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Gangster Captive Ch. 1

By: Jigs



Mae awoke in a daze, not at all sure where she was. The last thing she remembered was opening the door to a pair of strangers, of being grabbed and forced back against the wall, and just starting a scream when a wad of very pungent cotton was forcibly held over her mouth and nose. “Ether, it must have been ether,” she thought as she fought to clear the cobwebs from her head. 

Where was she now? Out of her haze Mae recognized the crack in the ceiling overhead. She must be on her back in her own bed. She tried to swing her legs over the bed side and sit up. No way! Her ankles were tied together and then tethered to the foot board. Her wrists were likewise bound with her hands useless on her abdomen. 

She was able to lift her head, however, and across the room she found her husband Jack, and her eighteen year old daughter Cindy, tied and gagged in a pair straight back chairs. Cindy was sobbing quietly. Jack was staring at her wide eyed, as if trying to tell her something, but all Mae could make out were indecipherable muffled grunts. 

Mae could turn her head far enough to see the bedroom door over her left shoulder. The door opened just as she looked, and a man she had never seen before came in from the hall. 

"What are you doing here? What do you want? LET US GO!"

Mae struggled against ropes that held her captive even as she screamed at the stranger. The knots were tight, and her effort was as futile as the questions she fired at the stranger. 

The man brushed aside her questioning with a taunting sarcasm. "Well, good afternoon Mrs. Anderson. Did you have a nice nap? Its not polite for the hostess to fall asleep like that when she has guests." 

He walked toward her as he spoke, and two other men followed him into the room. Despite her confusion, Mae was focused enough to concentrate on a description of these people. Later on that could be important. 

Mae began with a head count of her enemy. There were three of them in the room, and from down the hall, she could hear other voices, and the TV. More of these people were certainly elsewhere in the house. Two of the three she could see were dressed in nondescript white T-shirts, and well worn, not very clean, denim pants. 

The third man, the one who spoke to her, also wore a T-shirt and blue denim pants, but he also had on a denim jacket. Unlike his companions, however, his pants, like his jacket, were new, clean and neat, and the fade in the fabric was from the factory rather than from washing and hard wear. 

Of the other two, one was very big and very black with fat Negroid lips and a thin mustache. Nothing else stood out about him as far as Mae could see, and anyway, all black men looked pretty much alike to Mae. The last man to enter the room was sandy haired, of medium height and build, undistinguished in any significant way except for the tattoo of a globe and anchor on the back of his right hand. An ex-marine, Mae wondered, or had he merely stolen the symbol to brag about his macho?

"We're going to be your guests for a while, Ms Anderson. I know we showed up on short notice. I only hope you don't mind." 

Mr. denim jacket was talking again now, interrupting Mae’s inventory of her captors. Denim Jacket snickered at his sarcasm as if he had said something that was truly funny. There was not, however, anything merry in his cold ice blue eyes. In her desperation Mae lifted her head again to look to look around her. Her husband, however, could only stare back at his wife with eyes filled with desperation. 

The man in the jacket was big, easily six foot four or five inches tall, maybe 260 pounds, and very muscular. Standing by her bed, he loomed over Mae the way a cruise liner would dwarf a fishing trawler. Probably a weight lifter, Mae guessed. He had a well trimmed beard, and he wore his blond hair long, just touching his shoulders. Both his beard and his heavy mane of hair were clean and neatly brushed. Altogether Mae decided his appearance was too perfect, too carefully tailored, for any reason other than to flatter his ego. 

Mae could smell the heavy musky odor of a strong after shave. Why would a man with a beard use an after shave Mae wondered, and as warm as it was, why was he wearing a jacket? The perfume, and the neat clothes, the form fitting jacket despite the hot weather, and stylish hair, everything suggested to Mae that this was a man who was probably quite vain about his macho good looks. Most likely, he fancied himself a lady killer. Mae’s guess at his personality almost brought a wry smile to her lips. ‘Lady killer,’ was he? Considering the circumstances, Mae wondered at her unfortunate description. 

Mae wiggled frantically on the bed trying to slide away from the reach of Mr. denim Jacket. It was fruitless. With her feet tied to the foot board, her freedom of movement was limited to her upper body only. With one hand Mr. jacket grabbed her by an upper arm, and jerked her shoulders abruptly back toward him. With the other he took a cruel hold across her cheeks, pinching them together, forcing her mouth into an unnatural pout. Mae let out a squeal through tortured lips, and tried to pull away, but it was no use. The man was bending over her now, his beard right in her face, nose to nose, as it were. 

His voice had a sharp commanding edge to it as spoke. 

"Listen to me lady, and listen good! You might as well get used to me because my friends and I are going to lay low here for a day or two. Your quiet little ranch will do as well as any for a hideout. Just remember that while we’re here, I’m the boss. Do as I say and you and I will get along. Getting along is important. You stay alive that way. You got that?" 

He laughed at her evilly as he threw her head back onto the bed, and stood up without moving away, however. 

Mae’s confusion and curiosity was greater than her fear. She wanted to know so much more than he had told her. She was crying a little now, but through the tears, she was able to fire questions at her captor. 

"Who are you? What are you doing here, and why do you have us all tied up? What are you going to do with us?" 

Apparently she had asked for more information than was welcome. Angrily the stranger slammed his open hand viciously against the headboard, narrowly missing her head. His other hand snaked out and grabbed her by her arm once more, but harder this time, digging his fingers through the robe into flesh and muscle. With a yank he snatched her upper body to a sitting position on the bed. 

He glared fiercely at her as he shouted, "Shut the fuck up, bitch! We not playing twenty questions here. Your life depends on making me happy, and that’s all you need to know. Kapeesh? When things settle down, we’ll be moving on. Keep your mouth shut, do as you’re told, and you may even live to see us leave." 

With that outburst, the threatening man once more shoved her again flat of her back on the bed. Was he really angry, or was he just trying to scare her? Mae couldn’t tell, but it was only a matter of seconds until his demeanor abruptly changed back to the sour smile with which he had entered the room. He stooped over her once more, this time resting his weight on his hands compressing the mattress on both sides of where Mae lay helpless. Seconds ticked by as he peered deeply into his captive’s eyes as if trying to read her mind. Gently, almost paternally, he reached to wipe away a tear from her cheek. 

For what seemed an eternity to Mae, the two of them remained frozen that way. Eventually, however, denim jacket’s gaze shifted downward roaming over her body from head to toe in open admiration of this tall dark lovely woman that fate had delivered into his hands. Gently he unbuttoned the front of her robe and pulled the lapels apart to reveal the brief frilly nightgown underneath. 

Finally he spoke again. His voice was no longer angry and hostile. Instead, his words were mockingly complimentary. 

"My-oh-my little lady, don't you look nice?" 

Mae closed her eyes and tried to shy away from her gawking tormentor, but the there was no place to hide. The turn of her shoulders only shifted her full breasts enticingly under her the thin nylon of her nightgown. Altho she could not bring herself look, Mae could feel his fingers as they probed down the cleft of her ample cleavage. Casually, as if it was his right to do so, his hard hands went on to feel her breasts through the nylon, and then to explore her belly and legs, also from outside her nighty. 

Apparently pleased with his quick inventory, denim jacket pulled an 8 inch folding knife out of his pocket. A flick of his wrist, and the spring loaded switch blade sprang open with a ominous click. For a moment Mae was certain that he was going to cut her throat, but instead he only slashed through the ropes that anchored her bound ankles to the bed. Then powerful arms yanked her from the bed like a rag doll, and let her drop in a seated sprawl onto the floor with her back resting against the side of the bed. 

Still tied hand and foot, the poor woman could only look up helplessly at the Goliath that towered over her. He stood there arrogantly, his features contorted into an ugly mocking sneer as he insolently reached down to squeeze her breast again. This time his hands were inside of her night gown 

"You’ve got a lot to learn lady. See your husband over there, lookin’ daggers at me for grabbing a feel of your tits. Don’t you believe it! I used to run a whore house, and I know all about spoiled little rich boys, and how they get their rocks off. Up at the top of that list is showing off their wives’ goodies to strangers.”

Mae began to cry harder, almost wailing, but denim Jacket only grinned that evil grin and continued to taunt his helpless victim. 

“You never knew that before did you Lady? Well it’s true! What do you want to bet that prissy hubby of yours is getting a hard-on right now watching me play with your boobs?” 

Mae was certain that none of that was true of her Jack. There was nothing her husband could do to help her, but that certainly didn’t mean he got a thrill out of watching her body being felt and mauled by this brute. Indeed, she wished with all her heart that Jack wasn’t here to see this, any of it. If she was going to be raped, she would much prefer to deal with it on her own. She felt certain that her loving husband would understand that whatever she might be forced to do, she was only trying to save their lives. Still, she couldn’t help herself from looking over at him eyes pleading forgiveness. 

Jack understood perfectly what she was trying to tell him, and he went ballistic. Tears were running down his cheeks, and he began to strain against his ropes, fighting with all his strength to free himself. Denim jacket looked over at the struggling husband, and with cold threat in his voice warned him. 

"Quiet whimp, while I show your spoiled little bitch of a wife what a real man can do. Once I’ve had a woman, she never fails to beg me for more."

Mae was sitting up by now, and had just started to open her mouth in denial, when the stranger slapped her hard across her face with his open hand. The blow knocked her head against the bed sideboard, and cut her protest so short that it almost didn’t get out of her mouth at all. It was just then when a woman’s voice came from the other room. "Bart, come here! look! We're on TV." 

The brazen fondling of Mae’s breasts could wait. Denim jacket and his black pal were abruptly out the door and headed for the TV set in living room. She heard denim jacket yell from the hallway for his friends to turn up the volume. The TV sound immediately went to full blast, and Mae could hear the news report quite clearly. The TV news was about a shoot out at a local bank late last night. Before they were discovered, the robbers had blown the vault, and they had eventually made off with a large but as yet unknown amount of cash and securities. A policeman and a bank guard had been killed in the exchange of gunfire. An as yet unidentified man presumed to be one of the robbers had been dropped off later at a local hospital emergency room seriously wounded, but he had died during the night. 

Mae, still sprawled on the floor where her tormentor had left her, looked over at Jack and Cindy. The news on the TV hadn’t sounded very hopeful. These men were killers who had already left a trail of dead bodies behind them. In her despair, Mae thought that it was unlikely they would leave any witnesses alive at the Anderson house either. 

Could she or Jack escape? It didn’t seem likely, at least not for the moment. Not only were both still tied, but even in the excitement about the TV report, the sandy haired man with the tattooed hand had stayed behind to watch over them. He meant business too. He caught Jack working to loosen the ropes that bound his hands. Mr. Tattooed Hand not only told him to stop it, he enforced his order by putting the barrel of his gun against Jack’s temple. Jack quieted under the threat, and except for the sound of Cindy’s sobs, a silence of impending doom fell over the room. 

A babble voices and laughter came from the living room as the TV news report ended. The gang members were debating whether to try to hide out on the Anderson ranch, and if so, what to do with their captives. The man who had opened Mae’s robe was the one named Bart. He was apparently the gang leader, at least he was doing most of the talking, and his vote seemed to count for more than any of the others. Mae couldn’t quite make out what they decided, but she was afraid she already knew what she and her family could expect from Bart and his murderous mob. 

Suddenly the loud laughter of approval rang out from the other room. A decision must have been reached because soon afterwards Bart, if that really was his name, came back into the bedroom alone. 

“Well, you probably heard that, didn't you?" he asked. "It seems the heat is on big time. We will just have to stay put here for a little longer than we thought. You’ll get used to having us around. I’m for sure going to do my best to get used to you Mrs. Anderson." 

With that, he began to hum sarcastically under his breath the show tune “Getting to Know You, Getting to Know You,” laughing a little at what Mae could only guess was something unpleasant he had planned for her. Clearly something was on his mind besides the obvious decision to keep on using the small Anderson ranch as his hideout. He walked up to Mr. Tattooed Hand standing guard, and under his breath, told him to “get lost.”

As Mr. tattoo hand left, Bart called out to him. "And, oh yeah, post a lookout on the porch. Tell everybody to leave me alone in here until I call for you. I'm going to be busy with a private matter." 

Jack could read the evil undertone in Bart’s voice, and he caught the drift of were things would be headed from here. Again he began to struggle and squirm in his bonds, trying to yell at this Bart, but all that came through his gag was muffled moans. 

Bart paid no attention to Jack or his protests, but instead he turned to Mae. “Yeah, one way or the other we're going to get really well acquainted here. The question is, how are we going to do that. Are we going to be friends?” 

As he spoke, Bart shifted his eyes purposefully to where Cindy was bound hand and foot to her chair. Still in her night gown, one strap had fallen down to display a young teen breast and a pert ruby red nipple.

Then, staring back into Mae’s eyes, he asked, “How friendly are YOU going to be bitch?" 

What exactly was this murderous beast hinting at Mae wondered? He was threatening her daughter to compel Mae’s cooperation, she knew that much, but what specifically was the threat? Rape? Torture? Murder? All three? 

Mae remembered the news report, and she knew that whatever he was thinking, he wasn't bluffing. Killing people was certainly something this gangster had done before, and was not afraid to do again. Rape would be only hesitation step along the way, and not very important one in the larger scheme of this man’s probable criminal history. 

Mae knew she had little choice but to go along with whatever he wanted of her. Still, it was worth a try to appeal to his humanity, if indeed this monster had any. Mae did her best. She began to beg and plead for she and her family to be left alone. She promised that he and his friends were welcome to stay. She and her family would not try to escape, and she vowed that even after they left, no one would ever be told they had been in their house. 

“Please,” she begged, “There is no need to hurt anybody.” 

Bart said nothing in response. He walked over to Cindy, and stood behind the chair she was tied to. He reached out and put one hand on her shoulders. With the other he began to play with the girl’s bare breast. 

"Hiding out, cooped up this way and all, gets pretty boring. The boys and I are gonna’ need some diversion, some entertainment. You have a very pretty little daughter here, I'm sure she could help us pass the time for the next few days." 

Mae screamed out her plea. "NO, LEAVE HER ALONE! LEAVE HER ALONE PLEASE!" 

Cindy was crying harder now, her tears streaming down her cheeks, and soaking into the material of her gag. 

"Please." Mae pleaded. "Don't do that to my Cindy, PLEASE. You can take me instead. I’ll do anything you say, I’ll give you what you want, but please don’t do anything to my daughter." 

Bart backed away, and looked at Bill. "What about it hubby? Think she means it? Is she really going to do whatever I want? Do you think she is putting her cute little twat on the line because she loves her daughters, or is it because she’s hungry for some of Bart’s prime meat?" 

Jack was furious, senselessly, uselessly trying to kick and scream. His ropes were cutting into his wrists and ankles, but he felt no pain above his rage and fear. Bart just laughed at Jack and his frustration. 

“Oh stop your bull shit! You’re wife is one good looking piece of ass. You’ll get your rocks off watching a good looking woman like that put out, even if it is your wife.., especially because she’s your wife. And don’t worry about her, old Bart is here. She’s gonna’ have even more fun than you do. Just wait and see.”

Mae spoke up again to Bart, pleading with him. 

"I beg you, please, don't make me do this. We won't do anything." Bart laughed again, and walked over to Mae’s side of the bed. 

"You're wrong. You will do something.., something for me..., beg to do it in fact, Mrs. Anderson. By the way, what is your first name?" 

Mae told him her name softly, so softly Bart couldn’t hear, and he repeated the question.

"Mae, my name is Mae." 

He held the gun to her head. "Pretty name Mae. Well listen up Mae. Your life depends on it. If I was so disposed, we could all rape you, and your daughter too. Then, in a couple of days after we all got our rocks off good, we could shoot you all, and leave your bodies behind to rot. By the time they found you, we’d be miles away”

Bart paused to let what he had said sink in. 

“Or,” he continued, “if you will be a good girl, we could work out a deal, a deal that will let you all live. You see, I don’t want my women fighting me when I fuck ‘em. Rape is not nearly so good as screwing a woman who is willing to learn. I never had a woman yet who couldn’t learn to enjoy my prick if she started out the right way, or once she learned, who didn’t want it again, even beg me for it. Willing to learn, and enthusiasm, those are the keys to what were ‘gonna’ do here.” 

“You think you can be enthusiastic and willing to learn Mae? Or not? The choice is yours."

All the while Bart was talking, he was making threatening gestures, trying to raise the level of her fear. First he would press his gun barrel against Mae’s head, then he would point it at her husband, then at her daughter, and finally he would shove it tight up against her temple again. Mae was certain he was going to kill somebody in front of her just to make his point. The poor woman broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. 


Gangster Captive Ch. 1



"Please, let us live, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt us." 

“But, are you willing to learn,” he asked?

“I don’t have much choice do I,” she thought to herself bitterly, but out loud she answered exactly as he wanted. 

“Yes, I am willing to learn.”

“Will you be enthusiastic about it,” he probed further. 

“Yes I will do my best to be enthusiastic.”

“Promise?” he insisted.

“Yes I promise,” the defeated woman replied.

Bart smiled broadly. Fear was such a powerful thing. A little threatening, and he was already halfway home in controlling this woman. Confidently he turned, walked to the door and opened it, calling loudly for his gang to join him in the bedroom. One by one they filtered in. 

Bart had played this game before. The first step in taming this stuck up yuppie bitch was to make her deathly afraid. He had done that. His next step would be to humble and shame her until in her fear and confusion, she surrendered to him. Her eventual submission was as certain as rain He was proud of his technique, and how quickly he could force an otherwise proud woman to her knees, quivering before his cock. So absolutely certain was he of success, Bart could not resist showing off to his gang how he could turn this proper little housewife into his slut. 

Mae counted six of them now, five men, including Bart, and one woman. The woman must be the one Bart had referred to sometimes as Katherine, and sometimes as Kate. She was very pretty. A tall auburn haired woman, full bosomed but not at all trashy, and quite well dressed in an expensive blouse and slacks matched set, she seemed entirely out of place with these thugs. The woman held back at the doorway, seemingly reluctant to take part in whatever was about to happen but remaining close enough to satisfy Bart that she was present and accounted for. Everyone was waited for Bart to speak. 

"We have just made a deal here,” he announced. “The lady of the house here has agreed to give me anything I want, just so’s I don't hurt her family." 

Laughter filled the room. Mae’s heart sank. Were they laughing because of what Bart would make her do, or because they knew that in the end he would kill her and her family no matter what? Jack was still now, exhausted from his efforts to get free. Cindy was quiet in her chair as if in a daze. 

Mae’s eyes filled with tears as she wondered what this bastard’s ‘deal’ would include. What did this bastard have in mind? He meant to fuck her certainly, but what besides a simple piece of ass was on his menu? 

Mae did not have long to wait before she began to find out the details of her deal with the devil. Bart squatted by the side of the half dressed woman still sprawled on the floor. He lifted her chin, forcing her to stare directly into his cold eyes.

"You have things to think about now, Mae. You have just taken your family’s life into your own hands. Do you understand that?" 

Mae was unable to speak, or even nod. Her lower jaw was frozen in place by the force of his hand under her chin and the desperate dagger fear in her heart. 

Bart continued, however, apparently assuming her silence was an affirmative answer. 

"With that in mind Mae, do you think I could untie you, and trust you to behave yourself?" 

Again, Mae tried unsuccessfully to nod her head, but again Bart took her lack of reply as a “yes.” 

"Jimbo, untie the bitch," Bart commanded. 

Mr. Tattooed Hand who seemed to be Bart’s first lieutenant walked over to loosen the ropes that restrained her hands and feet. As Jimbo finished, and let her go, Mae reached an arm out toward Jack. He was much to far away for her to actually touch him, but she did want him to know that she loved him, and knew he would come to her aid if he could. The reality was, however, that Jack might as well have been on the far side of the moon for all the good he could do for her. 

Bart grabbed her firmly by her reaching hand, and pulled her to her feet. "You won’t be needing him any more bitch. I will be taking care of you from here on out, better than you have ever been taken care of in you life.” 

There was that evil laugh again before he turned to the red headed woman and added, “Isn’t that right Katherine?”

The woman by the door blushed a little but she was quick to agree. “I’m sure it is Bart!”

Bart began to pull open Mae’s robe, slowly as if expecting some resistance, but all the while ready to remind her of their ‘deal.’ It pleased him that this terrified but proud woman let him have his way without shrinking away from him. He held the robe open for long moments, enjoying what he saw, and delaying the inevitable to torment his helpless victim. Finally he slid the long garment from her shoulders, and Mae submissively let it fall from her arms onto the floor. 

Mae’s nightgown was short and wrinkled. It rode up high on her thighs and barely covered patch of black pubic hair that could be seen as a dark shadow through the thin fabric. In the back, her nighty was even shorter. Mae had been sweating in her fear, and the brief nylon was stuck to her damp skin high up on her buttocks, outlining the curves of her ass, and leaving the V between her legs exposed from behind. 

“She's not half bad, is she Jimbo?" Bart asked, speaking directly at his lieutenant who was standing behind Mae admiring the back of her firm muscular thighs, and the bit of her slit that could be seen compressed tightly between them. 

“She’s a piece all right, Bart” Jimbo agreed. “Look at those legs and that ass. With legs and a butt like that, I’ll bet she can the squeeze cum right out of a man.” 

"Is that right hubby?” Bart asked turning to Jack who was staring angrily at him from his chair. “When you’re in the saddle, does this little bitch of yours wrap her legs around you and squeeze to get herself off on your dick?” 

Jack could answer only with an agonized groan through his gag. 

Then turning back to Mae, Bart’s voice hardened. “All right bitch, let’s all have a look at what you’ve got under that little gown of yours. Take it off." 

