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 Fair Game - Chapter Two by Ozmanga

   After the first frenzied rape of their captive women the four abductors
directed Sophie and Priscilla to clean themselves up.  They were told to
take a shower and put on some pretty clothes.  As they made their way to
the room assigned to them Sophie heard a generator start up and the gloom
in the cabin was relieved by electric light.

   Alone in their bedroom, Sophie tried to comfort her daughter but
Priscilla was having none of it.  She was beside herself with rage and
terror.  She blamed her mother for what had happened.

   "Why did you encourage them with that disgusting dance?" Priscilla
screamed at Sophie.  "I thought I was going to split when that horrid Ben
ripped my panties off and started to...to..." She burst into a torrent of
tears.  When Sophie tried to hold her the young woman pushed her mother
away.

   "I thought they were going to kill me.  I couldn't breathe," she sobbed.
"That nasty one who threatened Trevor with a gun handcuffed me and I
couldn't stop him putting his p...p...penis in my mouth.  He nearly choked
me.  He squirted his filthy juice into my face.  It's all your fault." She
tossed herself onto the bed and lay there sobbing.

   Sophie left her daughter to cry.  After unpacking soap, shampoo, and
towel from her suitcase she wrapped the towel around her waist and set off
into the twilight to find the showers.  The ablution building was separate
from the main cabin.  It was next to the kitchen.  The four shower stations
were not partitioned.  They faced a row four toilet cubicles boasting
surprisingly modern self-contained green technology.  Next to them was a
row of hand basins with a cracked mirror above each one.  A grimy window at
the end of the toilet block looked out onto the kitchen.

   Sophie was surprised the water was warm--she learned later that it was
heated by the kitchen range--and for a brief moment forgot her problems as
she soaped and sponged the sticky residue left by the rapists from between
her legs and out of her hair.  When she had finished Sophie thought she
would try a speak to Trevor who she could see standing by the kitchen door.
Before she could call out Charlie appeared and spoke to her husband. 
Sophie couldn't hear what Charlie was saying but the conversation ended
with the bearded rapist slapping his prisoner about the face.  She decided
not to risk a confrontation and hurried back to her room.

   ***

   Trevor, meanwhile, picked himself up off the concrete floor of the
kitchen.  He dabbed his split lip with the sleeve of his shirt and glared
at his jailer.  "Why?" he mumbled.  "Why are you doing this?"

   Charlie looked down at the smaller man.  He grinned.

   "Because I want the salad done the way I like it, and the steaks not too
rare, and not over-cooked.  So you do as I tell you or you get a slapping."

   "That's not what I meant..." began Trevor, before Charlie slapped him
down again.  Charlie had powerful arms and big hands.

   "You mean why are we fucking your women and chaining you to the kitchen
floor?  Because we can, Bozo, and because it gives us pleasure.  And
because you are a thief and a swindler whose disappearance will cause no
real alarm."

   Trevor tried not to groan as he hauled himself upright again.

   "So, load the trolley first-- knives, forks, plates--six of everything.
Salad, bread from the bin, sauces, mustard.  Then cook the steaks.  Now
remember, no longer than five minutes each side and when they are done you
ring the bell.  In about half an hour's time.  One of the women will come
and collect the trolley.  Don't try to talk to her or you'll get another
beating.  Do you understand?"

   Trevor nodded to avoid a threatened slap.

   "Good," said Charlie.  "When you've done the washing up, banked up the
fire, and got the trolley ready for breakfast you can turn in.  You'll get
used to sleeping on concrete and there's a blanket on the top shelf of the
cupboard.  If you need to go there's a bucket outside the kitchen door. 
Wash your hands if you use it.  Tomorrow morning one of us will escort you
to the shower block.  Hey, don't drop the soap."

   Trevor was about to risk another slap by protesting this treatment when
a series of sharp screams shattered the evening stillness.

   "Sounds like your step-daughter is getting some instruction.  It always
takes time before everyone learns their place," Charlie grumbled before
heading back to the cabin.

