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After my adventures with Dana, her twins and Larry the snuff film
producer, I was looking forward to something a little less gory and a lot less
stressing. That ad put in the Strange Ones Only magazine by the grandmother
looking for a mean stud to help her with the training of her daughter and
granddaughter certainly seemed to be what the doctor ordered. I sent off a
picture of me in my birthday suit, sporting a morning erection that wouldn't
quit and holding a rubber hose. I also included my terms to take the job, which
weren't too different from what she offered. Within a couple of days I received
a phone call from Granny Gooch, which is the way she announced herself, inviting
me to her place for an interview.
From the looks of her little place in the country, a huge three-story
villa set out in the woods and reached only by a narrow dirt road that ended at
a fence with a gate topped by razor wire, Granny Gooch was pretty well off. This
was just the kind of client I enjoyed serving or servicing, depending upon her
looks and attitude. I spoke into the clown's mouth and granny herself replied
and let me enter after making sure that the camera mounted by the voice box got
a good look at my kisser.
Granny Gooch was a rather impressively upholstered brunette with a set
of double Ds that might have had a little help from some surgeon. It appeared
that another cutter had been busy on her face; it had that waxy look that could
only come from lots of collagen and botox helped along by a laser facial
scrubbing. I was curious if anything on this babe was original equipment. She
was dressed to impress the hired help, which was what I would be. She had enough
sparklers hanging off her to decorate a Christmas tree. Everytime she breathed,
those twin melons pushed up and out, trying to escape the confines of the shelf
bra that was presenting them for my attention. The pants the rest of her were
crammed into were so tight that I could see that she was wearing only a thong
beneath them. There was a lot of granny Gooch to check out, but the ratio of
curves and hollows to her considerable weight was favorable. In her case there
was no such thing as too much of a good thing.
"Damn, your eyes are boring a hole in my pussy, you stop that now! We
have business to conduct. Afterwards, if you pass muster, I'll let you check out
your quarters and maybe get a better feel for your new employer." Her words were
said with a twinkle in her dark eyes that promised plenty of very entertaining
moments if I met her exacting standards. I grinned at her and licked my lips in
anticipation. I noticed that her tits were heaving a bit more than when I first
arrived, a very good sign for my prospects.
The interview went well; my future employer had been most taken with my
picture and what I was displaying."I was very happy to see that you also showed
your approach to disciplining my two wild and crazy offspring. I know from
personal experience that a rubber hose hurts like blazes, but in the proper
hands leaves no tell-tale markings behind. That is the type of discipline I am
seeking for my child, and her child." I thanked my lucky stars I hadn't selected
a cane or the black snake whip I'd had for a number of years.
"Where are these two ladies? Shouldn't they be part of the interview
process as well?" I asked. My hostess gave me a curt smile and replied, "Miriam,
my dear daughter, and Karen, her daughter, are currently recovering from their
injuries at a private hospital. They are expected to be released in another
couple of days. You'll get a chance to meet them in person at that time. In the
interim these photographs will have to suffice." As she finished, she reached
over and handed me a sheaf of glossy photos that brought a whistle from me.
Someone had done a major number on the two females shown in the photos.
The older one, Miriam, looked to be perhaps in her thirties; it was hard to get
a more accurate estimate because of the lopsided condition of her bruised and
battered face. Someone or ones had used Miriam for a punching bag; her lips were
split and swollen, her eyes blackened, and there were numerous bruises and cuts
covering most of her face. The damage wasn't confined to her face alone. It was
then that I realized that Miriam was stark naked and had a set of tits that
would have been the envy of most women except for the fact that they were
covered with bite marks, cuts, bruises and what looked like cigarette burns,
overlaying some of the deepest welts I'd ever seen. Breathing must have been an
agonizing process with this kind of damage to her big tits.
There were two other shots of her. In them she was standing stark naked
with her arms outstretched. The first showed her front side which was covered
with whip marks that started just below those battered and bruised tits and
didn't stop until reaching her knees. Her shaved cunt was so swollen that I
wondered how she could take a piss without passing out from the pain. It looked
as if they'd used something else besides the whip to do that portion of her
body. I'd have to find out from her when we got together. The back view showed
more of the same, except it was quite obvious that a cane had been used to
destroy her ass. Nothing left the kind of deep welts like a cane, perhaps even
one that had been weighted so it really dug in deep.
The pictures of Karen were even worse although most of her body was
relatively unscathed. She was a cute little thing just beginning to blossom. Her
pert little tits were a perfect mouthful and I had just the mouth to put around
those apple-shaped nubbins with cherries for nipples. She looked to be around
fourteen or fifteen, still kind of coltish in the hips but with tremendous
upside potential as they say in the financial world. Her dark hair was curly and
reached just barely to her shoulders. What really grossed me out was the
condition of her little fuzzy haired cunt. It looked like an open wound, sore
and dark red. There was no doubt that it had seen plenty of action in a big
hurry. Can you spell gangbang? What made it doubly painful to look at was the
way her face was set, almost in shock. The little cutie posed with her legs
spread apart slightly and her hands holding her cunt lips wide open to show just
how deep the damage went. If this was some one's idea of discipline they were
either very sick or she was a very naughty girl. It turned out to be a bit of
both and a few other factors that I wasn't even putting into the equation.
