Copyright © 2001, rupert. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Tuesday PM, October 27, 2001 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: mothera1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/Fff/anal/oral /tort. Story_intro: The kidnapping, rape and torture of a pregnant mother, and her two daughters, aged 10 and 4. Mother & daughters part 1 Written by rupert It had been easy to take them on that dark, rain-swept evening. I had been stalking them for weeks, now; and knew all of their movements. I had chosen my targets carefully, a mother, shortish dark hair, around thirty-five, slim attractive, and heavily pregnant. Her daughters, who I now know to be ten and four, were a complete contrast, both with long, blonde whispy hair, and skinny, mirroring their mother's slim build. Taking them had been very simple, just follow them to the shops, then, while mummy pops into the store, I climb in the back seat back with the girls. Mummy returns, to find that I'm holding my knife at the little one's throat. I order mummy to get in, and then drive to a quiet spot I had picked earlier. They secure each other up with the tape I have provided; I drive to my van, ditch the car, and we are on our way home to my secluded farmhouse. Simple. We are now all nice and comfortable in my cellar/torture-chamber. The threat to cut the little child's throat has made mummy very compliant, and now she is sitting at a heavy wooden bench, naked, hands secured to the tabletop with thick leather straps. Her heavy, swollen belly bulges in her lap. She has stopped crying and pleading, after my dire warnings, and sits quietly, her red-rimmed eyes fixed on the children. The children are secured in a somewhat different manner. The eldest, (who her mother informed me was heather), is tied across a stout wooden v-shaped horse, ankles fastened on one side, wrists one the other, virtually bent double. She is also naked, except for her white knee socks. They turn me on. Her sister, the four-year-old Emma, is fixed to a small table, on her back, little legs pulled up to her chest and splayed, wide-open by ropes to the table, her wrists secured to her ankles with thin wire. She is delightfully stretched, her little bald cunt and tiny pink anus exposed to the cool night air. Her hands have turned purple from the tight wire. She is not comfortable, resembling an oven-ready turkey, and I have had to tape her mouth shut, because of her ear-splitting racket. Her sister has had the good sense to restrict herself to sobbing quietly. I explain the rules carefully and slowly to the mother, whose name she tells me is Jackie. "I'm going to torture you, Jackie", I explain. "Sessions will last three hours. It will be severe, and you will find it unbearable at times." She starts to cry loudly, and I wait patiently until she settles down and can listen to me. "But," I continue, "You can stop the torture at any time. All you have to do is nominate one of your daughters to take your punishment instead of you. However, as I prefer to torture very little girls, it will work on a 'bonus' system. You will get a ten-minute break if you nominate Heather, as she is the eldest. Choose little Emma, and you are assured of a twenty-minute break, while I work on her instead. Generally, the girls will suffer exactly the same tortures as you if you choose to nominate them, as this will give you some idea of the pain they will suffer.. As an extra bonus, you can earn yourself a full half-hour rest, if you can suggest a torture for one of your girls that is original, more painful than what you are enduring, or if the novelty of it just turns me on. Begging me to rape one of your daughters in the hole that you nominate will earn you a short rest, but you REALLY will have to beg me, and the duration of your rest is negotiable, depending on how 'nasty' the rape you devise is, and how well you verbally 'encourage' me during it. Right, let's get started." I laid a tray in front of her. It contained about one hundred shiny needles, about three inches long. She shuddered, and started begging and pleading again. I warned her that doing that would increase a session by one hour. That shut her up. "Right, sweetheart, try to be brave." I told her in a voice of mock concern, and, taking a firm hold of her ripe, pale and milk filled tit in one hand, I selected a needle, applied it's gleaming point to her soft, bulging globe, and slowly pushed it deeply in. "NOO.PLEASE..OH SHIT!..AGHH! CHRIST...!" She wailed, grinding her teeth against the pain. Her daughter started calling out and screaming at me, so I decided to tape her mouth too. I gave her a minute so that her body would get the full impact of the needle; in the meantime, I taped the screaming child's mouth. Taking another needle, I brought it to her warm breast real slow; her