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Trapped Souls Ch. 01

By: oldfart4fun



The rain briskly drizzled down on the windshield as Troy drove thru the desolate back roads of Kentucky. The engine purred softly as he used caution while driving toward the state line of Virginia on the old Black Mountain Road. The sounds of slow country songs peaked above the gentle buzzing of the motor, as his wife of just two years lightly slept with her long black hair draped across his lap. The wind blew with intense force as he twisted and turned down the rugged mountain pavement, trying not to stir his young wife.

They had pulled into a small café a few miles back for a large cup of black coffee for Troy. Returning home from a country Halloween party held by his high school buddy, where Troy and Sandra had a little too much to drink, one couldn't use enough caution.

As the rubber tires passed over a small bridge that was in need of some major repairs, the car bounced and jumped causing the wheel to turn from side to side. Sandra's head caught the steering wheel and woke her from her half sleep. Troy patted her tenderly on her head and then stroked the long black strands of hair from the side of her face.

"Shhh, sorry baby, I'll slow down a bit." He cooed as she closed her eyes and tried to return to her sleepy state.

Troy was a young man, just turning twenty-five two months back. He stood at six foot three inches, short blond hair with a barely visible, thin, blond goat tee. He played many sports in high school which showed in his muscular frame. He grew up a shy and peaceful young man that had a funny demure side that only snuck out occasionally.

Sandra was to be twenty-two in two weeks. She was a very petit lady with a well defined figure. She was barely five foot five inches tall with deep blue eyes. Her long straight jet black hair flowed effortlessly down her golden tanned back and her tight figure was to be wanted by every boy in school. Her High school days were split between cheerleading and pep rallies.

Troy was at the top of his life when he married the young daughter of a well respected food store chain. The company seemed to have the southwest of Virginia's towns monopolized.

As Troy peeked over to her from time to time, glancing at her fishnet stockings that tightly wrapped her long slender legs, he couldn't help thinking how lucky he was to have such a lovely wife. The black costume dress she wore was made to show plenty of skin as it rode up her thighs, allowing the thick tops of her netted leggings to show. He brushed the hem up to her waist and stroked the thin material covering her tush. Sandra let out a low moan as he rubbed her gently, sliding his fingers under the small garment and squeezing her cheeks.

"I thought you were going to let me sleep for a while." Her voice spoke softly as she returned the frisky petting, gently running her hand up his lower leg above his sock.

"I just couldn't help myself, you are so beautiful, and all the guys were in aw over you tonight." He said as he slipped his hand in the front of her black panties and caressed her lightly.

"Now that's not fair, you picked out this outfit, I told you it showed too much, but you insisted." Her hand pulled away from his leg and she sat up next to him.

"I know, I just enjoyed watching your reaction as they flirted with you," he let out a hint of laughter, "You kept looking at me as if you wanted, me, to except their proposals. That was too funny." He chuckled again.

"Well I'm so glade I could amuse you tonight, it won't happen again Mr. Troy, and you can count on that for sure!" She turned toward her window and peered out as if to try and ignore him. She was getting a little aggravated at the conversation as he teased her.

Troy had picked out the ensemble from a catalog ordering magazine. When Sandra first tried it on, she seemed very hesitant on wearing it in public. Her breast pushed against the thin material of her witch's dress, causing her nipples to strain outward as though they were trying to burst thru. She couldn't wear a bra, since the cut of the dress was very low and wide, also showing more cleavage than she had ever allowed. The bottom of the costume was cut in a jagged pattern, showing plenty of thigh and the tops of her fishnet stockings even when standing. Her black hair streamed downward and the white face paint made her look bewitched. Troy knew she definitely had the body to pull it all together, to look slutty and stunning at the same time. He loved it!

Troy's costume consisted of a black Dracula's cape, white dress shirt and black dress pants. He combed black make-up thru his light blond hair and goat tee and covered his face in white and grey make-up. He was a very well defined vampire, as seen thru the witch's eyes.

They passed thru the heavily wooded roads as the music filled the empty air. Troy glanced over toward his wife and admired her silently. Suddenly the wheels pulled to the right as the tires caught the sharp drop of the ragged pavement. Troy pulled to the left as he gripped the steering wheel with both hands. The front of the car jerked to the left and the back swung to the right. He quickly pulled back to the right but it was useless as the car creamed off the road into the ditch sideways. The rear passenger side caught a tree and spun the car clockwise as it headed straight into the thicket of woods and slammed into a tree head-on. Smoke and steam billowed from under the smashed hood as Troy came to. Sandra was passed out and curled in a ball partly on the floorboard.

"SANDRA!" he shouted as he took hold of her arm and pulled her onto the seat. "SANDRA! TALK TO ME!" He screeched. She had a small cut above her right eye that sent a smear of blood down the side of her face and over her cheek. "OH MY GOD! SANDRA! SAY SOMETHING!" He was panicking as her lifeless body floundered in his arms. "Wake up Sandra, please wake up. SANDRA!" he shouted again. A frail movement came as a low moan seeped from her lips. "SANDRA!" He cried out as she moved her arm and opened her eyes. "Say something baby, talk to me, what hurts?" he pulled her to him as she slowly came to life.

"Aw, Shit, what the hell happened, oh my head, hurts, where are we?" She said with a raspy voice as she sat up and noticed the smoke pouring from the hood. "Holy Shit, what the hell ... we gotta get out of here!" Her eyes now wide open as she realized the danger that surrounded them.

Troy pushed open his door as he pulled Sandra with both arms. His cape caught in the seat. He tugged and pulled but it was well fixed within the heavily bent seat. He let loose of his wife and unhooked the clasp around his neck to free himself from the capes grasp. He again took hold of his wife, pulling her from the smoking Buick, picking her up as he carried her to a safe distance. He placed her on the rain soaked grass several yards away from the smoking automobile. As the rain sprinkled down on them, Troy wiped the stream of blood from her face as her white make-up streaked into her black hair.

"Are you alright, do you hurt anywhere?" He asked with an alarmed tone.

"I think I'm fine, just my head, it hurts right there," she said as she placed her finger on the small cut on her forehead. The bleeding had stopped but Troy still felt badly that he allowed this to happen.

"I'm so sorry baby, I don't know what happened. The car just took off ... it just turned right, I tried to .... I really tried ...." He didn't know what to say.

Sandra interrupted him, she knew quit well that he didn't crash them on purpose. "Where are we, do you know? Is there a gas station close, we are getting soaked."

"Not back that way," he said as he pointed in the direction they had come. "We haven't passed a station since the one we stopped at for coffee, maybe there's one up ahead, think you can walk?" He wiped the rain from her face as the last of her make-up disappeared.

"Yeah, help me up." She directed as she placed her arm around his neck and gripped his hand.

Sandra held on to her husband tightly as he helped her to her feet. As she stood, slightly swaying side to side, she felt comfort in knowing she wasn't hurt badly. They both glared at the smoking car as they hobbled past it, both dazed and bewildered from the horrific crash they just survived.

The rain intensified as they walked, not a single car passed them for thirty minuets or more as they stumbled thru the dark not knowing where they were or where they were going.

Troy heard scuffling sounds as small animals rummaged thru the small thickets surrounding the woods. Then a loud thump; and the sound of large hoofs pounding the ground as something more massive ran along the tree line. Troy stopped and clenched his wife tightly as she spooked into his arms.

Hoots from owls breached the air as a loud growl came from the edge of the thickets. Then silence, as the rain fell on the trees and pavement, not a sound came from the woods as Troy tensed his entire body and braced them for what came next. He shivered as he felt his wife's trembling body in his arms. He took a step forward as he coaxed Sandra to follow him; slowly they crept down the street away from the bore or wolf he imagined in his head.

They walked in total silence as they both hoped for a kind citizen to pull up and ask if they could help, like they've seen in so many movies. The growling sounded again, this time much closer. Troy tucked his wife behind him as he faced to odd sounds. Hooves trampled the ground as the beast scattered left to right. The small branches of the thickets moved, as the thin wooden twigs snapped when they broke. Troy's eyes widened as he tried to gather more light to peer into the darkness. Suddenly two bright lights appeared from around the bend, lighting up the walls of the tall forest, and then the entire roadway and as they crouched frightfully in the middle of the wet pavement.

Troy thru his arms in the air and waved them back and forth. "HELP US! HELP US!" He shouted loudly and clearly as the vehicle came to a hard breaking stop in the middle of the road.

It was a large Winnebago, thirty six feet in length and only a year old. It had large, wide brown and grey strips starting in the front as they swirled up and down and tapered off at the back of the luxurious bus. Troy saw two men in the front seats as they both stood and walked toward the back of the camper. He took Sandra by the hand and ushered her to the left side of the camper as the side door flew open and a large man walked out. "What the hell are you two doing out here? Are you OK?" he stammered as they met.

"We had a bad accident several miles back that way, but we are fine, I guess." Troy spoke as he stuck his hand out hoping the gentleman was friendly.

"Well it's a good damn thing we came along this-a-way instead of the highway, you two would be stuck out here all night." He spoke roughly as he took Troy's hand and gave it a firm grip, shaking it up and down a few times. "You two are a mess, come in and get dried off for gods sake, we'll talk inside."

Troy entered the well lit bus as he held on to Sandra's hand as she followed. The inside of the camper was plush with hard wood furnishings and wall to wall carpet. The décor was bright with brass and teak wood, lit up with expensive wall and ceiling lights. The couch in front of him was incased with brown tucked leather and shinny brass rivets. To the left of the couch, two men sat at a wooden corner kitchen table with brass accents with a deck of playing cards scattered around the surface. The left side of the bus displayed a kitchen with stainless steel appliances and dark grey granite counter tops. To the rear was a narrow hall that showed a couple closets and a closed door to the bathroom. At the end of the hall was an open door with a king size bed that was surrounded by brass fixtures and teak wood dressers. The front of the cabin had several gages and lights for navigating the huge bus. The forth guy was seated in the passenger seat and was turned toward the rain drenched couple as they appeared up the steps.

The girl was of the most interest as she shyly looked around at the impressive interior. They gawked at the tattered dress that clung to her tiny body from the saturating rain. Her dress left little for the imagination as her breast lunged out between the thin materials and her nipples were clearly visible. As Sandra pulled her hair back into a pony tail, as water squeezed out and on the floor, the men were fixated with her firm breast as if she wasn't wearing any clothing at all. Sandra caught their stares as she quickly folded her arms in front of her to conceal her from their view. The couple entered the kitchen area as the large man that greeted them closed the door.

"You'll find towels in that closet if you want to go to the bedroom and dry off some; we'll get going when you're through. Troy took his wife past the men at the table as he took two towels from the closet and directed his wife to the back. When the door was closed, Troy heard the men chuckle as they spoke softly while the young couple dried their hair and clothes as well as possible. Troy couldn't make out the words but figured he knew exactly what they were saying.

"I don't think this is a good idea Troy." Sandra whispered softly as she dabbed the towel over her dress, "Did you see their faces; I don't think they even noticed you."

"Right now, it's better than being out there. I think we were about to get eaten alive." He whispered back as he tried to make light of the situation. "Let's just be cool and let them take us to the next town, we can call your dad from there."

The sun slowly plunged into the ocean as the clouds darkened and night took over day. Tom pulled the long Winnebago into the Charleston port at seven O'clock sharp. Parking the new camper along side a large container marked with a large vinyl sign "INSPECTED BY CUSTOMS". Three men from Columbia stood near the locked doors as he pulled along side. "Senior Tom, you are a prompt man, looks like you paid off the right gringos' amigo." One of the guardsmen said as he laughed out loud. "You are very impressive, we had another smooth transaction, and it's a good thing for you Senior." Another hearty roar came from the heavy set man. "Let's get these guns loaded up before your luck runs out."

Tom climbed out of the side door of the bus as three men followed. They unloaded the crates from the metal container and carried them into the camper. Stacking the wooden boxes inside a passageway built under the couch and king size bed in the rear of the well designed hauler.

Tom was a big man, six foot seven and three hundred twenty pounds. At the age of forty-five, he carries his weight as well as any man his size, maybe even better. His full face beard has a touch of grey at the chin, as does his crew cut hair. His face has a gentle look to it with ageing lines crowed at the corners of his eyes. His voice is deep and strong as he speaks, never saying anything unintentional.

His brother Carl is his right hand man, standing at the same height but much thinner, only at two hundred seventy pounds, but always holding his own when it comes to handling the workers. He is ten years younger and in much better shape, moving with swift and accurate steps. He has long brown hair that is always pulled back neatly to a pony tail with a N.Y. Yankee's ball cap covering his high forehead.

The two workers are just that, hired help that Tom trusts only as long as he holds the gun. Juan is from Mexico, he came to the states looking for a better way to support his family but only found Tom. Now working as a gun smuggler and part time thief, he makes his living off the black market of a country that doesn't even know he exists. He just turned thirty nine and seems to be aging much faster then he should. He pretty much keeps to himself and only speaks when he feels it's necessary.

Bruce is a younger man at thirty three, he has short thinning black hair and keeps his soldier style high and tight hair cut. Discharged from the marines for inappropriate conduct with the Sergeants wife doesn't seem to bother him, boasting about it as often as he seems possible.

Tom pulled the heavily loaded camper out of the port and onto Long Point Road. Carl was in the passenger seat as he pulled out a large map and studied it closely, jotting down roads and freeways to their destination. "I think we can take the interstates into the Blue Ridge Mountains and take the mountain roads into Kentucky, it looks safer to me." He said as he handed the long list to his brother.

"That's why you're here little brother; you just tell me where to turn." Tom handed the list back to his brother and smiled.

Juan and Bruce sat at the table in the back and played cribbage as the two men in the front decided the proper course to take from here. They just wanted to get out of South Carolina with their skin; and a very large paycheck.

As they drove past the North and South Carolina boarder and headed for Hickory, the rain started, slowly at first, then heavier as they approached the Blue Ridge Mountains. Tom was in his domain, driving a big rig most of his life, this part came easy. They trenched thru the mountains and headed into Virginia, making one last stop in Spring City before heading into Kentucky.

They were entering Kentucky and climbing one of the foot hills as Tom pulled the long camper up the steep climb. They trucked from small town to small town as Tom worked the gears on the heavy hauler. Suddenly a man and woman stood out in the front of the Winnebago as the man waved franticly. Tom had to break suddenly to keep from running the man over. "What the fuck is this?" He said as he followed his brother in the back of the camper. "You guys stay here! Carl, get back in the front, I'll find out what the hell they want." Tom said as he stood at the lower step at the side door.

Bruce and Juan continued playing cards as Carl climbed back in his seat. When the couple climbed in the side door, the men immediately noticed the young lady, scantly dress in a costume and soaked from the rain. Her dress was so thin; they could make out the fine detail of her nipples. The dress stuck tightly to her body as the outline of her panties rippled thru the material. Tom walked in past them and asked them to get dried off as he watched the young ladies ass as they walked to the back. Bruce knew something was about to happen, something fun. The young couple was going to be with them for quit some time, Bruce was sure of it.

As the couple went to the bedroom and shut the door, Bruce smiled at Juan, "You see those tits," he whispered, "Heaven in a dress if you ask me."

"Damn right, you ant shittin there amigo, she's one fine Amiga! Those stockings gave me a bonner!" he said as he snickered.

Tom stood at the table and placed his palms down in front of the two workers. "Don't fucking do anything, this is what I call a gift, you guys be cool and play it straight." He whispered as low as he could. "We're just four guys going camping in the Kentucky hills, nothing more, stick to that and we'll take care of the rest." He looked at Juan, "Me entiende?"

"Yes Tom, I understand you." Juan nodded as he started to deal out six cards to Bruce and himself.

Tom pulled a can of Coke from the refrigerator and popped the top. He took a small bottle of pills and opened six small capsules in the can and placed it in the refrigerator door and closed it. He turned and walked to the front and took his seat at the wheel, put the camper in drive and parked the coach to the side of the road. He flipped a switch and the flash of the lights flicked on the wet grass and pavement.

Troy came out of the bedroom first, "Thank you for stopping, I thought we'd never see another car this late." He rubbed a towel on his head trying to dry his hair a bit more. "My name is Troy, by the way, and that is my wife Sandra," Troy said as he pointed down the hall to the bedroom.


Trapped Souls Ch. 01



"You two sure are lucky, Tom damn near run you over." Carl spoke as he twisted around in his chair. "I'm Carl and this is my Brother Tom. That is Bruce and Juan."

Sandra walked out of the bedroom door, Troy noticed her nipples were still hard and almost visible thru her dress but didn't say anything, afraid it might fluster his wife. She took a seat next to her husband, folding her arms in front of her chest, as he talked with Tom. "Can you drop us at the next town if they have a phone?"

"Sure, not a problem, you two should get some rest, are you thirsty?" Tom looked at Troy and Sandra.

"I could sure use a drink if you don't mind." Troy said as he looked at his wife.

"That sounds good, I'm still cold too; do you have a blanket?" She asked as she pulled the towel around her shoulders and shivered.

Tom motioned for Carl to help out the couple as he gave a quick wink. Carl climbed out of his seat and pulled a bottle of rum from a cabinet and pored two glasses with a mix of Coke. He handed the couple the drinks and smiled. He pulled a blanket from one of the upper compartments and placed it on Sandra's lap, as the two sipped their weak tainted drinks.

Tom flipped off the hazard lights and pulled the shifter in drive as he pulled the heavy camper back on the narrow mountain road. The rain danced across the massive windshield as water spat with each stroke of the wipers, as the hauler gained speed. 

Troy and Sandra swigged down there drinks as the other three men watched for signs of drowsiness. When the glasses were emptied and set aside, the couple embraced each other as their eyes got heavy. The men watched as their eyes blinked on and off as their heads bobbed and weaved; a few more blinks and Troy fell asleep. Sandra was nuzzled under his arm feeling safe and warm with her body entombed by the soft fuzzy blanket as her eye lids flashed open and close, getting more and more tired until they gently closed, unable to open again.

"I think their out Tom." Carl said as he faced the dash of the cabin. "How long do you think they'll be out?"

"At least a couple hours, maybe more, depends on how long they were awake." He replied softly while he twisted the large steering wheel to the left as the bus climbed another steep hill. "We'll move them to the back in a few minuets; let them slip nice and deep in their sleep before we do anything, I don't want them to wake up until we get to the house."

The camper leaned side to side, as the winding road that led up the tall mountain twisted and turned. Tom handled the rig with ease as he spun the wheel to and fro, directing the hauler where ever he wanted to, without effort. Bruce and Juan play continuous hands of cribbage as the Mexican watched Sandra closely as the blanket fell from her body. He glared at the milky white flesh that showed between her dress and the tops of her stockings. He wondered what color her panties were, would they be red or black. He hoped for red, maybe pink, or even a light shade of purple. He raised his vision to her breast, as they heaved in and out with each breath she took. "Damn she's got some sweet tits," he thought to himself, "I sure hope I get to take her dress off so I can be the first one to kiss them."

"Go ... what the hell you are looking at dip shit!" Bruce slapped his hand on the table causing Juan to snap up with shock as he was pulled rapidly from his daydream. "Just go dam it, and quit staring at that bitch, you'll get to see more of her later you fucking wanker."

"You just mind your fucking business asshole; your fucking ass would be doing the same thing if you were sitting here." He growled as he tossed down a card, "Four."

Tom drove onward as the two men spat at each other, as the mountain road planed off and a long stretch of level pavement lay ahead. The rain had stopped and the night was filled with a smoggy mist that swirled in the wind. "Two more hours and we'll be there," he said as the coach slowed down, "This looks like a good spot to pull over and get those two in the back." He pulled the camper on to a dirt driveway that was used for travelers that needed a rest. "You take him back there and tie him up real good; if he gets loose it's your ass." He told Carl as the bus stopped and rocked forward as he put the transmission in park and killed the lights.

Carl pulled Sandra off her husband as he laid her across the sofa. Taking Troy under each arm, he pulled him from the sofa and down the short hall. He laid him face down on the bed and pulled his feet up and looped a rope around both ankles and pulling the rope taunt. Bruce came in and offered a hand as he pulled his arms behind his back and placed a slip knot around his wrists. He tugged on the rope and tied the other end to his feet. Carl weaved his rope under Troy's right arm and circled his neck, pulling the rope under the left arm and tying the loose ends together. If Troy tried to loosen the knots, he would strangle himself in the process.

"Now let's just see what this little filly has to offer us." Tom said as he pulled her up into a sitting position as her limp neck gave way, her head falling back to the sofa. He brushed the hair from her face as she remained motionless. He placed his large hands on her shoulders and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, "I think she should slip into something a little more comphy before she goes to bed, don't you boys?" Her dress fell off her breast and her tits came into full view as Tom placed his massive palms over each one and squeezed lightly, "Now that's a fucking woman, nice firm tits and all natural." He squeezed a few more times. He released his grip and clenched the lower part of the garment and pulled the dress from under her hips as it slid over her fishnet stockings and rested on the floor.

The men gazed at what they saw. Her body was more tantalizing than had ever been thought. Her golden tone of her resent suntan let off a glowing appearance. Her breasts were delicately shaped with light pink areolas surrounding her large nipples that naturally projected outward. Her lovely figure flowed naturally down to her slender waist, rolling outward to her shapely hips that perfectly tapered off to her tanned thighs and legs. Tom placed his fingers under the thin waistbands on her hips and slowly eased them down her smooth thighs, as a thin black triangle bush that was recently trimmed came into view. He carefully slid them down her legs and pulled her panties and dress off her feet in one swoop. He dropped the garments behind him and placed his hands between her knees and pushed outward. Her legs fell wide open as her bush separated. Her lips parted revealing her pussy for the men to gawk at. Tom stood up and relished in his accomplishment as the men all stared at Sandra's naked and exposed body before them.

