"It's like feeding time at the
zoo," thought Colleen as she watched the seething mass of men and
women pushing and jostling for a place near the front of the
"For God's sake stop pushing me
in the back!" shouted an old man at the front of the crowd. As
he turned to yell at the people behind him, an old lady, barely a
metre and a half tall, squeezed past him to reach the front of
the counter, where she had to stand on tiptoes to be able to be
seen by the people behind the counter.
"Hey lady, I was here first,"
insisted the old man.
"Just wait your turn," ordered
the tiny woman, refusing to be perturbed.
"But I was here first,"
insisted the old man.
Colleen wondered if she would
have to go through this every week. Certainly she had no
intention of jostling with the others. She would wait until the
crowd had thinned out, even if it meant waiting there all
"Look, who's next for God's
sake?" demanded a flustered teenage girl behind the
"I am," called out the little
"I was here before her,"
insisted the old man. "Look, I was here first, I haven't got
all day, you know?"
"Just shut up and wait your
turn!" ordered the tiny woman.
In a bid to stop the argument,
the teenage girl led the little old lady around the counter and
took her toward one of the interview booths.
"I was here first!" insisted
the old man. Then he rushed forward just in time to prevent a
black-haired youth from stealing his place at the front of the
* * *
"Well, everything seems to be
pretty much in order," said Allan Juchster, gazing at the small
card in his hand, and then stealing a glance at the shapely thigh
of the teenage girl, who sat across the desk from him. "I don't
see any obstacle to you receiving payments."
"Oh that's great," said
Colleen, beaming at Juchster, "I only moved away from my parents
a few months ago, and I've been staying with some friends. They
can't afford to keep me much longer, and so I'm looking around
for a place of my own, I managed to get eight weeks work from
Christmas through February, but nothing since, so I would be in
big trouble if I couldn't get the dole."
"Well, as I said, there
shouldn't be any problem," said Juchster. He smiled at her
face, and then at her small, pointed breasts, then at the expanse
of thigh, which had been revealed when, she had crossed one leg
over the other. He smiled at her face again, and then asked,
"So you're looking around for a place to stay, are
"Yes, I had to move out when my
parents objected to me leaving school. I stayed with some
friends in Glen Hartwell for a couple of weeks, but since
Christmas I've been boarding with the Bernsteins. They're a
couple who live next door to my parents, so that's a real drag,
and so I'm looking around for somewhere else."
"You can..." began Juchster,
hesitating for a moment. Then, reassured by another glance at
young breasts and smooth thighs, he continued, "You can move in
with me, if you like."
"Well, I..." began Colleen,
uncertain what to make of the proposition.
"Don't misunderstand me,"
Juchster hurried to reassure, "I am a married man, with a young
daughter about your own age, or maybe a couple of years younger.
I'm sure that you will get on like a brick house on fire.
Sonja is a little shy with strangers, but then I am sure that you
can help her to come out of her shell."
"Fine," said Colleen, half
relieved, half disappointed that Juchster's offer had turned out
to be bona fide. "But I won't be able to afford much rent, of
"That's all rights," said
Juchster. "It will be worth it, just for Sonja to have company
for a change, I hope you won't mind sharing a room with
"No, I guess not. I shared a
room with my sister before leaving home."
"Would twenty dollars a week be
too much?" he asked, then when she seemed to hesitate he hurried
to add, "of course, that would include all your meals as
"Oh yes, yes that would be
fine," said Colleen, relieved at, her own good
"Perhaps, if you're not doing
anything at lunch time, we could go over then," suggested
Juchster. "I get off work at lunch time today, so, if you don't
mind waiting around here for half an hour or so?"
"I guess not," said
"It will give you a chance to
see the house, and also to meet Sonja. She was a little under
the weather, so we kept her home from school today."
* * *
"Please make yourself at home,"
Juchster invited, leading Colleen through to the lounge
Colleen sat down upon the sofa,
and Juchster walked back to the door to the hallway.
