Chapter 5

After they got home, Martha remembered forcing them into sex, with each other and with her and Matt. She also remembered both women hating every second of it. She remembered leaving them both in what appeared to be shock—especially Liz. But she also remembered that they were completely terrified of her.

Matt remembered that I set him up and had him by the balls. He never thought once to "compare notes" with his wife. They never spoke about it, simply believing the other knew what was going on—Martha believed Matt was totally in on her dominating the Grants; Matt believed that Martha understood they were being blackmailed by me to do whatever I wanted because I had caught them on video raping Darla.

After the Hall's were gone, I immediately had Liz and Darla forget being ordered to fuck me. They only knew they had a deep urge to do so.

I fucked the mother-daughter combo to five orgasms and when we were finished, all slept in the same bed, exhausted. Both women hugged up to either side of me as we slept soundly, both telling me they 'loved me' before falling asleep. Neither knew why they said it, but both firmly believed they were falling in love with me.

The Hall's arrived the next morning at 10am. At this point, everyone "re-remembered" the previous night exactly how it had happened (with only a few changes as mentioned above) only now Liz and Darla were virtually "in love" with me. Darla had already begun to fall for me because of all my "help." Liz had never met me before yesterday. She had been "informed" of all that I had done for her daughter, which was in addition to the fantastic fucks I had given her. All of this helped her decide that she too was 'falling' for me.

Although I hadn't had a lot of time to plan, I did manage to get up early to upload my laptop's new pictures to my big computer at home. I also uploaded the memory cards for the camera and cleared them. I had these pictures in addition to those that I had from the state-of-the-art surveillance system I had installed at the beginning of the week.

I also noticed I had several packages stacked up underneath my carport. I had just enough time to take them inside—it was another complete surveillance as well as two more laptop computers.

I quickly made several more online purchases, including state-of-the-art lightening equipment.

I re-arrived back at the Grants after a quick shower. I brought another of the other laptops, another video camera, and six more memory cards—added to the six I already had.

As though on cue, Martha "ordered" me to set up "her" equipment in the living room. She made sure the other camera was still set up in the master bedroom like it had been the night before—and it was.

I connected my new video camera to the large screen television and my new laptop—exactly the way it was in the bedroom.

At 10:50am, Rick and Joy Rials and family pulled into the driveway.

Unlike the menacing introduction the Hall's made to Liz, I decided to make this cordial. Since she was "in charge," Liz felt compelled to introduce everyone.

Joy was beautiful, and her daughters did not fall far from the tree. Darla was an average looking woman—although attractive. Joy was simply beautiful. At forty the mother of three easily looked eight to ten years younger. She was just a little taller than her mother, around 5'6 or 5'7 and weighs around 135. Her brown hair falls over her shoulders to mid-upper back. Just as Liz described, Joy's tits were very large and were bigger than her mother's. The jeans she was wearing molded her fantastic ass perfectly—not only does her ass flare (wide but not too wide), but it sticks outward beautifully. I could hardly control myself!

Kimberly, her oldest daughter, was twenty. At around 5'3, she weighs around 160, she was a little overweight—with a hint of love handles on the sides. Her stomach seemed to "pouch" slightly over her jeans, but not badly—it could even have been from her terrible posture. Her shoulders were slumped over—very unattractively. Like her mother, her hair was straight and brown, but it fell to around mid-back. Her tits were definitely the largest in the family—by far, and they looked as though they even rivaled Martha's. Her ass closely resembled her mother's, although slightly smaller.

Dana, their youngest daughter at seventeen, was at the most 5'0 and might be 100 pounds. Even though her tits were relatively small, probably a B cup, her ass sticks outward better than either her mother or sister. She simply had no flair. Her blonde hair was brushed straight, falling just above the swell of her breasts. She was the most beautiful member of the family—she had the face of an angel, although she still had braces.

All three chose to wear jeans. Joy was wearing a white button down, three-quarter length shirt, untucked. The girls simply wore t-shirts.

