This series of stories tells a tail of how Paris, a mid/late 30's woman takes control and her revenge on the family of her lover.
The stories contain themes of coercion, blackmail, incest, bondage, rape, violence. If you are not into any of these themes than please move on. If you are then I hope that you enjoy the stories.
As always, I would appreciate your feedback and, hopefully high ratings.
The Family Reunion
Paris woke from a dreamless deep sleep. She was excited thinking about the day ahead and rushed downstairs to eat a hearty breakfast, she would need the energy!
Once she had eaten, she returned to her room to shower and make sure that her whole body was hair free and moisturized. After her shower, she firstly dried her hair into her signature wild mop and then did her makeup, producing a super sultry look.
She dressed selected her underwear. First a black leather 1/4 cup bra that displayed her big tits beautifully and deft her nipples bare. Next, she pulled on a pair of black leather open crotch briefs. She then selected her favourite 8 strap suspenders belt, black and leather of course to which she attached a pair of black seamed stockings.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she looked hot!
Finally, she slipped on a black skater style dress that fell just below the level of her stocking tops and a pair of 4-inch heels.
At 3 minutes to 9 the doorbell rang. When Paris opened the door there was a very nervous looking Lucinda standing on the doorstep.
Paris had to admit that the girl looked sexy. She was wearing a short summer dress that showed off her trim figure and was well made up.
"Hello bitch," Paris greeted her, "follow me."
Paris put a deliberate sway in her hips as she walked in front of the girl. She knew that as she walked up the stairs the young lesbian would be treated to the sight of her creamy thighs over her stocking tops.
They got to the door of the playroom Paris spun and grabbed Lucinda pulling her into a kiss which gradually became more passionate, their tongues duelling with each other. Paris could sense the arousal building in her victim.
Paris ended the kiss, grabbed Lucinda's long blond hair and dragged her into the playroom.
Lucinda gasped, she had never seen anything like it.
Paris threw her on the massive bed and straddled her face.
"Show me how well you can eat cunt, bitch," she demanded, as she pushed her dripping cunt over the girl's face. The skirt of her dress fell over the girls face effectively blindfolding her, plunging her into darkness.
A fragrant pussy pushed down on Lucinda's face sparking need in the young slut. She started licking and sucking the pussy on her mouth. She had to admit that Paris tasted delicious.
Paris started to grind her rapidly heating pussy on Lucinda's face, smearing it with her pussy juices that were really starting to flow.
While the girl feasted on her fanny, Paris strapped a Velcro cuff on each of her wrists which she attached to the headboard of the bed stretching the girl into a 'Y', once she had the girl restrained, she sat back and enjoyed her very talented tongue.
Lucinda ate Paris to three strong orgasms, the first two producing a flood of cunt cream, the third a squirt that she was forced to swallow as Paris squatted hard over her mouth.
The doorbell rang, and Paris left to answer it.
Once she had left Lucinda heard a voice.
"Sis, is that you "
"Oliver, is that you? I can't see you?"
"Yes, it's me, I am in a cage under the bed, she put me in here yesterday."
Taking advantage of Paris' absence, the two siblings updated each other about how they had got in their current predicament.
Meanwhile, downstairs Paris opened the door to Susan. "You're late," she snapped, immediately putting the sibling's mother on the back foot. "Come in."
Once in the hall the two women studied each other.
Susan saw a sexy woman, mid 30's, oozing sex appeal and confidence.
Paris saw a middle-aged woman dressed in drab clothes trying to look confident, but Paris could see the fear in her eyes.
Paris said, "I thought I told you to dress pretty? You look like a frump; your clothes offend me! Take them off." Paris glared at the woman, locking wills and, as she knew would happen, Susan caved.
Susan reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress down before stepping out of it. Underneath she was wearing her standard industrial bra, granny pants and tights.
"Oh no," Paris said, "that won't do at all! Take everything off, unless you want to be homeless and penniless."
A brief look of defiance ran across Susan's face, but it was swiftly replaced by a look of defeated resignation, and she started to strip.
