Family Takedown 18

'This might be bad,' the disturbed mother worried, disconcertedly assuming her unsophisticated oldest daughter's untried anal orifice was on the menu for the evening.

In a bizarre truth, the wise mother realized her wicked son was actually doing Allison a favor by applying the sex toy first, breaking her in mildly before she undoubtedly received the much larger and more difficult to accommodate cock of her well-hung brother, or worse, her grandfather's frighteningly thick shaft in her unspoiled back door.

"Do what he says, sweetheart," Kate chimed in knowingly, understanding David's nefarious intent, while also recognizing her only son wouldn't actually hurt his big sister, at least she hoped. "It's better this way."

Kate had experienced the business end of David's meaty pole in her tight asshole more than once and knew she was right about the need to ease her wary daughter's path to such defilement. Taking David in the ass was always a tremendous strain, causing her teeth to clench and eyes to water, at least until she adjusted to the broad stanchion filling her dark forbidden channel.

Secretly, she wished her cold-hearted son had been kind enough to stretch her own elastic sphincter before summarily plowing his immense cock into her yielding anal canal, but perhaps he thought she'd engaged in such activities with June so it wasn't necessary, which simply wasn't the case.

Krissy watched with astonishment, awed by the power and control her authoritative nephew exercised over his older sister, and even his own mother. Her jaw hung slack with her bewilderment, submissively sensing it was not her place to intervene in the dramatic introduction of the oddly tapered phallus into the night's sordid activities.

"Grandpa, I don't think Allison needs those panties anymore," David suggested once Allison had reluctantly dropped her torso over the old man's lap to prop her gloriously plump derrière directly before his wide eyes.

'RRRIPP,' the silky material was torn asunder almost immediately as Sam didn't bother to respectfully pull the tiny thong from his prone granddaughter's broad hips, but instead merely yanked them easily from her body.

"Shit, grandpa," the surprised wrestler gasped at the tough ex-soldier's aggressiveness. "That's some high-end lingerie."

"I'll buy her another pair," Sam answered unconcerned at the expense.

The lecherous ex-soldier was focused entirely on the bright teen girl's lovely pale cheeks set shamefully before his eyes, now squirming delightfully with her distress, while her lily-white thighs inadvertently parted just enough to grant a quick peek at the hairless pink slit indiscreetly exposed between her legs.

"Okay, your money," David conceded, then proceeded with the next important step in Allison's final transformation into a compliant sex kitten for the evening.

"David, what are you going to do?" Allison frowned, still naively uncertain as to his intent and feeling a surge of fear with that lack of understanding.

"Be quiet and don't resist, Allie," the purposeful young man snapped back, running a generous amount of lubrication along the length of the stainless-steel device as he spoke. "Grandpa, brace your arm against her back. She's wiggling around an awful lot."

Krissy stared at the proceeding with a mix of horror and fascination, remaining unmoving and simply watching the unbelievable spectacle of a brother dominating his big sister, and of her own loving but apparently debauched father unreservedly aiding his grandson's degenerate plan.

"Just relax, honey," Kate offered her anxious daughter hopefully. "Everything will be fine. I promise."

"Do as mom says, Allie," David agreed, slipping a dab of the oily emollient into the dark crevice of his agitated sister's ass to apply a blob to the crinkled button of her anus, then dipping in ever so slightly to smear it past the tense ring.

"Wait? What?" Allison jerked momentarily against the strong arm of her grandfather, who gazed in a trance at the miraculous transition of his oldest granddaughter from brainy, big-titted geek to slutty sex kitten under the demanding weal of her younger brother. "Not there! In my pussy, not there!"

The inexperienced girl only now realized what her amoral brother planned to do with the chrome-plated phallus, and exactly where he would put it.

"Please David! No, I mean it," Allison yelped as she instantly struggled on Sam's lap to escape the dire fate.

Only her muscular grandfather's powerful arm held her steady when Allison felt the cool tip of the toy placed against her tightly clenching sphincter to apply the mildest pressure in seeking entrance to the previously untrodden channel.

"Ohhhhh! Ohh, nooooo! Please?" the hapless lass protested as the pressure stayed constant and the walls of her constricted passage relented just a little under the continuous force combined with the slippery oil in what would become a losing battle to keep the invader out.