Bart watched intently, waiting to see if she would to give in to his mastery. Stripping herself upon his command was an important step toward the brainwashed obedience he meant for her to ultimately accept. Mae was trembling uncontrollably, looking at her husband as if asking him to tell her what she should do. Always a shy woman, she just couldn’t face the prospect of standing nude before the leering eyes of this group of gangsters. But then, if she didn’t do what this man wanted, what would happen to her daughter? What would happen to all of them? Jack couldn’t help her. Nobody could! 

She saw Jack close his tear filled eyes, refusing to watch his wife’s humiliation. Bart too saw Jack refuse to watch his wife being abused, and he was quick to order him to open his eyes. To make sure, he sent Jimbo over with the instruction to pistol whip the husband if he closed his eyes or looked away from his wife again. 

"What's the matter hubby dear, haven't you seen your wife naked with the lights on before?" 

Bart had a broad sneer on his face as he laughed at his own question, and with the sneer turning to a dark frown, he looked back over at Mae. 

"WELL? Are you going to do what I said, or do we just end this right here?" 

There was no way out! Mae pushed the straps of her nighty down, and let it fall from her body into a ball around her feet. She stood naked before them all, her husband, her young daughter, and the six strangers. She was on the edge of panic now, and tears were running down her cheeks. With one hand at her crotch, and an arm across her breasts, she tried her best to cover herself, but Bart grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her. 

“And, keep them there!” was his initial command, but then he changed his mind. "No bitch, better yet, put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together.” 

Bart took three steps back and leaned against the wall as he admired his handiwork. “Damn woman, you are one good looking bitch, even better than I thought you'd be.” 

It was true. Mae Anderson was a truly handsome woman, a really extraordinarily one, considering she was in her mid thirties and had born a child. Long Jet black hair framed a classically beautiful face. Tall, dark, and willowy with long muscular legs, and a narrow waist that testified to hours of perspiration in the gym. Her belly may not have been as flat as it was before she delivered her baby, but the tiny roll that remained below her belly button was only the hint of motherhood rather than the fat of a middle age bulge. 

Above the waist Mae was even prettier. Her breasts rode high and full on a broad rib cage, each one capped with a large red aureole and a long nipple. The very slight sag that hinted of her age made them no less attractive. Indeed the slight drop of her tits made her even more sexy and enticing, suggesting as it did that this was a mature female whose natural passions were well honed on the whetstone of experience. 

Bart could not resist this luscious female body that was his for the taking. He ran his fingers slowly over the long nipples, and with a mind of their own, each nub responded immediately to his stimulation. Bart whistled in appreciation. 

“You’re a lucky guy Jack,” he commented to Mae’s tied and gagged husband, “to have a sweet piece of ass like this in your bed every night. She’s easy worth $500, maybe a $1,000 bucks a night on the big time whore market. But how many years you two been married? You must be all fucked out by now. Man, it’s time you took a rest..., and look how lucky you are. Just when you need some time off, ol’ Bart happens along to spell you." 

While was he was talking, Bart was busy stripping off his denim jacket, tossing it at Jack’s lap Bart had spent a good deal of time in the gym himself, and his muscles rippled under his T-shirt. He was showing off his masculinity in front of the poor husband whom he enjoyed tormenting almost as much as he did forcing the wife to display herself in the nude for the amusement of his friends. 

One quick move opened his belt, and a second one unzipped his fly. His pants fell like a stage curtain down his legs into pile around his shoes. He wore no underwear, and hanging there between his legs for Mae to see was his huge penis, only semi-hard but already a full nine inches long and nearly three inches thick. Under this long tube of male meat hung a scrotum sack with two balls almost the size tennis balls. 

He leered at Mae. "Look what I have for you ma’am! You're as lucky as your husband. This thing that hasn't been used for anything but to pee for two days..., isn't that right Kate?" 

The woman blushed again, but this time she laughed as she nodded her head. 

"Why don't you do the honors and make it hard for me, Mae?” Bart was taunting her now, daring her to disobey him. “Get down on your knees and come to Daddy. Pet my snake some and watch it get up for you." 

He laughed at his cruel joke, enjoying himself immensely and pleased with the horror and shame written across Mae’s face. 

“Come on now woman. Remember our deal. You said you’d be enthusiastic and learn. Well, its time for study hall, and I’m your tutor. Come and get it,” he taunted her. 

“Put those sweet lips around my cock just like you do for hubby here. You do give hubby a blow job every morning don’t you sweet lips?” 

Not waiting for an answer, and indeed, not expecting or wanting one, Bart babbled on. “Gee, you don’t suck him off with his breakfast? That’s a shame. I like my tubes blown out the first thing after I wake up, don’t I Kate?” 

Kate’s answer came quickly but, considering the subject, strangely flat and without much passion. “You sure do Bart. Always horny that’s you.” 

Mae turned a beet red under the sting of these dirty taunting words. Bart saw the blush and was pleased. Her humiliation confirmed that he was getting to her, shaming her and sapping her resistance. 

“How about that Jack?, Bart continued, turning his venom on Mae’s husband now. “She does at least suck you in appreciation after you fuck her good doesn’t she?” 

Bart roared with laughter at how funny all this was to him. Suddenly, his apparent good humor disappeared, and his tone turned hard and biting. 

“What’s the matter bitch?” The sick smile was suddenly gone from Bart’s face, replaced with a threatening frown. “Don’t just stand there. You and I have a deal. You do what I tell you and I let you and your family live. Otherwise...?” 

Bart’s eyes were icy cold as he demanded, “Now get on your knees and crawl over here. If you don’t want what I have for you, there’s a young thing tied up over there who I bet could really pleasure a man. We’ll just tie the two of you spread eagle on the bed and enjoy ourselves. It’ll be less trouble and maybe just as much fun..., before I kill her and you too of course. You choose. It’s one mouth or two cunts. You can suck and live, or you can get raped along with your daughter and both die. Which will it be?” 

Helplessly Mae dropped to her knees, and on all fours she slowly made her way to where her tormentor stood with his pants bunched around his ankles. The fact was that she had never liked giving head. She never could get past the idea that there was something dirty about taking a penis in her mouth. Only on the rare occasion when her husband was insistent did she suck him at all, and even then almost never to completion. How could she ever bring herself to give this perfect stranger a blow job?

"Get busy, bitch!" The demand came like a rifle shot.

Bart humiliating command shook Mae from her Hamlet like daze. Mae’s black eyes were blurred from her tears as she looked up at her tormentor. There, bobbing expectantly above her head was that monster prick. Almost fully engorged now, at least ten inches long, it stuck straight out from his groin in anticipation of the delights of Mae’s mouth and tongue. 

Poor Mae had never sucked anyone but Jack, and his prick was much smaller than this one. How would she get all that in her mouth she wondered. For her daughters’ sake, she knew she must somehow find a way. In the corner of her eye she could see that Jimbo was holding Jack’s head, forcing him to watch his wife suck another man’s dick. Her Cindy was watching intently too, stunned, unable to take her eyes off her mother and what she was about to do. 

Bart, however, had something else in mind beyond just the rape of Mae’s mouth. In the long run, it was more important that he humble this bitch and break her to his will. 

"You know what to do now don’t you. You do suck cock don’t you? A sexy piece of ass like yourself, I’ll bet you’ve been giving head since you were twelve. Maybe you started on your daddy?” 

He was taunting her again, shaming her, enjoying her humiliation. 

“Yuppie Bitch,” he thought to himself. “Wait a while! Wait ‘till she finds out what its like to be fucked by a real man. Wait ‘till she starts to beg to for this cock, beg to suck it, beg to have it in her cunt, beg to take it up her ass. He would show her husband and her daughter what a little slut momma really was.”

The naked housewife was at his feet now, crouching there cowed and afraid. He was winning and he was determined to press on, driving her hard, crushing her will to resist. 

"Now reach up and take me in your hand. Jack it a little. Make me feel good, and remember, what you do, or don’t do, will decide your family’s fate, and yours too, so don't get cute." 

Mae raised her head, and remembering his warning, with her left hand she handled his penis with great care. She slid the foreskin back exposing the big purple plum shaped head. Above her, she could hear him coaxing. 

"Take it in your mouth Mae. Suck my cock slut."

Mae hated those words. She was no slut! She was being made to do this! At last, however, her lips brushed against the soft skin that covered this male hard-on that she inevitably she must service with mouth and tongue. At the last minute, however, she lost her nerve, closed her eyes, and hesitated. Bart knew he was at the critical moment of this bitch’s submission training. It was now or never. He reached down and forced her head back, pressing his hardening penis against her still closed lips. His voice was demanding and threatening. 

"Suck on it, bitch..., SUCK IT NOW!!" 

The pain in her neck opened Mae’s eyes. The penis flesh that Bart had shoved under her nose entirely filled her field of vision. As awful as it was to have her whole world turned into this ugly male prick, at least she didn’t have to see the reaction of her husband or her daughter. If they were to live, this had to be done. 

Without waiting to be told again, she opened wide and took as much of that great penis into her mouth as she could. Bart seemed caught by surprise at her sudden surrender, but after a seconds hesitation, he drove his hips forward to push his shaft farther down her throat. Such total acceptance of his prick was an accident of circumstance of course, but Mae heard a murmur of comment in the room over how well she had ‘deep throated’ her tormentor. The consensus seemed to be that ‘she was a first class cocksucker.’ 

Where did such talent suddenly come from Mae wondered? It certainly wasn’t prior experience. Maybe she had really been a slut all along and just didn’t know it. A natural born cocksucker, just as these people said she was. 

Mae had seven of Bart’s ten inches of male meat in her mouth before she finally gagged. The rejection from her throat was caused as much by the shame at what she was doing as by all that maleness stuffed against her windpipe. Bart didn’t care. He had a firm grasp of her long hair, and he was using it to encourage her to bob her head up and down, raking his great shaft with her lips. 

He looked over at Jack, and saw his eyes were closed again. He screamed at his lieutenant, 

“Jimbo whop your pistol up the side of that son of a bitch’s head the next time he closes his eyes. No reason for him to miss out on seeing what a great cocksucker his wife is.” 

Then speaking directly to Jack he added, "Man, your wife is really good at swallowing the meat. I'll bet you love it when she sucks on your weenie like this, don't you? I can’t help but wonder tho. She's acts like it's the first one she's had in her mouth for a long time. What’s been the matter here? Haven't you been giving her your dick to suck?" 

Mae kept her lips tight around the fleshy rod that was invading her mouth. She decided that the feel of this man’s smooth penis in her mouth wasn’t so bad after all. In the calm that followed her acceptance of the inevitable, her thoughts began to drift seeking a place to hide from this humiliation that had been forced upon her. There was no panic Mae’s reverie. Indeed her mind was clear and strangely analytical considering the circumstances. 

Bart’s taunting questions to Jack about oral sex with his wife had struck home to her. The fact was, she hadn’t sucked Jack in months. Her husband had never been as demanding of her sexually as she would have liked, and certainly he had never forced her to her knees and stuffed her mouth with his cock the way this man was doing. Perhaps that was why the fire had long since gone out of their perfunctory lovemaking. 

In her stress filled examination of previously repressed thoughts, Mae came to a sudden understanding she had never before squarely faced. The simple truth was, she had always wanted Jack to own her, to be her lord and master, every bit as much as she wanted him to love her. Her husband, however, had always been as oblivious to this hidden desire as she herself had been. She wondered, how could she have so blind, so unaware of this submissive streak in her nature? 

Her fantasies, of course, had been a clue that should have been impossible to miss. So many times, alone in her shower with a soapy finger in her vagina, Mae had day dreamed of what it would be like to be the female slave of some domineering male. She would imagine herself captured by Mediterranean pirates, and as she masturbated, she would build upon that picture with images of being raped, of being paraded naked on the auction block of an African slave market, and finally of being sold into the harem of a cruel Islamic sultan with a gigantic cock. 




Gangster Captive Ch. 1



Now suddenly she found herself actually naked and on her knees with a pirate’s prick in her mouth. Was Bart her worst nightmare come to life, or was he the fulfillment of a long suppressed desires? To her distress, Mae found herself more and more in the grip of unsuspected primordial emotions she had always avoided. Gradually, unbelievably, she was beginning to understand that this humiliating submission to the huge cock that filled her mouth had set her pussy on fire. 

“My God,” thought Mae, “what is happening to me? I am sopping wet between my legs. I can’t remember whenever I have been so..., so..., so..., hot. Here I am , naked and on my knees, forced to suck his dick as if I was this man’s slave while my husband and my daughter, along with a room full of total strangers watch. 

How can I possibly react like this? But, God help me, never in my whole life have I ever wanted so badly to be fucked. Now, this minute, I want a big fat cock in me. I don’t even care whose cock, just let it be a big long one. Even this beast Bart will do. May God forgive me, but will somebody please fuck me, even right here on the floor in front of everyone. I need it soooo bad.” 

"Yeah baby, just like that.” Bart was calling to her. “That's it, keep sucking it. Suck the head now. Run your tongue up around the tip. Suck on me off, Bitch!” 

Even as he was enjoying her mouth, Bart was imagining all the other ways he would enjoy the body of this lovely yuppie bitch over the next few days. The images that ran through his mind of Mae on her back with his cock stuck to the hilt between her spread legs only intensified the delicious sensations that were even then running down through his prick and into his belly. 

Finally Bart could take it no more. His thrusts into her throat ceased as he pulled himself back to where only the great ridge of the glans kept him from slipping from her lips entirely. Mae instinctively knew what he wanted done, and her tongue worked in frantic circles around the great plum-like head. Only the last inch or so at its swollen end remained caught between those delightful sucking lips. 

Bart’s hips were motionless now, frozen in place by the fear of accidentally withdrawing from her velvet mouth. Milky seed was boiling in Bart’s testicles. He would not be able to stand this exquisite torture much longer. Mae also sensed that his ejaculation was on it way. For some unaccountable reason she couldn’t explain, and found hard to believe, she was as eager swallow Bart’s load as he was to give it to her. 

Mae had seldom sucked Bill to completion, and even when she had done so, she had always refused to swallow his semen. Her considerate and agreeable husband always permitted her to finish him in her hand whenever she was able to anticipate the flood of his excitement, or if he went off unexpectedly, he did not object to her disposal of his salty gift by spitting it into a handy towel. 

Mae knew that she would be allowed no such escape today. Today, however, for the first time in Mae’s sexual experience, she wanted a man to finish in her mouth..., thirsted for him to do so in fact. Bart’s cock pulsing under her lips aroused her to a level of raw need and passion she had never before experienced. Frantically she bobbed her head in small quick jerks concentrating her lips on the glans of the cock, and the big ridge right behind it. Teetering on the edge of her own climax, one that she was sure would come with the gush of his jism, she sucked hard in anticipation of that magic moment. 

Mae was quite right! Bart would not last much longer. The silky suction of her mouth, and his erotic anticipation of how he meant to use and abuse this gorgeous bitch for the next few days, were too much for him. He groaned, and a load of creamy male seed came gushing out of that long fat prick, shooting in great relieving jets down Mae’s throat. 

Mae was right about something else too. Along with Bart’s flood of semen came her own orgasm. No more than just a run of the mill orgasm, it had been a sexual spasm at least as intense as any she had ever enjoyed in her life. 

"She's draining me dry guys,” Bart announced to his envious buddies. “Oh God Damn, yes, you slut, you whore, swallow it! Take it all." 

Jack did not miss this moment of truth. Had he really wanted, he could have easily looked away. Jimbo was so wrapped up the excitement of Bart’s blow job that he was no longer paying any attention to his prisoner. Jack, however, could not bring himself to close his eyes. He recognized his wife’s orgasm, and it jolted him. 

“My God,” he thought, “look at her, stripped naked and on her knees, forced to suck this stranger’s big cock to completion..., and climaxing like some animal in heat.” 

Jack knew that his wife had never sucked his own dick with such vigor. On those occasions when he could get her to blow him at all, she had never once swallowed his cum, let alone orgasmed at its taste. Yet there she was today, blowing this stranger’s prick with all the enthusiasm a nymphomaniac whore.

What has happened, Jack wondered, to his chaste prim wife who never liked to suck him? And, what has happened to him? To his total disgust Jack realized watching Mae had made his own prick begin to stir. No, his excitement was more than just that, he was almost rock hard, ready to cum himself. Could it be that this bastard Bart was right..., that deep down he was getting his own sexual charge out of watching his beautiful wife suck on another man’s dick? 

His daughter just sat quietly, however, watching it all, enthralled at her mother sucking a penis and then struggling to swallow the consequences. This was the closest the young girl had yet come to a first hand experience with a blow job. She had heard about such things of course, both in the chilly explanation of her high school sex education class, and even better, in the hot sex stories that floated through the girls’ locker room. 

Mae in the meantime was beginning to choke on the sheer volume of the fluid that was filling her mouth. It was a full load, more than Mae could handle. Dribbles of Bart’s salty seed escaped from the corners of her mouth and onto the swell of her breasts. With the flood of Bart’s cum had come her own blessed release just as her body had promised. No, what had happened to her was more intense than just a release. Her orgasm had been so shattering that her pussy was quivering between her thighs as if she had just been fucked there rather than in her mouth. 

The taste of Bart’s ejaculation had been delicious. Salty but sweet, it was not at all the disgusting slime she had thought all these years. Surplus cum dripped down her chin after he pulled his softening prick from the death grip of her lips with an audible ‘plop.’ Mae eagerly scraped the excess cum drip away with a finger that she then sucked clean with enthusiasm. 

“Shit,” Mae said to herself, returning to planet earth and realized what she had just done with such fervor. “What has happened to me. Not only did I swallow him, I didn’t want to give him up.” 

Without question Mae had just gone through the most despicable, degrading and embarrassing experience of her life. Why was it then that she also found it to be the most exciting and satisfying sex she had ever enjoyed. She still didn’t understand all that was happening to her, but she did recognize that being forced to publicly suck off this evil gangster somehow made her feel more feminine, more sexy and more desirable than she had ever felt before. 

“Oh, Jack,” Mae thought to herself, “I must have been wanted to be some man’s slave female all along. Why didn’t you force me to my knees and stuff your cock in my mouth years ago?” 

Bart took his now soft meat in his hand, and slapped it against Mae’s face, leaving a few drops of his semen on her cheek. Mae took the soft blow, and the sticky string it left across her face, as a mark of admiration for her whorish performance. 

"God Damn, woman,” Bart told Mae as finally got his breath back, “You really are one prize slut.” 

Mae dropped back on her haunches, her head down, too humiliated by what she had just done..., and by the truth of what Bart was saying..., to look at Jack or her daughter. The release of the tension that built during the eroticism of her blow job left her weeping a little as she rested. Mae wanted to be left alone right then. She desperately need crawl away into a hole somewhere with a chance to sort out her feelings about all of this. Bart, however, knew that he needed to keep the pressure on, and there was no way he would let her off the hook when she was so nearly his. 

“By the way,” he asked, positively gloating in his question. “No second thoughts now are there? You still mean to do anything I ask don’t you?” 

He paused, but his victim stayed silent. “Well, once more, bitch. Tell me again.” 

He paused once more, but there was still no answer from Mae. Angry now, he again demanded, “Bitch I’m not going to ask again. TELL ME THAT YOU ARE MY SLUT!" 

Mae was too fractured, too distraught to focus upon this demand for her total submission, and again she failed to respond. Bart leered at Mae, his eyes filled with fire, with a look that reminded Mae that her family’s fate depended upon her, but she was still too frightened and confused to decide on her response. She had been so aroused..., no she had been a lot more than just aroused, she had been in heat..., just from sucking this man’s penis. What did that mean? Was the admission he was demanding literally true. Down deep, was she really the slut that Bart was insisting that she announce to the world? 

“No, damn it,” Mae thought, “If I say that now, it will be true..., but I am not a slut. I won’t be a slut. This has got to stop.” 

For that one moment, Mae thought had reached the limit of what she could deal with. “No,” she decided, “I have never been a slut before, and I refuse to be one now. I will stop this right now. I will tell the bastard NO.” 

"NO, NEV....!" she began in a shout of desperation. 

She never had a chance to finish her desperate denial before Bart grabbed her by the face again. His hand slipped a little at first from his cum on her cheek, but he quickly recovered his grip, squeezing her lips into pout that silenced her as he did so. Staring into her eyes, he reached for his gun with his other hand and shoved the barrel against her head. 

"I think you should reconsider your answer woman..., Now tell me, ARE YOU MY SLUT, OR NOT?”

Mae lowered her eyes. The man meant business, deadly business. Her resistance was futile and crazy. It would only get her killed. She was beaten, defeated, and she knew it. She did the only thing she could do. She answered quietly but firmly. 

"Yes! Yes, Bart, I am your slut." 

Bart smiled, knowing he had broken her, probably for good. “Well, I want you to be sure of that now. Did you like sucking me off slut? Answer me, bitch before I shoot you!”

Defeat was in Mae’s voice now. “Yes Bart, I liked sucking you off.”

“How about blowing me in front of your hubby and daughter? Wasn’t that a gas?”

What else could she say? “Yes, that was a gas Bart.”

Bart knew he was winning. He would show this yuppie bitch once and for all who was boss around here. “Did my cum taste good? Did it taste better than your hubby’s?

Yes, Bart, you cum was delicious.”

Mae shuddered realizing that it was the truth. She had loved the taste of his cum. “And, yes it tasted better than Jack’s.

Mae wanted to cry at that admission of the truth.

