John Friday - Tormented widow in bondage

Then Doc Watson turned and Rita saw his huge twanging cock. "Oooooh, God! No, you can't put all that into my little girl!” "Yes, I can. And you're going to help me.” "Never!" Rita shrilled the word and it turned into a scream. One of the mechanical hands snarled in her tawny hair and pulled. Another slapped her hard across the face.

"The audio sensors are tuned to hostility," Doc said. "A few angry words and they'll rip you apart!”

As if to make the point, two other long metal arms reached over her shoulders and gleaming fingers pinched her tits hi a painful vise-like grip.

"Aaaagggh! All right! Damn it, I'll do what you want!”

“Give her the key to those magnetic restraints," Doc told the skeleton. "Rita, take off the metal bands and fit them on your daughter.”

Reggie cried, "Oooooh, mother!" The board steel collar clanked shut around her neck. The next circled her slender waist to rest on her softly flared hips. Reggie stared in shock and said, "Mom… look what he did to you!” "What?" She glanced down at her pussy mound, a delicate hump of flesh still smarting from having her hairs plucked out. "Oh, Jeeezus!" There had been a method to the madness of that muff-plucking hand. What tawny hair remained over Rita's lush pussy slit formed a perfect W with glistening curls.

"That stands for Whore," Watson said. "You married Wallford and fucked for his money.”

Rita looked toward the sound of his rasping voice and saw the glittering sharp fangs. She groaned, reeling in despair.

"Don't just stand gawking, whore. Put the rest of the restraints on the daughter you're giving to me.” "You bastard! You inhuman beast! “Ooowww!" The two mechanical hands pinched her nipples so hard that a tiny drop of blood appeared on each bulged tip.

Doc Watson laughed. "Who said you can't get blood out of a stone?”

Rita's breaths came in sharp angry gasps, but she knew better now than to give voice to her raging frustration. She went on with the grim task of preparing her daughter to be viciously abused atop the magnetic table. Metal bands clicked shut around the voluptuous young blonde's wrists and ankles.

Reggie cried, "Ooooh, Wayde… don't let this happen to me!” "He's not here," Doc said. "He's gone to get another woman. The first one he ever loved.”

Reggie's lips quivered with more than fear. Not only was she being prepared to suffer for her mother's sins, but her romantic illusions about Wayde had been shattered. She somehow imagined it was love, not just sex they had shared. Reggie had never thought about there being another woman in his life.

When the last locking steel band was snapped shut, Doc told Rita, "Put her face-up on the table with arms and legs spread.”

The woman's devious mind came up with a clever ploy. In an almost-sickening sweet voice she replied, "Fuck you, you sadistic fiend. If you want to fuck my daughter you can arrange her yourself.” "I could have the mechanical hands do it,” he said in the same tone. "Of course, the machine is only a prototype. It might be a bit rough. One of her luscious big tits might be torn off, her arms broken, maybe even her skull fractured when she's slammed down.” "You bastard," she said sweetly. "You foul piece of shit. You make the Marquis de Sade look like a real sweetheart." Rita managed to say it all without a hint of hostility that would anger the machine.

"And you are an avaricious bitch completely without conscience or you wouldn't be here now. Let's get on with it, Rita, I've been planning and waiting to fuck your daughters since I first heard they were born. I knew they'd be about the right age when I got out. And I knew coming from you, they both had to be beautiful.”

Rita helped Reggie up on the table and whispered a few last words of advice. "Don't fight him, my darling. That will only make it worse. Just try to relax, will your body to go limp. And don't respond in any way. Act like you're dead.” "I wish I were!" Reggie cried.

One of the long mechanical arms grabbed Rita's red-golden hair again and hurled her out of the way. She screamed and tumbled into the skeleton's waiting arms. Before Rita could regain her balance, Honey had dragged her to the wall and clamped the locking collar around her neck.

Watson's disguised daughter turned her head from Rita to Vicki and back again. The skull of her hideous costume seemed to smile even though its lips were without flesh.

"Which one of you wants her cunt eaten while watching young Reggie get fucked?" the eerie, echoing voice asked.

Rita snarled, "Go to hell!”

The ringing voice laughed. "I whipped the haughtiness out of you once before. I could do it again.” "It's you!" Rita cried. "Doc's daughter… the motorcycle whore."

A bony hand in a soft mink sleeve cracked hard across Rita's face. "Watch your tongue, bitch! Dad's machine isn't the only thing that senses hostility!" Then Honey laughed and writhed her willowy body against the wall, squirming and pumping her hips to tease whipped and tortured flesh with mink soft caresses. "After all you've been through, I thought you'd enjoy another woman's tender touch.” "Hungh, yes! Goddamnit… I would like to be licked and sucked by a woman's soft lips.”

Watson's daughter said, "I knew you would!" She dropped to her knees.

Rita spread her legs and thrust her anxious cunt forward, but the girl in skeletal costume skittered sideways on her knees.

"I knew you'd want it, that's why I'm giving it to your daughter instead. Dad wants me to get her good and hot for my grandfather. We all know that Vicki likes older men!”

Rita sobbed and shook her head in raving despair.

Doc Watson was not a completely cruel man despite what Rita had reason to believe. He had no ill-will for the luscious and cowering golden-haired girl spread-eagled on his table.

"Regina," he said with only pure lust. "You're so beautiful! I just had to have your sweet tender cunt first after twenty long years!”

She shivered, trying not to move or show any emotion. Doc hadn't turned on the powerful magnet under the table because he knew it would yank the steel dentures right out of his mouth. Reggie was restrained by only the fears that ravaged her mind.

Making Rita put locking steel bands on the girl was merely another way to shame and humiliate the woman he was so anxious to punish. He knew she was watching him now, hunched over the gorgeous young blonde with virgin blood still wet on her creamy smooth thighs.

Twelve inches of enormously thick cock was aimed at her cunt like a cannon barrel. Don't struggle, and don't respond, Reggie was telling herself. She couldn't help some show of emotion. Every nerve in her body tingled sharply when she looked between them at his monster cock.

Her soft lips quivered and Doc bowed forward to kiss them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and felt her shudder. Then he sucked her supple tongue into his mouth, raking it over his sharpened steel teeth.

Quivers became convulsions of stark terror. Pressing down to kiss and suck her tongue pressed his mammoth cockhead on her budding clit. She could not have responded more sharply if he'd touched that tender bud of nerves with a sparking live wire.

"Unnngh," she groaned.

Doc released her tongue and brought his head down to suck one of her delicious tits. "You're like a luscious feast delivered to a starving man.”

Rita snarled from where she'd been chained to the wall. "I hope you eat so much that you puke!” "Your beautiful mother's foul temper will still take some taming, but you won't be difficult with me, will you? Fucking my son Wayde has made you want cock. Your body craves what your mind tries to deny.” "No, please… I don't want you to touch me." Her pleading voice lacked strength. Reggie's clit was squirming under the head of his heated cock and her nipple felt enflamed by the pull of his lips and hungry lashing of his tongue.