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Subject: {ASSM} Kidnapped and Tortured   Chapters 1-4
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KIDNAPPED and Tortured Chapter 1

Leather bindings held her wrist bound in front under her large breasts. 

April woke to bondage. It was not the first time. Yesterday, before being
kidnapped, she complained that she had no life left? I am bored with my boy
friends and sex. 

When April woke about three AM, she felt for the step out of her bed, but
could not move her legs. When she realized that her legs were tied at the
ankle, she could not stand up. April's pussy ached, and cum leaked. Someone,
maybe several people, had fucked her, and the soreness in her tits and cunt
felt good. She loved it. Stopped by the rope line attached to her neck, she
felt for the collar. She tried to remove it. 

She knew she would put it back on, but the collar was in one piece and
constructed of very thick leather. It held her tight but not so tight that
she would fear strangling unless she moved too much. 

Last year she had been in a scene where she struggled as the woman beat her
ass and stuffed her cunt with a huge dildo. She hated toys. 

I like Mouths she would tell her lovers, male and female. Her cunt ached
from being pounded. It must be a man this time. I smell man, and his tight
hands on my legs held me to the hard wood bench of a bed while, in a flash
of memory, April felt that strong pull of a woman sucking at her cunt. 

She saw it again. The woman had strawberry red hair. She was very young,
maybe thirteen. She had no tits, and more memories returned. 

A man had helped April to his car. One memory refreshed. The little girl had
helped him and she had called him father. He looked nothing like her.  Where
am I? 

The bed is not my bed. It stinks of mildew here. Looking up she was grateful
she was not blindfolded. 

On the desk was a collection of very large double dildoes and behind the
desk a girl played video games.

This was actual not virtual. It was not a memory. The girl called Herself
Jane and said she was almost 12 or maybe 13. As she joked, April looked and
wanted the girl and the father. No, she wanted to be the little girl. When
April asked her about her father, she didn't answer. When she questioned her
further, the girl came across the room and slapped April across the face
before putting on a gag. 

Unable to speak but muttering, April felt the child suck on her tits, which
had been covered only with a pink tee shirt. The child bit at the nipples
switching her mouth back and forth, licking the nip, sucking again and again
harder while April moaned under the gag shaking her head back and forth.
Suddenly April lifted her pelvis and tried to stretch off the bench. Perhaps
if she rolled to the floor she could escape.

When April rocked, the child fingered the woman with her whole fist. It
hurts April screamed please stop. Jane couldn't stop, and when April
realized that she was truly caught she leaned back and sat still. April's
chest heaved and her tits exposed shone in the dull light. The child had
sucked them swollen. April ached. She realized quickly that this is what she
loved more than anything.

When Jane applied nipple clips to April's breasts, and made them as tight as
possible, April screamed under the gag. April heaved. She came shaking and
spitting pussy juice everywhere at once.

Jane did not let her alone. When she screamed the child beat at the woman's
thighs with small hand whips, and then she fucked her ass with a thick dildo
she picked up from the floor. Who knows how long it had been on the floor.
It smelled and was dirty, but April felt the 3 inch thick fake dick plunge
into her ass.

That act burned. It hurt. She was lost in the dull thud of the slaps and the
pump of the toy that was more brutal than any other she could remember. 

Just as the girl slapped her woman, about 30, entered the room by way of a
make shift stage. She had huge tits, and a big ass, and was forty pounds
over weight. She was formidable. Her mask covered her eyes. Her upper lips
bit at her lower, and the little girl came and hugged her leg and fingered
her ass then her pussy and called her Lucy and then Mommy.

Quickly, the little girl removed her panties on command of her mother, and
then her pink silken top. Jane wore no bra, and her tits were like cherries,
and of course any pubic hair remained on her pussy had been shaven clean.
She looked ten and not the 12 that she claimed. 

Her mother looked at the presumed questions in April's eyes. "Can you
believe she is 8?"

