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House Arrest Ch. 01

By: gaggedKitty23



The timing couldn't have been any more perfect than this. That's all Traze could think as he and his gang of thugs finished making sure that the house was secure. Distant waves pounded against the shore, well within earshot of the gorgeous-looking New Hampshire home. Within such a lovely estate, a family had been living the dream. A successful father and mother had been enjoying their summer with their two college-age daughters living at home for a few weeks. 

Traze flipped through the driver's licenses. Avril Malone, age 19. Peyton Malone, age 20. Sandra Malone, age 37, and Mike Malone, age 41. 'Interesting. The sexy old lady must have had them pretty young,' he thought. The man dressed in all black and sporting a ski mask turned to one of his blood-sworn brothers, Vick. 

Unlike Traze, Vick had a wild look in his eyes. The look of a predator waiting to sink its teeth into exposed flesh. Traze imagined he had the same hunger in his own eyes, and he could feel his body pulsing with it. But unlike Vick, Traze had a semblance of self-control. 

"Where's Mick? Where's Jamal?"

Vick gave a sadistic grin before his reply. "Oh, I think they just finishing up tying up Mom and Dad upstairs in the attic. Soon enough we be ready for the real show down in the basement."

Traze rubbed his hands together. It was time to get down to business.

***

"Please stop this! J-just let us go!" The cute blonde with the small button of a nose and those scared, baby-blue eyes was Avril, the younger sister. Traze looked at both girls, who were wearing only sports bras and running shorts. 

Traze and his boys had chosen to rob the place blind just before dusk, but surprising these two cuties after their late afternoon run had been a stroke of luck. From there the 4-man burglar team hadn't had too much trouble taking mom and dad by surprise and then tying them up, gagged and bound so that they wouldn't make too much of a fuss. 

Now in the basement stood four well-built black men, each of them dressed in black to blend in better with the night. Traze was the leader, but only by virtue of his ability to harness his less patient brothers. They were every bit as strong as he was, and, Traze realized, their cocks were probably just as hard staring at these two beauties. 

"We don't got all day, bitch. You and your sister better start stripping fast. I want see you butt naked, tits thrust outward for inspection. You hear me?" Saying this, Traze drew out a gun and pointed it at the older girl. Peyton gave him a look of disgust, but the fear in her eyes told him that he'd struck the right chord.

"OK, OK. We're doing it. Please, just don't hurt us!" Peyton said. The older sister quickly shrugged out of her sports bra and shorts. Wearing only her panties, the girl hesitated. 

Avril on the other hand didn't seem to have heard Traze's command. Like a deer stuck in headlights the younger sister just stared at the barrel of the gun. 

Traze sighed. "I see this one's a little hard of hearing." He stalked forward, grabbing Avril by the neck and slipping the pistol under the waistband of her shorts. 

"Are you gonna strip, little cunt, or am I going to put some hot lead in these panties?"

That seemed to motivate the girl like nothing else. With a terrified whimper Avril begged him not to kill her. She then quickly stripped off the sports bra and shimmied out of her shorts. In no time at all she'd even slipped her panties down her long, sexy legs and thrown them in the corner. 

All four of the intruders now stood and admired their feminine booty. A slender, gorgeous blonde with good-sized tits and the cutest face Traze had ever seen looked at them with imploring eyes. 

"Look, please just take me. Let Peyton go." 

What? Was this an abrupt change in their blonde captive? Had she really just mustered up the courage to boldly sacrifice herself to save her older sister's pussy? Too bad it wouldn't work. 

Traze shook his head. "That's not the way this works, blonde bitch." He turned to Petyon, admiring her even a larger pair of breasts and the down of pubic thatch between her sexy thighs. He imagined those sexy thighs wrapped around his middle as he stood like the muscular stud he was, fucking her brains out.

"Whether you live or not depends on how well you behave, understand?" Traze said. Waving the pistol for emphasis, he added. "Don't forget we have Mommy and Daddy upstairs. If you try anything, if you try to run away, they both get a bullet to the brain. Do I make myself clear?"

Both college girls nodded in unison. "Yes, please! We won't try to run!" Peyton begged. She put a protective arm around her younger sister. The sight of the two naked girls leaning against each other for comfort made his cock stir. 

"Good. Then let's get this party started." He nodded to Vick, who was already stripping out of his clothes. Jamal did the same, and soon there were two huge black men, tattoos laced across their muscular pectorals, with cocks rigid and saluting their feminine prey. "Oh yeah, Bro. I'm ready to get this party started all right," Vick growled. He gestured at Mick. "Bring out the toys, Bro. Let's have some fun with these bitches."

Both gorgeous girls shrank back as they saw Mick draw out pairs of handcuffs, a whip, and various other appalling sex instruments. 

"Please, you don't need to do that! We'll do what you want! We'll suck your cocks. We'll fuck you. You don't need to torture us!" Peyton said. 

"Shut up, bitch! I prefer my cunt-slaves struggling, ya know?" Vick snarled. Saying this, the rugged black man with a scar over his right eye snapped a pair of handcuffs on Avril's trembling wrists. 

"Me and little sis are going to go over to the bed and have some fun, aren't we slut?" Vick put a firm hand around Avril's slender arm, dragging her over to the bed. He forced her hands above her head, then secured a rope from the cuffs to a pipe in the ceiling, knotting it tightly so that the girl couldn't move her arms down at all.

Vick leaned over, his mouth whispering in Avril's ear.

"Well, well, well girl. Looks like you're all naked and helpless. Look at that sexy pussy between your legs just begging to be fucked," he hissed. His hand tried to slip between her legs, but the young blonde pressed her thighs together, keeping him out.

"No! Don't touch me there you bastard!" Avril spat in his face, and Vick took a step back as his brothers roared with laughter. 

"I think she's your type, Vick!" Jamal shouted.

"Yes," Traze agreed. "Why don't you show her what we do to fuck-slaves who disrespect us?"

Vick slowly took the three-tongued whip which Mick handed to him. "Don't mind if I do," Vick said, and he enjoyed the delicious recognition that played over Avril's face as she saw that that whip was about to thrash her beautiful breasts. Vick's arm shot forward like a horse let free at the Kentucky Derby. The whip's tendrils made a satisfying smack across the young woman's breasts, followed by a shrill cry. Another SMACK echoed in the basement followed by another shriek. The rhythm continued, the whip slapping against the gorgeously sculpted cones of their female captive. 

Avril's face contorted in pain as the whip had its way with her beautiful breasts ...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK! 

In the background Vick was barely aware of Peyton pleading for him to leave her younger sister alone.

"Please! Stop this! You'll hurt her!" Peyton screamed. But the whip's ends were softened with a velvet lining, and the most damage which Vick could inflict amounted to a fierce stinging rather than any lasting mark. 

"I don't think this dumb bitch realizes that you're going easy on her little sis," Jamal said. "Maybe we should upgrade to the bull whip?"

"No, please! Not that! I'll do whatever you want!" Peyton cried.

"Really?" Vick replied, turning and saluting her with his cock. "Maybe you need to come here and kneel, hmm? Come prove it." 

Peyton nodded, slowly approaching her captor, then kneeling before him. As she looked up into his cruel eyes, she prayed for the strength to do what needed to be done. Her dark blonde hair felt the black man's strong hands gathering it away from her face. His cock, pungent with masculine musk, hung before her lips.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get busy!" A light slap across the face sent Peyton reeling for a second, and then she knew he meant business. The naked girl licked from the base of his shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the glans before slowly smothering his cock-head between her lips.

The sound of suction filled the room as the lithesome dark blonde slowly stroked her mouth up and down that enormous black prick. She felt his rigid shaft pulsating in her mouth, so hard with need. She had never taken in a cock this big before. She had sucked off her boyfriend plenty of times, but the meager tool he had didn't even compare to this. A tiny part of Peyton had to admit, the more she pumped her mouth up and down this man's magnificent specimen, the more a primal part of her seemed to be awakening.

"Uuuuhhh...fuck, that's good, slut. That's real good. I want you to impale that sweet face on my big, black cock. That's a good girl!" Vick groaned as Peyton began working faster, her lips forming a tight 'O' around her captor's penis. Soon the loud sounds of the 20-year-old with the body of a goddess slurping on his cock filled the room with a pleasant music. Vick gripped the girl's skull, gently shoving his cock forward to impale the girl's mouth even more deeply as she made a surprised sputtering sound.

"Better not waste a single drop of my pre-cum, bitch. There's no telling what I'll do to your little sis if you do," Vick warned. Peyton gurgled, her heart pounding and her breasts heaving as she tried to hold him deep in her mouth. Finally, with her sputtered coughing, Vick withdrew, watching slimy tendrils of spunk glisten on Petyon's lips. There were even strands of his sticky goo oozing onto her full breasts. 

"Ooo. Look at that, gentleman. I think I got this little white slut messy!" Vick said with a chuckle. He turned back to the younger sister and seemed to rub his chin thoughtfully. "Now that you got me all nice and lubed up and made my balls as blue as can be, I think it's your little sister's turn, don't you?"

"No! You said you wouldn't!" Peyton screamed shrilly. "Please leave her alone!"

"I didn't promise you a thing, slut!" Vick growled. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck, hauling her upright as Jamal cuffed her wrists behind her back. 

"Jamal, you want to take care of this disobedient slut? After that little outburst I think she needs some punishment."

Jamal grinned, his broad nose and face darkening with desire. "Oh yeah, Bro. I think she needs a cold, concrete floor to lay on and a big, black man on top of her with a long, hard cock. Right, bitch?" Saying this, Jamal threw Peyton onto her back. She struggled in futility as the athletic young black man spread her legs, then put a hand around her throat and squeezed until she was sputtering for air.

"You gonna be quiet and let my big cock slam into that sweet, velvet glove of a pussy? Are do I need to strangle your ass and fuck your lifeless body? Which is it gonna be, bitch?" At Jamal's appalling threat, Peyton suddenly went limp. She closed her eyes with a shudder, spreading her legs to reveal pouting pink pussy lips and the soft down of pubic hair. 

"That's better," Jamal said. But then, to everyone's surprise, he simply sat beside the prone dark blonde girl and laid a hand across her cunt lips, gently stroking her sex. 

"Uhhh." Peyton groaned as Jamal continued his remarkably tender strokes and caresses against her clitoris.

"First, we gonna watch the show together bitch. We gonna watch my bro Vick over there fuck your little sis senseless. THEN you get to feel my hard, black cock. Sound good?"

The tears in Peyton's eyes looked beautiful to Traze as he oversaw the action. The ringleader of the burglar-team gave Vick a nod. "Are you ready, Brother, to introduce that dainty cute white girl to a real cock?"

Vick nodded as he strode up to Avril, who was still sitting on the bed with her hands bound above her head. 

"No. Please! I'll suck you off! Let me suck your cock until you come in my mouth. I'll drink all your cum!" Avril promised. But the girl's pleas fell on deaf ears. Vick sat on the bed beside her, then gripped her by the waist and swiveled her around before settling her onto his lap. The ropes binding her wrists twisted a little, making the cuffs on the girl's wrists chafe uncomfortably.

Avril looked down, and her pretty blue eyes went wide at the sight of the throbbing, vein-bulging cock pressed against her abdomen. 

"Oooh, look at that, girl. My little Mister is all kinds of bothered and wanting to get inside you. I guess we should begin the dance, shouldn't we?" With that Vick placed his lips over Avril's. The naked blonde captive moaned as the black man plundered her mouth with his tongue. Meanwhile his fingers pinched her breasts, making the nipples pebble into hardened buds. Avril's moans deepened as Vick reached several fingers between her sex lips, stroking the girl's love hole with firm, insistent movements. 

It wasn't long before Avril's breasts were heaving with the efforts of her labored breaths. Her pussy had begun to moisten, its first juices trickling onto the black man's fingertips.

"Ooooh. What have we hear, little slut? Is that your cunt juice tainting my fingers? I think you need to clean them now." Saying this, Vick brought his glistening fingertips to the girl's lips, forcing her to slurp off her own juices. She complied, knowing she had no other choice. 

The sexy blonde whimpered then as Vick continued to stroke her. His fingers were like firm, insistent worms that nudged between the soft petals of her labia, stroking deeper and deeper now, and at last finger-fucking her with thorough, deep thrusts. 

Avril was now groaning with reluctant desire. Her whole body trembled with Vick's fingers plunging into her heat. Vick stared hard into the girl's cute face and saw the hunger in her baby-blue eyes. He drank that shit up, kissing her fiercely as his fingers continued to prod and caress her pussy towards madness. The blonde was soon a writhing, naked inferno of feminine flesh, her cunt muscles squeezing around his fingers as her breathless face actually began to kiss him back. 

Traze's voice rumbled with jeering humor as he looked over at Peyton's face, gaping at her sister's sounds and tremors of arousal. "Damn, look at little sis go! Take a good, long look Peyton. I think your little sis is a true slut, deep deep down. Look at her with Vick's fingers pumping her tight young pussy! She loves it." 

The shame on Avril's blushing face and the absolute shock on Peyton's beautiful face were like twin works of perfection to Traze as he watched the scene unfold. His cock stirred, harder than ever now. He wasn't sure how much longer he could watch this show without taking an active part. 

Traze watched, his mouth going dry as Vick's fingers intensified their assault, battering against Avril's little joy bundle until her clit was as hard as a man's cock. Avril was now humping those fingers like tiny cocks, her whimpers turning into tentative moans as her little butt rocked back and forth on her captor's lap. 

"That's right, bitch. CUM for Daddy," Vick hissed, his mouth swooping down to claim hers, their tongues swapping saliva as she moaned, then screamed into his mouth with the force of an unbelievable orgasm. 

Traze almost came in his pants at the sight of that sexy, young blonde writhing in Vick's laps. Her juices spattered the bed sheets underneath, leaving a dark stain on the fabric. Her head rested against Vick's powerful shoulder, her ragged breathing slowing bit by bit as the intensity of the orgasm faded. 

She was still shuddering when Vick's huge hands lifted her gently, poising her so-satisfied pussy above his unsatisfied, throbbing-with-need cock. 

"You had your turn, bitch. Now I get to have mine."

"No! You might get me pregnant! Please let me suck you!" Avril whined as the big man slammed her tight pussy hard onto his cock. The blonde girl groaned at being filled so completely, his ten and a half inches of cock buried up her twat in one swift, brutal impalement. Her groans filled the room as Vick forced her to suck him savagely, his hands cupping her ass cheeks and bouncing her cute buttocks up and down. A constant symphony of cunt-impalements filled the room each time Avril's sex bottomed out on the enormous black cock.

Her groans and pleas for him not to fuck her gradually died away though, and in their place Traze saw a glassy-eyed hunger play across the young blonde's face. Avril's wrists were red from the chaffing of the cuffs as she yanked hard on them, using them as added leverage to fuck herself. The other men noticed too. What had begun as a plea not be fucked seemed to be rapidly turning into something else entirely.

The naked blonde's grunts had a primal quality to them, less like a captive and more like a female reveling in the feeling of being fucked by a long, hard cock. 

That was it. Traze couldn't just stand by and watch anymore. He gestured at Jamal. "You'll have to wait, Bro. Now it's my turn, and I want some quality time with big sis." Saying this, and ignoring Jamal's dark frown in reply, Traze stripped free of his burglar fatigues and stood in all his naked glory. His cock was a nearly obscene 11 inches and it saluted the big-breasted girl with eager glee. 

He dragged Peyton over to kneel at the bed behind her sister. Peyton's eyes went wide with disgust and shame as her face was now inches away from watching her sister's pussy bounce up and down, bottoming out on a straining black penis. 

"Get your face in there, slut. I want you sucking Vick's balls and licking your sister's ass crack while I fuck you from behind."

Traze watched with delight as the meaning of his outrageous command quickly sank in. 

"No! You can't make me do THAT. That's...that's sick!" Peyton cried. But the gun in Traze's hand pressed softly near Avril's puckered hole. 

"You want me to put some hot lead in your sister's ass? Or are you going to be a good ball sucker and ass licker for me?"

With those disgusting words and the threat hammering home, Peyton moaned in muffled protest as Traze thrust her face into Vick's crotch. Soon the older sister was suckling and massaging Vick's testicles in her mouth. 

"Good girl. Now let's see some love for little sis, too!" Traze ordered. He grasped Peyton by the neck, lifting her face upward so that she could flick her tongue into her sister's puckered hole too. With Peyton's muffled slurps joining the squelchy sounds of Avril and Vick's fucking, Traze lifted Peyton's ass up at a good height, enjoying the sight of her exposed pussy like a treasure waiting to be plundered.

"Get ready, slut. I'm going to stretch your pussy like it's never been stretched before." With a growl of desire Traze positioned his cock between her cunt lips and thrust himself in balls-deep. He felt Peyton stiffen as his cock slammed home, and then the dark blonde cutie was groaning every second, his cock slamming into her again and again and again, enjoying the velvety press of her cunt walls against his manhood...milking his balls towards release.

"Oh YEAH, bitch. You got a nice, tight pussy, just like your little sister!"

Traze noticed that Peyton had slipped her head downward again, sucking and massaging Vick's testicles again. He couldn't blame the girl for preferring to suck a man's balls rather than eat out her little sister's ass. He decided to throw her a bone and give her that much freedom, for now. 

Meanwhile Traze looked up and saw that Avril was now riding his blood brother's cock like a true cowgirl. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as she bounced her sexy ass up and down, engulfing Vick's phallus with her warm pussy. 


House Arrest Ch. 01



"Tell me how much you love my cock, bitch! Tell me now or I'll make you lick out your sister's asshole just like Traze is making your big sis do to you!" Vick threatened. 

That seemed to provide the needed motivation. Avril thrust her breasts forward, rubbing them against Vick's chest as she lifted her hips up and then ground her pussy on his lap, squeezing her heat around every inch of his shaft. 

"I love your cock, you bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'll impale my pussy on your magnificent cock all night long!" she cried. Traze could tell she didn't really mean every word she said, but she knew that being a good actress might spare the life of her and her sister. She was no idiot. 

At the same time, Traze realized that his impending explosion was at the point of no return. He growled, his cock lancing deep inside Peyton's soft sex as his whole body shook in a series of delicious spasms. His cock pumped her full, and Peyton's muffled cry as she sucked on Vick's testicles told him that she felt every warm spurt of his seed. 

Just then the basement door slammed open. In the throes of the moment, Traze hadn't realized that Jamal and Mick had left. He glanced backward, seeing a naked middle-aged woman with a gorgeous, curvaceous body, glossy raven-black hair, and big mouth-watering breasts. He didn't recall her being naked before, but then again he wouldn't have been surprised if Jamal and Mick in their efficiency had ripped away all her clothes just in the brief time it took them to drag her down here. 

Sandra Malone gaped as she saw her youngest daughter riding a man's cock with her wrists bound above her head. Her eyes widened into impossibly big saucers as she turned her gaze on poor Peyton, whose pussy was now oozing strands of cum as Traze pulled his cock free and stood up. 

"Welcome to the party, bitch!" Traze growled. "I know a fun game we can play. Don't worry. You won't miss a single minute of the humiliation you and your daughters are about to experience."

Traze, Vick, Jamal, and Mick all grinned in unison. Traze rubbed his hands together. 

"Let the real torments begin."

***

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please post a comment to let people know what you thought or send me a personal comment. I'll be posting more chapters in this story. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

~Gaggedkitty 



House Arrest Ch. 02



Peyton squirmed as Traze yanked her upright, cradling her shoulders with one arm. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she could do nothing but moan as Traze slipped the fingers of his other hand into her dripping-wet sex, pulling out fingertips glistening with cum.

"Look at what I did to your daughter, bitch. Made her a bit messy. Who knows...maybe one of my lucky tadpoles is going to make her pregnant. How would you like that?" Traze sneered.

The gorgeous middle-aged woman looked numb with shock. Her tortured gaze drifted with fascinated horror over her daughter's despoiled pussy before resting on the face of her tormentor.

"Let my girls go! You sick monsters! Just let them GO!" she screamed. She struggled, but Mick and Jamal held her fast. 

"We've got a feisty one here," Mick chuckled. He put Sandra in a head lock and growled for Jamal to 'get the special chair.' Traze watched with interest as Jamal hurtled up the stairs to fetch it.

"Hmm. I wonder what my brothers have in mind for Mommy. What do you think, big sis? Any guesses?" As Traze said those words his fingers idly stroked Peyton's cum-tainted pussy, prying low groans from her throat. He continued to cajole her joy button, and she hated the way her body betrayed her, her nipples morphing into firm little tacks. Her breasts ached with need and she felt the heat of Traze's body against her back as he held her like putty in his hands. The continued strokes of his fingers were a constant, mind-succumbing torture that soon had her pussy wet.

"Hmm. Looks like we're making progress with big sis. I've got her all dripping wet," Traze said with glee. 

