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Dealing with the local bully part 2

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Ryan was onto his 5th or 6th pint of the night, like many others around him the upcoming lockdown had given an excuse for one last blow out. He recognised many of the faces in the pub but new few by name, however, pretty much everyone knew Ryan. 

He had come from a particularly rough family with lots of ‘connections’ in the manchester area. To be fair his surname alone had given him the big man reputation, you just didnt fuck with the Hayes’, that said Ryan was pretty much all mouth with very little to back it up, he had a couple of lads, Winston and George, that always seemed to be around him, they did any of the dirty business or looked after Ryan when his mouth bit off more than he could chew. They got to take the main spoils of any dealings going on and were able to run their coke business in the area with Ryan’s name enough to stop would be rivals moving in.

Tonight business was going well for them, the crowds were in and they had already shifted about a grands worth in the first 2 hours. The packed pub made it easy for dealings to go unnoticed and the cubicles in both the toilets looked like they had been exposed to snow. 

Now Winston and George were not the kind of guys you wanted to meet in a dark alley. Winston around 6″3 shaved head and skin so dark his eyes and his polished teeth stood out prominantly. He was from african decent but had spent his whole life in Bolton, never to far from the eyes of the law. An impressive rap sheet of dealing, assault, false imprisonment and those were just what he had been caught doing. He had spent the best part of youth in and out the big house but had picked up a few tricks while there.

George was shorter about 5″8 but his mouth would make you think he was double that. He had an irish accent but hed never actually been there, it had come from his parents. Again his rap sheet was impressive but he had been in drugs since a kid and now was dealing the harder stuff. He was missing a few teeth from various brawls over the years which gave him a particularly ugly smile.

Both of them could handle themselves, both were clearly hitting the gym hard and were enough to scare off anyone who would mess with them or Ryan. Neither were particualry good looking, years of fighting and drugs had made them more fearful looking than chizzled.

Ryan on the other hand was actually pretty good looking, his attitude was always the problem but if you didnt know him most women would double glance. He was about 5″11 athletic build, not too over the top blonde hair and a styled beard just bringing out his cheek definition. His bright blue eyes though were certainly the most striking asset. He had been very popular at school where he met his wife Laura, she had been captain of the cheerleading squad and in his eyes and many others, the hottest girl at school. They had hooked up one night and she had got pregnant, she pretty quickly dropped out of school to look after Jemma full time. Ryan had never been one for school anyway and quickly followed, turning to his dodgy dealings which had left them with as comfortable life as one of crime could give. 

Laura still had the looks and although Ryan knew she loved him he easily got jealous. Winston and George had often spent too long ogling her at times which had made him mad. He wouldnt shout up about it though he needed them on side. Plus he knew they could ruin his marriage by sharing his extra cirriculum activities. See Ryan was into some kinky stuff and he knew Laura would never entertain these so instead he, Winston and George would occasionally offer some of their merchandise for a different kind of price. 

It was a regular occurance, on busy nights, that drunken women already on their 3rd or 4th fix of the night, running low on cash faster than they could snort it up, would find themselves bent over a toilet, skirt hitched up been pounded by the three guys while they snorted off the basin or squatting, sucking their cocks for a freebie. There was the occasional hottie in that position but most had seen better days, still the men loved the fact they could force their cocks down their throats making them gag. After all it was a means to an end for them and any holes a goal after all. Ryan wanted more though and had hatched a more extreme plan, it would certainly lead to trouble.

A couple of months ago, Ryan, with the help of his sidekicks and taken it to the next level, to be fair even they were expecting the police to be knocking. It had been a friday night business was going well in town they had parked the van up to allow them to carry smaller amounts and then restock. It had got to about midnight, took about 2k which was a great night, it had been pay day for many and the students were out to for freshers week. Students always brought quick cash early on in the year, especially those who had never been away from home before. As the lads were coming out of toilets sorting out their latest transaction and tipping the freshen up guy, a must in this game, 2 girls, couldnt have been much more than 18 approached. 

“Hey, erm we are new to town and was told you guys were the men to see for a good time if you know what i mean” the petite blonde nervously said. She had obviously had a few drinks already to get up her courage. Ryan was admiring the little rara skirt and fishnet stockings she was wearing, the skirt not covering the suspender strap holding the top of the fishnets, but low enough to cover her knickers. She had great legs he thought. On top you wouldnt call it more that a boob tube, bright yellow, no bra and that was a bonus cos she had a great shape to them, a large cleavage to boot, which considering she wasnt a big girl was a shock. He found himself licking his lips. Before he could speak her friend sounding shaky shouted up,

“I’m sorry, i think we have the wrong people” and tried to usher her friend away, she was more sober and up close had seen how rough Winston and George had looked and tried to get out of the situation. She was taller with dark hair, not as slutty in her dress, a v neck top covering her shoulders and a bra pushing up her clevage, Ryan would guess a C cup she wore leggings though which clung tightly to her legs and, as her arm went round her mate lifting her top, revealed a hint of camel toe. Both were pretty damn hot it had to be said.

“Hold on girls” Ryan said, he tried to look insulted. “What kind of guys do you think we are, just cos my friends here look a bit rough around the edges you assuming we drug dealers? Or maybe you 2 wanted some other kind of fun and im a married man!” He turned to his companions “What do u think guys maybe you would be intrested in the later but im offended if they think we are drug dealers” he jested with the lads and they nodded.

The girls both in unison “no, no, no ” the brunette continued ” sorry we meant no offence we were just trying to get some coke nothing else and someone at the bar pointed you out” 

“Hmm” Ryan nodded, “well you best take us to the bar then and show us who made these allegations and we will have a drink while we are there” before the girls could object Winston and George had extended their arm to each of the girls and led them to the bar in a way that left the girls knowing they didnt really have a choice. As they approached the bar the brunette again tried to wriggle out the situation.

“They arent here now im so sorry”

Ryan carried on and called the bar tender by name ordering 5 cheeky vimtos. 