   ***

   When Sophie returned to the women's room she found Doug standing by the
bed.  He held Priscilla by her right wrist with one hand and was massaging
his groin with the other.  The young woman regarded him with a mixture of
horror and loathing.  "No...no..." she kept repeating.

   "Why didn't this stuck-up little bitch go take a shower as she was
fucking well told?"said Doug to Sophie as she entered the room.

   "She was upset," said Sophie hurrying to her daughter's side.  "She
needed time to recover from the disgusting performance that you and the
blonde monster put her through."

   "Ben's no monster, woman.  And you didn't answer my question.  This slut
disobeyed an order," said the rapist.  "And that's a punishable offence. 
She's a naughty girl.  She should be spanked.  You want to do it, or shall
I?"

   "Do what?" asked Sophie, desperately trying to think of a way out of the
situation.

   "Put the little slut over your knee and make her ass cheeks glow.  You
do it and you can use a slipper.  If you won't, I'll use my belt on her."
His hand shifted from his bulging groin to the buckle of his thick leather
belt.

   "No.  Don't do it.  Mother!" screamed Priscilla.

   Sophie realized she had no real choice.  She rummaged in her suitcase
and found a soft soled slipper then sat down on the hard wooden chair and
nodded to Doug.

   "Bring her to me.  I'm ready," said Sophie as she adjusted the towel
over her thighs, thereby exposing her breasts.

   Priscilla struggled and wept as Doug dragged her to her mother's chair
and forced her to lie across Sophie's lap.

   "Lie still you little bitch," Doug grunted, Sophie heard the click of
closing handcuffs and saw Doug had fastened her daughter's hands to the low
rail between the legs of the chair.  "Now," he said.  "Lay into her, mommy.
Let me hear her scream."

   And scream Priscilla did at every stroke of the slipper, despite the
fact that Sophie pulled nearly every blow on the young woman's naked
cum-smeared buttocks.  Sophie was aware Doug had taken a small digital
camera from his pocket and was recording the occasion.  He seemed
fascinated by the way her breasts bounced as she raised the slipper and
then brought it crashing down on Priscilla's rose colored cheeks and at
Priscilla's hopeless struggle to wriggle free from Sophie's strong grasp.

   The spanking ended when Doug said in a husky voice, "That's enough for
now, cunt." She turned and saw he had loosened his belt and lowered his
trousers to half-mast.  His fat, thick veined, uncircumcised cock was fully
erect and drooling in anticipation as he worked the foreskin back and
forward.  "Hold her ass cheeks apart.  Let the dog see the rabbit."

   "Oh, no," cried Sophie.  "Not her.  Not like that again.  Take me
instead."

   "I will take you," panted Doug.  "But not just yet.  Open her for me or
I'll use the buckle of my belt on her.  And do it now!"

   Priscilla was barely aware of what was going on.  She wept and swore at
Sophie who could do nothing to persuade Doug to change his mind.

   Sophie, trembling with shame and fear, placed a hand on each ruddy cheek
and pressed them apart.  She saw that Ben's earlier penetration had
stretched Priscilla's anal orifice somewhat but she judged Doug would
struggle to insert his thicker cock.  As the dark haired rapist stepped
between Priscilla's outstretched legs Sophie reached for Doug's erection.
"Be gentle,"she begged as she stroked him with one hand and cupped his
balls in the other.

   "She's only a kid." Sophie whispered as she rubbed Doug's thick cock up
and down the valley between Priscilla's buns.

   "Stop it, Mother!  Stop it!" screamed Priscilla.

   "Just lubricate her a little," Sophie said persuasively to Doug. 
"Otherwise you will hurt her."

   Doug grinned down at her.  "That, lady, is the whole fucking intention."
And so saying he slapped Sophie's restraining hands aside and plunged his
rampant cock into the teenager's already ravaged ass.

