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Maureen's Abduction

By: sethp



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(I would Like to thank ET for her wonderful editing and also Pennlady and Meg1 for reading and looking over this story. It's my longest one to date and I really need your feedback. Enjoy!)

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They threw her down onto the hard stone floor of the cell and slammed the steel door shut behind her. She couldn't catch her breath at first, and she was shaking uncontrollably. Moon light shone through a small barred window on one of the walls, giving her enough light to see. Pushing herself up from the floor, the girl sat back against the cold stone wall, taking in her surroundings as she tried to control her breathing. The cell was probably ten feet by ten feet in dimension. There was a toilet in the corner and a wooden bench, big enough lay down on, across from her. The ceiling must have been twenty feet high and there were heavy chains hanging from it in several places. It was very cold and damp, but relatively clean. Wiping the tears from her eyes, and blood from her mouth, Maureen Jones went over to the bench and curled up shivering in the cold darkness, clutching her tattered clothing around her.

Lying there, she tried to make sense of what had happened this night, replaying the events in her mind. She had been visiting her parents and was asleep in their guest room, when a large banging noise woke her up. She got out of bed slipped on a full length night gown and slippers and opened the bedroom door. That's when she heard the loud crash of the front door being knocked off of its hinges. She heard her mother scream and then she heard what sounded like gunshots. Maureen ran down the stairs and screamed as the foyer came into view. Her father was on his back unmoving. There were men in black ski masks with guns. One of them ran up the steps towards her. Maureen held out her hands to fend him off, but he was quickly beside her and produced, what Maureen could only assume was a stun gun. He held it against her neck and the next thing Maureen remembered was being pulled out of a van and being led into this stone building. Had they drugged her as well? She couldn't think straight and she was room was spinning.

Maureen had dozed off sometime in the night and was awoken by the sound of the steel door opening up. The light from beyond the door hurt her eyes. When they adjusted, she saw two men in ski masks bring in a small wooden tray of food and placing it on the floor beside the door. She sprung to her feet.

"What do you want from me?" she screamed. "Where are my parents? What happened to my father?"

One of the men turned and walked over to her calmly. Before Maureen had a chance to react he had produced a stun gun and zapped her in the neck again. She fell hard to the floor convulsing in painful spasms.

"You will not speak," the man that had stunned her said as he left the cell.

When her convulsions stopped and the pain subsided, Maureen lay on the floor crying. What did they want? Why was she here? When she was able, she crawled over to the food and ate hungrily. The sun was just now starting to rise and, Maureen figured that it must be close to six in the morning. When she had eaten Maureen went over to the bench and tried to sleep some more. There was nothing that she could do at this point except wait for an opportunity to get help.

Maureen never did fall back to sleep. About an hour later the door opened again and two men in ski masks entered and motioned for her to follow. She had no idea if they were the same two men or not. 

"I'm coming. Hold on," Maureen muttered, straightening out her nightgown. Panicking, she realized that she had just spoken. Maybe they would let that slide? Not a chance. The both rushed over to her and a wave of pain washed over Maureen's body as she was shocked again. As she convulsed on the floor, the two men both grabbed handfuls of hair and dragged her out of the cell and down the hall way. 

She was dragged into a small stone chamber with wooden benches lining the walls. There were two other girls sitting there silently. The masked men left the room the same way they came from, shutting the door firmly behind them. Maureen struggled to her knees, recovering the use of her muscles again. Her entire head was in pain from being dragged by her hair and tears were streaming down her face. She looked over at the two girls. They were both blonde and thin. They were in stark contrast to Maureen who had short dark hair and was very plump and busty.

"What's happening here?" Maureen whispered to them.

Neither girl answered, shaking their heads quickly. They sat there staring at Maureen.

"It's ok. They can't hear us. Please," Maureen pleaded with them to speak. Maybe they didn't understand her. Maureen crawled over to them. They both actually looked like they were in shock. She could certainly understand why. She wondered if they were sisters and considered this possibility very likely as she got a closer look at them.

"My name is Maureen," she said pointing at herself. The two girls sat there like mutes, faces expressionless. Frustrated, Maureen went over to a bench and sat down.

Just then the far door opened up and a large bearded man walked in. He was one of the largest men Maureen had ever seen. He must have been close to seven feet tall, but large and powerfully built like an ox. She was surprised that he wasn't wearing a ski mask like the others. Maybe he was the leader.

The Ox stood there for a moment sizing up Maureen and the two blond girls. He grunted and then walked over and grabbed both of the blonde girls by the arms and led them out of the room. The door closed tightly behind them and Maureen found herself alone again. There didn't seem to be anyway to escape yet. Maureen was a fighter and she vowed to get out of this place no matter what it took. Her bravado faded away as time wore on..

Maureen sat there in the chamber for hours until finally the far door opened again. The Ox opened the door and walked over grabbing Maureen's arm roughly, pulling her to her feet and out of the room. The door led down another long hallway with a smaller wooden door at the end. The large man opened it and led her through it. He shut it behind her and stood in front of it with his arms crossed. There was no going back. 

The room they had entered had rough stone walls and was lined with many doors. The center was filled with more wooden benches tables. Some piled high with garments and shoes and others with bottles and jars. There was a lone woman in the midst of everything. She was red haired and petite, but looked just as mean as the large bearded man standing behind her. In fact, the way she carried herself as she walked over to them, left Maureen with no doubt that The Ox took his orders from this small woman. Maureen started to tremble in fear.

"A plump one, finally," the red haired woman said, eyes roaming over Maureen's body. "Take off that robe girl."

Maureen shook her head, and was rewarded with a hard slap to the face that made her see stars. That little woman was stronger than she looked. 

"Please do not disobey me again. Disrobe now," the mean redhead demanded. There was ice in her eyes and voice. This woman would have no problem killing. Something about this woman scared Maureen more than anything else she had endured during her abduction.

Maureen slowly unbuttoned her nightgown and let it slip down around her ankles. Completely exposed to her captors, she stood there shivering, trying to cover her massive chest with her arms.

"Drop your arms girl and stand up straight," the red head commanded.

Maureen stood up straighter, dropping her arms down to her sides. The red head stepped close cupping each of Maureen's large breasts, squeezing and hefting them in her hands. Then she ran her fingers through Maureen's short hair. After looking Maureen over thoroughly, she stepped back. 

"You'll do just fine," she said smiling at Maureen, and then motioned to The Ox, who was like a statue in front of the door.

"Please," Maureen said weakly, with fresh tears streaming down her face.

The red head just laughed, shaking her head, and then The Ox grabbed Maureen's arm again pulling her across the room. Maureen screamed in anger pulling away from him but he just lifted her up over his shoulder effortlessly and carried her the rest of the way across the room. He opened one of the doors with his free hand and strode through it and down the corridor beyond. The corridor let to an open courtyard. The Ox put Maureen down roughly and then stepped back.

There were two large masked men tending a fire pit on a raised stone platform in the middle of the courtyard. There were various tools and wooden boxes up there as well. Both of the men walked down to Maureen, each taking an arm and leading her up onto the platform. There was a wooden half-wall up there with three holes in the center. One of the holes was larger than the other two. Maureen could see that the half wall was actually two pieces with a hinge on one side and a latch on the other. One of the masked men lifted up the top half of it. The man holding her arms led her over to it and forced her neck down over the largest half hole, while the other man held her wrists over the smaller ones. Then the half wall was closed over her neck and wrists. She was trapped with her hands and head enclosed in the half wall. She had seen things like this on the history channel from the middle ages. She tried to remember the name. Stockade came to mind, but she just couldn't remember. This was all a horrible dream and she was going to wake up any minute. Deep down, she knew it wasn't a dream.

"What are you going to do?" she cried. "My family has money if that's what you want. Please!"

The two large men just laughed and walked out of her view tending to something behind her. 

"Oh are you ok?" a soft female voice said.

Maureen looked up suddenly filled with hope. "Please help me!"

"I will. It's ok. I'm here now," the other woman said. She was tall and thin with obscenely large breasts. They were almost as big as Maureen's, but on a body half as thin. She was stunningly beautiful with big blue eyes and full lips, and she was shaved bald. Her lack of hair didn't diminish her beauty at all.

"Tell them it's a mistake. I don't belong here. I have to find my parents. I have to get home," Maureen pleaded with the bald woman.

"I'll tell them," the woman said reassuringly as she knelt down in front of Maureen, taking her hands in hers. "It's ok now. I'm here to help you."

"What are they doing back there?" Maureen pleaded. "Help me out of here."

"It's going to be ok. You'll see," the bald woman said and leaned in and kissed Maureen on the lips. Then she grabbed both of Maureen's hands firmly looking directly into her eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment and then I can take you with me."

"What will?" Maureen asked. "What will?" Then she screamed as she felt pain like she had never known.

Maureen convulsed in the stockade trying to escape the pain. Her outer thigh was on fire. Strong hands were holding her in place keeping her from moving. Maureen screamed until her breath ran out and then she screamed again. The searing pain was gone from her thigh suddenly but only to replaced by pain on her shoulder. Maureen passed out.

When she woke up, Maureen found herself naked on a real bed. She wondered how long she had slept. Had it been one day or two since her abduction? Maybe it was all a bad dream? Her shoulder and thigh were burning in pain. She looked down at her thigh and saw that it was actually burned. She knew instantly that they had branded her. The brand was in the shape of three Xs side by side. She looked at her shoulder only to find the same brand there, but smaller. This was no dream. This was a nightmare. She had been branded like a cow. 

"I'm a fucking cow!" she hissed. "I have a fucking brand to match my tits."

Maureen got out of the large oversized bed, anger building inside her. She was in a large carpeted room with ten beds including hers. There were no windows and only two doors on each end of the room. She walked over to the nearest one and opened it up and peered through. It was a large bathroom with multiple soaking tubs, towels and mirrors, but there was nobody inside.

Maureen ran down to the other doorway, her large breasts bouncing on her chest. She put an arm across her chest as she ran to keep them from flopping around. This could be her chance to escape if they thought she was still asleep. There had to be a phone in this place.

When she opened the door, Maureen gasped at the scene in front of her. The bald lady from the day before was standing with her back to the door. Kneeling in front of her was a busty blonde with her mouth stretched around a very thick cock. The bald lady had her fingers firmly gripped in the blonde's hair guiding her movements. The large muscular man was naked except for a leather mask that covered his entire head. He grunted and his body stiffened. Maureen could tell that he was cumming in the girl's mouth. She gagged a little bit and then relaxed and appeared to swallow his ejaculate. The bald lady's firm grip on her hair keeping her in place.

When he was finished, the masked man stepped back, letting his softening cock slip out of the blonde's mouth. Then the moved away and walked out a door way on the other side of the room.

"That was very good Lorraine," the bald lady said, bending over and kissing the blondes forehead. "You're really progressing." 

The blonde got up and ran over to the other side of the room where there were tables piled high with food and pitchers of water. There were two other girls sitting on some oversized couches there. The room was very opulently decorated with thick carpeting and giant wall hangings. All of the girls were staring at Maureen.

Maureen was so shocked at what she had just witnessed that she was frozen mouth open, until she noticed the bald woman approaching her. "Good morning Maureen."

"How? How do you know my name?" Maureen asked.

The bald woman walked closer smiling warmly, as if she was dealing with a retarded person, and then took Maureen's hand. She led her across the room. "Do you hurt?" she asked, looking down at Maureen's thigh.

"Yes," Maureen answered softly, letting herself be led across the room.

She was led over to a small table with various lotions and jars on it. The bald woman picked up a small jar of cream and started to apply it to Maureen's thigh and shoulder. She winced in pain at first but let the strange woman tend to her. When she was finished, the bald woman led her over to a far corner with another oversized couch piled with thick plush pillows. She ran her hand through Maureen's hair.

"You must believe me, when I tell you that I'm here to help you," she said.

"Help me out of here then. I don't belong here. I don't know what's going on," Maureen said with tears welling up in here eyes.

"It's far too late for that. My name is Amanda, and if you listen to everything I tell you, you will be ok."

"Amanda, I don't belong here. I need to get out," Maureen said starting to sob uncontrollably.

"Oh Maureen," Amanda said putting and arm around Maureen and pulling her closer. "Listen to me. There is no way out unless THEY let you out. The doors are always locked and the windows are all barred. Even if you could break a window and scream for help, there is no one around for miles. No one will hear you."

"That can't be true. There has to be a way," Maureen cried.

"There are horrible men outside of these chambers that would like nothing more than to hurt you badly and then kill you slowely, if you try to escape," Amanda said. "Please remember that. What you've been through so far has been mild compared to what some go through here. I must leave you for a while. Eat, drink and bathe, before I get back."

Amanda got up and left through the same door the man in the leather mask had gone through. Maureen waited a few minutes and then went over to test the door. It was locked tight. Defeated for now, she went over to the food table and started to eat. She had eaten very little since her abduction, and she was famished.

The three other girls were all sitting there silently watching her. In addition to the blonde girl, there was an extremely tall, thin red head and a black girl who was similar in size and shape to Maureen. Her breasts weren't as large though.

"I'm Latonya and this is Laura," the black girl said pointing to the redhead. "That's Lorraine," she added, pointing to the blonde on the other side of the couch. "She's new like you. She's only been here two weeks."

"I'm Maureen," Maureen replied taking in the three girls for the first time. All three were dressed in skimpy pastel bikinis. All three had the same brands that Maureen had. "What is this place?" she asked.

"It's the training hall," Latonya answered. "We're training to serve."

"Serve?" Maureen asked.

"Yes," Laura answered this time. "And if you don't learn willingly and if you don't show progress, your life is over."

"They'll kill us?" Maureen asked incredulously.

"If you're lucky they will," Latonya answered. "Everything Amanda asks of you or teaches you, you must do. Everything. Without exception." 

"What are we being trained to do?" Maureen asked. "What happened to the two blonde girls that came in here before me?"

"You're being trained to serve in everyway, especially sexually," Laura added. "We don't know all the answers. Latonya and I have only been here for three months and we don't know what will happen when Amanda has finished training us."

"Those two girls were sisters. They tried to escape last night," Laura added. "They're dead now, you can be sure. You better go bathe and dress as Amanda has asked you. She's much crueler than she appears."

"Were there others here training before? There are ten beds in there."

"Yes," Laura answered. "When Latonya and I first got here, all the other beds were filled. One by one the other girls completed their training and were taken away. You better bathe. Please," Laura pleaded pointing toward the sleeping chambers.

Maureen got up and slowly made her way to the bathroom she had seen earlier. The tubs were huge and there were scented bath salts of every variety beside each tub. The walls were lined with expensive oversized towels. It had been days since she had bathed and she felt filthy. She was surprised that her brandings didn't hurt much when she got in the water. Whatever balm Amanda had applied was amazingly effective.

When she was cleaned, dressed and refreshed, Maureen made her way back out to the large main room. Amanda had returned and was lecturing to the other three girls in front of the large couch. She motioned for Maureen to come over and join them. Maureen ran over, feeling a little better with something covering her up, even if it was a bikini. Bikini was probably the wrong word for what they were wearing. It was more in the lines of lingerie. Her large breasts were spilling out over the small cups of her skimpy top. At least her nipples were covered. At this point, it was the small victories.

"You look much better honey," Amanda said to her as she ran over. "You don't smell like raw sewage any longer either. Please have a seat with the others, and next time, don't be late." 

Amanda continued her lecture. "You are all showing much promise and much progress. I'm very proud of you all. I have every confidence that Maureen, our newest arrival, will be just as successful," she said. "We are ready for the next evolution in your lives. Maureen, you will have to catch up quickly. I have been asked to accelerate all of the training. I trust that you know the fate if you fail to pass?"

The other girls nodded. Maureen nodded as well, and Amanda smiled at her.


Maureen's Abduction Ch. 02



Sethp 2011

all rights reserved

(The continuing saga of Maureen as she is sold into slavery. This episode does contain incest so stop reading now if that offends you. Otherwise enjoy!)

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The next two weeks were full of more sexual escapades, each more erotic and deviant than the one before. Training also started to change. The girls learned how to walk, dance and sit the right way. They also learned etiquette and manners and all about cleaning and cooking and serving drinks. It seemed as if they were training to become maids.

Maureen and the two other girls were subjected to threesomes and foursomes and golden showers and almost everything she had ever heard of. She was concerned that she seemed to enjoy almost all of it. Here, in this place, she had no sexual inhibitions and she was only mildly embarrassed to perform sexually in front of Amanda and the other girls. Maybe it was because they were doing the same things or that there were no repercussions. No one would ever know what she was doing here. Maybe it was because none of this seemed real. It was like being in a fantasy world. Even the pain of the shock collars and Lorraine's sudden ending seemed like distant memories.

The fantasy world suddenly changed one morning as the Maureen and the other girls were violently dragged out of bed. Amanda stormed into the room with a bundle of clothes for each girl. 

"Put these on now!" She demanded. "You have two minutes." She stood there arms folded across her massive chest watching her three charges dress. 

The outfits were all ankle length plain dresses with socks and boots. There were no bras or underpants. They were all given black overcoats with hoods. The masked men that had pulled them all out of bed had left. Amanda was dressed exactly the same.

"We're going on a train," Amanda said. "Do not ask me why or where. In fact do not speak at all. Am I understood?"

Maureen and the other two girls nodded in unison.

"Follow me then, quickly and quietly," Amanda commanded and then added. "I will leave you here to rot, if you don't keep up or if you attempt to flee."

Amanda headed out of the bedchambers and through the main room to where the door on the far side hung upon. Maureen thought about escaping if she got the chance, but the thick collar around her neck was giving her serious doubt about her chances. How long was the range from Amanda's bracelet to this collar? Where were they going? Amanda picked up the pace and the three girls hurried to catch up. Latonya's large breasts were bouncing wildly as she ran to keep up. Maureen put an arm across her own chest as she jogged to keep her own giant breasts from flopping about. 

Maureen made a conscious effort to take in every detail that she could. Once outside the large steel door that had marked their world for the past few weeks, she was shocked to find that it wasn't another stone hallway. Amanda was leading them down a carpeted hallway with smooth painted walls adorned with fantastic artwork and mirrors. This hallway opened up to what could only be a ballroom. Amanda led them across the tiled floor and through a double door on the other side. This led to a small enclosed courtyard with a beautiful fountain in the middle. Far behind them, Maureen thought that she could make out the sounds of men yelling and some distant banging of some sort. Amanda seemed to notice this too and she started walking faster.

