Story description: A family is immersed in sexually deviant wickedness. Can they cope with the maelstrom of degradation forced upon them? The story continues from chapter two.
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Adding Cream to the Fire
Carol awoke and batted her lashes from the bright light beaming through the bedroom window.
Although rested, she felt expended and weak. She hadn’t eaten in over a day. Drowsily she yawned and caught movement in the mirror.
There sat the blond-braided gypsy from yesterday. The woman was naked and appeared fixated on her reflection. Carol was observant and perplexed by the woman’s action to swing and twirl a shiny locket before her eyes. The woman mumbled phrases that were deciphered as compound fragments meant to demean herself. It was as if the woman was reinforcing how diabolical she truly was. It was a strange behavior that marked the woman’s madness.
She no longer doubted the woman required psychiatric help.
The smell of frying bacon permeated the house and made her stomach growl. That turbulent rumble called the woman’s attention.
Kesha said, “It’s about time. I hope you recovered stamina for the day ahead. I saw no harm in letting you sleep, but I do admit impatience.”
Grasping the gaudy dress from off the floor at her feet, she pocketed the silver bejewel trinket and then tossed the clothing upon the dresser.
After standing, she walked seductively to the bed and said, “Unfortunately, events have taken an odd twist and I’m pushed to modify my plan. Understandably, you have no idea what I’m talking about. Although what’s happened is quite a boon, it disappoints me and leaves me confused.”
Carol became unsettled when the woman dropped down beside her and raised a weighty breast with both hands to offer a milky tipped nipple. Widening her eyes at the approaching tit, she cried, “What the fuck? You can’t expect me to…that’s disgusting.”
“Oh yes, I do anticipate it. You require feeding and I need to be emptied,” the woman said with a smile.
“Lady you’re fucking sick as shit. I’m not doing something so perverse.”
Kasha said loudly in a pitch just below a shout, “If you refuse your family suffers. For their sake, heed my warning and suckle my nip like a babe!”
That rant garnered enough attention to bring Paul to the bedroom doorway. He stood shocked and expressed a degree of horror at seeing what the woman wanted Carol to do, but on the other hand, it wasn’t new.
“Tell her, boy. Tell her I speak truth.”
Paul stuttered at first but finally said, “Carol, you have no choice. I’m so sorry…” His words trailed off into a blubbering fit and he burst into tears. The emotion showed he’d suffered trauma and inferred there was a back story that hadn’t yet been told. Unable to add further, he turned away and vanished down the hall.
Carol heatedly said, “What the hell did you do to him?”
The woman answered her question with an impish grin that gave her the creeps.
“It’s your choice, girl. Everything asked of you is a decision that has consequence. Doing as you’re told is often the lesser of two evils. Your husband experienced the result of refusal. I’ll never physically force you, but I’ll coerce you to perform by giving you an option.”
“You’re trying to humiliate me.”
Kasha laughed and then said, “Yes and no. It’s a twofold expectation. In truth, I find extreme enjoyment from demeaning you in such a manner, but you also require feeding and my leaking boob needs to be emptied. Enough with that doe-eyed stare. Place you pouty red lips upon my nipple and suck.”
Carol felt anxious. The image of Paul’s terrified expression haunted her. What was so horrendous that it would provoke such hysteria? The woman now resorted to a veiled threat to make her comply.
Something had obviously changed while she slept and that was cause for concern. Did this woman truly have the means to make it any worse? She’d thought they’d already hit the bottom. How much deeper could that woman take them? Until she had a better idea of what was going on, she couldn’t take a chance the bitch would follow through with a blind threat. After all, it was just a woman’s boob. The only reason it churned her stomach was the action she was being made perform upon it.
Reluctantly she leaned in and drew the thick elongated nipple into her mouth. She grimaced from the taste and tried to pull back.
The horrible woman had anticipated the move and had grasped the back of her head with a hand to press her mouth firmly against the meaty flesh.
“Don’t just diddle with my tit like your trying to pleasure it. Suck the damn milk. I want to hear slurping, not gagging.”
A gurgle of creamy fluid spewed out from around Carol’s mouth as she choked.
“I don’t understand you. You’ll gobble your father’s prick and swallow his jism without flinching, but sucking milk from a baby feeder disgusts you? Most people would find the reverse poker oyna more perverse. Who’s the sick one darling?”
