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A Vacation in Hell
By vulgus

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Story codes: MF, MMMF, ffm, Ff, ff, MFffm, NC, Best., WS

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



It was only the third day of our vacation and already I was
starting to think that this had been a bad idea. My wife's father
had died this past winter and her mother had given us their
almost unused, two year old motorhome. She couldn't drive it and
didn't want it. 

My wife and I had talked about buying one from time to time. I
thought that it looked like a fun way to travel for my wife Kim
and me. But Kim thought it would be fun for the whole family and
draw us closer together.

The motorhome is large and plush and well equipped, and if it
were just Kim and I it would have been fun. But we were also
herding around and refereeing three teenagers that were very
unhappy about being crowded into this little box and separated
from their friends and forced into such close proximity to each
other.

Our sixteen year old twins, Morgan and Megan, were sullen and
pouty and just generally displaying all the worst traits that you
might expect from a couple of teenagers. They were mad about
spending two weeks away from their friends, especially their
boyfriends. I have to admit, separating them from their
boyfriends for a couple of weeks was an underlying motive to
forcing them to come along.

Their younger brother, fifteen year old Mike, was just as unhappy
about being kept in a box with his two sisters and was doing
everything that he could think of to keep his sisters agitated.
It was already apparent that we would not be looking back on this
trip as our best vacation ever. Kim was almost ready to put all
three of them on a bus and send them back to stay with their
grandmother until we got home in a couple of weeks. We were both
tired of yelling at them.

Because gas was so expensive now, we had planned out a lot of
travel on secondary roads and a lot of stops at centrally located
campgrounds in rural areas from which we would be able to tour
surrounding sights in the vehicle we were towing behind us,
leaving the motorhome at each campsite for several days at a
time.

We were driving through some really narrow, curvy back roads on
our way to our first campsite now and I was pretty nervous about
piloting this thing on these narrow roads. It was my first time
driving this monster and it was okay on the interstate, but it
suddenly seemed a lot bigger up in the mountains. I was really
looking forward to parking this thing. 

Kim was navigating and it was starting to look like we had taken
a wrong turn somewhere. It may have been my imagination, but it
seemed like the roads were getting narrower and the turns sharper
and I was finding it hard to believe that someone would place a
campground somewhere on this narrow road and encourage people
with motorhomes to travel here. The only good thing was that the
kids were nervous too and had finally shut up.

Just when I thought that it couldn't get much worse I saw a cop
in my rearview mirror with his blue light on. I was getting
panicky now. There was no place to pull this damned thing over!

Every once in a while I waived out of my window to try and let
the cop know that I was looking for somewhere to pull over. But
he was definitely getting impatient and a couple of times he
flipped on his siren for a few seconds. That didn't do anything
for my nerves.

At long last we came to a small turnout and I pulled off of the
road and shut the motor off. I took a deep breath and got out of
my seat and told everyone to stay where they were. I climbed out
through the side door and made my way to the back of the
motorhome as the cop was stomping towards me, his face was as
dark red as I had ever seen anyone in my life. 

As I approached him I apologized, explaining that we were lost
and that there had been no place to pull over when I saw him. He
glared at me as he continued to approach and as soon as he was
within reach he grabbed me and spun me around and slammed me
violently against the back of our minivan which was the vehicle
we had elected to bring along for our side trips.

The breath was knocked out of me and before I could recover he
grabbed my arms and in seconds I found myself with my arms
handcuffed behind my back. I was too shocked and too stunned to
react at first. 

The cop was huge and obviously furious and he was treating me
like a violent master criminal or something. I tried to stutter
out some sort of protest but he pushed me towards his patrol car
with my feet nearly off the ground and slammed me down on the
hood violently.

I tried again to reason with him but he grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back and ordered me in a voice choked with anger
to shut the fuck up.

Just them my son came tearing around the side of the motorhome
and started yelling at the cop to let me go. I yelled at my son
to get back in the motorhome but he ignored me and rushed the
cop. 

The cop was a big guy, probably 6'4" and well over two hundred
and fifty pounds. And there did not appear to be an ounce of fat
on him. But he was nimble too. Before you could blink an eye he
had my son pressed up against his car and he was reaching inside
his door and pulling out another set of handcuffs.

I pleaded with him to let Mike go, explaining that he was just
fifteen and he was just trying to protect me.

But the cop ignored me and put the cuffs on Mike and slammed him
down next to me on the hood of his car. He grabbed my wallet out
of my back pocket and ordered us not to move and then he got in
his car and got on his radio. 

He spoke to someone in his police code, using numbers and letters
and I had no idea what he said. Finally he got out of his car
again just as Kim came around corner of the motorhome.

I told her to get back in the motorhome but the cop yelled at her
to come over to where he was standing. It had been obvious that
she was going to ignore me anyway. A cop was roughing up her
husband and son and she was not going to stand for that!

But as she got closer and saw what she was dealing with she
mellowed considerably and instead of going off on him she tried
to reason with him. He let her talk for a moment and then he
said, "How many more people in that vehicle ma'am?"

She ignored him and tried to get him to be reasonable and remove
our cuffs and he lost patience quickly and before she knew what
was going on he had spun her around and secured her arms behind
her back with a plastic zip tie style handcuff.

As soon as she was cuffed he slammed her against his car and in a
voice that sounded like he was on the verge of exploding he said,
"I asked you a question! How many more people are in that
vehicle?" 

The air had been knocked out of her and she gasped out, "Just
two, my daughters are in there. Why are you doing this to us?"

He ignored my wife and reached into his car and pulled out two
more of those plastic handcuffs and ordered us not to move. He
went around the side of the motorhome and in a couple of minutes
he was back with my two daughters, both crying hysterically and
both handcuffed.

I tried again to find out why he was doing this to us. As far as
I knew I had broken no laws. The only thing that I had done wrong
was turn where my wife had said turn. I certainly wasn't
speeding! And I pulled off the road as soon after I saw his light
as an opportunity had presented itself.

But the cop refused to respond, other than to order me to shut up
again.

We were all waiting for something to happen now, all of us afraid
to speak or move.

I have no idea how long it was before a large van that had the
markings of some rural police department on it pulled up and two
officers got out of it. We were roughly shoved inside and as soon
as we were seated one of the officers got behind the wheel and
drove off down the road with us, followed closely by the cop. The
other officer stayed behind with our motorhome, presumably to
take it to wherever we were going.

As soon as we were moving I tried to reason with the driver. I
tried to explain that this was all just some kind of
misunderstanding. We were not criminals, just a family on a
vacation, looking for a campground.

He never even looked up at me. He just drove down that winding
mountain road and turned off of it onto an even smaller road and
drove for at least another half hour or so.

As I had been guiding the motorhome up that narrow road earlier I
had been extremely grateful that I had not met any other vehicles
coming the other way. It could have been very dangerous. But now
I realized that we had not seen another vehicle going either way
in at least an hour, except for the cops, of course. If they were
cops, my mind added, and for the first time the possibility that
these men were not cops struck me.

But I was convinced that they were. The vehicles, the uniforms,
even the way they talked on the radio, it was all very authentic.
Of course, my only experience with cops was watching them on
television, so I didn't have any first hand knowledge of police
behaviors and mannerisms. I knew that my entire family was being
hauled away in handcuffs for no apparent reason and driven deep
into the mountains.

The van came around a sharp turn and just in front of us was a
small collection of buildings. I hesitate to call it a town.
There was no Post Office, but there was a small sign that said,
"Welcome to Trail's End."

Among the buildings grouped together was a Sheriff's Office, a
small general store, a small diner, a couple of run down houses
and the largest building, a bar.

 We came to a rapid stop in front of the Sheriff's Office and the
cop that had pulled us over came up to the side door and started
roughly pulling us out of the van. I looked around and saw a
dozen or so rough looking men sitting on porches facing the
narrow road and watching closely as we were pulled from the van
and lined up. A few of them stood up and got a better look, but
no one came over. And no one seemed surprised by what they were
seeing.

When we were all out of the van we were marched into the
Sheriff's Office and past another cop at a desk who watched with
great interest as we were led through. We were let into a side
room and the sheriff took my watch and my wife's watch and the
girl's jewelry off and put it all into a large envelope. Then he
ordered us through another door and into the back and pushed into
a large holding cell.

I was way past worried now and I tried again to find out why he
had brought us here, why he was arresting us. 

He grabbed me and spun me around and slammed me into the bars of
the cell and whispered loudly in my ear, "If I have to tell you
to shut up one more time....." 

He didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to. His angry voice,
his rough demeanor and his large, muscular frame told me all that
I needed to hear.

He held me against the bars for a moment longer and then he
walked out of the cell and slammed the door violently and stomped
out of the room.

I looked around and saw that we were in a surprisingly large room
with a dozen cells. Two of the cells were occupied, one by a
young couple and the other by a woman who appeared to be about
Kim's age. All three of them looked just as scared as we were.

Kim and my daughters were all crying quietly, all of them scared
and with good reason. Mike wasn't crying, but he was scared. I
was too. I couldn't imagine anyone in this country being treated
this way in the twenty-first century. Christ! We hadn't done
anything wrong!

At first we all stood around, waiting for someone to realize that
this was all just a big mistake I guess. But eventually everyone
else took seats on the four bunks that lined the walls of the
cell.

I still stood with my head against the bars, staring at the door
and waiting for someone to at least explain what was going on.
But after, god, I have no idea how long, I finally moved over and
sat down beside my wife. The crying had pretty much stopped, but
we were all scared.

I looked around again and this time I noticed that there were
also two guys that looked like they were from around here in one
of the cells. They were watching us and smiling. They were
sitting in one of the cells, but their cell door was open. 

The other couple, the young man and woman in a cell by
themselves, glanced at us from time to time, but they looked as
scared as we were, and just as confused. The lone woman was
sitting on her cot and crying quietly.

I tried to ask the young couple some questions, but whenever they
looked up and our eyes met they looked back down quickly. I tried
twice to ask them where we were and what was going on, but they
acted like I hadn't spoken and stared at the floor.

I heard a noise at the door after a while and I looked up. It was
the sheriff and one of the deputies. They strode purposefully
past our cell, ignoring us and stopped at the cell with the young
couple in it. As soon as they saw him they jumped to their feet
and moved to the center of their cell and held on to each other
tightly.

The sheriff stared at them for a moment and the two locals that
had been sitting in the open cell stood up and went over to
watch. 

The sheriff said, "I just came back to see if you two have
learned anything yet. You're both a little on the slow side, but
I thought I'd give you another chance."

He stared at them for a moment and then he asked, "Well, have you
learned anything yet?"

The young couple looked at each other and I could see that they
were both crying quietly now. I heard the young man say
something, but I couldn't hear it.

The sheriff said, "What the hell did you say? Quit whispering,
for god's sake. Make believe you got a set of balls and speak
up."

The man said, in a slightly louder voice, "Yes sir, we've learned
our lesson."

The sheriff sounded skeptical when he said, "We'll see about
that. Get her ready."

At first I was too shocked to react as I saw the young man begin
to undress his wife. Her top was nearly off before I came to my
senses and returned my attention to my own cell. I quietly forced
my kids to sit with their backs to whatever the hell it was that
was going on back there. Kim had already done so. Kim and my two
daughters were all crying quietly again. I couldn't blame them. I
was terrified now. Something evil was happening here.

I sat down with my back to the sheriff and whatever he was doing
a couple of cells behind us and tried not to think about it.

The room was quiet for a few minutes and I heard the sheriff say,
"Well, you seem to be learning. We'll see. Get her into
position."

I heard movement and then I heard the sounds of clothing rustling
again and then the loud slurping of what I assumed was a blowjob.
I glanced back in disbelief and saw the young woman pressed up
against the bars of the cell, naked now, and sucking the
sheriff's cock through the bars.

I turned my head back around instantly. And as I sat there in
shock I realized that those were not police Billy clubs that they
were carrying. Those looked like cattle prods! No wonder that
poor young man had undressed his wife for the amusement of those
four men and positioned her against the cell wall for the
sheriff.

After a few minutes I heard her gagging and choking and then
gasping for air. Then I heard the sheriff say, "She still can't
suck a cock worth a shit. But don't worry, she'll learn. Won't
you honey?"

Then he strode purposely back out of the room. I made no attempt
to attract his attention this time. I had no desire to subject my
family to any of this training of his.

The sheriff had gone, but the young woman's torment continued.
First the deputy and then the two apparent civilians each took a
turn, pressing up against the bars of the girl's cell and letting
her suck them off. There was an occasional crude comment, but for
the most part the only sound was the woman slurping and sucking
and then gagging and choking as they came in her mouth.

I glanced at Kim and my daughters and they were even more
distressed than I was. I caught Mike glancing back several times
and I wanted to yell at him, but I didn't want to attract
attention to us. Suddenly I was quite content to be ignored in
this cell. Kim and the twins were crying, but they seemed to be
trying desperately to remain quiet, to avoid attracting attention
to us. 

I wanted to say something to them, to try to reassure them. But I
couldn't. I was pretty sure that they were in danger of being
raped, and god knows what they would do with Mike and me. And I
knew that no matter what those awful men wanted to do, I was
helpless to stop them. 

When the three remaining men were finished they walked calmly up
the aisle to the door talking among themselves about how pretty
the girl was and how much she had to learn about sucking cocks.
The one on the far side was still fastening his pants as they
walked. When they passed our cell the one closest to us looked
in, looking at Kim and the twins with obvious anticipation. But
he didn't say a word. They just walked up the aisle and left the
room.

I heard the young couple crying in their cell, and the woman that
was alone in her cell was crying too. I glanced at her and she
looked frantic, and desperate, and hopeless. I tried not to look
at the young couple, but I couldn't help seeing them. They were
sitting on a cot now. She was still naked and he had his arms
around her, trying to comfort her. But he was still crying too.

We were all in agony now. Not just mental agony. We had been
handcuffed for hours and our wrists and our shoulders were
killing us. But we were not about to call out and demand to be
released. We were all cowed by the demonstration of power that we
had just witnessed.

Some amount of time passed. It is hard to say how long, every
minute seemed like an hour. But after some time had passed the
sheriff came back into the room with two deputies. He ignored us
again and walked over to the woman alone in her cell. He ordered
her to stand up and she whined piteously and struggled to her
feet.

When she was standing he said, "The judge is ready to see you
now." He unlocked her cell door and said, "Come on, out of there,
let's go." 

I was watching out of the corner of my eye and she almost
collapsed, but she was grabbed by a deputy and pulled along and
marched up and out of the room quickly. There was a deputy on
each side of her and she was almost being carried. As they moved
toward the door she was whimpering, "Oh please, I didn't do
anything. Oh god, please help me."

They were gone for what seemed like about an hour before they
came back in. The deputies were still dragging her and she was
crying hysterically now. But the most distressing thing was that
she was naked and there were signs that she had been slapped
pretty hard.

They took her back to her cell and tossed her in where she
collapsed in the middle of the floor and held her face in her
hands and cried pitifully. They locked the door and left the
room, ignoring us still.

After they had been gone I heard Morgan whisper to Kim, "Mom, I
have to go to the bathroom."

I had to go to, but I was damned if I was going to say anything
to anyone and remind them that we were here. But I guess Morgan
had to go worse than I did. She really sounded desperate. I just
didn't know what to do about it. There was a toilet in the cell.
But our hands were still cuffed behind us and besides, I couldn't
imagine any of us using the toilet in such a public place.

Kim just moaned. She had no idea what to say to Morgan.

I leaned over and whispered, "You see what we have to deal with
here. Can't you hold it?"

Morgan moaned and said, "Oh god dad, I have been. I think I am
going to wet myself if I don't go soon."

I thought about it for a minute and said, "You have two options.
You wet yourself, or either your mother or your sister is going
to have to help you pull down your shorts and your underwear and
you will have to use that toilet over there against the wall."