These were the answers he wanted, and satisfied with the training progress of his slut, Bart stooped to retrieve his pants. As he did so, he also picked up the lengths of sash cord that Mae had been tied with earlier. Once his pants were up, he fashioned a simple noose in the longest piece of rope, dropped it over Mae’s head, and drew it tight around her neck. Ready to leave now he gave the rope a sharp tug to bring Mae to heel at his side. 

"You had better come with us, Bitch. I don’t want you to try something stupid just because you’re untied. Anyway I may want to play with my slut some more later on." 

With that he led the helpless woman, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the bedroom. His pals followed along close behind. Left behind were Jack and Cindy still tied and gagged in their chairs. They could only watch in shock as Mae was led away naked at the end of a rope around her neck like a female prize captured by pirates on the Spanish Main. 

The picture of their wife and mother going down on Bart was still before their eyes as the bedroom door shut behind the last of the gang. Those visions and thoughts, however were nothing compared to those that were racing through Mae’s troubled mind.

To Be Continued...



Gangster Captive Ch. 2



Chapter 2: The Surrender

Bart led Mae into the middle of living room, and told her kneel there. He left the noose of his makeshift leash around her neck. The loose end bumping against her breasts and dragging the floor as she moved reminded Mae of the way she would train a puppy. Bitterly she realized that was exactly what Bart was doing..., training her as his puppy. The gang members relaxed on the couches and chairs around the room. They were not bashful about staring at her. 

After a few minutes, Bart tossed Mae a sofa cushion, with the instruction to, "...sit on this." Mae gratefully rolled her tailbone onto the soft pillow. Sitting up with her feet together, and her knees up in front of her, she could lock her arms around her shins to support her back. No sooner was she comfortable, however, than Bart corrected her. "No, no slut," he said harshly. "Spread your legs. Show us your pussy." 

Jan blushed a vivid red, but as she was told. Rocking backward to support herself on her elbows, she parted her feet to widen her knees and expose her sex. Grateful as she was to be off her sore knees and the hard floor, she was humiliated to sit in a room full of men ogling her most private parts as if she was some kind of sex trophy. 

"That God damned bastard," she thought to herself, "he won't even let me rest without shaming me." 

Minutes passed, then an hour and more. Mae tried to rest herself by changing her position from sitting up to laying flat on her back. Trying follow Bart's order, she was careful to keep her legs spread as she moved the pillow up to support her head. Bart, however, again objected, and told her to return the pillow to her hips. As she lay back flat again, the pillow under her middle elevated her crotch and displayed her feminine slit even more prominently than when she had been sitting upright. 

Even so, Mae found lying flat on her back more comfortable than sitting. Anyway, the novelty of a naked woman to stare at had begun to wear off. The gang had gradually switched to chatting among themselves, reading the paper, and surfing the TV channels looking for more news about themselves. 

Mae was left alone to contemplate the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. For one thing, she was a little queasy from swallowing Bart's cum load. For another, it was unsettling to lay on the floor with her legs splayed, and a rope around her neck, as if she was captive female flesh offered for sale in some illicit middle eastern slave market. What made her really ill, however, was the realization that she had not only sucked this stranger's penis in front of her husband and daughter, she had finished her blow job with what could only be described as slutty enthusiasm. 

What in the world had come over her? She hoped that her family would understand that she was only doing what had to be done if any of them were to stay alive. Surely they would forgive her for a little 'overacting.'

Was she simply 'overacting?' Mae herself was not so sure. When she first took Bart's penis in her mouth, she did so only because he threatened to rape her daughter. There could be no question about that much, but after that what? At the end, was she sucking him like a whore in heat. Why?

Her fear fully explained only why she was on her knees with his penis in her mouth in the first place. Fear could not entirely account for her later uncharacteristic passion for sucking cock, or why she was willing, even eager, to swallow its slimy product. She had certainly never before found anything erotic about giving a blow job. Indeed, all her married life she had avoided suck her own husband's penis whenever possible. Even on the rare occasions she condescended to do so, she had never once swallowed his marital load. . 

This arrogant swaggering gangster was handsome enough but Mae was not attracted to him physically as much as she was psychologically. Why should there be an attraction of any kind? Surely to be stripped naked, then forced her knees and made suck dick, shouldn't turn a decent woman into a wanton tramp. But, it had! Mae had heard of women who were aroused by abuse. Was she one of those. Could she have been sexually submissive all along without being aware of it? Perhaps! There seemed to be nothing else that would explain this sudden urge to service Bart's prick with her mouth. 

All Mae knew for certain was that sucking this awful stranger's cock had lit a fire in her pussy. It had been a passion unique to her experience. Nothing in her love making with her husband from her wedding night onward was even close to it in intensity. Moreover, out of that inexplicable lust had come a residual hunger that was still with her, as unabated and unsatisfied as it was unfamiliar. 

Mae had always been a typically shy woman, reluctant to flaunt her body, or her sexuality, where anyone could see, even her husband. Now suddenly, everything was upside down, as she found herself sitting naked with her pussy on display before a roomful of men. She tried to ignore those leering looks, but she was painfully aware that they were enjoying her bare breasts, and peeking between her legs. "Merchandise in a whore house is what I am," she thought bitterly, yet at the same time she was titillated and aroused, knowing that this brazen display of her sex had all their cocks on the rise. 

"They are all wondering," she said to herself, "what would it be like if I were to suck their cocks the same way I did for Bart." 

Mae wondered about that too! She could see herself dragging the rope of her home made leash under her as she crawled from man to man, from penis to penis, swallowing semen. What she had done for Bart in front of these men disgusted her, but Mae could not make the thought of being forced into a gang bang blow job go away. To do it again for them all would be a thousand time worse, and yet.., and yet..., why was her pussy moist from just thinking about it. 

"Good God," she asked herself, "how could I even think about such a degrading thing, let alone be stimulated by it?" 

She was a married woman, decent and chaste. Why this unaccountable appetite for raw sex, this sudden schism in her moral standards? Could it be that pure in deed was not necessarily the same as pure at heart? Was she in fact not only a submissive female, but a born slut as well? Had this urge to worship a penis been there all along, only to be awakened when Bart insisted that she suck him off? 

Mae remembered a favorite fantasy she had been enjoying since she was a teenager. In her day dream she saw herself as a young bride captured by Turkish raiders in an attack on a medieval town on the border between Christian Europe and the Islamic middle east. Alone in the shower, drifting in a dreamy reverie, she had often jerked herself off with a soapy finger while imagining the pillage of her home by cruel Muslim marauders. 

As she stroked her clit under the warm water, Mae would fantasize that she was raped in front of her husband, and then taken away as a slave on a long journey to an Istanbul flesh market where women were bought and sold. A spice that burned like fire was rubbed on her nipples to give them color, and make them hard and erect. Naked, she was first paraded thru a leering jeering drunken crown where dirty hands grabbed at her breasts and ass. Next she was displayed standing with spread legs on auction block while prospective buyers inspected her charms, squeezing her tits and fingering in her pussy. Once the sale began, a noose from the ceiling was hung around her neck to make certain that she could not stoop or slouch. Thru it all, her arms were chained behind her back, and the auctioneer threatened that she would be severely whipped if she raised her eyes off the floor to look at the crowd or at any bidder. As he offered her for sale to the highest bidder, the auctioneer lashed at her legs with a limber cane to make her dance and her tits flop. 

Her buyer turned out to be a professional slaver, a middleman merchant who bought attractive females for resale to his rich clients along the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers, and in Persia. In these far away lands there was a great demand for European women as harem concubines. Pretty blondes with big breasts like herself brought handsome prices there. 

On the long journey deep into the land of the Prophet, her merchant owner diligently instructed his prize in the ancient skills of the houri (which, of course, was also his opportunity to enjoy the sexual favors of this beautiful young girl.) In Mae's fantasy she was ultimately sold into the seraglio of the Islamic Sultan of Baghdad. Her imagination had in time created a thousand and one nights of elaborate and erotic sub plots about the many ways the Sultan and his guests used her lovely body and enjoyed her sexual wiles for their pleasure. 

Mae had been masturbating regularly since puberty, and this fantasy of sex and slavery never failed to help bring on soul shaking orgasms. Its plot, however, seemed a good deal less benign now. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she was a real captive, forcibly stripped and made to suck the cock of the victorious enemy chieftain while her husband watched. Perhaps it was not surprising that her response had been erotically identical to that of her make-believe servitude of so long ago. 

As yet, however, there was one significant omission from this real life sexual nightmare. So far Bart had not tested Mae's pussy. She expected, however, that was only a matter of time before he demanded more of her than just a blow job. How would she react when Bart finally decided to fuck her? Of course it would be futile, perhaps even fatal, to refuse him. Even so, would it really be rape, or was some part of her now willing to spread her legs for his oversized penis? Nonsense, she thought. The man had brutalized her. How could it be that she might actually WANT such a man to rape her..., fuck her..., make love to her..., whatever? 

Mae had always regarded the use of a woman's body to be a favor to be bestowed entirely at the woman's discretion and choice. From their wedding night, Jack had accepted as dogma that sex was his wife's option, and he had always allowed her to determine when, where, and how, they would make love. She had never seriously thought about rape, but now suddenly, sex by threat and force was something very much at hand. What would it be like? Could a decent woman actually enjoy being raped, and even orgasm on the cock that was abusing her?

Mae was uncertain of the answer generally or how other women might react. She recognized, however, that in her desperate circumstances, what other women thought or might do did not much matter..., so what about herself and Bart? To that specific non-hypothetical question, she was terribly afraid she knew the answer! 

"Good God," she thought, "It's just that I am suddenly so horny. I came like a whore just hours ago when he only fucked my mouth. What chance do I have when his prick is deep inside me, rubbing up and down against my clit?" 

Mae was still pondering that question when another outrageous thought flashed across her mind. What if her performance as his 'slut' failed please him? Bart must have a regular harem of sluts, this Karen woman among them. Would she measure up to these other women, these other sluts of his? 

"What are you thinking," she asked herself, almost laughing aloud at such an absurd concern. She wasn't competing for this man's favors. Why should she care what Bart might think of her sexual skill? How could she possibly have entertained such a classically female response to a situation this bizarre? 

"Damn him anyway," Mae thought. "I am being raped. Why should I care how I compare his pack of whores?"

But strangely enough, down deep she did care. Mae had been a virgin on her wedding night, and she had never been to bed with anyone but her husband since. Yet, every woman, virgin or otherwise, enjoys at least the thought, if not the reality, of having the attentions of a man sexually attracted to her. Even the most faithful of wives can not truthfully deny an occasionally fantasy in which she invites some smitten stranger to share her bed. True, whenever Bart finally fucked her, it wouldn't exactly be by invitation, but for some reason it was important to Mae that her body and her performance would please him at least as well as the that of his other sluts. 

Could her pussy take all of him? Bart's cock was so much bigger than her husband's. Would size make a difference? What would it be like to be filled by so much male meat? After all, it might be painful to be stretched that way. Then she remembered how her friends who slept around talked dreamily of the big cocks that had fucked them. These women who should know about such things were all in agreement that bigger was better. 

Mae recalled how Bart had boasted that once he fucked a woman, she would beg him to do her again. Could that really be true? Was being fucked by a big penis really so overwhelming? After experiencing Bart's big rod, would she too beg to be fucked again and again? It was hard for Mae to believe that she would ever plead for any man to pleasure her cunt, even one with an oversized penis.

"Shame upon me," Mae thought, again trying to bring her mind back to reality. "I must be a whore at heart. Only a slut of the first order would dwell upon having sex with a rapist." 

Well, Mae couldn't help herself. She was dwelling upon it, thinking long and hard about it (inwardly smiling as she realized the pun she had just made). What WOULD it be like when Bart finally slid his oversized penis into her vagina? 

Along with that key question came a scandalous mental image of Bart on his back with a naked woman standing astride his hips. Bart is holding his huge rigid penis in his hand, aiming it upward directly at the love spot between the woman's legs. Mae can not make out the woman's face. Is it herself? She can't tell. 

The pictures in Mae's mind roll on. The unknown woman's knees begin to bend, allowing her body to gradually sink toward that tempting cock. Finally she is there, and feels the first touch of him against her pussy! She shudders with delight, and her hands reach between her legs to guide him ever so carefully into her hot and aching slit. 

The hips of this woman drop another inch, and the big round head of Bart's hard-on pries her pussy lips apart and lodges itself there. Her thighs give way still further, and her wet pussy swallows more of the delicious pole that has been waiting under her. She gasps for breath, overcome by the sensation, as inch by inch Bart's blood filled male meat splits open her feminine core, and stretches her cunt with a delightful hurt. 

Then, after what seems to Mae an eternity, the woman is all the way down, completely impaled and at Bart's mercy. His hard hands reach up to grip dangling breasts. Strong fingers squeeze the soft tit flesh, and twist and tease the tender nipples, until the woman whimpers and moans with pain and pleasure. Mae's own nubs begin to ache in sympathy with the suffering woman so full of cock. Mae herself has never had sex of such intensity, but she can imagine how pangs of excruciating desire must be running from those tortured breasts down into her cunt, and thence on to ovaries hungry to be washed with male seed.

Could sex with a man really be like that Mae wondered? Surely it would be more than she could stand to sit impaled on a huge penis with a man to mauling her breasts that way. Even the thought of so much cock inside her is enough to make the tissues of Mae's cunt begin to spasm. Decent woman or not, rape or not, if sex with Bart was anything like that, Mae decides that she would of course orgasm. No doubt about it. She would not be able to help herself. 

Despite that conclusion, however, Mae was still tortured by her conscience . "God help me, this just can not be. What is wrong with me? Why do I even think about such things? I am a wife and mother. I am not a slut, no matter what this bastard made me say. I must not think and act like one. This man has my husband and child tied to chairs in my bedroom. I can not take as my lover a man who uses my darling daughter as a hostage to force me to suck him off. I must fight back somehow. God willing, all this will be over soon and things will be normal again." 

It was a futile speech. Even as Mae told herself that she must resist the evil Bart, a wave of doubt washed over her. What would happen if she did try to deny him? He would likely rape her anyway, and her daughter as well, before he killed them all. That was a given. There was simply nothing to be gained from resistance. 

What good was a conscience in this situation? Moral choice was simply irrelevant. It made no difference one way or the other whether she WANTED him to fuck her. This bastard was going to do it to her anyway. If she was in heat when he did, and orgasmed on his cock, wasn't that all to the good? What was the old saying, "If rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it?" 

It was all too ambiguous for Mae to deal with. She hated Bart, hated him with all her heart, but the events of this morning had been an epiphany to her. All her life, without even being aware of it, she must have wanted a man who would own her, a stern and demanding proprietor of her body who would take her, and fuck her, not by her consent, but as his right. And now..., and now, under severe duress, fate had made her the property of just such a man. 

Mae shook her head in a desperate effort to clear her mind of all this disgusting eroticism and uncertainty. She could see Bart was watching her closely, his brow knitted as if he was trying to read her thoughts. 

"God No," she said to herself, "Please dear God, don't let him find out that I may actually be the slut he wants me to be!" 

But Bart already knew. Women had always been open books to him. He was certain that inside this prim housewife was a volcano of sexual desire ready to bust out if given half a chance. The name "slut" still stung when he made her say it, but he could see that like any trapped animal, Mae was gradually adjusting to her cage. Indeed, he was pleased with how quickly she was learning to submit to his will. She was, he was certain, teetering on the edge total surrender, almost ready to acknowledge him as her owner and master, almost ready to beg him for his cock. 

It came as a relief to Mae when at length Bart looked away, and turning towards Karen, told her to see what she could find to feed everybody. Karen asked if she could take Mae with her to help. Bart, already again engrossed with the television paid no attention to the question and seemed not to care. 

Mae assumed from by Bart's indifference to Karen's question that she was to go to the kitchen with Karen. As she stood up to follow the pretty red headed out of the room, however, Bart seized upon this opportunity to further train his new slut. Unexpectedly he sprang to his feet, and grabbing Mae by the shoulders, he forced her to her knees. 

"You forgot to ask my permission to stand up slut. You don't do anything without my permission. Don't ever forget that. Now, ask!" 

Mae gave him a puzzled look. "I thought I was supposed to go...", Mae started to argue, but she was interrupted by a savage slap across her face. 

The force of Bart's blow knocked her sprawling. Mae started to cry, her face numb and red. Bart stooped over her and twisted her left nipple with thumb and forefinger of one hand. With the other he grabbed a fist full of the hair on the back of her head and used it to snatch her back onto her knees. Mae whimpered in pain from the abuse of her breast as Bart stood over her, malignant and oppressive, and snarling at her angrily. 

"We can do this my way, or your way, but my way will be a lot more pleasant for both of us. You will do as I say, when I say. Nothing more and nothing less..., and never dare argue with me about anything. Is that understood?" 




Gangster Captive Ch. 2



Mae felt empty and lost. If she had any human dignity left, it had just been stripped from her. Like an pet dog, her every action had to be approved, her every thought censored. This man owned her. She was his slave, and there are only two places for a female slave..., on her back with her legs spread, or on her knees with a mouthful of penis, and her master is always right. 

"Yes, I understand."

"Now is there something you wanted to ask me?

Bart smirked as he asked the question, and Mae struggled hard to choose the words he wanted to hear. 

"May I go to the kitchen to help Karen with the lunch?" 

Bart released his grip on her nipple. Still in control with his grip in the hair of her head, but more gently now, and he pulled Mae toward him where her arms reached out almost automatically to hug him around his legs. Bart's voice was less threatening when he finally spoke. 

"Yes, you may, Mae..., after you tell me what you are." 

The smile on Bart's face was positively evil. A tear rolled down Mae's cheek, and she bit her lips and sighed with resignation before reciting the required admission. 

"I am your slut."

"Tell me slut, do you want to suck my cock again?" he asked.

In her fear and confusion, Mae responded quickly, too quickly as the words burst out carelessly. "Yes, I want to suck your cock. Please, I want you to fuck me."

Mae panicked. "Why I she say THAT?" she thought to herself in her confusion.

He hadn't asked that she beg him to fuck her, only if she wanted to suck his cock. Frustrated and afraid, those unfortunate words asking him to fuck her had just popped out. What did this Freudian slip of the tongue mean? Was her answer a clever ploy given only to mislead a cruel captor, OR WAS IT AN ADMISSION OF THE TRUTH?

To that question Mae did not yet have an answer. She was absolutely certain that she hated the man, and for good reason. Yet, there was something compelling about being owned by this man, about the thought of servicing his his cock with her mouth and pussy, that was terribly sexy and exciting to her. 

It took a second or two for Mae to compose herself, and in that flash of time, Bart's anger seemed to pass. To her relief, he released his hold from her hair. Perhaps he had missed her slip of the tongue. Then again the glint in those blue eyes hinted otherwise. In any event the moment passed. 

"You may go now slut," Bart told her. 

Crushed and terrified both by Bart's latest effort to humble her, and by her own submission to his evil game, Mae turned, and followed Karen to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Karen took her by the shoulder, and spun her around, so that the two women stood face to face. 

"He's not joking, you know. He is one mean dude who will hurt you, and your family. Just play along with him for a few days, and you may live. But if you don't, he will kill all of you without a doubt. He has already committed murder several times, and he won't hesitate to do it again. Still, he's not going to hurt anybody as long as he has you to jump through his hoops. You're a lot of fun, new toy for him. That's the only thing that is keeping you alive." 

"Anyway, there's good news to go along with the bad. The good news is he can fuck a woman until she thinks she has died and gone to heaven. I can tell you that much from personal experience. You may as well make the best of this. Go ahead and let him get your rocks off. Enjoy! Just be sure to always give him what he wants. Its the only way you and your family will survive."

Karen turned toward the refrigerator, and Mae headed to the cupboards. Together they began preparing a meal for everybody in the house. As they finished and were ready to return to the living room, Mae thanked the pretty red head for being nice to her and for treating her with respect. 

Karen gave Mae a wink and a smile and said something about female sex slaves needing to stick to gather. As she talked, however, she turned to a more serious discussion of Mae's dilemma.

"Look honey its all right. Bart has a talent. He can scramble a girl's mind so that she can't think about anything but that big dick of his..., and what he might do to her with it. I know what you're going through. Believe me! I've been there. You see, I'm a slut too. The difference between us is that I've accepted what I am, and learned to live with it. Probably tonight, but if not tonight, then by tomorrow sometime, I too am likely to be sitting naked on the floor with a rope around my neck, groveling right along with you." 

"Come on honey, lighten up. I know, you think that just because you want him to fuck you, you're a fallen woman. Hell, there's nothing immoral about being well fucked. What female hasn't lusted at least in her heart after a man with big muscles and a dick to match who will spread her legs and fuck her brains out? You're just a normal lusty female reacting the way mother nature intended. Sure you're a slut. Don't be so hard on yourself about it. You've been a slut all along. Almost all of us are. Its just that most women are never so lucky, or so unlucky, depending on how you look at it, to ever come across a man like Bart, or if we do, the society we live in tells us to run away and hide from him." 

Mae and Karen brought the men their dinner in the living room. Bart sent the black man Sly in to feed Bill, and Cindy. Mae resumed her place on the floor, trying hard to force a couple bites of food down, enough to keep herself going, although she really had no appetite. Everyone else seemed to enjoy their meal, watching TV and relaxing as they ate. Dirty jokes and laughter flew around the room. 

As the men were finishing their meal, Mae forgot momentarily and closed her thighs together. Bart immediately corrected her, and as he did, Jumbo asked Bart if a show came with the meal. Bart seemed amused by the suggestion, and they were all laughing as the idea bounced around the room with a good deal of ribald comment. Bart was grinning from ear to ear as interrupted the debate and announced. 

"That's a great idea, I think our slut would enjoy performing for us. You would like to do that wouldn't you, Slut?" 

