Chapter 1
The house was off in the country, out where they were spaced better than a mile apart. It was a modest three-bedroom split-level ranch-style house, with a four-year-old Ford in the driveway.
It was nine o'clock on Friday, a warm autumn night. Edie Samuels, divorced for five years now, had just relented and said that her youngest daughter, eighteen-year-old Samantha, universally known as Sam, could stay up another hour and watch the end of the movie she and her older sister, nineteen-year-old Patty were watching.
Patty refilled the bowl with the popcorn she had just made, and the family settled down to finish the movie, Edie dividing her attention between the movie and the book she wanted to finish reading.
The Samuels were an attractive family. Edie was 36 years old, a well-built five-foot eight-inch brunette, with deep, heavy breasts, a waistline thicker than she'd like, and nice hips. Her waistline was steadily shrinking, and she had firmed up all over. She was working out with Patty, who was a cheerleader. Edie could have filled in for one of the girls on the squad if needed; she had learned all the cheers and could now keep up with Patty as she went through her routines.
Patty was nineteen and built along the same lines as her mother. She had big breasts like her mother's, a slim waist and wide hips, her ass taut and firm. She stood an inch taller than her mom. Her brunette hair was like her mother's too, coarse and thick. Both women had attractive faces and brown eyes. Patty was still a virgin, but she did give head to her boyfriend and was quite good at it. She had sucked her first cock on her 18th birthday, and she enjoyed it, blowing a steady procession of boyfriends.
Little Sam was eighteen years old, and just starting to bloom. She too had the thick, coarse hair of her mother's, but hers showed a touch of auburn in the sun. She was destined to be a petite girl.
Sam's little body was hard and fit, she danced ballet and played field hockey. She had good-sized tits for her age, pointed, cone-shaped little breasts about the size of baseballs with fat, puffy nipples. Her hips were just starting to flare out, her waist was slim, her ass round and firm, and her legs strong and shapely. She went to high school and currently had a boyfriend she only saw at school.
Her boyfriend didn't mind that she was not allowed to date, they took lunch together in the furnace room, where he had finally persuaded her to suck his cock. She'd only been doing it for three weeks, but she liked it. She wanted him to make love to her, but he'd flatly refused. He couldn't get any condoms, and he wasn't about to chance knocking her up.
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Outside the house, the driver of a beat-up Chevy van killed the lights and turned into the driveway, turning onto the grass and pulling around to the back of the house, where it stopped, out of sight of the road.
The side door slid open and two men piled out, one heading for the phone line, cutters in his hand, and one going to the back door and peering into the darkened kitchen, and then looking in a window dimly lit by the light from the living room.
The man at the window whistled a low, soft note and held up his hand, three fingers in the air, telling his partners that he had the three occupants of the house in view. There was a soft snick, and the phone line was cut.
The driver got out of the van, a roll of duct tape in one hand. He moved to the kitchen door and quietly tried the knob, and grinned broadly as the door opened. He motioned to the other men and pointed to the open door.
The three men dashed into the house, the driver in the lead, and burst into the living room.
"Nobody move!" shouted the driver. All three of the Samuels family screamed in shock and fear as he loomed over them.
Patty reached for the phone and caught a slap in the face for her trouble. The other two Samuels women sat where they were, paralyzed by the swiftness of the invasion.
The gang stood in the living room and Hoss said, "Mike, you and Fred search the house, grab anything that looks like it's worth anything, and bag it. Use the pillowcases off the beds. Load it into the truck as you bring it out. All right? Go!"
Two of the men scattered, to search the house, and Hoss directed his attention to his captives. "All right, you cunts, on your feet and up against that wall. Move!"
Edie and her daughters got out of their chairs and Edie gathered them together, trying to remain calm, and calming her children.
Mike and Fred returned with one item, a brand new iPod that Patty had just bought with money she had gotten from her father for her birthday. "Hoss, this is all there is! There ain't shit in this place. It's all crap, old shit that we won't get a dime for." complained Mike.
