2 comments/ 59190 views/ 12 favorites The Retribution: The Complete Saga By: JJMurray Hi friends, I am an avid reader of Literotica and love the more literary pieces among others. I wanted to push the limits of this genre in this piece and hope you like it. Depending on the response, I intend to try to push the limits of most if not all genres. Kindly make an author's day and comment or drop a few lines on e-mail as the greatest award that an author seeks is an audience and your words would be my reward enough. Love you my readers. * * * It started on a Saturday afternoon. All of us were in the farmhouse. I hadn't been seeing my family much of late and they felt that this vacation was long overdue. I had missed my elder daughter's graduation and my younger daughter's school pass-out ceremony. I had to make it up to them and nothing better than a surprise trip to the wilderness with family. And so it was myself, Amol with my lovely wife Suman and my two daughters Anu and Payal in our 5 acre farmhouse at the outskirts of Nainital beside the Corbett national park planning to spend the next week cut-off from civilization in blissful incommunicado. I was 43, a criminal lawyer at Supreme Court practicing law for the last 25 years. I had started independent practice at the age of 25 and had a very high success rate. I had toiled my way through the system and today was the youngest criminal advocate at the Supreme Court. One day I would hold the highest judicial chair and that was the incentive that kept my motors whirring at work. I always felt that there should be something to scale, to obtain, to attain or else life meanders into meaningless existential innuendo. On the home front, I had a lovely wife, Suman, 39 years of age who was very beautiful and looked not a day older than 30. In fact she took secret pride whenever someone took her to be her daughter's elder sister. Women and their vanity... She had dedicated her life to her children and had never let their father's absence affect the upbringing of her children. She had been at once the doting mother and the strict father and had inculcated good behavior and a sense of right and wrong in them. Both my daughters had taken after their mother. Anu was 22, fair, slim and extremely beautiful. She was the quiet one. She loved poetry and I am sure she was the type who kept a secret journal somewhere jotting down beautiful sonnets or maybe stories in them. Payal was 18, tall, dusky with a pair of blue eyes that could submit anyone to her captive beauty in a matter of seconds. She was the talkative one, bubbly and vivacious and was doted upon by both of us. It was the month of November and the wintery chill had just about set in. It had been snowing in Srinagar and there was a noticeable drop in temperature in the last few days. I had just finished reading my newspaper in the garden when I heard the van (an old Volkswagen transporter) coming up the road that led from our gate to our house. The van seemed to be a trifle faster than what the cobblestoned pathway allows the vehicles to be. There was this sense of uncomfortable warmth behind my ears that I generally felt when alarmed. That instinct was spot on as I was to discover very soon. As I was wondering why the watchman hadn't informed us of the approaching van, the van came into view around the bend, hurtling down the path and crashed into the picket fence to the left of the wrought iron gates and headed straight towards me standing in the garden. I was too shocked to jump out of the way and took a sideways blow from the screeching van; the sound of the screeching van tearing into the crunching noise of breaking bones in my abnormally twisted right arm. I was thrown 3 meters by the impact and raised my head feebly to see four shabbily dressed guys and a girl in leather tumble out of the van with two of them waving handguns in their hands (which I found out later were a SW 9mm and a Raptor). Three of them rushed into the house while the girl and the fourth guy rushed towards me. I tried getting up but my arm thwarted my efforts and I just wailed in pain. The girl saw me wince and saw my arm twisted at an impossible angle. She stepped forward and put her boot on my broken arm. I screamed hard but no sound escaped my already parched throat. There was this look of pure hatred in this girl's eyes; pure, unmitigated hatred towards me. The pain kicked in a little later and I passed out... It must have been some time after that as when I came to, it was already night. I was on the floor of the guest room of our mansion, my left hand cuffed to the bedstead and my right hand in a plaster cast. Surprisingly most of the pain was gone but I felt a little light headed. There was a dim light in the room with only the 25 W night-light bulb on. I slowly recounted the events in my head and looked around the room. The door was shut and to my surprise bolted from within. I raised my head and looked behind. Two of my attackers were sprawled on the bed. It was dark but I could see both their naked forms on the bed. The girl looked like 20-25 years and the guy was in his early thirties. She was very fair and her face emanated a glow from the reflected night light. The guy was muscular, and with his unkempt beard looked menacing. I was on the foot end of the bed and I could see dried white cum between the girl's legs, discernibly matting her hair. The room had the stench of spent lovemaking and both had slept off into a slumber after making love on my bed. I kept watching her body and especially her cunt riveted at the sight. I felt a rustle in my loins and realized that my dick had decidedly been aroused by the insanely sexy circumstances. The horror of the situation was somewhat mollified by the intoxicating sight of a recently fucked and resting cunt. I didn't see the other three guys anywhere and assumed they must be somewhere else in my house and...oh my God! My family-what's happened to them? ARE THEY DEAD OR WORSE? What the hell was happening here and why? I took a deep breath and mustered all the energy that I could and bellowed out the loudest that I have ever screamed. Surprisingly it didn't come out loud enough