They made their way across the courtyard and into another building. Amanda navigated them through a series of small rooms and through a small red wooden door that led them into a garage. It was empty except for a black van. The Ox was there in the driver's seat. She had no idea how he fit in there. Amanda ushered them all inside. There were no seats back here and the four girls sat on the floor. Amanda then placed a black sack over each girls head so that they couldn't see.

Maureen heard the van start and the sliding door slam shut and soon the van was moving. The van ride was uneventful although long. They had driven for hours. When the van finally stopped, Amanda removed the hoods and commanded them to follow her again. Maureen looked around and even though Amanda had told her where they were going, she was surprised to find herself at an actual train station. 

Amanda gathered the girls around her. "I will not think twice before shocking you to death right where you stand if you so much as make me think you are escaping," She said, voice cold as ice. "You will stay no less then five feet from me at all times. There are others who will be joining us on this journey as well. Think on that." Then she started toward the far end of the station.

The girls hurried to keep up and stay within Amanda's commanded space. Latonya kept falling behind and if not for Laura and Maureen pulling her along, Maureen had no doubt that she would be convulsing on the platform in her death throes. It really was the perfect death. Amanda could invisibly kill them and be safely away before she could ever be found. She wondered if The Ox would be joining them.

They boarded a train and Amanda herded them into a private compartment, complete with its own private bathroom. "Very good girls," Amanda said with a wicked little smile. "You may make it through this day alive, yet."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Amanda gave them all a look that said not to try anything or say anything, and then got up and opened the door. It was the large bearded man. The Ox was coming with them. Amanda let him in and he took a seat on the other side of the compartment. Maureen wondered what was going on. Where was the mean redhead that had been with The Ox? Why did they have to leave so fast? She was upset with herself that she hadn't thought to try to leave a makeshift note, but the morning had unraveled too fast. The train started to pull away and Maureen turned her attention back on the bearded man. He really was huge, almost an ogre. Maureen thought on that a moment and then decided that he was indeed an Ogre or an Ox? She was too tired to figure out the difference.

He was staring at Amanda with an expression of pained frustration. She nodded at him. "Latonya," she called out and the black girl jumped to her feet and stood in front of Amanda. "Our friend here has a problem that you're going to solve."

"What?" Latonya replied.

The Ox stood up and then unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear and an enormous cock sprung free for all to see. Maureen gasped at the size of him. She had never seen anyone so large. The masked men that she had pleasured and fucked back in the chamber were all very well endowed but none even came close to this ogre. This Ox.

"He needs to cum Latonya," Amanda said. "He has lost his friend and I promised him that you would take care of him. Please do so now."

Latonya's training kicked in, and she disrobed immediately. The bearded man grunted in approval at the sight of her massive black breasts. Her dark puffy nipples were sticking out obscenely. She walked over to him and dropped to her knees grabbing his thick cock in her hands and started to stroke him. He grunted again in approval. Latonya leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Maureen was amazed that she was able to accomplish this. His cock was so thick. Latonya had a big mouth though.

Latonya then started to take more of his massive cock into her mouth. She made a few gagging noises as his cock reached the entrance to her throat. She had nearly half of him in her mouth. It looked to Maureen like her mouth was going to split open it was stretched so tightly around The Ox's massive cock. Then she started to bob her had back and forth, sliding her full lips up and down his shaft. The bearded man had closed his eyes and was thrusting his hips, driving his cock between Latonya's thick lips. 

Maureen and Laura watched intently as Latonya worked on The Ox's cock. He suddenly grabbed thick handfuls of the black girl's hair and started grunting as he came in her mouth. Latonya swallowed all of it, sucking him dry. She pulled her mouth away and stood up pressing her body against him. He smiled down at her grabbing one of her massive breasts. Something about watching The Ox smile made Maureen shiver. It wasn't natural.

"Girl you had better watch it or he'll be ready for another go at you," Amanda said laughing. 

"I want him to," Latonya said, avoiding looking at Maureen and Laura. Both of the girls gasped at Latonya's admission. It was one thing to enjoy the sex that they had been having but to wantonly ask for it. Was Latonya a willing slave? Would she even be able to accommodate his size? 

Latonya sat down on the floor of the cabin leaning back and the bearded man got down on top of her. Latonya must have already been wet because he started slowly pushing his cock inside of her one inch at a time. Maureen could not believe that the black girl was taking his massive cock in her pussy. Latonya whimpered in pleasure as The Ox started to fuck her. He was plowing his cock into her in long slow, powerful strokes. Latonya was thrashing about beneath him her eyes rolled back into her head. The bearded man fucked her relentlessly and brutally and Latonya was enjoying every second of it.

"Uh...I'm cumming," she moaned. "Oh god yes I'm cumming. I love your big cock." 

He kept fucking her throughout her orgasm, then tensed and grunted cumming deep inside her.

"Maureen, go clean her." Amanda ordered. Maureen knew just what was being asked of her. She had performed this task dozens of times in the chamber but somehow this felt more real. She knew better than to hesitate though.

Maureen lay down on the floor on her stomach with her head beside the bearded man's legs. When he withdrew his cock from Latonya's pussy, Maureen's mouth took its place. As his cum started leaking out, Maureen drank it in and when there was no more she licked Latonya clean with her tongue. When she was done she hurriedly got up and took her seat beside Laura. Latonya slowly got dressed and then joined the others on the bench seat.

The Ox sat back smiling and looking very contented. 

"That was quite a show girl, but you'd better try to get some sleep. We have a journey ahead of us," Amanda said smiling at Latonya. Then Amanda did something unexpected. She got up and moved over to Maureen and kissed her passionately, inserting her tongue in her mouth. She pulled away. "Delicious. You're so lucky," she said oddly, and then left the compartment. The Ox stayed. 

Maureen didn't know how long she slept. It must have been hours because it was dark outside when she awoke. The Ox was snoring in his seat across from them. Latonya had moved over at some point, and was snuggled against him. This couldn't be good. Amanda still had not returned and Laura was fast asleep beside her. For a brief moment, Maureen thought about escaping, but then Amanda came through the door. 

"We're here girls," she said. "Wake up and clean up."

The girls all took turns cleaning up in the bathroom and getting ready. Amanda took great care to make she they were all up to her standards, and then led them out of the compartment and off of the train. The Ox took up the rear and the odd little procession made its way through a small rural train station.

Maureen had no idea where they were and couldn't make out any signs at this end of the station. Amanda led them briskly outside and to a waiting van. There was no time to ask questions and no time to investigate their surroundings. 

Once in the van they were subjected to the black hoods again. The Ox was not driving this time but sitting in the back with the girls. Maureen could hear his heavy breathing. Amanda had taken the front passenger seat beside an extremely angry looking muscular man in dark sun glasses. Maureen took a deep breath and felt comforted by the fact that they weren't going to kill her and that at some point she would be able to escape. It wasn't a matter of if but when. She only hoped that she would be able to help her two friends escape as well. She wondered if Latonya would even want to escape.

The van stopped after a short drive and Maureen could here a large garage door opening. The Van drove through and then stopped. Maureen could hear the garage door closing again and then the sliding door of the van opened. There were men shouting in a language that Maureen couldn't understand and she was roughly helped out of the van and herded into a small room with the others. Once inside, Amanda pulled off the hoods and busied herself with straightening out the girls, paying special attention to their hair. The bearded man was not in the room and Latonya was not pleased by it.

"Sit down," Amanda ordered. "Listen to me and listen carefully. Through that doorway behind me is your destiny. If you believe in god, pray that it's a good one. "

"Aren't you coming with us? Where is the man?" Latonya asked, clearly not caring if she got shocked.

Amanda just smiled. "Beyond those doors, you will meet your new masters," she said. "You will never see me again. You have been trained well, but you must remember this. Disobedience out there will be met with death. Follow me now."

They walked into a large room filled with people. At the center of the room was a raised platform. Maureen didn't need to be told that this was an auction and they were being sold. Amanda led them to the side and they stood in line behind dozens of girls and handlers. Most were dressed exactly as Maureen and the others. Some girls were naked, but most of the handlers were bald like Amanda. All of the girls had the same collars on their necks. Many of the girls on stage were reduced to tears as they were led off the platform and out of the room. Latonya was led onto the stage by a masked man. He was dressed though. There were masked men throughout the room, some mingled in with the other people and some guarding the girls. Latonya was roughly stripped naked by the two handlers on the stage. There was quite a commotion as she was bid on and finally sold. Two large handlers led her out of the room. She looked back at Laura and Maureen, eyes full of tears and then she was gone. Laura was next. She was kept clothed and was taken away even faster than Latonya had been. She never looked back. Maureen couldn't make any sense of the proceedings and why some of the girls were naked and others were not.

Finally, Maureen was led to the stage. She was stripped naked and there were audible gasps in the audience as her massive breasts were exposed. Both she and Latonya were much bigger than most of the girls here and that seemed to elicit quite a bidding war for them. Maureen couldn't make sense of all the yelling and signs. She had no idea how or when the bidding had ended only that the two large handlers came and escorted her off the stage and out of the room.

She expected to find Latonya and Laura through the doorway but she was dismayed to see that it led to an empty hallway. She was led down the long corridor and into a small examining room. Within minutes a man and woman came in and started to examine her from head to foot. They took her measurements, her blood pressure and even some of her blood. When they were done she was led to another room. This one was full of clothes. There was an elderly woman standing in the middle of the room. She was given a sheet of paper by one of the handlers that Maureen guessed had her measurements and weight on it. 

The woman grunted and then disappeared into the racks of clothing. She returned with a black skirt, white blouse and matching undergarments that were just Maureen's size. The clothing was very tight and showed off her curvy body exquisitely. The collar remained though. When she was dressed the handlers led her out of the room and down the hall into another room with a single table in the middle and a chair on either side. Maureen was guided to the far chair and the two handlers left the room.

A few moments later a small man in a three piece suite and thick glasses came in. He had a clipboard with some forms on it. He took a seat on the chair across from Maureen and cleared his throat.

"You must be Maureen. Yes?" he asked. "You may speak to me," he said.

"Yes," Maureen answered. "Am I going home?" she asked against all hope.

"Yes and no," he answered. "That will be the last question you are allowed to ask though. Do you understand me?" he asked, showing her that he was wearing a bracelet that was identical to Amanda's.

"Yes," Maureen answered quietly.

"Here are the rules," he said firmly. "You will not try to escape. You will do everything commanded of you without fail. You will attempt no communication with anyone. You will never mention that you are a slave. Do you understand these rules?" he asked.

"Yes." Maureen answered.

"Good. Sign here please," he said and offered her a pen and the first form on the clipboard.

Maureen saw no choice but to obey and sign. She had no idea what she was signing. He kept flipping though papers and Maureen kept signing them. When she was done he produced an inkpad and had Maureen mark each paper with her index finger.

"Ok, now it's time for the important part," he said, producing a small handbook which he placed in front of Maureen. "This is your employee handbook. You are now an employee of John Smith. You are his live in maid. Your primary job is to cook, clean and take care of the house and his family and perform any task or request made of you. The documents you signed are legal papers to that effect including a number of waivers and liability forms. You may keep your first name Maureen but your last name is now Prickett."

Maureen nodded her understanding. She was a personal slave for some man named John Smith and her ruse would be that she was a live in maid.

"Good," the man continued. "If you try to escape or break any of the primary rules you will be shocked of course. You are this man's property and as such, he does have the right to kill you if he sees fit. He may contact us to handle you or replace you as well. Trust me. You don't want that to happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Maureen answered.

"Now you may ask four questions. Begin."

"How long will I be a slave?" Maureen asked, thinking instantly that she wasted one of her questions. She had to think.

"Until you die or he decides to free you," the small man answered.

"What has happened to my friends?" she asked.

"Their fate is the same as yours," he answered. "You will never see them again."

"Are my parents alright?" Maureen asked.

He looked down at his notes. "Yes," he answered. "They are...okay."

"What if I make a mistake? What if I accidentally don't act like a slave?" Maureen asked. "What if I forget my last name or...?"

"You had better hope you don't," he answered. "Mr. Smith is a fair man but he does not suffer fools. You leave in one hour and I expect you to have read that entire manual before then. Goodbye Ms. Prickett," he said and then abruptly left the room.

Maureen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. At least her parents were okay, or were they? Why had he paused? What did okay really mean? What if he was just lying? Her father had not been killed. She had to believe that. She resigned herself to reading the manual. It was like most of the employee manuals she had read before, including paid time off, pay and other benefits. She would have laughed if it wasn't so crazy, or if she really wasn't a slave. There was no section on filing grievances or human resources. It was filled with primary job descriptions and information about the Smith household. 

John Smith worked long hours at some corporation and was also away most weekends. He had two children, eighteen year old twins who were both in their last year of high school. Did they know that she was a slave? Maureen's head started to spin with the implications. It appeared to be a secluded mansion just outside of town. The town and state were not mentioned. Then again, how did she know that she wasn't in Canada or Mexico? She had to still be in North America. 




Maureen's Abduction Ch. 02



Maureen had just finished the manual and thought she had a pretty good idea what was in store, when the door suddenly opened. A small wiry woman came in and sat down quickly in the other chair.

"You've finished the manual?" she asked.

"Yes," Maureen said.

"Good. Very good," the woman answered. "Now listen. You'll be leaving soon so pay attention. You are a slave. Disobedience will be punished severely and can lead to death. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I do," Maureen answered.

"If you try to escape you will be executed. We are always watching. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes," Maureen answered again.

"To everyone in the outside world, you are a live-in housekeeper. That's it. If anyone finds out other wise, or if you break that cover you will be executed. Do you understand me?" the woman asked, leaning forward for effect.

"Yes. I do," Maureen answered leaning back.

"You say you do," the woman said. "Every girl says they do, but only a few make it a year. I hope you are one of the lucky ones." Then the woman got up and left, leaving Maureen to ponder the implications of that statement.

The door opened again and a large, well dressed man entered and beckoned her to follow him. Maureen got up quickly and followed him out the door and down the hallway and then out into a large garage. There was a waiting van. He picked up two large bags and put them in the back and then walked over to a table. He returned with a very intricate silver choker. It was beautiful. Maureen stood still while he unlocked and removed the thick collar around her neck and replaced it with the choker.

"This is still a shock collar girl and despite how pretty it looks it's very hard to remove. In fact, if you unlock it the wrong way or try cutting it off it will detonate a small charge that will surely kill you and alert us as well. There really is no escape." He said. "Do you get it? This is a bomb around your neck."

When he was done, he pushed Maureen into the van and then got into the driver's seat and they left the auction house. Maureen hadn't seen or heard any of the other girls since leaving the large room. She wondered if Laura and Latonya had met the same fate. She wondered if she was doomed to be a slave forever. 

They drove for hours. Maureen took in the scenery. She couldn't even remember how long she'd been in captivity. Was it two weeks? A month? Where was she? It looked like she was still in the northeast but she couldn't be sure. They passed no large towns that Maureen could see. Sometime during the drive Maureen fell asleep.

"Wake up sleeping beauty. We're here." 

Maureen awoke with a start, sitting up straight. She looked out the window as the van turned onto a long paved driveway. She chided herself for falling asleep and missing where she was. She dare not ask the driver. The driveway wove its way up tree lined hill. At the top was a huge two story house. It was beautiful, as was the landscaping around it. Maureen had never seen a more beautiful place.

The large man got out and started pulling the two large bags out. Maureen got out as well. The air was so fresh here. The large man plopped the bags down in front of Maureen. 

"Don't forget who and what you are," he said gruffly and then got in the van and drove off, leaving Maureen standing there in front of the beautiful house.

Maureen had no idea what was in "her" bags, but they were heavy. She managed to carry them up to the front door and then timidly knocked. Did all slave girls feel this timid and confused? 

She was more than shocked when a tall thin girl opened the door. She must be one of the twins, Maureen thought. She was a few inches taller than Maureen and wore her dark hair short. She had on a 'Ramones' T-shirt.

"You must be the new house keeper?" the girl asked.

"Yes! I'm Maureen," Maureen said with her biggest smile.

The girl just looked at her blandly. "Come inside and I'll get dad."

She left Maureen standing in the foyer. It was large and well decorated. These people had money. Maureen wondered how much she had cost them. She stood there nervously waiting for her new master. She was told to refer to him as sir and not master though. She heard a door shut somewhere deep in the house and footsteps approaching on the wooden floor. Finally she saw him round the corner and walk up to her.

"You must be Maureen?" he asked walking around her, appraising her. 

"Yes sir," Maureen replied, standing as straight as she could, her massive breasts straining against the fabric of her tight white blouse.

"Very nice. You'll do very well," he said. "Take your bags and follow me to your chambers. Then I'll have a word with you in my office. We're all looking forward to our first home cooked meal in weeks."

He turned and started back the way he had come, leaving Maureen struggling with her heavy bags and scurrying after him. She was pleasantly surprised when she entered her rooms. Her quarters were at the back of the house, near the gigantic kitchen, and had its own private bathroom and spectacular view of the wooded back yard.

"My office is down the hall to the right. I'll see you there in ten minutes. I've taken the liberty of printing out a schedule and task list for you. Make sure you review that tonight after dinner," he said and then left.

Maureen ran to the restroom. She had to pee so bad after that long drive, that she swore her eyes must be yellow! She then took the remaining few minutes to freshen up and look in her bags. They were filled with all manner of clothes. Most of them were like the outfit she had on. They were form-fitting and sexy without being obscene. She noticed that there were more than a few items of lingerie in there as well. She checked the clock on the wall and hurried out to the office.

He was sitting on his desk facing the door. When Maureen entered he commanded her to shut the door. 

"I'm your new boss," he said with a smirk. "I'm John Smith."

"I'm Maureen P...Prickett," she replied and then looked down at the carpet, not knowing if she was going to be shocked for speaking.

He chuckled out loud. "It's okay," he said. "In fact, I'm impressed with how well trained you are so far, but we need to get a few things straight right now okay?"

"Yes sir," Maureen said looking up at him. 

"First of all, you are to address me as sir always," he said. "No matter what I ask of you it must be obeyed immediately and to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Maureen said nodding her head. This was nothing new to her. She could handle this.