Carol was humbled and repulsed by the deed to suckle breast milk from some stranger’s udder. It was most deplorable act she’d ever done. It sickened her and it made her feel filthy.
She disagreed with the woman. Codling her dad’s dick and swallowing his cum didn’t bother her anymore. Sexually, it turned her on. She couldn’t even explain it to herself, it just did.
The sudden tingle produced by that thought bothered her. She needed to silence the ghastly woman. The only way to shut her up would be to perform as expected. At least that’s what she hoped. Regardless, all talk about her dad needed to be avoided.
Since yesterday, thinking of the man now caused arousal. It baffled her. Her love for him hadn’t changed, but after extreme intimacy, she’d somehow fallen in love with him. She felt more like a lover than a daughter. No matter the case, she found it difficult to keep those nasty thoughts at bay.
She refused to get wet while sucking on this bitch’s tit. The woman would no doubt think she’d become excited over the act and would taunt her for it.
Now committed, she drew milk from the woman’s breast like an adult infant.
“Girl, I want you to look up at me with innocent baby eyes. Quit grimacing. I promise you’ll acquire a taste over time. No doubt, after a few days on an empty stomach, you’ll begin to look forward to feeding time.”
The morbid woman’s statement provoked illness that caused Carol’s skin to flush pale and she almost gagged.
Grasping Carol’s hand and interlocking it with her own, the woman moved it down between the young woman’s legs.
“Touch yourself, girl. Let’s change your color from white to a rosy hue. You might as well enjoy it while you feed.”
A foamy drool bubbled from around the young woman’s mouth as she mumbled out discomforted disapproval.
Placing a finger behind one of Carol’s, the gypsy shoved both between the girl’s slit. “I dare say, you’re as dry as the crusty cum on your father’s unwashed dick.”
Carol wiggled and tried to twist away. The embedded finger between her crotch was like an anchor keeping her in place.
“Hum, did daddy wear out his daughter’s little pussy? Your twat is puckered like a whore’s over-used cunt. No doubt, you’re sore from all that fucking.”
The brunette head nodded an aggressive, yes.
“Well, it’s your lucky day. I had forethought to bring a salve that’ll reduce that painful swelling. You’ll literally be tickled to know it has an added effect to produce a warming itch that’ll make you sopping wet. A woman can fuck for days with minimal abrasion and no painful side effects. If you thought your mother rambunctious, you’ve yet to see what this can do.”
Knowing her dilemma, Carol jiggled her head from side to side and spewed out burbling words along with creamy colored bubbles.
Such a thing as described would ruin any woman, especially one already open to such urges. When aroused, she now expressed a voracious craving for sex. Until yesterday, she had no clue she was like this. She’d always considered herself a cloistered prude.
It was diabolical to apply a cream that would produce such a stimulating effect. To keep a woman lubricated for incessant penetration was to make her an object for only one purpose alone. Just envisioning it was horrifying. What evil had she perpetrated against the woman that would warrant such devastation?
Kesha shouted, “Boy, get your ass in here and help me! The whore’s not docile anymore.”
Carol bit the woman’s tit and wrangled herself away. As he entered the room, she rushed to cling to him. She fearfully cried, “Paul, let’s get the hell out and get help! That bitch is a monster.”
Crimping her in a tight embrace, Paul tearfully said, “You don’t understand. She won’t let me.”
The gypsy exclaimed, “You slut, you’ll pay for that.”
Expressing pain, the older woman half-heartedly cackled as she approached.
Holding a large jar in one hand and a glob of white cream in the other, she said, “You’ve hurt me, but know this, once you’ve felt my creamy kiss your pleasurable aches will cause mine to go away.”
***
Collaring the Cougar
Carol was in torment.
This was the third time in less than two days that she’d been bound upon a bed.
Spread-eagled like a distressed damsel, Paul was made to repeatedly run a vibration wand up and down her slit. She was being forced to fuck it while feeding on a woman’s tit.
The gypsy had intentionally applied an excessive application of salve and Carol was literally frenzied from it and the vibrator. Forced to feel desire, she maddingly thrust and gyrated her pelvis in a crazed attempt to rub her pussy against the magic pleasure tool.
If this was her punishment for biting the horrid woman, she vowed to never do that again.
