Chapter 3: The Naughty List

DISCLAIMERS

Please read!

This is very dark HORROR. It includes absolute non-mutual non-con / rape!

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

Please note, every chapter gets more extreme! 9-part story.

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence toward women/Absolute non-mutual non-con
-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism
-Incest
-Bondage
-Gross tastes/smells (bodily fluids, piss, asshole, sweat)
-Queefing
-Squirting

I stand by the bedpost, zip-tied, completely helpless. Still possessing Grace’s body, I start to shift around. The waiting is getting me so turned on. I kind of have to pee from the anxiety. Little Ella is strapped on the bed next to me, spread-eagle on her back, wrists and ankles bound to the bed. She whimpers, and I keep trying to soothe her with Grace’s motherly voice. We had quite a good time since her daddy has been gone. And now we patiently wait for his return.

I hear a door opening downstairs. Finally, Kadir is back. God I can’t wait. My pussy is so wet with anticipation.

Footsteps. I wait. The bedroom door opens. He enters, about to open his mouth to say something, then stops dead in his tracks. His eyes go wide as he sees his wife and 18 year old daughter bound to his bed.

I pounce, quickly leaving Grace’s body and racing toward Kadir. Behind me, I start to hear confused mumbling from Grace. I feel a sudden rush of warmth as I enter Kadir’s firm, athletic body again.

And before me I get to see the amazing sight he walked in on. Grace is standing next to the bed, near the pulled-back curtains hanging from the beams above. Looking around, bewildered. Zip-tied to one of the vertical posts of the big, king-sized four-poster-bed. Straps and restraints hang from the horizontal beams connecting the tops of the four posts near the ceiling. And in the center of the big comfy mattress lays the helpless Ella, spread out in her light pink and white snowflake pajamas. My dick twitches.

Muffled voice comes from Grace as she starts to get frantic, looking around, pulling at the zip ties, looking at me and mumbling something into her gagged mouth.

A sour look on her face then. “Ah does it taste good?” I say. She must have noticed the dirty panties in her mouth, her saliva soaking with the foul taste of a full day of sweat, crusty discharge, and ass. I smile. And the look in her eyes. She yells something into her gag, confused. Mumbling at me, demanding things. Demanding to untie her, demanding I tell her what’s going on.

“You’re so noisy. That needs to stop right now.” Her eyebrows furrow in shocked anger. She yells more. I walk over to her and slap her right in the face. Hard. The strength I have in this body. I like it. She buckles and falls, held up only by zip ties.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I grab her hair and lift her up. At first she doesn’t try to stand, her hair pulls hard, she squeals, then follows my pulling and stands.

“Do exactly what I say and I won’t kill you. Do what I say, and I won’t kill Ella.” I look over at the precious girl, who stares back at me with wide teary eyes. I look back at Grace, who goes completely still, staring into my eyes in horror, unable to comprehend.

“Do what I say, and nothing happens ... to the baby.” At the reference to her newborn sleeping in the other room, Grace screams and thrashes against my hand, vicious, fighting me with everything she has. I shake my head in disappointment, letting go of her hair.

I climb onto the bed and straddle kneeling over Ella’s belly. “Every time you complain, or fight, or anything I don’t like, I’ll do something you don’t like.” I grab one of Ella’s tiny tits through her pajama top and twist hard. There’s not much there at all, just a small mound and little nipple. But she squeals in agony.

A few seconds of muffled screaming from Ella, and Grace starts to change from anger to pleading. Her tone changes, now mumbling something repeatedly over and over. It sounds like she’s saying ‘OK OK OK’. Both girls are crying. I raise my eyebrow, staring at Grace. Then continue the torture Ella’s nipple.

Grace is still pleading and squealing. “You’re both still loud. Still annoying. Your choice ladies, naughty or nice?” I continue. She continues begging, shaking her head and sobbing hysterically. I crank on the girl’s breast more, Ella keeps screaming in pain.

This continues for a few full minutes. They finally start to get the idea. That if they annoy me, for any reason, they regret it. A few minutes more, and they start to break. Ella seems to go numb to the pain, barely whimpering, just breathing heavily. Grace just looks away, silent and still, lifeless eyes.

“That’s better,” I say, finally letting go. Now I can finally have some fun.

I look down between Ella’s legs. Her crotch has a little wet spot, the light pink fabric turned dark. A bit of pee trickled out in all her pain. I swoop down into 69 position on top of her. I bury my face in and inhale. My nose touching the little wet spot. Warm. The scent is sharp, sour. I lick my tongue out at it. Salty. Gross, but my dick swells in my shorts.

Her little face is turned away from her daddy’s crotch straddling her head. I hump down and slide my growing cock across her cheek through my pants. My balls sliding across her little ear and temple. I breathe in that scent again. My daughter’s pussy, her piss.

I hear a mumbling complaint from my left as Grace forgot the rules. I lift up and sit down a bit on the side of Ella’s head. I grip nipple again and crank hard. She squeals at first, then remembers it only stops if she stops. Grace remembers too. I smile. Such good girls.

