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 Fair Game - Chapter One

   by Ozmanga

   The big man, the one Sophie McNeville knew only as "Al", grunted deeply
three times.  Once for each mighty thrust as he rammed his cock hard into
her tight, bruised, cunt and came deep inside her.

   Al's pounding crushed the petite woman hard against the lumpy old
mattress on the queen-sized metal-framed bed to which she was fastened. 
The light chain locked around her neck didn't prevent her moving on and
around the bed but limited her to an area of a few paces beyond the bed
frame.  As his ejaculations dwindled he let his full weight pin her down.
Sophie was sore, bruised, and breathless.  Her nipples hurt.  The hairs on
Al's chest and belly were scratchy against her face and naked body.  His
ponderous weight was suffocating.  She gave a sigh of relief as she felt
Al's thick cock soften and he began to ease out of her.  She unwrapped her
legs from around his torso and tried to relax.  She ached.  She had lost
count of the number of times she had been raped and abused by Al and his
associates.  Al grunted again as he rolled off Sophie and reached for the
cigarettes and lighter he had placed on the crate that served as a bedside
table.

   "You're getting really good at faking it, Mrs McNeville," he said in his
quiet voice.  He lit a cigarette.  " More subtle.  I could have sworn you
climaxed just before I came."

   She had.  In fact she climaxed frequently when they fucked her.  They
couldn't know that.  Al had insisted she put on a show, so she did.  Head
back, legs raised, breasts fondled, nipples tweaked, hips grinding, lots of
"Oh mi gods oooh don't stop " Her quiet, genuine, orgasms got overlooked in
the theatrical performance.  The pretense was the result of the offer she
had made to the rapists on the first night.  The offer had been a vain
attempt to keep the predators from ravishing her daughter, Priscilla, who
had just turned eighteen.  Al held her to the promise, mostly the others
didn't care.

   ***

   The abduction of the McNevilles had been carefully planned, Sophie now
realized.  Someone had known their intention to spend two weeks in an
exclusive health resort.  The holiday had been arranged by her husband and
it was the first since their wedding two years ago.  As they waited for
their transport, Trevor considered the way his step-daughter was growing.
She was a younger edition of her very attractive mother.  These days he
often fantasized about slipping into her room and His cock stirred at a
forbidden thought.  He coughed and adjusted his pants.  "You two could be
mistaken for twins," he said.  It wasn't an exaggeration.  Sophie and her
teen-age daughter were dressed alike in button-down-the-front tailored
linen dresses and both wore identical straw hats on their tight blonde
curls.  They were the same long legged five foot four and from a distance
the age difference was not noticeable.

   The family had assumed the white limousine that collected them from
their house on the outskirts of the city was the hire-car they were
expecting from the resort.  They were only disabused of the idea when,
after twenty minutes, the vehicle pulled into an old truck stop and they
were ordered out of the limousine.  Two young men were standing ready to
receive them at the side of a windowless van.  The women were handcuffed so
quickly that they had no time to even think of trying to resist.  At first
they were more puzzled than frightened.

   Trevor McNeville had protested noisily but had shut up when the smallest
of the three assailants produced a revolver and pointed it at Trevor's
head. Trevor's thin body shook with rage and frustration as the limmo
driver the biggest man of the group of three man-handled Sophie and
Priscilla into the van.  Sophie thought all three assailants were in the
late twenties early thirties, athletic, clean cut, conservatively dressed
in slacks and tee shirts.  None were wearing the traditional kidnappers'
balaclava.  The men were excited but methodical and confident in their
actions.  Sophie had the impression that they had done this before.

   It was also clear to Sophie from the start that the women were the main
target.  The big man who had driven the limmo heaved their suitcases into
the van then assisted Priscilla into the dark interior.  He slid his left
hand up her dress and stroked the front of her panties.  He pushed the silk
material into her tight pussy.  She began to cry.  Then it was Sophie's
turn to be helped into the van.  He fondled Sophie's breasts as he sat her
down on the pile of bags and boxes that half filled the back of the van. 
He told her she had nice tits and that he "call me Al" looked forward to
seeing them, "In the flesh, as it were." Then he left the women.  He closed
the sliding door of the van as he went.  Sophie heard the limmo start up
and drive away.

