April Daniels opened the door to the luxury home of her father and step mother and stepped inside. The door swung closed behind her but her attention wasn't on the door. It was locked on her step mother.

The young second wife of her wealthy father was wearing only sheer bra and panties. She was standing in the living room with her arms locked together in handcuffs fastened to ropes run through an eye-screw in the beam ceiling. Her mouth was filled with a rubber ball on a strap and she was struggling, frantic, trying to yell to April.

"Welcome home, April!" A stranger's voice came from behind her. The shock of the sight in front of her and the stranger's voice caused the young girl to freeze, standing rooted to the spot. "We've been waiting for you to join us. Your step mother, Veronia, has been most helpful in telling me about you and about herself!"

Someone grabbed April by her hair, tightening on it and forcing her forward against the feeling of being frozen. Her feet began moving, bearing her closer and closer to where her step mother was made to stand, held in place by the handcuffs and rope. A broom handle was taped to the woman's ankles, holding them wide apart in an inverted V. She was close enough to notice the perspiration sheen on her step mother's nearly naked flesh. She saw other things, but tried not to pay attention to those things.

"She told me, after some coaching, that you were just eleven. Last month, wasn't it? She said you were pretty but she wasn't good at telling me how sweet and cute you are in real life!"

"Are...are you kidnapping us?" April tried to decide if she wanted to see the person holding her hair or not. If he wasn't wearing a mask would he feel he needed to kill her?

"Oh, for ransom? Hmmm, probably not. I don't really care about the money and other junk your father has. My interests are far more... specialized." The man's other hand came into view. It held a black revolver and Veronica squealed into the gag as the man used the barrel of the gun to rub at the woman's breasts through the thin bra. April was forced to notice how hard and long those nipples were atop the large, round, firm, high-set breasts.

"Yesss, more specialized! Veronica here seems to enjoy my attention. Don't you, dirty girl!" A whimpering moan broke from her step-mother's bound body as she twisted at the end of her tether. April then noticed the cameras set up around the room.

Though she was not knowledgeable about sex no eleven year old in this day is totally unaware of adult videos. Her eyes widened, realizing that this was getting worse than kidnapping for ransom.

She tried to run. It wasn't planned. It was pure panic. The fist in her hair pulled back hard, her feet, trying to propel her forward ran out from under her body and she collapsed upon her back on the floor, dragging the man's hand down by the grip he held on her hair. The impact, unexpected, of landing on the floor knocked the wind out of her, stopping her panicked rush. She was left staring up into the masked eyes of the man who held her hair.

"That was foolish! I'll make sure you pay for trying to get away from me!" He let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulder, rudely flipping her face down on the floor. She felt his bigger, heavier body lower over her, his knees on either side of her hips as he pulled at her hands.

Later she would realize that when he did this he had to have put the gun down or in a pocket or something. Later it was too late to take advantage of his not having a good grip on her body or a weapon trained on her.

"Let's start with some classic bonds." His voice sounded almost thoughtful. A ripping sound preceded her feeling something sticky wrapping around her wrists, forcing them together. Tape! She tried to pull her wrists free but the tape just kept wrapping tighter. Then another ripping sound and her arms were pulled together behind her back, more tape going around her elbows. It was not easy to feel her arms pulled so tight behind her back but it did not really hurt.

"Doesn't she look sexy being bound, Veronica?" The man forced her up by strong fingers digging into her forearms, lifting her up until she clambered to her feet. "I'll bet a hot, needy, horny slut like you gets a special thrill out of seeing her tied up, helpless!"

April wanted to run. She wasn't sure what rape was, exactly, but knew she didn't want it to happen. The dual grip on her arms and the mind-numbing fear that invaded her mind kept her in place.

"Did you know your step-mommy was a horny, bisexual slut, April?" The man pushed her forward. Her step-mother was a good head taller and April found her face level with the thin, transluscent bra holding Veronica's breasts. One of the man's hands let go of her arm to once more control her head by her hair. "Does this feel good, Veronica? Don't you wish April would lick... suck... bite those super hard nipples of yours?" The hard bumps on her step-mother's breasts where rubbed back and forth across April's mouth and nose.