Michael, their fifteen year old son, followed his dad Rick in. They both looked a lot alike—both with black hair and darker complexion. Michael was around 6'0 but was a string bean—probably weighing 125 or so.

Rick wasn't so tall, around 5'9, and had a little more meat him—probably 180 or 185.

As I shook Rick's hand, I took an "inventory" of his thoughts. I immediately found a very weak spot. I smiled as I shook his hand as Liz introduced us. I did the same to Michael, who was a typical teenage hormone, for lack of a better description. His mind was on nothing but girls and sex.

I heartily slapped Rick on the back and said, "Come on in the kitchen, let's get a beer."

I made sure everyone act normally for a few minutes as I led Rick into the kitchen to get the beer, and then onto the back porch.

We popped the open the cans, taking long swigs before I said, "It sure is a nice day."

"Definitely," he replied, "Not a cloud in the sky."

Although I had previously had an idea of how I wanted the day to evolve, for some reason I immediately decided that I wanted to "play fair" when it came to Rick. I wanted to see what he allowed to happen in order to save his ass—how far would he go before I had to "tweak" his actions? Even though I had "cheated" a little when I essentially read his mind earlier, it was only just a little.

We small talked until we finished the beer.

"Rick," I began my 'small-talk' tone suddenly changing. He didn't immediately pick up on it until I said, "I know about your secretary at work, Gayle Simpson. I know you've been fucking her for two years now and I know Joy knows nothing about it."

He looked at me with stunned confusion. His mind was screaming, "How in the hell does this complete stranger know all of that!?!?" He simply looked at me with wild eyes, quickened breathing, and the beginnings of anger.

At the same time, I had the fun begin in the living room—although only just a little.

"What are you talking about?" he finally managed to choke out. He started to take a nervous sip of beer until he re-remembered it was empty.

"Don't fuck around with me, Rick," I replied without even the slightest trace of doubt, "Hell, I even know her last name and how long it has been going on. So don't fucking play dumb. That insults my intelligence."

He was silent a moment, thinking about his next statement before he asked, "What do you want?"

"I'm not sure I understand," I replied.

"To keep this quiet, what do you want?" he asked nervously.

I replied, "You're total cooperation the entire time you are here at this house."

"Doing what?" he asked.

"That part doesn't matter," I replied, "But I will assure you that if you do cooperate, I will: one, keep our little secret a secret, and two, you won't regret it—just trust me on that one."

"How can I trust you? I don't even know you?" he shot back nervously.

"You don't really have a choice," I pointed out, "I could march in there and tell everyone."

"My wife wouldn't believe a complete stranger," he pointed out.

"Really?" I asked, "Normally, you would probably be right. But since I'll have you right there with me, you'll probably give yourself away. You're starting to sweat talking about it to me. There's no telling what you'll start doing around her, especially if she does one of those, 'Tell me the truth, Rick, ' in front of everyone."

He thought about that for a moment before saying, "Okay, you're probably right. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to keep in mind, as things unfold, that you will benefit from the results," I repeated myself, making sure he didn't forget my earlier promise.

"Okay," he replied still nervous, but not like he had been only a few moments before.

"When we go back inside, Matt and Martha will be 'in charge, '" I told him.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked quickly,

"Don't worry about that right now," I replied, "You'll be happy you just went along with the plan. Deal?"

"Okay," he replied.

"Oh," I said before leading him back into the house, "Protest a little, but not too much. Remember, ultimately, do what they tell you, okay?"

"Okay," he replied again.

We reentered the house to complete silence. From the back door, we couldn't see into the living room.

When we entered the kitchen, where you could see the living room, Joy immediately ran over to Rick and said, "Rick, these people are being absolutely rude to everyone. Please tell them to leave."

Rick glanced at me before looking towards the Hall's to speak.

Martha beat him to it, "Joy, I told you not to get off the couch!"

"What?" Rick asked not knowing exactly what to do.

"I didn't tell you to speak," Martha shot back. She then said, "Joy, back on the couch."

"Rick," Joy said angrily, although she clung to him worriedly, "Do something!"

