Fair Game - Chapter Six
by Ozmanga

It rained all night and the following day dawned cold, wet and windy. After breakfast Sophie overheard Charlie with whom she had spent a torrid night  telling Al if the weather didn't improve they would pack up and leave the next day. She was just outside the door to the main room returning from the kitchen where she had taken the trolley. Neither man could see her.

"So get the most out of your favorite little fuck-bunny while you can, Al. Before going home to the ice-queen, and a life of piety and good works."

Al grunted and replied, "Yeah. That Sophie has developed into a good little whore. Her daughter ain't half bad either." There was a pause before he continued. "You know I could set them up in a secure apartment without too much trouble "

"Don't even think it, Al. It would put us all at risk. Fuck Sophie all night long if you want to, then kiss hergood bye. Doug and Ben know will take care of her and the kid. They know  what to do. There'll be more fresh poontang next year just waiting to be fucked into submission. Where the fuck is she?"

"You mean me?" said Sophie brightly entering the room. She was wearing a cashmere jumper and shorts. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"You've been eavesdropping," said Charlie as he admired the way her proud nipples tented the soft material of her top. "I've a good mind to smack your cheeky ass."

"Ooh!"cooed Sophie as she wriggled out of the shorts. "I know how that ends. And what will Al do while you're punishing me?"

***
Sophie wasn't able to talk to her daughter alone all day. It was not until before dinner when they were dressing in the few clean clothes and last pair of Sophie's stockings remaining from their holiday outfits that Sophie was able to talk to Priscilla. When her mother did speak Priscilla pretended not to listen. Sophie grabbed the young woman by her hair and whispered ferociously into her ear.

"Listen, Priscilla. Tomorrow they are going to finish their games and kill us all. I'm going to make a run for the launch early in the morning when they are still sluggish from the night's orgy. I'm Al's bed-mate for tonight. With luck I'll be able to get the keys to the launch before he realizes I've gone. If I can get away, even into the woods opposite the boathouse, then maybe they'll leave without...anyway, I want you to do the same. Swim if you have to. So tonight keep them busy. Play the slut. Spike their drinks if you can. Feed them as much alcohol as possible. They haven't changed the combination on the bed-chain locks since we arrived. I know both combinations. Do you hear me?"

Priscilla looked at her mother and nodded. "Tell me," she whispered. "The combinations." Sophie obliged.

Priscilla adjusted a lacy bra over her tender gold-ringed breasts. "I know what they are going to make us do tonight, after the meal," she whispered. "Doug and Ben have been planning it all afternoon. The usual 'lessie' stuff first, then I'm to use the whip and that double-dildo thing on you.  Ben and Doug are going to tie you to the table by the fire and, when they've finished with you they're going to get Trevor from the kitchen and let him fuck and beat you. He will, you know. With Doug standing behind him Trevor would do anything he's told. You may not be in a fit state to run in the morning. They mean to really hurt you."

"Why?" said Sophie.

"The idea is to make Al angry. They think he'll object. This time Doug will be ready for him, he says."

Before Sophie could respond Doug came into their room. "Very pretty," he said. "A whore mother and her slutty daughter all dressed up to be fucked yet again. Get into the big room, both of you. It's time for our last supper."

***
Trevor wasn't fetched to join the serial rape of his wife and step daughter immediately after the evening meal. After eating the two women had climbed onto the large coffee table in front of the fire and had gone through what had become a ritual dance of lesbian lust, a prelude to the nightly orgy.

This time the slow strip-tease and mutual masturbation was ended prematurely when Ben and Doug pounced on the near naked Sophie. Saying they had a special treat for 'mom' they roughly bound her ankles to the legs of the table and tied her wrists with a rope which they threw over the exposed beam above the fireplace and hauled it tight before fastening the fall to the table leg.. Sophie, spread-legged and stretched so only the tips of her high heeled shoes were on the ground, felt a pang of despair as she faced her daughter. 

Priscilla was handed the double ended dildo and told to put it on. Sophie watched as the young woman  slipped the smaller rubber cock into her own vagina and strapped the rubber belt around her hips. The lager false phallus bobbed up and down as she approached her mother. It looked harmless and funny. Charlie grinned and Al gave a chuckle as Priscilla spread lubricant, from a tube handed to her by Ben, onto the fat sculpted cock and eased it into her mother's pussy.

Sophie screamed. She bucked and writhed but her bonds held. Al and Charlie stopped grinning as Ben and Doug burst into howls of glee. Sophie continued to scream.

