Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence my towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Enjoy!
-BBD
"The daughter"
It wasn't supposed to be this way. Ever since I can remember, it's been just me and my mom. I never knew my dad. He ran off and left before I was born. My mom worked two jobs my entire life just to give me what I needed. She made so many sacrifices for me trying to get me through school. She never even had a boyfriend my entire life. This vacation after my freshman year of college was finished was supposed to be a time to rest and relax. My boyfriend's parents were letting us have use of their house on the beach. He was coming up on the weekend. The house was painted light green with white trim, it had two stories, a wrap around porch so you got a 360 view of the ocean, three bedrooms, two baths, lovely kitchen and dining room. This was supposed to be paradise.
Until Mom went to take out some trash. When she came back, there was a man with a windbreaker, baseball cap, sunglasses, and a bandana tied over his face holding her arm and pointing a gun.
"Mom!"
She couldn't answer me. Her mouth had been taped shut by duct tape wrapped around her head.
"Don't try anything stupid, or your mother is dead!"
I heard a noise. Another man was coming through the front door. He was brandishing a gun like the first man.
"What do you want?" I managed to say.
"We're on the run from the cops," the one holding my mother said, "and we need a place to lay low for a couple of days!"
"Days? No! You can't! My boyfriend will..."
The man silenced me by firing a bullet into the wall.
"Mmmmmmmph!" Mom screamed.
"Cooperate and this won't be bad. You," he gestured to me, "strip!" I looked around. Could I make a break for it? The man holding Mom was by the back door and the other one was blocking the front. If I ran, would they kill her? I looked at my mother's eyes. She gave me a nod.
"Nn mmhnph phhmm phnm, hnnmm!"
"I don't think she understood you," the first man said. "Come on! Don't stall me, girl!"
With trembling hands, I pulled off my T shirt and then my jeans.
"Kick them over here," the first man said.
I kicked my clothes over to him.
"Now the bra!"
With tears in my eyes, I undid my bra.
"Over here," the man ordered.
I did as I was told. I covered my breasts with my hands.
"You're not done! Take off them panties, ball them up, and stuff them in your mouth! Now!"
I carefully took off my panties. They were small bikinis. I balled them up and stuffed them in my mouth.
"Hold them there!"
His friend came up to me with a roll of silver duct tape. He stood behind me. I heard the tape being pulled from the roll.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" He pulled the strip over my mouth and then proceeded to wrap it around my head. After three turns, he tore it off and pushed it against my face to seal it. Then he yanked my hands behind me. I felt him truss my hands up with rope. He wasn't gentle either.
"Mmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmmm!"
"You sound much better, the first man said. He kept the gun pointed at Mom. She watched helplessly as the second man used more rope to tie my arms to my sides. He wrapped rope around my waist and wrists, further inhibiting my ability to use my arms. He then tied a rope around my waist and pulled it between my legs.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" I screamed. He paid no attention. He pulled the rope back through and pulled it up and through the rope that sat below my breasts.
"Sit!" the first man ordered. I sat down on the couch. His friend proceeded to tie my thighs and then my ankles together.
"Now, here's what's gonna happen. Your mom here is gonna take me to the bank to get some cash. You're gonna stay here with my friend. If you both cooperate and be good girls, well let you go. Try anything stupid, and it won't end well."
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I nodded.
"Come on," he said to Mom, "get your purse."
Mom reached for her purse. The man got to it before she did and took her phone. He roughly grabbed her arm.
"You relax, kiddo," he said to me. "Behave for my friend here, okay?"
"Mmmmmmm!" I nodded.
As he shoved Mom out the door, I prayed it wouldn't be the last time I saw her.
I sat there, trembling as the second man sat on the other end of the couch. His gun was still pointed at me. He hadn't said a word. I hated that they made me take my clothes off! My nipples were getting hard in the cool air. I knew he was checking me out. He got up and sat beside me.
"Nn! Nnn'ph phnnch mm, mnn crmmp!"
He grabbed my arm, then the other arm.
"Pretty girl," he said in a deep voice.
"Hmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
He reached up and gently touched my breast. I couldn't get away from him. He grasped my nipple between his two fingers, and he began to rub it. Oddly, it didn't hurt. He started doing the same thing with the other breast, then he cupped both at the same time.
"Mmmmmmm?"
"Soft breasts," he said. He began to knead and massage the soft tissue. What the hell? Why was this starting to feel, well, good?
