Full Penetration

At ten minutes after nine o'clock on a Tuesday evening there was a knock on our hotel room door. My wife, dressed in only a cotton nightgown, approached the door with due caution. Through the door's peephole she observed a red shirted man holding up a brown paper bag with the red logo of the rotisserie chicken establishment from which she had ordered dinner. She unhooked the security door latch and turned the deadbolt to have the door suddenly propel into her face splitting her lower lip and press her nose into her left cheek before knocking her down onto the carpeted floor with her gown billowing around her waist. The first intruder to enter the room was the red shirted man now holding a black handgun fitted with an elongated sound suppressor instead of the paper bag. He quickly stepped over my wife and moved into the room covering the two empty beds and my daughter who was standing in the corner of the room beside the television. The second intruder to enter the room was armed as his companion with a sound suppressed pistol. He shut and locked the door then reached down and grabbed my wife by a handful of pubic hair and painfully propelled her up and onto the first bed beside the bathroom wall.

I heard none of this commotion as I stood under the shower in the bathroom. What I head was nothing more than streaming water from the showerhead and the unbalanced whirring of a bad exhaust fan bearing. At fifteen minutes after nine o'clock I shut off the water, pulled back the shower curtain and reached for a towel. I wiped the water from my face, dried my arms, chest and groin then wiped down my legs before drawing the towel upward between my butt cheeks. I tossed the sodden towel onto the floor and stepped out of the shower and picked up my wristwatch which I had placed beside the sink and checked the time. Time was a very important factor in my line of work. I wrapped a fresh towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door to step into the room.

The first person I saw was the second intruder to enter the room. He was wearing a black hoodie and under that a black, wool ski mask which concealed his facial identity. J saw that he had the solid build of a male and was pointing a sound suppressed pistol at my wife. The second person my focus fixated on was my wife who was position on the first bed, on her knees with her face pressed into the bedspread. She was completely naked with her anus and vulva completely exposed, The bedding near her face was blood smeared. The third person I saw was the first intruder, dressed in a red shirt and now wearing a black hoodie although my wife would later insist he had been bare headed when she first observed him. He was standing between the two side by side beds pointing a sound suppressed pistol at me. My twenty year old daughter was my third degree of attention. She was standing out of the immediate line of fire wearing a cotton nightgown and holding both hands over her mouth with a look of terror on her face.

The floor was strewn with the contents of our luggage and on the second bed lay the two titanium clad briefcases in which I transported gems. These cases were roughly the size of a seventeen inch laptop and could not be cut, burned or drilled and the locks could not be picked. They could only be opened by the correct combination or by the use of explosives which would nullify the importance of the securities held within.

"Open them or I'll kill your wife, " the dark hoodie said to me.

"I open them and we're dead anyway, " I replied in a steady voice.

I was not wrong with my statement. I was a gemologist by trade and operated a small jewelry store in a borough of New York City. My real income was derived by couriering gemstones from one cartel to another. With the worldwide crackdown on the illegal drug trade, large sums of money were becoming more difficult to move tracklessly between continents. The Horatio cartel from South America would employ my services to transport industrial diamonds, seen to be bought on the open marketplace, to members of the Yangling Complexity, an Asian industrial entity. The diamonds which I delivered would not be of industrial quality, of course, and Canada was the preferred country for exchange as its border security was lax and it did not trace the comings and goings of foreign travelers.

Two thoughts entered my mind simultaneously. The first was that the Horatio group could be conducting a security review, which is something that had been rumored they do to both their employees and contractors. If so, they would take this trial to the maximum without actually killing us. If, of course, we passed their test. The second notion that intrigued me was that if this was an actual heist, it was very well conceived. Insider knowledge was something I took account of and on this transaction as others, I had booked a hotel room in Montreal near the airport under an assumed name and was now in a Sherbrooke, a one and a half hour car ride from Montreal, under yet a different name. I had taken precautions about being followed so a tracker on our rented car was my prime suspect.

