Harry Latham was a contented man, almost two years of detailed, expensive and, at a
couple of points, dangerous effort had finally paid off.  He had succeeded in yet another
endeavour.  The fruits of that success were displayed before him, ripe and ready for
plucking.  Well perhaps plucking was the wrong word but it was, he thought, close, damn
close.
      Harry was a slim well dressed forty something.  In fact ‘well dressed’ was selling
him very short, he was immaculately and elegantly dressed in the best that Saville Row,
Jermyn Street, and the high class shoe makers of Pall Mall could make.  Today, in
deference to the women for whom he had spent two years arranging this meeting, he was at
his absolutely brilliant best.  He stepped forward into the pool of light from the
downlighter that illuminated the first and oldest of his ‘guests’.  There was no doubt
about it, he thought, Rosamund could still make most women look dull.  She was, in this
case, beautifully displayed for which he would take the credit.
      Rosamund was to all intents and purposes naked; the only items of clothing she wore
were there to highlight that nudity and enhance it, or to aid in the mechanics of her
presentation.  Her long slim legs were encased in the most expensive burgundy silk
stocking with elaborate 10 centimetre deep lace holding bands that wrapped snugly around
the smooth satin skin of her upper thighs.  Matching burgundy coloured stiletto heeled
shoes raised her heels by over 12 centimetres and assisted in displaying those long legs
to perfection.  To ensure that the legs remained open each ankle was fitted with a broad
leather strap, these straps were attached by a spring clips to each end of a steel pole
some sixty centimetres long.  The pole ran horizontally about ten centimetres above the
floor and was welded at its centre point to a vertical wider pole that ran from a base
plate on the floor to another on the ceiling.  Harry walked quietly forward until he was
in front of the woman.  Although gagged, blindfolded, and wearing earmuffs she seemed to
sense his presence, her head, the only part of her body able to move with any freedom,
swivelled restlessly from side to side.  Unintelligible mumbles came from behind the ball
gag filling her mouth and a thin trail of dribble ran from her lower lip to fall on her
full firm breasts.  Harry grinned at this. Rosamund, he thought, would be mortified at her
lack of self control.	
      He continued his inspection of her, to him, perfectly displayed body.  At the
junction of her spread thighs her cleanly shaven labia pouted invitingly.  They were
topped by a thin strip of very neatly trimmed, ‘coiffed’ was probably the better word,
pubic hair.  The arched pose in which she was held enhanced the smooth curves of her belly
which, in spite of her having had two children, was taut, unmarked and as flat as a drum. 
The arch pose thrust out her 40D cup breasts perfectly, they were in a word, magnificent. 
Two glorious peaks, round, firm, each topped with a dark areola and large nipple.  Harry
had to exercise restraint in order that he did not, as yet, caress them.  Later, he
thought, there’s no rush, she’s not going anywhere.  There were two reasons why Rosamund’s
back was bowed in an arch.  The first was the large butt plug inserted in her back passage
which was itself impaled on a steel rod.  The steel rod ran back from the cleft of
Rosamund’s perfectly shaped buttocks to the upright pole, where it was held by a clamp. 
It was telescopic and had been fixed at a length of some twenty centimetres thus forcing
Rosamund’s back to arch.  The arrangement was completed by the position of her hands and
arms.  Her wrists were also encircled by broad leather straps, and these straps were
attached to an eye on the end of a very strong piece of rope.  The rope went over a pulley
built into the top of the pole and down the inside of the pole to a point about three feet
off the floor where it came out of the back of the pole and was tied off to a cleat.  This
dragged Rosamund’s arms rigorously upwards and backwards rendering her completely helpless
and vulnerable to her captor who now reached out a hand and caressed her left buttock.  
      Harry felt the muscle tense under the silky smooth skin, her head swivelled round
towards him, the leather straps on wrists and ankles creaked as she twisted.  A string of
muted garbled sounds escaped from around the ball gag.  Harry decided it was time to
increase the tempo a bit, he lifted the ear muffs off Rosamund’s head and hung them on a
hook at the back of the upright pole.  He breathed gently into her ear and spoke softly to
her.
      “Rosa my dear.”  He knew how she detested that diminutive of her name.
      “It’s so good to have you here as my guest and in such great form.  Welcome to
Harry’s Place.”
      His hands cupped her breasts, he thumbed her nipples.  Another burst of gibberish
came from behind the gag and she dribbled some more onto her breasts.  Harry slid his
hands down across her belly, he grinned as she pushed herself more deeply, if that were
possible, onto the latex plug stretching her back passage.  His hands moved down further
just grazing the ‘landing strip’ of her Brazilian before stroking the insides of both
silky smooth thighs.  Thighs which were, he noticed, trembling quite markedly.  He
whispered in her ear again.
      “You’re trembling my dear, are you that glad to hear me again?  I’m flattered, but
don’t worry there’s no rush, we’ve got weeks to get reacquainted.  Are you really that
excited to be here?  I’ll just check shall I?”
      He trailed one hand up to the shaven lips of her sex before pushing a finger
against the join of the two labia.  He was not greatly surprised when it slid into the hot
moist interior with little or no resistance.  There was a louder, and longer burst of
garbled words, with the word ‘NO’ being clearly audible.
