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Field Trial No. 11 (M+/F, M+/t, F/t, Rape, Torture, NC)

NOTE:  This is a work of Erotic Fiction.  If you are offended by
such
Material, or are not of legal age, DO NOT READ FURTHER

Part 1 - Introduction by Steve the older brother

I want the reader to understand where I am coming from in
providing this written account of my brother and mine's most
recent field trial.  I am presently attending college studying
for my doctorate in psychology. My career plan is to become a
clinical psychologist specializing in the treatment of persons
considered "sexual predators".  I work part time at a treatment
facility operated by the state government. I am assigned to a
wing allocated to those labeled "repeat sexual offenders". They
range from rather harmless molesters who brush up against women
in subways to serious rapists and pedophiles.

 Some years ago, I concluded my brother and I were sexual
predators.  We had on several occasions kidnapped and raped
females. I also concluded that it was something we intended to
keep doing as long as we were able. We had been clever about it
and were never suspected let along caught. Understanding what
motivates us, individuals raised by loving parents, to perform
such anti-social behavior intrigued me; therefore I enrolled in a
college with a strong psychology department. When I reached
graduate school, I decided there was too much emphasis on
classroom studies and too little attention paid to fieldwork.  I
decided to turn our acts of sexual predation into field
experiments where I could perform original research.

I did an extensive search of the literature. The concept of a
trained psychologist committing acts of sexual predation under
controlled circumstances appears unknown and undocumented. At
least, it is not reflected in any of the numerous case histories
I was able to research. Therefore it became important not only
that I continue to participate in these acts but that I collect
documentation of the acts not only from my brother, a fellow
predator but not a psychologist, but also the victims themselves.
I realize the lack of follow-up studies of the victims is a
detriment to my research. However for obvious reasons, I cannot
show up on their door-steps at 1, 3, and 5 years after they were
raped and asked them to describe their current feelings about the
event.

In summary, my brother and I carefully plan the abduction of
females. Once abducted, our next step is to rape and abuse them
physically. This includes a variety of Sadomasochistic acts
examples of which you will find described below. We cause extreme
pain and temporary harm but do not kill or maim them (at least
not so far).  I must add that we experience intense pleasure from
these acts. Pleasure we could not acquire from wives and girl
friends if we had chosen that path. We indulge certain fetishes
and proclivities. I must admit a strong attraction to women's
feet. 

We, along with our victims document both what occurred and how we
are affected. Often I have to encourage victims to provide this
documentation. Of course, it is not surprising that a woman who
has been raped and tortured for days might not be too interested
in detailing the events and her feelings; but I find a threat of
permanent facial disfigurement bring them instantly in contact
with their muse and the words quickly follow.

A little family history will further inform the reader and
hopefully encourage him to read on. My brother's name is Bill. 
Bill is two years younger than me; but he took after daddy and is
a head taller than me. He's the bigger, stronger, younger
brother. He's also very Nordic looking with blonde hair, blue
eyes and fair skin.  I favor mother and that means I have a
compact frame with auburn hair and brown eyes. We are brothers
who bear little physical resemblance to one another. I tend to
perform better academically than Bill; however, he excels at
sports and all things mechanical. Don't get the idea from this
that Bill is a dumb jock; he graduated with a three point
accumulative average from our state college.

Bill and I still live in the house we grew up in. It's a large
farmhouse located over a mile from the nearest neighbor. Mother
passed away when I was in high school. Daddy died in a car
accident, killed by a drunken driver headed the wrong way on the
interstate. So I guess we are orphans not that we are looking for
any sympathy.  The four of us were a farm family in an area of
the country where farming had become uneconomical. But
fortunately, both of our parents had inherited sizeable acreages
from their parents and they had even added more land when farming
was still remunerative.

After daddy was killed, Bill and I decided that farming was not a
career we wanted to pursue. About that time, a residential
developer looking to buy 400 acres that included sizeable lake
front footage approached us. We both now live comfortably on the
income from the sale. Yes, we are men of leisure and in our
leisure time, we prey on women and girls.

Now that I have established the background, I'm going to turn it
over to Bill to tell you about our latest foray into the world of
sexual predation. 


Part 2 - By Bill the younger brother

Let me start by saying this latest act of predation was my idea.
In spite of my brother's claims that he's the smart one, I'm the
one who suggested we seek our next victims in the Mall and that
we grab a mother and daughter.  Steve, the future doctorate, had
expressed interest in how such a traumatic event, as
kidnap-rape-torture would impact relationships between females. I
pointed out that the most profound relationship in the female
world was that of mother and daughter. I also recommended that we
go to the mall to shop.  To a sexual predator, a mall parking lot
is like an all-you-can-eat buffet to a starving man. You just sit
in your car and watch the potential victims come out and get in
their cars while you fantasize what you could do with them.

Anyway, sexual predation like any criminal undertaking must be
carefully planned. My brother and I are not into murder and that
adds the burden of avoiding the victims getting a glimpse of your
kisser. (Let me say that if a victim did get a good look at
either of us, we would make them dead right away.) 

Since the farmhouse has a full basement and we have plenty of
time and money, we've been able to create a space designed to
allow us to enjoy our victims without a possibility of being seen
or heard. It's completely soundproof and we have tested that.
There's a large room in the basement where we placed two twin
beds end to end. We wanted to do something really unique as part
of our mother-daughter event. Between the beds we built a covered
wooden box with one hole on opposite sides for the victim's head.
The holes are slightly off center. This allows the heads to be
right beside each other in the box but their bodies point in
opposite directions. Provision was made for ventilation.
Microphones hidden in the box record even whispered
conversations. Picture Mother and daughter ear to ear with their
bodies on the twin beds pointed away from one another. You got
access to tits, pussy, and ass but the head is in the box.  I
know you are thinking what about blowjobs. Well, that problem was
solved by a little out of the box thinking (Sorry, I just had to
have my little joke.)

So mother and daughter are in there cheek to cheek and they can
talk and cry and beg and tell each other what horrible things are
being done to them. It is just the best you can imagine. It also
allows you to fuck or torture only one but the other one is
keenly aware of what is being done to her partner. The box has
air holes and places where you can stick a hand inside.

I will also tell you we have all kinds of BDSM equipment. There
are clamps, spreaders, whips of all kinds, dildos, butt plugs.
And oh yes, there are needles of various sizes. You can have a
lot of fun with needles. There are two video to digital cameras
with each one focused on a bed. Long after the victims have
returned to their families and the care of the good therapist, my
brother and I can insert a DVD into our home entertainment center
and re-live those moments of ecstasy. My brother will tell you
the cameras are there in support of his research. Of course, we
record all the whispers, whimpers, screams, and groans that the
victims sound out.

Steve said he wanted me to describe our two victims at the end of
this part.

The mother, her name is Christine, has a nice big set of titties
that you could just suck on all day. The nipples are big (She
nursed all three children) and the areola is a full two inches in
diameter with a nice set of little buds around the edge. They
were the perfect set of knockers for our purposes.  There was a
skinny little runway shaved above her cunt. It was kind of cute.
It ended right above her clitoris and she had a big one. It was
the kind of clit you could grab between your thumb and first
finger and give a good yank. I don't know what to say about her
pussy. It was just a pussy. It got nice and wet when you fingered
it. Christine's asshole had some minor hemorrhoid scars. She said
that was from having kids. I removed the hairs from around it. It
was tight. My brother and I introduced the little lady to anal.
Imagine, 35 years old and never had a cock in her chocolate
highway.

The daughter was named Joanne and I guess the best word to
describe her is "ripe". Well, "ripe" was the best word when we
started; "defiled", "degraded", "spoiled", and "ruined" are more
accurate at this time. Joanne had a pretty set of little pink
nipples just like the erasers on a number two pencil. Her boobs
you could squeeze in the palm of your hand. They were nowhere
near as big as her mothers. She had a cute little navel ring. It
was a little diamond and looked very sweet until my brother
ripped it out. He wanted to see how loud she would yell. Her
pussy was shaved clean, not a hair anywhere. I think she had what
is called a Brazilian bikini wax. She was a virgin and let me
emphasize WAS. When I stuck my finger in her at the beginning,
there was that nice little membrane right inside the entrance,
more about that later. All in all, she was a pretty young lady
and I enjoyed torturing and raping her immensely. 


Part 3 - Christine the Mother

Anyone who reads this should understand that I was forced to
write about the abduction, brutal mistreatment, and rape of my
daughter, Joanne and myself. Joanne has to write her part also.
Our abductors have promised that we will be released if we write
an accurate and convincing account. Joanne is an all "A" student
and English composition is her favorite subject. I pray we both
write well enough to satisfy our captors.

The last three days have been the worst experience of my life. It
has to be the worst experience of Joanne's young life. Both of us
have been subjected to horrible tortures in addition to repeated
sexual abuse. Although we will recover physically, I wonder if we
will ever fully recover from the mental anguish we have endured.
As I understand it I am to write a running account of what
occurred over the last three days. It is to be written from my
perspective. I only hope that our captors keep their word and
release us once we are finished.

 My instructions were to begin with a brief description of
Joanne, my family, and myself. Certain details are included at
the specific instructions of my captors.

I am a 35-year-old working mom who wears a 36DD bra. I have
auburn hair, attend aerobics classes three times a week. I weigh
122 pounds and am 5'8". I am told I have a good figure. I wear a
size 8B shoe (One of our abductors has a foot fetish and insisted
I include my shoe size.)

 I am a loan officer at a local bank, a college graduate, and a
parent who participates in my children's school activities. My
husband, Ron, is a structural engineer and works in the city
center. I have three children. Joanne is the oldest at 15. Robbie
is 12 and Sue is 10. I thank God that Robbie and Sue choose to
stay home and watch a game with their father.

Joanne is a sophomore in high school. She's a pretty girl with
blue eyes and blonde hair, takes after her father. The last bra I
bought her was a 32B. I recall that she weights 102 pounds and is
5'7" tall. She can wear my shoes therefore she must be around an
8B shoe size also. 

I was also instructed to briefly describe my sexual history.

I was a virgin until my senior year of high school. I was going
steady with Tom Gaines and thought I was madly in love with him.
I let him have me one night on his parent's houseboat. We had sex
regularly after that. We promised to stay true even though we
went off to different colleges in different states. A month after
I started school, he wrote me that he was seeing someone else. I
slept with three boys in college before I met Ron. In the 15
years since, I had never let another man touch me other thanRon.