eyes were fixed to it, her tit fruitlessly trying to pull away from it. I held it firm. "OH JESUS! ...IT HURTS!..AHHH..." the needle slipped easily and softly in. Before long, I had twenty needles in her sweat-glistening right tit. "Oh dear, I'm neglecting your other tit. That won't do." I smiled at her, picking up a needle and gripping her left breast. She whimpered like a baby. "Please..no..more..can't..take anymore..." she grizzled. "Sorry." I plunged the needle in. Her screams had become quite hoarse now. "Twenty-two. Must get more needles, looks like we'll use the hundred all up today." Choosing another, I held it against her tit. "NOO!!...Please....stop. Do Heather.." "Do Heather?" I feigned a puzzled look. She groaned, defeated. "Please... fuck her." "Nah, I prefer little kids." I pretended a lack of interest, bringing the needle back to her tit. "OKAY..OKAY.. fuck Emma.." she sobbed. "Nah, I don't think you really mean it, I mean, it's not really a turn on, you asking like that. Anyway, look, it's not even hard yet, and I don't have any lubrication, she'll be too tight dry. Thanks for the offer though." With that, I released my thick half-hard cock from my pants. "Look, see? not even hard." "Let me suck it, please. I'll get it nice and hard, and wet enough to go in, you'll see." she sobbed. "So what do you want me to do with it then?" I grinned at her. "Fuck my baby, rape her little cunt, please, fuck her hard." She was crying, defeated, and betraying her child. Without warning, I gripped her hair, and pushed my cock to the hilt in her hot, gagging mouth fucking it. "COME ON, THEN, YOU FAT CUNT!" Struggling under my sudden assault, it took a short time for her to get into her stride. And then she worked it real good, her cheeks hollowing under the pressure, gagging as It swelled to fill her mouth, my mushroom repeatedly hitting the back of her throat. Her soft lips slid rapidly up and down the length of my bone-hard cock in her frantic attempt to please. Pulling reluctantly out of her sucking mouth with a loud 'plop' I moved over to the little four-year-old-slut, and, positioning myself between her splayed, skinny legs, proceeded to rub my swollen, purple cockhead up and down her pale, plump little cunt lips. "Doesn't look like it's going to fit." I told her. "Best go back to doing your tits." I added. "No!-please-it'll go in, I'll help you." She almost screamed. Then, in a lower, quavering attempt at a sexy voice, "Come on, fuck that little cunt good and hard. It'll feel real nice in her tight little hole; push that big cock through those plump little bald lips. Please, let me watch you rape my little girl." "Okay, if you say so," I shrugged, and plunged my bursting cock straight into the child's unprepared cunt. I hit bottom with about five inches inside her. Her tiny body seemed to go into convulsions, and she was screaming shrilly behind the tape. She was now bleeding quite a lot. Gripping the table, I started slamming into her tiny body, her cunt resembling a burning silk sleeve as my over-sized and blood-lubricated length began sliding smoothly in and out of her. I pumped the little bitch a good ten minutes, amused at the sight of her plump little baby-fat bald lips stretched around, and gripping my hard, bloody shaft. Then I decided to try something else. Pulling my cock out of her torn and bloody hole, I glared at her mother. " Your little cunt's slit is too loose- I can't get off in there-she's like an old slag." You'd better come up with some ideas, or we go back to the needles." I warned her. "NO, NO- er, her bum hole, use her bum hole. That's right, bugger her for me, I really would love to watch that." She lied, feeling the pain of the needles embedded in her tits, and betraying her child even further to avoid more painful torture. "Okay, but your going to help me with this. With a knife at her throat, I released mummy's hands. Then, after ordering her to put them behind her back, cuffed her tightly, thus allowing her to manoeuvre without posing a threat to me. "Right, get over there and lube her asshole up with your tongue. Then you can concentrate on pleasuring me with it while I bugger her. Don't try to bite, or anything, there's only one person that can let you out of here. Plus you don't even want to think about the things I will do to you all if you try any funny business." The sobbing, big-bellied woman got gingerly between her daughter's stretched thighs, moaning with pain as her fat needle-filled breasts pressed against the rough wooden table. She swabbed at the little girl's pink anal bud, then sliding her tongue up and down the tender baby-slit as I directed, cleaning her of her own blood. "That'll do-out of the way, I need a fuck!" I growled, pulling her violently out of the way, and moving into the position vacated by the sprawling pregnant