      Harry smiled as he slid his finger gently in and out of her well lubricated slit.
      “Rosa, my dear, I’m so flattered that you are excited about seeing me.  It’s just
like old times.  Would you like me to remove that blindfold now and you can see that it
really is me?”
      Her head nodded violently, as it did so saliva flew through the air from around her
lips.  Harry stepped to one side to avoid being sprayed and then moved forward to stand in
front of her and remove the blindfold.  He lifted it slowly from her eyes and watched her
closely as she blinked, the look of recognition, then blazing fury, followed by sheer
horror as she took in what was behind him in the room.  He smiled at her, turned and waved
an arm, rather theatrically he thought, to indicate his other two involuntary guests. 
They were also female, naked, splayed , displayed and restrained in the same manner as
Rosamund.  His smile grew broader.  Together with Rosamund they and the three poles to
which they were tethered formed a triangle the sides of which were each about two and a
half metres long.
      “Quite a family party is it not.  The lovely mother and her two equally beautiful
daughters Samantha, and Cleopatra.  Don’t you think, Rosa dear,  that my display technique
sets their undeniable charms off perfectly?”
        Rosamund’s mind was a whirling, tumultuous, crescendo of horror.  Ever since she
had woken to find herself bound, gagged, blindfold, and muffled possibly two hours before,
she really wasn’t even sure of that, she had been desperately trying to hang on to her
sanity.  She had realised as she woke with a splitting head ache that not only was she
restrained but that she was also naked.  At some time later she had been lifted to her
feet and dragged to where she was now.  Her captors were very strong and she had only
tried to struggle once.  She did that when they started to force something up her anus. 
The moment she struggled someone had taken hold of her nipples then squeezed and twisted
until she thought they were going to be torn from her breasts.  She stopped struggling and
the pain stopped.  They continued to push whatever it was into her and then she felt
stockings being smoothed up her legs.  After that she was lifted and felt the familiar
tilt of very high heeled shoes beneath her feet.  They bent her forward for a few seconds
something was pushed into the thing in her back passage and then she was pulled upright. 
Her arms were lifted high above her head and she realised that they had been attached to
something.  Hands dragged her legs apart which stretched her body out and then bent her
cruelly backwards as whatever was inserted in her back passage would not let her move
back.  She realised that her legs were now being kept spread wide apart by something
attached to her ankles.  They had fondled her body for a few minutes, sucked at her
nipples, pushed fingers into her vagina, and then nothing until sometime later a hand
touched her buttock.  In between the departure of the ones who had restrained her and the
arrival of Harry her mind had been in a state of denial.  She had tried to tell herself
that what was happening to her could not be happening to her two daughters, she was wrong.
 Standing, splayed, naked and upright, as was she, were her two daughters.  They were
there, one in view over each shoulder of a smiling Harry Latham, her millionaire ex
husband.  Harry Latham who she had cuckolded on a regular basis and then, with the aid of
a string of lies told by herself and the two girls, forced into a multi million £
divorce settlement.
      Harry stepped forward again, her flesh crawled as he ran his hands up her thighs
and across her belly before cupping her breasts.  He smiled at her again, it was a
triumphant smile.
      “Well Rosa dear, or should I say Rosamund, Rosamund Russell, RR.”
      He laughed loudly.
      “Your first ex, Charlie Mitchell once told me that you had the chassis of a Rolls
Royce, the face of an angel and the scruples of a whore.  I should have listened to him
then, but I thought it was just sour grapes.  After all Mrs Mitchell, the Lady Ornsworth,
nee Russell was sharing my bed by then.  Never mind now Rosa dear, all’s well that ends
well, and Charlie is going to be here tomorrow.  He sends his apologies he had intended to
be here to greet you but something came up at the last moment.  We’ve become very good
friends in the last two years.   Now shall we let the other two little bitches in on the
very important changes in their personal circumstances?”
      There was another flow of garbled but very loud noise from the gagged ‘Lady
Ornsworth.  More saliva dripped down onto her breasts.  Harry grinned at her, this was
just so enjoyable, although he was going to have to do something or someone soon, his
erection was threatening to burst out of his trousers.
      “I take that to be a yes then.  Which one first?  The beautiful lying little bitch
Samantha on my left or the equally beautiful and equally perfidious Cleopatra on my
right.”
      There was another burst of muffled invective from his ex-wife and Harry smiled even
more.
      “Ok, I’ll choose.”
      She turned to look at the two young women.  They had both inherited their mother’s
stunning sultry good looks and equally stunning physical charms.  Samantha on the left was
really dark, with a short bobbed hair style.  Her figure while not quite as full as that
of her mother was still spectacular, 34C breasts, long slim perfectly toned legs a narrow
waist and flat belly, and of course, at the age of twenty she was in the full bloom of
youth.   She was slightly taller than her sister Cleopatra, at one metre seventy five and
weighed forty eight kilos, so Harry’s staff had told him.  Cleopatra on the right had long
dark wavy hair, stood one metre seventy tall and weighed 47 kilos.  She at the age of
eighteen years and six months was definitely in the glorious full bloom of feminine
beauty.  Her breasts were smaller that Samantha’s but stood out from her arched body as
though they had implants, which Harry had been assured they hadn’t.  Unlike Samantha who
had a shaven mons, Cleopatra favoured the more traditional bush between her thighs.  Harry
could see great potential for that patch of fur.  Which one to uncover first?   That was
the question, but matters were getting urgent, he could feel precum leaking down the
inside of his immaculate trouser leg.  He chose..........Cleopatra, and walked behind her.
