24 Hours to Live Ch. 04

I know from your e-mails that you've enjoyed reading Joel's misadventures as much as I have writing them. So, for the last time...

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Just two hours from death, nothing could be further from the mind of Joel McCabe. He had three women – and not just any three women, but the sexy wife AND gorgeous young daughters of arch nemesis Mickey Standish – under his complete control. Each in various states of undress, they were Joel's toys to do with as he pleased.

Eighteen-year-old Barbie lookalike Tiffany Standish was clasped tight with her back to his chest, the kitchen knife threatening to sever an artery should any of the women step out of line. Tiffany's white tank top discarded, Joel amused himself by playing with a pair of peach sized breasts that were like two stress balls. The pleated blue skirt remained in place, from time to time riding up Tiffany's thigh when Joel's hands squeezed those sweet breasts and caused her back to arch. Joel's armoury was complemented by a buckled leather belt that he cracked every so often for effect like a manic circus master.

Below on the carpet, stepmother Jackie, a former pole dancer in her late thirties, and nineteen-year-old student sister Charlotte watched on uneasily. With guile, cunning and the ever-present threat of the blade, Joel had manipulated the pair into a position whereby they were poised to provide a private floorshow – though not a little more persuasion. At least, that's what Joel hoped so. After all, unquestioning compliance to his twisted whim was no fun, no fun at all.

Joel licked his lips at the sight of Charlotte spread butt naked in profile, resting upon hands and knees, her cascading highlighted locks like a veil. Stepmother Jackie knelt behind, eyes darting from Tiffany's helpless body to Charlotte's plump pussy lips and puckered arse. The instruction "I want to see you eat her pussy" hung in the air like a spray of mace.

Joel's grip tightened on Tiffany, the blade glinting. "You'd like to see Jackie lick your sister's cunt, wouldn't you, Tiffany?" he whispered in his charge's ear.

Tiffany wriggled in his lap. "Let us go, you sick bastard."

Joel grinned. "Okay Jackie, go to work," he prompted.

With Jackie foolishly electing to play dumb, Joel was forced to play the bad guy once more. Reaching over, he cracked the buckle end of the belt on Charlotte's inner thigh, a real evil snap that immediately flared the tender skin. Charlotte yelped, tears welling, and almost immediately Jackie begged clemency, her soothing lips moving to cover the welt. She nuzzled and licked at the graze, at the same time parting the younger girls arse cheeks to provide a grandstand view of Charlotte's puffy labia for Joel and Tiffany. "Mmmmmmm," slavered Joel.

Tiffany tried to turn away but the blade held her fast, forcing her to spectate. Mashing her eyes shut in defiance, Joel threatened to slice off her eyelids if she tried that again.

Down below, Jackie worked her mouth up the shapely thigh, stopping a whisker from Charlotte's pussy to draw a deep breath, before glancing aside where Joel played idly with her other stepdaughter's gorgeous breasts, the other hand holding the keen blade to the girl's throat. Jackie knew that she had no option but to do this for all their sakes. Hands lowering to the tops of Charlotte's thighs, easing apart the slick lips, in went her face. As the older woman's tongue touched the inner flesh of her pussy.

For no other reason than he wanted to, Joel lashed out with the belt, catching Jackie on her panty-clad arse. "What are they still doing on?"

"You never told me..."

THWACK. "But..." THWACCCCKKKK.

Jackie sucked in air dramatically, drawing the panties to her ankles and kicking them off her toes like she had during her pole dancing days, bringing a nod of approval from their tormentor. Nonetheless he issued three rapid swipes to her uncovered arse as a warning. Squealing, Jackie shuffled over with haste to press her face back hard into Charlotte's snatch. The joyous sound of tongue flicking at sopping wet cunt filled the room. As Jackie's eager tongue found her stepdaughter's clit, each urgent flick seemed to send ripples of betrayal through Charlotte's young body.

As Joel shifted in the armchair, he raked at his fly, gaining some relief for the stifled bulge beneath. The tip, doused in precum, had worked free of his boxer shorts, the shaft was so damned hard it hurt. Tiffany swallowed hard, deducing what was happening behind her. "Don't they look just awesome together," he teased, stroking Tiffany's long blonde hair.

"You're sick."

With his spare hand, Joel reached for the hem of her skirt. Tiffany gasped, her hand lowering to meet his, trying to push it away. The blade's constriction persuaded the teen to rest them passively at her sides, allowing Joel to fumble with the skirt and draw it slowly up her thighs. Her breathing sped with each notch, each higher caress of tender thigh as Joel savoured the moment.