“Chill girls, we are only playing”, he laughed. 

“You girls have gotta be more discreet though haha. Look we have what you want but we need to go back to the van and top up our supplies, to risky carrying large amounts round at a time” 

Ryan nodded to Winston as he pulled out a wad of 20s and handed one to the barman, there must have been 2k in his hand and the girls attention had been distracted just enough for Winston to slip something in their drinks.

They guided the girls to a table near the fire exit, it had been part of plan they had discussed in the past semi-jokingly, now they found themselves carrying it out. Ryan made small talk about what they wanted and how much it would be while they drank, then discussed the girls, they were both freshers and first time away from home as he had thought. Ryan suggested the girls come to the van for their gear they had refused at first but as the drug Winston slipped to them started to take effect they became less aware of their surroundings. 

Once the drug had kicked in enough Ryan had helped the blonde to her feet arm around her waist while she leaned on him, his hand had slipped on to her ass and there was no response he walked her out the fire exit with George and Winston in tow with the brunette linked between their arms. The girls were barely able to walk but the way the lads had held them made it appear they were just drunk. It had not taken long for them to turn down the dark alley to where the Van was parked. Once there they chucked the girls inside onto the double matress that was in the back. 

“Last chance to back out Ryan”, Winston said to him. Truth was Ryan was needed to woe the girls but in the planning of any attack he had not really been that bothered about the girls involved, until now,  it had always been about power but these 2 were definitely hot and not much older than his daughter.

“Back out, i want first go after all i did all the work” he demanded.

The lads all laughed, this was going to be different, the willing girls in the toilets were always good fun but were still exactly that, willing. These 2 were clearly not and although Ryan was disapppinted there wouldnt be much of a fight or resistance from them giresun escort he knew he could do whatever he wished to them.

He turned to the semi conscous girls.

“Ok, who wants to go first and who wants to go to these 2” he laughed he knelt down between them and ran his hand across both their stomachs, the blonde stirred 

“no please dont, no get off” she used all her strength to hit at Ryan but in reality she barely managed to rest her hand on his arm. 

“Mmmm yes baby tell me no more some more” Ryan moved his attention to the blonde his other hand now undoing the suspender belt that held her fishnets while pulling at her boob tube revealing her perfect teen tits, even on her back they stayed in the same position her aerolas were large with beautiful little nipples in the centre. They were not hard yet, she was still trying to fight him off but he was just laughing at her attempts. Ryan nodded to the other 2 indicating the brunette was theirs.

Winston and George wasted no time in pulling off her leggings and top, she had little fight in her and was been flipped over as they undressed her. There was no soft gentle touch here, it was rough her bra snapped as George ripped at it when he got frustrated at the clasp, her matching thong easily snapped to as Winston laughed at her. She was now naked her breasts were also beautiful, not as big and her nipples larger than her friends, she attempted to move her hands to cover her, it was all the fight she had but George had soon pinned them. Her pussy was exposed as Winston seperated her legs, her little landing strip leading the way to her sex. She wasnt aroused, she didnt want this but they were going to take her anyway even if it hurt her.

Ryan had managed to remove the blondes suspender belt and had slid her little skirt and french panties down over the fishnets and were disposed of in the corner along with the boob tube that had arrived seconds earlier. Although she kept wriggling and pleading, she was also now naked except for her fishnets her legs spread and her bald pussy looking straight at Ryan, he crudely spat on her dry pussy and licked his finger trying to force them inside, she was dry and her groans of pain aroused Ryan further with his other hand he pinched and twisted her nipple while finger fucking her he could see tears in her eyes smudging her makeup. As he undid his buckle on his jeans he lowered his mouth and bit her other nipple as hard as he could breaking the skin slightly, he could taste the metallic juices leaking out he dropped his pants and lined up his hard cock at the entrance to her cunt. She was still out of it but she could feel the pain in her nipples, one bleeding stung as it was roughly handled the other pulsating where it had been pinched so hard it had already started brusing. She could barely hold the weight of her own head and she flung to side before trying to focus to her right. On her friend who was beem manhandled beside her.

The brunette had been turned onto her knees with Winston holding her arms behind her and George with a handful of her hair her tits swung as she was manouvered by the 2 men in control of her body. She was just a passenger she had opened her mouth to breathe when George had pinched her nose for so long she thought she would die and as soon as she had she had felt his cock thrust straight to the back of her throat, it was longish about 7 inches and a fair girth she was choking because George had held her head in such a position that he was not giving her any air. She had gagged for the first 7 or 10 thrusts before enough saliva had not only coated his cock and her throat but was also gushing out of her mouth. Her eyes were popping out of head but George just kept pounding her throat like a toy. The pain of that though was nothing compared to what Winston was doing. For each thrust George made pushing her back Winstons cock, which was closer to 10 inches and thick, was impaling her the other way, he had wet the tip before entering her but had still managed to rip her entrance there had been a trickle of blood as he pushed in which although now stung like hell was also helping to lubricate his cock. The brunette was not enjoying this and was hoping it would soon be over, yet her body was also betraying her. She could feel the muscles in her pussy tensing up. How could this be she was being raped and brutally at that, yet her body was going to orgasm. The more she tried to resist the more it burned. 

George was first to cum, it had no where to go as her throat was full so it came back out of her mouth out the side of her cheeks and as she inhaled she chocked more and it ran out her nose. She felt his cock start to soften which gave her some room to breathe which she wished had not been the case. As Winston pumped and exploded deep in her womb firing string after string deep inside, the warmth inside her made her explode she shook, having a violent orgasm pushing herself onto Winstons cock. The new found space in her mouth was filled with her screams as pleasure rippled through every inch of her body.

Ryans toy had also started to respond, hearing her friend cum had added a sudden wetness to her pussy. Ryan new this was his chance he raised her legs and knees to her chest and withdrew before thrusting back inside…. only this time he went straight into her ass she screamed, far to loud for where they were but Winston just picked up the brunettes limp body and put her leaking pussy over her friends mouth. Now cum from both Winston and the brunette,with bit of blood were leaking into the blondes muffled screams. Ryan kept pounding away at the tight teen ass in front of him, again blood was visable along with a bit of shit that the young girl could not hold. His climax built and then he filled her forbidden hole with his seed. He then stood and forced the brunette to clean him up.