Mae could see that her owner was back to shaming her with his taunts once again. She remembered what Karen had told her, however, and after only a second of hesitation, she nodded her head indicating that she would do what he wanted..., whatever that was. 

Bart stood up from his easy chair and sent Jimbo to the dining room after two straight back chairs that he put side by side in front of the fireplace where they would be center stage. Bart stood in front of one chair and dropped his pants just as he had done when he made Mae suck him off. This time, however, called for Mae to help him completely undress. 

Nude, he sat down and pulled Mae to her knees before him and locked her firmly between his muscular thighs. Helpless, Mae did not protest when his hands began to playing disarmingly with her tits. As he enjoyed the soft charms of her breasts and nipples, Bart spoke to her the way a teacher might explain the rules to a new student.

"You see slut, I own you now. You will do whatever I tell you to do, and if resist in any way you will be severely and painfully punished."

Bart, paused for a moment, to let his message sink in, and then he motioned for Karen to stand up. "Come over here Karen and turn around. Pull down those slacks and show Mae here your ass." 

Karen turned beet red, but she did as she was told. In front of Bart and Mae, she pulled her panties and slacks down to thigh level, and bent over at the waist as if 'mooning' Bart and Mae. Across Karen's shapely buttocks were a half dozen or so red streaks. Mae didn't know much about corporal punishment, but she surmised that these were the healing whelts of a crop or cane that must have burned like fire when they were fresh. Mae understood for the first time the consequences of her slavery, and they frightened her. 

"So," she thought to herself, "this barbarian, this hoodlum, beats his women. From that thought a picture was born in Mae's mind. She could see herself quite clearly hanging by her wrists from a ceiling beam, her naked body marked like Karen's with whelts from the whip!"

Bart interrupted Mae's growing terror. "That's fine Karen dear. I'm sure Mae has the idea. Pull up your pants now and take a seat.

Finished with Karen, Bart returned to talking to Mae. "You heard the boys," Bart told her. "They want a show and you're going to give them one, but before you start to perform for us, I think we ought to bring your hubby in here so that he can enjoy your talents along with the rest of us." 

"Jimbo," he called to his first lieutenant, "go bring Mr. Anderson in here and tie him in this chair beside me. I want him to have a front row seat for his slut wife's performance."

It took only a minute or two for Bart's lieutenant to return with Jack. Jimbo stripped Mae's husband of his pajama bottoms, and then carefully retied him seated naked in the straight chair beside Bart and Mae. His legs and knees were tied apart, roped to each front leg of the chair. His arms were stretched around behind the chair back and firmly knotted to a rung under the seat. His cock and balls hung down, open and defenseless, from the split in his crotch. 

As if in a trance, Jack stared intently at his wife on her knees between Bart's legs, watching as Bart's every move as he played with his captive's breasts and pussy. Jack seemed never to even blink, the blank expression frozen on his face. He was not, however, totally without reaction. His cock was growing hard and erect. Mae noticed and she wondered, was her husband really sexually stimulated by watching Bart abuse her? 

Bart's hand between Mae's legs playing with her pussy did not give her a chance to decide on an answer her question. She could not be sure whether she was in heaven or hell as his long fingers probed inside her tender canal, then at critical moments pulling out to massage her clit. To make matter worse (or was it better), along with the fingers stroking her feminine core, his other hand was squeezing a tit, and his lips and tongue were nibbling first at one nipple and then the other. 

No woman could resist such erotic teasing. Afraid to look, Mae never the less suspected that her clit was emerging like a tiny cock at the top of her slit. Her nipples had certainly become hard and erect, and she could smell her swollen pussy as it lubricated itself in anticipation of the penis her senses were was telling it to soon expect. 

Abruptly Bart's brought his hand from Mae's pussy to her mouth. His fingers ran demandingly along her lips. Instinctively Mae understood what she must do. Without further instruction, her lips parted as she first sucked his fingers and then licked his hand clean of the wet from her cunt. Satisfied with the submission of his slut, Bart's hand returned to teasing Mae's sensitized pussy. His long fingers explored deep inside her feminine core, and with his thumb he raked her exposed clit. 

It was too much! Mae's body involuntarily jerked and quivered, and a pitiful moan that she couldn't quite suppress squeezed its way past her lips. It was glaringly obvious that Mae was in heat, and ready to be fucked, a fact she knew her husband could hardly miss. To respond to a stranger like this with Jack watching left Mae humiliated and ashamed. She blushed with embarrassment at her unforgivable weakness, and she hated her body for the way it was betraying her. 

Never the less, Jack remained silent without a protest of his wife's obvious and pathetic arousal. Mae was silently thankful. Why didn't Bart go ahead fuck her in front of Jack and get it over with? She had no way to know Bart had only begun, and that more shameful humiliation was yet to come. Bart was breaking his slut to the service of his cock with the same constant pressure a cowboy would use to break an unridden filly to the saddle. It was going to be all the more fun that her husband would be watching and listening as she begged him to fuck her in the final act of her inevitable surrender. 

Bart hooked his finger in Mae's tortured cunt and held her helpless before him, toying with his victim, allowing her to squirm in uncertainty and fear. Finally he spoke. 

"Your tits belong to me Mae. I want them now! Lift your tits, Mae! Offer me them to me! Tell me they are mine. Be my slut, Mae." 

On the edge of orgasm, Mae's pussy was wet and swollen, and her nipples were hard and erect. She had nothing left, no will of her own, with which to defend herself. She gazed upward inquiringly, adoringly, into the eyes of her tormentor, and cupping her hands under her breasts, she lifted them up, offering those lovely soft globes to his use and pleasure.

"Tell me bitch, what do you want me to do with those?"

Mae knew what he wanted her to say and she hated him for it. She had, however, no choice. No choice at all! Partly in fear, and partly because she desperately needed his hard hands on her aching breasts, she softly answered this awful man with the admission he wanted.

"Play with my tits! Squeeze them. Hurt them. Bite my nipples..., then lick the hurt away. Close my breasts over your cock, nipple to nipple. Jack yourself off in the fist of my soft tits. Cum on my face."

Bart pushed her once more, driving her toward total surrender. "What is a woman who offers her tits to a man like that?"

Mae blushed with shame under Bart's constant assault, but she answered as she knew she had to.

"A slut sir. Only a slut would allow a man to do this to her."

Bart seemed pleased with her answer, and Mae's obvious erotic distress. She was, he thought, progressing nicely.

"All right my little slut, stand up and turn around. The boys want a show, and you're gonna give us one. You are going to jerk yourself off while we watch. Spread your legs and use two fingers..., two fingers as deep in your hole as you can get them. Go ahead now slut, finger fuck your cunt. Have yourself a nice cum."

"Please sir," Mae begged. "I don't..., I mean I know how...."

Bart interrupted impatiently. "Come on slut, stuff the goody two shoes act. You can't tell me you've never jerked off before. You are one hot slut, and hot sluts are always playing with their own pussies. Just have a good time with your finger like you do whenever hubby doesn't take proper care of you. The only difference is that this time we are here to cheer you on. "

It was true. Mae did masturbate frequently, but she didn't want to admit it with Jack here, and she was horrified by the humiliating spectacle she would be making of herself.

"Please Bart, don't make me do this. Not in front of Jack and these men. I'm trying so hard to do what you want of me, but...."

"Once again Bart cut her short. "Do you have a memory problem bitch? Have you already forgotten what Karen's ass looked like? Christ, some sluts you just can't be good to. Every time I touch your pussy it flows like a facet, yet I give you a chance to get yourself off, and you say no just because you're embarrassed. Well to hell with that! I own you bitch, and we want to see your stuff. Entertain us, slut. Show hubby what a hot piece of ass he married. Make us all want to fuck you."

"Jimbo," he called to his lieutenant, "a little traveling music if you please. Something my slut can frig her cunt to."

Mae could see it was no use. The quicker she started, the quicker it would be over. Anyway, he was right. She did need an orgasm. Indeed she was desperate about it. 

Slowly she stood and faced Bart's gang. Spreading her legs to shoulder width, she ran her index finger up and down her slit, returning with each stroke to rub her clit at the top. Carefully she lubricated her finger with the moisture from her pussy lips before gradually penetrating her love hole with one, and then two fingers. Slowly at first, and then faster to match the beat of the music from the stereo, she masturbated herself before her fascinated audience. As the tempo of her fingers increased, her other hand lifted a tit to her mouth and her tongue licked out across the sensitive aureole around the nipple. 

God, this was awful..., disgraceful..., humiliating..., but oh how she did need a release. Minutes went by! Overcome with a sexual frenzy, and resigned her degrading servitude, the orgasm she needed so badly came bubbling up out of her womb. She greeted it with a scream and celebrated its arrival by hunching her hips against the pressure of her hand in a awesome simulation of intercourse.

Mae was just beginning a second delicious cum when thru the haze of her excitement came Bart's commanding voice.

"Enough bitch! That's enough. I said you could have an orgasm. I didn't say you could spend all afternoon pleasuring yourself. Turn around and come back to me now. Squat here between my legs. Get those sweet lips back around my dick! Spread your knees, and keep your finger pumping in your pussy while you suck me. One little thing tho. Don't get carried away. Remember, this is my fun, not yours. If either of us get our rocks off before I say so, I will have Jimbo will wear his cane out on your ass." 

"And, Hey, we can't leave hubby out of this can we? With your free hand, reach over and jack him a little, not all the way off you understand, but enough keep him good and hard so he can perform for us later on."

Out of the corner of her eyes Mae could see Jack watching her intently. She was shocked to find his cock was fully erect and rock hard, jutting straight up from between his open thighs. Bart had claimed this morning, that it would excite Jack to see his wife abused by another man. It must be true. Why else would his cock be hard now? 

"God damn him," Mae thought to herself, "it blows his cookies to see his wife treated like a whore does it? Well, shit on him! I could have been sucking like his cock like a slut every night for years if only he had made me do him that way. I could have been his slave bitch all along but he was too much a wimp to spread my legs and take me the way I wanted him to. Somebody else had to show the stupid bastard how. Well, now damn him anyway. He thinks its sexy for me to be shamed and humiliated by a stranger does he? Well, I hope he enjoys what he sees. I'll show him and the rest of these lecherous bastards what he has been missing all these years." 

Squatting between Bart's legs, Mae's lip's tightened around Bart's penis, and began to bob her head slowly up and down. Between her legs she buried her right index finger deep into her pussy, and stroked herself to the beat of her mouth sliding up and down on that delicious male tube. With her other hand she masturbated husband's familiar prick, jerking him off as she had so many times before in less bizarre circumstances.

Jack found it hard to believe that this was his prim and proper wife, the same woman who didn't like oral sex, who was sucking this stranger like a Saturday night whore. Bart was mute and all smiles as he enjoyed Mae's mouth. He had this horny yuppie bitch hooked. A touch more fear and humbling, and she would be ready to be reeled in. Bart knew, however, that he couldn't take much more of Mae's bobbing head, "Enough Bitch! Its time for more fun, and then, maybe a cock up your cunt. Would you like that my little slut?"

Of course she would like that! Mae was on fire to have a cock in her! Any reservations Mae might have had about being fucked by this brute had long since been washed away. Her pussy lips were swollen and open, her clit erect, and her ovaries were on fire.

Bart also was ready for the final innings of his little game, and he knew just how he wanted it played. "O.K. sweet thing, enough sucking. Sit up and be still for a while. Let daddy play with your goodies." 

"And you Karen, strip your slutty ass and get over here. Hubby here needs a release. Just look how his cock has grown watching his slut wife strut her stuff. I'm giving you to him for the night. He needs somewhere to put that hard-on."




Gangster Captive Ch. 2



Bart hooked a proprietary finger in Mae's cunt insuring his continued control over his cowed victim. His other hand and mouth went directly to her tits. Mae did not resist. She needed a penis, if not one in her cunt, then one in her mouth, and if not there, at least a hard male member she could stroke with her fingers. Her hands slipped between her master's spread thighs to fondle the prick and balls that Bart made available to her there. What a cock! Mae could hardly wait to have it inside her. She was quivering with anticipation, and on the edge of a pending climax until Bart spoke to her once more.

"Now listen to me my little bitch, don't you dare cum 'til I tell you, or Jimbo gets to cane your tender ass. You understand me little bitch?"

Mae was shattered that her orgasm was still forbidden. Her cunt was a time bomb ticking and ready to explode. Frustrated, the best she could manage for a reply was a long tormented groan. 

Bart assumed an affirmative answer. His next question was predictable. "What are you bitch?"

Mae knew what he wanted her to say, but momentarily she was trying so hard to hold back her climax that she could not concentrate enough to find the words.

"Well, bitch. What are you? Get it said or else."

Mae knew she had to pull herself together. "I'm a slut, sir."

"Who owns you slut?"

"You do sir. I am your slut sir."

"What does my slut want?"

"I want to be fucked. I want you to fuck me sir."

"Beg me slut! Beg me to fuck you!"

"Oh yes Sir, I do so want you to fuck me. Please, please..., please fuck my cunt. I need your big cock inside me sooo bad. Fuck me.., please!"

"Your husband is right here. Tell your husband that you want me to fuck you."

Mae turned to her chair bound husband who, despite his clenched fists, was sporting flaming red hard-on protruding from his crotch. "Oh Jack, I'm so sorry for what has happened to us..., to me. I'm so ashamed. I wish he had never come into our lives. I tried hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I am so ashamed, but its true, I am his slut, and I do want him to fuck me. I want him to take my mouth, my pussy and my virgin ass. I am his slave, and God help me, I can not help myself." 

Staring deep into his eyes, Mae pleaded with Bart. "Please sir. Is that enough? I'm trying to be good and not cum, but I can't hold out much longer. Please fuck me now and let me cum. The walls of my pussy are soft and warm. They will be like tight silk around your cock. I'll make it good for you. I'll milk your dick, and you can fill me with your seed. I promise I'll be the best piece of ass you have ever had. Please..., Please..., you must stick me with your prick and let me I cum."

"Not yet slut, I like to hear you beg." 

Bart motioned toward Mae's husband straining in his chair, his teeth clenched, and his rock hard cock sticking up from his crotch. "Tell us both again, slut. I want your hubby to hear his proper yuppie wife beg for me to fuck her. I want him give your pussy to me. You slut, you are going to convince him to do that, because I won't fuck you until I hear him admit I own you now. Go ahead bitch, make him ask me to fuck you."

Mae was in the throes of desperation as she turned back to her husband and began to beg.

"Please Jack, ask Bart to fuck me. I can't take this any more. I'm going to cum, and if I do that before you do as he wants, Bart will let Jimbo beat me with a cane. Please, I know I don't deserve it, but have mercy on me. I was a good wife until now. Don't let them beat me. It will hurt so! Please, you must give me to Bart to fuck."

Jack's voice was low and choked as he answered his tormented wife. "No, damn it Mae, I won't do that, not ever. You're mine and I won't give you up. I don't know if he has drugged you or what, but I know this isn't you talking. That devil is forcing you say these things."

"Well, Mae, I guess you didn't convince him," Bart interjected. "Karen, get your slutty ass over here and see what you can do. Let's see how strong his convictions are when your lips are around his hard-on."

"And you Mae," talking to his desperate sexual captive again, "crawl up here on my lap and sit your ass down on my prick. Not that I'm going fuck you with it until your hubby says its O.K., but I want him to see the look on your face when your pussy chute is full of my meat. 

Mae didn't need to be asked twice. In a flash she backed off to allow Bart to close his knees that she might throw a leg over his thighs. One seated astride his lap, she grabbed the long prick peeking out from Bart's crotch and stuffed it into her wet and swollen pussy. Spreading herself as wide as she could, she hugged her master to her breasts, her legs split so wide they hurt, as she struggled to slide her cunt around all that delicious man meat. Still, much to her distress, sitting across his legs like she was, an inch or two of Bart's ample length was beyond her reach.

"Oh God," Mae moaned. "Jack he's inside me. I must ride him! Let me move! Please tell him! Oh God, before I cum, tell him to fuck me please."

Jack said nothing, but help was on the way for poor Mae. From out of the corner of her eye she could see a naked Karen squat between her husband's knees. Taking his hard-on in her mouth, she began to rapidly bob her head in the age old ritual of a female orally servicing a penis. When Jack began to breath heavily, Karen paused and substituted a slow hand jack for her mouth. Pumping his foreskin up and down over his dick head, she spoke softly to the tied and tormented husband. 

"Come on now, honey," the pretty red head cooed, "Karen is going to take good care of you. You like my mouth don't you? My pussy will be even better. Look at Mae sitting on Bart's prick. See how far he's in her! See how her pussy lips grab at his rod. Think how good it will feel to have my warm soft cunt stretched around your cock like that."

Karen dropped her head back into Jack's crotch and began to lick the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip. Finished with the underside of his member, she peeled his foreskin back and began to suck his crown, pausing from time to time to circle her tongue around the ridge just behind it, or to nibble with her lips at the tender hole at the tip.

"Please don't," Jack protested, "God, it feels so....... Stop! I can't stand it."

"Just tell him, sweet," Karen answered as she returned to jacking him with her hand. "Tell Bart to fuck your wife, and you fuck me. What are you waiting for? You heard her beg him for it. She's a slut, a whore. He owns her now. Let him have her. Take me as your slave instead. Please my darling, for me! Tell him to take the bitch and fuck her."

Mae's husband was squirming with discomfort, but he refused to give in. Karen returned to her blow job, and Jack went on gritting his teeth, trying with all his might to resist the temptation of this lovely red head who literally had him by the balls. Finally he cried out in frustration and pain. 

"Oh God no! Stop it Please. No more! I'm about to cum in your mouth."

Karen could sense that was true and that Jack was indeed close to ejaculation. Quickly her mouth abandoned the penis she had been devouring like a licorice stick.

"Well, we can't have that now can we? We need to save that for my cunt. Here honey, lets give you a break for a minute of two. God, how I need you. I'm going to sit down on your wonderful prick just like your wife is sitting on Bart's. When you feel how hot and sweet my pussy is, I just know you'll ask Bart to fuck your bitch wife." 

Karen rose from between Jack's legs, but tied apart as they were, it was not easy for her to mount his tortured cock. Only by poking her legs thru at the back of the chair arm rungs was she able to slide her slick cunt down over the hard-on jutting upward from Jack's loins. Jack moaned as the soft walls of her vagina enveloped every inch of his already sensitive penis. Karen hugged her breasts to his chest, gripping him as tight as she could, trying with all her might to hold her pussy motionless around him. Jack, however, went crazy trying to move, hunching his hips against his ropes in a frantic effort to move his cock in and out of the delightful sleeve of female flesh that held it prisoner.

"No, No, darling," Karen told him. "Not yet! Only when you give your wife to Bart and tell him to fuck her. Tell him honey! Tell him to fuck the slut bitch. I promise you darling, I will be your slave. My sweet pussy will drain every drop from your balls, and what my pussy doesn't get, my mouth will."

"AAAugh!" was the only reply poor Jack could muster, but it was apparent that whatever resolve he had left was eroding. Long moments passed. It must have seemed an eternity to Jack. His face turned a fiery red. His desperation grew with each second that ticked by. 

Poor Jack was nearing the end. Bart knew it, and spoke to him once more. "You hubby, you're such a damn fool. Here your slut wife sits, full of my cock, begging me to give her more, while you act there like a dumb ass refusing a straight up trade of slave slut for slave slut. Say it you dumb shit. You know you want to. Say it! Say, 'Bart my friend, please fuck my slut wife.' It's as easy as that and Karen is all yours to do with as you wish."

Poor Jack could take it no more. "All right, God damn you. You win, you bastard. Go ahead. Fuck my wife."

"No, that's not quite right Jack," Bart answered. "Its PLEASE fuck my SLUT wife.' Now while were back to that, beg me a little. Plead a bit. Convince me that you really want me to screw this slut bitch you married."

Jack's resolution caved in, and he gave way. "Oh God!" Yes! Yes! Please fuck my slut wife. 'My friend Bart, please fuck the slut bitch I married.' I beg you. I beg. Take her. She's yours. Stick her with your cock. Fuck her cunt. Fuck her ass. Fuck her any way you like for God's sake. I don't care any more. Just let this whore on my lap ride my cock. Good God, man. Call your off your dog and tell her to fuck me and let me cum in her pussy!"

Mae sighed in relief. "To be fucked at last," was her first thought. After all, wasn't that was what she had yearned for despite herself ever since Bart had stripped her and made her suck his cock this morning? Bart's big cock all to herself, pleasuring her pussy, that was what she had begged Bart to give her..., what she begged Jack to let her have? 

Why was it then, even full of cock, even with the euphoria of orgasms coming on her, did she feel so confused, so crushed, so disappointed? Her loving husband had traded her for another woman's mouth and pussy. One slave for another, female flesh for female flesh. Is that why poor Mae had never before in her whole life felt so shattered, so alone and abandoned? 

(To be Continued?? THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO READ ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY, PLEASE VOTE, AND LET ME KNOW WITH FEEDBACK.) 



Gangster Captive Ch. 3



When we left Mae at the end of Chapter 2, she was impaled on the gangster Bart's cock, and although grateful to be fucked at last by her cruel master, she was never the less distressed that her husband would trade her for another woman's mouth and pussy. Our story continues from that moment as Mae and Karen sit astride the laps of Bart, and Mae's husband Jack, ready to ride the hard pricks that are buried in their cunts.

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Bart snarled impatiently in Mae's ear. "Well my sweet slut Bitch, what are you waiting for? Now is your chance! MOVE! Fuck yourself! RIDE MY COCK! 

