I'm not a fan of the non consent category, but I like the idea of the bad guy getting pay back. I also managed to incorporate 12 categories into one story.
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The Gibson family of Oak Ridge Road were the epitome of the All American family. Jim and Diane had been married since college, and they had two college aged kids, Jason and Sally. While Jim and Diane were in their 40s, they were still fit and attractive, and both their kids were known for turning heads. Sally was a petite blonde with a cheerleader's enthusiasm and the innocence of a choir girl. Jason played football at the small college he attended, and looked like a Calvin Klein model with his shirt off. They lived in a quiet street in a tree lined neighborhood where everyone was friends and nothing bad ever happened.
The kids were home from college for the weekend, and as they often did, the Gibsons were gathered around a game of Scrabble in the den. It was their tradition to play a board game while catching up on what the kids had been up to. They were in the midst of sharing a laugh over a debate over a word when the doorbell rang, and Jim went to answer the door.
At the door stood Leroy Collins. Leroy looked like a very normal 30 year old guy, reasonably nice looking, fairly well dressed. Jim did what nice people do, he smiled and nodded and said hello.
"I wonder if I could trouble you for some assistance," Leroy said, with an almost aristocratic accent. "My car broke down and I need to borrow a phone."
"Certainly come right on in," said Jim, turning to invite the stranger into his home. As he turned to show Leroy in, he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head, and then everything went black.
When Jim regained consciousness, everything had changed. He was in the den, tied firmly to a chair. His wife was on her knees beside him, crying, her shirt ripped open. His son stood shirtless and handcuffed to the chandelier above his head. His daughter lay on the floor on her side, her hands bound behind her with red silk ties, and another one wrapped around her mouth. He desperately tried to process what was going on, but before he could a voice popped up beside him.
"Well, well, I was wondering if you were ever going to join the party," Leroy said. "We were about to start without you."
Jim turned his head toward the voice and saw the sinister eyes of Leroy Collins, holding a black revolver. With a shudder, Jim realized that his family had fallen victim of the Red Ribbon Rapist, a serial sadist who had been responsible for a recent string of home invasion murders. The Red Ribbon Rapist would invade a home, tie up the occupants in red ribbons, and sexually assault them in a variety of sickening ways.
"Please don't do this," stammered Jim still groggy.
"I love it when they beg," Leroy grinned devilishly. Then he grew stern and slapped Jim in the head. "I'll do what I want, and you will too."
Realizing that begging was futile, Jim became silent.
"Now, where were we," Leroy said, waving the gun around menacingly toward Sally. "I believe that I gave you some specific instructions, young lady, and I expect you to obey. Now I'm going to take the gag off, but if you scream again, I'm going to make your mom take off some more clothes and hit your daddy on the head again, understand?"
Sally nodded, her eyes showing fear.
"Get up on your knees," Leroy said.
As she struggled to her knees, Leroy jerked her up. He pulled her face roughly into his crotch and held it there as he used a knife to cut the gag, then he pushed her away.
"Do it," Leroy said. "Go suck big brother's cock."
Jim's eyes widened in horror as Leroy's words sunk in. He quickly realized that they had no choice but to go along with the demands of this twisted bastard. He gritted his teeth and nodded to his daughter.
Sally resigned herself to the sick demand, moving over clumsily on her knees in front of Jason.
"Now take his shorts off," said Leroy grinning.
"How?" said Sally, slightly lifting her hands that were bound behind her back.
"With your mouth," said Leroy.
Sally looked up at Jason, who was looking down at her, and moved forward to attempt to take his pants off with her mouth. Her attempts were completely unsuccessful, in part because she didn't want to. After a while she gave up.
"Please, I've never done this before, I've never even been with a man," she sobbed.
"You stupid bitch," said Leroy roughly. "THAT is going to cost you."
He grabbed Diane and jerked her up to her feet. In a flash, he had ripped off her skirt, leaving her standing in the middle of the den with just her bra and panties.
"Now daddy's going to pay too," Leroy said, rearing back to hit Jim again.
"No, wait, I'll do it," Diane shouted out.
Leroy stopped in mid swing, looking back over his shoulder. The wheels in his head turned as he imagined the mother and son scenario.
Everyone else in the room took in Diane's proposal in stunned silence.