April thought that impossible, and yet April loved the idea. She loved being
eight. She had fun playing with boys in her tree house, and there was one
teenage boy who would play strip poker with her? He made her feel for the
first time, and there was something about this little girl that turned April
on. Later April realized that she liked the child because she was slowly
becoming the girl.

Come here mother said. Beat that ugly woman your father fucked last Night
while we watched. Make her swallow your pussy, and taste a child. Your
father will be back later. This is more than a party. You know we can't let
her live. You will kill her with a knife. Don't shake your head. Mommy hates
her. She is skinny and Daddy came too easily and wanted to do it again. He
hated that I wouldn't let him. You hated it too, and I see you sucked her
tits. Why? She has no milk. I do the mother pinched her nipples and spread a
flower of spray quickly letting down.

In the past the little girl knew that Mommy let the women go. Why did she
scare the woman? Jane wanted her Daddy now. She hated it when Mommy was mean
to the girls. Jane did not consider her treatment of the women as mean. She
told her mother that she would never really hurt anyone. When her mother
laughed, Jane hated her mother more.

At that moment out of desperation April began to cry. She wondered if it
were role-play or some actual nightmare. She knew her fake tears were good
family politics.


Chapter Two

April had to pee. It was more than an urge. Her body was hard. It was
erotic, but she resisted letting go. She wished she could let go in her
pants, but hated doing it, and knew she would be punished further if she
did. 

She squirmed. Jane noticed and placed her hand on April's belly pushing into
her cunt with her tiny fist. The child smiled at the discomfort. She laughed
as April twisted trying to escape the pushing hands.

When the older woman left the room, Jane quickly untied April's feet
allowing her to walk to the bathroom, April raced there but didn't quite
make it. She was relieved none the less and sat on the toilet, her arms
bound with hand cuffs in front of her. Jane laughed at the cowering adult.

When Jane stopped, April breathed harder. She watched the child as she
played with her own pussy pushing apart her lips exposed through the edge of
her panties. Jane told April they were both dirty girls and stunk. April
watched the child as she rubbed her clit fast. Her pubis was irritated,
almost red from vigorous rubbing. April couldn't believe the maturity of the
child's genitals. This was not a child. When Jane spread her legs apart to
rub deeper she pushed her cunt on April's free hand and ordered her to
finger deep inside her.

Gagged April wiggled her ass, shook her large tits. Jane noticed. April
watched the child touch her wet cunt to rub the wet into April's thighs.
Then she rubbed April's clit. She caressed April slowly but with increasing
pressure until April's nipples hardened.

Jane noticed the arousal, and laughed. April wondered why she laughed at the
older woman's arousal. Jane rubbed her own cunt, opening the lips, showing
the raw hole of child who had been fucked. Jane did herself and April
aroused by the spectacle became Jane and the two of them merged. They knew
the other's thoughts. 

Jane's mother, a crude dominatrix, didn't have a clue how deeply her
daughter felt lust. When she came back into the room April looked as if she
had not been freed to allow her to pee. When Lucy watched how Jane rubbed
April too softly, she whipped April with a bull whip she had brought back
into the room. The whip snapped on April's nipples, and then her ass. Tied
up April couldn't move, but she collapsed inside, and slumped down
unconscious. 

When April woke she felt Jane's and Lucy touching her ass, pussy, mouth,
tits, and the woman and the child beat at the woman they aroused. April came
hard and quickly with a force that scared the child. 

Lucille April's cunt with a ruler while Lucy sat on April's face and April
knew she had no choice she licked the fat woman's twat until the woman
suddenly stopped. 

Jane's Mommy was angry that her daughter had been gentle. She was also angry
that April came too quickly, and in the moment where change would happen,
April shook with a fury raining blows on child and woman until in the fury
of film the layers of the two women, adult and child, rose up, and returned
the rage on Lucille, beating her until she could not move. 

When Lucille whimpered her safe word, Jane took her mother in her arms and
caressed her. What Lucille didn't know and would perhaps never feel, was how
Jane and Lucille were one being and one spirit and cone orgasm.