"There's nothing like a hot chilli sauce to get things moving," chortled Doug from where he knelt on the table behind the anguished Sophie. The young woman had stopped pushing the dildo into her mother when Sophie began to scream.  "Don't stop," he yelled. "Fuck her like you mean it you prissy little cunt. Harder, damn you, Harder! Ben give her some encouragement."

Ben needed no prompting. He had the dog-whip in hand and began to use it on Priscilla's buttocks. He flayed her bum flesh unmercifully, drawing blood from the harder cuts. The teenager had no option but to do as she had been ordered. She raped her mother's inflamed pussy unsparingly, until, overcome with lust Ben unplugged the teenager's anus, pulled down his pants to let his straining erection spring free, and added his violent thrusts toPriscilla's.

"No. Oh god, no," pleaded Sophie. The chili sauce felt like liquid fire and her daughter's energetic fucking spread the pain throughout her lower belly.

Priscilla felt Ben's cock enter her at the same time as the action of the double ended dildo in her cunt began to have an unlooked for effect. She could not believe her body was responding with sexual gratification to the bizarre situation she was in. But it was, and the harder she thrust the more she wanted the heightened sensations to continue. Despite her mother's piteous cries for help, Priscilla's efforts grew in strength and ferocity. 

Doug too unzipped and forced his hard cock into Sophie's exposed asshole. As he drove deep into her his hands found her firm round breasts and, clawlike, fastened onto their soft flesh. He grinned at Al and Charlie who were watching the display of sexual violence, Charlie with veiled amusement and Al with mounting anger. 

By the time Doug had come deep in her body Sophie was barely conscious. Doug withdrew and stepped off the coffee table. He picked up the dog whip from where Ben had dropped it and began to thrash Sophie's ravaged ass. The woman's limp body, jolted by the frantic double action of Priscilla and Ben barely reacted to Doug's onslaught .When Ben finally came Priscilla too climaxed and ceased her savage task. She trembled as she gradually withdrew the rubber phallus from her tormented mother. 

Sophie hung unconscious from the rafter.

"Let her down," said Al.

"Not yet, big fella," replied Doug with a sly grin. There's more fun yet to come. "Ben, go get the wimp and the you-know-whats."

Ben scurried away, tucking his softening cock back into his pants as he went. Priscilla flopped onto the padded arm of Charlie's chair and began to try and undo the strap around her hips. Doug told her to leave it in place. He had seen how using the dildo had excited her.

"A proper little mother-fucker you turned out to be. In a minute you can put some fire up her ass," he said as he handed her the tube of chili paste she had thought was a lubricant.
Priscilla shuddered as she took the tube from him, ashamed that she had yielded to lust but secretly excited at the prospect of repeating the overwhelming orgasm she had just experienced.

Ben returned dragging Trevor with him. The banker was naked having lost his toweling skirt on the way from the kitchen. His legs were held apart by the metal spreader he had worn since the family's abduction. He was clean but his pale face was covered by straggly stubble. His eyes were wild. He looked terrified as Ben hauled him to where his wife hung limply in front of the fire.

"Say 'hello' to your lady wife, cocksucker," said Doug.

There was no pity in the banker's wild eyes although Sophie's body showed the signs of Doug's recent mauling. Her breasts were scratched and some of the network of raised crimson welts that covered her back were oozing blood.

"She's a whore," snarled Trevor.

"Yeah," agreed Doug. "She's that too. So why don't you fuck her?"

Trevor, remembering the humiliation he had suffered when last brought into the big room after dinner, made no move. Ben dragged him closer to the semi-conscious woman. Trevor stood looking at Sophie with disgust. His thin cock remained in the off position. Her eyes flickered open. She smiled at Trevor.

"Bitch," he snarled. "Fucking, whoring, bitch." But he made no move to touch the object of his hatred.

Ben twisted Trevor's arm and forced him to his knees. The banker's face was inches from his wife's raw and swollen pussy.

"If you're not going to stick your cock into then her use your fucking tongue," said Ben with a malicious grin. He forced Trevor's head into Sophie's groin by twisting the accountant's arm with one hand. With the other he used the dog whip to tickle the banker's soft member..

"Do it or I'll make your pencil-dick even less useful than it is," said Ben.

He and Doug laughed as Trevor's tongue encountered the chili sauce still lingering in Sophie's cunt. They found Trevor's reaction of surprise followed by revulsion funny. It took both of the sadists to hold Trevor's head in position. As they struggled to hold the frantic banker Charlie joined in the game. He told Priscilla to bugger her stepfather with the massive dildo still strapped to her hips. 