"Then there is the matter of the outside world. You are never to leave this house or the immediate grounds unless accompanied by me. If you try to call anyone or email anyone or talk to anyone, you will be punished severely and possibly terminated. Are we clear?"

"Very clear sir," she answered. This was exactly what she had expected. 

"Good answer," he said with a smile. "The last housekeeper tried just that and this is why you are replacing her. Then there is the matter of my children. They are never to find out that you are anymore than a live in housekeeper...ever. Do you understand the importance of this?"

"Yes sir," she answered.

"They may come to you with homework questions or confide in you or whatever and this is okay. You are to care for them like they were your own children. You may hate me all you want, but if I even suspect that you harbor any animosity towards my children, even though they are technically adults now, I will terminate you myself. Is this understood, Maureen?"

"Yes sir," she answered knowing that he meant every word of it.

"I need to also let you know that I run a technology company in the valley. I'll know if you try anything. I'll know your every move. I'll be tracking you daily."

Maureen nodded her understanding. Then John kicked his loafers off and unfastened his pants letting them drop to the floor. Maureen didn't need to hear the spoken command. She was trained not to hesitate. She walked closer to him leaning in to kiss him. He kissed her back hard, grabbing her large breasts and kneading them roughly. Maureen pulled back and dropped to her knees. She reached into his underpants, freeing his already hard cock. He was quite large and Maureen found herself admiring it and thanking god that, if she was to have a master that he would be well endowed like Mr. Smith.

She stroked his cock, and then opened her mouth taking most of his cock between her lips. He groaned in approval as she expertly worked her lips up and down his thick shaft. Maureen knew that she was good. Amanda had told her on many occasions that she was the best that she had ever trained. Maureen relaxed her throat and took him all the way in letting his pubic hairs tickle her nose.

"Oh fuck yes," he croaked. "You really were worth every last cent I paid for you."

Feeling very proud of herself, Maureen continued to suck his cock, working her lips down to the base again and again. She felt him tensing up and pulled back slightly letting him flood her mouth with his sperm. She had grown to love the taste of cum and she sucked out every last drop, swallowing it all. When she was finished she stood up straightening her clothes out.

"Was I good enough sir?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Mr. Smith pulled up his pants and slipped his loafers back on. "Yes that was very good Maureen," he said smiling. "Dinner is in an hour. You may go now."

Maureen hurried out of the room and down to the kitchen where she got herself a glass of water. Sucking cock always made her thirsty. She frowned as she looked around the kitchen. It was exquisitely furnished, with two ovens, a massive grill and stovetop and utensils of every kind imaginable. There was one big problem though. The only thing Maureen knew how to cook was toast. This could end up very badly. There was a note on the stainless steel refrigerator though. It had a sample two week menu. It must have been left over from the last 'house keeper'. At least it was something to go off of.

She wondered if she would get shocked if she asked for some cooking books. She wondered if her expert cock sucking would be enough to offset her lack of domestic skills. She had no doubt that she could clean and take care of everything else.

Just like her notes had said, the family all marched into the kitchen at five thirty ready to eat. It was the first time she had seen the son. He was very much like his sister, only taller and fairly muscular like his father. The whole family was lean and athletic. Maureen was the odd one out with her curvy, lush body. She was definitely not an athlete. 

"Maureen, this is my son Mark and you've met my daughter Mary," John said. "We're glad you're with us Maureen, and we can't wait to see what magic you've cooked up for us tonight."

Maureen started to perspire. She had never made meatloaf or mashed potatoes and that's what she had cooked up for the family. How could she possibly mess that up? It was her first time making either and they both looked watery and unappetizing, at least to Maureen. She served the family and then excused herself to the pantry.

"Maureen!" Her new master roared.

Maureen dropped the cans that she was holding and ran to the kitchen. Once there, she ducked just in time to miss the plate flying at her face. It shattered against the cabinets, leaving a brown and white mess dripping onto the floor.

"Are you trying to poison us?" John Smith asked.

"N...no," Maureen managed weekly, hands instinctively going to her neck.

The twins just stared open mouthed at their father.

"Is this your idea of a joke? I bring you into my house and this is what I get?"

Maureen stood there shaking. Tears were streaming down her face. Her mouth opened and closed in an effort to apologize but no sound came out.

"Get your shoes on," he shouted at the kids. "We're going out for real food." 

With that, everyone got up and left the kitchen. Maureen heard the front door open and slam shut and then she heard one of the expensive cars outside, start up and drive away. She was alone in the house. She could escape! 

Maureen ran to the back of the house and opened the door. It opened up to a large wooden deck with steps down to a large, in-ground pool and then a large well manicured lawn unfolded and led to a thick wooded area. She didn't run though. She remembered his warnings. He had to have cameras or motion detectors. To run now might mean certain death. There could even be a GPS device built into her choker. It was safer to stay and learn. She could be patient. She had to be patient. She was so upset that she had failed her new master though. She felt guilty. He had paid good money for her and she had let him down. She turned and went back into the house. 

After cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and clearing the table, Maureen grabbed a handful of cook books from the kitchen shelf that she had missed earlier and took them back to her room. She opened up the first one and started to read it from front to back. She was determined not to have a repeat of tonight's episode. 

She hadn't realized how tired she was and fell asleep reading. She didn't hear the family come home hours later. The click of her chamber door locking woke her up. John Smith was standing there looking at her. Maureen just laid there looking up at him.

"There will be no more repeats of tonight. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir," she said sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up and take off your skirt," he commanded.

Maureen wiggled out of her tight fitting skirt, exposing her naked sex. She hadn't been given any panties to wear that morning when they gave her this outfit. She was shaved bald as Amanda had trained her to be. John obviously approved as he smiled and unfastened his pants.

"I hope you're ready for me," he said as he pulled off his underwear and crawled onto the bed.

"I'll always be ready for you sir," Maureen replied automatically. She really was well trained.

John climbed on top of her, rubbing his cock head up and down her moist slit. Maureen was already wet. She was surprised that he was so horny that he didn't have time to fully undress her. She knew that he loved her large breasts. His eyes drifted down to her chest every time he saw her. She was also surprised that she was wet. Were slaves supposed to be turned on by their masters? It didn't matter. He deserved her body after the lousy meal she had tried to serve him.

Maureen grunted as John entered her. He was very thick. He pushed his cock all the way in and then started to fuck her hard. Maureen wrapped her legs around his waist and then closed her eyes enjoying his cock deep inside her. John fucked her furiously like a man who hadn't had sex in a long time. It made Maureen sad to think that John was this lonely. Her sadness was short lived as she started to orgasm. Her whole body shook as she came and she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming. John came a few seconds after she did; pumping is jism deep inside her.

"Oh fuck that was good," he said collapsing on top of her. "That almost makes up for dinner. But not quite."

"I'm sorry sir," Maureen said as John pulled out of her and then got off the bed.

"You will be sorry if tomorrow doesn't get any better. You have your schedule and I expect it followed to the letter," he said pulling his pants on and leaving the room.

Maureen lay in her bed a few minutes more feeling his cum leak out of her pussy and not caring if it stained her sheets. This wasn't so bad. He was very handsome and apart from his grumpy disposition, he didn't seem too bad. She wondered what tomorrow would have in store. If it ended like tonight it would be a good day. She got off the bed and went in to draw a bath and afterwards she slept like a log. It had really been a long day, both emotionally and physically draining.

The next morning the sun was shining brightly through the sheer curtains. Maureen pulled back the covers and stretched. She smiled for a moment and then jumped out of bed in a hurry. If the sun was shining, then she was probably late making breakfast and that could mean punishment.

Maureen hurriedly got dressed, putting on a very short white skirt and a tight pink blouse that clung to her massive breasts. After finally getting ready, she ran out of her chambers towards the kitchen. It was empty, but there were signs of breakfast. There were breadcrumbs by the toaster and coffee cups in the sink. Then she saw the note on the refrigerator. It was from John and it said simply that he had to fly out on an emergency business meeting but that he would be back by tomorrow night. 

Despite the fact that she was starting to feel comfortable here, Maureen saw this as a golden opportunity to escape. If he was out of state then he couldn't monitor her. If she got far enough away from the house then she could find someone to take the shock collar off of her. She kicked off her high heel shoes, and ran out the back door. She nearly slipped on the wet stairs of the deck as she flew down them. Once on the back lawn she sprinted as fast as she could. She was going to get home and see her parents and get her life back again. No more fixing dinner for assholes that didn't appreciate them. She ran faster than she had ever ran before, picking up speed as she neared the wooded area at the end of the lawn.

Two steps before reaching the safety of the trees, Maureen's world went black with pain. She collapsed to the ground in a massive convulsion. The pain was unbearable. She couldn't breathe or move a single muscle. After a minute the shock stopped. Maureen rolled over and vomited. She looked up at the house but there wasn't anyone around. She got to her knees and then to her feet. She was so close to the trees. With tears streaming down her face she lurched for the trees one more time, only to be painfully shocked again. She blacked out.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"Who is she?"

"She's our new housekeeper. I think she has epilepsy or something?"

Maureen opened her eyes to see Mark and another boy looking down at her.

"Are you ok?" Mark asked squatting down.

Maureen mouthed the word yes, but no sound came out. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She only remembered that she had managed to crawl back towards the house a few yards and that the shocks had stopped. She tried to sit up but was unable to. Mark reached down and helped her up, keeping his arm around her so she wouldn't fall back down.

"Um...you should go home," Mark said to his friend. "I'll help her up to the house."

"Okay," the other boy answered, turning and walking away. "We'll get together tomorrow or something," he said over his shoulder as he walked away. 

Mark walked Maureen up the lawn toward the house. His hand brushed against the underside of her breasts a few times. He tried to position himself so that it wouldn't happen but it just wasn't possible supporting Maureen's weight as he helped her towards the house. Helping her up the steps was the hardest part but somehow they managed. 

By the time they were in the kitchen, Maureen was able to support herself against the counter. Mark got her a glass of water.

"Thank you," Maureen squeaked. "I don't know what I would have done without you." She drained the glass and Mark filled it up again for her again.

"Should I call a doctor? Did you have a seizure?" he asked. 

"Yes," Maureen lied. "I'm prone to seizures. I didn't take my medication this morning. Please don't tell your father."

"I have to. He put me in charge of the house and...well I just have to. You don't know what it's like here and the problems we've had with your kind of people." He said, frowning and looking at the floor.

"Mark, do you think you could help me to my room?" Maureen asked.




Maureen's Abduction Ch. 02



Mark's face was turning red and he was looking away. "Yes," he said meekly.

He walked over to her and put his arm around her back again and Maureen leaned into him. Her breast was mashed against him and she looked down at herself seeing why he was so uncomfortable. Her blouse had torn, exposing some of her chest and considerable cleavage. As they made their way to Maureen's chambers, she looked over and saw that his shorts were tenting out a little bit. She was giving him an erection. He was twisting his body slightly as they were walking to try to hide it but, again holding most of Maureen's weight it was impossible.

Maureen knew that if he told his father what he had seen, she would be punished. Her master would know the truth. She wasn't prone to seizures...she had tried to escape. There had to be some kind of wireless security system. She had crossed the threshold and it had activated her shock collar. He would know she was escaping and he might even have her killed. She wasn't ready to die.

Mark had escorted Maureen into her room and helped her sit on the bed. He turned to walk away, but Maureen grabbed his hand.

"Please Mark. You don't have to tell him about my seizure. I really need this job."

"I have to. I'm in charge and he would be really disappointed in me if I kept something like this from him. He needs to know," Mark said turning toward the door.

Maureen had to think quickly. She had to convince him not to tell. Why was he being so difficult? He was only eighteen. Why was he such a hard ass?

"Don't go yet," she said. "I could have died out there. I haven't really thanked you for saving me."

"What do you mean?" he asked turning to face her. He placed his other hand over his shorts in an attempt to conceal his erection. "I..." he stammered.

"Thank you," Maureen said looking up into his eyes. He really did look a lot like his father. "Please don't tell your father what you saw today. He would fire me and I really need this job." 

Maureen gently pulled him closer to the bed. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her chest out and gave him her best lost-puppy-dog eyes, pouting her lips.

"I have to," he said, resigned to his duty. He had a strong sense of responsibility and loyalty to his father, but his eyes kept drifting down to her bust.

"I'll do anything if you don't tell him," Maureen said. She was inwardly horrified at what she was willing to do to make Mark keep this secret, but her life depended on it. "Anything," she said again.

Maureen reached her other hand out and placed it on Mark's thigh. He shuddered and his erection seemed to grow, pushing the fabric of his shorts out even further. He gulped, eyes growing wide. Maureen brushed her hand over the front of his shorts. 

"Is that for me?" she asked.

"I should go," Mark said so quietly that it was barely a whisper. He didn't pull away though. 

Maureen pulled him closer so that his crotch was inches away from her chest. She pulled his hand closer and placed it on her chest. He didn't pull it way.

"You've been looking at these since I arrived. You can have them whenever you want them," she said.

Mark just stared at her open mouthed and wide eyed. Maureen figured correctly that he had never even been on a date, let alone feel up a girl before. She was about to give him another first.

She quickly pulled his shorts down to his knees, freeing his erection. Mark tried to escape but Maureen grabbed his cock firmly, before he could. He gasped as she squeezed it hard and pulled him closer to him. Then she started to stroke his cock slowly.

"You'll keep our little secret won't you?" she asked, leaning over and kissing his cock head.

Mark shuddered and nodded his head yes, unable to speak. Maureen took her other hand and started to fondle his balls as she jacked him off.

"You won't say a word about finding me outside near the trees, will you?" she asked.

Again, Mark nodded his agreement. He groaned in pleasure as Maureen continued to stroke his cock. He was starting to thrust his hips forward in time with Maureen's hand.

"I'm going to make you cum Mark," she said. "Do you want to cum on my big tits or in my mouth?"

That was a question that Mark had never dreamed he would have to answer. He was stumped.

"I'm....uh..." He stammered. 

"I'll decide for you then," she said.

Maureen could tell that he was getting ready to cum. His cock was pulsing. This would seal the deal. She was fairly sure that he would keep both of their little secrets after this. She decided to sweeten the pot, just in case though.

"If you promise not to tell anyone about how you found me outside or what we're doing now, I'll make sure that we get to do this again. Do we have a deal?" she asked.

"Mark nodded his head. "D...deal." He stammered. He was so close to cumming. 

"Most of all you promise not to say a word to your father?" Maureen asked, stroking him faster.

Mark nodded his head in agreement and then his whole body tensed. Maureen slid onto the floor, in front of Mark and opened her mouth wide just as he started to cum. She jacked him off into her mouth, enjoying the taste of his cum. She let some of it leak out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her chest. Maureen then took his entire cock into her mouth, sucking him dry.

When he was spent, Maureen pulled her mouth off of his cock and then scooped up some of his cum from her chin with her finger and licked it off for him.

"That was yummy," she said. "Thank you."

Mark just stood there gawking at her. He had just gotten his first hand job and he was still in shock. He hurriedly pulled his pants up and ran out of the room. Maureen felt pretty confident that she had just guaranteed Mark's silence. She shut her door and peeled off her cloths. Her entire body ached. She needed a hot bath like never before in her life. 

She didn't see either of the twins the rest of the afternoon. She worried that she had emotionally damaged Mark, but it was a life or death decision she had made. Besides, he was eighteen and would be off to college next year. Maureen busied herself with cleaning the house. As she made her way around the house cleaning and tidying up, she was inspecting it for cameras and other electronic devices. She was forbidden to enter John's office, no matter what. She was pretty sure that the controls for whatever security system he had in place, were in there. He had also told her that there were cameras and motion sensors in his office as well as other security measures. She wasn't about to go in there. If she could only find a way to disable the sensors outside she might have a chance to escape and find someone that could remove the collar for her. She would have to be patient though. She would just keep looking and biding her time. When she wasn't cleaning she was scouring her cooking books.

For dinner, she tried a simple chicken and potato dinner that actually turned out right. It was too bad that John was out of town to observer her progress, but she was determined to make his coming home dinner just as great.

The twins ate in silence. Mark wouldn't even look at her when she served him. She was wearing a more conservative outfit after her bath, but as busty as she was, it was impossible to hide her curves. Mary was her usual quiet nasty self. Maureen made a conscious decision to try to get through to her. Getting them both on her side was her best bet of escape. 

After eating, Mark quickly excused himself and retreated to his room. Mary did the same a few minutes later. Maureen cleared the table and washed the dishes. When she was finished she found some ice cream in the freezer and decided that she would see if Mary was interested.

As she neared Mary's room she could hear her talking on the phone.

"Yes he's coming over tonight. Dad's out of town and our new housekeeper is as oblivious as a rock."

"Yes. You know I'm not."

"We are."

"Yes I'm going to." Then Mary broke out into uncontrollable giggles.

So she was planning on bringing a boy over. This was where Maureen faced a dilemma. She was charged with making sure the kids were okay, but her master had never said that they couldn't have friends over. He didn't give her any guidance or instruction whatsoever. In her old life, real life, she would have been horrified. She had morals. Now she was just confused all the time. Was she losing her morals? Were they long gone?

She decided to check in on Mark. His door was shut so she rapped on it lightly. No answer. It wasn't locked so she opened it slowly and peeked in, not wanting to disturb him if he was asleep. 

He was lying on his bed with his cock in his hand furiously masturbating. His eyes were closed and he had on his headphones. Maureen watched, spellbound, as he jacked himself off.

"Oh that's it Maureen," he was saying under his breath. "Suck my cock."

He was fantasizing about her and masturbating. Maureen quietly shut the door and smiled. She had made an impression on young Mark. He definitely wasn't going to be a problem at all.

She made her way back to the kitchen and finished tidying up and then grabbed an armful of cookbooks and retired to her chambers. She read and read until her eyes grew tired. All the while, she took concise notes. It wasn't much different than studying for a college class and she had always been an A student. She had learned more about cooking in the last two days than she had in all the previous years of her existence. She could do this. She could learn to cook and service her new master until the time was right to escape. Always the ultimate goal was to escape. The opportunity would come in time.