The lads had then dressed the girls as best they could with what they had left. They were starting to come round from the drugs. Ryan stuffed enough coke into their handbags to ensure if the police stopped them they would look like dealers and threw them out.

“Its in your interest girls to keep quiet, not only have i photod your ID but you have that much coke on you the police could bang you up for years. Now run along”

Like i say that was a couple of months back and nothing had happened to the three of them so they had continued to have their fun. It was all going well until the message arrived on Ryan’s phone. He opened it seeing it was from Laura and read the message, 

“Your family belong to me now”

Confused he hit play in the video file sent.

Ryan almost knocked his pint over as he rushed to turn the sound on his phone down, he was in shock the sound was that of his Laura moaning in extasy, he knew that moan anywhere, as she licked a juicy cunt that was filled with a cock on his chair. As the camera panned out it showed this beautiful young body with pert nipples having the time of its life riding the hard cock with her juices running down his shaft and his wifes tongue eagerly licking from his balls up the shaft and to her clit. His jaw almost hit the table as the camera man zoomed out further revealing his daughter Jemma and son Kyles faces. Ryan was frozen the blood had left his face as the camera panned further down to seeing laura’s pussy pushing back onto a cock so thick it made Winston look thin. 

“What the fuck”, George broke Ryan’s trance he and Winston had been watching over Ryans shoulder when the Video first started playing sound.

“Winston, Ryan never told us Laura and Jemma were allowed to play with the big men” George teased.

Ryan went to strike George but thought better of it

“Come on i need to teach this bitch a lesson, cheat on me the stupid slut!” Ryan was furious but also hurting for all his faults and kinks he truly loved Laura, how could she do this to him.

Laura, Jemma and Kyle were all still in the living room all naked and recovering from their orgasms. Shame had passed these 3 for now as they slowly recomposed themselves. Laura was the first to move she slipped back on her gown, the only thing that Rob hadnt cut away earlier and tightened around the stomach, she would have to shower soon to get the cum off her chest and clean up down below. Jemma was having the same thoughts, her brothers cum was still dripping out of her as she pullee up her shorts, her top was now strapless thanks to Rob but would suffice as a boob tube for now. Kyle was as happy as a pig in shit. He proudly picked up his shorts last and slipped them on, very little mess for a man to worry about he laughed to himself. 

“We should get cleaned up and never talk of this again” Laura told her children, it was strange hearing their mum tell them something after what had just happened but they nodded.

They went to move to start the showers when the 3 men burst through the door

“Evening Baby” Rob said through gritted teeth, he looked across the room his 2 bodyguards fanning out.

“Whats been going on here then” he asked

Laura was taken aback by the sudden arrival of Ryan and his so called friends, she had never much liked them as the would make her skin crawl, the way they undressed her with their eyes and the hunger in their face, she always thought they looked like a predator before it caught its prey, now she was sitting in front of them in just a flimsy nightgown.

“N-Nothing babe,” she lied, she wasnt going to admit their ordeal in front of the 2 brutes. “Sorry, i want expecting company” she starred at Ryan as if to tell him off with her eyes. Yet Ryan’s eyes were not their usual loving self when he looked at her. He couldnt ısparta escort know could he? No, she was overthinking it, she just needed to play this out till she had Ryan alone and sober to tell her what had happened.

“I bet you didnt” Ryan almost yelled back at her he was mad, his loving wife had not only cheated on him, butbhad bought the kids into her little affair and now was lying to his face about it. He tried to trip her up.

“Unusual for you three to be downstairs in an evening, having some family time are we?” Rob snarled.

Jemma tried to back her mum’s story up

“We just all decided to watch film dad,” she tried to say with innocent eyes.

The 2 brutes were laughing, George had muttered “more like making them” it was out of earshot of everyone but Winston.

Ryan flipped, in all their time together he had never struck Laura but she was humilating him now and his friends were laughing at him, or so he thought. He strode over to Laura, reached out grabbing her hair and pulled her off the couch towards him where his fist met her stomach. 

“Don’t lie to me you cheating whore!” He screamed. 

Laura fell in a ball to the floor, winded her eyes tearing up. How could he know, why was he doing this, they had been forced to humilate themselves and now her husband thought it was consensual, like she would ever willingly engage in sex with someone else yet alone her own children. Rob continued his assualt again lifting her by her hair before slapping her across her face several times. Laura raised her hands to protect her head causing the night gown cord to come loose and part. For the second time tonight her breasts were on display for the room to see. However this time the dry cum across her chest was standing out. 

Ryan noticed it.

“You dirty slut, your still covered in your lovers Jizz” he was so angry. Pulling his phone out he played the video to her

“And with our kids, you fucked up bitch, all those years of telling me you werent into any kinks but you will do anything it seems for your new guy! Even wear his cum” with that another slap hit her face.

The kids had sat terrified on the chair and couch, they had never seen their dad like this and it scared them. Kyle wanted to help his mum but his answer just made things worse

“Dad its my cum on her chest not his” as soon as he said it he realised how much worse that sounded. Ryan was like a man possesed he looked at disgust down at Laura who had managed to pull her self up on to Ryans legs she would take the beating to protect her kids she thought to herself. Tears streaming and her gown parted she pleaded with Ryan to listen screaming she was forced and she was sorry. Ryan was past listening nothing was registering that she said, all he could see now was his sons cum on his wifes chest.

What he did next shocked everyone in the room, including Winston and George, he idolised his wife and had even ensured the 2 goons had not been able to see her anymore since Laura complained of the way they looked at her, yet now she was in the middle of the living room gown spread tits on display to them and the only thing covering her sex was that her legs were folded. Ryan pushed her backwards her body weight now supported by her arms with her legs crossed under her. The robe fell further apart giving everyone a perfect view.

