Sunday with the Baileys

Megan was still pleading for mercy, begging for the privilege to fuck and suck them some more, as she was hoisted into position. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back, rope was tied around her ankles and used to suspend her upside down from the ceiling, and finally a ring gag was fastened between her teeth. “You’ve been a real darling about not biting so far,” Red explained while he tightened the straps. “But anyone can have accidents, and I’d hate to have to ruin that pretty smile of yours. This is for your own good.”

He turned to address the others. “Megan here obviously needs more practice with her mouth, so we’re going to be gentlemen and make this a learning experience! If you don’t mind, I’ll demonstrate.”

Megan flinched when he pulled his pants down to reveal his own erect cock, but she was helpless to do anything as he grabbed the back of her head and forced himself into her mouth. “Before I really get started, who would like to beat this slut with a riding crop while I’m using her?”

Many hands shot up.

Moments later, Megan was screaming and bobbing in the air as her back and ass were lashed by the lucky man chosen. “I’m going to throatfuck you now, Megan,” Red said calmly even as he grabbed the back of her head and began forcing himself into her throat. “You want your punishment to stop sooner, I recommend doing your best to relax your throat while I pound it, and keep your tongue moving. But if you’d rather remain passive and gift everyone here with a longer, more drawn out throatfucking experience, be my guest!”

The girl’s only response was a harsh series of choking sounds as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Yeah, oxygen’s gonna be a concern too,” Red said lightly. “Just one more reason to try and provide a great throatfuck for everyone.“ He swung her head back and forth, seemingly unconcerned with her inability to breathe. “You do have a great throat, Megan. Very fuckable, just like the rest of you. In fact, I can already feel my balls responding…”

Half-conscious, Megan’s only response to a load of warm cum shooting up her throat was a sad gurgle.

“Ahhh,” Red breathed happily, still pumping her head on him. “Not my favorite activity, but it is pleasant every once in a while. Almost as fun as step two…”

The redhead let out a loud snort, then convulsed as hot piss sprayed out her nostrils. Red sighed with contentment as he emptied his bladder into her. “Now THAT was a good time.” He signaled the man with the riding crop, who reluctantly paused. “Let’s see how you did.”

Megan coughed, flecks of urine and cum hitting the floor, gasped for air, and then coughed again. She kept alternating like this, her chest heaving, while Red inspected his softening cock. “Whoops, you’re zero for two this time, Megan. I can see piss AND jizz on my cock. If this wasn’t a demonstration, I’d be going to the back of the line for another go.”

The girl moaned, then hacked up a thick wad of cum.

“Everyone got it?” Red asked the others. “Our dear Megan is going to deepthroat your cock, guzzle your piss, and suck you clean while she’s at it. If she fails to do her job, that just means try, try again. Help yourself to some beers if your bladder is running dry, make sure everyone gets a turn to swing the crop, and let me know when she’s successfully serviced all fifty of you. Enjoy!”

Megan was still coughing when the first man wedged himself into her throat, gripping her ears as he began rabbitfucking the tight hole. Her body twitched in the air as the crop came down and left a fresh welt on her ass.

She moaned in misery, then began swirling her tongue to help show him a good time.

He was already excited from the earlier cock cleaning, and it took him no time at all to finish. Another load of cum was fired into her stomach. More piss sprayed from her nose. “Not even close!” He announced happily as he pulled out and inspected his still filthy cock. “I get to go again!”

Megan began to sob as the next man rushed to take his turn.

Whistling to himself, Red left them to it.

It turned out Megan wasn’t the only Bailey getting throatfucked. Eileen had gotten to experience the nail gun after all: her pussy lips were splayed against the kitchen table, two thick nails driven through each. This left her head hanging off the side, the brunette’s face buried in Blue’s pubes as his cock rested in her gullet. He wasn’t even looking at her, sitting in a chair and casually reading a paperback while she sucked and slurped.

Red glanced into the kitchen sink, where a set of pliers rested next to an assortment of bloody teeth. “You really do like this one, don’t you?” He teased. “When was the last time you fucked a girl’s mouth?”

“I’m not fucking this one,” his friend said curtly without looking up. “Bitch was having some trouble sucking me hard for fuck twenty seven, so we agreed she’d have an easier time without her teeth.”

“I can see your cock in her throat, man,” Red pointed out. “You might have been soft going in, but now you’re just enjoying yourself.”

“I’m getting to it,” Blue said defensively. “Just wanted to finish this chapter first. And the bitch isn’t about to complain about me taking my time.”

“Sure, sure, sure.” Red winked. “Twenty seven is getting up there, though, even with the dick pills. Got any special plans for the big three oh if she gets there?”

“Probably gonna sew her pussy shut,” Blue said mildly. “I’ll have to yank out the nails and redo them after, but the bitch already said she didn’t mind, and it’s not like anyone is going to ever fuck that hole again.” He patted her head. “We’ve been brainstorming things we can stuff in there before we close it up. Her teeth, naturally, her fingernails and toenails… what was the other one again, bitch?”

