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Drive By The Trapper Part One A flash of white and blonde caught his attention as he cruised through the upper middle class neighborhood in his stolen ride. He barely caught the bright flash out of the corner of his left eye. He was slowing down for a four-way stop sign. He slowed down enough to let a car approaching from the right beat him to the intersection. As he waited for the other vehicle to cross and clear the intersection he looked right, then left as if checking for traffic. Now he got a good look at the flash of color. "Damn, she's one hot little piece," he said out load to himself. He turned left and got a glimpse of her running down the drive with a briefcase in her hand. A brand new shiny black foreign luxury sedan stopped backing out the drive and a late middle age guy jumped out to take the briefcase from her. She spun around to run back up the drive; as she spun her robe flew open. She quickly pulled it shut. But, not before he had a glimpse of her tiny white panties and long, long tanned legs. He heard the guy call out, "Bye honey, see you tomorrow night, don't forget that I won't be home until about mid-night," as he backed into the street. "Fuck, I'm going to get me some of that," An alley came into view on his left. It ran right behind the house. He signaled and slowly drove into the narrow heavily brush lined little lane. The back of the house had lots of bushes growing between the fence and the alley. About a hundred feet ahead he saw a park sign. It was the side entrance to a neighborhood pocket park. He pulled the car to the end of the park and parked it between a dumpster and a bathroom. Not a person stirred in the park, nobody walking or jogging on any of the nearby paths. I wiped the car down quickly and eased into the shadows formed by the overgrown vegetation lining the alley. Only one other house near and it was vacant, a For Rent sign on a post by the entrance to a path leading through the shadows, bushes and trees and up to the back of the stately old home. I walked into the path casually, looking like a prospective renter as I looked over the old place. From a strategic place in the brush between the homes I could watch my back trail and see her place. Nothing stirred in the alley, the yards and the street was quiet too. Easing up near the end of the line of trees and shadows I could see the street and across it could barely make out the houses set back in the trees there. Nothing moved anywhere. Slowly, window-by-window, I checked her place out. Suddenly a curtain moved up on the second floor, it was a flutter; like someone had walked by and the passage had disturbed the sheer fabric. Not moving, I stood, looking, watching, and waiting. It was getting close to go-no go time. Then she appeared at a window at the back of the house. Her fluffy white robe slipped off her shoulders. I could see the sheer, shiny white fabric of her nightie. "Fuck this shit, I'm definitely going for it," I muttered to myself. Some orders were harder to fill than others. This was one for a South American. They tended to be my best customers. This potential customer spotted the pair I just lately sold in Mexico at his amigos place in Columbia. The little blonde really took his fancy. He got word to me through the purchaser. This was to be an outright purchase, no auction; he would meet my price if I could fill the order with exactly what he wanted. A young blonde, fifteen to seventeen, well developed, translucent, milky white skin, white blonde hair, blue eyes. If she was virgin it would bring a bonus. They could be found, but were hard to get hold of. Not only that, these little fifteen year olds seem to think it was a black mark against them to keep their cherry intact. Spotting them at school wasn't hard, but it took time and hanging around schools was not my style. Besides, like I say, most of them are already fucking at fifteen. No, hanging around schools brought you attention, either from the little cunt or the cops. These little broads started realizing guys were noticing them when they hit about twelve. You couldn't just lurk in the schoolyard or near it. A mall, a ball game, tennis court or fining them being stupid while drinking and doing drugs at rural parties were the best places. I had made a good living over the last twenty years by delivering lush young booty to drug lords and oil sheiks. In the last year I had gone over 400 thou in five deliveries. It was a busy year but I got them all over the country except for the last time. Lila and June fell into my hands because I was patient and they were stupid. They put me up almost half again what I had made the previous eight months. My retirement account was close to five million now. The plan was five million or twenty- five years, whichever came first. It would be a toss up which