Tom told the other men to wait outside as he sat on the couch next to Sandra. When the door closed behind them Tom got up and locked the door. He turned to his roadside gift and stared at her as he stripped down his oversized jeans. He kneeled in front of her and pulled her ass cheeks to the edge of the cushion. He bent down and sniffed at her pussy as he licked the inside of her pussy lips. He sucked her lips inside his mouth and tasted her love juices as he prepared himself for sex. Her rose above her hips and slid up her body as he placed his shaft at her opening. He eased upward and eased his cock deep inside her tight hole. "Oh god dam that feels good!" He said as he started to fuck her slowly, "You're so fucking tight, oh shit you feel good." He fucked her with long slow strokes. He squeezed her tits and licked her nipples as his manhood crept deeper and deeper inside her. He pulled her down further as he pumped his cock hard inside her young pussy. His pace quickened as he fucked the beautiful young wife of another man as he lay tied up in the next room. He gripped her waist as he forged in and out of her limber body, watching her breast heave up and down with each thrust. He took several hard strokes at her pussy and plunged his cock deep inside her as he held himself tight to her hips, blasting his evil seed inside her.

Tom pulled himself away from her lifeless body and pulled his jeans up as he fastened the front. He unlocked the door and exited the camper, not saying a word to his friends as Carl entered the doorway and closed the door.

Sandra was motionless as he gazed at her beauty. Her legs spread wide open, as she was when he had been asked to leave. He locked the door and disrobed from the waist down. He kneeled in front of her just as his brother did and placed the head of his cock to her wet opening. He entered her with ease as he started to fuck her with a mad fury. Forcing his member deep inside her with the first stroke and fucking her hard and fast. He gripped her tits without mercy as he hammered his pole in and out of her pussy. His face wrenched with madness as he tormented her frail body. He fucked her for several minuets before allowing himself the gratification of an orgasm. He had revenge in his eyes as he sank in deep and came inside her pussy. That was for all the beautiful women that treated him like dirt. His face still distorted as he rose off her body and stood over her. He turned and dressed himself and walked away as he opened the door and stepped outside.

"We need to get moving, too much time left before we get to the house." Tom said as Bruce started toward the door of the camper. "You two can use the bedroom if you like, but we need to move now."

Bruce entered the door and approached Sandra as he bent down and picked her up in his arms, "I'm going first, you get what's left!" he spat at Juan as he stepped inside.

"No problem amigo, I'll be fucking her where you can't reach anyways." He snickered as he took a seat at the table.

Tom and Carl took their seats and the bus lurched forward as a sharp thud sounded from the rear of the coach, the sound of Troy's head smacking the floor as Bruce pushed him off the bed.

The back door to the bedroom closed as Tom headed the hauler down the rugged path. The night was eerily clam with a heavy mist swirling in the breeze. The darkened night ahead of the headlights dimly lit as the low beams bounced off the thick fog. Tall Oak and pine timbers streaked toward the sky as the fog thickened above them.

Tom knew this last haul would bring plenty of cash as soon as the men arrived tomorrow night to bid on the contraband. He had a big party planned for the many bidders; everyone would be disguised in different costumes, just in time for Halloween. The house had plenty of room, keeping Troy from the guest would be no problem. He still wasn't sure how he was going to use the girl for his best interest; he contemplated that issue as he drove. Her innocents would be gone tomorrow night, that he was defiantly sure of.

The door swung open as Bruce slightly staggered into the small hallway. He took his seat across from Juan, "Ready to get that little wily wet dip shit?" He smiled at his friend, "I think the bitch likes it."

"I bet you couldn't get it up, could you fucker." Juan snapped back, followed by a smile. He stood and headed in the back room to finish what the other men had started.

"Bet you can't make her scream." Bruce got the last word in as the door slammed shut. He pulled a bottle of tequila from the pantry and a shot glass from a drawer and sat back down by the wooden table, pouring a full glass and drinking it down in one swallow. He laid out the cards in a row as he played a game of solitary while his friend had his way with the young brunette in the back room.

His thoughts flashed back as he fucked the same girl just moments ago as he watched her still face shake as he thrust inside her helpless body. He looked over at her bound husband as he slept peacefully as his love was getting fucked by him. It sent a sense of thrill thru his body as he relished in the moment as he felt the slimy sensation of the previous men that had fucked her too. What was that stupid bastard going to do about it, nothing, that's what. Her pussy was theirs and he was going to have to except that fact. That stupid fucker didn't even realize what he had, and now that's all in the past. Just like his past, Bruce's past, nothing he could do to change it, but it was always present. Now that stupid husband would feel like Bruce did, stupid and foolish.

Bruce played several hands of the quick game as he took several pauses to pour a shot and swig it down. The back door opened again as Juan exited the bedroom. He took a seat across from Bruce and took hold of the tequila bottle and poured a shot for himself.

"Here's to love!" he said as he tipped the glass to his lips and poured the shot down his throat. He sat the glass back down and poured another glass and offered it to his friend.

"To love amigo, may she always be that easy!" Bruce said as he shot the liquor in his mouth. "

"Fifteen more miles boys," Tom shouted from the cabin, "We need to unload this equipment as soon as we get there, so you two fuckers need to stop that shit."

Bruce stood and walked to the front of the coach and gazed out the window ahead. "Sure is a creepy night, kinda makes you aware of Halloween, and all those damn kids are gonna be running around like scared rabbits tomorrow night, looking for free hand outs."

"Well it's a good thing they don't come to my house," Tom said as he slapped Carl on the arm, "Word has it that the place is haunted. Some rich dude killed his wife there back in the late eighteen hundreds. I ant never seen nothing there, just old hand me down stories kids tell, ant that right little brother."

"I ant never believed in that shit anyways, bunch of bullshit if you ask me." Carl moaned as he stared out the front of the camper as it cut thru the thick misty fog.

Bruce turned and walked back toward Juan as he stopped and bent down to pick up the black dress and tiny black panties off the carpet. "I guess we need to do something with these." He said as he looked back at Tom.

"Give me the dress; and use her panties to gag that fucker in case he wakes up too soon." Tom said as he held out his right hand. Bruce laid the dress in his hand as Tom rolled down his window and tossed the garment out on the street. "Use the duct tape in the bedroom to hold those panties in his mouth."

Bruce walked past his Mexican friend as he stepped thru the bedroom door. Sandra was still lying on her back with her legs spread wide. He couldn't help but noticed the semen still leaking from her pussy as it made a large puddle between her legs. He smiled as a perverted plan grew in his head. What's the best way to humble a man, bring him to a humiliating low, and let him know who's in control? Bruce backed up from the doorway and tapped Juan on the shoulder, "Follow me amigo." He said softly as he crept back into the bedroom. Juan followed close behind.

Bruce turned to Juan and smiled as he pointed between Sandra's legs. "See what I see?" he whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, so what, you want a picture amigo?" Juan seemed puzzled by his friends' question.

"No, damn bro; help me get this fucker on the bed." Carl stepped over Troy's still body and took hold of his arms. Juan lifted his legs as Troy was swung up on the bed and landed next to his wife. Carl tugged on his limp frame until he was positioned between Sandra's legs with his face six inches from her open pussy. Carl took the skimpy black panties from his pocket and balled them in his hands.

"Get that tape and a towel dude, help me." Carl kneeled on the bed and placed the sheer garment in the puddle of semen as he rolled it around and wiped Sandra's sticky pussy off as he pulled Troy's head back, causing his mouth to open wide. "Hand me that towel amigo, and get that tape ready." He placed the dripping material in Troy's mouth and released his head as he wiped to creamy fluid from Troy's face. Juan laughed as he placed the strip of grey tape across Troy's mouth and press it tight.

"You one sick mother fucker amigo, you know what this assholes going to think when he wakes up?" Juan's mouth opened as he laughed harder. "Just so you know asshole, we ant no faggots, but you gonna wonder what the fuck we did to you." He said as he slapped the back of Troy's head as he leaned on the bed with one hand. Carl took several lengths of rope from the closet and tied a slipknot in one piece. He tossed the others on the bed.

"Help me tie this bitch to the bed; we don't want her to wander off, her fucking husbands going to have a good view for a while." Carl snickered again as he tied the other end to the bed post. He took a strip of the duct tape and placed it over her mouth, preventing any excessive noise from her when she woke from her sleep. They both stood at the door way at the amusing position the young couple was to be left in. "Now that's a picture worth taking, that's fucking funny if you ask me."

The coach pulled onto a side road and over a makeshift bridge as it rocked side to side. The road was covered with dried leaves from the many trees that framed the rigid path. Swirls of yellow, orange, red and gold leaves incased the large black tires as the camper disturbed the mounds of crumbling foliage. The suspension worked hard to offset the large pot holes in the unused ruts as Tom tried to steer the hauler on the smoothest paths of the one lane dirt road. The bends were tight and plentiful, only allowing the camper to go one speed, which was slow. The men felt anxious as the little outcast town drew nearer. The trees billowed over the unmarked road giving the impression of a tunnel as the stray branches scraped and clawed at the sides of the coach. The motor downshifted as the road climbed one of the larger foothills that surrounded the tiny forgotten settlement. The horizon had a bright orange glow as the sun neared the crest to begin a new day, Halloween day, a day not to be taken lightly in the small unmarked town of Crowsfoot Kentucky.

Tom slowed the camper to a crawl as the first wooden shack came into sight. Large bare oak and maple trees towered above the shingled structure that looked to be abandoned long ago. A partial wooden picket fence scattered in front of the house starting and stopping in several places, as more shacks appeared further down the road. Each one seemed to need major repairs from the tattered appearance and overgrow weeds that purged from the ground. To the right was a larger structure, a town hall of some sort, with peeling white paint and cobblestone driveway. A tall crow statue lurked over the U shaped black iron fence that had one side of the gate hanging off the top hinge. Small flickering lights dimly lit the massive window panes with murky white sheer curtains that were drawn closed.

Streets branched off to both sides as the size of the town enlarged more as the camper drove down the red brick road. The buildings were in the same shape as the majority of the homes, looking almost deserted, if it wasn't for the scattered glowing of lights in some of the windows. No streetlights to be found, no sidewalks for children to play. No benches for elderly people to sit and feed the birds. No people on the streets to wave to. Even the cars were mostly hidden out of sight, giving the small town a very mysterious and creepy demeanor.

Tom steered the hauler down the bumpy road and twisted the wheel to the right and stopped at a rustic black iron gate. He pressed a button on the dash and a clicking rumble came from the untrimmed bushes to the left of the red brick walls that supported the gates on both sides. The rustic gate yanked and sputtered as it slowly opened. The motor came to life again as the bus entered the gate and down a cobblestone driveway that led thru towering trees and overgrown bushes. When the branches cleared and the sky came in view, a two story mansion stood in view of the motor home. The driveway split as one side went to the front door, and to the right, it veered off to a large wooden framed barn. Tom turned to the left and stopped the coach at the front door.




Trapped Souls Ch. 01



The building was massive compared to the other structures in the town, but had the same shabby appearance. Large gargoyles peered from each side of the double doors that opened in the center of the first level. Six large window panes stretched out on each side and matched the position of the upper windows. The steps to the entrance curved out in a half moon shape with four steps that lead up to the massive doors. Oversized hedges covered the bottom of the lower level and the grass was more like dirt with small patches of overgrown grass.

Tom turned off the engine and stood as he followed the other men out the side door. The night had vanished as the sun peeked above the tree line casting a warm glow to the morning sky.

"Start unloading those crates from under the couch first, we'll deal with the two in the back when we're done. Take them to the cellar door around the side; I'll open it from inside." Tom instructed the men as he headed for the front door. He reached for the dead bolt with a key as the door suddenly jolted outward with a short overweight silhouette beamed from the door frame. "Mabel, your still here, I thought you had to go to Tennessee last month." Tom spat in a nervous voice as he tucked his key ring in his pocket.

"I was hoping I'd see you before I left, the trip was put off till today, I was just going to get my bags when I heard that contraption of yours pull up to the door, give your Auntie a big hug you old bear!" The short elderly woman said, as she teetered from side to side as she walked. 

Mabel was the sister of Tom and Carl's father. She raised the two boys most of their life, after their mother left their father when the boys were just ten and one. Carl never knew his mother, but Tom sure did, as well as the strapping he got from her every day for ten years. But Mabel was a good mother figure, always spoiling the boys every chance she got.

Tom gave Mabel a big hug as he picked her up off her feet and squeezed tight. Mabel giggled as she gave him a hard kiss on his cheek. "You always gave the best hugs Tommy, I sure wish I could stay a few more days but I really have to go." She said as Carl came walking up behind his brother. "Oh My goodness, you're here too Carl, my, oh my, what a surprise." He picked her up as his brother did and squeezed her as he laughed lightly.

"I can give good hugs too Aunt Mabel, but only to you." Carl boosted as he set her back on her feet as she leaned upward and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Where's your car?" he asked as he looked around the empty yard.

"I parked it in the stalls last night, there have been funny noises around here at night, just some kids fooling around I'm sure, but didn't want them to mess with my car. Would you be a kind heart and fetch it for me?" She said as she dug in her purse to retrieve the keys, not thinking he might decline.

"Anything for you Auntie, we sure are going to miss you this week." Carl said as he took the jingling keys from her hand.

As Carl walked around back, Tom ushered Mabel in the house before she caught a glimpse of the two workers still hiding in the camper. Moments later Carl drove the large black Cadillac between the coach and front door, as Tom toted three bags out the front door and placed them in the trunk. Mabel said her goodbyes with more hugs and kisses and climbed in the black car and slowly drove out the cobblestone road thru the trees and disappeared.

Tom looked at Carl with a silent relief as he wiped a few beads of sweat from his damp forehead. "Damn, that was too close, I'm glad she came out when she did, but shit man, I just about pissed my self when that door popped open, and fuckin damn near gave me a heart attack." Tom said as he placed his right hand on his chest and laughed hard.

Bruce and Juan were still in the camper as the two brothers joked about the close call. Carl entered the camper as the two workers unclamped the sofa from the floor and folded it on end. The two workers carried the first crate around the corner of the house as the cellar door swung open and Tom emerged from the opening. "Stack them on that far wall in the corner." He directed them as he went to help his little brother with the next crate. The six crates were stacked two high and three long ways as the men took a short break.

Tom went up the stairs and returned with four beers as the men sat on old rum barrels while they sucked the beer from the cans. "We need to get that couple in here now. We'll leave Troy down here next to the coal room and take the girl up to the room next to mine."

"I heard them moving around back there so I'm sure they're going to be feisty." Carl said as he finished off his beer, "So be careful when you untie his feet, and don't let that asshole fuck you up!"

Bruce looked at Juan and gave him a devilish smile with a chuckle. Juan smiled back and brushed his hair back as he stood and finished his can off. The two workers walked up the steps and out of the cellar as they headed back to the camper.



Trapped Souls Ch. 02



The camper lurched from side to side as sounds of truck tires going over a wooden walkway sounded through the bedroom of the motor coach. Then screeching high pitched noise echoed through side walls as if finger nails dragging down a chalk board. Troy tried to open his eyes, but the only thing he saw was a blurry fuzz. He blinked several times but nothing seemed to help. He closed his eyes and tried to figure out where he was. Was he still in the smoking car? Why couldn't he move his arms or legs? He tired to straighten his knees and suddenly he felt a noose tighten around his neck. He eased his feet back up and the pressure disappeared. What the fuck was going on, where the fuck was he? He opened his eyes again, blinking several times. A blurred vision appeared before him, and then the shapes began to sharpen. He blinked a few more times and his sight started to focus as he stared between his wife's legs. Sandra was asleep with her legs on either side of him as he noticed her pussy spread wide in front of him. What the hell ... why in the fuck is she like that, he tried to speak but all that came out was a muffled wine. 

Something was on his mouth, tape of some kind, and something was in his mouth, the taste was bitter and tangy at the same time, it was nasty what ever it was. Then he saw the dried white coating that surrounded Sandra's pussy. It was matted in her curly black hairs and a puddle had formed on the sheet between her legs. He tried to remember what happened, he remembered the walk down the dark and rainy road, and then a large camper had stopped, then the four men. The four men that had stopped, he had something to drink, a rum and coke, then nothing. Nothing at all, he strained as he attempted to think. Something in the drink, something that made him fall asleep. He was drugged with something, and so was his wife. Sandra, what did they do? He tried to scream but nothing came out, he pulled on the ropes but the noose tightened around his neck again. He was helpless, tied up and placed in this position for a reason. They wanted him to see what they did to his wife. They had fucked her, all four of them more than likely. Was she awake when they raped her, did she try and fight them off? He looked at her body, no bruises or cuts, she was still sleeping. Maybe they drugged her too, maybe she doesn't remember anything. Troy hoped that was the case as tears formed in his eyes as he fought with the anger that was building inside him. He tried to think of what to do, what could he do?

The camper moved slowly around several turns as the back of the coach bounced up and down from several holes in the road. Sandra started to moan. Troy wiggled and twisted as he tried to move from between her legs. He didn't want her to see him like that, starring between her legs at what those fucking bastards did to her. He tried to slide out from her sight, but her legs stopped him from going anywhere. Sandra's eyes opened as she blinked several times. She had a hard time focusing as she slowly woke up. She couldn't move her arms or legs, they were tied to something. She pulled hard but the restraints were too strong. She blinked several more times; she heard some mumbling going on, like a muffled scream. Her vision was still blurred as she blinked, then she started to see again. Troy came into view as she blinked a few more times. He had tape across his mouth as he tried to speak. His feet were tied together along with his hands, behind his back. There was a rope around his neck that attached to his feet. What did they do to him, why did they tie him up?

Then she noticed the ropes on her ankles, as they stretched out and tied off under the bed somewhere. She turned her head and noticed the same situation with her hands. Then she looked back down at her husband. She tried the figure out what was happening as her head swirled in circles.

Troy had flagged down a camper and they had dried off in the bedroom. Then they had a drink as the camper pulled onto the road, she was looking for their smoking car and ... blank, nothing else came to her as she tried to intensify her memory. She stared at her husband that was positioned between her legs, and she was naked, why was she naked? Where were the four men that stopped and rescued them from the dark and dreary road? In the bedroom of the camper where they had dried off, she recognized the room as she tried to remember everything. Where were her clothes and what had they done to her as she slept? She felt numbness inside her, with a slight soreness between her legs. He husband was trying to say something but she couldn't make out the words. Those sons of bitches had fucked her; she concentrated on the tense soreness of her vulva. They had raped her while she was sleeping, but why didn't she wake up? How did they do all of this with them sleeping, did they both fall asleep at the same time?

Troy was crying, why was he crying? Did they hurt him; she noticed a red bruise on his forehead. He looked sad, like he wanted to tell her something, but she didn't know what. Did he know that they had raped her? Did they make him watch? Sandra started to cry; tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and streamed down the sides of her head. Troy started to cry with her, wanting to say I'm sorry. He felt rage build up inside him, he wanted to do harm to those that had harmed Sandra. He was in deep sorrow for her as she realized the scope of what had happen. Those fuckers are going to pay for what they have done; Troy would see to it that they get everything they deserve.

The camper came to an abrupt stop and the engine turned off, silence filled the bedroom as Troy and Sandra stared at each other as fear filled there minds. What was next, are they going to kill them? Where were they, how far had they traveled? Troy didn't move as he listened for a sign of the four men, Sandra watched her husband closely, he would let her know what to do. They heard someone rummaging around in the camper, Troy tried to scream, nothing more than a low moan came from under the tape. Sandra tried to follow his lead, but she couldn't make anymore of a scream than her husband did. Then silence again, this time for quit a while. They heard a car; it pulled up next to the motor home and idled as laughter filled the air. The car pulled away as more laughter sounded. Then more voices, as the camper leaned to one side; people entering the coach. Muffled voices fill the silence as Troy and Sandra tried to make out what they were saying. They heard laughter as the muffled voices talked with no words that could be recognized. 

Then the camper heaved to the side again, as if something heavy moved around and tossed the hauler from side to side. They were moving something, something heavy as the men grunted, talked and laughed while they made several trips in and out of the motor home. Troy tried to move around his wife's legs but the noose around his neck prevented him from getting any leverage. He tried to scream again and Sandra screamed with him, but nobody came. Then the silence came again, they heard nothing for several minuets.

Troy could reach two pieces of the rope but as he tried to pull or maneuver the rigid strands, the noose again tightened around his neck. At least Sandra had stopped crying and started to try and figure away out of this predicament. She watched as her husband pulled on his rope but his face turned red and he would gag until he released the tension. She twisted her hands and tried to reach the knots that tied her hands to the rope. She would just get the knot at the tips of her fingers and the rope would twist and snap out of reach. 

Then the bus leaned again as they froze in mid movement. Voices came through the door as they both wondered if this was the end. Are they going to kill them now or just beat them until they past out? Troy tensed as he heard the door rattle and swing open. He could only watch the expression on his wife's terrified face as she stared at the doorway. Troy tried to roll again, with the same results. Sandra stared at the two men while their eyes scanned her naked body as they stood in the doorway. Troy watched his wife, as her look went from terrified to pissed off. Troy knew what they were looking at as he tried to scream "FUCK YOU!" but the words never made sense.