"Yes, Rick," Martha replied, "Do something. Come over here by Matt."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't speak to my wife with that kind of tone," he replied without moving.

Matt walked up to Rick holding leather wrist cuffs and asked, "You can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it going to be?"

Rick immediately noticed the cuffs and instantly knew what they were. Joy saw something in Matt's hand but had no clue what they were for.

"Do what?" Rick asked.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back," Matt replied.

"Why hell no!" Rick replied angrily, "I'm..."

Matt landed a quick, solid right hook into Rick's stomach, completely taking him by surprise, instantly dropping him to the floor.

Joy kneeled beside him with tears of anger and fear rolling down her cheeks. The kids were riveted to their seat. They didn't say a word as they watched the events unfold, although they were both increasingly more worried as things progressively went downhill.

Joy looked up at Matt angrily said, "How dare you!"

She didn't see Martha walk up behind her. She felt her, though, when Martha violently grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, yanking her back to her feet—causing her to scream out in pain as she did. Joy's efforts to dislodge Martha's hand from her hair proved futile as she was led back to the couch.

"This is your only warning," Martha told her as she forced her to take a seat between her two daughters.

By this time, Matt had Rick's hands bound behind him. Rick was just now starting to regain his breath. Before he could say anything, however, a locking ball gag (with a dildo ring) adjusted firmly in his mouth. Matt then quickly bound his feet with steel ankle cuffs before running a steel chain around his waist and then one from his waist to the shackles. The shackles were so close together, he would only just be able to shuffle his feet. He then attached an adjustable spreader bar to his thighs. At the moment, it was in all the way.

When finished he helped Rick to his feet and over to a straight back chair where he helped him sit down.

"Be good," Matt said laughing.

"Now," Martha began looking at everyone with a slight grin, "Since everyone is ready to listen, we can continue."

"Why did you do that to him?" Joy asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Martha replied looking down at her. Without taking her eyes off Joy, she said, "Darla, go get those scissors I asked about earlier."

Darla immediately held them out.

I made sure Liz and Darla watched in silence, unless spoken too first. However, I also made sure that both of them felt sheer embarrassment, guilt, and trepidation as they watched the events unfold—but those emotions were not displayed on their faces. Strong feelings of arousal were also running through them, to their shock, causing both of them to silently berate themselves for being turned on by the horrible situation as well as their not being able to control themselves—both of them fidgeted, fighting the feelings welling up within them. Both of them just KNEW everyone could tell they were aroused, simply by looking at them. In reality you couldn't, of course.

"Since you already have them," Martha said pushing them back to a shaking Darla, "You can cut off his jeans."

"What?" Joy asked as though she didn't hear correctly, "Did you say for her to cut off his pants?"

"I sure did," Martha snapped back, "And if you're not quiet, yours will be next."

Joy immediately closed her mouth. Her face went from shock and anger to worry within a split second.

"Come here Michael," Martha called. Hearing his name caused him to jump.

"Please leave him alone!" Joy pleaded.

"Not another word from you or I'll gag you like your husband!" Martha threatened. She then looked at Kimberly and Dana and asked, "Can I trust you girls to stay put or am I going to have to chain you up?"

Neither spoke immediately but Kimberly finally said, "We'll stay put."

"Good," Martha replied. She turned back to Michael and with him looking at her, she began unbuttoning her dress—it had buttons all the way down the front, although it was a short dress. She dropped it to the floor, to the fifteen year olds stunned amazement, revealing a see through open bust teddy. There was nothing left to the imagination. Her huge tits were outlined in black lace.

There were immediate gasps from Joy and her daughters but no one spoke

Michael's mouth was slightly open, his breathing stopped, and his eyes were gaping open. He didn't know what to do.

"Like them?" she asked motioning to her tits.

He still said nothing.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she then asked.

"NO!" Joy protested immediately.

Martha looked over to Liz and said, "Take care of that."

"Joy," Liz immediately said, "Please."

"What? Mother!" Joy immediately shot back, "She's asking him if he would like to have sex with her. I can't just sit by and say nothing," Joy then looked back to Martha and said matter-of-factly, "And you need put your clothes back on!"

