Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: hediho Title: The Prosecutor Rests Part: Full Story Summary: Pamela Salazar is a powerful federal prosecutor. She has made a lot of enemies but none have ever struck at her family until now. But on this night for Pamela and her two teenage daughters it would be a night when she will finally rest her cases and one young man will get his ultimate revenge Keywords: MMMM/Fff, BD, NC, nudity, snuff, sex The Prosecutor Rests Pamela Taylor Salazar had become a very good and increasingly powerful Federal prosecutor serving the southern Texas region headquartered out of San Antonio. Pamela was also a 45-year-old mother of two teenage girls which made her life very hectic. Eighteen-year-old Anna is a few weeks away from her graduation with a full scholarship to the University of Texas staring at her in the fall. Anna was a gifted soccer player and a state ranked track star. Kid sister, Mariah, was a fifteen-year-old high school sophomore who was also a gifted student and athlete like her sister and her mother. Mariah was a better soccer player than Anna and also played tennis. Pamela was a fierce prosecutor but on the weekends loved to spend time with her girls whether it was shopping, jogging or playing soccer in the backyard of their large hacienda in a wealthy subdivision north of town. It was in a secure area with a guard house and a 24-hour security officer who stopped anyone that seemed out of place. Having a high ranking government prosecutor made the job extremely important, but Pamela never felt in any danger. Perhaps that is what made the events of May, 17th that more disturbing. Pamela had just finished up another successful prosecution only not a dangerous Mexican drug lord but rather a RICO conviction on a couple of Texas legislators. It had been long three month case in which she had spent a lot of time away from her girls. Pamela's husband and the girls' father had died a few years ago in a plane crash so the three of them had spent a lot of time together. Pamela was unhappy having to be away from them so long especially when Anna would be gone to college in a few months. So after this case ended, Pamela decided to take a week's vacation and this time she would take the girls to Cancun for a graduation trip for Anna. In fact, they were planning on leaving that Saturday night on a flight to Mexico. Now as Pamela was wrapping things up at the office, Anna and Mariah were coming home from school. Anna drove past the guards and they stopped to talk to him. The guard enjoyed talking to the two Hispanic- American girls with long black hair. After a few minutes, Anna drove onto the house. The guard had warned her about a construction company working on the house around the corner and to watch for the heavy machinery. So it was just after five o'clock when Anna wheeled her Mazda into the garage and closed the door behind her. That would be the last time anyone in the neighborhood would see the Salazar sisters alive. They were grabbed by two masked, armed gunmen as they entered the house. The girls have their mouths covered by the gloved hands of the two men. The two of them flail in the arms of the kidnappers as they are dragged into an interior room of the four bedroom house. Anna and Mariah Salazar have met the construction crew or at least that is what the guards and the neighbors thought. No one thought anything when the men appeared to leave about thirty minutes later. In reality there were three men in the truck when they entered the development but one of them was hidden from view. One of men was always working at the vacant home while the other two had broken into the Salazar home to wait for the girls to come home. Meanwhile at the Salazar house, Anna and Mariah have been herded into their mom's study. They are sitting on the carpet against the large desk. Both of the sisters are securely bound with rope and gagged while wearing just their bras and panties. They are, of course, terrified especially when they heard one of the men on the phone letting someone know that the girls were now secured and they were waiting for the bitch to come home to finish the job. Anna and Mariah knew they were in huge trouble. They were unable to do anything about it. They just had to wait for their mother to come and walk into an ambush. It was a little after seven o'clock when Pamela finally left the office. She got in her car and immediately dialed home to tell the girls that he was leaving. She didn't get any answer so she left a message. But Anna called her back immediately. "Where were you and Mariah just now when I tried to call?" "Upstairs packing for the trip. Mariah is outside playing some soccer. You know her always kicking that ball around." "Well, listen, I am in the car and anxious to get home. We need to be at the airport by 10:00 because our flight leaves at midnight. I can't wait to get to Cancun and get out on the beach." "We can't wait either, mom. Please hurry home." "I will be home in about twenty minutes. So continue to pack and get a suitcase out for me as well." Pamela closes up her cellphone as she wheels her Lexus out of the underground parking garage as she waves to the security guard as she leaves. Back at the house, Anna's gag has been put back in her mouth. The kidnapper had pulled out the cloth cleave gag out of her mouth, had her dial her mother back and pretend nothing was wrong. Anna fought back the tears as she talked not just knowing what was happening but also because the other kidnapper had a gun