Bruce moved around the right side of the bed as Juan went to the left. "You two enjoy your little nap?" Bruce said as the two men untied the ropes from Sandra's hands and bent them behind her back as Juan held them tight while Bruce tied them together. "Did you tell your husband what naughty things you been up to; oh, wait, I think he already knows darling." Bruce whispered, but loud enough for Troy to hear as he bent Sandra up in a sitting position. She looked at her husband and then down between her legs as she observed the large spot on the sheet that rested under her open legs. She looked back at Troy and shook her head as she mumbled something under her duct tape. "I think he knows what a slut you've been, letting us fuck you while he was asleep." Carl laughed as he moved to her feet and took hold of the rope.

"Yeah amigo, she was begging for my brown cock after my buddy here fucked her," Juan said as he chuckled while releasing her other leg from the rope. "She told me to fuck her hard, so I gave her what she wanted, I fucked her right here as she watched you sleep amigo, and she even told me I have a bigger dick than you." He boosted as he leaned down only six inches from Troy's face. Troy pitched and flailed as the rope around his neck squeezed, leaving his face flushed as he tossed and turned. "When she told me to cum inside her pussy, I didn't hesitate. Because amigo, you know, what the woman wants ... the woman gets." He grabbed the hair at the back of Troy's head and pulled back. "Si amigo, that's what they say, so I just gave her what she asked for." Troy stopped reacting to the Mexican's blabber and looked at his wife. Sandra sat there as tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks as she shook her head from side to side. She was almost hysterical as she tried to yell through the smothering tape while shaking her head. Troy just looked down as his body went limp. He couldn't tell her he understood her; that he knew she would never do anything this asshole just said. He felt helpless and foolish, hoping this was just a dream. He looked back up as Bruce took the four pieces of rope in one hand and Sandra's arm in the other. The two men pulled Sandra from the bed and disappeared behind him, the camper toss to the side as they took her out the side door.

Troy turned and twisted as he flopped around on the bed, doing anything he could to free himself from the binding ropes. He started to roll and lean, as he twisted his hands while the noose clenched at his throat. He ignored the pain as he held his breath. Suddenly he flipped over and fell to the floor as his feet bent under his back forcing the ropes to clench around his neck. He was stuck between the bed and the wall as he tried to turn to his side, but his feet were stopped by the bed. His breathing completely cut off as his eyes watered and the pain tore through his neck. He was in trouble now, what if he died now, what would happen to Sandra, what would they do to her, kill her? They might torture her first, knowing that she had to die. He panicked in that brief second and twisted hard and bounced his back off his feet. Then he turned, not far but enough to let off some tension as he gasped for air, then again he tossed and turned as his body floundered between the bed and wall as it flipped over and he rested on his stomach once again. He took deep breaths as he recovered from lack of oxygen. He won't try that again, he decided to give up fighting the ropes. Up till now, the ropes were winning.

Bruce and Juan held Sandra by the arms as they ushered her from the camper to the front door. The house looked huge from the front, but it wasn't pretty. She tried to make note of her surroundings as she took the four steps up to the front door. The white paint, or what was left of it, peeled in several spots. There was no sign of a road but she noticed several paths that cut through the overgrown bushes that incased the shabby grounds. Trees were all around the property with no sign of a wide passage. As they stepped through the door, she was amazed at the size of the foyer. It was at least twenty feet tall with two Maple curving staircases going up both sides as they met at the top forming a large landing. Stone statues placed around the room looked ancient and very expensive. A large white Persian rug with a Mandalay pattern covered the majority of the white and black shinny marble floor. A large crystal chandelier with tear shaped decor hung high above the floor that lit up the entire foyer. 

The two men escorted Sandra to the right stair case as she walked between them. She looked down into the massive foyer as she caught one of the taller men staring at her as she walked up the stairs. She looked into his eyes as he gawked at her nude body. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of cowering from his view. He was going to look at her no matter what she did. Once to the landing, the two men pulled her to the right as they walked down a long hall that led to several doors on each side. Moderate size brass light fixtures lined the hall with lavish hand painted art.

They stopped at the door closest to the end on the left as Bruce opened the door and the three of them walked in. Juan closed the door behind them as Bruce walked Sandra to the bed and sat her on the foot as he took a seat next to her, placing the rope strands on the side of the maroon velvet spread. Juan kneeled in front of her as he took hold of her stockings and pulled them down her shapely legs, staring between her thighs. He looked up at Sandra as she offered no movement. Her blue eyes glistened as she snared down at him. He stood and backed away, as he felt the daggers pierce him.

The large king size bed had mesh netting that covered the top and hung down the four posts at each corner. The head of the bed had several plush white pillows that stacked high against the hand carven wooden head board. Around the large, tall room were two chests and a dresser that looked like they had been made in the late eighteenth century along with two Victorian style chairs. Next to the bed were two night stands and a ladies make-up table, matching the hardwood furniture. The two tall windows were covered with a sheer white curtain that hung from ceiling to floor, gathered half way down and drawn to both sides. As Bruce took the rope in his hand and drew Sandra's arms to her side, he untied the knot and set her hands free. He laid her down on the bed and pulled one arm to the right corner post by the head board and tied the rope to her wrist and then to the post. He leaned over to her and brushed her hair from her face and walked around the bed and tied each limb to the corner posts. He looked back at her before leaving to retrieve her husband from the coach as he and Juan walked out and shut the door.

Sandra gazed around the sun lit room as she admired the fancy décor of long ago. She pulled on the ropes as she struggled to free herself from the tight bonds they held her captive. Suddenly a mist formed at the edge of the room, just above the door. Sandra felt a slight breeze rush over her body as she shook her head, trying to free the illusion from her mind. She pulled anxiously at the ropes as the transparent figure hovered over the bed. A muffled scream pierced the silence as she yanked at her bindings. The figure drew nearer as she noticed a face form with in the thickening fog. A woman's face, with a warm soothing smile projected from the haze as she stared at Sandra. She heard a faint laughter as the figure soared just inches from her body. Sandra felt a quiver ripple through her body as the form penetrated her. She suddenly understood, she was a friend, a soul from the past that had unfinished tasks to complete. Sandra relaxed as her body sank into the bed. It was going to be fun; she was going to help the kind woman fulfill her quest. Sandra took a deep breath as she closed her greenish-blue eyes and drifted off to a light sleep.

Tom and Carl sat on the wooden barrels as Bruce and Juan walked up the steps from the cellar to retrieve the couple. Tom rose to his feet and motioned for Carl to follow him as he climbed the step narrow stairs that led into the first level of the house. They walked through the kitchen and out to the back deck overlooking the overgrown back yard. There was an old concrete patio off the edge of the deck with a huge empty hole that used to be a generous size swimming pool. Tom took a seat in a weather beaten wicker chair with a wide high back as Carl leaned on the back railing of the deck.

"The men should be getting here around nine or ten tonight; we need to get some rest." He said as he pulled a cigar from his chest pocket and bit the tip off. "I think I have a plan for the girl." He lit the cigar and twisted it between his lips and he drew the smoke in his mouth and inhaled. "You need to let her know that if she fucks with me, I'm going to kill her old man, I need her to be the hostess of this party with a smile and a good attitude."

"So you think she's going to go for that? She doesn't look that gullible to me." Carl said as he pulled another wicker chair over from the other side of the deck and sat next to his brother. "You could give her more of those little pills again?"

"No, that's too easy. I want to see what she will do to keep me from killing that bastard." Tom smiled as he took another long drag of the Havana and blew the smoke toward his brother. "You just tell her what I said, make it sound convincing." Tom tossed the cigar over the deck and entered the house.

Carl followed behind him and watched as Bruce and Juan led Sandra through the open foyer. He was overwhelmed by her beauty as she walked analytically, without hesitation, wherever her captors led her. She walked with a delicate stride as she passed the arched opening that separated the foyer and living room. Her nakedness stirred his sexual hormones as he stopped under the arch and absorbed the sight of her as she walked up the stairs. She was unable to cover her assets with her hands tied behind her back. He peered up the steps as she passed over, as he gazed daringly at her unclothed body. Her eyes met his as she strolled slowly up the stairs, unnerved that he was starring at her nude and exposed body. He gawked at her as she was turned toward the long hall and disappeared. He walked into the foyer and out the front door toward the camper.

Tom was standing at the rear of the motor coach as his brother approached. "We need to finish this and get some rest." He said as he met Carl at the side door. The two men entered the camper and walked to the back room. Troy was still caught between the bed and wall when the men entered the doorway. "What the fuck are those two assholes doing?" Tom growled as he circled the bed to where Troy laid. "I hope they an't fucking that bitch again!" He took Troy by the feet and pulled him around the bed and through the short hallway stopping in front of the sofa. "Untie his legs and we'll take him in the cellar. We need to make sure this fucker doesn't get loose, we need him." Tom said as he bent down above Troy's head as Carl loosened the knots that allowed his legs to spring out to the floor.

"We need to use those chains in the truck," Carl said as he removed the ropes from Troy's feet. "Chaining him to the steam pipes should do it."

"Yeah, you get the chains and meet me in the cellar; I'll take this piece of shit myself." Tom pulled Troy to his feet as Carl leaped through the side door. Troy stumbled as he stepped down the short steps onto the ground. Tom held the ropes that still bound his hands as he followed close behind. "Don't be stupid kid, I'll fuck you up if you get any screwed up ideas, then I'll go fuck up your old lady. Her welfare depends on you, you fuck up and she gets a whopping. I'll make you watch me take a strap to her back, like my momma did to me." Tom talked as he guided Troy toward the open shutters that led down to the dusty and foul smelling cellar.




Trapped Souls Ch. 02



Troy was still weak from the drugs as he struggled to maintain a constant pace as they descended into the dark room. To the right was a room incased on three sides with large boulder walls. The room was partially filled with various size clumps of black coal. A large steel shovel stood on end at one side of the pile. To the left was another room with several old chest and dressers that were thickly covered with dust and dirt, with several old barrels placed in a semi circle with old cigarette butts and cigar stubs scattered around. A stair way led up to the house that had seen several generations of traffic up and down the worn and splintering planks. Past the steps was a large, dimly lit room with six large wooden crates lining the back corner. They had big block letters stenciled on the sides that read "U.S. ARMY." Up to the right was another room that was dark and smelled of old soot. In the back corner was an ancient timeworn boiler used primarily in winter for heating the large house. Four inch steam pipes lay across the ground that sprouted two inch pipes that led up the walls into the house. Tom took Troy to the middle of that room against the far wall and pushed him to the ground. Troy didn't dare fight; he wanted to wait until he had his strength fully charged before he attempted any kind of escape.

Carl came running down the steep steps into the cellar as loud clanking sounds came from the large lengths of chains with thick steel cuffs that dated back to slavery. He threw them on the ground next to Troy as Tom turned toward the stairs. "Get those locks and keys from under the stairs." He instructed as he picked up one of the chains and tucked one end under one of the thicker sections of pipe. He cuffed each leg at the ends of the long chain. He pulled Troy by the arms and raised his hands as he took another length of chain and bound them to another pipe five feet away. Troy laid long ways with no chance of standing or sitting up. "Now you be a good boy, and we'll bring you something to eat later, get fucking stupid and you'll starve." Tom said as the two men made their way up the steps that led back to the outside.

Bruce and Juan were bringing out the first crate when Tom and his brother walked up. "Where the fuck have you two been?" Tom asked angrily, passing the two men as they heaved the large box toward the cellar doors.

"We tied that bitch to the bed and came back for Troy, but you beat us to him." Bruce said as the two men kept walking. "So we figured we'd start on the crates."

"Go talk to that bitch Carl, remember what I said, scare the shit out of her if you have to," Tom said as he walked up the steps to the house, "I'll talk to her later, I have to take care of something." Tom entered the house with Carl at his heels.

Tom walked through the foyer and into the living room and sat down on the couch as he picked up the phone and dialed a number on the key pad.

"Hello," a middle aged woman's voice came over the receiver of the phone.

"Charlotte, this here's Tom. Remember those little pills I got for you about a month ago?" Tom said in a manipulating voice.

"Yeah Tom, I remember, you ant gonna ask me what they was for again, are ya?"

"No ... I ant, but I am gonna ask you a favor in return, if you don't mind." Tom said with a grin as she played right in his hand. "Remember that old set of white curtains I brought down to you to mend for me?"

"Yeah, I still got em right here all fixed up for you, you want me to bring em down there for ya?" Charlotte asked all too happy to please her old friend from school.

"No ... I need you to make me a Halloween costume out of it, just make it into a dress, one with out any sleeves, just a dress that is short and starts at the chest and covers the important parts," Tom laughed, "You know what I mean?"

"Sure Tom, I think I understand, but it an't gonna be much of a dress, that fabric is sheer, I hope who ever wears it has a slip." She answered in a thoughtful voice.

"It an't gonna be worn ... it's going to be a ... gag gift ... to an old girlfriend." Tom tried to think of something clever, fast.

"OK Tom, I'll get it done right away, should only take a couple hours." She implied.

"Thanks Charlotte, I knew I could count on you. I'll pick it up this evening around seven or eight." Tom said as they said goodbye and he hung up the phone.

Carl walked up the banking stairwell to the second floor and turned right as he headed down the hall to the last door on the left as he stopped and dwelled on what he was going to say. After a brief pause he took a deep breath and opened the door. Sandra looked up as she heard the door swing open as he entered the room and pushed the door lightly as it clicked closed behind him. He walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down next to her and placed his hand on her thigh as he gazed into her deep blue eyes, she didn't move as he slid his hand slowly up her leg, gently resting it between her legs. He cupped her pubic mound and rubbed lightly as his finger separated her lips and gently slipped inside her. He stroked his finger in and out of her opening as he massaged the inner parts of her pussy. He looked her in the eyes as he played with her labia. She let out a low moan as she trembled from his serene touch as Carl notice a twinkle spark from her green tinted eyes. He looked at her curiously as he remembered her having a delicate blue color in her eyes. He allowed the thought to fade away as the beauty of her face struck his senses. She remained motionless as she watched his eyes as they gradually floated downward, as he took in the sight of her nakedness. She gave out a slight shiver as he slipped two fingers inside her as he slowly eased them in and out of her folds. Another moan seeped from her covered mouth as she sensed her dampness building and her nipples stiffening. Carl reached over with his other hand and gripped the edge of the grey tape over her mouth and gave it a quick jerk as it ripped from her skin. Sandra made no movement and gave no reaction as she continued her stare. Carl took her breast in the palm of his hand and squeezed lightly as she appeared to enjoy the advancements he forced upon her. Carl stood and disrobed completely as she watched without any agreement or disagreement. He crawled on the bed and placed his body between her legs as he started to lick and kiss her breasts. He sucked in her hardened nipple and lightly nibbled as he sucked with light pressure. When he looked up at her face, she made no attempt to spat at him, no flailing or cursing. She, in fact, looked at him with a slightly open mouth as she took in deep breaths. He moved up slowly until his mouth was over hers as he matched her breathing. His manhood stiffened, ready, as he stared passionately into her green eyes.

Sandra knew what she was doing, although she didn't know why. She struggled with her inner emotions as they pulled her to and fro. She wanted this to happen, but she didn't understand why. Something inside her told her to "Just let it happen, go with the flow." She looked into his eyes as he pressed his manhood against her opening. She was willing, but didn't dare admit it, even to herself. She wouldn't struggle, but she wouldn't ask for it. If it happened, then she would enjoy it with out hesitation. Troy would never believe them if they told him she was willing, he would believe her first, before them, she was sure about it. So if it was going to happen, then why not enjoy it, after all, it was just a fantasy.

Carl lowered his mouth to hers as he parted his lips. Sandra parted her lips in anticipation of what was going to happen. She leaned up as their lips met and touched softly. Her tongue slipped past her lips, as it contacted his lips and slipped in his mouth. They locked in a deep passionate kiss as he ran his hands slowly up her sides and over her breasts. When their lips parted he looked at her in a puzzling way. He reached down and took his rigid hardness in his hand and guided it toward her opening. He carefully watched her face as his head touched her moist lips. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes as he slipped past her lips and into her depths. She let out a low steady moan as he slipped deeper and deeper inside her. He caressed her breasts as he slowly started fucking her. He leaned down again as she met him with another deep kiss as he thrust in and out of her. She moaned loudly as he quickened his pace. She was kissing him now, passionately, uncaring that he was there to rape her. He fucked her with long fast strokes as she whimpered and moaned. She started to quiver and shake as her orgasm flooded her depths, her fluid adding a soothing feeling to Carl as he fucked her hard. Then suddenly she spoke, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, oh my god you can fuck me harder." She said as she reached her mouth up for another kiss. Carl gave her just what she asked for; he fucked her faster, pounding his hips into hers as he banged her harder. He gave her the kiss she pleaded for; sucking her tongue into his mouth as she moaned out loud, another climax sent her body through spasms. This time she shook wildly as she came hard and long. Carl felt like a real man as he pounded his shaft as deep as he could. She broke the kiss and let out a scream as her waves intensified. Carl felt his balls tighten as she tossed her head from side to side as she felt wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Carl tensed and bucked into her one last time as he filled her womb with his cum. He held himself in deep as he grunted and groaned. Sandra felt his warm seed shot deep inside her as he came, flooding her depths with sperm. This sent her over the edge as she screamed out in lust as she climaxed hard. Carl laid on top of her for a few minuets before he withdrew from her and sat on the edge of the bed.

After a brief moment, Sandra lifted her head from the pillow. She noticed Carl scanning her body with a confusing stare. She smiled at him, "Where is Troy, is he ok?" Sandra asked with soft sleepy voice as her senses retuned, her eyes fading from green to blue.

"He's fine, we have him chained up in the cellar, and my brother said we wouldn't harm him as long as you behave yourself. Seems to me, like, we an't gotta worry bout that any more." He said as he pulled his pants up and stood to fasten them. "HeTom wanted me to talk to you about that."

"What does he want from me, just sex, or is there more to it?" She asked as her breathing started to return to a more normal pace.

"Well all I know is that we have some friends coming over for a little party tonight, I think He wants you to be his hostess for the night, I'm not too sure what he wants you to do, but I'm sure sex is going to be part of it. He said if you don't go along with it, it an't looking good for your old man." Carl tossed his shirt on and sat back down on the bed.

"So when can I see Troy? Can you take me to him now?" Sandra looked at him with a pleading look on her face, "I'll do what ever he wants, just let me see Troy, I need to know that he's ok."

"I'm sure that can be arranged, I need to let him know that you're going to be cool and you an't going to fuck this up." Carl looked at her as his eye brows rose.

"That's fine, I'm not going to fuck anything up, and I'll do anything he wants." She said as she smiled at him.

"It's a deal then, you behave and Troy stays unharmed." Carl said, as if to seal the deal. He got up and walked to the door, turning to take one last gaze as he left.

Carl tapped on his brothers' bedroom door as he buttoned the front of his shirt.

"Yeah, come on." Tom shouted through the door.

Carl walked in and sat in a chair next to tom, he was lying down with his head propped up on several pillows.

"So ... what did she say?" He asked impatiently.

"Well, she seems to understand the situation pretty good, she said she would do what ever you asked as long as she gets to see Troy." He said as he pulled out a cigarette and snapped open a Zippo lighter to light the tip.

"Well I'll be a son of a bitch, she really say that?" Tom shook his head, "Fucking bitch is blowin smoke up your ass little brother." He said with a chuckle.

"Well let's just see, I think she means it, won't hurt to try, you might get what you want." Carl took a heavy drag off his smoke and smiled.

"Alright little brother, we'll just see, I think she's full of shit, but we'll see." Tom said as he shook his head. "You take her down to see that piece of shit and let her take him something to eat while she's at it."

"Yes sir, I'll make sure she's tied up before I go to bed, see ya in a few hours, it's going to be a long night." He made his way out of Tom's room and shut the door.

Carl stopped in his room, across the hall from Sandra, and retrieved a long sleeve button up shirt and returned to Sandra. He laid the shirt over the end of the bed and untied Sandra from her bounds. "You want a shower first, so you don't upset him with that." He pointed between her legs as she knew what he was referring to. "I brought you a shirt to wear too."

"Yes, that would be a good idea. Thank you." She said with a smile.

Carl opened the door as Sandra picked up the shirt and followed him through the hall and down the stairs; her eyes gleaming with a hint of green. Bruce and Juan were sitting in the living room as they walked past; Bruce looked at Sandra and then to Carl as his mouth fell open. Not a word was said as she walked through the room naked and turned up another hall. Carl opened a door just past the kitchen and invited her in as he closed the door behind her and returned to the living room. "You two just mind your business and don't say a fucking word; you get all those crates put up?" He said as he sat next to Juan on the couch.

Yeah, everything's put up, even the motor home; I parked it in the barn and pulled the pick-up out front. We were just going to get some sleep, but things are getting a bit interesting now." Bruce said as he peered down the hall toward the bathroom. 

"Yeah ... you just never mind bout that. Tom told me to take her to see her old man, so you just shut the fuck up." Carl said as Juan laughed at the two bickering men. Carl stood and walked into the kitchen and pulled out two packages of lunch meat with a baggy full of white cheese. He opened the pantry and took a loaf of bread and through it on the counter next to the meat. He made six sandwiches and placed three on a plate and poured three glasses of coke with ice. He sat down and ate the three remaining sandwiches and drank one of the glasses as he waited for Sandra to finish her shower.