Things were just as hot on the floor, the initial reluctance replaced by the heat of lust. As Jackie probed every moist pink fold, an unmistakeable groan of pleasure escaped Charlotte's mouth. As Jackie came up for air, her lips glistened with Charlotte's juices. At the same time, Charlotte's pussy dripped with saliva.

Gesturing Jackie back into place, Joel continued his quest until Tiffany's skirt was drawn into a concertina at her middle, both thighs exposed. Her crotch moved tantalisingly into view with each deep breath extinguished from the girl's circular mouth. Joel reached up to place his palm over the front of Tiffany's panties, the warmth radiating through his hand. Slowly he worked the thumb back and forth over the damp area where the slick pussy lips met the crotch. "Oh God no, please, no..." she moaned.

Joel rubbed his thumb back and forth to match the motion of Jackie's tongue in Charlotte's cunt, a scene that was fulfilling one of his most deep-rooted fantasies. Shame then that it had taken until his final day to realise it. But then this wasn't any ordinary day. "Now kiss her arse," directed Joel, "and get that tongue right inside."

Jackie issued a sneer but realising resistance was futile she trailed her tongue the length of Charlotte's perineum. Curling it, she prodded at the quivering ring. Oh God, yesssssss," bellowed Joel, continuing to finger Tiffany as they watched.

Manoeuvring deftly, Joel spread Tiffany wide over his knees, his insistent thumb pressing the material right inside her wet snatch. Tiffany's front teeth buried in her bottom lip, as her treacherous body went into spasm, her light sensual moans encouraging Joel to rub harder. "You two, change places," he ordered. "Charlotte, enjoy your first taste of pussy."

Charlotte blushed, having been praying she'd be spared the indignity. But Joel was insistent, a single jerk of the knife capable of slitting her sister's throat. Jackie issued a consolatory look before easing on to her back, knees elevated. Inviting Charlotte to come closer, a little stroke of the arm assured her stepdaughter that everything would be okay. With a sigh, Charlotte crawled between her stepmother's legs. Jackie moaned in mock appreciation, but Joel wasn't fooled by the charade, disappointed they took him for a mug. Lifting a knee, he lowered a sole on Charlotte's head, forcing her face deep into Jackie's crotch. "Alright, alright," protested the young woman, the words muffled in cunt.

As Joel retracted, Charlotte began to lick at the gently petalling lips. This time Jackie's moans carried an air of authenticity. Oh, if only Mickey could witness this. Frankly, he could do to Joel what he wished because Joel was having the last laugh. If word got out, Joel's audacity would be the stuff of legend. He'd be lauded for years to come as the guy that had the great man's wife AND daughters.

Lowering the knife, the blade caressed Tiffany's hip, eliciting a whimper, before Joel sliced the waistband of her panties on both sides. The unsupported triangle of wet cotton in the middle slid off to reveal a gaping snatch, bordered by a light brush of straw coloured hair. In went Joel's thumb with a squelch, a loud expiration falling from Tiffany's lips. As Joel rotated, a banshee wail filled the room, causing the other two women to look up, fearing the worst.

Joel ordered them back into position, Charlotte working her tongue ever more urgently, the older woman reaching to pinch her own sensitive swollen nipples that poked out from a pair of oversized, gravity-defying breasts. Unprompted, Jackie pulled Charlotte away by the hair and up to her face. Exchanging hot deep French kisses and tasting her own arousal, she prayed Joel might shoot his load prematurely and turn his attention away from her virgin stepdaughter.

No chance. Joel was intent on claiming his prize. Placing his thumb against Tiffany's hymen, Joel explored with the index finger, encircling her clit. Tiffany cried out in ecstasy, her breasts quivering with each heightened touch, her body limp, Barbie Doll turned rag doll. Totally at his whim, Joel felt confident enough to place the knife on the arm of the chair without recourse, thus freeing up both hands. Placing the palms beneath her elbows, he lifted easily. Tiffany's arse rode up his chest, a rock hard pole jerking below and intent on impaling her virgin vagina.

Gravity, along with the sweat on her arse cheeks and on Joel's belly provided ample lubrication to bring her down, sliding in slow motion, the purple mushroom head tightening at her entrance. "You want this cock inside you, don't you Tiffany?"

Tiffany shook her head yet her subsequent action provided a stark contradiction as, with some urgency, she reached between her legs to grip the rock hard shaft and guide the spongy tip snugly into place. It nestled at her sex, the head bobbing and throbbing. She gasped then whimpered as the head buried itself in the tightest damned cunt Joel had ever had the pleasure to encounter.