"Don't fight it, Allison," David insisted, maintaining his effort while manipulating the burrowing head to allow the lubricant to do its job so more of the steely plug slid past the restricted gates of her anus. "It only makes it harder."

"Unnngh, oh, it's stretching me," Allison complained when the first two inches had breached her gripping asshole.

David ignored her pleas, knowing the fake phallus wasn't really that extreme - a beginner model no more than the width of the average man's cock shaft at its widest, and designed for just this type of use on an untested bunghole. Pressing forward, another inch of shiny metal pushed into Allison to her discomfort and Krissy's amazement.

"Aggghh, David, you're killing me!" the humbled coed exaggerated, feeling her snug orifice widen to inhospitably accept the intruder further as another inch found its way into the dank lair.

"Calm down, sweetie," Kate urged in her concern, knowing the hardest inch was yet to come, but assuring her anguished girl she was almost there. "It'll be over soon."

The next inch actually did include the greatest width and would stress Allison's tender asshole more than any other, but David was undeterred by his sister's shrill cries of pain.

"AHHHHH, PLEASE STOP!" Allison shrieked as the most trying inch of steel split her anus in a way she never imagined, before her maxed-out sphincter suddenly collapsed upon itself with the unexpected narrowing of the dreadful pole's final insertion.

The brilliant, compromised and misused teen's anal ring had immediately closed with the lessening of the butt plug's width when it grew suddenly narrow again, reducing the tension on the pliable orifice, but also locking the nasty toy in place - immovable without assistance and creating a distension within her bowel she could barely tolerate.

"Oh, David, why? I'm so, unh, full," she protested, shaking her broad ass helplessly in an attempt to dislodge the beast, but unable to remove the terrible instrument.

"Time for the final accessory," her remorseless brother pronounced, giving a wink to his gramps, who sank further into debauchery, his compassion giving way to lust over the unlikely form of his nearly-nude granddaughter strewn upon his lap.

Reaching once more into the black bag as Sam held the resistant college girl in place, David retrieved a 15" long soft black furry kitty tail with a small metal prong. With a simple 'click,' the steel protrusion was affixed into the accommodating slot in the center of the base of the plug and Allison's conversion to sex kitten was complete.

"Meooow," the dastardly youth mimicked a kitten, and Grandpa Sam smiled at his ingenuity.

"Now you're a legitimate pussy," her unconscionable brother joked, emphasizing Allison's humiliating persona for the evening as she stood on wobbly legs with a bloated feeling up her ass and a furry black tail hanging from her marvelous behind.

Allison was distraught.

"Dear lord, a tail?" the crushed coed sobbed emphatically.

This playful costume was diametrically opposed to the very reserved, academic image on which she prided herself. She was smart, confident, and a thinker. She wasn't sexy in the least. Now, her little brother had within minutes converted her into the ultimate sex kitten - half-naked and built to be fucked.

As his older sister wallowed in her misery, David reached into the bag to pull from it another demeaning adornment - the black leather sleeve he'd used to bind Kate's arms several times during unrighteous sex play.

"Your turn, Krissy," the unrestrained nephew advised. "Come here my sexy aunt."

Kate's eyes shot wide at the premeditated introduction of the binding garment.

The protective big sister understood all too well the outrageous effect the leather sleeves would have on her well-built sister's remarkable tits. She also knew that while her gymnastically-trained body was suited to handle the contorted position it would force, her less athletically-inclined sister's limbs would have difficulty enduring the stress.

More disturbingly, while Kate realized Krissy would ultimately adjust to the physical restraint, it was the dramatic emotional trauma resulting from the tangible representation of her demeaning new servitude that would generate the biggest blow to her gentle sister's self-respect and dignity.

Naturally reluctant, Krissy tread slowly to David with her half-nude body only a foot from her leering father, turning to face the curious old man with her enormous chest rising and falling due to her discomfort. She grew increasingly disquieted by the hungry look in his eyes.

"Hands behind your back," David ordered seriously. "Grip your fingers together."

Anxious but obedient to a fault in her tormented state, the tremoring divorcee did as told, grasping her fingers together to immediately sense their capture in the welded glove of the leather, joining them together immovably. Without compunction, her strong nephew next laced the strings through the series of eyelets up the length of her forearms.