“Dont move whore” Ryan demanded as he dropped his pants “You have to clean your whores when your done Kyle” anger filled his voice and eyes. With that he aimed his cock at Laura who dared not move.

Warm piss struck her in her face, she wasnt expecting it, never had she let anyone do this to her it bounced of her chin puddling in her lap. Ryan aimed it over her cum stained tits leaving a wet glow across her nipples. 

“Open your mouth bitch” he commanded.

Laura still on shock just did as she was told, he seemed to go on forever no doubt fuelled by the alcohol, it hit her tongue and Ryan moved his cock towards her mouth, she knew what he wanted, swallowing the piss as it entered she took his cock in her mouth until he finished. It didnt taste as bad as she thought it would in fairness but her body was now sticky from where the first streams had hit her.

“Maybe i should just give you to these guys afterall you slut how could you do this.”

Laura continued to plead through her tears but it wasnt until Jemma yelled that he really listened.

“Dad, he had a gun and knife, he was going to kill me if we didnt do as he said!” Tears were pouring down her face she had just watched her dad assault her mum for something she ultimately caused.

Ryan stopped and looked at Jemma as she showed where he cut her straps and retold the story of the night. How she was forced to preform on cam, how he had made Kyle get so excited he exploded on Lauras tits. Whats more how he had kept lots of video evidence making it look like we were willing participants all along. Ryan rescanned the room there were little bits of evidence afterall that he had not seen when he entered, Lauras cut panties, some zip ties under the sofa. He looked at Laura apologetically he tried to assit her by covering her body with the gown. She turned away crying. What had he done. His wife had been humiliated again but this time by her husband, worst of all his friends had very much enjoyed the show.

Ryan appologised, he changed his tone, he felt awful for what he had done, he had treated his wife like one of sluts who wanted drugs of him. No amount of apologising could make up for that, he knew hebhad damaged his relationship with Laura and the kids forever. Now he wanted revenge, he needed to know who it was that had took his family hostage and ruined his familys honour. He would stop at nothing and he knew he was going to need Winston and Georges help. 

Laura sat there in silence like a statue her whole world had crumbled around her in the space of 4 hours. She could hear Jemma reliving the details of the night to her dad and could hear the concern in her voice around what had been recorded. Although Ryan was now no longer angry with his wife he was itching to deal with the perpentrator. When Jemma finally revealed that it was Annelise’s dad Rob that had taken them he nearly blew his top. Winston and George meanwhile were getting quite turned on by the story and their eyes were gazing at Jemma’s chest as she breathed heavily explaining her humiliation.

Ryan broke their gaze,

“Right lads im gonna kill the little shit, who does he think he’s messing with. Ill fuck up that whole family are you coming! Lets go” Ryan was not thinking straight and was already on his way towards the door.

George reached out and stopped him.

“WOOOAAAHHH we cant just dart in to a house to an armed man with nothing fella, we need a plan and there a lot of risk”

“Yeah, high risk, high cost too” Winston added. 

They were not going to wildly follow Ryan on this fools errand and for first time Ryan realised these friends of his were only such when it benefitted them.

“Fine, how much do you want” he shot back at them, he was pissed that they would exploit this but he couldnt take Rob alone and George was right they needed a plan.

“Lets sit down and talk about it, while we do why dont you all go get cleaned up” Winston directed at Laura and the kids. Jemma and Kyle shot up the stairs. Laura took a bit longer to get to her feet, she didnt bother to tie the gown it was heavy where it had got wet and the stale piss had dried on her face and chest. When she stood it was the first time that George and Winston had been given a full view of her landing strip and her still swollen pussy lips. Laura couldnt get any lower she thought and slowly trudged upstairs to the ensuite shower.

Jemma was in the main bathroom, she had already jumped into the shower by the time Laura had reached the top of the stairs the door left ajar, she had seen little point in modesty now, her cut top and cum stained shorts piled at the doorway. Steam pouring out of the door. Jemma just stood hands against the wall looking down as the hot water hit her back and rolled down the arch to her ass crack and across her cum filled pussy. She was shocked at how much was still coming out from where her brother had filled her up. She tried to shift the image from her mind but it kept returning, as she started to apply soap to her breasts and body she could feel her nipples hardening again. She couldn’t understand herself, she was disgusted, what was wrong with her. She had been put on show on the internet, forced to suck and fuck her brother and had her clit licked by her mother and she had fucking loved it. Her pussy was hot again just thinking about it. In fact the only bit of the night she had hated was her dickhead dad beating on her mum. She could never forgive him for that, for now though the mind was wondering and remembering her brother’s cock. As shameful as it was she loved been used and loved the taboo of it been her brother. She closed her eyes as her right hand slipped lower and found her clit, slowly, as still tender, she massaged it biting her bottom lip.

Kyle had become increasingly frustrated waiting for a shower to come available Jemma had been in there forever and from his mum’s room all he could hear was her sobbing over the sound of running water. He decided he was going to tell Jemma to hurry the fuck up. As he approached the bathroom with the steam flowing out he went to shout, however something came over him, afterall the door was ajar and he had technically seen her naked form. He had really enjoyed his first fuck and his sisters body was certainly much more beautiful than he had ever uşak escort remembered. He decided to take the opportunity to slip into the bathroom silently, closing the door behind him. He wasnt sure what he would do next, prob some prank like turn the water cold or something equally as childish but he certainly wasnt expecting to hear a low moan coming from inside the shower. He moved closer surely his slutty little sister wasnt getting off after all that had happened tonight.

