Chapter 1
"I don't know why I had to come on this trip, anyway," Diane Kendrick told her mother. "I hate riding in a car for a long time." Vicky Kendrick looked over at her teenaged daughter and shook her head. Diane was being a real pain in the ass about their going on a vacation together. Diane wanted to stay at home and spend the summer running after boys. Vicky didn't like a lot of the boys her daughter had been running after. At times she wasn't even sure that she liked her daughter very much.
The trouble was that they were too much alike.
They were both sexy looking redheads with green eyes, but the problem was that Diane didn't mind showing her body off. At that moment, Diane was wearing a short green skirt that clung like a second skin to her body. It was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Vicky was a lot more prudish about things like that.
"You're going because it's a good idea," Vicky said. "We haven't been on a real vacation together since your father died. It's time we did something together."
"But what's there to do in Atlanta?" Diane asked.
"There's plenty to do. Your father has people there. We'll have a good time. You're going to have to quit feeling sorry for yourself and enjoy it."
"I won't enjoy it," Diane insisted.
Vicky was so angry that she was about to say something she shouldn't, and she tried to control herself. She took her anger out by pressing down on the gas. She realized how fast they were going, but she didn't think it mattered. It was dark, and they were riding on a long stretch of empty highway.
It did matter because almost immediately she saw the flickering blue lights in her rearview mirror.
"Oh damn," she said.
"The cops," Diane said. "You were driving too fast. Now you're going to have to pay a fine. Some vacation this is going to be."
"Shut up," Vicky said. "Will you just shut up!"
She eased her car over to the side of the road and stopped. She watched the police car pull in behind her and the shadowy figure of a police officer walk up to the car. She was surprised at herself because the first thought she had was how good-looking the officer was. He was tall and blonde, and he had a good build. He also had a nice smile, very friendly. "Good evening, ladies," he said softly. "You certainly are in a big hurry this evening."
"I'm sorry, officer," Vicky said. "I really am. I guess I just wasn't paying attention to how fast I was going."
"That was dangerous," he said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a citation for that. If you could just step back to my car for a moment."
Vicky had never been stopped before, she didn't think there was anything unusual in the officer's request. She got out of her car and walked back to his car with him. She started getting a little apprehensive when she noticed the car didn't look like a police car. It was an unmarked car with a blue light on the dash.
"Couldn't you just write me the citation while I wait in my own car?" Vicky asked.
"Get in the back seat, lady," he said.
"I won't try and get away or anything," she said. "I'd feel better waiting in my car."
"Just get in the fucking car, lady," the policeman said.
She knew there was something seriously wrong then. She started backing away, and the officer had stopped smiling. At the same moment, she noticed that there was another man approaching her car on Diane's side. She hadn't seen that man before, and he wasn't wearing a uniform.
"Run, Diane!" Vicky screamed, and she turned to run too. Something hard crashed into the back of her head and nearly bowled her over. She was desperately trying to get back up to her feet when a hand brutally twisted a handful of her thick red hair.
"That was a stupid fucking thing to do," the officer said.
He twisted her arm up behind her, and he savagely handcuffed her wrist. Then he released her hair and pulled her other arm up behind and handcuffed it too. He jerked her to her feet and pulled her back to the car.
"Please don't hurt me, Vicky whispered. "Please don't hurt me or my daughter. Please!"
"You do what I fucking tell you, and you won't get hurt," he said.
The officer made her sit down in the back seat with her legs out the door. She couldn't see what was happening to Diane, but she heard her daughter scream, and then there was silence.
"What's he doing?" she asked. "Please don't hurt her."
"Just shut up, cunt," the officer said.
She knew he wasn't a policeman. She didn't think he could be. Her heart was pounding wildly. He pushed her legs into the back seat and slammed the door. There was another long silence, and then the other door opened and Diane was forced in.
"Oh, Mother," Diane moaned. "What are they doing? Why are they doing this?"
"I don't know, baby," Vicky answered.
There was a dark screen that separated the back seat from the front. She couldn't see who was driving, but she felt the car jerk, and she knew they were moving. She had no idea of how long they drove, but it seemed like a long time. All the time Diane kept groaning until Vicky wished she'd shut up. It was hard enough without having to listen to that.
Vicky must have dozed a little, because the next thing she knew Diane was wailing loudly again. The car had stopped. She heard loud voices. The back door was being opened, and someone reached in and grabbed her by her hair and by her blouse and jerked her out of the car.
There was an enormous man standing near the car. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit, smoking a cigar. The only others were the two men who had kidnapped them.
"Very nice," the big man said. "The other's a redhead, too."
"Mother and daughter," the policeman said. "Almost like twins."
"Very nice. They'll do very well. Keep them here tonight and bring them out to the studio tomorrow. Make sure they understand they're supposed to act nice."
"They'll understand."
"Who are you?" Vicky asked.
She was standing near the man dressed in the police uniform. The one she thought was good-looking. He turned and backhanded her across the face and knocked her backwards. He turned her around, and twisted her arm up behind her back even more.