Peyton's eyes grew wide as Jamal returned carrying a chair with something tall and pink duct-taped to the seat. With sudden recognition Peyton realized what it was. 'Oh my god!' she thought. 'That's a giant pink vibrator. Oh god, no! Mom!' Peyton's thoughts reached out to her mother, wishing that this was all a nightmare she could violently wish away. 

But it wasn't. Instead Peyton watched as Jamal and Mick forced Sandra over to the chair. The curvaceous, sexy mom could only groan as they positioned her pussy over the tall, artificial pink cock. Rubberized and dotted with ribbing designed to produce maximum sensation, the cock had to be a good ten inches in length. 

"Let's give you a good seat so that you can enjoy the show properly," Jamal hissed. The brunette gasped as Mick pushed her hips down from behind, forcing her to plunge her pussy down onto the pink penis. Sandra groaned as the pink cock filled up her snatch, then groaned more deeply when Jamal turned on the vibrator setting to 'medium,' watching it buzz strongly between the walls of her cunt. 

Meanwhile they tied Sandra's ankles to the chair legs and her wrists to the armrests. Then they just stood back for a moment and watched her squirm, the vibrator tunneling through her soft insides. 

"You bastards! Uhhh..." Sandra growled at the men as Jamal put a collar around her neck, then attached the collar to a rope behind her head so that she could not lean her face forward even an inch. Then he proceeded to lean over her, laving her breasts with his tongue. 

"I think Mom likes my attentions," Jamal said with a grin. "What do you guys think?" As he finished the statement, his hand dipped down, stroking Sandra's clit. He smiled as he wresting biological responses from her that filled the attractive mother with shame. Sandra looked at her little girls being raped and her eyes filled with tears. 

"Please, just let my girls go!"

"I think Mom's being a little too sentimental. I think she needs to understand that we expect total cooperation or her daughters get hurt. What do you think, Mick?" Traze's conversational tone belied the seriousness in the words. 

Mick nodded and motioned for Jamal to retrieve another special 'chair' which they'd rigged up on short notice. Normally the burglar team didn't get to use all their toys, but they always brought along plenty of toys and tools just in case. Now was one of those lucky times. Jamal returned with what looked like a wooden pony. On the sharp edge a towering red prick covered in elongated rubber spikes thrust upward. It was definitely longer and its spikes much longer than the pink version now embedded in the mother's pussy. 

"Well, well, Peyton slut. It looks like you get to give Mom a special show to prove how much we mean business." Traze's hand grasped Peyton by the nape of the neck, forcing her to stumble over to the horse. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, and it took both Traze and Jamal to lift her over the horse, then impale her pussy on its cruel red shaft. Peyton's eyes watered and she let out a prolonged wail as the cock rammed up her tight love-hole. She moaned, her cunt walls gripping the incredible fullness as the two men put a collar around her neck and then ran a rope from the collar to the basement's ceiling pipes, forcing her to ride the pony upright with her cock-stuffed snatch. 

Peyton could already feel her legs start to go numb. 'Oh god. What are they doing now?!' Her terrified mind spun with possibilities as Mick approached with two wires, each clamped on the end. They attached one clamp to each of her nipples, and Peyton noticed the smile creep across Mick's face when she groaned with the loss of blood flow to each nipple in turn. 

"Are you ready for some electro-therapy, little slut? Ever had your tits shocked before? It's fun. I promise." Mick's evil grin made Peyton's eyes dart over to the battery-powered box at his feet. He leaned down and turned a dial until a sudden zap of pain shot into Peyton's breasts. Peyton jerked at the sudden spasm of sensation. Her breasts jiggled and her collar chafed against her neck as she writhed on the crimson cock. 

"OK, I think we got the bitch's attention. Now turn that vibrator UP," Traze growled. With an affectionate slap against Peyton's ass cheek, Jamal leaned over and flipped the vibrator to 'high.' Suddenly Peyton started jerking constantly on the wooden horse, her pussy clenching and de-clenching around the incredible rubber cock. The alternate stimulation of the zaps to her breasts and the persistent massaging of her cunt walls was like a constant assault of spiciness and sweetness. 'Ohhhh...god please no...no...I...my pussy...' Peyton didn't want to admit it, but her pussy loved the sensations of that red prick rubbing against her insides. 

Her naked body writhed on the dildo-spiked horse until Traze put a ball-gag into her mouth, reducing her pleas to incoherent moans. 

Sandra watched in dejected horror as her daughter's breasts jiggled with the constant assault of electro stimuli. 

"What do you think, Mom? Should we turn up the voltage?" Traze nodded to Mick, who turned the dial just a little further. 

Suddenly Peyton's neck was in the throes of constant spasms and jerks. Her body seemed to practically hump the red cock in her involuntary reaction to the voltage now zapping her luscious cones. Drool began to slip from Peyton's lower lips as she moaned, flailed, and shouted through her gag, her wrists cuffed behind her, neck firmly immobile with the collar, and feet twitching on the concrete floor. 

"Well, Mom. I think you better start getting extremely cooperative or we might just fry your older daughter's tits off. Hmm?" Traze said this with sadistic pleasure, his hand gently resting on the back of Sandra's neck. The brunette was still gasping, her chest heaving with the vibrating cock embedded deeply in her own pussy, creating tiny sensations which made it hard to focus. 

"If you fuck one of us and make it good, we might be willing to turn off the torture to your daughter's tits and let her just enjoy the vibrator. What do you think about that, hmm?"

Sandra finally seemed to recover from the shock. She slowly nodded. "Yes, please! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you monsters want me to!" 

Traze nodded at Mick, who turned down the dial and stepped over to Peyton. He leaned in, giving her a sloppy kiss as he took the clamps off of her nipples. He was still kissing her as she groaned with the sudden sensation of the blood returning to her nipple tips. Mick withdrew and then approached Mom.

"It's time to thank my brother Mick here, for showing your daughter a little mercy. Mick, why don't you lie on the bed next to Vick and we can have Mom straddle your cock right next to her youngest daughter!" Traze's suggestion was met with approval from the men.

Soon they'd freed Sandra from the chair, only to re-cuff her wrists in front of her and drag her to the bed. 

Vick was by now lying with his legs over the edge of the bed as young Avril humped his cock with her tight pussy, her hips moving with athletic speed. 

"Yeah, baby. Keep fucking my big, black cock. Milk my balls, sweetie."

Avril moaned, her pussy slurping up his shaft, slamming down to vacuum up every inch of Vick's straining manhood. She moaned an octave lower when Vick sat up, taking one of her beautiful pink nipples into his mouth and giving it a playful nip.

"See, Mom, your youngest daughter is well-behaved. We might just let her live," Traze said as he guided the pale brunette over beside her daughter. Mick had already laid back beside Vick, his legs hanging over the bed, his cock rigid as a slab of stone. He was running his hand up and down it, pumping it with anticipation as he saw Sandra's eyes cloud over with dismay.

"Oh yeah, bitch. It's hard and ready for you. Hop on!" Mick growled. When Sandra hesitated, Traze and Jamal roughly shoved the big-breasted woman to straddle him. She pressed her cuffed hands against his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscles underneath her fingertips. 'Oh god, he's so strong,' she thought. 'These men could snap me in half almost like a twig. If I don't do what they say, who knows what they'll do to my daughters!' Sandra thought.

The brunette may not have been in the flower of youth anymore, but her body was undeniably feminine and sexy. Her large, supple breasts had developed nicely after nursing two babies, and her hips were perfectly curved along with the rest of her body. The woman was still in her 30s, and she worked out daily, giving tone to the muscles of her arms and an athletic slimness to her build. 

Sandra bit her lip as she felt Mick's egg-shaped cock-head slip between the folds of her sex. She slowly plunged her cunt down to join their bodies as one, gasping as he began to gently smack her breasts. "OK, bitch! I'm going to let you do the work. Let's see some action. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my prick as you ride a Grade-A black cock. Let's see it!"

With Mick's prodding Sandra slowly began a rhythm, impaling her pussy again and again and again. She was all too aware of her youngest daughter grunting and fucking the man beside her. Unlike Avril, Sandra didn't have her hands bound above her head. She pushed her graceful fingers against Mick's chest for leverage, holding herself in place as she bounced her sexy buttocks up and down, slurping up the man's cock between pussy lips which were shamefully aroused. 

That's when the ultimate humiliation happened though. Traze gripped her by the nape of the neck, forcing her head sideways to watch her youngest daughter's impalements. 

The naked blonde was ramming her pussy down violently to encase Vick's angry penis, their mashing bodies creating a loud, squelchy echo in the room.

"YES! Fuck me harder bitch! I want to fuck that tight pussy to death, you hear? OOHH Fuck! You're gonna make me come, little slut. Just a little longer and I'll have my swimmers all sticky and oozing through your baby-making parts. MMm!" Vick growled.

Sandra's tormented eyes were glued to the scene as Traze held her by the neck. "Don't you dare turn away, bitch. Watch your youngest daughter bring my brother to climax. I don't want you to miss a second of it; if you do, we'll whip Peyton's tits bloody, I promise."

At that awful threat Sandra seemed to sag in defeat, and even when Traze took his hand away, the brunette dutifully watched as Avril plunged her sex down on the hard, dark shaft again and again and again. Finally, her cunt muscles squeezing the cock filling her so completely, Avril moaned, her eyes widening as Vick's sudden groan was accompanied by the feeling of hot, sticky fluid filling up her pussy. 

"AAAHHhhh YES! You feel my cum filling your sopping wet pussy, bitch? Do you?" Vick sat up, his mouth joining with Avril's in a savage kiss as one hand slipped behind the girl's naked body to gently pierce her star-shaped hole. Avril moaned at this new invasion, still not yet recovered from the gooey fullness in her pussy even as Vick kept his wilting cock nestled in her warm depths a little longer.

Finally he lifted the cute blonde off of him, turning her to face her mother. Sandra looked down and saw the cream pie of Vick's spunk glistening between her daughter's legs. Shame, guilt, and horror all vied within Sandra's chest even as she continued to slam her pussy down to pleasure Mick's penis. 

Mick reached up, his hands cupping the brunette's tits as he enjoyed the turmoil of emotion playing across her face. 

"PLS...NN MRR!" Meanwhile that cry came from Peyton, who was now having an orgasm on the cruel red cock. Her pussy juices were coating the shaft as her body writhed on the horse, the vibrator plus Jamal's clit-stroking fingers leading her over the precipice. 

Traze looked over his handiwork and sighed. These bitches were never getting free, that was for sure.

END OF CH. 2

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House Arrest Ch. 03



"OK, let's finish up in Mom and then we can move on to new games...maybe get Dad in on the picture." Traze said this, much to Sandra's horror.

Mick was still enjoying the squeeze of her cunt muscles around his cock as she rode him hard. Her cuffed hands pressed firmly into his muscled chest. Each time she bottomed out on his cock, she could feel his straining shaft that much closer to orgasm.

"That's it, Mom. You almost got Mick ready to blow! Keep up the good work!" Traze said.

Meanwhile Vick and Jamal dragged the two daughters over to the bed to kneel, their hands cuffed behind their backs, and their faces thrust forward to get a good view of their mother's forced fucking.

Avril and Petyon's tortured eyes followed the sight of their beautiful mother's pussy engulfing the big, black cock, then rising up - only to come slamming back down to the sound of feminine grunts and male groans. Mick was still enjoying fondling Sandra's tits, but he couldn't hold back much longer. His cock felt ready to burst, pulsating in the brunette's slick hole as she ground on top of him.

"Aaaaahhh FUCK!" he shouted. Mick groaned, his big fingers pinching Sandra's nipples hard as he emptied his cum in the brunette's snatch. 

Sandra moaned as she felt the sick bastard fill her with his seed. 'I have to figure out a way to free my girls!' she thought. 'There must be something I can do! Oh god...maybe if I can distract them with my body for long enough...' As possible scenarios played through her head for what she might do to distract their captors and give her daughters the opportunity to escape, Mick's spent cock flopped free. He pushed her aside, then grabbed her by the neck and dragged her over to the basement steps.

Meanwhile Vick and Jamal set about tying Peyton in spread-eagled position face-up on the bed. Once they had her wrists and ankles secured, the two cruel men then tied Avril naked and spread-eagled face-down on top of her older sister. The effect was arousing, with Petyon's and Avril's pussies and Avril's puckered hole exposed for all to see.

Jamal and Vick stood back, admiring their accomplishment. Jamal sighed. "Damn, those two bitches look hot, all tied up together. It makes me wish I could be the meat in that naked girl sandwich, ya know?"

"I hear you," Vick replied. 

The two men turned to Traze, their de facto leader. "What now, big man?" 

Traze grinned. "Now we take Mom upstairs and play with Dad a bit. Let's give the blonde cunts a chance to rest." Traze stalked over to the whimpering girls, leaning over to hiss in their ears. "Are you bitches gonna be good and quiet if we leave you down here? Or do I have to gag those pretty mouths?"

Peyton spoke up right away. "No, Sir! Please! We'll be quiet. We promise!"

"You call each of us 'Master' from now on, got it girls?"

"Yes Master!" both girls chirped in unison. Their fear was palpable, and it made Traze's cock rock-hard.

"OK, then. We'll be back in a while. Try not to make each other orgasm." He chuckled at his cruel joke as he and the other men dragged Sandra upstairs. 

Sandra's mind was whirling. She took stock of the tools lying out as they entered the kitchen. There was a gleaming butcher's knife lying on the marble countertop. If she could somehow get to it...

'I'd slash all their cocks off if I could,' she thought, her helplessness fueling her anger. But who was she kidding? Even if she did get to the knife, there were still four big, strong black men and just one of her. Her plans for escape became muddled by fearful anticipation as they dragged her up the flights of stairs to the attic where her husband was being kept.

'What are they going to do to me? Oh god. What if they hurt Mike?' Thoughts of her husband made Sandra's adrenaline kick in to overdrive. She had to do something!

With her hands still cuffed in front of her, the naked brunette went sprawling on the attic floor as Mick shoved her down in front of her husband. Mike was an athletic man with a trim build. He ran often, and his lean, angular face definitely fell under the 'handsome' category. The middle-aged man's dark eyes rounded out in horror at the sight of his naked wife thrust at his feet. 

Mike was still fully clothed in his suit coat, tie, and pants. The clothes were all rumpled, a good reflection of the dazed look on Mike's tortured face. Traze and his thugs had tied the man's hands above his head to one of the low-hanging rafters. His legs were straight out, both ankles bound tightly together with a zip tie. 

"Well, hey there husband. How do you like this? We've been having fun with your wife! See?" Mick taunted the man by leaning beside Sandra, forcing her thighs open with his hands to show the traces of his cum still oozing from her pussy. 

As Mike's face filled with fury and then despair, Mick continued to torment him. "Yeah, slugger. Your wife's cunt squeezed my cock like she was born to fuck a huge, hard black penis. And you know what? She loved every second of it. Look at her nipples? They're pretty hard, aren't they? They're aroused as shit, and you know it, white boy. Your wife loved every minute she rode my cock, and I thanked her for it in a big way." While Mick continued to goad and infuriate the tied-up husband, a new idea popped into Traze's sadistic head. 

"Hey, brothers. Why don't we at least ease her poor hubbie's suffering? Would you like that, Mike? Remembering the name on the driver's license, Traze took a knife from his chest of 'toys' and proceeded to rip away Mike's business attire, shredding the clothes in the process. At first Mike struggled, but when he realized that all the good it would do him would be to just get himself cut, he wisely sagged in his bonds. 

It took less than a minute for Traze to strip Mike down to his birthday suit. He glanced over at Sandra, kneeling naked, her cum-tainted pussy just barely visible between her lush thighs. 

"OK, bitch. We're going to be nice to you for a change. Crawl over here and give your husband some loving. I bet he's getting blue balls from staring at your naked ass."

Traze took a step back and waited for things to play out. He watched with deep satisfaction, his cock elongating as the big-breasted brunette crawled forward and bent over her husband's prick. It was still flaccid, but the moment her hands wrapped around the base of it, it came to life.

Mike groaned, looking down at his wife's hands. Sandra looked her dear husband in the eyes. She mouthed 'I'm sorry, but I have to do this' at the man she loved before slowly engulfing his cock in her mouth. Mike's groans intensified, and soon his protests filled the room.

"No, Sandy! Stop this! This is sick! Oh god...uhhh...don't help them like this. Where are our daughters?"

The four black men chuckled, and Vick grinned. "Don't worry, white boy. They're safe enough. We stuffed 'em both full of cock until they squealed. Now both sore, cum-soaked pussies are tied up on the bed in the basement. We can take you to see them later if you want."

The mixture of shame, rage, and guilt which played over the father's face could hardly be described. The four black men watched for several minutes as Sandra went to work. Her sexy bottom was raised high into the air as she bobbed her head up and down her husband's manhood. The sounds of slurping filled the room, soon augmented by the sounds of Mike's gathering groans. The brunette's efforts were definitely zealous because soon her husband's penis was leaking pre-cum fluid. When Sandra came up off of her husband's cock to draw a quick breath, there was already cum painting her pretty lips. 

The four burglars began to urge her on, yelling at her for encouragement. Traze watched as Sandra's mouth formed a tight 'O' around Mike's shaft, pumping down and up, down and up, down and up, and then down for several seconds as she engulfed him completely in her mouth and throat. She gurgled, her airway relaxing to take all of husband's cock in deep. All four of the black men now had rejuvenated cocks thanks to Sandra's cock-sucking show. Four black shafts now saluted the naked captives. 

"Man, she's a real pro," Jamal said with a shudder.

Vick nodded. "Look at her go! She's got a vacuum for a mouth. Look at her bottom out with those pretty lips on her husband's prick."

The men continued to shout encouragement until, with a piercing cry, Mike came. The husband cried out as his cock spurted cum into his wife's mouth. Sandra nearly choked as the sticky flecks of cum shot into her throat. Her jaw rippled as she sucked in and swallowed nearly all of it before sitting back on her haunches, panting with her efforts. 

Traze knelt beside her, putting a hand gently against her cheek to caress her face. 

"You did good, bitch. That was an impressive show."

"Please, we've done what you wanted! Now just let our girls go!" Sandra wailed.

Traze's eyes darkened. "Now look what you did, slut. Ruined a perfectly sexy mood with your whining and bitching. I think that deserves a punishment, don't you, my brothers?" Mick, Jamal, and Vick nodded in unison. Their straining cocks loomed ominously on every side as Sandra frantically shook her head.

"No, please! Don't!"

"Don't what, bitch? You don't even know what we have planned next," Traze replied with a dark smirk. He gestured at Mick, who delved into their chest of 'goodies.' Those goodies included the same battery-powered electroshock device they had used earlier on Peyton. Now they took it out, snaked the wires to Sandra's nipples, snapping the alligator clamps in place as the brunette groaned.

"Uhhh! No. What are you doing?" Sandra squealed. 

The men ignored her. They then proceeded to force Mike's butt off the floor by lifting him by the waist and binding his waist with rope to the old couch behind him. They then cut away the zip tie, but only for long enough to spread his legs and tie his ankles to leather ringlets which they hammered into the floor. Both of the husband's legs were now spread and immobile. 

Last, and certainly not least, Sandra watched, puzzled, as Jamal withdrew what looked like a protective suit from their treasure trove of sex toys. He shrugged into it, and the fabric seemed extremely thick, with a protective plastic coating. The suit's pants had a hole in the crotch area, and with his elongated manhood poking through, Jamal proceeded to cover his penis with a condom covered in tiny spikes. 

"This here, bitch, is our electroshock protection suit. You'll see its purpose soon enough," Jamal said.

Traze nodded. "That's right, brunette cunt. You're going to lay on your back and spread those thighs for Jamal so he can give you a good, hard fucking. He's the only one who hasn't had a chance to get full relief yet, and you're going to fix that. Oh, and did I mention that we're going to apply shocks to your hot tits until you writhe in agony? Did I mention that I want your tongue licking out your husband's ass or I'll double the shock voltage?"

Sandra's entire body paled as those words sank in. She shook her head frantically, her eyes glistening with tears. 

"Please, you can't do this!" she begged. But the naked black men didn't seem to care what she thought. Sandra suddenly found her wrists freed, but it wasn't much consolation. Pushing her onto her back, they forced the pale, naked woman's head underneath her husband's buttocks and told her to start licking. Vick crouched behind her husband's ass, making sure she did as they ordered. 

Her tongue made tentative, reluctant flicks at Mike's puckered hole, but try as she might, she couldn't put much enthusiasm into it. This was awful. It was wrong. She couldn't do this. All of those thoughts flashed into her panicked brain.

Then something else happened. She felt something large prod between her labia. A long, thick shaft slowly plunged between her pussy lips, wresting a muffled groan from her mouth as she licked at her husband's anus. 

"The bitch is hardly into it, guys. I think she needs some motivation," Vick said.