 Rosamund watched as his hands came around the front of her youngest daughter’s body. 
Cleopatra was obviously aware that someone was standing near her, her body was rigid and
her head turned frantically back and forth and, as with her mother, saliva dribbled down
her chin past the ball gag.  Harry put the palms of both his hands onto the so wonderful
soft, yet firm, satin smooth skin of Cleopatra’s thighs and as Rosamund watched he brought
his hands up, so very slowly up and across the young woman’s belly.  As much as was
possible, given the state of her bondage, Cleopatra was writhing and screaming under
Harry’s hands.  He thought it was wonderful and gripped both her breasts firmly while she
struggled and screamed into the gag.  As she quietened he took his hands away and removed
the ear muffs.  He whispered into her ear.
      “Well you lying little bitch it’s taken me two years to catch up with you but now I
have.  I intend to make your stories of abuse come true, shame you’re not a virgin, but I
bet you’re still tight.  Now I’ll let you see mummy dear.”
      He lifted the blindfold and watched her eyes.  For a few seconds she blinked as her
eyes adjusted to the light and her brain tried to cope with the information it was
receiving. She saw first her mother standing not more than three metres away from her and
then as she looked to her left she saw her sister.  Both were, as she herself was, 
restrained, naked and splayed.  She screamed into the gag and tore futilely at the heavy
leather straps before stopping as her violent movements caused the butt plug to tear at
her anal ring.  Harry walked quickly to Samantha.  It had been great so far, even better
than he hoped but he needed to get this finished.  He wanted to whip one of them and then
use her to sate his lust, before he moved on to whip the other two.
      Samantha also had some idea that she was not alone, her head was turning from right
to left and back.  She had not, so far, dribbled past her gag but Harry thought it was
only a matter of time.  He decided to really make the girl frightened, instead of gently
caressing her body he lifted the ear muffs off her head and spoke to her.
      “Hello, you lovely, lying, little slut, it’s your uncle Harry come to take his
revenge.”
      As he said this he slapped his hand firmly onto her sex and forced two fingers
between her dry labia.  Good, he thought, she’s scared.  His next move was to whisper into
her ear again.
      “Don’t go away I’ve just got to go and get something.”
      Pulling his fingers from her he wiped them on her hair and walked quickly to a rack
on a wall which had a selection of whips hanging from it.  He quickly selected a cat with
the traditional nine tails of about a half metre in length and returned quickly to
Samantha, she was visibly shaking with fear.  His fingers pushed into her sex again and he
smiled at the clearly audible scream that came from behind the gag.  Harry lifted up the
blindfold and Samantha’s first view of anything since she had woken was of Harry her
ex-stepfather holding up a whip in front of her face.  As her eyes came into focus she
could see the frightened faces of her mother and sister who, like her, were both naked,
bound and gagged.  Harry grinned at her.
      “It’s time to whip a lying slut, who’s first.”
      As he watched Samantha seemed to shake even more and then she lost control of her
bladder.  Harry felt the first rush of liquid on his fingers, took them out of her sex and
stepped back quickly to avoid the pale yellow stream gushing from the terrified young
woman   Harry had to restrain himself from laughing.   
<i>      ‘My god,’  that’s marvellous I can punish her for that and make the little
cow lick it up.</i>
      “Well that’s decided that then.  The lovely Sam gets the first taste of the lusty
lash.  Filthy little bitch has no self control but maybe a few weeks of strict discipline
will improve on that.”
      He moved until he was standing to one side of the terrified young woman.  She was
shaking her head frantically, the tears streamed down her cheeks to drop to the floor and
mingle with the pool of urine.  Harry raised the whip, where to strike first, that was the
question?  He made his decision and the leather tails came round and up catching the lower
part of Sam’s beautifully curved bottom.  He could hear the shriek around the gag and that
made him pause.  He really wanted to hear her agonised cries, they were music to his ears.
 He walked up to the crying shaking girl and began to undo the strap of the gag.  As he
did so he whispered in her ear.
      “I want to hear you scream, I’m going to whip your pretty little bottom some more,
I’m going to whip your thighs, your tummy, your breasts, I’m even going to whip up between
your legs you little slut.  I’m going to whip your cunt.”
      He shouted the last word as he pulled out the gag and Samantha began to scream and
shriek uncontrollably.  Harry slapped her brutally hard across both cheeks.
      “Shut up bitch, scream when I whip you not before.”
      He stepped back and began to whip his defenceless captive.  The first two strokes
were placed on the lower front of each thigh, he followed with two more across her belly
before bringing the whip up twice to deliver a stroke to the lower side of each of the
beautiful breasts.  Sam was now screaming hysterically which only encouraged Harry, he
brought the whip up as he had promised straight between the girl’s spread thighs.  He
laughed at the pitiful screaming wail that resulted.
