Unmasked Finally Written by Thunderbolt1234, Raidrlsr@aol.com Warning 18 or older or get off my story All characters are property of others this story contains very descriptive scenes of sex , bondage, murder, rape, incest. Ch 1 Smith walked in pulling both women behind him. Inside the palatial mansion Brenda could see many men dressed in tuxedos. Each man had either one or two women on leashes at their feet. Carl moved to the middle of the room pulling Lydia and Brenda as he did. A large man in a white tux approached Carl and both spoke. Lydia could see the woman at the man’s feet had a recently pierced labia. She also had been crying from the look of her eyes. Brenda tried to stay as still as she could but her body would tremble and she could feel an orgasm beginning. She also had trouble concentrating. “Lydia, I can’t seem to think straight, how…how did we get here?” Lydia was about to answer when Smith yanked both leashes and made the woman gag. He leaned down to a choking Brenda. “Don’t talk, you are bitch dogs, dogs like you do not talk…get me?” Brenda nodded. “Yes Carl, anything you say.” Then the former heroine caught what she had said and shook her head. She tried to figure out why she was so cooperative…then tried to figure out why she wasn’t just cooperating. Lydia moved to Carl and tugged his pant leg. “I need to pee; can you take me to the ladies room?’ Smith nodded and moved across the main ballroom. Both women crawled as fast as they could to keep up with him. Carl took them outside and near a tree. “Well…go!” Lydia looked at Carl and shook her head. “I’m not peeing out here, no way!” Carl lifted the leash so Lydia now hung in the air. “You’re a fucking bitch remember; now you piss like a bitch.” Another man approached and pulled a woman behind him. This woman was busty and also severely bruised. “They not obeying, yea I had the same problem, but a good ass kicking is all you need.” Smith laughed and agreed. “Yes, I’m about tired of the shit they pull, but they will learn.” Lydia began to cry as she squatted and released her bladder. Brenda watched and without knowing, smiled. Carl waited until Lydia was finished and walked away as the other man’s bitch squatted and grunted a shit. “Maybe I will take his advice Lydia, maybe you just need to be beaten.” The party went on for several hours and both women had to remain on their knees for the entire time. Several men carrying trays began to move about the party and the women watched as the servants put small bowls on the floor in front of them. Lydia looked and almost gagged, it was dog food. She was about to whisper to Brenda when she gasped. Brenda was eating the food voraciously. “Brenda…its fucking dog food, stop!” Brenda looked at Lydia, food dripping from her mouth. “Carl told me to eat it, he told me to!” Lydia looked at her friend with horror; she was obeying everything Carl told her to do. “Brenda…!” Lydia just looked at the disgusting slop and gagged. The servants now moved about handing Champagne to each male guest. Lydia shook her head as she watched Brenda lick the bowl clean. Smith knelt and ran his hand over Brenda’s ass. “Good girl, maybe I will give you a treat later.” The party went on for more then an hour. Talk, laughter and hand shaking, then one servant walked around with a large ornate bowl. Each guest reached in the bowl and withdrew a small key. Smith dropped the leashes he held and walked around the room. Now the men sauntered around looking at each leashed woman. Lydia watched one man try his key in a small lock hole on the back of Brenda’s mask. She felt a cold chill and thought to herself. “Oh god, they are going to take off our masks!” She felt man after man try their key in her mask, then she froze, a man put his key in and it clicked. “Hell yes, bingo, I got this one!” He leaned down and kneaded her large breasts. “Damn look at the set on you, to bad I can’t tit fuck you.” Lydia calmed down when she realized the key didn’t open the mask. Then she shrieked in agony as the man rammed a ten inch cock in her anus. “ARGHHHHH GGOOOOOD NO YOU ARE TO BIGGGGG!” A sharp pain made Lydia aware the sensitive tissue of her asshole had torn and she was bleeding. The man just grunted and pounded his cock in her as hard as he could. “PLEASE OH GGGOD USE LUBE ANYTHING!” To her right, she listened as Brenda moaned in ecstasy. A huge fat man had the correct key for her mask and had penetrated her