Suddenly Sandra felt a tingling warmth zap her nipples. Her body jerked at the sudden electroshock. Her teeth nearly bit down as pain flowed through her aching breasts. 

"UUGGGHHH! PLSSS NOOO!" Her protest was ignored as a fresh zap of voltage shot into her supple breasts, making her fists clench and her legs flail. Jamal held her fast, though. Protected from any of the electricity coursing through his female captive's body, the hulking black man pounded her pussy again and again and again. The sheath of the condom created incredible sensations along the walls of Sandra's cunt as he slammed his penis home between her legs with the force of a thrown spear.

"Uh...uh...uh...Oh yeah, bitch. Your pussy is good and tight. Probably not as tight as your sexy daughters, but this will do. AAHHH. Yeah. You feel that electro-toy shocking your cute tits? How's it feel, hmm?"

Sandra began licking out her husband's puckered hole with feverish intensity. Anything to get her mind off of the shocks to her poor body. Anything that might get these sadistic men to stop what they were doing just a few seconds sooner. Her tongue lovingly laved out her husband's anus. She was only glad that he had showered and thoroughly cleaned himself recently. The smell was of cucumber soap rain, and as she kept licking it slowly dawned on her that her husband was groaning...not in pain, but in delight.

"Oh yeah! Keep at it, girl. Hubbie loves every second of it! What do you think, Mike? She has a skillful mouth on her, doesn't she?" Mick jeered. 

Meanwhile Jamal's fucking was aiming towards its pinnacle. His hips moved forward with a blur, his cock ramming into Sandra's pussy so fast as the squelching sounds of her pussy suctioning in his cock filled the attic. He reached out, both hands grasping her by the shoulders to better hold the brunette in place as he brutally fucked her.

"Yes, you little slut. Take this cock! It might be the last cock you know before we leave your cute ass for dead," Jamal growled. He fucked her like an animal, his sheathed cock making her pussy clench and unclench with sudden need as an orgasm snuck up on her and overwhelmed her. 

Sandra's muffled moans as she feasted on her husband's anus was like priceless music to Traze's ears.

"Ooooh FUCK. This is HOT!" Traze growled. "Fuck her hard, Jamal! Give that bitch the fucking of a lifetime."

Jamal complied, but at the last moment the muscular black man pulled out, rolled the condom off, and pumped his cock to climax. A sudden geyser of cum shot out over Sandra's nakedness, showering her with seed. Sticky flecks covered the brunette's breasts and belly. Pools of Jamal's jism oozed in streaks on the woman's once-pristine skin. 

"Damn, Jamal. You made a real mess out of the white slut," Mick said with a little jealousy in his tone.

Finally Mick lowered the dial on the electro-device. Sandra let out a relieved sigh as the shocks to her sore nipples finally stopped. Meanwhile her tongue was wriggling and laving her husband's anus. But then a strange thing happened. All too aware of her husband's groans of arousal, Sandra acted without thinking. She reached her hand over, not surprised to find that Mike was already hard again. She clenched her hand around his cock, pumping him towards release. His groans lowered an octave, and Sandra realized to her shock that her pussy was wet with arousal in response to her husband's lust. 

She pumped his manhood harder, her hand flying up and down his shaft in a blur while her tongue ate out his puckered hole...

"AAAHHH!" She felt Mike's cock twitch in her hand, the veins in his throbbing shaft almost tangible against her fingers as spurt after spurt of cum emptied into a sticky puddle between the mounds of her breasts. 

What she did next appalled her even more, though. Sandra found herself reaching down now, incredibly aroused by her husband's recent orgasm. She touched her graceful fingers to her pussy, stroking her own clit and moaning as her nipples became painfully hard, her breasts aching with the need to be touched. 

'This is so sick! Oh god, what's wrong with me?' Sandra wondered. But instincts had already taken over, primal feminine conditioning driving her towards a precipice she knew she couldn't turn back from. 

The rest of the room had gone eerily quiet. Traze and his boys just watched with astonishment as the busty brunette continued to fondle her sex, stroking herself towards climax. They watched with mounting lust as their female captive stroked herself harder and harder, her fingers moving like ballet dancers around her labia and against the nerve bundle of her clitoris. The fingers quickened the pace yet again, and now Sandra's breasts were rising and falling with each labored breath.

The woman was beyond aroused. Her pussy was on the verge of gushing. Sandra was beyond the capability of thought. She only felt the heat surging between her legs, begging for release. Then it came. It washed over her like a tsunami. The pleasurable inferno gushed from between her legs, spattering the wood floor. Her body flailed in a paroxysm of pure bliss, her feminine juices soaking the wood beneath her crotch. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, the sensations died away. Sandra felt like her soul had been robbed of eternal happiness, and for a moment she forgot about this living nightmare. About her family being held captive by four sadistic men in their secluded house.

As if through a fog, Sandra heard the voices of her captors.

"Damn, man. I never seen anything like it. She is one horny little fuck-slave. I say we take her with us. She and her daughters." Vick turned to the others. "Well?"

Traze stroked his chin, mulling things over. "Yeah, but what are we gonna do about hubbie? We can't just leave him. We gotta either make him disappear or take him with us."

Traze looked at Mick and Jamal, trying to see where they stood on the issue. Though Traze was the leader of the bunch, when it came to decisions like these they acted as a democracy.

They all knew what 'disappear' meant. Jamal finally shrugged. "Let's take him with us. I want to see the tortured look on his face when we fuck his daughters in front of him. That's not going to get old for a good long while." 

Mick chuckled. "The man has a point. I agree. We abduct the whole family. When we tire of the mom and girls, we can sell their fine asses to one of the drug lords down south. The dad too."

As they nodded in agreement a doorbell at the front door startled them out of their discussion. The insistent chime from the front door sounded again and again.

Traze dragged the mom out from under her husband's crotch and put a gun to her face. 

"Who's at the door, bitch? You expecting anyone? You better tell me the truth or I will put a hole in your husband's chest."

Sandra's lips were trembling as she answered. "N-no, I mean yes. It's probably Katalina. She's Avril's friend. She was coming to visit for the weekend."

A slow, thoughtful smile lit up Traze's face. "Tell us this, Mom. Is she hot? Is your daughter's friend a sexy young thing?" 

The realization of what they were about to do nearly sent Sandra into a babbling fit of despair. 

"No, please. You can't do this to her. Just let me get dressed and I'll send her away."

All four thugs exchanged a look of malice. 

"I don't think so, Mom. We'll let you introduce us all right, but then sexy little Katalina is going to join the party!"

Sandra's heart sank, and she knew that the depravity these men were visiting on this house and her family were only just beginning.

END OF CH.3

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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House Arrest Ch. 03



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House Arrest Ch. 04



Katalina stood at the door impatiently tapping her foot. She pressed the doorbell for the millionth time. 

'Where are they?' she wondered. She and Avril were supposed to go to the beach for a beautiful sunset. As usual, unfortunately, Katalina was running late. The attractive Latina never let that stop her before, though. She wore only her hot pink bikini outfit. There were beach towels slung in the back seat of her jump, which was parked in the curb with the key still in the ignition.

There would be time to make it to the beach and still watch the sun dip into the ocean if Avril would hurry her ass up.

After what seemed like forever, the door swung open. Avril's mom stood there, smiling a creepy sort of fake smile. She was wearing a night shirt and pajamas, which seemed strange, but who was Katalina to judge? Maybe Avril's mom had needed a nap or something. 

"Hi Kat. Come on in. I think Avril's waiting for you upstairs."

Katalina shook her head. "Sorry, Mrs. Malone. No time. Can you just tell Avril to come out and meet me by the jeep?"

The gorgeous Latina turned to walk away when Mrs. Malone's voice cut in a little desperately.

"Actually Kat, I think Avril needs your opinion on something. She can't decide what she wants to wear to the beach. You know how she is...if I just tell her you're waiting, she may take all day to decide. You might need to go up there and give her an extra nudge. You know what looks good on her and you have good sense of style." 

Katalina felt a little taken aback by the compliment, but she grinned. "Thanks. That's nice of you to say, Mrs. Malone. I know what you mean, too. We're already running late enough as it is. Okay, lead me to her." Kat followed Sandra into the house, and Sandra began walking up the stairs.

Kat thought it odd that Sandra seemed so distracted. Her fingers were tapping nervously on her hips as she mounted the stairs. "She's in her bedroom I think," Sandra said. Then, as they hit the landing at the top of the stairs, two things happened fast. A man jumped out from behind a closet door, waving a gun in Kat's face. Another man rushed behind her as she turned to flee, blocking her escape. 

"Don't try to make a move, bitch. You'll just get hurt." Vick twisted Katalina's hands behind her back, snapping cuffs on them before she knew what was happening. Meanwhile Mick planted the gun against her cheek and told her to be still. 

"That's it, bitch. Don't move a muscle. Welcome to the festivities. We're glad you could join us!" 

Kat's eyes widened as she saw two naked black men walk down the hallway to join their friends. Traze and Jamal gave each other a high-five and then turned to Sandra who stood there, her lips trembling.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. They made me. I had to do it...for my family," Sandra sighed.

"You bitch! You helped them capture me!" Kat hissed. She couldn't believe it. Her mind whirled, wondering what insane world she'd just stepped into.

"Hey, I'm Traze, and I own this house and everything in it...including your cute, soon-to-be naked ass," said the biggest of the black men, tattoos swirling down biceps that looked almost like tree trunks. 

"Why don't we get acquainted?" Traze said. He turned to Vick and Mick. "Why don't you two take mom downstairs to be reunited with her daughters? You can have fun with them while Jamal and me take Katalina upstairs to get familiar with Dad."

The black men nodded, grunting with enthusiasm. "Sounds good to us, brother."

In no time at all Traze slashed away Katalina's bikini and panties. The young woman trembled in Jamal's grasp. He had taken over for Vick, holding her body fast. 

"Oooh. What have we hear? A cute, pink pussy with pouting lips just inviting a good lick...or a big, hard black cock. Which shall we go with first, sweetie?" 

"Don't touch me!" Katalina squealed. But Jamal had the gun now, and he put the barrel of the pistol to her cheek. 

"I recommend you don't move those sexy legs one inch while my brother plays with you. I'd hate to accidentally pull this trigger and rearrange your pretty face, ya know?"

Katalina tried to swallow as panic began to set in. She unwillingly opened her thighs as Traze pushed at them with his big hands. His face darted between her legs, and he gently traced his tongue along her labia. She groaned as she felt his tongue suddenly dive deeply, sampling the taste of her sex. Then he moved upward, tickling her clitoris before plunging his tongue once more into her soft depths. 

The black man lapped at her cunt with dedication, his mouth clamped to her crotch as he worked her clit. It wasn't long before Katalina felt a weakness in her legs. They began to turn to jelly as Traze stoked a fire in her loins. Her juices began to flow, trickling onto the black man's tongue as he continued to feast on her pussy. Meanwhile Jamal cupped her supple breasts, squeezing them as she groaned. 

"Yeah, you little Latina slut. You like that, don't you. You like my brother's tongue making you all creamy and wet down there."

Jamal teased the girl's nipples as Traze licked and lapped harder, then faster than before. The black man's jaw rippled with effort as he licked her at a feverish pace, his tongue battering her little joy bundle. The sexy Latina squirmed. Her beautiful face turned bright red as she looked down at the man pleasuring her.

"Please...make him stop! This is wrong!" Katalina moaned. Her body was responding now, though, and her breasts trembled as her next breath came out in a shudder. She couldn't believe the sensations intensifying between her legs. The arousal coiling through her insides, stoking her into a feminine beast. She sighed, her hands clenching behind her back as Jamal leaned over to lave one of her nipples as if it were a rare jewel. 

"Mmm. You got yummy tits, bitch. We may have to whip them later, just so see how well they jiggle," Jamal said with a cruel grin.

Katalina shook her head and begged them to stop. "Please, it's not too late to let me go. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone what happened!" she begged. 

"Stupid bitch! You don't tell us what to do!" Jamal hissed. He nipped at her nipple, wresting a groan of pain from her mouth as Traze continued to suck and tease her young pussy. Then Traze gently nipped at her clitoris, sending shivers of pleasure rocketing through her core. Katalina moaned, feeling herself nearing the precipice. She opened her legs wider, bucking her crotch into Traze's face before she was even conscious of what she was doing.

The pussy-feasting went into overdrive, and soon Traze was slurping on her sex as she openly moaned, her soft thighs wide and welcoming for his tongue. Traze gently squeeze her joy nub between his teeth, then sucked hard as the orgasm tore through her loins. Katalina cried out, her pussy juice gushing into Traze's startled face in amounts he hadn't expected. The black brute licked his chops, glancing down at the extra pussy cream trickling down his chin and onto his chest.

"OOohhh. Mmm! You taste good, slut. Real good! I think you're keeper. Now all you need is a good cock in you to teach you your place."

Katalina's pleasure-glazed eyes suddenly focused in horror. "No! Please don't! I'll do anything but that. I'm not on the pill! Look, I can't get pregnant. My family would kill me! Look, let me suck your cock or something. I'll give you a hand job."

Suddenly her vision blacked out as Jamal slapped her in the face. "How many times do I have to tell you, bitch? We're the ones giving the orders." Jamal turned to Traze. "She deserves a punishment for that I think."

Traze nodded. "Indeed she does. We'll give her a proper one when we take her upstairs to meet Dad."

Both black men grinned, dragging their newly captured girl up the attic stairs as she flailed and begged for mercy.

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Katalina gaped at the tied up man in the attic. Was this Mr. Malone, Avril's dad? They had never met before. Usually Mr. Malone was always working, and when he wasn't working he was off with his buddies, not much of a family man. Now Katalina was horrified that she would have to meet him like this. They were both naked. She watched in horror as Mr. Malone saw her naked body and his cock began to rise.

The two black men chuckled. "Mike, meet Katalina. I think Mike likes what he sees, cunt. Maybe we need to bust your pussy on the white boy's prick first. He's already had two orgasms, but I think he's up for one more, don't you Jamal?"

Jamal nodded. "Oh yeah, brother. Most definitely." 

"First though, I think you need a good incentive to fuck like a proper whore," Traze added. He took a whip from the chest which lay to the side and out of the way. It had three dangling tongues of leather, each looking formidable. 

"You kneel on that cock over there and impale your cute pussy on it. You fuck that white boy hard and make him come inside you. The quicker you do it, the less I have to whip you bloody. Is that understood?" 

Katalina began to shake her head and thought about spitting in her captor's face, but then she saw the whip more closely. At the end of each tongue of the whip there was a tiny piece of glittering metal. When that thing smacked against skin, it was going to hurt. Her body shivered at the thought of that awful thing touching her beautiful, unblemished skin.

"Okay, okay. Please, I'll do it! Just don't hurt me," Katalina whined. She came over to Mike, positioning her pussy right above his cock. Luckily he was rock hard so that even though Katalina's hands weren't free, she didn't have to do anything to position his cock-head near her slick hole. She simply straddled him aimed her cunt lips to sweetly enclose his bulbous cock-head, and gently pushing down to engulf him in her feminine heat. 

Mike groaned as his cock-head slipped up her twat. Katalina moaned as he filled her, hating herself for doing what these sick men asked. 

"What are you waiting for, slut? We don't have all day! Start slamming that pussy down onto some hard, white meat! Let's go!!" Traze's shout was joined by the feel of the lash across her back. Katalina shrieked and gyrated her hips at the same time, plunging down to engulf the pale cock between her legs. She began a rhythm, fucking herself hard as the whip continued to slap across her back. 

The young Latina moaned, her breasts bouncing up and down as her pussy pumped Mike's shaft, but all the while the whip continued to bite into her soft flesh. 

"Hey man, go easy! I think she's starting to get the hang of it," Jamal said. 

Katlina wanted to thank Jamal, and she felt ashamed for feeling gratitude to one of the men who'd just kidnapped her as her pussy slurped up and down Mike's cock. She couldn't believe that she was fucking Avril's dad. It seemed so wrong. So...sick.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malone. Aaahhhh."

Mike sighed, helpless to do anything but watch as his cock vanished between the cunt lips of his youngest daughter's best friend. He cursed himself, appalled by the arousal raging through his cock. He looked down at his crotch as their bodies joined, wishing that this were all just an insane nightmare. 

"No Katalina...it's not your fault. These sick bastards are making us do this. Don't blame yourself. I'm the one who's ashamed." And he was. He looked down at his rigid phallus, hard and ready each time that Katalina bottomed out her young pussy on his prick. Her nipples were aroused against her will, and she rode him hard until their bodies made a loud, squelching rhythm that filled the attic like music. 

Meanwhile Traze had lowered the whip, giving Katalina a break. There were several stripes across her back, and they would be tender for at least a day or so. Luckily Katalina had obeyed quickly and left Traze no excuse to continue her punishment. But the leader of the four burglars and sex-crazed kidnappers looked for other ways to punish his victims. 

"Okay, slut. That's good. You've got a nice rhythm going. Now we just need a cock to fill your mouth while you fuck him. Jamal, you want to do the honors?"

Jamal grinned, then walked up to Katalina. He looked at her pretty face. It was perfectly proportioned with a nose neither too big or too small. It was heart-shaped, which gave the young woman an innocent look. He looked into her frightened hazelnut eyes as his offered his cock and dangling testicles before her face.

"Hmm. Ya know what, brother, I don't think she deserves my cock yet. I think she needs to suck my little sperm factory twins first." Jamal swung his testicles suggestively in front of Katalina's face, and the frightened girl took his hint. She began to lick and suckle on the folds of his sac, moaning as she continued to impale her wet pussy on Mike's cock. The music of sex filled the room for several minutes as the fucking and ball-sucking continue in earnest.

Traze pulled out a video camera, deciding this definitely needed to be filmed for shits and giggles later. 

"Yeah. Keep at it, bitch. You're a star." Traze walked over beside the action, leaning over for a close-up shot of Katalina's Latina cunt slurping up Mike's pale shaft. Katalina was actually moaning now, and there was no mistake that she was getting some pleasure out of this coupling. Her nipples were as erect as ever, and some of the fluid trickling onto Mike's shaft wasn't pre-cum. She ground her hips like a madwoman, her breasts flopping with extra buoyancy with each impalement.

"Can I believe what I'm seeing here? Jamal, this slut is wet. She's getting off on fucking the white's boy prick. Look at that," Traze said with delight. 

The black man leaned over, the serpent tattoo along his biceps showing their fangs as he grasped her chin and forced her to swivel her mouth and face him. 

"Tell us how much you like fucking you best friend's dad's cock. I want you screaming praises about that cock as you fuck him, and I plan to get all of it on video." He took a step back, positioning the video camera just right. When he had it perfectly aimed he gave her a thumbs up.

"Okay, bitch. Go! I want to see a good show." 

Jamal rubbed his cock in her hair as the girl bounced up and down Mike's penis, shouting as loud as her lungs would let her. 

"Yes. I love your cock inside me, Mike! Fuck me hard! Fill up my tight pussy, YES! I love the feel of your cock deep in my wet cunt!" She squealed anything she thought her captors wanted to hear. Anything to keep her from being whipped again by that brutal three-tongued lash. What made it worse, though, was that her body agreed with the words. Arousal flooded her core, invading her very blood. She felt lust surge from her toes to her fingertips, and her pussy flooded with need. 

Soon she was fucking Mike not because two brutal men had forced her to. She was fucking him because the primal female in her wanted it. Craved it. Demanded it. Suddenly the young Latina wailed as climax ripped through her pussy, forcing her juices to coat Mike's cock. She shuddered on his lap, clenching and unclenching around his dick, which sent him into an orgasm of his own.

"Yes, bitch! You're actually coming. Come on your best friend's dad's cock, you nasty bitch! Damn," Jamal growled.

It seemed to take forever for Katalina to come back to herself. The sexy 21-year-old Latina looked down, aware of a slimy stickiness now coating her cunt. She felt dirty. Unclean. But worst of all, she wasn't on the pill, and her fellow captive might have unwillingly gotten her pregnant. Her head sagged to her chest and she began to cry. 

"SSSHHH. There, there slut. You worried about getting pregnant? It's okay. We got good news for you, slut." Traze leaned into Katalina, giving her lips a passionate kiss. Slowly, as he drew his tongue from her mouth, savoring her taste, the black man grinned. "Yeah, you see, I don't think you'll live long enough to have a baby."

As he said this, the brutal black man put her in a head lock, choking off her airway. Katalina sputtered, her body flailing. Mike groaned, and the truly appalling thing was the way her wiggling pussy reawakened his just-spent cock, making it semi-hard again as it lay still nestled in her sticky love-chute. 

Katalina finally passed out, sagging in Traze's grip as he let her go. The girl flopped forward onto Mike's chest. Mike was grateful to feel the girl's breasts moving against his chest with the intake of each breath, little puffs of air warming his shoulder where her head pressed against him. 