She thought she heard a muffled crash from upstairs. Maureen had slipped out of her clothes and had put on a button up nightgown. It wasn't the sexiest thing she could have worn but it did cover her up and she was warm in it. She quietly made her way upstairs. First she went over to Mark's door. He must have been fast asleep, because there was no light escaping from under his door. Then she went back to Mary's door. There was a light on in there. She could hear the unmistakable sound of two people talking quietly. This must be Mary's boyfriend in there with her.

Maureen pressed her ear against the door so the she could hear them better.

"No, I'm not a virgin, but I just don't know," she heard Mary say.

"Come on baby. You've been teasing me since we met," they boyfriend said. He sounded much older than Mary. In fact he sounded older than Maureen. This couldn't be good.

"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you what I can do," Mary said.

Then Maureen heard some shuffling and then she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. The man groaned and then Maureen could hear Mary slurping on his cock. She knew what most men liked. She was experienced, at least as far as blowjobs were concerned. Maureen was dying to look inside but she didn't want to get caught peeping. She was undecided if she should put a stop to this or not. They were both adults in there though, so for now, Maureen decided just to listen and wait.

Mary's sloppy blowjob continued for quite a while, until finally the man grunted. Maureen knew that he was cumming in Mary's mouth. She could hear Mary cooing around his cock as she let him cum in her mouth swallowing his load. The man groaned one last time.

"That was worth the wait baby," he said.

"Thank you," Mary replied. "You deserved it."

"Let me return the favor," he said. "Take off your jeans."

Maureen could hear Mary wiggling out of her tight jeans and then she heard her plop down on the bed. A few minutes later, Maureen heard Mary moaning. She could only imagine what was happening. It had been days since anyone had eaten her out. She had a wicked thought of training Mark to service her. That would be the ultimate irony. A slave training her masters son to serve her. Maureen suppressed a giggle at the thought. 

The moaning had stopped. Something wasn't right in Mary's room.

"Please don't," Mary said. 

"Shut up and enjoy it," the man said.

"No," Mary said with more urgency. That was enough for Maureen and she barged into Mary's room.

Mary was naked on the bed. Maureen took a moment to take in her body. She was tall and lean, built like an athlete. Here breasts were medium sized, much larger than Maureen would have guessed. Both of her shoulders were heavily tattooed. Maureen wondered if John knew that his daughter had tattoos.

The man was naked from the waist down and turned to face the doorway when Maureen stormed in. He was much older than Maureen, with touches of grey around his temples. 

"Who the fuck are you?" he said defensively. "Get out!"

"No you get out!" Maureen commanded and stood to the side pointing at the open doorway. 

Mary took this opportunity to hop off the bed, her perky breasts jiggling and smacked the man right across the face. He was in the process of pulling up his pants and raised a closed fist. He was going to punch the girl. Maureen jumped between him and Mary, growling at him.

"If you lay one hand on her, I will kill you," she roared. "Get the fuck out of this house now and do not return."

The look on his face showed that he believed Maureen. He was a typical bully that when confronted, would back down every time. He quickly fastened his pants, grabbed his shoes and ran out of the room. They could hear him stomping all the way down the stairs and out the front door. He slammed it hard behind him.

Mary was beside herself in tears and Maureen pulled her into a tight embrace. "It's ok," she said. "He won't be coming back."

Mary sobbed against Maureen's shoulder for a long time until she finally pulled away. "I'm okay," Mary said.

"If you need me I'll be in my room," Maureen said turning to leave. "You can wake me if you need to."

"Maureen?" Mary called out.

"Yes?" Maureen said, turning to face the stunningly beautiful naked girl behind her.

"Thank you," Mary said. "I won't forget this. Please don't tell dad."

"I won't, "Maureen answered.

Maureen smiled and then left, shutting the door behind her. Mary wasn't as tough as she pretended to be, or as nasty. She smiled all the way down to her chambers. She seemed to have both twins on her side now. She had a chance. Maureen slept soundly that night, dreaming about Mary. She couldn't get the vision of her naked body out of her mind. Before her training she had never thought of being with another woman. She was fundamentally changed.

The next day was a school day and the twins were out of the house by seven a.m. Maureen had their lunches all packed as per her instructions, although she thought they both probably threw them away the moment they were away from the house. Mark usually drove them to school in a brand new four wheel drive truck. Maureen wondered why Mary never drove or which car was hers. The house had a detached four car garage with the truck, a BMW, an SUV, and a Corvette. Mr. Smith always drove the Mercedes that he parked in the driveway.

Maureen spent the day cleaning and reading her cook books. She was preparing spaghetti and French bread for dinner. She was amazed at how well stocked the pantry was. In fact, John Smith had a weekly delivery at the house, every Monday, from the grocery store. It made managing the house much easier for Maureen. It also kept her from having to leave the house and risk her escaping. 

Dinner that night was a great success. Mr. Smith even commented on how delicious it was and even Mary seemed happy. She kept looking over at Maureen throughout dinner. Maureen wondered what was on her mind and if she was going to approach her to talk. The only one who seemed distant still was Mark. Maureen knew that she was going to have to approach him later and make sure that he didn't have a breakdown. 

After dinner, Maureen was scrubbing pots in the sink, when her master walked in and leaned against the counter.

"Thank you," he said staring at her.

"Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it," Maureen answered, talking about dinner.

"I'm not talking about the pasta," he said. "Mary told me what you did last night. That's way beyond what I expected of you," he said looking uncomfortable. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Maureen said, smiling and blushing. "I'd do it again. I won't let anything happen to the twins."

"I believe you," Mr. Smith answered. "Follow me."

He walked back to his office with Maureen following behind. Once in, he shut the door.

"I have something to show my gratitude," he said and then picked up a small box from his desk. "This is for you."

Maureen took the box and opened it. It contained a bottle of perfume. Maureen applied some to her wrist and smelled it. It was exquisite!

"I picked this up from Paris for someone else I know but you actually deserve it more," he replied. "It's very expensive. I'd like it if you wore it every day actually." 

"I don't know what to say," Maureen said. She didn't know what to think either.

She didn't have time to think as her master stepped closer and pulled her into a tight embrace, crushing her massive breasts between them and then kissed her passionately. Maureen responded in kind and their tongues were darting between each other's mouths. John reached down between Maureen's legs and palmed her sex. She was already wet and he easily inserted a finger in her pussy. Maureen squirmed against him placing her hand on his crotch rubbing his cock through his pants.

John picked Maureen up and placed her on his desk. He quickly hiked up her skirt, exposing her moist slit. He unfastened his pants letting them drop to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear either. He quickly penetrated her and started fucking her hard. Maureen wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He pawed her heavy breasts over her blouse as he fucked her. It didn't take Maureen long to orgasm. She was still worked up from thinking about Mary all day. She shuddered in orgasm and her pussy clenched around John's cock. That was all it took for John and he erupted inside her moments later. 

"Oh fuck I needed that," he said when he was finished. He fastened his pants and then dismissed her. "That will be all."

Maureen hopped off of the desk, smoothing her skirt and then walked out of John's office. She was completely conflicted now. Was he falling for her? Why did he give her a gift and fuck her and dismiss her so quickly? Did the twins suspect anything? What happened to the last housekeeper?

Maureen's head was spinning as she finished up in the kitchen and then retired to her chambers. She fell asleep while reading another cook book, but not before she set the small mechanical alarm clock beside the bed. She wasn't about to miss another breakfast.

The next morning she had bacon and pancakes ready for everyone before they woke up, even John was impressed.

"Much better," he said. "You impress me more and more each day. The coffee is a little weak though."

Maureen blushed at the compliment. "Thank you sir," she replied sincerely.

After breakfast, John and the twins headed out to the car and Maureen was left alone in the big house for the rest of the day. She checked the schedule on the side of the fridge. John had a late meeting and Mark was working at the video store. It would just be her and Mary for dinner.

Maureen spent the better part of the day snooping around outside looking for sensors or cameras as she tidied up the deck and porch. There were no cameras in the entire house that Maureen could see, except what she had seen in John's office. She wondered if he filmed their sexual encounters. She did find what she thought were sensors at each corner of the house and there was also a small antenna on the roof that she couldn't recognize as anything she'd ever seen before. She wondered if the sensors at the corners of the house were relays that went out to the edge of the property. 




Maureen's Abduction Ch. 02



That night she had chicken strips and French fries ready for dinner. She had extra plates in the fridge for John and Mark to heat up later when they came home. Mary ate in silence, while Maureen tinkered around in the kitchen. Mary came in the kitchen after finishing, handing her plate to Maureen.

"Can I ask you something Maureen?" she asked.

"Of course, Mary." 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"I...I used to until just recently." Maureen answered. That was partly true. She had been dating a great guy and was actually planning on going out with him the day after she had been abducted. 

"I never see you leave the house. Do you ever?" she asked.

"I do when it suits me," Maureen lied. "Don't you worry about me," Maureen replied trying to appear busier than she actually was. These questions were making her uncomfortable, bringing up thoughts that Maureen had been trying hard to repress. 

"It's just..." Mary started. "I don't know...you seem like you're so experienced in life and you're only a maid?"

"Mary, I wouldn't be doing this job if I didn't want to be here, and the money is really good." Maureen's lies were coming so easily now that she was starting to believe them herself. "What is it that you're getting at," Maureen asked.

"Are you a Christian?" Mary asked

"No," Maureen answered quickly, slightly shocked at the question.

"What do you think about sex?" Mary asked next.

Maureen blinked. "I...that's a pretty big question Mary. Are you asking if I enjoy sex or if I think its okay that you're sexually active?"

"Both," Mary said with a laugh.

Maureen sighed. "Okay." She put down the dish towel and leaned back against the counter, giving Mary her full attention. "First of all, let's make a pact that neither of us tells your father about this conversation."

"I promise!" Mary said enthusiastically.

"Well." Maureen said staring at the beautiful young woman across the kitchen from her. She was just too tired to worry about the moral implications of anything she was doing. She was just a slave after all. "I do enjoy sex. Do you?"

"Yes...I mean I haven't had sex much," Mary said looking a little embarrassed. "I've only had two boyfriends that were serious enough that we had sex. Usually I just hook up with guys and...you know."

It was like Mary was starving to unload on a mother figure and Maureen, as new to Mary as she was, was fitting the bill. 

"I think so." Maureen answered. "Do you mean blowjobs and hand jobs?" She asked.

"Yes," Mary answered, looking only slightly uncomfortable. "Do you like giving blowjobs to your boyfriends?" 

Laughing, Maureen answered "Yes I do." She actually did enjoy oral sex now, although she didn't think John, Mark or the rest of the men she had been with over the past few weeks would count as boyfriends.

"Do you ever let them cum in your mouth?" Mary asked, moving closer to Maureen.

"Yes, almost always. I almost always swallow it all too," she said grinning.

"Really?" Mary replied, eyes wide. "I...when you came into my room the other night...that was the first time I ever swallowed. I actually liked it."

"How did you meet that guy I kicked out of the house?" Maureen asked. "He was a real loser."

"Online," Mary answered. "I met him in a chat room and we hooked up. I've done that a couple of times."

"That has to stop Mary," Maureen said. "I don't care what you do, and I'm not your mother, but it's just too dangerous."

"I know," Mary said sheepishly.

"Aren't there any guys in your school that you like?" Maureen asked as they both sat down at the dining room table.

"Well yes but...they don't..." Mary started to blush. As graphic as this conversation already was, Maureen couldn't imagine why.

"Spit it out girl," she said leaning forward.

"They aren't...They're not big enough. There I've said it. I'm a size queen," Mary said. "I know you already think I'm a slut."

"No I don't, "Maureen said quietly reaching over and touching the young girls arm. "I don't. I'll never judge you and I'm not judging you now."

Maureen had heard the term 'size queen' before. She knew it meant a woman that only enjoyed men who were extremely well endowed. Little did Mary know that there were two extremely well endowed men living under the same roof with her. Maureen thought that she could be considered a size queen herself. She wondered if Mary would enjoy The Ox and his massive cock. 

"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm a bit of a size queen myself but I can still enjoy a man who is average, and I'm sure you can too," Maureen said trying to comfort the girl and steer this conversation into the realm of normal again.

Mary smiled a little. "What's the biggest cock you ever had?"

Maureen laughed out loud at that. "Let's just say that I've had some very large ones."

"You know the guy you kicked out of the house had the biggest cock I've ever had. I could barely get half of it in my mouth. If only he wouldn't have been so nasty. Thanks for talking with me. I've got to get my homework done," Mary said and then abruptly got up and went upstairs.

Maureen finished putting the dishes away and then made her way back to her chamber. She heard Mark and John come in the front door. John poked his head in her door. 

"I'm going to bed. Do not disturb me no matter what," he said and then left. Maureen could hear him stomping up the stairs. He wouldn't be bothering her again this evening. 

Maureen shut her door and took off her blouse and bra, letting her massive breasts flop free. She cupped them in her hands admiring herself in the mirror. Just then there was a light knocking on her door. She quickly grabbed a silk robe, wrapped it around herself and then opened the door. It was Mark.

"Mark! Come on in," she said. "What can I do for you?"

"I...I don't ever want to bother you but...." He glanced at the floor, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"You're no bother Mark. What is it?" Maureen asked looking at him.

"Ever since the other day, I can't get you out of my mind," he said, the words pouring out of his mouth. "I can't concentrate in school. I keep messing up in practice. I get...I get erec..."

"You get erections all the time?" Maureen finished for him and then looked down, noticing that his sweatpants were tenting out slightly.

"Yes," he croaked. "I don't know what to...I don't know." 

"Mark. I'm sorry." Maureen said stepping closer to him. She opened her robe and let it slip off of her shoulders.

Mark's eyes opened as wide as saucers at the sight of Maureen's massive breasts and thick, dark nipples. Maureen walked closer, mashing her chest against Mark, and then she kissed him. Mark froze at first, letting Maureen's full lips press against his. He soon parted his lips, letting Maureen's tongue snake inside his mouth and then they were kissing each other passionately like two teenagers at a drive-in. Maureen sucked hard on Mark's tongue. He was fully hard now and Maureen could feel his cock poking against her through his sweatpants.

"I can help you," she said. "I know what you need. Let Maureen make it all better."

Maureen slid down to her knees and then pulled Mark's sweatpants down, letting his majestic cock swing into view. It smacked Maureen in the cheek.

"Be careful with that monster. You might hurt someone," Maureen said, giggling.

Maureen opened her mouth wide and slid her lips over the head of his thick cock taking half of him into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she started to work her mouth up and down his thick shaft. Neither of them noticed the door open a crack. 

Mary had come down to ask Maureen another question. She gasped when she what Mark was trying to shove down Maureen's throat.

She couldn't believe that her brother's cock was so large. It was fantastic and Maureen was taking nearly all of it in her mouth. Mary stood mesmerized watching Maureen suck her brother's cock. Mary had one hand stuffed down her pants playing with her clit as she watched the illicit encounter through the crack in the doorway.

Maureen tried to take Mark all the way down her throat, but he was just too large. She had gotten most of it in there and she knew that he would probably never get a blowjob this good with anyone else. She drooled around his cock as she pulled her mouth up to his cock head, letting her saliva leak down her chin and then she worked her lips down his cock again. Very few men had been able to last this long with Maureen and she was impressed with young Mark. She felt him start to tense and she wrapped her hand around his cock to stroke him as she released him from her mouth.

"Mark, I want you to cum all over my big tits," she said stroking his cock faster.

He grunted and shot thick ropes of cum across her exposed chest. Maureen stroked the last drop out of Mark's cock and then released him. His semen was dripping off her giant boobs and onto the carpet. 

"Oh, my god," he exclaimed when he was finished. He pulled up his sweatpants over his slowly deflating cock.

Maureen stood up, taking a washcloth off of her dresser to clean up his cum. "Mark. I want you to listen to me. Whenever you need relief, and it's safe and no one else is around, I want you to come to me," she said. "I will make it all better."

"Okay," he said.

"I know its tough being a teenager," She said to him, wiping the last of his cum from her breasts and walking over to him. "I'm not trying to make it tougher for you. I'm here to make it better." She kissed him on the cheek. "You better get out of here and get some sleep." 

Mary had long since fingered herself to orgasm watching Maureen suck Mark off, and had then run up to her room. When Mark left the hall was empty. Satisfied, he made his way up to his bedroom. He got undressed down to his boxers and sat down on his bed thinking about his dilemma. He couldn't get the new housekeeper and her luscious body out of his mind. She had just told that she would give him sexual relief whenever he needed it. It was a dream come true. He wondered if she would go so far as to let him fuck her. Better not to push his luck he thought.

Finished cleaning Mark's semen from her boobs, Maureen wrapped the silk robe around her and went to get a glass of water. The house was dark and quiet. Maureen decided to walk up stairs and make sure the twins were asleep. She walked up to Mary's room. The door was open and her desk light was on but the room was empty. She then walked over to Mark's room. His door was open a crack. That was the problem with this house. None of the doors shut completely without a little extra effort. She was going to have to get someone out to fix them. She heard talking inside and decided to sneak a peek in the room.

Mary was sitting on the bottom of the bed and Mark was laying there under the covers.

"I need to talk to you Mark," Mary said. "It's important."

"I'm really tired sis," he said. "Can't it wait until morning?"

"No," Mary said coldly. Maureen could tell that she was angry.

"What did I do now?" Mark said exasperatedly. "Did I accidentally take the wrong towel again or leave the toilet seat up. It's always something with you."

"No," Mary said shifting her position to face him. "It's something with you."

"What?" he asked.

"You better be honest with me, or I'll tell dad," she said.

Mark sat up at this. Nobody wanted to piss off dad in this house. "What?" Mark asked again.

"I saw you," Mary said simply.

"You saw me what?" Mark said.

"I saw you stuffing your cock down Maureen's throat!" Mary yelled.

Maureen suddenly felt sick to her stomach. This was going from bad to worse. Visions of being tortured and buried alive in a shallow grave filled her head.

Mark turned beet red. He had a look of pure terror on his face. 

"I saw Maureen sucking your cock, and I saw you cum all over her tits," Mary said. "I think dad would hurt you real bad if he ever found out."

"What a cold bitch!" Maureen thought. 

"I...don't tell dad," Mark stammered in a panic. "Please!" 

"Show me," Mary said.

"What?" Mark asked wide eyed.

"Show me your cock or I'll tell," Mary said.