ass. His face was contorted in bliss. “Oh god fuck me…fuck my ass!” The man laughed and slapped one of Brenda’s ass cheeks. The former heroine shook as an orgasm ripped through her body. “Hell yea, I made this one cum…I made the bitch cum!” Lydia cried in pain. She openly begged for the man to stop. The assailant continued to pound the young teen. “St…stop, fuck no, your ass is mine!” Brenda now pushed back against the fat man making him fuck her harder. Soon, the man cried out and thrust his cock deep. He ejaculated and threw his head back yelling. “Hell yes, god damn what an ass!” He stood letting his wet cock plop out of Brenda’s abused rectum. Wade fell on the floor shaking in what looked like a seizure. Her eyes rolled up in her head and in mid tremor, she farted squirting cum out her ass. The man fucking Lydia stiffened and climaxed. She could feel his cock pulsating with each spew of cum. “Oh yesss, damn what a butt!” All the women around Lydia where either being fucked or just laying in puddles of cum. It was hell. Carl walked back laughing, his cock sticking out of his pants. “Get up Brenda, you look like shit.” Smith grabbed the leash and yanked it up. Wade gagged and tried to push herself up but her hands slipped in cum. Carl grinned and grunted, holding the woman in a choked position. Lydia moved over to her friend and tried to help. Smith yelled at her. “Stay…sit bitch!” Lydia stopped and without any hesitation, sat. Brenda now just hung, her eyes closed. Smith dropped the woman and laughed. Another man walked over dragging a semi conscious woman by the leash and dropped her. He rolled Brenda over on her back and mounted her. Smith slid his belt off and with no care, began to whip the new girl. The leather strap struck the woman across the thighs and backside. She screamed a muffled scream and twisted into a fetal position. Carl whipped the woman, then dropped onto her and shoved his cock in her cunt. The woman groaned in her mask, then passed out because of the pain. Smith fucked the woman whose body just flopped around as he did. It didn’t take him long to cry out and cum deep in the woman. Lying on top of Brenda, the new assailant reached down between his legs and aimed his cock at her wet pussy lips. With a shove, he penetrated her. Brenda lay out cold, her huge tits bounced around her chest, hitting her face. Lydia closed her eyes and with no control of her body, began to rub her clit and brought herself to orgasm. For the rest of the evening, Brenda was raped by seven different men. Lydia played with herself and climaxed over and over. The woman at the party either got fucked or beaten. Ch 2 The next morning Carl awoke next to Brenda who lying lightly snoring. Smith remembered having to toss her in the shower and wash her himself. Her neck was bruised and she had a fat lip. “Bet you never got fucked that many times.” He rose quietly from the bed and walked to where his pants lay. Searching around in his pocket he retrieved a small brown bottle. Smith opened the bottle and walked silently to Lydia’s bedroom. Although the teen locked her door, Carl had long ago had a key made so he could gain access. Inside, Lydia lay on her back sleeping soundly. Carl stood over her watching her huge breasts rise and fall against a stretched t-shirt. Smith drew a single drop of a brownish liquid into an eye dropper which acted as the lid. He carefully let the drop fall into Lydia’s mouth. The drug, a refined agent same as was in the Cognac the night before slid down the blonde’s throat. “You will obey Carl, everything he says.” Smith whispered into Lydia’s ear. She lightly repeated his command. Grets had the drug made to control spies which he found in his organization. It took time to work, but when at its potent, would give total control after a statement was said into the recipients ear. Smith now moved back to the bedroom with Brenda. He smiled seeing his future wife sleep. Carl remembered how angry and enraged she would get in her costume when he would ejaculate in her hair or slap her. Carl drew the eye dropper full, to its maximum. He recalled Grets words. “Don’t use more then a drop, it has bad neurological side effects, but for Wade, do it.” He leaned over and emptied the dropper into her mouth. Brenda swallowed the drug and moaned lightly. “You will obey Carl, he is your husband and you are his slave.” . I…am…his…slave.” Soon, both women awoke and although sore