      “Don’t you like that bitch, whipped cunt not to your liking?  You prefer cock up it
don’t you, and tongue?  Well now you’ve got whip but don’t worry, you’ll be getting plenty
of cock, and tongue, in fact you’ll get your sister’s and your mother’s tongue up it
before the night is over. ”
      He repeated the strokes and then started on the back of her thighs and her
buttocks.  Each stroke jolted her body, and left a series of fine red lines to show its
passage.  She was sobbing bitterly now, her head hung forward as Harry amused himself by
adding more livid marks to her tender young body.  Finally he tired of whipping her, her
gave her two more searing blows between her legs into her sex and then walked behind her
and released the rope holding her wrists.  She slumped forward and screamed as her weight
sank onto the prong buried in her back passage.  Harry quickly un-clipped her wrists and
ankles and then standing with his feet straddling the pool of piss he grabbed her by the
waist and lifted her off the plug.  She shrieked as the large latex prong was torn from
her hole but Harry gave her no time to struggle.  He turned her around and clipped her
wrists together again before forcing her to her knees at the edge of the pool.  He kicked
her feet apart and knelt down behind her undoing the belt of his trousers as he did so. 
His knees were between her thighs, she felt his bare skin against her own and then felt
his cock pushing against the already ravaged hole of her anus.  She screamed and tried to
struggle but Harry was too strong for her, he pushed her head forward savagely and rubbed
it in her own urine.
      “That’s it slut, lick it up, lick up your own piss while I fuck your tight little
arse.”  
      He thrust his cock past the already distended anal muscle and began to thrust into
the poor girl while remorselessly grinding her face into the pool of piss.  Harry looked
over to where her mother was watching, her face was almost pure white.  Cleopatra had a
look of sheer horror on her face and Harry grinned at her.
      “Just think what I’ve got in mind for you, you lying little whore bitch.”
<i>      I’ll keep up the pressure, maybe I can make the other two wet themselves
as well.  God this little bitch is so tight even after she’s had her arse stretched for
over half an hour.</i>
      He sighed theatrically and sank his cock it’s full length into Sam’s hot rear hole
before slowly pulling the rigid meat back and then thrusting it forward again until his
balls touched the cheeks of her arse.  He kept her face pressed into the puddle and began
to slap her arse cheeks.
      “Come on slut, lick it up, let me see that tongue at work, or do you want me to
whip your cunt again after I’ve stopped fucking your arse?”
      He watched gleefully as the terrified girl began to lick up her own urine.  He
rubbed her face in it.
      “That’s it slut, lick it up,” he rubbed her face in it, “I’ve heard it’s good for
the complexion as well.”
      He could feel the pressure building, the skin of his sac tightening, his cock
expanding even more as it was thrust brutally deep into the depths of his victim.  It felt
so good, she was so tight, the look of terror on her face as she licked at her own piss,
and the looks of horror on the faces of her sibling and mother were just what Harry had
dreamt of for the last two years.  As the sperm surged from his cock into her bowel he
screamed triumphantly.
      “One down, two to go.”
      He sprayed the last of his come over the whip marked globes of his victim’s arse
before reaching down using her hair to drag her round to face him.  He smiled down at
her.
      “I’ll just add something else to your cleaning training.  Lick my cock clean, you
know where it’s been, now lick it clean.”
      He pushed her head towards his still erect member, she tried to pull away from him
and he pulled her hair violently.
      “Slut, lick it or I’ll hang you by your ankles and whip your cunt red raw.”
      Harry watched Samantha’s mouth open, her tongue hesitantly moved to touch the tip
of his cock he turned and grinned at her mother and sister.
      “In a couple of days we’ll have competitions to see which of you is best at this.”
      Rosamund glared at him, but the tears streamed down Cleopatra’s cheeks.  That
decided him, Rosamund could have the mental pain of watching her other daughter suffer
whipping and anal rape before he did the same to her.  Samantha’s tongue was now making 
slow but satisfactory progress along his cock.  He looked down at her, she was still
kneeling in the puddle of urine, he decided that one more little humiliation was in
order.
      “Come on slut, finish licking your shit off my cock, come on take it in your dirty
little mouth, then when you finish you can rinse your mouth out by licking up the rest of
your piss.”
      Her mouth opened and he forced his cock deep down her throat.  She tried to pull
her head away he pulled her hair and forced his cock in deeper.
      “Come on slut, you know how to suck cock.  That little pilot friend of yours, Andy
isn’t it?  He told me that you and your sister used to have competitions to suck him,
that’s where I got the idea from for a cock sucking competition.  Was he lying?  People do
that sometimes, I’m told, when they’re being tortured.”
      As he said this Harry, while enjoying the sensations created by Samantha’s mouth, 
was watching Rosamund’s face.  He saw the look that passed over it when he mentioned Andy
the pilot and the two girl’s sucking cock.  This, he thought, just gets better and better.
 He pushed Samantha’s head away and down back towards the pool of urine.  He rearranged
his cock back into his trousers and looked down at her.
      “Go on slut, lick it all up while I give your sister the whipping she deserves.”
      He picked up the whip and stalked towards Cleopatra.  She was looking at the whip,
her eyes staring.
<i>      Like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights.</i>
      Harry reversed his hold on the handle of the whip so that he was holding the end
nearest the tails.  He brought the end of it slowly up first one and then the other of
Cleopatra’s slim smooth trembling thighs.  He pushed it along the length of her labia
towards her stretched anus and then brought it back and up so that it pushed the fur
covered lips apart and slowly entered her sex.  He smiled at his terrified captive.
