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 Rape's Progress part 12 by Ozmanga Hope joined her little sister, Charity,
about a week after her sibling had become my live-in sex-slave.  Hope was
in a bad way.  She had been interrogated for several days by Zac and his
henchman Cyril.  These two were determined that Amazon Pot Com - an
all-women marijuana-growing and marketing company recently formed by Hope -
would not threaten their local monopoly.  To reinforce their claim to the
monopoly of illicit cultivation of Indian hemp in the nearby National
Forest Zac and Cyril were terrorizing the members of Amazon Pot Com.  They
had the (mistaken) idea that I was some sort of teen-age Bluebeard willing
and able to dispose of bodies.  Which is why, when they had finished with
Hope, they gave me a call on my cell phone.  I collected her from Zac from
the water-taxi jetty late at night and brought her home in my aluminum
run-about.  Hope was surprised, and pleased, to find her sister alive and
well.  She wasn't so delighted when she learned that Charity was now my
full-time sex-toy and had recently discovered a taste for submissive sex.
The only thing which excited the younger woman's libido more than a
spanking was to watch me screw the reluctant Hope.  So I was kept busy
until I could persuade my sister-in-law to export them to foreign parts.  A
typical session would start with me ordering the sisters to strip.  It was
always possible to find some fault with Charity's performance of this
simple task.  For example, she could be too slow - or too fast - slipping
out of her panties.  This would earn the younger woman a thrashing with the
implement of my choice.  She would be bent over touching her toes and held
fast by her equally naked sister while I administered the punishment.  As
her bare buttocks took on a rosy glow her breathing would quicken and her
nipples would swell like pink buds.  I would reach between her legs and
affect surprise that her smooth little pussy was as juicy as a peeled
peach. 'Charity!' I would say, 'I think you're ready to be fucked.  Is that
what you want?' 'Oh, Yes!  Sebastian!  Please!' She would gush, squirming
with anticipation.  'But what about Hope?' I would say, stroking the older
sister's genitals, 'She doesn't seem too keen!' Nor was she.  After a week
in the woods with Zac and Cyril, Hope needed a break from sex.  She didn't
get one.  'On your back!  Spread 'em!' I'd snarl and rip into her as though
I'd been celibate since birth.  Hope would try to fake some sort of
pleasure.  If she didn't she knew I'd beat her for ingratitude.  But she
didn't fool anyone.  Charity would watch this charade with growing
eagerness, masturbating if I permitted her to do so.  A room, cut into the
rock, at the rear of the boathouse below my apartment made a cool, dry,
secure cell where the sisters languished between bedroom and other domestic
duties.  I kept their heads and pubes shaven at first but when I did
contact Kim, with a proposal that she take the sisters off my hands, she
insisted that they be allowed to regain their 'crowning glory' before she
would even consider visiting me to inspect the merchandise.  So it was
about two weeks later that Kim visited my boathouse- studio to assess the
potential of Hope and Charity.  That very same night Zac invited me to join
him and Cyril in '...  a little bit of rough stuff to persuade an investor
in Amazon Pot Com that she should have no more to do with the company.  And
should forget the two stupid bitches who started it and who had since
disappeared ...!' I had to say 'No thanks!' To Zac's invitation in order to
play the gracious host to my powerful sister-in-law.  By then I was anxious
to get Hope and Charity off my hands.  It's all very well to fantasize
about keeping a couple of nubile sisters chained and ready to satisfy most
sexual demands but the reality is a bit different.  A lot of time is taken
up administering the needs of sex-slaves.  Time which could be spent
profitably doing something else.  They have to be fed and watered, kept
clean and well-groomed and maintained in a secure environment.  The
possibility of one getting away means constant supervision by the 'owner'.
In my case this meant my studies in Accountancy and Navigation, which my
brother insisted I complete, were neglected while I looked after the two
shorn red-heads.  Sex-slaves also have to be regularly beaten and fucked.
Once this becomes a chore, rather than an unalloyed pleasure, they may as
well be gone.  So I made every effort to show the girls in the best
possible light for Kim's visit.  I dressed the sisters as French maids -
high-heeled pumps, black stockings, frilly knickers, aprons and mobcaps -
and had them serve dinner to Kim and me.  Kim said she enjoyed the food -
which I cooked - and took the opportunity to intimately examine the maids.