Maureen couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mary was actually asking to see her brother's cock.

"You want me to what?" Mark said disbelievingly.

"Show me your cock or I'm going to tell dad everything," Mary said.

Maureen looked on through the opening of the doorway as Mark pulled back the covers. He was laying there in his boxers. The outline of his cock was obvious under the thin material though.

"Wow," Mary whispered. "You're not even hard and it's still huge."

Mark managed a weak smile.

"Take it out," Mary demanded.

Resigned to his fate, Mark reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out. Maureen had to admit that it was beautiful. Mary gasped at the size of it and then reached over and grasped it firmly in her hand. Mark stopped breathing for a moment. It looked even larger in Mary's small hand. Mary instinctively started to stroke his cock and it grew in her hand. Soon it was at its full length and girth.

"Don't hate me Mark," Mary said softly and then she leaned over on the bed and took as much of her brother's cock in her mouth as she could. 

Maureen was in shock. She was astounded that Mary would go to this extreme for sexual gratification. This was her own brother for god's sake.

"Mary...we can't ...you..." Mark protested weakly as his cock disappeared into his sister's mouth. 

Mary worked her way down Mark's thick cock as far as she could. It wasn't as far as Maureen had taken him but it was impressive none the less. Mark started to buck his hips, driving his cock into Mary's mouth. She took it like a pro. Maureen was starting to see that Mary was more experienced than she had let on.

With his cock still deep in her mouth, Mary wiggled out of her Jeans and socks. She pulled her mouth off of Mark's cock long enough to position her pussy over Mark's face.

"Lick my pussy, please," Mary said as she pressed her sex against Mark's mouth.

She took Mark's cock into her mouth again as Mark started to lick her pussy. Maureen watched them sixty-nine through the doorway. Mark had placed his hands on his sister's hips guiding her movements as he ate her. He must have been doing something right. Mary squealed around his cock. After a few more moments, Mary got off of Mark and lay back on the bed.

"I need that big thing inside me Mark," she said huskily. "Fuck me."

Mark didn't need any further invitation. He moved up onto his sister and started to push his cock into her pussy. Mary arched her back and closed her eyes, whimpering in pleasure as Mark stuffed his monster cock into her.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" She cried out. "You're so big."

Mark was all the way in now and started fucking her hard. Maureen heard a noise behind her. John was coming out of his bedroom door. She had no choice but to quickly get inside of the bedroom or be found out and risk punishment.

Maureen quickly jumped into the bedroom and quietly shut the door behind her. She was pretty sure that she hadn't been seen by John. She listened by the door, but couldn't hear anything. He never bothered her in her chambers at night. That was strange in and of itself. She was distracted by Mary grunting on the bed behind her. 

Maureen turned around and made eye contact with Mary. She was still being pounded hard, by Mark. She started convulsing and biting her lip to stop from screaming. She was cumming hard. Maureen was slightly jealous. She had wanted to be Mark's first fuck. She was pretty sure that he had been a virgin before tonight.

Mark pulled his cock out of Mary's pussy with a wet plop.

"Are you...are you okay?" He asked. Mary's eyes had rolled back into her head and her breathing was ragged.

"She's okay Mark," Maureen said walking over to the bed. "You just fucked her brains out and she had a mind blowing orgasm."

Mark nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Maureen's voice. 

"I...I...don't tell dad," he stammered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Maureen said reaching down and grabbing Marks throbbing cock. "That was an amazing show you put on for me. Do you think you could use that thing on me now?'

Mary had recovered and sat up on the bed. She was smiling at Maureen. "Give it to her Mark. I want to watch."

Maureen released Marks wet cock and opened her robe.

Mary gasped. "My god your boobs are so big," she said.

Maureen got up on the bed and laid back. "Mark come here and give me that thing. I've been dreaming about it all day."

Mark cracked a big smile and climbed on top of Maureen. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. Mark took it from there and slid his cock inside her to the hilt. Maureen gasped at his size. "Oh fuck...that's good Mark. Fuck me."

Mark pulled his cock nearly all the way out and then plunged it back inside of her. Soon he was fucking her furiously. The whole room was filled with the wet smacking of their sex.

Mary had crawled up the bed beside them and had one of Maureen's massive tits in her hand squeezing it. Then she leaned over taking the hard, elongated nipple in her mouth biting it hard and sucking it into her mouth. Maureen had always had sensitive nipples and Mary's mouth combined with Mark's cock in her pussy pushed her over the edge. She started cumming in buckets.

"Ung....ung....I'm cumming...ung," she groaned as her pussy contracted around Mark's thick cock.

Mark grunted once and then flooding Maureen's pussy with his cum. Maureen could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he came. When he was finished he pulled out of Maureen and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Mary sat up and watched her brother's semen leak out of Maureen's pussy and onto the sheets.

"Now that's going to leave a BIG stain!" she said laughing.

They all lay there quietly for a moment, but surprisingly Mark was the first to speak.

"I...that was great," he said.

"Yes it was," Mary said looking over at her brother. "It won't be the last time either," she said defiantly.

Maureen sat up against the headboard. "Look...I don't care what you two do. In fact, I better be a part of it!" she said smiling. "We have to be careful though. If your father ever found out, well, that would be the end of it and most probably the end of me."

The End of Chapter 2



Maureen's Abduction Ch. 03



(Thanks again to ET, PennLady and Meg. This is the thrilling finale...at least for now....stay tuned for more and give me your comments if you do want more chapters. )

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"We understand," Mary said. Mark nodded as well.

Maureen got up and slipped her robe back on. "What happened to the last housekeeper?"

"We don't know. We think she was having an affair with the delivery driver. She was sick a lot too. The funny thing is that she had the same tattoo that you do and she wore the same type of jewelry."

Maureen frowned. So she wasn't the first slave brought into this family. "I've got to get some sleep. Mary...get to your room before you get in trouble. I'll see you both in the morning," Maureen said and then left the room.

She quietly made her way through the house. There was no sign of John and she was pretty sure that he hadn't been to her room. She knew she was playing a dangerous game with the twins. She also needed to talk to Mary about birth control. It wouldn't do to have her pregnant. No. That wouldn't do at all.

The next morning, Maureen was awakened by her door clicking shut. Groggily, she looked over at the alarm clock. It was only five o'clock. The covers were pulled back, revealing her luscious, naked body. John had come in. This was a first. Maureen moaned as she felt his tongue between her legs. He was eating her out for the first time. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer. He was good. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed this. Oral sex was a daily occurrence with Amanda and the other girls during her training. Just as she was bout to cum, he pulled away. Maureen opened her eyes looking up at John as he entered her. This was definitely the way to wake up in the morning. The sex was rough and quick. He pulled out of her after a few minutes and shot his load on her stomach.

"We're having a guest for dinner," he said fastening his pants. "I want you looking your best and I want this house spotless. I have tonight's menu and your instructions posted on the fridge," he finished and then got up and left. 

A guest? Maureen wondered who on earth would be coming over. Nobody called the house line, and the twins rarely talked about anyone outside of the house. As she stepped into the shower, Maureen tried to imagine who would be coming over and if it would be a chance to contact the outside world and her parents. 

The house was empty by the time Maureen left her chambers. She checked the menu that John had left her. It was easy enough. Steak and shrimp with salad and ice cream for desert. Maureen spent the rest of the day cleaning the house. She cleaned and tidied up every inch of the house except for her master's office. 

By the time five o'clock came, the dinner was almost done and she was dressed in her most professional outfit. It wasn't as revealing as most of the other clothes that she had. It was a medium length black dress. With her apron on, she looked almost like a maid from Victorian England. 

The twins came in around five thirty and immediately went upstairs to get changed. Maureen grabbed Mary as she was heading up the stairs.

"Who's coming to dinner and why are you kids changing?" she asked.

"Oh...You don't know?" Mary said disbelievingly.

"No," Maureen said simply.

"Katy is coming over," Mary said. 

"Who's Katy?" Maureen asked.

"Dad's fiancée," Mary answered, and then ran up the stairs.

He's engaged? Maureen's first thought was that John was an asshole. He had fucked her and thus cheated on his fiancé only this morning. Maureen almost laughed out loud at that thought. A man that kept a real slave couldn't be anything less than an asshole anyway. Maureen found herself getting angrier and angrier the more she thought about it. Was she jealous? That thought was even more absurd. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Maureen hurried out to greet the guest. Katy wasn't quite what Maureen was expecting. She was shorter than Maureen and had shoulder length, curly blonde hair. She was petite, but sported a pair of impressive breasts that jutted out from her small frame. Maureen could tell just from looking at her, that Katy had a sour disposition. This could be a long evening.

"I hope dinner's ready Maureen?" John asked.

"Yes sir, it is," Maureen responded taking John and Katy's jackets and hanging them on the rack by the door.

"Are the kids ready for dinner?" he asked next.

"Yes sir, they are," Maureen responded. "Should I call them down?"

"Yes. Thank you," John answered, leading Katy down the hall towards the dining room.

"She's much better mannered than your previous help John, although she's a little on the fat side," Katy said to John, not caring one bit if Maureen could hear her or not. "Are you sure you want to have that lack of discipline modeled in front of the twins? She must cost you a fortune in food." 

They continued down the hall until their conversation became a faint hum. Maureen was livid. "Fat?" she said under her breath. "That anorexic, stuck up bitch is calling me fat?"

Maureen didn't hear Mary and Mark come down the stairs. 

"Yes. Isn't our future mother lovely?" Mary said sarcastically as she sauntered past Maureen.

Mark just looked at Maureen and shook his head. "Don't listen to her," he said as his eyes drifted down to Maureen's chest. 

Taking a deep breath, Maureen headed into the kitchen to start serving dinner. The dinner was a smashing success. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, with the exception of Katy. She made a point of complaining about every last thing. Maureen found it funny, though that Katy ate every last thing on her plate. What did John see in this little bitch? Sure she was beautiful, sitting there in her little red dress. She would make the perfect little trophy wife, but she didn't know how John could stand to be with her for more than five minutes.

After dinner, the twins excused themselves to go start on their homework and John and Katy walked out onto the back deck. Maureen cleared the table and started cleaning up in the kitchen. She made her way to the deck with two glasses of wine that John had requested. 

When she walked out onto the deck she found John and Katy in a deep passionate embrace. Maureen cleared her throat and offered the wine to them. Katy actually snarled at Maureen for interrupting them. John found this amusing and chuckled to himself and then dismissed Maureen.

Maureen was fuming by the time she got back to the kitchen. She actually hated this little woman. She hated her more than she hated Amanda back at the training hall. In a perfect world, Katy would be the one marked as a slave and scrubbing the pots and pans, while Maureen would be out on the deck making out with John sipping wine. Her head was spinning. Shouldn't she be hating John more? He was the slave master after all. Katy was just a garden variety gold digger, who was spoiled rotten and Maureen was more angry and confused than usual.

When she was finished cleaning up, Maureen headed back to her room. She could hear Katy giggling like a school girl out on the back deck. She knew that she should probably check in on the twins but she wasn't in the mood. They were probably getting it on with each other again anyway. Maureen was the fifth wheel in this house anymore.

"Well what do you expect you dumbass," Maureen said to herself as she unfastened her bra back in her bed chamber. "You're a fucking slave." She laughed out loud. "You are a fucking mess girl," She said to her reflection.

Maureen took a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't fat, at least not in her opinion. She was pleasantly plump and her breasts were large and heavy and natural. "Fuck that anorexic bitch," Maureen said winking at herself. Maureen got under her covers and soon fell asleep. She was exhausted from all the cleaning she had done today and didn't have any more energy to devote to hating Katy.

Maureen's eyes popped open. She looked over at the alarm clock. It was five past midnight. Then she heard it again. There was a muffled scream. That's what had woken her up. Maureen hopped out of bed pulling on her silk robe and tying it shut. She opened her door and stood quietly listening. She heard it again and it was coming from upstairs.

Maureen quietly made her way up the stairs. It must be the twins. She was going to have to give Mary a lesson in keeping quiet. Of course with Mark's thick sausage, she could hardly blame Mary for being vocal during sex.

Coming to the top of the stairs, Maureen marched towards the twin's room, but then she heard the muffled screaming again and it was coming from behind her. It was coming from John's room. She didn't know why she was surprised. Why wouldn't he be fucking his fiancé? That's what engaged people do. They have lots of sex.

She knew that she should have just headed back to her room and put in some earplugs, but Maureen had to look. She just had to. It was a compulsion. 

As Maureen got closer to John's bedroom, she could hear his bed squeaking and she could hear Katy and grunting. She knew that she was risking getting shocked, but Maureen quietly turned the doorknob and opened the door a crack, peering inside.

Katy was on her hands and knees and John was fucking her in the ass from behind. Maureen's face flushed with anger. It should be her in that bed getting fucked not that slut Katy. As if he had planned it, John turned towards the door and stared into Maureen's eyes. He smiled at her as he stuffed his cock back into Katy's anus. Katy had collapsed forward with her face in a pillow and was squealing as John pounded his cock into her. He grunted and his body tensed. Maureen knew that he was flooding Katy's ass with his sperm. John winked at Maureen and then pulled his cock out of Katy with a wet plop. His sperm started to leak out of Katy's asshole and down her leg. John moved up and kissed Katy passionately. 

Maureen quietly closed the door and ran down to her bedroom. John had looked her in the eye and smiled as he fucked his fiancé. What did that mean? Was he angry? Was he going to ask her to join in? Was he trying to fuck with her head? Was he going to kill her?

It took Maureen hours to fall asleep. She was waiting for John to come downstairs. He never did.

The next morning, Maureen heard the front door shut and John's car speed off down the driveway. When she went out into the kitchen she found the twins eating cereal.

"Good morning Maureen," they both said in unison.

"Good morning you two," Maureen answered. "Sleep well?"

"No," Mary answered with a look of total disgust on her face. "How could you sleep with all that screaming going on?"

Mark laughed out loud at that. "Yeah."

"Okay," Maureen said. "I did hear our guest getting a little vocal last night."

They all giggled at that understatement. 

"I'm leaving the day she moves in," Mark said.

"Me too," Mary added. "Even though dad will disown us and take away our inheritance. I don't even care."

"Don't tell our father that we're telling you this," Mark said to Maureen. "He has a temper. We're both only still here because he needs us. He lost it when mom died and he hasn't been the same since."

Nobody had noticed Katy's shadow in the doorway. She had been in the den and had discovered a few secrets of her own. She had overheard most of the conversation and was fuming. She had hated Maureen the moment she laid eyes on her. 

The twins grabbed their books and left to go to school slamming the door behind them. Maureen went about cleaning the table when she heard movement behind her. She turned around to see Katy standing there scowling at her.

"You're in my way," Katy said simply.

"I'm sorry," Maureen replied obediently and stepped to the side.

"No you stupid bitch," Katy said. "You're in my way to John. I know what you are."

"I'm just the servant," Maureen said starting to feel nervous.

"You're a whore for hire. I've seen the documents and I've seen the video," Katy yelled.

What video? "No. I'm ...You don't understand," Maureen said taking a step backwards.

"Oh I understand perfectly," Katy said. "I take it you know what this is?" She said flashing her wrist at Maureen. She was wearing one of the bracelets that controlled the shock collar.

"Please!" Maureen squeaked. "I'll do anything you ask. I can't leave or John will kill me. Help me leave and you'll never see me again."

"Lies!" Katy screamed at her. "Once you're out of the picture, John is all mine! Mine!"

Katy pressed the bracelet and Maureen fell to the floor, convulsing. Katy came over and kicked Maureen in the face as she shocked her. Blood poured from her nose and her eyes rolled back into her head. 

The pain stopped and Maureen could breathe again. How long had she been unconscious? She couldn't move from the floor. She felt hands on her shoulders as she was helped to her feet. Mark and Mary were there helping her into a kitchen chair.

"What?" Maureen managed weakly.

"It's ok," Mary said with a tear making its way down her cheek. "She can't hurt you any longer."

Maureen shook her head to clear it, and let Mark help her to her feet. She looked to the other side of the kitchen to see Katy on the floor with blood leaking out of her head.

"What happened?" Maureen asked Mark.

"I...well Mary stopped her. She was going to kill you," he said. "You were bleeding and flopping around on the floor and she had a kitchen knife in her hand."

"I grabbed the big metal skillet from the counter and hit her over the head until she stopped pressing that thing on her wrist. I think I killed her," Mary said breaking down into sobs.

Maureen rushed over to Katy. She wasn't breathing and she didn't have a pulse. She was dead. This was bad. Now was the time to escape. She grabbed Mary and Mark pulling them down the hallway to their father's office. 

"Sit down," she told them, wiping blood from her face. "Your father will kill me when he finds Katy dead here. It doesn't matter how she died. It was me that caused all this no matter how it finished." 

"But..." Mary protested.

"But, nothing. Listen to me," Maureen continued. "I'm a slave. I'm your father's property. This is what this collar I wear is. It's a shock collar. Your father has sensors around the house. If I cross that invisible threshold, I get shocked. Do you understand?"

"No," Mary said scowling. Mark just stared at her. Wheels were turning in his head.

"In this office are the controls. You have to help me find them. Mark! Start looking. Please!" Maureen yelled.

Mark did as he was told and got up and started looking around. Maureen went over and knelt in front of Mary.

"You saved my life. Without you I'd be dead," Maureen said. "You have to help me leave though. You have to help me find the controls so that I can be free."

Mary nodded. Clearly she didn't understand or believe everything that Mary was saying, but she did get up and start searching her father's office with Mark.

"Hey look at this," Mark exclaimed.

Maureen ran over to that side of the office. He had opened a cabinet and found some rather expensive electronic equipment. Maureen didn't wait to find out if it was it or not. She ripped it out of the cabinet and onto the floor and started to smash it with a large rock that John used for a paperweight. Within moments, the equipment was smashed and useless on the floor. 

"Grab everything and break it," Maureen yelled, catching her breathe. "We don't have time to check everything. Smash it all!"

The three of them grabbed every last speaker, remote control, monitor and miscellaneous piece of electronics that they could find. They smashed IPods and cell phones and laptops. Mark had made a trip to the garage to get some hammers and pretty soon the office was in ruins. 

"Mark, can you figure out a way to get this collar off?" Maureen asked.

