For Jenna it had been a whirlwind romance, meeting Alex barely two years ago,
finding so much in common between them it was scary.  And he was so kind and
understanding, especially about sex.  For Jenna was a virgin when she met him, though by
the time they were married a year later, she was no longer chaste.  The first time they
made love wasn’t what she had expected all of her life.  It was almost anticlimactic.  He
was gentle, taking her with little pain, trying to make her cum but she faked it, Alex not
realizing it, or at least he didn’t let on he knew.  They only had sex twice after that
until they were married, neither time doing anything to turn her life upside in that split
second.  She still only came from solo masturbation, her vibrator the only thing between
her legs that knew what she needed.
        They moved to a small apartment on the other side of town from her parents and
her sister, Haley.  Haley was three years younger, 19, just graduating from high school,
not sure what she wanted to do.  Jenna missed the late-night intimate talks with Haley,
but when her parents divorced three months ago after 25 years of marriage, Jenna almost
felt strange in the house.
And Alex had changed once they got married.  He became more demanding.  Especially about
sex.  It was about two months after they got married, Alex snuggling up to her one night
in bed, a signal that he wanted sex, though Jenna had a headache.  A real headache, not
just a not-to-have-sex headache.  “Not tonight, honey,” she purred to him as his hands
cradled her near-naked breasts.  “My head is killing me.”  The voice that spoke back
sounded as if it were coming from someone else, not her husband Alex.
        “You’ve been neglecting your wifely duties, Jenna.”  His voice was demanding.  “I
only want part of your head tonight, just your mouth.”  Alex pulled her head down,
throwing the blanket aside until his cock popped free of the confining blanket.  She had
used her hands on him, after he forced her to, but she hadn’t given up her mouth to him. 
That would end tonight, Alex intending to get what was due him.
        His hands were harsh on her head, yanking her down until his cock was only inches
from her mouth.  She refused to take his cock in her mouth.  That was the most revolting
task that she could think of, her mouth clamping shut in spite of his insistence.  She
mumbled a no, but her hand began to stroke his cock.  It was the only way she could avoid
sucking his cock, even the words sounding gross.  But he held her face only inches from
his cock, one of her hands stroking up and down his cock, the other teasing the cum from
his balls, anything to end this degrading task.  It didn’t take him long, hearing him
groaning loudly, his hands tighter on her head until he spewed his cum all over her hands,
anything better than her face.
        “I oughta make you clean it”, he grumbled harshly, turning over and snoring in a
matter of minutes.  Jenna cried herself to sleep that night.
That did little to satisfy him, Jenna finding herself in the same position many nights
after that, her face only inches from his cock, but instead of her hands gathering up all
his cum, he pushed her hands away, pumping his cock onto her face as she clenched her eyes
and mouth tight while the hot cum splattered onto the soft skin of her face.  He would
quickly turn over and go to sleep, Jenna suffering until he did and she could go into the
bathroom, cleaning the milky white cum from her face until her skin was almost raw.
        It was strange, Alex not even mentioning it most times, acting like the loving
husband.  It had gone on for two months, most nights making love, but it was like some
nights there was a different man in her bed.  And those nights Jenna was forced to jerk
him off until he shot his cum on her face, though he always tried to get his cock into her
mouth, Jenna steadfastly refusing the obscene act.
        But it was last night that forced Jenna back into her mother’s house, her
marriage ended, walking out on Alex while he was at work, a short note her only
explanation.  She was sitting on her sister’s bed, trying to explain to her without
embarrassing herself.
        Haley was trying to comfort her sister, but she knew little of sex, her
upbringing, like Jenna’s, was strict and sex was never openly discussed.  Although she was
19, many of her girlfriends losing their virginity at early ages, some as young as
fourteen, Haley still clung to the traditional values that she should be chaste on the
night of her wedding, giving her husband her most prized possession.  She had dated quite
a bit, extremely attractive like her sister, though not as voluptuous, learning how to
satisfy boys with her hands when she had to, but only allowing them a quick feel of her
smallish breasts, and maybe letting them stroke her thighs under her skirt, but it would
end when they tried to touch between her legs.  That was still reserved exclusively for
herself under the covers when everyone was asleep, her mind wandering off to all the
things that her girlfriends bragged about.