"Well then, I am looking forward to this show," Leroy said. He turned to Jim. "I'll bet you are too."
Jim sat stoically in the chair, staring straight ahead.
Diane walked over to where Jason was, smiled almost ruefully, and kneeled down in front of him. Wasting little time, she used her teeth to pop off the button, slid the zipper down, and in seconds had Jason's shorts and boxers down around his ankles.
Now the room was rapt in attention once again. Jason was only semi-erect, but it was very clear that his cock was large. Abnormally large.
Leroy moved over to get a closer look. "Damn dude, what kind of vitamins do you eat?"
Jason looked down at his sister and mother kneeling in front of him. "Don't make them do it," he said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pretend like I cared about your opinion," Leroy sneered. "You people are trying my patience — I make the orders, not you - that's going to cost you."
Leroy walked around behind Diane. Once again the knife flashed out, cutting the bra strap clean and exposing a perfect pair of breasts.
"If you've never been with a man, maybe you can practice sucking on your mother," he said. "Go ahead, suck on your mother, just like old times."
Sally looked confused, but her mother knew they had no choice. Diane moved over and took Sally's head in her hands, and pulled her into her breasts almost lovingly. Not knowing what else to do, Sally took her mother's nipple into her mouth and began kissing and licking her. The room was silent for several minutes while the scene played out.
After awhile, Leroy stepped in and pushed the two apart. "Don't get too cozy you two," he said. "Pretty soon I'll be making you both my bitches."
Leroy looked back toward Jason. "Now make him hard," said Leroy cruelly. "Kiss his cock, lick his cock, both of you."
Sally looked at her mother, and her mother just nodded. They moved into position on either side of Jason's mammoth tool and began to kiss and lick him as they were told. Jason seemed to be fighting the urge to become aroused, but a 19-year old kid has only so much resistance, and before long his cock began to grow, to harden, and to the amazement of everyone in the room, it just kept growing, until it was pointing up towards the ceiling with what had to be at least 10 inches of rock hard steel.
The most transfixed person in the room had to be Leroy, who had moved in close to watch the action, and he had become so mesmerized by the size of Jason and the utter naughtiness of what was happening, he had not
noticed that Jim had managed to free himself from the red ribbons, using a fingernail clipper he had in his pocket. He did not notice that Jim had risen up from the chair and grabbed a large, heavy paperweight off the end table. And he did not notice that Jim took the paperweight and whacked him over the head.
When Leroy regained consciousness, everything had changed. He was alone in a different room, a rather dark room with few furnishings, and his arms and legs were each tied to four different ropes pulling him in four different directions. His legs were partially spread, and his arms were tied to the rafter above his head. He shook his head to get the cobwebs out, and tried to see if he could move, but he was locked into place. He yelled out, but got no response. It was another ten minutes before he heard a noise at the door.
The door opened, and Sally walked in. She didn't just walk in, she sauntered in. She was dressed in a very sexy, very frilly baby doll outfit, with a pair of thick red high heels. She looked nothing at all like the innocent little girl he had been bossing around earlier. Leroy blinked, closed his eyes tight and reopened them, desperately trying to wake himself up from this very weird dream.
Sally walked over to a table where some candles were and lit them up. Then she walked slowly up to Leroy, turning away at the last second to walk over to another table, where she lit some other candles. In the soft glow of the candles, she looked absolutely stunning.
She walked back over to stand tantalizingly close to Leroy.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot before," said Sally, unbuttoning Leroy's shirt. "I think we need to start over."
She proceeded to cut off his shirt and then his pants, leaving him standing silently and fearfully in his boxer shorts. She dragged a slow finger down the front of his chest and down to the top of his boxers, where she let her fingernails drag lightly along his torso.
"Daddy says we have to turn you into the cops," she frowned. "But he did say that I could have a little fun with you first."
Being a man of pathetically distorted perceptions, Leroy quickly came to the conclusion that he was going to have the pleasure of being a boy toy for this delectable creature, and he couldn't help but smile. Already, he was thinking of ways to convince her to let him go, so he could go back to being in control.
Sally walked slowly around Leroy, letting her hand drag around on his chest. She came up behind him, letting her hands tickle his chest and stomach. She leaned in and whispered into his ear.