He fidgeted about with it for a few minutes. "I can't get it off. It seems to have a mini lock mechanism that I have no idea how to pick. It's tight and I don't think I could cut it off without hurting you," he told her.

"Thanks for trying Mark," she replied to him touching his arm to reassure him that she meant it. "I'm going to have to chance it and hope that we got everything. I've searched the entire house including the attic during my cleaning and I haven't found anything else.

"I don't want you to go," Mary said quietly.

"I know honey but think," Maureen told her. "There's a dead body out in the kitchen. Tell your father when he gets home that I killed her and then fled after destroying his office. You don't want to have the police called on you and if I don't leave I'll be dead before morning."

"Oh, you'll be dead in five minutes bitch!" a voice boomed behind them.

Maureen turned quickly only to be smacked hard across the face. She went flying backwards and fell over the desk, landing on the floor. She only had a moment to try to get her breathe back before she was pulled up by her hair. The pain was unbearable. 

"You killed Katy and then tried to turn my own kids on me?" he yelled.

"Dad, no!" Mary shrieked behind him. "Katy was trying to kill her by shocking her to death. She would have died!"

"Shut up and get out of here!" he yelled at Mary. "Both of you get upstairs in your rooms and stay there until I come up." He closed his hands around Maureen's throat and started squeezing. He was going to strangle her with his bare hands.

Maureen's face turned purple and her eyes bulged out of her head. She flailed at his arm but to no avail.

"No dad! Stop!" Mark yelled and then grabbed his father's shoulders.

John dropped Maureen to the floor and turned, punching his son in the face. Mark fell back bleeding. Mary shrieked as her father walked over and started kicking Mark in the face and ribs. She ran over to stop her father and was rewarded with a slap that sent her sprawling on the floor.

John stopped his assault on Mark and walked over to where Mary was laying. "Seems like I've been too soft on you two," he said looking down at his daughter. "Well, that stops tonight. I'm going to teach you a lesson in obedience that you might not survive. First, I'm going to kill this whore."

John collapsed to the floor unconscious. Maureen stood behind him holding the massive stone paperweight. "He's alive," she said looking down at John. He was still breathing at least. 

Mary jumped up and ran over to Mark. He was battered and bloody and groggy, but appeared to be okay. 

"I'm taking off before he wakes up and I'm taking the Mercedes," Maureen said taking John's car keys and wallet. Then she grabbed his briefcase and started rummaging through his drawers. She found a wad of cash and a hunting knife. She then ran into her room and grabbed a small bag of belongings and toiletries and a jacket before returning to the den. John was still unconscious on the floor. A small puddle of blood had pooled beneath his head.

"I'm going now," she said. "Do you two have any relatives?"

"No," Mary said flatly. "I think he's going to kill us both too when he wakes up, Maureen. We're coming with you." 

"I...I...Okay," she said. "Grab a small bag of clothes and meet me out front in one minute. As soon as I get the car out of the garage I'm going, and either you're with me or you're not." 

The twins ran upstairs. Maureen took another look at John. He was completely motionless on the floor. She knew in her heart that she wouldn't leave the twins her to face John's rage when he woke up. 

"Well here goes nothing," she said and then ran out the front door.

Mark and Mary opened the passenger and rear door as soon as Maureen pulled out of the garage. Maureen floored it and took of down the driveway. She was expecting to feel the pain of the shock collar at any moment. What if they hadn't smashed the right things? She had no idea what she was looking for. Would they all die if she convulsed at the end of the driveway while going near sixty miles an hour? 




Maureen's Abduction Ch. 03



The end of the long driveway was fast approaching. "Which way? I don't even know what state I'm in?" Maureen asked embarrassed at the stupidity of the question.

"What?" Mary asked incredulously.

"Where do I go now?" Maureen asked urgently. "Which fucking way!"

"Go left!" Mary screamed, and Maureen fishtailed it out of the driveway nearly taking out the mailboxes on the other side of the road. She took off down the road. It looked surprisingly like the terrain around her own hometown.

"Is dad going to be okay?" Mark asked. "I know he went psycho on us but I still don't want him to die."

"He's okay Mark," Maureen answered. "He'll have a really bad headache for a couple of days. It's us I'm more worried about. How are you feeling?"

"Yeah let's check you out bro," Mary said climbing over the seat to get in the back with Mark. She grabbed some tissue from between the seats and started tending to her brother. "How do your ribs feel?"

"I hurt," he answered. "I can see straight though, and I don't think anything's broken."

Maureen let out a long breath. "Oh god!" she said.

"What?" Mark and Mary asked in unison.

"I had forgotten all about the shock collar and leaving the property for a few moments," she said. "I'm still driving! We made it!"

"Um...you mean to tell me that you could have gone into convulsions while speeding down a gravel driveway at sixty miles an hour?" Mary asked.

Mark laughed out loud. "This just keeps getting better."

"We have to ditch this car. It's the first thing they'll be looking for and it probably has a GPS anti theft device in it," Maureen said. "Is there a train station or bus station around here? And where are we?"

"There is a train station in the next town over, but the bus station is right up the road a couple of miles. You're in Colorado," Mary replied giggling. "How could you not know that?"

"Colorado?" Mary replied. "I'm a long way from home." 

They drove on in silence for another mile before Maureen turned off onto a farm road. She parked the car deep into a copse of trees and then the three of them grabbed their bags. 

"Throw your cell phones in now too." Maureen said. "They can track us with those."

Mary and Mark threw their cell phones into the car and then all three of them started walking across the farm field towards town. It took them almost two hours to get to the outskirts of town. It was mid day, and the town was mostly empty. They got their bus tickets without incident. An hour later they were on their way out of town. 

A few minutes after starting the bus trip they were alarmed to see several police cars speeding past them in the opposite direction. All three of them knew where they were going and why. Would they be caught?

Near sunset they arrived at the next town. Maureen, Mary and Mark got off the bus and Maureen led them to a small Motel. Maureen checked in, getting a single room and paying for it with the cash she had taken from her former master. It was the biggest relief in the world when the finally shut the door to the room. They all felt safe for the first time all day.

"We need to set some ground rules, okay?" Maureen asked.

The twins nodded and sat on the bed. 

"They'll be looking for us," Maureen said. "Either the police or the people that your father bought me from, will be looking for us. I don't know what will happen if they find us. I'll be killed for sure. That much I know."

"What about us?" Mary asked.

"I don't know," Maureen said. "I think it's important none of us get found for a while though. So here are the rules. Only I go outside. No phone calls and we have to change our appearances a little."

"I agree, and we're both too tired to leave right now anyway," Mary said.

"Good," Maureen replied. "I'm going out to get some hair dye, food and medical supplies. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes."

Maureen took the wad of cash and left. Her foray into town was uneventful. She got medical supplies, including wraps for Mark's tender ribs, hats, hair dye and most importantly food. She stopped at the local burger joint and loaded up with burgers, fries, and soda.

The three fugitives devoured the food and then went about dying their hair. Maureen picked a dark red for her hair, blonde for Mary and black for Mark. It wasn't a big difference, except for Mary, but Maureen hoped it was enough. Next the girls set about seeing to Mark. His ribs were very tender and Mary gently wrapped his ribs.

"Thank you," Mark said to his sister.

"You are welcome Mark. I was really worried about you," she said. "Do you like my new hair color?" she asked him.

"I do," he said with a mischievous grin. 

"Let's get back to business you two," Maureen piped in. "First of all, if anyone asks, I'm your aunt and we're heading home." 

"And just where is home Aunt Maureen?" Mary asked mockingly. "You don't look old enough to be anyone's aunt."

"I'm doing my best here," she said. "Once we're out of the state we'll attempt a call to my house. I'm too afraid to try from here. Let's get some sleep. It's a king size bed and we can all fit. Mark you get the end there, Mary's in the middle and I'll get on this side." 

With a snort, Mary went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. She came out in a wife beater and boxers. Mark just stayed where he was on the bed in his shorts. Maureen had put on an oversized t-shirt. It felt good to not have to dress sexy for once. She had a burning desire to call her parents house but just couldn't. She was finally free and wasn't about to take the chance. She looked over at John's briefcase in the corner. She was going to stop by the hardware store and get some tools to open it tomorrow. Hopefully there wasn't a tracking device in there. She turned out the light and soon was fast asleep. 

Maureen awoke sometime in the night. Movement on the bed had disturbed her sleep. What did she expect though with all three of them sharing a bed? She was about to close her eyes again when she heard a slurping sound. She turned her head. Mary had uncovered Mark and was kneeling over him sucking his cock. She was taking nearly his whole package down her throat, drooling around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. Maureen watched as Mark tensed up and started cumming in his sister's mouth. Mary looked over and made eye contact with Maureen as she swallowed her brother's seed. When Mark was done cumming, Mary got off the bed and walked around to Maureen's side and leaned over pressing her lips against Maureen's.

Maureen parted her lips to kiss Mary and received a mouthful of cum from her. The two girls kissed passionately savoring the taste of Marks seed. Mark had sat up by then obviously still hard as a rock. 

"What am I going to do with you two?" Maureen laughed, pulling away from Mary. 

"You're going to eat me I hope!" Mary answered.

"While I fuck you from behind!" Mark chimed in, slowly getting off of the bed.

Mary leaned back on the bed spreading her legs and Maureen moved in and started lapping at her pussy. She had her ass in the air near the side of the bed. Mark had stepped up behind her and she could feel his cock rubbing against her slit. 

"Just stick it in. I'm so ready for you," Maureen pleaded.

Mark did as he was told, and pushed his cock deep into Maureen's pussy. 

"Oh fuck. I love your big cock Mark!" Maureen said, and then buried her face back in Mary's pussy again. 

Maureen knew that she was good at eating pussy. She had been trained for pleasure. It took only a few minutes of her expert tongue lashing to bring Mary to a shuddering orgasm. Meanwhile, Mark pounded into her from behind. Mary sat up on the bed near the head board to watch them fuck. Her brother's monster cock plowing into Maureen again and again. Maureen's massive boobs were swinging wildly underneath her as she bucked her ass back to meet Mark's thrusts. She came like a freight train.

"Uh...Uh...Uh....yes. Oh fuck!" 

Then she reached around grabbing Mark's balls coaxing him to cum as well. That was all Mark could take and he started pumping Maureen's pussy full of his jism.

The three of them slept well that night. Maureen dreamed about her family and friends. She ended up sleeping in the middle with Mary and Mark draped over her on either side. She nearly jumped out of bed when they were awoken by a knock on the door. 

"Get up!" Maureen hissed. 

The twins jumped out of bed grabbing their cloths and bags and ran into the bathroom. Maureen pulled on her silk robe and then went and opened the door a crack, keeping the door chain securely in place.

"Ah...sorry to disturb you ma'am," a man said. He was actually more than a man; he was the town sheriff.

"What can I do for you Officer?" Maureen asked, starting to feel sick to her stomach.

"Well, if you're decent, I need to come in and talk to you please," he said.

"Whatever for?" Maureen asked, trying to act as innocent and vulnerable as she could. She knew that her doe eyes could work wonders.

"Well, there is a killer on the loose and I'm questioning everyone at the hotel. May I come in please?" he asked, a little more insistently this time.

Maureen really had no choice. A police standoff wouldn't do. She unlatched the chain and opened the door to let the man in, shutting the door behind him.

"I think you know why I'm here, Maureen," he said. "Sit down."

"I have no idea...I..." Maureen stammered. How did he know her name? This was not good.

"Be quiet please," he said as Maureen sat down on the edge of the bed. Her robe slipped down a little, exposing a lot of cleavage. It didn't go unnoticed by the sheriff.

"Yes sir," she said looking up at him.

"I need to know where the twins are," he said. "Are they okay?"

"Yes they are," Maureen answered. "Please believe me when I tell you that I love them as if they were my own children." 

"Where are they?" he asked, smiling down at her. "I appreciate your cooperation and I will do what I can to help you as long as you continue to be cooperative."

"I can be very cooperative officer," Maureen said.

He laughed. He was the typical small town sheriff, overweight, middle aged and graying around the temples. His eye's kept wandering down to Maureen's exposed cleavage. She might be able to get out of this. Was he alone? 

"That doesn't answer my main question though," he said loosing his smile. "Where are those two kids?'

"They're adults," Maureen started. "They can go where they want to. I have no real control over them. I never did."

"You don't sound very cooperative now," he said stepping closer to her, trying to use his size and position to intimidate her a little. He was right in front of her.

"They went to make some phone calls to friends on the other side of town," Maureen lied. "That way, if the call is traced you wouldn't know our location. They'll be back in about an hour." 

"You're all over the local news honey," he said. "I suppose we'll just have to wait here for them to return. I'm a patient man."

"I...never mind," Maureen started. Her mind was racing. What if he had to use the bathroom?

He looked down at her. "Why did you do it?"

"She tried to kill me," Maureen answered truthfully. She had to act now, before one of the twins made a noise in the bathroom or worse yet he went back to look. It would be too late at that point. 

Maureen stood up. The sheriff had been standing so close to the bed that her breasts were mashed against him. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, at the same time she reached down and grasped his crotch. He was already semi-hard.

"I can be very, very, very cooperative officer," Maureen huskily whispered into his ear as she slid down to her knees.

"Show me," he said. It sounded more like a request than a command. Who was in control now?

Maureen unzipped his pants and reached into his fly, fishing his cock out. It was of average length but extremely thick. It barely fit between her lips, but Maureen forced it in her mouth. She gripped the base of his cock as she started to work her mouth over the end of his shaft. The sheriff grabbed handfuls of Maureen's hair as she sucked his cock. She could tell that he was about to cum already after only a couple of minutes. 

"Oh... yeah!" he said as he pumped his semen into Maureen's mouth. "That's it. Swallow it all."

Maureen did, and then pulled her lips off of his cock. She was shocked to see that Mary had snuck out of the bathroom and had silently worked her way behind the sheriff. As he stood there recovering from his orgasm, Mary pulled his taser from his utility belt. He only had time to open his mouth to speak before he fell to the floor convulsing. By this time Mark had ran out of the bathroom as well and he and Mary worked his handcuffs loose and soon had him face down on the carpet with his hands cuffed together.

"You took your sweet time!" Maureen hissed at them, wiping a strand of cum from her lips.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself to me," Mary replied, unfastening the sheriff's utility belt.

Together, her and mark had gathered all of the sheriff's items and were busy packing up the room. They all finished getting dressed and ready. The sheriff just sat there watching them.

"They'll catch you," he said.

"Shut up," Mary said back to him. "It was self defense and father almost killed her. Don't you get it?"

"They don't care about none of that," he said. "You've hurt your master and escaped. You'll die for that."

"You know?" Maureen replied dumbly. The police were in on this weird slavery conspiracy?

"Turn yourself in with me, and I'll do what I can to help you," he said.

Maureen was starting to feel sick to her stomach. How far did the slaver's reach extend? Maureen and the twins were ready to go...almost.

"They have to be tracking us with something in your father's briefcase." Maureen said. "It has a combination lock on the front. Do you two know what it could be? If not then we're leaving it here."

"I have an idea," Mark chimed in. "He uses a lot of the same passwords and codes over and over. Let me try."

Mark walked over to the briefcase and started turning the dials. Both Mary and Maureen breathed a sigh of relief when the latches clicked and he opened the case. The two girls ran over beside Mark and gasped when they looked inside. There was a blackberry and another cell phone inside. Those must have been what they were using to track them with. What had caught their breath though, were the stacks of cash inside. There had to be a hundred thousand dollars easily. Mary and Mark started taking the bills out and stuffing them into their bags.

"It looks like our escape just got a lot easier," Maureen said, smiling.

"They are going to hurt you so bad. They are going to cut you open and let you bleed out slow you slut," the sheriff growled at Maureen.

Mary ran over and kicked him right in the face. "We told you to shut the fuck up!" she yelled as blood started to pour out of the sheriff's nose. "Let's go."

Maureen cautiously opened the door, peering outside. There was nobody about. She could see the police car in the parking lot and it was empty as well. The three of them left the bleeding sheriff grumbling to himself and walked around to the back of the hotel and then took the back way to the bus terminal.

Mary went inside alone and purchased three tickets, this time going to St. Louis. She got the tickets without a hitch and an hour later they were safe on another bus heading out of town. The next couple of days went by without incident. Once in St. Louis they had gotten a room in a nice hotel off of the beaten path and stayed low. They had kept a watch on the news but there was nothing about fugitives or escaped murderers or anything. Maureen found this disheartening. It meant that the slavers and John Smith were coming after them outside of the law. Being captured would be the end of her and she knew it.

Maureen kept herself distracted with Mark's cock and Mary's pussy though. The twins were sexually insatiable, much like herself, and half the waking time they were fucking or sucking each other and then sleeping together on the king sized bed.

After the third night there, Maureen had them all ready to leave.

"Okay it's time to go," she said facing Mary and Mark, who were sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm feeling antsy just sitting here," Mary replied. "I just feel like they're closing in on us. I know it's stupid to feel that way but I just do."

"I feel it too Mary," Maureen replied. "But we have a decision to make." 

"You mean like where to we go?" Mary asked.

"Yes," Maureen answered. "I want to go home so badly but that's the first place they'll look. I'm sure they have people watching my entire town."

"Then where?" Mark asked this time.

"I don't know but they can't track us any longer without your father's briefcase and cell phones. We'll head to the train station and decide there," Maureen finished. "Before we leave though, I'm going to chance a phone call from this hotel home and to my friends. We'll get some help. We'll be okay."

KNOCK KNOCK

Mark quietly ran to the front door, silently placing the chain in the latch and then looking out the key hole. There were three rather large, angry looking men standing there. He couldn't be sure but one of them looked like he was holding a gun.

Mary had gone to the bathroom, opened the window and crawled out. Maureen was next but she could barely get her large chest through the small window. Finally she did and then Mark followed them out with the bags. They ran across the parking lot to an alley on the other side of the street. 

"Stop!" came a loud booming voice from behind them. 

They didn't stop. In fact, the voice just made them pick up speed. By the time they emerged from the other end of the alley they were at a full run. Mary and Mark, who were natural athletes, had to slow down to let Maureen catch up. She had a hand across her chest as she ran to keep her boobs from flopping all over the place. Maureen looked back and didn't see their pursuers. They had to have been slavers. How had they found them? 

