"How about if she cleans this off?" he said. "Your fucking daughter's so hot she takes more out of me than anybody else and it gets all over the place."
Franz thought for a moment. "All right. Renee, darling, lick Leslie's cock clean."
Renee trembled and tried to hide her head in the carpet, but it was hopeless. Franz prodded her with his foot, and she had to lift her head. There, right in front of her was Leslie's cock, dripping cum, the sticky white goo all over his shaft.
With a moan of submission, Renee leaned and licked at the thick cock. His prick was going down, but there was still enough stiffness in it for him to push it into her mouth and make her suck it as she cleaned it. Renee tasted his jism and Janine's pussy juices. They filled her mouth and made her gag with disgust.
Leslie held her hair, pushing his cock at her face until she had licked it clean and swallowed all the gooey cum.
"Now hold it and just lick the tip," he ordered.
Renee sobbed as she took hold of his half hard cock and let her tongue run over the large round cockhead. Drops of cum formed at the tiny slit, and she licked them away, sobbing in humiliation. He made her stay there until he was absolutely satisfied. Finally he pushed her away and she fell to the carpet, still sobbing in shame.
"Okay," said Franz, "time to eat, April. Take Renee into the kitchen and make sure she gets it right this time."
"Come on, you bitch!" April snapped, pulling at Renee's elbow.
The girl allowed herself to be hauled up and led into the kitchen.
"Fuck," April said, "you look a mess, wash your face."
Renee went to the sink and washed her face. Then she looked carefully and saw that April was busy with the oven, taking out the roast. She glanced at the back door. Quickly she tried the handle, but it was locked.
April turned from the oven and lunged at her. "Let me go!" Renee screamed, shoving the back door open and trying to pull away.
"You stupid bitch!" April snarled. "Do you know what he'd do to me if I let you get away? Franz, darling! Your favorite is trying to escape!"
She held on and spun Renee back into the room, flinging her against the wall.
"Oh, no," Franz said, standing in the doorway, "she wouldn't do that, would you, my darling?"
He came forward and slipped his hand under Renee's chin.
Renee sobbed and tried to pull her head away, but he held her tightly.
"Oh dear, so it was true." Franz turned back to the main room. "Janine come and help your mother!" Then he held Renee's chin again. "I have to show you that you don't do things like that. I'm sorry, it'll hurt a lot, but I have to do it."
"Oh, no, please. Franz darling! It wasn't that – I just wanted some fresh air!" Renee sobbed, terrified out of her mind.
"Why do you lie to me, darling?"
"It-it's not a lie, Franz darling! I really did want to get some fresh air, that was all!"
"Darling," he said softly, "if you lie to me, I'll have to punish you for that as well, and I don't want to have to do that. Now, why did you try to escape?"
"I-I was frightened."
"What, of me?" he asked, sounding incredulous.
"Y-yes, of you!" Renee wept.
"I said you should have come and asked me. Now you force me to do the very things that will make you even more scared of me. Oh well, things can't always be perfect. I guess. Now, come with me."
He held onto Renee's arm and pulled her back into the main room.
There was a rope hanging from the ceiling, and Leslie and Chris, who were sitting in chairs at the table, turned to watch her. Fear gripped Renee. She knew she couldn't escape. She watched Franz in absolute terror.
He went to the closet and took out a thin rod. He picked up the cat and went back for another, smaller cat. Finally he put them down on a chair and turned to Renee.
"Take your apron off."
As if in a silent nightmare, Renee undid her little white apron and let it fall to the carpet.
"Now the dress," Franz said.
Fear and humiliation gripped Renee as she reached back and gripped the tag of her zipper. She eased it down and held the little dress over her tits for a few moments. Franz nodded and, with a sob, she let the dress drop away.
"Fuck!" Leslie gasped. "That's incredible – look at that figure!"
"Yeah," Franz sighed, walking slowly around his victim. "Shit, I gotta see it all now. Take your slip off."
Renee stifled a sob as she worked the little lacy straps of her slip off her shoulders and let the flimsy garment drop down her lovely body. She held onto it as long as she could, but all that did was stretch out the excitement for the men. The slip slid down her wonderful legs until she stepped out of it and stood in front of them in nothing but her bra, panties, stockings, shoes and the little maid's cap.
"Fuuuuck!" Chris murmured. "That's un-fuckin' believable."
He stared at Renee's wonderful body as the schoolgirl trembled in the middle of the room.
"The bra," Franz said.
Behind her, Renee could hear April and Janine getting the meal ready. She finally got a grip on the bra clasp and worked it open, holding the quarter-cup bra over her tits and trembling from head to foot.
"Slide it away, slowly," Franz said.
He was tapping the thin rod in his hands and Renee gave in at once. She let the bra-cups fall away, showing the delicious curves of her tits to the lustful eyes of the watching men.
"Ohhhh slit! My fucking God! What a pair!" Leslie gasped.
As the bra dropped to the floor, they all took her tits in. The twin globes were soft swelling mounds, just the right size for her lovely body. The under curves showed no sigh of sagging and her tight nipples trembled.
"Oh, fuck me!" Chris got up and came over to the shaking girl. "What a pair of tits!"
"Don't you dare touch them until I say so!" Franz snapped, jealousy and lust ringing in his voice.
Chris laughed. "I never understand howl can do what the fuck I like to your wife and daughter, but these whores are special."
"You wouldn't," Franz said, coming up and running his hands over Renee's lovely tits. "I've been searching for the perfect girl. If this one isn't, then you can do what you like to her too. Now, get me the bonds."
He kept up his slow caress and Renee shivered. She screamed as she saw the bonds that Chris gave to Franz. Franz took her wrists and lashed them together tightly, winding the thin leather around until there was no chance of getting free. Then he took a rope and put it through the bonds between her wrists and knotted it. He walked to the wall and took hold of the other end of the rope.
Renee moaned in terror as he pulled and the rope went up, taking her wrists with it. Deep in her stomach there was another feeling, a deep fluttering, driven by fear, but rising over it, making her body shake ma strange kind of submission. She looked at Franz and went weak at the knees again.
He pulled on the rope once more and her wrists were yanked high above her head. Even in her high heels, she could barely stand, her arms straining.
"Open your legs," Franz said.
Renee wept as she obeyed, spreading her lovely curving legs in the black stockings until Franz told her to stop. He then put a thick wooden bar on the floor and lashed her ankles to each end of it. It was not only painful to have her legs spread that wide, it was also humiliating.
Franz stepped up the weeping schoolgirl, the small cat in his hands. He ran the knotted tails over Renee's tits as he stared at her. "You have to learn how to behave."
Renee choked as she stared down at the knotted leather running over her swelling tits.
"I promise, Franz darling!" she begged. "I was silly, I won't do it again – I promise!"
She struggled on the rope, her wrists and arms hurting, her legs straining against the bonds on the thick bar.