Chapter 8

I woke up to an empty bed and bedroom. Jill must have gotten up and taken our little cam whore with her. Walking through the house in my boxers, I could not find a trace of anyone. I heard a noise coming from the garage. They must be out there.

Sally and Josh were busy working a metal frame, and I could not tell what it was. Was this the project that Josh was working on?

“What’s this?” I posed the query to anybody who would answer.

Sally looked up from her task. “This is my new toy, Daddy. This is the Impaler 3000.” She spread her arms like a model on the Price Is Right, showing off a prize in a game.

It was metal, shaped like a cube made of stainless steel tubes, with a sliding padded tray in the middle. Motors and articulated arms were in various adjustable positions.

“Looks complicated. What’s it used for? How does it work?”

Jill answered. “Jeff, we just got this, and we need to figure out exactly how to use it. Basically, Sally lays on the sliding bed part there, and we can put different dildos and toys in the different arms and attachments.” She showed me an accessory box labeled Impaler 3000 XL toys box 1 of 2. Inside were some of the largest toys I have ever seen. All have a common base to attach to the various arms on the main machine.

“Daddy, since you now know everything, Mommy said I could get this and set it up out here. You can watch me live anytime.”

“We have a web show scheduled to show her using it for the very first time, kind of like a review of the machine. The manufacturer sent us this sample to promote their products.”

“I could not say no, Daddy. Look at this one.” Sally grabbed a toy out of the box 2 of 2 XL Toys.” I was a long toy with 6 – 3 inch balls along its flexible length, like anal beads on steroids. “ And this one.” She pulled out what looked like a horse’s cock, life-sized no less.

“That will ream her ass out really good! You think those will satisfy you, Sis?” Josh finished lighting the last bolt on the Impaler 3000 and joined us, looking at the toys.

I was starting to see how it all went together. The 3k had many modes. The ‘bed’ was motorized, and Sally could be set to slide back and forth. Some arms are driven like robots. All are controlled with a remote, or a program can be uploaded to your phone for control. Multiple cameras were on smaller, remotely controlled articulated arms.

“Oh, and Jeff, Josh can put action buttons on my website. That gives the viewer control after they tip; the bigger the tip, the longer or bigger the toy it uses. The 3K has many safety features, plus I have a kill switch if I need to step in and stop something.” Jill explained.

“Yeah, the company said that I should have it, but I don’t want that responsibility. I want to do it ALL.” My little slut seemed not to be able to wait to start her show.

I finally realized that Sally was nude; no, not nude, nude seemed too tame. She was NAKED! I must have become accustomed to her exhibitionist tendencies. Jill was dressed in tight shorts that displayed her camel-toe pussy, and a tight crop top teashirt that I could see her dark nipples through the thin cloth. Looking at her closely, I could see everything she had to offer as well; however, she was technically street-legal.

Josh started to play with his phone, and the 3K started to move. Josh noticed me looking at him. “I am calibrating the machine, Dad. It has to ‘know’ the position of all its arms and bed, etc. Sally, hand me those toys.”

Sally started handing over the dozens of toys that the machine would use, and the members chose from them.

“It has an auto-changing tool head design. Each toy has an RFID and a designated position on the rack.” Josh was putting the toys into the special holders along one side of the 3K. It did look like all the arms could reach their respective toys.

I noticed Velcro straps on the bed that looked like Sally’s arms, legs, and head being used to hold the victim in place. This looked like a torture device from a science fiction movie or the Spanish Inquisition.

Sally would take a toy and stroke it all over her body, hug it, and kiss it before she handed it over to her brother, who placed it on the rack.

“We have a show at noon, Josh. Will you have it tested and basic programming in by then?”

“Yeah, no problem, Mom. I got a lot done yesterday. I have been working on a new program since the company said they were going to send us a 3K. I just need to finish calibrating and installing the first show. I am calling it Hello Sally instead of the typical Hello World.”

“Is it going to show me off real good, little bro?”

“Just like you like to show off. Legs wide open, ass up, and pussy spread and ass stuffed.” Josh smiled.

“I hope so. If it works as advertised, this would be a great rotation in my show.”

Jill interrupted, “OK, guys, the show starts in about an hour; I need to feed Sally to get her ready.”

“I am hungry, Mommy.” She looked coquettishly up at her mother; you would think that she was just a precocious teenager if she had not been naked and her hand playing her pussy.