Morgan was quiet for a couple of minutes and then she said, "I
can't help it dad, I have to go bad. Make sure that pervert Mike
doesn't peek."

Then she stood up and I made Mike sit on the other side of me. I
didn't doubt for a minute that he would get an eyeful if he
could.

Kim stood up and struggled to pull down Morgan's shorts and
underwear and then Morgan shuffled over to the toilet. There was
no seat and she struggled with her balance because of the cuffs
but I could tell from the sound that she had indeed had to go
very badly. 

She was still going full stream when the outer door opened and
one of the deputies came back and stopped at our cell to watch.
He was leering at Morgan and I glanced over to see what he could
see. 

Her legs were spread abnormally far apart so that she could
balance herself and her pubic area was on full display. She
moaned in humiliation, but she couldn't stop. It went on for
another minute before it trickled to a stop and with tears
streaming down her cheeks she struggled back to her feet and Kim
worked as quickly as she could to pull Morgan's shorts back in
place.

When Morgan was more or less covered the deputy just turned
around and left the room without saying a word. I realized that
they must have cameras watching us. He had known that there was
something to see and he had rushed in to see it up close and
personal.

I think that, after listening to Morgan peeing, the rest of us
all had to go now. I certainly did. But I was not about to give
them the satisfaction of adding to my own humiliation if I could
avoid it. But I could see that Kim was looking antsy and so was
Mike. And as for Megan, if one of those girls ever did anything
the other one was right there doing it too. I knew she had to
go.

But we all sat there gritting our teeth and pressing our thighs
together and trying to not hear the two women in the other cells
crying piteously.

I decided that it was time to face reality and prepare Kim and
the twins for what I was sure was going to happen in the very
near future. I turned to them and as quietly as I could I said,
"Ladies, you all saw what happened to that young woman back
there. I don't know what is going on in this evil place, but I
don't think that it is unreasonable to assume that this is not a
legitimate Sheriff's Office and since we weren't breaking any
laws or read our rights, I suspect that we have no rights. I
think that at the very least, all three of you will probably be
raped." Judging by their response, or rather, their lack of
response, it was obvious that they had already come to that
conclusion.

I continued, "Did you see what they were carrying when they came
back her and raped that woman? Those were cattle prods. I know
this sounds awful, but for your own good, you need to do
everything they tell you when they get around to doing whatever
they are going to do to us. Those things are terrible and you
won't be able to resist them when they start using those on you.
I don't want you to get raped, but more than that I don't want
you to get hurt. And let's be honest here. Even if I had my hands
free, there is no way I could kick that sheriff's ass. I won't be
able to protect you. You can survive being raped and when we get
out of here you will get over it. The thing to concentrate on is
surviving this place and getting out of here. Do you understand
me?"

They nodded despondently. It broke my heart. Here I was telling
my wife and daughters to submit to rape. It didn't make me feel
like much of a man. But I honestly thought that it was the best
alternative. I had seen the look of horror in the eyes of that
other poor couple and they had been tormented before they gave
in. They would have a hard time surviving this with their minds
in tact if they didn't accept the reality of their situation and
submit to these madmen.

One of the deputies came in with a civilian pushing a metal cart.
They got to our cell and stopped and I realized that they were
going to feed us. They saw that we were still cuffed and the
deputy said to the civilian, "Wait here. Let me see what the
sheriff wants to do about them."

In a couple of minutes the deputy came back and he and the
civilian went to the other two occupied cells and fed them. In a
few minutes the sheriff came in and stopped at our cell. He
stared at us for a minute and then he asked, "If I take those
cuffs off are you people going to behave yourselves?"

I answered quietly and calmly, "Yes sheriff."

He reached for his keys and ordered me to back up to the bars and
he unlocked my cuffs. He did the same to Mike and then he opened
a pocket knife and cut the cuffs off Kim and the girls.

We all stood there rubbing our wrists and working our stiff
shoulders. The sheriff watched us for a minute and then said,
"You won't be seeing the judge until tomorrow. He had a hard day
today." The deputy chuckled at that and the sheriff gave him a
dirty look. Then he left.

The deputy stood back and the civilian started filling bowls with
some kind of watery soup and passing them through a slot in the
bars. He handed in five plastic spoons and then they left.

We hadn't eaten since breakfast, but we didn't have hearty
appetites. The watery soup was only just edible. I ate mine and
made sure that everyone else ate theirs too. I suspected that we
were going to need our strength.

We managed to eat our dinner and then I made everyone form a
semi-circle with our backs to the toilet, giving a small amount
of privacy to anyone using it. Then, one at a time we all took
our turns emptying our bladders.

After we had relieved ourselves we each moved to a cot. There
were only four cots for the five of us so the twins shared one.
They probably would have anyway. There were no windows in the
room and we had lost all track of time. But we were all too
scared to sleep. 

I heard the twins whispering back and forth and I worried about
what would happen to them. I didn't know for a fact, but I would
be really surprised if either of them was still a virgin. But we
watched them as close as parents can watch a pair of sixteen year
olds and if they weren't virgins, they certainly had not been
promiscuous.

They got quiet after a while and I think they were finally going
to sleep. Mike looked like he was sleeping. He had finally
relaxed anyway. It was quiet in the room. Both of the other women
had finally stopped crying.

Kim came over and sat on the edge of my cot and I scooted back
and pulled her down beside me. The cots were tiny, but they were
strong and though we didn't have much room it felt good to be
close and I held her tight and we took comfort in being close.

I had almost fallen asleep when the main door banged open and the
sheriff came in with two deputies and they were carrying those
cattle prods again. He strode down the aisle and as he passed us
he yelled, "Okay ladies, on your feet. It's time to go to work."

We heard their cells being unlocked and I watched the sheriff
grab the woman that had gone to see the judge today when he
nearly picked her up by her throat and asked, "Am I going to have
any trouble with you bitch?"

She choked out a, "No." But she looked like she was going to
collapse in tears at any moment.

He paused to stare threateningly at the young couple, but they
were obviously cowed and he led the three prisoners out, followed
by the deputies. We were left alone in the large room, but I was
sure that we were being watched.

We eventually drifted off to sleep. But we woke up some time
later when the door opened and the three prisoners were being
returned to their cells. We all sat up in our cots and were
shocked to see that all three of them were nude now, even the
young man. I thought to try to make the kids close their eyes, or
turn their heads, but what was the point. I was reasonably sure
that they would be exposed to much worse tomorrow.

All three of the returning prisoners seemed to have a dazed look
on their face. They were limping and grimacing with every step.
The sheriff wasn't there, just two deputies escorting them to
their cells. They didn't leave though. We heard the deputies
undressing and the sounds of sex from the cells as each of the
deputies had sex with one of the two women.

They finished with the women and dressed and left and as soon as
they left the room two more deputies came in and it started all
over again. The sounds were obscene and my wife and daughters
tried to cover their ears to block out the sounds. Mike, on the
other hand, seemed to be trying to watch, without anyone
noticing. It angered me at first. But then I reminded myself that
he was a fifteen year old boy, I probably would have tried to
watch too when I was his age.

It was quiet after the deputies left. I could hear the women
crying quietly in their cells and the sound of their anguish was
heartbreaking. But of course, I couldn't even protect my own
family now. There was no help I could offer them.

We finally went back to sleep but we woke up again when another
couple deputies came in and raped the two women in the back
cells. When they were done and had left the room another deputy
came back and raped one of them. I guess the night shift had come
on duty.

I got to sleep again, eventually and only woke up once, when one
of the twins flushed the toilet. Except for that I slept until
they came around with the food cart in the morning and handed out
bowls of what I think was oatmeal. It was only lukewarm and it
was awful. But we picked at it for a while. They also passed out
cups of strong, black coffee. It tasted terrible, and our kids
didn't drink coffee. But it was the only thing that they had
given us to drink since they had put us in the cells yesterday,
so we all sipped at it.

It was some time later before some deputies came in and took the
other three prisoners from their cells. They were all still naked
and understandably self conscious.

It was probably half an hour after that when the sheriff came in
and stood in front of our cell and ordered us to stand up. He
looked us over and asked, "You people are all going before the
judge in a few minutes, are you going to behave yourselves, or do
I need to cuff you?"

I promised him that we would behave and asked if we could get
some water to drink. He rolled his eyes as if it were some kind
of outrageous request and said that he would send a deputy back
with some in a few minutes.

Five minutes later a deputy came back and collected our bowls and
cups and handed us each a paper cup full of water. A toothbrush
would have been nice too, or better yet a bathroom with a shower
and a sink. But we were grateful for the water. 

We finished off the water and then everyone needed to go to the
bathroom again. We used our system of standing around with our
backs to the toilet and each of us took a turn in the
semi-privacy that provided. But we didn't even know where the
cameras were, so we didn't know how effective our efforts were. I
was thinking to myself that after today we would probably be a
lot less concerned with nudity and bodily functions. I had a real
bad feeling about what was going to happen to us here, especially
to the girls.

The sheriff came back in after we had all used the toilet and
opened the cell and ordered us to follow him. He led the way out
of the door and across the main room to a small room that was set
up as a court room. 

As we entered I saw three women already seated on benches facing
the large desk where the judge would sit. They had obviously been
here for a while. And they were obviously very naked.

We were ordered to sit on a long bench behind the three naked
women and a naked man. I saw Mike staring rudely at them, but he
was separated from me by Kim and the twins and there was nothing
that I could do about it. Then I reminded myself that it didn't
really matter anyway. I put my arm around Kim and we sat and
waited nervously for whatever was going to happen here today.

Finally a man came out of a side door and said, "All rise for The
Honorable Rick Cheney."

We stood up and a chubby, bald man in a long black robe entered.
He looked like he took himself awfully serious. He moved behind
the desk and said, "The court will come to order, be seated."

We all sat down and he looked at some papers on his desk for a
minute and then he looked up at us. His gaze seemed to linger on
the twins, but then he turned to the sheriff and nodded.

The sheriff came forward and said, "Your honor, prisoner Sandra
Day has been recommended for commutation. As you know, old man
Ford died a few days ago of cancer and she took real good care of
him, even when he couldn't get it up anymore. So in appreciation
his family recommended that she get her sentence commuted."

The judge looked at the papers on his desk for a minute and then
he looked up and said, "So ordered. Miss Day, your possessions
will be returned to you and you will be released today. You are
welcome to return at any time. Next."

The sheriff said, "Your honor, Daniel and Maureen Peters have
served three quarters of their sentence without too much trouble
and they are recommended for parole."

The judge said, "So ordered, your possessions will be returned to
you and you will be released today. Next."

The woman in front of me started sobbing quietly and the sheriff
said, "Your honor, Carol Stein has served seven days of a thirty
day sentence. Last night she refused an order."

The judge glared at the woman who had begun to cry and ordered
her to stand. When she was standing he asked, "Do you have
anything to say for yourself Miss Stein?"

She looked up at the judge and said, "Your honor, he ordered me
to fuck his dog!"

The judge continued to glare at her for a moment longer and then
he said, "Thirty more days for contempt. Next."

The woman screamed, "No! Oh god no, your honor please. He wanted
me to fuck his dog!"

The sheriff waived his hand and two deputies came in and took her
out as she cried hysterically.

Now it was just us and after listening to what happened to Carol
Stein I was even more worried than I had been before.

We had been seated on the second bench from the front. We were
ordered to stand and the sheriff brought us around to stand in
front of the first bench, about fifteen feet from the judge's
desk.

He looked us over as the sheriff said, "Your honor, Earl Snow,
Kim Snow, Morgan Snow, Megan Snow and Michael Snow are charged
with obstructing the highway, failing to stop for a blue light
and siren, resisting arrest and attempting to assault a police
officer in the performance of his duties."

When I heard all of that I felt my knees get weak. The judge just
glared at us and then looked at me and asked me how I pleaded. 

My throat was so dry that I could hardly speak. I croaked out,
"Your honor, it's all just a misunderstanding. I can explain." 

But when I tried to explain he interrupted. "I asked you how do
you plead Mr. Snow."

"Not guilty your honor," I managed to say.

He nodded and then he looked to the sheriff who told what
happened yesterday from his warped perspective. He didn't really
tell a lie, he just manipulated the truth a bit.

When he was done the judge turned to me and said, "Mr. Snow, is
that what happened?"

I tried to explain. I tried to tell him that I had not refused to
stop, I had only driven until I found a place to turn out and
park, and that I was on the road in error, we had taken a wrong
turn, and that I hadn't resisted arrest and what Michael was
doing when he rushed out to come to my aid could hardly
constitute and assault on a police officer. But I knew before I
opened my mouth that it was a waste of my breath. 

He let me talk, but he glared at me, as if I were insulting his
intelligence and I was just another lying criminal. He let me
finish and then he raised his gavel and said, "Guilty!"

He slammed his gavel down and then he said, "You are all
sentenced to thirty days of community service. You will be put to
work at the Trail's End Tavern in the evening, or elsewhere as
the sheriff sees fit. And during the day you will be assigned to
community service, again, as the sheriff sees fit, until your
sentence is served. Do you wish to appeal your sentence?"

It occurred to me that those three prisoners in the cells with us
must have been waiting around an extra day, getting raped by the
sheriff and deputies pending their appeal. It was all just an
evil game they were playing with us.

I shook my head and said, "No your honor," quietly. 

As my wife and daughters cried quietly beside me the judge said,
"It is time to pay the court costs." As he spoke I saw that the
sheriff was now armed with one of those cattle prods and a deputy
had moved over beside me with another one. It was starting
already.

The judge watched me as he said, "Sheriff, proceed."

The sheriff moved around behind us and said, "Ladies, I need you
to undress now please." 

Kim and the girls looked over at me and I turned to them and
said, "Remember what I told you."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Kim began to slowly
undress. She pulled her t-shirt off and dropped it on the bench
behind us. Then, as she leaned forward to remove her shorts she
said, "Come on girls, don't make things worse."

They were crying loudly now, but they finally started to obey.
They pulled their tank tops off and put them on the bench. 

Kim had pushed her shorts off and was now in her bra and panties.
For a thirty-seven year old mother of three, Kim had a remarkable
body. From the head down her body looked a lot like our two
sixteen year old daughters. Her breasts were slightly larger and
maybe not quite as firm as they had been twenty years ago, but
she looked great still and we were both proud of her figure.

The deputy beside me had finally come to realize that I was not
going to do anything stupid and he moved away from me to get a
better view of my wife and daughters as they undressed.

Kim reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and after taking
a deep breath she let it slide down her arms and dropped it
behind her. I heard her groan in embarrassment as she slit her
panties off and then stood up with her hands covering her breasts
and her pubic area. 

The judge and the sheriff and the deputy ignored Kim as they
watched my daughters finish undressing. I didn't want to look,
but I realized that, like everyone else around here, I was going
to be seeing a lot of my naked daughters in the next thirty days.
I glanced over and even though I had seen them in revealing
bikinis and assorted skimpy garments over the last few years I
was astounded at how lovely, how sexy they were. They looked all
grown up! I finally managed to swivel my eyeballs back around to
face the judge, embarrassed that I had even looked. But no one
had noticed, all eyes were on my wife and my daughters.

When my girls had finally dropped their panties on the bench
behind them and were standing in the same pose my wife had
adopted, the judge ordered the three of them to step closer, and
when they were right in front of his desk he ordered Mike and me
to undress. But he didn't watch us. He ordered my wife and the
twins to drop their arms and then he asked Megan, "I understand
that you and your sister are sixteen, are you a virgin?"

Megan was already as red as she could get, but she was obviously
embarrassed by the question. After a brief hesitation she
answered, "No your honor," with a quick glance at Kim.

He asked Morgan the same question, and got the same response.

