Not With My Daughter!
Chapter 28

Copyright© 2002 by Spunk N. Wagnels

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - A man and his son rape a Older Woman. She is forced to comply to save her Daughter.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Rape   Fiction   Rough   Anal Sex   Masturbation  

Larcher, where have you been? I can't stay in this position any longer." Marnie complained.

"Miss me, did you?" He replied, untying the two cramped women.

Marnie was able to stand up as he released the string on her nipple rings, but Sally was forced to stay at least somewhat bent over now that her fingers were superglued to her butt cheeks.

"Is there anything you can do about the glue, Larcher? I think she will agree to be tied instead." Marnie asked on her sister-in-law's behalf.

"Nice try Missy. The precious little I have of the emergency release solution will only come out if I am satisfied that the punishment fits the crimes. It is too difficult to get. Let's just see how she handles things. Any balking or disagreement from you, Blondie, and the bar gets raised. You can cut your fingers free with a dull jagged knife for all I care. Nobody, I mean nobody, breaks into my home, steals from me, and assaults me with a deadly weapon, gets away with it." He scolded. "Now let's get you ready for court."

"Court? What are you planning to do with us?" Marnie asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." He said standing back looking at the two of them with his chin cradled between his thumb and index finger. "More bend." He mumbled.

He moved them into the living room and went back for some things. "This should do the trick." He said placing an ice cube on each of Sally's nipples in succession, making them erect, so he could loop a clamp to each, then he experimented with string attached to the clamps to see what kinds of positions he could hold her in. He walked behind Sally, who tried to follow him with her eyes. He held on to her hips and bumped into her exposed pussy with his crotch, only to find that she had no way of keeping her balance.

"Come here Missy." He said while motioning for her to come to him and turn around. Then he unhooked her handcuffs.

"Thank you." She said, rubbing her wrists.

"Not so fast." He said, now reattaching them with her hands behind her head.

"Hey." She protested.

"You'll need these. Come here." He said positioning her facing Sally in front. Then he worked them closer and closer, putting her cuffed hands on Sally's back, and bringing their heads to rest, chins interlocked upon each other's shoulders. He tried bumping his groin into Sally's pussy again finding that this arrangement afforded more stability from Marnie's support.

"Where are they?" He muttered to himself. Then he heard singing getting closer. Then there were loud knocks by several fists on his door. When he opened it, in flowed Jeff and some of his friends he was eager to impress.

The members of this small group were on their way to becoming drunk with a wine buzz, each holding a bottle or two. They wore basic grubby jeans and leather or jean jackets. One by one, they started dropping their bodies down into available seats on the furniture in Larcher's apartment.

"He's got a goddamn push-me-pull-you in here." One of Jeff's buddies remarked. Then he got up and started to circle the women.

Marnie could see him when he was circling behind Sally and Sally could see him looking at Marnie from the rear. Two others got up and started the circling. One crouched down and plucked the strings securing the bent forward positions. Marnie and Sally could sense when the other was feeling the sudden pain by the flinching they noticed at each other's neck. "Hey check these out." The crouching tormentor said, referring to Marnie's nipple rings.

"Man, look at the size of those gazabas." Another remarked, admiring Marnie's breasts.

"Hey, which do you like best, hairy or smooth like this one." The third off Jeff's friends asked rubbing Marnie's snatch roughly.

"Ah, easy with her fella. She's my bitch. I'll share, but nothing happens to her without going through me first. Everybody understand?" Larcher ruled.

"Sure, Boss." The groper said with his hands in the air backing away.

"Alrighty then. You boys are going to be my jury. These women have committed some serious crimes and need to answer for them... Jeff, help me with this furniture." Larcher directed, arranging the place to seat all of his guests at one end of the room with him at the other. Then he unhooked the women from their neck lock and nipple restraints. He allowed Marnie to stand erect with her cuffed hands behind her head, thrusting her nipple ring adorned breasts out lewdly toward the gawking boys.

Larcher sat down and motioned for Marnie to sit on his right knee, with her left elbow behind his head. Sally waited nervously for instructions. "Will the accused please face the court."

Sally was confused. She didn't know if he meant face him or the boys, so she picked facing Larcher, with her hairy blond cunt facing the hooting and whistling group of miscreants.

