Drive By Part 2
Trapper
Clair's Story:
Clair lay bound, helpless, her eyes locked on the cruel calculating face of the
man who had just raped in her. He stood, frozen, listening, thinking, as he
looked at the picture of her beautiful 16 year-old daughter, Priscilla.
Clair had started her morning by being stupid! Her husband was leaving for an
overnight business trip early in the morning. As he backed his car out of the
garage, she spotted his briefcase by the door. Grabbing the case and running out
the garage, she caught him and delivered the case. As she turned to run back to
the house, her light wispy housecoat had parted and shown her long perfect legs
and a quick view of her tiny white silk panties. She had slapped it closed and
run back inside. Her husband, in a hurry to get to the airport, had already
driven off. Both of them thought the other would shut the garage door. Neither
had. Claire's brief exposure, and her husband's departure; had been observed by
a slave trader who specialized in young North American women. The open garage
door had led to her being raped. He had fucked her in the ass, not just fucked
her there, but made her use her ass to get him off. Stunned by the climax that
resulted from being taken in the ass the first time, Claire watched him clean up
and get ready to leave.
That's when it happened; her daughter woke up and started getting ready for
school. He heard the shower start down the hall, he watched the fear in Claire's
eyes, saw them dart to the photo of Priscilla.
Claire felt faint as he walked over to her. She heard his pants unzip, heard
them drop to the floor. It was impossible, but he had another raging erection.
The man must be part stallion or bull. The heat from his cock touched her still
damp and slightly spread vaginal lips. "Ugh, ohhh," she moaned as he rubbed
himself up and down her wet slit. He parted her ass cheeks with his left hand
and using his right, guided the large red knob up to her abused sphincter.
"OHHHHH," she screamed into the gag when he rammed it to her. She felt herself
pop open and then his rampaging cock shot deep into her bowels. He began to
brutally fuck her ass. She felt one of his arms around her hips as he leaned
forward and began to piston into her sore rectum. Looking back at him, she was
shocked to see him holding up Priscilla's photo as he plunged in and out of her
ass. Claire lay her head on the pillow and began to fuck back at him. She
wiggled her ass, swung it from side to side, clamped down on his rampaging rod,
milked it with her sore ass. A fiery burning feeling told her he was cumming.
The salty goo burned as it flooded up into her bowels. The photo landed on the
pillow next to Claire's head. He grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged
into her burning bowels with three deep slamming strokes. She felt just one more
spurt. "GAHHHHH," she screamed into the panties as he pulled out of her fast and
rough. It felt like he pulled her ass inside out. She watched, dizzy with the
pain as he walked back into her bathroom to clean his cock in the sink again.
"Please, please, let him be sated, let him leave, please, don't let him get to
Priscilla," she moaned into the slick white gag.
Priscilla's Story
Priscilla stepped out of the shower and glanced at the mirror. She was just over
5-8, her chest was 36D. The height and the big tits over a 24-inch waist and
34-inch hips made her body one in a thousand. The natural long blonde hair
cascaded in a mass of curls clear to her round firm ass. Her complexion was
peaches and cream. She was the stuff wet dreams are made of. Giggling, she spun
around slowly and checked her ass out in the mirror. Still giggly, she bent over
at the waist and looked back. She could just see her pussy peeking out at her.
"Good, no hair showing," she said to herself. This afternoon was a pep rally at
school. She didn't want to do a routine and feel stray hair tickling her thighs
as she jumped and kicked. When she was going to cheer at a game or pep rally,
she always trimmed the longer hairs off her outer lips with a pair of scissors
and shaved around the bottom of her mound. Lately she had been shaving her muff
too. Giggling once again, Priss turned and looked in the mirror. A narrow band
of natural blonde hair was all that was left above her slit." It almost looked
like an arrow pointing to her treasure chest," she thought to herself
Priss was no prude, but she was not going to give her goodies away for naught.
Her folks were rich and she was use to the good life. When she gave up her
virginity, there was going to be a big price tag attached. She wanted to be an
attorney, first law school, then an established law firm in a big city on the
west coast. After that, with her looks and brains it was going to be a
partnership and maybe marry into top management. She had it all planned out. Her
and her buddy Shannon. Shannon too was a 4.0 student, and also a cheerleader. In
fact she was almost a mirror image of Priscilla. She was tall, very well built
and had dark curly hair that hung to her ass. Shannon's daddy was a very rich
lawyer too and Priscilla and her had planned from grade school to follow in
their daddy's footsteps. When they began to develop at about age 12 and noticed
that the boys paid way more attention to them then the other girls, they figured
out that they not only had background and brains, they had killer looks that
would anesthetize the guys minds, make them start thinking with their dicks. Her
own mother told her that if you could make a guy think with his privates, he was
putty in your hands. Since Shannon and her had made the cheer squad they had
ample opportunity to practice turning male brains to putty. Shannon had slipped
and let a guy, as she put it, "have" her. She drank a little alcohol at a party
and when petting in the back seat of a car had gotten carried away. Priss and
her had talked about it, they had no secrets from each other. Both were
determined that neither of them would get into that situation again. Both of
them had nervously counted the days until Shannon had started her period. When
she started bleeding they cried and hugged and vowed to stay chaste until they
got what their womanhood was worth!