pressed against Mariah's temple threatening to shoot her if she let on to her mother what was happening. "You did a great acting job, kid. Now to get ready to surprise your mother." Anna and Mariah are stunned when the men reach down and rip their bras off. They cry as they discard them in the floor beside them. Another shock comes when the cleave gags are removed but before the girls know what is happening, the men cram red ballgags into their mouth and buckle them tightly behind their heads. If the girls didn't know that this situation was dire, they did now. What surprises did they have planned for Pamela when she got home. The two men are hiding in the living room by the garage door when Pamela came driving in. She saw Anna's car outside so she knew the girls were home and probably packing for their trip. She wanted to go in, change her clothes, throw a few clothes into a suitcase and then leave with her girls for a week in the sun and heat of Cancun. Pamela was thinking about that when she opened the door. The federal prosecutor had no time to react. One of the men grabbed her as she walked through the door. He clasped his hand tightly over her mouth and Pamela fought hard against the guy. Her satchel went flying as she fought hard but just as it looked like they would have a terrible time with the feisty attorney, the other one came out of the bedroom holding a terrified naked Mariah around her neck. "Stop fighting him, Ms. Salazar, or I slit her throat right here." Pamela looked into the panic filled eyes of her youngest as she stood in the arms of the gunman with a knife pressed against her throat. She looked in horror at her naked daughter and stopped fighting. "Now Ms. Salazar, you will cooperate with us or else your daughters die, understand." Pamela looks at the men and she nodded her head. The man holding her released her mouth. But before she could speak, he crammed a black ball gag in her mouth and tightened in extremely tight behind her head. The man took the strap to the last hole which caused Pamela to scream out in pain as it disappeared in her mouth. "OK, boys, the good prosecutor is now silent. She has rested her case." The man pulls a length of rope, grabs Pamela's wrists and starts winding it tightly around them behind her back. Meanwhile she can now see both daughters standing across from her, stark naked, with red ballgags in their mouths not as severely inside as hers is. They have their wrists tied behind their backs with rope wound around their young breasts. They have rope tied around their waists and crotch ropes up through their private areas. Their legs are bound together at the ankles, below the knees, above the knees and around their thighs. Once Pamela's wrists are bound, the head kidnapper pushes her over to his other men and tells them. "Take the good prosecutor back to the bedroom and tear her clothes off. I think it's time to have some fun before the boss man arrives. 7:00 p.m. "Well that was nice. Your girls were pretty nice also." The apparent assistant boss is getting dressed after toweling off. Pamela is lying on her bed with her legs spread and tied to each bottom bed leg. She has a nice tight crotch rope that is tied to her waist. She has a wraparound duct tape gag around her mouth that holds Anna's panties in her mouth. The other comes in just as he zips his pants. "I see you are done with the good prosecutor. How was she?" "Pretty nice. I hope I can get a crack at the girls before he gets here." "Too late, buddy, I am here." The two men turn around and there was the security guard standing behind them. "I see that you, guys, have already had fun. How was Ms. Salazar, Bud." "Yeah, pretty nice. Want to try her out, boss?" The man stands aside and waves his arms toward Pamela, who has raised her head off of the bed to look at the "boss". "No, I am not here to fuck either her or her slutty daughters." The guard comes over, bends down and fondles Pamela's nice large breasts. "If I wasn't gay. I might do it but my wife wouldn't like it. Let's get them downstairs to the basement to finish this." Pamela screams into her gag as she realizes what was meant by that statement. But all she can do is muffle a little as she is brought to her feet. Her wrists are retied behind her back and her elbows are also bound together as closely as possible making her scream out in pain. She is wobbly as she is led out of her bedroom and forced to walk downstairs. She is continued to be led down to the basement where one of the men has gone before her. The lights are on and she can see that there is black paper stretched across a couple of the windows. She is led over to the middle of three of the dining room chairs that have been brought down to the full basement and place in a line in the middle of the room. "OK., help me get her secured to the chair and then go retrieve the girls and bring them down. Now hand me that rope over there and let's get the good D.A. secured here." So Pamela had no choice but to just sit there as the two men went about immobilizing her to the chair. First her arms were pulled over the back of the chair despite her cries of pain. Then she saw as the men wrapped rope around her large breasts occasionally fondling them viciously. She had rope wrapped under them about a dozen times, then taken above them another dozen times. The men took another rope and ran it down between her breasts, under the bottom ropes, back up under the upper ropes and then back over her shoulders before tying it to the back of the chair. Next the men take