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Truth Be Told

Chapter 3

	Chapter Three
	
	Mom and dad seemed strangely unaffected by the sight of the room at the
bottom.  I wasn't very sophisticated about such things, but even I knew a
dungeon when I saw one.  The room was huge, with a high beamed ceiling, stone
block walls, and burgundy colored tile underfoot.  All around the walls were
racks festooned with evil looking implements, from a wide array of whips of
various types and sizes, to leather strap like things, clamps, poles of
different length and thickness, some shaped just like a man's penis, while some
had bumps, ridges, spikes, screw threads and other shapes which made me cringe
in fear.  I was sure that somehow these things were suppose to go inside a
woman's vagina and they looked sure to cause great pain in the process.
	There were evil looking contraptions of various shapes and sizes
scattered around the dungeon, all adorned with straps and chains, and mixed in
with these were chairs, padded benches and other furnishings. 
	The massive door was shut and locked behind us.  Rufus guarded us and
Mya walked over to the wall on the left where the men and women were casually
divesting themselves of any article of clothing which covered their genitals,
leaving the men wearing only black boots, while the women were left with only
their breast harnesses and high heels.  The one who looked like a runner and the
short one with the compact body even took off their harnesses, their tits
continuing to stand out nicely without assistance.
	After being given instructions, Mya returned to us, moving us further
into the room where two saw horse like wooden things were located.  Near these
were four chairs.  The four men, all sporting frightening looking genital
organs, took up residence in these chairs and watched as Rufus and Mya took me
by the arms and led me to one of the horses.  I stood at one end of the narrow
thing as they uncuffed my wrists, only to cuff them again behind me.  A thick
leather collar with a metal D ring at the back was strapped around my neck, and
then they joined the collar with the chain between my wrist cuffs with a cord of
some kind.  They cinched the cord in a way that pulled my wrists up my back,
forcing my hands painfully up between my shoulder blades and pulling my head
back.
	My shoulders hurt from the way my arms were wrenched up behind me, but I
quickly turned my attention to their next move as I felt both of them grabbing
the ends of my titties.  They pinched and twisted them roughly until I could
feel the nubbins pointing hard from my pear shaped breasts.  A moment later I
cried out in pain as something hard and metallic bit into my right nipple, and
before I could recover from the surprise of that assault, a second clamp mashed
my other nipple.
	My tender nipples radiated a charge of electricity down my belly and
into my crotch as they forced me down on my stomach over the end of the horse
till my breasts hung down on either side of the narrow board that ran between
the two ends of the horse.  Fortunately the narrow board was wrapped with a thin
padded leather cover which provided some minimal cushioning. 
	
