Cold air bristled over Taylor Smith's midriff as she, her mother Carrie, and her younger sister Anne stepped out into the cold mid-October night. Taylor was a competitive college dancer, who had just finished up a major competition and was glad to be heading home for a week of relaxation. Taylor went to school two hours outside of her hometown, but because the dance competition was the same day as her fall break began, and because the competition was in her hometown she had opted to not travel back to the school with her team, and instead headed straight home. Fortunately, her mother and sister had decided to come watch the competition and so she had an easy ride home. Taylor was excited to be home, her father had died at the end of the prior school year, and Taylor hadn't been able to come home since, but she was looking forward to being with her mom and sister, and feeling the warmth that only existed at home.
After dancing Taylor had been too hot to change into other clothing and just wanted to go outside. Now, Taylor stood on a street corner in a blue and white one piece dance suit with one full arm, and one arm missing, and the middle of her petite stomach showing. Carrie Smith raised an arm and hailed a cab. The thirty-nine year old mother had no trouble getting one to stop quickly, at 5'6" and 150 pounds Carrie was a gorgeous woman, and tonight she had on a short skirt that showed off her long pale legs, and a tight top making her B cup breasts look even bigger.
The cab driver stopped, parked his car, and noticing Taylor's bags immediately jumped out to help them. Taylor was immediately taken aback by the size of the man, the cab driver, who's name badge said "Jake" was easily six foot four, and built like a heavyweight boxer, all muscle, and in a tight black shirt that showed his abs off. Jake grabbed the bags quickly and effortlessly tossed them into the trunk of the cab before opening the doors for the women.
Carrie gave instructions on how to get to the house, and the cab driver quickly took them there. The foursome made small talk all the way to the house, and when the cabbie pulled into their driveway he quickly leapt out, opened the girl's doors, and grabbed the bags to take them to the door for Taylor.
"No she can get them, it's her fault for bringing so much shit home for one week." Carrie said to Jake.
"No miss, I insist I wouldn't feel right making a young woman carry her things to the house when I am capable of doing it myself, besides it's no extra charge." Jake replied.
Carrie nodded, noticing how forceful, and yet charming the man had been in his reply, it left Carrie feeling like she had no other choice but to say yes. Jake let the three women lead him to the front door, and after Carrie unlocked the door set the bags just inside the entry way.
Jake turned to leave when Carrie said "oh wait, I haven't paid you yet."
Jake turned around, and then stepped back inside the entryway, as he did so he pulled from his waist band a revolver and held it next to Taylor's throat. "Oh, I knew you hadn't paid me yet, I was just going to wait a bit and take my payment a different way. But since you mention it, why don't I just accelerate my time table."
Jake closed the front door behind him and roughly shoved Taylor through the entry way and into the living room. Then, using his massive hand he grabbed both Carrie, and Anne both by the hair in one movement and pulled them into the living room behind him.
"I want all of you to line up in one line right now." Jake said.
Anne and Carrie did as they were told but Taylor, who was sprawled on the ground from the shove struggled to get up at first. "Move bitch." Jake said "don't make anymore dumb decisions like bringing home three bags for one week."
Taylor scrambled into line with her mother, and almost fell again as the slick material of her dance leggings slipped on the floor.
Jake produced three pairs of handcuffs and ordered Taylor to put the cuffs on her mom and sister. As Taylor did so Jake yelled "tighter, I don't want any of you trying anything stupid."
Taylor tightened the cuffs in spite of her mother's cry of pain as the cold metal cut into her wrists. When Taylor was done Jake put a pair of cuffs on Taylor as well.
"Now, Taylor, I don't want you looking like a dolled up whore anymore, so you're going to get a bath. But because I can't leave these two alone you'll have to bathe right here in the living room." Jake said grinning.
Jake left the room and went into the kitchen, as he left he said "nobody moves, I'll hear it if you do, and then you'll all die."
Jake came back a few minutes later with a two gallon stock pot full of water, soap, and a washrag.
"Now, I bet that school makes you pay for that fancy uniform of yours, so I'm not going to cut it off of you" Jake said brandishing scissors "unless you can't get out of it in the next minute or two. Once you're out of it your mommy is going to wash you up just like a little girl."
As Taylor struggled out of the uniform Jake proceeded to walk over to Carrie and start cutting the clothes of the older woman. In less than a minute Carrie was naked in front of Jake, her clothing cut to pieces on the floor around her. Jake then advanced on Taylor's sister Anne. Anne was the shortest of the three, standing only 5'3"compared to Taylor's 5'5", she also weighed a bit more than Taylor at 135 as opposed to 130, but her weight was distributed better, leaving her with large C cup breasts and a thick ass.
As the scissors started to cut Anne's jeans, Carrie lunged at Jake trying to disarm him but Jake side stepped and let Carrie fall across the floor. Jake then pointed the gun at Taylor and said "hurry the fuck up, your momma is getting restless apparently."
Jake finished cutting all of the clothing off of Anne, and held one of the eighteen year old's breasts in his hand before pinching her nipples eliciting a moan. He then looked at Taylor, who was all jumbled up in her outfit, but mostly nude, it was impossible for her to get the last part of the top off of herself with the handcuff on. Jake undid it for a moment, took the clothing off of Taylor, and then refastened the cuff tighter than before.
Jake turned to look at Carrie who was on the floor sobbing and terrified. "Stop sniffling and come bathe your daughter, wipe the whore make up off of her, and make sure she doesn't smell as badly of sweat as she does now."
Carrie began to dip her hands into the stock pot and pour water all over Taylor. Once Taylor's body was soaked Carrie lathered her daughter's entire body, while both women wept openly.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart." Carrie said to Taylor as her hands crossed her daughter's pubic bone.
"It's okay mom, it's okay, it'll be fine." Taylor said as tears rolled down her face.
While Carrie bathed Taylor, Jake stood behind Anne and used one hand to grope at the girl's heaving breasts.
"It's fun to watch this isn't it.?" Jack whispered to Anne as he kissed her ear.
Anne stood stoic, not responding, and fighting back tears.
"You don't have to answer, I can tell you like it." Jake said as he slipped his hand onto Anne's clit, and slowly rubbed his finger up and down.
For five more minutes Jake touched Anne, while watching Carrie bathe Taylor. Then he stopped the bathing, and found a small towel for Taylor to dry herself with. Once Taylor was mostly dry he told all three of them to line up again.
"I'm going to fuck one of you, and because I know how hard this is I won't make anyone decide for anyone else, I'll just fuck the one of you who is ugliest, and likely gets the least attention from boys." Jake said.