but was enough to rouse the sleeping lovers. She got up with a start, looked at me at her face reddened with anger or maybe just hatred, the color that I had seen just before I had passed out. She got up and came around the bed, never bothering to cover her nudity. She came up to me, held my collar in her hands, lifted me up and smacked me hard over my face. It was like a sledgehammer hitting onto my head. Blood vessels opened up on the inside of my cheek and maybe split my gums and I splattered blood on the floor. She came over me, held my hair in both of her hands, pinned my face to the ground and squatted inches from my face. I was still reeling from the pain of the blow and tried hard to shake her off me. But it isn't easy doing that with one hand cuffed and the other broken and in a plaster. I could see her pussy lips parting to reveal her pink cunt lips and the acrid stench of her juices mixed with the guy's cum revolted my me to the core and I could feel a retch build up somewhere deep within me. She then took a deep breath and I could see her urethra open up on my face. A steady stream of warm piss struck my eyes, my mouth and my nose and washed down the blood leaking from the corners of my mouth. I never blinked. She got up and looked down upon me with contempt and said "Today I am going to piss on your life." The guy on the bed was silently watching all this and on hearing her words, laughed hard and guffawed "Well Mr. Advocate sir, excuse my pun, but I guess she's really very pissed with you." He got up from the bed, his penis hanging big even when he was flaccid. He then put on his underwear and met my gaze seeing him putting his penis within his underwear "You know I am not going to need much of my underwear tonight." He continued on "By the way I patched up your bones. I was a paramedic in another life. Have pumped you with a shit-load of morphine too in case you are wondering why your broken humerus doesn't hurt like hell." She wrapped on the bathrobe hanging by the bathroom, opened the door and left the room turning back at the door and said to the guy "Uncuff the bastard and bring him upstairs in 10 minutes." The guy sat by the bed, next to me and said "Guy, why did you make her this angry? I am already feeling sorry for what's going to happen to you." I ignored him. I could not understand much of what was happening around me. Maybe it was the loss of blood from my broken bones or maybe the morphine that this bastard had pumped into me. But my mind wanted to just go blank and pass out into its comfort and it took all my effort just to rein it back to consciousness. He got up after about ten minutes, uncuffed me from the bedstead and put the cuffs on me with my hands behind my back, put a gag on my mouth and pulled me to my feet by my better shoulder "Time to go up and say hi to your family." I felt a wave of cold as I stepped out of the door and felt another of fear as I stood under the stairs in the unusual and unnatural calm of my house. I feared the worst as the hulk dragged me up the stairs. Three were three rooms upstairs -- a master bedroom for me and Suman and two smaller bedrooms for Anu and Payal. The guy dragged me to the master bedroom and pushed the door open, pushing me through. As I stepped inside adjusting my eyes to the dim of the room I saw three guys standing by the bed and Suman lying on the bed. She was still in her jeans and kurti (a long flowing Indian tee) and looked as if she was in a deep sleep. I couldn't make out if she was breathing or not. The girl entered the room then and closed the door behind her. She pulled a chair to the door and signaled the guys to seat me there. She came by me and said "Don't worry your wife's not dead. She is just I bit sedated. I've pumped her with some of the morphine that we brought with us." I whimpered against my gag violently shaking myself and her fist slapped another thunderous blow to my face. "Just sit back and watch bastard." The guys moved to the bed as if on cue and my tormentor from below lay next to my wife and started running his hands on her body. He traced his fingers from her forehead and over her face and to her lips. He lingered on her lips and then traced his fingers further down to her chest, opened the buttons of her tee and gently slid his hand on to her left breast. She whirred lazily, still with her eyes closed and her body shook as if a cold draught had suddenly swept over her. He ran his fingers on her nipple and she purred something incoherently. She never opened her eyes but seemed to be getting aroused by his machinations. The girl brought her face towards me and said "Don't hold this against your wife. She is barely conscious." The guy put his other hand inside her tee and felt her right breast and then I could see his bare muscles tighten as he ripped apart her tee, exposing her milky white breasts and her brown nipples which were fully erect by now. The girl came around me and unbuckled my pant and pulled it down around my ankles. She then pulled my underwear down and left it near my ankles too. The guy on the bed had undone the jeans on my wife and his hand was inside the jeans probably inside her panties. She buckled up violently at that moment and I realized what had happened...the bastard had shoved his fingers inside my wife's pussy. His hand started finger fucking her still inside her panty and he started licking my wife's right breast. She was moaning hard and her hands held his hair as his head bobbed up and down on her breast. The girl knelt down beside me and ran her hand on my penis. It was just waiting for her touch and it immediately stiffened probably already aroused by what was happening on the bed. I was ashamed that I was getting aroused seeing my wife molested. But it wasn't just that. It was also the nakedness of Suman's body that was getting to me. The nakedness of her body has never failed to arouse me and maybe so it was then. The girl had started yanking on my hardened member and started to jerk me off. The bastard on the bed pulled down my wife's jeans and panty and spread her thighs apart and then proceeded to remove his clothes. He then mounted her writhing body, got