1Fair Game - Chapter Three

by Ozmanga

The morning after the ‘first-night frantic fuck-fest’ Sophie woke some time after sunrise. She was lying on the big bed next to Al. Both were naked. Her head ached and her body was sore and bruised. Sophie did not remember the end of the evening. She had drunk a lot of scotch to dull the shame and pain the four men—fueled up on pills and booze—had inflicted on her and Priscilla. She had done her best to protect the younger woman by playing the whore but to little purpose. Priscilla’s genuine howls and her tearful pleas for mercy were what Ben and Doug wanted rather than Sophie’s affected willing enthusiasm for perverse sex.

At one point Sophie had rescued her daughter from a savage beating threatened by a very drunken Doug when she took the dog whip he had brought to the party and played the part of dominatrix. Priscilla did not appreciate that the light taps her mother laid on her buttocks were a fraction of the force the sadistic rapist would have given her. 

Sophie’s last clear memory of the evening was of Al making her lie on her back while Priscilla was forced to lie prostrate over her. Their pubic mounds were touching. Al began to fuck them both. He slowly entered Sophie then withdrew to penetrate her daughter. He kept this up for some time gradually increasing his tempo. Sophie was surprised to feel her daughter’s nipples harden against her own as they shared Al’s huge cock. She too became aroused, quite against her will. Sophie was panting with unfeigned passion and grinding her hips against her daughter’s when Al withdrew from her cunt and rammed his erection deep into Priscilla’s fundament. The young woman screamed as Al violated her but Sophie genuinely climaxed as her daughter’s pussy was pounded forcefully against her own tender flesh. Priscilla could do little but yell and weep as her mother’s unrestrained moans of satisfaction and vigorous hip movements filled her with disgust..

Sophie tried to slide off the mattress without waking Al but discovered she had been chained to the bed head. The chain around her neck was light and fastened with a small combination padlock but she couldn’t force it with her bare hands. Her efforts woke the sleeping giant. Al yawned and scratched himself. His cock began to grow as if it had a life of its own.

“Morning, Mrs McNeville,” he grunted. “Are you going to do something about this morning-glory or am I going to ram it up your ass?” 

Sophie scrambled on top of the recumbent rapist and mounted his erection. She began sliding up and down while he lay back and admired her tits. She ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ as Al had earlier demanded and was close to bringing Al to a climax when Charlie entered the room dragging a sorry-looking bedraggled Priscilla behind him. He was dressed in shorts and was carrying a bundle of towels.

Sophie and Al climaxed at the same time. Sophie’s exaggerated cries of satisfaction hiding a very real orgasm.

“Hey,” said Charlie. “Look at your mom go. Those tits are bouncing so hard she could put an eye out with her nipples. You should try and follow her example.”

“She’s a whore,” muttered Priscilla, suspecting Sophie’s affected orgasm was the real thing. “She started this sick game with her dance.”

“And just as well for you. She saved you from a beating and some heavy duty fucking last night, kid. Now grab your soap and towel and take your mom to the bath house. I’ll be right behind you with your step daddy.”

***
Sophie tried to talk to her daughter as they showered but the young woman refused to communicate and pretended not to hear when Sophie spoke to her.

“Priscilla, we must get away from here. At least one of us must escape and alert the police to what is happening to us. We won’t be missed for at least two weeks. Even then someone would need to get curious and make inquiries when we don’t return from the health resort.”


Priscilla turned her back on her mother and continued to shampoo her short blonde curls.

“By that time I’m afraid we will have outlived our value as sex slaves and will probably be dead,” added Sophie angrily. Priscilla shrugged and remained silent.

In the kitchen Trevor had reached the same conclusion. He considered using a kitchen knife on Charlie’s broad back as the bearded rapist knelt to unchain him but, with a solid bar still holding his ankles three feet apart, Trevor decided against such action.

