Fair Game - Chapter Five

by Ozmanga

Priscilla was white faced, weeping and topless when she, Al, Ben and Doug returned from
their day's sporting activities. The two hunters had raped Priscilla in the launch on the way
back from their hunting trip Doug anally and Ben down her throat then continued to
torment the young woman by threatening to hang fishing-lures from her nipples. Doug was
enthusiastic about the idea and held her from behind while Ben cut off her skimpy top and
selected two colorful wobblers from Al's selection of lures. He was about to drive the barbed
hook of one of the lures through the pink flesh of Priscilla's left nipple when Al stopped him. 

Al insisted the two sadists put the tackle box down and either fuck her or let 'the kid' go. She
was there for fucking not nasty little-boy games, he said. Once again Doug looked like losing
his temper at being thwarted but was pacified by Ben who pointed out they had another week
or so to spend on Snake Island. "Enough time to do what we like the kid and her mom," he
said quietly so Al didn't hear.

Dinner that night was roast venison. Charlie had supervised Trevor and Sophie in the
preparation of the meal. Any mistake the prisoners made in following his instructions had
been rewarded with a slapping and both Trevor and his wife had felt the weight of Charlie's
hand on their heads and naked buttocks. Trevor did not attempt to talk to Sophie during this
ordeal and only looked at her with contempt when told to by their jailer. Charlie took pleasure
in making the banker watch when he fondled Sophie. When the meal was nearly ready, he
called her to him, made her kneel and told her to unzip his pants. She needed no further
instructions and extracted Charlie's fat cock and well filled scrotum and began to suck his
cock and lick his balls while the banker stood by and did nothing. Sophie performed with
false enthusiasm while her husband trembled with suppressed rage and disgust until the
abductor came in his wife's seemingly eager mouth.

                              ***
The women put on their last clean cocktail dresses for the meal. They had been told to make
themselves "look really good" by Ben who clearly planned something different for after
dinner entertainment. 

While they were getting ready Sophie badgered Priscilla to talk about her day in the launch
with Al. Priscilla still bitterly resented at what she thought was her mother's cooperation with
the abductors. She reluctantly told Sophie that Al had let her swim off the launch. She had
tried to reach the shore and make a getaway through the woods but Al had joined her in the
water for sex.

Priscilla was a good, strong, swimmer but Al was better, she said. When she tried to get back
to the launch ahead of him, with the idea of making a run for safety in the launch, Al
overhauled her easily. He had laughed at her disappointment and said if he caught any of the
McNevilles trying to escape again he would see to it that they would be whipped and branded
like runaway slaves of old.

When the meal was over Doug ordered Priscilla to get up on the big coffee table and undress
Sophie. He held a short plaited leather whip. Doug spread an eiderdown on the floor by the
table.

"But do it like the little lessie mother-fucker you are going to be nice and sexy," he said to
Priscilla. "Like this morning," he said, "Take your time. Make her wet. Fist fuck her. Hard.
Make her cry. If she objects, use this little dog-whip on her."

Priscilla's eyes narrowed. She licked her lips. Doug caught the look. He laughed. "Use it on
her anyway. When you've done that lay her on the floor and hold her down for Ben and the
others. Play with her tits while they fuck her."

Priscilla paused for a moment. Her hesitation earned her a cut across the buttocks with the
dog-whip before Sophie, who had heard the gist of the instructions, moved close to her
daughter and began to play the part of reluctant lesbian lover.

While Priscilla was removing her mother's dress, Doug handed the whip to Ben and left the
party. He returned a few minutes later, prodding Trevor into the room. The wretched banker,
still wearing the yard long steel hobble and a towel wrapped around his waist, stumbled as he
entered . His towel slipped and he clutched at it to cover his groin. He looked wildly around
the room. Three abductors were sitting around a large coffee table, in front of the fire, on
which Sophie and Priscilla were performing a sort of dance. One of the men was taking
pictures with a digital camera. Priscilla was wearing a little black dress but Sophie had on
only a lacy bra and panties with a matching garter-belt and black stockings.