Priscilla was slow to obey but was not so cruel as to put more chili sauce on the rubber phallus. Charlie slapped Priscilla's whip-scarred backside to encourage her and for his own particular pleasure. As the young woman thrust hard into Trevor's unprotected anus she again experienced the lustful sensations the double-ended dildo awoke in her. She also realized Doug's and Ben's plan had gone off the rails and hoped that her mother was reprieved from further torment. Once again the forceful action she was obliged to indulge in aroused her to the extent she forgot the man-rape she was engaged in was at the behest of her abductors. She wanted to nail her step-father and again experience the unutterable pleasure she had recently enjoyed when raping her mother. Priscilla felt only a fleeting pang of guilt as she came noisily and with wild abandon.

Priscilla's orgasm and withdrawal triggered a spasm of violence from Trevor who managed to free an arm and swing wildly at the two men who were forcing him to fellate his semi-conscious wife. Trevor's fist connected with the side of Ben's head and knocked the rapist onto his ass. 

Ben was enraged. He laid into the naked man with the whip, fists and   when Trevor collapsed on the floor   his feet. Doug eventually pulled him off the cringing, sobbing,  banker. "Get him back to the kitchen. He's no fucking use to us in that state," said Doug. "Then bring those titty enhancers we made for mom."

As Ben dragged the shambling Trevor away, Al asked, "What are you talking about? Titty enhancers?"

Doug laughed and started to untie the rope that supported Sophie. Priscilla helped steady her mother.

"They're a surprise," he said. "The Kid's got those nice gold rings in her nipples. We thought mom here deserved something similar. So we borrowed a couple of hooks from your tackle-box, Al, and fixed them to her pearl drop earrings. They'll look real pretty. You can watch them jingle jangle while the kid reams mom's ass while the whore sucks my cock. And Ben's. Do you reckon we can both fit in that tiny mouth without choking the bitch?"

Al scowled at the smallest of the abductors. "I think you've done enough to Mrs McNeville for one day, Doug. Leave her be."

"No way, Al baby," said Doug. "I'm calling the shots tonight. You can have what's left when Ben and me are done. Oh, I nearly forgot. We've got a few more danglies we'll hang from her cunt lips and clit before we hand her over. You'll need to be careful when you screw the slutty bitch. You won't want a hook in your cock, will you?"

Al growled and got to his feet, his fists clenched. Charlie stood up as well.

"Leave it, Al," said Charlie. 

Turning to Doug the bearded rapist said, "No hooks in her pussy, Doug. Hell, I might fancy a farewell fuck in the morning."

Doug, faced with both Al's and Charlie's opposition shrugged. He finished lowering the suspended woman and untied her hands. She was able to kneel despite her bound ankles. When Ben returned carrying a small box Doug ordered Priscilla to get behind Sophie and pull her mother's arms back so her tits would show proud. 

Doug reached into the box and took out a pair of pearl earrings to which he had attached  silver, barbed, fish-hooks. Smiling as he did so Doug slowly pulled the sharp point of the first hook through the puffy brown nipple of her left breast. He stood back then gave the tortured flesh a slap to send the pearl pendant wobbling. Sophie whimpered as Ben decorated her right breast with the other earring. They gave her a drink of whiskey before they ordered Priscilla to sodomize her mother while they pumped their cocks before completing their promised program.

***

Later that night when they were alone in Al's bedroom the big man used pliers and a plastic spatula to remove the fish-hooks from Sophie's nipples without tearing the flesh. He rubbed the wounds with an antiseptic cream. Sophie, pretending to be grateful, encouraged his sexual advances keeping him active when he would normally have rolled over and gone to sleep. 

As dawn was breaking Sophie undid the combination-lock from the chain about her neck, slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and the cashmere jumper she had worn the day before. Al grumbled in his sleep and turned over. Sophie froze for a moment before she grabbed the boat key on its phallic key-ring and slipped quietly out of the room. She ran silently out of the lodge, bare foot through the light drizzle towards the moored motor launch. 

 When she reached the boat the desperate woman cast off both forward and stern lines before she scrambled aboard. Sophie fumbled with the ignition key. She prayed the old motor would start. It fired and as she applied the throttle it began to rattle into life. Sophie was appalled at the noise it made in the quiet of the breaking day. Sophie looked towards the cabin and saw her daughter, naked, sprinting towards her followed by an equally naked Charlie. Priscilla reached the jetty fifty yards ahead of her pursuer and leaped onto the motor-launch's stern as Sophie banged the gear lever forward and gunned the throttle. Priscilla skidded on the wet deck and fell into the cockpit. The old vessel surged forward. Sophie wept with joy. They were free at last.