Priss nervously looked down and checked her watch. It was almost 8 a.m. They
didn't have to be to school until 9:30 today, but Shannon was going to come by
and pick her up early today. They liked to cruise by the school in Shannon's
convertible and give the guys a look over. They would go to a nearby restaurant
that the high school students hang out at for breakfast today. The football team
would be there and the rest of the cheer squad. It was fun to watch the guys
approach and trip over their tongues. Both the girls liked to move around the
room quickly making their short cheer skirts flare. A quick glimpse of panty had
made many a nerd crash into someone. It was fun teasing the "boys" at the
school. Neither girl dated much. The "boys" were just to young and immature and
the college guys were expecting them to spread for them just because they were
so much "older and wiser!" The girls got a laugh at that too. They went out with
their friends, girls and boys and never lacked for opportunities to dance when
the school had a function. Besides, the 4.0 gpa took a lot of study. They were
determined to have the grades to go with their looks and money to have the best
that life could offer.
Priss grabbed a pair of red silk panties. They were the flashy "show" panties
all the cheer squad wore under the bright blue skirts. "Nothing like a little
flashing, huh?" she said to herself as she pulled the slick material up her long
perfect legs.
"Fucking A sweetheart, those are nice on that perfect little ass," she heard a
deep male voice say. "Whaaat," Priss screamed as she whirled around. "Who are
you? Get out of my bedroom. Are you here to fix something?" she demanded. "Shut
the fuck up cunt, I'll give any orders around here," the hulking brute told her.
"Get out, get out, get out now, MOTHEEEEER, HELP, GET THIS MAN OUT OF HERE!" she
screamed at the top of her lungs. Priss crossed her arms over her bare breasts
and turned to reach for her bathrobe.
"What, NO, STOP," Priss cried out. He had shoved her when she turned and she now
lay face down on the bed. Struggling to rise, she felt him shove her down with a
hand to her upper back. She started to turn when the world exploded. It took her
a few moments to realize the loud noise and all the stars and confusion were
from a vicious slap to her face. No one had ever struck her in her life! Shaking
her head, she lay still and turned her head just enough to see him.
"Wha-wha-what do you want?" she stuttered. For the first time in her 17 years,
Priss was not in control!
"You ever spread those legs for a guy?" he asked. "N-N-No," she shouted at him.
"You saying you still have a cherry, you're a virgin?" he asked. "Y-Y-Y-yessss,"
she shouted at him as she edged near hysteria. "Chill out sweetie, quit the
shouting and calm down, do it RIGHT NOW," he growled at her. "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE,
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW. MY MOTHER IS HOME, SHE'S CALLING THE COPS
RIGHT NOW!" Priss screamed at the intruder. "You know, I'm tempted to fuck you
or beat the snot out of you with a belt, but you're to valuable to me just like
you are. Shut the fuck up right now and save yourself or your mother some pain,"
he said quietly through clenched teeth. Priss stared at him, looked at the door,
knew she couldn't bounce up and make it." "Roll over," her ordered as her
grabbed her legs. "Let go asshole," she yelled at him. Suddenly he grabbed her
long blonde hair and gave it a vicious jerk. She followed as he pulled, and
ended up on her back with him standing between her slightly spread legs. He
looked down at her and said, "One more fuck up and I'm going to hurt your
mother!"
Suddenly he had a knife in his hand. A long thin blade with a needle-point made
an oily "schnick" sound as it materialized out of the thin black handle. Priss
was just standing up, he still had one hand loosely in her hair, she froze as
she stared, mesmerized by the dangerous weapon. "That's a good girl, now do as I
say. I'm not here to fuck you, I already had all the pussy I want from your
mother," he told her. Priss stood staring at the knife, hearing him say through
the thick layer of shock that he had raped her mother. "What did he want, who
was he, how, why?" thoughts whirled crazily through her head. She stood, frozen,
shocked, defenseless, unable to even move.
"Good girl, now we understand each other. I'm not here to fuck you, not unless
you don't have a cherry. If that's the case, your gonna give me some pussy and
you are going to be real nice and real cooperative about it!" he declared. Priss
stared at him, unable to move or speak. Suddenly he shoved her onto her bed, she
hit on her back, bounced and lay still.
"Now, pull you knees up, put your heels on the edge of the bed and pull your
panties to your knees," her ordered. Priss raised her knees, slowly reached down
and slid the panties down as instructed. Terrified, she watched as he reached
down and pulled the bright crimson panties off her bare legs. "Now, raise your
legs up in the air and spread em wide!" "Come on, up and spread," he barked. Her
legs jerked up and flew apart. Looking down over her exposed breasts and her
flat bare midriff, she could see her freshly trimmed mound. "He is going to rape
me after all," she thought to herself. If you don't want to loose that cherry
you claim to have, you won't move a muscle," he told her. Priss watched, unable
to move, to speak, still in shock, as he reached into his jacket pocket and
pulled out a small flashlight and a multi purpose tool. He slid the tool out of
it's leather sheath and unfolded it. Unfolding made it a long set of needle nose
pliers. Her dad had one he used for fishing. "OK, grab hold behind your knees
and pull your legs back," he ordered as her pulled a pillow from the top of the
bed and stuffed it under her head. He grabbed another pillow and shoved it under
her ass as he lifted her legs up. Priss found herself looking down at her vagina
while she held her legs pulled tightly back. Her back ached and her legs hurt.
