanted to get this thing over with. She was sure that she had the upper hand, she had left him a whimpering, broken man.
"George," she felt, "was mine!"
She expected that he might attempt to attack her again but she knew that she could handle him. Her words had a way of cutting him down to size and she was sure that then-power had not waned.
She eased slowly through the house. She thought that she heard the shower water running and so she loped to the bathroom. When she opened the kitchen doors she was able to make believe that everything was alright, but then she really looked and she could make out the figure of her daughter's nude flesh. She raced into the bathroom. Coming into focus was the picture of her daughter, she was lying on the tile floor, coated in soap and semen.
Susan expected the worst. "Ellen, are you alright? What happened to you?" she asked, hoping she didn't know the answer.
"Someone came into the bathroom when I was in the shower and attacked me," she said as the embarrassment of the situation welled up tears in her voice.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm O.K. But he did hurt me kind of bad." Ellen stated as she wiped the soap and scum from her eyes with the face towel that her mother offered.
"How do you mean, he hurt you?" Susan asked as she lifted her daughter from the tile floor.
"Well he raped me, mother. He was very big and I thought that he would split me in two," Ellen said, trying to say what she thought her mother would want to hear.
"When you said, he you mean that you're not sure who did this to you?"
"That's right. I had soap in my eyes and then he kept closing them for me whenever I tried to open them." Ellen confessed.
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He kept calling me names, he kept telling me that I was getting what I deserved." As those words reached her mother's ears, Susan knew who the rapist was. She reasoned that George had come back into the house and caught Ellen in the shower. Although she knew that they greatly looked like one another, she knew that her father, if sober, could tell the difference.
"So now they had both committed the cardinal sin. They had both fucked their children."
Susan reached in and turned off the water from the shower. The noise that had filled the room ceased, leaving the room with a strange and empty feeling.
Ellen gathered up her bathrobe from the back of the door and pulled it on her body. She was still wet and she welcomed her mother's assistance in drying off. She felt her mother pat away the excess drops of fluid that clung to her body and wondered who it was that had fucked her. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew that she had enjoyed the experience. She also knew that her attacker knew.
When she was satisfied that her daughter was dry, the two women left the bathroom. They entered the kitchen which Susan hadn't noticed before, was filled with fog that had drifted from the bathroom.
"It looks like London in here." she said, trying to cheer up her daughter.
"Yeah. We might have to get out our raincoats. It looks like rain to me," Ellen said, catching the warm vibes that her mother was sending her way.
"Listen dear," Susan said. "Why don't you fix yourself a cup of coffee. There's something that I have to do upstairs."
"O.K." she responded "And don't worry, I'm alright."
Satisfied that she had succeeded in calming her daughter, Susan left the room and headed for the master bedroom. She had a feeling that she knew who she would find up there.
George sat on the chair that stood beside the window.
"What's taking them so long?" he thought. "I hope that the kids don't find out about what happened."
George sat emotionless for several moments. He waited for some sign that everything was alright.
"It was one thing to set your wife straight." he convinced himself. "But you don't want your children to find out about it."
George was sure that they would understand. At least Ellen would. She knew that a women should always respect her man.
"But my son," he thought. "I'm not so sure about him."
George knew that his son was very close to his mother. Sometimes he thought that their affection was too strong. He often guarded his wife against letting Henry rely too much upon her for support. He didn't think it was healthy to have that much dependence.
"You'll turn him into a faggot." he warned, "or else a motherfucker."
George knew that the odds on that occurring were not too great, he had heard the ugly rumors that were circulating about his son at the old school. That was one of the reasons that help make his decision to move into the country easier.
That beautiful dream of country life was rapidly fleeing from him.
"At least I've straightened out Susan." he decided. "At least I've shown her who the real boss is."
His stream of thoughts was broken by the sounds of feet climbing the steps. They stopped outside the room.
This was it. Susan would be a slave to his will!
The door opened. George was shocked to see Susan standing there. It was not so much the fact that it was her, but the fact that she was totally dressed and totally dry!
"How the hell could she dry off so fast." he wondered to himself.
Susan stared at George seated in the room. She could tell by the way that he was looking at her, that he was confused by something in the way she looked.
"It had to be him." she reasoned. "Why else would he look at me like that?"
She decided to play out her hunch. She entered the room and went straight for the bed. Trying to act as calm as possible as she did this.
"Hello George." she said calmly. "I think that we have to get something settled ... " she said as she pulled away the sheets of the bed.
The effects of the alcohol that he had readily consumed plus his wife's calm attitude had George bewildered.
"Who had he fucked in the bathroom? If it wasn't Susan, then who was it?"
