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Chapter 3 Carrot and Stick
“What happened outside was unfortunate and totally unnecessary. In order to make certain it does not happen again, you must understand that your enthusiastic participation is required and we will go to whatever lengths are necessary to make that happen. Our approach is based on the carrot and stick. Watch the monitor, please,” said Dayana wielding a remote control like it was a weapon.
We were seated at a U-shaped table facing a screen that Warren later informed me was the largest plasma commercially available, a 102 inch high definition model that cost $100,000. It made our 27 inch Panasonic tube look hopelessly out of date.
Our bagged clothes had been hauled away by one of the uniforms. My molded briefcase was parked under the table by my leg. The pain of my recent beating was slowly going away except for my throbbing clit. Having a police baton smack down on your love button leaves a lasting impression. Still, I vividly remember how much it hurt and how I would do anything to avoid another beating.
“God, how I would love to watch the Red Sox on that baby,” whispered Warren. For some reason, he refused to acknowledge the gravity of our situation. My virtue and that of our daughters were at risk not to say his and Bryan’s. He was in denial.
The room was enormous and the furnishings were sumptuous and modern with a Mayan flair. As soon as we were seated, pretty young Mexican girls topless except for ridiculously short skirts delivered plates of chilled fruit. They openly flirted with the men including Bryan and Doug. I couldn’t overhear what they were whispering to the boys who got wide eyed at what they said. Men are so weak when it comes to pretty women of no morals.
As soon as Dayana pressed a button, shades came down darkening the room as the screen flickered to life.
On screen, a shrieking nude female was being strapped by two guards into a wooden armchair in the same room we were sitting. I recognized the uniforms as Manuel and Escobar. That very armchair equipped with leather straps stood empty nearby.
“Please, no,” screamed the woman as they buckled her wrists and ankles to the chair arms and legs. A wide leather band secured her waist to the chair back. The almost hysterical woman was completely immobilized except for head. A close up clearly showed the terror in her eyes.
Dayana paused the video to comment. “At first, Deidre refused to participate and we had to apply the hooks and the cane. It is a very painful punishment that will happen to you, Ladies, if you refuse to do as you are told.”
I wanted to avert my eyes but it wasn’t possible to direct my view away from the screaming woman. I stared as the guards rolled a small blood stained table to where it pressed against her breast bone. They adjusted the table’s height to where it supported her large breasts. I’d guess a double D cup and honestly, sagging. She was past my age and out of shape. Wes later characterized her as a MILF but past her prime.
“My God, that is pure savagery,” said Michelle watching as one of the guards inserted an oversized fishing hook in the bottom of Deidre’s breast and forced it out the top. Blood spurted then dripped on the table top. Deidre started to scream, lost her breath then let out an ear piercing howl.
Just the sight of that hook being forced through her breast caused me and the rest of the girls to wince as we folded our arms protectively over our mammary. That must have really hurt. But there was worse to come.
As soon as a similar hook was applied to the other breast, the guards attached an elastic chord to each hook’s eye. They pulled the chords until her breasts looked like they were about to be ripped off then secured them leaving her boobs stretched halfway across the table. Deidre was screaming her head off. In between screams, she was begging for them to let her go and promising to do anything they wanted.
She kept offering, “I’ll felch his ass. I’ll suck him dry and swallow it. Please let me go. I’ll do it. I swear by Almighty God.”
I had no idea what the word felch meant but I was about to learn. Just when you thought things could not get worse for poor Deidre, a nude Carolina stepped forward brandishing a flexible cane that reminded me of an old fashioned buggy whip like the one in my grandfather’s carriage house. With a maniacal grin on her beautiful puss she delivered a blow that not only sounded like a shot but created a bright red whelp on the top of both breasts.
