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Chapter 1. Planning the Capture
Brad looked at his wife getting dressed. His thoughts and feelings were mixed. While he felt hatred and contempt, he was still sexually turned on. He hated Sheila because of five years of living with her insults and arrogance. She was the stereotype of a spoiled bitch. Sheila expected to be well taken care of. She wanted maids, lots of expensive clothes, jewelry and fancy vacations. She had gotten all of these luxuries growing up and expected Brad to continue providing them. They lived in a large home given to them as a wedding gift.
Sheila was 25 years old and was quite beautiful. She had long brown hair and a very pretty face with beautiful teeth. The perfect teeth cost her parents a fortune when she was a child. Her only weakness was a somewhat large nose that was typical of her Jewish heritage. She was 5 foot, 7 inches tall. Her tits, which were ordinarily large, were now swollen in pregnancy. Sheila was six months pregnant and because of that, more whiney and spoiled than usual.
She was just putting on her lingerie, all designer, of course. She wore big white lace panties. You could see her dark bush through the lace material. Sheila loved to wear panties that were like old-fashioned bloomers. They came up to her belly button. With them, she wore a matching white lace maternity bra. Brad could not help thinking that the white panties and bra were the perfect attire for what he had planned. They would make her tits and big belly beautiful targets for the fists and knees of his German girl friend, Katrina.
He had met Katrina at a bar six months earlier. Kat, as she liked to be called, was pure German. Her grandparents had been Nazis during World War 2. She hated Jewish women, or as she called them, Jew bitches. He had spent hours describing his wife to her: the nagging and putdowns, the spending and need for luxuries. Katrina had never met Sheila, but she couldn't wait to take the bitch apart, piece-by-piece.
Sheila put on white thigh-high hose and a black silk maternity dress. She topped it off with a pearl necklace. She turned to Brad and said: "Mom and I are going shopping. She needs an outfit and shoes for the big fund raiser."
Brad hated Sheila's mom even more than he despised his wife. Helen Cohen was 48 years old and, because she worked out regularly at her health club, was in excellent shape. She was tall with big tits that sagged only slightly. She was proud of the way she looked and spent a fortune on clothes. Helen was very wealthy and devoted her life to raising money for Israel. She was an expert on everything, especially the holocaust. Of course, she hated Germans.
Helen walked into their bedroom without knocking. "Finish zipping this," she said to Sheila. Her daughter obediently finished zipping Helen's black corset. She thought nothing about parading around half dressed in front of her son-in law. She didn't like him. Brad never made enough money to support her daughter as well as she was used to. She never treated him well. She would soon pay for that mistreatment.
Helen finished dressing. Over her black lingerie (panties, corset and hose attached to garters coming from the corset), she put on a black see-through lace blouse and black leather skirt with high black boots. Of course, she wore her favorite diamond pendant and several rings.
The women discussed where they would shop and where to go for lunch. They preferred to shop at malls. When you shopped downtown, too often you were accosted by poor people asking for money. Helen would always say that if they spent more time looking for work, they would not have to beg. Sheila and her mom led an easy, affluent life. Very soon, that would change, in ways unimaginable to them.
As soon as the bitches left the house, Bead packed a suitcase just as Kat had instructed him. First, he packed his wife's finest panties, bras, slips, nightgowns, hose and a garter belt. She hadn’t used the belt since her stomach grew. He then went to the guest room where Helen was staying. He found some sexy thongs as well as bikini panties, a few bras, several slips, two nightgowns and a white corset. He stuffed them in the same suitcase. This would be all the bitches would need.
Brad threw the case in the car and drove to Kat's apartment. She was waiting excitedly. Kat looked sexy dressed all in leather. He could only imagine what she wore underneath.