	The tension between my neck collar and wrists kept my head up so that I
was looking forward at the other horse.  It rested cross wise to the one I was
on.  I heard them attaching a chain between the clamps on my nipples and I
realized that this would prevent me from trying to stand up.
	The possibility of standing up grew more distant when they took my legs,
spread them far apart, then strapped my thighs on the outside of the legs.  They
attached another set of straps just above my ankles lower down on the horse's
legs.  This left my feet just off the floor, and I felt like an obscenely
displayed frog with my wide open ass and pussy thrust out over the end of the
saw horse.  I had never felt so mortified in my life as three of the men and all
the four women came close to inspect me, rubbing and pinching me and making all
sorts of lewd comments.  I felt goose bumps all over when they started rubbing
and poking around my rectum and then my spread vaginal crease, one of them even
inserting a finger into my moist opening and sliding it up to bump against my
maidenhead.  A woman's voice said, "Yep, she's still got her little cherry. 
Won't this be fun?"
	"And look at that little penis sticking out and begging for attention,"
another one said as she pinched my exposed clit between her fingers, making me
gasp as she gave it a quick twist.
	I was panting with nervous tension when they lost interest in me to
watch Rufus and Mya forcing my mother down on her knees, facing me with her back
against the middle of the other horse.  They pulled her arms over the board,
tying her wrist cuffs with a piece of rope to a ring bolted in the floor beneath
the horse.  They took up the slack and then pulled down hard until the back of
mother's shoulders were forced up nearly on top of the board, pushing her
breasts out and pointing her nipples almost toward the ceiling.  Her feet were
on the floor and her legs bowed like a gymnast doing a back bend.  She could do
nothing to hide her genitals as they finished by cuffing her ankles to the legs
of the horse, pulling her feet still further apart, leaving her arched back over
the wooden bar. 
	"Just right for a good tit whipping," one of the men enthused.
	Ed and the other three men resumed their seats.  The horses were at the
right angle to their  chairs so as to have a good view of both our wide open sex
organss.  He said, "This time we punish mother and daughter for the girl's
disobedience.  You ladies get to do the honors, and the whipping shall continue
until Lars makes all four of us come.  We surmise that he would rather be the
one getting whipped than to suck our dicks in front of his little girl.  Good,
that will make his performance all the more satisfying for us.  I warn you,
slave, that the whipping will continue till you get all four of us off, and if
you even think about refusing we will start the persuasion process by hanging
your bitches by their wide spread ankles, bind them belly to belly and whip
their cunts and assholes till you obey. "
	I was looking straight into my mother's gaping and wet genitals as she
raised her head enough to look at me between her upthrust breasts.  It was hard
to read her expression, but somehow I knew in my guts that she was aroused and
eager for them to begin. 
	And begin they did.  Each of the four women approached us carrying whips
with a number of tails hanging from the end of their foot long leather handles. 
Two women went to either side of my mother, taking care not to block the men's
view.  The other two stood on either side of my rear.
	
	The straining collar around my neck kept me from looking back at them,
and I jerked involuntarily when I felt the strands of the whips brushing over
the cheeks of my ass.  The thongs moved toward my sex, tickling against my puffy
mounds and trailing up to tease the tight little bud of my anus.  Goose bumps
again covered my body as I watched the other women giving mom the same treatment
over her big upthrusting melons, then down her stretching belly to trail between
her widespread cunt lips.  Mother quivered and began moaning softly, her hard
nipples and the growing wetness of her pink slash making her arousal obvious.
	Turning my head as far as the collar would allow and looking out the
corner of my eyes I could see my dad getting on his knees in front of Ed.  Dad
held out his wrists, and after a moment's hesitation Ed nodded to Rufus, who
came over and removed the short chain between the cuffs.  Dad moved forward on
his knees as Ed spread his thighs apart.  Reaching down, dad grasped Ed's limp
member with his right hand, and with his left hand he cupped Ed's ball sack,
kneading the loose skin and making the two eggs move between his fingers.  He
gripped the shaft of Ed's manhood, and I watched in fascination, almost
forgetting the arousing touch of the thongs running lightly over my ass and
pussy, as Ed's penis grew longer and much bigger around, looking as rigid as a
tree trunk.
	My stomach did a flip flop, a chill running up my spine when dad lowered
his face and began licking the back side of the rigid cock meat. 
	Just then I heard a loud "splat," followed by a sharp intake of breath. 
My head jerked forward to see mom's left breast bouncing from the force of the
whip strands that were pulling away from the bottom surface of her tender mound,
leaving faint pink lines against the milky whiteness of her skin.  I had little
time to sympathize with mom's plight, however, as my right butt cheek exploded
in fiery pain.  Unlike mom, I screamed out a mixture of agony and surprise.  It
had been years since I had even been spanked by either of my parents, and the
shock of being treated this way by naked strangers suffused my whole body with
outraged indignity.
	Forgetting the chain between my nipple clamps, I tried to lever myself
up from the horse, yelping in pain as the chain hit the underside of the board,
causing the clamps on each nipple to pull my fleshy mounds into distorted cones
and sending a jolt of electric agony from the tortured tips of my breasts. 
Defeated in my attempt to move, I nonetheless gave vent to my anger by shouting,
"You can't do this to me.  I'll make sure you are all arrested and put in jail
if you don't let me-I mean let us go this instant."
	"Gag the little bitch and whip the shit out of both of them," Ed
shouted.
	In moments I felt hands gripping my head and pulling it back so hard
that my mouth gaped open, unable to resist the hard plastic ball they forced
between my teeth, then strapped in place with a leather thong which they tied
behind my head.  While the women attending me were doing this, I watched in
horror as the other two sadistic women laid into my mother's tits, lashing their
tops and bottoms with rapid, vicious stroked.  Mother finally screamed when they
targeted her protruding nipples.
	Then my tormentors moved beside my head to show me the new equipment
they intended to use on me.  In place of the light stranded whips, they now held
mean looking straps attached to wooden handles.  The straps were maybe three
feet long and two inches across, looking like a man's leather belt.  After
grinning like predators at my wide eyed look of fear, they moved behind me and a
moment later I felt my right buttocks compress under the impact of one of the
belts.  The shear viciousness of the blow was as shocking as the agonizing fire
in my violated flesh.  I exhaled a bellowing scream, only to have it choked off
by the ball filling my mouth, making it come out as a muffled squeak that seemed
to amuse the four couples.  My attempt at a scream had barely subsided when the
next blow landed with equal force against my left ass cheek, renewing my futile
efforts to rattle their eardrums with my pain and indignation.
	
