The Tortured Tourists
Chapter 6
"L'eclairage, c'est ne pas suffisant pour la photographie,
maintenant," protested Yvette.
"what did she say?" Fleming asked his daughter. His French
had been limited, in the old days, to slowly spoken phrases of
simple vocabularies. Now he remembered very little of that.
"She says the lighting isn't good enough for taking pictures,
now." Darla hoped that this meant a reprieve. If further
photography was postponed until moming, maybe they could find some
way to escape in the night.
"We will use the parlor," decided Gerault, dashing Darla's
hopes for a delay. They were herded out of the bedroom, which
they had just entered before Yvette's protest, and soon found
themselves in a fairly large living room. The wall-to-wall
carpeting was old but good, and there were a few pieces of
furniture scattered around, none of which seemed to belong.
On the walls were a number of mirrors, which seemed to be
built into the structure, or cleverly affixed to seem very
permanent. In several places, the faint outlines of rectangular
shapes revealed where pictures had been hung.
The place gave the appearance of a house deserted by its
former occupants, then commandeered by Gerault and company as a
temporary headquarters. Darla wondered where the furniture had
been obtained, guessing that it might well have been stolen from
other homes in the area.
Fleming paid little attention to the details of the room. He
was just barely awake, and beginning to feel again the resentments
and discouragements which had bothered him since his capture, and
the guilt and shame he had experienced after the previous episode
with his daughter.
"Here, on the sofa," commanded Gerault. They moved toward
the huge sofa, which seemed to be rather new both in design and
manufacture. As they approached it, the Frenchman tugged at a
corner, and it opened out into a fair-sized bed.
"The clothes~quickly! " he ordered, and the father and
daughter sullenly removed their clothes again. This time they
piled them on a long coffee table nearby.
Yvette had opened the drapes which covered glass-paneled
doors leading onto a terrace. A poorly tended garden could be
seen through the dusty glass panels. It was on the side away from
the road, and the shrubbery hid the doorway from outsiders.
The light which entered the room seemed to be magnified by
the several mirrors, and it was considerably brighter than the
bedroom.
"Let me see; I think Monsieur Fleming will sit on the edge of
the bed ..." Fleming obliged. "... And Mademoiselle will sit on
his lap to begin." Darla obediently seated herself across her
father's legs. She could feel the warmth of him against her
thighs, and the fine covering of hair tingled where it touched her
skin.
"No. Not like that. Turn and face him, with a leg on either
side of him." Gerault was playing by ear, as if he were a
directive genius setting up a scene for the movie cameras.
Darla lifted a leg and swung it over and around, past
Fleming's head. He couldn't help but see the pink flash of her
spread vulva as her thighs separated so widely. That, and the way
her one breast bounced briefly after her knee had struck it during
the move, returned him to the illicitly excited plateau he had
reached earlier.
Darla, who had grasped her father by the shoulders to make
the shift, leaning back on his lap to clear his head with her leg,
had caught a glimpse of me soft, white penis which she had coveted
until today, and which she had possessed with her mouth less than
two hours ago. It made the same little thrills run through her
now, no matter how she had intended to control her reactions this
time.
While they had been in the cellar alone, she tried twice to
talk to him, hoping they could help each other in some way. She
felt that if she must continue to carry the burden of her
incestuous enjoyment all alone, she would crack up. But Fleming
had slept soundly, and she hadn't had the heart to make more than
a token attempt to wake him with her quiet words. Now, she was
more tensely strung than before. She was really up tight.
As she settled into the new pose Lion' Fleming automatically
put his hands on her h ps, helping her to balance on his lap. The
contact doubled the sensations which traveled between them with
Darla's hands on his shoulders. "Let us have some kissing, now,"
said Gerault.
As if hypnotized, they moved their heads together. In the
beginning it was a zombie-like maneuver, as they reacted to the
command, knowing the penalties for hesitation. But as their lips
met, both of them knew the defeat of their individual resolutions.