between her thighs and nudged them further apart. He then steadied his already erect cocked and plunged it into my wife's pussy. I could see his erect 7 inch cock disappear into my wife's pussy. He started fucking her slowly and leisurely and she started bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. Her hands were clutching the sheets and she kept whimpering and writhing in ecstasy. He raised his tempo and started fucking her pussy violently. The bitch on my penis was giving me a hand-job furiously by now and was tugging hard at my penis. I could feel my balls contract and my head arched back involuntarily expecting my orgasm to hit the very next moment and then the bitch left my cock, dropped it like a hot pan and smacked me hard on my face. The blow sent me tumbling out of the chair and I fell on the ground, my ass pointing to the ceiling and the smack left my balls aching and hopping mad. The guy on the bed was grunting and gave a loud moan as I felt him reaching his orgasm and saw him grind hard into my wife's pussy. He then withdrew his penis from her pussy and knelt before her holding his penis in his hand. I turned my head to the other side and saw him kneeling above my wife's body spraying cum all over her. I groaned aloud but no sound came out of my gag. I felt something sticky around my belly and realized my penis had cum...without an orgasm. It was as if some nervous wiring had short-circuited and had managed to bypass my brain that so needed the release that it had been cheated of. This particular 'seminal emission' was sickeningly empty and my brain gnawed at my body begging for the orgasm but to no avail. My penis had mercilessly gone numb. She indicated to the other guys and they perched me back on the chair tying my hands behind the chair. I was still naked under my waist and my penis hung loosely from my body. I sat on the chair leaning away from my restraints and crying into my gag. The guy on the bed had finished with my wife and left her sprawled on the bed, his cum droplets shining on her tummy and on her pubic hair. A thin trail of she-cum was trailing down my wife's pussy and had created a wet spot on the bed. She still shivered occasionally and had her eyes closed in a fitful slumber. The biggest of the guys was about six and a half feet tall and still had enough muscles to look stocky. He was standing at one corner of the room very quietly and was watching all that was going on in the room. He was the next to have a go at my wife. As the first guy was dressing up, he came besides me and started undressing. He took out his jeans and his half-cut leather jacket and perched them both on the back of my chair. He then took stepped out of his underwear and turned towards me, wagging his dick at me. It was not very big but it was very thick and about two inches in diameter. He chuckled and put his filthy smelly underwear on my head, perched like a cap. The others chortled away at me. He then climbed on to the bed and stroked his dick a couple of times. It immediately swelled up some more and elongated by an inch. It had an accentuated and nearly abnormal curvature upwards that had not been there when it was semi-erect. He immediately got down to business and held my wife's thighs flexed on to the abdomen while pulling them apart and wedged himself between her thighs. He spitted on his palms twice and rubbed the spit on my wife's pussy. The touch brought a reaction to her body and she tried to wiggle her arse away from him groggily. He immediately held her hips and pulled them close to him getting her thighs around him very snugly and very tightly. He held his penis and guided it into my wife's sloppy pussy. He pulled her hips towards him and in the process let her pussy ride on to his thick dick. It looked as if he was wearing her pussy over his penis. It created a very tight lock and I was just wondering how he was going to move in and out of her from that position. But he didn't move. Instead he held her hips and started rocking it on his penis, his penis hardly moving in the process. He was slowly increasing the tempo and this pushing and pulling of my wife's hips on to hi penis caused her breasts to jiggle wildly and as the speed of this bizarre sexual congress increased, even her arms starting flopping like windsocks on a windy day. He was able to do this because of his tremendous strength and kept pumping my wife's body to and fro on his penis. It went on for a good ten minutes and my wife's hands were now clutching the edges of her pillow and her head was thrashing wildly on the pillow. She was either close to her orgasm or maybe having a series of seemingly very wild orgasms. He went on and on nevertheless and her pussy contractions continued to milk his penis. I could see sweat beads forming on he guy's forehead and he tossed his head back in pleasure. He stopped his rhythm and released his lock on her hips for a moment as he adjusted his weight and let her hips slip down towards her knees. As he did that he bent forward and repositioned his erect and now very wet and shiny dick over my wife's pussy. He had gotten into the more traditional missionary position now and rammed his tool straight into her pussy. He did that with such force it jolted the bed and my wife's eyes opened with a start and a shrill shriek emanated from her throat. She bucked up against his bulk and her eyes locked with me sitting naked on the chair, bound and gagged. She screamed yet again and then the guy pinned her down on the pillow. He started his assault and started thrusting down on her pussy. He was amazingly fast and all I could hear was the loud jostling of the bed as it scratched on the floor interrupted by a grunt or a scream from my wife's mouth as he buried himself to the hilt each time. It went on for five long minutes and finally he gave a loud triumphant roar as he arched his back and gave a mighty thrust inside my wife's pussy. She screamed and moaned in unison as the hurt of the final thrust melted into yet another of her many orgasms of the evening. Her hips were bucking wildly as her pussy squeezed his dick of every last drop of cum, lapping it up and scooping it inwards