Deidre jumped a good six inches in spite of her restraints. Tiny drops of blood appeared along the red line. Her screams broke her previous decibel record. Carolina delivered four more blows before Deidre fainted. They woke her up by spritzing hydrogen peroxide on the cuts in her boobs. She shook violently as the antiseptic worked its way into the open wounds.
“Are you going to give us any more trouble, Deidre,” asked the on screen Carolina?
“No, I promise just don’t hurt me anymore,” said a teary eyed Deidre as the screen faded to black.
When I looked down, I saw that my arms were wrapped so tight over my breasts I could barely breathe. Dayanna’s object lesson worked. We were completely cowed.
There was no way I was going to do anything that would get me hooked and caned. The video continued on and I learned what felch meant. How utterly disgusting! I found it hard to believe people were capable of such an unsanitary and unnatural act.
On screen the scene changed to Deidre part of a threesome. She was kneeling at the rear of a much older man sodomising a much younger man, actually a boy. It turned out to be daughter, father and grandson relationship. I don’t in any way approve of homosexuality but I had no choice other than to watch. Deidre was masturbating as she applied her lips to the old man’s sphincter. The youth grunted each time the man thrust forward.
When the older man took his penis out of the younger man’s anus, he presented it to Deidre who eagerly took it in her mouth and pleasured it with her lips and tongue. I found the prospect of performing orally on a penis just removed from another’s rectum appalling. It was hard to imagine anything more revolting.
As to poor Deidre, her breasts were heavily made up but even the thick pan cake makeup could not completely hide the holes left by the hooks and the raised welts created by the cane. The stretching also took its toll. Her nipples practically grazed the floor.
I knew such horrible perversity exists in this evil Godless world but I had no idea I would ever be subjected to it. Having to watch such depravity was in my opinion a terrible punishment in itself but when I looked at my husband’s face, I could see that he was fascinated by what he saw. His hand was below the table and from the motion in his arm; he was masturbating. Warren later admitted that he found it erotic.
Back into the son’s anus went grandfather’s penis. Minutes later, the older man reared and climaxed. Deidre did not hesitate to place her mouth over her son’s gaped anus. The hollowness of her cheeks indicating she was applying suction. A minute later, the camera focused on her open mouth. Her tongue was covered with yucky green semen. She swallowed then opened her now empty mouth and smiled at the camera.
“Is that felching,” I asked Michelle in a whisper.
“Yes, it’s about as hardcore as sex can get,” responded Michelle. “I’ve never done it but one of my friends is into threesomes and she has felched her boyfriend’s ass.”
The thought of having to suck semen from a man or woman’s bowels nauseated me.
“So ladies, if you are planning to disobey the director’s instructions, you will suffer Deidre’s fate as will the other females of your family. Just to make matters crystal clear, any more trouble from you, Kathy, will result in Celia, Wendy, and yourself having your breasts hooked and caned. The same holds for you, Michelle. Understood?” said Dayana.
“Say you understand, Mom,” blurted out a terrified Celia.
“I understand,” I said wondering how I would overcome my aversion to such unnatural acts. I silently prayed to God for the strength to do what I must to protect my family.
“For the men, we do something different,” said Dayana restarting the video.
This time it was a much younger man who was obviously an athlete. He was laying spread eagle on his back with his wrists and ankles restrained. A leather strap tightly circled his testicles separating them in two bright red balls. A rope tied to a ring on the strap was threaded through an overhead pulley. At the end of the rope was a hook that Carolina kept attaching weights.
“You’re ripping my nuts off,” screamed the young man.
“Don’t be such a baby. They’ll take another ten pounds,” said Carolina causing the rope to swing.
“Please, Brad, tell her you’ll fuck me and Mom. I don’t care if you’re my brother,” yelled a female from off camera.
“No, I can’t, Laura. It’s not right,” screamed Brad.
Carolina added more weight. I was surprised at how far his scrotum could stretch. The skin had turned a dark red. She pushed the suspended weights causing Brad to scream. As if that wasn’t enough, she lifted the weights slightly and let them drop. Brad writhed in pain.