one I would reach first. I didn't care, the thrill was long gone, I was in it for the bucks and wanted to enjoy my tropical South American home. I'm still young, I could live another forty years easily and that is a long time to do nothing but what you want to do, answering to no one while you lazed around the warm breezy tropic coast. I walked a little further out into the trees, keeping just into the shadow so I could get a better view of the front. The garage door was wide open! I hadn't had any pussy since I turned the two teens over to their buyer south of the border. I put a snatch out of my mind. This pussy was going to be mine, recreational pussy! I saw enough of her to know she was beautiful and built. Her age I wasn't sure of but she's a little older than I prefer, I'm guessing about mid forties tops. This was going to be a quiet entry, a lot of hard heavy fucking and sucking and then I would slip away. This is why I put the snatch out of mind, never strike and hang around. Not a good way to do business, and not hanging around meant getting at least a thousand miles away. Probably California, I hadn't scored there in a long time. Silently walking through the trees and brush, staying to the darkest shadowy area I reached the garage door. No cameras or security gear showing in front or around any of the windows. No light over the garage door. You had to watch those lights with motion activators. The automatic light had gone out within the last couple minutes. They usually last about fifteen minutes so it must have been about twenty minutes since the guy had driven off. Just like I owned the place, I slipped into the dark garage, slowly walked towards a dimly lighted window towards the back and stood very quietly listening for any sound, any movement. The two stalls beside the empty one had cars in them. One was an older sixties model fastback. It was currently popular with the rich little girls all over the country. It was mint and worth at least twenty five grand. The big luxury sedan next to it was worth at least one hundred K and the car the old fuck drove off I knew went for about A hundred twenty five K. Whoever they were, they had bucks. It was getting close to 7:30 now. Kids would start heading for school soon. Time to get busy or get gone. The door into the house was unlocked. Stupid fucks, they leave the garage door open and leave the entry door unlocked. The was a sign that she was meant to be there for me to unload my achingly full nut sack of it's heavy load. The place was all heavy carpet and nothing but luxury. The carpet was quiet. There was no dog food in the garage, no bowls in the kitchen; probably no pets. Looking around I found the stairs and orient myself. The cunt had gone to the back. Slowly, I walk up the stairs while I slip the mask made of a knee high nylon over my head and make sure the thin rubber gloves are on tight. There must be six doors in the big six-foot wide hallway. The place had to be close to four thousand square feet. The hallway had a curtained window at the end. The last door or the next to the last must be where I saw her. I went to the next to the last door and slowly opened it. No squeaks or noise, I had to remember to thank her for keeping the place so orderly and well maintained. It was a guy's room. Probably the old fart's. I checked the top dresser, under the pillow, the night stand. No guns, no alarm buttons, bats, nothing for protection. Must be a nice quiet, safe neighborhood! The top drawer of the nightstand had a wooden box in it. I slowly opened it up. Shit, it had a dozen rubbers in it and at least 5 thousand in hundred dollar bills. "Thanks for the cash...and the pussy..schmuck," is said quietly to myself. I slide the door to the next room open about a half inch. Movement! It was her. She was in her bathroom, diagonally across the room from the door. I could see her back and in the mirror I could see her front. She was brushing her hair out. She took the robe off, gave her hair a final little adjustment by tossing it to the left and right and kind of pushing up on it from the bottom with both hands. I didn't breath, didn't move a muscle. If she walked between me and the door, she would never know what hit her. Instead of coming to the door, she walked out of the bathroom and disappeared to the right. I was tempted to jump her, but she did not know I was here and I did not take stupid chances! I looked up at the top of the dresser across the room. In the mirror I could see the back of her, from ass up to her head. She was pulling clothes out of a dresser drawer and looking through the racks and racks of clothes hanging there. Finally she picked out a little summer dress and some shoes and walked over to the bed. Her back was to me as she laid the clothes down. I opened the door and slid quietly forward in stocking feet. There was only six feet