0 comments/ 20568 views/ 8 favorites Trapped Ch. 02 By: carocbriton The first thing Sandy sensed the next morning was drool running from her parted lips, making a wet spot on her pillow. She reached with a hand; her eyes still shut; and wiped it away. Then she struggled to even remember where she was, or the day, or what she should be doing. Rolling onto her back the dull pain that ran through her body brought her situation to the forefront. She brushed her hair off her face, and then stared at the dilapidated ceiling above her. She was in her bed. She looked at her chest and for a moment couldn't recognize the garment that covered it; a flimsy nightie? Throbbing pain started to dominant her senses. This pulsing hurt came from her vagina and rectum. Then full measure of the yesterday registered in her mind. She put a hand over her eyes, but for now she didn't have any tears left. She had been raped. First by a stranger. Her mother had called her home and then begged her to help in getting out of some undefined, but mortal, danger. "Help" meant letting "Paul" fuck her, right now she wasn't even sure how many times. Pictures from yesterday floated in her head. Of this man squatting over her and shoving his cock down her mouth, of him on the bed while, while...it was too much. And her mother. First, she didn't even know where she went last night. But before that, in her bedroom. She wanted to hate her for getting her into this to begin with. But then she acted crazy. And the pain in her pussy was more from the fisting her mother gave her then the fucking from Paul. Her tender ass had two sources, however. She now remembered Paul sodomizing her on her mother's bed. And then Jeff. Jeff was her stepdad. He came home last night, after Paul had finished with her Mom, Trish, and herself. Soon Trish had to leave. According to Jeff a car was waiting for her. Then Paul, in so many words, gave her to him. After Paul left, Jeff had sat down next to her, and here was the crazy part. While Sandy loved sex, the very thought of having with Jeff grossed her out. Sure she put up with his coming into the bathroom when she was in the tub, and his grabbing a feel. She knew plenty of girls that had it lots worst, including her friend Lucy. Though the police did nothing about it, she had been gang raped by her Dad and brothers. And the truth was she knew she led Jeff on at times. When she got out of the bath on those times he had come in she would make sure her robe was barely tied. And at night on the couch she would be in a nightshirt and panties. But to fuck him?! But when he was next to her she now remembered her actually begging for it. And it was the same with Paul. Now she remembered. She felt like she was being torn apart. She had never felt so turned on and frustrated at the same time. And the way her Mom acted! Something was wrong here. She stopped and thought some more. Last night she actually thought her stepdad was going to be decent at the end. He let her go to bed. But right after she laid down he came into her room. He mauled her body for too long, and then raped her in her ass. She looked at her clock. It was a little after ten. Jeff would be at work. She looked for her phone. Then she remembered leaving it in the living room. She got up and winced. She felt almost nauseous from the pain. She was just about to open the door when Jeff came in! She flew into a rage, pummeling him with her fists, and then ran past him, down the hall. But after only a few feet he grabbed her ankle and she fell face first onto the raggy carpet. She tried to get away from him but he pulled her back, and then turned her around. She scratched his arms, cursing him. But then his hand shot out and wrapped around her throat. She tried to break his grip but couldn't. He kneeled over her belly, tighten his grip. "You done?" Sandy made one more try at getting his hand off her throat. This only resulted in him applying even more force. Once more he asked her. "You done Sandy? Or do you want me to throw you in the river." More than one woman had ended up there over the last few years. And while Sandy for a moment though that death would be okay, she nodded. After a moment he took his hand off of her. She coughed a couple of times, and then just laid there, her arms crossed over her chest. Jeff caught his breath. Then he reached down to move her arms. For a moment she resisted, but then he took one hand and raised it over her, palm open. With that she placed her arms at her side. Pausing Jeff looked down at Sandy, his stepdaughter. Her chest still was heaving from the fight. The nightie didn't hide a thing. Her tits, 36DD lay under the gauzy material. She watched him through half closed eyes. He reached down with both hands and ripped the sleeper right down the middle. He couldn't help and speak out loud. "Fuck Sandy, you are hot!" He had married her mother, Trish, when Sandy was six. Last night he almost didn't do her. But having such a hottie right here, well. He ran his hands over her breasts for a couple of minutes. Sandy squeezed her eyes shut and bite her lips. Then he stood up, which got her to open her eyes. "You know Sandy; I was coming in to tell you breakfast was ready." As soon as he said that she actually could smell the cooked food. Silent for a moment he began to unbuckle his belt. Then he went on. "Yeah, wasn't even going to do you this morning. But now, well you laying there like that, fucking at my