"Why? Why did you do that?" Mike said, outraged.

"The girl needed to know that we mean business. None of this 'I'm pregnant, oh no!' bullshit. She needs to know that as our slave her duty is to please cocks, and if that means getting pregnant, too damn bad," Traze said. Vick would have done much worse. Vick would have seriously maimed a girl for complaining too much. Traze was the less hot-tempered of the bunch. Little did Katalina know how lucky she'd been.

"All right, brother. Let's tie Katalina up and leave these two lovebirds up here. Sound good?"

Jamal nodded. "Good idea. But first, I have an idea or two about how to tie this slut up."

Traze grinned. "Oh? Do share." Together the two muscular black men took off Katalina's handcuffs and then tied her hands to a rope, which they then ran up to the ceiling, forcing her arms up above her head. Then they wound ropes around her waist, hips and legs, keeping her snugly on Mike's lap. The poor man's cock was still embedded in Katalina's slick pussy, and now they would be forced to remain joined because Traze proceeded to loop the ropes underneath Mike's crotch, tying the naked captives together so tightly that they dug grooves into the skin. When he had finished he stood back, admiring his work. 

"Yep, how you like it, white boy? Your cock's got a nice warm place to sleep for a while." 

Katalina began to come to, blinking her eyes rapidly as she groaned. "UUhhhh. Please, no more. Don't hurt me. What did you do to me?" she gasped.

She looked down, feeling the fullness of Mike's cock still inside her. Since her brief loss of consciousness the suburban father's cock had grown harder, from semi-firm to now painfully rigid again. She glanced at Mike, and their exchange of helpless, tormented looks made Traze's cock twitch. Katalina tried to shift, to wiggle a little so that Mike's cock might slip free, but all she did was create painful pressure points where the ropes dug into her skin. With a groan she settled still again, forced to permanently impale herself on her fellow captive's penis.

"I think we've done enough here. Let's leave these lovebirds to their lovemaking bliss." Traze tromped down the attic stairs. Once they were through, Jamal closed the door behind them. 

Traze gave his brother a fist bump. "Dang, bro. That was hot. I like your creativity."

Jamal shrugged his shoulders. "You think that's good, wait until you hear my new plan for Mom and the girls downstairs. Let's go down and see what's happening, shall we?"

The other black man nodded. Traze rubbed his hands together. "We shall."

End of Chapter 4. To Be Continued...

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House Arrest Ch. 05



Mick and Vick decided to stash Sandra away so that they could have a round two of playtime with the woman's unfortunate daughters. They dragged the brunette into the shower on the first floor, then stripped off her pajamas and cuffed her to the showerhead. 

"OK, bitch. You stay here and get cleaned up." Vick surveyed the woman's cum-sticky breasts. "You are one nasty, gooey slut right now." 

The two hulking black men turned on the shower to cold, then turned to leave, tramping down the stairs to the basement. There they found Avril and Peyton still tied up and spread-eagled on top of one another. 

"Did you miss us, little cunts?" Vick growled.

"Please, Master! We need to pee!" Peyton said. 

Vick and Mick exchanged a long look. "Fine, bitch, but later you'll be paying for the privilege. Believe me." Together the two men untied the girls and then shoved their naked captives over to the toilet in the spare bathroom located in the basement. 

There was just a toilet and a plain vanity sink, no shower or tub. Vick brandished a long combat knife from his toolbox of 'fun toys.' He thrust Peyton forward while fondling Avril's breasts and putting the blade to her throat. "OK, big sis. Start peeing. We don't have all day."

Peyton blushed, looking in horror at her captor. "Please. I-I need privacy!"

Mick walked up to Peyton brandishing a knife of his own. He leaned beside her as she sat on the toilet, stroking the flat of his blade against her clitoris as his mouth gently suckled her left nipple. "Listen, bitch...we're not a patient bunch. I think you can appreciate that. Now I suggest, if you want to pee, you get it DONE, and then it's little sister's turn. That or we are going to get extremely impatient, and I don't think you're going to like how rough we get when we get impatient, you know?"

The gorgeous dark blonde's eyes went wide, and Peyton nodded, her lips trembling. "Okay...I'll go. Just give me a moment. It's hard to pee with you watching."

Finally the older sister was able to take care of nature's call, and soon Avril followed her sister's example. Once both sisters had peed, they were dragged back out into the basement's main room and told to sit on the couch. The two naked captives did as they were told. Their wrists had been cuffed in front of them, but otherwise they were unbound. 

"Hmm. What game shall we play next, brother?" Mick asked. 

Vick turned to his companion and grinned. "Let's see how much these sisters love each other."

The two girls exchanged a look of utter disbelief. "NO! I'm not...we're not lesbians!" Avril shouted, exchanging a glance with her older sister. Why wasn't Peyton looking as horrified as Avril felt, with a weight sinking in the pit of her stomach? Something seemed horribly wrong the way Peyton just looked down, saying nothing, her cheeks blushing. 

"Avril, lay back and spread those cute thighs wide for your loving sister. She's going to lick your pussy to show you how much she loves you, bitch. And if she doesn't..." Vick approached, resting the tip of his knife on Avril's right nipple. "If she doesn't, then I'm afraid these nipples get cut off. I don't think you want that, do you?" To emphasize his point he gently punctured each nipple, making Avril scream as blood trickled down both of her supple breasts. 

"AAAEEEE!!! Please don't hurt me!" Avril groaned. She quickly spread her creamy thighs wide open, though, and blinked back tears as she watched with fascinated revulsion while Peyton knelt between her legs on the couch and pushed her face into her crotch. Avril's bloody nipples hardened into sexed-up buds as Peyton began to lap at her sex. First the horny older sister licked around the border of Avril's labia. The pussy lips shivered with sensation, Peyton's tongue lovingly tracing the outermost reaches of her sister's sex. 

This was wrong, so very wrong. That was all Avril could think as the ricochets of delicious feeling shot through her, warming up her cunt and blossoming outward as her legs turned to jelly. She opened her thighs a little wider, one foot dangling over the back of the couch as her young pussy received an assault unlike any before. Avril's moans drifted through the basement. Peyton's tongue dove into her twat, pushing into her channel before coming upward, flicking its tantalizing strokes against her bundle of sex-nerves. 

Avril gasped, her hands unconsciously cupping her sister's hair, gripping two fistfuls of the lush, dark blonde tresses as Peyton continued to suck, cajole, and complete her erotic domination of Avril's already dripping sex. Avril's gasps had succumbed to a constant whimper. She opened her thighs as wide as they would go, reveling in the feel of her sister's tongue deep inside her cunt, exploring and stroking every inch of her core.

"See, what we have here is special, isn't it brother?" asked Mick. 

Vick nodded. "Damn right. Look at these gorgeous sluts. They're as horny as a pair of bitches in heat. Look at 'em! I think big sis needs a cock filling her horny pussy while she keeps eating out little sis. Don't you?" As Vick said those words, the muscle-clad black man mounted the couch behind Peyton. He marveled at her ass, perched high and sexy in the air. The globes of Petyon's ass were firm and glistening in the light. He spit into her pussy, rubbing in his saliva to give it some fresh lubrication. He felt the young captive tremble at his touch, his hands gently massaging her lower back before gliding along the crack of her buttocks.

"Relax, little cunt. Keep eating out your sister's pussy. If you don't make her COME before I bust my nuts in you and blow my jism, we're going to have a problem."

As he said this, Vick positioned his bulbous cock-head carefully, nestling the tip of his manhood between Peyton's pussy lips. Peyton groaned, throwing her hips back at the last moment to engulf the cock before Vick could so much as nudge forward. The surprised captor gasped as Peyton began to enforce a constant rhythm, her cute ass thrusting back to grip his cock again and again and again in a velvety vice. 

"UUHHHH! Shit, man. Did you see that? This slut just rammed her pussy back and impaled it on my big, black prick. I think she's a real sex addict," Vick sighed, groaning as she kept the rhythm going, fucking herself with animalistic exertion. Meanwhile in Peyton's panicked head two feelings of guilt were clashing. 'I better fuck them and obey them or they'll hurt Avril even more!' she thought. Peyton was all too aware of the coppery scent of the tiny trickles of blood on Avril's breasts. She was also filled with shame though, because she did love licking her sister's snatch. She did love the thrill of forcing such erotic responses from her sister's body. 

Each time her tongue slurped at her sister's now sopping sex, Peyton felt her own lust bloom like a flower on the first day of summer. The older sister was now groaning, her sounds mingling with Avril's moans and Vick's grunts as the black man merely knelt behind her, not even moving, letting her thrust her sexy bottom back to encase his cock with her soft sex again and again.

"What gives, man? You just sitting there!" Mick growled. 

But Vick simply smiled, his long, thick cock enjoying the squeeze of Peyton's pussy walls. 

"Sorry, man. This is just too good. I enjoy the view, here, watching this horny slut impale her pink cunt lips on my black cock. She wants to do that, I'm going to just let her do the work, brother."

Inwardly Peyton thanked Vick for being merciful. For at least letting her establish the rhythm of their fucking. Meanwhile her tongue was furiously battering her little sister's clit, bringing Avril towards a mind-blowing finish.

"Please, stop!" Avril whined, but her moans said otherwise and her pert nipples and the river of fluid gathering between her legs definitely said otherwise. The young blonde thrust her crotch into her older sister's face, her cheeks painted crimson with shame. Avril's head shot backward over the couch's armrest, and the entire couch shook as the college girl flailed in the throes of orgasm.

Peyton's muffled gasp was joined by the spurting juices of her younger sister onto her feasting tongue. The dark blonde lapped at her little sister's juices, tasting the strange nectar she'd always dreamed about. This was a forbidden fantasy for Peyton. Had been since the two of them had hit puberty. And now, here in this awful situation, that dark desire had been indulged, and Peyton found herself so horny and fulfilled she couldn't believe it.

Suddenly the older sister was slamming her cunt so hard to engulf Vick's cock, and she realized that she was screaming even as her sister's pussy juice still glistened on her lips and chin. 

"Fuck me, Master! Fuck my tight, wet pussy! I want your cock in me so bad. Fuck me HARD. Made me scream!" Peyton cried. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Had she completely lost her mind? Peyton looked down at her sister's face mingling with shock and post-orgasm bliss. Avril's eyes widened at the sight of her sister begging to be fucked by one of their tormentors. 

Avril gasped as Peyton slammed her pussy backward harder and harder, faster and faster to join her body with one of the very men who had abducted them. 

"Peyton, what are you doing!" Avril cried. "Don't help them rape you!" she said. 

But Peyton was beyond help. The female captive slammed her pussy backward and finally Vick couldn't stand it any longer. He flung his hips forward, his hands digging into her sides and then sliding up to cup her cones as he fucked her like a stallion. 

"Fine, bitch. You want some hard cock filling that tight, white clam? Ohh, I'll give you some hard, angry cock all right." Vick growled as he fucked her brutally, his body flying forward to fill her up like a battering ram. Peyton's moans clawed at the air around them, her nipples painfully erect, her pussy and breasts aching with need as lust washed through her loins.

"Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!!" Peyton shouted, then cried out as an orgasm tore through her young pussy. Meanwhile Vick was nearing a climax of his own. He put a hand around Peyton's cuffed wrists, clenching his fingers tight enough to leave red marks on her skin as the moment of ejaculation came in one violent release. 

"I'm going to stuff you full and get you all gooey, bitch. AAAHHH!" Vick roared. He was thrust to the hilt, only his testicles visible as his seed shot toward Peyton's womb. The dark blonde moaned, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock as the hyper-sensitive aftermath of her climax made her all too aware of his cock stroking her core. Peyton sighed, her body filled with the aura of post-coital satisfaction for a few seconds before the nightmare of her family's situation, of their helplessness at the hands of these brutal captors, brought her back to her senses.

"Please...let us go," Peyton coughed, her voice raw from her recent cries of lust. 

***

"Ahhh. I am nearly spent, brother." Vick sighed, watching as his flaccid cock slipped free of Peyton's damp heat. Cum oozed from her well-fucked pussy. The black man wrapped a huge bicep around Peyton's shoulders and told her to sit next to him on the couch. With one hand draped over her like his personal sex slave, he idly fondled her right breast and nipple. Peyton closed her eyes, moaning as her sensitive nipple felt every brush of his fingertips. 

Meanwhile Mick had been watching all this action, and his cock stood out like a flagpole. Rigid with veins practically pulsating along the length of his shaft, the muscular black stud walked up to the other side of the couch where Avril lay still dazed and exhausted from her recent orgasm. The couch cushion between Avril's sexy thighs was stained dark from her juices. 

"Look at the mess you made, little cunt," Mick growled. "I think you need to be punished for that...and you know what? Your sweet little pussy and my cock haven't been properly introduced yet."

Avril's eyes settled on the man's thick penis. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Look, please let us rest. Let me suck your cock instead," she said. But the real reason Avril wanted to suck Mick's cock was to lower her chance of getting pregnant. She'd been fucked once, and she didn't want to get fucked again. The thought that she might already be pregnant filled her with dread. 

Unfortunately Mick shook his head, and his expression darkened. He retrieved a riding crop from his toolbox of 'toys' and came back to the couch. Leaning over her, he slapped the riding crop against her pussy lips and crotch. Avril groaned as her sensitive sex felt every inch of the crop smacking against her fragile skin. 

"Please, stop! Oww. Okay, okay. I'll do what you want," she whined.

"Good. Right now what I want you to do is climb up on this big, black prick and go for a RIDE. Understand?"

Avril stood up on very unsteady legs, but she nodded at her captor. Biting her lip, the gorgeous college girl stepped into his arms as Mick's hands cradled her waist and lifted her. It took some coordination as Avril settled her cuffed wrists over his neck for leverage. Meanwhile Mick used his strong arms to weld her hips against his body, positioning her pussy above his throbbing penis. 

Then he lowered her down, stretching her pussy with his enormous cock as she moaned, their bodies fully joining. His hands slid over to cup her cute bottom, enjoying the feel of her sexy ass as she began to bounce on his shaft. They got a firm rhythm going, and Mick growled as he felt her cunt walls squeeze him like a true lover. Avril's face pressed into his shoulder, and she moaned with the force of each penetration. 

"Uh...uh...uh...uh. That's it, little cunt. You doing REAL good. Squeeze that love chute around my cock. Milk Daddy's balls." Mick couldn't believe the sweet perfection of the tight, warm heat now enveloping his cock. Feminine flesh was like heaven, and his eyes roved over the naked body of his captive as they fucked. What would they do with the sisters once they had tired of them? Sell them? Get rid of them permanently? Mick couldn't be sure, but it seemed like a waste to kill them. 

"Y-yes Master," Avril said with a sigh. Her pleading eyes said something different though. 

"When will you let us go?" Avril whispered, flinching as if she expected to be slapped. Mick pretended he hadn't heard.

"Kiss me, bitch. I want to taste your tongue." Avril tipped her face upward, her mouth submissively opening to offer itself to him. His tongue swirled in her mouth, savoring her taste even as her pussy pumped up and down his shaft. His shaft was now slimy with his pre-cum and the juices from her pussy. Whatever the girl might say, her arousal was prominent for all to hear. The squelchy sounds of Avril's young pussy slurping up Mick's penis soon filled the basement. 

The big man was strong enough to hold her weight while standing and still fucking her senseless. Now he slipped his hands underneath her hips, lifting her upward only to bring her slamming back down harder. The pronounced sounds of her cunt's impalements filled the room with a series of hard smacks. Avril moaned, her eyes glazed over with lust and yet clouded over with the torment of guilt.

"Yeah, bitch. This is how to fuck properly. Let's get big sis in on this action. I want to feel her tongue tickling my balls as I fuck you," Mick added. 

"Oh, that can be arranged brother," Vick replied. Soon he had Peyton kneeling behind the coupling female and her male captor. The dark blonde began lapping at Mick's testicles, her eyes inches from the sight of her little sister's pussy each time it sank down onto Mick's dark shaft. 

"You like the view, big sis? Seeing little sister's cunt take up every inch of that hard, black man-meat? I bet you're all jealous now, hmm?" Vick asked. 

When Peyton tried to shake her head 'No,' Vick grasped her by the neck. "Shut up and suck my brother's balls. I want people to be able to hear you slurping upstairs, understand?" He grabbed a shock-wand from the toolbox and came back, thrusting it between Peyton's ample breasts. With a sudden crackle the shock-wand's voltage slammed into Peyton's beautiful breasts. She groaned, spasms raking through her. Her sweaty body writhed as the second shock smote her lusciously curved cones. 

"Please, Master! Stop! I'm doing it! I'm sucking Master Mick's testicles!" she begged. 

"Not good enough, slut. I want to see some enthusiasm." Desperate, Peyton began to lick the base of Mick's cock. She even began grasping it firmly in her fingers, watching her little sister's pussy slide up to the tip of his cock, taking the opportunity to lick along Mick's shaft until her little sister's pussy came back down to engulf it. The squelchy sounds of Avril and Mick's fucking was soon made more complex by Peyton's tongue slurps, her jaw rippling as she took Mick's testicles between her lips, massaging and suckling them as hard as she knew how. 

Vick stood back enjoying the show as Traze, Jamal and a soaked and very naked Sandra came stumbling down the basement steps. Sandra was held between the two black males' iron grips. Naked and dripping wet, Sandra looked like the sexy cover of a sports magazine. 

"Well, well Mom. Look what you've been missing! It seems my brothers started the next phase of our little family party without you," Traze said. Sandra's mouth fell open, her expression tightening with agony as she watched her youngest daughter being brutally fucked, her hips snug against Mick's body while he fucked her standing up. Meanwhile her other daughter knelt behind them lapping at Mick's testicles, her slurping sounds filling the room and tearing at Sandra's soul.

"No! Stop this! Let my daughters go!" Sandra whimpered. But Vick already had a hand at the nape of her neck, thrusting her forward. 

"Shut up, bitch. Seeing you all naked and wet makes my cock hard again. Time for you to give me some relief as you watch your youngest daughter's fuck show." Vick threw Sandra face up at the edge of the couch, her pussy elevated by the armrest. Her legs were splayed out to either side as Vick lined up his rejuvenated cock with her sweet slit. He gently teased her by rubbing his cock-head up and down her opening. Then he plunged swiftly and deep. 

Sandra's cuffed hands were extended over her head. Traze held them there, and she saw his face looming over hers. He seemed to be watching for Sandra's every subtle change of expression as Vick began pumping his cock through her loins. "OOOhhhh YES, Mama. Your pussy was just made to squeeze cock, wasn't it?" Vick sang. He penetrated her with quick, brutal strokes even as she listened to the sounds of her daughter Avril moaning in the background.

"Aaahhh. Please, Master. You're going to make me...oh god, take it out! I don't want to come," Avril wailed. Avril knew that if she came, Mick probably would burst in her pussy soon after, and she didn't want that. Anything but that.

"Aaahhh. This little slut is starting to really enjoy me," Mick growled, his cock impaling the young blonde's pussy again and again and again. While still cupping her cute ass cheeks with one hand, he took his free hand and grasped the back of Avril's slender neck, thrusting her cute face into his for a savage kiss. Even as their tongues wrestled and played with one another, Mick could sense her building arousal. To Mick's delight the girl was kissing him back just as savagely, her mouth rippling in time to his. 

Then, like the sudden blast of a volcano, Avril's snatch writhed in the throes of orgasm, her feminine cream coating Mick's dark shaft. Mick growled with satisfaction, feeling the girl melt against him, her pebbled breasts rubbing against his chest as her moans turned to a heightened wail of ecstasy. 




House Arrest Ch. 05



"Uh...uh...your slut daughter just came on my hard cock, Mama. How do you like that?" Mick shouted. Then, with enough force that it was a wonder cum didn't come shooting out of Avril's cute nose and mouth, Mick emptied his testicles in the blonde girl. Avril moaned as she felt him fill her completely, a geyser of sticky cum warming her insides. 

"UHH...UHH...UHHHH Fuck!" was all Mick could half groan, half shout as his testicles tightened, their swimmers bursting forth into the girl's twat. 

"Lick up any cum that falls, big sis! Do it or I'll fuck your little sister in the ass!" Mick growled. Sure enough, as Mick's cock slipped free of the refuge that was Avril's cum-soaked pussy, oozing strands of seed came free of the girl's sex. Peyton hungrily caught the pearly strands on her tongue, swallowing them and licking her chops. 

"Good girl!" Mick said.

Traze had been watching the whole show. As much as fun as he and his brothers were having, though, he knew that they needed to leave soon. They couldn't stay here forever. It was time to load up the vans and go before a family friend of the Malones decided to stop by for a visit. It was time to disappear before Katalina's family might start to notice she was missing.