Charlie hurried the reluctant cook into the nearby ablution block. Trevor had a glimpse of his womenfolk under the shower before he was shoved into one of the toilet cubicles and told to wait in silence until he was fetched. As he sat on the chemical lavatory he could hear Charlie’s voice.

“Now which of you fuck-bunnies is going to wash my back? Okay, kid, and while you’re doing that mom can give me my first blow job of the day. On your knees, cunt. Get sucking.”

Trevor trembled with frustrated rage but did not try to interfere with Charlie’s morning ablutions. When Charlie let him out of the lavatory the women were gone. Trevor was given the choice on showering with his pants on or accepting Charlie’s offer to cut them off. When he protested that he could take his pants off if Charlie would unlock the yard long bar shackled to his ankles. Charlie just grinned at him and said he couldn’t find the key.

The women dressed in shorts and tee shirts, collected the breakfast trolley without talking to Trevor. The banker, uncomfortable in his wet trousers, said nothing to them as they wheeled the trolley up the path and into the cabin,

After breakfast, Ben and Doug said they were going  to hunt for game in the forest surrounding the lake. But before they left the room to collect their guns and hunting gear they stopped behind Priscilla’s chair. She looked nervously over her shoulder and started to rise. Doug said nothing but started to pull her tee shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Ben groped her tits and then both men dragged a struggling Priscilla to the coffee table by the unlit fireplace. They laid her across the wooden top and, while Sophie looked helplessly on, Ben removed the young woman’s shorts and the cruel rubber butt plug he had insisted she wear. Doug knelt at her head and unzipped his fly.

“Get it right, this time, slut,” Doug growled as he fed his growing cock into her open mouth. Ben entered Priscilla from the rear. She struggled briefly. Ben slapped her until she stopped resisting. They fucked her brutally  until they came. Doug’s efforts to deep-throat the unfortunate young woman caused her to choke and heave and he pulled his pulsing cock out of her mouth and spent in her recently washed blonde curls. He cursed her for a “useless little bitch” as he wiped himself on her tee shirt. 

Al said he’d take Ben and Doug to the shore in the launch but would spend the day fishing with Mrs McNeville as his helper. Charlie, giving a tearful Priscilla a pat on her naked bottom, said he’d look after the cabin and ‘the kid’. He promised Doug that when the hunters returned he would have taught Priscilla just how to accommodate a big cock in her mouth and down her throat.

 “It’s like learning to be a sword swallower,” he confided to her. “You have to overcome the natural urge to vomit. It’ll take practice, but we’ve got all day.”

***
Sophie, carrying an icebox containing drinks and sandwiches, went with Al and the two hunters to the jetty where the old wooden launch was secured. There was a boathouse nearby and through the door that opened onto the lake she could make out the hull of a small sailing dinghy stacked against the wall. She could see no mast or rigging but there were oars with rowlocks attached. Sophie had taught Priscilla how to sail when her daughter was much younger and the dinghy offered a possible means of escape for either or both of them. Trevor, she remembered, couldn’t even swim.

Al dropped Ben and Doug at a small landing stage to the north of Snake Island. It was hidden by reeds and hard to find. He arranged to pick them up later in the day when they called him on his cell phone. He wished them “good hunting”.

As the launch motored slowly away from the shore Al said, “Mrs McNeville, strip. Play with yourself. Tempt me. Let’s see those tits warmed by the sun and your cunt pink and moist and ready to take my big cock.”

Sophie did as she was told. She swiftly stepped out of her shorts and pulled her tee shirt over her head. Then, smiling at her captor, she began to stroke the area around her pussy before sliding one finger up and down the crack. As she brushed her clitoris she gave a sigh of what could have been pleasure then she smoothed her breasts and manipulated each nipple until they spiked. Sophie was rewarded by seeing the big man’s cock swell beneath his jeans.

“Very nice, Mrs McNeville,” said Al. “Now go forward and, when I tell you, drop the anchor. Do you know how?” Sophie nodded. The anchor was a light plough anchor with a small length of chain and new rope. The naked woman had no difficulty in dropping it overboard on Al’s command and making the rope fast to a cleat when he said so. When she returned to the cockpit Al too was naked and erect.