I enjoy sex with my husband. He is a gentle and sensitive lover.
I perform oral sex when he requests it. He also pleasures me
orally.

The last of this part is where I am to describe my current
physical state. 

The pain is worse in my breasts. I have not had a chance to
examine them in a mirror but I suspect they are badly damaged.
Over the three days, they constant found ways to torture them. My
nipples are actually split and bleed if they are touched. 

My feet are my other major area of pain. I understand they beat
us on the soles of our feet so we gave up on any thoughts of
running away. I cannot stand let alone walk or run. My clitoris
is a ruin. My vagina feels like there are tears inside. I am not
sure that my butt will actually close. If I put my finger back
there, my rectum is open. They have stretched me with dildos and
butt plugs to where I am a physical wreck. 


Part 4 - Joanne the Daughter

I have not seen Mom's part. They say we must write this to get
out of here. I hope they are not lying. Mom's part is supposed to
describe both of us. So I will leave that to her.

 I am supposed to begin by describing my sexual history prior to
the last three days. 

I can start by stating that here is not much sexual history to
tell. After all, before this I was a normal 15-year-old high
school girl. I have made out at parties. I have allowed several
boys to feel my boobs through my clothes but only one got his
hand inside my bra. I also let that same boy feel my pussy
through my panties. I like French kissing and especially like the
boy to put his tongue in my ear (not sure why that is such a turn
on). I had hoped to stay a virgin to at least my senior year. One
thing I have done is give hand jobs. Boys seem to like that and I
don't think it is wrong since I am doing the touching. I had not
given a blowjob but now that I have done it several times with
these guys. I will do it if that is what my date wants. Oh, and
one thing I will never do is anal sex. The pain is indescribable
and I cannot imagine letting anyone ever again stick anything in
my ass.

The other thing I am to write about is my current physicalstate.

Well, I feel like shit. Everything on me hurts. I suppose the
soles of my feet hurt the worst. I saw a movie once where they
beat a man on the soles. I can honestly say that if I really
wanted to hurt someone, I would pound the shit out of the bottoms
of their feet. I cannot walk they hurt so badly. They are
swollen. I would not even try to put a pair of shoes on.

 I am feeling a lot of pain in my boobs. My nipples are red, not
pink. I can only imagine how my mother's feel. They really worked
on hers. I have a tear where they ripped out my navel ring. That
hurt awful. I just hurt all over. They raped me of course and my
pussy is sore. I've already mentioned my butt. They did so many
things to me. It's hard to find a place on my body where it does
not hurt.


Part 5 - Steve

Bill and I had kept a low profile for the last two months. But we
were getting a little antsy and we needed to strike again. 

It was his idea about the mother and daughter and the Mall
parking lot. However, the idea of the twin beds with their heads
stuck in a closed box was my idea. Bill actually built the box
and added many useful features. But enough of this sibling
rivalry, I love my brother and am very proud of him.

We pulled into the mall parking lot in our van with the tinted
windows. First thing we did was figure out the routine of the
Security guy. It turned out he drove around the lot on a fixed
schedule. We started driving around looking for a mother and
daughter combination entering the mall. All right, we had no way
of knowing they were truly mother and daughter. It could have
been mother and stepdaughter or even two unrelated females of
different ages. We wanted two females who appeared to be mother
and daughter. We got lucky. Christine and Joanne pulled into a
parking space where the adjacent space was empty. When they
entered the mall, we parked beside them. I got out and followed
them into the mall. I was well disguised of course.

I stayed in touch with Bill by cell phone. I am good at
surveillance. They shopped for about 90 minutes then went to the
food court and got a sandwich. They finished that and headed back
to the car. I alerted Bill who readied the stun guns.

If there had been anyone near enough in the lot to see what we
were going to do, we would have called it off. There's always
another night. But we were lucky and no one was close enough.
Bill had two well-charged stun guns ready when I got back to the
car right ahead of the women. He hid on the passenger side where
the girl would be. We covered our faces. I was behind the sliding
van door. We had our hands off cell phones in communication. I
heard Bill say go. I slid the van door open, shot the mother in
the back with my stun gun, grabbed her and yanked her into the
van. In half a second, Bill threw the daughter into the van and
we slammed the door shut. We first tied their hands behind their
back then taped a sleep mask over their eyes. We put a hard
rubber gag in their mouth and tied it tight behind their head.
Then for insurance purposes, we put a heavy canvas sack over
their heads. Finally, a cable tie secured their feet. It had gone
perfectly. 

I pulled out of the parking lot and we drove back to the
farmhouse, never driving one mile over the speed limit.

Part 6 - Bill

We took them straight to the basement and laid them each on a
twin bed. The mother was trying to make noise through her gag but
the daughter had given up. One at a time, we put their heads in
the box and manacled their arms and legs to the sides of the twin
beds. We made sure there was no slack in their restraints. Steve
and I worked as a team. We cut the cable tie. Each grabbed a
wrist or ankle and manacled it to the bed. In less than ten
minutes, there were two fully clothed women with their head in
the box tightly restrained on a twin bed. Steve reached inside
the box through an opening we could close and removed the hoods
and gags. We left the sleep masks on. It was dark in the box,
nothing to see anyway. 

We took a break, went upstairs, got comfortable, and had a beer.
We had plenty of time, no need to rush.

After about 30 minutes though, we started to get our energy back
and went downstairs for the disrobing. Believe it or not, it
takes a bit of work to completely cut off a woman's clothes
including an overcoat (did I mention it was winter?). 

Once we started cutting their clothes off, the crying and
pleading started. Not sure why they do that. Not like they were
going to persuade us to stop and politely drive them back to
their car.

Well we felt them up good once they were naked. Each time I
touched Christine she would let out a wail and start begging. 
You could hear the two of them whispering to each other inside
the box. Steve and I played a little game. He would pinch
Christine's left nipple the same time I did Joanne's. You could
hear them tell each other what we were doing. It was a lot of
fun.

It was getting late, so we needed to finish up. Each of us
grabbed a two-foot length of garden hose. You know you can spend
a lot of money on fancy leather whips but you can do just as much
damage with a simple length of half-inch garden hose. We secured
their legs so they could not move their feet. I should mention
that Steve has a thing for women's feet. I guess you would call
that a fetish. I like feet just fine but don't consider them as
interesting as titties or pussies.

Steve positioned himself at Christine's feet, hose in hand and I
did the same at Joanne's. Steve started with a nice sold whack
right across the center of Christine's left foot. Let me tell you
the woman was a screamer. It was a full-throated scream followed
by a gasp for breath. I gave Joanne the same treatment and was
rewarded with more sound than you would think a girl her size
could produce.

Steve and I began taking turns. We had a little contest about who
could get their victim to scream the loudest. Steve took a turn
and then me. If Christine was loudest, he got a point. If Joanne
was loudest, I got the point. We did 10 on the left foot and I
won 6 to 4. The right foot scored highest for Steve. We dropped
the game after the first round and just wailed away. After maybe
15 minutes, the girls passed out and we stopped. Their feet were
starting to swell already. Blood was seeping out from under their
toenails.  By morning, they would be blue and swollen to 2-3
times their normal size. Whipping their feet like that is not
only a lot of fun but it convinces the victim that escape is
impossible. Before morning, they would realize they could not
walk two steps let alone get away.

I grabbed some smelling salts and stuck my arm in the box to
being them around. They came awake with a good deal of crying and
whimpering. The pain in their feet must have been something
fierce. Once, Steve and I gave each other a stroke with the hose
on our bare soles just to see what it was like. That was just one
stroke and it hurt like hell. My foot was sore for a week.

Steve took his cock out and rubbed it over Christine's feet.
There was blood seeping out from under her toenails and he rubbed
that all over his pecker, which got hard the moment, it touched
her feet. I did the same with Joanne's feet. It was not really my
thing but I wanted to support my brother so I rubbed my cock on
Joanne's feet and played with myself until cum spurted all over
her ankles and feet. It did look hot to see the cum and blood
mixing together.

It was getting late and we decided to retire for the night.
There's a lot of stress in abducting someone from a mall parking
lot and we were both worn out. 

This is my account of the first day.

Part 7 - Christine

This is my account of the first day.

I was reaching to unlock my car when I became paralyzed. It was a
feeling totally new to me. Later I was told it was a stun gun. My
body just quit working. I felt myself grabbed from behind and
pulled backwards into the vehicle parked beside mine. They taped
a mask over my eyes, bound my hands and feet and gagged me with
some sort of rubber object that was tied very tight in back. They
placed a cloth bag over my head. 

I gather from the commotion around me they were doing the same
thing to Joanne. I was terrified. I thought we were going to be
raped and possibly killed. Our abductors did not say a word. They
seemed very professional. It only took a few seconds after we
were grabbed for them to tie the both of us.

We drove for a while but I lost track of time. It could have been
one hour or two.

When the van stopped, I was picked up and carried into some type
of building. He carried me down steps and laid me onto a bed on
my back. I figured this would be the place where the rape was
going to take place. They cut the plastic tie that bound my feet
and then secured my ankles to the side of the bed using belted
straps. They did the same with my hands. My head was then placed
inside something that reminded me of the stock that the Pilgrims
used in Massachusetts Bay Colony. I felt a wooden bar being
lowered across my throat. I was tied spread eagle on a twin bed
with my head in what I later learned was a wooden box intended to
insure that we did not get a chance to see the faces of the men
who kidnapped us.

In a few minutes, I heard the sounds of them bringing Joanne into
the room. I gather they did the same type of things to her. In a
few minutes, I felt her head right beside mine in their box
contraption but her body was in a different direction.

A hand reached into the box and removed the sacks and then the
gags. They left the masks taped over out eyes.

Then, for the first time, one of them spoke. He said that it was
absolutely critical that we not see their faces. And that if we
did, even by accident, they would kill us. He said they planned
to keep us there for two full days starting tomorrow. Late on the
second day, they would let us go. He repeated his warning about
never looking at their faces.

I asked then if they were going to rape us. One of them replied
"Yes, among a lot of other things." I begged them to just rape me
and leave Joanne alone. They laughed and left the room.

When they returned, that cut off our clothes. I begged them not
to hurt Joanne but they ignored me. In a couple of minutes, they
had me completely naked and started feeling my body. I asked
Joanne if they were feeling her and she said they were. 

