Note to reader: So far, It's been pretty light on the erotic aspects I know. I kind of merged 4 chapters in to 2 (for chapters 1 & 2) and maybe those chapters are too long, I don't know. Anyway, I really appreciate if you vote afterwards and comment if possible. Many thanks.
I knew it was always going to be an issue at some point and I was waiting for that day to come with some anticipation. Food stores were depleted and I could already hear the boards opening up from where I slept. I rushed out to the corridor and was hit by a brilliant light peering in from outside. Master wrenched out an opening and hurled the remaining planks on to a pile on the floor.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
He removed his gloves and wiped his brow. The scar running down his face was less intimidating in the distance, but fearsome enough to make one lower their gaze.
"Get Abilene ready." He instructed.
I woke mum and the others and then we all sat quietly in the living room wondering what was going to happen next. There were gunshots coming from outside. Eventually, all but one man waltzed in with guns over their shoulders; Master and Jesus. Where was Daddy? It felt like day one all over again. I stood up and hurried to the dining table, where I pulled open two chairs. They set their guns down and took their seats. Both were showing signs of wear and tear, like they were not in their element. Jesus opened his legs and beckoned me to him.
"Sit here." He said and I rested my ass down his lap. My family sat on the couch in the other room facing me. I felt ashamed but knew that I still had strength. in fact, I had gotten stronger, despite certain aspects of my resistance being surrendered. Jesus was not the same man I had gotten to know. Time seemed to be an issue all of a sudden, and I could sense a reverse on the cards. The exploratory nature of his dark hands against my waist was a sure fire sign of that. Had he the time he originally expected, I could see him seducing me, but events were conspiring against him. His fingers were rough as they kneaded my flesh through the light fabric of my night gown. Last night was the first time Daddy allowed us to go through a pile of clothes they picked out from a laundry basket. It was all wrinkled but straightened out over night. I had this purple satin night gown that hung down to the top of my thighs. It must have shrunk in the washing because it was tight at the top, with material clinging to my nipples.
"Where is Daddy?" I asked.
"Still hunting, or trying to." He replied. "He is stubborn, but he will be back soon."
Master explained that Daddy was not keen to ride into town, but they thought it was inevitable. Coupled with wasted bullets on wildlife that was gone before they could press the trigger they opted to retreat and consider the next best solution.
"You want me to come to town with you?" I offered.
"No. Master will take Abilene." Jesus told me.
When he touched my stomach attempting to adjust my position I tucked my backside further up against his crotch and lower abdomen. His eyes widened slightly realizing that my little ass had no underwear. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but I knew that the more they trusted me, the more likely it was that they would eventually let their guard down, perhaps long enough for my father to see some light; an opportunity to take their game and turn it on their heads. But, for it to work and for my father to be able to recognize how events were unfolding, I required two things to be in order - the first was, the way I came across to my captors and the second was my fathers ability to take advantage of any relevant weaknesses I exposed in them. Similarly to how two strikers would operate in a game of soccer, where one would make darting runs to drag the defense in one direction, and as a result leaving the other striker to run into big open gaps that were no longer occupied. It was a long shot but I basically had to be as convincing as I could possibly be, even though it was at the expense of my dignity.
Jesus tickled the inside of my upper thighs and I parted my legs for him. As I kept my eye locked on my quietly inspecting family I leaned back and rested my little head on his strong muscular frame. I told myself to enjoy it and to be as happy as possible. Hopefully something would come of it. I could see Josh with his pinched brows and body leaning forward from he sat. He had rested his elbow near his knee and he was thinking about how to rescue me. Kurt on the other hand sat in between my brother and mother with a supporting arm around both of them. As Jesus ventured deeper with his powerful hands, I parted my legs out as wide as I could and noticed my gown rose up along the hips, exposing my shaved cunt.
"Mmmm." I moaned ever so quietly.
I could see Kurt leaning back from where he sat. He was losing his cool but I noticed he was also excited. I kept my eyes on his crotch and noticed movement. I'm not sure he had seen my pussy before and I'm sure he didn't want to, but I had no choice in the matter and as far as I could tell, an exposed pussy was just a taste of things to come.
"Am I hurting you Alice?" Jesus asked politely.
"No sir." I replied.
"You have such cunt beautiful lips." He said jumbling up his dialogue while strumming my pussy lips with those rough fingers. "So little and tight. Don't you think?"
"Yes sir." I moaned. He dipped a finger in and it came out all slick and wet. Somehow, I could not help myself. Each digit was hard and rough and thick; possibly on par with my brothers penis. He seemed mesmerized by my dripping cunt juice and was fascinated by how it coated his finger. He inserted his finger into his mouth and had a good suck on it.
Then he pressed his finger inside my pussy once more; only deeper. Taking out another layer. He put his hand up and waved to my father.
"Your daughter is very wet. Would you like to try some?"
"No sir." Kurt said through gritted teeth, his bulge now clearly visible. If Josh had one I couldn't tell. I hope he wasn't thinking about attempting a Manu Chao, because he would probably get his head blown clean off.
"You know how to grind your ass girl!" Jesus smiled. "Now, let me see how you suck a black mans dick." He said, removing me so he could unbuckle and get those pants off. When he was undressed, I had to admit he was something. A big powerful muscular man; dark and handsome. I had already wrapped my hands around his dick before thinking anything else. My hands simply migrated there out of curiosity. First, my fingers were like vines that were attempting to tangle up his pipe before applying a gentle squeeze. It was huge, as I recall from the day before, but now even closer to me than ever before; even more appealing to the eyes.
"Show it to your father." He asked.
We made our way to the living room and stood in front of my father. I held up his big black cock with both hands and displayed it to my family. They just sat and watched.
"Alice, can you describe my dick please? Give me a nice description." Jesus said.