Then he just stared at them, waiting for me and Mike to finish
undressing I think. I was embarrassed about being naked, but it
was even worse because the sight of those three beautiful, naked
bodies in front of us had given me a hard on. I know that sounds
awful, but as Kim was fond of saying, "I'm only a man!"

I glanced at Mike and saw that he had the same problem. We
finally had our clothes off and stood with our hands over our
genitals and the judge pushed his chair back and said, "Megan,
come over here."

Megan glanced at Kim, and then she slowly worked her way around
the judge's desk and stood in front of him. He ordered her to
turn around and after she had turned all the way around the judge
smiled at her and said, "Just as lovely as I knew you would be my
dear."

His hand reached up and he explored her breasts for a moment. As
he reached out for her I saw the deputy and the sheriff watching
me and Mike for any sign that we were going to do anything
foolish. When we didn't move they returned to watching the judge
molest my daughter.

The judge played with her nipples until they stood out like small
erasers and then he moved his hand down to her light little tuft
of blonde pubic hair. He ran his hands through it and then he
instructed Megan to spread her legs apart.

She sobbed quietly, but she obeyed. I watched as his hand moved
between her thighs and then slid up and moved through the tight
little crease of her vagina. She gasped and jumped when his hand
began to slide up and down her slit, but she didn't pull away. 

His right hand continued to move through that tight little
orifice, but his left hand reached up and began to unzip his
black robe. Somehow I was not in the least surprised to see that
he wore nothing underneath it. His cock stuck up, bouncing
against his big belly as he allowed his robe to fall open and he
asked Megan, "You ever suck a boy's cock?"

Megan hesitated, really not wanting to have to answer those kinds
of questions in front of her mother and me. But finally she
nodded.

He smiled and asked, "You any good at it?"

She shrugged her shoulders and then said, "Probably not sir, I
haven't done it much."

He smiled up at her and said, "Well little girl, why don't you
let me be the judge of that?" He spread his legs farther apart
and pulled her to her knees. She groaned in fear and
embarrassment, but she didn't fight him when he pulled her head
down and rubbed his cock over her lips. She kept her lips pressed
tightly together for a moment, and then she spread them slowly
and started sucking his nasty cock.

He sighed in pleasure as she moved her lips up and down his
shaft. His eyes were closed for a few moments. Then he opened
them and wiggled his finger at Morgan, beckoning her closer. 

Morgan moved around his desk, trying hard not to see what her
twin sister was doing. She came to a stop beside the judge and
stared up at the wall behind him. He ran his hands over her, just
like he had with Megan. But when his fingers slid down the tight
little crease between her thighs he grinned and held them up and
said, "Hmmm, what's this?"

His finger was moist and Morgan looked like she wanted to crawl
into a hole and die from embarrassment. The sheriff and the
deputy both chuckled and the sheriff said, "Looks like you got a
hot one there judge."

The judge pushed Megan away from his cock and put his legs
together. Then he pulled Morgan around so that she had her back
to him and pulled her down onto his lap. His hand moved over her
breasts and one finger slid over her slit for a few moments but
then he turned to Kim and ordered her to come closer. 

Kim was so mad she was shaking. But she knew we were helpless and
she knew better than to make matters worse. She moved over in
front of the judge and tried not to see what he was doing to
Morgan. But he smiled up at her and said, "Kim, I am going to
fuck your daughter now. I want you to reach down and put your
hand around my cock and guide it into her cunt."

Kim looked like she had just been punched in the stomach. But
after a brief hesitation she leaned down and wrapped her small
hand around his fat cock and when the judge raised Morgan up a
few inches she lined the cock up with her daughter's slit and
lodged the head of it inside as he slowly lowered her onto his
cock. 

When his cock was buried in her daughter's pussy she straightened
back up and stared at the wall behind the judge.

The judge held Morgan down on his cock for a minute, enjoying the
feel of her hot, moist, young pussy before he ordered her to
start fucking herself on his cock. 

Morgan leaned down and placed her hands on the judge's knees and
began sliding up and down on his cock as he had ordered. I tried
not to watch as her breasts began to bounce wildly in response to
her movements, but I couldn't help myself, and Mike wasn't even
trying.  Once she had attained a rhythm that he liked he ordered
Megan to stand on one side of him and Kim on the other and while
Morgan was fucking him he started sliding his fingers in and out
of their pussies. 

He opened his eyes from time to time to look at them, but most of
the time he was leaning back with his eyes closed and smiling
broadly. Once he opened his eyes and looked at the sheriff and
said, "You have earned yourself a raise sheriff."

After that it was quiet, except for the sounds of sex as the
judge raped one of my daughters and molested my wife and my other
daughter in front of my son and me and the other prisoners. 

He didn't last very long, I suppose. It just seemed like a long
time. Just before he came he pulled his fingers from the vaginas
of my wife and daughter and grabbed them both on the ass and
squeezed hard as he filled Morgan with cum. He took his hands
from Kim and Megan and grabbed Morgan's hips and held her in
place for a moment, then he lifted her free and gently pushed her
away.

He smiled up at her and said, "Excellent young lady, you are a
fantastic fuck. We will have to do that again soon."

Then he turned to Kim and pulled her around in front of him and
said, "Your daughter is a great fuck Kim, but she really made a
mess. I need you to get down here and clean this up for me."

I couldn't believe it. And he sounded so fucking reasonable when
he said it! He ordered her to do it in a calm level voice, like
he was asking her to do some everyday task that was just one of
her chores.

Kim blanched and almost refused. I could see her mind working. So
could the sheriff. He quietly moved a step closer with that
cattle prod at the ready. But Kim finally dropped to her knees
and leaned forward and began to perform that onerous task, to the
amusement of the judge and his cronies.

I heard more noise behind us and I glanced back to see that
several more deputies had entered the room at some point during
our trial, for lack of a better word, and were watching the sex
show with obvious pleasure.

The judge finally pushed Kim away and said to her, "We will have
to try this again later Kim, just the two of us. You are very
good at that."

Then he stood up and held his robe closed as he left the room.
Once the door had closed behind the judge the sheriff directed
two of his deputies to escort the three prisoners being released
from the room and to return their clothing. When they were
dressed he was to take them to what he called the release point.


Once they had been led away another deputy gathered up our
clothing and we were led naked back through the offices and
returned to our cell. This time though, Mike and I were placed in
an adjoining cell and Kim and the girls were put back in our old
cell.

As soon as they were in the cell the sheriff pulled his pants
down and bent Megan over a cot and raped her from behind while
several of his deputies watched. Once he was done using her he
forced Kim to clean him just like she had done for the judge. 

As soon as he left the cell his deputies came in three at a time
and fucked Kim and the twins. They came in in three groups of
three and one final group of two. Then we were left alone for
several minutes and the girls took turns using the toilet and
cleaning up as well as they could.

I was struck by the size of the police force in this tiny little
town. There were at least sixteen officers that I had seen on the
day shift this morning, and there had been at least seven more on
the two night shifts. Did it take that many cops to herd a few
naked victims around so that they could be raped?

And I couldn't help wondering why Mike and I were naked. Was that
just to humiliate us, or was there something disgusting in store
for us as well? But for now we were just witnesses to the rapes
of Kim and Morgan and Megan. 

Now that the cops had stopped trouping through and raping my wife
and daughters I moved to the cot that was against the cell wall
that they were now sitting quietly in. I reached through the bars
and took hold of Kim's hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

She turned around and smiled wryly and said, "I guess, so far
anyway."

Then she turned to the girls and asked, "How about it girls, you
holding up alright?"

The girls looked at each other and shrugged and Megan said, "I
guess, so far anyway."

There wasn't much to be said after that. We just sat quietly and
waited for the next indignity. It wasn't long in coming. Two of
the deputies came back and unlocked our cells and with one in
front and one in back we were led out into the street. The
sidewalks were again lined with local men who watched quietly as
we were led naked down the street to one of the houses on the
edge of the small village. It was eerie the way they just sat
there staring at us as we passed by. There were no rude comments,
no taunts, just intense stares.

We filed into the old house and were led to a small bedroom
upstairs. Once we had all crowded in we were told to take showers
two at a time and we were given soap and shampoo and toothbrushes
and toothpaste. We were also given razors and shaving cream and
Kim was told to shave off her pubic hair. Then we were left
alone.

Kim and I went first and while the water was warming up I hugged
her and told her how sorry I was that I couldn't protect her and
the girls. She held me close and said, "It isn't your fault. It's
like we stepped into a Stephen King novel. There is nothing you
can do without making things worse. We realize that."

We took a quick shower and I helped her remove her pubic hair.
Then we brushed our teeth and combed our hair and went out and
sent the girls in. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for Mike
or want to spank him. His dick was still hard. I suppose that was
normal for a fifteen year old boy surrounded by sex and nudity. I
was impressed with the proportions of his manhood though. His
dick looked as long as mine, and appeared to be even bigger
around. Kim seemed impressed too.

The twins spent an unusually short amount of time in the bathroom
and came out looking refreshed. Mike went in to take his shower
and Kim and I each hugged one of the girls and tried to comfort
them. It felt strange to feel my daughter's naked breasts
pressing against me and I had to really fight to keep from
getting another erection. Finally I knew that I would lose the
fight if I held on any longer. I'm sorry, but I have two of the
sexiest sixteen year old girls for daughters, and I am still
"just a man."

When I let Morgan go finally she glanced down at my dick, and
then she blushed. I kissed her forehead and said, "A lot of bad
things are going to happen before we get out of here, we are
going to have to deal with it. It is just as difficult for me to
see you and your sister with no clothes on, and watch you being
raped, as it is for you. Well, nearly as difficult. We are going
to have to be a little tolerant until this is over. If you see
Mike or me with and erection you are going to have to understand
that it is a purely physical reaction and there is nothing we can
do about it. It is in our DNA."

Morgan nodded and said, "We know daddy. We know you can't help
it. And we would expect nothing more from our perverted little
brother. He is always trying to peek at us anyway. And we are
well aware of what mom always says. You are only men."

Megan said, "Don't worry, we have already figured out this is
going to be a month of hell. We are going to be raped over and
over and we are going to be humiliated. We know that there is
nothing you can do about it. We just want to survive this and put
it behind us. But don't you ever try to get us in a motorhome
ever again!"

I promised, but that wouldn't be a problem. If we survived this
that motorhome was gone.

Mike finally came out and we all sat on the small bed and waited
for someone to tell us what to do next.

It wasn't long before a woman came to the room and ordered Kim
and me to follow her. We followed her downstairs and across the
street to the small general store. She put us to work cleaning
and stocking shelves. Every now and then a man or several men
would come in and check out Kim, but they didn't interfere with
what she was doing. They just looked her over, watched her as she
leaned over or squatted, and she tried very hard to ignore them.


Sometimes the men bought something, most of the time they just
came in, looked Kim over and left.

Once a woman came in with a young girl and did a little actual
shopping. The entire time the woman shopped her nine or ten year
old daughter watched me stocking shelves and dusting. The mother
paid for her purchases and came over and took her daughter's hand
and they left as if a naked man and a naked woman working in the
store were the most normal things in the world. 

I was working by the front of the store when I saw a man go by
with the twins. They were walking down the sidewalk on the other
side of the street. He took them to the diner and I guess they
were put to work in there. 

I found out later that they had been turned into waitresses and
the diner did a brisk business that day. Unlike Kim though, the
girls were subjected to a lot of touching while they were taking
orders and serving lunches. They too were surprised at the way
parents brought in younger kids and acted like it was perfectly
normal. More than one young boy explored their bodies that day,
just like the adult men were doing. And their parents acted like
they didn't just condone it, they approved of it.

I found out later that Mike spent the day in the bar, which
hadn't opened for the day yet. He was cleaning up, sweeping and
mopping and stocking the bar with snacks. The cooler had been
restocked with beer the night before.

He wasn't working alone though. There were two women working with
him. Both of them were attractive women in their early twenties.
One was single, the other married. The married woman apparently
caught the eye of the man that ran the bar, because he bent her
over a table twice that afternoon and raped her. She just let him
use her. Then she would wipe herself off with a napkin and go
back to work. She was obviously embarrassed, but I guess it was
the way things happened in this town.

Kim and I thought that, except for the naked part, this wasn't so
bad. But a little before four in the afternoon the woman that was
running the store left and a man took her place. He called Kim
over to him and bent her right over the counter and fucked her
right there in the store. Then, a few minutes later, he came over
to Kim and sent her into the back. When she came back out a half
hour later she had been fucked twice, bent over a table in the
back room.

She came back out when the two men that had used her let her up.
I saw that she had been raped again, but we didn't say anything.
There wasn't any point.

It happened again about an hour later. Then the store was closing
up and after the man locked up he took us back up to the room we
had been taken to in the house and told us to get cleaned up. 

We took a quick shower and dried off and we were sitting on the
bed holding hands when the twins came in. Although they had not
had to submit to any of the customers this afternoon, they had
been fucked by the male staff of the diner before they were
brought back to the house. 

Megan was upset because she had been forced to suck off one of
the guys and it was the first time a guy had cum in her mouth.
When she choked on it he had slapped her. Then he had told her
not to worry, she would get lots of practice. He had promised her
that by the time she left town she would be sucking cock like a
pro.

The girls took a shower and while they were in the bathroom Kim
leaned into my shoulder and said, "Oh god, knowing I have to put
up with this is one thing. But those are my babies!"

I held her and kissed the top of her head. There was nothing else
that I could do.

The girls came back out looking much better and we all sat on the
bed together. I couldn't get over how mature they looked. 

We didn't know what was coming next, but we knew we were not
through for the day. I suggested that they lie down and try to
get a little rest, but we were all two keyed up for that.

It turned out that we didn't have much time anyway. A few minutes
later a man came and led us down to what appeared to be a mess
hall. There were a lot of long tables and benches and I started
wondering how many of us there were. 

We were given paper plates with something that was supposed to be
food and told that we had ten minutes to eat. We were already
late for work. Then he stood and watched us impatiently while we
ate.

We gobbled our food down and after disposing of the plates the
man, who turned out to be the manager of the town's bar, led us
all down the street to the bar. It was open now and men were
starting to fill up the tables. The manager stopped just inside
the door and pointed to a small stage where a woman was dancing
suggestively. 

He spoke to Kim and the twins and said, "There will be a dozen
women working with you in here tonight. You will each take turns
up there on stage. You don't have to smile when you dance, but
you damned sure better look hot. If you get up there and dance
around like a dead fish and I start getting complaints, there are
other kinds of shows that you can put on."

 "When you aren't dancing," he continued, "you work the tables.
You serve drinks and if someone grabs your ass or anything else
you let him. If they want a fuck or a blowjob you don't crawl
under the table. You bring them to that woman over in the corner
by that door and she will find out what they want to do to you
and take their money and you take them to a room in the back. I
don't want any complaints about what happens back there either.
Are there any questions?"

They shook their heads and he pointed to Megan and said, "That
girl on stage is almost done with her set. When she gets down you
get up and dance until I send someone else over to take your
place."

Megan started making her way through the tables and as she did
hands reached out and grabbed her ass at every table she passed.
He ordered me to go behind the bar where I would be working until
closing time. I felt just about as uncomfortable about being
naked in here as the girls did. But I made my way to the bar and
a naked woman showed me where everything was. I spotted Mike
coming out of the back with a bucket and a mop which he stuck in
a closet and then he joined us behind the bar.

The girl showed him around just like she had me, and then she
went out and started waiting on tables just like all the other
women. I saw the manager taking Morgan into the back and I had a
moment to see how Mike's day had gone. He looked exhausted. 

He told me that he had swept and mopped and washed off the tables
all afternoon. He also grinned and said that the girl he had been
working with, the single one, and he pointed her out, had felt
sorry for him walking around with a hardon all the time and when
they were alone she had sucked him off. I had the impression that
he had been the only virgin in the family up until this
afternoon. But his getting a blowjob was the least of my
worries.