began their daily routine. Lydia went to her college classes and Brenda just relaxed at the mansion. Carl noticed something. Brenda was now drinking Champagne…a lot of Champagne. “Um Brenda, your kinda overdoing the wine, you may want to slow down.” Wade grinned and with slurred words, responded. “I am f…fine, don’t worry about…me.” He remembered Grets telling him a side effect of overdose when using the drug would be a dependency, an addiction. Carl stood and beckoned her to him. “Come here, I got a surprise for you.” Brenda upended and emptied a bottle of Dom Perignon. “Sure…honey.” The woman staggered and almost fell following Smith. He led her to the lower floor library and smiled. “Tah dah!” Brenda caught her breath. A beautiful white wedding gown stood on a mannequin. “Oh Carl, it’s so pretty, is it…mine?” Carl led her by her hand and kissed her cheek. “Yes it’s yours, put it on.” Brenda slipped off her t-shirt, shorts and panties, then donned the gown. Carl enjoyed watching her nude body as she struggled to stand. Soon, she stood in her wedding dress. Brenda smiled and looked in a large mirror. “I’ve always dreamed of getting married, having a child, settling down , I…love you Carl, you are my…master.” Brenda stopped a moment and thought about what she said, then smiled and said the statement again. Smith grinned, kissed her cheek, then kissed her lips, their tongues caressing each other. Carl excused himself and returned in a black tux and to Brenda’s surprise a man accompanied him. “Who…who is this?” Carl stood next to her and took her hand. “It’s a friend of mine named Phil Richfield, a justice of the peace.” Brenda stood smiling and almost fell as she mumbled something incoherent. Richfield began the basic wedding vows and in less then an hour, Brenda Wade was now Brenda Smith. Carl paid the justice a large sum of money and patted his back. “Remember, she was coherent, happy, and all legal.” Richfield counted the roll of cash and smiled. “All legal, she was glowing, a beautiful bride.” The justice departed and Carl turned to see Brenda passed out on a couch. “Stupid bitch, if you only new what I was doing.“ It took him a while but he muscled off the wedding gown and folded it back in the box it came in. “I can get my money back on this, and with some computer skills, we can make a nice photo for the newspapers.” Smith tossed the box on a desk nearby and undressed. “Time to have our honeymoon dear.” Carl dug out the drug bottle from his pocket and unscrewed the cap. He grinned an evil grin and slowly poured the entire contents in her mouth. Brenda involuntarily drank every drop. Smith whispered the message he always did. “Carl is your husband, and your master, you are his slave.” Brenda repeated the message. Carl moved Brenda onto her belly and spread her ass cheeks. He stuck his tongue in her butt hole and chewed. Brenda moaned and mumbled, drool dripping out of her mouth. Smith reached under the couch she lay on and retrieved her patriotic mask. He slid it on her face and grinned remembering the times had had fucked her through blackmail. Smith jammed one then two fingers in Ms Americana's anus. “Still tight as a fucking teenager, god I love your big ass!” Smith brutally finger fucked the former heroine laughing the whole time. He could hear her moaning over the wet sound of his fingers pumping her ass. “Time to tap that ass honey, baby, my love, my fucking wife.” Carl climbed on top of then heroine and with one thrust slid his cock in his new wife. Ms Americana cried out and mumbled into the couch pad. “Oh, please…it hurts, but it feels goooood.” Carl sodimized her for hours. Ch 3 Brenda lay on the couch she had passed out on. Smith stood in the secret closet where she and Lydia hid their costumes. On a table, Carl saw what he was looking for. The sonic disruptor was a simple device; it sent a powerful wave of sound and disintegrated what it was aimed at. Smith carried the device back to Brenda and with care, placed it on her lower stomach. He activated it. The life inside Brenda ended with a beep from the disruptor. “Sorry honey, I don’t want a kid, and you don’t want to be burdened by one in your future.” In the next week, Brenda would have a terrible period as she passed the aborted embryo. As drunk as she was all the time, she never noticed. A month passed and Brenda was now what Carl would call a full fledged alcoholic. He watched her drink bottles of