Somewhere on a ranch in the middle of the desert, in a basement which looked almost as rough and primitive as a dungeon, an Indian-American mother and her two daughters were being held captive. Kidnapped and then repeatedly raped, Rhonda could hardly describe the fear and despair she now felt as she looked at her two daughters. There was Natalie, her 18-year-old youngest, and Amanda, her 19-year-old girl. Both of the girls were slender, gorgeous, and sexy...but now they looked hardly recognizable to her.
Julio, the gang leader who had purchased them from Gary, their kidnapper, had just taken a step back off the bed where both daughters were now sprawled naked, facedown, their wrists bound to the headboard. Natalie and Amandaâs bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, their hair all disheveled and askew from the brutal gang rape. Their pussies and asses were sore from being roughly used, and now the two girls lay almost lifeless. The traitorous dark wet stain on the bed near Amandaâs pussy showed where Julio had allowed Rhonda to lick and suck her daughter to climax. As shameful as it was, Rhonda didnât regret it. After all the pain her little girls had endured in the last few hours, giving them pleasure, even twisted incestuous pleasure, was better than nothing.
Now Julio turned his intense, merciless eyes toward her.
âYou ready for your training to begin, Mama?â Those eyes matched Julioâs harsh features -- the shaved head and the tattoo of barbed wires coiled through the eye sockets of a chain of skulls that wound up the side of his thick neck.
Rhonda was standing naked, unshackled for the time being, her gaze flicking back to Sanchez, Julioâs second-in-command. A soft buzzing sound emanated from the obscene object the man held in his hands. The long chrome vibrator was riddled with bumps to create maximum stimulation, and Rhonda noticed that there were straps attached to the vibrator... She didnât want to think what he was going to do with that.
âLet us go, you bastards! Youâve already raped my little girls!â Rhonda shouted.
Julio stepped in close and too late she saw the flash of the knife in his hand. He slipped behind her at the last moment, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck even as his other hand poised the blade against her vulnerable jugular.
Rhonda froze, all too aware of Julioâs hard cock pressed above her tailbone, and of course the cold edge of the blade.
âYou need to calm down, Mama.â He slowly removed the hand which was fisted in her hair, only to slip it down lower, to her breasts, which he began to grope and fondle.
âNow you listen good, bitch. I donât want any hysterics, especially now that you are my property. Slaves must be properly trained, and you and your daughters will be exactly that once Iâm finished with you. Do you understand?â
Trying to corral the traitorous stampeding rhythm of her heart, Rhonda whispered, âYes, Master.â She still felt his cum leaking out of her ass from her recent rape, and she hated the complete control he had over her right now.
âWhatâs that, bitch? Speak up,â Julio growled.
âYes, Master. Iâll behave,â Rhonda said loudly, if still sullenly, her cheeks flaming red as he discarded the knife and now cupped and kneaded both of her ample breasts.
âVery good answer, bitch. You are a smart pussy after all,â he said with a dark chuckle. But now he pointed at the knife heâd just discarded on the floor. âI have a new idea. Sanchez, hand me my knife again.â
Rhonda stood frozen and terrified as, to her utter amazement, Julio handed HER the knife.
âNow, as a reward for you calming down, Iâm giving you this knife to cut your daughtersâ bonds.â He made a shooing gesture toward the bed. âWhat are you waiting for, Mama? Go ahead. Free your daughtersâ wrists.â
Rhonda stood there for a moment. The busty, beautiful and headstrong woman briefly considered lunging at her captor and trying to gut him like a fish. But who was she fooling? The gang leader had more than 50 pounds on her, all of it muscle, and she would have to somehow overpower not just him but Sanchez and eleven other men. She quietly moved to either side of the bed, cutting away the ropes binding Amandaâs and Natalieâs wrists. Her two girls sat up, rubbing their wrists as the blood circulation started to come back to their hands.
Rhonda had no time to speak to her daughters, but her tormented expression of love said âHang in there, donât give upâ as she looked sadly at the two girls she loved more than anything in the world. Julio cut the poignant moment cruelly short, barking at the mother now.
âGet rid of the knife. Lay back on the bed now, bitch, legs spread.â
Ronda did as the man ordered. Cupping her hips with her hands, she spread her legs and held them wide open.
Now Julio fisted a hand in each daughterâs hair and forced them to stare at their motherâs gaping cunt.
âYou see that, girls? Isnât it beautiful? Yes, you must love that pussy, after all, it is the PUSSY that gave birth to you. Now here is what we are going to do. We are going to train you to give your Mama some pleasure.â Julio gestured toward Sanchez and the obscene sex toy. âSanchez, show the younger bitch here how to use that toy to make Mama feel special.â Sanchez approached, handing a startled Natalie the buzzing vibrator. She stared at it with wide eyes as if it was a dangerous creature instead of some inanimate object.
Sanchezâs husky, dark voice added a sinister note.
âCome, little bitch, I will show you how to pleasure your mother with it. You will thrust it deep into her pussy, and I will show you the different settings, and you will lick your Mamaâs clit while you fuck her with it. Understand?â
Natalie licked her lips, yearning to say no, and to tell this freak-show to go to hell. But she was no fool, and her pride and dignity had to make way for basic survival now as her cheeks turned ruby-red.