We got busy filling orders for the waitresses. The bar was
filling up fast. I was really surprised. I wouldn't have thought
that there were this many men within a hundred miles of here. But
then I wondered if this place wasn't a well known secret to those
who might want to enjoy what was offered here. Men could be
coming from all over for a night of debauchery, a little
localized sex tourism.

In between filling orders I watched my daughter dancing on the
small stage. She was just doing a regular dance, but with her
body, and in the nude, it was pretty erotic. I tried not to
watch, but it was very exciting. The crowd was certainly pleased.
I was afraid that she and her sister would both be spending a lot
of time in the back tonight.

I was right, the girls and Kim too. The three of them were very
popular and spent almost as much time in the back with the
customers as they did in the front serving drinks and getting
groped.

While Megan was still dancing the manager came over and ordered
me to go clean up room three in the back and change the sheets.

I made my way to the back with a lot less trouble than the girls
had and went through the cloth over the doorway and looked around
for room three. I saw a pile of sheets and I grabbed one and
walked past rooms one and two. In room two I saw Morgan on her
knees sucking off a guy that looked to be in his sixties. I came
to a stop reflexively and found myself staring at my daughter
giving head to a dirty old man as enthusiastically as she could.
The old man saw me and smiled at me and said, "She ain't half bad
for a beginner. But she'll get better. They all do."

I finally came to my senses and moved to room three and went to
work, quickly straightening up and changing the sheets. I found a
hamper for the sex stained sheet and tossed it in and was just
about to return to the bar when a large, rough looking man came
into the back with Kim in tow. He glanced at me and then he
pulled Kim close and held her against his body and kissed her
passionately. She gave me a guilty look, but she returned his
kiss and I watched as he pushed her into room one and undressed
quickly.

I was still standing there when Morgan came out of the small
cubicle wiping her mouth. She had tears in her eyes, but it was
obvious from the look on the old man's face that he was entirely
satisfied.

He went back out into the bar and Morgan avoided my gaze and
tried to push by me and get to the sink so she could wash up and
rinse out her mouth. But I pulled her close and said, "Don't be
embarrassed sweetheart, it isn't your fault. We'll get through
this."

She glanced up at me then and tried to smile. She nodded and then
I let her go. I checked on the room she had been using but there
seemed to be no need to change the sheets and nothing to clean up
but a couple of tissues. I disposed of them and then I went back
out to the bar.

The manager sent me back in to clean up the room Morgan had been
using but I told him that I had already done it and he sent me
back behind the bar. Morgan came out from the back and was sent
to replace Megan on stage.

As the beer flowed the crowd started gradually getting louder and
rowdier. A lot of them gathered around the stage and whenever a
dancer got close to them she was groped roughly. The girls
circulating through the bar taking drink orders had it even
worse. Every time I spotted my wife or one of my daughters they
were standing between two men at a table with a hand on their ass
and a couple of fingers being forced into their tight little
vaginas. From time to time they were pulled down and forced to
kiss one of the drunken old men they were serving and even pulled
into their laps and made to feed their young breasts into the
customer's mouths.

The idea that they would have to survive a month of this abuse
was devastating to me. I could only imagine how horrible it must
be for them.

Mike and I were the only two male prisoners in the bar and we
were made to alternate the cleanup chores in the backroom. By the
time the bar finally closed we were all exhausted. I glanced at
the clock on the wall when the manager finally started getting
people out. It was two in the morning. The bar was only half full
by the time he yelled out that it was closing time. It took him
half an hour to get everyone out and then we had to clean off the
tables and put the chairs up and restock the cooler for tomorrow.
It was three in the morning by the time we were allowed to sit
and rest for a moment. 

There were a dozen naked women besides Kim and the twins. I
noticed for the first time that there was another mother-daughter
working here. The daughter looked younger than my twins.

The manager sat with us and asked us, my family, how we liked our
first night. We all just looked at him, certain that he had been
asking rhetorically. But he seemed to be waiting for an answer
and I finally said, "It was awful."

He grinned and said, "Well, it ain't over yet." He looked over at
the twins and said, "I can't tell you cunts apart. Which one of
you did I fuck before?"

Morgan raised her hand.

He stood up and started taking his pants down and called Megan
over and bent her over the table that everyone was sitting around
and fucked her right there. He seemed to be going out of his way
to make it as humiliating for her as he possibly could. But she
had already been fucked so many times this night that she just
closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. 

After he fucked her he pushed her to her knees and made her suck
his cock clean. I guess she had not been forced to do that very
often. She gagged and really struggled to keep from getting sick.
He smiled, or rather he leered down at her as he watched her
struggle to obey his sick request, then he pushed her away and
put his pants back up and sat down.

But he wasn't through tormenting us for the night. He ordered Kim
to get up and come around and get on her knees. She expected to
be humiliated, but she was not prepared for the sick order she
received. She was ordered to move over to the chair beside him,
where Mike was sitting, and suck off her son.

She gasped, and it looked like she was going to refuse. But then
she took a deep breath and moved over between my son's legs and
took his already erect cock into her mouth. She had tears running
down her cheeks as she sucked him, but she didn't hold back. She
sucked him just like she would suck me when I was lucky enough to
get one of her good blowjobs. 

Mike looked like he was as upset as Kim was, but he was only
human. I believe that he had gotten his first blowjob earlier
today from one of the other female prisoners. Since then he had
been surrounded by women being molested and dancing suggestively.
I couldn't blame him when, after only a few minutes he came in
Kim's mouth. She swallowed and then she kissed the head of his
cock and smiled up at him. She still had tears in her eyes, but
she managed to smile and she said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Mike was obviously embarrassed, but he said, "No mom, that was
pretty damned hot."

Then she looked over at the manager and he told her to go sit
down. When Kim was seated he called Morgan over and I was afraid
of what was about to happen. I was right. He ordered Morgan to
bend over the table and then he ordered me to fuck her. 

It was embarrassing enough that I had an erection from watching
my wife suck my son off. I glanced at the manager and saw how
much pleasure he was taking from my discomfort. I moved behind my
daughter and moved my hands over her back and said, "I'm sorry
baby."

Morgan said, "I know daddy. It's okay. Don't worry. I'd rather do
it with you than all those dirty old men that were in here
tonight."

The manager chuckled, but then he said, "Shut the hell up and
fuck her, or I'll go find a bunch of other guys that will."

I moved a little closer and bent at the knee to line my cock up
with my daughter's moist slit. Then I slowly pushed it in. I
can't deny it. It felt wonderful. I don't know how many men had
been in here already tonight, but this was the hottest, tightest
pussy I had fucked since before Kim gave birth sixteen years ago.


Don't get me wrong, it's not that Kim wasn't still a great fuck.
But Morgan was a beautiful, sexy sixteen year old with very
limited sexual experience and the only reason that I did not cum
almost immediately was that I was doing this in front of so many
people and I felt very guilty about it. I didn't want to do this,
but if I had to, I saw no reason that it shouldn't be pleasant
for her and I tried very hard to please her before I reached
orgasm. It didn't occur to me until I had been fucking her for a
while that she would probably rather not achieve orgasm while
being fucked by her father. I stopped holding back then and came
quickly. 

I pulled out of her and tried to return to my seat, but the
manager stopped me and ordered Morgan to clean me. She went to
her knees at my feet and I looked over at the bar, unable to look
at anyone while my daughter took my cock into her mouth and
sucked it clean for the amusement of the dirty old man that was
moving us around like his own personal sex toys.

We were finally allowed to return to our seats and everyone sat
around quietly until the deputies on the night shift came and got
us and led us to a different house than the one that we had
showered in earlier. They escorted us inside and we were assigned
to rooms randomly. 

I had expected, or maybe I should say that I had hoped to be able
to sleep with my wife, but was instead assigned to the room with
the mother of the young girl. After we had all been assigned to
rooms I heard the deputies go into some of the rooms and use the
women in them before they left.

The woman I was sharing a room with introduced herself. "Since we
are going to be sleeping together I suppose we should at least
know each other's names. I'm Diane."

I smiled at her and said, "Hi, my name is Earl."

We climbed into the small bed, it was only a full size bed, and
pulled the sheet over us. There was no blanket. It was kind of
cool, we were pretty high up in the mountains, and the logical
thing to do seemed to be to cuddle up and share body heat. I
offered to turn around, to prevent any embarrassment, but she
said, "Earl, my daughter and I have been here for almost two
weeks now. I doubt if you could embarrass me at this point."

I moved closer and pulled her attractive body close and said,
"Listen, I can't promise that, well, that something won't come up
between us tonight. I apologize in advance."

She chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it. It's kind of nice
sleeping with a man for a change. Most of the people that I have
been cuddling up to for warmth lately have been female, and I
just can't get comfortable with a naked woman. Something in the
back of my mind just keeps telling me how bad that is. It must be
my Catholic upbringing."

Sure enough, before very long I felt my cock getting hard and I
tried moving back a little to avoid touching her with it. But she
sat up in bed and turned around and pulled the sheet off of me
and said, "Listen, let me take care of that for you. I really
don't mind." Before I could respond she had moved down and taken
my cock into her talented mouth and brought me to orgasm very
quickly.

When she was done and we had gone back to cuddling I thanked her
and apologized again. 

She said, "Two weeks ago I couldn't have done that. I never did
that for my husband. Well, I would kiss his cock and suck it a
little, but I would never let him cum in my mouth. Now it doesn't
even matter."

I asked her how old her daughter was and she sighed. She said,
"That is the worst part of this whole thing. She just turned
fifteen. She was a virgin when we were brought here and this has
been very hard on her. But she seems like she is going to make
it. In fact, a couple of times she was the one that kept me
going."

I told her that I knew how she felt, since I had two sixteen year
olds here. Then I wondered out loud why this place had been kept
open for so long. This had obviously been going on for a while.
If they were really letting people go when their time was up, as
they said, why was no one coming in here with swat teams and
taking all of these rapists and kidnappers away?

Diane said, "I wondered about that too. I have to believe that we
will get out of here, that they will let us go when they said
they would. I suppose that one reason is that none of us really
knows where we are. And I doubt if most women who leave here are
anxious to tell anyone what they went through. Being gang raped
and forced to work as a prostitute, and sometimes much worse,
these are things that most women can't tell anyone about."

"I have another theory too," she added. "We have been to several
parties in the sheriff's house outside of town. Well, not so much
parties as orgies. The men that showed up to take advantage of
the shows we were forced to put on and then fuck the women, and
girls, were not like most of the men that come into that bar on
the average night. I suspect that some of them are either
politicians with pull, or people higher up in the police
hierarchy, or both."

I thought about that and realized that it made a lot of sense.
Any complaints that might be lodged could be sidetracked and
eventually just disappear. And of course there is the kangaroo
court that we were all forced to sit through. They could just say
that we had been legally arrested and tried and convicted and
punished."

We were quiet for a while. We were both exhausted, but too wound
up to go right to sleep. I realized that Diane was still awake
too and I asked, "Did you get pulled over on the highway too?"

She answered, "Yes, we must have take a wrong turn, which I have
learned is pretty much true of everyone I have talked to so far.
I am beginning to suspect that these roads are poorly marked for
a reason. I was looking for a place to turn around when a cop
came up behind me and turned on his blue lights. It was a mile
before I could pull over and he trumped up all kinds of charges
against me."

I said, "Yes, same with us. The sheriff manipulated the truth so
that there was just a kernel of fact in each trumped up charge.
Then they took us into that jail. The first thing we saw was two
other women being raped, several times. It was very disturbing.
We had spent hours in handcuffs and that sheriff is a scary guy.
By the time they led us into that courtroom this morning we were
cowed."

"That sounds familiar," she said.

It got quiet again and finally we drifted off to sleep. It must
have been after four in the morning by the time we got to sleep.
They let us sleep late. They had our watches and there weren't
many clocks around, but from looking out the window when they
woke us up I could see that it was midmorning. 

We were ordered out of our rooms and herded down a hall to a
large barracks style bathroom. I saw Kim coming out of her room
and she was followed by a woman I hadn't seen before. In the next
room Megan came out, followed by Mike. I can imagine that she was
unhappy about having to sleep with her brother in the nude. 

We walked into the bathroom and I saw that besides Mike and me
there was one other man present. He was younger, in his early
twenties. But he wasn't the young man that had been in the cell
near us that first night and been forced to prepare his wife for
the sheriff and his deputies and then watch as she sucked them
off through the bars. 

There were sixteen of us altogether. And there were four toilets.
Everyone needed to use the toilets pretty badly, and those among
us with shy bladders were making things just that much harder. I
was one of the last to use the toilet, and Diane was seated right
beside me. Our knees were almost touching. We smiled at each
other and tried to act like this was normal. I suppose she had
been here long enough that it was easier to cope. 

I was wrong though. As we left that part of the room and headed
for the showers she said, "It never gets any easier."

We entered the shower room and there were enough showers for
everyone. It was strange, taking a shower between two women I
didn't know, but I tried to concentrate on cleaning myself up and
imagined that I was in my own shower at home. I was able to get
through it without another embarrassing erection and I stepped
out of the shower and picked up a threadbare towel from a stack
of them just outside the shower room door.

I had another moment of discomfort when we filed into the area
with the sinks and I discovered that each sink came with its own
used, communal toothbrush. I looked around and everyone was just
picking them up and brushing their teeth. I didn't see any
alternative. So I joined them. At least they provided
toothpaste.

When we were all finished I watched to see what everyone else was
doing and we filed downstairs and into the street outside. The
people from the ground floor were coming out too. I was shocked
at how many prisoners there were. There were two more men that
had been on the ground floor, including the one from our first
night in the cells. I counted a total of thirty-eight people. How
could these people get away with this?!

As we were milling around outside waiting for someone to tell us
what to do I managed to gather my family together. Diane came
over and I introduced her to them and she introduced us to her
daughter, Kelly.

But after the introductions there wasn't much left to say. I
noticed that Mike and Megan seemed uncomfortable, and I wondered
if anything had happened between them last night. It wasn't as
unthinkable as it might have been two days ago. And besides, the
odds were pretty high that before we left here he would be forced
to have sex with both of his sisters just to amuse some fucking
pervert.

I had my arm around Kim and I reached out with my other arm and
pulled Megan closer. I leaned close to her ear and said, "Relax
kid, we just have to get through it. You do what you have to do,
and anything else, well, don't worry about it. We just need to
get through it."

She smiled at me sheepishly and said, "That's easy for you to
say, you didn't fuck your brother last night."

I couldn't help myself. I laughed out loud at that. Then I pulled
her close and said, "No, but I fucked one of my daughters, and it
was pretty amazing." Then I kissed her on the top of her head and
just held her close while we waited.

Some of the locals finally came and started leading us away
again. There weren't any assignments. They just pointed out the
people that they wanted and led them away. 

The man from the diner was one of the early arrivals and he took
the twins again, and Diane and Kelly and two other girls.

I was selected along with the young guy from the cells and a half
a dozen young women. We were led off and put into the back of a
truck and driven away. It was a short ride to a building about a
half a mile outside of town. It wasn't much more than an
oversized garage. Inside was a canning operation and we were put
to work canning food and labeling the jars. We were each given a
specific task and told what to do and the three men in charge
then took turns picking out one of the women and leading her
outside. 

They all came back a little the worse for wear and looking a
little embarrassed, the women that is. The men looked pretty
proud of themselves. 

The work wasn't hard, but it was hot in that building and we
worked up a good sweat. Every hour they would take a couple of us
outside and hose us off with cool water. And usually they would
have sex with one of the women again. 