Susan propped up the pillow on the bed. Once her task was completed, she took the four ties that Tammy Harrington had given her and dropped them on the bed.
George, in recognizing the ties, knew immediately that Susan knew everything that he had done to their neighbor last night.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked.
Susan didn't answer. She pulled off the shirt from her back and flashed her tits at George.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Again, Susan let her actions speak for her. She sat on the bed and pulled off her shoes. Standing, she unfastened her pants and let them drop to the floor. When her panties softly landed on top of her pants, Susan lie down on the bed. Totally nude and ready for action.
"In case you're wondering," she began, "you'll be proud to know that you just balled the shit out of your daughter."
In his dazed condition, George knew that what Susan said was probably true. He couldn't believe it. He had raped his own daughter. He had stuck his creaming cock into her mouth and forced her to drink the very liquid that had brought her life in this world. Her words struck him deeply. He wondered what she wanted now.
"You might be wanting to know why I'm dressed like this, George." she said. "Well it's about time that we settled who is master here. Is it you, or is it me."
George wasn't interested at the moment. He kept on thinking about Ellen.
"Well, George, I've brought the ropes that you used on Tammy last night. That's right, I know everything." she laughed. "She told me while I was sucking her cunt."
"So that was the game that she was playing." George thought to himself as the visions of Ellen's violation vanished from his mind.
"Here is the proposition that I have for you; you can tie me up."
George looked puzzled at her offer.
"That's right, sweet meat. You can tie me up, just like you did yesterday to me and Tammy, and you can try to fuck the shit out of me." She looked straight into him with her flaming optics. "But I'll bet that you can't make me come." she wagered.
George felt his meat growing with passion as the full impact of the wager formed in his brain.
"So you're saying that if I can make you submit to me, then I will be your master?"
"That's right. You can tie me and take me, but if you can't make me come before you, then you'll be my slave."
"But what about what I did to Ellen?" George asked, thinking about his fucking Susan so soon after he creamed her quim.
"Don't worry about her, you didn't hurt her." opening her eyes at the thought of what might really be on his mind. "Unless that's not what you're worried about."
"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well that she was on to him.
"Well George, maybe your worried that you can't get it up again so soon." she said with a smile. "What's the matter, can you only fuck the young ones?" she teased.
George could feel his pride swelling with his cock, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He looked directly at her as Susan spread her legs to give him a total view of his target.
"Oh baby, I'm going to give you the fucking of your fucking life!" he thought to himself as his eyes fixed on her wet hole.
Susan lashed the ties that had been used so well on her friend, around each of the posts of the bed. She watched as George pulled off his pants, waving his almost erect cock at her.
"I suggest that you lock the door, George." Susan offered. "Unless you want your daughter to come in on you."
George knew that she had that remark aim directly at his cock, but it landed limply, having no effect on his piercing point. He locked the door and turned to his wife.
"If this is the game that you want to play," he said to her, "then I'm the one to play it!"
Susan prepared herself for the worst. She knew that in his alcoholic state, he wouldn't have much time for fore play. He would be ramming her cunt the same way that he had reamed her ass the other day.
She took a deep breath as George tied her feet to the posts. He looked directly at her cunt as he stood away from the bed.
"That's the only part of you that I'll have a use for." he thought to himself as his mind advanced to thoughts of entering her.
George walked over to the side of the bed and tied up her right arm to the post. As he crossed over her to fasten her other arm, his pointed prick massaged the tip of her lips.
"Must not let her get me," he thought.
George did not want her to get her mouth on his shaft and drive him to come now. No, he would come after he heard her mocking voice turn to pants and she begged him to come.
After her left arm was fastened, Susan was ready to meet his cock. The battle was just beginning.
George looked down at the warrior that he was about to face. In a military sense, she was armed with the maximum armament that any one man could handle. He forgot his purpose, he forgot how much of their relationship had changed, as he took a long look at her perfect body.
She had a full, firm chest which lead down to her small waist. Her hips outlined the perfect curves that she possessed. Her long legs lead down to her small, petite feet. She was the closest thing to perfection that he knew and now she was his enemy.
Susan expected him to plunge down on top of her but for some reason, he was staring at her. She could see his eyes roam over her entire topography. He was studying her. For the first time since he had tied her hands, she knew that she might have made a mistake. He was free to do whatever he wanted and she couldn't do a thing about it.
George coolly walked to the huge peacock feathers that Susan had thought looked so nice by their bed.
"You can fan me like I was Cleopatra." she had kidded him upon the purchase.
George had other ideas about their use.