   When he had done--his cruel act of sodomy performed with Sophie's
seeming cooperation did not take long--he withdrew and spent copiously on
Sophie's recently bathed breasts and her daughter's ass-cheeks.  Stripping
naked himself, Doug then dragged the women to the ablution block.  He
joined them in a quick shower and left the pair with a warning to be
dressed and ready for dinner in fifteen minutes time.  Neither woman spoke
as they returned to their room and dressed.  Both put on little black
dresses and pumps.  The outfits were very suitable for cocktails at the
upmarket health spa they had planned to visit but seemed incongruous to
Sophie in the backwoods situation they were in.  Sophie wore black nylon
stockings and a sexy garter belt hoping the traditional "fuck-me" look
would divert some of the sexual attention away from her frightened and
angry daughter.  Priscilla regarded her mother with loathing.

   In the big room Sophie noted two of the four abductors hadn't bothered
to change.  Ben and Doug had put on a clean set of navy-blue sweats.  The
men greeted the entrance of Sophie and Priscilla with wolf whistles and
coarse compliments.  It was clear they had continued drinking since the fun
and games following Sophie's strip-tease.

   The dining table was tucked into a corner of the big room with windows
looking out through the veranda onto the lake, now steel-gray as the sun
sank behind the surrounding peaks.

   "Hey, Charlie, have we time for a quickie before dinner?" said Ben
eyeing the wide eyed Priscilla.  Doug was standing behind her.

   Charlie consulted his watch.  "Ten minutes, tops."

   Ben nodded to Doug who wrapped his arms around the waist and arms of the
frightened teenager.  Ben put both hands on the neck of Priscilla's dress
and pulled it down until her breasts were uncovered.  She started to beg
for him to stop but her begging only spurred him on to greater violence. 
Ben ripped her bra open and worried her exposed nipples with his tongue and
teeth then suddenly he crouched, lifted the hem of the little black dress
above her waist and tore off her fashionably brief panties.

   Ben moved so fast that Sophie was unable to do anything.  Al gripped her
arms and held her effortlessly despite her struggles.  She was compelled to
watch as Ben dragged down his pants and with no consideration for his young
victim drove his thick hooded cock into Priscilla's proffered cunt.

   "There were cries of "Go, Bengy, go!" and "Fuck the little slut," from
Doug whose hands were now gripping her tits.  Priscilla kept up a continual
wail of "Nah...nah...nah" in time with Ben's energetic thrusting.  Doug
released her when he saw that Ben had Priscilla gripped firmly by the ass
cheeks and she was deeply impaled on his cock.  Doug reached into his
pocket and busied himself behind the young woman.  He pushed something into
her ass and stood back, grinning, as Ben shot his load into his weeping
victim.

   Ben backed off Priscilla then spun her around.  He lifted her skirt to
show her completely smooth, newly penetrated, cunt dribbling cum.  "Anyone
else care for a tight but well lubricated bit of pussy before dinner?" he
said.

   Al growled lustfully.  He let go of Sophie and took a step towards the
teenager when the sound of a bell announced dinner was ready.  Priscilla
was released.  She collapsed, weeping, into one of the heavily upholstered
chairs and tried futilely to remove the black rubber cylinder Doug had
thrust up her ass.  He slapped her hand away.

   "Leave it alone, bitch.  That's a Doug sized ass-plug.  Should feel
familiar.  If any of us find you not wearing it you will be punished. 
Right, guys?"

   There was a chorus of assent.

   "Okay," said Charlie.  "Doug, you go get the trolley.  Take the little
whore with you.  Looks like she needs a breath of fresh air."

   Doug grabbed Priscilla's wrist and dragged her after him.  She had
trouble walking and nearly fell which earned her a slap.  Her dress was
torn and her breasts were exposed.  Her thighs below the hem of her dress
glistened with evidence of Ben's latest ejaculation.

   Al turned to Sophie.  "You two are going to provide the after-dinner
entertainment Mrs McNeville.  Your daughter won't last long.  I expect you
to keep your promise to give us what we want, `with pleasure'.

   Sophie was about to protest that the offer had been conditional on her
daughter being spared, but she guessed it would be a waste of breath.  ***
Trevor was no cook--he was an embezzler, a chartered accountant and a
banker-- but had done his best to follow Charlie's instructions.  He rang
the bell a few minutes before the steaks were cooked and waited for one of
his women to collect the trolley.  When Priscilla tottered into the kitchen
he was dumfounded.  As she tried to cover her breasts with the tattered
remnants of the bodice of her dress she cried out to him for help.  Help he
could not give.