April looked up into her step-mother's eyes which were watching her. She felt the older woman, her father's second wife, push the hard nipple against her lips. Heard her moan, eyes pleading. April's vision blurred as tears came to her eyes.

"I know. You really want to smear that wet cunt slime of yours over her mouth and nose. Want to feel her tongue forced deep inside your hot, wet, needy, horny, aching hole!"

April felt the man kick at the back of her knee. Between his grip on her hair and her bicep he forced her to kneel in front of her bound step-mother. Veronica spread her legs and the hand in her hair forced her mouth and nose against the crotch of the lacy panties. The very, very wet panties.

"Want to face-fuck your little step-daughter? Want to cum all over her innocent little face? Cum on her sexy, bound body?" The man forced April to stay in place as Veronica began to grind her panty-covered pussy against her step-daughter's mouth and nose. April began to scream, the wetness smearing over her mouth and nose, the vibrations of the screaming lips against the pussy lips of her step-mother.

The piercing shriek from Veronica was dulled by the gag, but only so much. She rubbed her panty-clad pussy against her step-daughter's mouth and nose until her body arched, shaking in the need and desire. As she froze, her body spasming a strong stream of hot juices gushed out of her slit, through the thin panty crotch right into April's mouth and nose. Smelling strongly like urine but not quite April was nauseated by the wet flood soaking her nose, mouth and chin, dripping down onto her blouse and chest.

Veronica's body gave one more shiver as she went slack, supported by the bonds on her wrists. The man used his grip on April's hair, pulling her mouth away from the disgusting mess. The young girl's nose stung, her mouth tasting the mixture of light sweetness and acrid saltiness, both having been part of her too intimate time with her step-mother. She gasped for air, spitting out the shocking flavors. Out of the corner of one eye she caught a flash.

The man in the mask was using a small camera, taking photos of her. The digital camera captured her shame, degradation for later amusement. Close ups to go along with the video cameras that were capturing the sight and sound at a distance.

"Let us go!" April spat, lowering her eyes to deny him the tears that were spilling out.

"Not yet, delicious little girl! No, not yet!" he chuckled as he put the camera down. "Now that mommy-whore has had her fun it is time for someone else to enjoy!"

His big, gloved hand moved over the front of April's blouse, moving over the small bumps that had only recently begun to emerge from her flat chest. With her arms bound behind her back they were almost flat again, but still this man molested her. The bra-vest offered little protection, no padding. Veronica had decided against a training bra for April saying she didn't need one of those yet.

April's own tiny, sharp nipples were hard. It had to be fear, she rationalized. She didn't want him to know about them, though. Didn't want to hear him taunt her the way he had taunted Veronica.

"Let me go you sick fuck!" The foul language almost embarrassing her.

"Oh ho! Girls these days pick up such language so early! Since 'ronnie-slut," the man nodded toward Veronica who was struggling to get her feet back under her, "has already washed your mouth out once I guess that won't work to cure you of being nasty to your eldes!"

April felt a small victory in the fact that his hand was no longer molesting her. She tried to pull free of his other hand on her hair but it was still very tight.

"We don't want you getting your little slut ass overloaded with your big whore mouth." The man said in a calm fashion. His free hand went to Veronica's hips and suddenly snatched the delicate lace panties from the woman's hips.

"So I'll fill that face-cunt of yours, for the moment." He brought the ruined, dripping wet panties to April's lips. She was wondering what he was going to do when it happened. He rammed the foul-tasting wet panties into her parted lips, ramming them deep.

Now it was April's turn to cry out through a muffling gag. She tried to get her tongue behind the material, trying to push it out. She didn't pay attention to anything else as she sought to get the messy panties out.

She felt it before she saw it. Something pulling between her teeth, pushing the wadded up wet panties deeper into her mouth, pulling at the corners of her mouth. Something tight.