Juan headed to his bedroom as Bruce took a seat in the kitchen with Carl. "So what's Tom got in mind for the chick?" Bruce asked as he poured himself a glass of milk.

"I'm not too sure, something with the men coming over tonight; I guess we'll have to see." He replied as he took the last bit of his lunch.

You think Tom would mind if I tap that bitch before I go to bed, she sure is something." He said as he ran his finger around the top edge of his glass before taking a drink.

"Hell dude, I don't know, can't see why he would, seems to me that's what she's here for." He giggled as he gave his answer. "Just let me get her fed and down to see her old man first, and then you can have at it."

Sandra entered the bathroom as the door closed behind her. The room was surrounded with light brown wall tile that stopped halfway up the walls. The white antique pedestal sink to her right had a seashell design that expanded slightly, curving outward to the floor. The floor had several matching trough rugs spread out that covered the tan ceramic tiles. To her left was a walk in shower with three spray heads protruding from the adjoining walls, pointing to the center of the shower stall with clear glass double doors. Next to the shower were stacked shelves that offered several different selections of soap, shampoo and creams on two of the shelves. Fluffy white towels were neatly stacked on the bottom shelf. Sandra browsed among the numerous bottles as she noticed a few of them pertained to famine products. "There's a woman that lives here?" she pondered to herself. "Who was she ... and were was she? Was she the wife of one of the brothers?" She looked at the precarious bottles in a puzzling manner. She placed the men's dress shirt on the top of the selves as she took a towel from the bottom and placed it over a brass bar that fastened to the wall beside the shower stall. She turned to the sink as she gazed into her own blue eyes. "What was happening to me; am I loosing my mind? That foggy mist, what was that," she tried to remember the illusion that appeared above the bed. "Was it the drugs they used to render me unconscious?" She stared at her face as the memory faded away. "It must have been a dream, just a simple little dream."

Sandra seemed tranquilized as she stood under the collection of spray heads, as she felt the numerous hot water pellets descend upon her body. "What was I doing? Why do I feel so placid among the strange men? Why does the thought of them exploiting my body excite me? I don't seem to have any control over the lustful actions. I know that they are going to molest me more, but it doesn't burden me, it even provokes my sensual feelings." She vigorously messaged the shampoo into her hair as she deliberated between her feelings. "Why did it stimulate me when I appeared naked before them, as I watched them violate my body with their eyes?" She lathered the soap as she caressed the suds into her skin. "I knew what I was doing, but it was still like a dream, a hazy fabrication of a flirtatious fantasy I had when I pleasured myself. I understand the deviance of my actions but I don't seem to mind, after all ... who was going to know about it? I wanted to live out this fantasy, what other choice do I have? Try to fight, kick, scream, and punch? What would that do? Get Troy killed ... and me too? No ... I am going to go along with my feelings, play their game, enjoy my chance to fulfill my kinkiest fantasy, live out my perverted thoughts, pretend I was in my bedroom at home with a toy buried deep within my folds as I imagine this is all happening."

Sandra toweled off her slender body as she watched her thin figure in the mirror. A sparkle danced in her greenish blue eyes as she smiled at herself. "This was going to be fun, watch their faces as she flaunted her naked body in front of them." She tossed her hair in the towel as she folded it and flipped it over her head as the rambling thoughts gathered in her mind. "Just walk out there like this, let them grope me if they wish." She swiped the shirt from the shelf and coasted to the door.

The bathroom door opened as steam billowed from the opening while the two waiting men watched for Sandra to walk out. It took several seconds for her to appear, she walked out in the hall with a towel on her head. The men were speechless as she walked into the kitchen, still naked, as she set the dress shirt on the counter in front of them. "I didn't want to get it all wet, and since you've already seen me, I didn't see any reason to stay in there." She said as she sat on the counter top and picked up a sandwich and took a bite. She watched the men as they gazed at her naked body, she let her legs part slightly, allowing them a view of her clean snatch. She finished her sandwich and glass of coke before she hopped off the counter and retuned to the bathroom.

When Sandra returned, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her skin smelt of fresh rose pedals from the Goldleaf body lotion she had found. She returned to the kitchen and pulled the shirt on over her shoulders and buttoned it from her neck down as the men watched until her fury pussy was no longer in view. Carl took her by the hands as he placed a piece of rope around her wrists and tied a hard knot, binding them together in front of her. "We need to let him think you are still in distress, make him think that and everything will be fine. Don't fuck me over now, that wouldn't be smart." Carl told her as he handed her the tray with the sandwiches and a glass of coke. He ushered her to the doorway that led to the cellar below. She followed him closely as she walked barefooted across the prickly steps, carefully balancing the small tray as she descended the stairs as her eyes faded to a dark blue.




Trapped Souls Ch. 02



Troy laid in the dirt and filth as he watched the two bothers climb the step steps out of the cellar. He tested the strength of the steel chains as he yanked and snapped at the loose links, but the durability was still intact. What was left for him to try? Maybe he could pick the sturdy locks? He looked around the dreggy floor of the cellar, two inches of dust and dirt and soot toppled the concrete flooring. He filtered through what he could feel with his hands but nothing was to be found within the fine mist of debris. He couldn't see much with the dimness of the poor lighting. He heard voices as Bruce and Juan appeared at the cellar entrance with a large crate, much like the ones he saw in the room across from him. They carried the box over to the same room and stacked it on top of the others.

"Ah ... amigo, I know you like filthy little holes, but man, that's crazy, you should find a cleaner hole to sleep in." Juan badgered him as he walked past. "I think I'm going to sleep in you other filthy hole tonight, yeah, maybe I'll let her suck my disk too, after I fuck her real good."

Troy cursed under his breath; he tried not to listen but the words pierced through his ear drums. What did they do with Sandra, is she ok? He could picture her crying, heartbroken at what they had done to her. He pulled on the chains again, still too tough to break. The men took eight trips into the cellar, as they stacked the boxes one at a time. The last one slipped off the stack and crashed to the floor. The top jarred loose as it busted open, spilling out five or six machine guns onto the floor. The Mexican quickly picked up the weapons and placed them neatly in the crate as he stuffed the straw into place and pounded the top back on. Troy pretended not to see, but he knew now who these men were, smugglers, and gun smugglers at that. He had to get Sandra out of here before they both get killed.

After the men finished, they closed the cellar doors and climbed the stairs up to the house. Now the lighting was worse, but he could still see his hands, which meant, he could still hunt for something to pick these locks with. Troy started to sift through the filthy muck as he dug his hands through the powdery grim. He coughed and hacked as the fine dust purged within his breathing air, coating his throat and lungs. He rolled over on his back to try and find cleaner air as his lungs got heavy, making it very hard to take in oxygen. He closed his eyes and for a moment, he could breathe again. He remained still and let the dust settle back to the floor, maybe he should wait, he felt tired from the mental stress of the day, and it wasn't even noon yet.

He sensed a delicate draft sweep over his body as he turned toward the direction it appeared from. He squinted his eyes as a haze filled the air beside the large crates. It swirled in a slow circle as it intensified, gathering mass as it formed into a figure. He closed his eyes as he trembled in fear, attempting to will the delusion away. "It's not real, it's just my imagination." He thought to himself as he slowly opened his eyes. The figure was now a man, standing near the heavy boxes as he swooped from side to side, inspecting the crates of guns. He turned toward Troy as he peered into his eyes. He was furious with the sight of people and things invading his dwelling. Troy yanked at the chains as he tried to flee from the ghostly form. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the phantom vanished, as the air around it swallowed it whole. Troy shook his head in disbelief as he closed his eyes again. He was going mad, his fears had beaten him. He shook his head again as he tried to shake the vision from his mind. He was tired, beaten and thirsty. The dust stirred as he felt his lungs struggle to take in air. He laid his head on the dirty floor as he felt his mind escape. He was drugged, drugged with some type of hallucinate narcotic. He was going insane; he sensed his thoughts fading away. Troy fell asleep.



Trapped Souls Ch. 03



Sandra nudged Troy as she brushed the dirt and soot from his face, "Honey, wake up, are you ok?" she shook him lightly. "Troy, wake up, I'm here baby."

Troy snapped awake as he jolted his body. He looked at his wife and started to weep lightly. He mumbled through his duct tape but the words never made it out. Sandra took hold of the tape as she slowly peeled it back. Troy let out a moan as the tape took part of his beard and mustache with it as she removed it from his mouth. He coughed as he spit the thin black panties from his mouth, glad to get rid of the foul tasting garment. "Oh God Sandra, I'm so sorry, I hope you can forgive me baby." He said as the tears flowed down his blackened face. Sandra cried with him as they placed their heads together and kissed.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for baby, nothing at all. Are you hurt, did they hurt you?" she said as she brushed the soot and grim from his shirt and hair.

Troy saw the silhouette of a man sitting on one of the barrels as he smoked a cigarette while he watched the young couple interact. "I'm fine, how about you, I know what happen in the camper, I'm sorry I couldn't stop them ... have they hurt you anymore since?"

"No, they've been treating me ok, I've been tied up but nobody has hurt me." She felt as if she didn't lie, technically.

The tall figure stood and approached the husband and wife. Carl pulled out a key and held it in the air. "I'm going to undo your hands, just to let you eat, but if you fucking do anything stupid, you will find out just how ruthless I can be." He bent down and unlocked the cuff on Troy's left hand and pulled the chain from around the large pipe and recuffed it to the smaller pipe rising up the wall. "Don't be stupid kid, this will all be over by the end of tomorrow. You and your wife will be unharmed if you just don't get stupid."

Troy nodded his head and sat up next to his wife. Carl walked back over to the barrel and sat as he lit another smoke.

"Here baby, eat this and here is something to drink. Don't do anything to get them mad, right now they are being nice. I just want to make it home, to see my parents and family." Sandra talked softly as she spoke.

"Their gun smugglers," Troy whispered ever so softly as he looked at his wife. "Don't get too fucking cozy with them, you an't gonna play these guys, they will kill us both."

"Ok, ok baby, I'm not getting cozy, just trying to keep them calm, I got a shower out of them, maybe I can get you in the house, I'm just trying to help." Sandra looked down as she started to weep, feeling ever so guilty of her actions as her husband laid in this pit among the filth and dust.

"Just keep your senses, I'm fine, don't do anything for them." Troy started on his food as he gulped down the coke. When he finished, he hugged his wife as they locked in a deep kiss. Carl took the tray and set it on the stairs. He took Sandra by the arm and pulled her to her feet and placed her at the foot of the steps. He then took the cuff off the small pipe and tucked it under the large pipe and pulled Troy's hand causing him to fall to the floor as he placed the cuff on his wrist and snapped the lock closed.

Carl placed the tray in Sandra's hands and walked her back up the steps and into the house. As they entered the kitchen, Sandra noticed her body was coated with black soot from visiting with her husband, "I need another shower, look at me, it's filthy down there." She said as Carl took the tray from her and set it on the counter.

Carl took the knot loose and unbound her hands as he nodded, "Yeah, and you need to do something else too," He took the bottom of the shirt and pulled it up to her waist, "You need to get rid of that." He said as he pointed to the bush between her legs.

"You're not serious, are you? You want me to ... shave? ... down there?" She looked perplexed.

"Yes, I'm serious, take care of it; I'll be in the living room." He said as he prompted her toward the bathroom, "Use the razor and shaving cream in the cabinet." Sandra shook her head and walked in the bathroom and shut the door.

Carl washed his hands in the sink before he joined Bruce in the living room. He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch and lit up a cigarette. "I need some rest; it's been a long two days." Carl said as he turned to Bruce.

"Well; after I get some of that pussy, that's where I'm headed." Bruce replied. "You going to tie her up, or should I, maybe after I'm through with her." He said as he laughed. "I think that bitch likes it, see how she just walked in the kitchen naked, and she even let us stare at her pussy as she ate that fucking sandwich."

"I think ... if she comes out naked this time, she likes it, but I don't think she's like that." Carl took another pull off the cigarette. "I think she just likes to tease us with that fucking nice ass of hers."

"We'll see bro; I know I'm going to fuck her anyway, even if she doesn't like it." Bruce stood and walked in the kitchen and poured another glass of milk, "I'm going to wait right here for her, she's a fucking slut and she likes it, you'll see!"

Carl remained on the couch as he heard the shower turn off. Several minuets past before the door opened, as Sandra walked out with a towel around her body and entered the kitchen, setting the dirty shirt on the counter. Bruce walked back in the living room and took his seat on the couch, "I guess you're right bro, she's got a towel on." He muttered at Carl as he shook his head in disappointment.

Sandra strolled back into the bathroom and decided to clean up her mess. She straightened the shower curtain and wiped off the sink with her towel, tossing it in the laundry shoot. She took a look at herself in the full length mirror as her eyes flushed with a green tint. "Well, you know you're going to have to sleep with at least one of them, you might as well have fun with it." She muttered to herself, far too low for anyone to hear. She caressed the bare skin that had black curly hairs just minuets before. She took a deep breath just as she opened the door and walked boldly into the living room, as both men peered at her with their mouths open, taken by shear surprise. She stood in front of them as they gazed at her naked body and freshly shaved pussy, remaining speechless from the decisive actions she portrayed for their, and her, pleasure. She sat in a chair across from them and placed her knees on the arms of the chair, spreading her legs wide for them. "What do you think?" She asked as she rubbed her hands across the silky smooth skin that once was covered by a small triangle of hair as she watched their vision lock on her open slit, still unable to talk. She stood and moved to the couch as she sat between them, purposely flaunting her nude body before them, "Feel it, it's so smooth now." She said as she opened her legs and placed her arms around the two men, giving them full access to her tempting body.

Bruce smiled at her as he reached over and felt her pussy, not just the smooth part; he ran his hand down her snatch and slid his middle finger in her hole. "Yeah bitch, I think you like this, don't you." He said as a second finger slipped inside her. "Told you fucker, she wants this, she likes to be a slut." He said looking at Carl.

Carl gently massaged her breasts as Bruce slowly manipulated her hairless slit as Sandra placed her hands on each of the two men's crotches. She rubbed up and down as their members stretched and stiffened as she closed her eyes, letting the two men dictate the next move. Bruce was the first to stand and remove his clothing. He pulled Sandra from the couch and pushed her to her knees, "Suck it; I want you to suck my cock." He said as he placed his hands on the sides of her damp hair and guided her to him, his shaft fully erect and pointing straight at her. She placed her hands on his ass cheeks as she opened her mouth. She felt the head touch her lips as she sucked on the purple knob, lubricating him with her saliva. He pushed her further on his cock as he started a leisurely pace, moving in and out of her mouth. Her lips sealed around his shaft as he slid a little further with each plunge. Sandra gagged slightly when her chin nuzzled into his scrotum, his full nine inches buried down her throat. She never tried to slow him down as he pumped her head back and forth, forcing her to take him completely with each stroke. Her hands still gripping his ass as she squeezed each time his balls met her chin. Her saliva dripped from her lips as she allowed him to viciously force her to take his cock down her throat.

Carl watched as Sandra's hair flailed about as Bruce savagely fucked her mouth, and it amazed him that she was allowing this to happen. She wasn't even attempting to slow him down as he brutally forced her up and down his cock. She almost choked at first, but now she took him with what looked like ease.

Bruce slowly increased his pace as he felt his balls tighten, "I'm going to cum in your mouth, get ready." He said as his face tensed. Her face was moving rapidly now as he gripped her hair.

Sandra new he was close as she felt his cock grow slightly bigger. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her throat as she took him completely, his balls slapping the bottom of her chin. She pulled his ass to her as his shaft sank deep with each stroke. She held her breath now, as he moved her head so fast, she didn't have time to take a breath between the sadistic strokes. Then, his cock swelled and she felt the first shot, as the salty fluid hit the back of her throat, then another that filled the back of her mouth. She tried to swallow but the next shot was more than her mouth could capture. Sperm trickled out the corners of her mouth and dripped off her chin as he still forced her head up and down on his creaming shaft. She swallowed again as a huge load shot out and filled her mouth again. Sandra didn't know a man could come this much as she swallowed again as her mouth was quickly filled again. She pulled his body to her as her nose pressed firmly into his pubic hair as she felt the next stream shoot down her throat. She felt the steams of cum run down her chin as he came more than she thought possible as his cock twitched inside her neck. She released him as he withdrew from her mouth, his fingers still gripping her hair. She looked up at him as cum dripped from her chin and speckled her breasts. Her eyes gleamed a dark green as she smiled with bubbles of sperm still remaining on her lips. Bruce smiled back at her as he wiped the head of his cock across her creamy lips and down her chin.

Sandra felt a hand on her should as Carl turned her toward him, his stiff member just inches from her mouth. "My turn, I want you to suck my cock just like that." Sandra smiled as she turned her body toward him as he placed his palms at the sides of her head. Sandra ran her hands up the back of his legs, stopping as they covered his bare cheeks. She pulled him to her as her lips parted and his pole penetrated her. His cock slipped past her lips and entered her throat as she pulled him deep until her lips incased the base of his cock. Carl took control as he pulled her out and forced her back down as she engulfed his entire member. He started pumping her face at a brisk pace right away. His cock was a little shorter that Bruce's but the thickness of it made more friction as it slid in and out of her throat. Sandra retched as he increased his tempo, but never restricted his ruthless thrusts. She restrained her temptation to press out on his hips so she could retain her breathing. Carl felt her heave slightly but continued his assault on her as he pumped her face back and forth. He felt his loins expand as his climax neared. He felt the pressure build as his balls slapped her chin repeatedly.

Sandra felt his cock swell as he neared his orgasm, she was thankful that he didn't last as long as Bruce. She placed her hands back on his cheeks as she pulled him to her as he forced her back down on his cock. She wanted him to come as quick as possible, as she felt a burning sensation building in her throat. Suddenly his cock pulsed and he shot a burst of sperm into her mouth, this time she swallowed it immediately, knowing that the next one would soon follow. She pulled him to her as she felt a huge gush of cum flow down her throat. She pulled him out as he shot again, filling her mouth full of salty semen as she swallowed it down. She sucked on his head as he twitched again and she felt a small spurt coat her tongue. She sucked him into her mouth as she pulled him to her as he slipped back into her throat. She removed her hands from his smooth skin as he pulled away from her and his cock popped from her lips. She swallowed the remaining cum and looked up at him and smiled. He shook his head as he smiled back.

"Now ... that's a fucking blow job," he said as he stared down at her smiling face, "I an't never seen a girl do that before, holy shit."

Sandra just smiled as she took several long deep breaths. She sat back and pulled her feet from under her as she spread her legs wide and leaned back on her hands. "When is it my turn?" She said as she placed her right hand between her legs and played with her dripping snatch as Carl pulled on his pants and shirt.

"Well lets get you taken care of then," he said as he offered her a hand up. "I'll take you upstairs and return the favor."

Sandra placed her hand in his and smiled again as he heaved her to her feet. They walked into the foyer hand in hand as they turned and ascended up the stairs.

As they entered the bed room, Sandra laid on her bed and pointed her hands and feet toward her ropes. "Tie me up ... that really turns me on."

"That sounds like fun, you definitely have a very kinky side to you." He said as he tied her hands and feet to the bed posts. "You do this kinda thing with your old man?"

"I never thought of it, it's always just been a fantasy, so I just used it when I played with myself." She informed him as he finished with the last knot.

"You play with yourself a lot?" He asked as he kneeled at the foot of her bed and noticed the droplets of fluid seeping from her naked folds.

"All the time, at least once a day, but I prefer the sex." She felt herself shutter inside as she told him about her deepest secret.

Carl leaned on the bed as he lowered his mouth to her bald mound. He licked the tips of her pussy lips as her folds opened up. He stroked his tongue up and down her slit as he press the tip inside her love hole. Sandra let out a low moan as she closed her eyes and laid her head on the pillow. He sucked her labia in his mouth as his tongue danced around her clit. Stroking up and down her slit again and then sucking on her delicate nub. He flicked his tongue up and down her button as he sucked it lightly into his mouth. Sandra felt her nipples tense as she let out small low groans. Carl stuck his tongue in her pussy and thrust it in and out a few times, then licked her slit as he sucked on her pussy. He felt his cock stiffen as he felt her shiver with her first wave of orgasm. He sucked harder and caught her clit between his tongue and teeth as he flicked it up and down. Sandra's nipples stiffened as she trembled lightly. She let out a loud moan as her second wave hit her. Carl's cock sprang to full staff as she came hard, as her juices flowed on to his lips. He licked her slit up and down as her climax eased. Carl stood and stripped off his clothes. He climbed on the bed and placed his now rigid cock to her slippery hole. He sank his cock deep in her pussy with the first thrust as she let out a gasping moan.

"Yes baby, fuck me hard ... fuck me real hard." She urged him as he started to fuck her with long deep strokes. Carl leaned down and she took his tongue in her mouth and sucked her own juices from his mouth. Her body trembled as she came again. He took her stiffened nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed the hardened flesh as he twisted it back and forth as he fucked her rapidly. Sandra gripped the ropes at her hands and pulled tight as she shuttered violently. "Oh fuck ... fuck me harder, fuck me really hard." She demanded.