You could kind of tell how long the women had been here by how
uncomfortable it made them to submit like that. The ones that had
it the worst were the ones that had to suck these guys off. They
were just as hot and sweaty as we were, but they didn't appear to
bathe regularly. And all three of them were wearing coveralls
that looked like they had a weeks worth of dirt on them.

When lunch time arrived we were herded outside and under a nearby
tree. A couple of local women came out of a nearby house with a
tray of sandwiches for the locals. We were allowed to eat some of
the fruits and vegetable that we were canning. I had not eaten
breakfast, none of us had. But I wasn't hungry and just sat in
the shade and rested. 

After the women gave the men their lunches they came over and
checked out the help. One of them stopped in front of me and
reached down with the toe of her boot and nudged my soft cock and
said, "Hey Mary, check this one out. He ain't half bad." 

The woman was in her late forties and skinny and dried up, Mary
was a little younger, but decidedly unattractive.

The men looked up and chuckled when she pointed out my manhood to
her friend and one of them said, "You want to take him for a ride
Joline, you go right ahead. Hell, he might just sweeten you up a
little."

I was very relieved when Joline responded, "Hell Homer, you know
you don't want to spoil me. If I start messing around with these
smooth, sweet smelling flatlanders I might not want to mess with
you no more."

The locals finished their lunch and moved us back inside and put
us back to work. It was getting late when they finally put us
back in the truck and took us back into town. We got out at the
same place that they had picked us up this morning and a deputy
was waiting for us by the door. He sent us inside and ordered us
to get cleaned up. He told us we were late and to hurry up. 

I rushed upstairs and showered and brushed my teeth again and
then went downstairs. The other man was out there already and a
few minutes later the three women came out. We were rushed to the
mess hall and when I got inside I saw the rest of my family at a
long table and I waived at them. But I was pushed along to the
food line and I took a tray and went down the line and it was
filled with some unidentifiable food and I got a glass of ice
water and then I was moved to a section of empty seats with the
four people I had worked with today.

We ate in silence, hurrying to catch up. I don't know what the
rush was, but they wanted us to finish. I was hungry, very
hungry, so I tried not to pay any attention to the taste of the
food, I just wolfed it down and then took my tray up and went
outside with the rest of the prisoners.

It was easy to see how the sheriff picked his victims. Almost
everyone was an attractive young woman. What few men got caught
up in his traps were just incidental. This was partly about a
cheap source of labor for his town, but mostly about a source of
sex slaves for the town whorehouse. And of course keeping the
locals sexually satisfied as well.

I looked at the gathering and remembered that less than half of
us had been employed in the bar last night. I wondered if the
others were given a night of rest. It wouldn't be quite so bad if
we got to alternate. 

A couple of deputies came over with the bar manager and started
culling out a bunch of us. I was disappointed to find that there
was no alternating at the bar. The manager seemed to pick out the
girls that appealed to him. My whole family was selected again,
so was Diane, but this time her daughter was selected too. When
the deputy had counted out fifteen women and girls he led us off
to the bar and we went right to work. 

The manager stopped us at the door and sent Mike and I back
behind the bar again. His face lit up when he went down the line
of women and came to young Kelly. I guess he was really into that
young stuff. He bent her over a table right then and there and
pulled out his cock and fucked her before he started telling
everyone what to do. It was obvious that he had enjoyed Kelly
before, and he also recognized that Diane was her mother, because
he forced her to clean him off after he fucked her. Then he sent
Kelly into the back to clean up and assigned the first round of
dancers.

We got the place ready to open and it started filling up fast.
The manager told Mike and me that he didn't want to have to keep
sending us back to clean up the back rooms tonight. He said that
we knew what was required now and he wanted us to keep up with
it. All that would be required would be to watch for some poor
woman to come out of the back and then we would take turns going
back and cleaning up the cubicle she was just been raped in.

The parade to the back rooms started almost immediately, with the
twins being among the first to go. Mike and I managed to spend
more time watching the door in back and less time watching those
poor women being humiliated and abused around the large bar room
and there were no complaints from anyone about the condition of
the rooms in the back.

We were kept very busy again and the night passed quickly. I
don't know how those poor women managed. Mike and I were both
exhausted when the manager started putting the stragglers out at
two in the morning again.

The manager wasn't that tired though. Not so tired that he
couldn't play his little games again after we had cleaned up and
restocked the cooler.

This time he fucked Morgan, and then he made Megan lick him
clean. After he had his pants back on he sat down and ordered Kim
to get up and come around and this time he bent her over the
table where most of us were sitting and made Mike fuck her from
behind. I suppose he was picking on us because we were the newest
family here and he enjoyed making us do these horrible things.

I thought that I would be getting off this time, but he had time
for one more dreadful pairing and he called Kelly over and he
stood up and picked her up put her in her mother's lap. Then he
ordered me to fuck her.

I was going to fuck a fifteen year old kid on her mother's lap
for the entertainment of this retarded hillbilly. I looked
guiltily at Diane. I really didn't want to do this. She knew I
had no choice. None of us had a choice about anything around
here. She shrugged and smiled at me and mouthed, "It's okay Earl,
we understand."

That didn't make it any easier. I stood before them, but I
couldn't figure out how to fuck her daughter in this position.
She was too low for me to take while standing, and too high if I
went to my knees. I looked over at the manager and he realized
the problem and stood up and repositioned Kelly so that she was
standing in front of her mother and bent down with her face in
her mother's face and her arms around her neck.

I reached between her legs and her pussy was still moist from all
of the abuse it had already received this evening. I lined my
cock up and fucked her as quickly, but as gently as I could.
After I came I bent over her and whispered, "I'm sorry Kelly," in
her ear. 

She sighed and whispered back, "I know, it's okay. I'm used to
it."

That didn't make me feel better about what I had done.

The deputies finally came and got us again and I tried to stay
with Kim this time. But when we got to our rooms we were
separated again. I began to suspect that it was intentional. 

Tonight I found myself in a room with the woman who had been
alone in a cell that first night. 

She didn't look happy about sharing a bed with me. She looked
like she was about to freak out. I tried to smile reassuringly
and I said, "Please, don't worry. I am not going to rape you. We
need to sleep together for the body heat, but except for that I
promise not to touch you."

She shuddered and relaxed after a minute. She took a deep breath
and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I just....I just don't know how
much more of this I can take. I have always been pretty
conservative. You would probably say uptight. I just don't think
that I can do this for a month. I think I will have to kill
myself."

I got in bed and held the sheet out for her. When she was lying
down I tucked some of the sheet down between us and I held her
close and tried to comfort her. But I couldn't even protect my
own family, there wasn't anything that I could do for her besides
hold her and keep her warm. And she was so fragile that I really
wished that I could help her. 

Just like last night we were too wound up to sleep at first. I
learned that her name was Melody and that she had been trapped
just like the rest of us. They really had this down to a science.
We talked a little, but she was not very forthcoming about her
personal life. I think that she didn't want anyone to find out
who she was. So I just held her and we finally went to sleep.

The next morning we went through the same routine in the
bathroom, and then went downstairs to the street. I guess
prisoners don't eat breakfast in this town. We were again picked
off by the locals and taken away and put to work.

I noticed that the man from the diner picked all new people this
morning. Mike and I and four young women were taken away in a
truck again. It was a different truck this time, and a different
group of men. We were driven to a farm outside of town. But it
did not appear to be a working farm. I didn't see any cattle or
livestock, other than a couple of dogs running around. And the
fields obviously weren't being worked either.

We went inside the barn and I was surprised to see that it was
set up as photography studio. There were three locals, the two
men that had come and gotten us and one who had been here
waiting. 

Three of the women were immediately put to work servicing the
men, and as soon as they were done they took a closer look at the
women and selected one and the rest of us got to take it easy
while they began taking photographs of the woman in embarrassing
poses. 

I didn't know why they needed Mike and me for this, but it beat
the hell out of that steam bath I had been working in yesterday.


They had a little trouble with the girl they had chosen to model.
They wanted something more akin to a smile on her face and she
was having trouble accommodating them. But finally she was able
to satisfy them and they began taking roll after roll of pictures
in all sorts of poses. Then, one after the other, they put the
other three women through the same ordeal. 

They would stop from time to time and get a blowjob so that they
could concentrate on their work, but except for that they worked
right through lunch. When they had taken enough pictures we
adjourned to a small room in the back of the barn that was set up
like a kitchen and we had some sandwiches. One of the guys set
out some cold cuts and some bread and some iced tea. They each
made a sandwich for themselves and left us alone for a while.

Most of the women ate in silence, all of them were embarrassed
about what they had just done and worried about what the men had
planned for those pictures that they had just been made to pose
for.

But one of the young women and Mike and I started talking. She
had been on her way home from college almost three weeks ago and
had taken what she had been sure was a short cut over the
mountain instead of driving all of the way around it.

Mike told her and anyone else that was listening, how we had
fallen into their clutches. I kind of tuned them out and let them
talk. We all seemed to have just about the same story. I still
found it impossible to believe that this could just go on and on
like this.

We all ate a couple of sandwiches. Even the most upset among the
young women had been underfed since they arrived here and
couldn't turn down a good roast beef sandwich.

When we had all eaten our fill we put everything away and waited
for the men to come back. Mike was still talking to the cute
little college girl and now they were wondering why Mike and I
had been brought along. 

We were about to find out. One of the photographers came and got
us and we followed him back out to the working area. The three
men looked the women over and selected the college girl that Mike
had been talking to and ordered her onto the bed in a bedroom set
and posed her. Then they called Mike over and started posing him
with her in more obscene, more sexually explicit photos involving
all sorts of sex acts. 

The girl wasn't happy about it, but Mike was having trouble
hiding how much fun he was having. After they had exhausted most
of the possibilities they called over another of the young women
and started posing the three of them while they exposed another
couple rolls of film. It looked like Mike was having trouble
maintaining his composure and the men came in for some good
close-ups and ordered the college girl to suck him off and let
his cum shoot all over her face.

Mike was relieved that he didn't have to control himself any
longer and he quickly covered the girl's face with a load of hot
cum. They took some pictures of her this way and then they got
more shots of the other girl licking her face clean.

As soon as the college girl was cleaned up the other girl was
dismissed and the college girl was ordered to get Mike hard
again. Then I was brought into the picture and the three of us
posed for more than an hour in one obscene picture after another.


In one picture I was laying on the bottom with the girl on top of
me fucking me. Then Mike was put in position over her and made to
insert his cock into her ass. It was uncomfortable at first, for
all three of us. But it was most uncomfortable for her of course.
Once we got started though, we all came close to losing it during
that one. 

In another few pictures they made us both put our cocks into the
poor girl's pussy at the same time. She was stretched
uncomfortably during that set, but once she got used to it she
said it felt kind of hot.

We posed for another couple of pictures with Mike and I lying
butt to butt on our backs with our legs stretched up along each
other's torso and our balls touching. The girl held our cocks
together and managed to force her mouth down over both of them at
the same time. It was uncomfortable, and there was not enough
stimulation for either of us, but looking down at her I had to
admit that it looked pretty erotic with that beautiful face
sliding down over both of our cocks at the same time.

They finally put her on her hands and knees and Mike was ordered
to fuck her face and I was ordered to fuck her pussy from behind
and this time they wanted us to cum, but when we started to cum
they wanted it all over her back, not inside of her.

We were both pretty worked up and it didn't take very long at all
before we covered her back and her hair with cum. They got a few
more close-ups of her and then they sent the three of us to a
side room where we found a shower.

We took a quick shower together and dried off and when we went
back out we came to a sudden stop and stared across the room in
horror. One of the women was strapped down to a bench in the
middle of the barn. It was the woman who had been so quiet, and
so painfully shy. A large dog was sniffing around her and licking
her. It was obvious that he was getting agitated. His
hindquarters were twitching and he was whining as he licked at
the young woman. 

The young woman was softly crying and begging them to get the dog
away from her. She was terrified and one man had a movie camera
trained on her face to catch every second of her fear and
humiliation. The other two men were also carrying professional
movie cameras and moving around her and filming as the dog lapped
at the woman's pussy and his cock grew longer and longer. 

I imagine that he had done this before. He knew what he wanted
and soon he was on her back with his forelegs wrapped around her
and as he worked his way up her body his hips were already making
a fucking motion, as if he were already inside of her. 

Her protests were louder now and the men seemed to love it. We
watched from where we were, unable to turn away as a stream of
liquid began flowing from the dog's cock and covering the poor
woman's ass and thighs. Then the dog moved up several more inches
and on one of his thrusts his cock found its target and the woman
screamed loudly as he buried his cock in her pussy. At least I
hoped it was her pussy. We couldn't really tell from where we
were standing. 

The woman was crying hysterically and begging them to pull the
dog off of her, pleading loudly with them for mercy. I wanted to
go over there and make them stop. But every one of them
outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. Finally I couldn't stand
it and I turned around and then I turned Mike around and the
young college girl who seemed to have turned to stone. I held
them all and we stood with our backs to the poor girl who was
being raped by a dog and I realized that both Mike and the
college girl were crying. 

It went on and on and several times I heard the poor woman scream
in pain. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't want to know.
Just like with every other situation that had arisen since the
sheriff had stopped me on the side of that mountain road I was
totally helpless.

I heard another loud scream, louder than the others and then it
got quiet. The woman was still crying, but quietly now. The dog
had finished and was curled up nearby licking himself clean. One
of the men was filming that, but the other two continued to film
the woman's degradation. One in front, filming the agony in her
face, the other from the back, filming her stretched out pussy
and the large puddle of dog cum that was leaking out of her.

They filmed her like that for what seemed like a long time. At
last they were done and they left the woman fastened to the bench
while they gathered the other three girls around and two of them
got one last blowjob for the day. The third bent the college girl
over the back of the girl on the bench and fucked her from
behind.

When they had all been satisfied we were taken back out to the
truck and driven back to town and dropped off at the building
that I had come to think of as the barracks. We went inside and
showered and then, as more and more people came back and got
cleaned up we assembled outside and waited to be allowed to go to
supper. 

We had to help the girl who had been raped by the dog. She was
still out of it, still crying quietly. We bathed her and brushed
her hair and Mike and I almost carried her everywhere. We sat her
down on the steps out front and when his roster indicated that
everyone was accounted for the deputy led us to the mess hall. 

We carried the woman through the line and got her a tray of the
slop that passed for food, but we couldn't make her eat. She just
sat there crying quietly and we were really afraid that she had
lost her mind.

I finally just moved her tray out of the way and let her lay her
head down on her arms and one of the other girls comforted her
and let her cry.

I got a chance to talk briefly with Kim and the girls since we
were earlier today and we weren't being rushed by the deputies.

Everyone was upset about the girl beside me, but I didn't want to
talk about it right now. I told them I would tell them about it
later. They gave me a quick outline of the kind of day that they
had.

Kim and Morgan had gone with several other women to a nearby
dairy farm and had spent the day cleaning out the barn. They had
also been tasked with servicing the farmer and his three teenage
sons, and two of the boys from a neighboring farm. They had spent
nearly as much time fucking and sucking as they had shoveling cow
shit and hosing down the barn.

I smiled at her and asked, "Did you get to try out the milking
machines?"

She hit my on the shoulder and "No, but I saw them and I think
you would have a lot more fun with them than I would."

Morgan said, "Mom!"

Kim looked at Morgan and said, "Oh shit girl, lighten up. We have
a lot more of this before we get out of her. You better learn to
laugh."

Morgan said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But just remember this
when we finally get the hell out of here. I'm not going back to
pretending to be a virgin."

Christ! I hadn't thought of that. When this was finally over it
was not going to be all over. There were going to be some changes
in our lives.

We turned to Megan and she said, "I went back to the courthouse
and spent the day with the Judge and the sheriff. That fat little
fucking judge is like a permanent fucking hardon!"

Morgan and Mike both chuckled, I started to tell her to watch her
language but I ended up chuckling instead. At least she had
seemed to take it well. She didn't seem traumatized.