The engine died. Twenty paces off the jetty the boat gradually lost way and drifted to a halt in the windless air. Charlie was joined on the jetty by his three companions. Ben was carrying his hunting rifle.

"Swim back, ladies," said Charlie. "And bring the mooring line with you."

Neither woman moved.

"Stupid, stupid, woman. You think we'd leave the boat with fuel in the tank?" said Charlie. "Kid, get in the water. Bring the line here. You're not going anywhere." 

Sophie whispered fiercely to her daughter. "Swim for the far shore. Stay under water for as long as you can " 

"If we have to come and get the boat Ben here will first put a bullet between your beautiful blue eyes, whores," Doug called.

Priscilla smiled at her mother and shook her head. "Sorry I've been a bitch," she said. "Let's stick together."

Ben raised the rifle to his shoulder and took aim.

A helicopter rose above the pine trees. An amplified authoritarian voice boomed. "FBI. Put down your weapons. Assume the prone position with your hands behind your heads. Do not move." Black clad figures slid rapidly earthwards on ropes dropped from the machine as the message was repeated..

***

"So it was the EPIRB?" said Sophie two months later as she and her daughter sat opposite Federal Agent James Golightly in the living room of their new apartment in the city. "The old EPIRB I dropped into the lake shortly after we had been taken, that led you to look for us?"

"Indirectly, yes," said Golightly. "The signal was picked up by an airliner overflying the state and routinely reported to the coastguard. They recognized the signal as being registered to a person of interest and we, the FBI, were informed. We were all puzzled as to how an EPIRB registered to a craft belonging to an LA drug dealer could end up in a mountain lake. He was wanted for questioning and had disappeared for over nine months. It was him we were expecting to surprise, not you and your alleged abductors."

"Well, I can only say how pleased we were to see you. When will our 'alleged' abductors be charged. It's been weeks since we were last required to give statements."

"Hmm," temporized Golightly. "There are problems. They claim you cooperated with them in an attempt to prevent their arrest and questioning of Trevor McNeville."

"That's ridiculous," said Priscilla shrilly. "They kidnaped, raped and tortured us. They took digital pictures of  "

"Ah, yes, the discs," interrupted the agent. "I'm afraid they tend to support the alleged abductors' case that you both indulged with enthusiasm in their sexual, er, adventures. The discs have been carefully edited to give just that impression." He colored. "I'll leave copies with you. I'm sure you'll see what I mean."

"What about their treatment of my ex husband?" asked Sophie. "Don't tell me that he cooperated with them. And who are 'they' anyway. I thought they were police at one time."

"All I can tell you," Golightly said. "Is they belong to a special force created to counter domestic terrorism. Their record is exemplary. Your ex husband being a case in point. The funds he was misappropriating were being directed to a home-grown terrorist organization in this country. Your alleged abductors are authorized to go beyond normal questioning techniques. He certainly was most forthcoming following his release from, er,  kitchen duties."

"Do you believe their story?" asked Sophie.

"That's not the issue, Ma'am," replied the agent. "I think they are a pack of scheming rogues. But there is not one bit of hard evidence to support your allegation that they have been kidnaping and raping annually for the past ten years. We'll keep an eye open for them in future but as for prosecution " He shrugged. "You could bring a civil case against them but I would not advise you to do so."

"So they get away with serial rape and, well, not quite murder?"

"Not entirely. They are marked men. The drug dealer's property the island, the cabin , the old launch had been transferred to a company which they jointly owned. We tried to get them for theft but they explained they intended to hand it all over to their organization as an interrogation facility once they'd checked it for suitability."

Golightly rose. He reached into his briefcase and produced two DVDs which he put on the table. The agent smiled politely and departed. Sophie and Priscilla watched from the window as Golightly's auto drove away then turned to each other and embraced. Sophie's hands found the zip that undid Priscilla's dress and sent it flowing to the carpet. The young woman's pink nipples hardened as her mother gently tugged on the gold rings. She sighed as she unbuttoned her mother's linen blouse and undid the exposed front-fastening bra.

"Well," she said, as she nuzzled Sophie's full breasts. "We'll look at the discs later. First tho' some 'lessie stuff', eh?"