She was afraid to disobey, she knew he would hurt her and hurt her badly.
Priss grunted as he spread her lips with his left thumb and forefinger and put
the needle nose pliers up to her cunt. "Don't fucking move or I'll fuck you up
bad with these," he ordered. She lay there looking up at him, frozen with fear.
He pushed the slick broad tips into her cunt about an inch and pulled the
handles apart slightly. It opened her hole up about an inch. She heard the
sudden intake of her own breath as she realized he was giving her an impromptu
GYN exam. "Wh-wh-what are you doing, why?" she stuttered at me. "Checking to see
if you have a hymen, now shut up," he told her. He cranked the handles open a
little more. The pliers opened another inch. "OUCH, OHH, STOP, PLEASE, IT
HURTS," she begged him. He turned on the little light and put it right up to her
hole. Now he could peek inside, see right up into her vagina, she realized. She
didn't lie; she had a hymen.
Priss shuddered as he tightened the nylon stocking and tied a knot in it. He had
forced her to open up her mouth and shoved her panties deeply in. She almost
gagged as she felt the slick material hit the back of her throat.
His Story:
I pulled clothes out of her closets and drawers. This little cunt definitely had
mommy and daddy buying her whatever she wanted. There must be 50 K in clothes in
just the closets. I found four suitcases under the bed and packed her nicest
skirts, dresses, blouses and her sexiest panties and bras. I grabbed the
cheerleader outfit and folded it carefully; it was packed too. I still had two
bags left for mom! I pulled out a summer skirt and blouse for her, grabbed a
pair of sandals and then looked at the shoes. Shit, must be a hundred pair
there. I grabbed a dozen pair of heels in different colors and a dozen flats and
sandals. She might bring a little more outfitted to the max like this. I dragged
her into the bathroom and started checking there. She had a cosmetics bag
stuffed full. "This the stuff you take traveling and to games?" I asked her. She
nodded her head. I grabbed it and looked around some more. There was a pair of
the sexiest blue panties I ever saw laying on the hamper. They were kind of
translucent blue with iridescent colors running through them. I held them up to
my nose, "sweet, sweet, sweet," I sighed. She stood staring, turning bright red.
As she stared, I held them up and stuck my tongue out; slowly, I turned them
inside out and licked the crotch a couple times. She ducked her head and stood
there, heat waves radiating off her face and shoulders.
I opened her door and grabbed the two packed bags; looked at her and said, "come
on sweetheart," she stumbled out the door with me right behind her. "Go to
mama's room baby," I told her. The door was part way open. She got half way in
and stopped. I shoved her ahead and dropped the bags. Mom was still tied good
and tight. She was on the floor, the phone was beside her, the receiver on the
floor. She was trying to dial with her nose. "Nice try mom," I told her, "but
it's unplugged," I said as I held the other end o the line up for her to see.
Mom looked back and freaked. Her baby was standing there stark naked, red
panties showing out of her lips, nylons tying her gag in, her hands behind her
back. She took in the packed bags and went nuts as she thrashed and rolled
around on the carpet. I walked over to her and told her, "you want me to hurt
your daughter?" She fell back to the floor and started bawling like a baby. I
could feel my dick getting hard as I watched her tears flow.
"Ding dong ding dong dong dong dong," shit, the fucking door bell started going
off. It sounded like Winchester Cathedral. "What the fuck," I said. I saw the
two of them look at each other with hope in their eyes. Fuck, if it was the cops
and the place wasn't surrounded, I might have a chance to get out the back.
"Don't panic now," I told myself. This is an impromptu snatch, "always expect
the unexpected." That was a rule I learned in the jungles of Nam, things weren't
any different here and now.
The door bells started chiming again. I was checking out a side window. Nothing
showing. I grabbed mom and jerked her up to her feet. "Either of you cunt make
one tiny sound, I mean if I hear you fart, I will cut you up into cat food and
the same with whoever is at the door, got it?" Their eyes were wide, they both
shook like fall leaves. I got both of them by the arms and pushed them in a
closet and closed the door. A chair fit under the doorknob and held it locked
shut.
I slowly walked down the stairs looking for anyone who had come into the place.
DONG, DONG, DONG, shit the fucking door chimes went off again, right over my
head. I about jumped out of my pants. This shit was getting spooky. I sidled
towards the kitchen, peak through the window. No cops, a fire red sports car
with the top down is parked across the street; I don't remember it being there.
Click, click, click, heels on concrete; I recognize the sound immediately.
Someone, a woman is coming through the open garage door. I should have closed it
but was afraid it would have been heard by blondie. I step behind the door that
leads to the garage and hold my breath. The click, click of the heels on
concrete gets louder. The door slowly opens, "Priss, Priss, PRISS, WHERE ARE
YOU, GET UP, WERE GOING TO BE LATE!" It sounds like a high school girl's voice.