Carl picked up his pace as he slammed in and out of her, pounding his hips to hers. Sandra let out a little grunt with each jolt, as he fucked her hard. "Oh my god ... I'm going to cum again." She yelled as she closed her eyes and let out a long grunt as Carl tensed and plunged deep in her pussy as he filled her womb with his seed. Sandra's orgasm intensified as she felt the hot sperm flood her depths as he came with force. Carl laid still for a moment as he caught his breath. He leaned up and looked at her as she smiled. He leaned down and they locked in a deep kiss. He massaged her breast as she sucked on his tongue. He pulled himself away from her and climbed off the bed. He looked down at her as he dressed.

"One more question, if you don't mind." He said as he picked up his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. "How often do you have sex?"

Sandra giggled at the question. "Five or six times a week, I try to get it everyday."

"You have one lucky husband, I can tell you that right now." Carl laughed and shook his head. He took one last look at her naked body as she laid there spread eagle with her arms and legs tied to the bed posts. His eyes scanned her nude body from her head to her toes, as he noticed a few small droplets of his cum seep from the folds of her pussy lips. Her eyes twinkled as he noticed the shade of green. "How does she do that?" He thought to himself as he smiled at her. He slowly tuned, as he left the room. It was one in the afternoon as everyone was now asleep; getting some much needed rest, before the evening started.



The silence filled the house as the sun sank low in the evening sky. Tom was the first to rise, as he slowly descended the stars to the foyer. He still looked half asleep as he filled a glass pot full of water and poured it into the coffee maker. He dumped two scoops of coffee crumbs in to the filter and hit the power switch and turned to the short hall to the bathroom.

Juan smelt the sweet aroma as he entered the living room; coffee was his drink of choice when he woke from a slumbering sleep. He pulled a cup from the cupboard and poured a cup of java as Tom walked in the kitchen with a towel around his waist.

"You ready amigo, we gonna have a good time tonight senior Tom." Juan greeted his boss as he popped two pieces of bread in the toaster and hit the leaver.

"Yeah, it's going to be interesting my friend." He said as he poured two cups of coffee. "You going to wear a costume Juan?"

"Si Senior, I'm going to be a pirate, with a big dick." Juan laughed with Tom, as he pulled the toast from the slots and tossed them on a plate.

"A pirate with a big dick ... that's funny amigo." Tom said as he walked out of the kitchen as he passed Bruce in the living room. "You guys need to get ready for the party soon. If you want to have a little fun with the girl, do it soon, before she gets dressed." He said as he took a sip from one of the cups.

"We already had fun, just before I went to bed, but if you don't mind, I'd like to see her again." He replied as he stopped at the entrance of the kitchen.

"I an't your daddy, that's what she's there for." Tom said as he lifted his cup as if to cheer his friend and walked through the arch way to the foyer.

Tom set one of the cups on the floor as he opened the door to Sandra's bedroom. He picked the cup up and walked through the doorway and set the two cups on the night stand as he peered at the naked woman on the bed. Her hands and feet were bound to the bed posts as she slept. He closed the door and locked it as he removed the towel from his waist. He noticed something missing, her pussy, it was bare now. He chuckled to himself and figured it had to be Carl. That was one of his fetishes, shaved pussy. He approached the foot of the bed as he stared between her legs. There was a small wet spot still evident between her legs. Well she was going to get plenty of that tonight, he would see to it. He climbed on the bed and placed his knees inside hers as he stroked his stiffening shaft with one hand as he felt her smooth bald pussy with the other.




Trapped Souls Ch. 03



Sandra woke suddenly as she felt something between her legs. She was startled to see the huge man jerking his cock as he stroked her pussy. She didn't say a word as she looked at his cock as he pulled it to life. As he grew she was amazed at the girth of his shaft. He leaned over her as he slipped a finger inside her damp hole and moved it in and out.

"Are you ready Sandra?" he asked as he removed his finger and positioned himself over her naked body and guided his thick cock to her pussy. Sandra just nodded as she felt his mushroom head touch the folds of her slit. He placed the tip to her opening and pressed forward, slipping into her as she let out a pleasing moan. She felt her hole stretch wider than she had ever remembered as he eased deeper in her depths. She let out several little moans as he moved in and out a few times.

"You like that Sandra, does that feel good?" He asked as he let his cock slip deeper in her pussy.

"Oh ... that feels good. Don't stop; go deeper, as deep as you can." She said as she closed her green eyes.

"You said you'd do anything I asked from you, right?" He eased his cock deeper inside her.

"Yes, anything you want, I'll do it, as long as Troy is unharmed." She felt a little guilty as she spoke his name as another man fucked her.

"That's a good girl," He said as he thrust in and out of her as she let out a slight grunt with each stroke.

Tom quickened his motion as he fucked her deep. He heard her moan as he pounded in and out. Her body tensed and shuttered as she whimpered loudly; as she came. Tom was baffled as he felt her body tremble while he fucked her harder. He smiled as he realized, she was enjoying the feeling of being used. This excited him as he pumped her with long deep strokes. She shuttered again as he bent down and sucked her nipple in his mouth and nibbled on the tip. He was fucking her harder now as she let out loud moans of pleasure. He sensed his own orgasm building as he felt her rock through another wave of sexual excitement. "I'm going to cum inside you now." He said as he awaited her response.

"Yes, cum inside me, fill me with your juice." She said as Tom felt her shutter again. He picked up the tempo as he felt his balls start to spasm. He felt his cock pulse as he fucked her hard and fast. He grunted as his face tensed and he sank deep inside her as he held his cock buried in her womb as he came inside her. He pulled his limp cock from her as he rolled off the bed, and stood over her. She was smiling at him; like she was glad he had enjoyed himself inside of her. He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"I'll untie you if you promise not to try anything stupid; I have some coffee for you if you want it." He said as he lifted the cup so she could see.

"Oh, hell yes, I'd love a cup of coffee." She said as she gazed up at him.

Tom untied her hands first and handed her the cup. He watched her sip the cup as if nothing had happen while he untied her feet. She turned toward him and folded her legs as she sat Indian style, giving him a perfect view of her completely spread pussy. He looked between her legs while she sipped on her coffee as his pearly white semen trickled from her pussy. She looked up at him and smiled as he stared at her pussy. She placed her hand between her legs and inserted a finger inside her hole. Sandra looked at him with dark green eyes as he watched her play in his cum. She slipped two fingers in her pussy and pulled them out with a scoop of his cum as she gingerly lifted them to her mouth, sucking them clean as she smiled.

"You're not exactly what I expected," he said as he sat on the bed next to her, "You seem to be talking this far too well, why don't you fight ... try to run ..."

"So you want me to fight you?" she said, interrupting him as she took another sip on her coffee, "What would that get me? Beat up, do you want to do that to me? You'd do that anyway if that's what you wanted. I figure if you're going to use me for just sex, I can handle that, shit ... I love sex."

"You are quit a treat," Tom chuckled as he stood from the bed and picked up his cup, "If that's the truth, you're going to have an interesting night tonight."

"I'd like to ask a favor from you." Sandra finished her lukewarm coffee and handed the ceramic cup to the large man. "Can you bring Troy up from that god awful dungeon; I think I deserve that, at the least."

"Well you talk to him, I will, under one condition," He said as he scratched his beard and thought carefully about how he worded his request. "I can chain him to a bed and make him more comfortable, but he must understand. If he tries to fight, scream or do anything fucking stupid, he goes right back down."

"I'll make him understand, He won't cause any trouble, I promise." She muttered as she smiled.

"I'll sent Carl in here to take you down there, do I need to tie you back up, or can you be good for me?" he said towering above her.

"I think I can retrain my self from do something fucking stupid." She let out a tiny giggle as she winked at him.

"You're too much, a sense of humor to boot." Tom scuffled out the door and across the hall as he walked in the open doorway to his brothers' room.



Troy watched as the tall man took his wife up the ragged steps that entered the house. "Don't do anything stupid? ... what the fuck was that mother fucker thinking? What in the hell CAN I do?" Troy was perplexed at his situation. Seeing his wife had calmed his fears, at least she was being taken care of; she smelled like flowers and seemed far too calm. He pulled on the chains as soot and dusted billowed from the filthy floor. "Get me in the house? ... that would be interesting, how the fuck would she do that? Ask them politely? They would bow to her demands?" Sandra was all to naïve; she was in danger and she was trying to make demands from them. Troy's fear retuned as he contemplated the consequences of her actions. If she aggravated them, they might toss her down here with him, which would be the best thing they could do. There were more devastating things they might think of, the thought of them sent a shiver up his spine.

Troy felt a slight sense of relief, with the food and liquid in his belly, as he lay in the dimly lit cellar. He looked at the many large boxes of Army paraphernalia as he coughed and wheezed from the dust and dirt that coated his heavy lungs. Guns, mortars, rockets ... what other types of destructive weapons were contained within the crates? What would the smugglers do with them, sell them to militant soldiers in foreign countries, or worse, terrorist that were determined to do damage to the states. He yanked on the sturdy chains, unwilling to give up.

Troy could hear mumbles and foot steps echo through the eerie silence of the basement as he lay quietly and tried to make out the different sounds. He heard his wife's voice as the sounds bounced off the many walls that surrounded him. The words were distorted beyond recognition, but the vibration of her voice was soothing. He closed his eyes as he pictured her sleeping, like an angle in disguise. Her beauty displayed in his vision as he felt comfort surge through his body. The numbness of his mind drifted into dreaminess as he faded away into a deep sleep.

 Carl was pulling a printed shirt over his head as his brother entered his room with a towel wrapped tightly around his hips.

"That little fucking bitch is a scary one; I'm guessing you didn't have much trouble convincing her to shave her pussy." Tom said as he shut the door.

Carl chuckled as his head slowly swiveled side to side. "She's quit a treat, she didn't seem to mind," he said as he sat on the bed and pulled his boots over his large feet. "I don't think you're going to have much of a problem getting her to do anything you want, she seems to like being treated like a slut."

"Well ... I told her we would bring her old man in the house, as long as he behaves." Tom informed his brother hesitantly, wondering if it was a good strategy.

"I figured that was going to happen sooner or later, we need to let the clients see the weapons if we expect them to buy them." Carl responded indifferently of his brother's decision.

"Well I need to get dressed and drive over to Charlotte's place, think you can take care of that while I'm gone?" Tom questioned his brother, knowing too well he would do the minor chore correctly and with out hesitation.

"Yeah, then we can concentrate on the party tonight, we still have a lot to do." Carl said as he stood from the bed and walked toward the doorway.

"I'll check in with you when I get back, I'd put him in the room in the west end, keep him away from the guests." He instructed Carl as he followed him out the door as his brother opened the door across the hall to Sandra's room.

Tom turned into his bedroom and closed the door and changed into a pair of simple jeans and a sleeveless shirt. "I hope we are making a good decision to allow that ass hole in the house" ... he contemplated to himself. It did seem like a good idea, and it kept the woman pacified, he needed her to behave tonight. He walked out the front door and climbed in the Chevy pick-up and turned the key.

Tom dove the short distance to Charlotte's house, a small shack compared to his overwhelming palace.

"Hey Tom, how ya been sweetie," Charlotte greeted the tall, well rounded man as she opened the screen door. Charlotte was in her mid forties with long brown hair that showed the signs of a needed hair dew, with the gray streaked roots that remained close to her scalp. She was tall for a woman at just under six foot with a slender build with her womanly figure still intact.

"Good as one could expect I recon," Tom said as he entered the shabby dwelling. "How's the family?"

"Oh ... same as always, nothing new ever happens round here." She replied as she fetched a long box from the dining table and placed it on the coffee table as she opened the top. "I hope you don't mind my adding a few things to the list, there was enough material for me to dress it up a bit." She informed him as she pulled the short garment from the box and twisted it from side to side. The dress was perfect as she displayed it to Tom. The thin material was mostly transparent as Tom envisioned Sandra's sexy body displayed through the fabric.

Charlotte placed the dress on the sofa and pulled out two more much smaller tubular shaped pieces of the material. "I thought the dress was so cute, it would be a shame not to be worn, so I made these to go under the dress to conceal her privates, if she ever cared to wear it. I thought it would make a sexy costume." She said as she placed them over the dress in their proper place as if it were on a model.

"You are a clever woman," Tom said as he smiled at her, thinking how the extra pieces defeated his purpose, and would be discarded. "It's perfect, I was wondering what you might come up with, you are so perceptive." He placed the dress and other material in the box and closed the flaps. "I owe ya one, just let me know next time you need something."

Charlotte followed him to the door as he pushed the wooden frame of the screen door open and stepped on the wooden porch. "You never know, I just may call ya up on that." She held the door open as she watched the tall framed man toss the box in the bed of his truck.

"Thank you Charlotte, She's going to love it." Tom said as he climbed in the pick-up and pulled away.

 Carl gently closed the door to Sandra's room as he approached the bed. She smiled as her eyes met his. She was sitting up on the bed with several pillows packed behind her as she waited for her next visitor that was eventually going to come. "You're not here for more are you?" She said as she pulled her knees up and allowed them to fold outward, inviting him to take her once again.

"No darling, not right now," he shook his head and smiled as he couldn't help directing his stare to between her legs. "We need to go see your old man." Carl advised her as he motioned her to follow him. He took her by the hand as she scooted off the bed and trailed behind him. When they entered the kitchen, Bruce and Juan were gathered in the corner bickering about something, as they usually do.

Carl grabbed the shirt that she had used earlier from the counter and tossed it to her, as she pulled the dingy clothing over her shoulders; not caring to button it up right away. "Mind if I get another cup of coffee before we go down there." She asked as the two workers eyed her nude body framed by the shirt. "Sure amiga, just come over here and get it." Juan said as he pulled a cup down and poured the steamy liquid to the top. Sandra walked around the center island and gripped the cup with both hands as she lifted it up to her lips. Juan took the opportunity she presented him as he placed his hands on her waist and eased them up her slender frame and cupped her breasts. Sandra looked at him with her green eyes as she sipped her coffee as he gently massaged her tits. "You got some very nice senos amiga, you should show them more often." He mentioned as his gaze swept down her nude body as he took in her nakedness. Sandra didn't move as one of his hands left her breast and slid down her flat belly and cupped her pussy as a finger slipped between her folds and penetrated her hole. "You like this, don't you baby." He said while his finger moved in and out of her. Sandra closed her eyes and nodded her head slowly.

"We need to go Sandra," Carl said as he wanted to finish his task before his brother returned. Sandra opened her eyes and took another sip off her cup as she stood still, waiting for the Mexican to relinquish her body.

"I'll see you later amiga," he said as he pulled his finger from her pussy, "I'll have something bigger for you then." He pulled her shirt together as he buttoned the buttons as her body slowly disappeared.

"I guess we got a date then, you know where I'll be." She spoke softly as she set her cup on the counter and walked toward the door to the cellar and allowed Carl to tie the rope around her wrists.

Sandra followed Carl down the steep steps once again as Troy came into view. He was lying motionless as he slept. She kneeled next to him as she gave him a gentle nudge, trying not to startle him. "Troy, wake up baby ... I'm here honey." She leaned over him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Troy opened his eyes as his wife's lovely face came in to view. "Hey Baby, you ok?" he said softly.

"Yes honey, I'm just fine, they are going to move you in the house, but if you try anything, they will put you back here ... please don't do anything crazy. I need to know you are ok." She spoke in a soothing voice as she stroked his forehead tenderly.

"Sure baby, I'm so thirsty, I need some water." His voice sounded scratchy and crackled as he spoke.

Sandra turned to Carl as he picked up the conversation. He nodded his head with approval as he climbed the stairs to the kitchen.

"Run Sandra, run away, don't worry about me, get to safety, you can bring the cops." He ordered her with aggravation as he pulled on the chains again.

"Sh Sh Sh baby, that won't work, they will kill you before I get back, just let them take you upstairs so you can be comfortable. Please baby, don't make things worse." She pleaded with him as she remained by his side.

"No ... go, go now ..." The tall figure crept down the stairs from the kitchen as Troy stifled himself, he fell back to the ground and gave a deep sigh.

Carl handed two bottles of water to Sandra and retreated to his seat. She placed them between her legs and pulled one up as she fumbled slightly with her hands tied together. "Here baby, drink this, you'll feel better after a shower and nice a bed to lie in." She maneuvered the bottle in place and twisted off the cap and placed the tip to his mouth. Troy gulped at the wet substance as the water slowly disappeared from the clear container. Sandra opened the second bottle and placed it to his lips as he quickly drank down its contents.

Sandra leaned down and kissed Troy again, as the sensation of the water slowly took affect. Carl stood and walked up behind Sandra as she sensed his presents. "I gotta go now baby, remember what I said, don't do anything to make them mad." She rose to her feet as Carl took her arm and guided her up the stairs.

As they entered the kitchen, Sandra swept the soot and dust off the front of her shirt, "Look at me, I'm filthy." She said as Juan and Bruce leaned on the center island as they worked on a crossword puzzle. "I hope that's the last time I have to go down there." She remarked as she started to unbutton the blackened shirt. She pulled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor as the men stared, her naked body was once again exposed.

"You can take a shower while we get your old man out of the cellar and get him cleaned up, if you want." Carl informed her as he looked at Bruce, "Get some rope and meet us in the west side bed room, the one with the heavy metal bed frame." He told Bruce and opened the cellar door as he turned to Juan, "I need you to help me down here."

Sandra entered the bathroom as Carl returned to the cellar with Juan right behind him.



Troy watched as Sandra climbed the stairs, did he see what he thought he saw? It was too much to handle. He closed his eyes while searching his memory as his wife had pulled the second bottle from between her legs. "Was it a mirage; was it possible, did I see the space between her legs, bare? Maybe it was the light, her shirt had opened and the area that used to be covered with tiny little black curly hairs ... was bald?" It wasn't possible; it was his mind playing tricks on him. He lay still as he tried to focus his thoughts. "She would have said something, or maybe she tried to tell me." He thought hard, "No ... she didn't, not a hint. Maybe she was afraid to tell me they were molesting her. Maybe they threatened her, telling her they would kill me if she said anything. That's want it must be, those mother fuckers are raping my wife." He felt the rage rip through his body.

Troy watched as two men entered the cellar from the kitchen. He remembered what Sandra had said, "Don't do anything to make them mad." He tried to depress his feelings as the two men approached him. His fury felt like a fire burning inside him. He should confront them; he should spit in their face. These bastards should pay for what they are doing. The tall man took the lock from one of the shackles on his feet, then the other. 

"We are going to take you inside, get you a shower and put you in a clean bedroom, if you try anything, we'll fuck you up and you can lye in this shit hole till hell freezes over if you like." Carl barked as he took the key and unlocked the two locks on his hands. Juan pulled Troy in a sitting position as Carl placed his hands behind his back. He tied the rope tightly and the two men lifted him to his feet. "Remember, anything stupid and you get fucked." Cal tugged on his arm as Troy walked between the two men up the stairs.

Carl and Juan guided Troy through the kitchen and down a short hall and through a set of double doors. A long hall went left to right as the men pulled Troy to the left. They pulled him back to the right as they walked through a large room with thousands of books neatly placed in floor to ceiling shelves. They directed him out the other side and up a spiral stairway as they came to another hall with several doors on each side. They took him to a door midway down the hall and on the right.

"You can take a shower in here." Carl said as he opened the door and untied the rope that bound Troy's hands. He nudged him in the room and closed the door.



Tom walked in the front door with the large box tucked under his arm. He turned right and headed up the stairs and into Sandra's room. He pulled out the skimpy dress and laid it on the bed along with a pair of white sheer thong panties with a set of white stockings and high heel shoes he had purchased from a small boutique in town. He laid out a hair drier and a small plastic box with several assorted hair clips and bows. He piled several different types of makeup, blushes and eye liners on the bed. Next to them he placed four different bottles of nail polish. The remaining items wouldn't be needed as he placed them in his room on his way downstairs. He entered the kitchen and noticed the sooty tracks on the floor, realizing it must have come from the ass hole that was shackled in the cellar.




Trapped Souls Ch. 03



The bathroom door opened as Sandra walked out and entered the kitchen. Tom admired her nakedness as she strolled into the room. She placed her back to the counter as she lifted herself up and sat on the edge as her legs spread open. Sandra placed her towel over her head as she tried to massage more of the dampness from her hair, also giving Tom a long opportunity to gawk at the area between her open legs. "You like the view?" she said as she pulled the towel from her head and noticed his eyes snap up from her crotch. "It's ok; you can look at my pussy, why do you think I sit like this." She smiled as she winked at him.

"I figured you were just trying to torture me, kind of a reverse sociology." He snickered as she smiled with a slight giggle.

"I guess you can call it that too." She smirked as she placed the towel back on her head, "If this makes it easier for you." She said as she leaned back with her hands on the counter behind her with the towel draped over her face. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the counter edge, allowing her knees to fall to the side, opening herself up for his viewing pleasure. Tom took advantage of her offer and leaned over as he peered at her open slit.

He placed a finger at the top of her folds and gently rubbed it up and down her moist pussy. He slipped the finger in her love hole and stroked it in and out as she whimpered. He eased two fingers inside her and slowly fucked her as her legs spread wider as she let out a low rumble. He watched his fingers slip in and out of her as he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. He continued finger fucking her as he pulled his boxers to his knees and stepped in front of her. He placed the head of his cock to her opening as he pulled his fingers out and shoved his shaft inside her. She tensed as she felt the pole slid in her as he took her hips and pulled her on his cock. He fucked her hard as she pulled the towel from her head and wrapped her arms around him as he trust inside her. They locked their lips as she sucked his tongue inside her mouth. He gripped her tits as he bucked his cock back and forth. She let out a whimper as she shuttered. He mauled her tits as he felt her quivering body.