"I am so ready," she said. "I am wet already. I could come just thinking about tonight." Kat was tall, almost 6 feet. She was in perfect shape and muscular. She was very Aryan looking, with long blonde hair. Her tits were not very large. but were firm. Kat wore a 34 B bra. She had no fat and was muscular from weight lifting. She had a swastika tattooed on the right cheek of her ass.
Kat couldn’t resist looking earlier in the day. She had been parked outside of Brad's house when Helen and Sheila left to shop. "I saw them. I can't wait to get at your wife!"
"I can't wait to see it," Brad replied. He couldn’t decide which one he wanted to humiliate and destroy more, his beloved wife or her dear mother?
Kat asked to see the suitcase and the two them had a great time pawing the underwear inside. They planned a wonderful fashion show that Sheila and Helen would put on for their amusement.
Kat turned to him. "I sold them both to a Nazi group. They love to torture pregnant Jew bitches, so I was able to get top dollar for Sheila, $5,000. They will fuck the brains out of her and then sell her as a slave in some third world country. No one will ever see her again. Helen is too old to bring much money. I took $1,000. Who knows what they will do to amuse themselves with her. She does have nice tits. Maybe, they will skin her tits.
"Here is the best part. We will have them all weekend to ourselves before we turn them over. Remember, no broken bones or damage to the face. We can focus on their tits, nipples, pussies and shit holes. And of course, teach them how to eat pussy, mine." Brad shot back, "I want to teach Sheila how to suck cock. She would never suck or take it up the ass. That will change this weekend!" He and Kat kissed passionately
"After we take care of these Jew bitches, we will make love!" Kat leaned down and kissed his balls through Brad's slacks. She hated bitches like these two. This would be the dream of her life. It would be their own private holocaust. Brad spoke. "I will see you later with the two cunts in hand. Be ready for them. Sheila will be easy. Her mom will fight like a tiger. I can't wait. I want to fuck her up the ass as I whisper in her ear what I think about her. And what are you looking forward to, Kat?"
"I want Sheila to kneel in front of me begging for mercy. Then I will whip those swollen tits and pregnant belly!"
Sheila and Helen returned home after buying many things they did not need. All they could talk about was how insolent the waitress was at lunch. And she was so stupid! They were sure she was German. Brad laughed to himself. He'd have to tell Kat about their conversation. Motivate her even more.
The pretense was that they were to look at a summer home. There is a farmhouse that is supposed to be beautiful. Needs a lot of fixing. The two of you could work on that together. "Of course, we would need a decorator" Helen said and Sheila quickly agreed. "And I would need a big budget," added Sheila. The two women sat together in the back of the car talking incessantly. Brad passed the time thinking about Kat face sitting Sheila. Kat would have Sheila's big Jewish nose stuffed all the way up her ass. Of course, he thought about his fist high inside Helen's pussy. Then he wondered, can you fist a pregnant pussy? Kat would find out!
After driving for hours, it began to get dark. The women were demanding to stop for food and a restroom. Then, they came to a big old gate. Brad got out and opened it and then drove for about a mile. "We are here," he said. "What are you talking about?" shouted Helen. "This place should be condemned. You don't mean that old barn!' The two women looked in disgust at the old farmhouse in front of them.
Suddenly, Sheila's door opened. Kat reached in and grabbed Sheila by the hair and by her left tit. She pulled Sheila out of the car and onto the ground and kicked her hard in the side and in her tits. Sheila lay on the ground stunned and crying. She yelled, "Brad, where are you?" Kat kicked her again. "Brad is my lover now, bitch and you are our slut!"
Brad opened Helen's door smiling. "Now for you, bitch!" He grabbed her ear with his left hand. With his right, he reached under her skirt and panties and grabbed the petrified woman's pubic hair. Get out bitch!! He pulled her from the car by her ear and pussy hair and threw her on her back onto the ground. She started to crawl away. Brad followed kicking her ass laughing. Now you two bitches, "Crawl to the farm house!
Kat looked at them, with disgust. "So you, don't like Germans?"
To Be Continued
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