"Owwhhh, that's painful," Krissy complained as loop by loop he worked his way up her straining arms, tightening the strings to gradually draw her slender forearms together.

"Oh, be quiet. You'll get used to it," the strong youth chastised dismissively as he finally reached her elbows, leaving her forearms touching up their length. "Just another few loops."

The two eyelets just above the elbows couldn't quite bring her upper arms fully together, but they had the desired effect of retracting her shoulders another inch or so to the wary woman's utter distress.

"Awwwnnh, it's uncomfortable, David," she protested earnestly, now unable to do anything with her arms restrained behind her back.

"It'll get better, sweetheart," Kate interjected reassuringly, knowing from experience the initial discomfort would ultimately dissipate as her sister's limbs stretched and grew looser.

"Yeah, besides the view is spectacular," David enthused, admiring his handiwork and turning his big-titted aunt in profile to their wide-eyed grandfather. "Don't you think, grandpa?"

"Oh, holy shit," the old coot couldn't help but gawk at the vision presented for his approval.

Krissy's arms were completely pulled back to the elbows and immobilized by the black leather sleeve. The severity of the firmly-tied sheath subsequently drew her broad shoulders behind her as well. It felt to the hamstrung woman as if her shoulder blades could touch, although in truth they weren't that close.

In her uncomfortable position, the sleeve forced the misused woman's immense breasts to thrust forward and out to be placed undeniably on display beneath the scant t-shirt to her family's eyes.

"Damn, Kristy, err, Krissy, those tits are unbelievable!" Sam gasped with unsympathetic crudeness, adopting her playful name fully and unable to control his demented emotions at the sight of his uptight daughter's incredible jugs.

The brief hem of her shirt barely containing the impressive breasts was forced further up her chest - only saved from revealing Krissy's rose-pink nipples by the fact her mortification had drawn them into rigid nubs protruding enough to hold the cotton in place and preserve what little modesty she had left.

"Fuck, Aunt Krissy, those whoppers may be as big as Allie's huge melons," David coarsely exclaimed, awestruck in ogling the prodigious globes as they shimmied lightly with her nervousness.

For the unfortunate, big-titted aunt and daughter, the embarrassment of her giant tits jutting forth so prominently was nearly as painful as the binding arm sleeve. Always self-conscious about the sheer size of her chest, she simply couldn't fathom the lewd picture she presented in silhouette to the leers of her insensitive nephew and lustful father.

"Ouch," Krissy cried when David suddenly tweaked her right nipple through the cloth, sending her torso gyrating and her huge boobs along with it.

"Ha, ha," her shithead nephew laughed aloud at her jerking reaction. "Look at those babies bounce, grandpa."

"Damn you, David," the distraught divorcee sobbed. "It's not funny."

"But it is, Krissy," Sam disgracefully chimed in his approval. "You should see those big girls shake."

Kristina was devastated by the remark.

'I thought my father respected me,' she bemoaned internally, 'but he only respects my body. I'm just a big set of tits to the old bastard.'

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Aunt Kristina," Allison sighed only a few feet to the left of the suffering woman, standing on unsteady legs as she witnessed her cherished aunt's disparagement at the hands of her brother and grandfather.

"It'll be okay," Kate whispered in her disheartened daughter's ear to ease the extreme emotions flooding her mind at the obscene spectacle. "They're just having a little fun. Nothing bad will happen. Really."

David caught his mother's eyes filled with concern but continued undeterred to the final device of the evening, also intended for his diminished Aunt Krissy. Reaching behind the sofa, the crafty youth retrieved a metal spreader bar with leather straps on each end.

"It wouldn't fit in the bag," he explained nonchalantly.

"What's that for?" Krissy questioned, but Kate already had a good idea of her son's plan.

"Grandpa, can you do me a favor and take off your little girl's panties?" David politely asked as if such a bold move was an everyday task for the old guy. "She won't be needing them again tonight."

"What? Why?" the bedeviled divorcee cried.

"You heard the man, young lady," Sam jumped in happily, assuming his parental role in a most obscene manner. "You won't be needing them."

Allison grimaced with sympathy for her beleaguered aunt, but her corrupted mother, now as much a tool of David's demeaning plans as she was a victim, sensed a warm rush of arousal at her little sister's situation, with a trace of moisture soiling the crotch of her skintight bodysuit.

