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Rape's Progress Part 9

The continuing adventures of Sebastian X. A fictional tale of sex and violence, and in this episode, nasty business in the woods. Ozmanga stories are unsuitable for children, puritans and those prohibited from thinking about such things by government regulation or superstition.

By Sebastian X

Madelaine Hildebrand-Smythe dangled, naked, from the hook of an electric hoist three feet clear of the tiled floor of Kim's ultra-modern 'dungeon'. Present at her interrogation was my sister-in-law, her clients' accountant and the Turk. The Turk had a stock whip ready to help Madelaine remember things.  I watched the performance on the closed-circuit TV which recorded multiple views of the facility.

The woman I had so recently fucked answered every question promptly. She confessed to planning to abscond with her husband's partner with a fortune belonging to the clients. She didn't give the Turk the excuse he wanted to flay her but recited details of bank account numbers, passwords and timings without hesitation. After about an hour the accountant said he was satisfied. The Turk grinned and flexed his muscles but he was not permitted to satisfy his sadistic urges. Instead, Madelaine was made an offer she couldn't refuse.

The accountant explained that the costs incurred in recovering the stolen money would be recuperated by the sale of all Hildebrand-Smythe assets - cars, boats, house, the lot.

'If you cooperate fully in the disposal of said assets, you and your daughter will be - er - permitted to live,' said the little man. 'Employment will be found for both of you and there is no reason why you should not - er - eventually, prosper.'

Madelaine croaked her agreement and Kim whispered something to the grey-suited representative. He smiled thinly and nodded. Kim lowered the naked woman, unhooked her from the hoist, and led her to where the accountant sat.

'On your knees!' ordered Kim. 'Show your gratitude for such generous treatment by fellating our friend here!' Madelaine didn't hesitate. As the accountant unzipped his pants she leant forward and, tenderly it seemed, took his rather soft-looking dick in her mouth. He came within a minute or two and wiped his sticky, limp, prick in Madelaine's hair. Turk led her away to join Mellissa in the cells.

'You're right, Madam,' said the accountant, 'She will make an excellent whore!'

It was necessary for Madelaine and Mellissa to be seen at their mansion while the estate was parceled up and sold off. Once the servants had been dismissed, the presence of a Hildebrand-Smythe was required only infrequently to answer the telephone, sign a paper or brush off a curious acquaintance (they had few friends). I was appointed jailer.

Most of the time the women were secured in the cellar next to the boiler room. They shared a large mattress brought below stairs for their comfort and my pleasure. After a couple of days they learned that their tears only fueled my taste for rough sex and they began to accept their new status as fuck-toys  with a degree of resignation.

I found that if I fucked Madelaine first it made her daughter hornier than an alley-cat. As a preliminary I usually made the erstwhile virgin help me spread her mother's legs apart and stroke her exposed pubic mound before giving it a French kiss. The women's pubic hair was trimmed to a neat stubble, which made it easier for me to see Mellissa part her 'Mummy's' labia major and tongue her inner lips and clitoris.

When Madelaine was moist, Mellissa was permitted to guide my prick into her prostrate parent then watch. Sometimes I'd make Mellissa pleasure her mother, with the vibrator from the older woman's bed-side locker, before I raped her again.  At other times  I'd nibble her tits until her nipples peaked or make her blow me until Mellissa was panting with barely hidden lust. At first Madelaine could not believe her daughter was aroused by witnessing her humiliation and rape. But there was no disguising the teenager's wild climaxes when I switched my attention from mother to daughter and impaled her on an erection slippery with her mother's juices.

One way of deciding which woman would stay locked in the cellar, while the other had the run of the house for most of the day, was to have a competition. I dreamed up several but my favorite was one of the  versions of Russian roulette, played with a penis not a pistol.

The idea was simple. I would fuck mother and daughter together, stroke and stroke about . Whoever I came in, or on,  won the prize and was free to bathe and dress and do the domestic chores. The loser stayed in the cellar as hostage for most of the day. Once the women got used to the idea they became very competitive. Their efforts to please gave me a great start to the day.

My favorite version of the game was to have Madelaine adopt the missionary position and Mellissa (ring-gagged for safety) place her cheek on her mother's cropped bush. I would start by forcing my erection into the teenager's mouth. She would respond with a mixture of revulsion and eagerness. Unable to grip with her teeth she would struggle to keep my prick in her mouth by trying to get her lips around the leather-wrapped metal of the gag and pressing the organ against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. When I withdrew from the daughter and drove hard into her mother's proffered cunt, Madelaine would tighten her vaginal muscles and try to retain possession by wrapping her legs around me. Mellissa would retaliate by clawing 'Mummy's' tits until she let go.