Then I told them about what Mike and I had done today. I tried
not to tell them about the poor girl beside me but it came out in
the end. They looked as horrified as we had been. God, I could
still hear that poor woman's pitiful cries to them to get the dog
off of her. I would be having nightmares about that for a while.

A deputy came into the room and ordered us to put our trays up
and get outside. We were lined up outside when the manager of the
bar came out and started picking through us. I guess Mike and I
had a full time job because we were the first two that he picked
this time. Then he picked out the females for the evening. He
picked out the twins and Kim again, and Diane and Kelly. Instead
of the normal fifteen he picked out twenty girls this time. 

I don't know what the other people ended up doing, but the deputy
made two of the women take the girl that was so upset inside and
stay with her. We were led off to the bar and started getting it
ready to open.

While Mike and I went behind the bar and got it ready the girls
were called over to another corner, out of earshot and the
manager had a talk with them. I assumed that he was setting up
the dance schedule for the evening, but as I was walking through
to the back to make sure the back rooms were ready for the
customers I noticed that they had built another stage on the
other side of the room. 

I guess that was why they had more girls tonight. If I had to
guess I would guess that the either the judge or the sheriff, or
both of them, owned this bar and that this was where most of the
money came from. There was a constant flow of alcohol and a
constant flow of horny men and girls that were being pimped out
in the back room. This place had to be a major money maker for
whoever owned it.

In a few minutes the doors were opened and the men started
pouring in. I was beginning to recognize some of them. It helped
that they seemed to wear the same clothes every day. 

As soon as the doors opened a girl went to each of the stages and
began to dance and the others began getting drinks and submitting
to crude comments and rough gropes of their privates.

Once the bar started filling up though, the nature of the
entertainment changed. Instead of a girl dancing at either end of
the room, there were two girls, and after the first number they
began doing more than dancing. 

The first two girls on the new stage were the twins. They danced
side by side through the first number and then they moved
together and started making out. They ended up over the next
several songs, dropping to the floor and kissing and touching and
eventually ended up in a sixty-nine. 

I looked over and saw Mike staring with his jaw wide open and I
had to reach over and slap him on the back of the head to get him
to pay attention to what he was doing. We tried not to watch
them. I was sure that it was humiliating, degrading beyond
belief. But fuck it was hot!

And when the twins got off stage Diane and Kelley went on and
performed the same act. It went on and on all evening on both
stages. Sometimes the girls had different partners, except for
the twins, they were very popular and they were always together.

The new shows made a big difference in the number of men using
the back rooms too. It was getting hard to keep up with them and
if business stayed like this they were going to have to assign
someone to stay back here and keep things cleaned up. I didn't
want to notice, but I couldn't help seeing how often the twins
were taken out back. Several times this evening two men would
take them out back. They had a horrible night, and Kim didn't
have it much better. She looked a lot like an older sister to the
twins and she was also very popular.

I checked the time, it seemed like this night was going on
forever. But we still had two hours until closing time. I was
tempted to sneak one of those beers I kept shoveling over the
counter to the poor, terribly abused young women, but I knew that
I would get caught and be in trouble.

I saw two men coming out of the back and it was my turn to take
care of clean up. I hurried back and as I walked through the
curtain I saw the manager yelling at one of the women. I assumed
that she was the one that was servicing the two men that just
left the back room. 

I couldn't tell what he was yelling about, but he was furious. I
looked into the room and it was a fucking mess. I began cleaning
it up and the sheet was soaked with urine. I put the sheets in
the hamper and turned the mattress over and put a clean sheet on
it. It still stank of piss, but that wasn't my problem. 

When I was finished I mopped the floor and just as I was about to
leave another room emptied as a huge fat man left, followed
closely by Megan. She glanced at me and blushed. But I smiled at
her and she smiled back and went to clean up in the ladies room.
I went ahead and cleaned up the room she had used and started
back to the bar. 

Before I could reach the bar the manager stopped me and told me
to take a mop into the men's room and mop up under the urinal.

I grabbed a mop and went into the men's room and as I went in I
heard a woman sobbing loudly. I looked around the corner and it
was the girl that had made the manager so mad in the back room.
She was handcuffed inside the trough that was the urinal and
several men were lined up and pissing all over her.

I waited until they left and she lay there crying as I mopped up
the mess that I guess had been made when the manager tossed her
into the trough and chained her down. 

She looked at me through tear stained eyes and said, "They pissed
on me. They pissed on me and I tried to get them to stop. So he
put me in here for the rest of the night. Oh god, now they are
all pissing on me!" 

And they did too. As soon as I had finished mopping the floor a
few more men came in and eagerly pulled their cocks out and
laughed heartily as they sprayed her with urine from the top of
her head to the tips of her toes, laughing and making crude
comments the entire time.

I waited until they left and I washed her face with a paper
towel. I was surprised to find that I was crying too. I bent down
and told her I was sorry. There was nothing I could do for her. 

She calmed down when I washed her face and said, "I know. There
is nothing any of us can do. Thanks for caring."

I bent close and kissed her forehead and told her I would check
on her as much as I could. She thanked me and then I stood up and
moved away as more men came in.

I took the mop back and rinsed it out and checked the back rooms
and cleaned up another one before returning to the bar. I
couldn't get that poor girl out of my mind and I saw that word
seemed to be getting around the bar. There was a steady stream of
men, far more than normal, filing into the men's room in the last
two hours before closing. Whenever I went into the back room to
clean up I grabbed the mop and went to the men's room and did
what I could for her. She was seldom alone after that, but when
she was I washed her face with a paper towel and let her know how
long it was until closing time.

When the bar had finally emptied out and Mike and I had restocked
the coolers the manager tossed me the keys to the woman's
handcuffs and said, "Get her out of there and take her out back
and hose her off."

People looked at me curiously as I went to the men's room and set
her free. She was just laying there crying quietly and waiting
for whatever was going to happen next.

I unlocked the cuffs from the water pipe and helped her up. I
walked her to the sink and washed her face with soap and water
and then I led her out of the men's room and through the back
room and out back. On the way through the back room I grabbed a
towel and a sliver of soap from the sink. 

I hosed her down. It was cool out, and the water was cold, but
she was more than happy to suffer the cold to get rid of the
urine. When she was wet I used the soap to wash her as much as
possible and then I rinsed her off. As I worked I talked to her
quietly, trying to calm her down and get her mind off what had
happened to her.

As I was drying her off she said, "Thanks Earl, I appreciate what
you did for me tonight. Thanks for treating me like a human
being. I took her in my arms and said, "I wish I could do more.
What I can do is promise you that if I get out of here this won't
happen to anyone else. I am going to close this place down; I
don't care how high up it goes."

She managed a strained smile and said, "If you don't I will."

I coiled the hose back up and we went back inside just as the
manager was finishing up fucking Morgan. He made Kim suck him
clean. He really seemed to get a kick out of tormenting my
family.

As I came in he gave me a nasty look. When I got closer he said,
"I saw what you were doing in there tonight. You better watch
your step boy."

I nodded my head and said, "Sorry sir."

I don't know if he was mollified or not. He nodded and turned
back to the prisoners to decide what he would have us do to
entertain him until the deputies came to take us away.

I guess he was getting bored with us because we all sat there
waiting nervously for him to pick someone to humiliate and it
looked like he wasn't going to be able to think of anything.
Finally he just ordered me to let Gail, the girl from the urinal,
suck my cock until it was hard and then he wanted me to fuck her
ass while she sucked Mike's cock.

We were almost relieved. She wasn't anxious to be fucked in the
ass, but he had come up with worse ideas. When she had made me
hard and as wet as she could get me I got on my knees behind her
and started forcing my cock into her ass as gently as possible.
But the manager wasn't having any of that and he ordered me to
drive it home. 

I didn't want to hurt her, but we both knew that I had no other
option. I forced my cock into ass quickly and it was painful, but
she had been here for weeks and been fucked in the ass more times
than she could count and she was not as tight as she was when she
got here, so at least I didn't damage anything. She yelled in
pain, but Mike was in position then and he put his cock in her
mouth and we started fucking her from both ends.

I would have rather tried to make it pleasant for her, but we
were doing these things for the amusement of the manager and it
was him that we had to please. Mike and I both came quickly and
after she swallowed Mike's load she turned around and took my
cock in her mouth and sucked me clean. The manager was behind me
and couldn't see her face. She looked up and winked at me as she
sucked. I patted her head gently and winked back and then I
pulled out of her mouth and stood up and helped her up.

The deputies finally showed up and escorted us back to the
barracks. These were not the same ones that normally escorted us
and they didn't seem to care who slept where, so Kim and I were
finally able to spend the night together. The twins also paired
up. I kept an eye out as the hallway cleared out and watched Mike
just waiting to see who would be left. But before he was left as
the last man standing a young woman approached him and smiled and
took his hand and they went off to an empty room. I recognized
her as the first woman to give him a blowjob that first day when
he had worked during the day in the bar. So I assumed he was
happy.

I climbed into bed with Kim and we cuddled for the first time in
days. We talked a little about what was happening, but mostly we
just held each other and took comfort from being close. The next
thing we knew it was morning and we were crowding into the
bathroom and waiting in line for a toilet or squeezing into the
narrow space allotted for each shower head and washing quickly. 

After drying off it was waiting in line for the sinks and the
communal tooth brushes. There were a lot of disgusting things
happening around here, but when I finally leave here I am
convinced that my longest lasting memory will be of having to
share a toothbrush with god knows how many people.

We went downstairs and gathered outside in the cool morning air
and shivered as we waited for everyone to be present so they
could hand out our assignments. When we were all present the
deputy in charge stood up on the raised wooden sidewalk and said,
"Everyone that has been out to the photography studio since they
have been here step out and line up across the road."

It was quite a few of us, far more than half. I only counted
seven women that had not, my wife and daughters among them
thankfully. The deputy made note of those who had not and pointed
them out to those of us who had and said, "I want those of you
who have been there to tell these few that haven't what happened
while you were there. Make sure that they are fully informed.
It's important that they know."

Just then a pickup truck drove up and the young couple that had
been in the jail with us that first night was standing in the
back of it, secured to a rack behind the cab of the truck. They
looked rough. They were scratched up and bruised and crying
pitifully.

The deputy ignored them and addressed us. "This young couple
tried to escape last night. They went around in circles in the
woods for a while and then we picked them up on the only road out
of here. In four hours they had gotten less than half a mile.
Because they tried to escape they have had four months added to
their sentence, and they will be spending the next week at the
studio."

A lot of women gasped in horror at that. The deputy nodded and
said, "I see you understand the implications of that. Make sure
that everyone is made aware of what they can expect."

The pickup truck drove away with the woman in the back screaming
at us to help her. I couldn't do anything now, but I vowed that I
would help her when I got out of here.

We were then lined back up to await selection for our daily work
detail. The twins and Kim and Kelly and two other girls were
selected for the diner again. 

I went to work in the general store with a woman I hadn't met
before. We introduced ourselves on the way over there, her name
was Sylvia and she was a brand new insurance agent who had gotten
lost on her second day of work and ended up here. She was half
way through her thirty day sentence and was hoping and praying
for time off for good behavior.

We went to work stocking shelves and cleaning and dusting in the
store. The first day that I had worked here in the store with Kim
we had been left pretty much alone until late in the afternoon
when Kim had been taken into the back and raped several times.
Today was worse for Sylvia. First of all, the woman we had worked
for wasn't here today. There was a fat old man, a different man
than the first time I worked here. He was in his late fifties and
ugly as sin. He was sitting behind the counter and supervising
us. But he didn't have to watch Sylvia for long before he took
her into the back and raped her. 

The old man came out in about ten minutes and Sylvia came out a
few minutes later. She avoided looking at me for a while, but
then she got over it and we just made believe it didn't happen.

That wasn't the end of it though. It wasn't long before men
started coming in and talking quietly to the man behind the
counter and then taking Sylvia into the back room. I guess the
reason that Kim hadn't suffered the same fate, or at least not as
often, was because the woman had been behind the counter. The old
guy seemed to get a kick out of pimping Sylvia out. The men would
take her in back and fuck her and then come out and stop and talk
with the old guy and they would watch her, enjoying her
discomfort and chuckle about it until the next man came in. 

The old man left us in the store alone and put up a closed sign
at lunch time. He went to the diner and had lunch. We had
nothing. I thought about sneaking a package of crackers or
something, maybe a candy bar. But I was almost positive that he
would somehow know and that he was hoping we would do just that.
So we sat on the floor with our backs up against the counter and
talked quietly until the old man came back.

We stood up when he came in and he ordered me back to work. He
was followed in by two men from the diner who immediately took
Sylvia into the back. You could hear the sounds of flesh slapping
flesh and the loud slurping as she struggled with a cock in her
mouth. I felt so sorry for her. I knew how much this embarrassed
her.

When the two men left the old man went into the back and I heard
her sucking him off. It took a long time to get the old man off
and when she finally came back out she was wiping the tears from
her eyes.

I couldn't help wondering how they could get together a whole
town of rapists, because that seemed to be the focus of this
entire town and the surrounding area. It was an entire industry
devoted to kidnap and rape and forced prostitution. It just
boggled my mind. And you just knew that people in authority
somewhere had to know about it.

The parade of men that came in to rape Sylvia finally came to an
end and we were taken back across the street to the barracks. As
we waited around the others gradually started streaming in until
we were all accounted for. I don't believe I will ever become
accustomed to standing around in a crowd of beautiful naked
women.

I saw Kim and the girls finally coming over from the diner. They
looked tired, but at least they had not had to have sex with the
customers. They only had to service the cooks and male staff of
the diner at the end of the day.

We were finally allowed inside to shower and get ready for our
one meal of the day, if you want to call it a meal. They
certainly saved a lot of money on food for the prisoners.

One of the girls at the diner had gotten a chance to tell Kim and
the twins about the studio and what that poor couple was in for
out there. She was terrified that she or our daughters would have
to go out there before we were set free. I tried to reassure her.
I told her that with what seemed to be the normal amount of time
off for good behavior we would be out of here not much after that
couple had finished there punishment. Actually, there would still
be a few days more than another week that they could be sent out
there, but I didn't want her to worry about that.

We went in and showered and dried off and reassembled in the
street. When everyone was accounted for we were let into the mess
hall and we sat through another really bad meal. The food was
awful, but we were starving and as far as we knew it hadn't made
anyone sick yet.

When dinner was over we went back out and waited for the manager
of the bar to come and pick out his crew for the evening. For the
first time we didn't have to go. The manager picked out his crew
and when he was gone there were only my family and six other
women left over. 

I hoped that we would be given an evening to rest, but I guess
that just goes to show how stupid I can be. We were kept standing
on the side of the street until the van that had brought us here
after the sheriff stopped us pulled up. My family and four of the
other women were crammed into the van and the remaining two women
were led across the street to the jail, probably to entertain the
deputies.

We sat quietly in the back and held on as the van drove off
through town and farther up into the mountains. It took us half
an hour to get to the turn off and then ten minutes of bouncing
down the dirt road to pull up in front of a huge log house. Not a
cabin, a huge house. There were a half a dozen very expensive
cars parked around the front porch.

The deputy that was driving got out and came around and opened
the door and started helping us out. Then we were led to the
door. The deputy rang the bell and after a brief wait the door
was opened by the sheriff, who was in civilian clothes. He let us
in and we gathered in the large entryway. It was a fucking log
mansion. I mean this place was huge. We could see all the way
through the great room and the far wall was all glass. It
appeared to look out on a private lake. That is not to imply that
this was a small body of water. It was a large lake. But as I
looked around what I could see of the shore from here I couldn't
see any other structures. No houses, no boat houses, no docks,
just the lake, surrounded by trees and hills. Nice house on a
small town sheriff's pay.