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" Suddenly, I found myself pushing my naked chest into his gloved hands. No! This wasn't right! He was a criminal, a bad man. He'd broken in here, tied me up, his friend kidnapped my mom, and here he was giving my breasts the right kind of attention.
"Feel good?" he asked me.
"Mmmmmm, hmmmmm!"
I turned to face him so he could really fondle them. He motioned for me to turn around. I turned my back to him. He pulled me onto his lap. He cupped my breasts from behind. Oh my God, what was happening to me? This wasn't supposed to feel good at all, and yet, it did!
The man took one hand and slid it down to the rope tied between my legs. He gave it a gentle yank.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" I jumped as the rope captured my clit and pussy at the same time.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm!"
"Wait."
He untied my legs. Then he sat me on one of his big thighs. He grabbed my breasts and began to push me back and forth.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I cried. That rope was driving me insane! Oh God, I'm so fucking hot and wet!
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"
"Cum," he said.
I couldn't help it.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" I screamed. I bent over and panted. I couldn't believe I just came for this man! What the hell just happened?
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" I groaned. He pulled on my torso ropes and my head fell back onto his shoulder. He looked at me and smoothed the tape over my mouth.
"Can't scream," he said. "No talking."
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," I said. Then it dawned on me, why didn't he just fuck me? Why did he just let me grind on his leg?
"Chair," he said. He stood up and pulled me up with him. I didn't fight him as he made me sit in one of the kitchen chairs. He secured my wrists to a bar at the bottom and tied my legs to the legs of the chair. He brought out some more rope and tied one end to the chair and used it to bind my waist to the back of the chair. Then he took a long piece of white cloth and tied it over my mouth. Next he tied another one over my eyes.
"Good girl," he said. "Feel okay?"
As comfortable as I can be tied and gagged, sure.
"Mmmmmm," I nodded.
"The Mother"
The streets this time of night were deserted. I think my captor was counting on that. He kept the gun pointed at me the entire time we drove. We drove through the darkened streets. At this time of night, the traffic lights were either blinking yellow or red, depending on which direction you were coming from. I was too afraid to do anything to attract attention. What if he went back to the house and hurt my daughter? For her, I had to cooperate.
I turned right into the local branch of the people I did my banking with. I drove up to the ATM.
"Don't face the camera," he ordered me. "Keep your face turned forward and here," he tossed my hood over my head. "Get $200. We will be back tomorrow for more."
Tomorrow? As if this was going to continue that long? What would these creeps do to us by then?
Cooperate. Just cooperate, my mom's instinct told me. Just go along, don't struggle, don't fight. If they trust you, then it will be better.
I did what he told me. I withdrew $200 from my account. I didn't face the camera so they couldn't see that my mouth was cruelly taped shut. I handed him the cash.
"Good girl. Now, back to the house." He gestured towards the road. I pulled out slowly onto the darkened street. I didn't speed. I followed the rules. Still, there was not another soul in sight. In this little beach town, I swear they rolled up the sidewalks at 9pm. As we got near the house, my heart raced. Was my daughter okay? What was that other man doing to her? When I parked, I started to get out, but my captor stopped me.
"You wait for me!" He poked me with the gun again. "Don't try anything."
He came around and opened my door. As soon as I got out, he grabbed my arm.
"Let's go."
He marched me up the stairs to the porch and through the front door. I prepared myself for the worst. My daughter sat tied to one of the wooden kitchen chairs. She had been blindfolded and gagged some more.
"Did she behave?" he asked his friend.
The man nodded.
"Hey kid, I'm back with your mom. She was smart. She did what I told her. I didn't have to hurt her. I'm gonna let her hug you, but that's it!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she cried. I touched her arms and shoulders to let her know I was there.
"N'm nhnm hnnmm. Nph'ph gnnng phn hm nmrnghph."
I gently rubbed my taped mouth against her cheek.
"Alright, that's enough! She can't understand you any more than we can!" The man yanked me back.
"Take your clothes off and put your hands behind you," he bellowed.
I bravely stripped nude. I held my hands behind me. The man tied my wrists together. He grabbed my arm.
"I'm taking her into the bedroom. You watch the girl!"
The other man nodded.
I reluctantly let him take me into my bedroom. He threw me across the bed. I landed on my stomach.
"Mmmmmmmmmph!"