After ten days, the business of disposing of the Hildebrand-Smythe family assets was completed. Kim informed Madelaine that arrangements had been made to fly her and Mellissa to Thailand the following day.  There they would be trained to qualify them for an important position in the entertainment business. When asked, 'What position?' Kim smiled sweetly and said, 'Mainly on your backs, Dear!'

Madelaine was not happy at the prospect of life in a Bangkok brothel but, as Kim pointed out, it was that or no life at all! The clients were ruthless when it came to dealing with people who cheated them, so, said Kim, she'd better get used to being a whore, and Mellissa too!

I decided my prisoners would spend their last night  with me in the master bedroom. It was very comfortable and the big brass bed would make an ideal base for what I had in mind - a role-playing game in which Mellissa was to be a French courtesan and Madelaine a lady's maid. I was going to take a 'Joy ball' and fuck them both until dawn.

I had Madelaine squeeze into one of her former maid's uniforms. This made her even more unhappy and she complained bitterly that I had no cause to humiliate her  further by making her wear a servant's outfit!

'Haven't you demeaned and shamed me enough, already?' she whined.

 I took her lead, bent her over a chair, rolled the tight black skirt up to her waist, ripped off her knickers and raped her savagely doggy fashion while she wept and Mellissa looked on. When I had finished I let her lick me clean.

'I guess the answer's "No"' I said. Then turning to her daughter,  whose nipples were as stiff and pink as a dog's erection, I asked, 'How would you like your maid to service you, Mademoiselle? Dildo or tongue?'

Mellissa, sexually aroused as ever by witnessing Madelaine's forced penetration,  licked her lips and stammered, 'I think   la languette?'

So, the final evening got off to a promising start. Madelaine  undressed her 'Mistress', who rolled her panties down to expose the pink lips of her vulva. She stood, legs partly spread, allowing Madelaine's soft mouth to cover her smooth, slightly swollen, sex. As the older woman's tongue and lips massaged and lubricated her cunt - Mellissa's eyes glazed. She took her 'maid's' head in her hands and rythmically forced her groin into the kneeling woman's face until, with a little squeal of delight, she climaxed.

Things started to go wrong when I took a sip of the wine  into which I had crumbled half a 'Joy Ball'. After the earlier experiences with booze and the aphrodisiac I should have been more careful. The first time I'd mixed the pills and scotch I ended up in the cooler, having raped an unsuspecting housewife off and on for about six hours. The last time I'd used the stuff, only a few weeks before, I had fucked a highschool girl senseless and made a procuress of her mother. 

I started to get a hard on at the thought of those previous misdeeds. As the chemical took effect, the erection grew mightily. My testicles, too, began to swell and soon I was primed and loaded for another marathon rape.

I hastily chained both women  to the brass bed and reached for Mellissa's firm young breasts. She whimpered as I squeezed her nipples  but made no other protest. The hours spent as fuck-toys, near naked, on the big mattress in the cellar, had blunted both women's sense of shame. Both of them knew that the 'nasty, amoral,  schoolboy-jailer', as Madelaine had called me earlier, would enjoy forcing them to do whatever took his fancy. 

As I played with her tits, Mellissa thumbed through a book of erotic illustrations she had found in the study. She had been told to pick one which we would re-enact to start the night's entertainment. I rolled on a studded 'Ass Bustah' in anticipation of her choice. Given Mellissa's reaction to seeing Madelaine raped and humiliated, and Madelaine's aversion to sodomy, 'Mummy' was bound to get it in the end!.

'I think this one,' said the teenager, picking a drawing which showed a young woman on her back with her legs over the shoulders of her maid. The servant was dutifully munching muff and was in turn  being spanked and butt  fucked by a lecher with an impossibly long tool. I felt Mellissa's nipples harden as she  viewed her selection. She felt the tough rubber condom on my prick, licked her lips, and said,'Yes!'

'Good choice!' I said and turned to drag the 'maid' into  position. But all I saw was her black clad bum disappearing through the door! Madelaine had slipped the leash!