Charity was shocked at first when Kim caressed her shaven quim but was soon
reduced to quivering acceptance of the older woman's advances.  She spilled
only a few drops of wine as Kim gently fingered her to orgasm.  She
responded positively to Kim's suggestion that she should play the
submissive role in a duet with Hope, who was to wear a large double-headed
dildo which Kim had brought to the party.  Hope had misgivings about her
part in the proposed after-dinner entertainment.  Despite being beaten with
a leather tawse (bought specially for the occasion), she refused to strap
on the implement and impale her younger sister on the large rubber-dickie.
'Never mind, Sebastian,' said Kim, not at all put out by Hope's negative
attitude.  'I'll soon have her co-operating in full.  Hope and Charity will
make a very attractive package for one of my Thai clients who is always on
the lookout for attractive new acts for her exclusive night club.  She will
appreciate a pair of well-built red-headed sisters.  So will her horny
clients!' I helped her load the pair into the motor launch Kim had used to
reach my boathouse and waved them goodbye from the jetty.  Then I retired
to my empty bed for the first uninterrupted night's sleep I had enjoyed in
several weeks.  Zac and Cyril videotaped their 'bit of rough stuff'.  So I
know more or less what happened the night I spent entertaining Kim and
persuading her to accept Hope and Charity for training and sale to an Asian
entertainment group.  Viewing the tape made me realize that Zac and Cyril
were more ruthless than I had thought ...  and a whole lot dumber.  I guess
they gained access to the penthouse apartment of one of the names on their
list of Amazon Pot Com's subscribers.  I recognized the woman a
thirty-something socialite who was frequently in the news.  Once inside her
dwelling, they gagged her elderly companion - it's not clear from the tape
what his relationship was with the well-stacked woman - and tied him to an
upright pole which formed part of the bar.  Then they set up the video
camera to record their villainy and got to work.  This was no crime of
passion.  Zac and Cyril went about their act of terrorism with precision.
First they made the woman strip.  Zac found some music, and pointed the
camera.  At some time she must have been a professional dancer, because she
gave a very polished, sexy, performance.  When she was down to her panties
and stockings, Cyril stopped the music and pointed to the man.  'Lookit the
dirty old bastard!' He yelled.  'He's gettin' a hard on just thinkin' about
what we're gonna do to his chick!' They ripped off the old boy's shirt, tie
and underpants, leaving his genitals exposed.  Cyril pretended to be
shocked at the geriatric's erection - which soon faded when Zac produced a
blade and proposed to geld the old gent.  The suggestion that her elderly
companion was about to be de-nackered provoked a storm of protest from the
younger woman.  Zac was persuaded not to convert the old boy's balls into
highballs, via the blender on the bar.  His mercy was conditional on the
shapely subscriber to Amazon Pot Com vowing to forget her investment and
renouncing any future interest in growing Indian hemp.  She agreed. 
'Furthermore', said Zac, 'Tonight you can play the whore for me and my
little pal, Cyril.' She hesitated.  Zac smacked her on the side of the head
and before she recovered her wits he draped her over a bar stool.  He
ripped her panties off, then parted the cheeks of her buttocks with his
rough farmer's hands and began to force his cock up her fundament.  It is
clear from the tape that being fucked up the arse was a new experience for
the woman.  She squirmed and writhed in a vain attempt to escape Zac's
forceful presence but to no avail.  Using his blunt fingers to stretch her
sphincter Zac got the head of his cock inside her and forced the rest of
his erection, inch by swollen inch, into the unplumbed passage.  He was
just getting into a steady rhythm - matching his thrusts to her screams -
when the tape ran out.  The second tape - there were only two - was made
later in the evening and shows that both Zac and Cyril had stripped for
action.  Their socialite hostess looks very much the worse for wear and, as
the tape opens she is seen kneeling tiredly between the two thugs.  They
have apparently taken something to enhance their erections.  Zac's voice
can be heard saying, 'Right, you snooty little slut, you're gonna put my
cock in your mouth again, but this time, when I come, Bitch, you're gonna
swallow every drop!  Do you understand?' She sobbed and nodded wearily. 