Her wide, frightened eyes were wide open, looking at the man, trying to look down at her own face and then her eyes finally fell on her step-mother's body. Her now totally naked body. She realized the man had made use of the lacy bra, pulling it between her teeth to wedge the wet panties in and keep them there.

"Keep calm, breathe through your nose and don't start throwing up. You'll aspirate and die. That wouldn't be any fun for me at all!" April whined around the panties as she once more felt the man's gloved hand groping at her body. This time he run the hand down the front of her body, pressing against her hips and then lower, feeling between her legs over the skirt and panties.

"Are you a good girl, or will you be like your step-whore-mommy?" She forced her legs tight together and squealed into the panty-gag.

"I'll bet you have a real cute, tight butt!" The masked attacker began forcing April over to a foot stool, pushing his leg into the back of her knee and driving her down, kneeling at one end of the padded foot stool. She tried to push back up, trying to get away, to deny this man any more access to her body for as long as possible.

The man's gun made another appearance, held next to her head. He held it there as she realized what it was and what it meant. She let him push her face down across the top of the foot stool. She panted, realizing how out of breath she was, able to breathe through her nose, mostly. She concentrated on breathing as she felt him secure her body to the top of the footstool with rope wrapped all the way around both her and the stool, keeping her from rising up.

With her tummy against the foot stool April thought it some better. The man couldn't molest her chest.

She felt his hands between her knees and she remembered to clamp her thighs together, but realized that she shouldn't have relaxed. There was rope between the legs. The rope tightened around one thigh. The man lifted her lower body, moving it closer to the right leg of the foot stool. She felt him bind the rope, one thigh tied to the leg of the stool on that side.

The threat of the gun, the realization that her resistance was doing little to even slow him down went through April's mind. He was going to do things to her. He enjoyed shaming her. What if she stopped resisting? Would that make this end faster? If he got bored would he just go away?

When the man went to move her other thigh to the other leg of the foot stool, spreading her thighs she allowed it. She didn't help him. She didn't fight him. He pushed her knee to one side and bound the second thigh, holding her legs spread.

She wasn't shocked by feeling her skirt flipped up. This much she knew would be part of rape. She kept her face down on the stool, vowing to remain as quiet as possible, to give him no satisfaction in her fear and shame.

Instead of his cutting, ripping or even pulling her panties aside, though, she felt him dragging the foot stool, sliding it across the floor. She peeked out of the corners of her eyes, seeing that the foot stool had been brought to a place in full view of her step-mother. Once he had positioned the stool to give her step mother a view he then changed a couple of the video cameras.

She took a deep breath as he seemed to finish up with his manipulation of the cameras. She closed her eyes and waited.

The next sound was Veronica whimpering, groaning and a wet, dirty sound. Her step-mother soon began to whimper faster, the wet sound growing more rapid, too.

April again peeked out of the corner of her eye, seeing the man's gloved fingers, two of them, pumping in and out of Veronica's shaved bald pussy. The woman's legs were coated in a film of fluid that wasn't perspiration.

The masked rapist was finger-fucking her step-mother and Veronica was getting off on it!

April hadn't really liked Veronica from the start. Her father had been so quick to divorce, so intent on taking custody from her mother. The pre-nup contract had spelled out a very limited alimony for April's mother and her father's lawyer had argued that she was better off with her father and his money.

The younger, sexier Veronica has appeared soon after the divorce, or maybe her father finally brought the two together.

While the two were never really enemies April never felt comfortable with the open sexiness of her step-mother.

Seeing the woman now behaving with total abandon to this rough, abusive attack made April actively dislike Veronica. Made her feel that the woman was too dirty to be in her house.

"You like having something in that cunt of yours, don't you? You like being a little rapeslut! God, you are getting wetter when I tell you just what a filthy little whore you really are!"

Veronica whimpered faster, April realized she was very close to another of those spasms. Orgasm was the word. Or cum. The Internet was such an instructive place.

The man suddenly pulled the two fingers from Veronica's wet, dripping, grinding slit. The aroused woman humped the empty air, beginning to wail plaintive, needy, anxious, begging for more as the man wiped the wet fingers on Veronica's mouth and nose.