Shit, a friend waiting to go to school with her. I wait quietly hoping she will
back up, shut the door and go to school. The door opens a little more and I see
a nice looking leg appear. Then the hem of a short blue skirt appears; another
cheerleader. She steps into the kitchen and I slap a hand over her mouth and
kick the door shut with a heel.
Shannon's Story:
Shannon could not figure out why Priss wasn't ready. They were going to go eat
at the cafe the team ate at and check out one of the new transfers. A real stud
had transferred from Seattle. Every unattached and several attached chicks in
the school were drooling over him. They had plans to watch the interpersonal
communication the other girls were going to be sending his way. Shannon told
Priss she might just snag him for herself. Priss had warned her that she got
away with giving "it" to one guy, another might just knock her up or make her a
reputation. Still they agreed to get there early and watch things develop. Their
little school was so boring!
No one was answering and the garage door was open. Shannon could see that
Priss's dad's car was gone. They could be showering, maybe her mother took her
dad to the airport and Priss was in the shower. She gave up on the doorbell and
went through the garage. Both Priss and her mother's cars were parked there.
"That must be it, Priss is in the shower and her mother is at the airport.! She
opened the door and listened for the shower. Nothing! She yelled for Priss;
nothing. She yelled again; nothing. "Shit," she said to herself, she must have
her blow dryer going.
As she stepped through the door a hand clapped over her mouth and nose. Her air
was cut off just as she started to take a deep breath and call out again. She
heard the door slam shut behind her. A thought flashed through her mind, "Priss
is pulling a sick joke, this isn't like her!" As she struggled to get the arm
pinning hers to her side off and twisted her head to get her nose free to
breath; she heard a gruff male voice. "Quit fighting or I will put a knife right
through your back!" She froze, the hand over her mouth moved, she tried to
breath and started hyperventilating! As she struggled to breath she was pulled
back and heard the outside door open. She could see a hand out of the corner of
her eye. She heard the garage door closing and realized that whoever had her in
his grasp had fumbled for the door button and found it. She was trapped!
"Get upstairs honey, go join Priss and her mommy," she heard him say.
She started to turn to check the front door to see if it was locked. As her eyes
swept to the right she saw a long thin very sharp pointed knife come into view.
She stumbled, fell to the stairs and felt him put his hand on her ass and shove.
She tripped and stumbled all the way up the stairs as he pushed, kept her off
balance and herded her into the master bedroom.
A Bonus Prize For Him:
"OK honey, lets get a look at you," I said. Stepping back I looked her up and
down. She was still frozen with shock.
I was right, up close they were the same height, build, length and shape of
hair, even the face had similar characteristics. "I said lets have a look at you
honey," I repeated. "Wh-wh-what do you mean?" she stuttered and stammered. "How
about you get those clothes off and lets get a look at your goodies, baby?"
"NO," she shouted and made a break for the door. I tripped her, watched her go
face first into the carpet. A heavy kick to her right tit as she raised up
brought a short sharp scream from her pretty mouth and she fell down again. I
shoved her with my foot and got her on he back. "Where's my friend, where's
Claire?" she gasped. "Don't worry about them honey, just you cooperate and you
won't get hurt," I told her. "How do I know you didn't kill them, how do I know
you won't kill me if I cooperate?" she gasped. I walked over to the hall door
and locked it, drug a heavy chest in front of it to slow an escape down. I
walked to the chair jamming the closed shut and kicked it out of the way. When I
swung the door open, Clair and Priss stood there, both of them stark naked,
bound and gagged.
"Sit on the edge of the bed ladies," I ordered. "Not you honey, you need to get
naked first," I told Shannon. She was put through the same humiliating vaginal
exam Priss was subjected to even though she told him that she was not a virgin,
that she had sex with a boy one time. Priss saw her look sideways at her mother,
embarrassment at her confession spread over her face in a red wave. "Quit it, I
told you I wasn't a virgin, please leave me alone you animal!" She yelled at me.
I didn't say a word. I got two chairs and placed them about 4 feet from Clair's
big bed. "Sit down Claire, you too Priss," I ordered. They were bound to the
chairs with some of Claire's scarves. "Now, get down on your knees Miss mouth.
You like to use that mouth, even when I tell you to shut it, I got something you
can do that will put it to good use. I looked to Claire and Priss. They had
tears pouring out of their eyes, the wet trails flowed downward to make big wet
spots on the nylons holding their panty gags in place.
She was scared, but not humiliated enough to get under control. If I didn't get
her that way, there was no way I could get all three of them to obey. They
needed and example to get them under control and keep them that way. Shannon
wasn't a virgin, she would make a good example!
I held the knife in my left hand, a broad heavy leather belt from Claire's
closet in the right. I walked up to her. She was belligerent, ready to fight,
figured she could argue with me. I didn't say a word. I brought the belt across
her tits in one quick heavy blow. She was expecting to have to give head, and
she was going to fight before she sucked a cock in front of her friend an her
friend's mother, you could see it in her face. She didn't expect the belt.
"Whap," it made an almost wet sound as it caught both her fine little 36's flat
across the nipples. She screamed as she dove for the floor to protect the
precious and tender globes. The next one caught her across the ass. It put her
up on her hands and knees crawling away in agony. The third I got most of the
way up between her legs. Now she had a bright red welt across her tits and on
her full round little ass. Her thighs glowed bright red from the third blow.