"Oh yeah ... that feels so good, you fuck so good." She said as she looked him in the eyes, "Does my pussy feel good, you like fucking me?"

"Your pussy is so tight; I could fuck you every time I see you." Tom said as he hammered her roughly as he squeezed her breasts.

"You can fuck me anytime, oh yes ... fuck me." She placed her head on his shoulder as she shuttered again.

Tom moved at a quickened pace as he fucked the young woman as she came on his cock. He felt her body tremble as she whined loudly on his shoulder. He moved his hands to her ass as he guided her back and forth on his shaft. He felt his seed rise as his orgasm slowly approached.

Sandra felt him increase his pace as he took hold of her ass cheeks. He pulled her tight to him with his thrusts. She could feel him getting ready to cum. She felt her climax rushing through her body as he pounded her hard. Suddenly he pulled her tight and held her on his cock as she felt the hot fluid shoot deep inside her, her orgasm let loose as she felt the second blast of sperm fill her womb. She gripped him tightly, shaking as she screamed out. She trembled in his arms as she felt wave after wave of bliss roll through her body. She felt the third jet of his sperm as it coated her inner walls as her trembles decreased. She stayed on his shaft until his pulsing stopped and he sat her back on the counter top. He pulled his slimy pole from her depths and pulled his boxers back around his waist. He reached down and yanked his pants up and fastened the top and pulled up the zipper. Sandra leaned back and rested her feet on the counter edge. Tom took her knees and spread them wide as he looked at her dripping hole.

"Do it again, dip your fingers in there and lick them." He demanded.

She smiled as she scooped a generous amount of his sperm from her pussy and dipped her fingers in her mouth as she sucked the semen into her mouth. As she pulled her fingers out clean, she stuck them back in her hole and fucked her pussy a few times as sperm oozed out from her depths and recoated her fingers; she brought them back to her mouth as she smeared the creamy fluid on her lips and press the fingers in her mouth. She removed them as she licked her lips slowly.

"You are something girl, I'm not sure if it's normal to be such a nympho." He smiled at her as he released her legs as they remained spread wide.

"Thank you, I think." She replied as she smiled back at him. She leaped from the counter and picked her towel off the floor.

"I want you to go upstairs and get all dolled up, you'll find what you need on your bed." He told her as he patted her on the ass. "I'm sure the other men will come give you some more of that before you get dressed, just so you know." He told her as he turned her toward the living room and slapped her hard on her ass.

"Ouch! ... you bad boy!" She turned and stuck her tongue out at him and smiled as she shook her ass side to side.

Tom just shook his head as he watched her lovely ass wiggle as she walked through the living room and into the foyer.



Trapped Souls Ch. 04



Carl and Juan stood out side the west end bathroom and waited for Troy to finish his shower. "We are going to need a set of clean clothes for him," Carl told Juan as Bruce came walking up the hall. "I think you are closest to his size, think you could spare a pair of old jeans and a shirt?"

"Sure thing amigo, I'll be right back," he said as Bruce approached them, "What's up ... Fucker." He spat at Bruce as he took off down the hall.

Bruce smirked as he gave him the finger, wanting to smack him hard up side the head. "Hey Carl, the asshole needs an ass whooping." He said as he held up the ropes, "Maybe I'll tie these fuckers around his neck." He chucked as he passed Carl in the hall.

"He's just fucking with you, I think you two need to get married." He let out a chuckle as he slapped him lightly on the back when he passed by.

"You're a funny man Carl; let me think about that ... oh ... ha ha." He mumbled as he turned in the far door to the left.

Carl leaned against the wall as he waited patiently as he heard the water turn off. Juan turned up the hall with the clothes and handed them to him "Here you go amigo, it an't much but what's the fucker gonna do, an't like he's got a choice."

"Thanks amigo, I think Bruce and I can handle this. You have a date as I recall." He winked at Juan as he took the items from him.

"Oh yeah, I can't break a promise ... might break her little heart." He took off down the hall and skipped down the spiral stairs.

Carl opened the door as Troy quickly covered his body with the towel, wrapping it around his waist. "Here, put these on, then we'll get you situated. Just knock when you're ready." He tossed the clothes on the floor and shut the door.

Carl peeked around the corner of the doorway leading into the bedroom, "Hey, get out here and give me a hand, just incase."

Bruce was just finishing with the ropes as he tied the last piece to the steel bed frame. "Be right there dude, just getting this shit ready for him."

The two men waited for the signal as the anticipated the worst. The light rapping on the door came as Carl opened the door. Troy stood there calmly as he waited for a sign of what they wanted. Carl motioned for him to exit the bathroom as he entered the hall. Both men each took an arm as they ushered him to the bedroom door. They placed him on the bed as they tied his limbs to the four ropes and double check them as a precaution. "There, it's better than that fucking cellar, don't you think?" Carl said as the two men breathed a sigh of relief; that went easier than either had expected.

"I'd like to see my wife, if you don't mind." Troy muttered as he held his tongue, desperately trying not to say how he felt inside.

"I'm afraid she's not going to be available for quit some time. If you're hungry or thirsty, I can get you something." Carl said as he pulled the straps loose that held the white transparent drapes open allowing them to fall and close off the window pane.

"I'll wait for Sandra, I'm fine right now." Troy grumbled with an annoyed voice.

"Suit yourself, it might be a while." Carl said as he headed for the doorway as Bruce followed. They strolled out the door and pulled it closed.

"That fucker is clueless, his old ladies out here fucking us silly, and he thinks we are the assholes." They both laughed as they headed down the circling stairs.

Juan walked down the hall as he entered Sandra's room. She was sitting at a small table as she applied eye liner to her beautiful green eyes. She turned to see him smiling at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. His physique enticed her vision as he unfastened his jeans as they fell to the floor.

"Hey amiga ... I'm here for our date, just like I promised." Juan said as he walked over to her. "And I got something for you, something I know you'll like too."

Sandra turned toward her visitor as she opened her legs, offering him a view of what he wanted. "Come over here and let's just see what you got." She said as he stood in front of her. She took the waist band of his boxers and slowly tugged them to his knees and let them drop to his feet. "Oh my ... that's impressive." She said as she took his hardening member in her hands.

His cock was light brown and swelled as she stroked the shaft while she cupped his balls. She placed the head in her mouth as she sucked on the large knob. His cock grew to full length; she slid a few inches of it in her mouth as the head touched the entrance to her throat. He moaned as she stopped for a second and then allowed it to slide down her throat as she took all eleven inches in her mouth and pulled back off. She slowly guided the massive pole in and out as she deep throated him as he placed his hands on the top of her head.

He pulled away and lifted her by the arms and picked her up. He carried her to the bed and set her gingerly on the sheet. He crawled up between her legs and sucked her nipple in her mouth as he rolled it across his teeth and slightly nibble on the sensitive flesh. Sandra reached between them and took his cock in her hand as she guided him to her entrance.

"Take me ... fuck me with that big dick, give it to me hard." She said as the head popped inside her and several inches sank into her. She bit down and tensed as he shoved hard, planting all but a few inches deep in her pussy.

"You like it rough baby?" he said as she winched, "That's not a problem." He pushed the remaining three inches inside her as she gasped.

"Oh shit ... your fucking huge, wait a minuet ... let me get ..." she tried to say something, but Juan had other ideas. He pulled several inches of his cock out and plowed deep inside her again as his hips met hers.

"Mother fucker ... aah shit!" she cried out as he started to fuck her with long hard strokes. "Oh ... oh ... oh!"

"Yeah ... you like my big dick amiga? I'll fuck you good and hard if you say you like it." He whispered to her.

"Oh ... yes, I like ... your big .... Cock." She whispered back, encouraging him to fuck her as hard as he wanted.

Juan heaved in and out of her, pounding her violently as Sandra locked her legs behind his back, allowing him to go even deeper inside her womb. Her arms stretched out to her sides as she gripped the sheet with both hands as she whimpered. Juan noticed tears filling her eyes as he pounded her relentlessly.

"Fuck me harder ... and faster .... Fuck me you mother fucker!" She spat at him while her tears streamed from her eyes, as she gripped the sheet tighter. Her body tensed as she started to tremble, her mouth opened wide as she let out a deep hollow moan as she tossed her head side to side. "Oh god ... I'm coming ... Oh Shit, fuck me harder!" She begged him as she felt her pussy squeezed his cock as she came.

Juan felt his sides tighten as he forced his cock in and out of her, never before fucking a woman this hard and rough. His face tensed as he hammered her hips with his. He knew he was almost there as he felt his balls pull up and squeeze. "I'm going to come inside your pussy," he told her, not asking, "Get ready bitch, your going to take my seed in your pussy." He pounded her harder.

Juan tensed as he felt his cock convulse, shooting his cum deep in her womb, he sank in as far as he could as the second jerk sent his sperm deeper, as Sandra felt the warm semen seep deep inside her. Her face flushed red as her orgasm intensified as she screamed out loud, "Oh Sh ... Sh ... Shit!" As she felt his cock swell again, his tempered fluid surged deep within her passage.

Sandra wrapped her arms around him as her legs held him deep inside her as she felt her climax fade away. She pulled his face to hers as she kissed him deeply, running her hands through his black curly hair, as she dove her tongue deep in his mouth.

When Sandra released her grip on Juan, he rolled off her as he caught his breath. Sweat rolled off his chest and forehead as he remained still for a brief period. Sandra snuggled next to him as she ran her fingers over his muscular chest and down his tight abdomen. "Thank you; that was the best fuck I have ever had." She said as her hand gripped his cock and squeezed. "You need to come see me tonight, after the party."

"No Problem amiga, sounds like we have another date then." he said as he rolled off the bed and stood over her.

She scooted toward him and took his cock back in her hands, "Let me taste you before you go." She said as she placed her mouth to his softened member and sucked him into her mouth. She slid her mouth back and forth as she sucked his cock clean. She released him as he popped from her mouth. "Maybe I'll let you force that monster down my throat tonight." She smiled at him as she winked.

"That ... would be impressive." He said with a smile as he began gathering his clothes and redressed. "I'll see you tonight my little slut." He remarked as he opened the door and walked out.

Juan notice Carl and Bruce climbing the stairs as he opened the door to his room. He waited until they proceeded up the hall, "You going to see our little friend?"

"Yeah, we wanted to get to her before the party, Sounds like Tom is going to let some of the clients have her tonight." Carl said while the passed his door, "He said he just fucked her in the kitchen while we were taking care of her old man."

"Well, I hate to tell you, I just tapped that pussy hard, I'm afraid she's a little stretched out right now, sorry amigos." Juan bragged as he gripped his crotch and shook it.

"Shit dude, you ant shit, you just dreamin like you got something." Bruce said, trying to agitate him, as he laughed.

"Just ask that puta, she'll tell you who's got the package amigo." Juan laughed as he closed his door.

"You two need to seriously kiss and make up!" Carl said as he opened Sandra's door.

The two men walked in as Sandra lay with her legs spread wide, wiping her slit with several tissues. "Well I guess I'm the popular one today." She said as she stroked the thin napkins up and down her shaved pussy.

"You up for some more fun baby?" Carl asked as she tossed the tissues on the bed.

"I'm always up for some fun, what kind of fun you two looking for?" She smiled and she leaned back on her hands as the men watched the white cream seep from her pussy.

Carl and Bruce started to remove their cloths, "You ever had a cock up your ass?" Bruce asked as his shorts hit the floor with his jeans.

"Yeah, a few times, but he's a lot smaller than you two." She confessed.

"So ... you game to try one in your ass and one in your mouth at the same time? Bruce proposed as the two naked men gathered on the bed next to her.

"Oh hell, that sounds like fun, who's the lucky one then?" she rolled over on her hands and knees.

Carl crawled over and straddled her head as Bruce climbed between her legs. She took Carl's hard cock and started sucking on his thick head as Bruce placed his cock to her pussy and slid in. "Damn girl, you are fucking loose." He said as he pulled out and thick gobs of semen dripped off his cock. He placed the slimy head to her ass and wiped the goop on her tiny brown hole. He pressed his thumb to her entrance and eased it in. She groaned as he moved it in and out. Carl took her head in his hands and guided her up and down his shaft as she easily took him completely. Bruce pulled his thumb from her ass and placed his slippery cock to her bung hole and leaned forward. Sandra whimpered as the head of his cock invaded her ass. Carl forced her head faster as Bruce sank his cock deep in her bowels. She grunted as he started to fuck her ass as Carl bounced her head up and down his pole. Bruce soon quickened his rhythm as he gripped her hips tightly as he thrust deep inside her. The two men looked at each other as they smiled, gloating as they used her holes for their pleasure as she whimpered with each thrust. Sandra moved her hand to her mound as she fingered her pussy as they fucked her. She let out a long high pitched squeal as she shuttered. She was coming as they brutally fucked her holes.

"What a fucking slut!" Bruce badgered her, "Cum you fucking whore, only a REAL fucking slut comes like that when you fuck her in the ass!" He drove his cock hard up her ass and pressed firmly as he ground his cock deeper in her ass. "Take that you fucking whore, I just love fucking a slut like you!" He pulled his cock out and shoved it back in, as he fucked her ass harder. Sandra whimpered loudly as she fingered her pussy rapidly. Her body shivered as his vulgar comments heightened her orgasm. Carl was the first to ejaculate as he pulled her head up and came in her mouth. Her cheeks expanded as his sperm filled her mouth, this made her cum again. She swallowed as she shuttered, with her fingers still fucking her pussy as Carl filled her mouth again. She swallowed a second time as she felt sperm trickle out of the corners of her mouth. As Carl pulled out and slid from under her, Bruce pushed her head to the mattress. He pounded her ass hard as he sensed his own orgasm nearing. He pumped a few more times and buried his cock deep in her ass as he tensed. Sandra felt the balmy semen drench her bowels as his cock pulsed in her ass. "You fucking whore!" he said as he felt his cock twitch as he came inside her.

Bruce dismounted her as he wiped his cock on her ass cheeks. "Turn around whore!" He demanded. Sandra slowly turned toward him as his dripping cock faced her. Bruce took his dropping member and pointed it at her, "Suck it you fucking slut!" Sandra opened her mouth as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean as she milked it dry. "That's a good whore, you are one nasty fucking bitch!" he said as he stepped off the bed and pulled his clothes on.

Sandra looked over at Carl and smiled, "He has no fucking idea what a slut I can be." Bruce laughed at the remark as he started to walk out of the room.

"Can you make a couple sandwiches for her old man, we need to get him something to eat, just leave them on the counter and I'll take care of him." Carl requested the favor of Bruce, as he nodded his head and opened the door and left.

Carl sat on the bed as Sandra rolled onto her back, sliding up to rest on the pillows stacked against the head board. She pulled several tissues from a box as she wiped the sticky residue from her mouth. As she brought the napkins between her legs, she cleaned the fluid seeping from her ass and pussy. "I need another shower."

"I have to say, that was incredible." Carl said as he gazed at her open slit, "You are so sexy, and the things you do ..." He shook his head "I would have never thought you were ... so ... kinky." Carl searched for the proper words.

"I'm not usually like this, I keep wondering when this dream is going to end," She wiped more cream from between her legs, "It's like I have no control, like something is telling me to let go, do what ever is asked." Sandra looked at Carl and smiled, "Don't you like it, don't you enjoy the things I do?"

Carl chucked, "Honey, that has never been the question, I want to marry you!" he said as he lifted himself from the bed, "You have one hell of a body, and you fuck like a whore, I'm just trying to figure out why you're doing this."

"Well ... when you figure that out, please ... let me know." She tossed the soaked tissues to the floor, "Do I get that shower?"

"Sure, but first we need to go see your husband." He said as he helped her from the bed.

Juan admired his muscular frame as he studied his costume in the mirror above the dresser. The snug tights accented his endowment as they hugged his hips. The sleeveless garment that wrapped around his chest fit loosely with a thick leather belt that wrapped around his waist. He accented the outfit with a long bladed sword with a sterling silver handle that had spiraling gold strands encasing the shinny grip. He placed the skull and crossbones bandana over his head as he took one last look, seeming satisfied with his choice of attire. As he entered the hall, he heard the echoes of Sandra's moans bellowing through the corridor. He smiled to himself as he envisioned her perfect body as she allowed him to brutally fuck her. He shook his head and tuned toward the stairs.

He walked through the living room and entered the kitchen, as he pulled a beer from the refrigerator. As he twisted off the metal top, he heard an unexpected sound. He looked at the wooden door that led to the cellar. Again he heard a thud and a jingle from the empty basement. He placed the bottle on the center island as he walked to the door and opened it. He peered down the dimly lit stairs as he listened for the abnormal noises. Silence beckoned him to investigate the odd situation.

"Tom?" His voice ricocheted through the vacant crypt with nothing retuning. He crept down the weak declining steps as he scanned the unoccupied area. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he turned his head side to side searching for the justification of the strange ruckus. He lurked into each chamber of the darkened cellar as he encircled the dwelling. "I must be fucking crazy." He thought as he approached the stairs. Just as he neared the center of the steps, he noticed something below his feet. Something glowed faintly as a mist of swirls rippled through the air under the steps. He peered hard as he felt a chill shiver up his spin. A face appeared in the vapor as a dense fog surrounded his feet. He felt a tight squeeze around his ankles as he pulled firmly against the force. He tugged harder as his feet appeared to be fasted to the wooden step. He gripped the railing on his right as the ghostly figure materialized before him. He felt a fierce blow impact his chest that sent him backwards as his hand ripped from the banister. He surged backwards as the grip on his ankle turned loose. He felt a numbness seize his body as his head cracked when it hit the wooden step. His feet toppled over his torso as his awareness faded. He felt his thoughts disappear as he landed with a heavy thud at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes remained open as he gasped for a breath that never came. His eyes froze in place as the life escaped his body, leaving his still corpse sprawled at the foot of the stairs.

Carl walked out of the room as Sandra followed him into his room. He pulled a shirt from the closet, "Here, put this on and I'll take you to your old man." He offered the shirt to her.

"I can wait, I feel quit comfortable like this." She replied as she took the shirt and placed it over his shoulder and turned toward the door as he followed.

Carl couldn't help but stare at her naked ass as she strolled down the stairs and through the living room as they entered the kitchen. Bruce was finishing with the second sandwich as Sandra walked in.

"I'd like to see you walk in your old mans room like that, show him what a slut you really are." He said as he handed the plate to her.

"Maybe I will, maybe I'll tell him you just fucked his wife up the ass." She took the plate from him and smiled, "Maybe I should let you fuck me again ... right now; and then I can bend over and show him what a slut I really am."

Bruce laughed, "You are fucking unbelievable."

Carl pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator as he led Sandra through the library and up the spiral stairs as they approached the last door on the left. He took the plate from her as she pulled the shirt from his shoulder and placed it over her shoulders and buttoned it.

Carl handed the plate back to Sandra as he opened the door. He followed her in the room as she sat on the edge of the bed and Carl placed the water on top of the night stand and took a seat in a large chair in the corner of the room. "Hey baby." Sandra spoke as she set the plate on the bed and sat next to her husband and leaned over to kiss him.

"Hey Sandra, it's so good to see you baby." They kissed again.




Trapped Souls Ch. 04



Sandra reached for one of the knots that attached Troy's hand to the bed rail as she looked over at Carl for approval. He nodded as she slipped the cord from his wrist. She handed him one of the sandwiches as he took a hearty bite. "This is much better than that filthy basement; at least I can see you now." She spoke cheerfully. "They said we would be able to leave tomorrow."

Troy chewed his food as he spoke, "I can't wait to get away from this fucking place, I'm telling you, it gives me the creeps." He took another bite, "I need to ask you something baby, and I want you to be honest with me no matter what."

Sure baby, what's bothering you?"

"Have they been ... you know ... making you have; sex?" He whispered the last word.

Carl's ears perked up, this could get interesting. "No baby, they have treated me good, I've been tied up on the other side of the house, just like you." She wasn't really dishonest, just a little stretch of the truth, depending on how you looked at it.

Troy searched his memory again, trying to recall that very moment. He was looking at the shirt she was wearing, thinking about whose it was. Then she had pulled the bottle of water from between her thighs, and there it was, as the shirt lifted with the bottle of water, her mound, it was bare, it use to have little locks of black curly hair, but it was bald, why? Maybe it was so dark, his eyes betrayed him. The funny things he had seen down there, maybe it was just another hallucination. Maybe it was those drugs the strange men had put in his drink. He wasn't sure anymore, he didn't want to accuse her of anything, especially now, in this situation. She would hate him, think he was jealous. He didn't want that. He would have to find out some way, but he wasn't going to confront her.

"Ok baby, I was just worried about that." He took another bite from his sandwich and reached for the water. Sandra leaned over to grab the bottle from the night stand as Troy watched for the shirt to rise, or open slightly, that's all he needed.

"Here, I'll open it for you," Sandra twisted off the cap and handed the water to him. "That looks like it hurts." She said as she brusher her fingers across the bruise on his forehead.

Troy tried to refocus on the conversation, "I feel off the bed, in the camper, after they took you away."

"Oh baby, well it's not too bad, just a bruise."

Troy started on the second slices as he tried to find away to see under that damn shirt, he was busting to find out the truth. "Can we have some time alone?" He looked at Carl. He shook his head side to side.