"I'll just go and see if my
wife, Leonie, is home," Juchster said, stepping out into the
Across the room from the sofa
stood a large four-in-one unit: television, record player,
cassette deck and radio. In one corner, near the four-in-one,
stood a large shelved bookcase, of which the top shelf housed
Colleen stood and walked across
to flip through the records, "Ugh!" she said, seeing that the
records were all jazz or classical music. "Brams, Batch,
Beeth-oven," she read out aloud. "I wonder if a Beeth-oven is
what you cook a beef casserole in?" she thought and laughed to
"I'm afraid we don't have any
top forty records," said Juchster, walking up behind
Juchster handed Colleen a
glass, and she saw that he was also carrying a bottle of wine,
and a photograph album.
"My wife doesn't seem to be
home," said Juchster. He poured some wine into Colleen's glass
and said, "I thought that you might like a little drink to help
cool off a bit."
"Yes, it is a bit sticky,"
agreed Colleen, fanning herself lightly with her left
Juchster poured his own wines
took a sip, and said, "I suppose that I had better go to see that
Sonja is all right. I am surprised that Leonie has gone out,
when Sonja is unwell." He placed the bottle of wine upon a
small round stands near the bookcase, and said, "Feel free to
Juchster leant down to turn on
the television, which required him to place his wine glass on top
of the television, and then walked out of the room, still
carrying the album.
* * *
Colleen knew that she had drunk
too much; she was beginning to get a slight headache. At
seventeen, she had only been drunk twice in her life, but this
would soon be the third time.
Juchster returned to the lounge
room, and Colleen asked, "Is she all right?"
"Wonderful," said Juchster,
which sounded a little strange to Colleen, but she was too light
headed to be certain.
Juchster sat next to Colleen on
the sofa, refilled her glass from a second bottle of wine, and
then handed her the photo album, saying, "I thought that you
might like to look at some snaps of my little Sonja."
The first few pages contained
baby photos: a naked baby upon a rug, a naked baby playing with
toys, a naked baby lying upon a cot. But gradually, as Colleen
turned the pages of the album, the baby photos gave way to later
ones: a naked three-year-old blonde girl on a sofa; a naked
five-year-old lying in the middle of a king-size bed, beside her
lay a naked woman in her mid thirties; a naked nine-year-old,
sitting upon the toilet; a naked eleven-year-old, sitting in the
bath, leaning over to suck upon her father's penis, looking as
though she wanted to cry, but was afraid to do so. Finally,
Colleen was looking through photos of a young teenage girl
suffering through all kinds of sexual abuses at the hands of her
father, and also an obviously reluctant mother, who seemed as
upset as the girl was.
Colleen stared at the photos,
wondering whether she was drunker than she had thought. While
she turned the pages, Juchster calmly described each photographs
as though it were a normal family snap:
"This is Sonja taking a
shower," Juchster said. But in the photos a thirteen-year-old
girl sat in an empty bath, with her arms and feet bound. Her
eyes were tightly clenched, and her mouth was wide open, as her
father urinated straight into her mouth. "A golden-shower,"
Juchster added, laughing. In the picture, the girl looked as
though she wanted to cry, but was afraid of the yellow stream
stinging her eyes.
The pictures of the very young
girl, with very blonde hair, and the pinkest flesh she had ever
seen fascinated Colleen. She wondered whether this really was
Juchster's young daughter, or whether the whole thing was some
kind of very elaborate dirty joke.
Taking the photo album from
Colleen, and placing it upon the coffee table beside the sofa,
Juchster said, "Perhaps you would like to come and meet Sonja
"Yes, all right," agreed
Colleen. She was still unsure whether or not her eyes had been
deceiving her. She considered taking up the album again to
steal another quick look, but then decided against it.
"Come along," said Juchster,
putting an arm paternally around Colleen, to lead her out into
the hallway. Juchster led Colleen down the corridor, toward the
Colleen was more than a little
alarmed, as Juchster led her toward what appeared to be a closet
in the washhouse.