woman. "Do my balls, ass and shaft with your tongue, cunt." I ordered. Holding my flared, purple cock-head at the little girl's anus, I thrust slowly forward, groaning loudly as her rubber-band tight hole gave in and stretched wildly around my glans. Once past her anal ring, I ploughed immediately into her hot, damp bowel, as the child's gripping anal mouth travelled smoothly down the length of my bloated, veined shaft. Then, as my heavy balls slapped against the child's puny four-year-old cheeks, I was aware of her mother shuffling hurriedly behind me. A moan of satisfaction escaped my lips as I felt the woman's hot, wet mouth gently engulf one of my balls. Picking up rhythm, I began to slap deeply into the little girl's burning over-stretched gut. Behind, her mother was doing a great job, alternately sucking my balls, swabbing her hot tongue around my anus, then up and down my pumping shaft, each time it emerged wetly from her daughter's anus. At one point I felt the woman hesitate, then stop, while licking my shaft, and knew why. I too could smell the child's shit that obviously now coated my shaft. "Your dirty little cunt of a daughter's shit on my cock- make sure you tongue it clean each stroke." I told her. Sure enough, on each 'out' stroke, I would hold still for a few moments. This allowed the distraught, and gagging mother to carefully suck, nibble and lick her baby's light-brown shit from my pole, before I plunged back in, and repeated the process. Close to cumming, it was time to use the little girl's only remaining virgin hole. I removed the tape from the child's screaming mouth, and quickly replaced it with a ring-gag that held her mouth widely stretched open. "Now, mum, I'm going to fuck your baby's throat until I cum. If you want her to live through this, you had better talk as nasty as you can, and try to get me off quickly. It's her only chance. I am not going to pull out until I cum, and if it takes too long, she'll probably choke." Kneeling either side of the small girl's head, I lowered my body until my rigid, swollen cock had just entered the ring gag. Her mother had realised the truth in what I had said, and straight away tried to talk me off. "That's right, fuck her tiny mouth. Make my little four-year-old slut swallow your hard meat, come on, spunk on her tongue, rape her cunt and ass", She sobbed and cried. Plunging into the girl's mouth, I fucked her throat just like a woman's cunt, to the hilt, at first pulling out every few strokes, allowing her to breathe and cough. But after a short time, I needed to fuck her throat properly, and so I speeded up, not pulling out, but fucking deeply into her tight throat. I was panting and screaming at the little cunt to swallow my cock down her four-year-old throat, to choke on it and make me cum. The table was rocking wildly, and my hairy ballsack slapped continually against her chin as she took the whole weight of my rutting crotch on her tiny, snotty face. The child was bucking and choking, trying to breathe as, grunting like a pig, I forcefully fucked her throat with long hard strokes. A crying mummy had frantically buried her face in my backside. Her hot tears ran down my hairy ass-cheeks, as she started poking and swirling her insistent warm, wet tongue around my balls and anus. Trying to get me off, she was urging me to rape her brat. It was having an affect. The child's hot throat, and her mother's dirty talk and frantic licking, had me close to the edge. But it would be a very close thing. The child was turning blue now, slimy snot coating my pubic hair, her bucking had become really frantic. Oh well. I decided to forget the child's problems, and concentrate on enjoying my face-fuck. Her mummy saved her life. With a superhuman effort, the pregnant mum buried her face between my sweat-soaked, pumping buttocks and forced her tongue inside my anus, swirling it around. That did it. My balls tightened, and suddenly I was pumping jet after jet of thick, viscous cum down the child's spasming throat. Collapsing exhausted, I sighed deeply, relaxing, enjoying the delicious feeling of the last few waves of my cum, my groin humping slowly. "GET OFF HER, PLEASE...GET OF HER....OH, GOD..." it was the frantic mum. "Oh yes, I forgot about her." I grinned, and reluctantly, with an obscene plop, pulled my slimy cock from the now still child's throat, rolling off her tiny body. "She dead? I asked, casually. The girl, as if on cue, coughed and jerked, cum spattered from her snotty little nose, and she started crying noisily again. Her mother sobbed with relief, as the child's colour returned. "Right, you clean her cunt and ass up, while I go and get the needles- no point going back to the table- I can do you here." " Please...no..more...I can't take anymore.." She sobbed. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.