The damp warmth of their bodies conducted each tiny tic and
movement of every muscle. Even the slight tensions caused by
trying to stay balanced in their positions as they mo Led to kiss,
were amplified into caresses and meaningful movements, as the
animal lusts within each body interpreted the small contacts and
responded in kind.
Darla's moist lips parted, and she felt the hot tongue enter
between them and caress the inner sides of her lips. As she
sucked at the intruder hungrily, she felt the hard pressure of
Fleming's stiffening member as it rose under her, slapping meatily
against the tender sensitivities of her anus.
Her buttocks squeezed together in reflex, and they trapped
the head of the hard instrument between them. This further
excited the man, and he reacted by a muscular contraction which
made the rod pulse into life, increasing its size and hardness.
It was a vicious circle. The feel of the swelling penis
between her cheeks stirred Darla's inner juices, and they began to
seep from the parted outer lips of her fleshy blossom, warming and
dampening the base of her father's penis.
Something like a low growl emanated from Fleming's lips as he
tore them from hers, and then trailed a fiery thrill down her neck
to the peak of a breast. Her nipple erupted into a rigid erection
which popped into his mouth, and he sucked at it thirstily, as
though it could provide him with drink.
Darla's fleshy fountain was melting her juices all over his
thighs as she writhed under the treatment. Then she tilted her
hips and pulled back to release the rigid prisoner from her
buttocks, letting it slip forward to dip into the slippery trough
of her passion.
As it slid upward, between the swollen petals, gathering
juices as it moved, it became trapped where the upper extremes of
the lips were joined, and pressed tightly against her fleshy
nubbin. She gave a squeal of joy, and rubbed herself against the
newcomer with little wriggling movements.
Fleming's mouth switched to her other breast, and it
blossomed under his kiss, eager to be taken and sucked. Then
Darla whimpered her weakening defenses as the nether massage
culminated her lower tensions. She arched her back and pressed
harder against him, then shuddered a giant tremor, moaning as it
shook her. When she relaxed, Fleming felt her wet heat leave him
briefly then her hand reached down and grasped him tucking the
achingly engorged head of his member into her hungry flesh.
As he felt himself slip within the inner lips which encircled
her passage, his head was pulled from her breast, and drawn back
up to place their mouths together again.
The tender, wrinkled folds of her passage seemed to suck him
within her depths, and he thought he could feel every part of that
pulsating passage as it worked at him, drawing him farther inside.
She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth.
I'm swallowing him at both ends, she thought, exulting at the
sense of possession it gave her. His sweet tongue in my mouth,
and his wonderful cock in my hungry cant! I don't care what
happens after this Daddy Chuck is filling me from head to pussy,
and it feels so good I hope I die before it stops!
Fleming was less fortunate or unfortunate, as the case might
be. He was experiencing the miserable coincidence of having his
lusts and his conscious mind fully awakened at the same time. As
he felt the hungers of his strongly sexual nature seize him and
take control, he began to realize what was taking place, even more
vividly than he had at the earlier session in the bedroom.
A creature of habit, Fleming had been used to using the
period right after waking in the mornings, to lie and think about
the recent successes and failures in his business involvements,
and to plan the strategy for the day or days to come.
His mind, now fully awakening after the refreshing sleep in
the cellar, began to function so well that it spotlighted his
present involvement all too brightly. It was bad enough to be
forced into this, but to be unable to close off the conscious
mind to be forced to think on it~concentrate on it mercilessly as
it took place that was agony. Especially when it was so damned
enjoyable!
God! She's enjoying this as much as her mother does! The
little minx is literally eating me up! And I love it, God help
me! That little cant of hers is SO juicy and hot and squirmy, and
it grabs at me as if it were starrved! What in the name of God is
going to happen to us? Our family is being turned into a bunch of
perverted animals!
Darla could hear her father groaning, but she took it for the
sounds of his lustful enjoyment of her. Unaware of the misery he
was experiencing, she gloried in the way she was exciting him to
vocalize. It stirred her to even greater passion, and her
lubricant was literally streaming from her hyperstimulated glands.
