"Nooo!" she cried out. "Oooohhh nooo!"
"You must be getting pretty anxious to be fucked by now, Mrs. Cassidy!"
Frank declared.
"No… nooooo!" she groaned piteously.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact Mr. Franks did leave a number for Mrs.Cassidy to call."
Jennie, Sylvie's secretary was anxious to help Ron Cassidy and Miss Pickering, and she could see that they were tense with worry about something they would not tell her. She refrained from making any comment, however, and began to look for the number.
"Let me see now… where could I have put it?" she said aloud.
"Hurry! Please hurry!" Arlene cried. Who knew what Sylvie was going through right Ron stood tight-lipped as Jennie finally unearthed a phone number. He got out his phone book and withdrew a punch card from it which he inserted in Jennie's desk phone and listened impatiently as the numbers were registered and the call went through.
"Dawson? This is Ron Cassidy. We need the address that goes with this phone number…"
Arlene listened anxiously as Ron spoke to his contact at the phone company. She knew that within a few minutes they would be on their way again to find her cousin Sylvie.
"Where do you want it first… in the front or in the back? Or both at once?" Frank asked lewdly, his face a contorted mask of desire. He felt his own cock bursting hotly against his pants, but he intended to have that pleasure later… only after he had watched the little performance he had planned for so long. He was delighted as Sylvie Cassidy cringed at the ugliness of his words, and his eyes swept over the smooth golden beauty of her nakedness. Suddenly inspired, he held the strange object that he had created by the center piece, the handle in the form of hanging testicles, and fitted the tip of each fake cock respectively to the contours of Sylvie's tiny pink vagina and her puckered anus. He thrust upward with a hard lunge. Since she was standing slightly above him on the wooden platform, it was a fairly easy matter to make both phalluses enter the tightly contracted orifices of the frightened blonde senator's wife. It meant that the twin dildos were bent together, the thick rubber tubing inside giving, but providing an elasticity to the organ that assured a tension between the two probing instruments… the one rising slowly up into Sylvie's tightly resisting anal passage, and the other larger one pressing upward into her defenselessly open pussy.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sylvie cried out as she felt the harsh entry of the two hard rubber cocks in the burning channel of her rectum and the wet narrowness of her hair-fringed pussy. She could feel the thick tips, so life-like in their construction, pushing upward within her, each rising in a separate orifice but both close together in her defenselessly suspended body. The pain and horror of it almost made her faint, and she hung limply, her hands held tightly by their unyielding manacles. Her legs and thighs trembled as she felt herself totally stuffed by the obscene device, and she began to scream wildly, pleading with the former valet to stop.
But Frank began to make sharp upward thrusts into the slippery passages, holding firmly to the middle section of the double-headed dildo.
"Nnnnghhh!" he grunted as he thrust harder and harder, sending the speeding hard cocks higher and higher up into Sylvie's tortured young cunt and anus. Sylvie began to hop up and down, somehow realizing the ludicrous way she must look, but uncaring as she attempted to ease the awful burning pain of the two thudding phalluses that filled her, fitting so tightly into each of her orifices that she feared they might become stuck in there and never come out again. But Frank was able to withdraw them and push them back in, though it caused him some effort.
He was easily able to see the two long cocks entering and exiting between the nakedly jiggling flesh of Sylvie's soft full thighs and her cushiony buttocks. He grunted with pleasure at each thrust, and thought of his many years of service with the Cassidy family.
He had often dreamed of doing something like this to Mrs. Thelma Cassidy, Sylvie's mother-in-law, years ago when he had been a young man and Mrs. Cassidy a comely young woman who often allowed him glimpses of her in her flowing silk nightgown. Oh yes, he had known then of her many lovers, although Jenson Cassidy never suspected a thing. And more than once Frank had watched as Thelma Cassidy, thinking she was alone, spread her long shapely legs for some gallant young visitor, clasping his thrusting form to the moist tender split of her naked pussy.
Oh, there were many things he had seen, and he had entered them all in the book. But only one person had been gracious enough to invite him to participate in the Cassidy shenanigans, and that was Sylvie Cassidy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cassidy!" he said out loud now, looking up at the moaning young woman's defenselessly spread thighs and buttocks.
Sylvie jerked forward. It felt as if her loins were being rent in two.
The big thick shaft of the dildo still churned in her aching vagina, and its unwanted elongated twin ground ceaselessly upward into her lewdly impaled rectum. Somewhere inside the two blunt-edged rods of simulated male flesh were rubbing against each other, separated at the tip only by the thin partition of tight elastic flesh dividing her filled and tingling cunt and her burning anal entrance. She groaned in anguish, pulling hard against her shackles. She had never in her life felt anything remotely resembling this incredible dual ravishment. She was impaled brutally from both sides, and there was no escape from the excruciating torture.
Both the delicate feminine openings up between her thighs and buttocks were being unmercifully assaulted. She could feel her clitoris being pulled downward along with the other moist tissues of her slippery pussy with each upward thrust of the thick rubber dildoe into her cringing vagina. Giant waves of pain vibrated through every fiber of her cruelly skewered body as the synthetic penis ground deeper and deeper up into her unwilling flesh.
"Yes… do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" Frank called up to her. The harder the struggling blonde wife's rectum tried to expel the gilded rubber cock, the harder he surged it up into her straining nether opening. The feeling in his own lust-swollen penis was incredible, and he gasped with sadistic pleasure, grinning widely to himself as he heard his former employer's wife groan with pain. It was what she deserved, he thought darkly. What they all deserved! To be defiled, fucked senseless by two good hard cocks!
The angelic pink and white exterior of Sylvie Cassidy was nothing but a front. Inside she was just like the rest of them… a rotten little tramp!
With long smooth strokes, he lunged the full length of his depraved invention in a punishing rhythm of debauchery far up into Sylvie's nakedly trapped back passage and into her streaming vagina, while above him Sylvie was forced to listen to the continuing sounds of pleasure emanating from the tape of her lewd submission to her ruthless young brother-in-law's hard male cock!
Her pain had now become a blinding force inside her, and her helpless body felt like an indecent object meant solely for the kind of hideous humiliation she was enduring right now. Never had she thought that she must pay not only for her own sins, but for the sins of an the Cassidys!
She only prayed that she would have the strength to endure it to the end… to emerge a semblance of her former self… that smiling cover-girl who was so admired by the inhabitants of the country and the world! It would have to end soon… it just had to! She sensed that she was prolonging her own torture by fighting it… that Frank was waiting for some sign of her submission before he would stop!