or so between us. Just as I got half-way to her, she turned towards the door. She looked up, saw me and got a look of disbelief on her face. Before she could run or scream I had her by the front of her robe. I showed her the needle pointed switchblade in my right hand. "Don't fucking move, not a sound bitch," I whispered to her. "You understand me cunt?" She looked up at me, big blue eyes wide open; she slowly nodded her head up and down. "Reach under the robe, pull the panties off, don't even think of making a protest or fighting." With shaking hands, Claire reached under her robe and slid the little white silk panties down her legs. "Give 'em to me cunt," he ordered. She handed the fragrant white silk to him. Shocked, she stared at him as he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. She felt her face turn red, felt the heat on her face and neck as he said, "Ah, prime cunt, really prime cunt; I want to sample the slit that delicious smell comes from, baby." "Open up honey," I told her as I put the panties up to her mouth. Slowly her mouth opened up and I pushed the slick shiny material in. I looked down, her cunt was showing, she was trying to hide it by crossing her legs and putting her hands over her muff. Claire looked up at the masked intruder; she could feel her whole body tremble. His body language, voice, his entire demeanor told her he meant every word he spoke. He didn't say much, but every word he spoke scared the hell out of her. She knew she was in some sort of shock, she felt dazed, like she was out of her body watching what was going on in the room without the other two persons knowing she was there. "Move your hands honey, spread your legs," I told her. "Mmmpff," she shook her head no. I reached down and pinched a nipple through the nightgown then twisted it hard. "Ughh, Nuhhh," she shook her head back and forth rapidly. She quickly uncrossed her legs, her hands dropped to her sides. She lay stiffly on her back, spread out on the king sized bed, frozen with fear, terrified of what this madman was going to do. She looked to him to be about thirty. Her body was lush, she had a neatly trimmed blonde patch at the top of her cunt, sparse hair lined her outer lips, her mound was plump, her crack was a thin dark line with little pink splashes showing through the thin blonde tufts. "I'm here to fuck you baby. You give up that pussy, you do exactly what you're told to do and I won't hurt you, understand?" She nodded her head slowly, fearfully, as she looked around hoping for a chance to run. Her cunt smelled so damn good; I want to taste it before fucking her. I shoved her legs back until her knees were almost beside her ears. The split up the middle of her mound spread open a little, the pink slit showed bright and shiny through her sparse blond curls. "uhh, nuuuuhhh, uh uh nawwwww" Claire shook her head back and forth, tried to push her legs against his shoulders to force him off her. He had ducked his head down to her pussy after shoving her legs back to her shoulders. His tongue stabbed into her vagina. He lapped roughly up from the bottom of her labia to her clit several times. The tip of his tongue slipped into her opening and fucked into her in rapid thrusts. "Ughhh, Nuuuuhhhh," Claire tried to scream though her panty gag as she struggled to push him off. It was no use, she was held forcefully down as he continued to lap and lick her womanhood and fuck his tongue into her core. Claire lay back, desperately wanting find she was waking up and he was going to go away. Every thing that had happened the past 10 minutes was like a bad dream. "Nawwww, Claire yelled into the gag as she felt one of his big rough fingers penetrate her and curl up to begin rubbing her G-spot. She tried to ignore how good his tongue and the finger felt as she began to respond to his double ministrations. His finger inserted and curled up into her lightly stroking her G spot was stimulating her wet vagina, was getting to her. She didn't want it to feel the least bit good; she just wanted him to go away. She shook her head again, hoping she really was dreaming. What a tasty little cunt, sweet, hot, so damn fragrant. He took big whiffs of the struggling woman's hot wet cunt as he lapped up her juices and started finger fucking her. He laughed to himself when she started struggling and kicking much harder when he found her G-spot and started rubbing it. Claire froze momentarily then tried to fight the masked assailant off again. He quit licking her and was crawling up between her wide spread legs. She felt his hard penis bump up against her right thigh, then drag through her pubic hair. The head of his cock lightly grazed her wet labia and slid up to wetly slap onto her stomach. He slid back and started stabbing at her, trying to force entry, trying to rape her! She had occasional fantasies about rape, especially