"Fuck me hard! Oh-h-h-h! Fuck it into me! Dig it way up
inside me!" Her words were growled out as she lifted her mouth
from his to beg him for more. "Oh-h-h! ... Fill my whole cunt
with it! ... Oh-h-h! ... God! ... I'm leaving you! ... Don't
let me go empty! ... Squirt me full! ... Oh-h-h-h! ..." She
panted and gasped as she bucked around on his lap like a wildcat.
"Oh! Daddy! Fill me or kill me! I can't stand it hungry
and empty like this! Argh-h-h-h!" She stiffened as she reached
her peak and began to topple. Then she felt the pumping of his
pulsing fluids as they splashed against her innermost walls.
"God! I'm coming in you, Baby!" Fleming moaned as he loosed
himself. Then he was holding her tightly, pulling her soft
buttocks to him, pouring himself into her as deeply as he could,
even as he hated himself for it.
He toppled over backward on the bed, taking her with him.
They lay there, breathing heavily, still locked together, until
Fleming felt a strange sensation, as though he were being tickled
at the base of his now overly sensitized penis. Then his balls
were being tickled. He knew that Darla's hands were both on his
neck. What could be happening? He looked downward past the
creamy body that lay on top of him. A mass of flying black hair
was moving around at the edge of the bed. Then he looked up to
the mirror just opposite the sofa on a nearby wall, and he could
see what was taking place.
That damned Yvette! She's licking my cock and balls, and
slurping around Darla's little cant as if she were starving! My
God! What a bunch of perverts and sadists! I've got to get us
out of here! Quick!
He moved to separate them, wanting to halt the Frenchwoman's
intrusion into the episode. From seeing and smelling her, he
didn't want any part of her touching him or his. But as he felt
his limp member pull out of the snug sheath of his daughter's
vagina, the sucking sound it made was followed by another, similar
sound.
God! She's sucked me into her mouth! He tried to pull away
from the feasting harpy, but Darla's weight on top of him kept him
from freeing himself. And Yvette had both of Darla's legs in her
hands, one of them very high up. As Darla's hips began to gyrate,
he realized where that hand really was!
"Gerault!" he called out. "We've done what you told us to
do you have your pictures now let us out of here. What that
woman's doing has nothing to do with your pictures!"
"Monsieur Fleming! You would not begrudge the photographer a
small bonus, would you? She has had to watch very much and it
makes her very excited. Relax and allow her a little pleasure.
Then you can clean up and put on your clothes."
Fleming's head sank back on the bed, and he heaved a sigh of
resignation. He felt his member stiffening in spite of his
revulsion, as the girl expertly tongued its tingling surfaces.
Then it was rock-hard again, and she was sucking and milking it
with her mouth, while working her hand in the depths of Darla's
hot, wet flesh. Darla was moving wildly on top of her father as
the trained fingers delved into her.
Then Darla's head moved over her father, and her mouth found
his. She tongued his lips until they opened, and plunged her
tongue between them into his mouth. The feel of her warm breasts
on his chest, and the going-over Yvette was giving him, loosed his
animal once more.
He brought his own tongue into locked combat with Darla's,
and then he was sucking her tongue into his mouth, famished again
for the sweet nectar of her youthful juices. She was wiggling in
her excitement as Yvette worked at the center of her passion, and
began to moan into Fleming's mouth as she neared her goal.
Then he felt himself opening up. As Yvette took more and
more of him into her mouth, Darla took back her tongue, and then
sucked Fleming's up into her mouth with a surprising strength. He
felt his insides explode.
Darla bunched up in a writhing bundle as she popped her
release, and her hot, wet feathery flesh came down on his belly,
accompanied by Yvette's sloppy wet hand, and he was draining out
the tip of his member, as if the French girl were stealing his
soul. He groaned at the awful completeness of his orgasm; it
seemed as if it would never stop. Then he felt her mouth leave
his organ with a final, milking tug.
Darla, moaning faintly, rolled off him and lay beside him on
the bed. Both were replete. It was almost as if their insides
had been surgically removed.