Smiling at Sally, “Good, follow me, Jeff; you can come too, Josh. Can you finish up? We will be ready for you in about a half hour.”

“Sure, Mom, go take care of the little slut; I got this.” Josh turned back to the laptop, hit a key, and one of the arms started to move.

“Come on, Sally. We should have just the right amount of time.” Jill turned to leave the garage, and Sally followed closely. It seemed I was just an observer this morning, and I was okay with that.

I followed them into the kitchen, where Jill sat on the counter stool, opening her legs. Sally did not hesitate. She kneeled in front of her mother and, with no instructions, placed her face in my wife’s crotch. Jill guided her head with her hands tangled in her hair, moving Sally’s face back and forth on her sex.

“Jeff, Sally eats my pussy for breakfast every morning. You are going to see a normal day for us now.” Jill almost sounded apologetic.

“I love your pussy, Mommy; it is so tangy; Daddy, did you cum in her last night? I love eating the cum out of her pussy.” She did not take her mouth off of Jill’s pussy, talking directly into her hole. Her lips continued to make wet smacking sounds.

“Get ready, Sally. I don’t want to have to clean up a mess.” Sally seemed to press more tightly into her mother’s cunt.

“Oh, yes, that’s it. Drink it, drink it all.” Jill had an expression of relief, the relief of a full bladder releasing its burden. Sally was looking up at her mother’s face, her throat working to swallow Jill’s golden nectar.

“Jeff, there is nothing better than relieving your bladder directly into a slut. You should try it. Sally, do you want your Daddy’s morning piss?”

Jill must have finished pissing; Sally turned her head to me after a final lick on Jill’s sex. “Please, Daddy, it makes me feel worthwhile. I feel that I have value when I get to drink pee. Mom really likes to have me drink her pee.”

She knee-walked over to me and pulled my penis from my boxers. “Please, Daddy, make me feel loved, piss in my mouth. I love making people happy.”

“Well, you are making me happy, baby girl.” It was precious watching my daughter as she took my soft cock in her mouth and started sucking gently. I had to concentrate to start my stream. Sally seemed to really like this activity. “Please, Daddy, give me your pee; I want it so badly,” She begged me to release my waste into her mouth. She sounded so sincere. I started to pee. It felt fantastic.

“That’s it, Jeff, she loves this; she loves being as nasty as possible.”

How long have they been doing this? I doubt all this started at this extreme level; I mean, Piss Drinking. That is pretty extreme. However, Sally seemed to take it as a normal activity; it was as if she really wanted to be my urinal. I needed to see what happened in my house on a typical day. Jill was standing at the stove, scrambling some eggs; I have seen her cooking a thousand times; it was such a banal act. She seemed not upset or shocked that our daughter was sucking on my cock and drinking my piss.

“Sally, toss his salad, will you?” Jill told Sally that I did not think that salad was typically breakfast food. I was shocked out of my thoughts of salads when Sally’s hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, and I felt her tongue on my ass.

“MMM, Daddy is Tasty, Mommy. He does not wipe very well, does he.”

“You know that you’ve seen his stripped boxers.” Sally was really going to town on my ass.

“I know I just love it. I can get it fresh from the source now, not the dried crusty streaks I have to suck from his underwear when you do laundry. Mommy, am I being filthy enough?”

“Reach between his legs and play the rusty trombone.”

She pressed her lips against my ass and gave me a raspberry like she was playing a musical instrument; her hand was stroking my cock; just like I was a trombone, and my ass was the mouthpiece.

My daughter was joyfully sucking on my asshole, her little tongue probing insistently, trying to gain access to my most private of places. God, this felt wonderful. I could really get used to this, I thought. I was starting to realize Sally was just a little sex toy. And that she wanted to be exactly that. She kept moaning into my ass, tongue flicking at my anal ring. She seemed to really get into sucking my ass. The flicking of her tongue was amazing. If I had not had so much sex lately, I doubt I could have lasted very long; as it was, I was hard-pressed to keep from blowing my load all over the kitchen floor.

“Daddy cum on my face, please I want to wear your cum. Please, Daddy!!!” Sally was begging me to paint her face. Where had this little slut been hiding? My wife and daughter had been doing things like this for a long time, and I felt a little jealous that they had kept it from me. It was jealousy that would quickly pass as my smiling daughter looked up at me with her tongue presented as a target. Her hand was still jacking my cock to a hair-trigger explosion. I could not take my eyes off her face. With so much joy reflected in her eyes, Sally looked truly happy, accepting my semen like it was the most wonderful thing in the world.