“Have you ever been tit-fucked Mrs McNeville?” he asked, When Sophie shook her head he smiled and said, “Get into the saloon. That bunk is just about big enough for you to lie back on while you hold your tits together for me to fuck.” She hastened to obey. He knelt astride her body and laid his huge erection between Sophie’s soft breasts. She pressed her tits together and was surprised at how cool and silky his cock-flesh felt between them. Al began to move slowly. Each thrust between Sophie’s tightly held breasts dragged his balls over her upper belly and rib cage and advanced the tip of the rapist’s cock so that it touched her chin.

“Bend you neck, Mrs McNeville,” Al grunted. “Kiss it. Lick it and when I come, lap it up.”

Sophie complied and was rewarded shortly after with a baptism of jism. She did her best to lap the sticky mess up, as directed, then joined her captor in the cockpit. He seemed relaxed and happy as he cast a baited line into the lake and ordered her to bring him a beer. 

Sophie decided to try and talk to her abductor. “Why us?” she asked. “We were targeted, it’s clear, but why?”

Al sipped his beer and looked at his captive. “My choice,” said Al. “My fantasy. A mother and daughter together in the same bed. Close enough in age to be sisters. Fucked and abused all ways until their resistance is reduced to zero and they will do anything they are told to do. Throw in an about to be exposed embezzler who is also a wimp of a husband to do the chores,  humiliate, satisfy some bi-sexual urges in some of the team, and witness the degradation of his womenfolk and my happiness is damn near complete.” 

He took a long swallow of beer.

“You, Trevor and Priscilla fitted the bill exactly. Trevor is a crook. He was about to be arrested. Your disappearance will be put down to him running from justice. Just our luck he had two good-looking women—one a near-virgin— and one with an interesting history with him when he ran.”

“What makes you think Trevor is a criminal?” Sphie asked.

“Idon’t ‘think’ Mrs McNeville. I know.”

Sophie was quiet for a moment. It’s just possible. But what does that make Al and his buddies? Off duty cops?

“What do you know of my history?” asked Sophie.

“Let’s see,” said Al stretching and scratching his balls. “Pregnant at thirteen to a schoolboy lover three years older. Supported by angry but dutiful parents. Boyfriend and parents killed in a traffic accident. Taken in by aunt, one Lucretia Collins owner of a high-class whore-house in Dallas. Is that where you learned to be so accommodating Mrs McNeville?”

“Aunt Lucretia sent me to high school and college. She was a mother to me,” said Sophie angrily.

“No doubt,” said Al. “But you worked for her for a couple of years didn’t you?”

“As a receptionist and trainee accountant. Not as one of her ‘ladies’.” Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it,

“You never turned a trick? That’s hard to believe. Particularly the way you’ve behaved since we snatched you.”

At that moment a fish took the bait and Al sent Sophie below to get a landing net. While she was rummaging in the locker she spotted two battered orange cylinders labeled EPIRB.. Emergency position indicating radio beacon, she remembered. She quickly popped one into a bucket with a rope attached to its handle before grabbing the net and heading back to the cockpit. Al grabbed the net and asked her what the bucket was for,

“Water,” said Sophie dropping the bucket over the side opposite to Al’s line. “To put the fish in.” The orange cylinder floated away as Sophie pulled the bucket up spilling some water onto the cockpit grating. “Do you want a hand with the net?”

***
Priscilla managed to take most of Charlie’s cock down her throat after four abortive attempts. Each time she failed he put the naked young woman over his lap and smacked her buttocks with his big hands. Her backside was a shade of scarlet and her face tear-streaked and come-smeared when she finally succeeded. As a reward he let her clean up and get started on the house-work. The place was very dusty and Priscilla guessed it had been unoccupied for a long time. Charlie watched her as she swept and polished. 