Fleming looked up to see Yvette regaining her feet. She
lifted her filthy skirt with a shiny-wet hand and wiped her moist
face and chin. As she dried her face, her free hand massaged her
black-haired pubic mound, parting the thickened lips until her
dripping pinkness gleamed wetly at the observers.
"You can go to the bathroom, now," conceded Gerault.
"But I am not finish with them!" Yvette protested, rubbing
her swollen nether lips with one hand, and her upper lip and nose
with the other.
"Go see Le Boeuf, then. I want these people to rest.
Tomorrow, Monsieur Fleming goes for the money, ne c'est pas?"
Darla had pulled herself together and started for the
bathroom. Gerault followed her out of the room. Yvette pouted
sullenly, watching Fleming as he sat up on the edge of the sofa
bed. She walked over to him and thrust her hips out.
"Be nice to me. Give me some pleasure. You will not be
sorry!" She reached out and picked up his hand, trying to place
it in the wet nest of her excitement. He jerked it away from her
grasp with a curse.
"You filthy, stinking whore! I wouldn't touch your diseased
cunt for anything! You're lower than the dirtiest animal. You're
even worse than Gerault. At least he tries to look clean!" His
anger boiled up at the disgusting uncleanliness of her.
Gerault and Darla came back into the room, and the girl
started to dress as Fleming got to his feet and headed for the
bathroom. As he went into the hall, he heard Yvette yell after
him.
"I will make you sorry, rich American! No one can talk like
that to Yvette!" She lapsed into French, rattling it off at
Gerault, who had followed Fleming into the hall. He cut her off
with a few words, then accompanied Fleming to the bathroom.
When the victims had been led back to the cellar and
shackled, and the family was again left to themselves, Fleming
asked his daughter what the conversation was about. She was quiet
for a minute, then answered him in a low voice, so that the other
two could not hear.
"She was very angry with you for scorning her and calling her
names. To get evens she asked Gerault to give her Tommy to play
with."
"What did he say?" Fleming felt a chill travel up his back.
"He told her that he'd see after you left to get the money!"
"Damn! He can't do that! It's not part of the bargain. We
did everything they ordered and they have the pictures. Now I
have to get the money, or even if they release us those pictures
could turn up anywhere to haunt us. God! What a horrible mess!"
"Actually, Daddy Chuck, he can do anything he wants. Until
all of us are free, he has all the winning cards! You'd better
talk to him and try to reason with him about Tommy. It wouldn't
do to make him mad. He thinks you've caused him enough trouble by
refusing to pay the ransom in the first place."
Fleming studied his daughter's face, then took a quick look
at Ann and Tommy. Both had their eyes closed. He turned back to
Darla.
"You think so, too, don't you? You think I should have paid
when you first turned up missing, don't you?" His voice was
bitter. Darla couldn't be sure whether the bitterness was
directed at himself or at her. He could have come to the decision
that he'd been wrong in his lifelong opinions about ransoming. Or
he could just suspect that she blamed him for all they'd been put
through.
"You did what you thought was right, Daddy. No one could ask
you to act against the things you believe in. Like I told you
before, I'm proud that you had the courage of your convictions
when it came to a real test. I know it wasn't easy for you."
I Don't patronize me, Darla! " Fleming roared. He was
losing his grip on his temper as his frustrations increased.
After years of giving orders, he had been forced to take the kind
of orders that he wouldn't have believed anyone capable of giving.
His guilt at letting his personal convictions cause the capture
and torture of his whole family was now compounded by the guilt he
felt about the wildly sexual joy he'd experienced with his own
daughter. For her to sympathize with him now was another thorn of
guilt in his prickling hide. He blew up.
"Could it be that you're trying to keep me busy thinking
about how I got us all into this, just to tout me off the train of
thought you don't want me to follow? You wouldn't want me to
wonder, would you, about how accomplished a bed partner you are?"
Darla gasped, shocked at what he was insinuating.
"You're a regular bundle of passion, aren't you? A vixen who
loves cock so much she don't care how she has it or even if it's
her own father, by God!" He was panting as he sputtered the last
words.