"She's in the closet?' asked
Juchster laughed for a moment,
in a way that alarmed Colleen even more, and then explained, "It
isn't a closet. It's the door to our cellar." He hesitated
for a moment, and then added, "I suppose that you could call it a
Colleen wondered why he found
that remark worthy of laughter. She asked, "Your daughter lives
in the cellar?"
"Not at all," assured Juchster.
"Her room is upstairs, almost directly overhead as a matter of
fact. But Sonja is in the cellar at the moment, awaiting our
arrival. So we mustn't keep her waiting any longer."
Colleen hesitated, reluctant to
allow herself to be led downstairs, where her voice could not be
heard from the street, should there be any need for her to call
for help. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see that
Juchster blocked her way back to the hall. So, reluctantly
Colleen took her first step into darkness, groping into thin air
with her left foot until finding the first step.
Colleen had taken three into
the darkness, when Juchster snapped on the cellar lights, making
her blink and rub her eyes, at the sudden transition from
darkness to light.
Juchster strode down the ladder
to unlock the second door at the bottom of the steps. He
ushered Colleen into the cellar, while she was still blinking,
and relocked the cellar door behind them.
When at last she could see,
Colleen was shocked at the sight that confronted her. The
cellar seemed like a vision out of a novel by the Marquis de
Sade, a vision of the torture chambers used during the
witch-hunts, or the French
Reign of Terror. A torture chamber of block and tackles;
benches; cabinets housing canes, riding crops, thumbscrews, ropes
and handcuffs. The only thing, which seemed to be missing, to
complete the vision of a mediaeval torture chamber, was the iron
maiden. Instead there was a flesh and blood maiden, Sonja, the
strawberry blonde teenager from the photos.
Sonja was suspended by her
feet, in the centre of the room. Her feet were kept
spread-eagled by a crossbar, which was shackled to her ankles,
her hands were spread-eagled by another bar, connected to chains,
which were manacled to the floor, the heads of pins, drawing
pins, and small nails protruded from her nipples, breasts, thighs
and pubic mound, the last few centimetres of a huge vibrator
protruded from her vagina, and the base of a slightly smaller
vibrator showed from her anus. She was suspended with her head
about a metre from the ground. A one and three-quarter metre
metal bar, five centimetres in diameter, the tip moulded to the
shape of a penis, stood up from the floor, immediately under
Sonja, so that the last three-quarters of a metre of metal had
entered Sonja's mouth, and travelled down her gullet.
"Sonja has been very bad
lately," said Juchster. He placed one arm firmly around
Colleen's waist, to lead her over to the centre of the
Colleen, stunned at the sight
before her, offered no resistance as she was led across the
"She refuses to study hard and
wastes her precious time mooning around boys she meets at schools
and so she must be punished," stated Juchster, as they halted
directly in front of Sonja, about a metre away.
Slowly, as Colleen watched
spellbound, Juchster reached for the vibrator between Sonja's
labia. Without a thought for the feelings of his daughter,
Juchster quickly pulled thirty centimetres of hard plastic out of
Sonja gasped, then sighed past
the metal bar, which seemed as thick as an arm in her mouth, with
relief at the loss of the offending object. Then, as Colleen
watched, Juchster raised the vibrator above his head, and for a
moment he looked vaguely like Norman Bates attacking Janet Leigh
in the shower. A resemblance that was highlighted when Juchster
plunged the vibrator downward, like a knife, stabbing the full
thirty centimetres deep into the vagina of his young
Sonja bucked and kicked, almost
choking upon the metal penis, as her sex went from completely
empty to completely full in less than a second.
Colleen watched as though in a
trance, unable to take her eyes away from Sonja, oblivious as
Juchster stripped himself naked, then began to undress
One moment Colleen was staring
at the sight of Sonja spread-eagled and dangling from the
ceiling, the next she was facing Juchster, both of them naked, as
he began clumsily trying to enter her.