You can't imagine how it feels for a Mother to lay there helpless
while her daughter is violated. They felt inside of her vagina
and laughed when they discovered she was a virgin. They suck
their fingers inside my vagina and even commented about how we
shaved differently down there. Then I felt a wet finger on an
asshole and it pushed inside me. Someone grabbed my nipple and
squeezed real hard. I yelled ouch and they laughed. I heard them
say they were going to enjoy my tits.

Their last act of the day was to beat the soles of our feet with
what I think was a rubber hose. I'm not sure that even childbirth
was that painful. Poor Joanne screamed her lungs out as they used
the hose as a truncheon across her feet. I screamed for them to
stop. I have no idea how many times they whipped my poor feet. I
thought they were going to rip the toenails right off my feet. I
passed out after a particularly painful whack on my heel. 

They woke me up with smelling salts. I thought they were going to
start whipping us again; but instead they began to rub their
cocks around on our bloody feet. One held my feet together while
he fucked his cock between them. After a few minutes of this, I
felt cum splatter on my feet. He rubbed cum and blood together
with his softening cock. Joanne said they did the same to her.

It was a terrible ordeal. They threw a coarse wool blanket over
left and us. This ended my first day.

Part 8 - Joanne

This is my account of the first day.

Mom and I were getting into the car when I felt my whole body go
numb. Someone strong picked me up and carried me over to a
mini-van and threw me inside it. They placed a mask over my eyes
and then used some type of plastic to tie my hands and feet. Then
they forced my mouth open and put in an awful tasting piece of
rubber that was a gag. They tied it real tight behind my head and
it caused my jaw to ache. Finally, they put a sack over my head.
It was hard to breathe. I could not see a thing.

The minivan started to move. I was beginning to get some feeling
back into my body. I was really scared. I could feel Mom beside
me. She was trying to yell through the gag but all that came out
were muffled sounds. She gave up after a while.

Mom and I were lying on the van floor. I could sense that one of
the guys was driving and the other was beside up. We drove a long
time. I figured we were going to be raped when we got to where
they were taking us. I just hoped they did not kill us.

We drove for what seemed like forever. They took mom first and
then me into a room that was downstairs and smelled like a
basement. There they used some type of restraint, like you see in
a hospital, to fasten my body spread eagle on a small bed. My
head was placed inside a hole and I realized that Mom's head was
right beside mine. But her body pointed in the opposite
direction. 

When they pulled the sacks off our heads, my head was right
beside Mom's. Then they untied the gag and removed that. My jaw
was numb; but the feeling came back after a few minutes.

"Are you all right?" Mom asked.

I said I was okay. Mom started to yell that they could do
anything they wanted to her if they would just leave me alone.
They told us they were going to keep us only two days and that if
we did not see their faces, we would be let go. They said they
were going to rape us and do a whole lot of other nasty stuff to
us. 

Then they left the room for a while. Mom was crying. I started
crying too. I did not want to be raped. She kept telling me
everything was going to be all right.

After a while, they came back and started cutting all our clothes
off. I remember thinking that I wished they would not cut my new
leather jacket I got for Christmas but they just cut away and
pulled it from under me. They cut off all my outer clothes and in
a few minutes my bra and panties were snipped off and I was
naked. I told Mom I was naked and she said she was too.

I felt a hand squeezing my boob and then the other was grabbed
and squeezed. They played with my nipples and I felt a mouth
sucking on one of them. Then a finger started to feel my vagina
and work its way inside me. I heard the guy whose finger was in
me say that I was a virgin and the other guy replied, "She won't
be after tomorrow". He had his finger in me pushing on my hymen
and it kind of hurt. Mom gave out a loud yell and said, "Please
stop." They pretty much felt me all over. They were doing the
same to Mom.

They stopped for a while as they tightened the straps that held
my feet. All of a sudden, the sole of my foot was hit with
something and I screamed from the pain. A second later Mom
screamed. I would scream and then Mom as they whipped our feet.
The pain was unbearable. Mom was screaming her head off begging
them to stop. I was doing the same. First they beat the shit out
of one foot and then the other. Mom passed out first. I was
afraid she had a heart attack or something. I blacked out a few
seconds later. 

Something that made my nostrils sting made me wake up. Mom was
awake too. We were both crying form the pain in our feet. I could
feel mine starting to swell. After a few minutes I felt something
touching my feet. I knew it was the guy's cock. He rubbed it all
over my feet, which must have been bleeding because it felt real
wet and gooey. Then I felt a couple of splats of something wet
hit my feet and a hand smear it around my ankles. 

A blanket was thrown over my nude body and they left the room.

I asked Mom if they had jerked off on her feet and she said yes.
Her final words to me that night were "Let's just try to stay
alive."

Part 9 - Bill

I am going to write what happened on the second day and Steve
will handle the third. Since we were both there, no point in both
us describing the same thing.

We started off with a medical emergency. However, our quick
action saved the day and we managed to recover the situation
nicely. After a good night's sleep, Steve and I went downstairs
first thing in the morning to check on our guests. When I removed
the cover from Christine, I saw there was an immediate problem.
Her feet were practically black. I snatched the blanket off
Joanne and hers looked worse if that was possible. We had
forgotten to loosen the ankle straps and during the night, their
feet had swollen to where circulation had been completely cut
off. 

I was a medic in the army and knew that gangrene was a
possibility. I quickly took the straps off Christine's feet while
Steve removed Joanne's. I started to message her feet to get some
circulation going. From the loud screams that both women gave
out, I gather the return of circulation and our massage were
quite painful. They started begging us to stop torturing their
feet. Joanne kept saying for us to do anything to her but leave
her feet alone. Of course, they were misinterpreting our actions.
They assumed we had resumed torturing their feet but the opposite
was true. Without our swift action, those women might face life
footless. Gangrene is serious business. After a vigorous message
accompanied by loud shrieks from the two of them, their foot
color changed from blue-black to dark blue and then medium blue.
I considered the crises over. We stopped the massage and they
calmed down.

Steve and I went back upstairs and had breakfast. We both agreed
that maybe we had overdone their foot whipping. It was not our
intent for these women to be walking around on stumps the rest of
their lives.

We came back downstairs and turned the lights off and put on our
night vision goggles. We took Christine out of the box and gave
her a drink of water and fed her some fruit. Then we did the same
for Joanne. They meekly did what we told them. They were so
terrified of us they would do anything we said. Joanne said we
could do anything we wanted as long as we left her feet alone.

We cut a deck of cards to see who got Joanne's cherry. Steve got
the 9 of spades to my queen of clubs. Joanne would be my first
virgin. I suggested we start off eating them out rather than just
a straightforward rape. Joanne really looked good to me all laid
out naked on that twin bed. I eased a pillow under her cute
little butt and gave her little love button a lick. Steve dove
into Christine's twat and gave it one long lick from clitoris to
asshole.

I took my time. I wanted to get Joanne all wet and ready for my
8-inch cock. Her hole looked so tiny compared to my cock head. I
planned on doing a lot of fucking over the next two days and I
didn't want a sore dick from having to ram it into a dry hole. I
reached a finger inside to feel her cherry. She let out a little
moan. I could hear Christine moaning as Steve ate her.  She
seemed to be getting into being raped, like she had a choice.

I took my time and ate Joanne slowly, making nice swirls around
her clitoris. I also paid some attention to her tits. My finger
was sliding into an increasingly slick little cunt. After a
while, her breath grew more rapid. You could hear her whispering
to her Mother who gave out a good moan ever time Steve licked her
clit and shoved two fingers in what was a very gooey twat.

Well, I licked faster and the little slut climaxed like a cheap
Mexican whore. Christine had climaxed right before Joanne. Steve
was positioning his cock to penetrate Mother Christine; so I
raised Joanne's legs to my shoulders and slid my dick into
position. I wanted the little cunt to remember getting her cherry
busted so I dropped down with all my weight. 

Damn if I did not bounce right off that cherry. I expected to
tear right through it. Joanne screamed in pain. I let out an
"ouch" as I felt like I broke my dick in half. I told Steve what
happened; but the bastard just looked up from fucking Christine
and laughed. I heard Joanne whispering desperately with
Christine; who must have found it hard to converse since she was
letting out a loud moan every time my brother sank it home.

I adjusted my position, getting some traction with my feet and
plunged down once more. It must have hurt the both of us more
because Joanne let out an ear piercing scream and I yelled `God
Damn' as my pecker bent double against the little membrane that
had seemed so frail when I had fingered her a minute ago.

Steve looked up at me and smiled then dipped down and took one of
Christine's big nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. I was
beginning to wish I had drawn low card. There was more whispering
between mother and daughter. I decided to try again. As I was
bracing for my third attempt, I felt Joanne's feet wrap around my
back. I guess she had decided to give me some help. Maybe
Christine suggested it.  I sprang forward using my leg muscles
for traction as she pulled me into her with her legs and thrust
her little pussy right up off the bed. This time I sailed through
her cherry and did not stop until my balls slapped against her
asshole. Maybe previous attempts weakened the damn thing. Joanne
let out a nice satisfying scream followed by a couple of "ughs".
Christine's little girl was no longer a virgin.

I withdrew and then rammed it home again. Blood and pussy juice
had reduced the friction and this time, Joanne let out just a
little squeak. I could hear her reporting to Mother "mission
accomplished". I love to fuck and so does Steve so we just pumped
away. Joanne's snatch was tight and I was not going to last long.
I pumped her full of my finest. Christine climaxed as Steve
unloaded in her.

I got up and looked down at Joanne's pussy. Her hole was covered
in blood and jism. It did not look so small anymore either. Steve
and I decided to take a break. We left the girls with cum leaking
out of their holes and went upstairs to smoke a joint.

We fucked them three more times that morning. I did Christine
next while Steve took Joanne. I really got into sucking on
Christine's big titties. Joanne came when Steve fucked her. Of
course, Christine hit the big "O" again while I was putting the
meat to her.  On my second fuck of Joanne, the little bitch
started humping her little ass up each time I down stroked. She
climaxed when I shot off inside her. 

She's going to be a hot little whore when she gets back to high
school. You can tell when a woman likes the feel of a cock inside
her snatch. I would have to say Joanne gets her whorish
tendencies from her Mother. My last fuck of the morning was
Christine. As it was the fourth of the morning, I took a while to
climax. I just kept down stroking her pussy using my longest and
deepest moves. I was sucking those nipples until I built my load
up and then deposited it in the "Bank of Christine Snatch".