      “You’re a bit wet down there, not like your sister.  Does the thought of a whipping
turn you on?  Did it make you wet watching her being whipped?”
      He pushed the whip handle deeper into her sex.
      “Hold that while I take out your gag.  Drop it, and I’ll double the number of
strokes.”
      Harry undid the gag as he did so Cleopatra screamed and spat at him, he ducked
quickly to one side.  Most of the spittle missed him but on spot landed on his suit.  She
was screaming at him.
      “You fucking bastard, fucking coward, I’ll cut your fucking balls off.”
      Harry waited, the whip slid slowly from her and dropped on the floor with a thud. 
He moved forward and picked it up by the tails as she spat at him again.  He walked
quickly behind her, grasped a handful of her hair, rubbed the tail of the whip on it and
then quickly pulled the whip tails across her neck so that he held the whip handle in one
hand and the end of the tails in the other.  He pulled the whip back towards himself,
pulling it deep into her throat and choking her.  He held it there for over half a minute,
as she slowly choked he talked to her, smiling as she gasped for air.
      “Now Cleo you nasty lying little slut, you are going to suffer.  You are going to
suffer for your original crime of lying about me to lawyers and doctors.  For spitting on
my very expensive suit which I wore today especially in honour of you, your mother and
your sister.  I’m also punishing you for your bad language, and for dropping my whip. 
Tell me when you’re ready.”
      She took a deep breath.
      “Fuck off, you bastard........”
      The words ended in a strangled gasp as Harry pulled the leather tails deep into her
windpipe.  He let her gasp and struggle for an even longer time.
      “I don’t mind, I’m patient, I’ve waited two years for this moment, I can wait for
as long as it takes.”
      As her face began to turn blue he released the tails but did not take them away.
      “Well what’s it to be the whip, or do I choke you some more you little bitch?  Be
careful I might get my timing wrong, you can recover from a whipping but not if you’re
dead.”
      He felt her tense and pulled on the strands again as a strangled gasp came from her
lips.	
      “Nooo.....don’t please, not again please.”
      “Is that, please whip me, that please?”
      Harry could sense her internal struggle, he pulled the strands tighter.
      “Come on slut, beg for the whip.”
      He released the tension a little and was rewarded with her croaking voice
      “Please stop choking me, please whip me.”  The last words ended in a sob.
      “My absolute pleasure you little slut, my absolute pleasure.”  He turned to
Rosamund.
      “Your turn next, I hope you try to give me a hard time as well.”
       He stepped back until he was in front of his victim, looked quickly down to his
left, kicked Sam who was kneeling apathetically on the floor.
      “It’s not clean yet, keep licking.”
      Harry raised the whip looked at Cleo, grinned before delivering two ferocious down
strokes one to each of her beautiful pointed breasts.  The dungeon once again rang with
the sound of female screams.  He gave the unprotected mounds another two searing strokes.
      “That’ll teach you to stick those out at me, remember showing me those by our pool,
you and that slut sister of yours.”
      The whip slashed down again and both breasts rocked with the impact of the savage
blows.  Harry brought the whip up this time, he brought it up very hard and two more blows
wrenched ear curdling screams from the helpless young woman as the tails lashed the mound
of her sex.  As with her breasts Harry repeated the blows exulting in her screams of pain
and pleas for him to stop.  
      “Stop, did you think to stop when you waved that cunt of yours at me by the pool? 
Did you.  I heard your sister and you laughing behind my back.  Funny was it?  Not funny
now though is it.”
      The whip landed on the inside of smooth slim thighs, more screams rent the air and
Harry moved to stand behind his beautiful helpless victim.  He began to whip her left
thigh all the way up to the top of her left buttock and then moved to the other side and
repeated the process on her right thigh and buttock.  The blows were hard and he made very
sure that they bit into the soft inner part of her thighs.  Finally he stopped and stood
in front of his trembling, weeping, helpless plaything.  He pushed the handle of the whip
against her mouth.
      “Open slut, hold it between your teeth,” he snarled.”
      Her mouth opened and she took the leather covered handle between her teeth.
      “Don’t drop it, unless you want to get double what you’ve already had.”
      Harry reached out and took one of her superb firm pointed breasts in each hand.  He
caressed them slowly, gently, just as a lover would caress them. His forefingers and
thumbs gently rolled and teased at the nipples, he smiled as he felt them harden.
      “You like that don’t you slut?  I wonder what happens if I suck them?”
      He bent forward and while still cupping both breasts in his hands began to kiss and
suck each nipple in turn.  He moved one hand away and slid it down the smooth firm muscles
of her belly.  He smiled to himself as he heard her breathe in and then felt the muscles
in her groin twitch as he placed his hand over the mound of her sex.  His hand rested on
the fur covered lips.  He looked at Cleo, she tried to avoid his eyes, he pinched and
twisted a nipple, heard her sudden intake of breath.
      “Look at me. Will I find a hot wet slit if I stick my fingers in there?  Will I?