   "They've raped me, Trevor.  Again and again,"she gabbled.  "They won't
stop and she's helping them.  She..."

   "That's enough, bitch," said Doug cheerfully.  "Your step daddy ain't
allowed to chat with you, but show him your tush then roll that trolley
along the path."

   With a stifled sob Priscilla did as she was told.  Trevor was shocked to
see Priscilla's tight little asshole distended by a black rubber plug.  She
adjusted her dress and wheeled the food-trolley away.  Doug turned to
Trevor and said.  "Since we got here I've fucked that kid of yours twice.
The first time she wrapped those sweet soft lips around my cock and milked
it like a suckling babe then later I reamed her near virgin ass.  See that
plug up her ass?  I put it there so she's ready for me next time.  She's a
natural born piece of fuck-meat.  But you probably know that, you wicked
old goat."

   "Damn you for a filthy rapist, I've never touched her that way," Trevor
hissed.

   Doug ignored him."Maybe it's because you're gay?  A little girly-boy? 
You want to suck my cock, get a taste of prissy Priscilla's ass?"

   "You're disgusting."

   "Yeah.  Perhaps I'll come back later after I've fucked your wife and
fuck you too.  The whole fucking family in one night.  That'd be something,
eh?" He turned and followed the fast disappearing Priscilla.

   Trevor was greatly upset at what he had heard and witnessed.  He guessed
that Doug must be drunk or drugged.  In fact Doug was both, having washed
down his blue pills and his white pills with too much scotch.  Trevor
agonized about his helplessness but could see no solution to the problem.
He fought back tears of frustration as he fed himself on portions of the
steaks he had recently learned to cook.

   *** The women were allowed to eat in relative peace after they had acted
as waitresses serving food from the trolley and drink from a hugely stocked
sideboard.  Priscilla had no appetite and was not talking to her mother. 
Her sulkiness seemed to amuse Al.  He put his arm around Sophie as she
finished her meal and said softly in her ear, "How sharper than a serpent's
tooth it is to have a thankless child, Mrs McNeville.  No doubt she will
learn to appreciate you before we've finished here."

   Sophie looked at the big man.  "Shakespeare and rape `Al'?  That's a
funny combination."

   He shrugged.  "You don't know your Bard if you think so.  But now it's
time you got fucked again.  Take off that expensive dress, Mrs McNeville."

   Sophie looked up to see the other men grinning at her and Al.

   "Now," he said, his voice rising.  "Get out of that fucking dress before
I rip it off your fucking back ."

   She was slow to respond and heard the expensive fabric tear as Al ripped
the dress from neck to hem before tossing her onto the dining table.

   "Nice, but a bit up market for Snake Island," he said as the ruin of her
little black dress slid to the floor.  Al unzipped his fly.  Pushing the
fabric of her thin cotton pants to one side he slid his huge erection into
her surprisingly juicy cunt.

   Al's action initiated a night of sexual excess.  The four men, certain
that their plan to abduct the McNeville family had succeeded without a
suspicion of foul play, were ready to party.  Fueled by drink, and in Ben's
and Doug's cases, drugs, they competed with each other to penetrate and
humiliate Sophie and her daughter.  At one time Sophie had both Ben and
Charlie forcing their cocks into her mouth at the same time while Al reamed
her ass and Doug tried to make it a four-in-one fuck by filling her pussy.
When he didn't quite succeed Doug took his disappointment out on Priscilla.

   It seemed to Priscilla that there was no indignity she or her mother did
not endure that first evening.  Sophie took little comfort in Al's
assurance that, "The first night is always a bit of a frantic fuck fest. 
Tomorrow we calm down a bit.  So endure, Mrs McNeville, as long as you are
able."

   He then pulled a struggling Priscilla towards him, bent her over the
back of one of the over-stuffed leather arm chairs, removed her butt plug
and said to her apprehensive mother, "Suck my balls, Mrs McNeville while I
sodomize your daughter."