Trevor was horrified to see his step-daughter slowly remove his wife's bra, toss it to one of
the spectators, then caress and suck Sophie's firm breasts and large upstanding nipples. He
was even more shocked when Sophie responded with a long sigh and pressed her daughter's
hands to her bosom then leant forward to embrace and kiss Priscilla's lips.

Trevor started to cry out but Doug hit him above the kidneys and the banker sank to his knees
in agony. Sophie, who had not noticed her husband's arrival until then, was appalled. She
hesitated but could think of nothing that would help matters so continued to act the part of her
daughter's submissive lover. She peeled off her black-lace panties when ordered by Priscilla
and pretended to relish the young woman's clumsy fingers as they stroked and probed her
pussy. When told to, she helped Priscilla out of her dress then knelt in front of her daughter in
order to pull aside the teenager's thong. Sophie exposed Priscilla's smooth but swollen pussy
lips and began to perform a slow and sensuous act of cunnilingus. Her moist lips opened to
engulf Priscilla's pussy. Sophie made sure her audience could see her long tongue exploring
her daughter's sex while she pressed on the butt plug the young woman still wore with one
hand and stroked her own cunt with the other. Both women uttered groans of satisfaction.

Sophie's theatrical performance and Priscilla's obviously genuine mounting sexual
excitement stirred the already inflamed libido of the four abductors to a higher intensity. To
his horror Trevor too got a hard on. Ben handed his camera to Charlie and gave Priscilla a
glass brimful of scotch. She took a big gulp, coughed, then began to remove her bra. 

"She's got nipples like a dog's dick," Chuckled Ben. The young woman took another gulp of
the fiery spirit then poured the remainder over her mother's blonde head before tossing the
glass into the fireplace. She rotated her hips, tossed her bra away and began to massage her
breasts. She pulled sensuously at her small, pointy, pink nipples to the encouraging cries of
the rapists. She pressed  her mother's head firmly against her groin. After a few minutes
Priscilla came with a long shuddering moan.

"Remember what I told you, slut," called Doug.

Priscilla nodded and reached down and grabbed a fistful of Sophie's blonde curls.

"On your feet, Mother," she said and pulled the startled Sophie off her knees. "Jusht ...just
because I talked to you doeshn't mean I've forgotten what you've done to me. Turn around.
Bend over. Grab your anklsh ...ankles."

Sophie expected to feel the bite of the dog-whip as she turned her back on her swaying
daughter and bent forward.

"Time I fish...fist fucked you," said Priscilla. Then unsteadily forced three, then four, fingers
into her mother's cunt from behind. 


Sophie gave a genuine howl of shock and pain. She would have fallen off the coffee table had
not Al held her shoulders to steady her. Priscilla thrust roughly at Sophie's sore but juicy cunt
forcing her hand wrist-deep into her mother's trembling body. Priscilla seemed to relish the
older woman's distress for a while before she stepped back and stretched out her hand
towards Ben.

"Gimmee the whip," she said.

Trevor watched as his step-daughter used the thin plaited leather whip on his wife's raised
behind. The teenager struck wildly and without much force and after about ten strokes she
stumbled and fell off the coffee table onto the well-stuffed bed-cover. Priscilla dragged her
mother with her. The rapists, now fully roused. fell on the pair and one after the other slaked
their lust on Sophie and her daughter. Al favored Sophie's ass Charlie her mouth, while Ben
ripped Priscilla's wet thong off and fucked her well lubricated cunt.

When, after about thirty minutes, the frenzy was over Doug dragged Priscilla to where Trevor
knelt on the floor. Her step-father was clutching his towel to his lap to hide his inadvertent
erection. He hadn't dared to move while he witnessed the furious rape of his wife and step-
daughter for fear of incurring Doug's wrath. The sight of the four virile young men using his
women-folk in such a ruthless manner had both shamed and aroused him.

Trevor looked up at Priscilla and felt a rush of blood to his already swollen cock. The
teenager stood over him still wearing the grip-top stockings and high heels she favored. Her
pink nipples stood out like tiny candles on two smooth dome-shaped ice-cakes. Her cleanly
plucked pussy was wet and swollen, gism dripped in sticky strands from between puffy labia
and her round butt cheeks were strained against the base of a rubber plug. She seemed to be in
a daze.