Ever since her slutty blow job this morning, Mae had been struggling with the thought of having Bart's cock in her pussy. That Bart would take what he wanted from her, whenever he wanted, was not in question. Mae herself, however, was emotionally torn between her hatred of this new 'owner', and an unaccountable lust to be ravished by him. Her latent wanton hunger to submit to this cruel demanding man, and be fucked by him, was something May simply could not reconcile with her conscience. 

Only minutes ago, the moment of truth had finally come as Bart ordered her to mount his cock. She did not protest. She did not hesitate. Even with her husband watching, her ardor did not cool. She had climbed upon her master's lap and enveloped his hard-on with her pussy willingly, eagerly, begging him to fuck her. 

Pandora's box was now open. Primal desires long repressed were stirring that could no longer be denied or even controlled. In the end, all Mae's uncertainty and moral debate was irrelevant, and her surrender was as quick as it was inevitable. Bart had teased, tormented, and tortured her, putting her thru a sensual hell, before giving her the cock she so badly needed. Yes..., let there be no question, he had broken his mare to the saddle. In spite of herself, Mae had become a slut, Bart's slut, and to have him fuck her had become her obsession.

Of course with Bart mere seduction was not enough. His sluts had be humbled, shamed, and made to submit to him publicly. In stripping Mae of her dignity and will to resist, he brought her husband in to watch his wife's humiliating surrender. As a step to total submission, Bart first forced the helpless Mae to masturbate herself to an orgasm in front of Jack and all of Bart's gang of cut throats. 

Afterwards, Bart had held his naked victim between his knees playing with her tits and pussy for what seemed to her an eternity, tantalizing her, tempting her, seducing her away from her husband and whatever was left of her moral code. 

Then, as if that sensual torment wasn't enough, he next forced her to sit motionless on his hard-on peg of blood and flesh until Jack agreed to give her to him as his slut. Never in all her life had Mae suffered such raw sexual need as during those long minutes trying to deny the orgasm that was bubbling in her cunt, filled as it was to the brim with ten inches of Bart's warm man meat. 

Now, finally and at long last, Bart has given Mae permission to ride the male rod that has been buried inside her pussy for so many tortured minutes. Now, at long last, she is permitted to rub his hard man flesh across her clit and against the nerves of her vagina. Now, at long last, she is permitted to have the orgasm that had been building in her throughout the day. Now, at long last, Bart's penis is hers to use as she will. In the heat of an overwhelming passion, Mae is eager to prove she is the submissive slut this awful man wants her to be. 

She had been wounded, disappointed and distressed when her husband gave her up to this gangster. To his credit, he had tried to resist, but in the end, his own lust had been too much. With Karen's pussy around his cock, Jack surrendered just as Mae had, and just as Mae had, he begged Bart to fuck her. His collapse was hard for Mae to believe, and she could not help but feel betrayed. 

Mae knew, however, she was as much to blame for Jack's failure of faith as he was, indeed even more so. Mae hated the very thought that her loving husband would trade her for a gangster's red headed whore, but her bitter jealousy was quenched by the memory of the passion with which she had also begged Bart to fuck her. 

At least Jack had at first refused. She, on the other hand, had not hesitated. From the very first taste of Bart's cock inside her pussy she had asked..., no begged..., her husband to give her to Bart. Those pleading words were now bile in her mouth. In heat to have Bart fuck her, Mae was in no position to object to her husband enjoying the favors of a beautiful redhead. 

"Good for the goose, good for the gander " she thought. 

A quick peek to the side confirmed for Mae that Karen had already begun to take her pleasure from Jack's cock and mouth as he sat tied naked and helpless in the straight backed chair. Karen was riding high on Jack's lap with her legs poked thru under the chair arms. Her hands were behind her lover's head hugging his head into the full cleavage between her bare breasts. Her hips were hunching back and forth, grinding Jack's hard prick deliciously inside her pussy. 

Pressed against Karen's ample tits as he was, Mae could not see the expression on Jack's face, but she could hear him moan. She had heard that moan often before and she knew it was the signal that her husband would soon cum, only this time his seed would spill into another woman's womb.

Mae was every bit as near to her own orgasm as her husband was to his. Sitting helplessly pegged upon a ten inch pole of swollen hard-on, she was completely at the mercy of this dominating stranger who now owned her as his love slave. Her raw desire was entirely too much to for Mae to deal with. As she began to move on the cock that filled her, Scarlet O'Hara's closing line at the end of Gone With the Wind, popped into her head: 

"I'll think about it tomorrow," Scarlet had said. Yes, Mae also would think about all this tomorrow, but for now it was enough that she was at last fucking herself on Bart's big cock.

Mae's movement on the penis that filled her was becoming faster and stronger. Using her thighs to press down against her master's legs, she lifted and released her hips in a motion that pumped her pussy up and down in scant inches of quickening rhythm. Bart's lips and tongue were on her nipples sending pangs of electric pleasure running from those sensitive teats down to an already inflamed pussy. Her master's strong hands were under her ass, spreading her cheeks, and helping to lift and lower his fuck toy over the upright pole of man flesh that held her prisoner. 

A small orgasm washed thru Mae's ovaries almost immediately. That shock was soon followed by a much stronger second one that rocked her senses and left her screaming at her new lover and master.

"Fuck me you bastard, FUCK ME! Fuck your slut! Give me more. Do something you son of a bitch! Poke me with it! Move your ass! HARDER, give it to me HARDER!

Bart was doing he best to do just that, but seated in a straight back chair, he had little leverage to do more than he already was to satisfy the wild woman riding the penis in his lap. Fortunately for them both, Mae's pussy already had all stimulation it could handle. The third orgasm hit her with the shattering power of an earthquake, but even through the spasm of her tissues, she could feel the cock inside her pulse and spit, filling her womb with warm male essence.

"Oh God Damn Bitch but you're good. What a pussy!" Bart managed to exclaim thru clenched teeth. "So tight, but so slick and smooth. You slut. You just took my cock out by the roots. I may chain you to my bed and fuck you forever."

It was a well fucked Mae that fell forward in exhaustion and release, her chin landing on her master's shoulder with her breasts pressed against his chest. "Yes..., yes, you big cock fucking bastard!" she told him. "God damn you anyway. Oh God, More! I AM your slut. Do with me as you will, but FUCK ME!"

"Admit it slut," Bard demanded of her. Admit it! You have never been fucked like that in your life. Tell me! Tell hubby here! Admit that you loved it and that you want it again!

Mae was too shaken to refuse Bart anything. Anyway it was true. It had been the best intercourse of her life, and she did want it again..., and again.

"My God, Yes," she whimpered in his ear. I loved it. Yes, I want you to fuck me again. Keep me fucked like that and you won't need chains to keep me in your bed. Your cock will be enough. I'll be your slut..., forever."

Sated at last Mae was able to take inventory of her surroundings. To her horror she remembered for the first time since Bart had told her she was going to 'put on a show for the boys' that his entire gang of thugs had been watching as her master humiliated, teased, broke, and then fucked his new slut. How could she have forgotten that she was on display like a disgusting porno queen in a cheap Times Square sex emporium. She had been so thoroughly lost in her passion that it was simply did not matter that she was not only fucking a complete stranger, but doing so before an audience as well. 

Then, for the first time she realized that to be publicly used before these murders and thieves might not be the worst of her disgrace. Over to her right she saw Jimbo with the family camcorder to his face taping her shame for posterity. How long had he been doing that? Had he taped her masturbating, and sucking Bart's cock while she fingered her pussy. What would Bart do with that tape? The possibilities horrified Mae, a fear intensified by the chilling realization that the tape was one more link in chain that bound her to her new owner..., the bastard.

She thought, "Nothing more than I deserve. What a whore I have allowed this man to make of me."

Her own fires banked and sated, Mae's thoughts returned to her husband Jack. A cursory look to her left seared into her brain forever the image of a tall red headed slut mounted high over her husband's hips, his cock still buried in her cunt, but with a trickle of white cum beginning to seep from the seal of her pussy lips around that softening penis. Her arms were hugging him to her, and a hand on the back of his head tenderly guided his lips and tongue to the service of a long hard nipple. 

The sight brought Mae's emotions to a boil, fifty percent jealousy and fifty percent self pity. God damn him she thought. Her husband hadn't just fucked that bitch, he was making love to her. 

Mae should have been more careful, about showing her feelings. Bart was certain to exploit the smallest weakness, and sure enough, when he saw the anger and hurt in her face, it was his cue to defile his new slut in still another way.

"All right, both of you bitches," he commanded with the authority of a drill sergeant, "off our cocks and switch. Karen, you bring that freshly fucked pussy of yours over here and suck my cock clean, and you Mae, on your knees in front of your husband and do the same for him. I'll bet that thing of his is downright ripe with Karen's pussy juice."

Depressed now after coming off her sexual high, and unsettled to learn her humiliation had been preserved on tape, Mae had nothing left with which to contest her pitiful servitude. Obediently she crawled to between Jack's spread legs to where a semi-soft cock covered with male and female sex fluids was waiting for her. It seemed unfair that a wife should have to clean some other woman's mess from her own husband's cock, but she remembered the whip marks on poor Karen's ass and knew to argue would only bring her a beating. 

With a sigh or resignation, Mae fed the cum covered prick into her mouth and began to scrub it with her tongue. She had rarely sucked her husband in their marriage, but she had done so often enough to recognize the additional and unfamiliar flavor of Karen's pussy. Behind her she could hear Bart talking to Jack.

"Now isn't this the way to deal with a woman, you dumb shit? This is what your wife wanted all along you know, to be naked and on her knees worshipping a big cock. Watch now while I teach you how to satisfy your dearly beloved. Learn and you may live to have a future ."

Mae caught Bart's enigmatic smile out of the corner of her eye as she wondered what all that could mean. "You may live to have a future?" What could that possibly mean. She had no time to ponder the puzzle, however. Jack's penis was already once more rock hard in her mouth, and Bart had again begun to give orders as he spoke to Jack as if instructing a high school student. 

"A woman can't know who's boss until she's been fucked in the ass. Karen, go to the kitchen and bring me back a bottle of olive oil. Jimbo tie this slut's hands. Tied like that, her focus will be on what a slut she is when she takes a cock up her ass for the first time. Then untie Jack. I'm pretty sure he won't try to escape while I am teaching him how to properly fuck his wife's ass.

Jimbo pulled Mae roughly to her feet, and spun her around pulling her arms behind her. Using the end of the rope of her noose and make shift leash, he bound her wrists together behind her back. With her hands tied she was actually no more helpless than before, but somehow her bondage emphasized a bitter truth. She was indeed Bart's slut, his slave, and if he wanted her ass, then she must offer him that last virgin hole of her body. 

It was a terrible thing to be a slave, to be owned and used, yet Mae found herself strangely aroused to be so helpless and at the mercy of this dominant man. Her pussy spasmed as long forgotten images from her masturbation fantasies flickered across her memory. She had so often fingered herself to orgasm imagining herself as a naked concubine in just this situation..., tied and awaiting her master to take his pleasure from every hole in her body. 

Once her arms were securely tied behind her, Bart asked, "Are you ready slut?

Mae was too terrified, and too horny to speak. Was she ready? She must have been ready for something sure enough. Pussy juice was running down her leg. Yes, she was ever so ready.

"Lay over the arm of he couch with your ass in the air and your legs spread. Jack and I want to see your cunt, and ass hole. We have something to fill them both."

Mae shuddered at the thought of what he must have in mind, but she was afraid to do otherwise. Dutifully she pressed her pubic bone against the padded arm of the leather couch, and fell forward so that her upper body lay flat and face down on the seat cushions. Her feet, however, remained on the floor, leaving her buttocks elevated and vulnerable across the broad couch arm. 

Pale and frightened, she buried her face into the soft leather of the seat. She could not bear to look for, or at, the cock that she knew would soon bury itself in her ass. 

"Spread those legs, bitch," Bart commanded, not satisfied with the width between her thighs.

Mae pushed her legs wider apart, at the same time struggling keep the tips of her toes in contact with the floor. Stretched naked over the couch arm, her legs wide spread, her hands tied uselessly behind her back, Mae's ass and pussy holes were obscenely exposed and available to Bart and her husband standing behind her. Almost immediately she felt fingers began to probe at both orifices.

Without warning the cold plastic of a big cock shaped dildo split open her pussy. 

"Where did that thing come from?" she wondered, and then decided, "Bart must have found the dresser drawer where I have my private toys hidden. Jack could not have told him where they were, he didn't even know I had them. Or did he?" 

Slowly the artificial dick withdrew, and then slid back down the vaginal canal till it touched bottom; then slowly back out; and then back in. In and out, in and out, in a slow tormenting rhythm as either Bart or Jack, she couldn't tell which one, continued to fuck her with that make believe penis. Then, just when she thought she could stand it no more, her distress was doubled. A oily finger joined in, and with the same rhythm as the dildo probing her pussy, began to jab in and out of her exposed ass hole.

It was awful. It was wonderful. It was torture. It was sensuous and erotic. It was..., well it was a sensual experience beyond endurance. Mae's first small orgasm hit her just as a well oiled thumb went up her ass, probing and twisting, reaming her anus before it withdrew. Next came a finger, also heavily oiled, followed by a second, and then a third digit, stretching her, opening her, lubricating her the doorway to her bowel, making her ready for the big cock she knew would come soon enough. 

"Please Bart..., Jack! Please, stop. I can't take anymore. I can't catch my breath. You're driving me crazy"

"Are you sure, Mae." It was Bart who spoke. "Do you really want us to stop?"

"No, No, No, God, please don't stop, Make me cum again..., but..., but.., Please help me. Let me rest a little. I'll die if I cum again like that. But don't stop. I can't stand it..., but, but don't stop. No, Goddamn, I don't care, fuck my ass and let me die."

But they did stop. The fingers were gone, and the dildo while still there, no longer pumped in and out of that tortured pussy. The respite would be brief, however. Someone was standing close behind her, pressing what must be a real penis into the crack between her buttocks. 

She heard Bart talking to her husband. "Now Jack! Give the bitch what she needs. Take her! Fuck her ass. For once in your life take your wife and show her you're a man." 

Mae felt a fumbling behind her, then a probing at the opening to her bowel..., and then a hard male shaft that pried her sphincter open. Her anus was suddenly on fire with pain..., and minutes later..., with pleasure. Mae's rape of her last virgin hole had begun, not by some brute of a gangster, but by her own husband.

Jack pressed in, and pulled back, then pressed in again, working his length up her bowel. As the cock slid past her sphincter, that ribbon of muscle stretched until he was able to jack himself in and out of her well oiled passage in a constant rhythm. With every in stroke, it seemed to Mae that another climax ripped thru the tissues of her ass and cunt. With every stroke, the leather couch arm pressed her clit against the dildo in her pussy adding fuel to what was already a roaring flame. True, the cock plundering her bowel hurt some, but such orgasms, greater than she had ever enjoyed before, made the pain worth while. These sensual sensations poured out of her ovaries in a long unbroken stream, rushed thru her pussy and clit to her nipples, and then finally exploded in flash before her eyes. 

Jack had already cum once in Karen's pussy, and he was primed to give his wife's ass a full ride. He had never seen her so filled with passion as she babbled to him in filthy words, begging him to fuck her ass, fuck her, fuck her harder. It was all too much for him. As determined as he was to have his revenge, to use her bowel until she cried out for mercy, he was only flesh and blood after all. All too soon he felt his balls tighten as he lost his wad up his wife's nether hole.

"Bravo, Bravo." Mae heard Bart cheering on her husband. "Damn if you aren't a quick study. You may learn how to keep a woman happy after all."

Mae felt Jack's cock leave her with a soft sucking sound, and right after, either he or Bart pulled the dildo out of her cunt. Both her cunt and her ass hole felt stretched and distended, and she knew she must be leaking cum from both. Somewhere off to the side she heard the whir of Jimbo's camcorder further documenting what a slutty whore she had become.

She also heard Bart announcing to his gang that this was at the end of his slut's show for this evening. A good captain looks after his men, however, and Bart was willing to share his females with his soldiers. "Whose turn is it to fuck Karen?" he asked looking around expectantly. "I think it must be yours Sam. Enjoy! Take her up to one of the spare bedrooms and fuck the horny out of her."




Gangster Captive Ch. 3



Mae wondered if Bart regularly shared all his sluts with members of his gang. If so, that would make her a whore for sure. She looked up just in time to see the big black man leading Karen out of the room, and idly considered if it was true that black cocks were bigger than those on white men. God, if they were bigger than Bart's, how could a woman take them? Bart's next orders interrupted her musing about the size of black penises, and returned her to thoughts of her immediate fate.

"Jimbo, take Jack to the master bedroom and tie him to the bed. Then go bring the girl and tie her on the bed too; real cozy with her daddy if you know what I mean. Wait for me there. My slut and I will be along after we've had a drink."

Mae's blood ran cold. 'The girl' could only mean Cindy. It had been to protect her tender 18 year old daughter from this awful oversexed man that she had first sucked this beast's cock. Had her sacrifice been in vain? Was Bart going to renege on his promise and rape Cindy despite all she had done?

Bart handed her a glass filled with whiskey on the rocks, and demanded that she drink even as she began to protest. "Bart you promised me. You said if I cooperated, and sucked your cock you wouldn't bother my daughter."

"No, bitch, you misquote me," Bart answered. "I said if you did as you were told the boys and I wouldn't rape and kill her, and that promise still goes. I never said I wouldn't have a little fun with her, and tease her some to see if she is as big a slut as her mother. Now, if you value the skin on your ass I had better not hear any more about her."

Mae could see it was useless to argue with him. Dutifully she drank the whiskey he offered her, and even had second glass, grateful for the buzz and blank spot the liquor left on her brain. Fifteen or twenty minutes passed before Bart took the end of the makeshift rope noose and leash that was still around her neck and led a naked and crestfallen and slightly tipsy Mae down the hall to her bedroom.

What she saw there stunned her. Her husband was tied spread eagled across the bed, his arms and legs stretched to the corners. A raging hard-on stuck straight up from his crotch. His head was on a pillow shoved flush to the very top of the bed. Kneeling there on his face, her back against the headboard, and her cunt pressed directly over her father's mouth, was Mae and Jack's daughter, Cindy. Her arms were stretched wide, each one tied tight to a top corner of the headboard. The stress on her arms forced her breasts to stand out from her chest, proud and vulnerable. The puffy aureoles and nipples that are the mark of a young girl were blood filled, swollen, and obviously excited.

"Has he licked her yet?" Bart asked Jimbo.

"Not yet boss. I've told him to but he's a stubborn mule.

"Well, squeeze his balls a little. Let's see if we can't convince himself to be less a mule and more of a stud. How could anybody not want to eat a pussy as sweet as that one?"

Jimbo reached between Jacks legs and began to squeeze his ball sack. "Lick damn you before I make crushed almonds out of these things." 

Poor Jack let out a scream muffled by the young cunt that covered his mouth. His pain must have been intense, and the fingers crushing his balls did not slacken until his tongue reached out and began to probe the tender young slit above it. Cindy reacted immediately, lifting slightly to give her father a better access to her pussy. Her breathing quickly became heavy, and she caught her breath in a gasp every time that rampaging tongue went deep inside her, or reached up high enough to rake the clit that had emerged from its folds at the top of her cunt. 

Mae watched the incestuous scene with mixed feelings of horror and resignation. Her baby was about to cum from her own father eating her pussy, but there was nothing Mae could do to stop the tongue that was racing up and down that sensitive slit. Anyway, Cindy was obviously in heat and she wanted more. Mae couldn't blame her for that. She knew only too well how it felt to be gripped by a passion that couldn't be controlled. 

Bart understood all that too as he began a campaign to torment a second Anderson female into submission. From the looks of things, Cindy would be as easy a victim as her mother had been. Mae would have agreed with him about that. She could not help but think as she watched Cindy ride her father's talented tongue, "Just another slut like her mother."

Bart stepped up to the bed, dragging Mae along behind him. Dropping the end of Mae's leash he reached with both hands to cup and stroke those young and inviting breasts. They were as soft and smooth as velvet to his touch. Spreading his fingers slightly he captured a nipple between index and forefinger of each hand, and then closing the gap he pinched the tender flesh until the poor girl moaned in response.

"Do you like my hands on your tits, Cindy," Bart asked.

"Yes Sir, they feel good there. They make me hot," was the answer.

"How about what your father is doing to you Cindy? Do you like that too?" 

"Oh yes Sir. Even more." came the slightly breathless reply.

"Have you ever had your pussy eaten before Cindy?"

"No Sir!"

"Are you a virgin Cindy?"

"No Sir."

"How may time have you been fucked"

"Five, maybe six times. I kinda lost count."

"By whom"

"By my boyfriend, Kevin!"

"Did you like being fucked, Cindy. Did it feel good and make you cum"

"Yes Sir," except for the first time when it hurt, it always felt good when I let him do it to me; and yes after that first time, I came every time."

"Would you like to be fucked again right now, Cindy. Would you like to ride your father's cock with your pussy?" Bart brought a nipple to his mouth and ran his tongue around the aureole. His victim threw her head back and moaned again, louder this time.

"Yes Sir, but that wouldn't be right would it, not with my dad."

"Oh but it will be O.K.. Your dad wants to fuck you, just look at his cock. Your mother will understand, she likes to be fucked too. She will even suck on him, and make his penis slick and wet for you."

"O.K. my sweet slut," Bart was talking to Mae now altho his eyes never left those of poor Cindy. "Crawl between hubby's legs, and go down on him. Easy tho, mind you I don't want him going of in your mouth. Save that for Cindy's cunt." 