“Please stop, Carolina, you’ll pull his balls off,” begged off screen Laura.
Carolina ignored the request as she reached into a near by drawer and removed two items I vaguely recognized. They resembled the timpani sticks used by the Boston Pops to play the kettle drums. Later I learned they were an adaptive use of actual timpani sticks know to the sick perverts of this world as ball beaters. It was amazing how the vacation expanded my sexual vocabulary.
Constructed of a two foot wooden handle ending in a hard rubber ball they were ideal for engaging in an extreme form of cock and ball torture. When I subsequently attended a Boston Pops concert during the July 4th celebration where the 1812 Overture requires a heavy participation of kettle drums simulating Napoleon’s cannon firing at the Battle of Borodino I could not help but recall poor Brad screaming his head off as Carolina pounded his testicles into ravioli.
A song I recalled was playing on the video’s soundtrack. The name was. “I love Candy,” and it was considered of the best drum songs of the rock and roll era. I know something about music.
Carolina apparently knew how to play the drums. She took a stick in each hand, tossed them in the air and caught them to demonstrate her expertise then began to alternately strike Brad’s overstretched gonads as if she were playing drums in a heavy metal band. She quickly developed a rhythm. Based on Brad’s screams which rose in intensity as Carolina increased the pace, I would say he was in total agony.
“Are you ready to do as we say, Brad?” asked Carolina taking a break.
“For the love of God, Brad, say you will,” screamed Laura from off camera.
“All right, I’ll fuck her,” screamed Brad. “I’ll fuck Mom, too. I’ll even fuck Dad; just don’t hit my balls anymore.”
“Good, it’s just too bad you made us waste our time this way. Now I have to beat your father and little brother’s balls,” said Carolina causing a rash of off camera screams and pleas.
After a fade to black, we watched Brad having sexual intercourse with two women we assumed were his mother and sister. The older woman looked to be in her fifties. He slammed hard into both them in spite of his swollen testicles.
“That’s right, Bradley, fuck your mother. Give her a machine gun fucking. Hammer this old bitch until she bleeds,” said the older lady as he pounded her ass. Brad’s sister, Laura, was at his rear licking his anus.
“Are there any questions,” asked Dayana as she turned off the video player and commanded the blinds to rise?
“What is it that you want us to do? I’m confused,” said Michelle. “Why are we here?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. How forgetful of me. All of you are going to star in an adult feature film. Once we’re done, you will be returned unharmed to the Ritz to enjoy the remainder of your vacation,” said Dayana.
My mouth dropped open. “You mean pornography?”
“Exactly,” said Dayana. “But we use the term adult film.”
“We’re not porn stars,” said Warren.
“Actually, Warren, you have the cock of a male porn star. And you’re not bad either Wes. Don Delgado wants fresh faces and he prefers true incest. He’s a fan of cinema verite having studied the films of Bresson and Goddard. That’s why we chose you after looking at the images Robbie made at your Thanksgiving,” said Dayana.
Now I knew why Robbie insisted on taking dozens of pictures. “That’s absurd. We don’t know anything about making porn, I mean adult films,” My head was spinning. I kept thinking I was going to wake up and find Warren on top of me giving me the machine gun treatment.
“Do not be concerned with your lack of experience. We have a highly competent crew to guide you. Carolina and I have prepared a detailed screen play we will be shooting over the next four days. Your lines will scroll through the teleprompter at the exact right moment. Our previous film involved families much like yours and production problems were minimal,” said Dayana dismissing our concerns.
“Don’t you have to be twenty one to be in porn,” asked Wes?
“It’s eighteen, Dad,” corrected April.
How did April know that I asked myself? Children today know far too much about the seamy side of sex.
“It’s eighteen in the United States but we are in Mexico and for that matter, Don Delgado is the law here,” sad Dayana.
