Fair Game - Chapter Two
by Ozmanga

After the first frenzied rape of their captive women the four abductors directed Sophie and Priscilla to clean themselves up. They were told to take a shower and put on some pretty clothes. As they made their way to the room assigned to them Sophie heard a generator start up and the gloom in the cabin was relieved by electric light.

Alone in their bedroom, Sophie tried to comfort her daughter but Priscilla was having none of it. She was beside herself with rage and terror. She blamed her mother for what had happened.

"Why did you encourage them with that disgusting dance?" Priscilla screamed at Sophie. "I thought I was going to split when that horrid Ben ripped my panties off and started to…to…" She burst into a torrent of tears. When Sophie tried to hold her the young woman pushed her mother away. 

"I thought they were going to kill me. I couldn't breathe," she sobbed. "That nasty one who threatened Trevor with a gun handcuffed me and I couldn't stop him putting his p…p…penis in my mouth. He nearly choked me. He squirted his filthy juice into my face. It's all your fault." She tossed herself onto the bed and lay there sobbing. 

Sophie left her daughter to cry. After unpacking soap, shampoo, and towel from her suitcase she wrapped the towel around her waist and set off into the twilight to find the showers. The ablution building was separate from the main cabin. It was next to the kitchen. The four shower stations were not partitioned. They faced a row four toilet cubicles boasting surprisingly modern self-contained green technology. Next to them was a row of hand basins with a cracked mirror above each one. A grimy window at the end of the toilet block looked out onto the kitchen.

Sophie was surprised the water was warm—she learned later that it was heated by the kitchen range—and for a brief moment forgot her problems as she soaped and sponged the sticky residue left by the rapists from between her legs and out of her hair. When she had finished Sophie thought she would try a speak to Trevor who she could see standing by the kitchen door. Before she could call out Charlie appeared and spoke to her husband. Sophie couldn't hear what Charlie was saying but the conversation ended with the bearded rapist slapping  his prisoner about the face. She decided not to risk a confrontation and hurried back to her room.

***

Trevor, meanwhile, picked himself up off the concrete floor of the kitchen. He dabbed his split lip with the sleeve of his shirt and glared at his jailer. "Why?" he mumbled. "Why are you doing this?"

Charlie looked down at the smaller man. He grinned.

"Because I want the salad done the way I like it, and the steaks not too rare, and not over-cooked. So you do as I tell you or you get a slapping."

"That's not what I meant…" began Trevor, before Charlie slapped him down again. Charlie had powerful arms and big hands.

"You mean why are we fucking your women and chaining you to the kitchen floor? Because we can, Bozo, and because it gives us pleasure. And because you are a thief and a swindler whose disappearance will cause no real alarm."

Trevor tried not to groan as he hauled himself upright again.

"So, load the trolley first— knives, forks, plates—six of everything. Salad, bread from the bin, sauces, mustard. Then cook the steaks. Now remember, no longer than five minutes each side and when they are done you ring the bell. In about half an hour's time. One of the women will come and collect the trolley. Don't try to talk to her or you'll get another beating. Do you understand?"

Trevor nodded to avoid a threatened slap.

"Good," said Charlie. "When you've done the washing up, banked up the fire, and got the trolley ready for breakfast you can turn in. You'll get used to sleeping on concrete and there's a blanket on the top shelf of the cupboard. If you need to go there's a bucket outside the kitchen door. Wash your hands if you use it. Tomorrow morning one of us will escort you to the shower block. Hey, don't drop the soap."

Trevor was about to risk another slap by protesting this treatment when a series of sharp screams shattered the evening stillness.

"Sounds like your step-daughter is getting some instruction. It always takes time before everyone learns their place," Charlie grumbled before heading back to the cabin.

***

When Sophie returned to the women's room she found Doug standing by the bed. He held Priscilla by her right wrist with one hand and was massaging his groin with the other. The young woman regarded him with a mixture of horror and loathing. "No…no…" she kept repeating.

"Why didn't this stuck-up little bitch go take a shower as she was fucking well told?"said Doug to Sophie as she entered the room.

"She was upset," said Sophie hurrying to her daughter's side. "She needed time to recover from the disgusting performance that you and the blonde monster put her through."

"Ben's no monster, woman. And you didn't answer my question. This slut disobeyed an order," said the rapist. "And that's a punishable offence. She's a naughty girl. She should be spanked. You want to do it, or shall I?"

"Do what?" asked Sophie, desperately trying to think of a way out of the situation.

"Put the little slut over your knee and make her ass cheeks glow. You do it and you can use a slipper. If you won't, I'll use my belt on her." His hand shifted from his bulging groin to the buckle of his thick leather belt.

"No. Don't do it. Mother!" screamed Priscilla.

Sophie realized she had no real choice. She rummaged in her suitcase and found a soft soled slipper then sat down on the hard wooden chair and nodded to Doug.

"Bring her to me. I'm ready," said Sophie as she adjusted the towel over her thighs, thereby exposing her breasts.

Priscilla struggled and wept as Doug dragged her to her mother's chair and forced her to lie across Sophie's lap.

