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 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
stepdaughter 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.