“Celia and April are only fourteen,” I said.
“This will be their opportunity to fully experience a range of sexual activities at a young age. You’re quite lucky in that regard,” said Dayana to the girls.
“I’ll be fifteen next month,” added Celia unhelpfully. God help me but she was at a difficult age.
“Our daughters have signed a pledge to remain virgins until they are married. Have you heard of the Silver Ring Thing?” said Michelle.
“Celia, April, I pledge you that you will not leave here a virgin. You will have experienced every imaginable form of sexual congress,” said Dayana laughing.
“You will have sex with so many other boys and girls, you will forget how many,” said Carolina smiling. “That silly ring thing will be forgotten.”
“If it’s a problem, you can return to your country and find a surgeon who restore hymens and be re-virginized,” said Dayana. “Then you can make another pledge.”
“This is insane,” I said. “We won’t do it.”
“Shut the fuck up, Kathy,” said Warren. “You’re going to get Bryan and my balls beaten to a pulp.”
“Kathy, I’m not a virgin and I prefer going along to being tortured,” said Wendy the voice of reason.
Perhaps Wendy was more like her mother than I thought. Wendy had assured me on several occasions she was a virgin in spite of dating several boys not all of whom I approved.
“Don’t worry. Kathy is going along too. Won’t you?’ said Warren sounding downright threatening for the first time in all the years we had been married.
“We don’t have any choice, Kat,” said Michelle. “The Chinese have a saying. If rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
Everyone was looking at me. Actually glowering at me was more accurate. “All right, I’ll make your adult film.”
“Good, we Tates are going to do what you want. You mentioned carrot and stick,” said Warren his lawyer’s mind never forgetting a detail.
I honestly felt that if I had opened my mouth, Warren would have struck me. The other members of my family were giving me menacing looks.
“You won’t get a problem from any of the Evans either,” added Wes. “We’ll give it our all.”
“And as for the carrot each family will receive $125,000 to take home,” said Dayana.
“That’s very generous,” said Warren obviously pleased. The Tate family had been under financial strain the last year. “Is it tax free?”
“The money will be in cash. It’s your choice whether to pay taxes,” said Dayana. “I’m afraid we’re running late so we need to move on. Open your brief cases and take out the form titled Personal Release. There is a pen for you to keep. Please sign and date the last page.”
I’m a paralegal three days a week so I recognized the form. Basically, we were agreeing that any images of us were the undisputed property of Cozumel Adult Films and we relinquished all current and future rights. Warren and I had to add our signatures to Bryan and Celia’s forms since they were minors. From somewhere, a notary public appeared to apply his signature and seal. I had just agreed to my underage daughter and son performing in a pornographic film, not exactly a recommendation for mother of the year.
When we finished signing, Carolina collected the forms and Dayana proceeded with orientation.
“Along with a copy of the screen play, your brief case contained several different items falling under the general category of marital aids. Dildos, vibrators, and anal toys along with several kinds of lubricant are provided. When filming is complete, the briefcase and its content are yours to keep,” said Dayana.
“What are these for, Mom,” asked Bryan holding up something I recognized but was too embarrassed to admit.
Sensing my shame, Michelle answered for me. “They’re weighted nipple clamps, Bryan. It’s for sado-masochistic sex.”
“You put these on your boobs, really,” questioned Bryan opening and closing the saw toothed alligator clamp.
“That’s got to hurt,” said Doug reaching to pinch Bryan’s nipple. What a time for boyish horse play.
“They’re supposed to hurt. Let’s give them a try to test your commitment to our film. Put them on your mother’s breasts, Bryan,” said Dayana moving quickly to establish whether I was truly willing to participate. Also I wasn’t finished paying for defying her at the start.
“No way, Mom would kill me,” said Bryan.
“If you don’t, Carolina will punish you and your father. She’ll beat your sweet little gonads until you are half out of your mind. In the end, you’ll do as you’re told. Why make everything painful and difficult?” said Dayana looking annoyed.