Cyril shouted at her, making her jump, 'He asked if you understand!  You
answer nice, like I showed you, or I'll beat the shit outta you again!'
'Yes!  Yes, master!  I understand!' She quavered and slid Zac's dripping
erection into her trembling mouth.  Zac stroked the woman's hair as he fed
her ten inches of pork-sword.  He slid in and out with a steady rhythm. 
She choked very seldom.  Behind the group the elderly gentleman still
stood, gagged, bound and half naked, a witness to the punishment being
meted out to the woman, whose offence was to invest in the wrong
pot-growing consortium.  'Don't worry, Gramps, the little lady can see to
you too when we've done with her!' joked Cyril.  'Or, If not, we'll cut out
her pussy and you can take it home!  Hah Hah!  Take-away nookie from
Macunt!' The woman began to cry and Zac speeded up his thrusts into her
mouth.  Her lips and tongue were working furiously and it was clear that
Zac was about to come, explosively, in her mouth.  When he did, he grabbed
her hair and held her on his pulsating member.  She swallowed gamely but
was unable to prevent a trickle of viscous white semen escaping from her
lips.  It trickled down her chin then fell onto her bruised left breast. 
Cyril slapped her - hard.  'You must be fucking deaf!' He yelled.  'He said
"swallow every fucking drop" not dribble it all over your titties!' He hit
her again.  'Lick it off!' He ordered and sniggered as she lifted her
bosom, lowered her head and extended a long, pink, tongue to remove the
offending dollop of cum.  Cyril made her peel his foreskin back to expose
his purple knob before inserting his massive cock between her swollen lips.
He took his time fucking her face.  I used the fast forward button to see
whether the old boy did get it in the end, but the tape ran out before
Cyril climaxed.  At eleven the next morning, I was woken up by the Turk -
Kim's live-in thug and bodyguard - hammering on the boat-shed door.  'Get
your arse down here, Sebastian!' he warbled.  'This time you're in real
trouble!' He said no more but whistled cheerfully as he motored us down the
harbor to the ramshackle warehouse which serves as cover for my brother's
business activities.  Once inside we took the secure elevator to the
'cell-block' and 'dungeon'.  Here I was confronted by Kim, Hope and
Charity, and a grey suited gent I recognized as the accountant and contact
for the Organization.  It was clear that Kim, in a leather harness and
carrying a whip, had started the sisters' training.  Hope was naked but for
wrist and ankle cuffs, sweat streaked and very angry.  Charity, wearing a
red-leather harness and carrying an enormous dildo, was looking sated and
sheepish.  'Sebastian,' said Kim sternly, 'Listen carefully.  It has been
brought to my attention that these two young ladies are the principals of a
new trading company - Amazon Pot Com - which has paid the Organization for
protection.  Unlike the two thugs with whom you were recently associated.
I'm sure you didn't know this?' I nodded.  'I had no idea ...' I began but
Kim cut in.  'You may have helped to abduct the young ladies but you also
preserved their lives,' she said.  Hope screeched, 'Only so the little
bastard could fuck us stupid for a fortnight before selling us to a Thai
brothel ...' 'Last night,' Kim continued, ignoring Hope's rude
interruption, 'Your erstwhile associates struck again.  They raped and beat
one of the company's major investors.  They also assaulted her protector,
who is a high executive in the Organization.  As a result they have been
condemned to die.  So, Sebastian, have you!' I swallowed.  'Er, you know
where I was last night,' I began.  'Yes,' said the Accountant, 'Otherwise
the contracts would already have been let on all three of you.  Because of
your earlier excellent work on the Organization's behalf, it has been
decided to give you the benefit of the doubt.  You have the opportunity to
earn a reprieve.' 'Thank you,' I said, as coolly as I could, 'What must I
do?' 'Before the week is out,' said the grey-suited little man, 'You must
eliminate both Zacharias Smith and Cyril Longbottom.  We don't care how you
do it, but we would prefer you to employ the revolver on the table.  It has
already been used, on behalf of the Organization, in an execution, and its
discovery after the event would send a clear message.' The revolver was a
Saturday Night Special - a rough copy of a Smith and Wesson .38 revolver. I
picked it up.  Five chambers were loaded.  It was heavy and unbalanced but
it would be lethal at close range.  What could I do but say, 'Thank you!'?
