A family of four gets what's cumming to them
All characters depicted here are well over 18 years old
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He (Luke's 23 year old) awoke with lidded eyes. As he tried to rub them, the slightly slack chain on his wrists kept his hands where they were, and far from his countenance. What he could discern was that they - consisting of he and his similarly bound mother - were in a dimly lit cave located who knows where. The cool gentle breeze on his testicles and the fuzzy pink glow of his mom told him that they were not only restrained, but naked. At this point he could only make out the words...
"...uck you, let us out!," his mom, Julia Anne (45 years old), exclaimed to an unseen recipient, "My husband is a big executive at the city police department. He'll have a swat time here in minutes, if he hasn't already!"
An unfamiliar sounding woman (Janet, age 43) laughed, "oh yes, Luke," (age 49), "I know ALL about Luke. He negotiated a contract with me to supply the department with Kevlar vests. He took quite a liking to my curves, and the twinkle of lust in his eyes was unmistakable. That's why MY husband and I recently hatched our little liberation campaign to get your whole family here. Soon enough you will thank us."
'Smug' was not adequate to describe the invisible woman's self-congratulatory sneer. Through the murky haze of his vision Kyle could barely discern that the mystery woman was clad in a black leather cinched waist bodice and matching mini dress. Her protruding breasts were barely held by the lurid set of studded cups. This, and her commanding throaty voice, gave her an unequivocal 'I'm in charge' aura.
Kyle also noticed an imposing male figure to her left (45 years old.) He was decked in shrink wrapped hip hugging vinyl pants, unlaced combat boots and a pair of bullet belts crossing at his shirtless hairy chest. The outfit revealed his bulge, and its prominence doubled with each passing minute. He was tall, built, with a slight paunch from the years, and had a chin-length grey-blonde center parted 'coiff.' He held still in a military at-ease stance as his superior, the Queen - his wife, issued her edicts. His nipples were unusually reddish and long for a male. He just stared at Kyle's mom's exposure. Clearly he was enjoying the visual of her svelte gams, those at which her own son had also secretly lusted.
The sight of the two strangers, presumably their captors, and his nude mother's immodest showcasing of her moderate sized breasts, raised both his consciousness and his erection. His mother could not help but steal an appreciative sideways glance at her son's girthy member. Kyle caught her peeping at it and proudly smiled to himself.
'Heck, I'm naked too and mom's staring at my hard dick,' he was amazed by the thought, '...and chained to the ceiling like a Guantanamo prisoner. WTF!'
"I see you casting a gaze at your son in his 'all-together', and that you like what you see! That will serve our, and even YOUR, purposes quite nicely.
"I don't know what sick game this is but you'll never get away with it," barked mom.
The vinyled man finally entered the conversation, "Oh how quaintly clichΓ©."
Her Majesty quickly interjected, "Show some compassion, dear. They only just arrived. Don't fret, we'll have them WHIPPED into shape in no time, but I have no doubt that they'll find that out for themselves," she proudly assuaged her counterpart, "Anyways, as I've alluded, we've brought you here to set you free. Free from sexual inhibition, free from societal norms, free to enjoy your all too short time in this life."
Meanwhile, Julia Anne's own figure was one of a softly aged Greek goddess chiseled in stone: long and lean and sporting a smart bob of darkened rose. For a woman who popped out two kids two decades ago (and still relishing hubby's big dick), she looked tight as a drum. Kyle, as was his father, himself quite statuesque: green eyes, athletic torso and chest, all anchored by a set of taut hairless buns and a meaty neatly trimmed cock and scrotum.
"So here's the deal: I am to be addressed as Mistress and my husband, your patriarch, shall be Sir," declares Mistress. "You are to service us in any manner of our choosing. Recalcitrance will be painfully reprimanded, compliance with pleasurable kudos. For you two, and the other two of your family, this place will serve as a training ground of sorts. You will be introduced as a family unit to other Dom/mes of this community. All of you will come to crave our directives eventually, everyone does."
Sir continues for her, "shortly your family will be whole once my... our...", he cautiously corrects himself in deference to Mistress, "minions have lured those absent into this lair. Until such time, let's start with some basics..."
Suddenly the thick atmosphere is broken by the crashing of opening doors and the grunts from naked sweaty figures roughly escorted by buff masked guards. Both Kyle and his mom instantly recognize dad and sis despite their unfamiliar disheveled appearance.
Mistress then comments, "Perfect. The other half is here. Now we can begin."