“Do as Dayana says, Bryan,” chimed in Warren in a tone that brooked no contradiction.
My husband is a terrible baby when it comes to physical pain. There was no way he was going to object if it meant getting his testicles flattened.
“You too, Douglas,” said Dayana. “Your mother wants you to clamp her tits. Don’t you, Michelle?”
“Yes, come put them on Mommy like Dayana says,” said Michelle cupping her breasts offering them to her son. She later admitted she was trying to show me some leadership.
It was obvious that between bastinado by the guards and the punishment videos, there was no fight left in any of us. Still, it was one of the most embarrassing and humiliating moments in my life thus far.
“Bryan’s cock has the right attitude,” said Carolina noting that my son had an erection. He takes after his father when it came to size.
“Hold it Kathy. Feel your son’s hard cock in your hand. Stroke it,” said Carolina when Bryan hesitantly reached to put the clamp on my left nipple.
For the second time in my life I held a male organ in my hand. I could feel it becoming more erect as I moved my hand along the shaft.
“Don’t hurry, Boys. First you have to suck the nipple to make it long and erect. You too, Doug, take your Mom’s nipple and suck it, pull it with your teeth. Make her horny for your touch. Carolina will demonstrate.”
Carolina licked around my nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard. My body betrayed me and I moaned.
“Mothers, did you breast feed Bryan and Doug when they were babies,” asked Dayana as Carolina demonstrated?
“Yes,” I said summoning all the will I had to not panic and run as Carolina’s mouth covered the tip of my breast.
“Yes, the greedy little bastard almost chewed my nipples off,” said Michelle.
“See how her nipple has grown,” said Carolina lifting my boob for all to see my now extended bud as she offered it to Bryan. “Now, it’s your turn, Handsome. Suck Mommy’s big tit like you did when you were a baby.”
“Jerk his cock as while he sucks,” said Dayana. “Always encourage your partner.”
Totally cowed, I reached down and once again began to stroke Bryan’s erect cock. It felt so warm and hard in my hand. Wasn’t it unnatural for a son to desire his own mother? A vision of Bryan mounted on my body thrusting into my sex filled my brain. Dayana was turning my world upside down.
“Feels good, Mom,” breathed Bryan as I stroked him.
A minute later I hissed in pain as Bryan allowed the alligator teeth to snap on my elongated nipple. I focused on stroking his very hot and hard cock as he attacked the other nipple with his mouth. He sucked so hard it hurt. Much to my dismay, I squeezed my thighs together causing a low moan to escape from the back of my throat.
“Your slut Mom is getting off jacking Bryan,” said April a superior tone to her voice.
“She’s two faced about sex. She tells me not to touch other boys but she jerks off my brother,” said Celia with all the disdain she could muster.
I glanced over at Michelle who had closed her eyes and given herself over to the moment. Michelle was much more relaxed about sex than me but masturbating her son tested her limits. But with the image of those oversized fish hooks ripping through Deidre’s breasts burned into our brain, we did as we were told.
Supposing that we ultimately survived and got home unharmed, I had no idea how we’re going to process what was happening. I couldn’t picture myself telling Reverend Dougherty I’d engaged in sex play with my son. A cameraman was barely inches away filming our incestuous acts.
The second clamp bit into the base of my nipple. I exhaled at the intense pain; somehow managing to keep stroking Bryan’s rock hard phallus. It hurt so badly tears filled my eyes. I found it hard to believe that certain people associated such instruments of torture with sexual pleasure.
“Now kneel down, Moms, and allow your sons to finish in your mouth,” said Dayana.
I wanted to die of shame. But if I refused, my little Celia would be seated at that table with hooks in her breast while Carolina caned her into unconsciousness. What was my shame and humiliation compared to that? Celia would never forgive me for my lack of courage.
