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Higher the hand progressed, finding the undersides of her breasts. Bra-less underneath the tank top, Joel ran a palm over the curved surface, grazing each attentive nipple. Tiffany fought to control her breathing. "Lift your arms," Joel whispered in her ear, then louder: "LIFT."
Tiffany consented grudgingly, the blade momentarily leaving her neck as Joel tugged the tank top clear, the other two women's attention drawn to Tiffany's peach-shaped boobs. Charlotte's fingers seemed almost subconsciously to squeeze more meaningfully at her stepmother's nipple, a stifled gasp betraying Jackie. Joel's cock was so hard it chafed on his trousers.
Tiffany gasped too as Joel's free hand found her newly exposed breasts, cupping each in turn, kneading and pinching. They felt good in his hands, so fresh and young. "Change around," ordered Joel to the pair opposite. "I want to see you do that to Charlotte, Jackie."
Charlotte's arms dropped automatically to her sides as Jackie reached in to cradle each tiny breast. Concentrating on the perky nipples, minimal stimulation was required to prompt a treacherous moan of appreciation from the younger woman. "You want Jackie to suck them, don't you Charlotte?" grinned Joel.
Charlotte shook her head in defiance. "Do it, Jackie," their captor boomed.
Jackie hesitated, glancing over to see the knife had been lowered to caress Tiffany's left breast, the blade teasing the nipple threateningly. "Please God, no," Tiffany begged, her throat clenched. "Do as he says, Jackie...please..."
Hearing her beg almost made Joel cum in his pants though thank Christ he didn't.
Having appraised the severity of the threat, Jackie obeyed, bending into Charlotte's lean body, tongue extended beneath the erect teat. A lash of the tongue and the nipple was coated in saliva. Puckering, Jackie's lips closed in. She sucked long and hard, causing Charlotte to dig her teeth in her bottom lip. Looking up, she saw Joel grinning over, quickly forcing her face to cloud over once more. "Put more effort in, Jackie," sounded Joel, the prompt causing Jackie to glare but nonetheless press her face in and suck harder.
At the same time, Joel reached around to roll Tiffany's hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. She wriggled uncomfortably in his lap, each movement forcing Joel's stiff cock into the snug crevice of her arse. Sinking his teeth in her soft neck, she shied away, before the blade forced her back into position. "Run your fingers through Jackie's hair," Joel directed Charlotte. "Then I want to see you suck Jackie's tits, okay."
With a look of hate in her eyes, Charlotte stroked the older woman's brunette curls. Jackie flung back her head, a further glare at Joel before she allowed Charlotte to press her lips to her huge orbs. Charlotte tried to reproduce Jackie's actions but, being her first time with another woman, it was all highly uncomfortable and embarrassing for her. After a minute or so, Joel ordered a cessation. "Don't they look so good together, Tiffany? Mmmmmmm. Charlotte, stand up. Jackie, stay put."
Cleaning the saliva from her lips with a soft tongue, Charlotte did as she was ordered, arms were folded across her breasts. "Move over here, closer, Charlotte. Tiffany, I want you to take down her jeans," mouthed Joel over his captive's shoulder.
As Charlotte edged in, Tiffany's fingers reached for the belt at her sister's waist, sliding it through its holds. Joel took charge of the discarded length of thick leather, brain filling with all sorts of nasty ideas, watching intently as the buttons at Charlotte's crotch popped open. The jeans were so tight that, despite wrinkling a little at each thigh, they remained more or less in place. "Pull them down," he ordered Tiffany.
Tiffany tugged and the denims eased down in a concertina at Charlotte's knees. They fell the remaining two feet, crumpling at her ankles to reveal a pair of angular legs. Joel's eyes, however, were transfixed to her groin, covered in a skimpy blue thong. The feint outline of Charlotte's pussy lips was visible beneath, whilst an unmistakable dot of arousal at the crotch betrayed her nonchalance. "Take off her thong," suggested Joel matter-of-factly to his charge.
Tiffany baulked at the thought of touching her sister in that most private of places. Voicing his disapproval, Joel shifted, the knife providing the requisite encouragement for the frightened schoolgirl to hook her thumbs through the side strings. Tugging sharply, the thong fell away, exposing Charlotte's cleanly shaven pussy Pink, plump and glistening lightly, Joel smacked his lips in appreciation. "Now turn around," he ordered Charlotte. "Bend over and hold onto your ankles."
Charlotte did as instructed, an exchanged glance with Jackie who looked back sympathetically. Charlotte's tight arse mere a foot away, those plump pussy lips peeped back through her clenched thighs as a hint of female arousal clung unmistakeably to the air beneath Joel's nostrils. Tiffany shifted uncomfortably, trying not to look at her sister's buttocks.
Suddenly Joel raised his free hand. Tiffany and Jackie could both see that it gripped Charlotte's belt, their eyes widening. The trio of backhand swipes took Charlotte by complete surprise, the leather stinging her buttocks numbly. Fortunately for the girl, with Tiffany on his lap, Joel had been unable to gain much leverage, three feint pink lines running from cheek to cheek. Moreover, he had spared her the buckled end - for now. Nonetheless, Charlotte shrieked, as much in surprise as pain. "That's a warning, okay? If any of you steps out of line or disobeys me, it's the buckle end, and I won't hold back. Understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Jackie stood, appealing. "Leave these two poor innocent girls alone, take me, do anything you want..."
"Shut the fuck up," barked Joel, causing Jackie to sit back down. "Now turn around sideways," he directed, Charlotte shuffling around, the jeans still at her ankles. "Jackie, I think Charlotte could do with some pain relief. Get down on your knees behind her."
Jackie glowered over, defiantly staying put. Evidently she'd decided this had gone far enough.
"Now what the fuck did I just say?" Joel boomed.
Losing his temper, he lashed out with the belt. This time the buckle end bit into Charlotte's soft butt cheeks. She cried out in sheer pain. "Do as he says, please Jackie," she begged in between bouts of sucked-in air, a series of red welts materialising on the cheeks.
Jackie stood to take up a position at Charlotte's rear, staring straight into the younger woman's pussy. "God, you're sick," spat Tiffany, wriggling in his lap and finding her voice at last. "You're never going to get away with this, I hope you know."
Joel smiled knowingly. Little did she realise. His own small inevitable death was well worth this ritual humiliation, the battle won even if the war was lost. "Enjoy the show," he whispered in Tiffany's ear. "I know I will."
Jackie looked over, awaiting instruction. "I want to see you eat your stepdaughter's hot pussy," uttered Joel.
The clock on the wall told him that there were two hours of his life left to live, two hours in which to make these women pay terribly for their association with Mickey Standish. Two hours. Conceivably this could be the best two hours ever in Joel McCabe's life.
Part 4 - the conclusion - follows sortly.
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