        “I’m not even sure if he is the same person,” Jenna trying hard not to cry, but
her eyes were already wet.  “After dinner he was so sweet, holding me in his arms as we
watched television.  I could tell he wanted to make love to me, his hands wandering as he
watched television, but he was arousing me.  We went to bed after Law and Order.  I went
into the bathroom, putting on a lovely negligee for him.  It took me quite a bit of time,
but I figured he would appreciate it once he saw me.  I opened the bathroom door,
surprised to see an angry look on his face.  He was naked, his penis hard.  It was the bed
that scared me.  In each corner of the bed, leather straps were attached to the bedposts,
laid out so carefully that there was no doubt what he wanted to do.  They were meant to
tie me up.  Spread eagle on the bed.”  She stopped for a moment, choking up as last night
came back into her mind so vividly.
        “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Jenna.”  Haley was almost
too embarrassed, not only for Jenna, but herself.  What did Alex do to her?  To tie
someone up naked and have their way with them against their will?
        “No, I have to tell someone, and Mom isn’t the type that would listen.  Before I
could say a word, he pounced on me like some animal, ripping my negligee from my body. 
The one I put on just for him.  I was so scared, stripped naked, Alex snarling like some
crazed lunatic.  I actually feared for my life.  He threw me on the bed like a sack of
potatoes.  I tried to get up, but he sat on top of me, driving the air from my lungs,
struggling to breathe as he grabbed my wrists one at a time.  Before I realized it, both
of my arms were pinned by the leather straps, already feeling the pins and needles as the
circulation was cut off to my hands and fingers.  I tugged on them, the bed creaking but
holding me tight.  He finally got off of me.  I was breathing hard to fill my lungs with
precious air.  Just as I sucked in a mouthful of air, a piece of cloth, probably my
negligee, was jammed into my mouth until I choked when he shoved it to the back of my
throat.”  She had to stop again, the story becoming too real.  “And then my legs.  Pulling
them open, embarrassed even though he was my husband, my sex exposed as he tied each one
to a corner of the bed until my crotch ached.  I was afraid he was going to split me up
the middle.  He stood at the end of the bed, staring up at my spread, naked body, his hand
on his penis, pumping it up and down.  It was bigger than I had ever seen it.  He was
excited by what he was doing to me.  How could someone enjoy creating terror in a person
like he was doing to me?”
Haley was afraid to ask, but she needed to know and Jenna needed to get it off her chest.
 “What did he do to you?”
        “He fucked me.  Not making love, but fucking me like some street whore.  He bit
my breasts, all the while his penis was inside me, stretching me like no other time,
pumping in and out.  And he did it so long, or at least it felt like a long time, all the
while the pain between my legs shooting to my brain.  I heard him getting ready to cum,
but he pulled out, kneeling over my face as he pumped his penis until he came on my face,
this time landing on my lips.  Even with my negligee in my mouth, I could taste it
entering my mouth, thick and salty.  I choked, but was afraid of vomiting, sure to choke
to death if I did, the gag plugging my throat.  He rubbed his penis all over my face until
I could feel his cum drying.”
        “That’s terrible.  For your husband to do such a thing to you is despicable.” 
Haley felt sorry for her sister.
        “He wasn’t finished with me yet.  He got off of me, but left me tied to the bed. 