The sheriff told us that we would be staying here for the next
couple of days and that our sole reason for living would be the
pleasure of his guests. If he received a single complaint from
one of his guests we could count on spending the rest of our
miserable lives as prisoners. Then he led us inside.

There was a poker table set up near a huge stone fireplace that
was large enough that I could have stood up in it. Around the
table sat six men, several of whom I recognized. Besides the
sheriff, the judge was here of course. I also recognized, and
prayed that my wife did not, the State Senator from this
district, the State Attorney General, and the Highway
Commissioner. Now I knew why this place could continue to exist.

I glanced at my wife and kids and didn't see any sign of
recognition. I made a huge effort to act like I didn't recognize
any of them too. I knew that anyone that recognized them would
never get out of here.

I was assigned to take care of the fire for now and Mike was put
to work along with one of the women fetching drinks and snacks.
The other women were ordered to move between the players and
stand in waiting. Hands immediately reached for soft flesh but
before they dispersed Kim and the twins were pointed out to the
men gathered around the table.

The senator said, "My god Troy, they are as beautiful as you
promised. And twins! A fantasy come true for many a man I'm sure.
I can't wait to try them out." Then he pointed to Morgan and
asked, "Which one are you, sweetheart?"

Morgan said, "I'm Morgan sir."

"And you're sixteen?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she responded.

There was a pause as he waived her closer and as his hands moved
over her and then a finger worked its way into her pussy he
asked, "How do you feel about what has happened to you and your
family this week?"

She looked at him like, "What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you
retarded?!" But thank god she didn't say that. Instead she said,
"I think that you are all a bunch of terrible people and should
be lined up against a wall and shot. I hate what you have done to
us and to all of those other people."

He smiled and said, "Good." Then he reached up and grabbed her
nipple and pinched it viciously and as she winced in pain he
said, "That's great. If you were having fun that would take all
of he fun out of it for us."

Then he let her nipple go and, "Why don't you do something
productive with that smart fucking mouth of yours, cunt!"

Morgan reached for his zipper and after struggling for a few
minutes she freed his cock and started sucking. Just as she
started Mike was bringing him a drink. He grabbed Mike's arm and
held him close and said, "How about you Mike? I understand that
you have had several opportunities to fuck your mother and your
sisters and get sucked off by them, as well as the other women in
town. Did you like fucking your sisters and your mom?"

Mike looked at him for a moment. He didn't want to get us in any
more trouble than we were already in. I could see that he was
trying to decide how to answer when the senator said, "That's
okay. You can be honest. I really want to hear what you have to
say."

Mike paused a second longer and then answered with more
thoughtfulness than I might have given him credit for, "I like
having sex, just like any other fifteen year old guy. My favorite
magazine is Playboy. And I have always thought that my sisters
were hot, my mom too. But what you people are doing is sick. What
I fantasize about now isn't fucking my sisters. I fantasize about
coming back here with a gun and going Rambo all over your
asses."

I thought he might have gone too far and I was a little worried.
But the senator smiled and said, "Excellent, exactly the right
response. Now, while we get the game going I want you to finish
getting everyone their drinks, and then I want you to lie down on
the floor over there so I can watch while your two sisters suck
your cock for a while, because the very idea of it just turns me
the fuck on. Go on now, get busy."

Mike smiled and said, "Yes sir," like a good little servant and
returned to the bar for more drinks. I found out from the sheriff
where the firewood was and Mike finished serving drinks and then
stretched out on the rug where the senator had indicated. 

The firewood was in a rack outside the patio door and I stepped
out onto a huge deck overlooking the private lake. The sun was
just getting ready to set on the other side of the lake and it
was probably one of the most magnificent views that I had ever
seen. I knew where the money from the bar in town was going. 

I grabbed an armful of firewood and went inside and put a couple
of logs on the fire and then stood nearby and watched as my
daughters knelt at Mike's side. 

The senator called Kim over to suck on his cock for a while in
Morgan's absence and everyone paused to watch as Megan lay down
between Mike's legs and began licking and sucking on his balls
while Morgan started sucking his cock. 

Mike reached down and ran his hands down Morgan's back and
groaned in pleasure. In just, my god, I had no idea how many days
it had been now! Could it be only five days?! But in these few
days Morgan had become an excellent cocksucker. I remembered the
first time I had seen her forced to suck a man's cock. She had
gagged and choked and tears had flowed down her cheeks. 

Now she was sucking Mike's well developed cock enthusiastically
and her skills were evident. His cock was soon disappearing down
her throat on every stroke and it was not long at all before his
butt came up off the floor and he filled her mouth with cum. 

And this time she didn't gag, she didn't choke, she held her lips
pressed tightly around the head of his cock and worked her hand
rapidly up and down his shaft and when he finally finished she
lifted her head and swallowed easily. Then she licked up a drop
that had oozed out of the head of his cock and kissed it and
smiled up at him sweetly.

It seemed like the men gathered around the table had been holding
their breath during that erotic show and with his climax they
exhaled loudly. But the senator wasn't finished. He ordered Mike
to get back to his duties and instructed the twins to put on a
little show for us.

They had done this enough that it wasn't even a shock anymore. A
lot of the perverts in town had wanted to see this and there was
no telling how many times in the last few days they had made love
to each other.

They started out side by side, kissing and hugging and touching
gently. But as their lovemaking became more passionate they moved
around into a sixty-nine position and I must admit that they did
not appear to be faking it as they ate each other passionately
and came loudly. I couldn't help wondering if they would continue
this little game when we got out of here. They seemed to
genuinely enjoy what they had just done.

I was embarrassed to admit that I had found it just as exciting
as everyone else, and I had the hard on to prove it. The senator
noticed it to. And as he grabbed Kim's head and pulled it close
to his stomach, ramming his cock down her throat, he shot his cum
straight down her throat and then he slumped back in his chair
and looked at me and directed me to fuck one of my daughters, he
didn't care which.

I moved over to where they were pulling themselves together on
the floor and looked down at them and shrugged helplessly. They
both smiled up at me and they each reached up and took one of my
hands and pulled me down and guided me onto the floor on my
back.

Morgan put her mouth on my cock and sucked it for a moment, but
not for long. I wouldn't have lasted long and she realized it.
She moved up over me, straddling my hips and guided her pussy
down over my hard cock. She slowly slid down until the lips of
her pussy gripped the base of my cock tightly. Then she took my
hands and guided them to her breasts. As I gently caressed her
breasts, Megan moved up and kissed me, not like a father, like a
lover. Then she moved again and lowered her beautiful, young
pussy down onto my mouth and I tasted her sweet pussy as her twin
sister began to slowly pump her pussy up and down my cock.

I was aware of the large audience, I even heard some of them
groan and make lustful comments, but not for long. I was soon
lost in the moment, lost in my daughter's lustful embrace, and
loving it like no father ever should. But as wrong as I knew it
was, I knew that I would never forget this moment of extreme
sexual bliss. My daughters had reached a level of sexual maturity
that I could not have imagined, would not have imagined a week
ago. I was soon losing control and I squeezed my daughter's
breasts and thrust up into her and she groaned in pleasure as I
filled her pussy with cum. 

She gave me a moment to relax, and then she sat up and let my
cock fall free and quickly moved down and sucked it clean. I was
still licking Megan's pussy and she came while Morgan was
cleaning me. Then she moved off of me and turned Morgan over and
sucked her pussy clean. I know it sounds awful, but that was one
of the most sensual sexual moments of my life. I would never say
anything to anyone about it, I couldn't. But I won't ever forget
that little threesome.

I heard one of the men at the table say, "Son of a bitch!" under
his breath. Then I got up, just a bit unsteadily, and returned to
the fireplace. 

In a few minutes the men had all decided that modesty was out of
place and they had all undressed. They continued to play poker,
but I don't think it was the main focus for any of them. The
girls were all on their knees now with a cock in their mouth, all
but the girl helping Mike with the drinks and snacks. But the men
were still playing poker.

The sheriff reached over to a console beside him and pushed a
button and a screen came down from the ceiling. He pushed a
couple more buttons and said, "This is the latest from out at the
studio. I thought some of you guys would get a kick out of it."

The screen came to life and we saw the young couple that had
tried to escape, both of them tied to benches. The young girl was
on her back and there was a large dog on top of her, but he was
facing the wrong way. I didn't realize at first that he was
fucking that poor young woman's throat. She was thrashing around
on that bench, probably in great pain and having trouble
breathing, as that unimaginably large dog cock thrust rapidly and
violently in and out of her throat.

I heard some of the men chuckle and make lewd comments. The
senator asked, "Those are the ones that tried to escape?"

The sheriff said, "Yeah. The stupid bastards, they were out there
all fucking night and didn't get half a mile! It's a shame
though, that little bitch was a great fuck. Tight little cunt,
you would have loved her. And she hated every minute of it. I
fucked her three or four times and she hated it more each time.
She ain't going to be the same when she gets out of here, if she
ever does."

The senator said, "Damn shame." But you could tell that he was
just sorry that he didn't get to fuck her hot little body, and
torment her by using her that way. Not that he was sorry for what
she was going through. The prick!

Throughout the evening I kept glancing at the screen. It was
unavoidable. The sound was on low and I heard screams of agony
and moans of despair. That poor woman was taken by one dog after
another in every hole in her body. And her husband wasn't spared.


They didn't make her husband service animals, at least not while
we were watching. But they had brought in some horrible looking,
deformed old hillbilly and as the young husband was forced to
watch from a couple of feet away he was raped in the ass by this
cretin, this troll that they had found. That poor couple would
never be the same. Their lives were ruined for the pleasure of
these fucking perverts.

The poker game went on until the early hours of the morning. The
girls were made to play musical dicks. They spent most of their
time under the table sucking the cocks of the men. Eventually
they had each sucked the cock of every man there. Not to an
orgasm, of course, but just spent a half hour or so sucking and
teasing them with their lips and tongues.

Every once in a while one of the men would get up and take a girl
to one of the rooms for a fuck. More often that not they took the
twins. By the time the game ended for the night, nearly everyone
there had enjoyed a threesome with Morgan and Megan.

When the game finally ended they each grabbed a woman and headed
for a bedroom. The Judge took Kim with him as well as the extra
girl that had been helping Mike. The senator took the twins to
his room. Mike and I were left to clean up the room.

When we had returned the room to as close as we could to its
normal state we curled up by the fireplace and went to sleep. We
had gotten one benefit out of working the game this evening.
After everyone had gone to bed we pigged out on the left over
snacks and even snuck a couple of beers. I doubted that the pig
of a sheriff would bug his own mansion.

The men were late coming down the next morning. The sheriff came
down first and sat at the kitchen table and directed us as we
made coffee and then breakfast. The rest of the men, and the
girls straggled down a few at a time and we fed them as they
appeared.

When everyone else had eaten we were even allowed to feed
ourselves. I was actually on the verge of drooling as I made
breakfast for Mike and me.

The men finished their coffee around the fireplace, each with a
girl in his lap, while Mike and I and one of the women, a
different one this time, cleaned up. 

When it had warmed up outside the party moved out onto the large
deck and the games started again. They started making the women
perform for them. The more degrading the act the more they
enjoyed it. And just like last night, the twins, and often Kim
too, were the focus of a lot of the attention.

Just before lunch a couple of deputies dropped by with the latest
DVDs from the studio and while they were there the sheriff
invited them out to the deck and let them fuck Kim in front of
the rest of the group. They were more than happy to enjoy her
before returning to town.

In the afternoon we moved back inside and they watched the latest
movie. In this one the benches were gone and the couple was just
doing whatever was required of them as though in a trance. The
woman sucked off one dog after another and then fucked a couple
more. At one point she was taken outside and the three men pissed
all over her. Then they hosed her off, brought her back inside
and put one more dog to fucking her while she sucked another one
off. I wanted to throw up, but the men that were here watching
the show were laughing and joking and each seemed about to cum in
a woman's mouth, despite just having fucked all night. 

The rest of the day was spent this way, or in some variation of
it. The girls were forced to put on shows from time to time. And
from time to time Mike or me, or both of us, were made to perform
with any number of combinations of the young women present. They
never seemed to tire of making the members of my family perform
together in some combination or other.

Then, at a more reasonable time, they all went to bed. They took
different women with them this evening. But the twins still went
as a unit, with the Attorney General this time.

There was not the big mess to clean up this evening and Mike and
I finished up early and we got a good night's rest for a change.

When I woke up in the morning I went ahead and made coffee so
that it was already hot and ready when the sheriff and his guests
started drifting down from upstairs. I had already started
breakfast and all that was left was to fill the egg orders and
soon everyone was fed. 

After breakfast they all went over to the fireplace and with
coffee and ordered us to clean up and leave them alone for a
while. I could see that the conversation had turned to business
and they didn't want us listening in. I had been given permission
to feed the girls breakfast again this morning and I gladly did
so. While we ate we talked quietly among ourselves and I heard
one of the women telling another who she had just spent the night
with. 

I grabbed her wrist and squeezed tight and said, "If you want to
leave this place alive you won't say that out loud again! Do you
think you would be allowed to leave if they thought we knew who
they were?!"

She took my hand from her wrist and smiled. She twirled a strand
of her hair and said, "Bleach Earl. I am not a real blonde. Trust
me sweetheart, I am not that stupid. I am also smart enough to
know that the reason that nobody has ever left here and been able
to put an end to this is that they couldn't. You know, I can't
help wondering how many of the pretty young women we have heard
about being murdered mysteriously over the last few years were
women who left here and tried to get the cops to do something
about these guys."

I made sure they were ignoring us still and said, "I have
wondered the same thing lately, but I have a surprise for them
when I get out of here. They are going down soon, I promise you.
Now, let's change the subject."

We were quiet for a few minutes. We didn't know what else to talk
about. One of the girls brought up the subject that we most hated
to think about.

Carla said, "They made me fuck a dog last week." 

The admission made most of us uncomfortable. But she continued.
"Don't look at me like that. I know how gross it is. I had to
fucking do it! And my head was fucked up for days. There is no
way that poor girl and her husband are going to survive that shit
they are doing to her. They are ruined for life. And when I get
home, I have no idea what to say to my husband. He could never
deal with all of this. I don't know how I am going to deal with
these memories."

Everyone got quiet again. It seemed that our lives had become so
narrowly focused on sex and sexual humiliation and sexual
torment, and we had been so long removed from any word of current
events, that sex and perversion were all we had to talk about. 

I finally changed the subject to something we could all relate to
when I talked about how great it was to eat real food for a
couple of days, and not skip meals. While we were talking, Kim
came over and leaned into me and I held her in my arms and kissed
her neck, and Megan moved behind me and put her arms around my
neck. 

One of the women watched us and said, "You guys are so lucky. You
have been catching hell, especially you twins. But I have been
watching you and you are going to be alright when you get out of
here. I look at you guys and I see unconditional love. It makes
me want to cry."

The change in conversation was making me uncomfortable and I
joked, "Yeah. And the twins have never gotten along with their
brother this well since he was born. I may bring them back her
from time to time for a refresher."

Megan started tightening her arms around my throat and I laughed
and said, "Just kidding sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll just send
Mike."

She hugged me and said, "I love you dad, and I am sorry for being
such a bitch all the time."

I squeezed her arm and said, "You weren't being a bitch honey,
you were being a teenager. Not that there is that much
difference."

I heard the sheriff behind me say, "Ain't that fucking touching!"


Megan started to move away but he stopped her and I felt him
pushing against her and then he started fucking her as she stood
there with her arms around my neck and grunted in my ear. I knew
he was trying to fuck with us. I just reached back and pulled
Megan's head tight against my own and whispered, "We love you
baby."

She squeezed my neck again and, a bit breathlessly said, "I know
daddy."

After the sheriff finished fucking my daughter he said, "Come
here mommy."

