Joyce Carter and her daughters Laura & Janice had just finished the lovely lunch that the girls had treated their mother to in celebration of her 49th birthday.
The day had been fabulous, all three laughing & joking, relaxed in each others company and helping each to momentarily hide the turmoil of their own private lives.
Although Mother & daughters, sister & sister, had always been able to talk openly, honestly & very frankly to each other, each had a secret part to them that they preferred to keep privately unto themselves.
Joyce, now at 49, was the picture of health, a stunning brunette who still turned many men's heads. Her daughters ensured that she was always up to date in the manner of her dress, fashionable but always in a chique and mature style.
The three were of similar build, the girls taking after their mother in many ways but again each with their own distinctive individuality. Joyce stood 5'5" in her stockinged feet, her breasts were still firm, on account of her daily gym workout she convinced herself, yes a firm 36c, a little more around her waist than she's like being a 27" and her hips were a very sexy and mature 34".
Joyce always wore stockings when out or dressing up, she enjoyed the sensation of silk French knickers rubbing, caressing her inner thighs as she walked. All in all a very sexy lady particularly for her age.
Her husband, Terry, was a successful banker, the family wanted for nothing. Joyce had married him when they were both 22 years of age and had given birth to Laura a year later and to Janice a further two years on.
Laura & Janice both married at the same age, 22, as their mother, Laura had now been married to Glen for 4 years and Janice to Colin for just about two years.
The secret heartache that Joyce held within her was that despite the fact that Terry was a fantastic husband and father, a good provider and generally all round decent guy, he had not touched Joyce sexually in over four years. At first she told herself that this was little sacrifice for the stability he provided but deep down Joyce was a woman seething with unsatisfied passions.
Laura was now 26 years old, an inch shorter than her mother, standing 5'4", a bubbly curvaceous brunette, taking after her mother in the hair department. Her breasts were similar to her mothers also, perhaps a bit firmer but still a 36c, 25" waist and 33" hips meant that she also attracted much attention from both men and women.
Glen, her husband was a complete Jerk. He provided well enough for her and their twins but preferred the arms and bed of his cheap tart of a secretary rather than that of his wife. Laura knew all about his affair, he didn't exactly try to hide it, often coming home in the small hours wreaking of her cheap perfume and stinking of sex. Laura had long stopped crying herself to sleep over this and concentrated on her twins, Bobbie and Carly. Deep down however smouldered the yearnings of a deeply unloved, unsatisfied woman.
Janice was the younger sister at 24, her breasts were larger than Mother or Sister being a very full 38d, perfectly in proportion were her 26" waist and 35" hips, her hair was very red , from her fathers Irish side and she stood the tallest of the three at 5'6".
Her marriage to Colin was only two years old but was already on very unsteady ground. Janice was pregnant, only two months gone but already was facing the prospect of bringing a child into the world knowing that it's home environs would be far from domestic bliss.
Colin liked sex and lots of it. Janice enjoyed sex but found it all too much one way for her liking. He would simply roll on and roll off having satisfied himself or having spent hours looking at porn on the net, would get Janice to take up some uncomfortable position that he'd taken a fancy to trying out.
Often, of late, Colin had taken to telling her how much he would like to see her have sex with a well endowed black man, he'd describe in vivid detail what the negro could do to her as he would watch and masturbate. The whole thing was very off putting to Janice who now found the man she had loved a total turn off.
The three had another thing in common, being religious they did not agree with divorce and adopted the old fashioned approach of having made their beds they would have to lay in them, each was a good wife and mother who deserved more.
The day was warm, Joyce was wearing a simple white dress pulled in at the waist by a thick black patent leather belt, her sheer stockings were encased in expensive white stiletto's. Her long hair pulled back in a pony tail allowing her neck to take advantage of any breeze.
Laura wore an expensive looking sheer white blouse, her half cup bra thrusting her breasts up and outwards could clearly be seen beneath, this was tucked smartly in to her black tailored trousers and her feet were adorned in a pair of red high heels. Laura's hair was pushed back and held in place by a red plastic band.
The other daughter wore a tiny delicate camisole type top that struggled to contain her breasts, the slight breeze causing her nipples to become very prominent, in fact this young mother to be's body was a torrent of hormonal irrationality. Her skirt was a smart fashionable tartan style, wrap over and held with a pin. It was short, mid thigh and accentuated her long lithe legs that were clad in knee length black boots.
Unbeknown to the three ladies a local thug by the name of Clyde had been watching them intently as they ate lunch, mentally undressing each of them as he enjoyed a beer across the road from where they ate.
Clyde was not long out of prison for various demeanours and his body was coursing with lust.
As the three left the restaurant and headed for Laura's black Audio 100 motor car Clyde followed almost cat like in pursuit. He phoned a few friends and arranged a rather hurried pick up, his lift arriving just in time to follow the ladies car.
As Clyde thought, the Audi left town and was heading out into the countryside, he knew this road well and his plan was to get ahead of the Audi and force it off road about two miles on, at a place where he knew there was an outcrop of derelict farm buildings, a place which would serve his purposes adequately.
The ladies were still laughing and joking and none of them noticed the Mercedes full of black men as it overtook them and sped off ahead.
Laura looked a little startled when two miles on she saw the Mercedes blocking the road and a short thin black guy flagging her down, she assumed that there had been an accident and slowed to a stop to find out what was going on.
The black guy approached the car and confirmed Laura and her family's suspicions, the three stating that they hoped no one was badly hurt.
The negro kept them engaged for a few minutes, seemingly distraught about the horrible scenes that lay ahead of the bend in the road and telling them that it was far to gruesome for him to allow their eyes to befall it.
As the little black guy kept the ladies engrossed with his tails of horror, Clyde and the other five black men were creeping up on the car, all of a sudden and in a whir of action the six forced the three ladies out of their car and four of them frog marched the girls across the field into one of the derelict buildings, the other two drove the cars into an old barn out of sight of the road.
The ladies were shaking visibly, bewildered as to what was going on. No one spoke until all six of the negroes were inside. Joyce and her daughters huddled together on a well worn old brown leather sofa which was the only item of furniture in the room.
"well, good afternoon ladies" Clyde said in a smarmy sort of way.
"so, you what you ladies looking for on a nice day like today? Something special?" he grinned as he lewdly ran his hand over his bulging crotch.
Joyce and the girls new instantly what fate had in store for them.
"please don't hurt us" uttered a petrified Joyce
"please just let my daughters go"
"your daughters!" sneered Clyde
"Mom & two daughters, well I never" he muttered to no one in particular.
"come over here mummy" he ordered Joyce
"NOW" he barked menacingly as Joyce did not respond to his first order.
Joyce moved to ward's him.