I think Steve was just as pleased as I was concerning Christine
and Joanne's performance. In several of our other Field Trials,
the women had been too fearful to react to a hard cock in their
twat. Steve said they were "frigid". These two had climaxed or at
least done a hell of a good job of faking it. They reminded me of
the two sisters we abducted at the bus station last spring. They
were illegal aliens from Guatemala and they loved to fuck. Of
course, they had been raped so many times by relatives, the
Guatemalan army, smugglers and employers that a couple more cocks
meant nothing to them. I will leave it to the psychologist to
explain how certain women can cum during a rape and others can't
even cum when their husband screw them. 

It was time for a long break and a restorative lunch. As I left
the room, I looked at both women lying there with their legs
spread wide like they were waiting to be mounted again. I kind of
wished we had two more brothers so we could just keep fucking
them. Their pussies were gaped open and slick with cum, blood,
and female lube. I zoomed both of the digital cameras down for a
close up shot of those well-fucked snatches. I realized I was
hungry, very hungry.

Steve and I ate a big lunch. We fixed sandwiches for the whores.
We let them eat lunch then take a shower.  We darkened the room,
put on our night vision goggles and took Christine out of the
box. Of course, we warned her to keep their sleep masks in place.
We decided it was time for a blowjob; we assigned that task to
Christine.  She turned out to be an excellent cocksucker. I blew
my load right down her throat and she swallowed it; then she
licked me clean. She did the same for Steve. Mom was truly a
cock-sucking whore and we told her so. Steve and I had a little
t**ea**te-**e0**-t**ea**te to decide our next move.

I told Steve that I had never seen a Mother and Daughter eat each
other out. He thought that was a really excellent idea. We put
Joanne on top of Christine in the old sixty-nine position. Joanne
was reluctant to start until I told the little sweetheart she
could either eat that pussy or I would feed her Mom's nipples
after I cut them off. Well, that brought about a change of
attitude and she started licking twat like there was no tomorrow.
They may have not been too anxious to start but once they did,
those girls got into some serious cunt lapping. Let me tell you
they got down to it.  I got hard as a rock just watching them.
They were moaning and licking and sucking on each other's clit.
Joanne climaxed first and it was really something. Her pretty
little face got a look on it like she was in heaven. She must
have cum for five minutes. Mother Christine came to. She was
sucking clit, licking pussy and swallowing girl juice and cumming
at the same time.

Steve and I had to join in. We slipped our peckers right in those
hot, dripping wet holes and pumped away. Christine was licking my
balls and the Joanne's pussy at the same time. Ever once in a
while, I would pull my dick out of the Joanne's wet, wet hole and
drop it right into Mommy' mouth. Man was that a turn on. Steve
and I swapped several times. Both women came several times. I
have always believed that somewhere inside the most prim,
respectable, uptight woman is a whore just begging to get out.
These two bitches sure proved my theory.

I dumped half of my load in Christine's pussy; but saved a nice
squirt for Joanne's mouth. She swallowed it down like a good
slut.

Brother and I took a short break. Next, we were going to do some
ass fucking. Since I had shredded Joanne's cherry. Steve was
going to plow her little ass first. I lube up Christine's brown
hole. The bitch knew what was coming. I slipped a butt plug in
her hinny. Mom had a tight ass. She let out a little whimper.
Steve was prepping Joanne's shitter.  Mom and Daughter were
conferencing like crazy inside the box. Both women were about to
loose their anal virginity and I guess typical of women they had
something they needed to talk about. I was working the plug in
and out of Christine getting her ready.

When you think of it, Steve and I are pretty nice fellows. We
could have just spit on their asshole and let her rip. But we use
K-Y and a butt plug to loosen them up. I would have to say we are
among the most considerate sexual predators in our part of the
country.

I pulled the plug out and put my cock head right inside the
opening.  I felt Christine take a deep breath trying to relax; so
I just went all the way to my balls on her exhale. Steve shoved
his meat all the way in Joanne's shit locker and we were off to
the races.

I would say there are many great moments in what Steve and I do
to our guests but certainly that first complete stroke into a
virgin asshole is one of the best. Every muscle in their body
contracts to force your dick out. It's like their entire being
goes into a giant clinch that squeezes your pecker in a warm,
super tight embrace that you feel all the way down to your toes.
Christine let out a nice long scream as my balls slapped into her
butt and my cock head reached as far in her shit hole as it could
possibly go. Oh that is so good. After that, they usually relax
and you get a nice tight ass fuck.

Once they got over the initial shock, they resumed their pussy
licking. Joanne had screamed her lungs out when Steve penetrated
her ass. I think she screamed as loud as she could for the first
four or five of his strokes. But after that and some determined
twat tonguing by Mom she settled down and took her plowing like a
good slut. Steve and I swapped a few times. We also made the
"ladies" suck our shit-streaked cocks. It was quite the sight
when I pulled my cock out of Christine's asshole and slipped it
in Joanne's pretty little mouth. Mom's butt had deposited long
stains of her shit along the sides of my cock. Joanne figured
that out when I slid my pecker in her mouth; but she sucked me
anyway. There was brown gravy on her lips as I slid it into her
mouth but she gamely licked around and cleaned me off. She knew
it was her Mother's shit. Steve and I really lucked out with
these two. Some women are just natural pig whores.

We let them clean up and rest. We fed them a light dinner and put
them away for the night. 

One final thing I have to report is that I woke up horny during
the night so I went downstairs and got me a little piece of
Joanne's pussy. Steve must have heard me get up and followed me
because as soon as I finished, he hopped on her and gave her a
second fuck. Mother Christine must have slept through the entire
thing because she never moved or made a sound.

Anyway, the little whore fucked like a pro. She put her feet flat
on the bed to get leverage and fucked back like she did it for a
living and customer satisfaction was her number one goal. The
boys (and maybe the girls) are her high schools are going to owe
us a debt of gratitude for what we taught the little slut.

Part 10 - Christine

This is my account of the second day.

I had fallen into an exhausted sleep when all of a sudden the
blanket was pulled off and I heard of them say "Oh shit". He
quickly removed the straps from around my ankles. During the
night, my feet had gone numb and I could not feel anything from
my ankles down. As soon as he removed the straps, he started
rubbing my feet and bending them. The pain exceeded what I felt
last night during the whipping. It was if a thousand hot needles
were being driven into my sole and ankles. I couldn't control my
screams. They were torturing Joanne in the same way. Her screams
just about broke my heart. 

After a while, the pain began to subside and the massage stopped.
They covered us back up and left the room.

When they returned, I could smell coffee. They must have brought
a cup with them. I felt the plank covering my throat being
removed and they pulled me to a sitting position. I could not see
anything because of the sleep mask. They shoved a bottle of water
in my hand and I drank as much as I could, then they handed me
pieces of apple and I ate that. They shoved me back down in the
box and replaced the plank. They did the same for Joanne, giving
her water and apple.

I heard them undressing. They came over to us and said they were
going to "deflower" Joanne. I thought their use of the word
"deflower" odd. One of them had won the right to be first at
cards. The loser was going to take her other virgin hole. My
little girl was going to be raped first in her vagina and then
her bottom and there was nothing I could do about it. My face was
going to be inches from her as she was raped. I cannot imagine a
worst experience for a Mother.

I think most Mother's are realists about their daughter's
virginity. I know we fantasize about there being virgins when
they marry. I'm not sure why we keep that fantasy. I've already
told you that I lost my hymen in high school. I also recall my
own mother who must have had a wild youth telling me that one
night after a big game, she and another cheerleader had fucked
every member of their high school football team.  As for Joanne,
I know it was only a matter of time. Some of her girl friends at
school were already sexually active. Their mothers had placed
their daughters on the pill.  I had considered offering the pill
to Joanne. Right now, I wish she were on birth control.

But what was happening to Joanne and me was something, no mother
would conceive of. Our faces were side by side in this box
contraption and I was going to be right there while a rapist
forced his filthy cock into her. At least for my first time, the
boy was someone I thought I thought I loved and trusted. Joanne's
first was going to be cold-blooded rape by a person completely
unknown to her.  It was very difficult for me to decide how I
should react to lessen her trauma.

My legs were pushed up and a pillow was shoved under my butt. I
said to myself that I was going to be raped and decided to make
the best of it. I was surprised to feel a tongue lap at my pussy.
I was amazed that he was eating me out. My feet were resting on
his back and he was licking me. Joanne told me that she was being
licked. I realized this was a good thing as it meant her vagina
would be wet and that would reduce the pain when he first
penetrated her. My rapist was licking swirls around by clitoris
while his fingers probed in and out my pussy. 

Joanne started moaning along with me. I have always found it easy
to cum when my husband Ron eats me. My rapist knew his stuff and
I concluded he was going to get me off. Joanne was moaning faster
and faster. She told me some time ago she was masturbating to
orgasm; so she must be aware of where we were both headed. I came
first and Joanne a few seconds later.

As soon as I climaxed, I felt the guy lean forward and position
his cock at my entrance. He said to his partner. "Mommy is hot,
wet, and ready. I'm going to fuck the shit out of the bitch" Then
he drove into me. It was a good size cock and he went as far as
he could in one stroke. I groaned with the pain. He pulled back
and lunged again. This time it felt better.

I heard Joanne say "Oh shit, that hurt." Then I heard her rapist
say something about her hymen being tough. Joanne let out a
little shriek. She told me that her cherry was still in tact. I
told her that she was going to have to help him no matter how
much it hurt. There was no telling what he might do if her
couldn't penetrate her. I said "Wrap your feet around his back
and pull him in on his next try." 

Joanne let out an inhuman yell and I heard her rapist yell, "I'm
in. This is one tight pussy. Cherry must have been a half inch
thick." His partner yelled back some words of encouragement.
Joanne head motion told me that he was plowing into her. After a
few strokes, she relaxed and whispered to me "It's not so bad
now."  They fucked us for a while and then climaxed. God I hope
Joanne is not pregnant.

They left the room for a while. I asked Joanne how she was and
she said her pussy was sore but she was okay.

When they returned, they mounted us again. I think they swapped.
The guy who had broken Joanne's cherry entered me. His cock was
definitely bigger than my first rapist. He put my feet on his
shoulders and bent me double as he fucked me. Joanne whispered to
me that she was okay. We both started moaning and breathing
harder. My rapist was holding himself tightly against my
clitoris. Joanne started moaning and chanting "fuck me" so I did
the same.  Joanne climaxed and I followed. I felt my rapist
unload his cum deep inside my vagina. 