Colleen struggled beneath
Juchster, as the two of them rolled about upon the cold concrete
floor. Suspended from the ceiling, Sonja watched them with
wide-eyed interest. Juchster completed a form of abortive
copulation, as Colleen's struggles caused his penis to slip out
of her vulva, spraying semen across Colleen's pubic hairs.
Throwing her over onto her stomach, Juchster said, "Perhaps you
would prefer it back here?"
"Yes, yes, do it to her, not
me!" thought Sonja. Then she flushed with guilt that she had
wished her torment onto someone else.
Juchster ruthlessly pried
Colleen's buttocks apart. Then, scooping up his own semen,
mingled with Colleen's virgin blood, from her pubic hair, he used
the fluid to anoint Colleen's anus, probing deep into her body
with an index finger. Each time the finger probed into her
body, Colleen yelped like the proverbial stuck pig, and each time
Sonja had to stifle the urge to feel pleasure at seeing someone
else being used, instead of herself.
Finally Colleen was lubricated
to Juchster's satisfaction. He placed the glans of his penis at
the rim of Colleen's anus and in one thrust passed the tight anal
While Colleen was still yelping
from the initial assault, Juchster followed through with a second
thrust, which drove most of his penis deep into Colleen's
Caught between yelps from one
assault to the next, Colleen began to shriek like a wolf baying
at the moon, thrashing and twisting beneath Juchster, trying to
buck him off. Juchster held tight to Colleen's firm breasts,
squeezing them tight like handles, mashing them against Colleen's
When Colleen finally ran out of
steam, Juchster spread-eagled her beneath him, then, in imitation
of a health buff, he closed his legs tightly together, and began
to perform a number of push-ups. Slowly at first, then
gradually faster, each push-up driving his penis to the hilt into
Colleen's anus, causing the young girl to yelp, more quietly now,
each time that she was entered.
* * *
Juchster held tight to Colleen,
gasping for air and gripping her breasts, grinding his penis deep
into her bowels as he ejaculated.
Colleen knew that the experts
say that a man only ejects about a teaspoon of semen at a time,
however, it seemed to her that Juchster had rammed a fireman's
hose up her bowels, and then had turned the tap on
Finally he finished, and
Colleen gasped as Juchster quickly pulled out of her
"Lick it!" ordered Juchster,
kneeling in front of Colleen. "Lick it clean!" Taking hold of
Colleen's hair, Juchster lowered her face toward his
shit-and-semen soiled penis.
Lying on her belly upon the
hard concrete floor, with semen seeping slowly from her raped
backside, Colleen opened her mouth and licked at the foul
offering, at first hesitantly, then with relish as she found that
the acrid taste was to her liking.
From her position, suspended
bat-like, Sonja gaped at the sight of Colleen hungrily sucking
and licking at Juchster's befouled penis, as though it were a
Juchster was equally amazed at
the sudden turn of events and for a while he knelt, watching
Colleen, spellbound. Finally he decided to try to regain the
initiative. Taking a firm hold upon Colleen's hair, Juchster
thrust his body forward, forcing his penis part of the way down
At first she struggled against
this new violation, but then, realising that she would have to
perform deep-throat fellatio, to be allowed to enjoy the tasty
morsel, Colleen submitted to the act. She opened her mouth
wider and then slipped her tongue out of her mouth to lick at the
underside of Juchster's penis.
Juchster began to thrust the
full length of his penis down Colleen's gullet, causing her to
choke a little at first at the invasion, until she gradually
became used to it. As Sonja stared wide-eyed, Colleen seemed to
be purring with delight, as Juchster screwed deep down into her
* * *
Juchster withdrew his penis
from Colleen's mouth, and ejaculated over her face, Colleen
squealed in delight and lapped the last of the creamy fluid from
Juchster led Colleen over to
Sonja, and commanded, "Kneel!" as though giving a command to a
dog. As Colleen knelt, Sonja half expected her to pant like a
Juchster released Sonja's hands
from the shackles and bar, only to retie her hands behind her
back. Then, going behind Sonja, he reached for a small handle,
which he began to crank anti-clockwise, causing Sonja to be
raised into the air, until the last of the metal penis had been
extracted from her mouth. Sonja sighed with relief, as Juchster
turned a small wheel, which moved her, still suspended, bat-like,
about a metre away from the gigantic metal phallus.