I had no wish to become an assassin but at least I had a week to think
about how to get out of the mess Zac and Cyril had landed me in.  A plan
was half formed in my mind as Turk escorted me back to the boat-house.  He
was full of sympathy.  'Pity you won't be around much longer, Kid,' he
chuckled.  'Serves you right for bein' such a clever little bugger!' There
was a message on my answering machine from Zac.  In two days time he was
planning to pay a visit to Faith - the mother of Hope and Charity who
taught piano in the suburbs.  There would be some work for me afterwards,
he said.  Faith taught piano in a studio above a music shop which closed
promptly at six each evening.  I discovered that she took a few pupils
after this time.  They were able to get in via a stairway and a private
door which Faith usually left open.  That Thursday was no exception.  Zac
and Cyril were able to gain entry to Faith's premises with no trouble,
following hard on the heels of an attractive young woman - presumably one
of Faith's pupils.  I watched them from the car hired that day under an
assumed name.  They were wearing masks which suggested that they expected
the crime they were about to commit would be reported.  On past form they
would take a couple of hours to complete their self-imposed task.  My plan
was very simple.  I had contacted Judith, star of my
perhaps-never--to-be-released video, 'Lesbian Cop', and told her to be in
the vicinity of the music shop at seven o'clock.  I intended to call her on
my cell-phone and alert her to the dirty deeds afoot in Faith's studio. 
She would then catch Zac and his buddy in flagrante delicto, arrest them
and have them locked up.  The Organization could not expect me to do
anything to them while they were in custody.  I would be off the hook and
my hands free of Zac's and Cyril's blood.  I hoped.  Judith, who didn't
think very highly of me, was immediately suspicious when I told her what to
do.  She thought it was another move by that 'evil cunning little sod',
Sebastian, to whip off her lover's knickers.  I promised Judith that, if
she did as I said, Joy's knickers would be forever hers alone to remove.  A
police presence in the vicinity was thereby assured.  Plan B was to use the
Saturday Night Special.  It had been wiped of prints.  I had fired two
rounds for practice.  If necessary, I could hit a man-sized target with it
at about ten paces.  I was wearing leather gloves.  In later testimony
Faith said that the two muggers had burst into the studio while she was
discussing examination schedules with Priscilla, her star pupil, and
demanded that they both take off their clothes.  Faith, who is a well-built
woman of about forty-five, took a swing at 'the blonde one in the beanie',
missed, and was knocked to the floor.  He kicked her a couple of times and
- in order to save herself from broken ribs or worse - she had struggled to
her feet and tried to bargain with the pair of hoodlums.  'I told them that
I kept very little money on the premises,' she said, 'And offered to give
them every cent in the place.  But they weren't interested in the money at
all.  The blonde one said they'd come to to . . .  ' At this point the
judge said 'Just take your time, this must be very distressing for you I'm
sure, but if you can remember what was said and done that night it would
help this court greatly.' 'I'm sorry, Sir,' she continued, her words now
coming in a rush.  'He said they'd come to fuck me until I dropped.  The
same way they'd fucked my daughters before doing away with them.  Which is
a lie.  My girls are in court today - fit and well!  But I didn't know that
at the time.  I started to undress but he said I was too slow and he beat
me - slapping my face and breasts.  The dark one - 'Squirrel' he called
himself - started to undress Priscilla.  I begged them to leave her alone.
I offered to do whatever they wanted if they would but they just laughed
and carried on!' While Faith was putting herself forward as a substitute
victim and martyr, Cyril rigged up the video camera.  Her voice can be
heard on the tape begging Zac and his little buddy to, 'spare the girl -
take me instead!'