The intruder wearing the dark hoodie stepped toward my wife and placed the muzzle of the suppressor against my wife's anus. "One shot in the shitter and out her mouth. It's up to you, " he said

"Don't open them, " my wife hissed from within the bedsheet. She knew the deal and so did my daughter.

Dark hoodie took a deep breath then let it out slowly. He turned to me and suddenly yanked my towel from my waist and let it fall to the floor. My daughter let out an audible gulp as she spied her father's flaccid penis and scrotum. Hoodie pointed his gun at my cock. "Say bye, bye." he said.

He fired one shot which sounded much like a plastic bottle of water being dropped into a metal waste bucket. The force of the blast felt like a fist hitting me in the nuts and I heard the bullet punch the drywall, clang through the metal bathtub and shatter the porcelain toilet bowl. I gripped myself between my legs, surprised to find my junk intact.

"Shoot me, " I said. "Shoot us all because we're dead anyway. This will just make it all faster."

"What I'm gonna do is fuck your wife, " dark hoodie said. 'I'm gonna leave no hole unfilled. Then I'm gonna fuck your daughter the same way and if those cases still aren't open I'll fuck you too. That's for starters. Then the knife comes out and your goodies come off. All of them, from all of you."

The man upped his threat by transferring his pistol to his left and and unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants with his right. He pushed his pants down below his butt cheeks to reveal a flaccid, circumcised penis four or five inches in length. He stepped closer to my wife and placed the tip of his soft cock against the pucker of my wife's anus. She let out a soft moan which I knew would be mistaken for terror

My wife loved ass play and doggy style was one of her favorite sex positions. Unbeknown to family or close friends, my wife and I were members of a secret partner swapping society in our hometown. Our relationship was quite open and fucking others was something we considered a sport. I knew that this man could fuck my wife's ass, her cunt and her mouth and she would love every second of it.

The man began rubbing his penis along the soft folds of my wife's vulva and began slightly thrusting his hips as he grew harder My wife gasped as he dug a thumb between her buttocks to gape her open and entered her with a deep thrust. I glanced at my daughter and saw that her eyes were wide with what I took as disbelief and I felt unsure of her ability to withstand such harsh treatment. The other hoodlum watched silently with his gun pointed at my chest.

Dark hoodie was bent over my wife's rounded back, his bare ass pounding rapidly in and out with his head lifted toward the ceiling as if thanking a skyward god for the hot, wet pussy he was fucking. My wife was uttering the little chirps of pleasure which I have come to associate with her orgasming. Both of her hands held fistfuls of bedsheet and her breathing was audibly labored. Finally the man stood still with his back arched as he jettisoned his seed deeply into my wife.

Dark hoodie slapped my wife on the side of her ass with enough force to knocked over onto a hip. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her as if she were a barnyard animal until her face was pressed into his wilted, cum slathered penis. I saw the cruel grin on my wife's face which told me the hoodlum was doing exactly as she hoped he would.

"Lick your cum off my cock, " he snarled at my wife.

My wife simply complied to his command by pinching the tip of his deflated penis between her thumb and first finger. She likely had a comment on her tongue about his withered condition and inability to carry out the rest of his threat but remained silent. She had purposely exhausted the man completely. My wife lifted the man's penis then muzzled his dangling scrotum, inhaling his testicles into her mouth as if she were sucking the foam from a badly poured glass of beer.

The man tilted his head back and began to moan as his empty balls registered the wet warmth of my wife's mouth. Straightening his posture quite suddenly, the man let out a tortured scream as my wife clamped her jaws tightly, digging her incisors into the thin, hair covered skin and her molars crushingly deflated his orbs with a discernable popping noise. The man went ridged as if he had stepped on a high voltage wire and began to shake uncontrollably. His gun dropped to the floor.