Mae was almost grateful to have something sensual to do after the shock of listening to Bart examine her daughter about her sexual experience. As Mae crawled between Jack's legs and began to suck him, she puzzled over her daughter's answers. She had no idea that Cindy's pimply faced boyfriend had been fucking her. If she could get off on that nerd as a lover, what kind of a slut would she be when she had a real man's cock inside her?

With Mae hard at her task, Bart again spoke to Cindy, "Are you ready to cum now girl?"

"Yes Sir! Oh God yes!"

"Well, cum then. Cum for me and your dad, and I'll turn you loose and let you sit on that pole your mother is making wet and hard and ready for you. Think how good that will feel. Think how you will cum with daddy's big cock in your pussy. Come on now, let it go, CUM FOR US!"

"AAAGHH!" was all the answer Cindy could manage as her orgasm washed over her.

"Turn her loose Jimbo," was Bart's command, and within a minute and a half his lieutenant had undone the knots at both her wrists. Bart slid a hand under each of Cindy's arm pits, and after raising her off her father's face, he pulled the teen roughly forward, forcing her to walk on her knees, until she was over Jack's crotch and up against her mother's bobbing head.

"Enough Mae, you can come up for air now," he told her. Then speaking again to Cindy he directed her as if choreographing a dance step, "Line that pussy up right over your dad's penis. Your mom is going to hold it in her hand and slide it into your pussy as you drop down on it."

"You hear that Slut?" he asked Mae, "It'll be up to you to aim that big pecker right where it will do the most good. I'm sure Cindy appreciates your help."

Mae's heart sank. Of all the awful humiliating things! The cruel bastard! How could he ask a woman to slide her husband's prick in to their daughter's pussy? Today Bart had cajoled her husband of almost twenty years to fuck another woman in front of her, but surely this humiliation was much worse. That she would help him fuck their only daughter was horrible, awful, shameful beyond belief. Damn Bart anyway! He just wouldn't quit reminding her that she was not only his slut, she was his slave.

But, slave she was, and she had no choice. Mae crouched between her husband's legs and held his cock in her hand, waiting as her daughter lowered her butt slowly down toward it. Cindy's pussy was swollen and already beginning to spread in anticipation of the penis her mother was holding ready to insert between its lips. Cindy's bottom finally arrived, and the tip of the cock in Mae's hand brushed lightly against the crack of the girls ass, but slightly off center. Mae adjusted its position, and the big head split apart the slit of that descending pussy, lodging itself there, ready to pry its way into the feminine core of the young girl.

"Ohhhhhh! OOHHHH!" The teen moaned in pleasure and pain. She tossed her head and closed her eyes as a full sized adult cock filled her pussy for the first time. She was tight, and she eased herself down very slowly, only inch or less at a time, allowing for the stretch of her tissues to accommodate the man meat she was taking inside her. Mae's hand was no longer needed as a guide and she pulled it away. Long seconds, then a full minute ticked by, and the muscles in Cindy's thighs were trembling with the strain. Finally she was all the way down, filled to the hilt with her father's penis. She moaned again. "Ohhhhhh! OOHHHH!" 

"How does that feel girl," Bart asked. "Doesn't if feel good to be full of cock?

"Oh yes Sir," Cindy answered, still polite even tho obviously in the grip of an overwhelming passion for the cock inside her. "He's so much bigger than my Kevin. I am so full. Please can I move now? I want to feel him sliding in my pussy."

"Certainly," Bart answered. "Fuck yourself on your daddy's cock. Ride that big rod. Put your fingers on your clit, and press it against his cock. Cum girl, and bring him off with you."

Cindy began to rock her hips forward and back, raising and lowering her pussy with each stroke. As Bart's suggested, her fingers pushed the sensitive head of her clit against the cock inside her, raking her pussy nub with every movement. Behind her Jack was gritting his teeth trying unsuccessfully not to enjoy the sensations that were running thru his cock. "I must not cum," he told himself, but even as he promised, Jack knew it was a lost cause as his daughter's pussy sucked at the load in his balls. 

"Oh God, it feels so good," Cindy wailed as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. "Oh daddy, fuck me! FUCK ME! More! HARDER!

And, then as Mae watched, her daughter climaxed, not once but in a string of passionate cums that left her weak and faint. At the end, spent and exhausted by her ride on her dad's cock, she fell forward on her hands, struggling for breath. Despite his best efforts, Jack own ejaculation had come right in the middle of his daughter's passion. He hated himself, but he also realized knew that this may have been the best fuck of his life.

To Be Continued...?

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Gangster Captive Ch. 4



Bart was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, so pleased was he with himself. With Jimbo's help, Bart had tied Jack spread eagled on the bed, and forced him to eat his daughter's teenage pussy. With Cindy in heat from her father's tongue, Bart had convinced young girl to mount her dad's big cock. Even better, he had made Mae slide her husband's cunt splitter into that young, hardly used slit. 

All that was over now, although Cindy was still sitting impaled on Jack's shrinking member, slumped forward on her hands, exhausted by her shattering orgasms. Jack lay still also, cursing Bart under his breath, but sated and spent after filling his daughter's cunt with a full load of his cum.

"Oh shut the fuck up," Bart snarled at the unhappy father. You know you enjoyed that big time, and for damn sure your daughter did. Look at her. The first real fuck of her life, and she loved it. It's about time you gave your women what they need, and what they need is some regular cock.

"But Bart, you said..." Mae tried to interrupt.

Bart cut her short. "I know damn well what I said. I said me and the boys wouldn't rape your daughter. Well, it wasn't any of us who just fucked her, and it damn sure wasn't rape. It looks to me like your darling little missy loves having her pretty little pussy stuffed with a big dick just as much as her slut mother does."

Bart turned away from Mae to speak to Cindy who had by then rocked backwards onto her haunches. Unwilling to give up the penis buried in her quim, however, the young girl was still astride her father's member even though it was by then softening and shrinking inside her. 

"What about that Sweet Chops," Bart asked Cindy. "Did that thing feel good in your pussy?

"Yes, you bet it did. Real good!"

"Was it better than with your boy friend?" Bart asked.

"Yes Sir, much better. Kevin isn't so big and he doesn't last very long. This was better than I ever thought sex could be. I couldn't even get my breath. 

"You want it again, don't you? More cock I mean?" Bart asked with an assured grin on his face.

"OH YES SIR! I do want it again. Can he do it to me again..., please?" 

Mae was stunned. Her supposedly innocent daughter was begging this stranger to have her father fuck her again. It was no act either, a very real lust glinted in the teen's eyes as she pleaded for more cock.

"Well, honey bunch," Bart answered, "I don't think your old dad is going to be much good to you for a while. I need a shower and so do you. You come along with me while your momma cleans up after you with her mouth. She loves to suck dick and you have left her a tasty one." 

Then, as if an after thought, he spoke to Mae again, adding, "When you finish that little job slut, take the noose off your neck and join Cindy and me in the shower.

"Sucking Jack's cock clean after he has fucked some other woman is getting to be a habit..., and a bad one," Mae thought to herself as she crawled between her husband's legs and went down on him. This was the worst yet, however. This was her daughter's pussy juice she was tasting on the penis she had always regarded as her own. 

"Damn Bart anyway," she mumbled under her breath, "he never quits shaming me." 

The bastard was right about one thing tho. In this one terrible day, Mae had reversed a lifetime aversion to fellatio. Suddenly, inexplicably, having a penis in her mouth had become irresistible to her, even one like this, all used up and covered with male and female sex residue. Indeed, she took such pleasure from sucking her husband that she refused to call his member clean until he was again fully erect, and moaning in delicious pain from the suction on his empty balls. Mae knew this was unfair of her, but it was a revenge that she relished almost as much as having her mouth filled with dick.

Mae left her husband still bound spread eagled on the bed, unsatisfied, but with an absurd and useless hard-on standing straight up from the split between his legs. Bart's faithful lieutenant, Jimbo still on guard duty, was giggling at Jack's discomfort as Mae left the room. 

Mae removed the noose from around her neck, and opened the bathroom door to find the shower stall empty. Bart had discovered the master bedroom's Jacuzzi tub, and he and Cindy were stacked upon each other soaking in the hot bubbling water. Bart was on the bottom and Cindy lay on her back between his legs. Bart's arms were around the pretty teen, and one hand was happily playing with a tit while the other was fingering her pussy. 

The smile on her daughter's face told Mae a good deal more than she wanted to know. The shy girl Mae had raised had gone off somewhere, and replacing her was this smiling hussy slut who apparently enjoyed Bart using her as his whore. 

"Hi Mom," Cindy greeted her mother brightly, ignoring the fact that she was lying naked in the arms of a stranger, a man who claimed to own her mother as his slut. "Bart didn't know about the Jacuzzi in here. Better than a shower, Huh?"

"Now look here young lady," Mae began to scold her offspring, "this is serious business..."

"Oh Mom, for Christ Sakes, don't be upset," Cindy interrupted her mother. "I'm not stupid. I can see what is going on. These men are cruel and dangerous, and I know what they want from us..., Why else would I be naked with a finger in my cunt? Don't you remember? I was there watching when this same man forced you kneel naked at his feet and suck him off. I don't know what else they have made you do, but I can guess it was every bit as humiliating as that blow job. Whatever it was tho, it must have also been damned sexy because it has turned you on."

"Now you listen to me," Mae interrupted, "I'm not a whore..."

Cindy cut her mother's protest short. "Don't tell me you're not turned on momma. Your pussy is swollen and your nipples are hard. I know horny when I see it. I'm sure you have been doing what you thought you had to, but you don't have to play the martyr any more, at least not on my account. I understand, and mom, its all right. You were raped and your body reacted to what was done to you. It could happen to any woman. The same thing happened to me in there with daddy. Didn't you understand that?"


Mae tried to interrupt again and began "No darling, it isn't that way..."

Cindy again refused to let her mother talk. "You're not listening momma. I said Its all right. I'm their female captive too, and if being a slut will keep us alive, I will be one right along with you. Anyway, I'm 18, an adult, and hey, I've been fucked before. I liked it. I think I like it even better now. A little while ago Bart asked me if I wanted more cock, and I told him I did. It was the truth momma. At that moment, I was aching for more. God, I was so hot, I would have died for more. You want more too. I can see it in your eyes. Stop beating up yourself. Sure, to stay alive we are accepting rape, but something else is also true. We both like to be fucked. We need to be fucked. We're both sluts momma. We just didn't know that before this bastard Bart and his gang came along."

"Looks like your child is all grown up Slut," Bart broke into the Cindy's speech. "She wants more cock in that tight little pussy, and me and the boys are gonna give it to her...,lots of it..., and it ain't rape neither. No time like the present get to started I always say." 

He pulled himself out from under Cindy and took a seat on the edge of the tub with only his feet in the water and his knees spread as wide as they would reach. 

"Get in the tub slut," he ordered Mae. "Every girl should be taught how to suck cock by her mother. Here, both of you crawl up close between my legs. You slut can start by showing your daughter how to soap and wash a cock real good, especially the ridge around the head. I want to be clean and sanitary when your daughter sucks me."

"And you sweet chops," Bart was talking to Cindy now. "Ever sucked a cock before?"

"No sir!"

"Good! You haven't developed any bad habits. Watch your momma now, and see how she washes me before laying me out on her tongue."

Mae, carefully soaped Bart's penis and gonads, making certain that he was clean under the skin behind the head, in the crack of his ass, and under his balls. She rinsed him clean, jacking the flaccid man meat once or twice with her hand, before running her tongue lovingly around the head. Then, taking her cue from Bart's hint of what he wanted next, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, she laid him gently on her tongue.

"Watch your momma, sweet chops," Bart instructed Cindy who was watching her mother wide eyed. "See how she lets me soak there on her tongue awhile before she begins to blow me. Trust me, that not only feels good, a man knows he owns a well trained cocksucker when she starts out slow this way. All right slut, deep throat me now!"

Mae pushed her head forward, trying to open her throat and take as much of him as she could down her gullet. Then drawing back she brought the head back to her lips, and just before it slipped from her mouth, she again drove forward, choking on his length, but swallowing a full two thirds of his ten inches.

"O.K., OK., she's got the idea slut," Bart told her as he pushed her back from his crotch. "You're too good. Much of that and I'll shoot for sure. Now lets see you try sweet chops. Momma slut, you lay it in her mouth for her."

"Damn him," Mae swore under her breath, blushing with shame. She said nothing Bart could hear, but to herself she rambled angrily, "First I had to slide her father's cock into my daughter's pussy, now he makes me put his big dick in her mouth. He does it to shame me, to put me in my place. He never lets me forget for a minute that I am only property, property with a cunt and no choice but to do as I am told." 
 Meanwhile, Cindy waited on her knees with a wide open mouth like a chick in a nest begging to be fed. Mae proved she did know her place as Bart's slut by carefully laying his prick on her daughter's tongue. Cindy in turn proved her willingness to learn by submissively holding it there until Bart finally spoke to her again. 

"All right, honey, suck me now. Imagine your mouth is a pussy and fuck my dick with it."

Slowly at first, and then faster, imitating her mother's effort, Cindy's head began to bob back and forth raking her lips up and down the hard-on that filled her mouth. With each down stroke she was able to force that big plum head deeper into her throat. Bart could not hold out long in the grip of such a soft teenage mouth. Within only minutes he grabbed his young fellatrix by the ears and yanked her to him, forcing her face into his crotch until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. 

"AARUGHHA!" Bart exploded. His penis was all the way down Cindy's throat, and she swallowed frantically to keep from drowning as his full load went down. "You little bitch! What a cock sucking natural you are! If your pussy is half as sweet as your mouth you'll be the best piece of ass I've ever had."

Now soft and sated Bart had his two captives dry him as they all left the Jacuzzi. The water on his privates he insisted they lick away with their tongues. Wrapped with a towel as if he were Caesar leaving his bath, he returned to the bedroom where Jimbo waited with his prisoner still tied to the bed. 

"Turn him loose," Bart ordered Jimbo, "and take him to the living room. Tie him up on the rug and let him sleep there. You find somebody to spell you guarding him so you can get some sleep too after you take care of that little project we talked about. These two sluts will sleep here with me."

It would be a long night for Mae and Cindy. Bart lay in the middle of the bed with a slut on each side. An arm around each of their necks pulled them close to him, and each cooperated by pressing her soft feminine body against his flank. Mae dozed off, exhausted from her day. 

It was in the wee hours of the morning when Mae was awakened by the sound of moaning and movement in the bed. Shaking the cloud of drowsiness from her mind, Mae found her daughter in heat, rolling her head from side, moaning, and squeezing one of her own tits. Bart was pinching the nipple of her other tit with his teeth, and one of his hands was between the teen's spread legs finger fucking her pussy. The way Cindy's hips were bucking to meet his hand, and from her pleas for him to fuck her, Bart must have been playing with her daughter's body for some time while Mae slept. Cindy was clearly ready and willing to take cock. 

Bart, however, alto growing in size was only semi-hard. He ordered Mae to suck him ready. It didn't take long. She hardly had him in her mouth before he was fully erect and ready to service the swollen and wet teen pussy he held in his hand. With a curse, Bart rolled out of Mae's lips to between his young slut's spread legs. In a single powerful thrust, he and drove all of his ten inches into that tender pussy, all the way to the hilt.

Even as wet and ready for him as she was, Cindy had never experienced a penis inside her anywhere near the size of Bart's. To take it all of him in one sudden shove like that was at first terribly painful. As her tissues stretched, however, the hurt faded, and Cindy began to cry out to her cruel lover. "Fuck me! Oh damn you, FUCK ME!"

Bart, however, at the crucial moment of his climax pulled his member out of poor Cindy's cunt, and straddling her mother he hand jacked himself off onto Mae's face. One spurt landed across her lips up past her nose. Another across one eye and a third on her forehead. The final spurts came with less force and landed on her breasts.

"All right you little bitch," Bart said to Cindy taking a cruel grip in her hair and yanking her to where she was nose to nose with her mother, "You wanted my cum. Lick it off! With your tongue! Clean my jizm off your slut mother's face and tits."

Two, maybe three hours later, it was Cindy's turn to suck Bart to a hard-on. It took longer this time, but gradually he came erect. He laid Mae face down with a pillow under her hips, one spread leg laying craddled in her daughter's lap. A hard male rod probed and prodded along the crack of Mae's ass, hunting, searching, for the hole of her pussy. Mae was quivering with excitement. He was not even inside her, yet small orgasmic shocks came bubbling up thru her loins from the erotic tension of this extraordinary day. Rape, if indeed that is what was happening, had never felt so good before. 

"There!" she screamed at him as his prick touched the open entrance to her core. "That is it! You have the spot..., my hole. Put it in me. Give it to me..., give me all of it for God's sake man! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Give it to her he did as his big round cock head wedged its way between her pussy lips. Then came a powerful hunch of his hips, and four, maybe five, more inches of man meat forced their way inside Mae's trembling cunt. A second such thrust and he was all the way in. Her tissues were fully extended, filled with man meat, and the tip of his weapon was pressing hard against the mouth of her womb. 

Mae lay under her master and at his mercy, split open and pegged to the bed by a huge phallus that stretched her female channel to its limit. As Bart rode her, his chest pressed against her back, weighing her down, holding her prisoner. His lips nibbled at the nape of her neck. His tongue explored her ears, inside and out. His arms and hands, jammed between her torso and the bed, fondled her tits and pinched her nipples. Helpless, defenseless, Mae could only grit her teeth and suffer this delicious erotic abuse from her rapist.

Under his weight, Mae could not respond to the great penis that was pleasuring her so. The best she could manage was to bite down on the sheet to muffle her screams, and try to hold to her sanity. Bart was nearly as immobile as Mae. Flush against her back and buttocks, Bart had little leverage with which to fuck his victim, and each stroke of his cock was limited to only an inch or two at the most. Mae didn't care. Those scant inches were quite enough to bring on orgasms that exploded in her belly like artillery fire.

And then like the lightening flash of a summer storm, it was all over. Mae's vagina overflowed with sticky cum. Bart remained on top of her, kissing her neck and back, while under her his big hands continued to play with her tits and nipples. For a very long time they remained like that, almost lovers rather than master and slave, hooked together by a softening cock soaking in female pussy juice and male semen. Mae could only wonder at what a remarkable ending this was to such a confusing and terrifying day. 

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The next morning at daybreak Bart returned to the soothing hot water of the Jacuzzi where his two slave women scrubbed his back, washed his cock, balls and ass, before drying him and helping him dress in the pants and shirt Jimbo brought for him. He returned the noose and trailing rope leash around Mae's neck, and fashioned a similar restraint for Cindy from the ropes used to tie Jack to the bed the night before. Bart returned to the living room in grand style leading the naked mother and daughter into the room as a triumphant Centurion might have once paraded a pair of prize female captives thru the streets of Rome.

The whole gang was gathered there. Karen was again clothed this morning looking only a little worse for wear after her night spent entertaining Sam's big black cock. The two chairs at center stage in front of the fireplace were gone, and in their place was a small low stool from the kitchen. On its seat, in front and slightly off center, and attached with screws thru the base was Mae's largest dildo, ten inches of plastic cock menacingly pointing straight up from the stool. Mae's eyes widened in horror as she visualized what that coal black and well oiled imitation phallus must be for. A peg for a vagina, her vagina surely. What else? 

Bart saw the realization on Mae's face, and he was grinning as he told her, "Yeah, that's right slut! What every woman needs is something to sit on while she does her daily chores."

Mae's heart sank. She looked up to Bart hopelessly, and asked, "What do you want me to do?" 

"You put on one hell of a show yesterday slut. You've have my friends here all randy and excited. Since that's your fault, don't you think you ought to do something about it? 

Mae couldn't find the will to speak, but she knew from the sarcastic threat in Bart's voice she was expected to agree. She nodded.

"It's settled then! You are going sit on that stool with the nice plastic cock up your twat, and suck off my friends. Before you begin each blow job, my friend will have five minutes to play with your tits and clit. If you cum at any time before he does, either then or while you are sucking him, he will be a lucky winner of the 'Grand Prize.' And what will that be? Why a chance to fuck your daughter of course. O.K. slut? Let's see you sit your cunt down on that thing and we can get started."

Mae was horrified, To sit impaled on that awful dildo, sucking the penises of complete strangers to ejaculation, and then swallowing their semen..., why the very thought was gross and disgusting. Even her in her wildest sexual fantasy of submission she had never considered such a thing, but now she had no choice. She was Bart's slut now and she must do whatever dirty humiliating thing her owner might demand of her. But, to make her daughter the 'Grand Prize', even for Bart, that was a new low. She could defeat him tho, if only she control herself and not orgasm. Would that be possible with that huge dildo inside her, fingers mauling her beasts, and a warm cock in her mouth?

Mae straddled the stool, and looking down, took the best aim she could at the plastic make believe cock that waited under her. She raised her head and took a deep breath and started to squat. Leering faces surrounded her, laughing, saying dirty things to her. Over their heads, in the back of the room, she could see Jack, still naked, standing with his hands tied behind him, watching her intently. Mae couldn't help but notice that her predicament had him excited half way to an erection. Beside him was her Cindy, also nude, that noose around her neck, and concern written across her face. 




Gangster Captive Ch. 4



Mae squatted still further, and lower down she lost sight of Jack and Cindy behind the jeering gang members clustered around her. Even farther down, the pointed end of the plastic penis touched the crack of her ass. She was too far forward, and she adjusted the angle of her aim. With the correction, that cruel tip made a square hit between her pussy lips, wedging her slit apart. 

Another two inches down, and the hurt began. Well greased, but oh so big, the make believe hard-on stretched the walls of her pussy and snatched the breath from her lungs. She was almost, but not quite, all the way down when her legs could take the strain no longer, and she finished with a sudden drop. Even as loud as it was, Mae's scream could hardly be heard over the cheering of the crowd around her.