I was watching everything unfold from my position behind the camera. I had a side view to those sitting on the couch. For some reason, something about Kimberly drew me and because of this I did a quick inventory of her mind.

Even though she didn't have a boyfriend, she has many 'guy friends, ' several of which are 'friends with benefits.' Although she didn't consider herself bi-sexual, she did enjoy the few times she had made-out with a few of her 'girlfriends.'

The one thing that really stood out was her getting aroused by watching Martha dominate her parents. But she wasn't getting horny from the idea of being dominated, she was enjoying the idea of watching the domination. I 'planted' the idea of her assisting Martha and her arousal level jumped considerably. I watched as she fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to calm the fires that were now burning between her legs.

Everyone's attention was temporarily drawn away from Martha and Michael to Darla, as she continued cutting Rick's jeans off. After several minutes, she finally had them and (after being told too) his underwear completely cut off. He now only had on a t-shirt. His smallish cock, only 3 inches or so flaccid, was on view for everyone to see.

"As everyone can easily see," Martha commented, "Rick is at my mercy. As long as you all cooperate, he will be totally fine."

"Why are you doing this?" Joy asked again.

Martha ignored the question and said, "Joy, I need your husband's small cock as hard as it can get. So, please go suck him off unless you would like someone else to do it."

"You must be kidding!" she said with a short laugh, "I don't do that in the bedroom, much less in public."

"Fine," Martha replied, "Michael, go suck your father's cock."

Then she said, "Matt, make sure young Michael enjoys it too."

"What?!? No! Not him! Okay! I'll do it! Please!" she pleaded as she rose from the couch, but Martha pushed her back down.

"You made your choice, now you must watch the consequences of that choice," Martha told her.

Michael started to protest but Matt pulled him into position. Everyone had a perfect view as Matt unbuttoned and unzipped the boy's jeans, sliding his right hand under the waistband of his underwear, cupping his cock and balls.

"Hey!" Michael protested, "What the fuck!?!"

"Please!" Joy pleaded, "Don't..."

Martha cut her off again, "The next time I tell you to do something, you will remember what happens when you decide not to do it."

Matt pushed the protesting boy's jeans easily down his legs exposing his lower body to his entire family. His cock, similar in length to his dad's flaccid member, had only sparse pubic hair around it. Matt made him take his jeans and underwear completely off.

"It's okay, Michael," Martha tried to comfort him as Matt pushed him to his knees, "You'll have an opportunity to get your mother back for this."

Matt went to his knees next to the boy, pushing his head forward towards his dad's now growing cock. He forced Rick's cock against Michael's tightly closed mouth before reach down, squeezing his balls firmly. This caused Michael to cry out.

"Suck it and I won't do that again," Matt told him. Michael didn't need anymore reasons to comply. He quickly took his dad's shaft into his mouth, sucking it like a sucker.

Matt, after making sure Michael was busy doing what he was told, moved around the boy and pushed him forward more onto his hands and knees versus just his knees. Michael didn't pay any attention.

Matt pulled out his hard cock, quickly lubing it up with KY, before taking a spot directly behind Michael's displayed ass.

Joy was too late figuring out what he was up too, her warning coming as Michael felt pressure against his asshole. By this time, Rick was already completely aroused, at which time Martha quickly placed a leather cock and ball harness on him—making sure that he would not lose his erection until she decided. She also adjusted the bar between his legs outwards as far as it would go. His crotch area was completely open to everyone, including his asshole.

"What are you doing to him!?!" Joy cried out as she watched what they were doing. Michael cried out in pain, trying to pull away from Matt's strong grip. But he was simply too strong. Matt slowly, but steadily drove his cock into the boy's virgin asshole with his entire family watching in stunned shock.

"This is an example," Martha said to everyone, "Of what happens when you disobey an order. Something very bad could happen to you, but most likely it will happen to someone else. In this case, Michael is being introduced to anal sex because his mother refused to suck her own husband's cock. You all will do whatever we tell you to do, without any bitching or arguing. Everyone understand?"