The sight of her breasts swinging as she knelt to lay the fire made him horny again and he took her from behind. He insisted that she faked enjoyment or he said he would give her a further session over his lap. Priscilla tried to do as Charlie wanted but he was too big and rough for her. Her attempts at moans of pleasure sounded more like sobs. Charlie’s last few furious strokes made her cry out in pain as he hammered into the young woman and squeezed her breasts. In consequence Charlie spanked her sore ass once more.

***
“Where did you get this old tub? ” asked Sophie. She was sprawled naked on the cockpit seat opposite Al. He had landed six trout before fucking her again. He had made her face the stern, spread her legs, bend down and hold on to the polished wooden rail. Sophie had been hard pressed to simulate pleasure as he sodomized her. She did not enjoy anal sex at all and had refused Trevor when he made a tentative advance in that direction shortly after their marriage. Al’s rape of her ass disgusted her yet she did as he ordered and pretended to climax.

“The launch belonged to the previous owner of Snake Island, Mrs McNeville,” said Al as he helped himself to another beer and a sandwich. “He had it brought up from the coast. He was sentimentally attached to the boat.”

“The previous owner?”

“Yeah. A nasty little creep who made a packet running drugs.”

“Who owns  the island now?”

“We do. You ask a lot of questions, Mrs McNeville. What are you hoping to do? Set the law on us after we’ve finished with you?”

After I’ve escaped, you bastard, she thought. And from what I’ve gathered so far you are the law, or something like it. Auntie Lucretia kept her business dealings secret and family matters closer to her chest than that. You have to be the law to know I worked for her.

“Are you worried?” she said.

“No, not really,” Al said. “You saw us taking pictures of you and your daughter enjoying our hospitality last night. Well, in about ten days we’ll have enough footage to make a full-length porno flick. Evidence to show your complicity in the alleged ‘abduction’, if it should ever be needed.”

Sophie started to ask another question but Al had other ideas.

“Enough, Mrs McNeville, Shut up. Get over here on your knees and suck my cock. And while you’re doing that, frig yourself to a climax.”

The sun was sinking behind the high mountains when Al picked up the two hunters. They had a small roe deer, a hare and four rabbits dressed and ready for hanging. They were pleased with themselves and also very horny. Doug and Ben dragged Sophie into the saloon where they roughly fucked her, Doug took her from behind while Ben held her blonde head tightly as he violated her mouth and throat. They had only just finished when Al steered the launch into the Snake Island jetty. 

She helped Al and the hunters deliver the fish and the bloody meat to the kitchen. Trevor was startled to see his wife, naked and smeared with blood and come, hugged by the biggest of their abductors. Al had his left arm around Sophie and played absentmindedly with her left tit as he told Trevor how to cook the fish for the evening meal. He finished his instructions by saying, “You’re a lucky guy, Trevor. You’ve had this little sex-bomb in your bed for two years. No wonder you’re so skinny. She nearly blew my balls off today.”

Trevor clenched his fists and ground his teeth but managed to remain silent.

“Show him, Mrs McNeville,” said Al unzipping the fly of his shorts. “Show Trevor what you do with a really big cock.”

Sophie hesitated for a moment then sank to her knees in front of the big rapist. She delved between his legs and pulled out a flaccid but nevertheless massive cock.

“A bit bigger than your husband’s isn’t it Mrs McNeville?” said Al making sure the hapless Trevor was watching. 

“Yes, Al,” whispered Sophie. She began to pump the swelling flesh. As Al gave a theatrical groan of pleasure she popped the pale purple head of his cock into her mouth and continued to pump. She moved her head up and down the shaft and with her free hand played with her blood smeared breasts and the moistly glistening slit between her legs. Al withdrew from her mouth before he came allowing Sophie to give sighs of satisfaction as he shot his load onto her upturned face.
Trevor stammered, “Sophie, how could…” before Al slapped him to the ground.

“You don’t speak to the women. Remember?”

Trevor, crouched on the concrete floor with tears in his eyes, nodded.

Al laughed and led Sophie away.
