Robert slowly walked to the VCR, his hands trembled as he put the tape in. Lisa hadn't even fought him, or tried to find out what was going on when she dropped off the tape. She looked like a ghost, and was clearly not herself. She'd called him early, the panic was obvious in her voice. She'd found the package on her kitchen counter with a note attached telling her to give it to him immediately. Robert tried not to think about the reality of what had happened. How had they known where she lived? And worse yet, that they'd broke in, while she'd been there. He knew he should have warned her more, but he had stopped thinking clearly days ago.

The screen was covered in snow when he pushed in the tape, for a second he thought it was blank, then it snapped to life. Rod sat in a chair in front of a gray wall.

"Robert, Robert, Buddy, God, I'm so disappointed in you. That even a scumbag like you could let me treat your girls like this. After all the fun we've had these past few days, I would have thought it would have driven a great businessman like you to find some of the money lying around." Rod shook his head in disappointment. "Just think, only one of your girls has any of her openings left untouched still. I really thought our display with Jamie would have been enough, but I guess not?" Rod grinned into the camera.

"Well Robert, I guess we're going to have to start with the real stuff, just to prove to you that we're in a very serious game right now." Rod stood and walked back to the familiar area of the warehouse. Robert's three daughters were in a row, each was wearing impossibly high heels, and were naked. They were bent at the waist with their wrists pulled up high behind their backs and chained above. Their breasts quivered as they stared straight ahead trying to maintain their balance on the heels. Susan's breasts heaved the most, while Melissa's small buds remained for the most part still. Each girl had a bit gag inserted in their mouths. The straps passed over their faces and meet at the forehead. It almost made them look inhuman. Robert heard them moaning as their legs wobbled. He could see the lines of drool that fell to the floor beneath their mouths.

"Ah, our three pretty young things, unfortunately they're not in action today. Oh, I know, you're disappointed, but they are observers in tonight performance, just like you." The camera moved to the left and Robert saw his wife's still lovely body come into the picture. She was bent back over a small platform. It was only about 24" off the ground. Her legs were pulled back under her body, as were her arms, they were all tied together underneath the platform. Her head hung free over one end. Her mouth was filled with a large piece of white cloth.

"You're beautiful wife Robert," Rod held his hand out in a mock display, "she will be the center of attention for tonight's festivities. If you've noticed, her breasts are starting to return to a more normal shade." Robert heard his wife scream as Rod flicked her nipple with his finger.

"Oh, we don't need this." Rod reached down and pulled the cloth from her mouth. It seemed to keep coming, like a magic trick. Rod pulled more and more cloth from her mouth till it finally stopped. She coughed and spurted for a moment, then began screaming and begging.

"Please, stop, you can't do this, please-"

"Shhh girl." Rod covered her mouth with his hand. She went quiet, but her eyes still showed the fear.

"I must confess Robert, we told your girls what the plan was already, and I guess your lovely wife just doesn't much want to play along. Oh well, too bad, she knew the rules, just like you did, but I suppose I should let you in on our plan. I do so think you'll enjoy it!" Rod reached above Karen. Robert could see her shake as Rod pulled down what looked like wires, they were connected together at the end, but seemed to pull in from all four directions.

The camera moved in closer on Rod while keeping Karen's horrified face in the view.

"You see, we've decided to go fishing." Rod held up one of the end of a wire to the camera. Robert recognized it as a fish hook, a large barbed fish hook. It must have been 2" long, and Robert could make out multiple barbs that went against the shape of the hook to keep it embedded in the fish after it was snagged.

"We've decided to have a monumental circle jerk Buddy, but we didn't want your wife to close her mouth on us. We want her to swallow all our sperm. After all, she needs her nutrition, without your, oops, I mean my money, we can't afford to feed them much," the camera quickly showed Robert's bent over daughters. Their bodies shook under the strain, tears and drool ran down their faces. The camera quickly moved back to Robert's wife. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face looked haggard.

"And gags, ring gags, or dental dams, oh, I suppose we could use them, but they're so intrusive, and don't allow for a wide hole to shot your load in, but hooks, they can be attached without taking up much space at all, and they can spread those lips wide and make for a perfect target." Rod's smile was like a horrible apparition. "Yeah, I'm sure you're asking about the drawbacks, you're right, there are those nasty scars when you pull the barbs back out, and then there is the blood, but really, it is that much to ask when compared to a scar like this." Rod touched the metal of the fish hook to the grotesque slash on his neck.

"No, I didn't think so. I think we're about ready to get started, you're daughters look ready for the show," The camera moved to show the terrified faces of the young girls again. It zoomed in on Melissa's leg and the stream of liquid that ran down the inside of her thigh. Rod roared in laughter off screen.

"She's so excited Buddy she peed her pants, well, that is, if she was wearing pants. That's a nice shot, unplanned, but a nice shot nonetheless. What do you say, shall we get started?" Rod held the hooks in his hand. He pulled one down to Karen's mouth.

"Now hold still my dear, I must put in all four before we tighten them up, otherwise the uneven strain, it would rip right through your lip, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" The camera caught her nod and the tears that streamed down her cheek, it was obvious to Robert that she'd already been severely threatened.

"This might sting a little." Rod mocked her as her as he pulled the wire toward her mouth. She tried to twist away, infuriating him instantly. Rod snapped his finger and the camera turned to show one of the bikers walking toward Susan. At first it was hard to tell what he held, only the flash of metal was visible in his hand, but Robert's wife knew. Susan's agonized screams filled the room and came blasting through the TV. Robert was able to make out the pliers that the biker squeezed down on Susan's nipple and twisted. As the camera showed Jamie and Melissa, Robert could see the abject horror in their faces as they watched the pliers rip at Susan's flesh.