The leader of the four-man burglar team looked at Vick, who was still pumping away in Sandra's pussy. Now, with a mighty heave of effort, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up off the couch, impaling her cunt while standing up in a way similar to Mick's coupling with Avril moments ago. 

Sandra's moans filled the room as her hands lassoed Vick's neck. Her large breasts rubbed against his chest as he began to lift her hips and bounce her cunt on his rock-hard cock. 

Traze frowned at Vick. "Hurry up and come in the bitch. We need to get going. Mick, Jamal - wait for Vick and then get the sister cunts and Mom cleaned up and ready to travel. I'll get Dad and the Latina bitch ready to go. Then we'll load up the other van with anything valuable enough." 

Vick grunted between fucks, his muscles straining with the effort but able to take his female captive's weight. The brunette moaned as her pussy clenched around her captor's penis. Sandra's moans rose an octave as Vick slipped a wet finger around and plunged it into her puckered hole. "How's it feel to have a little preview of double penetration, eh Mama? Don't worry. On our little road trip I'm going to introduce your ass to entirely new sensations!" Vick said with sadistic glee. 

"Vick, c'mon! Let's go!" Traze said again. With a roar of satisfaction, Vick felt himself go, his cock's spasms joined by the feel of cum surging through his captive's cunt. Sandra moaned, feeling every bit of the hot, scalding fluid despoil her intimate sex. She was babbling for mercy now.

"Please...just take me!" she wailed. "Let my girls go!" 

Traze grinned darkly. "Sorry, Mama. No can do. We're taking the whole family on a road trip. One you'll never forget."

***

End of Chapter 5. To Be Continued...

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House Arrest Ch. 06



Jamal and Mick looked to Vick to take the lead while Traze went upstairs to prepare the dad and Katalina for the upcoming 'road trip.' 

"Wow. Look at these hot cunts. All gooey and nasty," Vick said. He had an arm around the mother, a gorgeous brunette with luscious breasts. His free hand slipped two fingers into the Sandra's sex, withdrawing a glistening glop of cum. 

"Yep, Mama. You definitely need another shower. And look at your two slut daughters. They just as bad." Mick had Avril in his grasp. The young blonde moaned as Mick did a copy of Vick's test, slipping his index finger and forefinger into her recently fucked pussy. Sure enough, both fingers came out dripping with cum. Next to Avril on the couch, Jamal had Peyton sitting on his lap. He nipped at her ears, trailing kisses down the back of her neck. The excess cum had already oozed free of Peyton's pussy, marring the couch cushion.

"Mmm. You taste good, slut. I'm glad we're taking you with us," he purred. 

"OK, enough kissy shit," Vick interrupted. "Let's get these girls into the shower and cleaned up. C'mon brothers!" 

Together the three abductors took their naked female captives to the upstairs shower. Luckily the coastal mansion had a large, open shower. This was a wealthy family, and like most such families, they valued opulence in their bathrooms. The shower walls were made of stone tiles with all kinds of hues and colors, and they formed a beautiful tapestry almost like the insides of a fancy castle. 

Vick hustled the girls into the shower, handing them soap and shampoo and some things to scrub with. 

"OK, ladies. Get yourselves cleaned up. You've got 10 minutes tops, and we'll be standing right outside that door."

Vick's vicious grin disappeared as he, Jamal and Mick closed the bathroom door behind them. 

The moment their tormentors were gone all three women seemed to let out a collective sigh.

"Mom, what are we doing to do?" Peyton asked. But almost at the same time Avril slapped Peyton hard across the face.

"You bitch! You helped them rape me! You ate out my pussy!" the younger sister hissed. Peyton put a hand to her stinging cheek, her hurt eyes vying with the blush creeping along her skin.

Sandra intervened, knowing that they had to stay calm and couldn't afford to start blaming each other. Not when their lives were at stake, and who knew what these sick monsters might do to them next?

"Girls, stop it!" Sandra hissed. "I'm going to find us a way out of here. Everything's going to be okay," she urged, not believing a word of it. "Avril, your sister isn't to blame. They made her do those things, and if she seemed to enjoy it, then it was for your safety. You saw what those animals were willing to do to you." At that comment Avril looked down at the tiny, clotted pricks on her nipples. Her jaw relaxed, her eyes downcast, and Sandra knew that Avril had taken her point to heart. 

"If your sister hadn't enthusiastically done what they asked, who's to say they wouldn't have hurt you worse? Even killed you? We need to do what these monsters say, girls. I know it's hard. I'm terrified too. But we need to stick together and keep a level head. Just do what they say, and keep your eyes open for an opportunity of escape. Okay?"

Sandra rested her hands on Avril's shoulders, then tilted up her youngest daughter's chin so that their eyes finally met. 

"Okay, Mom. I'll try." 

Peyton nodded too. "We'll try Mom. Oh god, I can't believe this is happening."

Sandra put her arms around her precious daughters, willing that touch to give them some sort of comfort, as awful as the situation was. "If we just keep our eyes open, stay alert, and stay alive, some opportunity will come along girls. We need to be ready when it does."

The door swung open suddenly and Jamal came crashing through. The naked black man had at least 60 pounds on Sandra, maybe more. He was a beast, and the muscles rippling along his torso proved it. 

"We didn't put you in the shower for girly-gossip time, bitches. Start CLEANING. Less talking," Jamal growled. 

"Yes Master! We will!" Sandra said. She looked suggestively at the big black man, then lathered up a sponge and began to wipe seductively at her breasts. She looked down at Jamal's cock, saluting her straight and firm, as her sponge went lower to dab at her pubic area. 

Jamal's gaze narrowed. "Are you taunting me, slut? You think that hot, glistening naked body of yours can taunt a brother and get away with it?" he growled. 

Sandra shook her head, her eyes all wide and innocent. "No Master..." and then her gaze drifted down to Jamal's swelling cock... "Your cock looks magnificent. I wouldn't mind getting fucked again," she said, her voice trailing into a soft purr. 

Jamal opened the shower door and he was up against her in a flash. He pushed Sandra against the wall, his mouth capturing hers. His hands gripped her firm ass cheeks, squeezing them as her pushed her up against the heat of his chest. The burglar's firm cock pressed against her abdomen as if threatening to rip her open. 

His mouth came away, and his eyes bored into hers. "Listen bitch. You and your daughters better get cleaned up in the next five minutes or I am going to whip both of your daughter's asses until they can't even sit. Do you hear me?" Sandra nodded, groaning as the man bit lightly on each of her nipples. 

"Good! Now get busy!" Jamal turned and left like a departing storm. 

***

It was with satisfaction that Traze found Katalina humping Mr. Malone's cock. The two had been tied and trussed up together, with the Latina girl impaled on Mike Malone's lap. After Traze snuck up to the attic, when he reached the landing he saw the bounce of Katalina's sexy ass and heard the movement of their joined bodies mingled with Mr. Malone's groans.

"Well, what have we hear?" Traze said. He waked over to the startled couple, and immediately Katalina went still on her fellow captive's lap. 

"I didn't know you two were going to get all horny and fuck-happy on me," Traze continued. But he guessed well enough what they were up to. "Tell me why you were fucking." When both remained silent, shame painting the girl's face, he retrieved a riding crop and came back. Now, as he smacked the crap against the sensitive pubic hair above Katalina's snatch, the girl finally broke down and admitted the truth.

"OWw! Please stop, Master. I'll tell you!" she whined. "I thought that if I could get him to come inside me, then I could disengage his penis from my pussy." Her head hung in shame as the admission came out of her cute lips. Traze reached down, idly fondling her right breast, enjoying the feel of the silky-smooth, bronze skin underneath his fingers. 

"I see...I didn't know you two were such good little fuck-pets. Such horny little slaves," he said, enjoying the humiliation etched onto the man's face as his youngest daughter's best friend sat with her pussy impaled on his lap. 

"Too bad you don't have time to consummate this little coupling. We're leaving. It's time for a road trip, and you two are coming with!" 

Both captives began begging. Katalina begged to be let go, and the father begged to be taken captive if only they would just release his family. Traze ignored them both. Instead he retrieved a rag, put just a little chloroform on it, and rendered both captives briefly unconscious. 

When he finished he settled them in the black van, then loaded up the valuables in the white van. Meanwhile Vick, Jamal, and Mick hustled the three naked girls into the black van and prepared to get them settled in. 

Avril and Peyton gaped at what their 'seats' in the van looked like. There were no proper chairs in the back of the van. Just two saddle-shaped humps with long, ribbed pink dildos poking straight up. Both girls watched, almost mesmerized and horrified simultaneously, as Vick lubed up the tips of each artificial cock with spearmint-scented oil. 

"You lucky sisters get to ride these cocks as we drive over EVERY bump and pothole. We call them Mr. Big and Mr. Huge. I know...not very original. But you have to admit, it's accurate," he said with a chuckle. "Now who wants to jump on first?" 

Peyton shook her head frantically, squirming in her captor's grasp as Mick secured her wrists to the dangling cuffs attached to the van's ceiling. Then he positioned her squirming, naked body over the saddle, his hands tightening around her waist as he forced her down.

"Please, don't do this! Let us sit in a normal seat!" Peyton cried. "That's too big for my pussy, and my pussy's so sore!" she wailed. But the big black man ignored her pleas, and soon he had the tip of the 10.5 inch cock-head positioned just underneath her exposed sex. 

"Take a deep breath and try to relax, slut. You'll only make it harder by fighting it," he whispered in her ear. At the same time he shoved her hips down, forcing her sex to engulf the giant ribbed dildo. As 'Mr. Big' slammed up her snatch, Peyton groaned at the fullness and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering rapidly to hold back tears. She was now fully straddling the saddle anchored to the van's floor, her wrists chained straight above her head even as Vick put bracelets around her ankles to keep those in place too. 

Turning to Mick, Vick gloated over his handiwork. "What do you think? This slut is ready to travel, isn't she?" 

Mick nodded, his eyes fiery with lust. "Oh yeah. Seeing her naked ass wiggle on that fat cock as she rides that saddle for HOURS...that's just going to make my cock want to snuggle inside her sweet cunt, man. At this rate I'm going to have to fuck her every time we pull over for a break."

But now Mick turned to Avril, whose face had paled while watching her sister's ordeal. Mick came up behind Avril, his hands gently cupping her creamy breasts. He teasingly chewed on her ear lobe, reveling in the feel of her shuddering nakedness in his grasp. He could feel Avril's heart pounding as his hand slid downward to softly stroke the smooth skin of her belly. 

"You see big sis all ready for the road trip? You ready to hop on a cunt-busting friend of your own, hmm? I think Mr. Huge is ready for you," Mick said seductively. Avril's eyes widened at the sight of the bulbous cock-head and the long, spiked pink shaft. 

"Please, not that Master!" Avril begged. "Maybe I could sit up front with you and kneel in front of you, sucking your cock," she offered. Avril couldn't believe she was willing to debase herself like that, but what Peyton had said was also true for Avril. Her pussy was sore, and the discomfort of such a large, ribbed shaft filling her sensitive cunt sounded like pure torture to the young blonde. 

Mick shook his head. "Sorry, bitch. Rules are rules. We like to keep our captives immobile and entertained on road trips." He tipped her head back, giving her a sloppy kiss before pushing her forward into Vick's arms. Vick pinned the struggling girl's arms until he could get the chain positioned, and soon he had the dangling cuffs snapping around Avril's wrists. Next he positioned the poor girl much like he had her older sister moments ago. 

The younger sister moaned as her opening brushed the tip of the giant dildo. She squirmed, managing to keep her soft opening from being impaled for just a few seconds longer. Then Vick slapped her in the face, temporarily stunning her long enough to push her pussy down onto the cock, impaling her thoroughly.

A harsh sigh escaped her lips as Avril gasped, feeling the cock filling up her snatch. "You bastard!" she cried, her body trembling as the enormous girth and length of the cruel, always-hard shaft invaded her. 

Sandra was clawing at Traze, screaming at them to let her daughters go. Finally they had to sedate her using another chloroform-rag. They tied her to one of the seats up front, her wrists cuffed to the armrests. She looked strangely beautiful, her naked body finally at peace, her breasts quietly moving with the pattern of her now calm breaths as her head lolled to the side, a ball-gag fastened in her mouth. 

Then the four captors focused their attention on Mike Malone and Katalina, who had both woken up. Mr. Malone was ghostly white, his eyes glazed over as if this was a nightmare he refused to believe in. 

They tied Mr. Malone in the seat beside his wife, cuffing his wrists to the armrests and then cuffing his ankles together for added security. Now there was just Katalina, her lithe Latina body enticing all four black men with its sexy curves. 

"What should we do with this one, hmm?" Traze asked his blood-sworn brothers. They all exchanged a thoughtful look.

Katalina had meanwhile kneeled and started begging. "Please let me go! I'll say nothing, I swear! I'll tell no one about what happened to the Malones. You can keep them. This family can be your sex slaves, whatever!" she rushed out desperately. "Just let me GO."

Traze stroked his chin, his eyes foretelling the smirk that now transformed his face. 

"Ohh, so you're one of those types, hmm? Unlike noble Mama and Daddy, willing to sacrifice for their daughters, you want to just throw everyone under the bus to save yourself. I see." Traze looked at his fellow burglars. "What do you think a bitch like this deserves, brothers?"

Vick grinned. "Oh, I have an idea or two."

Five minutes later they had forced Katalina to stand, her wrists chained to the ceiling with alligator clips clamped to her nipples and clitoris and a large anal plug stuffed into her puckered hole. It buzzed away with fervent intensity, motivating the strangled groans coming from her gagged mouth. The girl jerked and squirmed, helpless because her ankles were also shackled together. 

"See how comfortable that is for the journey, bitch. I think after a few hours you might learn your lesson. Next time don't try to sell out your friends, especially when you're trying to negotiate with a bunch of crazed rapists," Jamal said with a chuckle. Traze, Mick, and Vick joined in. 

Traze turned to Mick. "You drive the white van. Look after our loot," he said with a grin. With a disappointed sigh Mick nodded. 

"Man, why do I always have to look after the stuff while everyone else gets to ride and torment the hot cunts?" Mick said, not bothering to hide his annoyance. Traze put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

"That's how seniority works, brother. You'll just have to live with it." But he gave Mick a good-natured shove and a smile. They both knew that after one of the pull overs for a rest they would switch drivers. 

It was a long drive to Canada. What awaited them in a remote ranch offered a good deal of cold, hard cash. Their contacts had already responded to Traze's texts. They approved of the transaction, and not just for the inanimate merchandise...but for the human merchandise as well.

***

It had been six hours since they left. They had stopped only once, long enough to let the girls stretch and relieve themselves before hustling them back into the van. Now, as the pavement droned underneath the tires of the moving vehicle, Katalina's moans had intensified. The pain of the alligator clips had erased all sensation except for a numb tingling around her nipples and clit. She was shouting through her gag, begging for mercy as the van rumbled down the highway. 

Traze was in the driver's seat. He turned up the music to drown out Katalina's incoherent pleas.

Jamal turned to Vick. "Man, let's give the bitch a little break. I think she can earn it, you know? We don't want the girl's nipples to fall off."

Vick grudgingly shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, let the bitch down. We can have some fun with her anyway."

Katalina moaned the moment they tore the gag from her mouth. "Thank you Masters! Please, take me down. Take these clips off of me please!" 

Jamal smiled as he took the clips off, enjoying the girl's groans as blood rushed back into her nipples.

All four of the black men had put clothes on before leaving on this road trip, but now Jamal stripped out of his jeans and tee. His muscular abs and finely-sculpted chest were sexy as hell, and Katalina couldn't hide her instinctual arousal completely.

"I see it, bitch. You like what you see, don't you?" Jamal said huskily. "That's good, because you need to thank me for showing you some mercy." His cock sprang up, rigid and eager as he pushed Katalina against the side of the van. She gasped, but opened her thighs willingly. She couldn't move her cuffed hands, but she did clench them instinctively as he lifted her waist, positioning his manhood beneath her pussy. The butt plug was still whirring away in her ass, and the double penetration made her groan long and deeply as his cock swiftly plowed her wet slit. 

"UH! Uh...uuh...Mmm... That's it, little cunt. Open those thighs nice and wide while I fuck you," Jamal grunted. He had her nearly horizontal, her body stretched out as her cuffed hands strained against the hook mounted to the ceiling. Her hips wrapped around his ass, tightly pulling him in with each thrust. Her groans of discomfort from earlier were seemingly forgotten in a fog of pleasure. The young Latina moaned, her nipples hard as thumb tacks as he pounded her warm pussy. 

"Talk to me, slut. Tell me what a shameless whore you really are!" Jamal growled. 

"Thank you for showing me mercy master! This shameless whore is forever grateful!" Katalina sang. Her body was betraying her, her cunt juices beginning to gather, creating wet suction to join Jamal's body with hers. Meanwhile Avril and Peyton watched their coupling with sickening disgust and surprise. Avril couldn't believe that her best friend was willing to humiliate herself like this.

"Get some video of this, brother. Look at this bitch scream as I pound her pussy!" Jamal growled. Soon enough Vick had the camcorder on and recording. He zoomed in for a close up as Jamal's entire cock slid out of her slit, only to re-enter with a firm, pulverizing thrust, balls-deep and snug in Katalina's moist sheath. 

"OOOHHH Fuck!" Jamal sighed. "It's too bad we gonna sell this bitch to one of the Sheik's business contacts when we get her fine ass up to Canada. I'm going to really miss this!" 

Suddenly the atmosphere in the van became electrified, abruptly overshadowed with dread. Avril, Peyton and their parents, including the now-awake Sandra, heard those words with perfect and awful clarity.

Sandra tried to shout something through her gag. Mr. Malone dared to speak. 

"What are you going to do with us?" he asked. 

As Jamal kept thrusting his cock hard into Katalina's pussy, the young Latina went silent in shock. Only the wet slurps of her pussy accepting Jamal's cock indicated that she was still breathing.

"You hard of hearing, Dad? We gonna sell this cutie here, and all of you too!" Jamal said between thrusts, his pelvis flying forward to rejoin his body with Katalina's in a tight, smooth fuck. 

"Yep, Jamal's right," Traze said. The van went over a pothole, and both sisters groaned as the dildo-cocks filling their cunts ricocheted against their pussy walls. 

Traze looked into the rearview mirror with a sadistic smile. "Yeah...you see we aren't just ordinary burglars. We burgle valuables AND people. Sell them for the best price we can. The valuables, well, we have a decent fence down in Mexico who handles those. As for the PEOPLE merchandise, well, we have a contact in Saudi Arabia, and he knows a few sheiks who like to keep their hidden harems well stocked, if you understand my meaning. They can also usually use a few extra household slaves," Traze finished, with a knowing wink at the father. "Even a few male slaves for manual labor, and I think you'll make a perfect fit."

As the awful truth of those words sank in Mr. Malone wanted to reach out and take his wife's hand. Was there any way out of this nightmare? There had to be a way to save his wife and daughters from being sold into sexual slavery. Mike wasn't willing to just accept defeat. To surrender to these madmen. Slowly an idea formed in his head...freedom was possible, but just barely.




House Arrest Ch. 06



Vick couldn't stand watching Jamal's show with Katalina any longer He growled insistently as he presented his cock to Peyton's face. The girl's pleas were muffled by the sounds of his cock slipping between her lips. Soon he was seesawing his shaft back and forth while Peyton's gorgeous face rippled with exertion, gagging on the rigid male shaft. Peyton could smell nothing but his musk. The girl was all too aware of the shaft pumping back and forth, filling her mouth and throat until pre-cum dribbled down her chin as Vick pulled his cock free, smacking it against her cheek. 

"Yeah, bitch. I like the look of you now...my seed makes a good face cream, doesn't it?"

***

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to his companions, Mick placed a call on his cell as he drove the white van. His niece Keisha answered the phone. The 19-year-old's voice was saucy and annoyed when she picked up.

"What you want, Uncle?"

"I have a pleasant surprise for you," Mick replied. "You remember those two slut sisters you wanted to get even with?"

"You mean those skanky white bitches, Avril and Peyton Malone? Yeah," Keisha replied.

"Well, I have them. I got my crew to burgle their house AND we took them as a bonus. I thought you might want them as a gift."

There was a long pause on the phone, pregnant with shock and then eagerness. "You damn right, uncle. You're the best uncle a girl could ever hope for. I'm going to make those two blonde sluts my personal sex-slaves."

"Good. Well, make sure your dad knows that I expect big money payment for this. I also expect a bonus for betraying my own crew. Understood?"

Keisha's laughter drifted through the phone. "Yeah, don't worry Uncle Mick. Dad's team will be in place. You just text him the address and his crew will show up to take care of business."

Mick flipped off the phone, and a knowing smile spread across his rugged face. There was almost a spark of regret. He liked Traze and the others. Betraying them hadn't come easy. But this was a harsh business. Keisha's father, Mick's brother, was a crime boss with connections and hands dipped into everything. Mick had infiltrated Traze's crew knowing that sooner or later he would have to betray them anyway. He'd stuck around just long enough to see who Traze's contacts might be, to see if Traze was involved with any other underworld players which his crime boss brother needed to know about. 