I heard him in the other room, sure he was having a beer.  When he came back in, his penis
was already hard.  He climbed on top of me again, his hands under my butt, lifting me up
as he slid inside me again.  It still felt like he was splitting me up the middle, this
time lasting longer, his hips never stopping as he fucked me.  His hands gripped my butt
cheeks, raising me up so he could thrust into me even harder, feeling bruised on the
inside as he crashed into my cervix.  I was crying now, the gag only allowing my muffled
sobs, Alex not caring as his penis fucked me endlessly.  He came in me; I was grateful
that he didn’t cum on my face again.  He climbed off of me, but then he began to play with
my bound body as if he could somehow erase what he did if he made me cum.  He disgusted me
and after half an hour of trying to arouse me, all he did was succeed in getting hard
again, jumping on top of me like I was just a convenient tight place to put his penis.” 
Jenna stopped again, still feeling the pain between her legs from Alex’s rape.  Yes, that
is all she could call it.  “He did me five times last night, finally cumming one last time
in me as the sun came up.”  He got off of me almost casually, dressing for work like it
was a normal day.  As he was ready to leave he untied me, my body frozen on the bed until
I heard the click of the door as he finally left.”
        Haley hugged Jenna, unable to do anything else.  She was crying now and she did
the only thing a sister could do.  Be there with her.
        Beth, short for Elizabeth, knew that her daughter had a problem with her marriage
to Alex but asked little in details.  Men were such scum, her husband proving it not long
ago, leaving Beth for another woman, sure that she was much younger.  After all she had
done for him, putting up with his terrible lovemaking, their two daughters the only bright
part of all she endured sexually with him.  It was good riddance to him, she was much
better off without him.

* * *

        Michael Devlin was on the hunt.  He needed to stock his house with fresh girls,
his friends counting on him to supply them with the delicacies that they sought.  He had
sold the last ones he had, tiring of them, needing fresh meat.  His house was over a
thousand miles from here, Michael driving a large van, the back fitted to hold the human
cargo that he would return with.  He was in a small town, just the type that he liked, the
police usually unsophisticated, giving him ample time to get out of their reach with his
captures.  He stayed in a campground about 25 miles from the town, off-season, few would
remember him, staying to himself, pulling in after dark each night.  He had a number of
false alarms, thinking they might make good captures, but something always making him
hesitant.
        He had been following the latest candidate for three days, usually starting at
the local grocery store to find women that fit the characteristics he sought.  It wasn’t
hard to find out about them, small towns notoriously gossipy.  He was parked down the
street from her house, typing in notes onto his laptop, keeping a detailed schedule of
their day.  People had a tendency to lead structured lives, following set patterns even
though they would loathe admitting it.  Her name was Elizabeth.  She was 41, though I am
sure she wouldn’t admit that.  Lovely woman, short brown hair, good looking and a lovely
figure, though she didn’t dress to enhance it, more to hide it.  She was recently
divorced, and from what most said, her husband ran off with another woman.  When hard
pressed, many said that he was unsatisfied, emphasizing unsatisfied, small town talk for
Elizabeth not being very good in bed.  She had the body for it; she just needed the
training, Michael’s specialty.  But it wasn’t the mother that drew him, it was Haley.  The
lovely 19–year-old daughter.  Long brown hair that hung down to her waist, smallish
breasts but full hips and a great ass.  And he hoped like mother, like daughter, sexually
suppressed, maybe even a virgin.  She had graduated from high school, yet she didn’t have
a job and lived with mom, still trying to find her place in life.  Michael would be more
than willing to teach each the necessary skills to entertain him and his friends.
        It was all too easy, Michael ready to snatch them up when all of a sudden another
girl was thrown into the picture.  Michael scrambled to find out who she was, surprised to
find out Beth had another daughter, Jenna.  Michael should have known that, an
unpardonable sin for someone so meticulous and careful.  She was married, but it was
already gossiped that she left her husband.  Sexual reasons, though none really knew the
details or were too embarrassed to discuss it with a stranger.  She had blonde hair,
obviously bleached, but he would soon know her truth.  She had the tits in the family,
full breasts that begged to be touched.  And an equally lush ass that swayed provocatively
as she walked, sure that she didn’t realized the sexuality she threw off.  She pulled up
to the house, suitcases in her hands.  This was not a short stay, but a permanent change. 