Once she was naked, she shyly covered her tits and pussy with her arms.
"Arms by your side bitch," Paris demanded, and Susan reluctantly complied. "Not a bad body for a frigid old bitch," Paris observed, "but as Sean Connery would say, 'the collar doesn't match the cuffs'.
The already blushing Susan blushed even brighter red.
"Don't you worry Susan, I have just the person to help you with that." Paris told her with a slightly evil grin. "Come upstairs with me."
Unlike her daughter, Paris took Susan to her own bedroom rather than the playroom.
"Lie on the bed, I want your knees up and your legs spread wide. Your hairdresser is going to need full access to that jungle of yours!"
Susan adopted the position while Paris gathered various items, which she placed on the bed.
First there was a suspenders belt and some black fishnet stockings, then there was a pair of high heeled shoes and a chain with nipple clamps at either end.
Next, she went into her en-suite and, over several trips, produced, barbers' clippers, a razor, shaving foam, baby oil, flannels and a couple of bowls of hot water and several towels.
"I am going to fetch your barber now; don't you dare move while I am gone" Paris told the trembling Susan.
Paris went to the playroom and the chatter between the siblings ceased.
"I can hear that you two have been getting re-acquainted, I am sorry to break up the party, but I need sissy boy for a while, but don't worry he will be back soon. Oh, and Lucinda my dear, because you ate my cunt so delightfully, I have a reward for you to enjoy while we are gone."
Paris pulled back the curtains around the cage and unlocked the door so that Oliver could crawl out. She handed him a Stanly Knife saying, "be a dear and cut the clothes off the stuck-up bitch on the bed for me."
Oliver walked over to his sister and muttered, "sorry sis" and his bollocks were suddenly jolted with an electric shock, sending white hot sheets of pain lancing through his body.
"You have nothing to apologize for sissy," Paris growled, "now get on with it."
Oliver rapidly started cutting off his sister's dress, slitting it up through the middle and then cutting the sleeves so that he could pull the wrecked garment away and throw it on the floor. Next, he cut through between the cups of her bra and then the shoulder straps, confining it to the floor next to the dress, revealing a very pert pair of 'C' cup tits topped with the cutest pink nipples.
Oliver had almost forgotten how his sister, and his mother, had been the focus of his wanking fantasy's before Paris had moved next door. He moved down and sliced either side of her briefs and pulled them out from between her thighs, he noticed how damp the gusset was and that her beautiful bare cunt was emitting the musky smell of excited pussy.
Instinctively the girl spread her legs giving her brother an unobstructed view of her twat, making his cock quite uncomfortable in its cage.
Paris walked over to the naked girl, drinking in her beauty, thinking how much Tim was going to love fucking her. She slid a harness up the girl's legs and fastened a thick belt around her waist. Attached to the harness was a pouch in which she placed a Hitachi wand vibrator. The 'forced orgasm belt' was specially designed to hold the head of the wand against the clit of the wearer.
Paris plugged in the wand and turned it on, and the powerful vibrator sprang to life.
"This is on 1/2 power, I want to know how many times you have cum when I return, Paris told the girl.
"Oh my fucking God!" Lucinda shouted, as the wand started to work its magic on her already excited cunt.
"Come with me sissy, you have work to do," Paris commanded.
"Yes mistress," he replied meekly as he trotted behind her like an obedient puppy.
He stopped in shock as they walked into Paris' bedroom and saw his mother naked on the bed, legs akimbo.
"You have all the equipment you need to remove that offensive mat of hair from between your mother's legs. I thought you might enjoy the close up view of the place you came out of, and the place you tried, and may have succeeded, to fuck a baby into.
When you have finished shaving her, you will use your tongue to test that her pubic aria is as smooth as a baby's bottom, but be carful not to make her cum, I have seen what a slut she is for you! Any cuts and any stray hairs and you will be punished."
Once she is prepared you will dress her in the clothing I have left out and then secure her to the St Andrew's cross in the playroom, facing outwards."
"Any questions?" Paris asked.