No fucking way he was going to miss this. He seemed to be entertained as he watched Sandra act like nothing was going on. He knew damn well that her pussy and ass had semen seeping from them as she sat there, while she comically manipulated her husband.

"I think my mind is giving up on me." Troy spoke, not realizing it was vocally until it was too late.

"What baby, what do you mean by that?" She was puzzled at his words.

"Oh nothing baby, I just need some rest, I'm so tired." He said as he finished the last of the bread and meat and emptied the bottle of water.

Carl stood as a sign it was time to go. Sandra leaned over her husband and kissed him; she placed the rope around his wrist and tied it tightly as she stood. "Can you open the drapes honey? Will I get to see you again tonight?" Troy pleaded as she picked up the plate.

"Sure baby, I can open them for you." She ignored the last question as she reached up and pushed the curtains open as she fastened the straps on both sides. Troy watched her closely, looking for a mere glimpse of her mound; he searched between the buttons as she moved side to side, arranging the transparent material. He couldn't see anything, not even close. He sank into the bed, tormented by his own wife as she held her secret; at least for now.

Sandra followed Carl out of the room as he closed the door behind them. He took the plate from her and walked ahead of her to the stair case. When they reached the bottom, he felt something land over his shoulder. He turned to find his shirt draped over his right side as Sandra walked around him, naked again. He smiled to him self as he watched her well rounded ass shimmer in front of him, "What a slut," he thought, "She just couldn't wait."

She stopped in the kitchen and placed the ceramic dish on the counter as Carl placed his hand on her ass. "Still want that shower?" He asked as he rubbed her cheek.

"No ... it's getting late, we should go upstairs and get ready."

He followed her to her bed room, as she turned left toward her door, he turned right. "I guess its time to get a move on, see you at the party?" He said as she entered her doorway.

"By the looks of my dress, you'll be seeing most of me at the party." She smiled as she closed her door.

Sandra sat at the little desk as she cleaned off her face and reapplied her make-up. She pulled the brush through her long black hair and began French braiding the lengthy strands, starting at the top and working her way to the back as she took a small band with a little butterfly and twisted it several times around the short tail that remained. She touched up her eyes with the black eye liner as she stood and studied her self in the mirror. She retrieved her skimpy panties from the corner of the dresser and pulled them up her shapely tanned legs as she tugged them tightly into her crack. She pressed her hand firmly to her mound and pressed her fingers in her slit, tucking the see-through material into her gap, causing her pussy lips to separate. She pulled the transparent dress up her curvy figure as it slipped into place, connecting the two clasps on each side.

Sandra stood in front of the mirror as she examined the dress. The sides were open from the waist to the top as the two small brass clips held the thin material from falling. The bust was taunt; causing her nipples to nudge up against the delicate material. She could clearly see her breast through the transparent fabric. Her tiny panties framed her hips and pussy as the slender crotch barely covered her slit. She turned to observe the back as she swept her hands down her buttocks. The waistband of her panties was perfectly visible as a miniature string proceeded down between her cheeks and disappeared. The tightness of the dress stretched firmly to her skin, leaving her backside completely exposed.

Sandra smiled while she twisted and turned, as she admired herself in the mirror. She wondered how many men would be at the party, and what they might say when they noticed her in this dress. What would they do when she danced with them, a girl dressed like this would surely be groped and molested. She could feel their hands as they squeezed her ass and fondled her breast. She anticipated Tom wanting her to flirt with the men as she mingled ... let them flirt back; maybe even take her upstairs for some sexual fun. How many would she allow to have her? How many would Tom want her to satisfy? She visualized the house full of men, as they stared at her nearly naked body as she strolled through the crowd. This was going to be fun, her wildest fantasy come true. She would accept all of Tom's demands, even if he asked her to sleep with each and every man. Bruce would see then; just how much of a slut she could be.

Tom stood in the living room as the door chimes rang out. He was dressed as a butler. A black tuxedo incased his large frame with a tall black hat, the jacket had long tails as they swooped the air behind him while he leisurely walked to the door. Two men stood in the door frame as Tom opened the double doors. "Welcome, please ... enter at your own risk." He announced a deep lurking voice, as the two men walked in. Tom shook hands with the Taller of the two, "Dulani, how the hell are you. God, how long has it been?" Tom said as he slapped him on the back. Dulani was the first man to hire Tom as a gun runner, six years ago. He was a tall man like Tom, at six foot six inches. He was born in South Africa and moved to the states as a baby, his English being slightly broken, but very well pronounced. He had a very dark complexion, being an African American and carried a lot of respect and influence, as any man with his wealth should. He was dressed as a cowboy, with a red and blue flannel shirt and jeans. He wore traditional boots with chaps strapped around his waist. His belt buckle was the size of Texas and shimmered as the foyer lights danced across it. His diamond ear rings seemed a bit out of place, but as his signature, he had to wear them.

"Hello my old friend, it's been far too long, I hope you have been well." he spoke in a deep husky voice. "I wanted you to meet Tyrell," He placed his arm around the tall man to his side, "He has become my right hand man lately, so I thought this would be a good time to teach him the fine art of negotiating." He patted his friend on the back as he introduced him.

"We'll get to all that later, right now, lets get a drink from the bar and start this party!" Tom ushered them in as he shut the door.

Tyrell was a tall slim man, only two inches shorter than his boss. He was the student, learning from the master. He was also a black man, originating from the Bronx of New York. He grew up dealing drugs and prostitutes to support his single mom after his father died in a bar room fight. He was dress in a conservative outfit, a Dick Tracy of sorts. He wore a pinstripe suit, wing tipped shoes and a Gangster Fedora hat.

The two men walked into the living room as they approached the freestanding bar as music boomed loudly from the tall speakers placed in two corners of the room. Tom stood in the foyer as he gazed at the top of the stairs. "Where the fuck is that bitch, she has to be ready by now," he frowned as he thought to himself. He entered the living room as the chimes bellowed again. He quickly turned and walked back through the foyer.

Tom opened the door as he greeted the three men. "Welcome, please ... enter at your own risk."

"Hey Tom, it's good to see you again." Benny said as he out stretched a friendly hand as Tom took it and shook it hard.

"Benny, I thought you couldn't make it, word is, your getting hitched." Tom smiled as his long time friend and old time partner entered the house.

"I told that bitch to get fucked ... that money hungry slut!" he as he took a side step, "You remember Sam and Jamar; they purchased some items from you about a year ago." Benny said as the two men shook Tom's hand.

"I'm glad you could make it, any friend of Benny's, is a friend of mine." Tom smiled as the two large men dressed in black and white striped prison clothes walked past him. He remembered Jamar, a stocky black man with long braded hair and a small scar on the cleft of his chin, from a deal they had last year, but Sam, a tall man with light blond hair was a mystery, Tom seemed cautious. If Benny hadn't been with him, he might have handle the stranger differently.

"So ... where's your costume, looks like the same old suit you wore last time I saw you." Tom stopped Benny as he walked into the foyer.

"Hey, you know me, I an't putting no fucking dress on for nobody." The two men laughed as they walked under the arch leading to the living room.

Carl was standing at the bar dressed as a naval captain, a dressed white suit with a rainbow of colorful ribbons pined on his coat. He was pouring a drink as he talked with Jamar when Tom walked up. "Where is our little friend, have you seen her yet?"

"Not yet, I took her to her room about an hour ago. I can check on her if you want." He offered as he sipped his drink.

"How about Juan, has he come down yet?" Tom was slightly tense as he thought of the strange coincidence.

No ... do you think he is ... I wouldn't put it past her, I'll check for you." Carl excused himself and walked into the foyer.

"Hey there sailor boy, don't you look hansom." He heard a flirtatious voice rain from above him. He smiled as he looked up. Sandra was holding the railing as she strolled seductively down the stairs.

"Just look at you ..." Carl was speechless as he surveyed her delicate outfit, her body was flawless.

"I take it you approve?" She smiled and held her arms out to her side as she approached the tall sailor.

"Approve? I don't just approve, I want." He said as he put his arms out. Sandra walked into his embrace as they hugged tightly. "It's like I said before, one hell of a body!"

The door bell sounded as Tom hustled to the front door, as he entered the foyer; he stopped dead, looked at Sandra and leaned his head to one side. "Oh ... My ... God, you look remarkable. Wait right there, I'll be right back." He still eyed Sandra's mostly nude body as he walked to the front door, almost tripping on the Persian rug.

Sandra stood with Carl as Tom chatted with the four men at the door. Two of them, Marcus and Darnell, were very tall and very dark black men. They were dressed as rap singers with gold chains and baggy jeans. The other two men, Steve and Shawn, were dressed in hard rock costumes, much like Mick Jagger. When they entered the foyer, their eyes bulged as Sandra came into their view. She watched as they scanned her body, top to bottom.

Tom returned to Sandra, and asked Carl to mingle with the guest as he took her in his arms. "Are you ok with the dress?" He asked as he held her shoulders with both hands.

"Are you kidding," She stood back and opened her arms, "Just look at me, I love it." She smiled widely as her hazel green eyes sparkled in the light.

"So you might guess what I had in mind then." Tom looked down at her as she nodded her head.

"I have a pretty good idea ... but why don't you tell me just so I'm sure." She spoke low, almost in a whisper.

"I want you to be the hostess of this party, but not just any hostess. You have been a real champ so far, I'm not too sure ... why, but ..." He looked in her eyes as he continued, "These men are clients of mine, and I would like for you to mingle with them, talk to them, and dance with them. They might get a little fresh, and with you dressed like that, I'm counting on it. Tell me now; it's completely up to you, do you think you can do this"

Sandra felt the heat build between her legs as she thought about what he just said. This was her moment of truth, "What would you do if I said I couldn't?"

"Well ..." his heart beat doubled its pace as he pondered the thought of her refusing. "If you don't think you can do it; then I won't force you. I'll just tie you in your bed and leave it at that. I'm not sure how these men would feel about rape, so you can feel safe that nothing will happen unless you say yes."

"What if they ask me to ..." she leaned up to his ear and whispered softly, "fuck me?"

"Then you can say no ... or yes, it's up to you baby." He hugged her as he stroked her tush.

"Then I say ... why the hell not, it's not everyday a girl can dress like this and act like that ... is it?" She kissed him on the neck as she felt the warm moisture build between her legs.

Tom smiled as he escorted her into the living room, "Everyone, excuse me ... can I get everyone to listen." Tom announced loudly as the room all turned and faced him ... and Sandra. "This little lady is Sandra, she is our hostess for the night, please ... at some point tonight, introduce yourself to her, I'm sure she won't be shy." He leaned down and kissed her as she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue as every man watched. He took her right breast in his hand and squeezed it as he gave her a deep kiss.

When Tom released Sandra, Carl resumed his place as he took her in his arms. "I'm not sure, but that looked like a fascinating invitation to me." He leaned down and kissed her as he held her ass in his hands and pulled her to him.

Tom strolled through the small walkway that led into the foyer. He stared up to the second level landing in bewilderment, "Where in the fuck are those two?" he sensed a slight rave build inside him. He glanced down at the time piece on his wrist, "They knew I needed them here to greet the clients." Tom quickly ascended the stairs and scampered down the hall to Juan's room. He knocked on the door with heavy raps as he waited for a sign of Juan's presents. After a brief moment he opened the unlatched door. The room was empty. Tom shook his head in confusion. "I didn't see him downstairs, where the fuck is he?" Tom opened the door to Bruce's room as he concluded it was empty too.

Carl entered the foyer as his brother descended the stairs as there eyes met, he knew Tom was aggravated over something. "You loose something?" He asked as they gathered at the bottom of the steps.

"Where the hell is Juan ... and Bruce seems to be missing too." He stammered as he spoke. "Take a look around; let me know if you see them, I'll stay with the clients." He demanded as they agreed on the action. 



Trapped Souls Ch. 05



Sandra walked over to the miniature bar, as everyone in the room fixated on her body. She poured a small glass of brandy as a tall black man dressed like a gangster approached her, "Hello Sandra, they call me Tyrell." He sat his drink on the bar and offered her his hand. She placed her hand softly in his as he lifted it up to his lips, placing a tender kiss on the back. "Looks like you got everyone here scared shitless." He took his glass and tipped it to his lips.

"You'd think they'd never seen a woman before," She said quietly as she talked into her glass and took a quick short drink.

"Well ... then let me be the first to wish you a Happy Halloween before they get some courage." He raised his glass as she lightly tapped it with hers.

"Well thank you Mr. Tyrell." She took a sip as he finished his glass.

"Would you care to dance?" He gestured his had toward an open spot of hardwood flooring in the middle of the room.

"I thought you'd never ask." She took his hand in hers as they strolled to the center of the vacant area and folded into each others arms. They swayed side to side as she followed his lead while Elvis sang Love Me Tender.

"I was just wondering ... Tom was saying something about you not being shy?" He dipped her to one side as she leaned back as the crowd watched her dance around the floor barely clothed. "I'm not sure, but shy doesn't seem to describe you at all. That dress pretty much says it all."

"So ... tell me ... what do you think my dress says?" She pulled her head back to see his eyes.

"Well ... for one thing ... it says this?" He placed his hand on her ass and caressed it gently as he peered into her green eyes.

Sandra smiled modestly, "You mean ... it say's that; I'm easy?" She winked at him as her nipples stiffened from his touch.

"That's pretty much what it tells me." He pinched the waistband of her panties thru the thin dress and tugged on it lightly, causing the skimpy material to wedge further into her slit.

"So ... if I'm so easy, why haven't I kissed you yet?" Sandra placed her hand on his rear and gave him a gentle nudge.

He leaned down, as he kissed her on the mouth. She allowed his tongue to slip between her lips as it danced inside her mouth. He placed his hand between her legs and tenderly stroked her pussy from behind.

The two kissed and fondled as the other guests watched; as they crowded around the small bar. The song ended as Tyrell kissed her and walked her toward the bar. She picked up her small glass and tossed the last shot of brandy in her mouth.

Tyrell pulled a bottle of Tequila from the bar and placed two shot glasses on the edge. He filled the two stubby glasses as he pushed on to her, "Here's to being easy." He said as she smiled, they tossed the drinks down as he poured two more. "Cheers baby." He said as they tapped the glasses and chugged down their contents.

Carl strolled thru the house as he searched each room, finding Bruce in the library as he thumbed thru a diary of a woman that he never heard of.

"Have you seen Juan?" Carl asked as he approached his friend.

"No ... he's probably with that little slut again," he said as he turned another page, "I've been reading this book I found stuffed behind that mantel, this bitch was fucking around on her husband"

"You need to get dressed, most of the customers are already here and Tom's getting pissed." Carl advised him as he headed toward the spiral stairs.

"He's not up there; I just checked on the asshole, he's sleeping." Bruce mentioned in regards of Troy. "But I tossed a full bottle of beer in the trash that was in the kitchen, so he might have been in there." He said, knowing it was Juan's choice of drink.

Carl turned as he walked toward the short hallway to the kitchen, "Can you put that shit away and get moving!" He argued as he exited the room.

Carl stood in the kitchen as he pondered where to look as he noticed the door slightly ajar that led to the cellar. "That's odd, what would that be open for." The thought crossed his mind. He approached the door and pulled it open, as he struggled to see into the badly lit area. He noticed a figure as it appeared motionless at the base of the steps. As the darkness lifted, he realized his friend lying silently on the floor. He scampered down the wooden steps as he neared the unresponsive body. He placed a finger at the base of his neck, recognizing no sign of life. He looked up the stairs as he contemplated what must of happen, "The stupid fucker fell, this is bad, real bad." He slowly rose as he climbed the steep steps. "Tom is going to fucking panic," he lubberly thought to himself as he stepped into the kitchen.

Tom watched Sandra dance and mingle among the nine guests as they freely molested her willing body as Carl approached him. "We have a problem." Carl whispered in his brothers' ear. "I think Juan fell down the steps in the cellar ... I need your help." 

The two men backed into the kitchen as fear struck Tom's large frame. They scuttled over to the door as Carl opened it to reveal his findings. Tom scurried down the steps and came to the same conclusion as his brother. Juan was dead. "This is fucked up." He placed a hand on Juan's chest as he remorse for a brief moment. "We have to get him out of here," he looked up the passageway to Carl. "Did you find Bruce?" He suddenly felt fright wash over him.

"Yeah, he's in the library reading some weird book he found." Carl said as he stood mid way down the steps.

"Good ... Get him and hide Juan in the barn, we'll deal with this later." He looked back at his friend and felt tears welt up in his eyes. "This is so fucked up!"

Sandra leaned on the bar as another shot glass was placed in her hand; she poured the liquor down and tensed as the harsh bourbon stung her throat. Ndale stood behind her as she lost her balance and fell into his arms. Sandra laughed as he placed her back on her feet and gripped her waist.

"That's it, she needs another drink." Ndale said as Tyrell pulled a large glass from under the bar. He poured several ounces of tequila in the glass and handed it to Sandra. She looked at the glass and shrugged her shoulders.

"I think ... you guys want me to get drunk." She laughed as she swirled the fluid around in the glass. "I suppose you want me to chug this ... don't you." She looked at Tyrell and giggled. She was already smashed at this point.

"I don't think you can!" He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Sandra smiled sheepishly, "Watch and learn Mr. Tyrell." She tipped the glass up as the fluid disappeared. Sandra rested the empty glass on the bar and winched her face as she swallowed. "O Kay ... that's enough for now, I want to dance now." She took Tyrell's hand and pulled him to the floor as she snuggled herself into his chest.

Sandra felt the dampness of her panties from all the attention she had received during the party. She danced as she felt Tyrell's hands all over her tush. He leaned down and placed his lips near her ear, "Is there some place we can go, with a little privacy?" He whispered gently as he pulled her to his hips. She felt his swollen unit press against her belly as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Follow me," She took his hand and ushered him toward the library. As they passed the kitchen, Tom and Carl entered thru the cellar door. Tom looked at Sandra with bewilderment; he seemed to be very worried about something. Sandra smiled as she turned her friend toward the library.

Sandra pulled Tyrell into the large room as they slipped past a large fireplace and over to the far wall, as she sat on a long sofa covered with big overstuffed pillows. She clung to his hands as she leaned backwards, falling on the couch, pulling him on top of her as she rested her head on one of the throw cushions. He placed his mouth to hers as they embraced. He ran his hands over her breast as she moaned. She reached between them as she unfastened his pants and tugged them off his hips. He kicked the slacks off his legs and kneeled between her knees. Sandra reached under her arms and unclipped the small brass clasps that held her dress together as Tyrell slipped his shirt off his shoulders. He pulled the transparent dress down her body and tossed it to the floor. He towered above her as he gazed at her magnificent body. He grasped the thin waistband around her hips and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs as the damp material between her legs pulled from her slit. Tyrell noticed small strings of clear sticky fluid stream between the moist garment and her glossy crevice.

"Damn girl ... your pussy is soaked, I guess we don't need to worry about foreplay." He pulled the tiny strings from her legs as she lifted them up.

Tyrell stood and slipped his shorts down his legs as his partially stiff member sprang out from between his legs. Sandra gasped as she noticed his cock, at least a foot long and very fat. He kneeled back on the couch between Sandra's knees as she spread her legs wide. He's ebony shaft throbbed as his erection slowly enlarged as he lowered his body and placed the long shaft on her mound as his balls settled between her legs. He pulled back as she placed the wide tip to her entrance, wondering if it would fit inside her.

"Slowly, I want to feel every inch of you inside me, but be easy." Sandra pleaded tenderly as he leaned forward, slipping his head inside her opening as she let out a light whimper.

"Have you ever been with a black man before?" Tyrell asked as he eased a few inches of his shaft inside her.

"No ... but it's always been my fantasy." She gripped his arms as he entered a place never touched before. "Easy ... oh my god your big."

Tyrell looked down and noticed he still had several inches of his rod in view. He withdrew from her and pushed gently inside her until she tensed again. He started a slow tempo, making her take a little more of him with each stroke. She began to pant as she felt his massive pole stretch her like never before. "Faster, go a little faster." She pulled his face to hers as she kissed him deeply. He increased his rhythm, as her tongue swirled inside his mouth. He forced his cock deeper as she whimpered loudly, pulling his hips to hers.

She felt his cock deep inside her stomach as his thrusts forced him deeper in her depths. Her body began to tremble as her nipples stiffened. She shuttered, letting out a long moan, "I'm coming!" She tensed and gripped his back with her fingers as she felt her first wave rock her hard. "Oh ... oh shit! I'm coming!" She screamed as he pounded her harder. His balls slapped her ass with each plunge as he buried his length inside her.

Sandra felt him deeper inside her than she had ever imagined possible. His cock hit places never touched before as he rammed her hard. She felt the second wave tumble thru her body as she trembled. "Oh yes, you're there ... harder, fuck me harder." She ordered him as she grunted with his powerful thrusts. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" she cried loudly.

Sandra's body shook as she felt the endless climax roll thru her insides. She pulled her legs up as he gripped her thighs and folded them to her breast. He was on top of her as he pounded downward, sending his cock even deeper in her pussy. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ..." Sandra whimpered with every drive of his massive cock. She shuttered again as she felt another orgasm building in her depths. "Fuck me ... Fuck me good ... oh you feel so fucking good!" she screamed as he hammered her pussy hard.