mercy." Instead of saying more he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He didn't have on any underwear. His cock stood straight out. It was only six or seven inches, but thick, more than two inches around. And the head looked to Sandy to be as big as a fist. She just laid there. What else could she do? And she watched him as he stepped out of his trousers. Nothing was said for a long minute. Sweat now pooled under the girl, falling off her back. His eyes ate her up. Her long hair, light blonde, was loose and lay on the floor. The torn nightie hung in tatters. She too didn't have on any underwear. He had yanked them off last night, or was that early this morning? Her cunt had the lightest of patches. Her long legs were strong and tanned. There were spread slightly. Finally he spoke, first taking his cock in his one hand. "Yeah, fucking hot, you laying there. Remember when you would go around with your robe open?" When she didn't reply he raised a foot as if her would kick her. "Yes, yes, I remember, I know I did that, but please Jeff!" He knelt down between her legs, and then took one in each hand. His cock now hung parallel the floor. He lifted her legs up, and spread them. She grunted in pain. He moved up closer, and then lowered himself, so that his dick now was right in front of her cunt. At the same time he placed her legs on his shoulders and then grabbed her hips. Once he was ready he looked at Sandy. Her tits were heaving now. He could see sweat running down her cleavage, pooling on her belly. Her lips were slightly parted. A sheen of sweat was on her forehead, matting her bangs down. Her eyes were shut tight. He moved just a little closer, so that his cock head touched her pussy lips. This made her jump. "Raise up your head and look at me Sandy." Without any idea of what else to do she put an arm behind her head and looked at him. "Go on, keep looking." He pushed his cock head past her cunt lips and into her. Her ass bucked off the floor and she cried out in pain. He paused. "Look at me, Sandy, fucking tease, God, I wanted to fuck you when you did that!" Then he pushed some more, now not stopping. Sandy, his stepdaughter since she was six, let out a long cry. She grabbed at the carpet, her back arching. Still, she kept her eyes on Jeff. When he was all the way in he lifted her up some more. Then he started to fuck her in deep fast thrusts. He watched as her tits bounced. After awhile he changed to slowly pulling his dick almost completely out of her cunt while pulling her hips back when pushed into her. When his cock head got to her lips it made her body spasm. Pausing he would slam all the way in, then again. She started to beg him. "Please Jeff, please, stop, oh God, please, please..." When he was about to cum he pulled out of her, and moved up along her chest. Grabbing her hand he had her pump his cock. Soon long ropes of his cum shot onto her tits, then her throat, finally her face. As it went limp she let go of his dick. He was bent over her on his hands and knees, panting. He stood up after a few minutes. Looking down at her, with his cum shiny on her skin, her chest rising and falling, he felt his dick actually start to recover. "Get up." He reached down and yanked her to her feet. "We're going to clean up. We're going out." With that he led her to the bathroom. Trapped Ch. 02 One's life can change in an instant. At least that was the lesson I had learned in the last six months. One minute, I was working a lowly government job in an office with air conditioning that barely worked, and the next I was married to this sassy, quick witted , and sharp tongued woman who had a great sense of style. And to top it all, she was settled as a US citizen in the greater LA area. Her family owned a gas station and a motel and they wanted a down to earth North Indian boy who would not mind helping out with the business. A common family friend had introduced me to Jas's family and our first conversation had lasted for a couple of hours. Jas had talked at length about her extended family and interest in fashion designing. She also mentioned her complete lack of interest in managing the family businesses as well as cooking and any kind of house work. She was extremely social and seemed to always have a text to respond to or a friend to talk to either in the US or here. In fact even on the day we met for the first time, a local friend had joined her. She seemed to know a lot of people. But I was completely in awe of her, and the fact that she would even consider someone like me. She had brown eyes that were intense and piercing. At 5 feet 5 inches, she was skinny , slightly dark, and had a pointy nose. The day we met she wore tight black jeans with a hot pink off the shoulder top to match her sharp pink finger nails. There were a bunch of pimples across her forehead. I simply loved her confidence and the way she took charge of any situation even though these were not her regular surroundings. We were on our way to her ancestral house in Punjab. Her father has passed away several years back in a road accident. Her mom shuttled between Punjab and LA frequently. On the way, they talked about a lot of things but Jas mentioned several times how she wanted me to take charge of the motel and gas station. "If I am going to spending all my time at the motel and station, when will I start my masters degree, honey?" I asked her. "What is this rush to study? Eventually you have