Champagne all day. He had announced to the media he would not be running for re-election and would be just a husband to his new wife. Smith also got control of Brenda’s phone service, cell and office. Several calls came in from the district attorney Angela Grear, and from other women, all questioning her on her choice of a husband. Carl was angry at the women getting into his business. But he had control of Wade Industries, and total control of Brenda Wade. Without Lydia’s knowledge, he had also adopted her as his legal daughter. He told her and she squealed in delight. “I have a daddy, and oh god Carl, I love you!” She hugged and kissed him, then she kissed him passionately. “Yes, you’re my daddy, can I make you happy daddy?” Carl sat back looking at Brenda passed out on the couch. “Yes, make daddy happy.” Lydia unzipped her new father’s pants and dug out his already hard cock. She ran her hands over the shaft and squeezed the bulbous head. Her mouth took his cock in and with deliberate slowness; she began to suck off her new father. “Mmmm, daddy, what are we gonna do about “slurp” mommy?” Carl smiled then gasped feeling Lydia’s tongue lick his balls. “Mommy is going on a vacation, a long vacation.” Lydia stood licking her lips and teasing Carl, slowly pushed her short skirt and panties off. “And what about me, what happens to Lydia, I like expensive things, I like to live here.” Carl stood and pushed Lydia onto her back. She lay on the cold marble floor and gasped from the cold surface. Smith settled between her legs and prodded her pussy with his cock. She kissed him and bit his lip as he penetrated her wet pussy. “If you’re a good daughter, you can stay my daughter, if not I will get rid of you just like Brenda.” Lydia looked into Carl’s eyes and could see he wasn’t kidding. She had the slightest sad feeling. Something was wrong; she shouldn’t be acting like this. But she was imagining things, Carl was her master, it was as easy as that. Smith slow fucked his new daughter stopping now and then to just relax and look at her beauty. “Lydia, it was always you, I needed Brenda for her money, but I always wanted you.” Lydia smiled and hugged her father. “I will obey anything you say, I don’t know why, but I trust you.” Carl took her hand and led her to the couch Brenda was on. She smelled of wine and sweat which turned Carl on. Smith pushed Lydia onto all fours and entered her. The young teen moaned and pushed back against her new father. Carl looked at Brenda’s camel toe, her spandex pants stretched tight against her crotch. He pulled the material down and worked her pants over her hips. When he had them to her knees, he buried his face in her trimmed pussy. Her cunt was not wet but had the musky scent Carl loved. He pounded Lydia hard while pushing his tongue deep in Brenda’s pussy. The drunken Brenda moaned lightly but just remained oblivious to everything. The teen shoved herself back into Smith. “Oh god fuck me daddy…fuck me!” She closed her eyes tight and climaxed. Smith felt her tighten around his cock and he lost control. He pulled out of her and grabbed a handful of Brenda’s hair. Carl shot stream after stream of thick cum across her face. Lydia fell over onto her side laughing. Smith got up and showered with his daughter, fucking her again as the hot water ran over their bodies. Ch 4 The large warehouse was brightly lit by many florescent lights. Around a table, four men sat drinking shots of vodka and laughing. Ivan Grets held up a shot glass and spoke a toast. “Here is to our new wives, good fortune and lots of children.” Carl Smith sat with Grets’ brothers, Sergia and Igor. Ivan smiled and recounted his new wife. “I remember sitting in Tanya’s condominium. She came home from the television studio and jumped when she saw me sitting on her bed, her costume in my hand. I told her that I knew her secret identity and the identities of Azure Angel, and Amazing Babe.” “She stood dumbfounded when I told her she would do what I told her or I would reveal the information to the media.” Ivan laughed telling the men how he had torn off Tanya’s clothes and she just stood there letting him. He had never seen such big tits in his life and mauled them till they where red and raw. “I fucked her for over three hours until she was crying in pain. Then I made her make me a drink and forced her to drink Cognac.” Smith laughed remembering the results of the drug when mixed with