Sexual Assault 7: Forced Family Foursome
“Mary?” I questioned, turning around and seeing my ex-wife. She stood in the doorway of my hunting lodge, looking inside at me and my daughters. I could tell by her expression that she saw the cum-stains on the girls. Surprised, I didn’t know what to do, so I lay there in bed with Freya on my right and Michelle on my left.
Seeing Mary for the first time in days, I wondered how the fuck she found me. Part of me wanted to fuck her again. She always hated fucking me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Mary gasped, “My questioned, is why are you doing this to our daughters?”
“Mom!” Michelle exclaimed, “Dad has been having sex with us. He won’t stop!”
I glared at my youngest daughter. How dare she speak out. She made eye contact with me and continued, “Save us, Mom! Please!”
Freya tugged at the handcuffs on her hands, still attached to the bed frame. “Mom! Dad tied me up and won’t let us go!”
“I can’t believe this,” Mary stuttered. I could tell she was having difficulty processing the situation, so I took advantage of her stupidity. Rushing out of the bed, I crossed the room in a split second. I grabbed her hand as she tried to hit me.
Turning her hand to the side, I put her in a painful position while, with my other hand, I grabbed the rope and tossed it to Michelle. “Rope your mother up, or else.”
“Fuck you, Dad!”
I gritted my teeth and took the handcuffs from the table. Mary, dazed, had her hands cuffed to the bedpost opposing Freya. With my fucking ex-wife here; things might have to change. Who else could be on the way? I sighed and tightened the cuffs. “You’ve made this much more difficult than it needs to be.”
Turning to Michelle, I stared into her eyes, into her fucking soul. “You’re in trouble, young lady.” I thought momentarily. Seeing as how Freya lay next to her mother on the bed and they both struggled against their cuffs, cursing repeatedly, I decided Michelle would be the one to take care of this problem. “Michelle, tell your mother to stop.”