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?"