Under canlı poker oyna the sway of lust, she gobbled and slurped the older woman’s boobs like an eager child. As she moved her head from nipple to nipple to appease the woman, a drool of milk became smeared and coated her face with a pasty film.
Kesha had purposely made her delirious. In such a state, it allowed the woman to craft morbid scenarios of disgusting and perverse fantasy which she used to drive urges that no sane woman would ever lust for. Pushing her to commit deviant acts of sin within the confines of those dreams she forced Carol to cream and orgasm to them.
After about an hour of degrading the young woman, Kesha said, “Boy, stop. Enough punished for now.”
Plunging a finger deep into Carol’s sodden hole, the woman gave a broad grin and then said, “Lordy, girl, you’re more of a prize than I ever anticipated. You’re palpitating on my finger like you’re about to come once again. What a fucking whore you’ve become. I suspect you’ll be more cooperative after this. Yes?”
The perverted woman had one last act of humiliation left to do. Using Carol’s surging climax, she began finger fucking the young lady while shaping a new fantasy.
Excited, the gypsy said, “Oh my, you’re a nasty bitch in heat. I love watching you get off on the doggy cock. The beast is ramming you. You can’t stop grinding your pussy and milking it for its seed. Make us some pups little whore.”
Carol cried, “Oh god—no!”
“That’s it, gutter slut, fuck the little animal dick.”
Upon feeling a tremble rumble within her loins, she cried out for mercy, “Please…it’s sick…don’t make me—”
Carol couldn’t continue. Although it was an extremely morbid fantasy, she’d been brought too close to the edge and had no willpower to fight. At that instant, she had been made to perceive herself as a human bitch in heat.
She quivered and undulated while thrusting herself upon the invading finger. Even though the wand no longer plagued her, she still felt the phantom vibrations it. She’d been turned into a fuck machine without a speed control.
Now in a fevered state of mind, the visual imagery had been made vivid. She was mounted by a wild beast that repeatedly plunged into her. Like an animal, she became desperate to breed. Growling her urgency, she tightened her vagina around the thrusting digit and began milking it to spew its seed.
Caught in the moment of rapture, she was incapable of voicing distress over what she doing. Instead, she screamed her displeasure by blending it with the elation produce as she orgasmed.
Carol had thought being forced to suck milk from a woman’s bosom was horrible, but what she had just done far exceeded it. This effectively shamed her. She felt dirty and was sickened by it. She puked up milk.
“Boy, hurry, untie the disgusting dog fucker. I believe I’ve taken it a bit too far this time. Such an exhibition requires rest and a bathroom break. Clean the bitch up, but don’t allow her to hump your leg.” She laughed and then added, “I’ll check on the mother and prepare for the next event.”
When the older woman left, Paul crept over to loosen the knot on her right wrist. He hated what the evil woman had just done to his wife. He diverted his head to avoid looking at her.
Carol raised her head and lunged up to get his attention. Squinting her eyes, she whispered, “Did she take your fucking balls, Paul? Are you no longer a man? How the hell can I ever trust you after what you did.”
He was hurt by her words and his expression showed it. “You don’t know how close to the truth you are. Your words pain me more than you know. I’m sorry for what just happened to you.”
“What the hell did she do to you? Why do you do everything she says?”
“You don’t understand. I can’t stop her. You’ve seen firsthand what she’s like. She did something like that me. I still have nightmares over it. This wasn’t part of the plan. She’s addled because of what happen to your mom.”
“What are you talking about? What’s wrong with my mother?”
Untying the left wrist, he replied, “It’s not what’s wrong with her, it’s what’s not wrong with her. Somehow she’s broken the curse.”
“Your right, I don’t understand any of this. You can’t seriously believe such hogwash. That woman isn’t a gypsy and she doesn’t have magic powers. Can you not see it?”
“How else can you explain this shit? You’re not affected, but you act like some oversexed bimbo just the same. You’ve just sampled what we’ve endured. She practically has my balls in her hand and she squeezes whenever she wants something. If I don’t, she punishes me like she did to you. I’m not telling you what I’ve done. It still disgusts me to think about it. Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone react the way you just did. It was more intense than anything your mom and I experienced.”
“No thanks to you. We need help. I can’t keep going through this. My god, that horrible woman made me believe internet casino I fucked a dog and it felt real. How is that even possible? In the end, I wanted to do it and I orgasmed from it. How can any woman deal with knowing that? Paul, you need to find a way to save us. She’s twisting me into something deviant. I’m losing myself. I won’t survive.”