when she was an inexperienced teen, but now that it was happening to her she was so afraid, so frightened she felt like there was a tight steel band around her chest stopping her from breathing. "IEEEEE," her muffled scream tore past the panties. "GAHHH," she screamed again as she shook her head back and forth and bucked her hips trying to dislodge him. It hurt so badly, it was such a fierce pain. His cock tore into her not even slowing down as he drove it clear up to her cervix and shoved her whole body back so violently that her head thumped into the headboard. His cock was much bigger than her husbands, it was much bigger than any of the half dozen men she had slept with since she lost her virginity to a high school boyfriend at age 17. "What A tight little cunt, bitch," he chuckled down at her. He gave an extra hard thrust and watched tears begin to flow down her cheeks as he began ramming into her even harder, savagely thrusting into her as hard as he possibly could. He knew he wouldn't last very long. After a couple minutes of savagely raping the beautiful blonde he reached down and grabbed the panties sticking out of her lips. He quickly jerked the damp undies out and fell full length on the crying woman, sought out her lips and begin to thrust his tongue into her mouth each time he drove his hard pulsing cock into the terrified woman's pussy. He crawled up a little higher on her and began to rub the top of his cock into the top of her pink and blonde slit. Her knees jerked up involuntarily, she quivered and shook her head no, her pushed the base of his cock into her clit with more pressure and was rewarded with her hips suddenly coming up to meet his thrusting loins. Claire lay helpless as she was savagely raped. Only minutes before she had seen her husband off to the airport. Returning to her bedroom, she had applied makeup and prepared to get dressed and wake up her daughter. As the rapist grunted and thrust into her burning vagina she lay terrified remembering she had been waving at her husband as he drove off. She had been standing just outside the garage so he had not used the garage door remote. Thinking of getting her morning started, she had carelessly left the door open. "SSSSS, OHHHH, YEAH, you hot little fuck you, damn, what a ball drainer you are," he hissed into Claire's ear as his cock began pumping spurt after spurt of hot wet sperm into the crying woman's sore vagina. He began to grind the base of his cock into her clit as he rammed deep into her womb spurting gobs of hot cream. She didn't know which did it, probably not the hot spurting, but he had made her hot when he licked her vagina, had stimulated her G spot and kept grinding into her clit until she was on the verge of a climax. Desperately, she tried to think of anything but how good his tongue had felt, how her G spot was so stimulated and sensitive, how good it felt when he thrust deeply into her, far deeper than her husband ever had, how good it felt when he shoved deeply into her aching vagina and starting spurting his hot cream lode into her twitching, spasming vagina! As her climax approached, she tried to ignore it, think of other things, ignoring how good he was at fucking her; suddenly he stuck a long blunt unlubricated finger knuckle deep into her ass! It sent her off like a bottle rocket! "AHHHH, OHHH, it hurts," Claire moaned as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her burning vagina. She felt the hot runny sperm flood out of her and flow down across her thighs. At least she was on birth control, she wouldn't get pregnant, but what about disease? Suddenly, horrified, she remembered the talk she had with her 16year old daughter last week about birth control and protecting one's self from venereal disease. Priscilla wasn't sexually active yet, but she was extremely beautiful, and extremely well built for her age. It would not be long before she would want to try sex. PRISCILLA! Where was her daughter? Did this bastard have her? Turning her head slightly she could see the alarm clock, it was time for Priss to get up and get ready for school. She had to get this bastard out of here...and fast. If he got his hands on her baby, she knew she would die trying to stop him from defiling Priscilla. "Get up, stand up and get that nightie off cunt," he said quietly. Claire jumped out of bed and pulled the gown off. Standing, trembling, stark naked in front of the masked assailant she quietly pled with him to leave. "Please, you got what you wanted, now get out. I won't tell anyone, I don't want anyone to know about this, please, just get out," Claire begged. "Damn I love it when you cunt beg," he told her. "Begging makes my cock hard, get down on those knees and get me off with that pretty little mouth cunt," he ordered her. "No, please," SLAP "suck my cock you stupid cunt, get me off and you better suck me