My cum erupted and splashed over her lips and tongue; Sally kissed my leaking cock and sucked a little.

“You’re cum tastes the best, Daddy; I want you to feed me all the time.” And this was after yesterday drinking a bucket of anonymous cum.

Jill, “You can clean me up after he comes in my pussy every time, dear. Would you like that?”

“Fuck yeah, I would, anytime, all the time.” Sally loved the idea of eating a crème pie out of my wife’s cunt.

Josh came in, “It’s all programmed. We just need to install the last part. Sally, are you ready?” Josh, it seemed, considered his sister the last piece of machinery to install.

“Can it get some more breakfast first?” Sally asked.

“Ok, but hurry, you are on in ten minutes.” Sally knee-walked over to her brother and started to lick his ass like she had done mine. I could see a little difference; Josh looked like he was straining. Like he was pushing against something,

“Oh, YES!!!!” Sally stopped talking; she pulled back and opened her mouth, and looked at me; I could see a small turd resting on her tongue; while holding my gaze, she closed her lips around the shapeless brown mass, and Josh’s waste disappeared. Her jaw worked as she chewed her delicacy. I could see her throat muscles work as she swallowed.

“Thanks, Joshy, that was great. Let’s get me installed.”

I was absolutely floored; I had just witnessed one of the vilest acts I could imagine. My daughter willingly, if not joyfully, ate a piece of her brother’s shit.

I followed them back out into the garage in a daze. I knew she would drink piss, but she was eating shit. Sally does it all. It took all the time they had left to get her installed into the machine before noon, with all the arms, slides, and cables. Sally was eventually in position, tied down to the bed that had rollers on the bottom, her knees up near her head. Her ass and pussy are wide open. Josh had put a huge anal probe and what looked like a horse cock on one of the two main action points. Josh made some adjustments to Sally’s position and the angle of the arms and inserted the first couple of inches of rubber horse cocks into her two lower orifices.

Sally turned to the main camera, “Hey guys, meet the Impaler 3000, one of my new co-stars. This will be a live demo of most of its features. Remember, the Impaler can reach places nobody else can. We are going to start slowly and display its capabilities slowly. Joshy, start the anal probe, please. Look at the new tip buttons. Tip if you want to do something listed.”

Josh, from off-camera, pressed a button on his phone, and the Impaler 3000 came to life. The anal probe started to extend, burying the rectum-ruining attachment slowly into my lovely daughter’s asshole.

“Oh, I love this. Yes, deeper. Yes, this is great. Okay, guys, see the controls on your screen. When you tip, you get access to the controls—speed and depth, and even which toy and which hole it is for. The more you tip...”

She was kept from talking as a third arm started to move to her mouth, and she started to suck on the phallic attachment.

The thing in her ass kept going deeper and deeper. Then the arm for her pussy started to do something; it went to the rack of attachments, and what looked like a man’s hand in the shape of a fist with the fingers arranged into a point was picked and brought to her pussy. The thing in her ass was rhythmically fucking her ass, the ridges and imitation veins making her a sphincter stretch. The one in her mouth had managed to find her throat, and finally, the one that was about to Impale her pussy was pressing against her pussy lips. Spreading them with very little resistance.

Sally was helpless in this machine; the audience was relentless with their choice of attachments and how they controlled them. There seemed to be a safety feature that allowed Sally to catch her breath when she needed to. They pounded her ass and pussy. I could not believe that any human would be able to take such big things so fast and hard in her body.

Sally continued to talk when she could, her voice a husky, raspy tone from the abuse her throat had taken. “I love it, guys, god, I love this thing. We are going to have this on a regular rotation. What about Impaler Mondays? Would you guys like that?” The chime for the tips went off, and the speed of the two things in her lower body sped up. “I will take that as a yes.” Her words came out in a rhythm to the things fucking in and out of her body.

“Look at this,” Jill motioned to the computer screen. The display was split from the live shot of Sally and the info on the members of the chat room; almost 200 people were watching my daughter fuck herself. Twenty people at $10 bucks a minute. That was $200 a minute aggregate. She had been going for 15 minutes, which was $3,000. She had just raked $3k in just 15 minutes, and she was planning on staying installed for a full hour. Well over $12,000 just for this one scene. And that was not counting the tips. It was like Sally was printing money. Sally did not get to keep all of it. They paid a hefty fee to the hosting company; she took home about 50% of the hourly rate and 70% of the tips.