Struggling with the rope on her right ankle, he exclaimed, “Jesus…Carol, I know. It’s eating me up inside. I’m trapped. I can’t save anyone, including myself. I’m practically her slave until the curse or whatever is removed. I know you hate me.”
Rubbing her sore wrists, she replied, “I don’t hate you. I thought I made that clear last night. I knew something was wrong with both of you. Mom never liked you. There’s no way she’d suck dick, much less let you fuck her in the ass. I’m still trying to piece it together. Right now, I can’t trust you. Not while that bitch holds your leash.”
“I’m complicit in whatever’s happened to you. Think about it, you had sex with both your mom and dad and you’re not the least bit disturbed by it. That’s not rational behavior and it’s made the bitch loopier than usual. She expected you’d be hysterical and ashamed, but you’re completely unfazed. I don’t think she was prepared for that.”
She reached down to untie the left ankle rope and said, “I can’t explain why I’m so horny. You deceived us. You placed me in an awkward situation with no way out. At first, dad’s touch did freak me out. It felt nasty. I couldn’t blame him because he thought I was his wife. Damn it, Paul, it aroused me and not necessarily because of sex stuff, but because it was sexual taboo. Being so naughty made me want more. Now I crave it. It’s not a fucking sickness to desire it or even fantasize about it. Quit inferring that I have some problem that needs fixing. I’m not that screwed up, I’m still the same person, I’m simply more open-minded.”
“No, you’re wrong. You’re not the same, at least, you change when you get lustful. You’re like a hungry cougar on the prowl. Oh, your mother still hates me. She made that perfectly clear earlier. My face still stings from that slap. Also, don’t say anything about me fucking her up the ass or anything about breeding. She doesn’t remember what happened when she was a slutty version of you.”
“What about dad? What has she done with him?”
“He’s in the master bedroom. He’s been there the whole time, but…she’s done something to him. When she found out about your mom, the woman freaked and spent over an hour with him behind a closed door. After she was done, he wasn’t very pleasant to be around. Truth is, he’s scary as hell.”
“Oh my god, did she hurt him?”
“Not that I can tell. But there’s something—”
“Well, damn it, tell me.”
“You’re not going to be happy.”
“…and you think I’m enjoying all this crap?”
“Ah, okay. He was forced to watch a video of both of you together in a repeated loop. No doubt it broke his heart. Also, he’s seen everything we’ve done in this room on a second monitor. It’s made him angry.”
She curled with her chin on her knees. Cocking her head, she gave him a sorrowful look.
Moved by her expression, he continued by saying, “I’m sorry, that atrocious woman is a fiend.”
“Why does this woman hate me so much? I don’t even know her. I don’t remember doing anything bad enough to make anyone do something so horrendous.”
“You’re not her first. She’s done this to two other women and their families. Apparently, she hates lots of people. I’m not telling you what’s become of them. It’ll only frighten you.”
She sobbed and then said, “I feel helpless. After what she just did to me, I’m afraid to go against her. The bitch has practically collared me with that fucking goop. I can’t explain it, but it does something to me. I’m scared at what she can make me do. You saw what I was like. No matter what you think, I don’t want to do any of this.”
He sat beside her and then gave her a hug.
She whispered into his ear, “We need to find out who that woman really is. At some point, you need to find your balls and help us.”
***
Here Cums The Bride
Carol became agitated when her mother was waltzed into the bedroom wearing her wedding dress that she’d wore a week ago. It was heartbreaking to see her mother’s mascara smeared face and her eyes filled with tears. There was no lust in that gaze, only fear.
She found herself at odds. There was an impulse to grab her mom and run the hell away, but fear of reprisal held her at bay. She understood why Paul wouldn’t lift a hand to save them. No doubt the gnawing guilt she felt was the same for him.
The wicked gypsy stood bare before them. Her only adornments were the sparkling silver necklace, black meshed stockings, and garters. Given instructions, both Carol and Paul were made to stand naked on either side of Martha.
Kasha smiled and then said, “Paul and Martha, I now pronounce you husband and wife to forever fuck until I say otherwise. I give you both permission to turn to each other and kiss like passionate whores.”
Martha wailed.
Carol exclaimed, “This is insane! You can’t do this.”