"You want to fuck her?" asked Doug. Like his three companions the sadist had stripped for
the orgy. Trevor eyed Doug's large tumescent cock and weighty scrotum and remembered
with a shudder what had happened to him that morning.

Trevor swallowed. He shook his head. "She's my step-daughter. It would be incest," he said
weakly.

"Nah. You just saw what she and her mother get up to, that was incest. I'll bet you've crept
into her bed on more than one occasion anyway."

"No! Never," Trevor protested.

"Then I'll bet you've dreamed about nailing this little beauty, haven't you? Scared of Mom,
were you? Well now's your chance. Take it while I'm feeling generous. Before I take you
back to the kitchen."

Trevor said nothing. For months fucking Priscilla had been one of his fantasies. The
humiliation he had suffered in the last two days had crushed his spirit. Sophie's apparent
surrender to the rapists had soured what affection he had for her. Fucking her daughter would
be revenge of a sort.

"Where?" he croaked. Doug grinned and smiled.

"See, he's just like us," shouted Doug to his fellow abductors."Not only a thief but given the
opportunity he'd rape whatever cunt was offered."

Doug turned to Trevor and said, "On the table. Mom can get a close up. You'd like that ,eh?"

Ben seized Priscilla and hurried her to the coffee table. She stumbled over the eiderdown but
sat on the edge table. Al wrapped his arms around Sophie and held her on his lap to prevent
her interfering with what he knew was yet another of Doug and Ben's sadistic games. Charlie
sat back in his chair and reached for the newly opened bottle of Johnny Walker with one hand
and hefted the camera with the other.

"You ready?" asked Doug. Trevor nodded and got to his feet. He discarded his towel. Sophie
had never seen him so aroused and yet compared with the genitalia displayed by the four
captors his erection was unimpressive. Guided by Doug Trevor waddled towards his
stepdaughter. His movements were hampered by the hobble.  Priscilla sat on the edge of the
coffee table looking puzzled and she grinned to see his erection wobble up and down as he
stumbled towards her. Only when Trevor pushed her onto her back, grasped her tits and thrust
inside her did she realize what was happening. 

"No!" she shrieked as her stepfather moaned with shame and pleasure as he pushed inside
her, his skinny buttocks tense with anticipation.

Sophie screamed at Trevor and abused him for being a gutless, weak-willed, son-of-a-bitch as
his cock slid in and out of Priscilla's tight but well lubricated pussy. Doug told the woman to
shut up and watch. As the hobbled banker approached his climax Doug caught hold of
Trevor's shoulders and dragged him off the spreadeagled teenager. Trevor howled with
frustration.

"Maybe not tonight," said Doug. "Why don't you settle for a spot of muff-diving?"

"But " gasped the wild eyed banker struggling to keep his balance.

"No butts," said Doug. "You get to eat pussy." He forced Trevor onto his knees once more
only this time the banker's head was between Priscilla's thighs. Doug pressed Trevor's face
into his step-daughter's groin and told him to use his tongue. He added that if Trevor took his
mouth off Priscilla's cunt until she had climaxed he'd cut his balls off. The teenager,
befuddled by the whisky she had drunk wrapped her thighs around Trevor's head and, as his
tongue found her wet slot, gave a sigh of pleasure.

Then Doug, with an evil grin at his colleagues and Sophie, dropped to his knees behind the
kneeling banker, gripped his victim's ass cheeks in a strong grip, and proceeded to bugger the
hapless Trevor as ruthlessly as he had done before breakfast.

                              *** 
The next six days remained sunny and warm and activity followed the pattern already
established. Most days Ben and Doug went hunting for the table and Al and Charlie fished or
worked on repairs to their property. The two women were randomly and continually raped.
They were frequently spanked, less frequently whipped, and subjected to bizarre activity
every evening with increasing violence being shown by Ben and Doug. Trevor continued to
be the victim of Doug's bi-sexual attentions sometimes aided and abetted by his blonde
buddy. Trevor was not given another opportunity to fuck his step-daughter and was ignored
by the women when their duties took them to the kitchen.