Eileen’s head slowly lifted, his cock disgorging from her throat and mouth until it popped free completely. Her eyes were flat and lifeless, blood running down her chin as her gums flashed. “Poop…” she said dully.

Blue snapped his fingers. “That’s right. Her mouth has been full of shit all day, why not give her cunt a taste of it too? Seal her pussy closed with a nice fat turd stuffed in there.” He smacked Eileen across the face. “You answered the question, bitch, so why isn’t your mouth back around my cock already?”

“Yeff thuhh, thurry thuhh,” she mumbled, and lowered her head back down, swallowing his full length with a quiet gurgle.

A chorus of groans erupted from the living room, and someone cursed loudly. “The fuck was that?” Blue asked.

“Sounds like our newest fucktoy finally managed to properly service a cock. One down, forty nine to go. That right, Joey?”

Eileen’s husband had been sitting quietly on the other side of the table, positioned so that he could see his daughter through the doorway. He cleared his throat. “That, that’s right. Sir. The one she, uh, finished, is demanding his turn with the riding crop.”

There was a sharp crack, and then a scream from Megan. “One second, boys,” Red said, and stuck his head into the living room. “By the way, Megan, strictly speaking once you’ve fully serviced someone’s cock, they are no longer part of your punishment, but I know you’ve been doing a lot of emotional bonding with these fine men today. If you’d like to give them a treat and let all fifty keep lining up to use your belly as a sperm and piss bank no matter what the result, I’ll allow it. Means you’ll probably be hanging there all night long, but I’m game if you are.”

The redhead nodded frantically. The man who’d been furiously beating her gave Red a sheepish grin, and was a little more gentle about it when he resumed. “Like herding horny cats,” Red muttered to himself, then turned back to Joe. “I wanted you to have a front row seat for your daughter as well, but I’m hoping this is good enough. I figured if you could only really focus on one woman at a time, it should be your wife. Besides, Ellie will be gone after tomorrow, while we’ll have plenty of chances to keep you updated on Megan.”

“Yes, sir.”

Eileen made a small frightened noise that got a laugh from Red. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still rooting for you two lovebirds to make it work, Ellie. But one way or another, you’re gone from this house after tonight. Now Joey, I think it’s time we had a talk about your family’s future. I’ll start by giving you this.” The masked man unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket and slid it across the table. “This is the information for an offshore Cayman account. Earlier today we opened it in your name and transferred 200 grand to it.”

Joe stared at the paper blankly. “You… what?”

“That’s our payment,” Red explained patiently. “You wanted some nice retirement money, we wanted a couple fucktoys to play with, so we made a deal. One hundred grand for each of them.”

“But, but we didn’t…?”

“Don’t worry about the details, Joey. That’s the version of events the police are gonna come up with if they start investigating what happened here. It’s also what me and Blue will swear to if we ever end up behind bars. Now, you want to go to the police first and try to tell them your side of the story, you go right ahead, but don’t blame me when they throw you in jail. You’re an old white man, so you got that going for you, but they’re still probably just gonna lock you up and call it a day. Besides, they won’t let you keep the money one way or the other, and you’re never getting your girls back.

“If I were you, here’s what I’d do instead of wasting time with the police. I’d call in sick the next couple days, take a little time to adjust to my new situation, and withdraw a smidgen of that money to treat myself. Not too much, don’t want to draw attention, but enough to get, I dunno, a high end fleshlight, probably, to replace my wife’s cunt. Then I’d go back to work like everything’s normal.

“Anyone asks about my wife, I’d tell them it turned out she was fucking some other guy. The two of them left together, my daughter went with them, and I haven’t seen them since. All true, right? They ask where she went, I give them more truth: I sure wish I knew, but I got no fucking idea.

“You do that, Joey, and I think you’re in the clear. Once people know you’re just a sad old cuckold living alone, they’re not-“

“Wh-what about my sons?” Joe interrupted.

Red stared at him. “…Sons?” He glanced at Blue, who just shrugged. “Who the fuck cares about your sons?”

“It’s just, you said-“

“Let’s skip the non sequitors, Joey. Where was I? Once people know you’re just a sad old cuckold living alone, or with sons or whatever, nobody cares, they’re not gonna ask too many questions. And don’t worry about anyone getting nosy and trying to track your family down. We’re good at what we do. Any questions?”

The ones that had been burning inside him all day rushed up, and Joe looked up for the first time to meet the man’s eyes behind the mask. “Why? Why all this? Why ME?”

“Why not?” Red replied guilelessly, holding his gaze.

Joe looked away first.

Part of him begged to tell the man off. To tell him to stuff his money, to swear revenge for everything that had happened today. But it was a small hollow part of him, next to a mountain of cowardice. Everyone here already knew what he was going to say. He swallowed. “Okay… I, I’ll do what you said. I won’t go to the police.”

“Knew you were a reasonable guy,” Red said happily. Joe flinched when the man approached with a knife, but he only used it to cut the rope around Joe’s right arm. “And you know what this means? We really are accomplices now, buddy. Just like I said, two hundred grand for a pair of fucktoys. Deal?”

He offered his hand.

Trembling, Joe shook it.