The other shot showed the teen from the back, her hands now holding her
swollen, crimson ass cheeks apart to display what was left of her rectum which
had been distended to the point that it was actually popping out from her
sphincter. For the first time I saw the marks of either a cane, probably the
same one as was used on her mother, or possibly a length of electrical cabling,
the medium kind that you could wrap around your fist to really deliver some
major pain. I once saw a picture of a prostitute that had been giving the local
authorities a hard time, and had been shown the error of her ways. They used
electrical cables on her, two cops at a time, until she was one big bruise and
could have passed for Barney the dinosaur.
I looked up into the eyes of my hostess who had been watching the
expressions on my face as I leafed through the pictures. "Kind of ugly, aren't
they." she said. I nodded and kept my mouth shut, figuring she was going to
spill the beans about what caused this little massacre. She did, and it wasn't a
pretty tale.
"I hired this guy a couple of months ago. At first he seemed to be
working out fine. Miriam, my daughter who is severely repressed sexually, was
showing signs of coming out of her funk when it came to getting laid, and Karen,
who takes after her granny, was beginning to calm down and not needing to get
fucked every other hour, at least that's what I thought. Of course both of them
were taking some discipline almost daily, especially Miriam. He would make her
strip down and stand with her arms straight up over her head. Then he'd tear
into her with either his strap, buckle first, or the cane. That cane was one
nasty weapon and when he used it on Miriam's tits she would cry all night from
the pain."
"Karen never got the cane as long as I was around, maybe it was because
he really enjoyed fucking her and she never said no when he wanted to do her.
For discipline, he'd put her over his knee most of the time and use his hand to
turn her ass red, but that's as far as things went. Then I decided to attend a
convention of ex-hookers and madams; that's the way I made enough money to
retire and buy this nice big house just after I turned fifty. I won't say how
many years ago that was. It wasa great time at the convention, I got to meet
lots of old employees and even a few of the ladies that I hooked with before I
started my whore house. I even ate some pussy and turned a few tricks for old
times sake."
"It was while I was away that the shit hit the fan. What that SOB was
doing to keep a lid on things was to make Miriam do Karen about half the time
she got the urge to get her itch scratched. I found all sorts of pictures of
those two doing the nasty with each other, and it looked as if they both were
having a good time. It was Karen who brought things to a head. She threatened to
tell me about what was really going on unless he started to deliver more meat.
He realized I'd hit the ceiling over the incest part of things, and he was
right. Miriam went into a major funk about then and so he took it out on her
first."
"According to Karen, he took her mom downstairs to the basement and
strung her up by her wrists. Then he used her like a punching bag for a couple
of days. He'd spend maybe an hour working her over in the morning and then just
before he took Karen off to bed for some anal before he went to sleep, he'd give
Miriam another dose of his fists. Karen was scared that she'd wind up downstairs
as well, so she gave him everything he wanted and didn't complain about
anything."
"Then he decided to invite a few of his friends over to give him a hand
with both of them. Now Karen was getting hammered front and rear almost the
entire day by dozens of cocks, while Miriam provided lots of fun to the sadists
who liked hurting helpless women. They messed her up awful, you know that from
those photographs. There were others taken showing even worse things happening
to her, but those nobody is going to ever see. After a week of steady punishment
and all the raping they could take, the two of them were totally wasted, but he
wasn't done with them yet."
"A buddy of his brought over a couple of dogs and set them loose on
first Karen, then her mom. Miriam freaked and had to be beaten senseless before
she calmed down. Karen let the dogs do her as often as they wanted, which was
considerable. Gradually these two mutts wore her to a frazzle, but things got
still worse. The same guy that provided the dogs now brought over a pony and
after half a day that animal was ramming over twelve inches of thick pony dick
up Karen's cunt. Then by the next day he managed to split her asshole open and
proceeded to rip her insides up something terrible. She lost a lot of blood and
this made everyone back off.
After ransacking the place and stealing everything of value that he
could get his hands on, this mother fucker left for parts unknown. I realized
when I got back and found the mess and the messed up pair that there was no
sense in going to the law because of the bad publicity and perhaps worse because
Karen was a minor. Fortunately I have a friend who sits on the board that runs
this private hospital that I put them in and everything seems to be getting back
to normal."
I heaved a big sigh when she used the words "getting back to normal".
Based on what I'd heard, she had two people in her care who were so far off the
beaten path, if you'll pardon the pun, that they redefined "weird". There was
this teen who was a budding or perhaps full blown nymphomaniac and her sexually
repressed mother, who now was also dealing with the trauma associated with
incest, rape and major doses of pain. Then to add some spice to the stew there
was this over the hill ex-hooker/madam offering herself up on a silver or was it
platinum platter to yours truly. What's a fella to do?
"Well, what do you think?" Granny Gooch asked. "Would you like to see
your new quarters and properly introduce yourself to your new boss? I have to be
honest with you, I'm really demanding when it comes to certain things." I sighed
once more and shrugged. Right now this was the only game in town and just maybe
I might get something out of it, especially from my new boss.
As for the other two; I sure am glad I didn't give up smoking or sell
off my dildo collection, restraints, whips, canes and my trusty rubber hose, the
one that leaves very few marks. I also wondered where I could rent a pony and
maybe a few dogs as well, big ones with the right kind of equipment, perhaps a
Great Dane or one of those nasty mixed breeds. I brightened up considerably at
the thought of little Karen swallowing a pint or so of pony cum while some black
furry friend bored out her once tight asshole and Miriam waited patiently for a
chance to suck all that yummy dog cum from her daughter's shitter. Life was
good,at least for some folks.
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