Michael had never taken three at once, but it would make his task easier.  He required
four, one young girl already in his van, tied spread eagle to the wall in the enclosed
back, her mouth gagged with the large ball gag.  He loved the terror in her eyes each time
he went back there, sure that she thought he was going to rape her.  In time, he would,
but first he would take them all back to his house where he could leisurely rape and train
them for their new purpose in life.
        He snuck into the house when they went out for lunch, spiking all of the drinks
in the refrigerator, even the unopened bottle of wine, a thin syringe filling it with the
drug.  He waited, his truck parked down the street while he peeked in the window.  They
were all sitting down at the table, a heartfelt family dinner, Michael noticing the bottle
of wine on the table already half gone.  It wouldn’t be long, less than an hour.  He
watched until the bottle was empty, pleased that Mom even let Haley have a glass of wine. 
It made his job easier.  He went for his van, waiting for an hour impatiently before he
drove back to the house, quietly slipping his van up the driveway and around to the back
of the house where the neighbors wouldn’t see it.  He picked the lock on the back door,
going in without hesitation, the house silent except for the sound of the television
droning on incessantly.  There were his prey, three lovely women sprawled out on the
furniture, some of them ungracefully, their legs spread lewdly as if they were waiting for
him.
        He picked up Beth first, surprised that she was so light, throwing her over his
shoulder, his hand holding her ass as he went out the back door.  He propped her up
against the wall in the van, slowly attaching her arms to the shackles that were bolted
into the side walls, her body slumping down as he secured her.  His hands went to her
legs, pulling them wide and securing them, standing back to admire his handiwork.  His
cock was hard, part from sexual arousal but part from the thrill of the capture.  He
kissed Beth, his hand going between her legs as he felt her sex.  It wasn’t as good as
when she would be awake and feel the power he had over her.  He looked over at Paige. 
“Some friends for you, Paige.  Some very intimate friends for you.”  He went back into the
house, taking his time with Jenna, unable to contain himself, feeling up her tits before
he threw her over his shoulder and brought her to the van.  He made short work of securing
her to the other side so she could see her mother, his hands running up her legs and
pushing under her skirt to feel her pussy before he went back for the last one.
        Michael laid Haley on the couch, lying down next to her, his hands running over
her young body, his cock pushed against her hip, rubbing softly back and forth,
masturbating his cock on her.  He could feel her nipples beneath the sweater she wore,
pinching them until they perked up involuntarily.  He spread her legs, his hand sliding up
and down the sleek thighs, each time stopping short of touching her pussy, teasing
himself.  He kissed her, rolling on top of her, between her spread thighs, rubbing his
hard cock on her pussy as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.  He had a feeling that
Haley would be very submissive, only a little force needed to get her to comply with the
increasingly obscene requests he would require her to perform.  Not like Jenna or Beth. 
Only physical pain would force their compliance, or at least he was hoping that it would
be that way.  He reached down, unzipping his fly, pulling out his cock.  He yanked her
skirt up until his hot flesh felt her soft skin, sighing deeply as he began to masturbate
on her again, this time flesh against flesh, rubbing on her naked thigh.  He didn’t stop
until he spurted his cum on her skin, humping up and down until he was sated, at least
temporarily.  She looked so sexy on the couch, her eyes opened and glazed over as if she
was in bliss, her legs spread, her skirt hiked high up, his milky white sperm covering her
thigh.  It was as if she had just had the most exciting orgasm in her life.  He picked her
up, stringing her up across from Paige, spreading Haley’s legs, his cum beginning to
slowly drip down her thigh.  He went back into the house, straightening it up as if they
had gone to bed, messing up the beds.  It would be tomorrow at least or maybe if he was
lucky the next day before anyone would become concerned.  He could travel fast, driving
all night and day, making it home in a little more than half a day without stopping.  By
tomorrow night, he would begin to enjoy his catch, starting with Haley.