Rod snapped his fingers again and the man let go of Susan's tortured breast.

"Shall we try that again my dear?" Susan's sobs filled the room and Robert's wife slowly nodded her head yes.

"Good, now hold still." Rod reached for Karen's mouth and pulled her lower lip out. Pinching the skin between his fingers he pressed the hook through the inside of her lip. The camera focused in as the sharp point of the hook broke through Karen's flesh. Her screams were unbearable. After the hook was through Rod let go of Karen's skin and let the wire dangle from the newly impaled hook.

"One down." The blood ran down Karen's cheek and inside her mouth. Rod grabbed for the other side of her lower lip and quickly pierced the skin with another hook. The pair of wires hung loose from her bleeding gums.

"Only two more to go my dear, isn't this fun?" The camera showed the three young girls trembling in fear, their breasts shook wildly as they could barely remain standing. Susan's nipple was scared red from the pliers.

Rod grabbed for Karen's upper lip next. Her screams came with less vigor as the pain overwhelmed her.

After the next two hooks had been embedded Rod stood back. The wires dangled loosely from above. He snapped his finger and a small hum could be heard in the background. The slack in the wires went away and the wires went taut. As the tension increased, Karen's lips were pulled out in all four directions. A scream again came from her mouth, it was more hollow, and unfocused as her lips were pulled wide. The blood streaked down from the four new wounds in her mouth. When her lips were expanded to a grotesque width, the motor finally stopped. Robert felt his stomach churn as he looked on his wife's distorted face.

Rod stepped back in front of the camera.

"God, isn't that beautiful Bob" The muscles in Karen's neck were corded, and bulging, as she tried to hold her head up, trying to relieve the tension on the wires.

"Shall we get started Buddy?" Rod dropped his pants and revealed his massive cock already hard. "I'll go first." The rhythmic slapping of flesh rose on the video as Rod began beating himself off. He moved close to Karen's face, her eyes grew wide as she tried to hold still and deal with the inevitable.

Rod moved his member closer to Karen's face, his hand moved up and down over his shaft quickly till he let out a monumental groan of pleasure. The camera caught his spurting cum explode from his prick and shoot over Karen's face. She instinctively recoiled when the warm goo hit her, forgetting about the hooks buried in her mouth.

Rod was right on target, most of his load found the huge hole Karen's lips made. Some struck her cheek before dripping into her gaping mouth. As he moaned in pleasure, still gently caressing his prick, Rod knelt down and fingered the sex of the tortured woman, Robert could hear her moan, he didn't know if it was in pleasure, or pure humiliation.

Rod lifted his pants off the floor and walked to where Melissa was bent over at the waist, her wrists pulled high in the air, she tried to jerk away as he squeezed her breast.

"Well Bob, sit back and enjoy the show, I'll make sure nobody touches your little girl, yet!" The camera moved to show the men surrounding Karen. The sound of hands on cocks filled the room. The rhythmic sound of flesh was only interrupted by grunts of pleasure as one man after another spent themselves on Karen's face. In no time her gorgeous features were covered, her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, her hair, they were all covered with sticky white sperm. But it was her mouth that received the majority of the biker's cum. Her grotesquely distorted lips allowed ample area for the men to aim at. Karen's throat convulsed as she tried to swallow it all as it pooled in her mouth. She had no other choice, either swallow or choke.

Robert's daughters looked on in horror. Their mother could barely hold up her head and the hooks tugged violently on her stretched skin. Tears streamed down the girls' faces as they looked on the horrible display before them.

After an hour Robert didn't think he could take any more. Most of the biker's passions had been sated, sometimes on more than one occasion. Carol was dragged on stage and was forced to give hand jobs to some of the men to bring them off. As soon as she brought off one man, aiming the vile member at Karen's face with her hands, another man stepped up. Her body was doused with shots that had missed their mark. Her beautiful blond hair was specked with globs of cum, but it was nothing like Robert's wife. Karen's face was covered, huge pools formed in her eye sockets. Her mouth was filled with sperm, it was clearly visible on camera. Her stomach convulsed and forced cum to bubble down her cheeks and up through her nose. One of the hooks had ripped free because she could no longer support the weight of her own head. Her daughters screamed as the blood oozed from the open wound.

Rod appeared on camera again as the line of men slowed to a trickle.

"Bob, think that's enough? I'm feeling generous, and I think she's been a good trooper." Rod took a bucket of cold water and poured it over Karen's head. It both cleaned some of the collected sperm, and also revived her to the pain in her lips. The tension in the wires started being released as Robert could hear the quiet hum in the background, and Karen's head slung lower and lower. She had been unable to hold her head up for sometime, the remaining hooks had bore the weight and forced the barbs deeper in her lips.

Rod pulled a chair up to the tortured woman and sat down. He took her head in his lap. In his hand he held a large pair of pliers, grabbing the top end of one of the hooks with the tool he began pulling the barbs back through the wound. Karen let out a wretched scream as the sharp points were pulled against her flesh. She passed out as the first hook was pulled free.

Without words Rod directed one of the other bikers to bring him smelling salts. Karen came to with her eyes gaping. Her cheek twitched as she started screaming again.

Karen's eyes were glazed over when Rod was through pulling the last two hooks through her lips. She'd been revived 3 more times in the process. The screen went blank. Robert barely made it to the bathroom in time.