   Sophie tried to commit Al's description to memory.  She rehearsed in her
mind what she would say to the police, if she ever got the chance.  Tall,
about six foot three, close-cropped black hair, grey eyes, strong chin,
heavy build but athletic.  Large hands with neatly manicured nails.  Quiet
educated accent.  Dressed in white shirt, black tie, cotton slacks,
polished shoes and wearing a chauffeur's hat, she thought.  She was pleased
she hadn't panicked.

   She said to Priscilla, "Don't worry dear.  Don't cry.  I'm sure Trevor
will sort things out.  They probably just want money and he's insured."
Although I'm afraid your pretty young body, your big blue eyes and your
blonde curls may prove too much of a temptation to Al the groper and his
buddies, she thought.  The teenager said nothing.

   Sophie strained to hear what was going on outside the van.  She heard
one of the men say, "But we don't want a ransom, Trevor.  So don't keep
offering to pay if we let you go."

   Trevor's reply was too quiet to hear.

   "Hands behind your back.  That's good."

   Sophie could hear Trevor's voice, high-pitched and tremulous pleading
with the men.  His words were cut short and another, harsher, voice
said."You don't get it do you, Trevor?  We don't want your fucking hot
money.  Just a chat, your labor and the use of your lovely young wife and
step-daughter for a while." The door slid open and Trevor was bundled into
the van.  His hands were cuffed behind his back.  His thin brown hair was
ruffled and his glasses were askew on his thin bony nose.  He looked gray
and ten years older than his forty two years.

   The kidnapper who had threatened Trevor with a revolver leaned through
the door.

   "Make yourselves comfortable.  We have a long drive after we pick up Al
and before your new life begins," he said, with a cruel laugh.  He closed
the door leaving the three McNevilles in darkness.  *** Al stubbed out his
cigarette in the sand-filled tin ashtray and turned to his diminutive
bed-mate.

   "Time for one last fuck, Mrs McNeville.  Get to it."

   Sophie sighed inwardly and reached for the big man's thick flaccid cock
with one hand and his hairy heavily-weighted scrotum with the other.  As
she massaged Al's still slimy prong she whispered, "What do you mean, 'one
last fuck', Al?"

   "The holiday is over.  In the morning we leave this place.  Go back to
our jobs, to our wives and families.  Return to the 'Real World'. 
Respectability.  You and Priscilla and Trevor become mere memories.  This
year's escapade.  Another adventure into unbridled lust and crime
successfully concluded.  So one last fuck before I get some shut eye is
what I mean.  What did you think I meant?"

   Sophie felt his thick cock start to grow in her hand.  You know what I
meant.  Are you going to kill me now or hand me to the executioners later?
she thought.

   "What happens to us?  " she said.  "Do Ben and Doug take us into the
forest or do you drop us into the lake wrapped in chains?  You hinted at
another solution.  Can you save us?"

   "Rub it on your cunt, Mrs McNeville.  Up and down your tender twat.  You
like that, don't you?"

   Sophie did, and despised herself for doing so.  She turned towards Al
and used his thick and growing erection to stroke her overstimulated sex
and excite her tender clitoris.  Al grunted with satisfaction.  She still
had no real idea who he was.  He always called her "Mrs McNeville" no
matter what perverse sexual act he was forcing her to perform.  She thought
he was a professional.  Perhaps they were all part of some sort of
government security agency.  That could account for their confidence that
they could get away with abduction, rape and probably murder.

   As she felt Al's penis stiffen once again, she moaned in affected
ecstacy and spread her legs ready for his inevitable penetration.***

   The journey to their unknown destination had taken several hours.  The
van stopped after twenty minutes or so to pick up Al from the hire firm
where he rented the limmo.  Conversation was difficult in the back of the
van and Sophie soon tired of Priscilla's tearful forebodings and her
husband's angry rants.  The McNevilles were let out twice during the drive
and uncuffed so they could relieve themselves.  Once they were able to use
a closed service station with a washroom still in working order and once
they were led to the bushes behind a lay-by in the foothills.  Their
captors urinated along side them.  Sophie observed that the three young men
were well endowed cocks gushing like fire-hoses, she thought a fact they
called attention to by mocking the size of Trevor's fear-shrunken member.