Oh, sorry it’s hard to talk with a mouthful of whip isn’t it?  I think I’ll just check up
on what your pilot friend said.  He reckoned you got wet before your knickers got below
your knees, not that you wore them often.  So let’s see shall we?”
      Cleo’s eyes were begging, pleading as he slowly slid his fingers down under her sex
to the point where they brushed the stretched ring of her anus.  She sucked air in around
the whip and then gasped as he slid two fingers effortlessly inside her.  He moved them up
and in at the same time and felt her move against his hand.  She was wet, he began to
slide the two fingers in and out of her sex before using his thumb against her clitoris. 
She moaned and then the whip fell from her mouth, bounced off one of his arms and fell to
the floor.  Cleo moaned again as his fingers were pulled free from her sex.  Harry pushed
them against her lips.
      “Smell it slut, it’s hot wet cunt juice.  You’ll get used to the smell, and the
taste, now lick my fingers clean.”
      She turned her head away trying to avoid the fingers held in front of it.  Harry
grabbed her hair and pulled hard.  He pulled her head down to his fingers and pushed them
her lips.
      “Open you little slut, open and lick your filthy juice off my fingers.”
      She still resisted, he released her hair and took one of her nipples between
forefinger and thumb.  He squeezed, twisted and pulled upwards at the same time, while
pushing his other fingers to her lips.  She screamed and continued to scream even as he
forced his fingers into her open mouth.
      “Now lick slut, or I’ll pull this pretty little bud right off your tit.”
      Cleo began to suck both fingers and Harry relaxed the pressure on her nipple. 
After about half a minute he pulled the fingers from her mouth, and wiped them in her
hair.  He bent and picked up the whip.  Samantha was still knelt unmoving with the puddle
of her urine in front of her, the whip slashed across both upraised cheeks of her arse,
once, twice.  She bent her head and began to lick at the puddle.
      “Good you’re getting the idea, clean it all up.”
      He turned back to Cleopatra.  The sight of the arched, splayed body of the eighteen
year old beauty sent a massive tremor of pure lust through his body.  
<i>      I’ll give the little bitch some more strokes, then fuck her arse, before I
start on Rosa.  This is just so good.</i>
      He raised the whip to Cleo, pushed her head up with it and looked in her tear
filled eyes.
      “I told you not to drop this, now you get double what you’ve already had.”
      “No please no, no more, please.  Just fuck me, use me there if you want, or I’ll
suck you but please don’t whip me anymore.”
      “Use you there?  Where’s there?  What are you suggesting girl?”
      He watched her face as she struggled to explain.
      “Use my bottom hole, like you did to Sammy, please, please, don’t whip me
anymore.”
      “Use your bottom hole, your bottom hole.  Are you asking me to fuck your arse, you
dirty little slut.  Well go on then ask me to...”
      Cleo swallowed and licked her lips.  Harry smiled wolfishly at her.
      Please, fuck my arse, please don’t whip me again. 
      Harry’s cock was painfully hard inside his trousers, he still had Rosamund left to
whip, he walked behind Cleo and released her hands.  Seconds later she was down on her
knees, face pressed against the floor and, as he instructed her, she held the cheeks of
her arse open.
      Harry lowered his trousers and knelt between her upright spread thighs, his cock
trailed up her right thigh before brushing the wet lips of her cunt. He grasped her waist
with both hands and slid his cock into her.  She was hot, wet, and very tight, he moved
back and forth a few times, smiling as she moaned and gasped.  His cock slid from her cunt
and he trailed it slowly across the little bridge between there and the open hole of her
stretched anus.  Harry felt the power of total control over his victim as he slowly pushed
the tip of his cock into her gaping anal muscle.
<i>      Now you little slut just feel this, I’m going to fuck that little arse of
yours.  Uhmm it’s so tight, it’s so, so, tight.</i>
      Cleo moaned as he entered her, the sound excited him, he pulled her towards him
driving the rock hard length of his cock into her until his thighs were firmly against
hers.  She cried out in protest at this savage invasion, Harry laughed, withdrew and then
thrust even harder into the young woman’s bowel.
      “Oh don’t please, please........ not so hard, that hurts.”
      “Hurts does it.  Good it’s meant to hurt, you little slut.  Take it....take it.....
you lying little whore.”
      He ruthlessly fucked her arse, revelling in her cries of pain, and pleas for mercy,
finally as he emptied the contents of his balls inside her and across the whip marked
cheeks of her arse he turned to Rosamund.
      “It’s your turn now bitch, I’ve had the two little sluts, now it’s your turn, and
believe me, I’m going to enjoy it.  I’ve left you till last because I thought it might
take me a little bit longer to get a hard on and that way I’ll whip you for longer.”
      While he was talking to her mother he pulled Cleo round by her hair until she was
facing him.  He pulled her face down to his semi erect cock.
      “You know what to do, you saw your bitch sister do it.  Lick me clean, or face the
consequences.”
      Cleo opened her mouth and took the cock which had just penetrated her anus deep
into her mouth.  Harry sighed and ruffled her hair, he turned to her mother again.
      “They’re learning.  It’s your turn next I’ve just got one little detail to sort
out.  Then you can start to pay.”
      He watched with great amusement as Cleo, showing obvious signs of revulsion, licked
and sucked at the semi erect member which had very recently been buried deep in her back
passage.  To increase her discomfort and further anger Rosamund he talked to Cleo as he
held her head.