"Understand this, bitch," he said. "You speak when you're spoken to and not before. Understand."
"I understand."
"I don't think you do, but I think you'll learn!"
He dragged her over to a tree and released her handcuffs, but not for long. He forced her arms around the tree and handcuffed her again. This time, he let his hand move down the front of her body to caress one of her creamy tits, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"Nice tits," he said. "Very nice."
"Shall I bring the other one, Bob?" the second man asked.
"Yeah, bring her out. You know how!"
The one called Bob walked away from Vicky. He started undressing as the second man dragged Diane from the car. Diane was blubbering as the bigger man forced her down on her back. He took the handcuffs off of her, but Vicky noticed that there were metal rings driven into the ground. He fastened her wrists in the metal bracelets.
"Strip her, Jerry."
"Oh no, please," Vicky started begging. "Don't do that. Don't hurt her, please."
Bob had all of his clothes off but his shorts. Vicky could see the huge cock bulge pressed against his shorts as he walked over to her. This time he grabbed her tit, but he wasn't so gentle. She moaned in pain.
"Keep your cunt mouth closed," he said.
She kept her mouth closed. She could only watch helplessly as the one called Jerry started stripping her daughter's clothes off. Diane struggled only a little. She still seemed like she was in a state of shock. Both men whistled as Jerry tore off her bra.
"Damn, what tits!" Bob said. "I bet they'll be as big as mother's one day."
The two men looked like animals as they circled the girl. Bob had saliva dripping from his mouth. Diane didn't have on anything but her panties. For the first time, she started struggling as Jerry put his hand down the front of her panties and grabbed her pussy.
"Leave me alone, bastards!" Diane screamed. "Leave me alone!"
"The little bitch has got some fight in her," Bob said, laughing.
Diane was kicking and screaming, but it was a lost cause. The men stripped her panties down her legs. She was still trying to kick them, but she stopped when Bob put his strong fingers around her throat.
"Now you just be still until I get my cock in your cunt, baby," he said. "Just be still until I fill your pussy with cockmeat."
Bob was pulling off his shorts. Vicky gasped at the size of Bob's huge cock. It looked enormous. His fat prickhead was already dripping cum. It looked like his prick would tear her daughter in two.
Jerry stopped only long enough to pull his jeans and shorts down to his knees. It looked even more obscene to see him with his stiff prick sticking out while his clothes were still on.
"I'll go first," Bob grunted.
Vicky couldn't help but scream at them again, but this time they weren't paying any attention to her. They both had other things on their minds. Diane kept kicking, but she didn't have a chance, being chained like she was.
Bob held her legs apart, and he let his weight down on top of Diane.
Vicky could see his huge cock pushing up between her daughter's legs. She heard her daughter's grunt as he pushed the head of his prick up into her cherry cunt.
"Her cunt's tight," he groaned. "She's so fucking tight. Oh shit, it's going to feel good!"
Bob rammed harder, and Diane screamed as his stiff prick tore all the way through her cherry and up into her cunt. He waited a while until the girl's body stopped jerking so much. He was laughing as he started pumping his cock in and out. "She's a fucking cherry," he groaned. "A little virgin. There's no sweeter pussy in the world!"
Diane looked like she had gone into shock again. Bob's prick looked huge as he rammed it in and out of her cherry pussy. Vicky could actually see his cum dripping out of her daughter's pussy as he fucked her. She didn't want to watch, but somehow she couldn't help herself.
"Move your ass, little bitch!" Bob screamed. "You're going to learn to move that hot ass. Move your fucking ass!"
Bob reached beneath Diane and looked like he was digging his fingernails into the plump cheeks of her ass. The girl groaned in pain, but she started lifting her ass to his satisfaction. He started fucking her a little faster. His cock was making a wet sound as he plunged into her pussy.
"You're fucking good, baby," Bob groaned. "Oh shit, you're good. I'm going to shoot my wad up your hot cunt. I'm going to fill up your fucking pussy with cum. OH FUUUCK BITCH!"
Bob's body shuddered as he rammed his prick deep into Diane's pussy and started shooting his thick cum into her pussy. Vicky watched him move his prick in and out a couple of more times. Finally, he pulled his prick out of her pussy and let his cum dribble down on her belly. Vicky watched as he stood up and Jerry took his place. Jerry didn't waste any time. He let his weight rest on her daughter's body, and he plunged all of his thick cockmeat deep into her pussy. This time, there was a different sound to Diane's groan. Vicky knew what it meant. Diane was starting to feel it.
Bob was looking at Vicky. He licked his lips as he walked over to her. He ran his hands through her thick red hair. She could see her daughter still getting savagely fucked.
"You like the show, bitch?" Bob asked.
"You bastard," she said. "You filthy animal!"
"You shouldn't talk that way to me," he said. "We're going to be very good friends!"
