FRAGMENT
By V.P. Viddler
Harry Barrington arriving home found himself in a nightmare.
His wife, Betsy, thirty-eight, was hanging by her hair from the living room
chandelier, stark naked, wrists tied tightly in back of her, mouth tightly
gagged, body straining as she stood on her toes, still-high firm breasts
quivering, nipples stiff with fright, eyes wide with horror.
His daughter Emily, nineteen, was lying spread eagled across the dining room
table, wrists and ankles bound to its legs, body taut, stark naked, mouth
tightly gagged, stretched so tightly she could move nothing but her head.
His daughter Judy, seventeen, was tied on her knees on the kitchen floor, stark
naked, ankles bound, thighs bound, elbows lashed together behind her back, hands
useless, breasts pulled up and out, hair bound with rope secured to a ring in
the floor, pulling her head back sharply, pulling her mouth open. She was not
gagged.
His daughter Karen, fifteen, was bent over a desk in his study, stark naked,
wrists bound to one side, ankles to the other, breasts crushed against the hard
surface, long hair hanging off one side.
His sister, Diana, twenty-six, was hanging upside-down from her ankles in the
bathroom, stark naked, hair hanging, breasts shaking, fine long legs pulling
taut with strain, mouth tightly gagged.
His maid, Sonya, twenty-two, was crawling around the floor, stark naked, crying,
moaning, gasping, and sucking the cocks of all six of the strange men who waited
for him, each in his turn.
"Your maid has a damn good mouth," the first man said.
"I know," Harry Barrington said. "I've used it many times. Sonya knows that if I
am to be kept from informing the immigration authorities about her, I must be
kept happy. I make her keep me happy with that mouth. But I have not sampled the
mouths of myh daughters. Have you?"
"No," the man said. "As you were not here to watch."
"You think I do not wish to watch? My dear sir, I will join you. Which shall it
be first? But I see you have positioned Judy ideally for that purpose. Shall we
start with her?"
"If raping your daughters, your wife, your family, will not move you," said the
man, "We will have to torture them."
"In that case," Barrington said, "may I suggest starting with my sister Diana?
For many years I have wished to hear that silly bitch howling in agony. But of
course my daughter Karen, being so young, may produce a wilder variety of sound.
And I must say I did not realize that Karen had such soft, voluptuous thighs. As
a candidate for rapine, I would pick her; but then I know what my wife is like.
And no one is better at cock-sucking. I assure you, sir, my wife's mouth is as
delicious as a warm bath. And if you force her to suck you off just after a
hard, long session with the whip--"
"You have such a whip?"
"But of course."
"I will use it on your wife as she is now. How it will hurt!"
"With your permission, I will have my daughter Judy employ that luscious mouth
upon my prick as I watch. As for Emily--"
"Stop!" the man said. "I cannot elicit information from you if you will not cry
out against the mass raping of your family."
"Did you try pissing in Judy's mouth?" Barrington said. "What a fabulous toilet
she makes!"
"If I must--"
"And Diana upside-down! How fascinating! Can you just raise her up a bit, enough
to allow me to put my cock in her mouth, as I snap my fingernails against those
fine pink nipples and rejoice in her awful cries of agony? But to fuck Karen in
the ass--to try out Emily's arousingly straining, immobile body--to watch
darling Betsy swinging from her hair as my cigar tip kisses so painfully, so
agonizingly, so excitingly, her fantastic bosm, that gag giving its own pleasure
as she forces muffled sounds through it, and you whip that soft frantic body..."