Despite Joel's average appendage, it felt like motherhood in reverse for Tiffany as the first inch of shaft worked inside. Each notch brought a cry from Tiffany's lips. A third of the stiff pole enveloped in sweet young pussy, suddenly Tiffany shook her head violently. Without care or compassion, vengeance for her complicity in his death sentence, Joel let go an almighty thrust from the buttocks. Tiffany screamed as her hymen took the brunt, the rampaging fiery head tearing through the fleshy barrier, her virginity ripped asunder. The hollow feeling of regret coupled with the heady feeling of lust made for a strange cocktail as she continued in denial.

Yet her body overrode her brain as Joel reached for her breasts, cupping and kneading, before compressing each nipple. Her young body rocked, riding his hard shaft as the engorged tip worked over her swollen clit. "No...no...oh God no...no...no...nooooooo."

"Yes!" hollered Joel, cock dipping and rising.

Suddenly a switch in Tiffany seemed to flick. "God yes," she moaned. "Fuck me Joel, fuck me hard...yesssssss."

Joel rammed in yet harder, bashing her cervix, to the accompaniment of lustful pleas from the not-so-sweet young girl. "Harder Joel, harder...oh God yes...make me your dirty little slut."

The words pushed Joel to the verge, his cock disappearing repeatedly between her legs as he fucked from behind like a stallion. At the same time, Tiffany bounced on the stiff shaft, a torrent of filth slipping from her lips. "Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk..."

Hearing Tiffany become so animated forced Jackie to raise her head, watching intently, Charlotte still eating her pussy. So rough was the copulation that Joel's cock, glazed in Tiffany's juices and streaked in a raspberry ripple effect, slipped out and rebounded off Tiffany's belly. It waved in the air like a flagpole. Joel gestured Jackie in close. "Lick it clean," he ordered, stroking her cheek with the blade.

Tiffany glanced down, eyes as wide as ping pong balls. Beginning at the base, her stepmother's soft tongue lapped at the clinging fluids. Rising gradually up the rock hard shaft, Jackie vacuumed up the film of dew. Joel grunted in appreciation. Reaching the mushroom head, Jackie hesitated, eyes fixed on Joel's. A hand reached out to grab the tight brunette curls, lifting and banging down her mouth, the tip plugging her throat. As Jackie spluttered and gagged, Joel held fast until his cock was as clean as a choirboy's smock. Charlotte, in a trance, elevated from her stepmother's pussy to watch. The spell was quickly broken as Joel gestured her closer. "Kiss her...nice and slow...tongues."

Jackie caressed her elder stepdaughter's cheek reassuringly, before tilting her head. Their faces met, both pairs of lips parting as tongues lashed together. The thought of Charlotte tasting her sister's juices on Jackie's mouth sent Joel wild with desire, his cock plunging back and deep into the tight cunt before him. He pumped like a piston, hands clamped at her waist. "Oh God, Joel, use me like the worthless little whore I am," squealed Tiffany.

Her vocal filth pushed Joel to the point from which he was unable to hold back any longer. As he arched his back and thrust hard from the buttocks to deliver one final deep slam, a wave of cum jetted into the soft pink tunnel and flooded her womb, the orgasm like a volley of gunshot in his head. When Joel stopped exhaling and his ears could hear once more, the deafening ring continued.

Jackie was up first, her face demonstrating TRUE fear for the first time that evening, the sort of fear only a gangster's moll can know. Grabbing Charlotte's hand, she fled to the hall. Joel and a disorientated Tiffany followed close behind, neither aware of what was happening. Sheer panic prevailed as Jackie skirted up a hang-down ladder into an attic-cum-panic room. The trapdoor shut tight, shrouding the naked quartet in black.

For five minutes the three women huddled, no words exchanged which was as well for they'd have been inaudible above the heavy breath. Another five minutes passed before Joel pressed his ear to the trapdoor. It was hard to hear anything. "I'll go see," he whispered.

"No," warned Jackie, grabbing hold of his arm, the grip almost tender, the generosity of feeling amazing Joel, given what had just elapsed.

Joel proceeded nonetheless, taking hold of the trapdoor and feeling suddenly vulnerable, fearful. Maybe this was how his life would end. "I'll be okay," he assured, anxious to exit the dark claustrophobic tomb of a room.

