"Mmmmm!" Flint turned and looked at his captive in the chair. "I think we'll take her upstairs. I've always wanted to fuck her in that bed of hers."
"Yes, darling!" Yvette sobbed, her lips caressing his cockhead, her tongue flicking over the cummy flesh.
Lola gave a muffled scream. There was no way on earth she would let Flint fuck her now. She'd rather die.
CHAPTER TWO
Lola struggled as Flint got up and came toward her. Yvette hung on his arm as he leaned over the trembling Lola.
"You like that, honey?" he asked, running his finger over the leather gag. "You like to watch me fuck your daughter? Just nod if you do."
Lola screamed, but nothing except a muffled whimper came out. Her struggles had made her skirt ride up even farther and her shapely thighs were showing.
"You wanna know why I'm marrying you?" he asked softly, running a finger over the gag, grinning at Lola's helplessness. "To get hold of Yvette. Yeah. You're a stuck-up bitch, don't want a cock anywhere near you, right?"
He chuckled and his hand slid over Lola's neck, heading for the open neck of her blouse. His hand stopped at the soft swell of Lola's cleavage. "Okay, Yvette," he said, "let's see how obedient you can be."
"Yes, darling, yes?" Yvette gasped.
She came forward, her eyes still a little red from crying.
"Show me her legs," Flint said.
Yvette leaned over her mother, her eyes flaring. "You bitch, Mom? You had to come home early, didn't you? Well, now you gotta take this, but you won't take me away from Flint, whatever you do, got that?"
Lola struggled, but the handcuffs held her captive, and again she only managed to add to the ache and throb in her wrists.
"You wanna see her legs, darling?" Yvette cooed as she straightened up and smoothed her long blonde hair down. She pouted at Flint and slid the hem of her slipup for him. "Mine are better. What the fuck do you want hers for?"
"DO as you're told!" Flint snapped.
"Yes, darling, yes!" Yvette turned back to her mother. She reached down and slowly begat to slide the hem of Lola's skirt up her thigh.
Lola screamed, trying to close her legs, trying to stop her daughter from doing this horrible despicable thing. Her skirt then went up, showing her thighs until her panties could be seen under her tights.
"Mmm, yeah! Fuck, she has got good legs," Flint said, standing over his fiancee and grinning wildly. "Now, show me her tits."
Lola went berserk, struggling helplessly. She could see Flint's cock getting harder, pointing right at her. She knew he was enjoying her helplessness, but she vowed to get her revenge.
Yvette reached for the neck of her blouse, and Lola screamed harder, throwing herself back, toppling the chair. She wailed as Flint gripped the chair in his enormously strong hand. He pushed it back upright and laughed.
"Okay, let's get her broken in a bit first. She don't really know what's happening, right?"
"Hey, darling, are you go ingto…" Yvette whispered, clutching him, sliding her stockinged leg up his.
"You got it," he said.
"Can I do it to her, everytime she gets your cock?" Yvette moaned, rasping her fingernails over his chest. [missing text] of the chair. He pulled the rope free and told Yvette to undo Lola's undies.
Lola screamed into the gag as Flint hauled her up until her arms were free.
Then he set her down on her feet and gripped her hair. "Walk up the stairs, bitch, I'll get real pissed if I have to carry you."
Lola was out of her mind with a fear and rage. He gripped her and pulled her to him, staring into her eyes as she breathed heavily.
"Last chance, bitch. Walk upstairs, or I'll whip the shit outa your ass before we even start!"
Lola knew he was just bluffing. She jerked her arm away, turning to run for the door.
He grabbed her before she'd taken one step. He threw her over his shoulder.
Lola struggled all the way up the stairs, pounding at his back with her handcuffed hands, but it didn't help. He ignored her, grunting once as she caught him solidly in the middle of the back. She looked up and saw Yvette coming up behind them, carrying the ropes that made Lola's stomach heave.
Flint carried her to her bedroom.
"Now, you nasty bitch!" Flint snapped, throwing Lola face-down on her bed.
She tried to jerk up, but Flint pinned her down. He straddled her, his full weight on her back as he leaned down and unzipped the handcuffs.
There wasn't any relief for Lola and, what was worse, she could see it all in the mirror. Flint was grinning, lashing the ropes around her wrists. She could feel his enormous hard cock pressing into her back. That made her feel sick, but soon she was gasping even harder as Yvette pulled one of the ropes out and wound it around the top post of the bed, pulling her arm out until it was pulled tight. Soon both of Lola's arms were pulled to the limit, stretched out toward the two posts at the head of the bed.
Lola burst into tears as Flint climbed off her. There were hands on her ankles, lashing ropes around them. Lola jerked up suddenly as her ankles were pulled out toward the foot of the bed. Her thighs were spread wide apart until the tendons on the insides of her thighs were aching with pain. She screamed again, then buried her face into the bedclothes and wept bitterly. She was utterly helpless, her arms and legs pulled out to the limit, her body open for anything Flint wanted to do.
"Well, that looks better," he commented. "Now, show me her ass, Yvette."
"Yes, darling," Yvette purred.
Lola wept and wailed as she felt her daughter pushing her skirt up over her ass, revealing the stretched curves of her legs, the tight material of her tights and her panties beneath.
"They've sot to go," Flint said.
"Oh, yes, darling, I'll do it!" Yvette exclaimed.
Lola trembled to think what Flint was talking about, and she risked a glance in the [missing text]. She wished she hadn't. She couldn't see what Yvette was doing, but she could see Flint's cock and it was even bigger than before, Lola was sure of that.
Then Lola felt something cold and metallic on her back. She lurched as Yvette used a pair of scissors on her tights. Lola screamed, fooling Yvette tearing at her tights. They began to rip easily as Yvette tore the tights away in great handfuls until she ripped off the last of them from Lola's ankles.
"Yeah!" Flint gasped. "You lied, honey, those legs are as good as yours. Fuck, where you think you got them, hey?"
"Oh, darling, come on, you know mine are better," Yvette whimpered, moving her hands over her thighs, spreading them, trying to turn Flint on.
"Get the rod," Flint said. He leaned over the weeping, struggling Lola and ran his hand over her lovely tight asscheeks. "You know, you're even better than I thought you were. Fuck, you got a body on you that would turn any man on."
Lola wept, her face buried in the bedcover. "Look at me, bitch! I wanna make sure you understand this!"
Lola kept her face down, her twat making the cover wet as she gasped for air.
Then she screamed as Flint grabbed a handful of her lovely dark-blonde hair. He hauled her head up until she was staring at him in the mirror.
"You gotta learn to obey, bitch!" he snapped, jerking her head hard. "I'm gonna whip this lovely little ass of yours. And Yvette's gonna be sucking my cock, if you wanna watch. Then I'm gonna take the gag off and ask you if you're gonna scream. You better give the right answer, okay?"
Lola didn't believe him, it was too terrible to think about. She lay there, weeping bitterly, out of her mind with fear.
She heard Yvette come back in, heard her daughter giggle. She felt Yvette pulling the sides of her panties into the crack of her ass, revealing the luscious globes as she jerked on the bed.
Lola was bent at the waist and her ass was sticking up, naked and ready. She risked another glance in the mirror.