   They didn't consider the offer.  'Shut the fuck up!' snarled Zac,
fetching Faith a stinging backhander, which sent her sprawling.  And to
ensure her prattle stopped he produced a ring-gag from his pocket and
roughly stuffed it in her mouth.  He fastened the straps tightly behind her
head then hauled her upright and slammed the music mistress into the studio
wall.  Cyril's prick was out and drooling.  His erection was growing in
anticipation of Priscilla's pristine parts.  He had removed her panties
and, now on camera, he ripped her blouse to show her well developed bust.
Cyril slid her skirt down her slim legs and inserted a finger into her
girlish quim.  She squealed and pleaded with the rapist to stop.  'I'm a
virgin!' She wailed, 'Please, I beg you, don't do this!' Cyril, hamming
wildly for the tape, expressed shock that he had been about to ravish a
virgin.  'Jeez!' he cried, 'A fuckin' virgin!  Zac, would ya' credit it'
And to Priscilla,' You sure you've never had a stiffy up your cunt?'
Priscilla assured him that this was the case.  'How about your ass?' The
girl looked blank.  She started to shake her head but Cyril spun her round
and grabbed a buttock in each fist.  Priscilla screamed as Cyril's two
thumbs found her anus, dug in and pulled apart.  The orifice created was
just big enough to allow Cyril to drive in the head of his dick - but no
more.  'Nah,' grunted Cyril, 'Too fuckin' tight.  I'll hafta pop ya
cherry!' And so saying he bent the girl forward, withdrew from her anus,
and with one fierce push, speared her pussy from behind - impaling the
teenager on his mighty erection.  Faith can be seen on the tape watching
Cyril's antics with a mixture of fear and what can only be described as
lust.  As Priscilla's labia stretched to accommodate Cyril's thick hard-on
the girl begged and screamed for him to stop.  Faith's nipples swelled and
peaked.  Zac noticed what was going on in Faith's mind and exploited it. 
He dragged her panties down and exposed a plump-lipped vagina which he
promptly licked.  'You randy old bitch!' he laughed cruelly, 'You're
sopping wet!  You fancied the little cunt yourself, I'll bet!  Don't worry,
before the evening's out you can fist her till she bleeds!' The video was
shot about an hour before I slipped the revolver into my pocket and made my
way up the stairs to the door of Faith's studio.  The boys were still
having fun.  Risking a peek around the door - which the two men had
carelessly left open - I saw Zac and Cyril had stripped to bare essentials.
Their victims too were nearly naked.  Priscilla's long white socks and
patent leather shoes made her look younger than her nineteen years.  They
flailed over Cyril's back as he drove his dick into her tight vagina and
hauled on her breasts to give himself more purchase.  She had stopped
screaming and was accompanying each of Cyril's grunts with a muted prayer
which sounded like 'Oh God!  No!  Uh!' Zac was in the process of treating
Faith to a taste of Sodom.  He had smeared her pink puckered sphincter with
the seminal fluids which dripped from her ravaged cunt and was trying to
insert the head of his penis into her tightly clenched ring.  Despite the
ring-gag she was making a low wailing noise which sounded like 'Ngahhh!'
Zac was taking his time, enjoying Faith's helplessness and taunting her
with an exaggerated account of what we had done to Hope and Charity.  He
squeezed his glans into Faith's anus and inch by solid inch he forced
himself inside the captive woman's rectum.  'You're tighter than Charity,'
he mused.  'She was an anal virgin too.  Pity she's not here.  She liked to
watch when I fucked her older sister.  She would really get her rocks off
watching her Mom get it up the arse!' Faith's smothered scream grew louder
as Zac seized the top of her girdle and dragged her further onto his
erection.' Nearly there,' grunted Zac.  'When my balls are banging on your
cunt you've got the lot!  Unh!' I tiptoed away from the scene of the crime
and, once clear of the building, I used my cell-phone to contact Judith. 
'There's a multiple rape in progress in the studio above the music store.
Do your duty, Officer, arrest them!' I said once she had answered the
phone. There was a pause before Judith answered, 'O.K., Wise-guy, what sort
of sick game are you playing now?' 'No game.  Two women are being raped. 
Now.  Here.  Where the hell are you?' 'I'm stuck in traffic two blocks from
where the alleged crime is taking place.  Who are you fucking, you
scumbag?' 'I'm not fucking anyone or anything.  How long is it going to
take you to get here?' ''Bout twenty minutes.  Ten if I use the siren.'