I crawl off the bed and get completely naked. Damn, Kadir’s body is so tight and manly. He’s on the smaller side, lean. A very gifted soccer player throughout school. He moves with such energy. It’s fun to control him. Almost like controlling a video game character. You press a button and he just keeps going without really getting tired.

I go grab some restraints from the supplies. I walk over to Grace again. She knows not to resist. I put detachable cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then cut off the zip ties. I move her onto the bed so she’s kneeling straddled over Ella’s chest, facing the girl’s feet.

Grace lets out a sob and I stop moving and stare at her, which wordlessly tells her I’m considering punishment for the noise. She lowers her head submissively, going silent. I continue moving again, buckling her wrists together behind her back, and her ankles to the same straps where Ella’s wrists are bound.

With Grace still kneeling upright, I move behind her. I bend down to kiss Ella gently on the cheek, “Shh! It’s ok baby.” She smells a bit like pussy. I lick at her face, smell her hair. Grace’s squirt, dried but still noticeable, a bit sour. Fuck, this is great.

I kneel down low, sitting on my heels, straddling the girl’s face, and playfully slap my hard cock on her forehead a few times. Grace kneels right in front of me, facing away from me. I sit my cock and balls down on Ella’s helpless face and reach forward and grab Grace’s ass, which is about eye level with me now. I feel her up, squeezing her juicy, motherly cheeks. She’s shaking, but otherwise silently allows it.

I press my face forward straight into Grace’s butt, my nose digging in her ass crack. Her gray shorts so soft, the sweatpants material fuzzy and warm on my nose and mouth. I motorboat and rub my face around. Then breathe in her scent. That musk. A hint of stinky asshole. But mostly sweet and feminine. I sigh in pleasure, my cock pulsating, splayed across Ella’s gagged mouth and chin.

I lift off Ella’s face, kneeling upright and hugging Grace from behind. My cock pokes against her ass cheek. I grab her soft hair and pull her head back, like a rough lover. I nuzzle in her neck, behind her ear, breathing in her hair and skin. I hold her around the belly with my other arm, squeezing her tight, feeling her motherly warmth. I move my arm up and grab her tits over her white tank top. So fleshy and soft. God I could live here forever.

I move my hand down her front, over the top of her shorts, feeling the wet spot in her crotch. “Do you remember what you did, babe?” I whisper in her ear. I rub my fingers around, getting them damp. “Just a little while ago? You came. You squirted right on your daughter’s face. Do you remember?” Grace’s breathing goes unsteady, I can tell she’s confused. She doesn’t remember. They must totally black out when I take over.

“It’s true. Here, smell.” I raise my hand from her pussy to her nose. She goes to resist, but stops herself for fear of punishment. I rub the wet fingers around her nose aggressively. Dig into nostrils, coating her with her own juice. I feel her holding her breath, then she convulses slightly, almost gagging.

Tears run down her cheeks. I lick at them. Salty. Then I lick at her nose. It’s a bit runny from crying. Nasty with snot and now a bit of pussy juice. My cock swells tight against her ass cheek over her shorts. The feeling of being able to do anything, to be as weird as I want. This is amazing.

I push Grace down, so she’s kneeling in doggie position, crook of her knees under Ella’s armpits, calves tucked under her daughter’s arms. With her hands bound behind her back, her upper body falls down flat, unable to support itself with anything, laying belly to belly on top of Ella. From tits up, Grace lays facedown directly on the mattress between Ella’s spread legs.

“God, that’s fucking hot,” I mutter. My little daughter lies faceup with arms and legs spread wide toward the four corners of the bed. Pale pink pajamas with snowflakes all over, almond skin, long black hair splayed out. Her face trying to turn away from her mother’s ass hovering in 69 position over her head.

Grace lies flat on her daughter, except her ass propped high in the air, on her knees, blonde and brown hair down between the girl’s legs, gray shorts, white tank top.

I grab the Grace’s ass, playing around with it, kneading and spreading her cheeks over her shorts. I slap a few times, hard. She shifts but knows better than to resist. I bend in and put my face straight into her crotch, jiggling her ass cheeks, rubbing my face up and down against ass crack and down into the wet spot of her crotch. Inhaling her incredible scent. Slight smell of sweat I realize, probably from the intense dildo fucking. I kiss gently on crotch, on cheeks. I slap again. I press her cheeks in around my face as I have my way with her.

I look straight down and see little Ella, staring back up at me in utter shock. She simply can’t comprehend why her daddy is doing this. Those bold eyebrows furrowed, little hazel eyes teary and bloodshot. “Hi baby girl, you want some too?”

I press down hard on Grace’s ass to lower her, but she doesn’t move much. Maybe resisting, maybe just not understanding. So I slap as hard as I can down on her ass, cheeks rippling. She lets out a squeal and lowers down a bit toward Ella’s face. “More! All the way down!” I slap again.