"Please state your name for the jury." He began.

"Sally..."

"No, no, no." Larcher interrupted. "Pronounce the words clearly, using your lips."

"Yeah lady we are hard of hearing and we're having trouble reading your lips with that forest covering them." One piped up to the laughter of his peers. "Can we have her clear cut the forest Judge?"

"I think that is a very good idea. Who would like to do the honors?"

One of the drunker ones raised his hand. Sally could see by looking at Marnie's reaction that the prospects were not looking good. As the volunteer clumsily arose to his feet, Marnie asked Larcher if she could please do it, so no blood would be shed. Larcher agreed to let her, and they all watched as Marnie shaved her sister-in-law with her hands still cuffed together.

A couple of the jurors got up for a closer inspection. One of them said, "Nice clean shave. What about some after shave lotion."

"Good idea." Larcher said, and left to retrieve a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Here, splash this."

"No, please." She said, as the juror wiped a palmful of alcohol along her freshly denuded pussy and ass crack. Sally let out a crescendoing scream, like a siren, at the top of her lungs, and fell over twitching and moving along the floor, trying to escape the intense burn relentlessly lapping at her nether region. All but Marnie, who wanted to reach out and take the pain away, watched with pained amusement as Sally went through her wall of torment. When she was merely whimpering and twitching on the floor, a couple of jurors helped her back up to her feet, copping feels of her helpless breasts before returning to the jury box.

Larcher resumed, "Now, who did you come here with to break in the other day?"

"I, I, came with a friend." She said fearfully.

"We can't understand her. She's not moving her lips at all." A juror piped up.

"You heard the man, move your lips when you talk. Now, who did you break in here with earlier this week?"

Sally realized that as she spoke, she was required to pull her cunt lips apart as a puppeteer might do. This added embarrassment made the humiliation all the more intense. She looked at Marnie pitifully for her support, as she responded evasively to Larcher's questions. As she spoke, the boys joked about the scene she was presenting to them, trying to concentrate on making her cunt lips move in time to her testimony. "I think we are in a Chinese movie," one piped up, "the lips aren't moving in time to the sound.''

"If you want the jury to believe what you say, Blondie, you will have to be more convincing with your testimony." Larcher instructed. "Now since you won't tell me where the person in this photograph lives, we'll proceed with he verdict. Thumbs up means these burglars go free, and thumbs down, we go on to the penalty phase. So in the matter of the person in this picture, how do you vote?... Guilty as charged. Now in the matter of Blondie here?... Guilty as charged. And Missy here as accomplice?"

The jurors looked back and forth, not wanting to cross Larcher, and declined to vote by their inaction. "Extenuating circumstances I guess, we'll just have to sort that out. Well Blondie, the jury has cast your fate. Here is another chance to give up your accomplice to make it easier on you. You will give her up, but the longer you take, the more intolerable the punishment will be."

Sally looked at Marnie for direction in the matter with tears streaming down her face. Marnie looked back worried and shrugged her indecision back at her. "Gentlemen, start your engines." Larcher said.

The drunken jurors leaped at the signal to relieve the pressure of their jeans and got naked from the waist down. Marnie looked at the lineup of stiff young cocks poised eagerly behind Sally. Sally turned around in place to see for herself what Marnie's reaction was about. Her eyes widened and she backed up toward Marnie and Larcher to get away from the pointing intruders.

You can't be serious. Make them put their clothes back on. They can't put those in me. I'm married. I'm almost old enough to be their mothers."

"Hey Lady, you look pretty good to me." One of the jurors said.

"I'd never kick either of you outta bed." Another remarked.

"No, no, this can't happen, they aren't even wearing protection. What if I got pregnant. You can't let them do this. This is rape. This is disgusting. This..."

"This is your reward for crossing me, Blondie. Care to give up your friend yet?"

"My husband will kill you when he learns what you are doing to me."

"Your husband would be very interested to know what I know about you, I'm sure. Now somebody shut her up and stick it in her mouth."

With that, Jeff raced to be first, to show his buddies what a stud he was. "Hey Pop," he leaned over to whisper, what if she bites?"