like your life depends on it." Reaching out to her shoulders her pushed down forcing her to her knees. "I'm not going to tell you again or warn you either, you suck me like you never sucked a cock before or I start beating your ass until you do, now suck dammit," he growled into her ear. With his hand in her hair, Claire leaned forward and sucked the head of the big cock into her mouth. He was big, much bigger than her husband. She had to stretch her lips wide to get him in. Not wanting to think about what she had to do, Claire began to lick and suck on the big shiny red cock head. Gradually she worked the head further and further into her mouth until she started to gag. Sucking hard, licking, pulling back, plunging forward, she tried as hard as she could to make him cum in her mouth. She hated the taste of sperm, would hardly ever let her husband shoot into her mouth and she would not swallow! Now she was desperate, she wanted nothing more than to have him get off in her mouth. She would gladly swallow his sperm if he would just get out of the house before Priscilla woke up. She was running out of time. She was scared, scared enough to do exactly what I told her to do. She sucked my dick right into her mouth and started giving the best head I ever got. Scaring them like that always made them suck like they never had before in their life. "Damn baby, get after that, yes, go for it, suck it you little cocksucker, yeah, get it deeper, yes, yes, all right, get ready baby, your going to get a mouth full, ahhhhhhh." Claire braced herself for the hot sticky blast she knew was going to flood her mouth. She hated the bitter salty taste and the sticky texture but she was going to suck every drop out of him and make him happy. "Cough, cough, Claire coughed softly as she finished sucking the last spurt out of him and swallowing it down. Slowly, she pulled back and let the big half hard cock pop out of her pursed lips. "OK, you fucked me and now I sucked you off, please just leave, let me alone, please," Claire begged. "Sure, no problem, you did good baby." I reached down and pulled her up to her feet, pulled her to me and grabbed her right tit. It was damn nice, a nice firm 36. I massaged it, plucked at the nipple and stared into her eyes. She was scared, more scared than she had been when I fucked her earlier, it was easy to see. But, what the hell, hubby said he wouldn't be back till midnight. "Turn around cunt, make a little circle for me, come on spin around and show me that ass." Slowly, Claire spun around in a circle, he ordered her to do it again then stopped her as she faced away from him on the second time around. "Fuck, you got a nice ass lady, a real nice ass. How old are you?" Claire stuttered, "I,I,I'm 35." P,p,please get out, just leave me alone." "Uhh uhh lady, that little ass you yours just looks to damn nice. I think I just might want to sample some of that." Before she could move I clamped a hand over her mouth and shoved her forward. When her knees hit the bed I pushed her face down on the bed. Those nice little globes were sticking right up in the air. Damn she had a fine little ass. "Now this is going to hurt a little bit, no getting around that honey, just reach back and spread those little cheeks. I'm going to fuck your little shitter. "NO, please, no, please, I'm begging you, don't do that, my husband tried, I can't, please, UGHHH." I pushed her face into the blankets and shoved my cock up against the crack of her ass. "Spread em and help me get it in or I'm going to plow it open cunt," With shaking hands Claire reached back and spread her cheeks. Crying, she braced for what she knew was going to be one of the most painful ordeals of her life. Holding her breath she reached back with her right hand and guided him to her tightly puckered back entrance. She had to do it, he couldn't possibly cum more than three times, if she could get through this last rape, if she could just get him up inside of her and make him cum, he would leave and she would be traumatized, but alive, and Priscilla would be safe! "Ummmm, gaaah, oh, oh, oh, pleeeease, easy, easy, not so hard, please, I'm trying, OHHHH, ahhh, ouch," Claire moaned and begged as quietly as possible. It had been hard not to scream when his cock popped past her sphincter. She had begged him to hold on, to wait, whispered to him that she would cooperate, that she would make it good for him and then she slowly, painfully, so very painfully, shoved back until he was firmly lodged into her rectum. This little bitch is really a hot little fuck, what a nice little shitter. It was obvious to him from what she had said that somebody had gotten a cock up her ass and she had made him pull it out. A real man would have broke her in, I'm going to take care of that right now. "Come on baby, start fucking me with your tight little ass," I ordered her Claire