rope, wind it around her waist and then the chair. Finally they start work on the legs. They bend them back, take a leg each and bind them to the back chair legs. Then they bind the knees as well. Now the once powerful federal prosecutor is nothing more than a helpless captive, naked and very afraid. "Good job, and now let's go upstairs and gather the girls up. I am sure they will want to see their mother." Pamela is left with the guard who decides to tell her a story. "OK, madame prosecutor, you probably don't have a clue who I am, do you? Well, of course you wouldn't, after all I was only four years old when you last saw me. You successfully prosecuted my father and killed my family. My father was a cab driver who happened to pick up two men and drove them to the bank. He waited until they went inside and they told him they would in there just a few minutes. Well they were robbers who ended up killing a security guard and a teller before they barreled out and got inside. The police arrested my father as accomplice and even though he was innocent you got him convicted and sentenced to life in prison." He stopped walked over and slapped Pamela hard whiplashing her head back and forth. "My mother died when I was nine and my father was knifed a few months later so I was an orphan who went from foster home to foster home until I was eighteen. I dropped out of school and though I ended up getting my GED, this security job was all I could get. You ruined my life, bitch. All because you wanted to move up the ladder. So when I found out you lived here, I decided to get close. I really enjoyed the little afternoon chats with your two slutty daughters. Which by the way, have now arrived? Pamela looks up and sees the two other kidnappers bringing her two daughters downstairs. Anna and Mariah are unable to move so the men are hauling them over their shoulders. The men deposit the two teenagers into the chairs on either side of their mother. Pamela can see the stream of blood flowing down Mariah's leg. She had been a virgin but now she had just been raped so the blood came from her busted cherry. The girls are going to be tied up just like their mother. Anna and Mariah have tape wrapped around their mouths as well. Mariah has her mother's panties in her mouth and Anna has Mariah's in there. Within minutes Anna and Mariah are tied exactly the same as their mother. "OK,now that you are all here. As you can see, escape will be impossible and you will not leave this basement. In a few minutes, your car will leave the garage, go past the security house where I will testify seeing you leaving for Cancun. Of course you will be down here awaiting my final revenge." He walks back over and plays with both Anna and Mariah's nipples. "Go get that bag over there and you go get me some clothespins from the laundry room." The one man goes over and soon comes back with a half dozen clothespins. He hands them to his boss who goes over and starting with Anna, clips them on her nipples. The teenager cries in pain but she cant shake them off. Then he heads over to Pamela and finally Mariah. About that time, the other guy has reemerged with a large bag. "OK, guys, get those babies out and get them on the ladies. We have only a few minutes until we must leave." The Salazars cry out and scream into their gags as the men place vibrators in between their legs and tape them to their bodies. After making sure they don't move, the guard then pulls out three tightly rolled up bundles of dynamite with a few wires coming from them. "Now this is how this goes down, Ms. Salazar. These are pressure wires that are attached to these mini bombs. We use these in construction sites to get rid of dilapidated buildings. Now they will get rid of a royal bitch and her slutty daughters. Now you may survive this if you all can keep an orgasm going until someone comes and finds you." He hands them to the other men who place them right between their breasts, tucked tigtly under the breast ropes and attaches the wires to the head of those right up against the crotches. The women are very hysterical but they can't escape. "Ok, gentlemen, only a couple more things to do. First the gags need more secure." The men wrap cloth wrap over their gags, then some more wraparound tape and finally some electrical tape. No noise would come from the doomed family. "Ok let's turn these babies on. Now remember, ladies, as long as you cum with orgasms you live but as soon as you stop, you die." The men laugh, grab some breasts one final time and leave. The guard sneaks out the back door and is back at the shack when the other two guys leave in Pamela's SUV. He looked at his watch, It read 8:30. He smiled and went back to work. It was a little after midnight when suddenly the neighborhood was rocked with a loud explosion. The guard had just gotten home when he heard the news over his police scanner. He smiled and went to bed. At first the police thought it was a simple case of a gas explosion but when they couldn't find the Salazar family they started combing through the rubble. It was early the next day when the police made a grisly discovery. A pair of hands were found and they still have rope tied around them. Soon other body parts were found. The coroner made the news official- the Salazar family had been murdered in their own house. The FBI got involved but came up very empty. It would another six months until the FBI finally found out who murdered the family and why but until after having a gun battle with the guard who was killed in the battle.