They rested for a few minutes and then mounted us for a third
time and raped us again. This time my attacker mauled my breasts
while he screwed me. He would grab my nipples and pinch them. He
also sucked them hard and even bit them. After he climaxed, they
rested for a while, then raped us once more. I definitely
remember we were both raped four times. I heard then talking
about the fact that Joanne had climaxed and that made her a
whore. They said we were both whores because decent women don't
climax when they are being raped. 

One of the rapist said, "Mom and daughter came together. We
lucked out. These are two first class sluts." My rapist wiped his
cock across my breasts. Then they both left.

After they left, Joanne asked me if we were bad women because we
climaxed while being raped. I told her that we were good women
trying to survive a horrible ordeal and nothing that occurred to
us could possibly change that.

It must have been around noon when they left. 

When they came back, they brought lunch. It consisted of water
and a turkey sandwich. I recall saying that the mayonnaise tasted
home made and one of the rapist said, "Yep, I made it myself. It
was Mom's recipe".

Joanne and I agreed she would describe how they let us shower and
clean up; so I will skip that.

My body clock said it was early to mid afternoon when they
started once again to sexually abuse us. One of them announced
"Time for some cock sucking. Mom gets to start". They removed my
head from the box and untied me completely. One of them moved me
to where I was on my back with my head hanging upside down off
the bed. Even though I had the sleep mask taped over my eyes, for
some reason I think the room was dark. Something one of them said
(I can't recall his words) made me think they were wearing those
army goggles that let you see in the dark. 

I felt a cock on my lips and I opened up, took it in and start
sucking him. These guys must have been pretty young because they
had no trouble getting hard and reaching orgasm time and time
again. He started to pump in and out of my mouth. My hands were
free so I used them to stroke him and play with his balls while I
sucked. I felt him tighten up and then a flood of warm cum filled
my mouth. In less than a minute, there was a different cock in my
mouth. It was slightly larger and he seemed intent on forcing it
to the very back of my mouth. I kept gagging when he closed off
my throat. I kept telling myself to relax and after a couple of
unsuccessful attempts, he got his cock head into my throat. That
seems to turn him on because shortly thereafter I had my second
mouthful of cum to swallow. They handed me a bottle of water and
moved away. They warned me just to sit quietly and not move.

One of them asked Joanne if she had ever sucked a cock and Joanne
replied that she had not. That seemed to require a conference on
their part. They whispered for a few minutes then moved over and
untied Joanne. They warned her not to touch her mask. One of them
picked Joanne up and laid her beside me on the bed I was in. He
told Joanne to roll over on top of me in the sixty-nine position.
I realized they wanted the two of us to have oral sex. Joanne's
knees were right beside my ears and I could smell her pussy a few
inches from my mouth.

The told Joanne to eat me out and she started immediately. She
was so scared; she would do anything they asked. One of them said
to me, "Okay Mom, time to eat some pussy." I have never touched a
woman and they were asking me to perform oral sex with my very
own daughter. Joanne was gently sucking on my clitoris. God, if I
started objecting, who knows what they might do. I pulled
Joanne's pussy down to my face and started licking her. Joanne
moaned and started licking me in the same way I was licking her.
I licked Joanne like Ron did me and before long Joanne was very
wet. I felt her slip some fingers inside my pussy and finger me.
I did the same for her. It's didn't take long for the two of us
to climax. 

As soon as we did, I felt a cock right above my face. He guided
it into Joanne's pussy. His balls rested on my nose. I remember
thinking that if someone ever asked if I would be performing oral
sex on my daughter while she was being penetrated, I would have
been horrified. I felt my legs being lifted and a cock entered my
pussy. The rapist told us to keep eating each other.

After he stroked into Joanne a few times, he withdrew his cock
and stuck it in my mouth. His cock was wet and slimy from
Joanne's pussy. A little later, the other one took his cock out
of me and made Joanne suck it. I heard him say "That's right,
suck my dick, little slut." They did that for a while, fucking
us, and then forcing us to suck their cock covered with each
other's secretions. They switched a couple of times. 

The one fucking me started pushing a wet finger inside my butt
hole. I felt a lubricant being smeared on and inside my asshole.
I noticed a strange smell like K-Y jelly and I sensed that
Joanne's rectum was being lubricated also. I heard one of the
rapist say to the other. "Ready to try the backdoor?" I had never
experienced anal intercourse. I understand there are women who
enjoy it. Ron had never asked me to have anal sex and I never
brought it up.

I felt something beside a finger being shoved inside my rectum.
It was not a cock. I think it was a butt plug. I heard Joanne
whimper and say that something hurt. Her rapist replied, "Relax,
you'll get used to it. Wait till my cock is inside your little
poop chute."

My ass felt full but the sensation was not painful. Joanne
returned to licking my clitoris. It seemed so busy. I was
alternating licking my daughter's clitoris and sucking a wet cock
My daughter was licking me while a cock was fucking my pussy and
a butt plug sliding in and out my asshole. I thought I was going
crazy. I wondered how Joanne and I would ever resume a normal
mother daughter relationship after this was over. 

The butt plug was removed from my ass and I felt a cock pushing
against my sphincter. The same was happening to Joanne as she
started to cry. She told him it was too big. Then she let out a
screech. He said, "It's not too big. It went in." A cock slid
inside my ass. The pain was terrible. I started sucking Joanne's
clitoris hoping that would relax her. She did the same for me. My
ass was really getting plowed. I could tell Joanne was getting
the same. He pulled his cock out of her ass and stuck it in my
mouth. I could tell some of Joanne's shit was on his cock but I
sucked it anyway. After a minute or two, back in her ass it went.
 The two men switched. There was a different cock in Joanne's ass
and my mouth. On the other end, my ass and Joanne's mouth was
getting the same treatment. Finally, after a prolonged period of
hard fucking, I felt the guy unload n Joanne's ass. I felt warm
cum splash inside my rectum. I felt a cock back in my mouth and I
sucked the cum and shit off it.

Joanne rolled off. They handed each of us a bottle of water to
drink and told us to sit still and be quiet for a moment. Joanne
moved over to sit down beside me. I put my arm around my little
girl and hugged her to me as we drank our water. My face was
coated with Joanne's vaginal secretions and cum form the rapists
cock. My butt was sore from the anal rapes. Joanne's little
bottom must have hurt like hell.

They gave us dinner; then they put our heads back in the box and
tied our wrists to the side of the bed and left us. I was
exhausted. I asked Joanne if she was all right and she said she
was sore but okay. She asked me whether it was my first time
performing oral sex with a woman and I said it was. She then told
me that it felt good when I was eating her. She said it was the
best climax she had ever had in her life. I didn't know what to
say.  God I hope this awful experience has not turned Joanne into
a lesbian. I went to sleep.


Part 11 - Joanne the Daughter

This is my account of the second day.

The first thing they did was hurt my feet again. They took the
straps off and started to give me what I would call a torture
foot massage. They must have started with Mom first because she
started screaming and begging them to leave her feet alone. Since
the straps were off, I tried to keep my feet away but the guy
held them and rubbed them while I screamed my lungs out. 

The pain got less after a while and when I quit yelling the guy
stopped. They threw a blanket back over me and left. It was more
comfortable not being tied spread eagle. 

When they returned they gave us some water and fruit. Between
gulps of water I kept begging them not to hurt my feet anymore.
If they wanted my virginity, they could have it; anything was
preferable to foot torture.

One of them announced that they had drawn high card for who got
to bust my cherry and unfortunately for me, the one with the
bigger cock won.  Mom got upset and started crying again. At this
point, however, the guys seem to know things to do to us that
hurt a lot worse than rape. I told mom I was okay and to calm
down. 

The next thing I felt was a pillow being shoved under by butt. I
guess that was to make it easier to rape me. Mom started crying
again. She said that one of them was licking her down there and
playing with her breasts. All of a sudden, I felt a tongue on my
clitoris.  He gave me long slow licks that went from right above
my clit almost to my butt hole. Mom told me she was being eaten
out and I said they were doing the same to me.

I started to get aroused. Mom's face was sweating and I could
feel her wet cheek against mine. She gave out a low moan and
whispered, "Stop" but then she moaned again. I'm not sure what
Mom's point was in talking, these guys were going to do exactly
what they wanted.  I just lie there and let him lick me. One of
the boys who I made out with at a party had offered to get me off
with his mouth and I said no. However, if I had known it felt
this good. I would have agreed. I started moaning and sweating
right with Mom. All of a sudden, Mom had an orgasm. She thrashed
around and yelled "I'm cumming". That sent me over the top and I
had one too. It was a little one. I was too scared to reallycum.

The next thing I felt was the guy positioning himself between my
legs. He put my ankles up on his shoulders. He slid his cock up
and down over my slit. I let out a little moan. I whispered to
Mom "He going to fuck me now."  She replied "I'm already being
fucked" and she let out a little oomph sound, as the guy must
have slid his cock in her all the way.

My rapist pushed forward and came up against my hymen and
stopped. He rammed right into it but couldn't get through. I let
out a screech as that hurt like hell. He tried again with no
other result than I screeched louder. He told the other one. "I
can't get through. Her cherry feels tough as shoe leather." Mom
was moaning regularly from being fucked but mine could not get it
past my cherry.

I felt him brace himself and he slammed forward really hard this
time. I saw stars it hurt so badly and he even let out a little
yell of pain.  "The little slut's got a cherry like a brick
wall," he said. I said to Mom "He can't do it. Its hurting like
hell." Mom was getting really pounded now. Her breath was on the
same rhythm as her rapist's down stroke.  She said, "Wrap your
legs around him and pull his cock into you."

I felt him bracing for another try. I wrapped my legs around his
waist and pulled hard and thrust up as he slammed down.  This
time his cock went right through my cherry and in as far as it
would go.  I screamed from the pain as his cock stretched deep
within me. He let out a yell of triumph backed out and fucked me
again. The second time was not as bad as the first but it still
hurt. He got into a regular rhythm. I kept thrusting up and using
my legs to pull him into me. After a while, he climaxed, filling
me with his cum. I was no longer a virgin.

