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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 belly was hard. It was
erotic, but she resisted letting go. She wished she could let go, but hated
doing it, and knew she would be punished further. 

April recalled her tenth birthday party. Mommy was drunk and daddy was away.
No one made a cake. She never changed her panties. It felt good to be dirty.
Momma would be mad when she woke, and besides her pussy felt good all sticky
from being rubbed all the time. She couldn't help it. It itched so, and
besides Daddy wasn't there to change her thong when she climbed into his
lap, and he felt the wet, spanked her for being dirty. He'd make her get
some clean underpants, and they would start a wash. He'd also make her stand
there bare, as it was always too warm in the basement by the furnace. She
couldn't help but rub. Her pussy stung from being dirty and smelly. While
they did the wash he watched her play with herself. She couldn't help it.
Once she saw him tug at his dick. She wanted to do that, but didn't dare,
because Daddy was not aware what he was doing. That is what the young April
thought. He knew, and kept patting her head, lifting her and twirling her
around.

When the laundry was in the dryer, she would watch while Daddy undressed. He
said they needed a shower. She would beg for a bath, and they decided to do
both. First, she would wash with Daddy in the shower to get clean, and then
he would warm up the sauna and whirlpool. She would soak in the adult room
as it was called. Kids were not allowed there. She was so curious. What did
they have there? 

April was disappointed. Just a massage table, desk, computer and large TV.
She expected contraptions like she had read about in that bondage magazine
she had stolen from Mrs. Banks's mail when she was playing with her
daughter, Mercy. Mrs. B, as they called her, had many piercings and tattoos.
Little Mercy had one tattoo and she was 12. Mommy makes men behave, Mercy
told April. She spanks them. Sometimes I watch, and once when she was
sleeping and left this man all tied up I played with his cock and made it
shoot.
April thought Mercy was something else. Next to her father she was her wild
hero.

When April and Daddy soaked in the Jacuzzi, April would sit in the hollow of
his legs. He would touch her hair and face and rub his dick against her ass.
Once when he was even more drunk than usual he rubbed her flat unformed
nipples that were no more than a puffed pop corn kernel. He joked that they
were so sweet they would never be old maids when she told him that she
thought they were the size of puffed corn. They talked about all sorts of
weird stuff. Daddy told her how when he was a boy his mommy would suck his
wiener. April reached back she remembers and felt it. Daddy pulled back
shocked that she was forward. She laughed remembering how much the fool her
Daddy had been. He would go just so far and then he stopped. Finally, he let
it all go when she was thirteen just before she met her first boyfriend. No,
there had been many boys before, but this one was almost eighteen, and he
treated her like a girl friend and not a baby. April wanted him, but she
wanted her Daddy first, so the next time she slept in his bed when Mommy was
away on a trip, she told him that she wanted him to fuck her, and if he
didn't she would tell everyone how he abused her. Daddy was shocked. He was
mad, but he suddenly picked her up, and as she screamed she was scared, and
she was, he fucked her, not that she had her cherry, and when he broke
inside and moved hard and fast, it hurt, but the pain released her.

Two nights later she told her new boyfriend that she would blow him but was
on the rag and couldn't fuck him. She was too sore to let him put that huge
dick inside her. Two weeks later when she did fuck him, she was again sore
and loved it, and fucked her Daddy too. It got to the point that when she
fucked her boyfriend she felt guilty and had to give her Daddy some of the
spunk. He didn't know it, but one time, she was still full of the boy
friends stuff and Daddy grabbed her when she came into the door from the
date, and one half hour after fucking her boy friend she fucked her father
right on the living room floor. He realized as soon as he was inside that he
wasn't the first that night. That did not stop him and he came harder than
ever and April came with him, and was lost in the churning orgasm. She came
five times that night, twice with the boy friend and three times with Daddy.
He wanted to do it a fourth time, but she fell asleep and was too tired to
move, and besides her tits hurt, and her cunt was sore, and she wanted to
enjoy the unpleasant sensations without fucking again. More sex would
confuse her. She told her girlfriend that she loved the idea of fucking her
daddy and boyfriend at the same time, and would she help her to make it all
possible.


Of course, April was caught. She knew it would be hard to escape Jane and
her mother and father. She loved her family. She had done this before, but
Jane's father was there, and he liked her so much he protected her. I know I
am not Jane too April mused, but when I flash on her I am caught in the play
we make.
I am instantly wet.

April 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 tougher 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. "Mommy," Jane
said, "I loved that pool. Can we go again?"

Jane walked slowly to April who rested on the wooden bed. Rested would
perhaps be too strong a word. Tied by her feet and neck, Jane had not tied
her as tightly as her mother who checked the bonds just before she left.
April moved to the right away from Jane, but stop when the child sat down,
took April's hand in her own and pretended to count the fingers, tracing her
nails, and making the hand into a costume hand that she pushed and waved as
if April were a doll and not seventy pounds heavier than the 60 pound girl.

Jane pushed April's hands to her face, undid the bonds and ordered the woman
to massage her face. Jane closed her eyes and Jane's mother shouted at April
to do what my bitch of a daughter tells you to do. April jumped when Lucy
barked at her. Jane ordered April to finger her as she squatted on the
bench. Quickly, Jane moved to open her cunt to April. Jane pulled back on
the lips to reveal a deeply reddened vagina distorted out of shape. Jane's
clitoris was adult size or larger and April fascinated by the girl's pussy
pushed back the hood and rubbed the child's clit. Jane yelled. She ordered
April to do it harder. She pushed the woman's fingers deeper inside and
swayed. While April fingered Jane, Mommy tested several vibrating dildoes.
"That one Mommy," Jane pointed to the thick blue curved plastic instrument.