alcohol. “It only took three doses and the dumb blonde was my slave.” Ivan remembered taking her to the party. To insult her, Grets forced her to defecate in public. “Where is she now Ivan?” Smith asked. Grets laughed and grabbed his crotch. I knocked her up, she is pregnant and all happy to be my new wife and having our child.” Smith grinned and took another drink. “Yes now that you are all married to United States citizens, you are now all legal and can not be deported.” Ivan held up a phone and displayed a picture of Tanya smiling in a lawn chair. She wore a skimpy pink bikini, her belly big and round. Sergia brought his phone out and flipped to a picture of Yumi Wong, his new wife also pregnant. “I confronted her at her apartment when she came back from doing her hero shit.” He flipped to another picture showing the young Asian sucking a cock and another with her face covered in cum. I told her who she was and the identity of the rest of the bitches. She agreed to obey me in return I wouldn’t tell the news about her and her friends. “I took her costume off and made her watch as I cut it up.” “She also drank the drug but in wine I had brought.” Sergia placed his phone on the table and shook his head. “I remember the party; the damn Asian cunt wouldn’t obey even with the drug.” Smith remembered and laughed. “Yea that’s the cunt I whipped with my belt then I fucked her. I hope it’s your kid Sergia, ha ha ha!” The men all laughed and drank more. “I don’t care who the kid is, I am married and they can’t deport me.” Ivan patted his brother on his back. “Yes and you have a hot young wife.” Igor smiled, drank another shot and recalled how he got control of Jessica Lockhart. “She sat at a bus stop and I sat next to her and called her Amazing Babe.” “The dumb bitch denied it then I told her the identities of Ms Americana, Azure Angel and Got Gal.” “She suddenly got all scared and I ordered her to her apartment and made her put her costume on.” The men sipped the alcohol now and smiled hearing the story. “I liked her in the costume so I just stretched the panty bottoms aside and fucked her silly.” “She was terrified of the information I had and eagerly drank the drug to make me happy.” “Now she is just a zombie, sits there and lets me do anything.” Ivan looked at his brother and poured another drink. “Is she pregnant, you know it looks better to immigration if she gets knocked up?” Igor shook his head and sighed. “No, I have tried; I even had six men fuck her at the party but…no.” Ivan smiled and drank a shot. “Keep trying, you will do it.” Carl relaxed and stretched. “I am going to Europe and taking my new daughter with me.” Sergia looked at the man and pointed to his glass. “You want more, and by the way…where is your wife, the famous Ms Americana?” Carl smiled and closed his eyes. “I sold her to a guy I know in Mexico, the drug has fried her brain and she is a total alcohol lush.” Ivan laughed so hard he coughed. “Mexico…how sad.” Epilogue: Jose’ paid the man at the door ten peso’s. The man handed Jose a paper with the number five on it. Jose walked down the long hall and found room five. He walked in and could see movement behind a cheap shower curtain. A tall women stepped out, hands on her hips, then she stumbled. “I…I am Ms Americana, heroine, Queen of Justice!” Jose could see she wore a low-cost bra and panties. She had huge tits and the underwear had been colored with markers to look red white and blue. She also wore a paper mask and cardboard belt covered with gold glitter. “Can I fuck you in the ass…um…Ms Americana?” The woman staggered to a table and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She brought it to her lips, her hand trembled and she drank. “You can fuck the great Ms Americana anywhere you want…anywhere.” The man stripped and moved behind the hero. He unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. “You have big tits, I like big tits.” Ms Americana turned and held both her breasts out to him. Jose reached up and slipped her mask off and tossed it aside. Brenda smiled and Jose could see her teeth where brown and her breath disgusting. “Now…now what will I do, you know my secret identity.” Jose spun her around and yanked her panties off. He spit on his hand and lubricated his cock. Brenda closed her eyes and drank a quick draught of her booze. Jose stuck his cock in her and she moaned then began to cry. “I am Ms Americana…I am, I am a hero.”