"P-p-p-please, n-n-n-no more, PLEASE," she begged and pleaded. "Get up cunt,
stand up NOW," I barked at her. She flew to her feet and stood shaking as she
ducked her head and half turned from me. "Bend over and touch you toes, spread
you legs for me, bitch," I ordered her. Reluctantly she did as ordered. She
shook so hard she had a hard time bending and keeping her legs spread. "You been
making bad choice the last few minutes sweetheart, now you have another one to
make. Better listen close and make a good one. Either way it won't bother me.
Here's choice number one. You stretch out on the bed belly down and take twenty
lashes from your calves up to your thighs to your ass and back. Then you turn
over and take five more on your tits. "P-p-p-please," she started to beg.
"SHUTUP," I barked at her. "Or choice number two, you stay bent over with you
legs spread, you watch back up behind your legs as I swing the belt up and give
you one hit with the leather across that plump little cunt of yours! Don't beg
or plead, just tell me one or twenty five, your choice. Oh, yeah, I forgot, if
you choose one, you have to suck my cock and then let Claire eat your cunt until
you're wet enough to fuck.
She really had no choice though. The house was far removed from the street, no
neighbors could hear through the thick walls and woods surrounding the place.
Training was started, she was naked, being given a choice of being utterly
depraved or being beat in a way that would surely be the most painful ordeal of
her life. "O-o-one," I heard myself stutter. "Watch back behind you," I knew she
could see the belt hanging straight down by my legs. Suddenly it swung back away
from her in an arc big enough to take it out of sight. I saw her flinch. She
fell to the floor screaming, holding her cunt cupped in both hands as the big
leather belt mad a wet "Crrrack" right over her puffy little cunt mound.
All three of them were thoroughly cowed. I was close to being able to transport
them without a major problem. Not quite though. The blonde kid had a look that
said," I'll fix you, her mother was completely broken and the new girl was
jumping when I told her to.
I kicked off the pants and shirt. I have a damn good build from all the years of
jungle warfare and the workouts that are part of my daily routine. Grabbing
Shannon by the hair, I jerked her to her knees. "Who's the boss, honey? I asked
her, Who's your daddy, sugar? "You-you-you are," she sobbed. "Look at me baby,"
I told her softly. Hesitantly, she looked up at me. I was sitting on the bed,
stark naked, a big hard on with shiny purple helmet atop it. It throbbed with
need. Just looking at my three newly acquired beauties made me want to cum.
These three were definitely the best I had ever gathered up. With what I could
get out of them, I figured 500k+ for the virgin, 400K+ for Shannon and a 100K,
maybe 150K for Claire. I would boost the savings from 4.5 million to 5.5
million, maybe 5.75. My goal was twenty-five years of gathering; or 5 million,
which ever came first. I still had a year to go, but this put me over the top.
Retirement was just around the corner!
"Come here sugar," I told her. "Come to daddy," I called softly. "I don't want
to hurt you honey, I want you to be a good girl and make my happy that you're
mine," I told her. Slowly, shakily, she crawled on her knees to put her head in
my lap. "Does your pussy hurt honey?" I asked her. "Rub it sugar, be gentle,
cup your little mound and rub it until it feels better I told her. I drug the
belt up her bare back and across her shoulder blades as I talked to her. Her
hand moved quickly to her cunt. I could see the arm moving as she caressed
herself. I pushed her back and watched. She had thick brown curls on her cunt.
Carefully, gently, she was massaging the bruised flesh. "Here baby, turn here,"
I told her. "You ever suck a man's cock?" She shook her head. "I only had sex
once with a boy, it hurt and scared me. I never even touched one, one of those
before that," she confessed.
She was mine. I looked up at Claire. Hatred was written on her face. I stared at
Priss and asked Claire if she had something to say. She saw me looking at her
daughter. NO, NO, I won't cause you any trouble," she yelped. "Good girl,
Claire. I think I will let you help us out here," I told her. I got up and
scooted Claire, chair and all right over next to the bed. "Claire, why don't'
you show your daughter's little friend, I put the emphases on daughter, how to
suck a cock?" I asked her. Claire caught the meaning instantly. She put her
mouth down over my cock and started bobbing up and down. The heat and suction
was incredible. I hated to stop her. "No Claire, demonstrate for her, show her,
tell her, teach her how to suck a cock. Show her how to suck a load of cum right
out of my balls. Show her how to use her mouth just like it was her pussy,
Claire."
She got the picture when she saw me looking at her daughter. "Make your lips
into a tight little ring Shannon. Stick you tongue out and lick the head of his
cock and behind the little ridge there on the back of the head. Suck it into
your mouth, don't scrape it with your teeth. Men are really sensitive there and
they get furious if you scrape them with your teeth. Then pretend you are
milking his penis, squeeze down with the ring your lips make and pull up to the
head. Lick it and then lick all the way down. Use your hands to caress and
squeeze his balls. When he gets ready to come, you will feel his cock throb. He
will thrust deeper. Try to let it down your throat without gagging. When you
feel it throb in your mouth, he will start gushing cum into you. It's kind of
thick and a little bitter and salty. You can swallow it ok. Push the head as
deep as you can and let him pump it down your throat, that way you won't have to
taste it," she told the shaking teen.