Hoss looked at him. "What about the kid's stereo? Jewelry from Mama's room? How hard did you look?"
"I'm telling you that it's all crap!" said Mike. "The electronics in this place are all older than me, for Christ's sake! And mama here must have a cheap fuckin' husband, her jewelry is all costume. I found her purse and she only had forty-five bucks and two credit cards."
Hoss rounded on Edie. "Where's the money, bitch? Where's the fuckin' money?"
Edie answered him calmly as Sam clutched her, frightened by the shouting. "I... I'm afraid that's all there is. I get paid on Mondays..."
"Bullshit!" Hoss shouted. "You must have more money around here! Where is it?"
"That's all there is, I swear," Edie answered, her voice shaking a little now. "I'm divorced, I don't make much..."
Fred said, "Jesus, Hoss, you said we'd do good here. What are we gonna do now?"
"Shut up! Lemme think!" Hoss snapped. He looked at Edie. "She's got something squirreled away. Her kind always does. Search the dressers, the clothes and boxes in the closets, under the mattresses, look everywhere. Mike! You search the kitchen, look in all the cabinets, the sugar bowl, the freezer, check it all."
He looked at Edie again. "If you're holding out on me, you're gonna regret it!" Sam started crying as Hoss yelled at her mother. "And shut that kid up!"
A half-hour later, the house was a shambles and the gang gathered in the kitchen. Hoss was sure that Edie had told him the truth, and that they had everything of value in the house that would sell easily in the street.
Mike and Fred were sullen, he had promised them easy money tonight. "All right," Hoss said, looking at his captives as they sat against the wall in the other room. "The bitch wasn't lying, she doesn't have anything here."
"Great." Mike growled, "We wasted half the fuckin' night on a wild goose chase. Just fuckin' great!"
"Yeah," added Fred, "I could 'a gotten laid tonight instead of this bullshit."
Hoss looked at them and smiled. He clapped Fred on the shoulder and said, "Freddie, my man, you are gonna get laid tonight. We all are!"
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" asked Mike.
"Take a look!" said Hoss. The three looked at the women in the other room. "Momma's a pretty nice looking broad, and that older girl, she's prime virgin cunt on the hoof, if I've ever seen it. I think we oughta have a little party. Whatdaya think?"
The other two slowly grinned at each other. "Dibs on the kid!" said Mike.
"Nope," Hoss said, "She's mine. It was my idea. You two can share the woman until I've popped the older girl. Then we'll party with both of 'em!"
The other men grumbled a little, but it was purely for show. Then Mike asked, "What about the younger girl? We gonna do her?"
"No!" Hoss said, revealing an unexpected soft spot. "I'll tie her up and stash her in her bed. Nobody fucks her, get it?" He glared at the two men. "Now follow my lead, and do what I tell ya, then we'll party."
"We're gonna tie you up and split," Hoss told them. "Just cooperate and we'll be gone before you know it." He handed the roll of duct tape to Edie. "You do the little one. And don't do anything stupid."
Edie soothed Sam, "It's all right, darling. They just want time to get far away, so they're tying us up so we can't tell on them for a while."
"Tell her to put her hands together, and then tape 'em," Hoss ordered. Edie did as she was told, and soon Sam's hands and feet were taped together with several layers of duct tape, her hands clasped together and taped from wrist to fingertips, and several layers around her ankles.
"Mike," Hoss said, "Put her in momma's room on the bed. Ok, momma, now number two, the same way."
As Edie taped Patty's hands and Hoss watched, Mike picked up Sam and walked upstairs with her, going into Edie's room and laying her on the bed. She looked at him, eyes wide as he sat on the bed next to her.
"You're not gonna make a fuss, right?" He asked her, his hand on her belly. She nodded. "Good girl!" he said. "How old are you?" he asked.
"Eighteen." she whispered softly, mindful of his 'not make a fuss' remark.
"Good!" he said happily. "Oh, just one more thing." He unwrapped about four inches of the tape from around her hands, tore it off, and suddenly pressed it down over her mouth.