   Priscilla's eyes were big and round.  The pistol-carrying abductor waved
his fat cock at her and asked the young woman if she wanted to suck it now.
Priscilla blushed and looked at the ground.  Trevor started to abuse the
man and was slapped into silence.

   The journey continued.  The van's engine labored as the gradients became
steeper.  Sophie reckoned they were well into the mountains before they
stopped.  When the van finally arrived at their destination the sun was
almost setting behind the surrounding peaks some still showing snow in
their high gullies despite it being high summer.  The setting sun painted a
golden path across the still waters of a long narrow lake.

   The van pulled into a shed that stood by a rickety looking jetty.  A
dusty ancient public telephone box leaned against the shed.  An old wooden
cabin cruiser was moored to the jetty.  The engine was running .  A fourth
man climbed out of the boat and greeted them cheerfully.  He had short dark
hair and a spade beard.  He wore jeans and a polo-necked sweater.  Like the
others he looked like a fit thirty year old.

   "Let's see what you've got," he said as he helped the three captives out
of the van.

   "Very nice," he said as he examined Sophie and Priscilla.  "Well
spotted, Al.  You were right, a mother-daughter combo for you, Ben and me
Charlie and a playmate for Douglas.  Right?"

   A, B, C, and D, thought Sophie, wincing, as Charlie squeezed her tits
and patted her bottom.  Code names, not real.  Priscilla gave a squeal when
Charlie gave her the same treatment.

   "Hey," said the smallest of the captors.  "I'm not gay.  Just because
occasionally I " He paused.  "If I my memory serves me right, last year it
was Charlie who taught the farmer's boy how to deep-throat and Ben who made
him squeal like a piglet over his mother's knee."

   "Yeah, yeah," said Charlie.  "Get them into the boat with the rest of
the gear we want to be tied up on the island before dark."

   'Mother-daughter combo', thought Sophie with a shudder.  My god,do they
think we're fast food!  And we've been talent spotted.  By Al.  In an
effort to stop herself thinking about the implications of the phrase,
Sophie tried to commit the abductors' descriptions to memory.  Ben, not as
tall as Al and slimmer.  Roughly the same age...  thirtyish or younger. 
Quietly spoken, soft southern accent, blond, blue eyes, ring on wedding
finger, same as Douglas the pistol carrier.  He is short but fit and quick
to move, dark hair and eyes.  All of them well educated, well-heeled and,
judging by what I've seen so far, well-hung.  So what's the connection?

   The women were made to kick their shoes off as they boarded the old
style wooden craft and all three captives were bundled into the saloon. 
Douglas joined them as the other men transferred the boxes and bags from
the van into the stern of the launch.  There were sports-bags and sacks of
groceries as well as ice boxes and several crates of drink transferred from
the van.  Sophie noted fishing rods, nets and a gaff as well as two gun
cases.  It looks like a camping trip, she thought.  But no wives.  In which
case it's clear what they want us for.  She felt Douglas' eyes on her.  He
and Trevor were sitting opposite her and Priscilla.  The abductor's black
trousers were tented at the crotch.

   As the boat pulled away from the jetty, Douglas leant forward and
unbuttoned the top button of Sophie's dress.  She tried to pull away but
there was little room to maneuver and she bumped her head on a shelf behind
her.  Douglas chuckled to see her hat knocked forward at an angle and undid
the second button.

   Trevor turned on Douglas and screamed at him to, "Stop molesting my
wife." Douglas hit him behind the ear and Trevor fell in an unconscious
heap to the cabin floor.  The assailant leaned forward again and undid two
more buttons before using both hands to force the top of Sophie's dress off
her shoulders and half-way down her arms.

   "What are you up to?" called Charlie from where he stood at the wheel.
Ben put his head into the saloon.

   "Doug is rummaging in mom's chest," said Ben with heavy humor.  "And
mighty fine goods he's found there.."

   Doug said nothing as he undid Sophie's front-fastening bra and peeled
the soft material clear of her firm round tits.