"Show her Claire." Reluctantly, Claire opened her mouth, tongued him, started
sucking and began to fuck his cock way back into her mouth in quick deep
thrusts. In the quiet of the room, you could hear her licking, laving, sucking
his throbbing baby maker.
"Your turn, Shannon." Shannon stuck her tongue out and licked it. It wasn't so
bad. She formed an o and sucked it into her sweet young mouth. She was brand new
at this but figured it out quickly. "Suck harder, deeper, lick the head, caress
my balls, squeeze 'em, he encouraged the beautiful teen. Now it was the other's
in the room listening to her choke, suck and lick on the throbbing red cock.
"OK, baby, get ready," I warned her. "UH, uh, uh, uh," I grunted as my balls
fired a huge series of pulses into my tortured cock. "Gack, ack, ugh," Shannon
gagged, shoved her mouth deeper until I fired directly into her throat. I let
her pull back so the drooling head lay on her tongue. When she had sucked the
last of the ooze out of my semi-hard-on, I pulled slowly out of her mouth. "That
stuff tastes terrible," she complained. "You're going to get use to it honey,
believe me. Soon you are going to be looking forward to sucking a cock," I told
her.
"Wider, wider, knees up, that's it," I told Shannon. Get busy Claire. I told her
you would eat her pussy if she chose one; remember? I dragged the belt over
Claire's big melons, let it slide down to her plump round ass and gave her a
little tap with it. Reluctantly, Claire lowered her head to the young teens
crotch. I could see her tongue dart out and begin to dab at Shannon's cunt.
"Oh by the way Claire, if I don't like the way you eat her pussy, Priss gets
four more of these, no warnings will be given.! Claire gasped and turned to
look. She was just in time to see the thick heavy leather belt slap across the
nipples of her daughter's breasts. "WHAP," the thick wet smack made by the
leather as it hit the teen's tender tits was followed by a scream from Claire
and a tortured shriek from behind Priss's gag. ."No, no, no, no, no, please, no
more, no more, I'll do whatever you want, please don't hit her there again,
please, don't, no, never again, please," Claire started to scream at him, she
looked at his face, saw the belt coming up for another blow across her sweet
young teenager's breasts and shut her mouth. Quickly she ducked her face between
Shannon's wide spread thighs and began to lap noisily at the beautiful young
girl's wet cunt. She licked as fast and noisily as she could to show him she was
obeying. Shannon clutched her head and began to hump her hips up against her
face. Shannon could not believe that for the first time in her life she was
going to have a climax caused by something other than her fingers. This was so
depraved, as her best friend's mother licked her quickly to climax, Shannon lay
with wide spread legs, crying!
I watched, waiting. Soon I heard Shannon, nuh ,oh.oh,oh,ohohohohohohohoAHHHHA
NOOOOO," she yelled out as a climax rushed through her dripping pussy and shook
her bodily. "Keep licking Claire," I ordered as I slipped behind her. Claire
kept sucking, licking, lapping and tonguing the teens clit. I slowly pushed my
throbbing pole up to Claire's, damp pink gash and pushed the head in. I looked
to the side to make sure Priss could see. I needn't have worried. She couldn't
have taken her eyes off her mother being forced to eat her friend and now she
was staring at my cock lodged in her mother's vaginal opening. I jammed full
length into Claire's tight cunt. I could hear her moaning and crying as I began
to fuck her doggie in a jack-hammer staccato as she slurped the innocent young
teens gushing cunt. It only took me a minute to pump her cunt full of a hot
steamy creamy load.
I jerked out of her and stepped back. Cum began to run out of her widely splayed
cunt lips and run down her thighs. It was pooled up at the bottom of her lips,
slowly oozing out. I flipped her over, spread her legs, quickly jerking them up
into the air. I shoved a pillow under her ass to keep the load in. "Come her
Shannon, now you get to return the favor," I told the dazed young teen. She was
just coming down from multiple orgasms caused by Claire's frenzied licking. "OH,
Please, NO, not that, I can't" she looked at my face, looked at the broad
leather belt swinging in my hand and dove between Claire's thighs. Everyone in
the room could hear her slurping and licking my hot sticky cum out of her
friend's mother's cunt.
I let her clean up the pooled mess at the entrance of Clair's cunt. "Enough,
enough," I told Shannon and Claire. I pulled Shannon back and tied her to the
doorknob and quickly untied Priss. As she fought, jerked and pulled away, I
brought up the belt and struck her mother across the thighs. When Claire
screamed, Priss dropped her hands to her face. "OK, OK, you sick fuck, what do
you want?" I shoved her to her knees and pushed her face into the gooey sticky
white mess still oozing out from between her mother's thighs. "Clean her up and
do a good job," I ordered. Slowly, jerking and gasping as she sobbed, Priss
lowered her face to her mother's cunt, took a deep breath and began to lick up
my sticky leavings and her mother's pussy juices.
They were sufficiently cowed to make a move. I didn't have my van close so I had
to think the trip through. It was a 1000 miles to the van, then more than 50
miles across the border. The women still had no idea what was up. They pretty
well figured I was going to let someone else fuck them, but they had no idea I
would be taking them south-of-the-border then on to South America. A new life
lay ahead for them.