I looked down at the gun, so did my daughter and so did the other hoodlum. No one moved for the next one and one half seconds, then my daughter swooped down and scooped up the gun. She stood up and pressed the muzzle of the gun against the temple of the frigid, shaking hoodlum and pulled the trigger, spreading a pulpy red smear on the wall beside the bed. The dead man crumpled to the floor and my wife spit a severed piece of flesh out of her mouth and wiped the blood from her lips with the bedspread.

My daughter turned the gun toward me, "Open the case, dad, " she said.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I had not seen this coming. "You know I can't do that, " I said.

''Yes, I know, " she said in a sad, slow voice. "But you are an honorable man. Your honor is important to you. Your Achilles Heel, so to speak. I'm going to fuck you, dad. I'm going to fuck you hard. And deeply. I'm gonna make you come so deep inside me, all of your spunk will be up there, dad, and you will be the father of my child."

'No!" I said. "Please don't go this."

My plea fell on deaf ears. My daughter pressed the gun muzzle into my shoulder to turn my back to the second bed. The back of my legs straddled the corner of the mattress and she pushed me backwards with the palm of her free hand against my hair covered chest. I felt myself floating through space and the soft cushioning of the mattress clawing at me like the inescapable talons of a hawk. My daughter straddled me on the bed, a knee on each side of my hips. She set the gun down and reached over her head to pull her nightgown up and threw it on the floor. I looked at the muscular tone of her midriff, the fawn colored patch of pubic hair surrounding an innocent pinch of exposed labia and the youthful swell of her breasts with both dread and desire. My cock felt hard and my balls full and yet I wanted to be far, far away.

My daughter bent at the waist and her firm breasts pressed against my thighs as she slide herself slowly along my body as she had done as a child, coming in for a 'seal kiss.' I felt her warm breath slash across my scrotum and the warm touch of her tongue on the tip of my cock. She drew me into her mouth and toyed the underside of my penis with her tongue, pressing me firmly into her palate. I bucked my hips hard trying to extract myself from her soul draining grip but she held fast, even laughed as she released my cock from her mouth and drew upward for a firm kiss on my lips.

She reached down between us and gripped my hard shaft, pressing it against the soft folds of her vulva. She rocked her hips, rubbing my tip against hers and my mind screamed in both agony and desire. Suddenly I was in, her warm firm grip holding me like a hand just removed from the side of a hot stove. She pumped her hips and I knew I could not last. "No, " I cried.

"The combinations, dad, " my daughter panted. Her voice was tense with desire and lust. "Don't make my child your child."

I could no longer deny my aching testicles their just reward. The familiar tension in my groin, the arching of my back and the burning flame shooting the length of my rock solid cock could not be held back any longer. "Thirty-three, fourteen, fifty-six, " I screamed.

I listened to a hasty turning of metal cylinders on the thin cases and my daughter's tortured voice fell on my ears, "The next?"

My daughter drove her hips deeply into me and I began to release. "Eleven, sixteen, forty-one."

My daughter pulled away from me in time for my first jism of spunk to splatter the bottom of her butt cheeks. My second and third blast of of seed jettisoned onto my stomach and chest. For two minutes I lay on the bed with my brain swimming in shock and confusion and deflating lust I slowly sat up and saw my daughter getting dressed. The hoodlum in the red shirt was carefully plucking the diamonds from the bedspread were they had been haphazardly dumped and dropping them one at a time into a cloth bag. I looked at my wife who was watching me with deadpan eyes over her twisted nose and bloodied mouth. She had watched me fuck our daughter and recognized my intense pleasure.

My daughter pulled a manilla envelope from her suitcase and set it on the bed beside me. "These are your new identities. Inside you will find passports, visas and airline tickets to Barcelona. Don't look for me and I won't look for you. Safer that way."

"Who's he?" I asked, nodding toward the red shirted hoodlum. I didn't expect answer and perhaps hoped I wouldn't get one.

"He has secretly been your son-in-law for the past year, dad. I won't tell you his name, you do not need to know, "

That was the last time we saw our daughter. For the past ten years my wife and I have been on the move, never staying in one country for more than eleven months. The cartels have a long reach and a very long memory.