Now it was over, and there was just one thing left to do. Take care of business.

***

End of Ch. 6. To Be Continued...

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House Arrest Ch. 07



Katalina's moans filled the van as Jamal's cock speared her aching cunt. The man's fucking seemed to know no limits. He had been going at her for what seemed an hour straight, and the van now proceeded to bump over another pothole. 

Peyton and Avril moaned as the dildos which had been rammed up their sore pussies moved with the impact as the van lurched. Their wrists were chained above their heads and bracelets held their ankles in place to ringlets in the floor. They could only wiggle on these two cruel, artificial cocks which always stayed hard. 

The dark blonde's face was streaked with Vick's cum. It glistened on the side of Peyton's cheek and a few glops had settled on her well-endowed breasts.

"Big sis looks so pretty, doesn't she?" Vick grinned. He was driving now, with Traze in the back with Jamal. Traze walked over beside Katalina, whose moans were occasionally broken up by a desperate plea.

"Please, Masters! Don't sell me. I'll be a good slave, I swear. Use me as long as you want and then let me go!" The gorgeous Latina's face was contorted with such desperation, and it made Traze's cock twitch with lust. He leaned over, whispering in the girl's ear as Jamal continued to fuck her.

"I wouldn't worry, slut. I think the Arabs are hard on their sex slaves. I'm not sure you have what it takes to last," he said with a hiss. He stood back as Jamal growled his release. The black man thrust himself balls-deep, his back arching as his eyes squeezed shut and his jism spurted toward Katalina's welcoming womb.

"AAAHHH. Mmmm...you all messy again, bitch. That didn't take long, did it?" Jamal said as he stepped back to admire his achievement. The sexy Latina sagged in her bonds, forced to stand as cum dripped down the insides of her thighs. She closed her eyes, her head hanging down with shame or surrender, Traze wasn't sure which. 

"Enough, let's make a short pit stop. Piss break and food break. Then we're back on the road," Traze ordered. 

Mike Malone's ears perked up. He stayed alert, wondering if his opportunity would soon come. He eyed the glove compartment where he knew one of the guns was being kept. Sandra Malone had closed her eyes beside her husband and tried to sleep. Anything was better than staying awake to listen to the horrible sounds of her daughters being tormented as the van slammed into one pothole after the next. 

Mike risked a glance at his wife, gauging to see if he could get her to help in whatever crazy scheme he might have to launch at a moment's notice. She didn't stir.

One by one each of the captives was taken out of their restraints and led outside the van to take care of nature and eat a snack. They had pulled off onto a country road and driven a good distance from the highway. The area was secluded - nothing but the waving grass of field after field and an endless stretch of pavement. Two of the men stood as lookouts while the other two helped the captives do their needed business. 

It took some time, but eventually everyone had been allowed the bare necessities and put back in their appointed places inside the van. Try as he had, Mike hadn't found a weakness to exploit. He had, however, noted that there was also a gun in the side pocket compartment of the driver's side door. If he could somehow reach in and grab that when their captors were otherwise distracted...

The possibility gave him hope.

The van rumbled back onto the road, but not until Mick and Jamal had switched places. As Vick put the black van on the road once again, Jamal followed in the white van at a distance. 

"A few more days straight of this driving, my brothers, and we will have quite the pay day," Traze said, slapping Mick on the back. 

Mick grunted, other things on his mind. He was already stripping, giving Avril a smoldering gaze as his eyes went up and down her leans hips and firm, well-rounded breasts. They weren't large breasts, but Mick wasn't all about size. Shape was more important to him, and the more he looked at her sexy melons and the cute nipples which taunted him like cherries on top of a sundae, the more he wanted to play with them.

He came over to Avril, whose fearful expression told it all. 'Oh god, what now?' she thought. She looked down at his prodigious cock. It was hard and ready for her...wanting her like nothing else. She tried to remember how long it had been since they'd kidnapped her. Avril tried to remember who had fucked her so far. All four of the brutal men seemed one and the same to her. A tear formed in her left eye as Mick gently swiped it away.

"SSHHH. No need for that. I'm going to give you a proposition, girl. You get to have a reprieve from the giant dildo if you let me fuck you nice and gentle with a real cock. Then I'll let you snuggle up with me in the back here, if you promise to behave, and your pussy can get a nice, long break. Now how's that sound?"

As awful as getting fucked again seemed to Avril, the idea of a respite from this constant, aching penetration was more than welcome. She nodded her head vigorously. "Yes Master. Please let me off of this thing." She turned crimson, wondering what her parents were thinking as Mick undid her ankle restraints, lifted her off of the dildo, and sat down on the floor of the van, his legs wide and his cock straight up like a godlike phallus. 

"Hop on, white bitch. Let's get your warm, wet pussy grinding on my cock." With a reluctant sigh Avril positioned her aching pussy over the man's bulbous cock-head, then sank down inch by inch until he filled her completely. She leaned forward, kissing him tenderly...sensing that this was what he wanted. The big, strong hands of her captor lightly trailed up her spine, surprisingly gentle as they cupped and massaged her slim shoulders. 

"Mmm," Mick groaned. His mouth widened, his tongue working deeper into the sexy girl's mouth. "You taste good, slut. Now THIS kind of cooperation I could get used to...Keep this up, maybe we don't sell you to the Arabs after all," he said. Traze's expression darkened at the idea of his fellow crew member making promises he couldn't keep, but Traze let it go.

Soon Avril's 19-year-old pussy was establishing a gentle rhythm, grinding on top of a cock which was feeling every exquisite inch of her sheath. The rugged black man was burly, his chest even more muscular than the others. He had one of those bodies that could almost have been plastered on a muscle fitness magazine, only his wasn't so grotesquely proportioned. Avril wondered how much the man could lift. Compared to him clearly her slender body was like a willow twig compared to the trunk of a Redwood tree. 

"Uh...Aaaahhh, that's it girl. Keep that pussy moving," Mick sighed. Avril threw her head back, letting a moan escape her lips as he leaned forward to nip playfully at her nipples. She was appalled at the way those nipples hardened at the man's affections. Mick reached a hand down, nimbly massaging her clitoris as she rode him.

"Uhhhh...Yes Master! Thank you Master!" Avri purred. She wasn't anywhere close to orgasm, but the sensation at least gave her the glimmer of pleasure. The fact that her savage captor was willing to pleasure her at all, and without any threats or strings attached, gave her at least some hope. Avril lifted her cute ass cheeks up, then slammed her cunt back down, her hips gyrating as she tried to take what pleasure she could from this. 

"See, Dad. Isn't this special?" Traze had forced Mike's head around, making him watch his daughter's forced coupling with Mick. Avril was ashamed at the building heat in her core the longer she fucked him. She was ashamed that his left hand gently cupping her back and his right hand furiously massaging her clit made her feel a slow-burning, primal surge of lust. 

'I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry you have to see this,' Avril thought. She was grateful that Mom seemed asleep, or at least mercifully pretended to be. 

The van went over a pothole the size of a crater, and Peyton groaned as the ribbed dildo in her pussy shifted inside her. Avril felt guilty for the rush of relief that swamped her, knowing that she'd dodged that bullet. Mick's rigid cock at least wasn't abrasive, and the warmth of his shaft was well-lubricated by the oil he'd spread up and down his manhood. 

"Hmm. You prefer my cock to the dildo, little slut?"

Avril sighed, nodding as she leaned over to kiss him again. Her wrists were still chained above her head, so she had to settle for doing what she could - moving her hips, impaling her pussy, and kissing her captor as seductively as she knew how. 

Finally he was nearing climax, and she could tell it by the heavy, rapid breathing coming from his muscular chest. 

"Oohh. Aaahhh. You getting there, girl. Keep going," he growled. Mick laid back, hands folded underneath his head as he looked up and let his naked female captive do all the exerting. Avril let out a moan of pleasure for Mick's benefit, then worked her twat back and forth until she was sure he had to be on the verge of coming. 

Suddenly Mick reached out, pinching her clit lightly, then rubbing at it with a tender fury unlike anything she'd felt before. Avril bit her lip, stifling the moan but not the orgasm. It slammed through her, flooding her unprepared body as she gushed hard on Mick's penis. The black man joined her in the throes of release, his pelvis flying upward. Her ass bounced several times until he finally pushed upward and kept his lap elevated, growling as his seed shot upward into her slickened sex. She was still shuddering on top of him, her pussy clenching around his softening manhood...until at last they came down from the mountaintop.

Disgusted with herself, Avril's fluttering eyes beat back tears as the man took her out of her restraints and allowed her to curl up next to him on the van's floor. Her head rested on his hip now, and she had a good view of his flaccid cock lying on the side of the hip closest to her. It was just inches from her face. She closed her eyes, willing for sleep to come even as Mick's hand softly caressed her long, golden hair. 

"That's fine, bitch. Take a cat nap while you can get it. We'll wake you at the next stop."

It showed how desperate she was that Avril took those words as comfort. She found it hard to fall asleep with the abductor stroking her hair, but eventually exhaustion trumped everything else. Sweet, dreamless sleep took her away from reality's nightmare. 

***

Days seemed to pass, but it was hard to differentiate between one and the next. The same routines blurred together. The sound of the pavement underneath the tires was a constant drone that put them to sleep, at least when the four black brothers weren't fucking them senseless or finding new ways to torment the Malone family and the unfortunate Latina. 

At last, though, as darkness smothered the sunset, the two vans rumbled over the dirt road which seemed to lead down to a sort of ranch-style house. In all directions there was nothing but wilderness, and the air had a cold bite that sank its teeth into Sandra and the girls as they were hustled naked and in cuffs out of the van. 

"Please, don't do this," Sandra whimpered. At the bottom of the road a man in a flawless suit and sunglasses motioned to someone at the front door of the house. In due time a red hummer drove around to the front, and when it stopped maybe twenty yards away from the vans, two white-clothed Arabs stepped into the fading light. 

One had a large suitcase, and he proceeded to open it, revealing limitless rows of cash.

"This is the agreed-upon price, if we are happy," he shouted. "This is 500,000 U.S."

Traze nodded. "As always, Aziz, it is a pleasure doing business with you. Keep them for the night, make sure they are to your satisfaction. Call us in the morning if you are still pleased and we will consider it a done deal."

"Ah yes," Aziz said, his wry smile breaking free. "You have a generous return policy. I almost forgot."

The one named Aziz turned to his companion, a dour-faced man whose face seemed incapable of emotion. "Well, Ahmed, are you not pleased?" 

The surly Arab grunted. "We shall see. Most of these western whores are difficult to train properly."

In what seemed like minutes the unfortunate family was brought inside the house. The sisters and Katalina were cleaned thoroughly in the shower before Sheik Aziz and Sheik Ahmed received them in the bed chamber. It was not like any bed chamber Sandra, Peyton, Avril, Katalina, or Mr. Malone had ever seen before. The ceiling was covered with gold-and-silver murals which glimmered in the room's chandeliered light. 

Both men stood at the end of a massive bed which made even queen-sized beds look small, their Arab bodies gleaming with oils. Aziz lovingly held a long two-pronged dildo in his hands.

"You two!" he said, pointing to Avril and then Katalina. "You will bend over and I will insert this double-cock's heads into your slave pussies. I expect you to grind and fuck yourself on them, understood?"

Avril and Katalina were speechless. The two girls were still completely naked, but for the first time in what seemed like forever they didn't have any restraints. Sensing that behaving well would prevent them from acquiring any, both girls rushed ahead and kneeled obediently. Katalina groaned as Aziz inserted the right cock-head into her snatch, pushing it firmly until her pussy engulfed it. Then he turned to complete his work, positioning the other cock-head between Avril's pouting cunt lips. When he gently but firmly thrust it into her intimate folds, Avril's groan was even deeper than Katalina's had been.

"Good. Now you start seesawing back and forth, my little sluts. Let's see if you can bring each other to orgasm. This is a test, sluts...and believe me, you do not want to fail it. Those who willingly bring others pleasure and receive it on my command - those are the harem slaves who prosper. The others...well, they are more fit for the prisoners in my dungeons who provide useful information to us, and their attentions are less, shall we say, refined than ours?" 

Those chilling words seemed to put the fear of something nasty in the young women. Katalina began to slam her buttocks backward, enveloping the cock with her pussy and groaning with each thrust. Avril met her thrust for thrust, her sex lips sliding around to cushion nearly the entire length of her side of the dildo. Soon both women were moaning, not from genuine pleasure, but knowing that to go along with the humiliation would be better than angering their new masters.

Meanwhile Aziz stalked over to Sandra and Peyton, who had been told to kneel beside each other. Sandra looked uncertainly at the tall, wiry Arab. He was not as muscular as their black captors had been, but there was still a taut strength to his limbs. Aziz's hands reached out, gently resting atop each slave's head. 

"You and your mother must prove how good you are at sucking cock. You may now begin."

At first the startled Sandra and her older daughter hardly knew what to do. They hadn't known what to expect from the cruel Arab, but it certainly hadn't been this. Slowly, cringing the entire time, Sandra took Aziz's manhood into her mouth, pumping her jaw back and forth on it. But her hesitation and slowness seemed to irritate the Arab. He pushed her onto her back with a growl.

"Is that the best you can do, western slut? Maybe your daughter can do better." He presented his cock before the startled girl's face, smacking the side of his shaft against her cheek. Obediently Peyton took him in, her left hand fondling his testicles even as her right hand grasped the base of his shaft, pumping in rhythm to her rippling mouth as she sucked him with gusto. 

"Aaahhh! Now THIS is a cock-loving slut," Aziz rumbled. Both of his hands fisted in the mop of Peyton's dark blonde tresses as she impaled her cute young mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she rammed her face onto his cock. Soon there were squelchy sounds of pre-cum joining the powerful sound of Peyton's mouth suctions as if she were going to swallow the man's whole cock. 

In the background Peyton was all too aware of her little sister and her little sister's best friend moaning as they slammed their pussies backward to encase a long, double-sided dildo. Peyton wasn't sure whether to be jealous of them or feel fortunate. It all depended on what this cruel Arab wanted her to do next.

Mike Malone had had to watch all of this when suddenly a shadow obscured his view. Of all the captives, only he had remained with restraints, his ankles shackled and his wrists cuffed behind his back. Two bodyguards had forced him to kneel and watch the show. Now he looked up to see the other Sheik, Sheik Ahmed, looking down on him with a musing stare. 

"You may be serviceable after all. My daughter needs a new...man-slave. Jameela, come here!"

The curtain at the other side of the bedroom swished apart to let in an alluring sight. A young woman with smooth, bronzed skin and small but firm breasts strode into the room like a princess whose family owned the world. Her hips swayed tauntingly and a panther tattoo leapt across the skin above her pubic hair. Everything about her screamed danger even though the sight of her body intoxicated the eyes. 

"Father, is this my present?" Jameela said, her jaded face looking him over with a critical eye. Her elegant fingers cupped his chin, moving Mike's face left and right, before her gaze traveled downward...taking in the length and girth of his now upright cock. 

"It is, my daughter. Are you pleased?"

With a soft, lilting laugh the Arab girl nodded. "He will do, I suppose." 

Mike felt his heart rate triple as two bodyguards manhandled him over to the bed. They stretched him out over the bed facedown. One bodyguard held his head down and the other bodyguard spread his ass cheeks. Mike thrashed frantically, but there was only so much a man cuffed and shackled could do. 

"Relax, man-whore. You will learn to enjoy this. Do not tense up. It will only make it worse," a seductive feminine voice advised him. He was all too aware of Jameela slowly applying a nectarine-scented oil to a small, triangular rubber device.

"Have you ever had a butt plug vibrating in your ass before, man-slave? It is a...unique experience," Jameela said. As those words left the woman's beautiful lips, she slowly nudged the point of the plug into Mike's anal opening. Mike tried to relax, knowing that it was no good to resist, but it was hard. His entire body was on high alert, fear making the adrenaline pour through his veins until every muscle wanted to stiffen or flail with the need to escape. With long, labored breaths Mike tried to relax. He tried to find some kind of center. He tried to blot out the horrible sounds of his older daughter slurping on the one Sheik's cock and his younger daughter shoving her hips back to impale her college-age cunt. 

'No!' Mike thought. This couldn't happen to him, not to his beloved family. His daughters should have boyfriends, not be helpless sex slaves degraded and abused! The anger in him surged, but suddenly it was stolen away as the butt plug began to whir inside his anus. A long, skillful tongue began to lap at the folds of his scrotum. 

"Mmm. I love your musky scent, man-slave. I could get used to suckling on these sweaty testicles," Jameela said with awful seduction. Mike groaned as the evil woman sucked his testicles long and hard. Her tongue seemed capable of inhuman acrobatics. As she took the folds of his testicles into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue, shivers of pleasure shot through Mike's loins, hardening his cock and infusing his heart with shame. Abruptly she managed to roll him onto his side with the bodyguards' help. Her mouth soon enveloped his ripening cock. The heat of her mouth drove him mad, and his hips trembled as she began to suck in earnest. 




House Arrest Ch. 07



"Hand me the cock-ring, Khalid." The bodyguard handed her a tight-fitting ring fitted with a metal circlet. Jameela slipped it over Mike's cock and then strapped it firmly in place. The circlet squeezed tightly at the base of his cock, but not too tightly to prevent some tortuous flow of blood to engorge his penis. 

Mike moaned as the Arab girl continued to suck his cock enthusiastically, her jaw rippling with effort as the ability to reach orgasm faded. The sensation of the cock-ring cutting off his blood flow was like an exquisite form of torture. His breaths grew shallow, his body heaving as she awakened senses inside him he'd hardly known existed. Some part, some very primal part of him, found this to be incredibly erotic. His groans tore through the room unexpectedly as Jameela bottomed out her lush lips at the base of his manhood, her nose tickling his pubic hair for several long moments as she vacuumed up his rigid shaft, gurgling with zeal.

Then she was pulling off of him, her mouth dripping with teasing strands of pre-cum. She wiped away the labor of lust, smearing Mike's own cum across his chest. 

"Mmm. My man-slave likes that, doesn't he? And how does the butt plug feel NOW, hmm?" To Mike's horror he had forgotten about the butt plug's discomfort. To the contrary, it whirred away almost pleasantly in his anus, adding new stimulation to awaken fires he wasn't sure he wanted stoked. Mike groaned anew as Jameela's graceful fingers gripped his shaft, pumping in slow, tantalizing strokes. 

"Oooh yes, my western slave. You are nothing but a cock I own now. You are making me so horny...Seeing you so aroused," she purred. Without warning she pushed him the rest of the way onto his back, her body straddling his. She sank her shaved pussy onto his penis with one swift plunge, growling like a feral lioness as he stretched her pussy. 

"OOOooohh! Yes, man-whore. Fuck my tight pussy, but don't you dare come. If you come, I will make you watch as I whip your daughters in their most sensitive places. Then I will make you lick out their pussies."

The disgusting thought had Mike wanting to vomit, but the feeling of his cock squeezed so hard between his new Mistress's cunt walls nearly drove him insane. She happily straddled and rode his cock, her breasts bouncing with the force of her impalements as her hands raked down the front of his chest, leaving scratches in their wake. It was appalling, this arousal coiling though his loins, infecting his brain, even as Mike's thoughts reached out to his wife and daughters, wondering what was happening to them.

"Aaahhh...Please. You can keep me...Just let my wife and daughters go free," Mike begged. His cock felt like it was being tortured in a thousand ways. The cock-ring kept him from being able to spew his seed, but it also made his cock painfully erect, unable to find relief. He remained hopelessly trapped in limbo between release and pent-up lust.

Jameela smiled sadly, her hands cupping Mike's cheek, stroking the side of his face as she fucked him. "Silly man-slave. You are no longer in a position to bargain. Your daughters are not my property. You are asking the wrong person for mercy. My father and his business partner have bought them, and it is they who will decide which one Father gets to keep and which one Sheik Aziz will take for himself."

As Jameela said these words her hand snuck down to her crotch, her fingers furiously rubbing at her now-throbbing clitoris while she rode Mike's manhood. Her nipples stood out like erect little mountaintops on the cones of her breasts. Her dark raiment of hair drifted left and right as her breasts shook and her body galloped on his helpless cock. "Man-slave, YES. Your hard cock feels so good inside me. Give me little thrusts. Move that ass, man-slave, so my tight pussy can feel you better inside me. MOVE," Jameela hissed. 

Mike obeyed only because he had no choice. He thrust his pelvis upward, which was just about all he could do with his wrists still cuffed behind him. The cuffs were digging into his wrists, and he was surprised there was still any blood flowing to them. He stifled a groan of agonized lust held hostage, the butt plug in his anus and the snatch hugging his cock combining in an erotic two-pronged dance. He wanted to come so badly. In fact, he'd never wanted to come so badly in his life. 