'Don't do that!' I gasped 'We don't want to scare them off!  Besides, the
women have nothing much more to lose.' 'You're all fucking soul, ain'tcha?'
She drawled and hung up.  Judith's 'twenty minutes' stretched to
thirty-five and I was starting to panic.  But Zac and Cyril were insatiable
even when, between bouts, their dicks were floppy they continued to torment
and sexually abuse the two women.  They found a slim vibrator in
Priscilla's pocket book and made her use it.  First on herself and then on
her music mistress.  By the time Faith was beginning to respond to
Priscilla's tender ministrations, Zac and Cyril were ready to go again. 
This time Zac slid his cock into Faith's face while Cyril decided that
Priscilla should continue her labor of love on Faith's twat while he reamed
the younger woman's arse.  They were well into the swing of things and
approaching a climax when Judith arrived at the doorway at the foot of the
stairs.  The Policewoman still thought I was playing a trick.  She sneered
skeptically when I met her at the foot of the stairs.  'So where's the
crime?' She asked.  'I don't hear any damsels in distress!' 'Up the stairs,
the door is open.  There are two of them.  You can't miss it!' As I spoke,
Priscilla gave a mighty yell and things began to happen quickly.  Judith
went up the stairs three at a time and burst through the door.  She stood
for a second, stunned by what she saw, then, with a speed that would have
made Annie Oakley look arthritic, whipped out her brand-new automatic and
fired twice.  'There's nothing like a 9mm parabellum for spoiling a party -
unless it's two,' I joked later.  Much later.  At the time I was stunned at
the catastrophic turn of events.  What had been planned as a neat way of
avoiding bloodshed had turned into a messy slaughter.  I was not as stunned
as Judith who just stood in the doorway, trembling with shock.  I quickly
checked both Zac and Cyril.  I was certain they were dead.  Their blood
mingled with the jism from their last ejaculation on the studio carpet and
both had exit wounds like moon craters.  Their victims had not yet realized
that their ordeal by rape was over, Priscilla had her eyes tight shut and
was repeating a mantra - 'No more . . .  Please . . .  no more . . . 
Please!'.  'I I . . .  Had to To . . .  ' began the Policewoman.  'Of
course you did!' I agreed.  'They were armed!' The blatant lie snapped
Judith out of what I guess was near hysteria.  'Armed?' She queried. 
'Sure!' I said, slipping the Saturday Night Special from my pocket and
slapping it on Zac's outstretched palm.  'See?' She nodded.  'You had to
shoot first!' She nodded again as I curled his forefinger around the
trigger to ensure a good print.  'I'll get an ambulance,' I said, quickly
gathering the video camera and recorded tapes.  'You look after the
victims. I'd start by taking that gag off the lady's mouth.  I think she's
choking.' With that advice I departed the scene.  An emergency call from a
public phone summoned police and ambulance but by then I was combing Zac's
old house for tapes which might implicate young Sebastian in their wicked
ways.  Which is why I have been able to recount their nasty behavior in
such graphic At the enquiry the judge acknowledged the assistance given by
the unknown passerby who had acted so promptly in calling for assistance.
Senior Policewoman Judith's courage in facing two armed men in the process
of committing a crime was given prominence in the press and she appeared on
television demonstrating her speed and accuracy with the new automatic. 
The Accountant, Kim's usual contact with the Organization, was pleased to
get the video tape which showed the humiliation of one of his board of
directors.  He assured Kim that I was now not only in the clear but was
thought to have 'potential' by senior management.  They were impressed by
the 'meticulous planning and subtlety of the execution', he said.  'A rare
talent in one so young!' - If only they knew!  Kim and my brother Conrad
were happy that their business was no longer regarded with suspicion by the
Organization and I was again granted access to the 'cell block'.  This was
more to keep me out of trouble than as a reward.  It didn't, of course, but
it made possible the abduction and rape of Miss Throsbie, the shapely
teacher of computer-assisted accounting, after whom I had lusted in vain
for some weeks.  But that's another story.  End Part12