Escape seemed impossible as the prisoners were kept near-naked and closely guarded during
the day and chained to one bed or another each night. Sophie's hope for an opportunity to run
faded. Relations between her and her daughter had grown more strained after Priscilla's
drunken performance. On the other hand Al seemed more friendly and Charlie more talkative.

Sophie learned that Snake Island had belonged to an LA drug-dealer who, with his immediate
family, had been abducted by the foursome. Al didn't say what happened to the group but she
gathered the property had changed hands. Sophie concluded that the four were in one of the
many government security agencies and had been able to arrange matters to their satisfaction.

Charlie said that  the dealer's wife was a busty blonde who wore nipple rings. He told Sophie
this bit of information while fondling her tits and suggesting that he might decorate her large
brown nipples with some jewelry. When Sophie asked what had happened to the busty blonde
she was told the four men had come to some sort of arrangement with the woman and her
children and Sophie wasn't to worry. 

But worry she did on the following day when rain brought the hunters back early. Bored and
restless Ben and Doug turned to their female captives for afternoon entertainment. The two
women were summoned to the room used by Ben. The ubiquitous camera  mounted on a
tripod was pointed at a sturdy wooden chair. Sophie was obliged to undress her daughter
before being ordered to stay where she was, by the door, and watch. 

The blonde hunter sat the young woman on the chair and held her there. Doug played with
Priscilla's tits for a short time, softly teasing her small pink nipples. As they grew he smiled
cruelly and from his pocket he produced a small wooden-handled tool. It was a thin bradawl
which he used to pierce the young woman's button-like pink nipples. Priscilla screamed. Ben
told Sophie to stay where she was. Doug, smiling happily at his victim's pathetic cries
inserted a gold ring into each pierced nipple then tugged on them to make sure they were
secure. No attempt was made to anaesthetize the young woman's breasts. Doug relished her
pleas and loud cries of agony. 

As her daughter wriggled and screamed in Doug's grasp Ben told Sophie the rings had come
from the wife of the previous owner of the cabin, who no longer needed them. Ben added that
they looked better on the 'kid's' smaller tits but she wasn't to be jealous. They'd find
something suitable for hers.

Sophie considered this as she watched Doug sexually aroused by his cruel treatment of the
helpless woman remove the butt plug from her daughter's ass, bend her over the back of the
chair and sodomize her while squeezing her blood-smeared breasts. Sophie tried, belatedly, to
interfere but Ben held her back.

Priscilla's screams attracted Al's attention. He burst into Ben's room. When he saw the
teenager's bloody be-ringed tits bouncing as Doug thrust furiously in and out Al got angry
with Doug. He dragged the smaller man off the sobbing teenager and called him a
"psychopathic sadist". Doug lost his temper and there was a brief but vicious fist fight.
Sophie was startled at the speed and ferocity of both men. Charlie came running and with
Ben's help separated the combatants.

"Cut it out, the two of you!" bellowed Charlie.

"The prick called me a fucking psychopath," yelled Doug. "He's a hypocritical swine.
Married to a frigid bitch and pretending to be just as pious as she is."

Doug turned to Al who was mopping a cut above his eye. "But he joins us every year and
helps fuck the fair game. Hell, this year you picked them. Then you let Ben and me tidy up. I
think you even believe the fairy story we tell them. You're delusional. There is no 'Mexican
brothel' who'll kindly take them off our hands. We don't put the fear of death into them if
they squeal. The videos and photos aren't insurance against allegations of rape they're for our
enjoyment. Ben and me do the dirty work when the fun and games are over. So back off!"

Doug hurried from the room. Al told Sophie to "look after the kid" and she quickly led her
sobbing daughter towards their bed room and the wash room beyond. She heard Ben's voice
raised and Charlie's calmer tones preaching reason as she went.

 Sophie was now firmly convinced that their days were numbered and was sure when the four
decided their game was over Doug and Ben would be happy arrange their deaths. 

She no longer believed the myth that the four would let them go with only threats of
retribution and exposure if they reported their ordeal to the authorities. Doug had just said the
videos and pictures were for the delectation of the four rapists and not as tools for blackmail.
The McNevilles had been picked as this year's 'fair game' because Trevor was known by Al
to be ripping off his bank. His disappearance and his family's  would be put down to
flight from legal retribution.