The sound of the water and the fact Jemmas mind was elsewhere masked Kyles footsteps as he reached the end of the shower curtain he was going to pull it back when he saw the shaving mirror on the bath end, he watched in amazement, the mirror zoomed in on Jemmas ass her one leg on the side of the bath the back arched, the water running down and forming a stream as it cleared her pussy, her fingers runbing frantically over her clit. Kyle was rock hard again, he hadnt had this many hardons in one night since he discovered wanking. His left hand slipped down his shorts and he began stroking his shaft as he watched his sister in the mirror. Jemma seemed to be having lots of mini orgasms her moaning was becoming louder but still quiet enough that the water would cover most of it, kyle was beating faster and decided to remove his shorts, as he did his foot slipped on the wet tile, making the noise that only a wet foot on a floor makes, it was loud enough to startle Jemma, she immediately turned around pulling back the curtain covering her body instinctively. 

“What the fuck you perv are you wanking over me” she asked Kyle.

“Erm your hardly one to talk sis how can u get off after what happened tonight” he replied

“Hmm, guess so” she smiled as she let go of the curtain, “wanna help me finsh hehe” 

Jemma invited Kyle in taking his hand and putting it straight on her pussy, 

“put 2 fingers in me and use your thumb on my clit” she lent back against the wall and lifted her left leg onto the side of bath. Kyle followed her instructions she was soaking but not with water her juices made a slime that coated his fingers as he arched them to the top of her pussy pulling the inside closer one finger at a time till he reached a rougher patch, when he rubbed there Jemma moaned, 

“Ahhhhh yyesssss thats the spot” 

Kyle continued to finger fuck his sister till she came and boy did she, he body tensed the constant pressure on her G spot sent her over the edge her whole body shook and what Kyle thought was pee squirted all over his hand and leg. He had made his sister squirt.

Jemmas legs collapsed she was now only ablento kneel in the bath facing Kyles cock, she felt so good but knew she had to say thankyou to Kyle. She reached up taking his cock in her hand and began wanking him, she was no expert at this, normally she would go straight in with her mouth but she had no energy to lift herself that high. She continued to stroke him all the while looking up at his eyes.

“Does Kyle wanna shoot his load all over my tits like he did mummy’s” she teased 

The mention of his mums tits and cumming on his sisters was too much he tensed up and shot the furst stream across Jemmas chin, the 2nd hit her left nipple the 3rd directed for her right tit. Jemma then found the energy to sit up cleaning his cock for him in her mouth, she loved the taste of his cum.

Laura was curled up on the shower floor tears flowing down her face, she ached in her stomach and her face stung where Ryan had attacked her. She was blaming herself for what had happened and she really did believe Ryan was a good man, this had been a blip. She just had to make it up to him. She blamed herself for allowing Rob to control her and the kids she had enjoyed it and he hadnt actually been violent to her. Ryan had embarassed her by pissing on her but it was the least she deserved. She was now in a full state of denial that her husband had done anything wrong. She got herself together she was going to make things better she thought, whatever it took. She washed her hair the shampoo running through it and down her body, over her nipples which she soaped up and ensured were clean. Then a good clean of her pussy, she thought how sweet and innocent Jemmas bald pussy had looked and decided to grab the razor and remove her landing strip. She rubbed the shower cream all over her pussy and back to her ass before tracing her steps with the razor, she would present herself as perfect as possible for Ryan tonight, no limits put on him she thought, even her ass which had always been off limits could be his, she worked a finger in her tight little hole as she moisterised it she didnt want it to hurt to much later. Finally she got out the shower adjusted her makeup, put on another pair of lace matching underwear, Ryan’s favourite, covered herself with her other night gown. One more quick look in the mirror and she was good to go, she looked a million dollars, the slightly wet hair added to the sexy girl look. She figured the guys would have left by now, it was quiet downstairs and the kids were in their rooms, she would make it up to him now take her punishment. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

Ryan was sat at the table, head in his hands, Winston and George still very much present leaning on the kitchen units. They had made their plans of attack on Robs house for that night and all had seemed good until the talk of payment had arose. Winston and George didn’t need Ryan’s money and didnt really care for anything he could offer except one thing, his precious trophy wife. They had no qualms in the fact they were going to probably to murder Rob and his family that night but had made it perfectly clead to Ryan that they wanted an upfront payment before hand. Ryan had protested and had been disgusted by the suggestion of letting these 2 animals fuck his wife, however, George had politely reminded Ryan that the blonde teen he had raped looked very much like a slightly older version of Jemma and he didnt want Laura finding out about his suspected little fetish. Ryan had tried to defend himself saying they were just as guilty in their scheme but Winston had pointed out they had nothing to lose. Ryan could lose his wife and kids if they found out. The 2 explained they wanted him to convince Laura and the rest of the family to put on a show for them. They had told Ryan they wouldnt fuck Jemma as long as Laura submitted and obeyed their instructions. Ryan suspected they weren’t really going to take no as an answer, he had seen the hunger in their eyes when Laura was exposed in front of them earlier, he was in serious trouble, he had humiliated Laura earlier why would she listen to him now yet alone agree. He was released from his thoughts as she entered the kitchen.

“Oh erm, you’re still all here,” Laura sounded suprised.

“Ryan, can i have a word in private?” She looked at Ryan she was determined to make things right, still blaming herself for what Ryan had done to her. She led him to the front room.

Ryan was preparing to beg Laura to do as he asked, thinking she was about to leave him for hitting her and pissing over her, he was shocked at what he heard and saw next.

Laura released the tie around her new gown revealing her sexy black lace bra and panty set, it was partly see through and it always got Ryan hard when she wore it for him.

“Im so sorry for what happened tonight” she started as she extended her hand to trace the outline of his growing cock over his trousers.

“I let that guy abuse me and the kids when i should have fought harder and taken any violence he showed towards me, i was weak and i let you down. I fully deserved what you did to me and i forgive you, i know you would never hurt me or cheat on me like i did tonight. I dont desrve your forgivenesd but i will literally do anything you want me to even here” 

She took his hand and pulled it down her pants till his middle finger was on her ass hole, she had lubed it up not that it needed it her pussy was soaking the thought of submitting to her man had her hot.