I glanced over at Michelle as she slowly fell to her knees. Blood was dripping off her nipples. Eyes closed she placed her lips on Doug’s cock and licked the head. Doug placed his hand on the back of Michelle’s head to push his penis deep into her throat causing her to gag. The callow youth showing no concern for the woman who brought him into the world tossed his head back and sighed, “Nice, very nice, take every inch, Mommy.”
A glance in Dayana’s direction made my decision. Her expression held no compassion for my degradation. I slipped down to my knees, took a deep breath, and placed my lips on Bryan’s cock. Pretend it’s Warren’s I told myself as I washed my tongue over the head while my hands massaged his scrotum.
“Let’s cheer them on, families. First one to get a mouthful of come wins five hundred dollars,” said Dayana holding five Ben Franklins in her raised hand.
I suppose the money was the carrot and the nipple clamps the stick in Dayana’s sick mind. Regardless, it worked. I tuned out the world and went to work while the rest shouted encouragement.
“Suck his dick, Kathy. Make him shoot,” yelled Warren who later admitted that watching Carolina play Brad’s balls like they were kettle drums so terrified him, he chose to cooperate enthusiastically.
“Come on, Mom. Drain his nuts,” shouted April to her Mom.
The rest of the Tates and Evans joined in to shout encouragement. Had we lost our collective minds? Was it greed or the inevitability of our situation? Later, I decided that Dayana’s punishment videos and the possibility of $125,000 tax free had an enormous impact on all our psyches. Dayana had made her argument all too well. What was the point of resisting when they would make you ultimately agree after you paid a horrible price?
I drew on the practices of The Joy of Sex video massaging Bryan’s balls as I moved my lips up and down the shaft. Like in the video, I gave them a little spank to encourage him.
“Going to blow, Mom,” said Bryan taking a firm grip on my head while using his hips to thrust into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow until I say so,” said Dayana.
We won the perverse contest and I give Bryan the credit. Dayana must have agreed because she handed him the five hundred which my greedy little son quickly tucked into a pocket of his briefcase. He actually seemed proud of what he had done to his mother. Later, he candidly told me he often fantasized about having intercourse with me. He’d read in a psychology text that it was natural for boys to desire their mothers and that Freud had named the condition the Oedipus Complex.
The fact that I had just committed the horrible sin of incest was not lost on me. Regardless of circumstances I would go to my grave with that stain upon my soul. The taste of Bryan’s semen remained in my mouth as I quietly wept at my shame.
I was left kneeling with a mouthful of semen and firmly clamped nipples that were screaming in pain. Back when Warren and I were first married, I performed orally for a brief period. When he ejaculated in my mouth I immediately ran into the bathroom to spit it into the basin then spent the next twenty minutes brushing my teeth and gargling mouth wash. Warren found my behavior so disagreeable; he gave us asking for oral sex until last night when he ejaculated on my face. I suppose I was receiving payback for failing to service my husband.
Michelle and Doug finished a half minute later.
“Now you two mothers French kiss and swap your son’s come,” said Carolina taking Michelle and my hand so we faced one another.
No choice I told myself as we embraced. I had never kissed a woman before in that way. As our families watched and applauded, we engaged in a long passionate kiss as the two loads of semen mixed. I admit to being aroused. I’m not made of stone.
“You can swallow now. Let’s show our appreciation of two excellent blowjobs,” said Dayana clapping. Immediately, everyone joined including the two camera men.
“Let’s get these off,” said Dayana taking hold of the weights and jerking off the clamps in one swift movement.
“Shit, that hurts,” I screamed as I grabbed my protesting breasts. More tears came into my eyes. Michelle screamed as Carolina jerked hers off. It was one brutal thing to do. It felt like my nipples had been ripped off but when I looked down they were still present but raw and bloody.
“Wouldn’t want you to get infected,” said Dayana spraying then with hydrogen peroxide thereby initiating another round of stinging agony.
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