Chapter 19 "Matt's BJ."

Melissa pulled some more washing from the washing machine and dropped it into the basket that Sharon was holding. They both went outside and pegged it out. Dave came out a few minutes later and sat down beside his wife. He offered her the drink and she took it with a smile. They watched their daughters.

Ann leaned her head towards her hubby. "They've turned out very well."

"Mmm, they have haven't they?. When do you want to do it?"

"Tonight. I think tonight is a good night to have a child."

"Okay." Dave drunk some more of his ice tea. He looked over towards the fence. "How long has Matt Basket been watching the girls?"

"For a little while now. I think he's wanking. Bit of a waste don't ya think?"

"Mmm . hang on." Dave stood up and walked over to the fence. Matt hadn't seen him until he was only a few metres away.

"Don't move." Dave said. Melissa and Sharon stopped what they were doing and turned to watch. Matt blushed.

Dave looked over the fence and Ann was right, Matt had been wanking. "Bit of a waste don't you think Matt? . Get over here."

Matt hesitated but then climbed over the fence. He dropped lightly onto the other side. Dave looked him up and down. Then he leaned forward and whispered into Matt's ear. "Which one do you want?"

"Want Sir?" Matt whispered back.

Dave sighed. He often wondered about the mentality of the Basket Family. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Which one of my daughters do you want to blow you?"

Matt answered within seconds, "Sharon . please Sir."

Dave turned to the girls, "Sharon get over here, Melissa . get back to work."

Sharon arrived beside her father. She was just wearing normal jeans and a dark red T-shirt. Matt noticed she didn't have a bra on as her nipples were standing erect through the material. Sharon looked down towards Matt's pants. Only then did Matt realize he still had his cock hanging out. Once again his face started blushing.

Dave rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. "Sharon, give him a blow job. Honestly, I don't know what you see in him." Dave went to sit beside Ann.

Sharon dropped her to knees and helped Matt's member out. She had difficulty so she unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Matt's cock wasn't long but it thickened quickly to Sharon's touch. She licked the tip with her tongue and looked up into Matt's eyes. He stared down at her as though he was puzzled.

She took his cock into her mouth and began to work it. She heard Dave yell out '15 minutes' and realize that she had to make Matt wait for quarter of an hour. He didn't even last 15 seconds before he came all over her mouth and face.

Sharon got to her feet wiping cum off her lips and walked over to her father. "Daddy please, that wasn't my doing."

"I know sweetie, but I wanted 15 minutes. I'll met you and your sister down in the basement in 5 minutes. Go."

Dave watched his daughters go into the house. He stood up, "Ann, would you mind going into the house? Thanks dear."

Dave walked over to Matt. He was still standing there watching what had been going on. Dave stood before him then before Matt could stop him he reached down and grabbed Matt's cock and pulled it upwards. Matt tried to keep his balance and threw his hands onto Dave's shoulders.

"Hands off! Now!" Dave ordered. Matt did as he was told.

"You spend all fucking day in front of your TV, don't you? If you want to play with my daughters you will start exercising and doing weights. I want you to be running and skipping everyday. This will help you take control of your cuming. Now get out of here and don't even think of returning until you can last for 15 god-damn minutes without cuming."

He gave Matt's penis another yank and then released it. Matt quickly scampered over the fence. Dave watched him go and then absence mindedly wiped his hand on his trousers. 'Bugger' he thought, 'the girls will have to wash these too.'



Ivy enjoyed her showers. She loved them so much she had about three a day. She soaped her body down and then rinsed before turning off the water. She toweled up and then put her work clothes back on. John had informed her that they wanted Janice alive even though she was officially dead. 'Oh well.' Ivy thought. She decided she was going to give Janice such a hard time until the end of next week. She looked at the clock and saw it was 10 minutes before school ended. She walked off to give Janice her final treatment for the day.

Janice's back was killing her. She was in one of the old medieval stocks which they use to throw cabbages and rotten vegetables at in the old days. The only problem was that her feet were in a five foot spreader bar and 70kg weight was lumped on her back. Ivy had told her if it fell off she'd pay dearly. Janice had tried to dislodge it on several occasions but it held fast.

Suddenly the weight fell off and landed with a thud on the floor. Janice tried to look and who released the weight but couldn't see around the stocks. She felt three stings across the back of her thighs. Ivy walked around in front of her holding a horse whip.

"Afternoon slut, I'm here to get you ready for bed." Ivy remarked while she undid the locks to the stocks. Janice stood up and soothed her aching back. She turned to see two porters behind her. They picked her up and carried her to a sloping beam. The spreader bar was removed and Ivy attached a waist belt. She then put cuffs on Janice's elbows. They had little ringlets on them which tied them to her waist belt.

One of the porters nodded to the other and they picked her up. With a bang that sent stars to Janice's head they dropped her onto the sloping beam. They then stood back and let Ivy do her work.

Janice looked up at the ceiling and once the stars disappeared she could make out a ring in the ceiling with three ropes. She followed the ropes down and saw two rings and a hook. Ivy clipped the elbow locks to Janice's waist belt and made sure they were secure. Ivy took a small piece of rope and tied Janice's ankles together. She then took one of the rings with the rope on the end and measured the distance. It was only then that Janice realized there was oil on the bench.

"About two feet forward gentlemen." she said.

The two porters pushed the beam about two feet downwards.

"Good. Now hold her." ordered the torturer. The porters stood on either side of Janice and held her arms. Ivy went to the cupboards and returned with a pair of pliers. She took the ring with the rope attached and inserted the pliers. She pulled the rings apart.

"You, grab her tit and you, make sure she stays down." said Ivy.

One of the porters grabbed Janice's tit and pulled it upstairs. Before Janice realized what they were doing Ivy had clamped the ring on her tit. Janice yelled. The pain raced through her breast. It took a bit longer to get the other ring onto her other tit. But after Ivy bounced Janice's head again dazing her it was over quickly.

Janice shook her head. The pressure from the rings on her sensitive nipples were driving her nuts. Ivy went over and took the rope with the hook on it. She stood to Janice's side, "Thanks guys, I don't need you anymore." With that the porters left.

"Well Miss Winterbottom. This is the game. This beam is covered in oil which will naturally make you slip. If you use your back and ass muscles you might be able to get back to your current position. Of course if you slip off the beam you'll be hanging by your tits and also ." Ivy slipped the hook into Janice's cunt. ". your cunt."

Ivy walked to the top of Janice and put her hands Janice's shoulders. Then with a smirked she pushed and Janice's dry grip on the beam disappeared. She jerked back by the ropes. The pain shot through her. She tried to use her hands to grip the side of the beam but that too had been oiled.

"Don't worry about slipping off. Mind you, the last girl who did it we found hanging just by her cunt. Both her tits have been ripped off. We tried to save her but she just bleed to death. Poor thing. Night."

Ivy turned on her heel and walked off. The room being void of any windows she flicked off the light-switch before closing the door.

Janice cursed and screamed at her but to no avail. She clamped her hands down on the side to try and reduce the pain on her tits and cunt. It was going to be a long night.