Jane told her Mommy as she called her that the woman wanted more. Lucy told
the child that it didn't matter what April wanted. We were in charge. We
would decide how we would best get off.

Chapter Three

April felt good afterwards when Lucy and Jane had left. She cried, but it
was a shaking heartfelt cry that left her face wet. The mother and her
daughter did not let April rest too long. April heard the laughter when they
came back quickly in the room. They were both naked, and had been swimming
in the house pool. April watched the child smile, and she heard the mother
praise her daughter. April wondered if she lived in a dream.

Quickly, mother and daughter attacked April. As she felt the blows, the
pulls, the bites and even the snap of the whip, April remembered her father
and how she would watch him rub his cock. He knew she watched. It was an odd
thought as Jane's mother slapped April with a thick belt across her sweating
breasts. Jane heard the moan become a scream. She loved it and pinched her
own nipples, which were slightly raised and swollen.

April watched mother and child kiss. It was hard to tell who was who.
Suddenly, in another reversal of power, Jane became the child or infant
again, and kissed her mother sucking at her tits.

As she watched the child open and close her hand as she nursed, a typical
infant gesture, April wondered if there were more children. What was their
characters and personality? 

April remembered the man who kidnapped her. April loved how it happened. She
wished ha did more to her. She was ready to be cut. I wanted more of that.
April remembered how bad she had felt at nine when her Uncle Tim had let her
sit in his lap and she let him rub her ass against his thing. He made wet,
and then made April very unhappy. He felt such guilt he said that he
rejected 

April after that. The man told his brother, Jane's father, about how Jane
loved being sexual. Daddy would come alone soon to fuck his daughter
pretending to punish her for being a bad girl. Somehow, daddy had convinced
himself that Jane was an adult and he was seeing the future. Of course, it
was a rationalization for his guilt. He wished he could just enjoy her, but
then again the pain of guilt felt wonderful.

When Daddy dressed in a towel came to visit April he beat her bare ass with
his belt. He beat her pussy and all parts of the child who came in a
repeated arc.

Finally, in rage, he pushed his cock into her virgin cunt, taking the child
Woman. He imagined he was that great stallion at the farm when he was 13 who
covered the huge mare. Later, he heard that the mare had descended from the
stallion. There is no incest in nature. The beasts are lucky.

April knew instantly that time had played blind man's bluff and that she was
had been kidnapped and raped. Technically, it wasn't rape. She wanted the
abuse, the deceit of incest. April cried again thinking of the pleasure of
the child and the man, Jane's presumed father. The bruises on Jane s arms
and the scars inside her cunt were delightful.

Chapter 4 Charlotte

Charlotte entered the room. She wore silk from Victoria Secret. Her gray
eyes and deep angular beauty made April silent. All in the room stared. Jane
rubbed her own nipples taking her mouth and hands off her mother's tits.
Jane's mouth was wet with mother milk. Charlotte kissed the child licking at
the milk, and then took Lucy's tit in her lips and expressed a shooting star
of blue cream milk that landed on April's chest. April, who had somehow
removed the gag, licked at the milk that rolled down her chin. April
realized that the gag had never been tied. All April needed to do was spit
it out, and she didn't. It felt good there as loose and tight as a cock in
her twat. I want that man who roughed me up to fuck my ass and pussy. I want
him to bring the best dick men he knows to fuck her in an orgy. She dreamed
of this while Jane and her mother rubbed her clit, sucked her breasts, and
when she didn't seem aroused, but she was, they beat her before walking out
of the room mother and daughter hand in hand.

Charlotte watched April come by her own hand. It was a spontaneous eruption.
How does Charlotte tell this little girl that she is my true daughter? Lucy,
my older sister, had stolen her when Jane was an infant. Charlotte was
twelve when Jane was born. Daddy was father twice. Mommy was her daughter
too. Charlotte was inverted at the core. She wore her invisible male cock
and used it when lovers strapped one on and fucked all holes and made her
pain into a rage.



Chapter 5 to follow

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