Darla was sobbing, now She knew again the shame she had felt
before as she realized her unnatural passions for her father. But
one of the excuses she'd had was that he was a desirable person in
so many other ways. She couldn't get excited over just any male.
But her father had always been so special. He was so
understanding and gentlemanly and solicitous for others. This
wasn't like him at all. She felt lost truly lost for the first
time since the whole kidnapping thing had started. She was alone
in the midst of her family. The father she'd loved more than
anything in the world had turned against her. He hated her.
"Charles!" Ann's voice was like a sharp icicle piercing the
thick atmosphere of the cellar. Even in the depth of his angry
frustration, Fleming's ears burned at that address. When she
called him Charles, Ann was not about to agree with anything he
said or did. And the coldness of her tone now promised even more
than the usual rhubarb.
"If I weren't chained to this damned wall, I'd come over
there and beat you to death with your own damned pocket watch!"
Her tone had not gained any warmth since she first spoke to him.
"This whole family is suffering because they trusted you to
do the right thing. I could have raised hell back there at the
hotel and insisted you pay the ransom. Rut I let you make the
decisions. And I'm not about to cry on your shoulder now, just
because your handling of the affair has landed us here.
"But I'll be damned f I'll have you condemn that girl for
having the depth of sexuality she inherited in part from you! As
did your son! And I admit to at least half of the genes that are
responsible for their passionate natures.
"Just what the devil do you think Tommy and I were forced to
do up there? Play pattycake? We gave in to their threats in
pretty much the same way that I imagine you two did. And we did
things that mother and son should never in God's world do. And we
enjoyed it! Both of us! And we were sorry it happened. And we
talked it over like two intelligent, educated, enlightened people
should. And we decided not to let it ruin our lives.
"But that could all go by the board. You come along with
your self-pity and anger at your own weaknesses and accuse your
daughter of habitual promiscuity, and you can ruin all our lives!
"Well, you're not going to do it! I won't let you! This
mess is a time for all of us to stick together. And it seems to
be a time for revelations, too. Well, let me do a little
revealing of my own.
"You seem to be shocked to discover that your daughter is
responsive to the stimulation of a healthy male body controlled by
a mind that when it's thinking properly commands respect and
admiration. Would YOU rather she was a frigid bundle of
inhibitions that would go through life looking for a storybook
romance that never came?
"And don't tell me that you're unaware of that very normal
phenomenon known as a father fixation? Damned few girls don't
idolize their fathers, if the men are worth a damn at all. Take a
gal like that and force her, naked, into her father's naked arms,
and let her feel his naked cock against her very vulnerable body,
and what do you have?"
Ann paused for breath, but not for long. She was fighting
for the very foundations of her family, and the battle was going
against her by its very nature. It was an unprecedented situation
for any family to find itself in.
"We've been forced to learn a lot about ourselves, and about
each other. At least that holds true between Tommy and me, and
between Darla and you, Charles! And we may not be pleased with
what we learn, but we can surely forgive in others the same
weaknesses we find in ourselves; and in case there are any doubts,
let me hear you right now, Charles Eldon Fleming, deny before God
and your family that you did not find pleasure in the incestuous
relationship you were forced into with your own daughter! Go on!
Let's hear it for old Charlie!"
Fleming came apart. He began to sob great, tearing, gasping
sobs as he broke under Ann's complete spotlighting of his
weaknesses. When he could get his breath, he tried to speak.
"God, I'm sorry! Can you forgive me? Any of you?"
"I forgive you Daddy," said Darla, crying herself at the
emotions which tore through her.
"Sure, Dad," said Tommy, shakily. "Like Mom says, we all
were forced to learn all too much about ourselves. I sure
couldn't cast the first stone, the second, or the third."
It was quiet for a minutes then Fleming dared to ask the
question. "Ann?"
He waited, and as he waited, he thought. Then he knew he
hadn't said enough.
"Ann, I know that I have to ask your forgiveness especially.
