EPILOGUE
"Aww, come on baby. You have to show me how they're doing. I miss my family of sex slaves," Keisha whined. The young black woman was talking to Jose Alvarez, one of the biggest drug lords in Phoenix, Arizona. They were on one of his sprawling, perfectly manicured estates on the outskirts of the city. It had every species of cactus in the world. Armed guards were everywhere, not that Jose looked like he needed help in a fight. Jose was a tall, muscular specimen of the male race. He had pectorals that made most guys envious - with girls drooling over him. Keisha wasn't the jealous type though. She didn't mind sharing her boyfriend with other girls. In fact, she'd seen that tireless, 10-inch dick leave many a girl breathless.
"You really want to see the Malones? I don't know if I feel like letting you," he said, a sly twinkle in his eyes. He was just being difficult, and they both knew it. Keisha's uncle now specialized in kidnappings, and Jose Alvarez had become one of his biggest clients. It was useful to have a man who could kidnap the loved ones of rival drug bosses. The romance between Keisha and Jose though - that had been an unexpected side benefit.
"Of course I do, baby. Where they at?" she growled. "I might even want to PLAY with them a little myself."
Jose chuckled. "You BAD, girl. I don't even want to know what you have in mind. Either way, I don't think you can do worse than my new slave trainer, Mr. Fells."
"Oh?" Now Keisha was intrigued. The two were dressed in nothing but bathrobes after their morning shower together. Now they sauntered toward one of the mansion's back doors. They walked out onto the spacious patio which hugged the sweep of a wide pool. There Keisha couldn't believe what she saw.
'So this is what happened to the Malones?' she thought with a devilish smile creeping over her face. Somehow this was so fitting. The Malones, the stuck-up family whose two daughters had tormented her constantly in school - they were getting just what they deserved. Her uncle had kidnapped them over a year ago, and she'd toyed with them for a while before Uncle Mick had made her sell them off to Jose. Now she was glad they had, though. The sight before her made her sex start to get wet. She heard them before she saw them. They were being made to do something unspeakable by a hulking brute of a man who was wearing nothing but a black mask.
"Yes Master! I love fucking my daughter's pussy," a handsome man groaned, a note of unwillingness and shame coloring his voice.
Sure enough, it was Mike Malone, the father of the family. His older daughter, the taller and more lithesome blonde girl, Peyton, was on her hands and knees near the pool. The 21-year-old girl was more than gorgeous, with lush, medium-sized breasts and sparkling baby-blue eyes. Her slender body shook with the hard poundings as Mike Malone's cock slammed into her tight, feminine sheath from behind.
"Please fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock inside me. Rape my young pussy," she cooed.
"Say it louder, bitch," the trainer roared. The sound of a riding crop slapping against the girl's back made her naked body jolt as she cried out.
Meanwhile, on a bench sitting right in front of Peyton sat Sandra, Peyton's mom. The big-breasted woman made her daughter's tits look tiny by comparison. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back as she sat on the bench with her legs splayed wide, giving her older daughter easy access to her cunt. Between pleas for her father to fuck her, Peyton was eating out her mother's sex, all thanks to the simultaneous demands from her brutal trainer.
"Yes, keeping sucking mama's pussy, little whore. I want to see her juices glistening all over your face," the trainer shouted. Peyton lapped frantically at Sandra's sex, her nose buried in the pubic thatch of her mother's crotch. The deepest possible shame tainted Sandra's look of mounting pleasure.
To round out this awful scene of family intimacy, there was Avril, the younger daughter. She was more petite and shorter than her sister, except for her larger breasts, which took more after their mother. The 20-year-old captive had been tied to a stool which was anchored firmly to the concrete just beside Sandra. On the stool someone had affixed a long, pink dildo. Poor Avril had been tied with her pussy impaled right on top of it. Even worse, someone had attached two electrodes to Avril's nipples and a third electrode to her clitoris. A bright red cock-shaped ball gag had been stuffed into Avril's mouth. Her wrists and ankles were tied to either side of the stool with just enough slackness in them so that she could pump her pussy up and down that shaft, but not enough for her to free her pussy from the rigid, ribbed length of the dildo.
Sandra held a tiny remote, occasionally flicking the switch on. Each time she did, Avril made a keening, desperate wail as the electroshock surged through her cunt and nipples. Her naked body writhed on the dildo. Her supple cones shook as her pussy twitched uncontrollably.
"PLSSS! NNN!!" Avril screamed through her gag, but her Mom looked sadly at her and proceeded with the electroshock torture.
"That's good, Mom. Keep it up. Keep giving your little girl's pussy and tits the attention they deserve," said the sex trainer Mr. Fells. "You keep that up, I may not brand your daughter's ass after all." Clearly wanting to avoid having her daughter permanently burned with red-hot metal pressed to her tender skin, the mother continued to reluctantly administer the electroshock to her daughter's sensitive parts.
At the same time, Mr. Malone's testicles were jostling with each deep penetration of his older daughter's sex. Suddenly Mr. Fells' riding crop slammed into Mr. Malone's ass. Then the next loud SMACK sounded as the riding crop came up from underneath, striking Peyton's left breast.
