PART TWENTY SIX
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CLAIRE'S VIEW
I dragged my eyes away from the screen and my daughter's subjection and headed for the kitchen, John close behind me after he'd too had a slap across his arse from Mrs Kimberley. Samantha had laid out everything ready for serving, and she a standing there watching us impatiently. She glanced down at John's hard cock, and then she thrust her hand between my thighs. I felt her fingers penetrate my soaking wet cunt.
"I see you two have been enjoying yourselves," she said maliciously.
She withdrew her fingers and licked them slowly. "Your daughter tastes a lot better, sis," she told me. "Sweet and juicy. Next time I finger the little slut I'll let you have a taste too."
She left us to sort out the trays while she joined her guests in the dining room. For the next couple of hours we were constantly on the go. When not actually serving, and being roughly fondled as we did, we were both under the table servicing them while they talked on above us as if oblivious to our ministrations. Samantha had given us strict instructions that we were to spread our services evenly, and so we moved around from cock to cock and cunt to cunt. By the time they had all finished their meal, my jaw was aching and my tongue felt like it was coming loose. None of the men had cum, for either John or me, but I was inordinately proud of the fact that I had felt a definite stirring when I was licking and sucking the Reverend's withered manhood. He was pleased too, and had rewarded me with a scrap of meat from his plate.
At a signal from Samantha, they all rose from the table and moved back into the living room. John and I crawled out wearily from under the table, and Samantha told us to serve tea and coffee. When we reappeared with it, we saw them all sitting facing the screen. It was no longer the feed from the girls' bedroom upstairs with Dawn, but instead a film that Samantha had spliced together documenting the complete subjugation and humiliation of my family. Video and stills of each and every step on out downward journey into what we had become. Samantha was giving a commentary, and there was much laughter from the assembled guests as the story unfolded. Serving the tea and coffee, I felt embarrassment and shame at these people we knew so well seeing our degradation. But also a strange excitement.
The little home made documentary came to an end, and all of them applauded.
"Now you all get to sample the goods properly," Samantha said, bringing the lights back up again.
GARY'S VIEW
Samantha had let me know in advance that Claire and her thieving husband were to be the entertainment that night, but I hadn't realised how entertaining they would be. She's been a real stuck-up bitch when we'd dated back in our teens. She threw a blue fit and called me a pervert when I tried to put my hand up her jumper and threw me out of the house. So I just figured she's loosened up at last and joined her sister's little group. Not that Samantha had turned her into her sexual slave, a degraded little slut who would do anything required of her.
It had been sweet revenge to have both her and her wimp of a husband sucking my cock and licking my balls as we ate, and knowing they were also serving my wife Kathleen with their tongues. The film Samantha had made of their subjugation had been a hoot, and earlier I'd very much enjoyed the screening of their hot daughter naked and tied too. And as the night wore on, I'd got to fuck both Claire and her husband. Not their daughter as well unfortunately, as she didn't make any appearances after starring in the cam show. Perhaps a treat for the future.
We ended up with the pissing game, which was always a hoot. Our two new slaves crouched over in the garden holding their arse cheeks apart and the men took turns at target practice at their arseholes from about a metre away. Samantha was the judge as always, and by whatever method of scoring she used she declared Ronnie Hart the winner with me a close second. Then it was time for the lottery to decide who was to take each of our slaves home for the night. Reverend Holloway got Claire, which I thought a bit of a waste with his erection difficulties. I suppose he has his own ways of having fun, though. And the two teachers, Mr and Mrs Kimberley, got her husband John. He didn't look too happy about it, and knowing her as I do I reckon he had good reason for it. Samantha promised we'd all get a second chance at them at the next party, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we get Claire next time. I'd love to have her home with us for the night, and really make the bitch pay.
NEXT MORNING - JOHN 'S VIEW.
It was nearly lunchtime before the Kimberleys dropped me off home. Naked in the back of their car, and desperately trying not be seen by passing motorists and pedestrians, I hurt everywhere. Both my holes had been fucked several times by Mr Kimberley, and my tongue felt permanently dislocated from servicing Mrs Kimberley's wrinkly old cunt and both their arseholes. In between, Mrs Kimberley had shown a frightening ingenuity in finding ways to hurt my body. If the kids at their school had seen her in action on me, they would never play her up ever again.
They stopped the car in the street by our drive and ordered me out. I scurried out and ran the length of the drive at a crouch, praying that none of the neighbours were twitching the net curtains at just that moment. I had to go round the back to get in, using the key from under the flowerpot, and breathed a huge sigh of relief once I was safely inside. Then I called out, but nobody answered.
I found the note from Claire in the kitchen propped up against the kettle.
John (it said), I think we both know it's over between us. Probably was before all this happened, to be honest. This life your dishonesty forced upon us I hated at first, but now I know it's what I need. We are all moving out. Steve is going to live with his Granddad, and dawn with Samantha and her cousins. I'll be staying there too for a while, but I don't think it will be permanent. Reverend Holloway has invited me to come live with him, and that's a possibility. You can have the house - and the mortgage. Dad and Samantha want me to tell you that your obligation is now at an end. Your employment at Dad's firm will be terminated, but no further action will be taken. And Dad will give you a decent reference. I hope you'll not be stupid enough to wreck this second chance you've been given. Goodbye, John.
I sat and read it several times. I was a free man, in every way possible, but I felt no elation. I had lost my family, but even worse than that in my mind was that I had lost something that I too had come to realise I needed. The ordinary humdrum world did not seem very inviting to me after what I had experienced over recent days. I began to wonder whether, if I went to Samantha on my knees and begged her, they would let me back in.
END