She asked this as Matt was furiously jacking Michael's small cock. They all watched stunned as Michael blew his load into Matt's large hand.

"Did you like that?" Matt asked the completely embarrassed and demoralized boy. He didn't wait on a reply as he crawled on his knees over to the couch, which wasn't far.

"Feed it to Joy," Martha ordered him. Smiling, Matt opened his hand in front of the now disgusted woman.

She looked from Matt to his hand, to Martha, back to Matt's hand before she said, "You can't be serious?!"

"That's a punishment!" Martha roared angrily, "Pick which daughter is going to eat it!"

Seeing her mother in complete distress, Kimberly grabbed his hand, licking it clean with one lick.

"Don't you dare swallow that!" Martha roared. Kimberly froze, "Share it with your sister, since you decided to make a decision before being told. Dana, don't you swallow either."

Kimberly leaned across her mother and a still overwhelmed Dana leaned in to kiss her sister, who fed her their brother's spunk. Once they had completed the transfer, Martha said, "Okay, Dana, kiss your mother."

Joy, wide-eyed, looked at her daughter who was leaning in to make the transfer. Without really realizing what she was doing, Joy was locking lips with her youngest daughter, accepting her son's spunk into her mouth.

"Open your mouth," Martha ordered her after the transfer was complete. I snapped several really good pictures of her mouth full of cum, "You can swallow now."

Everyone watched as Joy swallowed.

"How was it?" Martha taunted her.

"Terrible," Joy replied.

"I highly doubt that," Martha replied. She then changed subjects, "Now, it's time for the check."

Everyone waited on edge for her to actually say what that meant.

"Girls, I need you to stand in front of the couch. Your aunt and grandmother will assist if needed. Michael, you can take a seat on the couch if you would like," Martha said ordering everyone around.

After everyone got where she had directed, she said, "Now, 'the check' is when we find out if Kimberly and Dana are virgins or not."

Kimberly immediately began to say something but Martha held up her hand to cut her off, "The only way OUT of 'the check' is by telling us you are not virgins. If you claim to be virgins, it has to be verified by me, your mother, and one other person in this room. If you say you are not virgins just to get out of the check, and then I find out otherwise, you will be severely punished. If you say you are not virgins and you REALLY ARE NOT, then since neither of you are married, your mother MUST either agree to a severe punishment—two if neither of you are virgins—or agree to do two things of my choosing, regardless of how repulsive, etc., she might think it is. She's being punished for raising one (or two) tramps, if in fact neither of you are not virgins."

Martha paused before continuing, "But you can choose to be checked. If you do, even if you are NOT VIRGINS, your mother will suffer no consequences. I must have both of you agree to the check."

They looked at each other not really knowing what to do. They knew they were certainly no virgins. I planted a "thought" in Kimberly's mind. She was already inclined to thinking that way anyway, making it very simple.

Kimberly immediately said, "Hell no I don't want to be checked. I'm definitely not virgin!"

Joy looked at Kimberly with dread. She knew that now she would have at least two punishments coming her way. She shuttered at the thought.

Dana then said, "Well, since she's not going to do it, and since she has already told, I'm no virgin either."

"Okay, ladies, you two can sit back on the couch," Martha replied, as I read their minds for another moment. When I had the answers I was looking for, I 'fed' Martha another series of questions for them. She asked, "Kimberly, can you get in touch with Eric (that was her current 'flame)?"

"Yeah," She replied without thinking to ask how Martha knew his name.

"Kimberly," Liz cut in immediately correcting her, "That's 'Yes ma'am.'"

"What?" Kimberly asked both confused and shocked that her grandmother was actually telling her to essentially respect this woman.

"You will say 'yes ma'am' or 'no ma'am, '" her grandmother clarified.

"Whatever," Kimberly replied.

Martha let it go as she got back to her questioning, "Dana, what about you? Can you get in touch with Pete?"

She just nodded.