The first gangster up was the one they called Tony. His cock was hanging out of his fly, already semi-hard, but he was in no hurry. There was after all a 'Grand Prize', a hardly used teen pussy to fuck, if only he could make this woman orgasm. Mae reached for the male member flopping loosely in her face, and tried to stuff it quickly into her mouth. Tony, however would have none of it. He slapped her hand away, and knelt between her legs, his index finger rubbing on her clit, pressing it against the plastic cock that filled her cunt behind that tender nub. His other hand fed a nipple into his mouth, then switched to mauling and squeezing her other breast. 

Mae gritted her teeth and ran thru the multiplication table, desperate to concentrate her thoughts on anything but the horrid imitation penis inside her and those devilish hands and lips. Just when it seemed she could no longer resist the orgasm bubbling deep in her belly, she heard Bart call, "Time." 

Reluctantly Tony released her clit and nipple and stood between her spread knees. Tugging on the rope around Mae's neck, he jerked her forward to his crotch and fed his cock into her mouth. His other hand took a handful of hair on the back of her head to hold her to his cock as he began to fuck her mouth with bucking hips. In a panic to breathe, Mae gripped the base of his prick with her fist trying to limit the depth of his penetration. 

For a moment, Mae managed to pull back a little and grab a breath of air. Tony yanked her head back down again. Mae gagged and strangled, but fortunately for Mae, although Tony's dick was long, his fuse was short, and his ejaculation came quickly. Mae swallowed spurt after spurt, but once done she refused to quit. Taking revenge for his brutality, she sucked him long after he was dry, gleefully torturing the spent man with her mouth. Finally Tony's aching balls could stand it no more, and he pulled his cock free from the vacuum of her lips with an audible 'plop'. Tony's humiliating end came just in time to conceal the tiny orgasm that slipped out in spite of all Mae could do. It was, however, a slip that went unnoticed.

Jimbo was next. He stepped before her with his cock out and in his hand, rubbing it in a slow masturbation as he waited his turn. Jimbo's cock was enormous, not as long as Bart or Sam the black man, but much bigger around. 

"I don't waste foreplay on whores," he told her, "not even to fuck their daughters. Get on with it bitch. Do you think you can handle this much dick?" Jimbo was taunting her as he slapped his flaccid meat against her cheeks and across her mouth. "Take it! C'mon baby, suck it." 

She took him in her hand, measuring him by the reach of her fingers. "Damn," she thought, "but these guys are all really hung." 

A drip of precum oozed out of the tip, and onto her fingers. Mae lowered her head, and reached out with her tongue to lick away the pearly drop of salty moisture that clung to the fiery red tip. The silken strand of male jism that remained behind glinted briefly in the light and then was gone as Mae stretched her lips wide and engulfed the giant head. Jumbo's eyes rolled back in his head even though Mae was fighting a loosing battle with the tip of this massively broad penis. Sucking him seemed impossible, and certainly she would not be able to force him into her throat. Never the less, Mae did her best to give him what he wanted, driving her head down hard, and raking the glans with lips and teeth. 

Waves of pleasure rolled thru Jimbo's balls as he punched his hips forward driving the head of his proud member against the opening to Mae's throat. Struggling to breathe, she had no choice but to let him fuck her mouth. It was easier and less painful to cooperate by bobbing her head than it was to fight him. 

"Yea, that's it bitch, yea...ju, ju, ju, just like that." Jimbo stuttered as he tried to encourage her.

Jimbo showed a remarkable stamina, however, and he was no where near ready to finish. Mae could see that this rape of her mouth was much too difficult, and was taking way too long. Jimbo relaxed for just an instant. Mae seized upon that moment to pull her head back, and spit him out of her mouth altogether. Seizing him in her hand, she jacked him slowly and deliciously, flashing his foreskin across the head and licking her tongue into the hole at the tip every time it cleared her fingers. 

Relieved from trying to suck him, she ran her tongue down the long underside of Jimbo's prick. Still pumping him with her hand, her tongue arrived at the root of his shaft where she carefully sucked one of his balls into her mouth and bathed it in her saliva. Her audience was buzzing with approval, and she heard Bart yell to her husband telling him what a "great little cocksucker" his wife was. Eager to finish now, Mae quickly stuffed as much of him back into her mouth as she could, and while continuing a furious her hand jack, she bobbed her head sucking hard on the ridge behind the big head. 

The combination of hand and mouth was too much for Jimbo. Mae felt him tense, and small early spurts hit her tongue, but these were only minor tremors before an earthquake. "Come on you son of a bitch, Finish!" she thought as she cupped his balls in a gentle massage, urging on the flood that finally arrived, too much, and too fast to swallow. Mae gagged, and despite all she could do, sticky cum escaped her lips and ran down her chin. 

When finally nothing more spurted from Jimbo's prick, Mae pulled away. As she did, Jimbo grabbed the rope around her neck leash and jerked her up short. With his finger he scooped a glob of jism off her chin his finger, and fed it into her mouth. 

"What a whore I must be," Mae thought. But she was winning. She had not cum, and Jimbo like Tony before him had failed to claim Bart's 'grand prize.'

The man they called Frank followed Jimbo in front of Mae. Frank was a tall, slender man, very neat and clean. His hair was tied back with a bandanna, and his clothes were in better condition than any of the others except for Bart. Like those before him, the cock that poked out from his fly was very big. Moreover, as Mae would discover he was very serious about winning Bart's 'Grand Prize.' 

Rather than attack poor Mae's clit with his finger as Tony had done, Frank lay face down on the floor, and from under her spread legs he wrapped his arms around her thighs. Using the leverage of that hold, he pulled himself up to where his tongue could reach the clit that was peeking out from its folds just above the joint where the plastic cock met the lips of her pussy. His assault did not end there, however. By raising and lowering his shoulders under Mae's legs an inch or so, he was able to rock her slightly forward and backward over the dreadful dildo that impaled her. 

A finger stroking her clit had been one thing, but a warm wet tongue running over that super sensitive nub..., well that was another thing altogether. Adding to that tongue was this movement on the dildo that pegged her pussy. Mae knew she was in trouble. The multiplication table no longer diverted her thoughts. She switched to doing square roots, but nothing it seemed could take her mind off that tongue, and the make believe penis that had become a living moving thing inside her. Mae whimpered fighting her body, but her struggle was hopeless. Long before Bart called 'time,' an orgasm crashing over her, this time one much to large to hide.

Mae's mouth was still open and gasping for air when Frank stood triumphantly and filled it with his cock. "Just wet it down a little honey," he told her. I'm saving this load for your daughters cunt. Maybe Bart will let you suck it out from there." 

With a dirty laugh he pulled away, pumped his fist in the air in triumph and called out, "Bring the young bitch over here to me. I want her sitting on my lap where I can feel her titties while her slut mother sucks Sam off." 

Sam the big black man, by far strongest physical specimen of the gang, stepped into Mae's face for his turn at her mouth. "How about some dark meat sweet thing. Get a good taste. You'll never want to go back to eating white meat again," 

Mae had never been attracted to black men, and in her wildest dreams she never thought she would be giving one a blow job. There wasn't anything else she could do now, however, but to run her tongue over the ebony shaft offered her. It was much too long for Mae to swallow completely. She took what she could into her throat, and then pulled all the way back until the slick black rod was almost out of her mouth. There she could skin back the uncircumcised business end, and use her tongue to make up to Sam for being unable to take all of him down her throat. 

"Raise your arms over your head honky bitch," Sam ordered. Puzzled, but without releasing the head of his black root from her mouth, Mae did as she was told. Sam's grip around each raised wrist was like steel, and showing off the strength in his arms he lifted Mae five, maybe six inches straight up from the stool, then eased her back down. It had been a sensual torture when Frank had merely rocked her to and fro on the dildo, but to be yanked up and down on that peg was a ride no woman could withstand.


Mae's only chance to avoid the fatal orgasm was to bring this big black buck off quickly. In her panic to do just that Mae sucked on the big round head in her mouth with a vengeance. Sam, however, had spent the night fucking Karen and he had more than enough of stamina hold back his cum until Mae's pussy sliding up and down on that plastic peg finished her off.

"Oh Please!" she begged, as she spit out her tormentor's black meat, no longer even trying to suck him. I..., I can't help it. I..., I'm..., I'm going to c..., cu..., cum. AAuuaGhha! Please, again, please let me cum again!" 

Even in the spasms of her orgasm, she could hear Bart exclaim, "And we have another winner!"

Sam dropped this whimpering pleading white woman one last time down on that imitation penis, and with his own hand, he jacked himself off onto her face. Gobs of sticky white semen shot into her open mouth, onto her nose, eyelids and cheeks, and into her hair. Mae rocked backward a bit, readjusting her weight on the dildo as Sam's male essence dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. The big black man she had just serviced laughed at her as she wiped the cum from her face and then licked her hands clean. That kind of humiliation was expected of a slut, and Mae didn't see anything funny about it. Pegged on that awful dildo and forced into a gang suck, what else was she to do but give up an orgasm? 

Mae looked expectantly at Bart, thinking that he would want his turn with her next. Bart, however, had other ideas, "Whoa there slut. You're not finished. I told you had all my friends horny. What about Karen? Aren't you going to take care of her you rude bitch?" 

Mae was shocked. Surely he didn't mean that he wanted her to suck Karen, too. Mae had never touched another woman. She had never been even tempted to try, and was sickened by the thought. One of her college sorority sisters once hinted that she had fantasies of making love with another woman. Mae understood what the girl wanted, but she changed the subject so quickly, and with such frost in her tone, that nothing like that was again suggested in her presence. Now it seemed, however, there was no way to avoid that most disgusting definition of lesbian love making, eating another woman's pussy. 

Mae begged anyway. "Please, no Bart. Don't make me do that. I can't!" 

"You can, and you will," was Bart's reply. "Sam lift her off that plastic rod. Let her crawl for Karen's cunt."

Sam slid a hand under each of Mae's armpits and lifted her up and off the dildo before dumping her on the floor. Bart left no doubt about what she was to do. "Well slut, get over there and start licking the bitch." Mae turned and on all fours, dragging her rope leash between her dangling breasts, she crawled where Karen was slumped in an armchair. For a moment or two Mae just knelt there, uncertain as to what she was supposed to do next. 

Bart voice rang in her ear. "Take off her pants, slut!. You can't eat her pussy with her pants on for Christ's sake!" 

Mae was crying, pleading again to Bart to not make her do it. Bart shouted at her this time. "I said to take off her pants slut. Don't make me have to tell you again!" Then speaking to Karen, Bart told her, "You Karen, help the slut. Slide your ass forward in the chair so she can get those slacks off."

Mae reached up to unsnap and unzip Karen's slacks, and then leaning back, pulled them off those long legs. Mae found herself staring directly into a crotch covered by a pair of lavender silk panties. Mae could hear the men of Bart's gang making dirty remarks behind her as she again hesitated. Bart continued to push her, however, and he ordered, "Keep going slut! Get the God damn panties off too!"

Karen raised her ass from the edge of the chair, and trying to help, hooked her thumbs at the top of the elastic, and started the panties down her hips. Mae could see the woman was blushing, almost as embarrassed by all of this as she was. Mae's fingers replaced Karen's thumbs at the top of the panties, and when they brushed against bare skin of exposed belly just above the pubic hair, Karen shuddered. Karen was obviously aroused by the thought of what was going to happen to her, and she began to whimper a little as ever so slowly Mae continued to tug at her panties, pulling them down and off those smoothly shaved legs. 

Yesterday while Karen was fucking Jack, Mae had paid little attention to the woman's pussy, and she was amazed at how red Karen's pubic bush was. Moreover, there at the top of her slit, punched through the fleshy hood of her clitoris, Karen wore the small gold pussy ring that is the universal mark a female slave. 

As Mae dutifully crawled between those white thighs, Karen eased her butt forward on the chair seat, and shoved her legs straight out and spread. Mae could see that this wasn't the first time Karen had been put through a lesbian show like this for Bart's amusement..., or was it for her own? 

Mae's eyes were by then only about ten inches from Karen's pussy. Mae had seen her daughter when she was younger of course, but she had never before seen close up the gaping mature pussy of an aroused adult woman. The labia was pouting, and spread a little to show the red flesh inside. The tip of Karen's clitoris was already raising itself out from under its hood of pussy flesh. Juices were forming along her slit, and threatening to run down into that flaming red hair at the bottom of her slit. 

Karen's female smell was strong in Mae's nostrils. It was musky and pungent, the odor of a woman in heat. It was no surprise to Mae that Karen was wet. She could feel her own cunt flowing like a fountain. Mae hesitated, unsure of what she knew she was expected to do next. Somehow, however, the thought of licking the slit in front of her didn't seem so disgusting as before. 

"Good God ," Mae thought, "can it be that I'm turned on by the thought of making love to another woman?"

Mae awoke from her daze, still staring into Karen's pussy, with Bart's voice ringing in her ears. He was talking to Karen. "Tell her, you red headed bitch, tell her to eat you. You know you want her tongue in your cunt..., so tell her before I take my belt to you!" 

Mae then heard Karen's voice softly calling to her, "Mae baby, do you like what you see? You do, I can tell. Why don't you taste me, and see if I taste as good as I look?" 

Mae couldn't believe what was happening here. Was it that obvious she found Karen's pussy to be erotic? Mae's face felt flushed, and she knew she must be blushing every bit as much as Karen. But it was true, she did think Karen's pussy was sexy and beautiful. 

Mae lowered her face, and resting her chin against Karen's ass, she ran her tongue along the bottom of those delicious cunt lips. Raising her head slightly, she gently parted Karen's labia and licked her up and down the length of he slit. Karen sighed deeply at the first touch, and cried out when Mae dove her tongue further inside, tasting the juices she had been studying just moments ago. 

The taste didn't lessen Mae ardor one bit, and in fact Karen's taste and smell continued arouse her further as her tongue quickened its exploration of this lovely woman's crotch. Her tongue was probing deeper, and then deeper still, until Mae's mouth was flush between Karen's legs where her tongue snaked its way like a small fleshy cock into Karen's vagina, teasing her, and making her ass squirm on the chair. 

As Karen bucked against her mouth, Mae worked even harder, darting her tongue in and out of Karen's wet cunt. Karen began to whimper, then beg. "God, that feels so good Mae honey, mmmmm. Please don't stop." 

The red headed woman was writhing in her chair now, pushing her pussy hard against Mae's sucking mouth. With quick fast strikes Mae found Karen's clit, first lashing that sensitive nub, and then sucking at it, pulling firmly between her lips. Finally, Mae put her mouth down hard over Karen's sexual core, and with loving care, nipped at that little female penis with her teeth. The woman at the end of those nerves hissed in pleasure, and reaching down, pulled Mae's face tighter to a slit that by then had opened like a blossoming flower. 

Mae was eating her first pussy, and loving it, though perhaps not as much as Karen loved being eaten. Karen was begging her, "Please baby, yes. Lick me, yes. Lick me!" 

Mae didn't need much encouragement. So involved was she with Karen's little passion button that she failed to notice Bart behind her until she felt his cock pushing its way between her ass cheeks. She raised her head from Karen's pussy long enough to see Bart kneeling behind her with his cock out of his fly, and in his hand. Bart lunged forward, and in that single strike he planted his phallus deep into Mae's cunt. Mae could feel the lips her pussy suddenly pried part apart as Bart split her open. She screamed her pleasure before she lowered her head again into Karen's pussy. 

Mae's first thought was that only the most depraved slut would eat another woman's cunt while her own was being plundered with a dick from behind. She did not dwell on the thought, however. Stimulated what she had just gone thru on that awful dildo, and now dog fucked while eating cunt, Mae was in no condition to consider her compromised virtue. 

As she rocked back on her knees, ready to meet the returning stroke of Bart's penis, Karen seized her by the hair and pulled her head the other way. Caught in this tug of war, licking a cunt on one end and hard fucked on the other, Mae began to scream, but her cries were muffled every time Bart's forward thrust buried her face in that patch of red hair between Karen's legs. 

Karen was cumming over and over even as Mae felt Bart's cum filling her cunt. Their climaxes pushed Mae over the edge also with an orgasm as hard, perhaps even harder, as any in her life. The exhausted players in this erotic rape held their positions until their spasms of pleasure subsided, and then one by one, they fell away from each other. 




Gangster Captive Ch. 4



Bart looked over at Karen and asked, "Did you enjoy that, Hon?" 

Karen gave him an exhausted look, and without thinking what it might mean, shook her head and admitted, "Yes, God yes!" 

Mae looked up into the staring faces of her audience. Her husband was there, but where was Cindy? She was not with Frank as she thought she would be. Turning her head she found her daughter. While she had been eating Karen, someone had seated Cindy where she herself had been earlier..., on that hateful stool with the horrid black dildo buried deep in her poor teenage cunt. 

"Well, it may be all for the best, " Mae thought philosophically, as if Cindy was now someone else's daughter, "as the 'Grand Prize' she will need to be stretched some before she can take the big cocks of Frank and Sam."

She could hear Bart behind her announcing that he thought a break was in order for some breakfast before Frank and Sam claimed their reward for Mae's climaxes. Karen pulled up her panties and slacks and retreated to the bathroom. Mae asked if she was allowed to go with her. Bart gave his permission, and as the women left the room together, he yelled at them, "You girls be good now, ya hear? No more hanky panky. You need to get back quick and rustle us up something to eat." He laughed, and the other men laughed too, then settled in with their cigarettes lit, to watch some more TV. 

Bart though was studying a map, though, starting to plan their trip out of town. 

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To be Concluded!

PLEASE! Those who want to read a final installment of this story should tell me so. I have no way to know if you are enjoying the adventures of Bart & Mae, and want more, except by your vote and e-mail feedback. PLEASE, its no fun to write a story and then be left in the silence of cyber space. It makes my day to answer your feedback if you give a return address. Your response to all three other chapters of 'GANGSTER' has been just super. Thank you all so very much. Once again I must apologize for being slow with a chapter, but although the flesh is always willing, sometime my horny imagination goes out for a three martini lunch. JIGS



Gangster Captive Ch. 5



As soon as Mae and Karen were finished in the bathroom, Bart sent them off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself and his hungry tribe. The bacon was already frying, and the bread toasting, when Karen broke the silence that had been between the two women since Mae ate Karen's cunt. 

"Well, honey what about it? Did I taste good?

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Mae answered, "it was even kinda sexy in a perverted sort of way." Mae would not look up, however, as she continued to scramble a big skillet full of eggs."

"Come on hon," Karen argued. "It was better than that, but of course I was on the receiving end. A woman knows where to lick better than any man ever can, and when you have it done to you, you'll learn to love it, maybe better even than taking cock."

"Please Karen," Mae begged changing the subject, "have you heard anything. What is Bart going to do with us when he leaves? Will he kill us?"

"I don't know a thing hon." was the answer. "Bart never tells anybody what he is will do about anything until the last minute. Still, anybody can see he has enjoyed training you as his slut, and he likes that sexy daughter of yours too. Matter of fact you two have been the high point of this whole caper for him, even more than the money we stole. I doubt very much that he would dispose of a couple of women who have entertained his dick so well, and might do so again in the future, but who can say what Bart will do, ever."

"...and might do so again in the future..." That phrase had an ominous sound to Mae. She had assumed all along that whether they lived or died, when it was over, it would be all over. The thought that might not be true frightened her. Did Karen mean that Bart might take her with him when he left? 

The possibility of being forced to become the mistress of a gangster on the run was terrifying. How could anyone live every minute of every day with the threat of discovery and a gunfight with the police hanging over them? Moreover, aside from constant fear and uncertainty of evading arrest, Mae knew only to well how she was likely to be treated as Bart's slut. He had already proved himself to be a cruel master. This very morning she had been forced to give his whole gang a blow job while she sat on a stool with her pussy impaled on a dildo. As if that wasn't shame enough, afterwards Bart had insisted she eat Karen's pussy, and even dog fucked her while her head was buried in that female crotch. If Bart took her with him as a part of his gang, what dirty and perverted things would he be adding to the list of humiliations she had already suffered?  There was, however, the other side of the same coin. 

Even raped and shamed, in all her life Mae had never experienced the depth of sexual desire and completion as she had since Bart took charge of her body. No denying it. Even as he humiliated and abused her, Mae had gone into in heat like an animal bitch. She had to face the fact she had never admitted before, even to herself. She was by nature a submissive female who needed a dominant lover who would force her to worship his cock. All her life she had wanted to be TAKEN. TAKEN and FUCKED like the born tramp that she was.  

Bart would satisfy her desire to be owned by a man. It was also true that he would give her orgasms she so desperately wanted, but what would she be? A slave to his cock, only one more of several pussies he owned and used, that was all she could ever be. That had been her role for the last two days, and what had she earned? She was butt ass naked with a rope around her neck, scrambling eggs for her tormentors along with another of Bart's concubines whose pussy she had just eaten. All too clearly Mae could see what a future with Bart might be like.

If she didn't leave with Bart though, would she be satisfied to return to her previous humdrum sex life? No she wouldn't. That sterile possibility was as unsettling as being carried away as a gangster's permanent whore. Could she actually live with a husband who by now probably thinks his wife is the whore of Babylon? Obviously their relationship, their very life together, would be forever altered by this experience. What would that change be, and would she fare any better with her husband than on the run with Bart? 

That answer lay with Jack, and certainly he had a great deal to consider. He had been made to watch as a cruel and demanding gangster stripped his wife and ordered her suck his dick. He heard her tell Bart that she was his slut. He was there when she begged Bart to fuck her, and then passionately submitted herself willingly, even eagerly, to her new owner and master. 

