Aston Marlowe - Lisa_s stepmother

"Oh God, no, Frank! Don't, please!" Shirley begged as she clung to him, staying between him and the obscene orgy on the bed that was rapidly drawing to a climactic finale. "Listen to me, darling… it's my fault… all mine! Lisa isn't to blame."

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to rip his cock off and shove it down his throat! Get out of my way! The bastard is raping my baby!"

"Oh God, Frank! Please listen to me! Please!" Shirley sobbed as she continued to bar his struggling way. "Don't you see? He's getting more than he ever bargained for from Nomad! Look at his face! Lisa won't let him go! And look at Nomad's! He knows he's punishing him! We all hate him, darling, and we love you, but he trapped us into it! Oh God, darling, keep your head… we don't want anything to happen to you! We love you! Please, let us punish him."

Love you! Punish him! Look at his face… Love you! Love you! The exclamations raced through Frank's delirious brain in a tormentful maze as he gaped through blinding anger at the ravaging of his own naked daughter and tried to make sense from his imploring young wife's words! Keep your head… we love you.

Rivers' pain-charged brain whirled in an impossible sucking vortex that was drawing him down even as it was propelling him upward! He heard the kid's gasping squeals beneath him, and then a powerful growl from the mutt he was going to kill behind him, feeling the increase of his thrusting, sodomizing animal loins! Suddenly the fucking beast shot his scalding dog-cum up into his agonizingly stretched rectum to the very depths of his belly – hot, splurting sperm that burned in his guts like boiling oil! The sensation triggered his own orgasm and he sensed his raging semen begin to travel the distance from his heaving balls to the tip of his jerking cock-head, spitting in thick viscous squirts to splash against the soft walls of the kid's wildly quivering vagina, her climax convulsing her frantically hugging body under the violent force of his unleashed load…!

Why he hadn't murdered the son-of-a-bitch, Frank Douglas would never be able to answer, but he was to later reason that Shirley had saved him from committing that unforgivable crime which in the end would only have hurt them the worse. Though at that moment he was still beyond the realm of civil rationalization, he held himself back to the pleas of his nakedly voluptuous wife who was almost passionately embracing him as they watched the teenage Lisa fall limply into a merciful faint and the powerful German shepherd leap to the floor!

Vince Rivers began to struggle from the bed, mouthing foul oaths between vicious declarations of what he was going to do to the massive German shepherd that stood waiting with flattened ears and bared fangs behind him. The con-artist's rectum burned as if it had been reamed and scorched with a hot poker. He moved like a man who had ridden his first horse a nonstop hundred miles. The terrible rage in his eyes somehow didn't match the agony twisting his too-handsome face… and then, he saw Shirley's white nakedness standing inside the protective arm of her huge incensed husband and all of the violence seemed to drain from him…!

"First of all, you're still alive, Rivers… Edwards… Avery, or whatever the hell your name is," Frank hissed through clenched teeth, "and only by the grace of this girl beside me! If you're still in this house two minutes from now, there won't be enough left of you to feed to that dog, because I'll tear you apart piece by piece!" Frank pulled the forged check from his pocket and before the other's gaping eyes tore it into small pieces. "So much for that bit of evidence, which could have put you on ice for a few years. The finance company is outside picking up your car! Pull on your pants, you bastard, because that's all you're going out of here with… the rest of your things we'll burn…!"

"Now wait a minute, Frank…!" the trapped forger half-whined, only partially beginning to realize the desperate situation he had put himself in, unable to believe his stupidity in leaving that check behind. He'd been so goddamned anxious to fuck Douglas' virgin daughter.

"Now you've got a minute and thirty seconds left! I wouldn't advise you to waste it if you value your life you son-of-a-bitch!" Frank roared.

Vince Rivers didn't wait.

Frank Douglas sat behind the locked door of his study staring at the Scotch bottle before him. He jiggled the glass in his hand, sloshing the cubes of ice through the amber liquid he had been consuming off and on most of the afternoon. He wasn't drunk, he knew, at least not yet to his usual extent, but neither was he feeling any physical pain. Mentally…? That was a different matter.

It hardly seemed credible to the big, middle-aged man that it had all happened that very day under his own roof, and with the heavy silence that hung throughout the house since he had turned his back on his wife and daughter and walked into this room, he had been able to hear them sobbing off and on… crying together… his beautiful young wife whom he'd loved with a foolish idolation, and his own vivacious daughter who by all right should disown him! Christ, he'd nearly destroyed them both with his blindness, and if it hadn't been for Shirley's levelheadedness, he would have done worse by killing the worthless bastard who had nearly ruined their lives.

Well, all of that was behind them now, just as his usefulness to anyone was behind him! Shit, he was nothing more than a living vegetable, dead from the loins down and numb from the guts up! He gulped from his glass, determined to blot it all from his tormented brain in usual fashion. Then he remembered how his futile cock had actually jolted into almost pain-racked hardness when he'd gaped through the bedroom door and seen the goddamn wild orgy taking place on Lisa's bed. Both girls in their soft white nakedness… Shirley watching while the bastard Rivers brutally fucked his lusciously curved young daughter… and she taking the no-good son-of-a-bitch's huge cock like a real trooper! At the time, he hadn't realized she was being raped… he hadn't realized much of anything in fact, except a blinding rage! But it'd been the sight of that massive dog sodomizing Rivers, or whatever his name was, that had really set off some still-live wire in his impotent loins! Christ, for one whole minute his throbbing penis had been as hard as a teenager's on his first trip to a whorehouse!

Once he'd thrown the half-naked Rivers from the house, he hadn't said a word to either girl. Shirley had been too concerned with bringing her stepdaughter back to normal after her fainting spell and he supposed that was the way it should be. He'd simply walked into the study and locked the door behind him, truthfully not knowing what he was going to do next. Several times, Shirley had knocked and called to him, but he hadn't answered. He couldn't face her… either of them. He had no right to, but he'd always love them. He could only hope they didn't hate him for bringing this all upon them.

"I'm going to find Paul," Lisa softly answered the tearful blonde girl who sat beside her on the couch and whose hand she held clasped in her own. "That is, when I leave here… but I'm not leaving, Shirley, until things are absolutely worked out between you and Daddy!"

"You're a darling, Lisa…" the young stepmother half-whispered with deep sincerity. "B-But I don't believe that's going to happen. I-I doubt if your father has much use for me now, not after all that's happened. He won't even answer my knocking or speak to me… and I don't know as I blame him, after what I let that… that pig do to you."

"My God, how could you stop him?" Lisa asked her for the umpteenth time. "You know it was more my fault than yours, Shirley! I wanted it… even begged you to let him rape me, didn't I?"