You gave me the two finest kids there are, anywhere, and I've not
only let them down, but I've caused them unnecessary misery. And
by implying that Darla had gone wrong, and that it angered me, I
intimated that it was her mother who was at fault.
"God! I don't know what came over me! Here I am, taking out
my mad and my helplessness, as Uncle Curt used to say, on the very
ones who should be applauded. Most kids would be in shock from
having to go through all this, but my whole damn family except me
is riding out the storm beautifully. I'm not too sure I want to
get out of this alive, myself. As long as I can get the rest of
you free. I'm not sure I'll be able to live with myself after
this."
"Chuck," Ann's voice came softly to him, and he got up the
courage to look over at her for the first time since she'd scalded
him with her words. "You've been carrying the load for all of us.
Sure, each one of us suffers from all this. But who is it that
the other three have been looking to for a way out? Who's been
straining his brain to figure out how to protect the people he's
always been responsible for? With all you've had on your mind, it
took the very worst straw to break the camel's back. I think
you've done pretty well. How about it, kids?" In unison, Darla
and Tommy answered her.
"You'd better believe it!" Everyone chuckled at their
simultaneous use of the same words. Then, as the laughing died
down, Fleming spoke.
"We'd better make use of whatever time we have left. I think
I'm supposed to be dropped off somewhere in Marseilles in the
morning. I'm supposed to get the money, then be brought back
here. By the way the price has doubled. But that's nothing. I
hope you all know that it wasn't the money that made me refuse
before." They all assured him that they knew that.
"Holy cow!" said Tommy, "I've seen you give bigger checks to
the USO than what they asked to release Darla!"
"Well," replied Fleming, "just so you understand that I did
what I did because I thought it was the sensible thing to do,
based on my own observations of past kidnappings throughout
history."
"Daddy! Since you know where we are, from my description,
you can bring the police back here, can't you?" Darla asked.
"I'm going to have to play it pretty cagey," said Fleming.
"I can't be sure what they might have up their sleeve. I know for
one thing ,Yvette has eyes for Tommy, and that Gerault has half-
promised her she could have him for a playmate once I start for
Marseilles. We've got to think of some way to stop that. Can you
imagine that filthy, smelly woman getting that close to you?"
"Yukh-h-h-h!" said Tommy, feeling his insides squirm
sickeningly. "She made a pitch earlier, when I was washing up in
the bathroom. I almost tossed my cookies when she exposed herself
to me. Why would anyone want to be so stinking dirty?"
"We'll probably never know, thank God!" said Ann. "But
we've got to think about how to keep her from contacting any of
us. Heaven knows what kind of diseases she's liable to carry."
"I'm going to refuse to bring back the money unless she goes
along to Marseilles," said Fleming. "I'll insist on her
accompanying me when they drive me to wherever they're going to
let me off. That's the only way I can think of to derail whatever
train of thought she has about Tommy."
"where could the Moroccan be, I wonder," mused Tommy "I
haven't seen him since be was down here earlier, just before Mom
and I were taken upstairs."
"I don't think that Le Boeuf really likes Gerault, although
he takes orders from him," said Darla. "Le Boeuf seems to have a
little conscience, and I think he hates the way Gerault enjoys
being sadistic with us."
"Maybe so," replied Fleming. "But he also could be out
somewhere laying some kind of groundwork for tomorrow. After all,
they have to plan pretty carefully before they turn me out some
place in the city, and they'll probably have me followed while I
go to get the money."
"I'm curious about how you're going to contact them after you
get it," Tommy said. "They must have something pretty sneaky
figured out after all, you might be suspected of having yourself
followed by the police or something."
"I imagine they'll contact me. Probably have me return to
the area where they let me off and wait until they're sure I
wasn't followed before they reveal themselves."
"However it's done, you can be sure they'll take plenty of
precautions to protect themselves," said Ann. "Be careful every
minute, Chuck! Don't take chances!"
"I won't," Fleming promised. "If I did something stupid, and
they decided to kill me, you might all be left here to rot in this
Godforsaken dungeon. You can bet I'll be plenty careful!"
