John Friday - Tormented widow in bondage

Honey Watson felt a chill of rage as though ice water had been injected into her veins. Cloaked in mink blacker than midnight, down on her knees with her skull-painted hood buried in Vicki's cumming cunt slit, the woman's lithe daughter was all but invisible.

The willowy blonde rose slowly and strode toward her. The eerie skull's slack jaw twisted. Long strides opened the front of the shimmering black coat. Lana saw bony ribs and legs like something just hauled out of an old grave.

An eerie voice said, "The young man you had the hots for couldn't be bothered with kids, so you sent Wayde and his sister off to a foster home!

Lana's face paled to the color of bleached bone. "Oh, Wayde!" she cried in alarm. "I thought that would be the best thing for you and Honey.” "The best thing for you, you mean," he said coldly. "My sister and I were just shit to be swept out of the way.” "No, you don't understand-” "I understand perfectly," Doc said. "You were fucking my young assistant a full year before I was sent away. To marry the hot prick you craved, you had to get rid of your own very own children.

"It's your fault that I started that affair. You spent so much time with your crazy inventions.”

“Now you will pay! Bones, bring your whip!”

Lana sucked in a frightened gasp. Their daughter Honey had always been thin. The father she adored had jokingly nicknamed her "Bones." Now Lana saw the full grown skeleton of a woman without flesh, advancing with a coiled blacksnake whip in hand.

"Oh, Honey… is that you?” "No, not the little girl you threw out with the trash!" The whip uncoiled, trailing behind her like an obedient serpent. Her electronic voice was distorted beyond recognition, eerie and cold. The whip hissed and cracked with a tongue hot as flame. It tore the front of Lana's dress and laid a red welt between the tits that Honey and Wayde used to suck.

Honey arched her arm back and delivered another stinging hot lash. That ripped her mother's expensive dress from bust to belly-button. The woman screamed, but she was helpless with her wrists cuffed and her upper arms gripped by her son and his grandfather.

"I quit caring about you a long time ago," Doc said. "But Honey and Wayde insisted that we include you in the plot for revenge. I needed their help, and so was happy to oblige them.”

The whip hissed and cracked again. Lana took another lash that blazed a welt from her black-furred pussy mound all the way to the base of her neck.

The torn front of her dress parted and fell away. Lana's knees buckled, her body weak from the shock of pain. Wayde and Dad Watson let go of her arms and let the woman slump to her knees.

Honey hurled her arm high and laid the braided lash down so that it curled over her mother's back. Lana howled desperately and pitched forward, sprawling on the rough stone floor with hands cuffed behind her back. She scraped her chin and skinned her nose. Lana writhed and twisted, babbling pleas for mercy. Honey answered with two sidearm lashes that striped her mother's ass with burning red welts.

"I hope that hot young prick you married was worth all this," the willowy blonde said.

"He wasn't… he left me for a younger woman, but then it was too late to get my children back.” "They're back now, Mother, dear. Back with a vengeance!”

The hissing hot whip peeled off more of Lana's dress. Her twisting and writhing on the cold stone floor left her stark naked except for the handcuffs locked around her wrists.

Wayde smiled down on her unconcerned. "You said that dad spent too much time with his crazy inventions… well, now it's about time for you to enjoy one of his latest. Dad has designed what you wanted when he was trying to work his way up in the business world so that we could all enjoy the good life. Mother, meet REAM… an almost-perfect non-stop fuck machine!”

He hoisted her up and sprawled his mother on her back. Something whined beneath the table top and the magnet came to full power. Lana's cuffed wrists clenched to the slick metal surface as though welded in place by some unseen force.

Six gangling metal arms all swayed into motion. Two pinched her tits with cold fingers. Another began plucking out her black cunt hairs one by one. The other three rammed hideous cock-like appendages into her mouth, pussy and ass all at once.

Doc Watson had refitted the metal arms for her abuse. He hadn't quit caring about what she'd done after all. "Suffer, you cock-crazy bitch! REAM will give you all that you want… and then some!” "Mungh! Haaagh! Grungh!" Lana was being three-way fucked by life-like cocks that would never tire.

Dad Watson watched his ex-daughter-in-law take a vicious reaming just long enough to swell his gnarled old prick aching hard. Then he stripped off his clothes and approached the fiery young redhead chained to the wall.

"I hear you have a thing for older men," he said with a toothless grin.

Vicki hardly saw that. She gazed down at his twisted eight-inch cock and the lewd way his prick throbbed. She moaned. Her mind and pussy were both repulsed by the sight of a cock that looked more like a corkscrew.

"I could have Honey whip your ass into line," he said. "Or you can turn like a nice girl, reach back and part the cheeks of your luscious ass for my prick.” "Not up the butt… oh, my God! I've never done it that way before.” "I know. That's why I want it now. Ain't often a man my age gets to fuck a virgin hole.”

Vicki cringed, wincing her eyes shut and squirming her ass against the bleak wall.

"I would just hate to ask Honey to whip your sweet ass," he said. "But then again, that would make it a lot hotter for my twisted old prick. Hey, Honey-” "No!" Vicki screamed. She whirled around, clanking her neck chain, and banged her head against the wall when she bent over. "Go ahead, you old bastard. Fuck my ass if you want. Don't whip me! I don't need that.” "Bright girl," Dad Watson mused. "A lot smarter than your mother!” He pushed his cock into her ass and laughed when Vicki let out a loud wail.

Wayde took Reggie by the hand and led her away from the sinister six-armed machine that was methodically fucking his mother. Reggie said, "I was hurt when Doc told me there was another woman you went to get. I had no idea it would be your mother.”

He took her to a small private room that was comfortably warm and equipped with a soft looking bed. Wayde held and kissed her. As their lips parted, Reggie spoke nervously. "Wayde… while you were gone, your father fucked me and made me enjoy it.” "Yes, I know. Wanting each other doesn't mean that we can't find pleasure with other people. I've fucked other women before and will again, but I'll always like fucking you best.”

Reggie grinned impishly. "What other women do you want to fuck?”

He fondled her soft lush tits and made the young blonde moan joyously. "Your sister, for one. Your gorgeous mother. And my mother, of course… the lewd bitch that had me thrown into a foster home. But first I want you!” "Hhhhmmm, I guess if there are going to be others, I'll have to make it very good for you. I want you to have the best fucking with me.” "I'm sure I will, Reggie. I'm sure I will!”

Honey unlocked the collar from around Rita's neck and led the red-golden haired beauty to another private room. Rita's knees trembled with each step she took, but Honey was still holding the whip and the woman knew better than to resist.

They passed Vicki who was bent over and getting her ass reamed by Dad Watson's long twisted prick. Rita cringed and turned her head away. Her red-haired daughter was yelping and spiraling her ass to meet the old man's crooked thrusts.

"I love it," Vicki cried. "Ass is so much more sensitive than cunt. I can feel each twist and kink of your great cock!”