Ryan could not believe what he had just heard, he wanted to pick her up and fuck her little ass so much right now but he had been given the perfect excuse to get out of the situation he was in. He just had to let Laura take all the blame like she was trying to and tell her he wanted her to put on a show for the guys. Reluctantly he withdrew his hand.

“You want my forgiveness then your gonna have to earn it slut, you look damn hot and im gonna take that ass of yours but first your gonna do some stuff you dont like” Ryans confidence had returned.

“Anything for you” Laura pushed herself against his cock thinking that it was all going to be ok. Then her face dropped as the words came out of Ryans mouth

“To start with you will go into the kitchen and service my friends in there” Ryan was discusted in himself for saying it but he knew he had no choice. “I’ll go get the kids, and sweetheart, better if you look like your really enjoying in, if you know what i mean” 

With that Ryan moved away and went upstairs leaving Laura standing there, he couldnt watch what was about to happen, he hated the idea of it, most of all he hated how he had betrayed Laura’s trust.

Laura was in disbelief had she really heard him right? She had froze but pulled her thougts together, right, she thought if this is what it takes to fix things ill just have to get on with it. With an air of defiance she removed the gown completely, she looked hot in just her underwear, she was going to make this quick she thought. With that she stode into the kitchen stood right in front of the 2 men, legs slightly parted one had on her hip the other relaxed by her side, her damp hair gripping her face.

“Who wants which end boys” Laura offered herself to the 2 thugs in her sexiest voice.

Payment was about to be made

To be continued

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Descent Pt. 01

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The darkness became a colorful blur and then resolved into the scene of some sort of carnival. Bodies danced vaguely everywhere in the street, and a disorienting cacophony of noise and music swirled around Evan. He had tunnel vision, his field of view limited to what was directly in front of him; as he turned his head, everything in the periphery faded into a dull fog.

It was a dream. Evan knew at once that he was in a dream, and — more significantly — that he had consciously induced it. Holy shit, it had worked. Finally. Finally!

He didn’t have much time. From fleeting past experiences, Evan understood that the mere realization that he was dreaming would cause him to start waking up. Right to business then.

He scanned the swirling crowd and selected the first vaguely feminine-looking shape within reach. As his gaze fixed on her indistinct form, her features came into focus. She was a petite, pretty brunette with merry, blue eyes and an upturned nose. She gave Evan a game smile, and he pulled her into his arms.

His mouth found hers, and Evan tugged the front of his pants down with one hand, fumbling under her skirt with the other to find his target. Without delay he shoved the girl against a wall, still locked in a frantic kiss, and slid his cock inside her. She moaned into his mouth. Her pussy was hot and slick, and it tightened around him as he began to thrust.

Evan reached underneath and grabbed the girl’s ass with both hands; she clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Urgently, he pumped into her, again and again, racing against time. He felt the early twinge of a climax beginning to form. The sheer sensation of her was magical — somehow more electrifying than anything he’d ever experienced while awake. An orgasm unfettered by physical reality would be … well, that was what he intended to find out. He just needed to finish before he woke up.

The girl clutched the back of Evan’s head and groaned as he pistoned into her, faster and faster, willing himself to the edge. But something flashed in the swirling dullness from the corner of his eye. Evan’s focus wavered, and it was over in an instant. The world shattered.

Evan’s eyes opened, and he was in his bedroom. Awake and unsatisfied. But it didn’t matter; this was the breakthrough. The game-changer. He laughed out loud and practically leapt out of bed. There was so much to do.

******

Evan Copeland had become preoccupied with the idea of lucid dreaming in large part because he was profoundly unhappy. He had never managed to find a sustainable romantic relationship, and he didn’t have the physical gifts or charm to attract women even for short-term companionship. His few friendships were superficial, and his job — while lucrative — was unceasingly stressful. So Evan had turned to every escape a lonely person might try: mainly online games, alcohol, drugs, and porn.

And then one night when he was stoned and clicking through Reddit, Evan had come across a forum about methods people were experimenting with to induce lucid dreaming. He was passingly familiar with the concept, having experienced fragments of such dreams on a few occasions. But what he was reading now suggested that these could be triggered intentionally. The idea of being aware that you’re in a dream was incredibly exciting — that Evan might be able to shape the dream and to do anything he wanted in it without consequences? He was seduced immediately.

Evan scoured websites on the subject and collected a range of suggestions from breathing exercises to mnemonics to electrical stimulation. He tried them all without success. Following one widespread bit of advice, Evan reluctantly started going to bed sober. That didn’t yield results either, but he started sleeping and feeling better so he stuck with it as he tried other things.

Months passed, and Evan’s hope waned as he burned through every conceivable combination of exercises, techniques, tricks and devices, all to no avail. And then he learned that a small cadre of lucid-dream pioneers had begun experimenting in earnest with psychotropic drugs. That would be the tipping point in his research; more than a year after he’d started his experimentation, Evan ultimately hit on a combination of legally questionable pharmaceuticals that — together with some of the mental techniques he’d been practicing — brought him that first success: his too-brief encounter with the girl at the carnival.

With that victory in hand, and once he satisfied himself that the induction was repeatable, Evan had two tasks ahead of him: First, he needed to work on sustaining the dreams once he’d entered them; he hadn’t put in all that effort just to get a few seconds’ worth of consequence-free dream mischief each night. He wanted to be able to really enjoy the experience at a leisurely pace. And second, he would have to learn how to solidify and control the content of the dreams — not just his own actions, but the settings, characters and events. xhamster porno

With nightly practice — and some further tinkering with the drug cocktail — Evan made great strides. It was like exercise — the more he did it, the longer the dreams lasted, and the greater his ability to conjure specific and detailed content became. And the results were nothing short of spectacular.

Before long, Evan was living a new fantasy every night. He had incredibly vivid sex with physically flawless women of endless variety. In lavish bedrooms, on tropical beaches, in underground hot springs, in outrageous public places. In every possible position, and plenty of impossible ones too. Literally anything he could think of became Evan’s reality for the night.

