hear.
'This is much more satisfactory than a candle, you will find, Mrs.
Cassidy. And you must look upon it as a kind of offering to your great beauty… and how shall I put it… your secret charms?'
He worked the lewd rubber object up slowly over the mound of her haircovered pussy and across the flat golden plane of her trembling belly, pausing for a moment as he held it by the small phallus shape, pushing the thick cleft head of the larger cock up along the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her lifted arms.
'Almost like a little pussy there…' Frank murmured, his face beginning at last to betray the true state of his disturbed mind. He had held together for so long. All those years of being discreet and kind, polite and helpful, and then that one event, that one evening, had started him on a long decline. Sylvie's call for aid had sent him rushing to her dressing room that night so long ago, and the final result was this moment when he had the newest member of the Cassidy clan in his own workroom where HE was the master and she was the servant!
Sylvie felt like she was going to go crazy as she felt the awful soft yet hard consistency of the obscene fake phallus moving over her nakedly cringing flesh. She was relieved when it moved from under her arms where it had prodded first one exposed armpit and then the other, running next over her fully ripe breasts where it began to rub against the turgid nipples, bringing them to a throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved valet who was subjecting her to these horrible indignities, her feeling was slowly changing.
Her cries of humiliation and torture were tapering off into gradually deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body, helped by the great amounts of alcohol coursing through it, quieted to a slow helpless writhing of uncontrolled sensation. Small rivulets of sweat began to drip from her forehead, wetting the slick gilded of the dildo before her. Tears of frustration again brimmed to her eyes as she felt control of her body slipping away. She had vowed to do anything to get those tapes and to stop Frank in his attempt to ruin the family, and now she was making good on her word! But the sheer hopelessness of her position and the awful two-headed cock in the hands of the deranged former valet were forcing Sylvie into a kind of helpless submission that was intolerable.
Her shackled hands pulled desperately at the leather bindings that held her to the wall, as against her will her proud firm breasts throbbed up into full, firm roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the crude rubbing made small circles of tingling pleasure around the brown areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching to absorb its caresses. It dwelled long again on the soft flat area of her naked belly, massaging there and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow, uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her torso to do a strange little shuffling dance upon the wooden altar that Frank had constructed for her torture. The narrow pink split of her silken pussy was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor.
With a lewd chuckle, Frank twisted the double dildo in his hands and pushed the smaller end without warning between Sylvie's parted thighs and up against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus where it nestled between her softly rounded buttocks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and Sylvie tried to screw herself back against the wall to escape the cruel probe.
'AAAaaaaaaaah! Please… I can't stand it. It's driving me crazy!' she gasped between clenched teeth.
Frank answered with a sadistic laugh as she bucked and squirmed against the worming probe at her clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to close her legs, squeezing her buttocks tightly together, but there was no relief; it only made the instrument push harder at her back passage.
'Nooo!' she cried out. 'Oooohhh nooo!'
'You must be getting pretty anxious to be fucked by now, Mrs. Cassidy!'
Frank declared.
'No… nooooo!' she groaned piteously.
'Why, yes, as a matter of fact Mr. Franks did leave a number for Mrs.Cassidy to call.'
Jennie, Sylvie's secretary was anxious to help Ron Cassidy and Miss Pickering, and she could see that they were tense with worry about something they would not tell her. She refrained from making any comment, however, and began to look for the number.
'Let me see now… where could I have put it?' she said aloud.
'Hurry! Please hurry!' Arlene cried. Who knew what Sylvie was going through right Ron stood tight-lipped as Jennie finally unearthed a phone number. He got out his phone book and withdrew a punch card from it which he inserted in Jennie's desk phone and listened impatiently as the numbers were registered and the call went through.
'Dawson? This is Ron Cassidy. We need the address that goes with this phone number…'
Arlene listened anxiously as Ron spoke to his contact at the phone company. She knew that within a few minutes they would be on their way again to find her cousin Sylvie.
'Where do you want it first… in the front or in the back? Or both at once?' Frank asked lewdly, his face a contorted mask of desire. He felt his own cock bursting hotly against his pants, but he intended to have that pleasure later… only after he had watched the little performance he had planned for so long. He was delighted as Sylvie Cassidy cringed at the ugliness of his words, and his eyes swept over the smooth golden beauty of her nakedness. Suddenly inspired, he held the strange object that he had created by the center piece, the handle in the form of hanging testicles, and fitted the tip of each fake cock respectively to the contours of Sylvie's tiny pink vagina and her puckered anus. He thrust upward with a hard lunge. Since she was standing slightly above him on the wooden platform, it was a fairly easy matter to make both phalluses enter the tightly contracted orifices of the frightened blonde senator's wife. It meant that the twin dildos were bent together, the thick rubber tubing inside giving, but providing an elasticity to the organ that assured a tension between the two probing instruments… the one rising slowly up into Sylvie's tightly resisting anal passage, and the other larger one pressing upward into her defenselessly open pussy.
'Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!' Sylvie cried out as she felt the harsh entry of the two hard rubber cocks in the burning channel of her rectum and the wet narrowness of her hair-fringed pussy. She could feel the thick tips, so life-like in their construction, pushing upward within her, each rising in a separate orifice but both close together in her defenselessly suspended body. The pain and horror of it almost made her faint, and she hung limply, her hands held tightly by their unyielding manacles. Her legs and thighs trembled as she felt herself totally stuffed by the obscene device, and she began to scream wildly, pleading with the former valet to stop.
But Frank began to make sharp upward thrusts into the slippery passages, holding firmly to the middle section of the double-headed dildo.
'Nnnnghhh!' he grunted as he thrust harder and harder, sending the speeding hard cocks higher and higher up into Sylvie's tortured young cunt and anus. Sylvie began to hop up and down, somehow realizing the ludicrous way she must look, but uncaring as she attempted to ease the awful burning pain of the two thudding phalluses that filled her, fitting so tightly into each of her orifices that she feared they might become stuck in there and never come out again. But Frank was able to withdraw them and push them back in, though it caused him some effort.
He was easily able to see the two long cocks entering and exiting between the nakedly jiggling flesh of Sylvie's soft full thighs and her cushiony buttocks. He grunted with pleasure at each thrust, and thought of his many years of service with the Cassidy family.
He had often dreamed of doing something like this to Mrs. Thelma Cassidy, Sylvie's mother-in-law, years ago when he had been a young man and Mrs. Cassidy a comely young woman who often allowed him glimpses of her in her flowing silk nightgown. Oh yes, he had known then of her many lovers, although Jenson Cassidy never suspected a thing. And more than once Frank had watched as Thelma Cassidy, thinking she was alone, spread her long shapely legs for some gallant young visitor, clasping his thrusting form to the moist tender split of her naked pussy.
Oh, there were many things he had seen, and he had entered them all in the book. But only one person had