"Lie still you little bitch," Doug grunted, Sophie heard the click of closing handcuffs and saw Doug had fastened her daughter's hands to the low rail between the legs of the chair. "Now," he said. "Lay into her, mommy. Let me hear her scream."

And scream Priscilla did at every stroke of the slipper, despite the fact that Sophie pulled nearly every blow on the young woman's naked cum-smeared buttocks. Sophie was aware Doug had taken a small digital camera from his pocket and was recording the occasion. He seemed fascinated by the way her breasts bounced as she raised the slipper and then brought it crashing down on Priscilla's rose colored cheeks and at Priscilla's hopeless struggle to wriggle free from Sophie's strong grasp. 

The spanking ended when Doug said in a husky voice, "That's enough for now, cunt." She turned and saw he had loosened his belt and lowered his trousers to half-mast. His fat, thick veined, uncircumcised cock was fully erect and drooling in anticipation as he worked the foreskin back and forward. "Hold her ass cheeks apart. Let the dog see the rabbit."

"Oh, no," cried Sophie. "Not her. Not like that again. Take me instead."

"I will take you," panted Doug. "But not just yet. Open her for me or I'll use the buckle of my belt on her. And do it now!"

Priscilla was barely aware of what was going on. She wept and swore at Sophie who could do nothing to persuade Doug to change his mind.

Sophie, trembling with shame and fear, placed a hand on each ruddy cheek and pressed them apart. She saw that Ben's earlier penetration had stretched Priscilla's anal orifice somewhat but she judged Doug would struggle to insert his thicker cock. As the dark haired rapist stepped between Priscilla's outstretched legs Sophie reached for Doug's erection. "Be gentle,"she begged as she stroked him with one hand and cupped his balls in the other. 

"She's only a kid." Sophie whispered as she rubbed Doug's thick cock up and down the valley between Priscilla's buns.

"Stop it, Mother! Stop it!" screamed Priscilla.

 "Just lubricate her a little," Sophie said persuasively to Doug. "Otherwise you will hurt her."

Doug grinned down at her. "That, lady, is the whole fucking intention." And so saying he slapped Sophie's restraining hands aside and plunged his rampant cock into the teenager's already ravaged ass.

When he had done—his cruel act of sodomy performed with Sophie's seeming cooperation did not take long—he withdrew and spent copiously on Sophie's recently bathed breasts and her daughter's ass-cheeks. Stripping naked himself, Doug then dragged the women to the ablution block. He joined them in a quick shower and left the pair with a warning to be dressed and ready for dinner in fifteen minutes time. Neither woman spoke as they returned to their room and dressed. Both put on little black dresses and pumps. The outfits were very suitable for cocktails  at the upmarket health spa they had planned to visit but seemed incongruous to Sophie in the backwoods situation they were in. Sophie wore black nylon stockings and a sexy garter belt hoping the traditional "fuck-me" look would divert some of the sexual attention away from her frightened and angry daughter. Priscilla regarded her mother with loathing.

In the big room Sophie noted two of the four abductors hadn't bothered to change. Ben and Doug had put on a clean set of navy-blue sweats. The men greeted the entrance of Sophie and Priscilla with wolf whistles and coarse compliments. It was clear they had continued drinking since the fun and games following  Sophie's strip-tease.

The dining table was tucked into a corner of the big room with windows looking out through the veranda onto the lake, now steel-gray as the sun sank behind the surrounding peaks.

"Hey, Charlie, have we time for a quickie before dinner?" said Ben eyeing the wide eyed Priscilla. Doug was standing behind her.

Charlie consulted his watch. "Ten minutes, tops."

Ben nodded to Doug who wrapped his arms around the waist and arms of the frightened teenager. Ben put both hands on the neck of Priscilla's dress and pulled it down until her breasts were uncovered. She started to beg for him to stop but her begging only spurred him on to greater violence. Ben ripped her bra open and worried her exposed nipples with his tongue and teeth then suddenly he crouched, lifted the hem of the little black dress above her waist and tore off her fashionably brief panties.

Ben moved so fast that Sophie was unable to do anything. Al gripped her arms and held her effortlessly despite her struggles. She was compelled to watch as Ben dragged down his pants and with no consideration for his young victim drove his thick hooded cock into Priscilla's proffered cunt.

"There were cries of "Go, Bengy, go!" and "Fuck the little slut," from Doug whose hands were now gripping her tits. Priscilla kept up a continual wail of "Nah…nah…nah" in time with Ben's energetic thrusting. Doug released her when he saw that Ben had Priscilla gripped firmly by the ass cheeks and she was deeply impaled on his cock. Doug reached into his pocket and busied himself behind the young woman. He pushed something into her ass and stood back, grinning, as Ben shot his load into his weeping victim.

Ben backed off Priscilla then spun her around. He lifted her skirt to show her completely smooth, newly penetrated, cunt dribbling cum. "Anyone else care for a tight but well lubricated bit of pussy before dinner?" he said. 