She spreads her knees farther apart, squatting all the way down, kind of like frog legs. Her crotch sitting down on poor Ella’s head.

The little girl turns away from it, her mother’s pussy pressed down on the side of her face. The girl’s arms are spread wide above her head, poking out from under Grace’s thighs, and her little head of black hair is half smothered, just peeking out from under Grace’s ass. Such a great sight, the girl so pathetically small, squished under her mommy.

I go get some scissors and then return. I lay down on my side at the head of the bed, getting my face as close as I can to the top of Ella’s head, laying in close with her, my face pressed to her head, smelling her sweet hair. Mango. I caress her face and try to sooth her a bit.

Grace’s ass pressed down on the side of her daughter’s head, inches away from mine. I reach up and grab those beautiful ass cheeks, massaging them over the gray shorts. I press them down a bit, smushing onto Ella’s head. I slap the ass, watching it ripple a bit onto Ella’s face. The girl underneath whimpers softly.

I pull up the shorts a bit, riding them up Grace’s ass, revealing a bit more upper thigh, a bit of the bottom of her cheeks exposed over Ella. I play around with the crease, rubbing and tickling at pussy, taint, and asshole beneath. Breathing in Ella’s sweet shampoo. “Mmm baby, isn’t mommy so sexy? Look at that ass.”

I take the scissors and slowly slide them up under the gray fabric of her shorts, starting at inner thigh. “Now both of you need to hold still. We don’t want anyone getting cut, ok?” I have them so well-trained at this point. They both know to stay silent and still.

I cut the thin sweatpants fabric, running from leg hole to leg hole, horizontally straight across Grace’s ass, snipping slowly and revealing more and more bare skin underneath. Leaving the waistband intact, she now appears to wear more of a skirt, or loin cloth. I yank it up out of the way, both front and back, revealing full ass and pussy, pressed down on Ella’s cheek and head.

The smell hits me, a strong musk of woman. Sweat and pussy, yet still mostly overpowered by sweet soapy scents. Vanilla and cinnamon.

I grab and play around with Grace’s ass cheeks, still leisurely laying on my side, my face inches from her crotch, pressed up close to Ella’s head underneath her. I squeeze and spread and smush with one hand, laying comfortably on my other arm.

I take in the moment, a father just laying in bed with his wife and daughter, keeping warm on a cold winter night.

I take my time inspecting the mother’s naked ass and crotch. So beautiful, such a natural look to her, yet well-kept and pampered. Her skin all over is pretty fair, but clearly this area never sees the light of day. Her ass cheeks and thighs are pale white, but the skin further in around pussy and asshole is a bit darker, lewd. Her skin has goosebumps from her being so scared, so exposed.

A tiny dark mole on her inner buttcheek, right next to her asshole. A little hair here and there, missed in her shaving. Quite a few around her anus, that area not messed with very much. The dark brown wrinkled hole, a bit crude and gross. I spread her cheek again and watch the hole pucker and wink at me slightly. A bump of flesh leading out of it down toward her taint. Little flaws like this are so interesting on this mostly perfect woman.

Her taint is a bit damp, sweat and pussy juice. I spread her cheeks apart over and over. A loose pube stuck to her taint. I pull it off, and caress my finger, feeling her slick crotch up and down.

She trembles as I touch her. Clearly this woman is not used to being looked at here, inspected like a piece of meat. For the first time in her life, a man lies inches from her pussy and asshole, just staring, feeling at his own leisure. Her humiliation radiates off her. But this is what she’s meant for, a wife like this needs to be used for her husband’s pleasure.

Farther down, her pretty pussy. This is more closely scrutinized and groomed. They must have a very vanilla sex life, this area being the only spot paid very close attention. Her inner lips fold out like a nice little flower, pink and fleshy, hanging out just a bit. I pull on her cheek and her pussy opens a bit, a slight sticky sound as the lips part. Dark pubes, trimmed and groomed perfectly, giving enough hair to make her look womanly and natural. But clean-shaven further out, tidy. The hair a bit more dense across her pubic mound.

And the smell wafting from her. God damn, so sensual. A heat radiates from her crotch. My dick swells painfully, but I’m in no rush tonight.

I slap her ass cheeks a few times, enjoying watching them ripple onto Ella’s face beneath. I press down on Grace’s hips to smush her pussy down onto Ella’s cheek, rubbing back and forth a bit.

Roughly, without warning, I stick my dry index finger into Grace’s sticky pussy hole. She has dried up quite a bit since earlier. Her lips fold in on themselves instead of sliding, my finger blocked by insane tightness, clearly rejected by her vagina. I pull out, then flick my middle finger hard against her asshole, Smack! Grace yelps. I flick into pussy lips, Smack! She tries to stay silent, only letting out a heavy breath.

I stick my finger in pussy again, wiggling hard until I force a knuckle in. For the first time ever, I don’t care about the woman, about what she feels or wants. I enter her for my pleasure alone. Still dry and sticky, not waiting to lube up at all, I jab in deeper without remorse.