House Arrest Ch 06

Jamal and Mick looked to Vick to take the lead while Traze went upstairs to prepare the dad and Katalina for the upcoming 'road trip.'

"Wow. Look at these hot cunts. All gooey and nasty," Vick said. He had an arm around the mother, a gorgeous brunette with luscious breasts. His free hand slipped two fingers into the Sandra's sex, withdrawing a glistening glop of cum.

"Yep, Mama. You definitely need another shower. And look at your two slut daughters. They just as bad." Mick had Avril in his grasp. The young blonde moaned as Mick did a copy of Vick's test, slipping his index finger and forefinger into her recently fucked pussy. Sure enough, both fingers came out dripping with cum. Next to Avril on the couch, Jamal had Peyton sitting on his lap. He nipped at her ears, trailing kisses down the back of her neck. The excess cum had already oozed free of Peyton's pussy, marring the couch cushion.

"Mmm. You taste good, slut. I'm glad we're taking you with us," he purred.

"OK, enough kissy shit," Vick interrupted. "Let's get these girls into the shower and cleaned up. C'mon brothers!"

Together the three abductors took their naked female captives to the upstairs shower. Luckily the coastal mansion had a large, open shower. This was a wealthy family, and like most such families, they valued opulence in their bathrooms. The shower walls were made of stone tiles with all kinds of hues and colors, and they formed a beautiful tapestry almost like the insides of a fancy castle.

Vick hustled the girls into the shower, handing them soap and shampoo and some things to scrub with.

"OK, ladies. Get yourselves cleaned up. You've got 10 minutes tops, and we'll be standing right outside that door."

Vick's vicious grin disappeared as he, Jamal and Mick closed the bathroom door behind them.

The moment their tormentors were gone all three women seemed to let out a collective sigh.

"Mom, what are we doing to do?" Peyton asked. But almost at the same time Avril slapped Peyton hard across the face.

"You bitch! You helped them rape me! You ate out my pussy!" the younger sister hissed. Peyton put a hand to her stinging cheek, her hurt eyes vying with the blush creeping along her skin.

Sandra intervened, knowing that they had to stay calm and couldn't afford to start blaming each other. Not when their lives were at stake, and who knew what these sick monsters might do to them next?

"Girls, stop it!" Sandra hissed. "I'm going to find us a way out of here. Everything's going to be okay," she urged, not believing a word of it. "Avril, your sister isn't to blame. They made her do those things, and if she seemed to enjoy it, then it was for your safety. You saw what those animals were willing to do to you." At that comment Avril looked down at the tiny, clotted pricks on her nipples. Her jaw relaxed, her eyes downcast, and Sandra knew that Avril had taken her point to heart.

"If your sister hadn't enthusiastically done what they asked, who's to say they wouldn't have hurt you worse? Even killed you? We need to do what these monsters say, girls. I know it's hard. I'm terrified too. But we need to stick together and keep a level head. Just do what they say, and keep your eyes open for an opportunity of escape. Okay?"

Sandra rested her hands on Avril's shoulders, then tilted up her youngest daughter's chin so that their eyes finally met.

"Okay, Mom. I'll try."

Peyton nodded too. "We'll try Mom. Oh god, I can't believe this is happening."

Sandra put her arms around her precious daughters, willing that touch to give them some sort of comfort, as awful as the situation was. "If we just keep our eyes open, stay alert, and stay alive, some opportunity will come along girls. We need to be ready when it does."

The door swung open suddenly and Jamal came crashing through. The naked black man had at least 60 pounds on Sandra, maybe more. He was a beast, and the muscles rippling along his torso proved it.

"We didn't put you in the shower for girly-gossip time, bitches. Start CLEANING. Less talking," Jamal growled.

"Yes Master! We will!" Sandra said. She looked suggestively at the big black man, then lathered up a sponge and began to wipe seductively at her breasts. She looked down at Jamal's cock, saluting her straight and firm, as her sponge went lower to dab at her pubic area.

Jamal's gaze narrowed. "Are you taunting me, slut? You think that hot, glistening naked body of yours can taunt a brother and get away with it?" he growled.

Sandra shook her head, her eyes all wide and innocent. "No Master..." and then her gaze drifted down to Jamal's swelling cock... "Your cock looks magnificent. I wouldn't mind getting fucked again," she said, her voice trailing into a soft purr.

Jamal opened the shower door and he was up against her in a flash. He pushed Sandra against the wall, his mouth capturing hers. His hands gripped her firm ass cheeks, squeezing them as her pushed her up against the heat of his chest. The burglar's firm cock pressed against her abdomen as if threatening to rip her open.