Martha smiled and said, "Good. Joy, for your two punishments, your daughter's are going to call their significant others, Eric and Pete, over for a visit. When they get here, I'm going to tell Eric to fuck Kimberly and Pete to fuck Dana, just like normal, only we are all going to watch. Then they are going to swap sisters. Before they do, you will eat their cum out of both of your daughters. When they cum again, you'll clean the girls up again. Next the two boys will fuck your sister and mother. Once again, you will clean both women up afterwards. When that's done, they will draw straws—one will get your pussy, the other your asshole."

Joy, as was everyone else in the room, was shocked and horrified as she listened. Her hand was over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. Martha continued, "During all of that, you will have your jeans and panties around your ankles, your shirt and bra under your neck, with these two (she held up the items she was talking about) silver bullets inside of you—one in your ass, one in your pussy. When your daughter's are being fucked, your sister and mother will be playing with your clit, tits, and anything else that will speed up your orgasm. While they are being fucked, your daughters will be trying to get you off. If both groups (your mom and sister and both daughters) fail to get you off at least twice, THEY will be punished. Otherwise, you will get an additional punishment each time YOU get off AND you must get permission to get off BEFORE you do—so we'll all get to hear you ASKING to cum."

She paused to let that sink in before continuing, "All of this will happen in front of the cameras and it will ALL be put online."

Joy and her daughters looked at Martha, stunned and Michael had a raging hard-on.

"Or," Martha began again, "From this point forward, you will make sure that everyone is in total agreement that EVERYONE will cooperate and what I just told you won't happen. If cooperation ever stops, the scenario I just mentioned will immediately be carried out AND I will still get out of you all what I wanted to begin with. Is that a deal?"

There was silence for a moment before Joy asked, "So if we cooperate, none of that will happen?"

"None of that with their lovers," Martha replied, "We won't involve them."

"What about the rest of that stuff?" Joy quickly asked.

"You'll do a lot of it," Martha said honestly.

"So why should we cooperate?" Joy asked now confused.

"So you won't have to watch two young teenage boys fuck your entire family," Martha replied getting aggravated with the delay."

With a new idea, I made sure Liz and Darla would see it as my being forced to do so (Martha and Matt knew they were in charge only to the point I said otherwise). When I stepped forward, Martha smiled and immediately got quiet.

"Joy," I began, "I want full cooperation. What must be done for you to completely cooperate? Do you need more proof that you're family is completely turned on by this?"

I offered that question as though it was obvious to everyone but her. As I was saying it, I ramped up the arousal levels in Kimberly and Dana, causing them both to fidget slightly as their stunned mother looked around to see if I was right.

After a quick look around the room, she looked back at me and said, "No they aren't. Rick looks to be turned-on only because of the device she put on him to keep him that way."

"Okay," I immediately conceded, "That may be true. But we'll talk about him in a moment. What about Michael?" everyone's attention was again drawn to him, "He hasn't lost his boner since he got off earlier."

Joy quickly glanced at him, but then realized she was looking at her son's cock and, embarrassed, looked back at me.

"That's a little different," she stuttered, "He's a teenage boy. He's probably like that all the time."

"Again," I conceded, "You might be right about that. I can remember my teenage years, and I definitely had a hard-on most of the time."

I paused before I said, "Liz, Darla, come here."

They quickly came over to stand next to me—I situated them both immediately in front of Joy, who was still sitting on the couch between her daughters, Michael was squeezed in on the very end.

"What about your mother and sister?" I asked her, "Are they always turned-on? If they were soaking wet right now, what reason would they have?"

"But they aren't," Joy replied confidently, "There's no way any of this affected them in that manner."

"But what if it did," I asked again, "Hypothetically speaking, is there any other reason except for their enjoying, sexually, what's going on?

Joy seemed to try to come up with an answer but then said, "No. I guess not."

"Will you cooperate or do you need that proof first?" I asked.

"There's no way they are aroused," she began, "But just because they are doesn't have anything to do with me."

"But if everyone in this room is aroused, except you, then don't you think you should stop fighting this and allow things to simply happen?" I asked. This time I made sure of what she would say.