into her barely fertile womb. The guy then lifted my wife in his arms and planted a big slobbery kiss on her lips and the dropped her on the bed like a rag doll. She plopped on the bed like a corpse, her legs twisted awkwardly, her pussy gaping wide and copious amounts of his cum overflowing out of her pussy lips on to the bed. The other two guys took turns to fuck my wife's already numb body. All she would do was to writhe and shiver whenever another of her orgasms hit her. I watched her go numb from pleasure and ecstasy in front of my eyes. She kept writhing and every now and then an orgasm would sweep over her body, would shake her whole body and she would just slither like a snake and whimper like a bitch in heat. It went on for another half an hour and I sat there watching my wife's pussy mercilessly and continuously pounded serially by the guys. She was more aware of her surroundings and her eyes met my eyes occasionally. Her eyes sought an answer from me and then seeing my helplessly bound form just expressed resignation, pity and sorrow in a few lucid moments between her fucks. There was a glow of flush on my wife's face as she lay there on the bed having been fucked by four different men, having had countless and ceaseless orgasms in the span of two hours. The stocky guy had had a second go with my wife. He had been more traditional in his approach this time and had fucked her in the missionary position like a relentless piston gunning his penis in and out of her pussy for ten minutes continuously till he discharged a second cumload into her tired pussy. The Retribution: The Complete Saga She was knocked out but would still shiver involuntarily from time to time. She was fully covered in the cum of the men and white specks splattered her face, her breasts and her tummy. A stream of dried cum led from her pussy and disappeared in between her buttocks. As the guys taken turns ravaging Suman, my wife, the girl had undone my pants and underwear and had jerked me off to near orgasm again. She had stopped moments before I could cum and my pants and underwear still lay around my ankles. There was a fierce ache in my loins and I would have begged her to let me climax. Instead she walked towards me and punched me hard in my balls. The pain stung like a million jolts of energy and I doubled up on the floor. She indicated to the guys and they propped me up on the chair again. She came closer to me "Let us meet your daughters. I do not think you need your clothes today." They lifted me off the ground and my pants and my underwear slipped from around my ankles. They dragged me out of the room and pushed me into the next room. As soon as we entered, they slammed the door shut and switched on the lights. Anu was on the bed. She was still in her tee and Bermuda shorts. That is the way I had last seen her before we had been attacked about 5-6 hours before. These 6 hours had been a blur... Her hands and her legs were tied to the bedposts and she was laying spread eagled on the bed. There was a gag in her mouth and her eyes were wide open with the glazed look of absolute terror in her eyes. Oh my God! She was wide awake and definitely not sedated like my wife had been. I was standing naked from below my waist in front of my 22 year old daughter and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I cringed in shame and tried to hide my nakedness. The girl laughed aloud seeing my reaction. She came closer to me, held my drooping penis in her hand and gently caressed its form from the root to the tip. Then she gripped it full in her hand and slowly started jerking me off. I felt my penis harden and in about 20 seconds, it was rock hard poking straight ahead in her hands and my hips started moving involuntarily egging her, begging her to go faster. She stopped yet again just before I could climax. She left me hanging high and dry and took out a scissor from her pant pocket. She proceeded to the bed and started to cut the shorts of Anu. The elastic snapped as she reached the top and she did the same on the opposite side. She then pulled the front off that came off like a flap. Anu struggled all throughout but could do barely more than squirm against the tightly tied restraints. My daughter was naked under her shorts. Anu's pussy was so beautiful. She was a tall slim girl and had a small milky white mound with two brown flaps guarding her sweet love hole. The scissors made its way to her tee and similarly cut off a flap from the front. Within moments her breasts were bare too. Her breasts were just divine. They were definitely bigger than my wife's and stood upright with her faint brownish nipples standing tall a little to the upper part of her breasts. Her pussy glistened with tiny drops of sweat and a thin line of her pussy juice trickled down from her pussy. The thought of being naked amongst four tough guys and seeing her dad bound and gagged and naked with a hard-on pointing towards her would have been weirdly sexy to her. The girl was through with undressing Anu and indicated to the stocky man. He had fucked my wife twice some time back and had emptied his balls last just about fifteen minutes ago. He gladly stepped out of his pants and underwear and went to the dressing table, picked out a tube of Vaseline and squeezed a lump some on his hand and applied it on his penis. His penis was erect again within seconds as he jerked his penis within loads of Vaseline. It was as erect and as thick as I had seen it before. He knelt between Anu's legs. Anu's eyes were dancing wildly in horror and she thrashed wildly at her restraints and yet she could only squirm in terror as she was tied securely to the bedposts. The man held her thighs in her hands and slowly rocked his hips back and forth in air with his erect lubed cock moving inches from Anu's pussy. He then went on to smear the Vaseline off his hands on to her breasts. He kneaded her breasts slowly and a visible shiver ran through Anu's body. He would knead it slowly and end each swirl by pinching her perky nips. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down the corners of both of her eyes. He moved a little forward and pushed the tip of his penis an inch into Anu's pussy. She shuddered at this violation but still kept her eyes shut. He then spread her pussy lips apart and rammed his penis inside her pussy. It went in with such a force that Anu jerked up, arching her back and screamed into her gag, her eyes straining to pop out of her sockets. It was as if a sledgehammer had been rammed into her pussy. That was perhaps the signature style of the stocky man. He groaned in pleasure and turned back to me and guffawed "This slut is definitely not a virgin! But by Jove! She is tight. She must be hosting some tiny weenies in her twat. She needs to have some real cock in her and I am going to give exactly that to her." He pulled out and rammed in harder into her. She buckled up with the impact and her back arched up as if all her senses had been assaulted again from inside her pussy. Another of her screams was muted by the gag. This time he stayed in motionless for half a minute. She seemed to relax, her pussy relaxing and accommodating around his massive member. He then started rocking in and out, his member thrusting and impaling her pussy violently. Her feet clawed the air and her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy juices started flowing out of her pussy and she was squirming under him as he continued his assault on her pussy while he bent his torso on her suckling her breasts one by one. Within a matter of seconds her thick white creamy pussy juice bathed his cock as it continued its merciless assault on her pussy. It was about a minute of this continuous pounding before I saw my daughter shake up and arch her back up while clutching the bedsheets hard with her bound hands. She probably had her first orgasm. He didn't let up on his speed, his sensitivities having been numbed by the fact that he already had fucked my wife twice in the past couple of hours. He continued on and on and Anu was rocked by yet another orgasm in a couple of minutes. He however just went on and on. He was biting my daughter's breasts hard and each bite left an impression around her erect nipples. By now she was moaning in a conundrum of pain and pleasure. She alternatingly screamed at each bite of his mouth and squealed at each thrust of his hips. He was like a machine that just went on and on and on. She was lying exhausted on the bed as the beast pounded into her pussy. Her body shuddered occasionally and I would know that she had another of her many orgasms. The girl pushed me on to a chair that she had moved to the foot of the bed that gave me a direct view of the man between my daughter's legs and I could see his penis rise up and dive down into my daughter's sweet pussy. I could see his thrusts being met halfway by Anu who was constantly and sedately bucking and grinding her pussy into the cock of this man. The girl spread my legs apart and knelt on the floor between my legs, took my throbbing and hurting penis in her hands and lowered her head on to my penis. She licked the tip of my penis and it sent a shiver through my body. She slowly put it inch by inch into her mouth and then started slowly bobbing her head up and down on it. I was aching for a release and needed someone to jerk me off real hard and fast and till the end. The girl on my penis was anything but fast. She was just teasing my cock slow and gentle and that just doubled the ache in my loin. The man on the bed was furiously pounding away and my daughter convulsed to yet another of her orgasms. She screamed in pleasure and then shuddered to a serene stillness being jerked involuntarily by the now increasing thrusts of the man between her legs. He was close to his orgasm and within seconds offloaded himself into her pussy. There was an amazingly great amount of cum that filled my daughter's twat and overflowed by the sides of his now shriveling penis that was still buried in her. He must have been exhausted by the third fuck of the day and just collapsed on top of my daughter. The view was intoxicating not withstanding the fact that it was my daughter being ravaged that was intoxicating me. The guy lay on top of her for couple of minutes with his cock still buried in the cunt of my daughter. Finally he rolled off my daughter. I was being mercilessly teased and my eyes were still riveted at her pussy that oozed cum mixed with a tinge of blood. She was still, her eyes closed, her hips still bobbing up and down slightly in air. And just then the bitch stopped bobbing her head on my cock. I cried out in anguish. She smiled and made her way to the bedside by my daughter, took out her gun and pointed at my daughter's head. "Finish off inside of her or I will finish her off this instant." My daughter heard the words but I guess she was too thrashed to register them. I shook my head hard and screamed but the words got choked in the gag on my mouth. She took her other hand to the gun and cocked it. She looked up at me and started counting back from 10 and I understood that my daughter's life didn't mean anything to her. I didn't want to take any chances with the bitch. I stumbled forward from the chair and hobbled on to the bed. My penis still stood unashamedly erect, throbbing at the prospect of finding release at last never mind it was my daughter's pussy. It was difficult doing this with my hands bound and I just got between her legs and started poking her pussy. It was difficult to see her hole that was still bathed in the curd of my her cum mixed with the stocky man's jism. My daughter opened her eyes, looked down towards me and there was pitiful disgust in my eyes. She brought her hand down, held my penis and guided it to her pussy as the bitch continued her countdown. The girl's countdown stopped at 2 as my penis touched the lips of my daughter's just fucked pussy. I started to push and my penis slipped through content and gratified in the wet cunt of my daughter. She looked away and started to buck her hips towards me. Her pussy was wet and my penis easily slided in and out of her dripping pussy. She kept at her thrusts and was slowly milking my penis. I could she her head turned repulsively to one side while she kept bucking her pelvis up towards me fucking me. I stood silently