His mouth came away, and his eyes bored into hers. "Listen bitch. You and your daughters better get cleaned up in the next five minutes or I am going to whip both of your daughter's asses until they can't even sit. Do you hear me?" Sandra nodded, groaning as the man bit lightly on each of her nipples.

"Good! Now get busy!" Jamal turned and left like a departing storm.

***

It was with satisfaction that Traze found Katalina humping Mr. Malone's cock. The two had been tied and trussed up together, with the Latina girl impaled on Mike Malone's lap. After Traze snuck up to the attic, when he reached the landing he saw the bounce of Katalina's sexy ass and heard the movement of their joined bodies mingled with Mr. Malone's groans.

"Well, what have we hear?" Traze said. He waked over to the startled couple, and immediately Katalina went still on her fellow captive's lap.

"I didn't know you two were going to get all horny and fuck-happy on me," Traze continued. But he guessed well enough what they were up to. "Tell me why you were fucking." When both remained silent, shame painting the girl's face, he retrieved a riding crop and came back. Now, as he smacked the crap against the sensitive pubic hair above Katalina's snatch, the girl finally broke down and admitted the truth.

"OWw! Please stop, Master. I'll tell you!" she whined. "I thought that if I could get him to come inside me, then I could disengage his penis from my pussy." Her head hung in shame as the admission came out of her cute lips. Traze reached down, idly fondling her right breast, enjoying the feel of the silky-smooth, bronze skin underneath his fingers.

"I see...I didn't know you two were such good little fuck-pets. Such horny little slaves," he said, enjoying the humiliation etched onto the man's face as his youngest daughter's best friend sat with her pussy impaled on his lap.

"Too bad you don't have time to consummate this little coupling. We're leaving. It's time for a road trip, and you two are coming with!"

Both captives began begging. Katalina begged to be let go, and the father begged to be taken captive if only they would just release his family. Traze ignored them both. Instead he retrieved a rag, put just a little chloroform on it, and rendered both captives briefly unconscious.

When he finished he settled them in the black van, then loaded up the valuables in the white van. Meanwhile Vick, Jamal, and Mick hustled the three naked girls into the black van and prepared to get them settled in.

Avril and Peyton gaped at what their 'seats' in the van looked like. There were no proper chairs in the back of the van. Just two saddle-shaped humps with long, ribbed pink dildos poking straight up. Both girls watched, almost mesmerized and horrified simultaneously, as Vick lubed up the tips of each artificial cock with spearmint-scented oil.

"You lucky sisters get to ride these cocks as we drive over EVERY bump and pothole. We call them Mr. Big and Mr. Huge. I know...not very original. But you have to admit, it's accurate," he said with a chuckle. "Now who wants to jump on first?"

Peyton shook her head frantically, squirming in her captor's grasp as Mick secured her wrists to the dangling cuffs attached to the van's ceiling. Then he positioned her squirming, naked body over the saddle, his hands tightening around her waist as he forced her down.

"Please, don't do this! Let us sit in a normal seat!" Peyton cried. "That's too big for my pussy, and my pussy's so sore!" she wailed. But the big black man ignored her pleas, and soon he had the tip of the 10.5 inch cock-head positioned just underneath her exposed sex.

"Take a deep breath and try to relax, slut. You'll only make it harder by fighting it," he whispered in her ear. At the same time he shoved her hips down, forcing her sex to engulf the giant ribbed dildo. As 'Mr. Big' slammed up her snatch, Peyton groaned at the fullness and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering rapidly to hold back tears. She was now fully straddling the saddle anchored to the van's floor, her wrists chained straight above her head even as Vick put bracelets around her ankles to keep those in place too.

Turning to Mick, Vick gloated over his handiwork. "What do you think? This slut is ready to travel, isn't she?"

Mick nodded, his eyes fiery with lust. "Oh yeah. Seeing her naked ass wiggle on that fat cock as she rides that saddle for HOURS...that's just going to make my cock want to snuggle inside her sweet cunt, man. At this rate I'm going to have to fuck her every time we pull over for a break."

But now Mick turned to Avril, whose face had paled while watching her sister's ordeal. Mick came up behind Avril, his hands gently cupping her creamy breasts. He teasingly chewed on her ear lobe, reveling in the feel of her shuddering nakedness in his grasp. He could feel Avril's heart pounding as his hand slid downward to softly stroke the smooth skin of her belly.