This morning he was again present to watch his wife abused as she sat pegged on a plastic cock sucking off one gangster after another. He watched as she either swallowed their cum, or had it splattered across her face and tits. Mae knew her husband could only have wondered what kind of tramp he had married when, at the very height of her humiliation, she orgasmed..., twice..., with two different men. 

All the dirt was not under the same rug, however. Jack himself had agreed that she was to be this gangster's woman to do with as he chose. Could she forgive him for that betrayal? She should she knew. After all hadn't she pleaded with him to give her up and let Bart fuck her? Anyway a man might say a lot things he didn't really mean with his penis buried inside Karen's warm and delicious cunt. 

Yet there was more. Jack had been more than an onlooker to the Bart's campaign of humiliation and rape. Willing or not, he had become a participant. That was his tongue and his cock that his daughter's pussy rode to orgasm after orgasm. That was his cock that had raped Mae's ass as she lay helpless over the padded arm of the living room couch with her hands tied behind her back. Still, did the rape of her ass, and the fucking of Cindy, really require forgiveness, or did the orgasms he gave her and her daughter make those superfluous issues? 

Mae wondered, after all her husband had seen and heard and done, should he..., could he..., continue his marriage, and if he chose to do so, how? On that score, it occurred top Mae that even some good might come out of all this, at least to the extent that both she and Jack would now be forced to come to grips with her need to be sexually dominated. At last he must recognize that it was not sufficient to 'make love' to his wife. Now he knew! He must brutally strip her naked, force her to her knees, and make her suck him off, not as his lover but as his slave slut. 

Mae knew, however, that this new found understanding would be a plus only if Jack was actually able to be her master, and had the will and desire to treat her as he would a harem concubine, at least within their bedroom. Could the even tempered and loving Jack become the dominant male of her kinky desires, and satisfy them when necessary with a rope and whip? Mae knew her husband pretty well and she was uncertain. 

And besides herself, what of their daughter Cindy? Apparently she was a chip off her mother's old block, eager to be some man's slut and toy. Now that he has fucked her once, will her father become Cindy's master as well as Mae's? Mae was uncomfortable with the idea of incest. Was Jack also? Cindy seemed the least apprehensive of all about enjoying her father's dick, but how would she react without Bart on hand to threaten her?

So many questions and not an answer in sight. No matter, Bart was demanding that Mae and Karen hurry with breakfast. Minutes later the two women were distributing bacon and eggs all around. Poor Cindy was still tied and sitting naked on that awful stool with her pretty teen pussy stuffed with imitation cock. Mae saw the pussy juice staining the seat of the stool and having been there, she knew how very near to orgasm Cindy must be. The young girl's lower lip was trembling as if ready to cry and in her desperation she was beginning to wiggle her hips tying to surreptitiously fuck herself on that peg without Bart noticing.

He did notice, however. "All right you sneaky little bitch. None of that. You're sitting on that thing because I'm giving you a chance to stretch that tight little twat before Sam tears it apart with that over sized cunt splitter of his. Sit still bitch! Nobody said you could enjoy yourself."

With that Bart turned to Jimbo and ordered him to take the girl off the stool. "Bring her over to the couch here," Bart announced. "I think its about time to stretch that other hole." 

Then turning back to the frustrated teenager as Jimbo lifted her from that sexy torture peg, Bart asked her, "You've never been fucked in the ass before have you sweet chops?"

"No sir," Cindy answered simply. She was laying on one hip sprawled at the feet of her master now, unable to sit up or kneel with her hands still tied behind her. Her lower lip was trembling more noticeably as she fought back her tears.

"Well young lady there's a first time for everything. Like I told your momma, a woman's not really a slut until she's been fucked in the ass. Among other things, it teaches her who the boss is. Karen, go to the kitchen and bring me that bottle of olive oil I used before. Jimbo you help this bitch up and arrange her nice and pretty over the arm of the couch like her momma was yesterday."

Jimbo roughly lifted the bound and defenseless Cindy and shoved her against the padded arm of the leather couch. Although her feet stayed on the floor, Jimbo forced her upper body face down on the seat cushions, and then kicked the inside of her ankles driving her legs apart so far that her toes were barely in contact with the floor. As Mae had been the day before, her daughter was now draped over the end of the couch with her legs spread, her ass elevated, and both her pussy and ass holes on display and available for easy access to any cock that might come along. 

"All right momma," Bart told Mae, "You sit your cunt back down over that thing on the stool. Your daughter has kept it nice and warm for you. While I make this tender little ass hole ready for your husband's dick, I want you to suck him into a hard-on that will stretch her some. Jimbo, when you're through there with baby bitch, go over and tie momma bitch's hands behind her again."

Mae carefully squatted once more over the dildo on the stool, enveloping it with he pussy even as she put her hands behind her back and waited for Jimbo to tie them there. "Oh my God," she thought, "what is happening to me? Why am I so horny? I can almost get off even sitting on this awful thing." Her thoughts were interrupted as Jack stood in front of her and fed his cock into her mouth. As shameful as it was to publicly suck a dick while of the verge of an orgasm from the peg in her pussy, Mae was at least grateful that Jack's body blocked her view of Bart mistreating her daughter. 

Bart was very good at the mistreatment of helpless women. As Mae sucked on her husband's still limp member, Bart splashed olive oil over his hands, and into the crack of Cindy's ass. He first slid one of Mae's large dildos into the tender young pussy before him, and then began to probe into his victim's rectum with his oily fingers. Cindy responded with moans, then shuddered when caught by a small climax.

"Would you look at that," Bart exclaimed. "I don't even have her open yet and she's cumming already. What a great little slut she is, even better than her momma."

Bart soon had two fingers in poor Cindy's rectum, and then a third. Her moans were louder now, and more shudders came over her from time to time. Bart seemed satisfied, and withdrew his hand leaving that most private of feminine holes waiting agape and open, seemingly eager to be violated. Jack's penis grew hard in Mae's mouth, and he was fully erect by the time Bart announced Cindy's ass ready for use.

"O,K. Jack, do your stuff. See if you can expand her some more before Frank puts it to her with that log of his. Have fun kids."

With Jack no longer using her mouth, Mae could now see her daughter spread obscenely over the couch arm, her pussy full of dildo, and her butt hole open and distended, waiting for a penis to finish the job. Mae watched in a mixture of disbelief, horror and erotic excitement as her husband of so many years took careful aim and began to work himself into his daughter's gaping ass. Cindy screamed, at first in pain, and then began to whimper before screaming again, this time with the orgasm that was wracking her body. 

Mae knew exactly how she felt. She had been there, draped over that same arm with that same demanding cock buggering her bowel. The recollection rekindled the fire in her belly, and the image from the day before was clear in her mind. 

"I must have looked just like that yesterday when Jack took my virgin ass. To be publicly ass fucked like that is so humiliating, and at first my ass burned like fire. Cindy's will too. Oh God, tho, when he was finally in deep, fucking my ass, the sensations were incredible. They will be for Cindy too. I can still feel them. Never in my whole life have I ever felt so completely taken and well fucked. Cindy will too" 

Mae's thoughts continued to wander ambiguously. "My poor daughter. She is being forced into incest, ass raped by her own father, but just look at her. Not many women are lucky enough in their whole life to have orgasms like that. And look at Jack! I think he is enjoying this. Good! Our future together, if we have any, depends him, and his will to master his slut wife, maybe his slut daughter too. Perhaps there is hope this will all be for the best."

Jack's jaw was set, and he was moaning right along with his daughter. The tight lining of her bowel pulled at the sensitive head of his dick, and sent powerful sensations to suck the cum from his balls. Sensing that Jack wasn't going to last much longer, Bart ordered him away. 

"Enough Jack. Save some of that sweet stuff for Frank. After all he won the 'Grand Prize' when he made your wife cum while she 'sat the peg.' Your daughter's ass belongs to him. If you have some unused cum in that rod, I bet your slut wife would like to have the leftovers. Go take her off that thing she's riding, and you can finish it off up her ass. Here! Make it easy on her! Take some olive oil and grease her up good first." As he spoke, he tossed the bottle of oil to Jack. 

Denied ejaculation into Cindy's tight bowel, Mae's husband was beside himself with nut ache. Angrily he snatched his wife off the stool, and drug her crawling across the floor at the end of the rope around her neck. With fingers greasy with olive oil, he began to probe Mae's anus, oiling and stretching, opening her most private hole for his cock. 

"Please Jack," she begged him. "Not in my butt. Fuck me in my pussy please."

Jack would have none of it. "Not on your life bitch. A slut takes her cock were her owner tells her to take it. You're the slut of that guy over there now..., or don't you remember telling me that? He says to give it to you up the ass, and up the ass is where you're gonna get it."

He was right of course. Mae knew as only a submissive female could that her male master decides such things. There was nothing she could do but wait on her hands and knees as Jack prepared her ass for his cock. She hung her head allowing her hair to fall forward and hide her face. Her dangling breasts swung sexily under her, rocking to and fro in rhythm with the in and out strokes of the fingers penetrating her anus. The tail of that horrid rope around her neck trailed back between her tits and knees, a sad reminder of her servitude. 

So intent were Mae and her husband upon the fate of her ass that they were only vaguely aware that on the floor directly in front of Mae the big Negro Sam had laid down flat on his back. From between his legs a huge ebony hard-on pointed straight up like the main mast of a sailing ship. On her knees, stooped over that pylon of blood engorged male meat, sucking on its head for all she was worth, was their daughter. 

Bart's voice came booming over the buzz in the room, "That will do sweet chops. You can mount him now. Slide that tight pussy all the way down over that pole and give him a big kiss." Bart chuckled, amused at the thought of the young girl taking all that coal black penis up her little pussy. 

Cindy stood over the big black rod Bart wanted her to ride looking down in doubt that anything that big would fit her teen twat, even as open and stretched as it was from the dildo she had removed only moments before. Calculating the target for her pussy as best she could she squatted until, with the help of her hand, the giant head pried its way into her slit. At the same time not two feet away, Jack's cock was testing the opening to Mae's ass. Both women caught a deep breath and held it as their tissues gave way to the two penises that were gradually filling their respective holes.

"Sluts!" Mae thought to herself. "She and her daughter alike, common sluts taking cock." 

It was horrible, humiliating, terrible, that she and Cindy should be publicly fucked together in ass and pussy like a pair of street whores, but her guilt and revulsion faded as Jack's penis continued to penetrate, and her own finger on her clit worked its magic. Moments later the reversal was complete as erotic sensations flowed thru her belly, and the rod pumping her bowel sucked up an orgasm, sending it directly to the pleasure center of her brain. 

"FUCK ME JACK! PLEASE, JACK... FUCK MY ASS!!"

Even in her own excitement, indeed as a part of it, Mae was watching her daughter. The same change from distress to pleasure blossomed across Cindy's face as she at last finished impaling herself on that huge cock. With the cheeks of her ass finally flat on Sam's belly, the pain of stretching to fit him disappeared, and the joy of sex flooded her in its place. The teen celebrated by rocking her clit back and forth over the hard-on that filled her to the very brim. That movement became more and more frantic as it gained momentum. The screams of Cindy and her mother merged into as one sound as their orgasms arrived almost simultaneously.

Mae felt the warmth of Jack's cum fill her insides as he climaxed right along with her. She would have preferred to have been ass fucked longer, but Jack was too worked up from stretching Cindy's rectum to wait. Sam on the other hand was no where near finished servicing Cindy's pussy, for which she was clearly grateful, begging as she was for that "black bastard" to give her more.

"All right Frank, time for you to join the party." That was Bart again, speaking from the director's chair to this miniature orgy. 

Frank had been hand jacking his dick on the sidelines, stroking himself to stay ready, and now his time had come. Sam pulled Cindy's upper body to him, bending her at the waist flat against his chest. Cindy's buttocks raised slightly with the change of position. Sam yanked her face to his by her hair, and kissed the teen on the mouth, twisting his tongue around hers as he did so. Frank knelt over Sam's thighs and aimed his long thin cock between the teen ass cheeks that were now spread by the pressure of being bent double. Cindy's still open and stretched butt hole was his to take. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as she felt that second penis press its way inside her. 

Caught between two cocks, the female meat of a male sandwich, the young girl began to plead for mercy. 

"Oh No, Please, not both of you. Oh my God, I' can't take it. I'm so full. Be easy with me please. You'll tear me! It H...H..urts! I..., I ca...can't..., OH YES, Oh your pr..pr..icks. Oh fuck me Please. God, I'm cummmming. Give it to me. Make me CUM! M..MORE! MAKE ME C...C..CUM."

The two gangster studs did their best. For long minutes they held their victim prisoner between their two rods of man flesh, pummeling her between them as Cindy, racked with orgasms, begged them for more..., and more..., and more. Mae watched as her baby turned into a whore before her eyes. Mae knew all too well from personal experience her daughter could not help herself. Altho she had never taken cocks in her cunt and her ass at the same time, Mae could imagine the sensations that must be racing thru Cindy's body. 




Gangster Captive Ch. 5



Nothing lasts forever. Sam and Frank were no exception. Having claimed their 'Grand Prize', they shot their respective wads into Cindy's pussy and ass. Frank rolled away, but Sam held the girl to him for a long time while continuing to kiss her passionately, delighting in the feel of her breasts and nipples against his chest, and her warmth on his softening cock as it soaked inside her velvet cunt.

Bart let Sam continue to kiss and fondle Cindy post-fuck for a while before he interrupted. "How was that sweet chops?" he asked.

"Oh great Jehosaphat, Sir," she answered him. "It was the most. I didn't know what to think at first, and then it hit me. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me. I thought I was going to die."

Well, the good news is you are not going to die," Bart answered. "The bad news is that as fun as all this has been, we need to move on before the police start to figure out where to look for us. The roadblocks are down by now and I'm pretty sure we can slide right out of here during the noon rush hour on the freeway. Now the question is what do we do with Jack and his family?"

Mae cringed as the moment of truth had survived. She took heart at Bart's "...good news..." to Cindy, but what did it mean. Was she going to take only Cindy with him? If so, that still left her husband and herself without an answer. Jack was frowning, as uncertain as herself about what their future might be.

"Jack," Bart began addressing himself to his male prisoner, "I know this has been hard on you, but it was necessary for you to learn a thing or two about your women. I can't take them with me, and it would be a shame to dispose of two such lovely and willing sluts, criminal in fact if you will excuse the irony of that conclusion. On the other hand, if I leave them behind, I need someone to look after them properly because I mean to drop back by from time to time to enjoy my property."

"The only 'someone' I have to leave in charge is you Jack, but then you may be just the guy anyway. I think you know now how to keep your women happy and satisfied until I get back. You understand, they will still belong to me even tho I'm not here, but I will sort of lend them into your care and control during my absence. A 'bailment' I think the lawyers call it. Now that you understand you are living with a couple of sluts with hot cunts rather than a pair of virgin princesses that should not be an unpleasant assignment."

"Oh I know, you might renege on me, or at least try to, and trying to reclaim them all to yourself. That wouldn't be smart Jack, because when I come back, and I will come back I promise, I'd have to kill you. That would make them an inconvenience to me, and I would have to kill them too. Kapeesh?" 

Jack nodded to understanding, and Bart continued. "The cops will eventually show up here. In fact after we are well gone, I want you to call them. Tell them the truth about almost everything, including if you like that I raped your wife and daughter. You can leave out any details you might feel guilty about, or tell them I gave you no choice but to cooperate. That is after all, nothing more than the truth. 

The last thing I want is to give the cops any reason to believe you were in cahoots with us or that I will ever be back. That I will be back is the one secrete you must keep because that is the secrete that keeps you alive and breathing now and in the future. Don't think you can cross me on that. Frankly I don't think any of you will want to, but should you consider it, remember I have a lot of our fun on tape. Quite aside from your lives, there's your reputations to consider. What they see on that tape won't look to the police and press much like rape, but it will look like a whore mother and an incestuous father.

Bart then included Mae and her daughter in his instructions. "You two cunts remember who owns you. You will take orders from Jack in my absence, and do whatever he says. If I come back and find you have disobeyed him in any way, I'll hang you from the ceiling and take the skin off your asses with a whip. When I call you to come to me, you get off the peg and do exactly as you are told. And you Jack, you get yourself a whip and make sure that your word is law. Otherwise enjoy these two and keep them naked, on their knees, and satisfied." 

The three of you can take a shower and get dressed now. The rest of you get packed and load up. We're gonna blow this place."

* * * * * * * * * * * * By mid-afternoon Bart and his gang were long gone. Jack called the police as Bart told him to do. The detectives responded immediately and were out to take statements, lift finger prints, look for something the gang may have left behind, etc. The Anderson family had their stories well rehearsed, and altho they told the police that both women had been raped, they left out the details. The police, trying to be gentlemen and politically correct, didn't pry very hard. Since both women had already showered and douched, the rapes could neither be confirmed nor contradicted by hard evidence. Jack claimed to have been locked up by himself the entire time. 

The police and reporters were hardly out of the house when Jack took charge.., big time. Mae needn't have worried that he might not have the will to be a proper master. Immediately he ordered Cindy and his wife to strip, and stood the two women back to back while he tied them together at the ankles, wrists and necks. He filled their pussies with the biggest pair of cock shaped dildos he could find and hand fucked them both until pussy juice was running down their legs. 

Jack announced in advance he had tied them together in order to beat them for being such a pair of sluts. From the front yard he brought in a limber branch and used it to whip mother and daughter alike across their thighs, bellies, and breasts. He was rougher on Mae than Cindy, however, reminding her how shamelessly she had begged for Bart's cock. The women screamed and cried, but freshly masturbated on the plastic cock he had left in their cunts, they both orgasmed even as they were being beaten. 

It was a reaction that seemed to make him angrier than ever. "What kind of whores get off on being whipped? he wanted to know. "You two want to be slave sluts for some man, do you. Well I can arrange that," he told them angrily. "From now on you can worship at my cock. I'll see to it that you service it regularly with mouth, cunt, and ass."

That was only the beginning. That same evening Jack brought two dog collars and leashes back from the store, and among a long list of new rules was the one that required both women to be naked, collared and leashed except when they had company. Another rule required both women to sleep with him at night, ready to service his cock jointly or individually on command. If he decided he didn't want sex on any given evening, one woman or the other was chained between his legs, her arms around his thighs, and with his cock in her mouth to suck on thru the night.

When Kevin, Cindy's boyfriend, called for a date that weekend, Jack insisted that she greet him at the door naked, collared, leashed, and with her hands tied behind her back. The poor kid almost broke and ran when he first saw her, but curiosity and male horny got the better of him. In answer to Cindy's pleading, he came in to find out what the hell was going on. Cindy was humiliated and crying but thru her sobs she told the young man exactly what her father demanded..., that she was a slut who wanted him to fuck her, and that from now on he would be her master who could feel her up and use her in any way he pleased. 

Jack didn't let it end there. When Kevin didn't seem to know what to do next, Jack gave him a demonstration using Mae as an example of how to make a slut crawl and beg before giving her the cock she wanted. Then he gave his wife to the kid to practice on. His cock was on the small side but he was a quick learner and showed promise. In almost no time at all he had Mae on her hands and knees and was fucking her ass. Mae laughingly told Jack when Kevin was done that any more and she would for real be begging the boy for his short little cock. 

Jack saw to it that Bart's stool with the dildo on it was in regular use with one or the other of his slave women impaled upon it. He punched a gold ring thru the lips of each woman's pussy above her clit. He used the ring regularly to lead one or the other off by a leash attached there to be fucked or to suck his cock. Determined as he was to perform the task Bart had assigned to him however, Jack soon recognized that he couldn't stand the pace without help, and began to bring friends and clients home with him in the evening to fuck either Mae or Cindy or both.

The women adjusted their new life as sex slaves quite willingly, even reveling in the eroticism of their servitude. Almost any demand of submission would send them into heat and a string of orgasms, even the pain of being hung naked from a ceiling rafter and switched for some misdemeanor. 

Occasionally the women's thoughts would turn to Bart, and they would discuss what might have happened that they hadn't heard from him. Nothing in the news indicated he had been captured or killed, but it was strange he hadn't been back to claim his 'property'. Altho Jack was doing a fine job as master in Bart's place, both Mae and Cindy were hopeful that it wouldn't be too much longer before they would have his big gangster prick to fill their cunts once again. 

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Then four months after they had seen him last, the phone rang late one night. Mae picked up the phone, but before she could even say hello, a familiar voice on the other end asked "Guess who?"

"Bart!" Mae screamed into the line.

"Who did you expect you little whore, Al Capone maybe?"

"Where are you? When can we see you?" Mae asked frantically.

"Soon enough," came the reply. "I'll call back in a day or two, and we can all get together. Tell Jack to have the car full of gas and my two sluts ready to travel on short notice when I call."

With that the click in the receiver, and the buzz of the dial tone, told Mae the call was over. Trembling with excitement, Mae called to Jack and her daughter, "GUESS WHO JUST CALLED. HE WANTS US AGAIN!"

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(FINS---but then again maybe not. There comes a time in every story when I need a break to freshen my own horny, and anyway I have another story or two waiting in the wings I want y'all to read. BUT, down the road when Jack Frost, falling leaves, and TD passes, are in the air, a new story, GANGSTER CAPTIVE - BART RETURNS, is a possibility assuming there is enough demand for a sequel. 

What about it? Do you submissive misses, wannabe sluts, and hard bitten would-be-masters out there in cyber land lust for Mae and Cindy to have a second visit from 'ol Bart. If so, be sure to vote, and let me hear from you.)