"In here," Mark said pushing open a dirty metal door.

They found themselves in a long dark hallway with many small doorways on either side. The three of them quickly darted into one of the doorways and shut and locked it behind them. They were safe for a moment. Maureen's massive chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Mark's eyes were riveted to Maureen's heaving chest. Mary punched him in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" he said looking over at his sister.

"You're such a pig," she said and then sat down on the only chair in the room. 

It was then that they noticed the large video screen on the wall. It was playing a very graphic adult movie. The starlet was on her hands and knees between two muscular men. One of them was fucking her in the ass, and the other was sliding his cock down her throat. She seemed to be really enjoying herself.

"Just fucking, great," Mary exclaimed. "We're in the back of a porn shop. You know...an adult arcade?"

Maureen wondered how Mary knew about such things. She herself had heard of them but had never been in one until now.

"I guess it's as good a place as any to hide," Maureen said a little too loudly. "These walls are pretty thin, we better keep our voices down just incase," she finished in a whisper.

Mark had ventured over to the screen and started putting some dollar bills in the slot. He worked his way around the on screen menu until he found a good scene of two girls taking turns working on a rather large cock. The three of them squeezed together on the chair and sat back watching the movie.

"You would have picked this one," Mary scowled at him.




Maureen's Abduction Ch. 03



Mark just shrugged his shoulders. Just then, they heard a soft knocking on the wall to their left. Maureen nearly fell out of the chair in shock. Did they still have the gun? Mary had kept the taser and knife for herself. . Mary got out of the chair and walked slowly over to the wall. She gasped. There was a round hole in the wall with a real penis sticking through. She turned around giving Mark and Maureen a wicked little smile. Then she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the stranger's cock. Mark and Maureen stood there speechless as Mary worked her mouth up and down the intruding cock. 

Mark had a jealous look in his eyes and started towards Mary. Maureen grabbed him by the back of the pants and pulled him back to her. "Don't," she whispered to him. The twins had been increasingly acting like boyfriend and girlfriend during their escape. The fact that they were brother and sister and the sexual nature of their journey was undoubtedly making the emotions a hundred times stronger than they could both handle. Mary was jealous of sharing Mark with Maureen. Mark was starting to shake with anger. There was really only one thing she could do to defuse this situation.

Maureen placed her hand on the front of Mark's pants, squeezing his cock through the material. With her other hand she turned his head towards her and kissed him on the lips. He responded, kissing her back roughly. Maureen had his pants undone in a second, and reached inside his underwear grabbing his cock firmly.

"I need this in my mouth," she whispered in his ear. 

The floor was sticky, probably with cum, but Maureen didn't care. She dropped to her knees in front of Mark, fished out his hardening cock and sucked it into her mouth. He groaned as Maureen took him down her throat. She was getting used to his size. How many times had she taken him in her mouth?

The room was full of wet sucking sounds. Maureen heard a muffled gagging from behind her. The man must have cum in Mary's mouth. Maureen increased the suction on Mark's thick cock, trying to coax his sperm out. Mark couldn't take much of that and soon Maureen felt her mouth flooded with his cum. She swallowed and swallowed and when he was done she sucked his cock hard, one last time, drawing out one last tiny drop of sperm. 

"Yummy," she said looking up at him, but Mark was looking over at his sister.

"I'm sorry Mark," Mary said.

"Me too," Mark said, face turning red.

Peeling her legs off the sticky floor, Maureen stood and looked over at Mary. She was still on her knees beside the hole. Just then a large black penis emerged from the hole, poking Mary in the cheek. 

"Back to work then," Mary whispered, and sucked the large, black cock in her mouth. 

Maureen walked over to Mark. "Let's fuck," she said to him.

Mark smiled at her as Maureen led him over to the chair. It seemed the cleanest place in the room. She was intent on distracting Mark, but she was concerned about Mary. Mary was acting like a sex slave. She seemed to be born to sex.

Maureen was about to hike up her skirt when the door smashed open. Mark was standing with his cock in his hand and Mary still had one in her mouth.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" 

It was the three large men from the hotel, they had tracked them into the back of the porn shop and even into the room they were in. Maureen noticed that one of the men had some time of scanner in his hand. They had tracked her by her choker. 

All three men had large black guns pointed at them. The biggest of the men yanked Maureen to her feet. "Get your pecker back in your pants boy!" he yelled at Mark. "Get off the floor you slut!" he yelled at Mary.

Both of the twins obeyed immediately. Mark was shaking in fear and was as red as a fire hydrant. Mary looked cool as always. The men grabbed the bags from the floor and marched everyone out of the room and back to the alley that they had come from. Outside was a black van. Maureen, Mark and Mary were forced into the back. Maureen almost cried when she saw that The Ox was driving it. He smiled back at Maureen as he started to drive off. This wasn't going to be good.

Maureen noted that they hadn't been searched. Maureen was wearing a form fitting blouse and skirt and certainly wasn't hading anything beneath it but the twins might be. In fact, she was certain that Mary still had the taser. She could hope. 

The van only drove a few blocks before parking behind a large grey warehouse. Maureen and the twins were led inside. It was eerily similar to the processing center that she had been in before arriving at John's residence. 

As The Ox led them down a long dimly lit hallway, they passed a couple of bald females wearing control bracelets. They were handlers or trainers. This was a slave processing center. Maureen felt like vomiting. She said a quick prayer to a god she didn't believe in to make her death quick and painless. 

Suddenly The Ox stopped and opened a door on the left side of the hallway. They all walked inside. Maureen was pushed roughly to the floor. The big man that had found them in the adult arcade spoke. "You stay here and make sure that whore doesn't kill herself," he said pointing to The Ox. "They have plans for her...painful plans. I'm going to get number one. You take these kids to processing room four, where they can wait for their father."

The man left quickly. As the twins were being led out of the room by the other man, Mary made eye contact with Maureen and winked at her. Maureen shook her head discreetly. Mary didn't seem to notice and the door was closed behind them. It was way too dangerous here for Mary to try anything. 

It was all over. Maureen sat back against the wall and started to sob. Her freedom was over. Her life was over. She should have called her parents at some point during her escape. She was so scared that she would be caught that she never even tried. Always too timid. She had been too timid in her old life. It was her one big failing. 

Maureen sat there with The Ox staring at her for at least an hour, when the door burst open. A handler barged through the door and fired a taser at The Ox. By some stroke of providence the two barbed wires from the taser pierced The Ox's eyes. He stood straight up, body shaking and pulled the barbs from his eyes, ripping out gobs of his eyeballs. Before he had a chance to scream, the handler plunged a hunting knife right into his throat. The Ox fell back instantly spraying blood against the back wall as he did. The whole violent sequence was over in a matter seconds. 

Maureen sat there stunned realizing that the handler was Mary. Mark entered the room right behind his sister her closing the door and rushing over pulling Maureen to her feet. Maureen stared at Mary. She was shaved bald and had a control bracelet around her wrist. She was wearing a grey tank top and black pants that many of the handlers in the processing center favored. Her long nipples were poking out at the fabric of the tight tank top. With her toned body and her apparently violent attitude she was a living breathing handler. Maureen shuttered.

"How?" Maureen managed.

"No more talking," Mary said holding a finger to her lips. "I'm tired of all of this bullshit. I'm not running anymore, and neither are you."

"What...? Maureen started, but Mary held up her hand and leaned against the door listening. She had removed her knife from The Ox's throat and cleaned it on his shirt and then searched him pulling out a key chain and another taser from his pockets.

Mark had produced a key, inserted it in Maureen's choker and unclasped it. It was the first time her neck had been unadorned in months. She almost couldn't stand not having it there. She put a hand up to her neck. 

"You know, they'll find us. They'll never stop hunting us. Just go with your father and leave me," Maureen muttered. 

"No. Come with me if you want to live. Come with me if you want to find your parents," Mary said with a voice so strong, Maureen couldn't help but obey it. 

Mark held up one of the old iron rings that they had put around Maureen's neck when she was first held captive. It wasn't a shock collar.

"Put this on. We found it in that room. Let Mary lead us down the hall and we'll end this shit. They won't hurt me and they think that Mary is one of those master ladies or whatever you used to call them," Mark said.

Maureen put the iron collar on. She was relieved when it snapped shut around her neck. It was cold, heavy and rusty and Maureen welcomed its familiarity" Okay...I'm with you. I just want this to end. I...I'm worried about you Mary. I would die if anything happened to you."

"It's not your choice anymore. Mark and I are both adults and this shit ends today." Mary opened the door and the three of them walked out into the hallway. Mary grabbed Maureen's arm tightly and led her down the hall with Mark trailing behind them. Maureen held her breath every time they passed someone but nobody gave the three of them a second glance. Mary turned down a passageway and stopped in front of one of the doors.

"This is our first stop. That big asshole that caught us at the arcade is in here. We're taking him out first," Mary said. She held up the taser in one hand and had the knife in the other. Mark stood by the door and got ready to swing it open. "Ready?" Mary whispered at him.

"You bet," he answered. Maureen kept watch behind them.

Mark slammed the door inward and Mary stormed inside. The asshole was sitting dead center in the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. Mary aimed the taser as she ran toward him firing right into his chest. The coffee went flying as his whole body tensed. As he sat there motionless, muscles contracting, Mary plunged the knife deep into his throat. He spit up blood before his eyes went blank. 

Mark and Maureen had hurried into the room behind Mary, closing the door behind them. The man had been messaging someone on a laptop on the table. The last message mentioned meeting someone named Evelyn and Clinton in the auction room. Maureen took the laptop and smashed it onto the floor. It crackled for a few seconds and then went dead. Mary searched the man and pulled out a large handgun with a silencer on it. She also found two extra clips full of ammunition.

"I think we should just go," Maureen pleaded softly, trying not to wretch. Dead men spraying blood out of holes in their throats tended to make Maureen sick to her stomach. It was another one of her failings.

"No," Mary said flatly. "We're finishing this." She cleaned the knife off and handed it to Maureen. "You may need this."

The three of them left the room and kept going down the passageway. Maureen could not imagine and outcome where she didn't end up tortured and killed in any of this. Of course, she was going to be tortured and killed anyway so what did she really have to lose? 

The trio turned a corner and noticed a large wooden double door at the end. 

"That has to be the auction room," Maureen said. "I remember going through something very similar when I was sold to your father."

"The plan is for me to lead you through it and when we get close to whoever is in there, I'm taking them out," Mary said. "Just follow my lead."

"You got it sis," Mark said. 

Before they had a chance to move, there was a cough behind them. They all wheeled around at the same time.

It was the small man that had processed Maureen. Why was he here? This was getting weirder by the minute. He noticed Maureen's face immediately. 

"Oh...I thought that you would be one of the lucky ones and make it," he said. "I see that I was wrong." He looked over at Mary, mistaking her for a handler. "Are you going to kill her?"

Mary pulled up the large gun and shot him twice in the chest. As he lay there gasping for breath Mary walked up to him. "No, asshole. I'm going to kill you all." Then she fired one more shot right into his forehead.

She roughly grabbed Maureen and led her toward the doors. The old seamstress appeared out of a doorway. "You?" she asked.

Mary shot her once in the head and she fell over dead. Mary didn't even pause in her march toward the door. She and Mark each grabbed one of the massive doors and pulled it open. Then Mary grabbed Maureen roughly again and pulled her into the auction room behind her.

There were four people in the middle of the massive room, standing on the stage. Maureen recognized Evelyn as the redhead that had appraised her when she was first captured. There were two men in suits and ties and another handler, who was dark skinned and bald.

Mary dragged Maureen right up onto the stage toward the small group.

"What is the meaning of this?" One of the suits yelled. The red head glowered at Maureen in recognition.

Mary pulled out the gun and started shooting. She took the redhead in the stomach and she slumped over immediately. The dark skinned handler went down next with a bullet in her head and then the Mary took down the two suits as they turned to run. They both went down with gunshots to their backs. Mary reloaded her gun and walked around making sure they were all dead.

Maureen vomited. One of the men had a cell phone, which Mary picked up and dialed 911. I'd like to report a murder she said and then put the phone down onto the floor. She seemed to snap out of her violently, psychotic rampage at that moment. Looking at all the blood pooling on the floor. She shuddered and swayed on her feet. "Fuck," she said simply.

Mark ran over and kept her from falling over. "Come on," he said.

Voices were coming from the passageway that they had come from.

"Come on!" he screamed. It was enough to snap Maureen out of her stupor. Her and Mark grabbed Mary and the left the room through a door on the far side of the auction room.

Once through it Mark slammed it shut and started piling furniture in front of it. Then he led the three of them through a door on the other side.

They ran through it and literally right into Amanda. All four of them tumbled to the floor in a pile of limbs. They all sat there for a minute staring at each other.

"You?" Amanda started.

Mark was staring at Amanda's impossibly large breasts mouth agape. "Wow," he managed. 

Amanda slammed her hand to her bracelet and gasped when nothing happened to Maureen.

"You're too late," Mary said grinning. "She's free now."

"She'll never be free," Amanda said. "They'll never stop."

They all turned at the noise of many fists pounding on the door in the other room. 

"I want to be free Amanda," Maureen said pleading to her former master."

Amanda wasn't paying attention to her or the door though. She was staring at Marks crotch. During all of the turmoil his pants had ripped and his cock was clearly visible through the hole. 

"So young...so big...so much potential..." she whispered.

Her attention wasn't lost on Mark who was still unable to take his eyes off of Amanda's massive tits. 

"Come with me if you want to be free," she said standing up. 

When nobody moved she started down the hallway motioning them to follow. "They'll be through the door in moments and catch you anyway. Even if I'm leading you to a trap, do you have anything to lose?"

"No." Maureen said jumping to her feet. "We don't. Come on."

With Amanda leading the way the three of them made their way through a maze of hallways, rooms, stairs and doorways. Finally Amanda led them into a room, locking and barring the door behind them. She sat down in a chair in the center of it. There were files piled high to the ceiling and a computer station at the far wall.

"This is the archives," Amanda said gesturing to the entire room. "They are in alphabetical order. Maureen, find Prickett and bring it here. Maureen went to the wall and within minutes had found her file. She handed it to Amanda. 

"Now do the same on the computer. The database is open," Amanda said. 

Maureen found it quickly and pointed to the screen as Amanda walked up behind her. 

"Very good, "Amanda said and then highlighted and deleted the file. "Now it's gone." Then Amanda took the folder marked 'Prickett' and ran it through a noisy shredder in the corner. "You're gone. Maureen Prickett does not exist any longer. You're free."

"But, why?" Maureen asked. "Why did you do that?"

"You three have made quite a mess around here. People are dead. We are compromised. Things are going to change," Amanda said walking over to Mark. "You like eh?" she said peeling off her tank top exposing her wondrous globes to the boy.

Mark gasped and nodded as Amanda pressed her body against his, smashing her chest against his body. Then she slid to her knees in front of Mark, kissing his exposed cock. By this point, Mark was completely hard. His massive shaft was priding from his tattered shorts obscenely. Amanda slid her lips around his cock and took him all the way into her throat in one movement.

Maureen gasped. She was good but could never have taken Mark's cock all the way in, like Amanda had done. Mark was enjoying the sensation, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. Amanda cooed around Mark's cock as she worked her mouth up and down his long, thick shaft. Mary and Maureen watched in awe as Amanda worshipped Mark's cock with her mouth. She was amazing and obviously Mark thought so too.

Amanda pulled her mouth off of Mark's cock. It glistened with her saliva. "I want you to fuck my ass with that monster. Don't be gentle," she commanded and pulled her pants off and offered her perfectly round ass to him. "Do it!" she hissed at him. Amanda wasn't used to being denied and her voice was full of command. Mark did as he was told, moving up behind Amanda and pushing his cock against her anus. Then, with one powerful thrust, he was inside her. Amanda grunted with pleasure, bucking her hips back. Mark was in new territory here. He had never fucked anyone in the ass before and Amanda's tight ass was a new, wonderful sensation for him. He started fucking her with long hard, powerful thrusts. 

"Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed as Mark pounded into her. "You are a God!" 

Amazingly, Amanda started cumming. Mark wasn't far off and within seconds his body tensed and he started pumping is jism deep in Amanda's ass. "Urg...so tight...uh..."

When Amanda was done cumming she crawled forward and collapsed onto the floor. "I get to keep the boy and you go free Maureen," she croaked. "That's my deal."

Maureen was furious. Mary still had the gun and here was Amanda still barking commands, like she had the upper hand here. "Fuck you!" she spat at Amanda. "Mark doesn't want to be anyone's sexual slave. We're all going free."

"Well...maybe I wouldn't mind being someone's sexual slave," Mark said sheepishly.

Maureen thought for a minute how ridiculous this how conversation sounded. What eighteen year old male wouldn't want to be a sexual slave to someone with a body and sexual appetite like Amanda's? "Mark, I don't think that you realize all that this entails. Slavery is nothing to take lightly honey." She said noticing that Mark was still hard and hadn't taken his eyes off of Amanda's naked body.

"Oh, he'll be treated just fine. You can trust me on that. I'll take good care of him," she snickered and then looked over at Mary. "Of course girl, you can always shoot me and take your chances. You might make it out of here. The choice is yours."

Maureen realized that Amanda's choices never worked out well or ended up being real choices in the end. Mark obviously like Amanda's rear end though. He still couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"I'm staying," Mark said defiantly and walked over and helped Amanda to her feet. She started stroking his cock as she stood next to him.

"You'll need this then," Mary said tossing an iron collar and black mask that she had found on a corner table. 




Maureen's Abduction Ch. 03



"Thanks sis," he said grinning. "This is where I belong. What are you gonna do?"

Mary looked at Amanda. "You're gonna need another handler."

"Yes I am," Amanda said. "Don't worry; I wasn't planning on letting you go either."

"What?" Maureen yelled looking stupefied. "After all that I've been through...we've been through...everything that I've told you...you're joining them?"

"I can't go back...I've changed," Mary said. "I've killed people...I've seen things. I can't go back and well Mark's just in it for the boobs."

"Okay. I...Amanda, help me get out of here. I'm going home," Maureen said.

