East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 29 – The Prenuptial Agreement (or Don't Swindle a Scoundrel)

Joseph Loftus slowly set down the phone handset in his office and frowned. Normally stoic, he was stunned by what he had discovered when he picked up the phone, thinking he was going to call the restaurant to confirm his dinner reservations. His girlfriend, lover, and fiancé had evidently just dialed her sister as he picked up the phone. Embarrassed to have interrupted a personal call, he paused, uncertain how to break the connection unnoticed. Then the conspiratorial tone of the conversation stopped any action on his part. They were talking about him.

Anna Sawyer had telephoned her sister, Becky Sawyer, to compare notes on their scheme to defraud Joseph Loftus. Both women were trim, sexy vivacious girls that Joseph had felt drawn to from the time they met months before at a charity function in Raleigh, North Carolina.

From the phone conversation, it was obvious that Anna and Becky had specifically targeted Joseph Loftus based upon his mother's obituary in the Raleigh News and Observer. Joseph felt anger welling up about the callous way the two women discussed a plan to get his money. He realized that the only reason Anna called her sister was because he had just mentioned a prenuptial agreement. She was angry that the prenup would cap her potential share of the married couple's assets to two million dollars during the first year of marriage with increasing increments of one million dollars per year of continued marriage. She and Becky had hoped to get the family lawyers to offer an early settlement in the neighborhood of twenty million dollars. Joseph was doubly offended because he had overruled his lawyers and increased her share in the prenuptial agreement by tenfold over their advice. Given the complication of the prenuptial agreement, the two women were talking about the possibility of killing him after the wedding. They decided to leave this open for further discussion.

Joseph remembered that he had only attended the event because the charity had been a special project of his mother's. In town from his own business in the west, he was making funeral arrangements and starting the long process of settling his parent's estate. He had forced himself to attend the black-tie event, as he knew it was special to his mother. She had promised to make a substantial donation and Joseph felt obligated to fill in for her at the event. The two blonde southern belles had been seated at his table. Not knowing anyone else at the event, the three had instantly hit if off, enjoying the rather staid event. While dancing, he especially enjoyed the younger sister, Anna who at thirty-one was six years junior to Becky.

Joseph Loftus, at forty-one, was a retired United States Marine Corps Master Sergeant. Two years before, he abruptly retired with nearly twenty-two years service to manage his father's beloved ranch in New Mexico. Too old and too ill to run the isolated ranch, his eighty-year-old father had permanently returned to Raleigh, North Carolina along with his wife of forty years. Joseph counted his father fortunate, his heart simply stopped beating one night soon after he left his ranch. Joseph had inherited the ranch and several million dollars in cash. The bulk of the family fortune remained in the hands of his mother, a trophy wife who adored her older husband. His mother, only sixty-six, had just succumbed to her long battle with cancer.

"A honey trap," he muttered angrily. "The bloody bitches set me up for a fucking honey trap." He remained at his desk considering his options. The wedding was only a month away and he had already let Anna move into quest rooms at his mother's home in Cary, North Carolina. Her sister, Becky usually came over on weekends while he flew back to New Mexico on ranch business.

Finally, he came to a decision and pulled out his cell phone. During one of his assignments in the Marine Corps, he had befriended one of his junior marine corporals. On one memorable three-month deployment to Phnom Penh, he encountered his corporal at a local whorehouse. Joseph was leading a tiny Cambodian girl bound in tight black leather bondage down a dingy corridor by her twin nipple leashes. Corporal Steve Austin, carrying a small multi-pronged whip, was just walking out of a room. The two met in the hall, and Joseph could clearly see the sweaty, well-fucked and whip-striped whore in the corporal's room, still tightly bound, ass up in the bed.

The two friends grinned at getting caught with their bondage quirks so obvious. Over the remaining two months of the deployment, the two had tied, strapped, whipped, abused, and fucked whores together as they explored their way through every whorehouse they could find in the capital. Cash was king and their every wish was easily realized for enough American Greenbacks. Their TAD per diem allowance for meals and incidentals was about eighty dollars per day, more than enough to fund their wanderings through the Cambodian whorehouses. Joseph knew that Steve Austin was now out of the Marine Corps and that he had become some sort of 'fixer,' able to provide rapid, permanent solutions to customer problems. Apparently, his solutions were easiest, and cheapest, when the difficulty was caused by beautiful women.