They left for a while. When they got back a different one
immediately climbed on top and started fucking me again. This guy
was very different from the first. He had a smaller body. He
fucked me a good long while. Mom was being fucked also. Both Mom
and I climaxed almost together this time. They laughed about us
being mother-daughter whores who came together. They left after
they came inside us. I asked Mom if we were whores because we
climaxed while being raped. She said we were just doing what we
had to in order to survive. Mom said we should cooperate when
having sex with them and maybe they would let us go like they
promised.

They came back for a third time. This time the one who took my
cherry fucked me again. Mom and I just fucked away. I had been
screwed three times so far. After he finished the third rape,
they swapped again. I was mounted for the fourth time. That time,
the guy took a long time to climax. He sucked on my titties as he
pumped away. I climaxed more than once. Mom was yelling, "fuck
me" over and over again. She told me that talking dirty to a man
makes them cum quicker. I started yelling, "fuck me" every time
he stroked into me. Mom and I were quite a pair, lying there
sweating and screaming "fuck me". We fucked back like mad women.
I was kind of proud of Mom. She wanted us both to live and was
willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. Most moms
would have just freaked out.

After the fourth rape, they said something about lunch, covered
us up and left.

Mom asked me if I was all right. She told me not to think badly
of her or myself. Anything we did here was because we wanted to
live, not something we choose. She also asked me if I wanted to
go on birth control pills when we got back home. I said that it
was probably a good idea. Mon said that once the genie was out of
the bottle, there was no way of getting it back in. I took that
to mean that once I lost my cherry, I would start sleeping with
boys at school. I suppose she is right.

When they came back, they brought us water and food. It was a
turkey sandwich with lettuce and mayonnaise on wheat. For guys
they certainly eat healthy. They let me eat first. After Mom and
I were fed, they instructed us that they were going to take Mom
into a bathroom where she could shower and clean up. They would
put her in the bathroom and lock the door. Mom could remove the
sack and mask, then use the toilet and shower. After she was
clean, she was to replace the mask and sack and signal they could
take her back to the bed and box (Mom's name for their
contraption). They warned us again that if we saw their faces, no
mater whose fault, we were dead.

They did the same to me. I was very careful with my mask and head
sack. There was a mirror in the bathroom. I did not look as awful
as I expected. There was some douche and they told me to use it.
It stung quite a bit. I don't recommend "Summer's Eve" right
after you had your virginity taken. The shower felt great. They
even had the brand of shampoo I've been using. They had to carry
me to and from the bathroom. My feet hurt too much to walk.  When
I got back to the bed, they had changed the sheets. I guess
rapists come in all degrees of personal hygiene.

Some time passed before they started again. They took Mom out of
the box and made her suck them off. They asked me if I had ever
sucked a cock and I truthfully said no. I felt a little guilty
about letting Mom have to suck both of them. I know she does it
with Daddy because I saw them one night on the couch. We kids had
been put to bed but I woke up and came out of my room that
overlooks the great room downstairs. My parents were on the
couch. Mom's head was down in Dad's lap and it was bobbing up and
down, Daddy was certainly enjoying Mom's efforts. I could see her
licking the head then swallowing it into her throat. His head was
thrown back and he was moaning and kept repeating "Suck it,
bitch, suck that dick you cock sucking whore."  All of a sudden,
Daddy sort of reared up and grabbed Mom's head and forced it down
on his cock. He jerked a number of times. Mom sucked him several
more times then leaned up and they kissed with their tongues. I
heard Daddy say "I love it when you snowball me". Doris, my best
friend, had told me about snowballing. I crept back to my room. I
had never dreamed my Mom would French kiss my Dad with a mouthful
of his cum. At that time, I remember thinking "Adults areweird".

Anyway, Mom sucked them both off with no help from her daughter.

I find this difficult to write about. They forced mother and I to
have oral sex with one another while they fucked our ass. They
put us in the sixty-nine position and told me to start eating my
Mom's pussy. I was too scared to do anything but start licking. I
am not a lesbian and none of my friends at school are. Mom's
pussy was nice and clean from the shower they let us take. I
don't think I could have done it if Mom's hole was filled with
cum from all the rapes. They put me on top of Mom in the
sixty-nine position. At first, I said I couldn't do it to the
rapist. He leaned down and told me, "If you don't, I'll cut your
Mom's nipples off and make you eat them." I knew he meant it so I
just started licking her clitoris and pussy. Mom started licking
me as soon as I started on her. I must admit that what Mom did
felt good to me right from the start. I don't know whether Mom
has ever had sex with a woman but she sure seemed to know what
she was doing.  I imitated Mom and licked where she licked. This
really got me hot and I think it was the same with Mom. Both of
us were moaning. I heard Mom say, "Eat me, baby, eat your mothers
cunt." In almost no time, I had the best orgasm of my life. It
seemed to go on forever. I had climaxed that morning while I was
being fucked and even before that at home when I played with
myself but those were nothing to the cum I had when Mom ate my
pussy. I really loved my Mom at that moment and I believe she
loved me too.

After we climaxed, a cock went in my pussy. I was so wet that it
slid right in. This was my first dog style fuck. A hand pulled my
head up a little and a cock went sliding into Mom's pussy. He
told me to keep licking her clit and I did. I couldn't see
anything because of the mask but it felt plenty weird to be
licking your Mom's clit while a cock was fucking her a couple of
inches from your nose. Mom was eating me while the rapist fucked
me doggie style. He pulled his cock out of Mom's pussy several
times and stuck it in my mouth. I sucked it as best as I could.
The two rapists swapped several times so I got fucked by and had
to suck both of them.

I heard one of them tell the other that it was time for some butt
fucking. I felt my asshole being smeared with some kind of jelly.
They did the same to Mom. He slid his finger in my ass. That hurt
a little. Mom's ass was getting fingered. A second finger went
into my ass. I knew what was coming next. I felt a cock probing
my butt hole and pushing to get inside. I yelled out it was too
big. One of them said something that made the other laugh. His
cock must have found the key because all of a sudden, it was in
me. The rapist grabbed my hips and pulled himself in as far as it
would go. My God did that hurt. It was like I had a baseball bat
in my ass and ever muscle in my abdomen was squeezing to get it
out. He started fucking my ass. Mom was licking me and that
helped to relax me enough that it did not hurt as bad. I felt
Mom's legs being pulled straight up and I realized her turn for
an ass fucking was coming. She grunted as the rapist entered her.
I licked her clit. After he had been fucking Mom's ass for a
while, he pulled his cock out and made me suck it. They did the
same to Mom. If anyone had ever told me that I would suck a cock
right after it had been pulled out of my Mother asshole, I would
have told him or her they were crazy and disgusting. But at the
time, I wanted to live: so I just let him slide his cock in my
mouth even though I could smell Mom's shit on it. The guy finally
climaxed in my ass. 

They pulled me off Mom and gave us a bottle of water. I sat down
beside Mom and she put her arm around me as we drank our water.
My butt hurt like hell. My pussy was sore and my feet were still
impossible to touch without my crying out.

I guess they were worn out with us. They put is back on our beds
with our heads in the box and left us. Mom told me what a brave
young woman I had been. She said that we would have to talk about
what they made us do when we got out of this mess. I went to
sleep. 


Someone climbing on me and fucking me woke me up. I had no idea
what time it was. It must have been during the night. I'm sure
they fucked me and I did not dream it.  Mom slept right through
it. After a while, he climaxed in me and got off. Then someone
else go on top of me. He slid his cock in me and then pulled it
out and pushed it inside my asshole. It hurt like hell at the
start. After a while I got used to it and it wasn't so bad. I
squeezed my asshole tight every time he stroked into me. After he
climaxed, he leaned down and kissed my nipple and said, "You're
going to make a good whore like your Mom". I was not sure what he
meant by that. My Mom was not a whore.


Part 12 - Steve

This is my account of the third and final day.

It was time to get out our toys and increase the intensity. We
usually follow a pattern where the first day is pretty much
normal sexual activity if you want to call rape, cherry busting,
and butt fucking normal. The second day we get more serious and
ratchet up the pain. I suppose it is human nature to always be
looking for a greater thrill.

Bill and I watched the local news as we ate breakfast. The
disappearance of Christine and Joanne was not the lead story but
it was featured. There was a short statement read by the family
lawyer asking for the public's help in finding the pair. The
husband and two children stood by the lawyer looking sad and
miserable. Next, they had one of those pretty newswomen standing
out in front of the police station located in the same town where
the mall was. She was telling everyone that the police had called
in the FBI since the state line was nearby. Bill thought the
newswoman looked hot and suggested we select her to participate
in our next field trial. I agreed it was an interesting idea and
worthy of further consideration.

Bill and I finished breakfast then fed our guests and let them
take a shower. That went smoothly. Their feet were still a mess.
Christine could only get to the bathroom if we carried her
between us. Joanne was able to sort of hop on one foot. Like we
said earlier, we overdid the foot whipping

Once we had Mother and Daughter back on the beds with their heads
in the box, we resumed our activities. I selected two dildos. One
was a latex replica of a human arm. Faggots use it to simulate
fist fucking. It's basically a rubber fist and forearm all the
way to the elbow. It's about two feet long. The other dildo was
your basic ten-inch rubber cock with a pair of balls. 

Bill grabbed Christine's legs and pulled them back over her head
in a "V". I rubbed some K-Y on her ass and worked a finger or two
in there to loosen her up. You could tell by her crying and
pleading she was not too crazy about the idea. I got her butt
hole loosened up then inserted the K-Y nozzle and gave it a good
squeeze. That put at least half a tube of lube in her ass. I
lubed up the latex arm. I used several fingers to work her butt
open and then substituted the latex fist. It took a good strong
shove to get it past her asshole. The little lady kept up her
begging and pleading. "Stop, just fuck my pussy" she kept saying.
I told her we were going to fuck her pussy as soon as we got this
up her ass. Once the fist popped inside her ring, it took a good
hard shove and we buried that monster all the way inside her
chocolate highway. Her butt ring was stretched tight as a rubber
band around the end of the rubber arm. I can't understand what
faggots get out of that. It looked real painful. She was
hollering for us to take it out. I stuck a couple of fingers in
her snatch and yes; I could feel the arm in her ass. 

Next, we turned our attention to Joanne. I held her legs while
Bill did the honors. He used K-Y to lube her butt hole. He
loosened her sphincter with his fingers then she shoved that
ten-inch cock home while our little lady screamed her lungs out.
At this point, both Mother and Daughter would have opted to suck
a dog's dick if we would remove our toys from their ass holes. 