wanted to scream it hurt so badly. She bit the pillow as hard as she could, pushed her face down deeply into it in case she screamed...and pulled forward until she felt her sphincter start to expand around the big red knob on the end of his cock...then shoved her ass back on to the monstrous tube of flesh and let it slowly sink in to her until his curly pubic hairs tickled her ass. He shoved a little harder and she felt his nut sack swing forward and bump into her vaginal lips. Gritting her teeth, Claire clamped down on his throbbing cock and pulled forward. She wanted to milk him dry, hurry him up, get him out of the house as fast as she could. She held her breath and shoved back against him again. Once more the big hot tube of man flesh sank into her rectum. She felt her sphincter clutching, grasping his cock as he plowed into her rectum with even more force than the last stroke. Again and again she pushed back and clamped down on his rampaging cock. He met her thrust for thrust, felt her loosen up, felt her speed up, felt her push back harder. Clair could not see it, but as he grasped her tightly around her perfect hips, he smiled and looked down to watch her tightly stretched ass ring as he packed her back passage as deeply and with as much force as he could muster without hurting his cock! . Yeah, that's it honey, move that little ass, squeeze my cock, come on milk it with your ass, yeah baby, yes, hot, tight, yeah, deeper, yes," she heard him moan as he began to run his hard cock deeper into her ass. At least he wasn't stabbing into her like he had her vagina. She bit her lip and tried to stay loose, it hurt, hurt badly, but she knew now that she could take it. The pain was less now than when he had forced himself into her back there, but it still hurt like hell. Suddenly he shoved deep and pulled back on her hips. She stifled a scream with her hands. Hot gobs of semen squirted into her bowels. Again she almost screamed. The salt in the sticky liquid stung her torn and bleeding rectum. Then the worst thing in world happened. He reached around and began to clutch a breast in a powerful hand as his other hand grabbed her vagina. She felt him lightly strum up and down her wet, grossly displayed vaginal lips. His gentle treatment of her clit, the milking of her breast, the probing, cum spurting cock deep in her bowels was too much for her. She rammed her face into the pillow, loosed her ass and began to pump his spurting cock with all the fored she could as the biggest climax she ever had washed through her body and soul! Claire lay her head on the bed and sobbed as the rapist slowly pulled out of her torn ass. Claire lay dazed, curled up on the bed. He had tied her hands behind her back with panty hose and stuffed the panties back into her mouth again. She could see him in the bathroom as he stood at the sink and washed his cock clean. After he walked out and got dressed he wiped the bedroom furniture and then the bathroom down. He didn't want to leave any fingerprints. He made he walk to the bathroom and forced her douche bag into her vagina, washed her with several bags full of warm water. He squirted the bag's contents deeply into her, watched fascinated as water and ropy strings of semen poured out of her sore pussy. She stared straight ahead, gritting her teeth, concentrating on keeping her ass loose as he gave it the same treatment with the douche bag. She knew he wanted to leave no evidence behind. It didn't matter. How could she ever call the police and tell them she had been raped in the ass, that she had climaxed, how could she tell them that he had licked and sucked her pussy and fucked her until she writhed and moaned under him, cumming, cumming like her husband never could make her do. She knew if they questioned her, someone would see, some woman police officer, the doctor, someone would look at her and know. No, she would never tell, this would go to her grave with her! "Well baby, thanks for the nice fucks. I really like that tight little ass of yours. I sure wish I had time to burn, I'd like some more of that fine little blonde pussy too. Claire cringed on the bed as he fondled her tits and forced a finger into her. He turned towards the door to her husband's room. Finally, he was leaving. He raised his arm in a farewell salute and turned to leave.... That was the moment Priscilla turned on the shower in her bedroom. Claire recoiled in fear as she saw him freeze, she watched with her breath held as he listened intently, watched with a mother's fear as she watched his eyes flit over the family photo on her dresser. Fear washed over her so strongly she went dizzy, almost fainted as she watched him smile and walk over to Priscilla's brand new senior picture...and smile. To be continued
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!
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