Gleaming white yachts, one of them his, swayed at anchor in the marina below. But Ben-ton was pawing open the front of her black mink coat exactly as the gang leader Griz had done. "Did you really fuck a whole gang?” "It was more, they fucked me.” "And whipped you too, I see." Benton had peeled her cunt back, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to bind around her elbows, still half in the furry sleeves. He was fondling her welted tits.
"I knew you were not much better than a whore," he said. "I had your background investigated fully before we announced our engagement.”
Rita sobbed. He was squeezing her tits painfully hard, pushing her down on his fancy couch. The mink coat slumped back and bound her arms at her sides.
"The sight of your pained body is a powerful aphrodisiac," he said, leering and licking his lips. "Whipping has made your tits hotter than ever before. I can't wait to fuck your ravaged cunt.”
Then the bedroom door opened and the shrill voice of a young female said. "Bennie, don't you dare! That big boner belongs to me!”
Rita's hand whirled around like a whiplash.
"Vicki!" she gasped in shock. "What are you doing here?”
Her daughter stood framed by the doorway of Benton Stanhope's luxurious bedroom.
She wore a filmy black robe trimmed with feathery ostrich plumes. It was open in front to reveal the sleek ripening curves of a gorgeous young figure. Firm, sharp-peaked tits with a proud upward thrust and impudent dark nipples, were tingling. Long, fiery red hair streamed over one shoulder, cascading down over her tit and reached along to her slender waist. A narrow V of the same sultry red color fleeced her pussy mound. The crimson curls were damp with fuck honey from her pink-tipped cunt slit and fluids from Benton Stanhope's anxious mouth.
He snarled, "Vicki, I told you to stay in the bedroom!” "Not while you're out here fucking my mother!" she shot back with the kind of fury only a fiery redhead can work up.
Rita was stunned out of her senses by the sight of her daughter seductively robed and preening like a cat in heat.
Vicki toyed with a long strand of her blazing hair, sweeping the silky soft wave across her jutting nipples. "Come on, Bennie. I know you'd rather fuck me.”
Rita groaned. "But we're engaged!” "Only because of me. It wouldn't look right for an important man like Bennie to be seen with a young teen, so he was going to marry you to get closer to me.” "Bennie?" Rita said almost laughing. "Is that true?” "Yes, damn it! It takes a pretty young pussy to really get my prick up.” "You shit-headed lecher! You filthy beast! You're worse scum than anyone in that motorcycle gang! I'll ruin you, Benton! I'll have you brought on up on criminal charges!”
His face blushed red and gnarled with rage. "You will not!”
He slapped her hard. Rita screamed, and tears flooded down her stinging cheek.
Doc was chanting in her ear. "Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina, and you know which of your girls still has her cherry! Vicki has the man that you wanted to marry, and Regina has her cherry!”
Stanhope said, "My investigators found proof that you helped frame your husband's former business partner and send him to prison. Watson, his name was. They released him just last week. If I give him that evidence, he'll sue you for every cent you've got. You'll be back serving drinks and prancing your pretty ass in some grimy waterfront dive.”
Doc was still chanting verbal torments that only she could hear. "Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina and she has the cherry I'm going to bust!” "Shut up!" she screamed with more tears flooding.
Benton held her by the arms and shook her violently. "Don't tell me to shut up, you bitch! Come in the bedroom, I want you to watch!” "Wa-watch wh-what?" she wailed.
"Watch how long your beautiful daughter can keep my puny dick up.”
Vicki smirked and said, "That should be fun. I've always wanted to perform for an audience." She turned back into the bedroom and slipped off her long black robe.
"Vicki, how could you?” "Because I got tired of being pampered and protected like a delicate little flower. I've known for years what you were before and I know you helped daddy frame that poor man. I found dad's diary in the attic after he died.”
“Ooooh, God!" she moaned. Stanhope was pushing her into the bedroom and her knees were too weak to resist. He threw her down in a chair beside the rumpled bed. Her breath gushed when she slammed into the seat.
Stanhope pulled silky cords used to tie back the drapes. Breathing hard with excitement, he bound Rita's chafed wrists to the arms of the chair. With two more silky cords yanked off the wall, he tied her ankles securely to the carved legs of the chair.
Rita's breath came in steaming sharp gasps. Her ripe body cringed and her mind reeled in shock. Vicki smirked at her without sympathy or concern. The woman's tawny hair was disheveled, the luxurious mink half off her back and rumpled behind her.
Vicki stretched out naked on the bed. Still smirking, she told her mother, "That's how I felt all the years you were so strict, playing the role of a fine lady. Only letting me go to chaperoned parties and dances with creepy nerd boys you picked for me because they were too shy to even feel tit.”
Benton glared hotly at the young teen when he'd cinched the last knot tight. She was smiling impishly and fondling her own proud tits, languidly teasing her nipples hard.
"Now it's your turn," he said in a strangely cold tone.
"My turn for what, Bennie?” "For lessons in proper respect. You've become as stupid and smug as your dear mother, so you deserve the same treatment.”
Stanhope pressed a hidden button and what appeared to be a solid wall panel slid back with a soft hiss. It revealed a rack filled with dozens of bondage devices. Vicki stared at the array in stunned disbelief.
"Oh, Bennie," she said in a fearful tone.
"It's Benton, you bitch! Bennie sounds like a snot-nosed adolescent with pimples.” He took a pair of chains off the rack and walked to the bed with their steel jawed wrist cuffs swaying.
Vicki cringed and shivered-as though chilled to the bone. "Bennie,” her strained voice squeaked. "I mean, Benton. You don't need to do that.”
He grabbed her right arm and snapped the locking metal band around her wrist. "You thought it most amusing when I bound your mother in the chair to watch. Why aren't you smiling now?”
He yanked her arm and secured the loose end of the chain to a snap hook attached to the bedpost.
"Be-because I'm afraid! I've never seen you like this!" He chained her other wrist, sprawling on her back with arms spread wide in restraint.
"Few have, my little tart. While we're sharing old family secret, you might as well know mine. The only thing better than a tender and innocent young cunt is a bitch in bondage!”
He went back to the rack and selected a stout metal rod about two feet long. At each end was a manacle sized to fit a Woman's ankle, Benton laughed, securing Vicki’s kicking feet to the end of the rod. Then he pressed a. small button at the middle of the pole and it began to telescope outward, spreading her legs painfully wide.
"Aaagh!" Vicki cried. “It’s splitting my crotch!” "No, my cock is going to do that. You see how long and hard it's gotten from the excitement of restraining you?” "Unnnnngh," she moaned. Rita almost laughed when she saw her daughter's stricken-ed look.
Doc chanted in her ear, "Vicki, Vicki… it rhymes with sticky, and that's what her situation has become.”
Stanhope returned to the rack and selected an odd metal device that looked something like steel jock strap. He locked the waist band around Vicki's writhing body and positioned a curved piece that dipped between her spread legs.
Instead of a pouch to hold a man’s balls, the iron jock was fitted in front of a ring that encircled her pussy slit. ”I liked your cunt a lot better when it was tight, timid and shy. Luckily, I have the means to make your cunt snug as a virgin again.”