to earn money only right," Jas replied rather casually while fiddling with her phone texting someone for the umpteenth time on the trip. "But we talked about that. I want to start in the next six months," I said in a gloomy tone. "That will happen when it happens," Jas shrugged me off as she often did. Then she let the cellphone go and lovingly took my arm and said in soft but firm manner, "Now listen, when you see my mom, touch her toes, got it? Bend all the way. Do not make it a formality and just give her cursory respect. And she is very demanding when it comes to keeping the house clean. Also everything needs to be in its place. And for God's sake brush your hair." Jas brushed her fingers through my hair and smiled seductively. I had a hard on immediately. I could not wait to get over this formality of meeting her mom and rushing to our honeymoon. We had not had sex yet and I could not wait to rip Jas's pants and get inside her. Her mother greeted us in the driveway of their pretty large bungalow in a shaded corner of this rich neighborhood. The house was a pretty good size and had large trees in the front. One thing that struck me as odd was that the windows all seemed to be tinted with a really dark color. That must make the house really dark inside, I thought. And indeed as I stepped in the house on a late afternoon summer day, the lights were on even though the bungalow had such beautiful windows. And for some reason, the Dhingra family, loved white tube lights. Instead of the soft lighting that I would expect to see in a house of this class, there were bright fluorescent lights all over the place. Even the lamps had smaller mercury bulbs. My wife had mentioned that her mother hated wasting money and got really mad when someone did the same. The entire place had a very functional look. They could have decorated this place so much better. Sheila entered the room looking really sexy. I was almost (but not totally) embarrassed being turned on. I had not paid much attention to her during the wedding ceremonies. I did remember her yelling at the wedding planner when the flowers she liked were late and yelling again at the cooks for being slow. But I could not remember how she looked until now. She was wearing a red halter neck blouse that accented her long neck with a saree that was baring midriff a little too much for someone of her age. She was wearing a deep red lipstick to match and had her sexy silver glasses resting on her head. She came and sat by my side but did not even look at me. In fact, she totally ignored me. "Jas, your room is ready. Also make sure, you call Harry. He has phoned you twice already wanting to plan an evening with the gang tomorrow," Sheila said talking to Jas in a businesslike manner. "I thought we were leaving tomorrow?" I asked looking a little surprised. "Oh honey, I forgot to tell you. My mom was missing me. Moreover, I wanted to catch up on my friends as well. So we will be staying a few days. What is the hurry anyway? And in case you are thinking, Harry is part of my group of friends, I have grown up with," Jas replied looking at me in a teasingly knowing how insecure I got when I heard her talking to guys on the phone. I was shocked of this change in plans. Spending an evening with her friends, especially Harry who she seemed to talk with a lot was not my idea of a romantic evening. Jas left to get a glass of water. Sheila had not spoken to me directly so far. She seemed a little cross. There was an uneasy tension between us with none of us saying anything for a few moments. "It's a really nice house. I love the long flowing rooms," I said trying to break the uncomfortable silence. She nodded a little. But still not words. "Everything OK? You seem a little quiet," I persisted Now she turned her eyes and gazed straight at me. Her curved eye lashes made her looked like a fiery snake. "Looks like your parents did not teach you how to respect elders," Sheila angrily remarked. I was a little taken aback by this and then realized she was referring to me touching her feet as mark of respect. "Oh, I am ssssorry. We don't do that at our home so it slipped my mind," I stammered. My face got all red as I stuttered through the explanation. I got up and walked towards where she was sitting on the plush red leather couch cross legged with her one foot in the air. I made a motion to touch her feet with my hand and looked at her. She did not seem pleased with my effort. I remember Jas telling me to touch her feet all the way. She rested the newspaper on the side table and slapped me hard with her hand right across the face. Before I could even react, she slapped me hard again across the other cheek. My cheeks were all red and I had no idea what had happened. "Is this what your parents have taught you? I will peel the skin off your back if you do not learn to respect me and my daughter?"she said with a look that scared me but was sexy in a weird diabolical way. I was completely awestruck. For some weird reason this turned me on like nothing had. Her mom had an overpowering effect on me. I just wished in that moment that she would not stop slapping me. I was humiliated yet excited. I could not explain what was going on. Her face glowed with anger and sweat glistened on her forehead. "Go on you knees and bend your head till you kiss my feet with you lips, you bastard!" I did as I was told. She was wearing a silver open toed sandal and he toe nails were painted