Larcher took Marnie by the scruff of her neck and bent her over so her head was six inches from Sally's and said in a huddle with them, "You are about to experience exactly what will happen to your daughter, if you both don't cooperate and follow directions in every way, you got it?" He squeezed the back of their necks for emphasis.

Marnie backed away nodding showing terror in her eyes. Sally fully understood Marnie's entire lot in the situation at that very moment and froze in fear at the prospects of her niece getting defiled by this crowd. Larcher sensed that he had made his point perfectly clear, smiled and nodded for Jeff to proceed. Then he signaled one of Jeff's buddies to take up the rear.

Sally's face showed tears, fear, disgust, and humiliation as she allowed Jeff's uncut cock to enter her mouth. She gagged at the same time as she groaned at the rough entering of the young man's cock in her cunt. "Hey Chief, she's dry." He said to Larcher.

"Somebody juice her up." Larcher responded.

The young man at her cunt held out his hand to receive a bottle of wine from a buddy, and poured some on his dick, as he tried to work it back in. "You owe me a new rug, Blondie." Larcher remarked. Then the man took the wine bottle and screwed it into Sally's butthole, watching with amusement as the remaining two inches of wine in the bottle bubbled into her rectum. Then he took the bottle out, handed it to a buddy and pushed his way back into her cunt.

Jeff and his buddy started to pump Sally from both ends. They made a clumsy duo in the process, causing Larcher to plan another route. "Hold it guys. No, you can stay in, just don't move until I get back." He instructed. So Sally, waited with a young cock in her unwilling mouth, and another stuffed in her unwilling cunt for the torment to heat up again. When she looked over at Marnie, she got a brief moment of empathy followed by an embarrassed turning away.

Larcher reentered the room with a workbench chair with casters, which he had slid the back off and tied two ropes to the foot rungs. He adjusted the height of the chair so Sally could rest her body weight on it by laying her stomach on the seat. Larcher had the two other chaps hold ropes between the legs of Jeff and his buddy so they could pull her forward and back. Larcher sat back down, motioned for Marnie to sit on his knee again, and watched the show before him as the two on the floor worked out the system to pull Sally onto Jeff's cock, then back onto their buddy's up her cunt. As a rhythm emerged, as Sally was starting to get a buzz from the wine, and as the two cock bearers were getting excited, even Marnie could find it amusing to watch it in a surreal sense.

Sally started to moan, which felt good to Jeff, who started to vocalize his pleasure. Then his buddy started to groan in pleasure as her cunt received and sent his cock in tantalizing regularity. The three of them chorused moans and groans drawing closer to releases.

Jeff came first, causing Sally to grimace and choke. Jeff's buddy started to grab her hips and pump into her with all he was worth, not to be left behind. He came in a couple of bumping thrusts and pulled out when continued pumping caused too much weakness in his knees.

Sally looked back when he pulled out and uttered, "Unh?" Marnie knew from experience in the last year that Sally was currently frustrated with not being able to conclude despite being repulsed by the ordeal.

Jeff and his buddy traded places with the two on the floor, while Larcher let Marnie up and uncuffed her. She was monetarily relieved until she realized that he was doing so to have her squat down on his pole while they watched the show before them. She knew better than to impede his impulse, and backed her warmed moist cunt onto his familiar pole. "Motion woman." He ordered Marnie, as the two studs took their place at Sally's openings. The one at her mouth was a very wide seven incher and her mouth was stretched fully to accommodate its girth. Jeff and the other rope puller were not as quick on the uptake and were a little jerkier in their manner. The lad at Sally's mouth harmlessly slapped her on the top side of her head complaining, "Watch the teeth woman."

Larcher ordered for the two of them to switch places, and Sally was surprised at the effect the replacement cock had in her snatch. She had never been that stretched out before. Now the steady plunging in and out of the stiff thick gristle and the intoxicating wine in her bowels were tapping sensations in her she never realized existed.

Marnie was more grateful for any cock she could get these days than her sister-in-law at present, and was getting what she could from riding Larcher's cock at the particular moment. Besides, she would reason, she didn't have to look at him in this position. She was breaking out in a sweat from having to squat up and down his pole.