Contorting his body, Joel climbed through the gap and back down into the flat, his heart racing. He darted from wall to wall like a policeman on a stakeout. There didn't seem to be any noise coming from anywhere. He'd known these card games to get heated, but it was rare for someone to get shot. These were, after all, Mickey Standish's closest allies. Throwing on his clothes, Joel crept over to hover on the stairs above the club entrance, listening but still hearing nothing. Slowly he took to the stairs, each creak eliciting a wince. Ear to the door, still nothing could be made out.

The scene that greeted Joel as he eased open the door took his breath away and would be etched indelibly on his brain forever. It was a scene of pure and total carnage. A dozen or, every single big tough man in that room, had been shot where he sat, not just shot but peppered. The walls too had been pebble-dashed by machine-gun fire, whilst every optic at the bar had been smashed into a million pieces, the contents drip-dripping on the floor in an eerie hollow tone.

And the blood! It oozed over the sides of the tables, thickly coating the floor and edging towards him like a volcanic eruption of lava.

Joel was snapped out of the trance upon spotting Mickey Standish, like the others slumped in his poker hand, blood having seeped from multiple orifices. It took a moment to register. But Mickey Standish was dead. The feeling of joy that cut through the feeling of numbness was overwhelming.

Joel blew hard. He could only deduce that a rival gang had set up a hit, knowing the club would be full of Standish and his entourage. Just about every member in the hierarchy was lying dead here in his own blood. A rival gang or maybe a carefully orchestrated heist, knowing that there would be some fifty grand up for grabs. Or both? For regrettably most of the wedge, save for the most bloodstained, had been lifted. Joel felt a pang of regret. That could have set him up nicely in a new life.

Then he had a thought, tiptoeing carefully around the red stream. Towering over his vanquished nemesis, Joel said in a croaky, almost reverent voice: "Hello Mickey. Told you I'd have the last laugh..."

With that, he lifted the corpse by the hair, reaching inside the jacket and rejoicing as a roll of cash the width of a coke can was extracted. Now this WOULD set up him up nicely. Well Mickey didn't need it where he was heading.

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Back upstairs Joel was received as a hero by the distraught women who already feared the worst. With Joel's assurances, they climbed from the loft. "Looks like a gangland hit or a heist. They've gone now," he said matter-of-factly.

The youngsters burst into tears, consoling each other with hugs. "Mickey's dead?"

Joel nodded and Jackie buried her face in his shoulder. A minute passed as tears were shed. "It's a pretty nasty scene down there. I think we should get moving. I've a place you can spend the night till things die down. One of you got a car?"

As clothes were restored and bags filled with essentials, the enormity hit home. Joel was saved. "Take the girls," said Jackie, handing him a set of car keys. "I need to call the police. I'll sort things out here. Go with Joel," assured Jackie, the girls seemingly reluctant.

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The next morning Joel awoke, wondering at first whether it had all been a dream, that notion negated when he saw each of the girls clinging to his side like a baby. After Jackie called at midnight to confirm they'd be keeping her overnight, both had insisted on sharing with him. Well, who was he to say no? At about two o'clock he'd awoken to find Charlotte stroking his penis that stretched half-cocked on his belly. "Do to me what you did to Tiffany," she whispered through sad-looking yet lustful eyes.

Though Joel hated to take advantage of a young girl in a heightened state of grief, he put his principles aside to bang her senseless. The resultant commotion woke Tiffany and soon Joel had two horny, emotional sisters vying for his attention. It was gone four before they'd drained the last of his seed.

As he climbed from bed, careful not to wake the girls, Joel's groin was killing and he was walking like John Wayne. After a long pee, he limped downstairs. Now the ordeal was over, he could clear the stack of messages from the answerphone.

Contrary to his fear, they were from family and friends, one message from his mum, another from his dad, and even his brother Pete. A few other acquaintances enquired of his whereabouts. The last message was fresh, left last night at five thirty. "Hi Joel, it's, um, it's Natalie. Look, sorry for bothering you, but I, um, I really enjoyed what happened this morning. I wondered if you'd, um, like to come round again sometime when Pete's out. Call me."

Joel raised his eyebrows, startling as the letterbox rattled. It was going to take some time to put yesterday out of his mind. Too early for the mail, there was a folded-up handwritten note on the mat. It read: 'Dear Joel, thank you so much for yesterday, you really brought out the slut in me. I'm longing for a repeat. Please don't make me wait, Cathy.'

He blew hard, his attention drawn by giggly girlish voices upstairs. Gawd, he was a father figure now to boot. Joel didn't know which way to turn. Life was never going to be the same again. Perhaps he ought just to take the thirty grand and get out of London.