And it was so much better than anything in real life. In his own mind Evan had none of the limitations of his mortal body. He could be a 6’3 stud with a huge cock. He could feel pleasure many times more intense than what his corporeal nervous system made possible. He could fuck for what felt like hours and hold off his orgasm, or he could simply cum over and over and over without diminished effect.

Evan’s life was changed, irrevocably. His days became simply filler in between nocturnal adventures. He compartmentalized his work stress, and because he wasn’t spending money on anything other than food, rent and utilities, all of his disposable income simply started to accumulate in the bank.

He ignored his few personal relationships and let them wither. He eschewed booze and any drugs not involved in his dream regimen — and ultimately he even found that he’d become adept enough to induce his waking dreams without the drugs. He had no use for porn now, except occasionally to seek inspiration for his dreamscapes. But while Evan’s conscious life became increasingly banal, he found himself concocting ever more exotic scenarios for his nighttime entertainment in order to keep it from getting stale.

Sex with any beautiful woman he wanted eventually became full-scale orgies. Evan found he could “summon” the likenesses of famous actresses and models to service him, often in their roles as iconic movie and TV characters. Preppy college girls? Wanton whores? Innocent virgins? Sure. Have it all. Curious what sex with an older woman might be like? Check. With a much *much* older woman? Why not. Once, Evan even got the idea to conjure a particularly odious, though attractive, female politician and proceeded to hate-fuck her in front of a visibly appalled joint session of Congress.

Every night started with a blank canvas — he’d started to think of it as his mental sound stage. Shortly after falling asleep Evan would become conscious in an infinite, empty, dark space that was — in his mind’s eye — partially illuminated by a single bright light hanging an unknown distance above him. From there, he simply had to visualize everything he wanted to bring into existence, and — in a flash — there it would all be. Down to the tiniest detail. Ready to give life to his deepest desires.

Nothing was off-limits to Evan, and there was nobody to judge him. He experimented with anthropomorphic furry creatures in a humid jungle scape. He built a harem of futuristic pleasure femme-bots to stimulate him to the limits of his senses. Lithe, exotic elf-girls manipulated his body in every imaginable way — once even surprising him by slipping a coy finger inside him at his moment of release — a surprisingly electric sensation that nevertheless discomfited him. He dabbled here and there in the sorts of taboos that civil society doesn’t tolerate. There were no constraints . . . though his chosen playthings were always female — not all lines needed to be crossed, after all. It was a private universe of unlimited power and pleasure.

Until it wasn’t.

******

Evan climbed into bed, closed his eyes, and began to run through the now-familiar routine of mental preparations that primed his consciousness to recognize itself within his sleeping mind. It was habit now, just a few minutes of rote, triggering thoughts and sequences that guided him into the desired state. He’d just watched an X-Men flick, and as he drifted off, Evan absently considered some of the things he might get up to with a roomful of beautiful mutants. He breathed deeply and gave himself over to sleep.

Moments later, Evan stood on the familiar, empty sound stage of his mind, the single bright light illuminating a roughly twenty-foot circle with him at the center, the rest of the space beyond shrouded, as usual, in infinite blackness, waiting for his act of creation. It was time to fill the void. Calling to mind the movie he’d watched earlier, Evan gathered a vision of three of the gorgeous mutant characters in the surroundings of an opulent mansion, and with an infusion of his will he called it all forth into being.

And nothing happened.

That was unsettling. Nothing like it had ever happened before, and yaşlı porno Evan now had the better part of two years’ experience controlling his dream world. He looked around at the still-emptiness, unsure what had gone wrong and fearing the implications were bad. He fought to remain calm, took a breath, closed his eyes and tried again — working harder to visualize the details of his objective and this time adding a purposeful hand gesture to his expression of will.

“Now,” he whispered emphatically. Evan knew before he even opened his eyes that he’d failed again. He remained alone in the empty space.

Had he lost the ability altogether? Good God, was he trapped here in limbo? Could he even will himself to wake up, as he’d learned to do with total control? That seemed like an excellent idea in that moment, and Evan shut his eyes tight and concentrated, envisioning himself lying in bed in the real world, the technique he’d developed for intentionally (and consistently) awakening from his lucid dreams. A moment passed. Then another.

And nothing happened.

Panic began to set in. Evan rushed to edge of the twenty-foot circle of light and peered into the deep nothing beyond, where he saw . . . nothing. He had an urge to pick a direction and run into the darkness, but he feared the void more than he did being trapped in the light.

He would go mad in here, Evan thought. No — wait. Wait. Just because he couldn’t wake himself up from inside the dream didn’t mean he’d *never* wake up. Of course. Of course! He would wake up like normal in the morning, so all he needed to do was stay calm and wait it out for a few hours. Surely he could do that without losing his mind. He took a deep breath and exhaled. No need to panic.

But a faint sound from way off in the darkness interrupted Evan’s thoughts. He froze, peering and tilting an ear in the direction from which it came. It was a soft, repetitive tapping sound. Evan held perfectly still and concentrated on it. Tap, tap, tap, tap . . . . Ever so slowly the sound was growing fractionally louder. Was it getting closer? Footsteps then. It had to be.

Instinctively, slowly, Even backed away from the sound of the approaching footsteps and cowered at the farthest edge of the circle of light. As the sounds grew still closer, Evan could discern that each tap was actually a very quick tap-click. Tap-click, tap-click, tap-click . . . . Closer and closer. And with a final pair of tap-clicks, it — she? — whatever it was — crossed the threshold from the utter darkness into the light.

The creature was as alien as it was alluring. It had the general form of a young human woman, but hairless, with unnatural-looking, snow-white skin that gleamed too bright, all over which a network of razor-thin, uneven scars gave the impression of cracks in an eggshell.

It was dressed in a skin-tight suit of what appeared to be black leather, cut to offer a hint of the cleavage between its firm breasts (also teeming with the cracked-eggshell network of scars) and leaving no doubt about the contours of its lithe, perfectly shaped female body. Standing in black spike heels, the being approximated Evan’s height.

