1. the Girl 5


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Group Sex, Mind Control, Rape, Wife, Author: Alter Ego Twoface, Rating: 87, Source: sexstories.com

    gave it a hard squeeze. With the Dame watching, Dad quickly freed his member and lost his pants. The Dame pushed him towards the couch. Dad could easily have regained his balance, but played along and stumbled all the way to the couch where he sat down. The Dame followed him and sat on top of him only a few seconds later. Her pussy, being probed for hours and hours was loose and open, bordering lax, but so wet and warm it felt great anyway. When he felt Moms tongue on his sack the sensation was even better. Dad found the Dames gigantic tits and every aggression he had towards who ever hurt the Girl, he took it out on those tits. They took beating and slapping and pinches to the nibbles, and the Dame just enjoyed being handled. After Mom came down from an orgasm – as the device was still working her at a high pace, she wanted the real thing. She pushed the Dame to the side, dismounted the device and still running plunged it back into it's rightful owners cunt, whilst Mom herself took the place on Dad’s dick. She leant forward and kissed him and kept their tongues wrapped together until he came inside her. Dad needed to get off, and Mom needed to assure him that her body was the place to do it. Meanwhile the Dame had a series of orgasm next to them. They showered together all three of them whilst they made up some sort of plan. The Dame knew the Doctor to be obsessed with sex and some kind of insane, which seemed plausible, and the general strategy would be distraction and ...
    escape. They got dressed. Mom wore a very special dress, the Dame wore what she was wearing as she had nothing else and Dad wore his bad-ass outfit from the night before. The Dame suggested she hid in the trunk in case he had surveillance – to create an extra distraction. Mom laughed and accused her of wanting another session in the trunk with her beloved device. Anyways – in the trunk she went. The place seemed perfect for what it was. On the outside an abandoned factory. The very same where Dad had watched when Mom had been seduced by the Girl – at that time dressed like a biker-chick. Mom and Dad went in. The lower floors in the factory matched the exterior. Decay, mess and rubble. But when moving up a floor or two made the mess more and more in order and actual decay more and more scarce. Floor five was a modern lab, only without windows. As they entered they got more and more certain they were at the right place. Deep inside the lab, probably in the centre of the complex, they found her. The Girl was hanging from the ceiling. She was locked in a kind of pillory. A solid steel bar with four cuffs welded to it in a row. The two outer ones were locked on her ankels. The inner ones were locked on her wrists or actually her forearms as the human anatomy makes the arms reach longer than the legs when bent all together at the hips. In the ends of the steel bar were hooks that kept the chain hoists going to the ceiling. There she was hanging, like a piece of paper folded down the ...
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