Quickly, mother and daughter attacked April with the battery turned on high.
As April felt the vibrator pushed to her cervix without much preparation,
she tried to back off, but Lucy held her while Jane plunged inside with the
oversized super John Holmes size cock. As Jane fucked April, Mother rained
beat at April. She hit until April sagged. "Please, Mistress," as Lucy
stopped for just an instant. "No more, Mistress," but April was coming as
she spoke, deep in some sexual trance, swaying as her body lurched forward
and backward to the muscular contractions that rippled on her belly. Lucy
smiled when April came, and she screamed. "Now bitch you will make me come."

While Lucy screamed and hit and Jane pumped the dildo inside, not stopping
after orgasm, April remembered her father and how he would rub his cock.
April couldn't believe the visual transformation. One second she was deeply
involved in Jane and the intensity of the child. In the next moment she was
the age of Jane and she watched her father fuck her mother. She sat next to
them watching TV while they fucked. She would stare at the TV while he would
suck her mother to come, or she would blow her dad letting the come shoot
out of his hands on to her mother's face. One time mother missed and the
semen landed on April's face. April remembered she licked at it as she saw
her mother try to slide her tongue around her mouth. 

Father watched April, she remembered. Yet, 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. Lucy collapsed on the bed and forced
April to suck her off. April resisted and Lucy pulled at the bindings almost
choking the woman. Now, in a subtle transition, April watched the past. She
saw her mother kiss her as if she were watching a movie of a past event. 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,
cutting the nipples with her teeth.

April nursed at her mother's tits. There was a leap in time. April was now
eight the same age as Jane. While Jane nursed her mother April lived in her
remote past. While the infant slept in her crib, April remembered that Mommy
would rub her until she slept.

Lucy's infant slept in the crib. She was a quiet baby. Lucy rolled the
infant's clit to put the child to sleep, and the babe would gurgle and act
as if she were the happiest kid in the world. 

April 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 wondered if she were Jane?


KIDNAP Chapter Four

April dreamed of 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. Daddy told her he had his fantasies. Sometimes our
imagination changes what we know to have happened. Daddy had convinced
himself that Jane/April was an adult and it was ten years later. 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/April's presumed father. The bruises on Jane
and April's arms and the scars inside their cunts made a colorful spectacle
all in pink.


Chapter 5 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/April was born. Daddy was father three times. Mommy was
Charlotte's daughter too by an earlier relationship and fantasy. Genes were
not the issue. 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.

Jane told April the story of Charlotte one night while April ate her twin
spirit out. Daddy sent her away to camp when she was 12. That summer
Charlotte went off to camp to fuck the Director she had met the previous
year. When they spoke to each other, as they were the same person, it was a
quiet debate.
Jane told her that charlotte fucked the sixty year old man every day, and
loved it with him more than any of the boys she knew. When she came home
from camp, the director paid her father a fortune to let Charlotte live with
him and his wife. Charlotte told Jane and April that she preferred the man,
but the wife made it interesting when she brought her little boy lovers over
for dinner when the camp director, High School Principal, was out of town.

None of this lesbian bisexual Charlotte shit mattered to April or Jane.
Daddy was home, and when they loved him together they were two females with
one male, and the attraction between the girls was second to the force of
their connection with their father.

Luke was rough on them. He called him self Saint Luke. He forced them to
fuck and suck him off. He insisted they do it together. He'd press his cock
into April and Jane would scream. He presses his dick into Jane's mouth and
April would cough up the semen. He told them when he was aroused (and only
by them) that he couldn't distinguish one from the other. Your tits are the
same: you have none. Your mouths are almost too small for my cock, but you
managed to take it all the way into your throat like you had been given blow
jobs for years. Of course, April and Jane had been blowing boys since Jane's
fourth birthday and April's seventh. The girls met when they were both nine.
They bragged about their sexual accomplishments. April didn't care that Jane
had started first. She was sure that Luke loved her as if she were really
his kin. Jane felt April's pussy when she finished with her father. She
stuck her whole hand inside, and April screamed. Another time Jane's Uncle
Paul had come to visit, and they seduced the man as they had done the
father. Paul as they called him was not surprised. He told them that he had
never had sex with teenagers as a teenager so he needed to make up time. He
would beat their pussies and Luke ran into the room to protect the girls who
didn't need it. They giggled when Luke protested to his brother, and asked
him what he would do if you found me in bed with your daughter Marjory. 

"She is only two," Paul laughed. "Give her some time."

The next time Paul visited he brought his daughter and wife with him. One
night Jane and April baby sat. When the child need a pull up, April helped
and examined the small girl's privates. They were red, and the clit was
swollen. She rubbed the child to stop her crying, and then pushed her cunt
against the baby's arms and rubbed herself to an orgasm. She was certain the
child had come too. She must have. She never cried when April touched her.
Uncle Paul is a good bad man April smiled. How I want him to rape me. I know
it is not really rape, as I consent, but I want him to scare the shit out of
me. No, not literally. I want that man to fuck Jane and me so hard we almost
bleed like virgins.

Rape   Chapter Six.  (work in progress)  Luke rapes April and Jane, and Jane
becomes pregnant by her father. April is kidnapped as a lark spun as a tale
by Jane and April.  If you want to read more, write me at
farragher@nj.rr.com

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