'Damn that boy,' Kate chastised her son and herself, 'he's got me so I get turned on as he degrades my own sister.'

"Daddy? Really?" Krissy complained like a petulant child, crestfallen by her beloved father's moral collapse and despairing her submission, but more afraid to refuse.

"These go. Rules of the house, as set by David," her stern father announced.

Sam was now fully sold on his inventive grandson's control and more than happy to go with the flow of the young despot's plans. Gripping the much-too-small panties at the hips, he tugged the scant fabric down her legs in a less aggressive manner than he had stripped his granddaughter of her practically non-existent thong.

"Look, we have another pussy!" David chuckled at his own stupid joke.

Standing before him in his easy chair, Sam's youngest daughter's recently denuded twat was front and center for his view.

"Oh dear lord," Krissy sobbed, truly mortified at the picture she presented.

The vulnerable youngest daughter had forced her legs together in a defensive posture once her panties came off, but with all her hairs removed she couldn't obscure the curve of her rounded pussy mound, graced by a delicate pink slit sealed but dewy with the mist of her own unwanted arousal.

"That's not gonna do, Krissy," David scolded with a resonant voice inflected with power to enforce his command.

'Smack'

The intent wrestler summarily laid a solid but not overly vicious slap on the plump pale cheek of his servile aunt's exposed ass, simply to send a message he was serious.

"Yikes!" she squealed reflexively to the chastising blow.

"Spread 'em, girl," he ordered irreverently. "Let daddy see his little girl's most cherished gift."

Meekly, Krissy looked at her father with tears in her pretty eyes, intimidated into obedience, but sad at the countenance of the seemingly unfamiliar man who had raised her and cared for her now after her tragic divorce. Sam never met her eyes, his gaze firmly fixed on his 36-year-old daughter's tantalizing snatch.

With resignation, Krissy nervously shifted one foot and then the other, opening her thighs to invite further inspection of her forbidden cunt, which her pleased father promptly undertook with a contentment he hadn't felt since Maggie's death.

"Ohhh, huh?" the compromised divorcee blurted weakly upon feeling a leather strap wrapped just above her right knee.

"There we go," David applauded himself.

His demand for his reluctant aunt to expose her precious vagina to her father was less for Sam's benefit, although he benefitted greatly admiring her ruffled labia and bare mound closely, and really just intended to allow him to affix the first leather band of the spreader bar.

"What? What are you doing?" Krissy bleated with confusion.

"Making you Krissy, of course," the shallow youth answered cryptically, hoping not to provoke his reluctantly cooperative aunt to rebellion.

"What? I don't understand," she fired back almost immediately.

"Krissy is fun-loving and free - not like boring Kristina," David reiterated his message about the 'new woman' he expected his voluptuous aunt to become.

"Tonight, you're 'Krissy, Bondage Slut,'" he proudly proclaimed while strapping the second band to her other knee, and in doing so forcing her legs apart in a manner making walking very difficult.

Kristina Donovan was quite a sight - rendered completely exposed and absolutely helpless. The physically soft woman could still bend at the knees, but her legs were spread beyond shoulder-width by the awful bar and her arms were restrained in the binding sleeve.

Kate studied her sister's assailable position and to her shame the warmth within her body spread. She couldn't help but admire her nefarious son's creative impulse as he entrapped her little sister into ever more deviant sexual servitude.

Allison, tremoring at the depth of her brother's degeneracy and saddened by her grandfather's diminishment in her eyes, only stared, stoically witness to her sweet aunt's descent while looking sexy as hell in her scandalous sex kitten regalia.

"Not a bad look for our little 'Cock Tease,' huh, gramps?" David remarked rhetorically, nodding to the old man in a knowing wink signaling his meaning. "Just one last thing, but I think you should do the honors, grandpa."

Standing to face his bound daughter, Sam looked into her eyes with the same strength and power he had when she was a child and he was everything in her eyes.

"C'mon, Krissy, let's see what a big girl you've truly become," he offered with genuine appreciation, grasping the taut fabric stretched across her giant tits to lift over her head, resting it behind her neck to leave the glorious jugs invitingly exposed.

"Oh, daddy," the poor woman whined as she found herself entirely at the mercy of her depraved father, with nothing left to hide and even her most precious private parts available for his proscribed use.