and then my penis took control over my body and I started to participate in the fuck and push my penis down into my daughter's pussy. It was strange as my mind resisted and detested this climactic build up and yet my penis was rejoicing this unholy fuck. My penis was wild with excitement and it was as if it had whipped my hips into action and I started pumping down harder on my daughter's thrusts. I felt the release build up fast and there was this tremendous rush of pent up passion that stood on the precipice of a giant fall. And then I let go. I started cumming. My body convulsed forward and my penis squirted loads and loads of cum into my sweet daughter's bucking pussy. This particular orgasm felt as if it had started from deep within my penis and had spread everywhere from there. It reached my rain in a moment and spread within and raged like a wildfire in the brain. It was the longest orgasm of my life as I went on thrusting uncontrollably in Anu's pussy. It lasted a good minute. My entire body convulsed towards my penis that was still buried in my Anu's pussy. The girl was watching me from behind and pulled me from my daughter. My penis plopped out meekly and I shrunk on the bed in shame. Another guy, who was naked now took over and got between Anu's legs. He took the piece of Anu's shorts that was lying on the bed and wiped cum off her pussy that was still dripping down her pussy. He spread her pussy lips and entered her wet insides. He fucked her slowly as I watched inches away on the bed. Another guy turned me around and bent me over a pillow on the bed with my feet planted apart and my ass pointing high up towards the ceiling. I hadn't any idea of what to expect when I saw the girl talking out from her bag what I later came to know was a strap on dildo. She strapped it on her waist and climbed onto the bed behind me. I realized what she was about to do and shook violently. She was thrown off me but she caught her balance and immediately reached for her gun and pointed towards my daughter. Tears rolled off my eyes and I shook my head affirmatively pleading her not to shoot. She came back on top of me and mounted me again. She asked for the Vaseline and applied it liberally on her dildo. She then pushed into my arsehole. It was something that I had never ever experienced and had never thought I would go through. It hurt like hell as the penis shaped dildo slipped beyond my anal sphincter lubed by the Vaseline. She must have buried herself to the hilt and I felt something cold and firm tearing into my rectum. It was a funny feeling and I felt the urge to pass urine. She started moving up and down and the dildo started shearing into my anus back and forth. She started increasing her tempo and it started feeling better and a bit funny inside my rectum. I was slowly getting aroused and felt my penis harden. She called on to the guy standing behind to hand her the scarf that was on the clothes stand and then she slung it around my neck and started riding me like a pony. I felt a tightening around my loins and it took some time for me to realize that it was another orgasm building up within me. The scarf was tightening around my neck and I felt choked for air as she continued riding me rough and sending the dildo deeper and deeper into my arse. I saw the guy riding my daughter release his load after a quick fuck and another take his place. I was close to my orgasm and felt that I would blow any second. The girl tightened the noose and this time deliberately choked my windpipe as I struggled to breathe against the resistance. I could feel my loins tighten and a massive and yet decidedly different orgasm hit my body and I could feel my rectum throbbing in pleasure around the dildo. The sensation of the orgasmic release exhausted and depleted my oxygen deprived depleted brain into darkness and I passed out. * * * The night was a blur. I fleetingly came to my senses and found myself bound to the bed in the room on the ground floor. It was pitch dark and I was probably all alone in the room. I passed out again. A sudden blast of cold water pouring down my nostrils jolted me back to consciousness. It was late morning and as I squinted my eyes against the sunlight I realized I was still on the bed bound to the posts, spread-eagled and the girl was standing at the foot end of the bed with a mug in her hand. It was her who had thrown water on my face. I tried to get up but realized that I was pinned down by the restraints and I also realized that I was stark naked with a sheet spread over me. But that modesty wasn't to be mine for long as the girl pulled it off abruptly from me "Good morning, Mr. Lawyer sir! Time to get up and save the world, isn't it?" She mocked at me. I didn't have a gag on my mouth for the first time and I started out to speak but all the came out was some garbled nonsense. She silenced me with her index finger wagging a no towards me. "Don't utter any nonsense as I will not answer any questions now. If you say something that I do not like the gag goes back inside your mouth. Now get up from your bed as I let your knots loose and go to the bathroom and dress up nice. Real nice. Get me? I will be outside. And remember, anything funny and I will pump all the bullets into your sweet little sexy family." And then she laughed. That was a laugh of derision, of victory and of unbridled mockery. She cut me loose, let me sit up from the sitting position and then gently took my limp penis in her hands and brought her mouth to it in a slow continuous motion. She looked up towards me and it scared me. She laughed at having read horror on my face, laughed heartily and brought out her tongue and wagged it at me. I sat there dumb and expressionless looking at her. She bent her head down and licked the head of my penis. There was still some whitish dried cum on the shaft of my penis and I realized I hadn't gotten to wash after I had been made to fuck Anu, my daughter and after she had fucked me in my arse with a strap on dildo. She was bobbing her head with vigor and I felt my penis hardening and then a sudden fear gripped me that this was going to be another tease where she is going to leave me