His head swung to the side, desperately searching for his daughters even as his heart sank with shame and guilt. Then he saw Peyton slurping on Sheik Aziz's cock. With a sudden gasp Peyton realized that he was about to explode. Aziz drew his cock back, pumping himself those final strokes to climax as a staccato burst of grunts also warned of his cock's impending release. Peyton drew back as Aziz ordered her to stick out her tongue. She dutifully did just that as the shower of cum sprayed her hair, face, and even breasts. Thick, congealing coats of seed covered most of her forehead, right cheek, chin, and the top of each breast. She knelt there, a feminine canvas painted with male cum, looking beautiful to Aziz and the very picture of horror to Mike.

"AAHH, yes. Look at this sexy young whore covered in proper royal cum!" Aziz growled. He turned to look at Avril and Katalina, who were still desperately impaling their now moist cunts on the two-sided dildo. What had begun as an exercise to appease their tormentors had now become something more. Aziz knelt beside Katalina, gently rubbing her clit with two fingers as he urged Peyton, "Get over here dark blonde slave! I want this Mexican slave cleaning off your cum-sticky breasts." Peyton scooted over to join the fray, thrusting her luscious tits outward so that Katalina had easy access to suckle and lick. 

Soon the busty Latina was lapping up the cum on Peyton's cheek, chin, and breasts even as her moans resounded throughout the bedchamber, her pussy firmly plunging backward to encase every inch of the dildo-cock. Katalina was nearing an orgasm, and the points of her nipples were hardened little spears as she groaned more deeply.

"Yes, whore! Yes you Latina fuck-slave. Come for your Sheik. Come for me!" Aziz urged. He rubbed her clit more furiously while maintaining a careful precision, putting pressure in all the right amounts and places until she had no choice but to surrender. Suddenly a long, throaty squeal echoed in the room as Katalina coated the dildo with her pussy juice. Her snatch clenched and un-clenched on the terribly thick dildo until the dazed girl was simply lapping at Peyton's tits, each breast now glistening with Katalina's saliva.

Mike closed his eyes. He'd seen enough. He'd seen degradation on a level he would never have imagined just a few days ago. It was a sick world, and he was a sick man for finding this arousal coiling though his being despite his will. He felt helpless, as helpless as any man could ever feel...like an addict bound on a one-way trip to hell. Yet he couldn't deny his body. He couldn't deny the pleasure that filled his being like the most enticing aura. His cock felt the squeeze of Jameela's cunt holding him lovingly in her velvet sheath. 

He looked up at her perfect, alabaster breasts and felt the urge to cup them and fondle them. Jameela's wail joined the sounds of sex in the room as her body writhed on top of him. "OOOoooOOOOHH YES! I'm COOOMING!" she cried. Her head snapped down as she continued to squeal. Her body shuddered and at last, with slowly weakening tremors, her smooth belly became still and she sat, still panting, with his cock enclosed in her heat.

"Bless me, but that was memorable," she said with a grin. "Man-slave, I think you will be a good addition to my male harem. Mmmm. Yes, you ARE a keeper I think." Mike shuddered, his cock still so aroused. He could hardly think straight, too, with that distracting vibrating plug creating strangely pleasant sensations in his ass. 

Jameela leaned over him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Now, my man-slave...I am sure you are sorely in need of relief. But first you have to earn it." She glanced over at Avril. The young blonde was still impaling her pussy on the dildo connected to Katalina's sex, but still she had not yet reached orgasm. Try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to the pinnacle. Not on her own.

"Father," Jameela asked. "Can we have my man-slave help his daughter reach orgasm?" 

Sheik Ahmed and Sheik Aziz looked over to Jameela, a wicked light entering both sets of eyes. 

"Your daughter has a perverse mind, my friend," said Sheikh Aziz. "But you know, that gives me an idea..."

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END OF CH. 7 

To be continued in Ch. 8...Which will tell how the Malone family finds a way to escape.

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House Arrest Ch. 08



"No! You sick bastards! Don't!" Sandra tried to scream as the two bodyguards held her between them like a helpless doll. 

Sheikh Aziz turned toward her, his expression dark. "Khalid, Omar, you may strip naked and take that useless western cow to the training room after she watches what comes next. I don't want her to miss this next part."

All eyes turned to Sheikh Ahmed, who had a whip in one hand and a pistol in the other. He gestured with the gun and looked at Mike Malone, the man whose family was now being held captive by two sadistic Sheikhs. Not far away two beautiful young women rammed their pussies backward again and again on a double-sided dildo. On the left was Katalina, a Latina beauty who had just reached orgasm by impaling her young pussy on her end of the double dildo. The young blonde on the right was Avril, Mike's youngest daughter. She was groaning as the dildo filled her snatch, her body writhing with sensations even though she couldn't fully satisfy the arousal boiling in her veins. 

Jameela helpfully took Mike by the shoulders and dragged him until his head was underneath his daughter's kneeling form. He had a bird's eye view now, looking up at his daughter's pussy as it enveloped the long, thick phallus in a series of backward thrusts. Mike sputtered and tried to shout as Jameela strapped the base of a vibrating cock into his mouth. The cock was strapped around his jaw, and the silver chrome phallus hummed with a battery-powered whirr. 

The Arab Mistress growled at him. "Now, man-slave, it's time to help your daughter find release! You will brush that vibrator against her clit as she rams her pussy back to fuck that dildo. Do it or I will hurt her!" With a wicked grin Jameela took the whip from Sheikh Ahmed's hands. She slapped the three-tongued whip against Avril's smooth ass cheeks, making the girl writhe in pain and groan as she fucked herself. 

"Please, Dad! Do what they want!" Avril squealed. She couldn't believe those awful words were coming from her mouth, but she also didn't want to feel the lash on her smooth skin, brutalizing her tender flesh. With a sigh Avril felt her body melt as Mike grazed the tip of the vibrator across her moving sex. When the tip snagged her clitoris on the next pass, a delicious shiver of pleasure tore through her loins. She was dripping wet now, and her body hummed with a desire that said only one thing - FUCK ME.

Mike was disgusted with himself, but the raw sound of the whip tearing into the flesh of Avril's ass was too fresh in his mind to ignore. He tried to blot out anything except what was necessary for survival. He tried to mindlessly devote himself to the appalling task, brushing the tip of the vibrator strapped to his mouth across his daughter's intimate sex with careful strokes. Her moans seemed to gather in strength, rewarding his efforts. He watched her sex envelope the dildo, the shaft bulging inside her for moments as it vanished in her warmth.

'I'm so sorry, Avril...I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you,' was all he could think as he watched his daughter's naked body fuck the dildo like an animal.

That's when it hit Mike...the sudden sensation of an unexpected pussy gripping his own shaft. His cock twitched and throbbed with sudden fervency. His eyes swept down, barely making out a bobbing, well-sculpted Arab ass. Jameela had straddled him, only now she was facing away from him, teasingly plunging her cunt down to grip his shaft only to lift her sex upward before sinking onto his hardness again, and with demonic efficiency.

"I love your cock, man-slave. It's my toy and I love riding it. Consider this a little reward for being so well-behaved. At least I will fuck you while you help your daughter find release," Jameela purred. 

'The woman is crazy,' Mike thought. Sadistic too. If they didn't get out of here soon, there was no telling what would happen to them. 

Mike couldn't take much more of this. His mind was a mess of thwarted lust and shame. He watched, horrified, as Avril's pussy clenched tightly around the dildo. The tip of his face-strapped vibrator stroked firmly along her hardened joy nub. Her accompanying moan signaled a powerful orgasm, her juices spurting to coat every inch of the artificial cock. Streams of the girl's cream dribbled down the vibrator strapped to his face. He looked sideways and saw Avril's hands clenching on the carpet. He had helped his daughter come. What was wrong with him?

"That's GOOD, man-slave. Now you get the ultimate reward. I may actually let you come too," Jameela soothed. The slender and gorgeous Arab girl lifted her snatch off Mike's cock just long enough to undo the cock-ring and slip it free of his manhood. Then she promptly slammed back onto him, wailing with lust as her pussy hugged every span of his shaft. She began pumping her pussy up and down, her moans creating a lustful cadence that drummed the air like a song. 

Mike's feet clenched, his cuffed hands balled up into fists, and he groaned at the exquisite feeling of Jameela's cunt massaging his cock towards an irresistible bursting. He was ashamed at how arousing this was, having this young Arab woman control him so completely. He imagined poor Sandra, his wife, naked and in the grip of the bodyguards who were now forcing her to watch. 

The husband sighed, miserable and dazed with pleasure all at the same time. 

Sandra had gone from spectator to...tormented spectator. Khalid and Omar had held the brunette long enough to watch her daughter come on the vibrator strapped to her husband's face. Now, though, they seemed too impatient to even follow their master's orders. Instead of taking her to the 'training room,' wherever it might be, Khalid and Omar stripped out of their clothes right there, their muscular bodies and raging hard-ons greeting Sandra like long-lost friends.

Khalid held her wrists, pulling her torso forward so that she stuck her ass outward for perfect access. Omar spread her ass cheeks from behind, spitting into her sex a few times for the sake of lubrication and then rubbing his fingers between her pussy lips. Sandra groaned as he invaded her intimate place with his rough, calloused hands.

"Please, stop..." she groaned, even though she was far beyond having hope that they might listen. She tensed up as Omar's cock-head began to push, the huge member slowly forcing its way deep inside her wet, warm cunt. She felt all resistance ebb as the cock began to pulverize her brutally from behind even as Khalid pinched her nipples and ordered her to fuck the cock that was raping her.

"Come on, you dumb western cow. Let me see you throw those hips back! Give Omar a good fucking. We know you western bitches are all horny sluts. Do it." She obeyed, too weak, helpless, and defeated to resist. Her hands pressed into Khalid's chest for leverage as she drove her hips back, helping Omar thoroughly fuck her tight pussy.

"I-I'm doing it. I'm fucking your friend's cock. Please tell him to go slower!" Sandra cried.

In the background she heard Mike groan, a sound filled with the anguish of shame but also tainted by pleasure. 

Mike couldn't hold back, though he tried his hardest. The husband and father felt shame intensify like a leaden weight around his neck as his cock twitched inside his captor's pussy. Jameela cooed. "OOoohhh Mmmm...my man-slave comes for her Mistress. Good boy!" she moaned. Her right hand instinctively reached up to grab and squeeze her own breast as she felt his hot cum surge up her twat. The sexy Arab girl squealed as another orgasm tore through her pussy, her juices joining Mike's seed in a rush of pungent nectar. As she rose up off of Mike's cock on unsteady legs a thick river of sexual fluids flowed onto his cock and pubic thatch, coating them in a sticky muck.

"Aaahh. Fuck. You are so very disgusting, my horny, handsome man-whore," Jameela said with a sigh. She walked over to his feet, yanking his body downward so that his head was no longer underneath his daughter's kneeling nakedness. She undid the chrome dildo and ripped it off of Mike's face, tossing it away. Then she covered his body with hers, her supple tits crushed warmly against his chest as she kissed him with passion. Her tongue brushed erotically inside his mouth, and in response his spent cock twitched with signs of life.

"UNNhhhhgghh," was all Mike could manage as Jameela's tongue plundered his mouth, taking what it would. 

But just when he thought he had failed his family and that there was no way out of this nightmare, a miracle happened. Khalid and Omar fell lifeless as bullets ripped through their torsos. Sandra screamed and dove to the floor. Mike didn't know who was shooting, but as the Sheikhs found cover and managed to get to their weapons, a deadly crossfire filled the room. 

Mike realized that Jameela had scrambled for safety too. Suddenly he was running, hobbling forward with shackled ankles, and luckily the women captives were all free of restraints and instinctively moving for the same refuge. Sandra gripped his left arm and Peyton had his other arm, practically lifting him between them as they hustled him forward faster than his shackled ankles could've normally allowed. 

They were ducking through the bathroom doorway as bullets ricocheted through the bedroom and out into the hallway beyond. Mike didn't know who was shooting whom, but one thing seemed certain - these Arab Sheikhs had an enemy or two. Mike and the other captives were now in the master bathroom which adjoined the bedroom. With relief he saw his two daughters, Katalina, and Sandra all accounted for and mostly unscathed, at least outwardly.

"Open the window!" Sandra shouted. Peyton and Avril were trying to yank the thing open, and the plan seemed simple. Get through that window, climb down the sloping roof and use the drainage pipe from the gutters to get to ground level. Then run like a herd of antelope. That sounded good to Mike. It was better than staying up in the bathroom, hemmed in and waiting to find out which group of gun-wielding bad guys would come out on top. 

It took forever and a day, it seemed, for Mike, his wife, and the other girls to all navigate the roof and make it to ground level. Mike had the trickiest time of it because of the wrists cuffed behind his back and the ankle shackles, but with Sandra's help and the girls taking hold of his feet from below, he was able to get from the roof to the ground level. Then they were off - five naked captives fleeing through the wilderness at night.

Mike had to wonder - where could they go? They could make a run for one of the vehicles out front, but it sounded like more shooting was coming from that direction. So instead they ran further and further from the house, further from the lights and gunshots. Deeper into the moon-swept night they ran, Mike's daughters on either side keeping him from stumbling. The love they had for him comforted him even as terror and shame shredded his insides. He was useless to them now, just a dead weight cuffed and shackled. 

What could he do? He had to think of something before one or more of those twisted people came after them. Before it was too late. 

To Be Continued...

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END of Ch. 8

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House Arrest Ch. 09



Hi all,

Normally I don't put an intro, but I wanted to say that I heard reader feedback unsatisfied with the original ending of House Arrest, so I have changed the last part noticeably. I hope you like the new version better. I value what people tell me, so this is for you. Thanks.

~Gaggedkitty 

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Mike and Sandra Malone, their two gorgeous daughters, and their youngest daughter's best friend all huddled together in the shelter of the trees. The ridge ahead made progress ahead difficult, especially since they were all naked and Mike was still restrained by cuffs and shackles. Sandra was nearly hysterical, her chest heaving and sweat slick across her breasts. 

"Sandra, I need you to calm down! Focus!" Mike urged. They could still hear gunshots in the distance, but they were becoming more sporadic. Whoever was firing at whom, a clear winner was definitely emerging. They didn't have much time - not that they'd had much time before. 

"Take the girls and go. I mean it, Sandra."

When Sandra hesitated Mike looked at his beautiful wife with imploring eyes, fervently wishing he could put a hand against her cheek to give her comfort. Yet his hands were still cuffed behind his back and shackles chained his ankles so that he could hobble but not truly walk or run. "Look at me, Sandra. I'll just slow you down. Keep the girls SAFE. Do you hear me? That's what matters. That's all that matters."

The determination in Mike's eyes helped steady her, and Sandra finally nodded, biting her lip as her eyes scalded with suppressed tears. 

She leaned forward, kissing him voraciously, as if it would be the last time they'd see each other. "Take care of yourself," she whispered. Then, after giving Avril and Peyton a chance to hug their father goodbye, Sandra led both tearful daughters and Katalina deeper into the relative safety of the woods. The unknown dangers of the wilderness were a lesser evil, as far as Mike was concerned. His family could at least find the winding road that paralleled the woods and follow it to a more substantial highway, then maybe get help. Hope flared in his chest for the first time, and it gave him the courage to do something reckless.

If he gave himself up, would he be able to distract the tormentors and help his family escape? That was his vague purpose as he lurched back towards the house. Slowly, stumbling with his hands still frustratingly useless, Mike emerged from the tangle of woods and brush. Maybe if the Sheikhs and their enemies had by some miracle shot each other to death, he could find the keys to his cuffs and shackles. It didn't hurt to hope, did it? 

What he found instead was at first chilling and then...appallingly erotic, at least to the baser instincts inside of him.

The house seemed deathly quiet, at first. He saw two large vans spray-painted with camo-colors, all browns, greens, and dark beige hues. The vans hadn't been there when they'd fled the house. He'd have heard them. The front door to the ranch-style house was wide open. He hobbled through, shocked at what he saw. Several men had been gunned down - by the looks of them all members of the Sheikh's team of bodyguards. Mike began to have hope that somehow, some way, perhaps the criminals had all murdered each other. 

But his hopes sank when he reached the top of the landing and slowly crept around the corner. He was staring into a bedroom, and the sight made his blood initially run cold. It was the bedroom where he and his family had all been tormented. The murals in gold and silver wove one intricate scene after the next along the ceiling, and the chandeliers threw sparkles of light like diamonds throughout the bed chamber.

He saw Jameela, the young Arab mistress who had tormented him and forced him to pleasure his poor daughter Avril with the tip of the vibrator strapped to his mouth. Mike's loathing toward her vied with undeniable sexual attraction. 

There were two young black men in the room with her, and a third dark-skinned man who Mike recognized. Mike couldn't remember Mick's name, but he recognized the man's merciless face easily enough.

Mick sighed, a riding crop twirling between his fingers as his two young protégés held their prisoner between them sitting on the plush comforter of the bed. Jameela's nakedness was a lush, sensual feast to the eyes. Her breasts were supple, ample, and complemented by a smooth, sexy belly above lean but still noticeably curved hips. The Arab girl's smoldering, rich brown eyes were filled with defiance as she glared at Mick.

"I will tell you nothing, impudent scum!" she said.

Mick growled, "Yes you will, little cunt. Just because your Sheikh daddy and his partner made it to the safe room in the nick of time doesn't mean I'm giving up. You're going to tell me the code to the security system to open that door - and you're going to do it soon. My patience is almost raw." Mick smacked the riding crop against Jameela's exposed pussy lips, ripping a low whimper from her throat as his free hand roughly tweaked her nipples and then cupped one of her breasts.

"Talk, slut. Tell me the code," Mick warned. 

Mike couldn't believe he was watching this. It was as if his feet were somehow rooted into the floor. He knew he should run, but something inexplicable held him fast. Just then a young, lithe black woman sauntered into view. 

Mike had never seen a girl so beautiful in his life - at least not of the dark-skinned variety. The girl was completely naked except for the swooping phoenix tattoo that wrapped around her left leg. The chocolate hue of her smooth skin and her shapely ass made Mike's dick firm up. The husband and father's cheeks colored with shame.

'What's wrong with me?' he wondered, even as he stood still and did nothing. He watched, tantalized as the black girl made a disappointed clucking sound and seemed to be looking the Arab girl up and down, sizing her up like a piece of meat.

"Uncle Mick...you gotta be more diplomatic," Keisha purred. "Sometimes the carrot works a lot better than the stick. Doesn't it, sweetie?" As the black hottie said these words she knelt between Jameela's legs, her fingers finding and gently stroking the captive woman's sensitive clit. Jameela's sharp intake of breath practically echoed in the bed chamber as Keisha began stroking the girl's clitoris with a firm, even rhythm. 

"Do you like this, slut? Hmm? Is this better than having your pink pussy lips slapped by Uncle Mick's mean, nasty riding crop?" As Keisha continued to purr with more such seductive questions, she leaned in toward the captive, fingering Jameela more intimately. Her beautifully-chiseled nose and face dipped towards Jameela's left breast, suckling on it ever so delicately. Soon Jameela's moan was amplified by the gentle squelchy sounds of gathering liquid, Keisha's fingers thrusting like tiny cocks into Jameela's now moist pussy. 

Keisha languidly moved her mouth to Jameela's other tit, giving it the same treatment, flicking her tongue against the nipple before capturing it in her mouth. Between sucks the young black dominatrix sighed, "MMmm...you taste good, you little Arab whore. I was looking forward to taking the two blonde bitches as my personal slaves, but you might be a good consolation prize if Uncle Mick's boys aren't able to track them down in the woods." 

That last statement flash froze Mike's blood. 'Sandra, run like you've never run before. Get our girls free!' Mike thought. He began to wrack his brain for a diversion he could provide, anything that might attract the men who were out there looking for his family to come back to the house. 

Mike's eyes had clouded over for just a split second while lost in thought, but that seemed all it took to be caught unawares. Suddenly he realized that the exquisitely gorgeous and naked black girl had strayed from giving Jameela her attentions. She'd sensed his presence, stepping to the door with a gun now pointed in his face. Her keen eyes narrowed slyly at him. 

"What's the matter, Mr. Malone? You enjoying our little show just a bit too much, yeah? Why don't you step in and JOIN the party," Keisha said, her eyes as hungry as a tigress after a famine. 

Suddenly Mike found himself being yanked into the bedroom and pushed onto his back on the bed. Without further preamble the black dominatrix straddled him, the pistol still clutched in one fist as she stroked his cock with her free hand, admiring the tall, hardened girth of his penis which responded instinctually to the sight of her feminine beauty. 