"Smell what a filthy whore's cunt smells like. YOUR filthy whore cunt!"

Veronica shook all over, frustrated, at the edge and unable to cross over.

April felt the wet glove fingers on her own inner thighs, sliding against her own pussy through the cotton panties.

"Are you a hot little rapeslut like 'ronnie-cunt?" The fingers slid against her outer lips, touching April between her legs, the most intimate caress she had ever felt in her life, from a rapist. The feel of the wetness from deep inside her step-mother's cunt made her want to shudder. She forced herself to remain passive. If he enjoyed the responses Veronica gave him he would find nothing like it from her.

"Hmmm." The man continued to feel of her through the panties. "You didn't mention her being as frigid as an Alaska January."

The fingers left her cleft. April heard motion and imagined the man standing up, giving up on her, just as she had planned.

"Your little girl seems to think she is too good for me! Well, let's show her that I know all about how to warm up frigid little stuck-up bitches!"

That merited another attempt to see what was going on. The man moved away but soon returned. From her face-down position April couldn't see what he was doing. There was a loud swishing noise. It sent a chill down her back with an unbidden shudder running close behind.

Veronica apparently did see and immediately set up a protest. Her muffled cries told April that whatever the man had done it wasn't something Veronica wanted. If Veronica didn't want it April probably really, really didn't want it. As low as she felt right now a sinking feeling managed to enter her belly and make a dive.

The swish happened again followed by the sound of leather slapping across flesh. April felt nothing but Veronica squealed into her gag. To see her step mother and the cause of the sounds required more of April than just peeking from the corner of her eye. She had to turn her head. Curiosity won out over her wish to remain as passive as possible.

The man had a riding crop and swung it again. April knew about them from a friend who had taken riding lessons. The crop in this man's hand struck at Veronica's exposed, large breasts. The first strike had already raised an angry red welt. Tears streamed from her step-mother's eyes. She tried to twist her chest out of range.

"Look how hard your nipples are! I'll bet they would almost burst if I whipped them!" the man said. He moved behind April and she heard the swish before she realized that he had changed targets.

Surprise forced her out of her planned passivity. Her head jerked up, her body strained at the rope binding her to the foot stool and her bottom cheeks quivered as a line of liquid fire burned across them. A sharp cry of pain was held down in volume only by the wet panties in her mouth. She tried to turn back to see if he was still aiming at her. The plans to be passive had been melted in the fire of that first strike.

She saw the crop swing, heard the slap, dulled by the thin cotton layer between her flesh and the leather at the tip of the riding crop. The sound may be dull but April certainly felt the sting. The foot stool bumped against the floor as she turned and twisted but unable to escape the pain of the riding crop landing.

"Not so frigid now, is she? What do you think, you wet whore. Doesn't her little butt wiggle nicely when properly stimulated?"

April kept her eyes on the man now and saw him rubbing the leather tip of the riding crop against her step-mother's shaved pussy lips. Veronica moaned at the stimulation, her hips beginning to thrust against the touch to her needy slit.

Part of April wanted to look away but the burning pain in her bottom gave her reason to fear what might be happening with that painful crop. The burn of the two welts she wore continued deep inside. She didn't realize it when she began to shift her own hips, tensing and releasing her buttocks muscles to seek some relief from the deep burn.

"That's right..." the man said. April wasn't sure if he was saying it to Veronica or to her. The riding crop began to tap at the wet pussy lips. Veronica kept her pussy thrust out to the gentle taps, straining forward to offer her inner folds to the repetitive stimulus. She moaned, breathing faster through her nose.

April's rapt attention on the tableaux worked inside her young mind. Too afraid of looking away she took it all in. Her mind, influenced by the recent onset of puberty, began to find patterns, to program April with the behavior she saw being modeled.

The plaintive whimpering of her gagged step-mother combined with the sight of the woman's naked body seeking out pleasure. The imprinting began to trigger responses within April's own body.