   "They natural?" he asked but didn't wait for an answer before finding
out.  He stroked both breasts quite gently and hardly brushed her plump
brown nipples with his finger tips before sitting back and regarding the
two women.  "Very nice," he said.  "Big enough to tit-fuck without being
too big." He turned his attention to Priscilla.  "What about you, honey? 
You look to be about the same size as your mom.  Your tits a good big
mouthful?"

   "Leave her alone, please," begged Sophie as Douglas reached for the top
button of Priscilla's dress."She's still just a kid."

   "No way, lady," he grinned as he carried on exposing the teenager's
bosom.  "There's only two of you and there's four of us, all eager to shed
some middle-class inhibitions.  Like you, she'll be fucked until her ears
fly off.  Hey.  They're nearly as big as your mom's.  But with little
itty-bitty pink nipples," he said stroking Priscilla's exposed breasts.

   "Please don't," sobbed Priscilla.  "Stop."

   But he didn't stop and continued to fondle both mother and daughter's
tits for the rest of the voyage to Snake Island.  *** Charlie, who seemed
to be in charge, soon had the boat unloaded and everyone, including the
captives, detailed to carry supplies and equipment to the cabin.  The low
log-built structure lay a few hundred paces away from the jetty and a small
boathouse.  It took several trips to empty the boat and stack the goods to
Charlie's satisfaction.  Sophie saw from the veranda that surrounded the
cabin that it sat on one end of a narrow wooded island.  She thought some
of the tall pine trees must have supplied the building material for the
cabin which was spacious enough, with a large central room and a bedroom
for each of the men and some to spare.

   Sophie and Priscilla were shown into a room which contained a big
metal-framed bed, two wooden crates and a sturdy wooden kitchen chair. 
They had carried their holiday suitcases from the boat and sat on the bed
when they were told to wait.  Trevor was taken by Douglas to the kitchen.
His ankles were shackled to a three foot metal bar and his right leg
chained to an iron ring set into the concrete floor.  The kitchen was
separate from the main building, presumably as a precaution against fire.
The floor was concrete and the kitchen had a stone built chimney for its
wood fired oven and grill.  Douglas ignored Trevor's protests and told him
to get the fire going an easy task seeing the grate was laid with kindling
and dry wood.

   After a while during which time neither woman spoke Sophie and her
daughter were brought into the main room of the cabin by Al.  Although
their dresses were still partially unbuttoned and bras undone they had
managed to cover their breasts.  Despite the roughness of the journey both
women had somehow managed to keep their hats on.  Ben, Charlie and Douglas
were sitting in well upholstered leather chairs around the newly lit open
fire.  Sophie saw the men were drinking and a half empty bottle of Johnnie
Walker Black Label sat on the large coffee table in front of the fire.  The
light was beginning to fade and two pressure lamps had been lit casting a
warm yellow glow onto the table.

   Charlie spoke first.  "Take the cuffs off, Al.  They're not going
anywhere."

   While Al did as he was told Charlie continued.  "You two cunts are here
for our pleasure.  You're going to do whatever we tell you to do.  No
'ifs', no 'buts'.  In the next few days you're going to get fucked every
which way.  So get used to the idea.  If you're very good and show us all a
good time we'll maybe let you go when we've done.  Do you understand?"

   Neither woman spoke.

   "I said, 'do you understand'.  So answer me, or do I have to smack some
tail?"

   Sophie quickly spoke up.  "I understand.  Listen, I guess you're looking
for a bit of fun away from the little wife who might not approve of some of
the things guys like to get up to in the woods.  Is that right?"

   She swallowed.  None of the men answered.

   "That's okay." Sophie gabbled.  "I don't like it but I guess I've had
the bad luck to be caught.  But my daughter here is only a kid, just turned
eighteen.  So leave her out of your plans.  Please.  I can give you
anything you want.  Willingly.  With pleasure."

   "Nah," said Charlie.  "There are four of us and we're nasty bastards. 
You'd never last the distance."

   "Please," said Sophie.  "Try me.  I'll do anything you want.  With
pleasure.  I promise.  Just leave her alone."