Sally came in an emotional release from the thick cock plunging her twat, but he wasn't done and they didn't stop the chair's motion. She was beside herself with panic when the cocks continued their intrusions. The one in her mouth was due to cum any second, and she never had a chance to luxuriate after her own release seconds before. Her head was swimming, but to Marnie, she thought her sister-in-law was experiencing nirvana. Marnie started to get turned on by it and picked up her pace. Larcher wanted her to slow down, so he pushed her off of him just before Marnie was about to round the corner to the homestretch. She watched dry-humping the air as the two studs blasted Sally's abused openings with their spewings.

"Okay boys, my turn." Larcher said, as they were withdrawing from Sally's warm moist canals. He detoured into the kitchen on his way to where Sally lay resting with her stomach on the chair seat. With her feet resting on the rungs, and her fingers tugging on her ass cheeks, her rear was spread open for Larcher to shove half a stick of butter roughly up her ass. He kicked her feet down to the ground and shoved the seat away from under her with his foot. Then he positioned himself behind her and aimed his cock at her rear most entry. With a firm, unforgiving thrust, he shoved his cock into her virgin hole.

Sally let out a blood-curdling scream, which caused Marnie to take her hand form her own snatch to cover her ears. Sally reared up to as much of a standing position, as her glued fingers would allow, stepping away from Larcher to void the anal intruder from her body.

"That does it Bitch." He said determinedly. Then he went over to Marnie and cuffed her in front as before, locked the two of them together at the neck, with Marnie's cuffed hands behind Sally's head on her back. Then to insure that Sally wouldn't possibly rear up again, he ran a string through Marnie's nipple rings, closing the string inside a heavy book. Marnie had to bend down putting weight on Sally to keep the string from pulling on her nipples. If Sally were to rear again, Marnie's rings would surely be torn out, and they both knew it.

Marnie watched as Larcher repositioned himself at Sally's rear entry once more. Sally had to make her legs go into a wide stance to support herself from the downward pressure Marnie's predicament was placing on her. This made her butt hole as wide as possible for the next intrusion. Marnie watched as Larcher entered, then felt Sally's pain reflex at her neck, and held the position like a wrestler to save her nipples from ripping open.

Larcher pushed in hard, pulled out and pushed in hard with angry thrusts. Marnie met those thrusts with her shoulder like a football lineman protecting turf. Jeff got up smiling and started to fiddle Marnie's pussy with his hand. He sensed that the distraction was aggravating to her because of the intense concentration she was required to make to avoid certain mutilation of her nipples. With the butter melted inside Sally, the pain started to grow more and more tolerable. Larcher senior was beginning to close his eyes for longer and longer durations, but before he closed them for a final approach, Jeff made an effort to catch his eye as if to ask if it was okay to dip into Marnie's treasures. With a nod from Larcher senior to Larcher junior, the father and son team pounded the two women from behind in unison until they both came in similar orgasmic responses - quite a show for the others who spontaneously applauded the team.

Larcher had Jeff invite a couple more friends on the spur of the moment to have their way with Sally, before the satisfied young men left for the evening. Sally was periodically given wine up her ass and was nearly passed out from it along with all of the physical exertion and abuse. "Go, I'm tired." He ordered.

"What about her hands and clothes." Marnie asked on her sister-in-law's behalf.

"I don't care what you do. She gets no help from me until she gives up her accomplice." He said steadfastly.

"Larcher, I'll tell you..." Marnie said thinking Sally was almost out.

Then Sally gave up Betty along with her address before passing out on the floor. Larcher dug in a drawer and brought out a tube of special solvent only law enforcement agencies have access to and warned Marnie that she would have some chemical burns on her hands and rear cheeks, but nothing permanent, if he went ahead and used it. Marnie authorized it so she could get Sally home.

Marnie took Sally to her and Roger's house to spend the night. She put Sally on the couch and called her brother-in-law, Ron, to let him know Sally was staying over. Brenda came downstairs and asked why her aunt was spending the night. Marnie told her that she wasn't feeling well, wasn't up for the trip home, and might stay another day or so.

"No problem," Brenda said, "if it is more than two, she can use my room. I'm at Crandel's again this weekend, remember?"