Amanda took charge then. She dressed and made sure that Mary was a smaller clone of herself. Then she made Mark put on leather pants and mask. She threw Maureen a black dress that was in a pile of clothes on the table. With out a bra, Maureen looked like a total whore and her giant tits, flopped with every movement. When Amanda was satisfied with everyone's appearance she opened up a hidden doorway behind a bookshelf and led them all through it.

She led them through a warren of passageways and rooms and out into a dark alley way. "This is where we part Maureen," Amanda said, throwing Maureen some keys. "The BMW at the end is mine and all the papers are in the glove box. I don't expect it back." Then she turned and walked back into the doorway yelling over her shoulder. "I want you both in here within two minutes."

The twins stood there looking like rejects from a bad BDSM movie. Mark took off his mask and was the first to talk. "I'm really going to miss you," he said to Maureen and then walked over and kissed her.

Mary was next. She didn't say a word, just walked over and gave Maureen a passionate kiss with lots of tongue and then Maureen was left standing alone. She sighed and then walked down, got in the driveway and drove off.

It was a long drive home, but finally she made it. A million thoughts went through her head. What should she tell her parents? What lie should she make up about where she had gone? In the end she decided that she'd just walk up and say hello.

She parked her car and then walked up to her parent's front door. It was unlocked. She walked in. The TV was on but no one was downstairs. Where is everyone? She thought she heard a noise from upstairs and went up. When she was outside of her parent's door she thought she heard grunting. Were they fucking? She had never heard them having sex and not only that the door was open a crack. They obviously were not expecting Maureen to come home today.

Maureen pushed the door open an inch and looked inside. She couldn't help herself. There on the bed, was her mother and father. He was fucking her mother from behind and she was grunting with each of his thrusts. Maureen gasped in horror. There on her mother's shoulder was a brand in the shape of three Xs.

Maureen screamed until her throat was raw as she ran out of the house and down the middle of the street.

The end.



Maureen's Abduction



"Very good girls," she said. "Here is the next evolution. Kneel before me." 

Amanda produced four metal collars from a tray next to her. All of the girls including Maureen knelt in front of Amanda and bowed their heads forward. Amanda then attached a collar to all of their necks, locking them in place with a loud click. When she was finished Amanda told them all to stand. Then, she pointed to a thick metal bracelet on her left wrist that hadn't been there earlier in the day.

"What are these?" Maureen asked.

Amanda grinned and then depressed a button on the bracelet. Instantly Maureen screamed in pain and collapsed onto the floor as her body convulsed. The next instant the pain was gone.

"You will not speak unless told to. Do you understand?" Amanda asked. All of the girls nodded their heads quickly. "There will be no more hesitation. If you hesitate to obey any command issued by me, you will be shocked. If you try to remove this collar you will be shocked. If you fail in an assignment, you will be shocked. I don't need to tell you what continued failings will mean."

Maureen struggled to her feet and joined the other girls standing in front of Amanda. Amanda looked her up and down, nodding at her. All the girls turned at a sound behind them. The large door had opened and closed and a leather masked man had entered and walked over to the center of the room. He was muscular and tall and completely naked except for his leather mask.

"Maureen. This is your first evolution," Amanda said. "Fellate him. Take him into your mouth and swallow his seed. Do you understand my words and my meaning?"

"I...I can't...I mean," Maureen stammered. 

"You can, but of course, the choice to not obey is yours to make," Amanda said moving her hand over the metal bracelet. 

"You don't know what you're asking me to do. I can't. I won't do it. I have my dignity. I have morals. You can't take that away from..." 

White hot pain tore through Maureen's body as she convulsed on the floor again. Unlike the last time, it didn't end. The pain kept getting stronger and stronger. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see anything but white. She had no control of her muscles. Then the pain stopped. She lay on the floor, crying and trying to regain control of her breathing again. Her muscles wouldn't respond at first. When she was able, Maureen rolled over on to her stomach and then lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, and then finally onto her feet again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't take that pain again. Not again.

"Maureen," Amanda said softly. "Perhaps you misunderstood my words, so I'll repeat them again slower. I command you to take this man in your mouth and swallow his seed. Do you understand my terminology? You are to give him a blow job."

Maureen nodded her head. She understood exactly what Amanda was asking of her...commanding of her. Maureen was not a virgin and had given a blow job to a boyfriend before. She could do this.

"Is that another hesitation?" Amanda asked, this time with ice in her voice.

Laura, the red head walked over to Maureen taking her hand and whispering to her. "You can do it. She'll kill you with this damn collar if you don't obey."

Maureen nodded. She could do this. Then she walked over slowly to the masked man. His cock twitched as she neared him. He obviously had been the subject of evolutions before and was anticipating the pleasure. His eyes were riveted to Maureen's massive chest. They jiggled when she walked. Maureen cleared her mind, pushing all thoughts of the others in the room away. They had all been through this. She had witnessed Lorraine doing the same thing earlier this morning. She was turning red with embarrassment.

The Masked man's cock was semi hard now, without her having touched it yet. Maureen knelt down in front of him and reached her hand forward, tentatively grasping his cock. He was quite large and was clean shaven, making his cock appear larger than it probably was. She stroked his cock to full hardness trying not to think that everyone in the room was watching her...judging her. Maureen parted her full lips, leaned forward, and took his cock into her mouth. She worked her lips up and down his length, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. She had one hand on the base of his cock as she sucked him into her mouth.

He groaned in pleasure as Maureen worked her mouth on his cock. She hoped that she was good at oral sex, both of her previous boyfriends had told her so and neither could last long when she got them in her mouth. She could feel his cock hardening and twitching. He was about to cum. She had never let anyone cum in her mouth before and she wasn't happy at the thought of a complete stranger being the first to do so. The thought of Amanda shocking her was worse though.

Maureen felt his cock spasm and then her mouth was flooded with his sperm. She started to gag at first but then relaxed and started to swallow it. He had a lot of ejaculate and she was afraid that he'd never stop shooting it into her mouth. Finally he was finished and she could feel his cock deflating in her mouth. She pulled away from his cock and stood up looking away from the masked man and the four other women in the room. This was by far the most embarrassing event in Maureen's life and her face and chest flushed red.

"Oh, that was most excellent," Amanda said walking over to Maureen. "Leave us now," she said to the masked man and he quickly left the room. Amanda leaned in close to Maureen and licked an errant strand of cum off of her chin, quickly swallowing it. "That wasn't so bad was it?" She said smiling at her. Maureen could feel Amanda's giant, full breasts against her arm as she pulled her tight. "Always remember that I'm here to help you and guide you." Then Amanda walked away, and out the same door that the masked man had left.

Still tasting the man's cum in her mouth, Maureen briskly walked over and poured herself a large cup of cold tea. She turned to the other girls.

"Do they...do we have...what else does Amanda ask of us?" she said blushing again.

Latonya laughed. "Yes, she asks that and much more. If you relax and go with the flow, it's not so bad. They want us undamaged for a greater purpose."

"They want us to have sex with these masked men too?" Maureen asked, mouth agape.

"Yes," Laura answered this time. "She will ask you to have sex with them in every possible position and way. We're training to be pleasure slaves."

A short time later, other masked men brought in fresh food and wine for the girls. After eating Maureen went into the sleeping quarters to her bed and curled up under the covers. She fell sleep and dreamed of her home and her parents and her previous life. She would get out of here. She just had to bide her time.

Maureen awoke with Lorraine shaking her awake. "Amanda says we need to hurry up and bathe and dress. Come on."

Latonya was in the baths already but Laura was nowhere to be seen. After they were dressed and ready, the three girls headed out into the main room. Even Latonya gasped at the sight before them. Laura was on her hands and knees between two masked men. She had one man's cock in her mouth and the other one was having anal sex with her. He was fucking her hard and deep and she was grunting around the cock in her mouth with each thrust. Amanda was kneeling beside Laura with one hand on her back telling her how good a job she was doing. She smiled at the three girls gawking in the doorway and then turned her attention back to Laura. 

The masked man fucking Laura's face suddenly pulled his cock out and started spraying her face with cum. When he was done he stepped back and left the room. "Tell him how much you like having your ass fucked," Amanda commanded her. 

"I love it," Laura said grimacing. "I love your big fat cock in my ass. Fuck my ass master. Please." 

Maureen was not convinced that she was really enjoying herself. The masked man grunted and then pushed his cock in to the hilt throwing his head back. He was cumming in her ass. When he was finished, he pulled out of Laura with a stream of his sperm leaking out of her ass and down the back of her leg. With his cock slowly deflating, he too left the room. Laura collapsed onto her stomach with Amanda whispering something into her ear. After a few minutes, Amanda helped her up, and Laura disappeared into the sleeping chamber.

"Come here," Amanda said, and all three girls ran over to her without hesitation. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.

"Oh yes, very much Amanda," Latonya answered for all of them. Maureen and Lorraine just stood there staring at Amanda.

"All three of you, undress," she commanded. The girls did as they were told. "Maureen. Lorraine. Lay down on your backs," she commanded again. 

Maureen and the busty blonde did as they were told and lay back on the plush carpet. Amanda had taken off her skimpy clothing as well. She looked at Latonya and motioned to Maureen. Latonya seemed to know what was expected of her, and walked over to Maureen straddling her and lowering her sex above Maureen's face. Latonya then leaned forward onto her hands and knees so that she was in a sixty-nine position, mashing her large breasts against Maureen.

Maureen shuddered as she felt the black girls tongue on her pussy and then groaned out loud as Latonya continued to tongue her. Timidly, Maureen kissed Latonya's pussy and then started to lick it. She was pleasantly surprised at the taste and she started pleasuring the black girl in earnest, Latonya pushed her hips back, grinding her pussy against Maureen's mouth. The two girls moaned as they ate each other. Maureen lost herself then and nothing else mattered except pleasing this woman. A short time later, they both came against each other's mouths. Maureen was disappointed when Latonya rolled off of her.

Latonya stood up, leaving Maureen alone on the carpet. There were two masked men standing around her, naked and hard. Maureen looked over at Lorraine who was busy taking care of two masked men of her own. One was pumping his cock into her mouth and the other was between her legs fucking her hard. 

One of the masked men knelt down beside Maureen's head with his cock inches from Maureen's mouth. She knew what was expected of her and turned her head towards him, parting her lips so that he could slide his cock between them. She applied gentle suction to his cock as the man started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt the other man's cock head sliding up and down her slit. She was still sopping wet from Latonya's tongue lashing. The man between her legs slowly started to push his cock into her pussy. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as he started to fuck her. She was enjoying this despite her best intentions not to. There was nothing she could do about her situation anyway.

She took Laura's advice to relax and enjoy it. She was surprised that she had orgasmed with Latonya. This wasn't so bad. She could do this. The masked man fucking her face grunted and then pumped his jism into her mouth. Maureen did her best to swallow it all but a little bit of his cum leaked out of her mouth when he pulled his cock out.

The man fucking her lifted her legs over his shoulders and picked up the pace. He was fucking her furiously and soon Maureen found herself cumming again. 

"Oh, God!" she screamed as her pussy contracted around his cock. That was all he could take and he pulled out of her pussy shooting ropes of cum across her stomach. When he was done he left the room leaving Maureen on the carpet covered in cum.

Amanda walked over to Maureen smiling. "That was really good. You're making faster progress than I ever imagined you would," she said. "I am so proud of you."

Maureen didn't know whether to be proud or horrified. She felt proud in a sick, twisted sort of way. Amanda threw her a towel and Maureen sat up cleaning herself off before joining Latonya on the couch. Laura had come back out to join them. Lorraine was curled up in a ball on the floor.

"What happened?" Maureen whispered to Latonya.

Amanda answered. "She is failing. She couldn't even coax her men to orgasm before freaking out." With that she touched her hand to her bracelet and Lorraine screamed, writhing in agony. 

Maureen watched, horrified as Lorraine convulsed on the ground. The shock stopped and Lorraine pushed herself up on her hands and knees sobbing uncontrollably. Then she collapsed again in a convulsion as Amanda shocked her again. The other girls knew better than to protest or try to intervene or they would get the same or worse. Maureen wondered if Amanda was going to kill her this time. Three times Lorraine tried to get up and three times she was shocked by Amanda. Finally, having had enough fun, Amanda left the room. 

Laura was the first to reach her. "She's ok. Help me get her into her bed," she said. 

The three girls picked Lorraine up and carried her back to her bed. Maureen ran back out to get some water and a clean washcloth. After tending to Lorraine and making sure that she was relatively ok, the three girls went out into the main room.

"She's not going to make it," Laura said. "I can see the look in her eyes. She's just not going to make it."

"She's like some of the others that were here before me," Latonya spoke. "There were five girls here when I arrived. Maybe Amanda was just riding them too hard, but they didn't make it. Amanda was bent out of shape for a month after that. It wasn't pleasant."

"How did you make it? Are we going to make it? What do they want with us?" Maureen asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Laura replied. "You're not that dense are you?"

"We're slaves and we're marked as such," Latonya said. "For what or whom, I don't know." Then she leaned in close to the other girls. "I do know that we have no chance of escaping while we're in here. Let's get through this and out into the world again and get away," she whispered.

Laura stood up. "We're not just slaves Latonya," Laura said. "We're being trained for sexual pleasure, like girls in a harem."

"There has to be away out of this mess," Maureen replied.

"There's not. At least not now there isn't," Latonya said. "Just keep your damn voices down, bide your time and obey. It's not so bad any longer. I wish there was something we could do to convince Lorraine of that."

A servant brought in food for them and after eating and bathing the girls went to bed. Somehow Maureen was always tired. Maybe they were drugging the food?. The other girls seemed to be just as tired as her. She was going to make a renewed effort tomorrow to talk to Lorraine and befriend her. 

Maureen awoke to the sound of Laura screaming. She jumped out of bed and ran over to where Laura was standing with Latonya. They were standing around Lorraine's bed. It was empty except for a bloody collar...Lorraine's bloody collar. The blood was still wet and it was dripping off of the collar and staining the sheets.

"They killed her last night while we slept. They killed her!" Laura screamed again.

Amanda appeared in the doorway just then. "Silence girl or I'll shock you into silence." she commanded. Latonya pulled Laura against her stroking her head to calm her down. "She failed and had to be disposed of. The training will intensify starting today. Prepare yourselves. I'll be back at mid morning."

With that, Amanda left. Laura composed herself remarkably quickly and the three girls bathed, dressed and ate in silence. By mid morning they were ready for whatever Amanda had in store for them. Amanda walked in shortly thereafter with six masked men. "Two for each of us," Maureen thought. In spite of all that had happened in the past week, she was aroused at the thought of pleasuring these men. 

Amanda motioned for each of the girls to take their places and soon they were all on their hands and knees, impaled between the men with cocks in their mouths and pussies. Maureen felt a wet finger pressed against her anus. It felt wonderful. Then he inserted it into her asshole and she almost came. He kept working his finger in and out of her anus as he fucked her. Maureen was moaning wildly around the cock plowing into her mouth. She almost gagged when he came without warning; shooting his sperm into her mouth and against the back of her throat. She hungrily swallowed his cum.sucking his cock hard to coax out every last drop. He withdrew from her mouth when he was spent. Maureen felt a perverse pride in knowing that she hadn't let a single drop escape her mouth this time.

The man behind her pulled out of her pussy. She groaned in disappointment. She needed him inside her still, but Maureen knew what he was going to do next. She could picture him lubing up his cock and she moaned as she felt his cock head pushing against her anus. The head slid in easily and he started to push his entire length inside her inch by inch.

"Oh fuck!" Maureen screamed. "Yes. I need you in my ass," she was surprised at how ready she was for him and how good it felt. 

Once inside her, he paused for a long time, letting her get used to his size. He then placed one of his hands around her stroking her clit as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her ass. "Oh god that feels good!" Maureen screamed as he started to fuck her ass harder. It was then that she realized that these masked men had been trained in pleasure just as she was being trained now.

Maureen had never felt anything like this sensation in her life. She probably would have cum without his hand on her clit but together it was too much and she screamed in orgasm. He didn't last very long either and she could feel his cock twitching inside her, pumping his seed into her anus. After they had both stopped cumming he pulled his cock at of her with a wet plop. Maureen could feel his cum oozing out of her asshole and running down the back of her leg. She was too spent to move.

"I knew you would be my prize slut from the first time I saw you," Amanda said, scooping up a strand of cum from the back of Maureen's leg with her finger and sucking it into her mouth. 

Maureen looked over at Latonya and Laura. They were both in similar positions on the carpet. Laura winked at her.

"Clean up and be ready in half an hour," Amanda said leaving the room.

After cleaning up and making their way back to the main room Latonya spoke. "You put on quite a show back there. Did you really enjoy it that much?" she asked coldly.

"I....I couldn't help myself," Maureen answered feeling embarrassed. "I'm not like this in real life." 

Maureen turned beet red and was on the verge of tears. Everyone thought she was a slut now...that she did stuff like this all the time. She wasn't. She didn't. 

"I didn't mean to make you feel defensive," Latonya answered. "We've both orgasmed here before as well," she said motioning to Laura. 

"We've just never seen someone as sexual as you," Laura said. "I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I'm sorry."

"What we're trying to say is just to be careful. We don't know what Amanda has in store for us," Latonya said as they got to the couches and waited for what was next. "Don't let her think that you are enjoying it too much. Don't lose yourself."

The rest of the day was spent much like the first part. Amanda would come back with masked men and command the girls to perform in a variety of sexual positions with them. When evening came, they were all exhausted. Amanda seemed pleased with all of their performances this day but especially with Maureen. When she dismissed the other girls back to their chambers, she pulled Maureen aside.

"I have plans for you. Your training is progressing much faster than the others," she said. She then pulled Maureen closer to her, mashing their large breasts together and kissing her hard on the lips. Maureen parted her lips and let Amanda's tongue slip inside her mouth. She kissed Amanda back just as hard and yelped as Amanda bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Amanda sucked on Maureen's lower lip drawing the blood into her mouth before pulling away. "Yes. I have plans for you," she said and then left.




Maureen's Abduction



Maureen stood there silently watching Amanda leave the room before joining her other two roommates in the bed chamber, wondering what Amanda was planning. As attracted as she was to her, she couldn't think of anything scarier than being Amanda's plaything. Maybe the other girls were right. Maybe she was losing herself. She was becoming more confused each day. Each day she found it harder to remember her life before her abduction.

The End of Chapter 1