	Jerking my head around expecting to see my dad fighting to save us from
this torture, my heart sunk in despair to see him still on his knees in the
humiliating act of bobbing his head up and down over the rigid pole of flesh,
taking it to the back of his throat and then sliding up till only the head was
between his lips, then plunging back down to once again engulf six inches or
more of the rod into his throat.  Dad seemed interested in giving Ed a blow job
than in the plight of his own family.
	Ed's hips were thrusting up to meet dad's mouth, and Ed started to groan
and jerk as he looked back and forth between mother and me, obviously savoring
the sight of our abused flesh, wreathing bodies and pain contorted faces. 
Suddenly Ed grabbed my dad's hair in one hand, pulling his mouth off his cock. 
He held dad's head inches above the jerking member as he stroked himself with
his other hand.  In moments a geyser of milky white stuff shot out the tip of
his penis, splattering my dad's face.  A second spurt followed the first, and
then a third and forth.  When his emissions finally died down to a pulsing ooze
my dad's face was streaked with sticky man juice from forehead to chin, some of
it dripping onto the carpet.
	Ed ordered my dad to wash his face in a nearby bathroom, telling him to
hurry back so he could clean the rest of the cum from his twitching cock. 
Docile and compliant in a way that shocked me almost as much as the pain of the
incessant beating of my behind, dad disappeared for a few moments only to resume
his subservient place above Ed's crotch.  Holding the shrinking staff in his
fingers, he used his lips and tongue to lick and suck the sticky residue until
the head and shaft were free of cum.  Then dad moved, shuffling on his knees,
and began giving the next man the same cock sucking treatment, as the whipping
of mother's tits and my ass continued.
	Looking back at mother, I was amazed to see glistening pussy juice
flowing from her gaping and swollen genitals, so plentiful that it ran down the
crack of her ass and dripped onto the floor beneath her.  They were steadily
lashing her nipples, making her mounds quiver and bounce as she moaned and
thrashed her head from side to side, whipping her long blonde hair about her
shoulders.
	As it finally dawned on me that mother was not just suffering the pain
of her whipping, but was being somehow transformed by it, the fire across my own
buttocks begin to take on a new dimension.  I became aware that another kind of
heat had spread into my sex organs, suffusing my whole pelvic area with a
glowing need.
	And then I understood where this could take me as I watched in awe, the
impact of the straps against me ass going almost unnoticed, as mother's lusty
moans suddenly transformed into screams of ecstacy.  Her body convulsed and
strained against her bindings, streams of fluid pulsing from her cunt as her
face contorted with the power of her sexual release.  She wreathed like a
trapped snake for what seemed like minutes until the women, their bodies
glistening with the sweat of exertion, finally dropped their whip arms in
exhaustion.  Suddenly the only sounds in the room were the continuing splat of
the belts against my tender rear, mother's rhythmic mewing as she panted for
breath, and the soft slurping sounds of my father's sucking.
	One of the women strapping me interrupted her stroke to say, "The little
one seems to be learning by example, look at the way she is creaming."
	"And look at the size of that clit, will ya, its big enough to jack
off," responded her companion.
	"Go ahead why don't ya, I promise I won't hit you."
	
