Chapter 2

By time I got back home, it was almost 11pm. I quickly took a shower and tried on my new "mask." I had purchased one of those almost skin-like masks—only it wasn't of a dead President. Only my lips and eyes were visible. I took five minutes ordering more mini-cameras like the ones I had installed in the Grant house and some other specialized equipment.

I popped a Viagra at 11:30 and by midnight, I was out the door, again dressed in black jogging pants and a black shirt. Fifteen minutes later, with my smaller duffel bag in hand complete with several items, including my cameras. As I approached the house, I noticed there was a light still on. Nevertheless, I quietly entered through the carport door.

Even though it was midnight, I could hear the shower water running. The door was closed. I eased back to the living room and unplugged the landline portable phone base—it was the only landline phone they had. I then set up a cell phone jammer—one that I just purchased.

I moved back down into the hallway and stripped of everything but my mask. My cock, thanks to the Viagra was now at full attention. With my fake pistol in hand, I slowly turned the bathroom door knob all the way—it made no sound. I then eased the door open just far enough so that I could use the bathroom mirror over the sink to look into the room. The shower curtain was pulled, with the water still running. She couldn't hear anything over the water. So I pushed into the room, standing just outside the shower/tub.

I eased the corner of the curtain back just a little to look inside and found her asleep with her head resting in the 90° corner of the wall. I clamped my hand down over her mouth with my left hand, firmly holding her shoulders down with my right as she was jolted awake. She screamed into my hand, although it wasn't very loud. Her eyes were filled with terror as I began talking.

"Surprise!" I began, "Are you glad to see me?"

She screamed into my hand again, flailing wildly, water going everywhere.

"Settle down," I continued calmly, "You enjoyed the last time. You'll enjoy this time."

After she calmed down, I said, "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, you'll pay for it. Are you going to be good?"

She nodded 'yes.'

I took my hands off of her and said, "Good, now get up, dry off, and let's go talk."

She said nothing as she got out and dried off. I pulled her into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed.

"Where's your camera?" I asked immediately.

She got it off the bedside table, handing it to me.

"Sit down," I told her as I turned the camera on. She sat next to me as I began looking at the pictures. As I looked, I asked, "Did you call Mr. Hall today?"

At this she froze; I remained silent until I got to the last picture. I turned to her, this time looking at her, repeating my question.

"I ... I ... I forgot," she replied.

"That's not acceptable," I said angrily. I got up, taking my video recorder and tripod out of the duffel bag, and for the second time in two nights, reassembled it and pointed it at the bed (even though now I had "good" cameras set up all over the room).

Once the camera was in place I again sat next to her and said, "Lean over my lap."

"What?" she asked as though she didn't understand me.

"Lean over my lap!" I repeated more loudly, and more firmly.

"Why?" she asked, but there was no doubt she knew the reason. Although she has a slightly darker complexion than most white women, she broke out into a blush. Her nipples almost immediately hardened and her breathing quickened.

"You disobeyed," I answered her, "You're going to be punished."

"You can't do this!" she countered, although weakly.

"I can do whatever I want," I declared, "But if you don't do what I'm telling you to do, I'll make you do it AND THEN you will receive another punishment for disobeying me on this!"

Shaking, like a naughty little girl, she rose to her feet. With her head down, she leaned downward, placing her stomach across my knees. She continued leaning downward until her upper body was almost vertical—except her head was pointed at the floor. Her ass was pointed upwards, her legs draped on the other side of my lap.

"You will learn to obey me. You will also learn there are consequences when you don't," I told her as the palm of my hand struck her right ass cheek, although not terribly hard. But the sound and the sudden shock of it caused her to jerk violently, her head nearly coming all the way up before re-taking its previous position.

I took my time on the first five strikes, enjoying how her ass jiggled with each strike, and now her skin turned a light reddish color as my hand print appeared. But after lick number five, I began whipping her the same way she would have been whipped as a little girl—hard and steady. It wasn't long before I could smell a familiar smell. But I couldn't believe she would be getting off on this—I was whipping her hard!

I lost count of how many licks I had administered. She was crying profusely, begging me to stop. As my final lick connected with her lower ass, without warning, I slid two fingers down the crack of her ass, across her perineum, and easily into her slick cunt—she was soaked.

I pulled them out, stood her up and without mentioning her slick pussy, I said, "Next time, you'll pick one of your husband's belts out for me to use."

She nodded, wiping her eyes, sniffing back another sob.

"Who is the guy in these pictures?" I asked, again looking at the pictures on her camera.

"My neighbor from across the street, Joe Smith," she replied.

"I don't see any pictures with his cock in your ass," I said looking up, "What happened to that?"

"I didn't know I had to do that too!" she replied worried.