"That's nice of you, Dear. But I'm sure she will be feeling better before that. I'm bushed myself. I'll see you in the morning." And, she kissed her daughter goodnight.

When she reached the bedroom, Roger was up watching the news. "You had us worried. Is everything okay?"

"Yes Dear. Sally is a bit under the weather and I put her to sleep on the couch. I need to take a shower."

"But, what have you two been doing?" He asked as she ducked into the bathroom.

"I'll tell you in bed." Marnie said like a zombie.

When she was ready to crawl into bed, she snuggled up to Roger, cupped her free hand on his cock and balls, and in a sleepy tone told him, "I love you." Then slipped off to sleep leaving him wondering whether to take her hand away or not.

****The next day, Thursday, Brenda rushed to last period cheerleading class. She hoped Ms. Lambert didn't remember seeing her at the Phaedrian Order initiation the day before. She ran into the locker room and changed from her normal clothes, momentarily relishing the fact that Vanessa was no longer riding her case. She was heading past the coach's office to go out onto the floor, when she noticed Ms. Lambert at her desk with her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Ms. Lambert." She said as she passed.

"Oh, hi Brenda." Ms. Lambert said, sniffling back tears.

"Is everything okay?" Brenda said, backing up into the doorway.

"Tory is running class today. I'm going to have to go soon." Ms. Lambert said.

"Did something happen?" Brenda asked concerned.

"Oh Brenda. Come in and close the door, please." Ms. Lambert requested. "Do you remember those two girls who took our pictures in the shower before?"

"Yes, how could I forget."

"You need to watch out for them. They have made my life a living hell ever since that moment." Ms. Lambert said standing and moving around to the front of her desk. She had on a white sundress, heels, and no bra, as it was clear to see through the lightweight fabric. She looked through the glass office out into the empty locker room and hoisted the hem of her short dress to her waist. "See, look what they've done to me." She said, referring to the tattooed g-string, garter belt, and stockings artistically applied with details right on down to the seam running up the back of her legs.

"Oh-my-gawd!" Brenda exclaimed backing up out of her chair in shock. "You are tattooed. How are you going to get that off?"

"It's just dark henna painted on. It comes off over weeks, but look how hideous it is now." Ms. Lambert bemoaned.

"Well actually, it is very well done. It fooled me for a second. It must have taken a real artist to do that good of a job." Brenda remarked. "When... how did this happen to you?"

"Last night, after the most humiliating day of my life, those wretched girls shaved me, bound me, and painted me to look like you see me now."

"The ones that took our pictures in the shower?"

"Yes, and more, lots of them, all in some sort of a cult of sexually depravity. I..." Ms. Lambert let her dress hem fall to its resting length at mid-thigh, then she put her face in her hands to hide her crying from Brenda's view.

Brenda felt compelled to approach her and tentatively put her arm around her shoulder to give her support. Ms. Lambert flinched at the surprise touch on the exposed flesh of her shoulders, then relaxed her body into this kind gesture on the part of her student. "You... ?" Brenda prompted.

"I... I was made to perform grotesque sexual acts... in front of a room full of crazed people." She continued.

"How awful!" Brenda responded during Ms. Lambert's sniffling.

"This cult is determined to make my life a living hell."

"What do you mean?" Brenda asked.

"They are using the pictures of us as a threat to my job here. They have more pictures of me in lewd sexual conduct that they could use to humiliate me anywhere, anytime."

"That's terrible." Brenda said, embarrassed for the part she played in the operation.

"Tonight, I am supposed to enter an amateur dance contest. If I win, things will go better for me, they said, and if I lose, well, they won't tell me." Ms. Lambert disclosed.

"Well, that should be okay for you then, you're an excellent dancer." Brenda said trying to reassure her.

"Oh Brenda, it's not the kind of dancing you're thinking of, it is taking things off on a stage in front of strange, grunting, hooting, disgusting men."

"Oh."

"What am I going to do? I'm going to have to leave this wonderful job, this wonderful town, my life as I know it, and move some place where they can never find me." Ms. Lambert worried.

"I hope it doesn't come to that. I'd miss you. You're one of my favorite teachers, well you are my favorite teacher."