Madelaine had planned her escape well. She had waited until I was naked, apart from my boots, and occupied with lustful thoughts and Mellissa's tits. During the day she must have had forced one of the window locks because she was out of the house and running for the woods by the time I had reached the open window. I quickly pulled on a track suit and hustled Mellissa into the cellar where she was once more securely locked up . Then I grabbed a torch and set off in pursuit.

The track from the house through the National Park led to a minor road about two miles away. I  guessed Madelaine was hoping to use the trees as cover while she made her way to the road and begged help from a passing motorist. If she succeeded, the clients would accept no excuses, and I would be in grave peril!. 

The path was heavily overgrown and I made poor progress. Even with the torch it was difficult to make out the path. My only consolation was the thought that it was probably twice as hard for my quarry, who had no torch and was wearing high heeled pumps.

Thanks to the 'Joy Balls' I had a permanent and painful erection and testicles  which felt as though they would cripple me unless I could ease the pressure.

After a while I could hear the woman crashing through the undergrowth. I knew then that I was gaining on her and promised myself that when I caught her I would fuck her till she dropped, then drag her back to the cellar for some serious punishment. No sooner had I made this comforting decision that I saw, to my dismay, that there was a camp fire flickering through the trees and Madelaine was heading straight for it!

'Help!' she cried 'Oh! Please help me!'

I saw her stagger into the clearing where she was steadied and supported by a young man. Madelaine  started to babble and another man joined them. As I crept nearer, I could make out what was being said and my stomach churned.

'We should call the police at once...'

The second man seemed to agree. 'Yeah!' he said,'that's what we should do  ' I was close enough now to see and hear what was going on in the fire-lit clearing. 'But,' he said, 'we ain't gonna to do that. Are we, Zac?'

Zac, who was supporting the panting runaway, shook his head. 'No, Cyril, we're not.' He turned to Madelaine and said, 'I guess you're a maid from the big house. I thought they was all Latinos. Who fucked you, Sugar?'

'I bet the butler done it,' interjected Cyril with a leer as he started to remove his pants.

'I'm not a servant!' sobbed Madelaine. 'I'm the owner! My home was invaded. I've been locked in the cellar for over a week! I've been, beaten and raped and raped over and over again and now...' Zac didn't let her finish but reached between  Madelaine's legs. Madelaine squealed as his hand roughly explored her tender pussy.

'Now , why aren't you wearing any panties? Going around with a bare sweet pussy like that's a sore temptation to us - er - forestry workers. You're just asking to be fucked, Sugar!' said Zac.

'Yeah!' drooled Cyril, by now naked from the waist down and showing signs of sexual arousal.

'Please,' wailed Madelaine, 'If you're not going to call the police just let me go! 

'If you've really been raped like you said,' he drawled, 'you won't mind a bit more of the same from Cyril 'n me. Say! Your outfit's torn!'  Zac put his fingers into one of the many small tears caused by the briars and began to rip off Madelaine's maid's uniform.

'Oh, God!' she cried, 'No! Please don't do it!'

 'Nice tits you got!' Zac said, unzipping his jeans. 'I'll bet you suck like a vacumn cleaner Maids do!'

Madelaine started to cry as she realized that she had jumped from the frying-pan into the fire. I watched as Zac took off his red spotted bandana and blindfolded her. I guessed he meant to prevent the woman making another dash for freedom. I began to circle the camp looking for a way to rescue her and, at the same time, save my arse.

Cyril, his cock ram-rod stiff, came up behind the sobbing, near-naked, Madelaine and stroked her firm round buttocks. His hands moved between her thighs and he roughly fondled her twat, causing her to yelp with pain and to, once again, beg for mercy. 

'Oh! Please, no  !' she began pathetically. Her pleas seemed to bring out the animal in the pair.
 
'Legs apart and touch your toes, Cunt!' Cyril ordered and when the bewildered woman did not immediately obey, Zac punched her in the stomach. Madelaine bent over and retched, giving Cyril the opportunity to hammer his cock into her exposed pussy, doggy fashion. Cyril fucked her to her knees then, somehow, hoisted her onto his lap where he  made her slide up and down his erection in time to a chorus of grunts and curses!

'Ride - it - you - UNH! - big - titted - UNH! - whore! Get - some - fucking - UNH! - rhythm - Slut! - Come - on - UNH! - move your godamned ass - UNH - you horny bitch - UNH! - say you love me - UNH! ...'

Zac, meanwhile had dropped his jeans and was playing with the weeping woman's breasts with one hand and his dick with the other. I could see her tits bouncing as she rose and fell in time with Cyril's chant.  When Cyril came Zac stuffed his cock into Madelaine's mouth and moments later was banging her head hard enough to blow it off.