"From now on, whether it is Joe, Matt, me, or whoever else I decide to invite over, you will offer them everything. Do you understand?" I asked firmly.

"Yes," she replied nodding.

"Good, now suck my cock," I said shaking it at her. It was still hard.

She dropped to her knees and immediately engulfed my cock head, slowly working her way downward, as though she were an old pro.

It didn't take longer than two minutes for me to feel that familiar twing in my nuts.

"I don't want you to swallow any of it," I told her as I began to cum, "Hold it all in your mouth!"

She pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth. I came in buckets, unsure whether she was going to be able to hold it all. After twenty or so seconds of shooting my load into her awaiting mouth, I finally finished—only to find a half-hardened cock still staring up at me.

After a moment of rest, I grabbed the camera and zoomed in on her face, "Open your mouth."

She did, showing the camera the entire load I had just deposited in her mouth.

"Let me see your tongue," I told her. She moved it around her mouth, which looked like a sea of cum. It was very clear on the camera. Satisfied, I then said, "Now swallow."

I could clearly see her Adam's apple move as she swallowed. Without being told, she reopened her mouth, showing the camera her now empty mouth.

"Very nice," I commented placing the camera back on the tripod, "Now let's talk about tomorrow morning for a minute."

Twenty minutes later, our little talk was over. She was very unhappy about her "assignment" but knew she really had no choice.

"Lean over the bed," I ordered. Without hesitation she placed her upper body on the bed, which put her ass at my waist level. I made sure to properly position the camera before pressing the same tube of KY that I'd used the night before into her asshole. Removing the tube, I immediately pressed the head of my cock at her anal opening, pressing just enough to make her believe I was going to push inward. Her entire body tensed up as I did. After a moment of pressing just hard enough to make her sphincter open, I told her, "Turn over on your back.

Now totally confused, she did as she was told. I pulled her forward until her ass was at the edge of the bed. I then had her hold her legs open and back as far as she could—which totally opened her pussy and asshole to me.

Once again, I pressed my cock against her asshole only this time I watched as her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O' as her entire body tensed for the invasion. As I pressed forward, my right thumb was on her clit, slowly manipulating her tiny cock-like appendage. Her pussy was already soaked from the spanking. My playing with her clit only made her flood that much more.

This went on for ten minutes or so, I continuously picked up speed to the point I was steadily fucking her ass, but at the same time I continued to increase the tempo to which my thumb moved along her slit (mostly on her clit). It was during this time that it became apparent that her earlier discomfort had turned into pleasure. By the ten minute mark, she was panting, her eyes were closed, and her breathing had significantly increased, moaning slightly.

I pushed her legs back just a little further, driving my cock into her stretched asshole. My hips slammed into the back of her upturned ass cheeks, driving as deeply as I could. Her moans turned to cries and within only a few more minutes, she was ready to cum. I pushed my middle finger into her slit as far as I could while still using my thumb on her clit.

I spoke softly, saying, "What is your neighbor' name?"

"Joe," she whispered between breaths, barely audible, "Joe Smith."

"Do you want to watch him take it in the ass like you are?" I asked continuing to fuck her. I immediately had her attention with that statement. I continued, "Play with your own clit if you want to see this happen to him!"

She moved her hand down to her clit and began frigging herself as I continued driving into her bowels.

"You better not get off unless I tell you too," I then told her.

"Please, I am so close!" she immediately protested.

I ignored her, continuing, "How about if we make your friend Joe Larryd your husband over this bed and fuck him like this while you sit naked, next to them, fingering yourself. Would you like that?"

She was now rapidly frigging herself. I pulled out of her ass, wiped my cock on the bedspread, before pressing into her soaking wet pussy. I then easily pressed my pointer finger into her still slick asshole, finger-finger it as I now fucked her pussy.

"How about if we have Mr. Hall, Joe, and your daughter's fiancé, his name is Larry, right? What if we had all three of them fuck you and Dale together?"

She was frigging herself at a frantic pace now, while I slammed into her pussy.

"You like Larry, don't you?" I continued, "I bet you would like to see him fuck your husband's brains out, just like I was yours a moment ago."

She screamed out an orgasm, so loud that I put a pillow over her face. She screamed for what seemed like ten minutes, as I steadily fucked her pussy. After a few seconds, she finally pushed the pillow away, breathing heavily, sweat beads running down her now very red face.

"I never told you to cum," I pointed out as soon as she was calm enough to comprehend.

"But..." she began now worried, but I cut her off.

"No 'buts, '" I told her immediately, "I told you not to cum unless I told you too. I never did. So it's punishment time."

I pulled out of her still soaking wet pussy, grabbed the tube of KY, re-inserting and dispensing its contents in her ass, before I pressed my cock as far into her backdoor as I could.