He still had his hands in her hair, but now he was twisting it around his fingers and pulling her head back. She could feel the strain against her neck and against the back of her shoulders.
"You're hurting me!" she gasped.
"You be good to me, and you won't get hurt," he said. "That's a lesson you have to learn. Be good, and I'll go easy on you. Be bad, and I'll hurt you."
He moved closer so that his limp cock was rubbing against her cheek. His cock smelled of cum and her daughter's pussy juices. She almost gagged right then. He kept his hands on her head, but he didn't force her head back anymore. Instead, he released her a little so that she could watch what was happening.
Jerry was slamming his prick into Diane's tight cunt faster and harder. His balls slapped loudly against her asscheeks. She was groaning with each hard thrust. She wasn't near coming, but she was feeling something. Vicky felt sorry for her because she knew the girl was trying to fight the feeling.
"Keep moving that ass, baby," Jerry moaned. "Keep moving that hot ass, and I'm going to give you a nice present. I'm going to give you something you'll like!"
Vicky wanted to keep from looking, but she couldn't. She was fascinated by what was happening to her daughter. Jerry was fucking the girl like he was trying to drive her ass into the ground.
"Oh shit," Jerry groaned. "Oh shit, and fuck! I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Get ready for a pussy-full, baby. I've been saving it up! GET FUCKING READY, BITCH!"
Jerry rammed his cock into her hard and then pulled his prick out of her cunt just as fast. His jism shot into the air and fell on her belly and across her tits. She heaved as if she were trying to push the sticky cum off of her.
Jerry got up and walked toward Diane's head. He bent down and carefully wiped his prick clean with handfuls of her thick red hair. She sobbed softly as he walked away.
"She was a pretty good cunt," Jerry said.
Bob still had his hands on Vicky's head. Vicky felt sick when he turned her head back toward him and pressed his cock against her cheek again. He rubbed his soft cockhead up and down her cheek and rubbed it across her lips. She could feel his cock starting to stir.
"How are you at sucking cock?" he asked her.
"I've never done it before," she said. "Please just let us go. Haven't you done enough? Just let us go."
"You stupid bitch," Bob said. "You haven't learned anything yet. You know, it may be a long time before you get loose. A very long time. So you'd better make it easy on yourself. So take a good suck on my cock. Right now!"
She was afraid of this man. As afraid of him as she'd ever been of anyone in her life. She opened her mouth and allowed him to push his wet cock inside. She tasted his cum and her daughter's fuck juices, and it almost made her sick.
"You don't like the taste, do you?" Bob asked. "Well, don't worry. You'll get used to it!"
He took his prick out of her mouth, and it was glistening with her saliva. He was grinning as he rubbed his cock through her hair and back against her cheeks again. He reached down and unhooked the cuffs, and she fell backwards.
She felt the blood running through her arms and legs again, and it hurt like hell. She wasn't going to be free for long. He dragged her over to the metal hooks coming out of the ground. There were two more near her daughter. He hooked one of her hands.
She thought she was going to be raped. Instead, he walked around her, grabbed her hair again, and pulled her up on her hands.
"Take my cock in your hands, bitch," he said. "It won't be the first cock you've ever played with. Take my prick in your hands, and beat me off in your daughter's face!"
Diane had her eyes open. She was watching, and she knew what was happening. Vicky had no choice. She reached over and closed her fingers around the base of his big cock. She noticed him grinning as she started running her silky fingers up and down his massive prickshaft.
"That's right, baby," he said. "Beat my cock off. Beat me off and let my cum hit your fucking daughter in the face. I'll cover her cunt face with cum!"
She hoped her daughter would forgive her. There was nothing she could do about it as she started beating his cock. She had jerked off her husband at times when he wanted it, and she was pretty good with her technique. She moved her hand up and down his cockhead faster and faster and let her fingers rub against his swollen cockridge.
"That's right, baby," he said. "I'm almost there. You're doing a fine fucking job. Just keep that up!"
She moved her hand as fast as she could. His sticky cum was already dripping off her fingers and dripping into Diane's face. Diane tried to move her head, but she couldn't move it far enough.
"Oh shit yeah, baby," Bob groaned. "That's good. I'm going to blow my fucking wad in her face. Just keep doing that, bitch! Oh shit, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. Oh shit. SHIIIT!"
His sticky cum shot out of the end of his cock and spurted all over Diane's face. Vicki kept working his cock up and down until every thick drop had spurted out.
"Now take your hand and rub it all over her face and tits."
Vicky looked up, shocked. She couldn't be expected to touch her daughter like that. She shook her head, and it was a mistake. He slapped her hard and then grabbed her head again. He forced her head down until her face was touching her daughter's. Then he started rubbing her face against the girl's until they were both covered with cum.
"Now do her tits!" he commanded, as he released her.
Vicky obeyed quickly. She started rubbing her fingers quickly over Diane's tits. Her tits felt strangely hot and hard. Vicky stopped as soon as she thought she could. Bob was grinning at her.
"You're learning, baby," he said.