high and dry just before I came as she had done many times with me the whole of yesterday. She was however giving me a lusty blowjob and was working her head up and down furiously on my penis which had a raging hard-on by now. It is amazing how selfish lust is and how oblivious it is to all other emotions that maybe wreaking havoc on our mind. I would never have thought that I would be enjoying a blowjob by my kidnapper and tormentor after she and her gang have held my family hostage, have gang-raped my wife and daughter and after having made me commit incest on my elder daughter just one day before. And yet there I was, my penis throbbing hard and now straining to let loose in her mouth as she lapped up my dick in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue and milking it deep into her throat. I could feel my glans hitting the back of her throat as she continued sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow. I could feel my orgasm building up and my body started squirming, my hips bucking into her throat. A few strokes more and there I was. It hit me like a gazillion volts, my anal muscles squeezing around the desirous and pleasurable sensation surrounding my dick and my pelvic muscles hollowing outwards momentarily before imploding towards my penis as I gave a final thrust into her mouth and my cum flowed through my dick into her warm and moist mouth, her oral muscles squeezing my jism towards the back of her throat as she gulped down my cum. Not a drop spilled out and she bobbed her head a few times more milking my dick to get the last drop out before she let my dick plop out of her mouth, flaccid and content. She stood up, faced me and came close to me, put her arms on my shoulder and drew herself up on to me, giving me a tender kiss on my lips. My mouth opened involuntarily as our tongues met and her tongue swirled around my mouth deliciously. She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and said "I am Antara. And believe me that was the best blowjob I have given in my life. Just for you my darling. Take bath and get ready. You have a long day ahead of yourself." It was beautiful and beyond that I had ceased to care. I dreaded what was to come today but the morning had been fab till now. I realized that I had not known her name till now. I went inside the bathroom and took a leisurely bath; the process made painfully slow by the fact that one of my arms was still in a now dirty plaster cast. When I came out I found Antara sitting on my bed with a neatly folded pair of shorts and a beach shirt. I went and stood near her, my wet towel still wrapped around my waist. She tugged on the towel and it dropped around my feet. She looked at my spent penis and gave me a mischievous smile and then gently took my penis in her hand and started caressing it gently. There was a stirring and it started to grow wrapped in the warmth of her hands. The Retribution: The Complete Saga She gave a squeal of surprise and teased me "Hey mister! You sure are naughty!" She took my shorts and held them open as I stepped into them and then I wore the shirt too, my hurt arm on a sling on the inside. Whatever was happening was like dream that was the total opposite of what had happened yesterday. I did not know what to make of this and frankly I did not have the courage to try. Sense and understanding were luxuries that I could not afford then. This thing that was happening wasn't in my hands and it will end when it has to, the way it has to. There was nothing for me to do than be a mute spectator and hoping that Antara doesn't kill my family at the end of all this. She led me out to the hall and up the stairs to the bedrooms on the first floor. The clock showed 11 o'clock of the morning. She opened the first door and led me inside. The room was empty. But the shower was running and the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Antara motioned silence to me and tiptoed across to the bathroom door and peeked inside. She giggled and motioned me to come over. I went to her and peeked inside the door and saw my wife naked under the shower, pinned to the wall, her body wet and soaped as the water was running on to her face and dripping down her breasts to her belly and on to the guy who had raped her first yesterday who was crouched between her legs and had his head buried between her legs. He obviously had his tongue buried deep within my wife's pussy as she quivered and moaned in pleasure under the running water. He was stroking his head up and down her clit her hips were oscillating to his rhythm. He took his fingers and guided them deftly inside my wife's pussy and started stroking her insides while licking her pussy frantically. She was now bucking furiously towards his fingers and her hands held his head tight drawing his head towards her pussy. And he obliged. It went on for another couple of minutes and then she exploded, her knees giving way as she collapsed on to him. "His name is Sunil and he is a garage mechanic." Antara whispered into my ears. Sunil held her in his arms and lifted her lovely and petite body in his arms and took her out on to the couch in the bedroom, dried her off with a turquoise towel and bent towards her his naked body arching over hers as their lips met and she gently let his tongue inside her mouth and their bodies snaked around each other. It was as if I didn't exist there. She had seen me and smiled wryly at me before running her hands over his back and pulling his body close to her. She spread her legs and he got between her legs and then with one hand guided his erect penis into her waiting pussy. I was watching all this mesmerized when Antara whispered in my ears "It's obvious they are going to be a while. Shall we go to the other rooms?" I nodded absently as Sunil arched his back over my wife's pussy and thrust hard and his penis buried itself into the depths of my wife's pussy. As he withdrew out, her creamy white pussy juices coated the shaft of his penis and formed a ring around the base of his penis as he thrust again. My wife was squirming under him, clutching the pillow under her head hard and then she wrapped her legs around Sunil. Antara