Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 15:42:52 +0100 (BST)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Debt 26 - Final Chapter

PART TWENTY SIX

This is the final part of this story. I hope you have enjoyed reading it,
and I thank all those who have written to me about it.

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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