"See how needy and hot she is, April? See your slutty step-mommy offer herself up, offering her bare cunt up to my crop. She needs to cum soooo bad, don't you, slut?" Veronica nodded to his question. "She knows that I can give her such intense, awesome gifts of pleasure."

Between April's own legs the white cotton panties developed a thin dark spot where her own slit was covered. She felt a tingling on the little button of her clit.

"Bet you'd love for me to get my big cock out and use it on your dripping wet, empty, aching, needy cunt, wouldn't you, Veronica? You want a good, hard, deep fuck! So empty. So needy." His voice taunting, offering more stimulus. The steady tapping of the crop against her pussy lip began to grow louder.

"It hurts now. A little. But that makes it hotter, doesn't it? The pain is in your pussy. The pain is fucking your needy pussy, isn't it? Fuck the pain back, slut!" The crop now slapped, short strokes that struck her step-mother's wet pussy mound near its apex, near the clitoris. Veronica grunted, low, her hips obeying his command. She thrust her pussy out in time to the pussy spanking.

"Now, show April how a real filthy whore cums! CUM, SLUT! CUM!" The crop struck again, double the speed, double the pain on Veronica's wet pussy.

April now saw the spray of fluid as her step-mother came. She had heard of girls "squirting" thanks to the Internet but hadn't the courage to look for images or video of it herself. She had felt it hit her face earlier, but now there was nothing blocking the gush of fluids.

Veronica screamed into her gag as the orgasm shook her body. She held her pussy out even after the slapping intense sting had hit her cunt mound. Her normally flat belly revealed the tightening of her belly muscles, clamping down hard as the orgasm that began with the spark of the crop acted like a forest fire, flaming through the rest of her body.

April had heard other girls in her school talking in whispers about orgasms or "cums". She doubted any of them had meant anything like what she had witnessed.

The dark spot on her panties was now larger and the tingle that had begun seemed an intense buzz.

Veronica was unaware of the changes taking place in April's mind and body. She slumped, hanging by the handcuffs once more.

The man with the mask turned to April. "Now, let's see what you have learned."

April whimpered as the crop was raised, her own flesh the new target.

The crop burned the air and then burned another welt onto April's body. This one went straight across her body at the point where her thighs stopped and her buttocks began. The eleven year old again squealed, tears filling her eyes. Before the first stroke had reached full realization, though, the crop swung back, again at that juncture.

"Wiggle your little butt for me, April! Show me what a good bad girl you can be!"

There was no resolve for passivity now. April gyrated her hips as much as the bondage allowed. It was not so much lewd as enthusiastic, offering compliance to avoid the pain. She looked back over her shoulder, wiggling her butt as best she could, seeking to know if she had pleased him or would be facing another burning welt.

He got down on his knees behind her. She saw him lay the crop on the floor, giving her some relief that maybe she had appeased this man's cruel intentions, for now.

"Well, well. It looks like you enjoyed Veronica's show!"

She felt his fingers once more on her panties, this time sliding along the spreading dark spot that followed her pussy slit. April blushed hard, realizing what was happening. She was wet and this man knew it.

Veronica recovered enough to resume supporting her weight on her feet instead of depending from the handcuffs.

"See this, 'ronnie? Your little girl is becoming a woman!"

April looked at her step-mother and then turned her eyes away. Having her step-mother, her disgusting, horny step-mother see April's body betraying her was shameful beyond tolerance.

"I bet April will enjoy some of your toys, 'ronnie." April was afraid of what that meant and tried to look back. Whatever the man was doing, though, it was hidden by his hands being behind her own hips.

She heard the little electric buzz and then jumped as she felt the vibrations. She still couldn't see what was happening and feared this was some new pain thing.

There was no pain. The vibrations were being applied to the damp spot in place of the man's fingers and the vibrations felt... good. Too good. April realized he must be using some sort of sex toy on her through the panties. The stimulation was good and intense. She felt the vibrations send intense signals into the tingle that had started earlier and fought against her own body to keep from moaning. She breathed hard, hoping he would stop before she did something to bring more shame on herself.