While the pair were playing with their captive  I found their truck. The tray was stacked with vegetation - marijuana I guessed (it certainly wasn't lettuce) -  and in the cab I found a shotgun and a box of cartridges.

Waiting for an opportunity to put my plan into action was almost unbearable. I was like a man with mumps, with balls so swollen and sore that I had to waddle rather than walk normally. I also had a permanent erection  which threatened to poke a hole through my track suit pants. 
Once again I vowed never to mix booze and drugs.

The two pot-harvesters gave Madelaine  a hard time. When they weren't screwing her, they took perverse pleasure in tormenting the naked, blindfolded, woman. They thought it hilarious when she staggered into the fire after losing her shoes in a briar patch. Zac tied a stick to her ankles so her legs were spread apart and he and Cyril had fun fisting the helpless captive while she squirmed and screamed for them to stop.

 When, after an hour or two, they tired of their sport Cyril suggested, quite casually, that they 'get rid of the cow!' Zac didn't agree. They tied her to a tree by the side of the track while they argued the toss. It was the opening I had been hoping for.

I crawled painfully towards the fire, took a burning branch and tossed it into the tent. I added a handful of shotgun cartridges to the blaze then waddled off to one side of the camp firing the shotgun and yelling in the deepest voice I could muster 'Alright, Sergeant, I think  the perps are by the track!'

 The blaze, the sudden wild explosions and my bellowing had the desired effect. Zac and Cyril bolted, bare-arsed, for their truck. Zac's wallet fell out of his jeans. He didn't stop to recover it. They drove away with a squeal of tortured rubber. 

My ruse also took in the blindfolded Madelaine. 'Oh! Officer,' she sobbed,  'Thank God you're here! They were going to kill me! They   raped me. Please help me!'

'Certainly, Ma'am,' I said in the same deep voice, 'Just one minute!' I hauled down my track suit pants, lifted the stout stick which held her legs apart and placed it behind my neck, then fucked her battered cunt with a ferocity which seemed to shake the tree to which she was tied. When I had creamed her pussy I switched to her arsehole ... by which time her blindfold had slipped. 

Before she passed out she sobbed:'Oh! No! Not you, Sebastian, you ...you   bastard!'

Madelaine Hildebrand-Smythe was semi conscious during our return journey through the woods. Much to her displeasure I had nailed her several times during the trip and by the time we got back to the house the effects of the 'Joy Ball' had dissipated. I was relieved and happy to have recovered the runaway but couldn't overlook the fact that she had nearly cost me my neck.

Mellissa and I cleaned up the older woman before proceeding to her punishment in the cellar. While we showered and shampooed poor Madelaine I told Mellissa what had happened in the woods. Listening to my account of Zac's and Cyril's mistreatment of her mother was a real turn-on for the girl, although she tried to hide the fact. But when I described how they had taken it in turns to fist Madelaine, and how her mother had wriggled and screamed as first one, then the other had punched up her cum filled cunt, I saw Mellissa's hand stray to her neatly cropped pudenda and absent-mindedly finger her moist, pink, slit.

I tied the naked Madelaine's wrists with a stout rope and threw the end over several pipes which crossed the cellar ceiling. She was hoisted high enough so her toes could take some of her weight before I made the end of the rope fast to one of the rings in the wall. She hardly raised a whimper as she waited for her punishment to start.

I beat her with a long thin whip I had found earlier in the garage, while Mellissa pumped my cock and rammed the vibrator up Madelaine's sore and abused pussy. I only gave her ten strokes but they set her howling, much to her daughter's secret pleasure. The teenager was clearly aroused before the punishment began so, as a favor, I let Mellissa rub herself to orgasm on my erection before I instructed her to insert my cock into her mother's tender arse-hole. As I sodomised Madelaine I had Mellissa lick the underside of my cock and scrotum. In this way mother and daughter shared my parting gift of gism.

In the morning Kim collected the pair and, after breaking the sad news that Jerome - Madelaine's cuckolded husband and Mellissa's 'Daddy' -  had failed to return from an extended fishing trip, started them on their journey to Thailand. I was a bit sad to see my sex-toys spirited away but consoled myself with the thought that there would be a never ending source of reluctant nookie for young Sebastian to play with from Kim's cell-block and the white-slaving operation.

Which only goes to show how wrong one can be.

End of Part 9