"You see big sis all ready for the road trip? You ready to hop on a cunt-busting friend of your own, hmm? I think Mr. Huge is ready for you," Mick said seductively. Avril's eyes widened at the sight of the bulbous cock-head and the long, spiked pink shaft.

"Please, not that Master!" Avril begged. "Maybe I could sit up front with you and kneel in front of you, sucking your cock," she offered. Avril couldn't believe she was willing to debase herself like that, but what Peyton had said was also true for Avril. Her pussy was sore, and the discomfort of such a large, ribbed shaft filling her sensitive cunt sounded like pure torture to the young blonde.

Mick shook his head. "Sorry, bitch. Rules are rules. We like to keep our captives immobile and entertained on road trips." He tipped her head back, giving her a sloppy kiss before pushing her forward into Vick's arms. Vick pinned the struggling girl's arms until he could get the chain positioned, and soon he had the dangling cuffs snapping around Avril's wrists. Next he positioned the poor girl much like he had her older sister moments ago.

The younger sister moaned as her opening brushed the tip of the giant dildo. She squirmed, managing to keep her soft opening from being impaled for just a few seconds longer. Then Vick slapped her in the face, temporarily stunning her long enough to push her pussy down onto the cock, impaling her thoroughly.

A harsh sigh escaped her lips as Avril gasped, feeling the cock filling up her snatch. "You bastard!" she cried, her body trembling as the enormous girth and length of the cruel, always-hard shaft invaded her.

Sandra was clawing at Traze, screaming at them to let her daughters go. Finally they had to sedate her using another chloroform-rag. They tied her to one of the seats up front, her wrists cuffed to the armrests. She looked strangely beautiful, her naked body finally at peace, her breasts quietly moving with the pattern of her now calm breaths as her head lolled to the side, a ball-gag fastened in her mouth.

Then the four captors focused their attention on Mike Malone and Katalina, who had both woken up. Mr. Malone was ghostly white, his eyes glazed over as if this was a nightmare he refused to believe in.

They tied Mr. Malone in the seat beside his wife, cuffing his wrists to the armrests and then cuffing his ankles together for added security. Now there was just Katalina, her lithe Latina body enticing all four black men with its sexy curves.

"What should we do with this one, hmm?" Traze asked his blood-sworn brothers. They all exchanged a thoughtful look.

Katalina had meanwhile kneeled and started begging. "Please let me go! I'll say nothing, I swear! I'll tell no one about what happened to the Malones. You can keep them. This family can be your sex slaves, whatever!" she rushed out desperately. "Just let me GO."

Traze stroked his chin, his eyes foretelling the smirk that now transformed his face.

"Ohh, so you're one of those types, hmm? Unlike noble Mama and Daddy, willing to sacrifice for their daughters, you want to just throw everyone under the bus to save yourself. I see." Traze looked at his fellow burglars. "What do you think a bitch like this deserves, brothers?"

Vick grinned. "Oh, I have an idea or two."

Five minutes later they had forced Katalina to stand, her wrists chained to the ceiling with alligator clips clamped to her nipples and clitoris and a large anal plug stuffed into her puckered hole. It buzzed away with fervent intensity, motivating the strangled groans coming from her gagged mouth. The girl jerked and squirmed, helpless because her ankles were also shackled together.

"See how comfortable that is for the journey, bitch. I think after a few hours you might learn your lesson. Next time don't try to sell out your friends, especially when you're trying to negotiate with a bunch of crazed rapists," Jamal said with a chuckle. Traze, Mick, and Vick joined in.

Traze turned to Mick. "You drive the white van. Look after our loot," he said with a grin. With a disappointed sigh Mick nodded.

"Man, why do I always have to look after the stuff while everyone else gets to ride and torment the hot cunts?" Mick said, not bothering to hide his annoyance. Traze put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"That's how seniority works, brother. You'll just have to live with it." But he gave Mick a good-natured shove and a smile. They both knew that after one of the pull overs for a rest they would switch drivers.

It was a long drive to Canada. What awaited them in a remote ranch offered a good deal of cold, hard cash. Their contacts had already responded to Traze's texts. They approved of the transaction, and not just for the inanimate merchandise...but for the human merchandise as well.

***

It had been six hours since they left. They had stopped only once, long enough to let the girls stretch and relieve themselves before hustling them back into the van. Now, as the pavement droned underneath the tires of the moving vehicle, Katalina's moans had intensified. The pain of the alligator clips had erased all sensation except for a numb tingling around her nipples and clit. She was shouting through her gag, begging for mercy as the van rumbled down the highway.