	Fingers pinched my little shaft at the tip, then slid down to the base,
mashing the soft hood flap to reach the root of my clitoris.  Drawing back out
to the tip, then back down, then up and down again, the caressing fingers made
me gasp with passionate need.  After just a few strokes I was gurgling around
the ball in my mouth, grinding my hips in mindless desire for more.  Not just
more friction against the sensitive little shaft, but more strikes of the whip,
more hands on my body.  For the first time in my life I experienced an
overpowering need to have my body invaded.  I wanted desperately to have the
ball out of my mouth, not to scream or shout for them to quit, but to urge them
on, to beg them not to stop, to plead for them to do me harder and faster.
	My quivering arousal grew more and more intense with pulsing waves of
delicious sensation spreading from the erect cone of my clit down into my
clenching vaginal passage and through my body to tingle in my painfully squeezed
nipples, turning the pain from the nipple clamps into throbbing delight.
	I tried to talk around the gag, near delirious in my desire to urge them
on, but nothing intelligible came out.  Something powerful was approaching,
something that I instinctively knew would transport me into a new dimension of
experience.  I was afraid, but at the same time I craved what was coming with a
need so strong my sex organs took away all power of resistance, both mental and
physical.
	I wrenched my head to the side and looked at the men.  My dad was
sucking off on the fourth guy.  The first three were watching me.  I looked from
one to the next, my eyes beseeching them for I knew not what, turned on by the
lust in their eyes and wishing they would make me into a real woman.
	Ed stood up, his penis growing strong once more, bobbing and swaying as
he walked over to my mother.  Taking a whip from one of the exhausted women he
stood beside mother's torso and leaned back against the board next to her
shoulder.  Holding the whip in his left hand he reached down and cruelly twisted
the nipple on her left breast, saying, "That was quite a climax momma, but I
don't remember giving you permission to come.  It seems our women were too easy
on you.  Let's see if I can do a better job.  I'm going to whip your pretty
little bare cunt till your hubby brings Bill off, or till you come up with a
worthwhile suggestion for something we should do to your little girl that would
be more entertaining."
	He let go of her tit and transferred the whip to his right hand, raising
it high in the air and then lashing down.  The thongs curled over her pubic
bone, the tips invading the sensitive pink folds of her splayed genitals. 
Droplets of her passion juice flew in all directions as a sound like a belt
striking a puddle of water emanated from her wet gash, followed by a piercing
scream.  Twisting and flailing her head, mother took the second vicious blow
before shouting, "Rape her, fuck her virgin cunt." 
	Spat went the cords against her sex.  "Aaieeee . . . Whip her tits while
you shove your cock down her throat.  Make her daddy sink his big cock into her
womb."
	Ed laughed, lashed her cunt with three more blurring strokes and then
paused to say, "Good suggestions.  As a reward I'm only going to give you ten
more lashes."
	More measured now, he waited between blows for her cries of agony to
subside and her body to stop thrashing around.  After about the fifth blow her
gyrations ended with her hips straining up to invite the next strike, her
swollen clit eager for the taste of the whip as she moaned and gasped, "Yes, oh
god, do it to me, fuck me, ...oh yes."
	"I'll fuck you bitch," Ed spat, finishing the ten strokes with a blur of
motion, then getting down on one knee and jamming the handle of the whip deep
into mother's gaping cunt.  He took his hand away, leaving just the tails of the
whip drooping down on the floor beneath her as her hips jerked back and forth
with unfulfilled need.
	"Oh, please, let me come.  Fuck me, use the whip, use your fist, but
please don't leave me like this."
	
	Ed laughed and said, "Children first bitch.  We'll let you come, but
only after your little girl has her orgasm, and that might take awhile." 
Laughing again he finally said, "Well, boys and girls, you heard momma's
suggestions for what we should do to her little girl.  Let's not keep the little
lady waiting."
	


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