a deep red. I put my lips down on her toes and then I heard her telling me to lick them. "Saaale chaat. Tu issee layak hai! You are our dog now and you know you don't have a choice. I know you like this. That's why I told Jas that you are the kind of guy we want, "Sheila said with a wicked smile on her face which I could sense even though my eyes were staring at her feet. I started licking her feet and toes and the more I did it, the more I enjoyed it. Her feet were smooth and white. The red color of the toes nails made them even more desirable. Then she dug her nails at the back of my head and lifted my head by pulling my hair hard. Then she slapped me hard again a few times. Then she took the tip of her right sandal and dug it in my chin. First a little hard and then she kept pressing. "Now repeat after me. I am your and your daughter's slave for life and I will do what you say without questioning. Ever!" she commanded. I repeated what she said. "I will do whatever work is given to me. No questions asked. I will be the house help, driver, take care of the house, kids if there are any in the future." I repeated the same. "My wife and her mother's wishes are my command." "Yes maam" "Good doggie! " She spit on my face. Then she spit on the cement floor.. "Lick it Sammie. That's your new house boy name" I bend down and licked the spit from the ground. "Now strip naked doggie" I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of her. Jas walked in and said while laughing ,"Mom, I love you. You already have done what I thought would take a few months. You promised me that he would be the perfect submissive husband for me and you were right. You are always right mom. Look how excited he is." She bent down and kissed her mom's feet as well. Her mom beamed in pleasure. Then Jas circled me and ran her nails along my back and grabbed me by my balls pushing her hands in between my thighs. And then she dug her nails so hard that I thought she would rip them. I shrieked loudly. Both women looked at me and exchanged a joke. They were giggling. "He is so small mommy. I am going to have to look elsewhere if I want someone to really pleasure me," she remarked, Sheila said, "Now if my daughter wants to play with someone else, would you have a problem." "Like Harry," Jas laughed. I did not repeat. "Would you have problem, Sammie?" I did not say anything. Jas slapped me hard. Sheila took my belt and whipped me hard. "Jas will go wherever she likes with whomever she likes. She may even bring a few friends home. Will you have a problem?" her mom demanded angrily. I did not repeat. This was too much. I could not see my wife with someone else. Sheila and Jas were having a little conference as if they were not pleased with what I said. The two seemed to be having an argument and it ended with Jas pleading with her mom to take it easy. Sheila walked over to the finely crafted wood cabinet and took out a pair of white disposable gloves. I watched her in awe and fear as she slipped them on and squeezed liquid out of a cream colored tube which she rubbed all over her hands. Jas came over to me and said softly, "Now honey, don't be afraid. This is for your own good. My mom wants to make sure you are a obedient little boy and listen to her. Do what she says and do not make a lot of fuss. " "What is she going to do to me? Please I will do what you two say. Just do not hurt me," I was really scared now and was almost about to cry. "Looks like your baby is about to cry and I have not even done anything," Sheila taunted. "It will not hurt if you resist honey. Just go into a doggie pose," Jas said with a smile. My legs were wobbly as I went on all fours. Jas pushed my head on the rug as I felt Sheila's hands lift my ass higher in the air. Jas removed her panties as she looked at me naughtily and stuffed them in my mouth. Her panty tasted salty and wet. I felt Sheila massage my anus with the gloves and apply a liquid around the area. She rubbed my stomach with her smooth hands. I waited in anticipation and fear. Jas sat on the couch opposite to me with her legs spread open. She started rubbing herself. I was getting so aroused watching her play with herself that I forgot Sheila was behind me. And then I felt one of her fingers enter my anus. I tried to shout but my voice was muffled by the panty in my mouth. As her long finger worked its way in my anus, I felt a pleasure that was totally foreign to me.She rotated her finger inside me.. Her sharp red nail was hurting a bit as it grazed the side of the anus. My cock was getting harder. Sheila then put a second finger.It felt a lot tighter but the liberal amount of grease she had used seemed to help. Jas was moaning loudly and saying," Oh mom, fuck him harder. I want to hear him scream!" Sheila promptly removed the panty from my mouth and then jabbed a third finger roughly in my anus and started fucking my roughly. I screamed as this happened so suddenly. As she fucked my harder, Jas moaned louder. Sheila fucked me harder and harder until as he had all five fingers in my ass and I was yelling in pain. Jas moaned louder and louder until she exploded in ecstasy. Jas played with herself as her mom continued to fuck my ass.Sheila then grabbed my balls with her other hand and massaged my cock as she inserted another finger. My ass felt like it may explode. As Sheila massaged my cock while inserting her fourth finger, my cock exploded and I collapsed on the floor.