   "That's a fine thing to promise but somehow I doubt you could accept
what we are going to do to you 'with pleasure', Mrs McNeville," said Al
quietly.

   "Try me," said Sophie,"I mean what I say," She was wondering desperately
how she could keep their attention.  "Just watch!"

   She hopped onto the table in front of the fire.  It was a solid wooden
piece of furniture about six feet long and three broad.  Sophie hoped it
would make a convenient stage for her performance.  Al rescued the whisky
bottle and his glass from the corner of the table.  Sophie started to
strip. She rolled her hips as she slowly, unfastened one button at a time,
the front of her linen dress.

   "Mother " protested Priscilla.  Ben caught her arm and pulled the young
woman onto his lap.

   "Be quiet, kid, let her do her stuff," he said, slipping his hand inside
the teenager's dress and cupping her left tit.  "She won't stop us fucking
you and you might learn a trick or two."

   Sophie continued her striptease.  She bent forward to undo the last
button.  Her breasts swung free, barely concealed by her unfastened bra. 
She stood, still gyrating at the hips, and let the linen dress fall down
her arms and body to drop at her bare feet on the wooden table.  She kicked
it onto the floor.  Slowly she removed the bra then began to massage her
breasts.  She teased her brown nipples and began to affect signs of sexual
arousal.  She panted, eyes half closed, as her fingers stroked and pulled
at the soft meat.  Her tongue flickered out to caress each swollen nipple.

   Priscilla could not believe what she was seeing.  She felt Ben's cock
grow and press against the soft curve of her buttocks.  His grasp of her
bosom tightened.

   Sophie rolled down her cotton panties and exposed a neatly trimmed
ash-blonde bush.  Sophie's hands explored the cleft between her legs.  Her
panting grew quicker and noisier.  She stepped out of her panties and
quickly used the flimsy garment like a towel to rub up and down her sex. 
The soft material parted her labia.  Sophie gave every appearance of
masturbating to a climax.  The sexual tension in the room grew.

   Al was the first to move.  Perhaps he had a signal from Charlie who was
almost as quick.  In a flash Al had grabbed Sophie around the hips and
lowered her, none too gently, onto her back across the coffee table. 
Charlie took Sophie's head.  He knelt and pulled off her hat and at the
same time unzipped his jeans to free his rapidly swelling cock.  Al pulled
down his pants and thrust his cock into her cunt in one strong push but
Sophie had no time to react to his thick member before Charlie was feeding
his longer, slightly thinner, cock into her mouth and down her throat.  As
Charlie's balls touched the bridge of Sophie's nose he withdrew far enough
to let her take a breath before sliding into her again and again..

   "She's got two hands free," said Charlie to Ben and Doug.  Ben laughed
and shook his head.  "Nah," he said.  "We'll use the other pussy." He stood
up and as he did so he ripped Priscilla's dress open and pulled it from her
back.  The young woman staggered and fell on her knees across the table
next to where her mother was struggling to cope with Al and Charlie.  Doug
pounced on her head but Priscilla fought him furiously.  She was unable to
prevent Ben from pulling her panties off.

   "Handcuff the little bitch, will ya?" snarled Doug, tossing Priscilla's
hat away.

   "Cuff her yourself, buddy," said Ben undoing his belt and pulling his
slacks down."Or tie her wrists with her bra.  Her little virgin asshole has
been begging for ten inches of hot cock since mom started to strip.  Ain't
that so, cunt?"

   Without waiting for a reply Ben proceeded to force the tip of his
erection into what was indeed a virgin ass.  At first the young woman
didn't know what was happening but as Ben forced his rigid member into her
she realized she was being buggered and it hurt.  She began to scream and
didn't stop until Doug had managed to cuff her hands behind her back and
pushed his fat cock into her mouth with a fierce threat that he would maim
her if he felt teeth.

   From the corner of her eye Sophie witnessed Ben ruthlessly sodomize her
daughter and saw Doug succeed in brutally force Priscilla to fellate him.
Sophie could do nothing to stop them.  As Charlie and Al eagerly slaked
their lust on her naked body Sophie realized her attempt to divert the
men's attention from her daughter had been a catastrophic failure.  She
wept.