The sun was beating down on the glorious Yorkshire village. Outside the "Woolpack" many locals sat around picnic tables with their drinks, mulling over the events of the week. Some of the events we already know about from the television but others relate more to the off screen antics we are never privy to.
Jack Sugden sits alone at a table waiting for Diane to bring out his pint. He was still reeling at the morning's revelations and, indeed, his cock was still hurting, it had been used so much.
About 9am that morning Jack pulled up in his Land Rover outside Home Farm to have words with Chris Tate about selling part of his farm. As he approached the door he heard Chris Tate's raised voice but he could not make out what he was saying. He banged on the open door but there was no answer. He ventured inside, calling to Chris , but again without response. He could hear frightened sounding female voices from upstairs so he decided to take a look, this time without calling out. A strange feeling had come over him – he felt as if he was about to walk in on something he should not see.
He reached the top of the stairs but the voices were now too soft to hear but he could tell they were coming from the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar so he sidled up against the wall to peek in. The sight that met his eyes would stay with him for ever. With any luck it would he thought!
There, standing at the foot of the bed was Charity Dingle dressed in a black leather Basque which was studded with heavy chrome bondage studs. The suspenders held up patent leather or plastic stockings - Jack couldn't tell which, and was not all that bothered - and on her feet she wore the highest heeled pointed scarlet sex shoes he had ever seen. The top of the Basque was cut under her tits and he could clearly see a gold nipple ring on her left dark coloured nipple. She clasped in her right hand a cat-o-nine-tails but did not seem ready to use it. At her feet, kneeling, bound with her hands behind her, tied tightly together, and then in turn bound to her feet with heavy coarse white rope, was Zoe. She was blindfolded with a leather mask but was obviously very distressed. Neither of the women spoke but then Jack saw out of the corner of his eye, reflected in the dressing table mirror, Chris Tate seated in his wheelchair stark naked. In his right hand he held a small black pistol which he was pointing at the girls, and in his left he was slowly working his foreskin up and down his thick stubby cock. It must have taken all but a second or two for Jack to take all this in, but although his instincts told him he should be the hero of the hour and barge in on the scene disarming Chris in the process, he found he had a very stiff protrusion of his own to deal with. As a result he decided to stay and watch the proceedings.
After a few seconds Chris said softly to Zoe "I told you Zoe, if I ever found out who Charity was having an affair with I would severely punish them if not kill them." He continued to stroke his hard cock. "Being my sister, I can't find it in me to kill you but as you are a lesbian slut, you will not mind if I direct a short lesbian scene for my own pleasures."
Charity started to say something but Chris raised his voice and retorted "You shut your Dingle tramp fucking face. I loved you even though you were a whore but you couldn't even have the decency to have an affair with another man. You humiliate me by fucking my own sister. Well now it's my turn for some gratification. Stand behind Zoe." Charity did so. "Now pull her hair back hard so she rocks back on her legs and I get a good view of my sister's pert little tits and that black bush of hers. Yes that's it."
"No Chris Please. This is wrong. I'm sorry" Zoe pleaded.
"Shut up Zoe, there's a good girl." Replied Chris. He continued "Now whip her tits" – Charity begun doing as he asked, Zoe cried out in pain with each stinging crack of the whip."That's it harder you bitch, harder you fucking slut whore. Fucking bleed my sisters tits. Oh yes Oh yes"
Charity saw that Chris was becoming very excited, little drops of precum were spilling from the top of his dick.
"Chris" started Charity "Let me finish you off please. You know I love to swallow your cum" Her short untidy blonde hair was wet with sweat.
"No" said Chris as he wheeled his way towards her, "You are bisexual, we all know that. But she, my slut sister is a dyed in the wool lesbian" He was now beside the girls but still held the gun. "Suck my cock slut sister. Go on you bitch, you've never had the taste of real man-cum. "
"No Chris I cant" sobbed Zoe