"Now," I began after bottoming out, "This is going to be your second punishment. As you recall I whipped you the first time. Since this is fuckup number two, you will receive two punishments. If you don't do the first punishment to my liking, you'll get a third—and so forth until you've completed two punishments to my liking. Do you understand?"

She was now shaking, tears in her eyes, as she nodded 'yes.'

I pulled out of her momentarily to move her up on the bed. I then climbed on top of her as if to fuck her in the missionary position, only I didn't re-enter her pussy. I steadily fucked her ass in silence for a few moments before continuing, "I want you to tell me a story—a sex story. During the story, I want you to play with your clit again. If you feel the need to cum, again, you must first get my permission. If you don't, more punishments will follow. You have twenty minutes to get me off with this story. If I haven't gotten off, that will be considered another fuck up on your part. So it better be good. The story can include any member of your family, your neighbor, your soon to be son-in-laws and his family, but they have to be involved in some way with your family, and the Hall's—they too have to be involved in some way with your family. It does not have to be a real story, but it must be something that COULD happen. The clock begins as soon as you speak."

"Please don't make me do this! Please, something else!" she pleaded.

"The clock has now begun, since you spoke," I pointed out.

There was silence for three solid minutes before she began. I put her hand on her clit as a reminder of what else she was supposed to do. During the silence, I slowed fucked into her well-lubed asshole, waiting patiently, my cock at half-mast.

"Well," she began softly. She hesitated, looked over at the clock and realized she had already wasted four minutes, and then seemed to get a little determination, "Several months before Renee and Larry got engaged, I got home early from work. His vehicle was in the driveway, but I didn't think anything because he is always over here."

She continued rubbing her clit as she spoke, "I went inside, but didn't see anyone in the kitchen or living room. I walked down the hall and the door to Renee's room was closed. I stood outside the door and heard moaning. It got quiet all of a sudden and before I knew it the door flew open and Larry was standing there, naked, looking down at me."

He said, "So, Mrs. Grant, are you interested in what's happening in here?"

"I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed. I looked down at the floor, but his penis was standing up and I could see that he had been using it on Renee," Darla continued, "He grabbed my shoulder, pulling me into the room, slamming the door behind me."

"Larry," Renee began to say.

"Shut up Renee," he snapped back at her, "Your mom was listening in on us. I think she wants to join us. Is that right Mrs. Grant, or should I say Darla?"

"I certainly do not!" I protested, Darla continued her story, "He slapped me hard across my face and told me that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do."

"Renee," he said to her without taking his eyes off me, "Get your camera."

"She immediately did as she was told," Darla continued, "Handing him her digital camera."

"It's time you properly introduced me to your mom, Renee," Larry continued, "Take off her clothes."

"Absolutely not!" I protested vehemently, "Get out of my house right now and don't you ever come back here. And I don't want you around my daughter ever again either!"

"He simply slapped me even harder across the face telling me to 'shut up, '" Darla continued the story.

He pointed the camera at us and said, "If you two don't start now, I'll rip the clothes off of you and then we will sit here until Deanna gets home and I'll do what I'm planning to do to you, with her as well. Is that what you want?"

"Mom," Renee butted in before I could respond, "Let's just do what he says."

"You'll leave Deanna out of this?" I asked him.

"Maybe," he replied, "But you are certainly in no position to bargain. Now strip her Renee!"

"Renee immediately began unbuttoning my shirt. I simply stood there and let her, with Larry filming it all. When I was finally naked, he had Renee and I stand side by side as if we were posing for pictures. We had to smile for the camera. He made us turn around, with our arms around each other's waists, as he filmed our backsides—telling us the whole time what he was filming and why. He then had Renee lie down on the bed."

"Mom," Renee began after getting a nod from Larry, "Eat my pussy."

"He grabbed me and before I could protest, he had my face pressed into her crotch," Darla continued.

"If she hasn't cum by the time Deanna gets home, guess what you get to do next?" he asked me with a wicked laugh.

"So I began eating her out. At the same time, he got behind me and pressed his cock into me, forcing himself in me," she continued her story, "Then we heard a door close. I started to get off the bed when Renee grabbed me by the back of the head, holding my face against her vagina."

"It's pussy," I corrected her quickly before letting her continue.

"Larry jumps off the bed just in time for Deanna to walk to the doorway of the bedroom," she continued the story.

"HEY!" Deanna protested as Larry grabbed her, yanking her into the bedroom.

"I'm already fucking your mom," he threatened her, "If you cooperate, I'll leave your daddy out of this."

"Deanna started to cry," Darla continued, "She said nothing, though, nor did she fight when Larry unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them and her panties down her legs..."