Juchster gestured for Colleen
to move across to kneel before Sonja again. "Sit, bad dog!"
thought Sonja. Then, returning to the first lever, Juchster
lowered Sonja again, until she was face to face with
"Lick her face clean!" he
instructed, and Sonja began to lap the now cold streams of semen
from Colleen's face.
Colleen shuddered, and wondered
how Sonja could keep down the creamy fluid when it was cold.
But then she imagined, correctly, that Sonja had had a lot more
experience than Colleen herself had.
"Now stand!" commanded
Juchster, and Colleen found herself nuzzling the end of the thick
vibrator, which protruded from Sonja's sex. Juchster withdrew
the plastic phallus, which clung, to Sonja's body, causing her to
gasp from a mixture of pleasure and pain, as it was
"One step forward!" ordered
Colleen stepped forward until
she stood hard up against Sonja. Colleen had never seen a
woman's sex up close before. Of course, she had seen herself
and Rosemary naked, and she had examined herself with a mirror.
But this was a brand new experience, in more ways than one.
Colleen felt that she could virtually peer deep into Sonja's
body, gazing down her vaginal orifice, like a scientist gazing
down a microscope.
Without waiting to be
instructed, Colleen reached out to grasp Sonja's sex. The pink
sex lips were very tender, and seemed to twitch to the touch, as
Colleen ran her fingers lightly upon them. There was a slight
scent of urine, but a more powerful aroma of sex.
As Colleen began to lap at
Sonja's sex, delving deep with her tongue, Sonja was again
reminded of the idea of Colleen behaving like an obedient
"Well?" demanded Juchster, and
Sonja began to lap and suck at Colleen's sex, lapping up semen,
virgin blood, and Colleen's sex juices, all at once.
Colleen gasped with pleasure,
and almost bit down into Sonja's sex, as Juchster took the
opportunity to sodomise Colleen for the second time that
* * *
Colleen sat in the middle of
the sofa, sipping from a glass of wine. On her left sat Allan
Juchster, on her right Leonie Juchster. Sonja sat on the floor
between Allan Juchster's legs, her blonde head bobbing up and
down slowly as she sucked her father's penis. All three of the
women were naked, so Colleen took the opportunity to compare
herself to the other two women.
Colleen cupped her left breast
in her right hand. She knew that her breasts were her best
features and so she started there. Her own breasts were round
and about the size of large halved oranges. Sonja's breasts
were much smaller and pointed, their incredible pink-whiteness
made them seem to cry out to be pinched or sucked. Colleen knew
that she could almost get one of Sonja's small breasts fully into
her mouth. Leonie's breasts were full, opulent, sagging, with
almost thumb-sized nipples, and saucer-like brown coronas. "If
breasts are milk bottles," thought Colleen, "as Uncle Kevin calls
them, then each of Leonie's is at least a two litre carton."
Leonie's flesh was a little lined with age, yet this took nothing
away from her mountainous breasts in Colleen's opinion. Though
they sagged a little, the huge weight unable to defy the force of
gravity, they were still very pleasing to the eye.
Allan Juchster ejaculated deep
down into Sonja's throat, moaning loudly. When he had
sufficiently recovered his breath, he said to Colleen, "You seem
deep in thought."
She started, caught a little
unawares, and then said; "I was just thinking that a starving
man, or woman, could live off each of Leonie's breasts for at
least a month."
Leonie blushed deeply, but her
husband laughed raucously.
While Sonja lapped Juchster's
penis clean, Colleen thought back to what Chris had told her
about Sonja earlier in the evening.
"I heard something tonight that
might interest you," said Colleen to Juchster.
"Oh?" said Juchster.
"From my half-brother Chris
Smith...It seems he knows Sonja."