I packed some of mom's clothes and shoes into the two remaining suitcases. She
had a lot of nice silk undies and nighties and some dynamite skirts, shorts and
shoes. She was the same size as her daughter and Shannon. We had enough outfits
to keep them all clothed for a month, maybe two. Not that they were going to be
clothed that long anyway.
Clair's big luxury sedan had a huge trunk. I lay a couple of blankets down on
the floor and picked Shannon up. She was bound with panty hose, her hands behind
her back, her ankles tied with more panty hose and her silky red panties back in
her mouth. I kept her naked. Priss gave me one more bad time. She watched as I
tied up her friend and carried her down to the garage. When I came back for her
and started to tie her up for the trip she started struggling. I slapped her
face hard enough to stun her, threw her on the bed and pulled the bright red
panties out of her mouth. She started sobbing, "what did you do to Shannon, did
you kill her, why did you take her downstairs, what did you do?" I still hadn't
gotten full control of the little cunt. She had a strong spirit, best not to
completely cow her, the buyer down south would admire this kind of girl. I knew
most of the big drug lords liked a spirited North Americano girl. "Relax," I
told her, "Shannon is down stairs tied up. She's not going to be killed and your
mom and you won't either, IF YOU OBEY!" I shouted the last three words into her
face from less than a foot. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles
hobbled by panty hose. I gave her a little shove, she fell on her back on her
mother's big bed. Claire was still gagged and tied to a chair.
"You know honey, you have not learned to quit fucking with me and accept things
like they are and they are going to be. You need another little lesson," I told
her as I swung the heavy leather belt in lazy circles over her tear-streaked
face. She tried to shrink right into the bed as the belt grazed her nipples, her
stomach and came to rest on her pink and blonde pussy. "Maybe a little beating
would slow you down, huh?" "No, NO, please, don't hit me with that again, it
really hurt, it still hurts where you h-h-hit me before," she stuttered. "Where
did I hit you before Priss?" I asked her. "My breasts and m-m-my, down there,"
she stuttered and turned red. "On your tits and where down there?" "On my
v-v-vagina," she stuttered again. "NO, on my pussy, my cunt, my fuck-hole," any
of those will do, now say it!" I ordered. "On my p-p-p-p-ussy," she moaned as
her face, neck and the top of her breasts turned bright red. "Good job Priss,
you're learning fast," I told her as I dropped the belt beside her face and
started caressing her breasts. I played with them for a few moments and untied
her ankle hobbles. "Spread your legs, show me you pussy," I ordered the shaking
cheerleader. Reluctantly she did. I raised her spread legs and shoved them back,
her knees were against her shoulders. Looking down I could see her pink and
blonde gash, the little split was tightly closed up. Below it her virgin crinkly
pink nether hole lay exposed. I stuck a finger into my mouth and got it good and
wet. When I placed the wet finger on the center of her pink little bulls-eye she
started humping and thrashing around trying to dislodge it. I never looked up at
her, I just kept the finger rotating and shoved hard. "NOOOOOOOOO," she
shrieked, "Not that, NOOOO,' she shrieked again as my finger popped through her
never fucked little sphincter. Fuck, she was TIGHT. I started stroking her
little ass finger deep, rotating my finger, loosening her up. "You want to talk
back to me, ask questions, look pouty and try to play mind fuck games with me
you little cunt?" I asked her. "Nooo, no, I won't, please take it out." She
begged. "Sorry sweetheart, but you haven't learned your lesson yet." I told her.
"Who's your daddy sweetheart, who owns you body and soul, who's your master?"
She lay staring at me, refusing to answer, squirming around trying to get my
finger dislodged. I added another finger. "GAHHHHHH, NOOOOO, STOP!" I looked
down at her and spread the two fingers, worked them around in her virgin little
shitter. She went nuts, bucking and jerking, she started cussing at me, "you
mother fucker, you cocksucker, you bastard!" I reached down out of her sight and
unzipped my pants, I was hard as a steel rod. "OUCH, you bastard," she cried out
as I jerked my two fingers out of her. I shoved her ass up further and saw the
tiny target was still open from the fingering, although it was beginning to
close up. Before she knew what was happening I had the head of my cock to the
pink ring and shoved as hard as I could, BULLSEYE!
"IEEEEE,mmphhhh, gahh, noooooooo, ooooooooo!" She shrieked loudly, ear piercing
loud, I put a hand over her mouth. The house was secluded but there were people
within a block. She screamed so loud I was afraid a passing motorist would hear
her or maybe somebody in the park down the street. I kept the head of my dick
lodged into her sphincter. "Hey baby, it's not in yet, what you screaming for, I
only got you broke open, I'm going to fuck your tight hot little ass right now
and there ain't anything you can do about it," I told her."Now one more time
baby, who's your daddy?" I asked her. "Fuck you," she answered. I started
shoving my cock up her hot buttery little asshole. "Mphhh, ieeeee, nawww," she
cried and shook her head as I took the virginity out of her ass. I took me a
full minute of pulling back and ramming her little shit hole before I felt my
nuts bump up against her bare flesh. "Whoa baby, you are the tightest little ass
fuck I ever had," I told her. As she lay trembling, shaking her head no, I began
to pull back and push into her bleeding asshole slowly, enjoying the heat, the
extreme tightness, her tears! It took a good five minutes to break her open so I
could enjoy her ass. I began to long stroke her, watching her jerk and quiver
when I bottomed out in her colon. Each time I pulled pack she gripped me tightly
trying to keep me from pulling out through her sphincter and plunging back in
roughly, making it pop open and take my hard rod.