Ms. Lambert looked at her appreciatively, momentarily fighting back the tears to enjoy Brenda's sentiment. Then she hugged her tightly, whispering, "Thank you."

"If you want to fight them, I know this guy. He's not quite a policeman, but he is in security work. Maybe he could help you. Would you like me to put you in touch with him?" Brenda offered.

"Oh, you are so wonderful. I knew I made the right choice when I put you on the squad. But I really don't think I could fight them and not get scathed myself."

"It probably wouldn't hurt to talk to him. I could arrange that if you like. If you tell me where you have to dance tonight, I might be able to get him to be there to protect you if you need it." Brenda offered.

"I suppose one more stranger in the audience wouldn't make any difference. I don't know how I am going to be able to get myself to go on in the first place."

"If I can use your phone, I'll try to get him to talk to you beforehand. Maybe he'll have an idea to make it so you don't have to do it at all." Brenda said.

"Well, that would be worth a try. I need all the ideas I can get at this point." Ms. Lambert said starting to pull herself together with this new thread of hope.

Brenda called her dad's office, got the number of security and called back asking for Larcher. She explained the situation briefly and handed the phone over to Ms. Lambert. Ms. Lambert talked for a bit and agreed to meet him after work at the club where she was to perform.

"Is he going to help?" Brenda asked when Ms. Lambert was off the phone.

"I've agreed to meet him, and we'll see. Thank you Brenda. I don't know what I would do without your help."

Brenda felt a little nauseous because her involvement on the situation was not what it appeared to Ms. Lambert to be, and took her leave, "I better get out on the court before practice is over. Good luck with everything tonight."

At the Kit Kat Club, Linda Lambert sat in her car looking at the entrance for a man in a security guard uniform. After awhile, she spotted a man who waited outside, looking in all directions as if he was meeting someone. She got out of her car, held her overcoat tightly closed as she dodged traffic crossing the street in her heels, something she hardly ever wore. The man was alerted to her crossing by the echoing clickety clack of her heels hitting the street. He looked her over and propositioned her with money for sexual favors. She was shocked and turned to leave and bumped into a man behind her who said, "Are you looking for someone?"

"Are you Mr. Larcher?"

"It depends who you are, Blue Eyes." He responded.

"I'm Linda Lee Lambert. I think I spoke to you on the phone."

"Hi. I'm Walter Larcher. Why don't we get you off the street and go in to talk."

He opened the door for her, watching her move through it. He did a double take gawking at her legs. He realized with the subtle vibration of her skin from walking in her heels, that she was not really wearing hose. He directed her to a table where they could talk and both see the stage.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He asked her.

"No thank you. I don't drink."

"You see that girl up there? Have you ever done that before?" He asked referring to the exotic dancer on stage entertaining the happy hour crowd.

"No, I've never even been in a place like this." She confessed.

"So do you think you can get up there and do that without a drink?"

Linda Lee burst into tears. "I can't do that. I can't get up there and do that at all."

"What makes you think you have to do it?" Larcher asked.

Linda Lee proceeded to tell him of how she was being blackmailed for no reason that she could discern, how she was being humiliated and not asked for money, and that she had no idea how to end it. Larcher listened with a mixture of empathy and larceny, admiring her pretty face with her curly short hair. "What can I do?" She finally said.

"It seems to me that you have no choice, at least not right now. You have nothing to bargain with. The best thing to do is to get up there and do your best to win. Then tomorrow is another day. Since they put you up to this, some of them will be here tonight to monitor how it plays out. I'll watch for them and see if I can see an angle, because you are a friend of Brenda's." He advised, as she went back into tears, her hopes for a way out evaporating. "Cheer up Blue Eyes, I'm going to make a call and get you a coach. You watch the dancers for ideas and I'll be back in a bit." He said patting her upper arm as he left her alone at the table.

She watched two complete routines. They each went from a sexy outfit to nothing but heels over the course of several songs. She was aghast at the postures, gestures, and erotic movements the dancers exhibited and was amazed at the reaction they got from the men in the audience. She strained her brain to imagine getting up there and enjoying the ordeal, since there was apparently no way out. Her concentration was interrupted when she heard, "Oh Blue Eyes, this is Gina. She is here to help you."

 
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