Sonja looked up at Colleen, a
little startled, but said nothing.
"Chris Smith?" said Juchster.
"That seems to ring a bell, but then I suppose that it's a common
"Apparently you threw him off
the dole a while back," said Colleen.
"Oh, yes," said Juchster,
remembering Chris. "Now I remember. The bastard got pretty
ugly about me throwing him off!"
"Anyway, it seems he's been
taking our young friend along to the Out of Work People's Action
Group meetings, to help her to come out of her shell."
"Is that right?" asked
Juchster. He spoke calmly, yet Sonja felt as though she were
"That probably explains why she
has been such an argumentative little bitch lately," said
"I have not!" said Sonja.
"And it's none of your business who I know."
Both Allan Juchster and Colleen
looked as though they had been struck in the face. They
exchanged shocked glances, and then Juchster stood up. As he
towered over her, Sonja thought that her father was going to
strike her. She lay on her side to lean away from
Instead, Juchster reached
behind Sonja and, taking her strawberry blonde hair in his hand,
dragged Sonja to her knees.
"How dare you speak to Mistress
Colleen like that!" demanded Juchster, bending double to lower
his face toward Sonja's. She thought that he was going to spit
into her face, but instead he shouted, "How dare you address
either of us in such a manner, as though you were our equal!
You're nothing but a sex-slave, three holes and two tits for us
to fuck or abuse in any way that we care to. Mistress Colleen
must always be addressed as Mistress or Mistress Colleen! I
must be addressed as Master, or Master Allan!"
Juchster paused for a moment as
though overcome with rage, and then pointing toward Leonie, he
continued, "Her you can address as co-slut, Slut Leonie, or
"Allan!" said Leonie, shocked
at this indignity. Despite the years that she had been married
to him, she was convinced that Colleen was largely to blame.
Since Colleen had moved in with them, Leonie's husband had given
up even the pretence that everything that he did was
disciplinary, for Sonja's or occasionally -- more and more so
lately -- Leonie's own good,
"Shut up!" bellowed Juchster,
glaring at Leonie in rage.
Both Leonie and Sonja seemed
shocked by Juchster's behaviour, only Colleen recognised it for
what it was, controlled violence: part tantrum, part play
Juchster turned toward Colleen,
and said in a calm voice, "I think that both of our sex-sluts are
going to require a dose of disciplining tonight, Mistress
"Yes, Master Allan," said
Colleen. "You are right, as always."
"But first," said Juchster
releasing Sonja's hair so that she fell back onto the carpet, "I
have a little present for you,"
"A present for me, Master
Allan?" asked Colleen. She clapped her hands with joy like a
little girl surrounded by birthday presents,
"Yes, but first, let us take
the sex-sluts downstairs, then I will give you your present,
before we discipline them."
* * *
Colleen stood at the bottom of
the cellar steps, admiring herself in her present from Master
Allan. It was a dominatrix outfit: a skintight leather outfit
with removable sections over the breasts, crotch and anus. The
suit came complete with riding crop and a leather belt, which
could be removed in the event that the crop proved insufficient
for the job in hand.
"Oh thank you, Master Allan,"
said Colleen. She ran over to hug him like a little girl who
has just been given her first party dress.
"Very becoming," said Juchster,
"but I think that we should remove these." So saying he
unzipped and removed the three detachable sections, which he
threw into a corner of the room.
Then Juchster and Colleen
turned to examine Leonie and Sonja. Sonja had been tied lying
face upon a wooden bench; Leonie had been tied face down atop
Sonja, so that the two women had their faces against each other's
"Now come on girls," said
Juchster, "put your hearts into it. Or in this case, your
"Perhaps they need some
motivation?" suggested Colleen, walking over to the two women.
She lightly touched the tip of her riding crop upon Leonie's
large backside. Colleen tickled the older woman's backside for
a moment, then turned toward Juchster and asked, "May
"Be my guest," said Allan
"Suck that honey out, bitch!"
ordered Colleen slamming the riding crop hard against Leonie's
backside. The touch of the crop had an immediate effect upon
both women on the bench: Leonie began to lightly lick her
daughter's sex lips; Sonja flinched from fear of a blow passing
between Leonie's parted thighs to hit her in the face.