“My god, Jill, that is a lot of money.” My mind was racing, figuring out the options. And the angles we could do to make even more.

“Yes, it is Jeff, and she loves it; look at her. She is not acting. It was like she was meant to be in porn. My little girl’s face was a mask of ecstasy, displaying her body, accepting the foreign objects in all of her holes. She got off showing herself to the guys online. It became clear that Sally wanted this as much as any of us.

I was surprised when the contraption repositioned Sally. It rolled her over with her ass up in the air. Her legs were still spread wide, and the anal Intruder was pulling completely out of her ass, the camera positioned for a closeup of her gaping asshole. Her pussy was being pounded by the other arm. The dildo in her pussy would pull out, and the anal one would slide all the way in, the pair of fuck toys thrusting in sync, one going in and the other going out. Her holes were loose and gaping, accepting the monsters with little resistance. She was grunting as the machine fucked her, grunting with passion.

Sally accepted everything, even the attachments that I would have thought physically impossible if I had not seen them enter her body.

Then all motion stopped, and she was repositioned to face the camera; the camera had a close-up of her crotch and a line of sight up her body past her breasts to her smiling face. Her holes were gaping, a finger massaging her clit. “Thank you, boys.” Sally began. “Send comments about what you thought of the Impaler 3000 and how I used it. Send me comments about things I can try with it. If you go to the manufacturer’s website, you can order attachments to use and have them delivered to me. I want to try them all. After all, Sally does it all!!!” She blew a kiss on the camera, and Josh killed the feed.

“Daddy, are you ok? I really had a good time. You look worried.”

“It’s just that those things are so big. I mean...”

“Oh no, Daddy, they are just right if a maybe little, small; I love big things in my holes.”

“A little small? I mean, you are my daughter, and well, but those things were obscene.”

“That is the point, Jeff, our daughter is a slut, a class A slut; she loves to show off her body to anyone that will watch; she loves to put ridiculous things up her cunt and ass. She truly loves all of this. I am afraid that now you know about her, she will want to do even more extreme things.”

“What more things? I have seen her in a gangbang with teenagers, I took her to a Glory hole, I have seen her drink piss, Hell, she sucked my ass, and she even ate at Josh’s shit; what more extreme things could she possibly do?”

“We will come up with something. She is willing to do anything I suggest.” Jill added. “I see you have a hard-on, Jeff; you did like watching her. Don’t try to lie to me.” I tried to stop her, but she called me out; my cock was stiff from the visual overload I had just witnessed.

“Yes, Sally, you looked really hot getting fucked while installed in that machine.” I gave my daughter my grudging approval, not that I disapproved of what she was doing but what I was doing.

Sally looked like she had been fucked hard. Her long blonde hair, wet from sweat, lay in ragged clumps on her shoulders. Her puffy nipples proud on her torpedo tits. There was a stream of lube or cum desperately hanging onto her red swollen pussy, not wanting to leave the perfect environment it left behind.

“Sally, go take a shower and come back down so we can talk, okay?” Jill seemed like she was commanding Sally, not just allowing her time to clean up. It did not matter which way Jill said it. Josh worked on the straps that held Sally in place, and Sally skipped off to the kid’s bathroom. The drip of slime swung and attached to her inner thigh.

“I will go help her, Mom, you know, keep her on task.”

The children left us alone. Jill started. “What’s wrong, Jeff? You seem not your usual happy self.”

How to answer: Start with the truth. I realized: “I feel like I am drinking through a firehouse. So much has been revealed to me so quickly. I do not know what to think.”

Jill nodded, “I know it is a lot to take in. It took me a little while to get my head wrapped around her as well. I finally came to grips with Sally, realizing that I would prefer to be in her life than have her leave us.”

“Is she that dedicated to porn and this extreme sex to leave us?”

“She left us before. Do you remember two years ago when she went to camp? She ran away with a boy for a whole week. I finally found her, and I made a deal with her. That deal is that if she wanted to be a slut I promised I would not stand in her way and even help her. I know I should have told you back then, but I was afraid our little girl would leave us for good.”

“Holy, Shit Jill and you dealt with all that and everything without even consulting me? I think I understand, but I should have been told. You were put in a bad spot to have to deal with all this.” I shook my head in disbelief and consolation.

“Jeff, it was not that bad, accepting her, really. Sally loves it, and she would love it even more if you would tell her what to do, Jeff. She loves you; you do know that, right?”