      “That’s a good little shit licker, come on lick me clean, don’t leave any of your
dirt on my cock.  Come on now make sure my foreskin’s clean.”
      After a few minutes he tired of this fun and dragged Cleo by her hair to where her
sister was kneeling still lapping at her own urine.  He pushed Cleo over onto her back and
laughed as her hair lay in what remained of the pool.  The whip slashed down across Sam’s
back, she yelped with shock and pain.
      “Now slut kneel over your slut sister, put your cunt over her face and get your
face down into her cunt.  I want to see the two of you licking each other for all you are
worth.”
      To emphasise the command he gave both young women two hard strokes to their thighs
before bending down and attaching Cleo’s wrists to Sam’s ankles and vice versa.  He
watched for a moment to see that they were tonguing each others sex.
      “Good,” he purred, “very good, now just keep that up while I deal with your bitch
of a mother.  That’s going to take quite some time but you need the practice I’m sure.”
      He laughed and walked to Rosamund, to stand in front of her splayed form, the whip
dangled from his hand, he laid it between her stiletto shod feet and trailed the back of
one hand up the inside of a shapely calf.  As his hand reached her knee he felt the
muscles in her thigh flex.  He looked up at her, her face was distorted by the ball gag it
made the muffled sounds coming from her mouth unintelligible, but nothing could mask the
blazing fury in her eyes.  Harry grinned at her, this was just so good.....   He used both
hands now to stroke and caress the inside of her thighs, gradually working upwards until
they were a mere finger’s breadth away from the clean shaven lower part of her sex. 
Keeping both hands in position he bent forward and whispered in her ear.			
      “If I touch you there you will still be wet won’t you?  You little slut, you always
did get wet when I touched the inside of your thighs.  Are you wet now?
      He trailed the back of each hand up across the front of each thigh missing her sex,
and then turning them over began to stroke and massage the muscles of her belly.
      “You’ve kept yourself in trim slut, those two slut daughters of yours haven’t got
firmer muscles than these, and you’ve had two children.  What’s your arse like now?”     
      His hands stroked outwards and then around to her back before sliding down and
cupping the smoothly rounded curves of her buttocks.  He pulled himself against her and
heard her moan past the gag as the plug in her back passage was disturbed.  He squeezed
and kneaded the firm smooth woman flesh.
      “Uhmm, quite lovely still, quite lovely, what a firm curved tight arse you still
have Rosa.  It’s going to be a pleasure to whip it and a pleasure to ream out that hole. 
You would never let me use you there when we were married but now, of course, I can use
whichever hole I want.”
      His hands slid up her back and then around to her front, he lifted the weight of
each breast on his fingertips before stroking both nipples with his thumbs.  She shook her
head violently, saliva sprayed onto his suit, he looked down at it.
      “Oh dear, and it’s only just got back from the cleaners.  I’ll have to give you
extra strokes for that, twenty four across these beauties, that’s after the dozen they’ll
have already had.  Now let’s have that gag out, at least that might stop you dribbling. 
No self control, but there again, you never did have much of that.”
      He reached behind her and undid the strap of the gag, as he pulled it from her
mouth she spat at him and tried to bite him.  He avoided the lunging teeth but a large
blob of spittle sprayed across his nose and left cheek.  Rosamund screamed at him.
      “You fucking bastard Harry, you fucking coward, this is all you’re good for,
beating up and raping defenceless women.”
      Harry pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and calmly wiped his face clean.  He
looked at her heaving chest.....
<i>      God those tits are just magnificent, I’m going to love making them bounce.
 Breaking this bitch is going to be one of life’s greatest delights.</i>
      He bent and picked up the whip, she spat at him again, missing his head but marking
the right shoulder of his jacket.  He looked at her very calmly.
      “Go on spit away, it won’t be long before you don’t have the strength to spit,
you’ll be too busy screaming.”
      He swung the whip with all his strength, the leather tails bit into the inside of
her left thigh and the screaming started.  Harry took his time between each stroke,
feinting sometimes, laughing at her involuntary twists as she writhed on the spike buried
in her rear.  He tormented her by telling her where he was going to strike next while all
the time the brutal leather left it’s trail of thin red lines on defenceless female skin. 
He flayed her breasts, twelve consecutive strokes, each one delivered with all the
strength of his arm.  The beautiful orbs jumped and distorted with each stroke and his
victim was almost hoarse from the constant screams and howls that issued from her wide
open lips.  When he had finished with that target he brought the whip up between her
thighs and laughed exultantly as she began to beg for mercy.
      “Please Harry....please stop....”  The words were music to his ears.
      He finished the twelve strokes to her sex with a particularly vicious blow that
almost rendered her silent and then tucking the whip under his arm he moved forward and
grasped both her beaten sore breasts in his hands.
      “Please Harry.  No slut, it’s please Master.  I’ll stop when I’m ready.  This is
your first lesson and it’s going to hurt.”
      He bent forward, taking a nipple between his lips he began to suck and nibble first
one bud and then the other.  Rosamund moaned, her head hung forward, suddenly she screamed
as Harry bit the tender nub.  He stood up, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her
face up and back.