I climbed on Joanne and penetrated that tight little pussy. You
could feel that rubber cock right alongside my real one. It made
her extra tight. And it must have been painful because she was
sobbing her heart out. I bit a nipple hard enough to draw blood;
then did the same to the other one. Her little body was heaving
and twisting as much as the restraints allowed. 

On the other bed, Bill was giving it to Christine. Ever time Bill
stroked home, she screamed. He was chewing on her nipples and
biting down hard. Bill and I swapped cunts. Christine's pussy was
really tight. You could feel that big rubber arm as you fucked
her. I pushed my cock against it and that seemed to cause her
extra pain. I fucked her pussy pushing against the arm listening
to her begging me to stop. Bill was having similar fun with
Joanne. 

We swapped fuck holes a couple more times before we dumped our
loads in their twats. It was kind of awesome looking down at
Christine's pussy with her asshole wrapped tightly around the
rubber arm and her pussy gapped open with my cum and little
streaks of blood leaking out. Joanne looked pretty much the same
except there was more blood. There was even more blood on their
tits.  I played around with the digital cameras to make sure we
had good close-ups of those tortured cunts. Maybe one day, we
would print off a copy, frame them, and mail it to Mother and
Daughter as keepsakes.  

We got out the tit presses and needles for the next and final
round. We told Christine that we were going to put Joanne's boobs
in the press first so she could listen to her daughter scream.  I
took pliers in each hand and got a firm grip on each nipple and
stretched her little knockers out till they looked like they were
being rippled off. Bill fitted the press around them and started
tightening. It took a few seconds for the four wing nuts to reach
the point where the pressure started. 

At that point, the little bitch went crazy. Having your tits
squeezed flat between two boards must seriously hurt. She started
begging us to just fuck her, even her ass. She offered to suck
our cocks if we removed the press. Bill just kept tightening and
Joanne just kept screaming. Mom was getting excited about what we
were doing to Joanne. Joanne's legs were shaking. When the boards
were about one and a half inches apart we stopped. Steve handed
me a needle and I pushed it through one nipple while he did the
other. Then I took a second longer needle and went right back
through the end of the nipple back into the breast. I would say
it went all the way between the boards and hit the sternum. The
force of the press compacted the flesh and you had to shove hard
to penetrate that area. Joanne was gasping for breath against the
pain. 

We left Joanne to suffer. Her ass was full of ten inches of hard
rubber cock. Her tits were squeezed to about the height of a
sandwich and there were two needles in each tit.

Christine's bigger knockers looked ready for the press. I grabbed
her long nipples with the pliers and practically lifted her off
the bed. What a wail she let out as she arched her back trying to
get her boobs higher. Bill put the press in place and ran up the
wing nuts. Christine had big round full tits and the press
started to force the nipple and about three inches of tit flesh
to balloon out the front of the press. Bill tightened to where
each breasts was purple. Mother Christine was screaming her lungs
out. I stuck my fingers in her pussy and grabbed the arm dildo
with my fingers and squeezed. Mom let out a big powerful scream
and passed out cold. 

We went back to Joanne and started playing pincushion with her
little boobs. We had 10-15 needles in each tit. She screamed when
we put a needle in. She screamed some more when we tightened the
press.

Christine returned to consciousness. Bill handed me a box of
needles. We put so many needles in her boobs we ran out of tit
flesh. I selected a couple of pointed meat skewers and worked one
of them in through her tit and started scraping her sternum with
the point. I read somewhere that bone scraping as it is called is
one of the most hideous of all tortures. Based on Christine's
reaction, I would have to agree.

We switched to Christine's pussy and embedded quite a few needles
in the labia and clitoris. The clit is super sensitive and she
jerked her body up off the bed each time I speared it with a
needle. I did a little bone scraping of the pubic bone.

We switched over to Joanne's twat to pierce her little pussy.
Both women were hysterical. There was time for one final fuck. We
pulled the needles and skewers out and mounted the women. I went
deep into Joanne. The dildo in her ass still made for a tight fit
of her pussy around my cock. I started tightening the tit press
again as I fucked away. The little bitch seemed beyond caring so
I reached down grabbed her little belly button stud and yanked it
right out. It tore away a piece of her navel. She let out what
must have been her loudest scream of the whole three days. Then
the little bitch fainted. I fucked the shit out of her for a few
more minutes and then shot my load in that snatch for the last
time.

We removed the tit press. The dildos took a little effort to get
out of their assholes. There was a lot of blood. Nothing looked
permanently damaged except Christine's nipples and Joanne's
navel.  Both were pretty fucked up.

It was documentation time. We sent each one to the shower then
sat them down at a computer and showed them the template. I had
to motivate Joanne to participate by telling her that failure to
write would cause her mother to lose her clitoris and Joanne her
ears. Most people respond positively when you threaten them with
disfigurement, especially women.

Part 13 - Christine

This is my account of the third day.

I would have to say that this was the worst day of my life. I
thought that yesterday was beyond comparison but looking back on
it, it was nothing compared to what happened to Joanne and me on
the third day.

It started off pretty much the same as the day before. They gave
us breakfast and allowed us to shower and use the bathroom. Then
they put us back in what I refer to as the "bed and box".

Someone grabbed my legs and pulled them straight up and back so I
was almost bent double. Yesterday, that was the prelude to anal
rape but today it turned out differently. They lubricated my
rectum and started pushing fingers inside. I was sore from
yesterday and my butt hurt when he had several fingers inside me.
Then I felt him squirt what I think was more lubricant straight
into my rectum. I told myself to relax that I had survived
yesterday's anal rape and I would somehow live through today's.
Joanne kept asking me what was going on. They were leaving her
alone at the moment.

I felt a blunt object at my backdoor. He gave it a hard shove and
it slipped past my anal ring. It felt huge inside me. I started
to get scared, real scared. I felt a lot of pressure and then the
object began to move inside my colon. It went in further and
further. I felt my guts churn, as it must have moved things
around in there. I started crying that it was going to kill me.
When it stopped, it felt like the blunt end of a baseball bat had
been shoved inside my body. The pressure was tremendous. I
started to beg them to take it out of me. Joanne started to
panic. She was crying and begging them to leave me alone. She
started calling out "leave my mommy alone, fuck me but don't hurt
her."

I felt a couple of fingers enter my vagina and feel the thing in
my ass through that thin membrane that lines my vagina. He
explored me with his fingers. I heard him tell the other one to
come over and feel it. I felt one set of fingers slide out and
other one slide in. I heard one of them say, "Man, that's going
to be a tight fuck. Let's get our little princess tightened up."

Joanne told me they were lubricating her ass. I told her she was
going to have to be very brave because they were going to do to
her what they had done to me. Joanne started screaming for them
to take it out of her. She was in a lot of pain. She told me they
had shoved something huge up her ass and she could feel it deep
inside her bowels. It was horrible.

A cock penetrated my vagina. The pain was unbearable. I thought
something inside me was going to rupture. Joanne was getting
fucked too. She was begging them to stop. They kept at it until I
didn't have the strength to yell anymore. They swapped between us
a number of times. They started biting my breasts. I mean sinking
their teeth into the flesh. I heard Joanne yell, "Don't bite my
titties." My vagina was so tight from what was in my butt that
every stroke was purge agony. One of them almost bite my nipple
off. I felt like the walls of my vagina were being pulled apart.
After a while, they must have cum because they got off us and
left for a while.

Joanne asked me if they had left that thing in my butt. I said
yes and she said it was still inside her. She asked me what it
was and I said it was probably some kind of big dildo or anal
probe. I'm not sure how but I knew it was made out of rubber. God
it felt strange to have something that big inside your body.
Joanne said she felt her vaginal walls tearing while the one with
the bigger cock was fucking her. I hope there is no permanent
damage. I was also horrified that the dildos would have to be
removed by a doctor. They felt lodged inside me. As it turned
out, I was wrong about that.

The men announced they were going to use "tit presses" on us next
and that Joanne was going to go first. I had never seen a tit
press but I had a good idea what one was. It was a simple device.
There were two boards connected with four bolts and tightened
using wing nuts. One of them explained it that way. I shuddered
at the thought of Joanne's beautiful young breasts being tortured
that way. They wanted me to listen to Joanne screaming and then I
would get the same treatment. Joanne started to cry. She was
afraid they would disfigure her breasts and no boy would be
interested in a girl with ugly breasts. I told her that while it
would be painful, it would not cause permanent damage. I did not
know that for sure but I had to say something. To a
fifteen-year-old girl, appearance is about the most important
thing on earth. 

Joanne started screaming they were lifting her by her nipples.
Later they did the same thing to me using pliers. She told me
they had put wooden boards on top and bottom of her boobs and
they were slowly closing the boards together. Joanne started
screaming and begging them to stop. She said her boobs were being
flattened. Joanne was just howling. All of a sudden she lifted
her head up and screamed. They had driven a needle straight into
her nipple. They did the same to the other nipple. She passed
out.

They left her and started on me. Someone stood on the bed,
reached down with pliers and grabbed my nipples and pulled
upward.  They actually picked me up by my nipples. The other one
put my breasts in the press and started closing it up. I have
large breasts and several inches of my boobs stuck out the front
of the press. They tightened and tightened it until I passed out
from the pain. They brought me around with smelling salts. They
started tightening again. I passed out again. They brought me
back with the smelling salts once more. Joanne was screaming for
them to stop sticking pins in her boobs. She told me they were
going in one side and out the other.

I felt a hand grab my nipple. It was fat and swollen from the
press. I felt a needle being pushed through it, just the nipple
itself. Then another needle was pressed directly in from the
front. It was a long needle and it went deep inside my breast.
When the needle was all the way in he worked it around and I felt
it scrape against my sternum. You cannot imagine the agony of
having a needle scrape against a bone inside your body. 

I felt them both standing on each side of the twin bed. They
begin to stick needles into the ballooned parts of the breasts
that stuck out in front of the tit press. Each was puncturing a
breast. Then I felt something blunter that a needle being forced
into my flesh. All the time I was pleading with them to stop.

One of them said "Christine, That was a meat skewer, like you
cook shish-kebob with. Here, feel what happens when I give it a
little twist."

I passed out. They brought me back with a whiff of ammonia. I
could feel blood oozing out of my breasts. They went back to
sticking needles in my tits. I kept screaming. Then they started
sticking them in my vaginal lips. They pulled my clitoris out and
stuck several needles in it.