Sandra felt his cock harden as he fucked her with forceful thrusts as he neared his climax. She didn't want this to end, but knew he was going to cum very soon. She pulled his face to hers again as she kissed him hard. "I can feel your cock growing," She told him as his pace quickened. "Cum inside me ... cum deep inside me, I want to feel your sperm fill me full." She told him as she held his face close to hers. "Tell me when you're going to cum." This pushed him over the top.

"I'm going to cum ... here it comes, oh god, I'm going to .... Cum." He said as his face tensed and he plunged his cock deep inside her, "I'm coming ... I'm coming deep inside you!"

Sandra felt him twitch as his seed blasted into her depths. His powerful stream warmed her womb as he filled her pussy full of sperm. She tensed and closed her eyes as she rolled thru another orgasm as she felt his cock spasm inside her, shooting load after load of his semen deep inside her womb.

Sandra opened her eyes as her trembling ceased and Tyrell eased his long member from her depths as he kissed her lightly on the lips. He lifted himself off her as her legs, "How did that compare to your fantasy?"

Sandra stood next to the couch as she gathered her delicate clothing, "The fantasy didn't do you justice," She looked up to him and smiled, "You ate a fantastic lover."

"I have to ask you, that ring on your finger ... your married?" he quizzed her as he tucked his shirt inside the pinstriped slacks.

Sandra held her hand out as she gazed at the shimmering diamond on her left hand. "Yes, my husband ..." She looked around the room as she contemplated her words carefully, "My husband ... he's in Virginia right now." She folded her dress over her arm and clenched the skimpy panties in her hand.

"So ... does he know what you're doing here?" Tyrell pulled his jacket over his shoulders.

"I think he might have a good idea," she turned her head toward the spiral stairs as she felt her eyes dampen, "But he knows I still love him, I hope."

They walked toward the hall as he took Sandra by the hand, "I suppose you're here just for the sex then, Tom must be paying you well."

Sandra felt her stomach churn as his words dawned on her; he thought she was a whore, a paid prostitute to perform lewd sex acts with the paying customers. "I need to clean up; I'll be there in a minuet." She said as she entered the bathroom smiling back at him and closing the door softly.

Bruce and Carl heaved the dead weight of their friend across the yard as they approached the barn. The brisk wind tossed dried leaves across the ground as they swirled in the air. As they entered the wooden framed building, Bruce directed them to an empty stall to the left. They eased the body to the ground as they sighed in relief. Bruce lit a small lantern as Carl sat on a bail of hay. The two men took deep breaths as they regained their strength. The wind howled thru the spacious barn as the two sat in silence. Bruce noticed Carl's eyes widen as he stared toward the rafters. He turned his head as he leaped to his feet at the strange sight. A misty haze swirled above the wooden beams as it swooped down near the two men.

"What the fuck is that!" Bruce screamed as the figure of a man dressed in a black suit with a tall black hat appeared in the fog.

The mirage dipped down as it collided with Carl's body, merging with him as he stumbled back a few steps. Bruce watched as his friend turned toward him, as his face snared sharply with a glowing hue surrounding his body. Carl picked up a large pitch fork and held it at Bruce. Bruce stammered to his feet as he backed away from his overcome friend. Carl tracked his movements as he growled boisterously, following his every step. Bruce stopped, as his path was blocked by the stalls. He turned and ran down the edge of the barn as Carl pursued. Bruce was corned as he backed into an empty stall as the radiant figure drew near. Carl followed him slowly as he maneuvered him to the end of the stall. Carl thrust the fork wildly as he buried the steel prongs deep into Bruce's chest. He stood and watched as his friend gurgled with pain as his lungs filled with blood. He stepped from the stall and climbed the ladder to the loft, as if he had a mission to perform. He picked up a long length of rope as he tossed the end over a rafter and tied the other end to a side beam that framed the large structure. He made a noose in the dangling end and pulled a bail of straw under the noose and climbed on top. He placed the rope around his neck, as he smiled, kicking the bail from under his feet. He kicked and twisted as his body flailed about, kicking madly as his breathing stopped. He twitched a few more times, then silence. His body swung side to side as the rope creaked from the strain. The misty haze emerged from his body as the man looked back. He smiled at the swinging carcass as he fled to the ceiling. The wind blew softly as the air engulfed the fog. An eerie silence filled the barn as the mist vanished, leaving the two bodies alone in their shame.

Tom was sitting on the couch with several of the buyers as they discussed what weapons he was offering when Tyrell entered the living room. He took his seat next to Ndale as he questioned the butler abut the M16's as he smiled at his associate. "When do we get to see the merchandise?"

"Follow me gentlemen," Tom stood as he led the men into the kitchen, "We'll get this business finished before Sandra distracts you again." He chuckled as they approached the doorway to the cellar.

Sandra gazed at her figure in the long mirror as she watched the white creamy fluid streak down her inner thighs. "Just a whore, that's what I've become. Tom wanted a little slut to perform for his friends as he played the host, and I was all too willing." She pondered to herself. She pulled a towel from the self and wiped the semen from between her legs. "What is wrong with me, how can I be letting this happen. Troy ... What will he think if he finds out what I did?" She pulled the tiny butterfly from her hair as she picked up a brush. "It's just a fantasy, that's all. They would take her anyway; they would all rape her if she didn't do it freely on her own. She had to do it, she had no choice." She brushed her hair and reformed the braids. "Troy would never know what she did, how could he? He was tied up to a bed, and he trusts me." She tied the butterfly at the end of the braids as she tossed her hair to her back. She placed the towel between her legs as she wiped the seeping fluid from her slit, as her eyes shimmered with a dark shade of green. "I have to finish this, don't listen to that other bitch, I'm the one in charge here, this is what I wanted. These men want me, they all want me. I will finish this, my fantasy is here, I will live it out, let it happen, finish it." She pulled her dress up her legs and snapped the little brass clasps. She smiled at herself and winked. "It's time." She slipped the tiny panties over her slender legs and tugged the thin string between her tush.

Sandra strolled into the kitchen as the last of the guests entered the doorway to the cellar as he closed the door with a thud. She walked to the leather cased bar and poured a tall glass of Brandy. She sat down in the plush sofa and sipped her drink as she waited for her friends to return.

Tom pried off the top from one of the crates, as he brushed the straw to one side. He pulled a large machine gun from the box and handed it to Ndale for his inspection. The gun was passed around the group as each set of buyers discussed there needs. After several minuets of deliberation, the price and quantity was decided as the men all shook hands with Tom.

"I'll be right there; I just need to check on something." Tom said as the men climbed the steps to the kitchen and the door slammed closed. "Where are you fuckers." Tom thought to him self as he searched the cellar for his friends. He opened the unlocked shutters that led to the side of the house. "They didn't come back, I'm sure Carl would have made sure the door was locked." He walked up the stairs and looked around the moon lit yard. "They might be in the barn," he tried to figure out the most reasonable path they would take with Juan's body. It's been several hours since he had last seen them, as they heaved the lifeless body of their comrade toward the hatch of the cellar. He noticed a light flickering thru the opening of the unbolted barn doors as he walked cautiously toward the wooden structure. He peered inside the opening as he pulled lightly on the heavy framed doors. He tensed as a scuffling sound came from the rafters as hay tricked down from the loft. He noticed Juan's body crumpled in a heap in one of the empty horse stalls as the light from a hanging kerosene lantern shimmered across his corpse. He shivered as a fear settled in the pit of his stomach. He crept inside as his eyes investigated the upper areas of the tall empty space. He inspected the vacant stalls as he inched his way along the edge of the barn.




Trapped Souls Ch. 05



As he reached the last booth, he froze with fright. Bruce was perched in the corner as a pool of blood surrounded his body. His mouth gaped open as his eyes stared motionless toward the upper loft. A long wooden handle erected from his stiffening body as the steel fingers of the rusty pitch fork embedded his chest. Tom's body flushed with fear as he struggled to contain his emotions. "What the fuck is happening? Where was his brother? Somebody killed his friend and now Carl was no where to be found, was he dead too." Swirls of imaginary thoughts expanded Tom's mind. He kneeled beside the open gate of the bloody stall as his body trembled.

Tom's head snapped around as he heard something skirmish over his head as the dusty straw floated from the loft. "Carl?" He cried out as he crawled toward the handmade ladder that rose upward from the floor. He stood as he gripped the splintery steps and carefully pulled his feet onto the bottom step. He edged him self slowly up the wooden rungs as his head peeked thru the hatch. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he peered into the loft. "Carl?" He spoke softly, hoping to hear a response from his brother. Tom stopped as his fingers clenched the wooden bar. His body quivered and his fears embellished his soul as his vision zoomed to the end of the loft. "Carl!" He shouted as he pulled his heavy frame thru the opening to the loft. He scrambled to his feet and sprinted down the length of the loft. He cried out as he neared the still figure that slowly twisted in mid air. He gripped his brothers' feet and legs as he lifted and whimpered. Carl's body turned and folded as the roped creaked with Tom's added weight. The noose tightened around his neck as Tom sobbed at his brothers' feet. "Who in the fuck would do this?" He yelled out loud as he sat on the floor and cried. He looked at the rope, tied in a heavy knot at the side of the barn. He stood and grasped the knot and slowly untied it. Carl's body fell to the floor with a heavy thud. He pulled his brothers' head to his lap as he rocked slowly as he wept. Suddenly Tom heard a clanging sound from below. He quickly stood as he peered over the railing.

Troy awoke as the sounds of music thumped thru the walls of the room. He could hear laughter bellow from the hall. "What the hell," He pulled on the ropes as he struggled to free himself. "They're having a fucking party?" He yanked and tugged as he twisted his body. He heard a scream, muffled to a low moan, but it was a scream. His wife, that was his wife, she was in danger. He franticly twisted and turned, trying to pull his hands free. He heard a laughter, not like the sounds from below, from inside the room. He froze as he listened as the laughter grew nearer. The misty fog reappeared in the corner of the room. Troy pulled himself back as the swirls took form. The old man was back, dressed in a black suit with a tall black hat. He stood next to Troy as he laughed at him. Then he frowned madly. He pointed to the door and said something, but Troy heard nothing. The old mans mouth moved violently as he tried to say something, but it was all muffled. The man paced furiously as he walked side to side. Then he stood over Troy and the mist formed around his wrist. The rope tugged as the knot loosened. He was going to set him free, free to save his wife. Suddenly the figure floated to the ceiling and lunged at Troy. He felt a jolt as the dense fog crashed into him. Troy felt a numbness fill his body as the misty haze surrounded his soul.

Troy's body shimmered with a hazy glow as he pulled his hand free from the loosened knot. He untied his bound limbs as he sat upright, his gazed fixed in front of him. He grunted softly as he pushed his body from the bed. He walked quietly to the closet and opened the folding door. He pulled a brown leather bag from the shallow wardrobe and laid it across the char. He tugged the zipper as he slid it down the dusty sack. He opened the bag and pulled a dingy black suit from the folds. He pulled off the kidnappers clothes and dressed in the old antique suit. His body shivered as he sensed a feeling of daja vu. He smiled a creepy grin as he walked to the door and opened it. His wife would pay for her infidelity, she's been fucking half the town, and this time she went too far. No woman of his was going to make a fool out of him. She would get hers tonight.

Sandra stood smiling as the guests entered the spacious living room. The music echoed thru the room as they gathered around the bar and poured their glasses full of alcohol. Jamar took Sandra in his arms as she tossed a cheer with Benny. Her body groped by several hands as she swayed her hips with the tempo of the song. "So what were you two doing all alone?" Ndale asked her as he pulled her dress to her hips and slipped his hand between her legs. "I hope you intend to share that with us too." He said caressing her slit as she opened her legs. "I think it's about time you lost the outfit and let us see what we've been playing with all night."

"You want to do it right here?" She asked as she smiled slyly, placing her hands behind her head and giving him full access to her body. "Or should we go upstairs for some privacy?"

The men surrounded her as Jamar eased her dress further up her body. "I think we all want to do you right here," He insisted as he placed his hands on the little brass clasps and snapped them open. Her dress fell to her waist as her bare breast caught their stares.

Jamar pulled the thin dress down her body as she stepped from the garment. He placed his fingers under the waistband and pulled them gently down her legs as her pussy came into view. "I just love a shaved pussy." He remarked as he pulled her panties from her feet and tossed them across the room.

Ndale picked her up in his arms and carried her to the couch and laid her tenderly across the sofa. Jamar quickly disrobed and crawled between her legs as he mounted her body. Sandra took his cock in her hand as she guided his dark shaft to her pussy. He thrust forward as he buried his ten inches inside her stretched hole. He pumped her wildly as Benny pulled his pants to his knees and offered his cock to her mouth. Sandra opened her lips as he slipped his cock into her mouth. He pushed his stubby cock down her throat as it disappeared. She sucked Benny's pole as Jamar fucked her hard. She moaned and whimpered thru her stuffed mouth as the two men used her willing body for their pleasure. Jamar gripped her tits as he slammed in and out of her. She moaned loudly as he clenched them tightly. She placed her hands on his as he kneaded her fleshy mounds as she stroked the back of his hands. She squeezed his hands as he tightened his grip, causing her to let out a muffled scream as she felt the pleasant pain from his harsh treatment. Sandra's body quivered as she tensed and shuttered. Her climax built as the two men forcefully took her as they wished. She came hard, moaning loudly as Benny's cock slipped in and out of her throat.

"She fucking coming." Benny said as he felt his balls tighten. "She's fucking loving this shit." He held the back of her head as he held his cock in her throat as he came. Sandra felt the steamy fluid shoot past her tonsils as he pumped his sperm down her throat.

Benny pulled his spent cock from her mouth as Ndale approached her with his massive black cock as he placed the head at her lips. She opened wide as he pushed the head past her lips. Jamar tensed as he plunged into her pussy and came deep inside her. She felt the rush of his seed flooding her womb as he held his pole inside her. He withdrew as Sandra pulled her head off the huge knob that was wedged in her mouth. "I want you to fuck me with that huge cock of yours" She said as Jamar climbed from the couch. Ndale was all too happy to comply as he positioned his frame between her legs as he entered her used hole. He sank his cock deep with the first stroke as she let out a whimper. He started fucking her hard as she spread her legs wide.

Steve fed his long pale cock in her mouth as she allowed it to slip down her throat as he humped her face. Ndale pounded her with each stroke as she took his entire length with ease. The two men gathered their rhythm as they matched each others stroke, plowing in her at the same time. Her body trembled as she took the two cocks in each end as she came endlessly. She whimpered loudly as she felt the waves of pleasure rip thru her body. Steve quickened his pace as Ndale picked up his pace, as the two men fucked her body hard. Sandra's breast heaved back and forth as they jarred her body with their thrusts. She grunted loudly as the two cocks impaled her simultaneously as she gripped the soft material of the sofa. They heaved into her as Ndale began to grunt, his face tightened as he plunged his cock in her depths and held his pelvis to her body as he came. Steve pumped her several times as he watched Ndale fill her pussy with his cum. He tensed and pulled his cock from her throat and came inside her mouth, she swallowed the sperm as fast as she could as semen seeped from her mouth as he overfilled her. She gulped several times as he filled her mouth repeatedly with each pulse of his cock.

The two men dismounted her as she was pulled from the couch and placed on her hands and knees in front of the sofa. Sam kneeled in front of her as he guided his cock into her mouth. She took his long slender cock down her throat as he fucked her mouth. Shawn crawled behind her as he placed his thick nine inch cock inside her pussy as he sank it completely in her depths. He pulled it back and rested the slimy head to her anus and eased it in her ass as she whined as her ass stretched to accommodate his girth. He fucked her with short slow strokes, smoothly sliding his cock deeper and deeper in her bowels. He grabbed her hips as he slid his cock deeper with each stroke. Sam held her head as he rocked back and forth, fucking her throat with his long cock.

Sandra tried to grip the hard flooring as she felt the burning sensation in her ass. Shawn was pounding her ass with his large cock as Sam slid his long shaft in and out her mouth. She felt his scrotum slap the bottom of her chin with each stroke. She remained motionless as the two men brutally used her. Her throat began to burn from the friction as Sam quickened his pace. Her body tensed as she felt another shuttering orgasm flutter thru her body. She began to shake as she whimpered loudly. "That's it baby, cum for us!" Benny yelled as she trembled violently. "Show us how much you like it."

Shawn planted his cock deep inside her as he came with her. They both grunted as his sperm filled her ass. Sam wasn't far behind as he dumped his load in her mouth, forcing her to swallow his semen as she came. The two men pulled their cocks from her body as she took deep breaths, she was exhausted.

Sandra was lifted to her feet by the two remaining men as her limber body was held in place by one of them. Marcus sat on the couch as Darnell tuned her to face him. His cock was huge as it stood fully erect and pointed upward. She gasped as she was pushed on to his lap as she straddled his pole. She took the thick cock and placed it to her gaping hole as she lowed herself on the massive head. The men all watched as she slid the entire length inside her pussy as she sat on his thighs. Darnell placed his head to her ass as he slid his huge black cock up her ass. The two men forced her up and down on their cocks, as she cried out with pleasure. She trembled in their hands as she shuttered thru wave after wave of orgasms. They thrust her body up and down as they fucked their cocks with her body. She was whimpering as their cocks bored her holes hard as they slammed her down, stretching her orifices wide and deep.

Sandra felt her ass go numb as Darnell gripped her hips and forced his cock deep inside her. She sensed his climax as he grunted loudly and held his cock deep in her bowels as he came. His cock slithered from her hole as she started fucking her pussy up and down on Marcus. His massive cock slid in and out of her pussy as the men watched in amazement. Sperm oozed from her ass with each thrust as the huge cock filled her body. Sandra felt his body tense as his cock hardened. She increased her tempo as her own orgasm started. She screamed out as she started to cum. He placed his hands on her hips as she heaved her body up and down. She shook vigorously as the wave rippled thru her body. Marcus pushed her down on his cock and added his sperm to her womb. She shuttered madly as they came together.

Sandra rolled off of Marcus's lap as she sprawled her used body out on the sofa. The men gawked at her spent holes as sperm streamed from them. She held her eyes closed as she took hard long breaths. Sweat dripped down her belly as she displayed her used body to them. Sandra lay quietly as the men stared at the little slut she had become. She felt a sense of accomplishment as she surrounded herself in sexual bliss.

Tom trembled as he noticed the lantern swinging side to side. He tried to see who was in the barn as he leaned over the railing. Suddenly he saw a figure form before his eyes. It started as a swirl of haze, but quickly took shape as a hand reached out and stopped the lantern in mid flight. He watched in fright as the knot that held the lantern handle slowly maneuvered itself loose. The lantern dropped to the floor as he heard a loud laughter fill the silence. The glass smashed as it hit the hard dirt and scattered in all directions. Flames flew in a wide circle as Tom watch in sheer fright. He sprinted to the hatch as he scrambled to the ladder as fire rose quickly thru out the barn. He dropped to the floor as the sweltering fire formed all around him. He covered his face and ran thru a thin section. The flames grew as he entered the blaze as it engulfed his body. He fell to the floor as his clothes flared in a fiery blaze. He rolled violently as he screamed. His skin melted as the heat increased around him. His movements ceased as he was consumed by the flames. His body quickly turned to ash.

As Sandra displayed her naked used body before the strange men she felt a cool breeze flutter across her nude body. She opened her eyes to see the men all scampering around. She noticed her husband standing in the entry way to the kitchen. His body glistened in a gray haze as he stood silently as the nine men scurried toward the foyer. She smiled as her green eyes sparkled. "What's the matter my dear husband, you missing something?" She screamed as she sat up and spread her legs wide. "See what I've been giving away ... all your pussy." She laughed as she stood as a hazy fog surrounded her figure.

"You fucking bitch ... you fucking whore!" He screamed as he walked to the fireplace and pulled the poker from the pit. "I'll kill you before you make a fucking fool out of me again!"

Sandra's body suddenly collapsed as her misty eyes turned blue just before they closed. The gray swirling mist rose from her body and drifted into the air as it formed into a woman, infuriated as she swooped across the room. "You fucking hypocrite, you've been sleeping with every woman in town!" she screamed as she dashed from side to side.

Troy shuttered as the glowing entity forced itself from his body as it rose to the ceiling and lunged toward the woman. "You are my wife! You don't tell me what I have done!" He screamed as the two forms gripped each other and swirled in circles.

Troy crawled to Sandra as he pulled off his coat and placed it around her naked body. He quickly scooped her up in his arms and ran toward the large arch leading into the foyer as he heard a loud crash. He turned to see fire fill the room. He tucked Sandra in his arms and dashed for the front door, kicking the seam in the middle of the wooden frame as it splintered, releasing the hasp as the doors swung open. He sprinted to the old pick-up parked at the front entrance and pulled the passenger door open as he sat his wife in the seat, eying the keys in the ignition. Fire bellowed from the upper window of the foyer as he closed her door and ran around the front of the truck and climbed behind the wheel. A huge explosion rumbled from the house as he turned the key and floored the accelerator. He tore thru the yard as he noticed flame rolling from the rafters of the barn. He pulled on to the cobblestone path as the tires screeched on the rocks. The engine roared as he saw the gate. It was open as he remembered the motor home turning right into the driveway. He pulled the steering wheel to the left as the truck slid sideways onto the road. He pulled the wheel back to the right as the truck tossed and turned as it slid to the left and around the curve. He floored the accelerator as he drove thru the town, not slowing until he came to the main road. He turned to the left and headed to the next town.