He reached in and removed two of the larger, fuller feathers. He turned to his wife.
She knew instantly what he had in mind.
"George that's not fair." she protested. "You're not supposed to use anything like that!"
George felt that the battle was beginning to turn in his favor. He no longer cared what he had done to Ellen. His only thoughts were now to make Susan beg.
He brought one of the feathers gently down upon her tits. He watched as her eyes closed against the sensation. He slowly massaged the tips of her tits with the peacock remains. He could see the effects that it was having on her.
He watched Susan's nipple's erect and he saw they reflex of her legs, shot her legs against one another. He smiled and sensed victory.
Susan felt her entire body come alive. George was working her over with those cursed feathers and she could hardly control herself. She felt the soft caress of the feather touching, smoothing on her nipple. Chills shot up and down her spine as he playfully brought the objects down to her belly. She felt crazed with desire as he moved the feathers in tiny circles, outlining the rim of her belly.
George knew that he was teasing her. He knew that using the feathers to torment her would be the best way to break her spirit. He watched her writhe under the delicate touch of the soft fingers of the feathers.
As he continued to play with her upper torso, he brought one of the feathers down to the bottoms of her feet. He remembered how ticklish her feet were and he knew how much this would help his cause.
Susan knew that she couldn't master the feeling that the feather produced upon contact with her feet. As the light touch of the peacock hairs played softly with her skin, she broke out in uncontrollable laughter.
George enjoy watching her body shake as she laughed. Her boobs quivered like jello as she shook. He knew it was only a matter of time. He moved the feather from her foot and up to her thighs.
Susan hated George for what he was doing to her. She had thought that she would be able to control with when they fucked, but he was warming her up in a totally unique manner. She couldn't take much more of the feather on her feet and she thought that he was making a strategic error as she felt him move the hairs mercifully form her feet. Her thoughts melted quickly as he moved the feathers to an even more sensitive zone.
The fingers of the feathers played with her thighs until she thought that she couldn't stand it any more. Susan felt the juices of her cunt swell up inside her. He was driving her mad and there was only one way for her to get her glorious relief.
She needed his cock!
George allowed one of his feathery friends to drop as he spread the lips of her labia with his fingers. He flicked his thumb on her swollen clit and he basked in her immediate response. She was starting to get worked up now he knew.
Susan could feel her pussy moved to the sensitive touching of her clit. Her juices were pouring out to him. She could tell by his laughter that he knew it.
She felt like a fool for devising this plan let was working so well for her husband. She felt the temperature in the room increase as beads of perspiration appeared upon her forehead. She had lost control of her senses.
"God." she thought. "Why doesn't he fuck me?"
George took his time playing with her clit. While his winged ally was assisting him with her breast. Carefully, he slid his first finger into her creamy cunt. He heard a gasp of air shoot from her mouth to greet the entrance of his bony sticks.
Susan heard her own breathing alter as she felt her husband ease another finger into her wet womb. He eased it in and out and she danced to his rhythm.
"That's right baby," he said, "follow my lead."
Susan heard his mocking tones but she needed him to continue. She felt a fourth intruder fill her twat and she tightly shut her eyes. Her cunt was tossing wildly, tensing the thin silk ties to their breaking point. Her ass bounced up and down on the bed. The sound of the stretching springs filled the room.
George eased his thumb into her until his entire fist had been swallowed up by her pussy. He let his giant fist fuck her hard, driving her to the end the her limits. He lowered his mouth to her erect pink nipples. He bit down hard on them and she moaned loudly. He bit down on them again and again, her moans had turned to soft whimpers as she was turning her points to meet his teeth.
Susan felt like he was lighting her on fire with his teeth. They gripped down tightly on her soft flesh and she saw flares of bright light shooting through her brain.
"No more. No more!" she cursed herself for crying.
He responded by only tightening his vise on her tit.
Mercifully his mouth moved off her nipple. His fist was coated in pussy juice as he began to fill her aching cunt with another two fingers.
"You're killing me." she cried.
"You love it!" he retorted.
He hadn't intended to harm her but he couldn't stop now. His cock was aching as it filled with blood, but he forced his entire second fist into her cunt. It slid in and out.
Susan felt her hot cunt filled to the brim with his long fingers. As he shifted them in and out of her pussy she begged for him to stop.
"Please George. Please!"
"What do you want, cunt? Say it, tell me what you want me to do."
"Please."
"Please what?" he egged her on. "What do you want me to do?"
Susan clenched her teeth. She couldn't let the words come out. It would have been so easy to say, "cock" but she wouldn't no matter how hard he drove her.