I heard one of them say, "Let's try a hot needle." I felt heat
and then a searing pain as they pushed that in my clitoris. Poor
Joanne was suffering too. They had put needles in her pussy lips
and clitoris. When one of us passed out, they would switch to the
other. The torture with the tit press and needles went on for
what seemed like hours. Finally I guess they got tired of it and
stopped. We were too hoarse to scream anymore. 

They started pulling the needles out. When the needles were
removed, one of them mounted me and fucked me once again. He put
his cock in me and then started tightening the tit press. I
really lost it and became hysterical.  There is only so much pain
a body can stand. I think they were fucking Joanne as the same
time. I started shaking all over. He would slide his cock in me
and then tighten the press some more.

After several repetitions of fucking and tightening, he climaxed
and rolled off me. My breasts were in agony. Joanne said her were
flat and she was crying that they were ruined and scarred and no
one would be interested in a girl with boobs with scars all over
them. I thought for a minute how Ron would react when he saw what
these men had done to me.  I decided then that I was not going to
allow him to see my body until it had healed up.

They announced that they were through playing with us. The
removed the tit press. I started screaming and passed out when
the blood started flowing back into my breasts. When I came to,
they had removed the dildo from my ass. 

The next part totally amazed me. One of them sat down beside me
on the bed and told us that we were going to have to sit in
separate rooms for the next four hours and write a detailed
three-part account of each day including how we were raped and
tortured. They wanted at least 2,000 words about each day. 
Joanne said she did not think she could do it. The guy reached
down and grabbed my very sore clitoris and said to me. "You tell
Joanne that if she does not write it all down as instructed, we
are going to cut your clitoris off and then we are going to cut
her ears off. He said we were four or five hours from going home.
I told Joanne to listen to me. I told her that she could do this.
I told her about the ears and how she would be disfigured. Joanne
agreed to write her part.

They took me to the bathroom. I showered. I was almost afraid to
look at my breasts in the mirror. They were black and blue with
dozens of red puncture wounds. Both my nipples were split apart.
I felt better after my shower. I could even hobble along on my
feet although it hurt like hell. They walked me with a sack over
my head into a small room that contained a table, desk chair,
lamp and computer. There were two bottles of water and another
turkey sandwich. There was a template for me to follow already
set up on the word processor.

Below are my responses to questions on the template that I do not
think I covered in the narrative of the day's events.

Were you surprised by your daughter's behavior and if so, in what
way?

I was surprised that Joanne was able to endure so much pain and
still be concerned for my welfare. Joanne proved to be a survivor
who met the challenges that the continual rape and torture posed.


How will your relationship to your daughter be affected by fact
that you engaged in mutual oral intercourse?

This is something the two of us are going to have to work out. It
would be highly embarrassing if it became known within our
community that we had engaged in such activity even if we were
forced by circumstances. I think we will put this behind us and
get on with our lives.


Part 14 - Joanne

This is my account of the third day.

The guys really hurt Mom and me that day. They shoved something
up inside our butts and it was too big. I screamed when they did
it. It must have been really big because my poor butt hole felt
like it was going to split. And it was so long, it reached up
inside me to where it felt like it was in my stomach.

I think their idea was to make our pussies real tight so that the
rape would really hurt. They stuck it in Mom's butt first. She
begged them to take it out. Then they did me and we were both
begging them. When one of their cocks entered me, I blacked out
for a moment from the pain. My insides were so stretched I was
afraid something would burst. My pussy stretched out after they
had fucked me a while and the pain got a little less. They traded
places several times. The weight of their bodies pressing down
forced the thing in my butt to push against their cocks as they
fucked me. Then they started grabbing my nipples with their teeth
and biting down. Their teeth dug into my flesh and I screamed for
them to stop. I could tell the bites were puncturing the skin. My
breasts are small but I think they're pretty. I hope they are not
scarred. Mom was yelling for them to stop chewing her nipples.
Mom has long nipples so it must have hurt like crazy. They
finally climaxed and slipped off us. 

They left us alone for a few minutes. When they came back, they
announced they were going to use a "tit press" to smash our boobs
and that this time I got to go first. I felt a short board on the
top and a similar board on the bottom of my boobs. I quickly got
the idea how a tit press worked. My nipples were grabbed with a
metal pincher and pulled hard straight up. My nipples were
smashed flat. I think they used pliers to grab my nipples and
pull my boobs out as far as they would go as they fitted the tit
press on me. They practically lifted me off the bed by my
nipples. Let someone lift you up by your nipples if you want to
know real pain.  I was screaming again. I felt the press begin to
tighten on my boobs. It squished harder and harder till they
started getting flat. Mom was hysterical worried about me. They
kept tightening till they were almost flat under the board with
the end parts all bulged out like overstuffed sausages. They felt
like two balloons about to burst. I would have let them fuck me
every day for a year if they would stop the tit press.

When they stopped, my boobs were practically flat. I heard them
say something about needles. Also of a sudden, I felt a sharp
piercing pain. One of them told me they had just shoved a needled
into the center of my breast. They put a needle in the other boob
and I must have passed out. They used that smelling stuff to
bring me awake again.

They said they wanted me to listen to Mom being put in the tit
press .Mom started begging them to leave her alone. They she
started to scream really loud and repeatedly. I heard them say
that Mom's tits were big enough for a lot of needles. She was
wailing, offering to do anything to get them to stop. They must
have really worked on her boobs because it went on a long while.
Mom sort of lost it as the pain got to her. I could feel the
sweat on her cheek as they tortured her boobs. Mine were a dull
ache. I still had something huge in my ass. But Mom was really
getting it. You could feel her whole body shaking. I got worried
she would have a stroke or a heart attack. They kept at her. I
heard one of them say something about a pincushion.

They left Mom and started to push pins into my breasts. They
would put a long pin in that would go out the other side. Then
they would grab the part of my boob sticking out of the tit press
and squeeze it. Several times they tightened the press. I
screamed every time. Then I felt someone grab the lips of my
pussy and stick a pin through them. I could really feel that.
They even stuck one directly in my clitoris and worked the pin
around. That was awful. I could feel it scraping my pubic bone.
Mom and I couldn't comfort each other. We were both screaming our
lungs out. Mom was crying about her tits, her poor tits, over and
over again. I guess I was lucky my boobs are small.

Then they went back to working on Mom. She screamed for a while
then became totally incoherent. 

They returned to me and pulled all the pins out. I could feel the
blood on my chest. A cock entered my vagina and I was being raped
once more. He started tightening the press; but I was beyond
caring. I felt him grab the stud I had inserted in my navel on my
birthday and he pulled it out. It had a real diamond and I
thought it looked extra cool. I felt my flesh ripping away. There
was a pool of blood on my belly button. I screamed as loud as I
could. It hurt awful.

He took a while but finally he climaxed. They removed the tit
press and pulled the thing out of my ass. I felt so relieved.
They did the same for Mom. 

They announced we were done except for having to write this
account of our experiences. At first I said I couldn't do it. I
was too tired and sore to write. They told me that if I didn't
write a complete and accurate account they would heat up a hair
curling iron and stick it in my vagina and asshole. They
threatened to amputate Mom's clitoris. They also said they would
cut off my ears.  Mom told me to pull myself together. She
reminded me that English composition was my best subject and that
I had won two essay competitions last year. 

I had already made up my mind I would do it when they threatened
to cut my ears off. I didn't want to go back to school
disfigured. 

They put us in separate rooms in front of a computer. I saw that
the time was mid afternoon. They said we had four hours to enter
our account. There was an outline we had to follow and certain
things had to be included. There was a sandwich and a bottle of
water on the desk. I got to writing. As I read over the three
parts I wrote, I think I did a pretty good job of getting it all
down. 

One thing I want to discuss with Mom is whether we have to tell
anybody we ate each other's pussies. We live in a small town and
there are two girls in my school whose dads are cops. If it got
around that I ate my Mother's pussy, I would just die. Even if we
were forced, people would be looking at me in the hall and saying
there's the girl that ate her mom's snatch. She must be a
lesbian. Mom and I have to agree to keep that part secret. 

As it is, all my school friends are going to know that I was
raped. Doris and Ellen, my very best friends, will want to know
what happened. I have no idea how I will respond when I am at one
of our make-out parties and the boy wants me to go all the way.
At one time, remaining a virgin for a while longer was a goal.
Now it seems irrelevant. I know Doris has intercourse and she is
on the pill. Mom offered to put me on the pill. I think I will
take her up on it.

Epilogue - Steve

We bound and gagged our guests and put them naked inside a couple
of canvas bags we bought in an army surplus store. After dark and
closing time, we drove to the rear of a strip mall and dumped
them in a trash container behind the grocery store. I bet that
was a nasty, smelly experience.  After we drove away for 30
minutes, we found a pay phone and called 911 and told the police
where to find Christine and Joanne. 

The next morning, there was extensive coverage about finding the
missing women. I think most people had assumed they would either
turn up dead or never be found. They were reported to be in good
condition and expected to make a full recovery. One of the
stations had the attractive newswoman standing in front of the
very trash dumpster where the women were found.

Bill pointed out what a turn on it would be if we abducted her.
We could keep her a few days fucking the shit out of her and then
let her go. Then, assuming she went back to her old job, we could
get a hard on every time the lady appeared in front of some news
site. There she would be in front of a convenience store that was
robbed and Bill and I would remember her strapped down with our
cocks inside her. I had to agree it would be hot.

I have many hours of digital video and audio to go through in
completing my research on this particular field trial. It was
obvious that Christine and Joanne had an excellent relationship
going into the field trial. Furthermore, at least in the short
term, the rape and torture seemed to strengthen not weaken it. I
will be listening carefully to the recordings of the
inside-the-box mother and daughter conversations that occurred
between them. I am particularly interested in what they said
while we were out of the room. I will work hard to glean any
subtext of their remarks and attempt to predict how it will
change their relationship in the longer run. The two of them must
process the experience where they performed oral sex upon one
another and reached orgasm. That's a life event that few upper
middle class mother/daughter experience.

At some point, it might be illuminating to abduct another mother
and daughter of about the same age and subject them to an
identical agenda of rape and torture. That would allow me to
verify results.

My brother has accessed the Web site of the television station to
look at the biography of the newswomen that has caught his fancy.
We discussed the fact that in her line of work, her appearance is
critical. I wonder what obscene acts she would be willing to
perform if you threatened to cut her nose off.



 








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