Traze was in the driver's seat. He turned up the music to drown out Katalina's incoherent pleas.

Jamal turned to Vick. "Man, let's give the bitch a little break. I think she can earn it, you know? We don't want the girl's nipples to fall off."

Vick grudgingly shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, let the bitch down. We can have some fun with her anyway."

Katalina moaned the moment they tore the gag from her mouth. "Thank you Masters! Please, take me down. Take these clips off of me please!"

Jamal smiled as he took the clips off, enjoying the girl's groans as blood rushed back into her nipples.

All four of the black men had put clothes on before leaving on this road trip, but now Jamal stripped out of his jeans and tee. His muscular abs and finely-sculpted chest were sexy as hell, and Katalina couldn't hide her instinctual arousal completely.

"I see it, bitch. You like what you see, don't you?" Jamal said huskily. "That's good, because you need to thank me for showing you some mercy." His cock sprang up, rigid and eager as he pushed Katalina against the side of the van. She gasped, but opened her thighs willingly. She couldn't move her cuffed hands, but she did clench them instinctively as he lifted her waist, positioning his manhood beneath her pussy. The butt plug was still whirring away in her ass, and the double penetration made her groan long and deeply as his cock swiftly plowed her wet slit.

"UH! Uh...uuh...Mmm... That's it, little cunt. Open those thighs nice and wide while I fuck you," Jamal grunted. He had her nearly horizontal, her body stretched out as her cuffed hands strained against the hook mounted to the ceiling. Her hips wrapped around his ass, tightly pulling him in with each thrust. Her groans of discomfort from earlier were seemingly forgotten in a fog of pleasure. The young Latina moaned, her nipples hard as thumb tacks as he pounded her warm pussy.

"Talk to me, slut. Tell me what a shameless whore you really are!" Jamal growled.

"Thank you for showing me mercy master! This shameless whore is forever grateful!" Katalina sang. Her body was betraying her, her cunt juices beginning to gather, creating wet suction to join Jamal's body with hers. Meanwhile Avril and Peyton watched their coupling with sickening disgust and surprise. Avril couldn't believe that her best friend was willing to humiliate herself like this.

"Get some video of this, brother. Look at this bitch scream as I pound her pussy!" Jamal growled. Soon enough Vick had the camcorder on and recording. He zoomed in for a close up as Jamal's entire cock slid out of her slit, only to re-enter with a firm, pulverizing thrust, balls-deep and snug in Katalina's moist sheath.

"OOOHHH Fuck!" Jamal sighed. "It's too bad we gonna sell this bitch to one of the Sheik's business contacts when we get her fine ass up to Canada. I'm going to really miss this!"

Suddenly the atmosphere in the van became electrified, abruptly overshadowed with dread. Avril, Peyton and their parents, including the now-awake Sandra, heard those words with perfect and awful clarity.

Sandra tried to shout something through her gag. Mr. Malone dared to speak.

"What are you going to do with us?" he asked.

As Jamal kept thrusting his cock hard into Katalina's pussy, the young Latina went silent in shock. Only the wet slurps of her pussy accepting Jamal's cock indicated that she was still breathing.

"You hard of hearing, Dad? We gonna sell this cutie here, and all of you too!" Jamal said between thrusts, his pelvis flying forward to rejoin his body with Katalina's in a tight, smooth fuck.

"Yep, Jamal's right," Traze said. The van went over a pothole, and both sisters groaned as the dildo-cocks filling their cunts ricocheted against their pussy walls.

Traze looked into the rearview mirror with a sadistic smile. "Yeah...you see we aren't just ordinary burglars. We burgle valuables AND people. Sell them for the best price we can. The valuables, well, we have a decent fence down in Mexico who handles those. As for the PEOPLE merchandise, well, we have a contact in Saudi Arabia, and he knows a few sheiks who like to keep their hidden harems well stocked, if you understand my meaning. They can also usually use a few extra household slaves," Traze finished, with a knowing wink at the father. "Even a few male slaves for manual labor, and I think you'll make a perfect fit."

As the awful truth of those words sank in Mr. Malone wanted to reach out and take his wife's hand. Was there any way out of this nightmare? There had to be a way to save his wife and daughters from being sold into sexual slavery. Mike wasn't willing to just accept defeat. To surrender to these madmen. Slowly an idea formed in his head...freedom was possible, but just barely.