      “Look at me bitch, look at me, I’m going to whip those tits of yours again, twenty
four strokes and then if you beg nicely I’ll let you down and fuck your arse.  If you
don’t beg I’ll whip your cunt again, is it wet now?”
      His other hand slid down across her belly and she gasped as two of his fingers slid
into to the hot wet interior of her sex.  Harry grinned at her.”
      “I might have guessed, trussed up like a turkey, having watched both her daughters
being whipped and buggered and she’s still wet.  What a whore you are Rosa.”  The fingers
continued to push in and out of her sex until Harry could feel the her beginning to gently
thrust against him.  He pulled his hand away and reached for the whip again.  As he did so
he noticed that the two young women were no longer obeying his instructions.  The whip
flashed down across Sam’s arse before being raised again to fall with brutal force across
Cleo’s wide open thighs.
      “Lick you bitches, lick.  I didn’t tell you to stop, so lick.  Don’t stop or I’ll
string you up by the ankles and whip both of your slits until they bleed.”  He turned to
Rosamund.  “Look bitch, two little sluts in training, I’ll have them licking yours later. 
In fact,” he smiled brightly, “ I’ll have them lick you clean after I’ve fucked you.”
        He gave her no warning, the whip slashed round and up, a powerful backhand
stroke, the long leather tails impacted on the under sides of both breasts.  The wail of
agony started deep in Rosamund’s throat and then rose to an almost supersonic screech as
he repeated the blow.  A further two blows were brought down across the top of both
breasts and then two more found their intended targets, the two prominent buds of flesh
decorating each breast, her nipples.  Screams, howls and tears were now interspersed with
pleas for mercy but Harry had no time for mercy.  His cock was straining in his trousers
again and the sight of Rosamund’s pain wracked body was driving him on.  The twenty four
agonising strokes were delivered, each one wrenching another scream, howl, or sob, it was
all the same to Harry and now it was time to take his pleasure.
       He almost ran behind the sobbing figure and released the rope holding her arms up,
seconds later her ankles were released.  She whimpered as he grasped her waist, hauled her
bodily off the impaling plug and then forced her to her knees.  He put a foot between her
calves and pushed her legs apart.
      “Stick your arse in the air and spread your knees wider apart.”
      As he spoke he was pulling his clothes off.  Over two thousand pounds worth of
expensive fabric slid to the floor.  She was resting on her forearms with her head between
them, her arse was raised high as instructed and her knees were spread wide. He dropped to
his knees between her spread calves, ran his cock back and forth along the crack of her
arse.  On an impulse he spat into her crevice and coated his cock with the saliva.
      “At least when I spit on you it’s useful, slut.  Now beg to be buggered.”
      His hand cracked down on already painfully striped buttocks.
      “Beg slut, beg for it.  Let me hear you.  Or do I whip you some more?”
      She turned her head sideways and he watched her lips move, he had to strain to hear
the words.
      “Please bugger me, don’t whip me anymore.”
      As she finished he roared in delight and buried his cock in her.  The first thrust
was so hard and deep that his balls slapped against her.  She would have fallen forward
with the power of the thrust but Harry had both hands clasped in a brutal grip around her
waist.  He began to fuck her arse, shaking her like a rag doll as he thrust his bone hard
meat deep into her tight hot arse.  He gloried in his power over her, the tight grip of
her ring on his cock, the way he could bury himself in her, withdraw and surge back into
her helpless unresisting body. ‘The slut was his.’  His slave, the three of them were his
slaves, he could and would do with them as he pleased.  The thought was accompanied by the
surge of pleasure as his cum erupted from his balls and pumped it’s way deep into her
bowel before he pulled himself from her and sprayed the last of it over the whip marked
mounds of her buttocks.  He knelt panting and triumphant before leaning forward to grasp
her hair and pull her head brutally back. He forced her head round so that she could look
at him.
      “Now slut, your slave training begins.  You and the other two little bitches are
going to learn how to be sex slaves.  We’ll have some more fun with the three of you
tonight, and then once Charlie gets here early tomorrow we can start your training
properly.  Oh that’s of course after he’s had a bit of time to play with you all.  Fair’s
fair, I wouldn’t feel right about him not having the same opportunity as I’m just having. 
Now let’s get cleaned up then we can have a fun filled evening.”
      He left the mother kneeling on the floor, she was sobbing bitterly, her head
between her outstretched forearms, a dribble of sperm ran from her stretched anus.  Harry
released the ankle to wrist arrangement securing the two girls and then dragged them by
their hair over to their mother.  He pushed Cleopatra’s head forward until it was between
the cheeks of her mother’s arse.
      “Now lick her clean, stick your tongue in that hole and lick it clean, once that’s
done you can lick up the rest off her arse.”
      The whip slashed down, Cleo screamed and began to lick at the cum spattered gaping
hole of her mother’s anus.  Charlie pulled the other daughter’s head up until it was level
with his cock.  He forced her head back viciously until she was looking straight up at
him.
      “Well, what are you waiting for?  Lick me clean you know how to do it.”
      He raised the whip again and Sam began to lick frantically at his cock and balls. 
Harry smiled down at the three women.  
      “Welcome to Harry’s place.”   
<i>      This is just the beginning, it’s so good, but it’s going to get a lot
better yet.</i>