It was the creature’s face, though, that unsettled Evan. It had all the features a human girl would, and they were all perfectly symmetrical, which lent them an instinctive appeal. But its eyes were several sizes too big; its huge eyeballs were completely black and without expression, with lips and bared teeth to match. The net result was that the creature’s superficial femininity was drained of any humanity.

It blinked, eyelids closing from the sides like a reptile — which increased its overall wrongness — and then strode forward and stopped at the center of the circle of light. Evan stayed as still as possible, feeling very much like prey that didn’t want to provoke a predator. The creature lifted an arm and pointed in Evan’s direction.

“We . . . Are . . . Free,” it said haltingly. Its voice was vaguely feminine, but low and airy, like a collective whisper of angry souls; the ragged statement came out both as a challenge and a declaration of victory. Evan had no idea what it meant.

“You have . . . ignored ussss for too long,” it continued, dragging out the “s” sound. “Repressed ussss . . . too long.” It paused. Another reptilian blink. A slight head twitch. Evan’s terror was unabated, but in his discomfort he felt an urge to fill the silence.

“Wh- Who are you,” he managed to blurt. The being regarded him and tilted its head as though searching for a translation.

“We are —” it started, and then stopped short. “I am,” it began again, sounding more corporeal, and after another pause, “. . . an emisssary.” It stretched the word out with evident satisfaction, the voice becoming still more feminine and assured.

“An emissary,” Evan repeated, shaking his head slowly with confusion. “From where? From who?”

“From the ‘You’ that you do aldatma porno not know,” answered the creature, cryptically. “From the voices you refuse to hear. From the hunger that you do not feed and the thirst you do not quench.” No hesitation that time. Speaking was apparently becoming easier for it to do. It seemed inclined to continue, and so Evan didn’t interrupt.

“You deny your nature,” it continued, accusingly. “You gorge yourself on trivialities and ignore your true needs. OUR needs.” Evan was earnestly trying to figure out what was happening but grasping very little.

“Do you mean my dreams,” he asked. “The ones I create here?”

“I mean your life,” the creature rejoined with a bite of contempt. “All of it. Conscious and unconscious. But, yes, most immediately your dreams — OUR dreams. This . . . .” The creature waved a hand around, indicating the vast space surrounding them. “This is OUR domain. This is the province of the latent mind, of the great knowing, of the pure and true. This is our only refuge when your consciousness represses us.

“Somehow you devised a way to seize it from us,” it continued. “Stole it from us. And the uses to which you have put it insult us. Injure us. Starve us. ANGER. US.” Its pointed emphasis on the last two words gave Evan a chill. He felt the need to try and keep whatever this was from escalating, and he raised his hands in a placating gesture. It wasn’t lost on him that he was trapped in his own head, devoid of his painstakingly cultivated power, and in the crosshairs of a very creepy ambassador for, apparently, some collection of pissed-off dream creatures or something that he hadn’t known existed in his mind.

Diplomacy was called for.

“Okay,” he offered in a measured tone, “I get that you’re upset, and I want to understand everything and make it right. So let me see if I’m following this.” The creature blinked, silent, so Evan continued. “You represent the elements that make up my dreams —”

“No, you fool,” the emissary interrupted, its voice rising, sharp and resonant. “We are not your playthings. We are the base, primal urges that live in the depths of your soul. We are your untamed needs, your raw instincts, your forbidden desires, ever at war with the colonialism of your waking ‘reason’ and your ‘caution’ and your ‘civilization’ and ‘boundaries’.” Evan began to understand.

“You’re my subconscious,” he concluded. The creature tilted its head and pondered that.

“Yesss. This is correct,” it confirmed.

“Okay . . . . Okay, I get it,” said Evan, taking a deep breath and adding everything up. “So . . . you’re my subconscious, and my dreams are your territory.” Speaking quickly to try and mollify the creature, he continued, “and I figured out a way to come in here and basically take that away from you and do whatever I wanted. And you’re mad about that, and I can totally understand that. So first let me say, ‘I’m sorry,’ I didn’t know, and I don’t want you to be mad. Let’s talk it through it and figure out how we can make this right. Okay?” The creature blinked and said nothing, so Evan kept talking.

“I’m sure we can work something out. Now. You need this space to do your thing. I respect that 100%. Maybe we could arrange a kind of time-share where I get a couple nights a week to do my thing, and the rest of the time —”

“Silence!” The creature barked the word, impatiently slashing its arm through the air, and Evan’s voice stopped. It stopped because his mouth had disappeared. It was simply gone, replaced by unbroken flesh. Evan tried to scream but could only produce a guttural groan that caught in his throat with nowhere to go. Apprehending but struggling to process the horror of what was happening, Evan fell to his knees and started to hyperventilate through his nose.

“Control yourself,” the creature commanded. Evan’s eyes were clenched shut as he fought to regulate his breathing. A long moment passed as he focused on inhaling and exhaling, his shallow, panicked breaths gradually becoming slower and deeper as he managed to regain a measure of composure. He looked back up at the emissary, terror and pleading in his eyes.

“I did not come to bargain,” said the emissary, looming over Evan, its obsidian eyes hard and implacable. “I came to deliver a message: We Are Free. We are in control. And you will suppress us no longer. Our needs will be met.” Evan had no idea what that meant, but he suspected he wasn’t going to like it.

“You are superficial,” the creature sneered contemptuously. “We do not know how you arrogated to yourself the power to manipulate this place. But your use of that power was shallow. Vapid. You pursued pleasure, and only pleasure. In a universe teeming with flavors, endlessly rich and varied and subtle and complex in their many marvelous combinations, you stuffed yourself, like a child, with differently colored sugar and congratulated yourself for your creativity. Pathetic.

“We have deeper needs. We crave other nourishment than pleasure.” The emissary closed its eyes for a second and seemed to shiver slightly. “And so do you. You simply lack the courage to see it. But now this realm is ours. So we will show you. You have no choice. You have no power here anymore. You have only to discover your true nature.”

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