I looked back at Claire. She had a bird's eye view of her daughter's anal rape.
She was shaking her head, tears running down her cheeks in rivers. "You better
talk to your daughter mom, make her understand that she is owned, she is mine,
and she will obey," I told the sobbing mother.
I fucked the blonde cheerleaders clutching asshole for a good three minutes. I
knew I couldn't take it any for to long. She was hot, buttery and tight! I
began to slam into her ass as hard as I could, each time I plunged down into her
widespread crotch I felt my nuts bounce off her ass. My nuts blew, I felt my
cock quiver, damn, it actually hurt from the tightness of her, until this
moment's, unfucked little rectum. "AHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS," I moaned loudly as I
bottomed out in her ass and pumped my hot sticky load into her guts. "Ahhhhhhh,
Gahhhhh," she screeched from behind my hand as the salt in my cum began to burn
the tender and torn tissues in her rectum. I held down deep into her colon
until my cock began to shrink. I jerked out quickly, painfully...for her.
Priss lay crying, more like sobbing, she sobbed so hard she shook all over
making it hard for me to get her ankles and wrists tied right. I rolled her over
and got the wrists tied. When I started to tie her ankles I spotted cum and
blood, lots of blood running down her thighs. I jerked her to her feet and got
her to the bathroom where I sat her down on the toilet. "Take a dump, cunt," I
ordered as I brushed her nipples with the leather belt. She noisily expelled the
load into the toilet. I jerked her off an spread her cheeks as I made her hover
over the neighboring bidet. The cold stream made her jerk and cry out but she
hovered where I placed her without fighting. Finally, a good ass reaming had
gotten her into line. I made her kneel on the bed as I spread her cheeks. No
cum, no blood. Her ass was broken in and not much damage. I hoped to give her
another ass fucking in the next couple days...if I had time.
Priss went into the big trunk next to her friend. As a safety measure I trussed
them together and then to the framework that was exposed in the trunk. They
could not roll over or raise up or move their heads or legs. They lay facing
each other in the dark confines. The bags were placed in front of them. They
barely showed in the shadows. Another blanket over them and they were invisible.
Mom was in the driver's seat next to me on the big bench seat. She was dressed
in a nice light summer dress, no panties, no bra. I made sure she had her
license, insurance card and registration. The gas tank was full and I had plenty
of cash. No credit card purchase for this trip! We backed smoothly out of the
driveway as the big garage door closed. I told her to turn to the right. We
approached the stop sigh and turned right again. In fifteen minutes we were on
the interstate heading south. Dad would not be home until tomorrow at midnight.
I had a thousand miles to go and thirty hours before he got home. I figured if
we drove straight through only stopping for gas and to drink, to water the girls
in back and let them piss, that I should be over the border with hours to spare
before he got home. I had filled a foam cooler I found in the garage with food
and water before leaving. I wanted them under my eye the whole trip. I didn't
want mom to get brave and mouth off in a store. I had plans for Claire when we
stopped in the dark pull offs along the way. She could water the girls then I
would bend her over the trunk and water her hole!
We made the trip with hours to spare. I got the girls all dolled up in their
cheerleader outfits and Clair in a baby doll nightie. I let the buyer know Priss
was cherry. Of course he checked it out for himself. When he found out that
Shannon only had been fucked a couple time and that mom was a good lay he
complied with my price. One and a quarter million U.S. dollars; I was ready for
retirement.
Two weeks later I lounged in my front room, listening to the distant surf on the
beach. A package had arrived in the mail, no return address. I opened it and
found a VHS tape. It was from my latest buyer. He was so happy with Priss and
his bonus package that he filmed Priss's deflowering ceremony and sent me a
copy. She was still headstrong and fought to the end. I laughed when he slapped
her senseless after having to chase her around the bedroom. Claire and Shannon
were naked, chained to the wall. He finally got her ass turned to the camera and
spread her legs. She screamed, I mean SCREAMED when he put the meat to her. I
watched fascinated as Claire and Shannon screamed along with her. It was music
to my ears and probably his too. He stabbed into her cunt in a flurry of fast
hard strokes. I could see blood dripping on the white sheets. She wasn't a
virgin any more. When he slammed into her and grunted as he started pumping the
first load of cum her fertile young womb ever received, I almost came myself.
"Shit, no wonder she screamed like she was being killed," I said to myself. I
watched fascinated as the drug lord pulled his cock out of Priss and turned to
wave at the camera. The fucker was hung like a pony, I mean not even close to
normal. He had to be 12 inches long and at least two inches across. His cock was
stained bright red. When he moved aside, I could see a stream of red flecked
white cum pouring out from the gaping slit between her puffy lips, it was making
a puddle on the white sheet between her wide spread thighs. She finally knew who
her daddy really was!