Al growled lustfully. He let go of Sophie and took a step towards the teenager when the sound of a bell announced dinner was ready. Priscilla was released. She collapsed, weeping, into one of the heavily upholstered chairs and tried futilely to remove the black rubber cylinder Doug had thrust up her ass. He slapped her hand away.

"Leave it alone, bitch. That's a Doug sized ass-plug. Should feel familiar. If any of us find you not wearing it you will be punished. Right, guys?"

 There was a chorus of assent.

"Okay," said Charlie. "Doug, you go get the trolley. Take the little whore with you. Looks like she needs a breath of fresh air."

Doug grabbed Priscilla's wrist and dragged her after him. She had trouble walking and nearly fell which earned her a slap. Her dress was torn and her breasts were exposed. Her thighs below the hem of her dress glistened with evidence of Ben's latest ejaculation.

Al turned to Sophie. "You two are going to provide the after-dinner entertainment  Mrs McNeville. Your daughter won't last long. I expect you to keep your promise to give us what we want, ‘with pleasure'.

Sophie was about to protest that the offer had been conditional on her daughter being spared, but she guessed it would be a waste of breath.
***
Trevor was no cook—he was an embezzler, a chartered accountant and a banker— but had done his best to follow Charlie's instructions. He rang the bell a few minutes before the steaks were cooked and waited for one of his women to collect the trolley. When Priscilla tottered into the kitchen he was dumfounded. As she tried to cover her breasts with the tattered remnants of the bodice of her dress she cried out to him for help. Help he could not give.

"They've raped me, Trevor. Again and again,"she gabbled. "They won't stop and she's helping them. She…"

"That's enough, bitch," said Doug cheerfully. "Your step daddy ain't allowed to chat with you, but show him your tush then roll that trolley along the path."

With a stifled sob Priscilla did as she was told. Trevor was shocked to see Priscilla's tight little asshole distended by a black rubber plug. She adjusted her dress and wheeled the food-trolley away. Doug turned to Trevor and said. "Since we got here I've fucked that kid of yours twice. The first time she wrapped those sweet soft lips around my cock and milked it like a suckling babe then later I reamed her near virgin ass. See that plug up her ass? I put it there so she's ready for me next time. She's a natural born piece of fuck-meat. But you probably know that, you wicked old goat."

"Damn you for a filthy rapist, I've never touched her that way," Trevor hissed. 

Doug ignored him."Maybe it's because you're gay? A little girly-boy? You want to suck my cock, get a taste of prissy Priscilla's ass?" 

"You're disgusting."

"Yeah. Perhaps I'll come back later after I've fucked your wife and fuck you too. The whole fucking family in one night. That'd be something, eh?" He turned and followed the fast disappearing Priscilla.

Trevor was greatly upset at what he had heard and witnessed. He guessed that Doug must be drunk or drugged. In fact Doug was both, having washed down his blue pills and his white pills  with too much scotch. Trevor agonized about his helplessness but could see no solution to the problem. He fought back tears of frustration as he fed himself on portions of the steaks he had recently learned to cook.

***
The women were allowed to eat in relative peace after they had acted as waitresses serving food from the trolley and drink from a hugely stocked sideboard. Priscilla had no appetite and was not talking to her mother. Her sulkiness seemed to amuse Al. He put his arm around Sophie as she finished her meal and said softly in her ear, "How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child, Mrs McNeville. No doubt she will learn to appreciate you before we've finished here."

Sophie looked at the big man. "Shakespeare and rape ‘Al'? That's a funny combination."

He shrugged. "You don't know your Bard if you think so. But now it's time you got fucked again. Take off that expensive dress, Mrs McNeville."

Sophie looked up to see the other men grinning at her and Al.

"Now," he said, his voice rising. "Get out of that fucking dress before I rip it off your fucking back ."

She was slow to respond and heard the expensive fabric tear as Al ripped the dress from neck to hem before tossing her onto the dining table. 

"Nice, but a bit up market for Snake Island," he said as the ruin of her little black dress slid to the floor. Al unzipped his fly. Pushing the fabric of her thin cotton pants to one side he slid his huge erection into her surprisingly juicy cunt.

Al's action initiated a night of sexual excess. The four men, certain that their plan to abduct the McNeville family  had succeeded without a suspicion of foul play, were ready to party. Fueled by drink, and in Ben's and Doug's cases, drugs, they competed with each other to penetrate and humiliate Sophie and her daughter. At one time Sophie had both Ben and Charlie forcing their cocks into her mouth at the same time while Al reamed her ass and Doug tried to make it a four-in-one fuck by filling her pussy. When he didn't quite succeed Doug took his disappointment out on Priscilla.

It seemed to Priscilla that there was no indignity she or her mother did not endure that first evening. Sophie  took little comfort in Al's assurance that, "The first night is always a bit of a frantic fuck fest. Tomorrow we calm down a bit. So endure, Mrs McNeville, as long as you are able."

He then pulled a struggling Priscilla towards him, bent her over the back of one of the over-stuffed leather arm chairs, removed her butt plug and said to her apprehensive mother, "Suck my balls, Mrs McNeville while I sodomize your daughter."