By this time, Darla was beginning to frantically build up another clit-rhythm. I took over her story, doing my best not to shoot my own load prematurely.

"Larry had her take her jeans and panties off, leaving her in nothing but a top, her little, virgin pussy was on display. She was extremely embarrassed and now crying. Renee pulled your face out of her pussy long enough for you to watch as Larry forced Deanna to lie on the bed next to her," I continued the story, "Renee guided your face into Deanna's pussy, forcing you to eat her out for several minutes. When she was sure Deanna was wet enough, she pulled your face back far enough to be out of the way, but left you close enough to watch as Larry pushed his cock into your youngest daughter's virgin pussy."

"Please! May I get off!" Darla pleaded.

"If I let you," I said after a moment of silence, "You're going to be my bitch for a long, long time. Understand?"

"Yes! Anything! Just let me..." She pleaded.

"Okay," I told her, "You can."

She got off almost immediately. I slammed into her asshole a few more quick, deep times before unloading my pent-up juices into her. I must have cum for a full five minutes—or it seemed like it. Sweating profusely, we both simply laid there until I finally fell out.

After a few minutes of recuperating, I stood and prepared to leave.

As I did I said, "Your second punishment is to call your neighbor, tonight, and do whatever you must to have him come over here and stay with you. I don't care if you fuck or not, tonight, but he must stay with you for the rest of the week and after tonight, you must fuck regularly AND I better get those anal sex pictures I didn't get last time! You will involve Mr. Smith in your assignment for tomorrow morning. I don't care how you involve him, that's up to you."

I paused and then said, "Remember, I have your little sex story on video. It'll be our little secret as long as you fully cooperate. Since Mr. Smith is going to be here, you may not see me again for a while. Or, I may break in and fuck you both—you'd like that too much though wouldn't you?"

"Of course I wouldn't!" she responded quickly.

"Sure you would," I replied smiling, "Remember, we don't have any secrets—other than my identity, but you don't need to know that to get off with me, now do you?"

With that I left, hurrying home just in time for the phone to ring.

"Joe," the voice called softly, "It's Darla."

"Hey," I said trying my best to sound groggy.

She quickly replied, "I'm sorry, but could I ask you a favor?"

"Yeah, anything," I replied yawning.

"Could you come over?" she asked.

I was silent for a moment, just long enough for her to ask if I was still there.

"Yeah, I'm here," I replied, "Why do you want me over there now? It's really late!"

"I know," she replied, "I just want some company."

After another moment of silence, I replied, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

I took the quickest shower of my life, and then hurried to throw on some old shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped on a robe and some slippers before setting out down my sidewalk, across the street, and through her front door, which was unlocked. I locked it behind me.

"Thanks Joe," she said coming out of the hallway, "I really appreciate it."

I noticed she had on a long white robe, tied at her waist.

"Come sit at the kitchen table a minute," she said. I could tell she was worried, "I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Is everything okay?" I asked as I walked over to the table and took a seat.

"Yes," she hesitated and then said as she sat in the chair next to mine, "Joe, I have something to tell you."

"I knew something was wrong," I said immediately noting her worried tone.

"I don't know where to start," she began, tears welling in her eyes, "It's, it's awful."

With all the concern I could muster, I reached out and held her shaking hands as I said, "It's okay, you can tell me."

She looked up at me and said, "Joe, for the past two nights, I've been raped."

"What?" I asked astonished, "Raped? How? When? Who?"

I was reeling off questions of concern and then feinted outrage!

"I don't know who," she replied. She started to cry as she said, "The reason I had sex with you tonight is because he told me if I didn't, he would hurt my family. That's also why I had you take those pictures. He wanted them too."

"Where are the pictures now?" I asked beginning to stand, as though I were going to rip them into pieces.

"He's got them," she said pulling me back into my seat. She reached to the chair next to her and placed a large manila envelope on the table in front of me and said, "I'm supposed to show you these."

With a look of outrage and confusion, I opened the envelope. The pictures I had developed the day before were now before me. The 8x10 color shots were very detailed.

"Why did he want me to see these?" I asked after looking at a few of them with disgust (or what she thought was disgust).

"Because he wants me to impress upon you how important it is—for me--to see that you cooperate," she replied as though ashamed.

"What? He wants me to cooperate?" I asked with a pissed off laugh, "He must be out of his fucking mind."

"You don't understand, Joe," she said grabbing my hand firmly, "If you don't cooperate, he'll post these pictures and the video he made of me on the internet. The pictures you and I took earlier tonight will also be on there."

She paused a moment, looking at me pleadingly, "Joe! He's serious. Those pictures will destroy my family. I'll lose my job. I'll lose everything!"