George continued to work her cunt with his hands. In truth, he didn't know how much longer he could keep from implanting his rod into her. It was throbbing with pain now and the odor of her sweet juices made him want to fill her cunt, even more.
He tasted the blood his mouth had. He looked down at the red liquid that ran from her right nipple. He had drawn the first blood of the battle. He forced his hands all the way into her bottomless pit. He was into her past the wrist.
Susan tried to deal with the burning passions that filled her brain. She wanted to scream and she didn't know how much more of this she could take. She pounded at him with his fists and tore at her twat. She had relaxed her muscles as much as she could but she thought that not even a horse could be this big.
Sweat ran into her eyes and tears ran down from her eyes. She was about to beg George to please put his prick into her when she felt one of his fists easing out of her. Her cunt was twitching madly as he pulled his other fist from her snatch.
George could take it no more, he had to fill her pussy, he had to personally plunge his prick into her quim and ride her to her climatic destination. He eased his two fists out slowly. He saw her lips part, as he raised his hips, pointing his harden steel rock at her hole.
Susan felt his cock digging her tunnel. She couldn't control the tears from racing from her eyes.
George felt his fullness fill her cunt. He felt her hot juices drown his rod. He closed his eyes end plunged his meat as deeply as he could.
In and out, in and out. Their sweating flesh pounded. In and out, in and out, their pounding flesh met time and again.
Susan drove her pussy to meet his shaft. She raised her hips to meet him each time he drove down on her.
George could feel his cock twitch with anticipation as it filled with come. His hard chest smacked down on her soft chest. He tried to hold back but the contracting muscles of her warm pussy begged him with their actions to ride on.
He pumped and pumped for all he was worth. He brought his lips down to meet her hungry tongue and he felt her meet him happily. They exchanged the juices of their saliva as her cunt creamed his meat.
Their mouths separated, while the two combatants gasped for air. Their moans filled the room with the sweet soundtrack of sex, as they rode each other to the breaking point.
George felt his flame begin to shoot his hot come into her pussy. The pain of the first blast made him scream. He felt his release and then another.
The explosion of his cock sent chills through her body. The force of his come ignited her own rush of sensations. She heard her own voice screaming but didn't even know it was hers. She was lost in her own climax. She was in her own world.
The cries of their joint coming filled the small room. They humped wildly and blindly, smashing their exploding organ into collision with each other. They pumped and pumped until their strength ebbed.
For what seemed like hours, George lay collapsed on top of his wife. They had both taken a long time in coming down off their heated ride. It took many moments for their breath to become regular again. George opened his eyes first. He saw that his wife's arms and legs were still fastened to the bed. He slid his cock from her hot tub of juices and he felt extreme sensitivity.
The exit of his cock caused Susan to open her eyes. She had still not totally cooled down. She saw George reaching for the ties that held her to the bed.
"George," she found herself saying. "I love you."
George felt the warmth emitting from her words. He smiled down at her.
"I love you." he said.
He began to untie her hands.
"George."
"Yes."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." he answered.
"Did you like what we did?"
"Yes."
"So did I. Somehow it was different. It felt so good." Susan stated.
"I just want to know one thing ... " George began. He really didn't know how to start.
As George was speaking, he let his hand drop from the tie. He placed it on her breast.
"Did I make you come?" he asked as Susan witnessed a smile upon his face.
"You know something, I don't remember." she said as they both began to laugh. "I guess there's only one way to find out."
"George's hand gripped the tip of her nipple. He watched as the pain in her sore tits made her wince in pain.
Susan felt the pain travel through her body. The pain sent shivers down her spine. She endured it. She found that she wanted it.
"Squeeze it tighter. Squeeze it tighter." she cried.
"You love it bitch." George screamed; getting back into his role.
He lowered his mouth onto her other boob. He bit down hard on her tit. Her mild gasp made his loins come alive. He bit down hard on her flesh. His cock was rapidly expanding as he tasted the wound that he had caused to reopen.
Susan loved what her husband was doing.
"No, don't do that!" she cried in mock terror. "I hate you!"
"You love it, bitch!" his voice filled the room.
George inched his way atop his wife's writhing flesh. He forced the full length of his manhood into her hole.
Susan's cunt was really very sore from the pounding that George just gave her that this new entrance into her vagina caused her more pain than she thought she could stand.
"I'm blacking out!" she thought.
George felt her sensitive pussy responding to his plunges. He jammed his rock hard meat into her, causing her to scream in pain.
"You love it, bitch." he repeated his trade mark. "I'll fuck you until you beg for more." he threatened.
As George pumped his iron deeply into her hole, he knew that their relationship would never be the same.