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.
