Danny Starr - Go Down Payments

"Yeah, well, that's me, Florrie. Wicked, evil, and throw in corrupt while you're at it. I'm going to fuck Eva tonight, and what's more, you're going to be in there with me, watching."

"Why are you doing this to my children?" Florrie asked.

"To be honest, they're extensions of you, Florrie. When we were young, I used to think there was no one in the world as sexy as you. God! I'd get hot just looking at you smile. But each one of those kids is as hot a piece as you, Florrie, and each one makes me feel burning up just to look at her. So I'm going to fuck the kids, one at a time, and I'm going to go on fucking you. And I'm going to do it for two years, just like we agreed."

"Walter, leave the girls alone and I'll do anything you want for the rest of my life. I swear it," Florrie told him.

"Maybe later, if you still want to deal, we'll work something out. But I want Eva's cherry, tonight. And what's more, you're going to massage my balls while I'm fucking your daughter. And remember, Florrie, any funny stuff, like trying to hurt me by squeezing my balls, and my goon squad has standing orders to go looking for you. What they did to Bessel was mild compared to what'll happen to you if I get hurt."

"I don't care what happens to me, any more," Florrie sobbed.

"No, but if something does happen to you, then I, as the nearest living relative, will get charge of the girls, anyway."

"Walter, how can you be so cruel?" Florrie asked.

"Why not! You were cruel to me, Cousin."

"Please, Walter, do it to me and leave Eva alone."

"No!" Eva screamed. "No, mommy. I want Cousin Walter to fuck me. I want him to do it, now."

"You've perverted my children, already," Florrie wailed.

"Goddamn you and your prissiness," Walter snapped at her. "We made an agreement. You came here, knowing what I intended doing."

"Yes, but now you're doing it because you're mad at Marge," Florrie snapped at him. "Marge was raped. She didn't give it to the man willingly. And for this you want to rape Eva?"

"It won't be rape," Walter assured her.

"So you say," Florrie sneered. "If you want to rape someone, rape me. You did it before."

The two children gasped, not knowing what had happened between their mother and cousin, previously. Walter looked at them, then snapped at Florrie, "Why stop here? Why not tell the whole world."

"Walter, I hate you," Florrie cried. "How can a man be so cruel as to rape a twelve-year-old girl and make the mother watch? You're a beast. I'll never give you anything with love."

"I suppose you'd rather be fucked by some other man?" he snapped.

"I'd rather have any other man," Florrie told him. "I'd even take on any other two men than let you touch me."

"You just called it down on your own head, Florrie," Walter snapped. "Fine! I'm going to postpone fucking Eva. Do you know why? Because I'm going to wait for the doctor's report on Marge. Then I'm going to fuck the two of them together, with you tied to a chair and watching. But before I do that, I'm calling in two buddies of mine who'll give you one helluva going over."

"No," Marge screamed. "Cousin Walter, you can't do that, not to mother."

"Why the hell not?" Walter bellowed at her. "She's been figuratively trying to fuck me one way or another all our lives."

"Look," Marge told him. "I'm only a fourteen-year-old kid, but I'll do anything you want, ever and always. Don't hurt mom, please."

"Go to hell, all of you," Walter snapped.

Walter felt he had been pushed too far. He had treated Florrie and her daughters well, even fucking Eva's ass and Marge's mouth with great care, making sure the girls got as much as they gave, if not more. His anger against Marge was solely because her rape had come about through stupidity on her part. He knew damn well a girl's cherry wasn't that important. Nor did he expect he would be the only man to fuck either of the girls. But an agreement had been made, and while the girls were living with him, they were supposed to be reserved for his cock, and his alone. He had even stipulated to Florrie that she and her two daughters were to be serviced by him, and no one else. Now Marge had almost fucked up his business by warning Bessel, then she had been dumb enough to go see him and let him fuck her. And when he had tried to fuck Eva, Florrie had started begging him not to do it, calling him names and telling him she'd rather be fucked by anyone else. Well, two of his goons ought to be just right for Florrie. Since Marge had allowed herself to be fucked by Bessel, it meant Walter was no longer the sole stud for the three women. And so Walter could call in whomever pleased him.

The two girls had finally gone to sleep in their own room, and Florrie had gone into her room, though Walter knew she wouldn't be asleep for some time. He picked up the phone and made a call, and twenty minutes later there was a light tap at the door. Opening it, he faced the Kidas brothers, Marv and Bernie. Marv resembled a gorilla, standing about five feet eight inches tall, with a broad chest and broader shoulders and hair all over his face. He was also the more articulate of the two brothers, sounding like a Rhodes scholar when he talked, even if he didn't know what he was talking about half the time.

Bernie was taller and considerably dumber, doing anything Marv told him to do. And tonight he knew what Marv would tell him to do would be one helluva lot of fun.

"Where's the broad?" Marv asked, coming in and letting Bernie shut the door behind him.

"Patience," Walter told them. "She's inside. She needs a lesson, a good lesson."

"We're the ones to give it," Marv nodded, as he and Bernie followed Walter to the bar. Anxiety was written all over their faces, letting Walter know they were more than happy to oblige.

"Yeah, hey, when do we get a look at her?" Bernie asked.

"Stay cool," Walter insisted. "Now hear me, and hear me good. This broad thinks she's a know-it-all wiseass. So when the two of you fuck her, you fuck her together. Got me?"

"Hey, that means I get to fuck her in the ass" Bernie murmured. "Shee-it! I dig that."

"Right," Marv nodded. "That means I take the front hole. Fine with me, provided she's clean."

"That much I'll guarantee," Walter told them. "There's no one in the world as clean as Cousin Florrie."

"Does she dig this dual fucking?" Marv asked.

"Do you care?" Walter asked. "Just fuck her together. That's all. And for helping take care of that Bessel bastard today, you two will get five hundred apiece."

All right, Cousin Florrie, Walter thought, walking toward her closed bedroom door. We'll see who's master in my own home.

In her room, Florrie heard the voices coming through the door. Hearing two other male voices made her heart sink into her feet. She didn't really think Walter would do a thing like this to her. But here he was, doing it. She sat up in bed, wearing absolutely nothing. She had taken to sleeping in the nude in case Walter had an urge to come for her in the middle of the night.

As she propped some pillows behind her, the bedroom door opened, and she saw Walter standing there.

"You said you'd rather have any two other men than me," Walter said to her. "Well, here they are, Florrie. Just make sure you make them as happy as you might have made me."

"Well, well, well," the bearded Marv said walking in to the room. "You're a beautiful woman."

His cock was swelling, pushing against his pants, jerking around inside. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

Florrie thought he was alone for a moment and in the light coming in from the other room she could see, in spite of his beard, he wasn't the beast she had imagined her cousin might send in to her. She snapped on a small reading lamp, noting Walter was also coming into the room. The son of a bitch was going to get his kicks from watching, just as he'd intended making her watch when he would deflower Eva. Oh, he was really a bastard.