held my arm and led me out of that room. In seconds we were standing outside the room of my elder daughter Anu. Antara gently pushed the door open. I entered the room with trepidation and saw Anu perched on the stocky guy and grinding her pelvis on him and his thick penis buried to the hilt inside my daughter's pussy. She was riding him slowly and sinuously and slithered like a snake enraptured by the stick inside her. She was moaning and enjoying what was obviously a second act. The stocky guy lay under her very relaxed and slowly pushing his pelvis each time Anu ground down towards him. His hands roamed around on her body and stopped and tickled her now and then. He slowly rose up and met my eyes and then hunched forward to lick Anu's breasts. He flicked her perky tits one by one and then swallowed her left breast into his mouth and sucked it hard. She moaned hard and her head arched back involuntarily. She shook up in horror as she noticed me and Antara standing behind her and watching her. She rushed to get off the guy but he held her tight and pushed her down on the bed and mounted her. He spread her reluctant legs apart and pushed his wet erect penis into her slush pussy. She whimpered and winced as he started ramming into her. She turned her eyes on me and her eyes showed despair, guilt and lust. I stood there watching her as he kept pounding her. She finally gave me a resigned look and returned her gaze on to the man who was pounding her innards with a well hung piece of meat. Antara came close to my ears "He is Mohan and he is a driver. And he is just insatiable!" She smiled as she spoke the words. Insatiable he was and he had a lot of stamina too. He had fucked my wife twice and my daughter Anu at least twice in the last 24 hours. Antara read my thoughts and leaned again towards me "He got between the legs of Payal too once. In fact he was her first one." Oh my God! I had almost forgotten about Payal, my youngest daughter. Oh my God! "Hey don't worry about Payal. She is alive though a bit tired from her first couple of fucks." Tears rolled off my eyes as I stood there numb. I felt utterly devastated and helpless. I felt neutered. Antara nudged me and said "Want to visit Payal? Raju and Jain are with her. Last I checked they were occupying two of her holes together." I shuddered at her words and a heavy pall shrouded my heart. My knees buckled and Antara held me and prevented me from falling. I started sobbing like a baby and she cradled my head on her shoulders. She took me out of Anu's room and made me sit on a chair in the foyer. I continued sobbing and she held my head in her hands comforting me and then slowly drew my head to her waist. I buried my head in her belly and tears rolled of my eyes into her tunic. She shushed me and lifted my head towards her. There were tears rolling down her eyes too. "If you don't want to go to Payal's room, it's alright. I won't force you. Please don't cry Amol." I looked up to her and could muster only a meek "Why?" She looked down upon me and for the first time I saw her face soften and slowly begin to break up. Her face contorted and tears rolled onto her cheeks as if in slow motion. "Just give me a minute." She took out her Raptor and walked to Payal's room. She tiptoed inside and gently closed the door behind her. The shots came out of the blue. Payal screamed loud and then fell silent. Antara exited the room and rushed to Anu's room as I watched petrified on the chair. There was another shot inside Anu's room followed a loud harrowing scream from Anu. Antara came out of Anu's room and rushed towards my wife's room. However Sunil ran out of the door naked and bumped into Antara "What happened?" he shouted at her. Antara recovered her balance, turned around and raised her gun to Sunil's back as he was running towards Anu's room. A loud report rang out and blood splattered out of the back of Sunil's head. He was thrown violently on to the floor, face down, very dead. I ran to Payal's room and she was in a state of shock, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide open between two dead naked men and with pieces of their flesh and bone splattered all around her and over her naked body. She was breathing heavily, her eyes staring vacantly at me. I ran out of the room towards Anu's room. Antara called out to me and said "Hey! Your family is safe Mr. Justice. All four guilty of raping your women have been punished. Don't worry about them. They were scum that I had picked off for this job. Hey Mr. Justice! Don't you remember me? Well, I was a little girl when I met you. I must have been about twelve or thirteen and I am the sister of Sameera. Does that name ring a bell? Think about her Amol. This is the kind of justice that's given out to rapists. Were you just to my sister Amol? I think not Mr. Justice. So, excuse my audacity but I wanted to show Mr. Justice a thing or two about justice. And by the way my justice hasn't been meted out fully here." She raised the gun and pointed it at me. I cowered at the sight of the barrel pointing at me and stumbled back and fell down. I turned back from her and crawled away from her. I heard the shot behind her and the rapport pinned me to the ground. I winced in pain as I imagined the bullet searing through my body. The bullet. Except it did not. I turned back and saw Antara on the floor, her head flung to the left and her knees bent the other way, the gun in her hand still smoking and still pointing towards her shattered temple. A steady stream of dark blood started to flow down from the mass of shattered brain tissue around the gunshot wound. Suman ran out of her room to the foyer, stark naked, saw the scene in front of her eyes and ran to me on the floor, cuddling and cradling me in her naked bosom. And then the realization hit me. Oh Sameera! Oh my God! Oh my God! The details were a bit fuzzy but then it must have been a good decade since I had known Sameera. Suman held my face in her hands and I slowly buried my face in her breasts crying inconsolably... (To be concluded in a post-word - The Retribution: Sameera Case Files) (Kindly let me know your comments about what you think of the story so far.)