Colleen began to slam the crop
harder and faster against Leonie's backside, and Leonie began to
drink from her daughter's sex with more and more gusto. At
first Sonja tried to tongue her mother's sex, timing her tongue
action to each up stroke of the crop, so that she could duck her
head as much as possible beneath her mother's plump thighs, as
each blow descended.
But as the blows began to land
ever more rapidly, Sonja began to devote all of her efforts
toward watching and cowering from each blow. But as Leonie's
tongue action became more and more frantic, matching the pace of
the descending crop, Sonja was unable to concentrate on anything
but the warm feeling that was sweeping up from her crotch,
engulfing her entire body. She began to moan and groan, gasping
for breath as a climax overtook her. She savagely bit into the
plump thighs of her mother as she came.
When Sonja had recovered her
breath a bit, Colleen reached between the parted thighs, to touch
her lightly upon the cheek with the riding crop and said, "Your
Sonja needed no further urging
to begin lapping and sucking at Leonie's vagina. Leonie
ground her sex hard down against Sonja's young face, feeling
guilty as she did so as she always felt guilty. Not only guilty
about what she was doing with her own daughter, but also guilty
about how good it felt. Sonja's tongue action made Leonie
seethe with pleasure, and the juices from Sonja's sex were like
the nectar of the gods upon Leonie's tongue.
When Sonja had finished and
Leonie had recovered her breath, Colleen walked around to the
front of Leonie. Climbing up onto the bench, Colleen knelt
between Sonja's legs, and, taking hold of Leonie's head, shoved
her sex into Leonie's face.
"Now do me!" commanded
Leonie was tempted to repay
Colleen for all of the trouble that she had caused them, by
biting her hard in the vagina. But seeing Colleen's riding
crop, which she had already felt, and seeing the thick leather
belt around Colleen's waist, Leonie changed her mind and began to
lick and suck at Colleen's sex, lapping up the vaginal juices,
which were already flowing freely.
"Hey, I want a piece of that
action," said Juchster. He climbed up onto the bench so that
his penis dangled over Sonja's young face.
At first Sonja thought she
would have to pay lip service to her father again. Then she saw
Juchster grab Leonie's plump backside, press the head of his
penis against her anus, and thrust into Leonie's backside in a
Leonie bucked and gasped,
causing Colleen to writhe with pleasure from the effect of
Leonie's breath against her vagina,
Watching her mother's
violation, only centimetres above her head, Sonja felt as though
she were a dirty movie cameraman, in position for a
Leonie gasped as she was
sodomised; Juchster moaned with pleasure at the tightness of
Leonie's anus; Colleen writhed and sighed with pleasure at
Leonie's tongue actions and Sonja just lay on her back watching,
with the weight of Leonie, Colleen, and Juchster all pressing
down upon her, Sonja felt like the victim of a hit-and-run
"How about something completely
different?" said Juchster, not that he was really asking a
Leonie's feet were strapped to
the pulleys in the centre of the room, and Juchster cranked the
handle to raise her from the floor, Leonie writhed and shrieked,
unused to the strain upon her ankles. Colleen stood watching as
Leonie was lowered onto the metal dildo, which projected up from
the floor, until about fifteen, or sixteen centimetres of the
metal bar were thrust down her throat. Behind Colleen,
impervious to her mother's fate, Sonja was lapping away at
"Well, that shut her up," said
Juchster. "As the night goes on, I'll slowly lower her onto it
centimetre by centimetre...."
"Until it comes out her cunt?"
"No, I think that might be
going just a little too far," said Juchster.
"Perhaps we could lower Sonja
onto it arse-first, later on," suggested Colleen,
"That might be interesting,"
conceded Allan Juchster.
"Ouch," said Sonja, as though
she could already feel her backside being ripped apart by the
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