"Oh, my, that wet spot is spreading!"

April's eyes stung with tears.

"Wiggle your ass again, little slut!"

April hesitated but did as she was ordered. The action resulted in the vibrator working its way just inside her outer lips, outside her panties.

"It's ok to moan, little slut. I know you want to. I know what you really are."

April sobbed but the sound did not stop her from giving in. She moaned, the sound growing in her throat. She cried and moaned as the vibrations built a heat of a different character inside her. The heat of the crop had been painful. The heat from inside her now was in its own way hotter.

"That's my little slut. My dirty little schoolgirl slut! I'm gonna make you have a cum-cum right here in front of your step-whore-mommy, aren't I?"

April hated him talking to her like that. It wasn't her fault. It was terrible and disgusting. And her own pussy was twitching in reply. She felt the beginnings of an internal storm on the horizon. She hated the betrayal taking place between her legs. She hated herself for not being able to resist.

April felt it building. She began to look around for some sort of escape from the impending disaster that threatened to give her such intense pleasure. For some reason her gaze locked with that of her step-mother.

Her step-mother was still bound, still marked, still gagged but somehow her eyes held something out of place. Something too knowing.

"Go on, babyslut! Cum!" The man shifted the vibe to her pleasure button directly. The sudden intensity sent April over the edge. Her body froze, hot pulses of pleasure exploding outward from her clit.

The shock blanked her mind as her eyes rolled back in her head. She had no time to wonder about the look in her step-mother's eyes.

The feeling that took her was incredible. It was the first time her body had felt anything like it. She trembled in her bondage, breathing as best she could with her mouth stuffed.

"What a wet pair of panties!" The man behind her said, putting the little vibrator away. "I guess you will soon be a squirter, too!" He rose to his feet.

"Veronica has had two great big cums and even little April. But here I am the one with the gun and I don't get any? Time for that to change! The only question is, 'which one gets to take my first load?'"

April snapped back to here and now. This was it. The rape. As horrific as this was it was about to get worse.

Veronica made urgent noises into her gag and did not stop. The man moved over to her. He pulled out the gun, reminding everyone that he had it then removed the gag from the older woman's mouth.

"M-" Veronica started, her voice hoarse. She worked her jaw and swallowed. When she resumed she was better able to speak. "Me. Please." She glanced from the masked man to her step-daughter.

The man laughed. "Horny step-mommy is so ready for rape she's volunteering to go first!"

A shudder went through Veronica. For a moment it looked like she would dispute it. "Yes. Please, rape me first!"

April heard the tone. It was phony trying to sound sincere, to her ears. Was Veronica actually wanting to be raped? Or to spare April.

"You call that begging?" The masked man slapped Veronica across the face. "Trophy wives like you learn better acting than that!"

His gloved hand once more molested Veronica's pussy, driving a gasp from her that had no sound of being faked.

Veronica spoke again, her voice husky, eyes closed, breathing faster. "Oh, god! Please! Please rape this slut! Make me your cumbucket! Rape me! RAPE ME!"

When the man pulled away his fingers she kept thrusting into the empty air and the fluid dripped from the gloves. He brought the fingers up to Veronica's mouth and pushed them inside. She looked him in the eyes as she carefully closed her lips around his fingers, sucking and licking at her own juices as her passion simmered.

"You win the first load, but before I do I think we need to help April into a new position. I could do all the work, but I think you'll be more turned on to do it for me!" The man took out bandage scissors, powerful shears with blunt tips. He used them to cut through the tape that bound Veronica's ankles to the broom stick, holding them wide apart. He then untied the rope that held her wrists over her head in handcuffs.

Veronica moved carefully. She'd been in that strained posture for a long time. April also realized that her step-mother couldn't just make a run for it. April would still be here and the man still had a gun.

"Sir, may I..." Veronica bowed her head.

"What?"

"Use the bathroom, sir. I really need to go."

He chuckled and led Veronica out of the room. April was left alone in the big room, the bathroom down the hall.