"Oh my, you old, dirty white man. You're old enough to be my father, ya know? I'm the age of your youngest daughter, you sick bastard." She pushed the gun into his temple and slowly positioned her labia around the bulbous head of his penis, then gently sheathed his cock with a long, glorious plunge until her pussy had engulfed every inch of his cock. 

This had gone from a surreal experience to something truly bizarre. The feel of Keisha's damp heat enclosing him was like a heavenly fist bombarding him with delicious sensation. Yet at the same time the husband and father was all too aware of the gun pressed into his forehead, and of the uncertain fate of his family. He groaned - a hopeless mix of agony and pleasure - and his whole body tensed as Keisha quickly established a rhythm, sliding her young pussy up and down his cock, making the bed shake with the force of her none-too-gentle fucks.

"You gonna tell me where your family's hiding, Mr. Malone? I suggest talking. Or do you think a bullet to the head's going to make you any smarter?" she said viciously, her pussy slamming down to grip his cock once more. He groaned, the cuffs digging into his wrists even as his engorged cock strained with need and gathering desire. 

"Please, this is sick. I...they're gone. They fled. I don't know where they are, even if I was willing to tell you," he sputtered.

Keisha put the gun reluctantly aside, her hands seductively stroking Mike's chest as she continued to slurp his cock up between her pussy lips. "Is that so, old man? Hmm. What do you think, Uncle Mick? Is Mr. Malone telling the truth?" 

Mick walked around to the side, giving Mike a cold, hard stare as his niece continued to rape the stricken man. Mick rubbed his chin thoughtfully, took his riding crop and slammed it hard across Mike's chest. Mike writhed and groaned, but the pleasure of Keisha's pussy still more than made up for the lingering sting from the painful swat. Keisha continued to grind on top of him, her body melding perfectly to his as his cock became her plaything to ride as she saw fit. 

The chocolate-toned sex-goddess leaned back, fondling Mike's testicles with one hand even as she continued to control the rhythm of their coupling. "You better talk soon, Mr. Malone. I don't think Uncle Mick's the gentle or understanding type. He promised me Avril and Peyton as my early birthday presents. Good blonde sex slaves are so hard to find after all, and I went to school with your daughters. I still owe them for what they did to me." 

Mike's brain tried to process what Keisha had just said. The twisted dominatrix girl who was riding his cock like she owned it somehow knew his daughters? From school? He tried to think. Did the name Keisha ring any bells? Had Avril or Peyton ever had friends over who'd mentioned that name? Talked of mean girls giving them a tough time in class? 

He couldn't think straight though, not in the midst of this appalling ordeal, and especially not with Keisha's breasts jiggling up and down, her pussy slurping up his cock like it was the best vibrator ever invented as she moaned, fondling herself.

"OOoohhh, DAMN, old man. Your cock's still nice and hard for me," Keisha crooned, her hands raking across his chest before she cupped her own breasts. "Let this little mama get a good, long ride out of that hard fuck-stick of yours. Mmmm. If you don't start talking, it'll be the last pussy your cock ever tastes."

Mike squeezed his eyes shut, wishing that this nightmare could somehow end even as he knew it was all too real. But he clung to this one hope. His wife and daughters weren't here trapped in this madness with him. They might get free yet. They might be lucky and find someone willing to actually help. 

Even as Mike tried to focus on these tenuous threads of promise he felt Keisha lean over him, her breath soft and hot against his face. "Open your eyes, old man. I want to see your eyes when I make you come." Mike's eyes flashed open as Keisha's pert buttocks began to bounce up and down with wild abandon, impaling her cunt hard as gravity would allow on his throbbing cock. Mike's groans and grunts deepened, matching the rhythmic grunts of the female fucking herself with his cock being used so degradingly, almost like a rubberized phallus on a pedestal, with no care whatsoever for his feelings or the violation of his most intimate sexual part.

He looked up into Keisha's eyes and saw nothing but lust, cruelty, and the drive to dominate. The ferocity of sex as total control morphed the black girl's beautiful face into a feral yet still hauntingly gorgeous canvas of ecstasy. The black girl moaned and shouted, "Come in me, you worthless old slave! Spew that old-man cum in my little, tight cunt. I want to feel you warm up my insides. Do it now!" she growled. Taking the riding crop from her Uncle's hand, Keisha slammed it across his shoulder, the rhythm of each SMACK matching each lunge of her pussy enfolding his cock. Finally he lost it, couldn't hold on, not even if the entire universe had begged him to.

Mike groaned in surrender, his cock twitching its throes of surrender, emptying his seed into the young dominatrix's twat. 

"AAAHHHH...MMm...you sick old fuck," Keisha growled, her pussy slowly lifting off of Mike's wilting member as strings of spent cum oozed from her now-tainted sex. 

"Did I tell you that you could get me all messy?"

"Please! I did what you asked!" he cried. "I came in your pussy!" 

"That doesn't mean you can get me all messy with no punishment, dumbass slave," Keisha hissed. Her eyes danced with mirth though, telling Mike that no matter what he did, she'd find an excuse to punish him for it. It was all part of the twisted dominatrix's game. A game he couldn't win.

Mike groaned as a vibrator was thrust into his mouth, then roughly strapped tightly to his jaw. He saw Keisha look back over to Jameela and say tauntingly, "I hope you don't mind if we borrow one of your toys, Arab slut. Mr. Malone needs to learn a valuable lesson." Mike tried to cry out for mercy through the base of the vibrating cock which was stuffed much like a gag into his mouth. Instead he watched with horror as Keisha lowered her cum-seeping pussy on top of the dildo, slamming her cunt up and down the buzzing shaft with coos of delight. Even as she mounted the poor man's face, he could see the strands of his own cum slip in gooey tendrils down the sides of the chrome shaft until he almost tasted his own seed. 

Mike was too absorbed in his own personal nightmare to notice Jameela's predicament. Watching his niece fuck the captured father nearly senseless and then stuff his face with pussy had made Mick's cock take on a life of its own. He turned to Malik and Rafiq, the two young black men, and said in a hard tone, "Lay that Arab slut on the bed next to my niece, and tie her wrists tight to the headboard. There's going to be some screaming."

"Please, what are you doing?" Jameela gasped. "You don't need to do this. I'll fuck you so good, if you just leave my father in peace. My father is a great Sheikh, very rich. He will give you money if you just fuck me hard and then let me go," Jameela begged.

"Does it look like I need more money?" Mick sneered. He slapped the girl across the face - just hard enough to sting the cheek but not hard enough to do any actual damage. Selling a fine pussy like this Arab filly meant that she was priceless merchandise - to be trained, and not harmed. He spread her golden-tinted, sexy Arab thighs and looked with reverence at her exposed snatch. Her delicate labia seemed to scream for his cock to plunge between them, silently begging to be thoroughly fucked. 

"Any last requests?" he said, with a chuckle. Even as he said those words, though, the stocky black man was putting on a thin condom covered with sharp, rubbery spikes. This was a special condom he'd made just for these occasions - a condom designed to provide tormenting levels of stimulation to the female partner. 

Jameela's eyes went wide as she realized what was in store. Malik and Rafiq had just finished tying her hands to the headboard, and now they stood back to watch their boss consummate his threat. 

"Last chance, bitch. What is the code to Daddy's safe room?" When Jameela shook her head defiantly, spitting in Mick's face, the unruffled black man replied with a cold grin and lined up his throbbing manhood between her legs. 

"If that's the way you want it, bitch. I'm going to make sure you feel me. Every last INCH," he growled, thrusting his hips forward as his cock lanced deep into her snatch. Jameela's back arched, a cry of shock erupting from her pretty mouth as she felt the overwhelming sensation of that spike-covered cock ramming into her already well-fucked pussy. For this was a different kind of beast than her earlier coupling with Mike, where Jameela had been the one in control.

Now the Arab mistress was helpless, her slender body writhing underneath a black man at least twice her weight. His body pressed her into the bed, crushing her as she fought for breath and felt her breasts squeezed underneath Mick's seesawing chest. His pelvis rocketed forward again and again and again, dominating her without mercy, violating her pussy with rough, brutal penetrations that left her breathless yet feeling never more alive.

Jameela's grunts were like the chorus to a symphony of sex, soon overshadowed and drowned out by Mick's louder grunts and thrusts. "Take my long, hard cock, you little Arab bitch. You'll be lucky not to have a big brat swelling in your belly by the time I sell you to a buyer willing to pay top dollar," he shouted. 

Meanwhile Jameela's hands clenched, her pussy creaming up under Mick's assaults. The Arab girl was no stranger to the eroticism of being dominated like this. Some of her Arab boyfriends liked to play rough in the bedroom with whips and chains. Sometimes it pleased Jameela to not always play the role of dominator, and to experience the heady sexual tension and release of the submissive role. This, though, was like nothing she'd experienced before.

This was role play without the safety net. It was sky diving without a parachute. This man above her, he had her captive, truly his prisoner. She was as good as his fuck-slave, her pussy OWNED by him unless her father and Sheikh Aziz could somehow contact one of their associates to rescue her. The very thought aroused her like nothing else. Her pussy dripped at the very notion, her breasts topped with hardened little pink buds that screamed 'Yes, you bastard! Fuck my pussy raw!' 

The captive girl's reaction surprised Mick, and in response the black man strove to fuck her more mightily, so much harder. His thick manhood was soon slamming into her with such force that the entire bed shook. Their furious coupling mirrored the ferocity of Keisha right beside them, who even now was still impaling her wet pussy on the vibrator strapped to Mike Malone's mouth. Mike's strangled, muffled cries were rhythmically stifled by the squelching plunge of Keisha's pussy onto the vibrator until her pussy lips kissed the outline of the tortured man's mouth. 

It was a bizarre scene in a room filled now with the smells of sex. Two captives, one male and one female, each dominated by a member of the opposite sex. 




House Arrest Ch. 09



"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Worthless whore! Take my seed, bitch. You don't want to give up the code? Fine. I'll have my brother sell your cute cunt and ass to the Russians," Mick swore. In the delirium of pleasure, Jameela was hardly aware of the black man's threat as her pussy convulsed with his cock deep inside her, coating it with her fragrant juices. The muscular captor kept pumping her hard, feeling the clench of her pussy around his manhood like a delicious vice made of velvet. Then he pulled out and rolled the condom off, spewing cum across her gorgeous face, painting her nose, lips and chin with thick, warm seed before rounding it off with a necklace of cum that ran from the nipple of one sexy breast to the other. 

Jameela sighed, the aftermath of her orgasm still drifting around her like a halo. 'Am I meant to be a slave as easily as a dominant?' she wondered idly. She thought about Mick's threat. To be sold into sexual slavery to some Russian mob boss. And yet the fear that surged through her heart also contained a thrill of anticipation. That thrill swam to form a dampness between her legs as her pussy felt the heat of a new kind of arousal.

Meanwhile Keisha's sex bounced continually on Mike's face, her breasts achingly aroused in their own right as the young dark-skinned vixen came hard on her male captive's face. Her juices were like a torrent, gushing down the chrome shaft and into Mike's unwilling mouth. But Keisha ground her pussy lips into his face, reveling in the reluctant movement of his jaw as he finally relented, awkwardly lapping up the sweet juices despite the vibrator strapped inside his mouth. 

"That's good, slave. Suck up your mistress's juices. They'll be your daily sustenance from now on. If I can't have your sexy daughters, then I think you will make a fine pet." She turned back to Mick, a sly, smoldering look in her chocolaty gaze. "Can I keep him, Uncle?"

"Yes," Mick rumbled, groaning as he presented his softening prick in front of Jameela's mouth. Jameela dutifully licked the last dollop of cum from the manhood's tip, savoring its salty-male muskiness like a rare delicacy.

Mick turned back to the stricken Jameela. The Arab girl's wrists were still bound tightly to the headboard, and only her legs could flail freely. 

"Please let me go," Jameela begged, rationality temporarily retaking hold of her brain. Instead Mick just glared at her. 

"Were you not listening, bitch? You think you can demand of your new owner that you be released??" He turned to the two young black men who were with him. They had been watching and enjoying the show all this time. Malik and Rafiq were both wiry yet muscular men fresh out of adolescence, neither of them a day over 20 years old. 

They were typical young men, too, and their sex drive was all-consuming. Rafiq had a scar across his jaw and the tattoo of a lion stood out as a deeper shade of black on his naked, brown chest. He glanced over at his friend Malik. Malik was slighter of build, and without the tattoos he looked almost innocent by comparison, at least if you didn't take into account the cruel glint of lust and malice in his eyes.

"You two want to give this bitch a jolt of reality?" Uncle Mick said to his young protégés, grinning. Rafiq nodded.

"Master Mick, we do you proud. I'll have this bitch begging to be our sex slave before this night's over," Rafiq finished. 

As Jameela sputtered pleas for mercy, Rafiq retrieved a battery-powered torture device with electrodes, attaching a clip to each of Jameela's breasts as the girl moaned. 

"Wh-what are you doing!?" she gasped. She looked down as Rafiq leaned between her legs, stroking her clitoris with his tongue. 

"Mmm. You taste good, little white bitch. Too bad I'm going to have to shock this disobedient pussy if you don't give us the code to your daddy's safe room. Tell Master Mick now, and maybe I can be merciful...even lick your pussy to a nice, satisfying orgasm." As his voice became suggestive, his tongue battered against the nub of her clitoris harder, then traced a lazy oval around her labia. The poor young woman could only shudder, her eyes fluttering as her crotch unconsciously thrust itself forward to meet her captor's tongue.

"Please," was all she could sigh, her muscles taut and eyes clenched shut. Jameela tried to focus on the pleasure, pretending everything else was just a fading dream. But her euphoria was cut brutally short as Rafiq removed his tongue and thrust a gag into her mouth, securing it tight. As her eyes bulged wide she could only see Rafiq's cold, angry face filling the field of her vision.

"I tried doing this the nice way, cunt. Now we're going to do it using the other, more fun method." As he said the words he attached the final electrode to her clit and turned the dial on his torture device, sending a stab of electric shock directly into her most sensitive points. As the shock hit her tits and pussy, Jameela screamed loudly through her gag, her body arching off the bed as waves of pain rolled through her slender nakedness. 

"AAAAAGGGGDDDD! STTTTPPPP!!!" she cried. Suddenly the joy of being dominated was submerged in agony. For several seconds that seemed to last whole eons to the captive girl, Jameela's pussy felt the scorching pain of the electroshock and her sexy body writhed with futility on the bed. At last Rafiq turned the dial back to its original position, watching as the Arab girl sagged with relief, sobbing quietly.

"What's wrong, cute bitch? Can't handle a little shock to your pussy? Feeling more cooperative now?" Rafiq continued.

Meanwhile Keisha had taken the vibrator out of Mike's mouth and begun some torments of her own. She told Mike to lick the vibrator clean. When he resisted, her one hand gripped his scrotum, slowly tightening. The gorgeous black girl leaned over her captive. "You gonna do what I say, Mr. Malone, or do I have to squeeze your balls and listen to you scream?" 

When the threat sank in, which didn't take long, Mike obediently stuck his tongue out and began to lick. All he could think of, as he heard Jameela's agonized cries in the background, was that as terrible as Mistress Keisha was treating him, at least he wasn't being shocked. 'Oh god...but what if she does the same to me?' he wondered.

Finally, when he had cleaned the chrome vibrator until it glistened only with his own spit, Keisha straddled his face again and seemed about to lower her pussy lips to his mouth when she paused, turned back, and seemed to notice Malik for the first time.

"Hey, you! Malik. Get your black stud cock over here. I need a new cock to give my pussy some lovin'. I'm all horny and this worthless man slave is all spent," she said derisively. 

Malik's face lit up like it was Christmas morning and he strode over to Keisha. His lanky body mounted the bed behind her. He then gently pushed the 19-year-old girl's ass cheeks as far apart as he could, all the better to marvel at her exposed pussy. It was still glistening with some of Mike's cum, though much of it had seeped out of her opening and darkened the bed sheets or landed on various parts of Mike's skin. 

"Oooh. You one fine, sexy mess," Malik growled, spitting into her cunt a few times and rubbing his saliva in with his fingers. Keisha moaned, ramming her buttocks backward to meet the young man's fingers, then impatiently urging him to get his 'bigger finger' in there.

It didn't take too much extra prodding, and soon Malik was lining up his bulging cock between Keisha's labia, before thrusting himself deep to the hilt as her answering moan echoed through the room. The sound of his balls slapping against her skin soon filled Mike's ears, and he opened his eyes, realizing that their coupling was happening mere inches above his face.

Both Keisha and Malik were soon fucking like crazed animals, Malik's hips thrusting forward with feverish intensity. Mike watched the young man's cock swiftly enter her damp heat again and again and again, vaguely appalled at the way the two captors fucked voraciously with no regard to his prone position. Soon he was also aware, with even more outrage, that strings of pre-cum were oozing from the joining of Malik's shaft and Keisha's pussy just above his face.

Mike turned his head sideways, disgusted as a strand of precum oozed all the way to his cheek. He felt the warm, pungent-smelling sexual fluid pool on his skin with horror. In the midst of it all Keisha's grunts and encouraging moans were becoming more and more heated. 

"Yeah, you black stud. Give your cock to me HARD. None of this soft, lovey-dovey shit like Mr. Malone and his wife probably like it. Mmmm...yeah, sweetie. FUCK me. Tear my pussy out," Keisha purred, her hands bunching up in the sheets as she rammed her ass backward to welcome his punishing cock.

On the other side of the bed the action was just as furious. Jameela was whimpering as the electroshocks sent her into a panic. Finally, her breasts heaving from another intense round of shocking, Rafiq angrily took off the clips from her breasts and pussy just long enough to position his engorged penis near her pouting pussy lips. Jameela's gagged mouth was drooling, and her jaw ached from biting so hard on the gag during all the shocks to her exhausted, naked body. Yet now, seeing Rafiq's cock about to slam into her core with relentless lust, she found herself oddly relieved.

The golden-skinned girl's body sang with a jolt of arousal as Rafiq parted her legs and plunged himself to drink of her sweet snatch. His cock reveled in her warmth, her damp glove of heaven which soon pressed against the length of his shaft. He plunged into her with hedonistic glory, his body grunting and pumping atop hers.

"Uh..uh...uhh...take this long black spear, little slut. You better give up the code before I come in this sweet pussy....or else you're getting another round of SHOCKS, bitch!" Rafiq seemed to be someone who made good on his threats, so Jameela bit her lip, her stifled moan finally dissipating into a desperate plea.

"Oohh...fuck me hard, Master," Jameela replied. "I...I don't know the code," she lied. "Please, I've told you and Master Mick all I know," the Arab girl squealed. "Ooohh, your cock's magnificent. Pound my tight pussy...oh god...you're fucking me so hard I want to come, Master," she said, practically crooning, hoping to tell her tormentor exactly what he wanted to hear.

Rafiq slapped Jameela's tits, hissing at her. "Shut your slut mouth and take my angry cock in silence unless you're ready to give up the code. I don't want to hear you, bitch. I want to FEEL you hugging my black dick." He plowed into her with the zeal of a knight on a quest, their squelching bodies soon filling the room with the wet sounds of suction accompanying thrust after thrust.

Mike was distracted by the sounds of Rafiq and Jameela's coupling only until he realized, with a terrible lurch in his stomach, that Keisha and Malik were nearing a mutual climax. Indeed, suddenly Malik thrust himself balls-deep, his body going rigid as his cock pumped surge after surge of hot whitish jism into Keisha's horny snatch. 

"UUUHHH...YES!" Keisha moaned, her body bursting with an orgasm of its own, her juices flooding the man's cock in a long, delirious 'thank you.' No sooner had Malik spent his load, he then withdrew his flaccid dick and Mike's eyes widened in alarm as Mistress Keisha sat her cum-filled pussy directly onto his face.

Mike felt Malik's cum seeping from the cunt lips now crushed against his mouth. His stifled shouts of protest fell on deaf ears as Keisha ground her crotch on top of his face.

"Open up, you worthless male sex-toy. It's time to clean out your Mistress's cunt like a good little boy. I said OPEN," she growled. Her crotch gyrated on top of him again, and she reached her hands back, pinching Mike's nipples hard with her talon-like fingernails. He groaned as two stabs of pain hit his chest like twin lightning bolts. His tongue reluctantly explored the folds of her despoiled sex. 

The taste was oddly satisfying, once he focused on Keisha's nectar flooding onto his tongue, her pussy responding to every lap of his stroking and cajoling tongue tip. It seemed that slowly but inevitably he succumbed to the duty of serving his Mistress's pussy. As the scent of her cream filled his nose he felt his cock twitch back to hardness.

There was no way he or Jameela were ever going to see freedom. He knew that now. As he slurped at the salty taste of male cum intermingled with Keisha's sweet juices, Mike tried to hold onto the one hope that mattered - that maybe, just maybe, his family had made it safely away. 

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THE END

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