Kim knew what he wanted and she pulled out of my arms and moved
around and dropped down and sucked his nasty cock clean. Then he
put his cock away and we were put to work carrying the guest's
bags out to their cars. 

When everyone had gone the sheriff got on his radio and called
for the van to pick us up. It occurred to me while he was talking
to the deputy that I had not seen a telephone since we were
arrested, if you can call what happened to us being under
arrest.

We were crammed back into the van and got back to the barracks in
time to take a shower and have supper with the rest of the
prisoners. Then almost all of us ended up back at the bar for the
evening. 

As Mike and I started getting set up for the customers I noticed
that they were expanding again. They had started building another
stage and when I went in the back to check on the rooms and make
sure the cots were ready I saw that they were adding more
cubicles. They weren't complete yet though. Once these new cubes
were finished they would really need someone back here on cleanup
full time. But that wasn't my problem and I planned on shutting
them down soon anyway.

The beds were ready and the bar stocked and the girls had been
given their stage assignments. Pretty soon the customers started
crowding in and filling up the large main room and then the music
started and the first two sets of dancers got up on stage, two
girls on each stage, and began to do their sexy dances. The rest
of the young women started circulating through the crowds and
right away some of them were taken to the back rooms. The night
of sexual abuse had begun again.

When the bar finally closed and we had entertained the manager
again, we were taken back to the barracks by that same
lackadaisical deputy and allowed to pair up any way that we
wished. Kim and I cuddled up and I held her tight and told her
again how much I loved her and she cried in my arms. 

I tried to calm her and tell her that it would be alright and she
said, "I know baby, I'm just crying because I am married to a
saint. I honestly believe that none of this will matter to you
when this is over with. You will still love me just like you did
before."

I kissed her neck and held her tight and promised her that I
would never stop loving her. Then, despite everything that had
happened to her, she turned over and insisted that I make love to
her. 

I told her that she didn't have to do this. I knew how much she
had been put through. I was aware of how many times she had been
raped this evening. But she insisted. She said that she really
needed to make love after all of that fucking. 

So we did. And despite what we both had been through, it was
great. It was great for both of us. I was ashamed to admit it,
even to myself, but I had expected her pussy to feel different
after what she had been through. But her pussy was just as tight
and just as exciting as it ever was. I rolled off of her and we
held each other close and just enjoyed being in love.

I heard a noise and looked up and saw Morgan standing in the door
to our room. The doorway I mean, there were no doors. I was
startled, and as strange as it seems we were both embarrassed.
But she came in and said, "We heard you guys. I wanted to tell
you how happy it makes us that you can still do that, that you
can feel that way about each other. I know, it's weird, but you
made Megan and me so happy that we were next door crying."

Kim pulled Morgan's face down and we both kissed her and then I
sent her back to her room. When she was gone I said, "I think
they are going to make it to. Despite everything that these
bastards have done to us, they are pretty strong. I am proud of
them, all three of them."

We finally went to sleep and it was a real struggle getting up
the next morning. After the usual mess in the bathroom we
gathered outside in the cool mountain air and thankfully we were
given breakfast this morning. It was only bad coffee and a scoop
of really nasty oatmeal, but we were really hungry.

Then it was time for our work assignments. All four of us males
and three women were selected to work in the bar and when we got
there the men were put to work finishing the stage and then
working on the new cubicles in the back so that more men could
fuck our wives and my daughters in the evening. While we were
working on that the manager was fucking one of the women, and
then he put the women to work cleaning up and getting the place
ready for this evening.

We finished the third stage and got it covered with some
carpeting. Then we started adding on cubicles and they didn't
take very long to construct. They were just two sheetrock walls,
six feet high and long enough to get a cot inside, and a pole to
put a curtain on for a door, which most of the men didn't close
anyway.

We added on four more cubicles before we finished for the day.
Then we went back to the street in front of the barracks and
waited until everyone was there so that we could take another
shower and go have supper.

I saw that both of the twins looked pretty upset and when we got
inside I asked them what was wrong. Megan couldn't even talk
about it. Morgan said that they had been sent out to the studio.
As soon as she said that my stomach knotted up. But she said, "We
didn't have to have sex with the dogs. They were still making
that poor woman service all of them. But the photographers wanted
some fresh meat for themselves. They couldn't stand the idea of
fucking her anymore. While we were there some guy brought a horse
into the barn and they made that woman suck off the horse! It was
so fucking gross! But she just did whatever they said. It was
like she was a hollow shell of a person. You could look at her
eyes and there was nothing there. Her husband too, they are both
dead inside."

"But all day long," Morgan continued, "they took pictures of the
girl with dogs and the horse, twice with the damned horse." In
between photo shoots they fucked us or made us suck them off. Oh,
and the guy that brought the horse in. We had to fuck him too.
God he stank!"

I hugged both girls and kissed them on the top of their head and
then we went into the shower and cleaned up.

It just went on and on like that for the next week and a half or
so. We lost all track of time and I didn't know how long we had
been there until they gathered the five of us in the courtroom
one morning. The court was called to order and the judge came in
and the sheriff told him that we had been exemplary prisoners and
he was recommending us for parole. 

The judge looked at us and said, "I am sorry to see you folks
leave. I have really enjoyed your company. You are hereby
paroled. Your possessions will be returned to you and you will be
taken to the release point and allowed to leave."

We were still not sure that this wasn't some trick, so we
contained ourselves. Before we were allowed to leave we were
forced to watch as another young couple was sentenced and forced
to undress and the young wife was forced to service the judge and
the sheriff and two deputies.

After the judge took the young woman back into his chambers we
were led to the front room and given the clothes we had been
wearing when we were arrested. We were allowed to dress, under
the watchful eyes of several deputies. It felt really strange to
have clothes on for the first time in three weeks.

We were then taken outside and put into the van and blindfolded.
We rode like that for more than an hour. We stopped once and the
deputy parked somewhere and made one of the twins suck him off.
Then he got back in and drove until he pulled up in a parking lot
and we were allowed to remove our blindfolds. 

We got out and he handed us the keys to our motorhome which he
had parked right next to and he drove off without another word.
We rushed to the motorhome and it was just like we had left it.
We got rid of the spoiled meat and dairy products in the
refrigerator and then tried to figure out where we were and how
to get home. 

We were in the parking lot of an out of business department store
in a small town up in the mountains. I started the motorhome and
drove through town until I spotted the Post Office and got the
name of the town. Then we pulled out a map and figured out how to
get home. We were a long ways from even a decent secondary road.
It took us a full day to reach the interstate. It might have
taken less time if we hadn't stopped to eat so often. We just
couldn't seem to get enough food or sugary soft drinks.

As we drove I noticed how quiet everyone was. I wondered what it
would be like now. Could I go back to being the father I had been
after having sex with my daughters for three weeks, and watching
hundreds of men use my wife and daughters as well? My feelings
about them hadn't changed, of course. But I wasn't sure how to
relate to them now. I noticed that the girls and Mike seemed to
get along much better now. And nobody was sitting around pouty
and whining. The three of them seemed much more mature. Not that
I thought that was necessarily a good thing. It was just an
impression I got.

We stopped for the night when I reached the interstate. We found
a nice motel. I had resolved that I would sell the motorhome as
soon as we got home. And I had spent my last night in an
uncomfortable bed.

I went into the office and got three rooms and we gathered in our
room and watched a little television. They were a bit impatient
with me for insisting on watching CNN for a few minutes to see
who Bush had gotten us into a war with while we were captives,
but apparently he was still having fun killing our kids in Iraq
for now. 

I had stopped and bought a twelve pack of beer and the five of us
consumed it pretty quickly. Then, and I am not sure exactly how
it came about, we all ended up getting undressed and sleeping in
the two beds in our room. There wasn't any sex. We just didn't
feel that uncomfortable being naked anymore. In fact, it felt
pretty natural. And I think we all felt better being together as
a family and safe in a locked room.

We got up early the next morning and after a big breakfast we hit
the interstate. We had all lost a lot of weight over the last
three weeks and we actually felt better for it. We would have to
watch our eating now, but I figured a few catch-up meals wouldn't
kill us.

We made it home just before midnight and I parked the motorhome
in the driveway. We went inside and agreed to unload the damned
thing tomorrow. We were so happy to be home and to not be moving
that we just wanted to relax. I got out a bottle of wine and
poured us all a small glass and we sat in the living room and we
talked quietly for a while. 

Kim wanted to know what I was going to do about those people, but
before I could tell her my plan Morgan said, "Dad, I don't want
to weird you out or anything, but how pissed would you be if I
took my clothes off?"

I looked at her, and I looked at Kim and Kim smiled and stood up
and said, "I know what you mean. After three weeks of going
naked, well, it felt pretty damned good." Then she looked at me
and Mike and said, "You guys don't mind do you?"

We all got undressed and then, as we sipped on our wine, I told
them about the guy I went to college with, the guy who was
presently in charge of the FBI Office in the state capital. I
hadn't seen him much in the last few years, but we had been
friends in college and we still kept in touch from time to time.
And I knew that he had a pilot's license and several FBI planes
at his disposal.

We went to bed at a little after midnight and in the morning when
I went to get the kids up I found all three of them in the girl's
room. They had pushed their beds together and Mike was sleeping
between them. I was standing there in the doorway staring at them
when Kim came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. 

She quietly asked, "Should we do anything?"

I honestly didn't know. I didn't know why they were sleeping
together or if they were doing anything. And I didn't really know
how I felt about it if they were. After the last three weeks I
would not be surprised if the girls continued to make love to
each other. They had been forced to do it so often, but they had
enjoyed it, they had seemed to take comfort from it. I suppose
that I should consult an expert, but I wasn't sure that I wanted
to interfere. 

I went into the room and shook them all awake gently and told
them to get up, we had work to do. They opened their eyes, and
they didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. I couldn't detect any
sign that they had done anything of a sexual nature, but I didn't
try that hard either.

We went downstairs and had breakfast. Without any
self-consciousness at all we sat around in the nude and ate a
leisurely breakfast. Then, the kids went up and got dressed and
Kim helped them unload the motorhome while I called my old friend
Derek from college.

I told him that I needed to talk to him, urgently. I had a tale
of a criminal enterprise involving a leading state senator, the
state's Attorney General and several other state and local
officials in a white slavery, kidnapping and child pornography
ring. 

He thought that I was kidding at first, but I convinced him that
not only was I serious, but that it was urgent that something be
done immediately, because young women were being raped and
tortured at this very moment.

He got in a plane and flew down and I met him at the airport. I
told him what had happened to us and he couldn't believe it, not
at first anyway. I had been going over some maps and I had a
pretty large area that had to be searched. But because of the
people involved, we would have to keep the number of searchers to
a minimum. It would have to be just us, unless he had someone
else that he knew for a fact that he could trust.

He thought about it for a minute and after I showed him the area
to be searched and told him what we were looking for he made a
phone call and we flew to an airport at the state line and met a
friend of his who was also a pilot. I described the things that I
had seen, the town, the sheriff's house on the lake, the photo
studio and the cannery. None of those things were on a map, and
since we had been lost when we were stopped I didn't even have a
real good starting point. 

But it turned out to be easier to find than I thought. I had
located a couple of lakes that looked like they could have been
the ones in back of the sheriff's log mansion on Google Earth. I
circled them and Derek's friend took some of them and Derek and I
took some of them and damned if we didn't find it on the third
try. 

From the house we were able to spot the small town and it wasn't
on the map, but I was able to map out the roads that led to it.
That afternoon a joint taskforce of FBI and National Guard
surrounded the entire area and arrested everyone. At the same
time, agents arrested the senator right on the senate floor. They
also picked up our Attorney General and the Highway
Commissioner.

The Highway Commissioner broke down immediately and quickly gave
up the names of the other two men at the poker game, one was a
prominent local attorney and the other a well known strategist
for the local Republican Party. He also turned over the
identities of several other people that were involved that I had
not seen at the sheriff's house but they were receiving money
from the sheriff's operation and dropped by from time to time to
enjoy some of the girls that had been taken prisoner. 

Everyone in the town and the surrounding properties had been
arrested. They were all either directly involved in the abuse and
kidnapping, or were receiving money or free slave labor and sex
from the enterprise.

The sheriff and the judge had both kept surprisingly accurate
records of their activities, including the names and addresses of
their victims. There will be no shortage of witnesses. And the
names of young women who had been found dead of mysterious causes
in the last few years were being compared to those records as
well.

The young couple that we were all most worried about was finally
saved. But it may be too late for them. They are really screwed
up and are receiving intensive psychological care. 

I have heard from a lot of people thanking me for what I did. And
Diane and Kelly got in touch with us. They live a couple of hours
from us and we have gotten together with them quite a few times.
They sometimes spend the weekend around the pool in our backyard.
It was kind of funny the first time. We were all sitting out by
the pool and the conversation was kind of reserved and finally
Megan stood up and said, "Fuck this! We went through too much
together." Then she got undressed and within minutes we were all
naked and suddenly we felt a lot more comfortable and the
conversation just seemed to flow after that. 

The trials have started. The vast majority of the underlings have
already pled guilty in exchange for deals to testify against the
higher ups. The bigger fish, except for the Highway Commissioner,
are all fighting it all the way. But they don't have a chance and
the odds are that the men at the top are going to spend the rest
of their lives in prison. Unless, that is, some of those unsolved
murders from around the state are matched up to their records.

The sheriff's illicit operation started almost five years ago
with a couple of young women, almost as an accident, and then
grew quickly. Thanks to the records they kept, most of the women
that were kidnapped, and the few couples, have been contacted and
notified of the trials and asked if they wanted to testify. 

The considerable assets of the major players have been seized and
are going to be divided, once the trials are complete. In
addition, counseling has been offered to those who desire it. 

We talked it over, first as a family, and then with Diane and
Kelly, and got serious with the kids about counseling and
inappropriate sexual behavior. We all know that we are different
now. But we feel like we have recovered. We may be different, but
we don't feel like we were traumatized. 

No, that isn't true. We were all traumatized, especially the
girls. But we don't believe that we are damaged now. We are
different. We have changed. But we still love and we still like
sex. The twins both said that that night, when they heard us
making love after all that had happened to us, that night changed
them. They learned a lot from that. And when they look at us and
see how much in love we are, they just don't feel like they need
to talk to someone about what happened. 

They know they are different because now, when they can do so
discretely and they are in the mood they like to make love to
each other. And sometimes, if they are feeling like it, they get
a kick out of making love with Mike. But it is just recreational
sex, and after all that has happened to them, they believe the
fact that they can enjoy recreational sex with someone that they
love is a good thing.

Kim and I talked about it and we found ourselves agreeing with
them, although not without reservations. So we told them that as
long as they don't go to school naked we will support them. But
we assured them that if they ever felt the need for some help, we
would be behind them one hundred percent.

We had a similar conversation with Diane and Kelly. They had
pretty much the same reactions that we had. We have all agreed to
try and keep our activities to ourselves. That is to say we don't
want the girls screwing every guy in town. But we are going to be
a lot more understanding of their sexual appetites than most
parents would be. 

Our relationship with Diane and Kelly has changed too. Once we
started to relax we started involving them in our sex lives.
Well, the kids did. Kim and I have been keeping it to ourselves.
Maybe we will expand that someday, for now we like to just make
love. But we have no problem with the girls and Mike and Diane
and Kelly having fun. Diane and Kelly were both suffering from a
lack of sex after we had been back for a while and neither of
them had anyone that they were in a relationship with. So they
felt good about having us to be with. It seems to be a
satisfactory relationship all around, at least until they find
partners and fall in love. Nobody is in a hurry.

Oh, and I sold that fucking motorhome and gave the money to Kim's
mother. She doesn't know what happened, but she knows we didn't
like our vacation and she was happy to get the money.

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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