Carla rose obediently to her feet and staggering slightly made her way to the kitchen shelf for another bottle. After she had sat down again and poured them another drink in complete silence, McDonald reached in his pocket and pulled out the small packet of pictures, a triumphant and satisfied little smile curling across his lips.
“Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty,” he said and moved next to Carla so that his leg pressed tightly into her. She thought momentarily of moving but her liquor-numbed mind passed the thought away immediately. She didn’t want him to get angry again and besides she felt herself capable of handling him if he tried to get too fresh with her.
“Here’s the first little beauty,” she dimly heard McDonald say, his breath heavy with excitement of looking at the dirty pictures with the helpless young mother of his son’s hot little girlfriend.
“See, Eddie’s just going to ram his cock into her and she’s got her legs spread wide open just waiting for it.”
“Oh God no!” Carla moaned, clasping her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming as the lewdly spread body of her daughter, Tamera, passed before her eyes. Tears streamed helplessly down her cheeks. She could see the young girl’s eyes tightly closed in rising ecstasy as though she were actually wanting it to happen to her.
“And here’s where my boy throws it to her.” McDonald hissed excitedly. “He really fucks her good.”
“Please don’t use those words, Mr. McDonald.” Carla almost screamed.
It was bad enough having to look at the pictures, but to hear him describe what was happening to her own precious little daughter in such lewd and obscene words sickened her.
“Don’t call me, Mr. McDonald again,” he snapped at her, “and I’ll use any words I want to. If they’re fucking, they’re fucking and there’s no use calling it anything else.”
Tamara’s mother sobbed helplessly and forced herself to look at the prints. She knew there was no other way out so she might as well get it over with.
“Look at her hot little pussy wrapped around Eddie’s cock in this one. Man, you can even see her cunt hairs, that zoom lens worked so well.”
“Oh God, Mort, please don’t make me go on. Just give me the pictures so I can destroy them and I won’t say another word.”
“It ain’t gonna be that easy, honey, if you know what I mean. I might need a little something to make it worth my while.”
“Blackmail!” Carla cried out. “All right, I’ll pay you somehow. I… don’t have much, but I’ll do it. I have to do it. How much? How much do you want?”
“I don’t want money from you, Carla.” McDonald chuckled. “No, I think that there’s better ways for you to pay the price for your daughter. Much better ways, don’t you agree?”
The hapless mother groaned softly, her insides tied in convulsive knots, for she knew exactly what the man across from her had in mind now, knew that he meant her to submit her body to him and work off the debt her child had caused, and the only question was regarding exactly what physical surrender on her part would satisfy him and make him agreeable.
“What… what do you want me to do?” she asked hesitantly.
“You’re a smart young woman, Carla.” McDonald stood up, his face beaming with lust, and she saw for the first time the full extent of his excitement and lecherous desire for her—the bulge of his hardened penis stretched the fabric of his pants almost to the breaking point, and a widening stain of his seminal emissions was plainly evident on the front, right where the throbbing head of his cock pressed against it. “I want you, baby,” he grinned lewdly. “Watching Eddie and your hot-cunted little daughter fucking last night got me damned hot, and I thought I’d lose my mind just taking those pictures. But not now, my dear; it’s going to be my turn, just you and me. And you’ll love it.”
“You… you must be insane,” she blurted.
McDonald laughed harshly. “We’ll see who’s insane in just a few moments.”
Carla felt her lips twist into a harsh, cynical smile as the galling truth of her position flooded her mind. She was being forced into submitting to this handsome but beastial man in exchange for saving the reputation of her child. She would, for Tamera’s sake, for her own life was over and Tamera’s was just beginning, and there was nothing that she wouldn’t have done to make Tamera’s future brighter and freer—even this. She became nauseated as she imagined the lewdly degrading sensation of young Eddie McDonald’s father’s cock buried deep up inside her defenseless vagina, for she was sure that was what was going to take place. She would love it, he’d said; she knew she would almost die from the humiliation of it all.