"Steve, you thick-headed grunt, it's Joseph, your last fucking friend on earth. I have a problem with two ill-mannered bitches here. I was planning a major dog show with the youngest bitch; you should already have gotten an invite in the mail. Well, the big event is a bust. The bitch and her older littermate have become uncontrollable. The last straw was today, I discovered she just won't stop biting my hand. I was wondering if you could help me out by taking the two bitches off my hands. What do you think?"

The entire conversation lasted less than two minutes, plenty of time to establish that Steve had full authority to get the problem hounds off his hands and plenty of time to change the conniving cunts' destiny. They agreed that the least traumatic time for removal of the pets was during an upcoming trip back to the ranch in New Mexico. The bitches would be home, alone and ready for pickup.

"Buddy," Joseph said with relief, "obviously I want you to let me know of any expenses or fees required to find another home for these two dogs."

"Well," Steve responded with some humor in his voice, "this is a kinda special situation, you being nearly family and all. I'll probably waive any normal fees cause I gotta admit, I usually turn a profit if they are 'show-grade pets.' I'll get back with you if there are any issues. Else, your problem is solved and I only need you to let me know when you depart for the airport. After a few months, I'll let you know the final disposition of the bitches. Out here."

Steve set the phone down with a grin. He knew his east coast partner, Aaron Clarke, had been having second thoughts about enslaving, training, and selling innocents. This job was right down his alley. He correctly guessed that Aaron would enjoy the chance to turn a quick profit on two conniving, blood-sucking leeches. "Guess I'll have to cancel my flight reservation to the wedding," he mused while he fed Joseph Loftus' wedding announcement into his office shredder. The accompanying photos of Joseph standing next to a set of smiling sisters were sorted and placed into a scanner. Steve carefully cropped out his friend's face and then merged a memo into the digital photographs using a 128-bit encryption algorithm. Aaron Clarke would receive only a perfectly normal photo attachment to an e-mail. Only the two conspirators held the necessary double-decryption codes to pull out the images of the targets and the attached memo outlining the basic acquisition plan.

Joseph sat back with relief after releasing his friend to solve his problem. He was happy to have the entire problem taken out of his hands. Now that he thought about his just interrupted wedding plans, he realized that his relationship with Anna Sawyer had not been very fulfilling. It was more as if he was going through the motions to make his dead parents proud. "In fact," he thought to himself, "this is the most vanilla relationship I've had since high school. Sure, we fuck, but it's not that exciting; more like we go through the motions. She even sleeps in her own room. Joseph, what kind of limp dick wimp have you become?" Joseph decided that he was going to change things over the period of the few days remaining before he departed to New Mexico on his normal Friday evening flight.

Anna Sawyer sat at a makeup vanity in her lingerie. Joseph had quietly crept into her room to surprise her before dinner. The sight of her long blonde hair and the sexy red matching lingerie she wore triggered his long suppressed lust. He walked in quickly, his image in the mirror startling the devious woman. Joseph grasped her hair in one fist and strongly yanked back. He covered her mouth with his and passionately started a tongue fight with her. His left hand yanked her bra down, painfully pushing her nice tight titties up, making perfect targets for his tongue and teeth.

Anna gasped as his mouth left hers and before she could catch her breath, his teeth were nipping sharply at her throbbing tits. Her hair was yanked again and somehow she was falling down to the bedroom floor. Her tailbone struck bruisingly hard upon the thickly cushioned carpet. She opened her mouth to complain and unexpectedly, his erect cock slid deep into her throat. Anna gurgled when the dick plunged into her mouth and before she could figure out how their bodies became reversed in the fall, fingers from his hand slipped deep into her cunt. "Ughhh," she protested and then a weak "ahhh" escaped her filled mouth as his lips suctioned her clit against his teeth. She vaguely realized that her legs were held wide open by his elbows and his mouth was lightly latched against the top of her cunt while his thick fingers fucked deep into her cunt. Barely able to breath, she focused on keeping her nostrils open and upon the wondrous feelings coming from her pussy.

Joseph realized that this was the first time he had fucked this woman without a condom. Frankly, he no longer gave a flying fuck whether she was on birth control or whether she even wanted sex. Now, she was nothing but a sextoy for his use over the next few days. Thrusting hard, he felt his cockhead slip down her throat. She retched below him as his ball sacks thumped onto her eyes. Deciding to have a little mercy, he yanked out of her mouth, spun around, and sunk his engorged cock deep into her drooling cunt, sliding his big saliva-covered meat past her thin red thong strap.

Anna threw back her head and took a deep gasping breath as the giant dick was yanked out of her mouth. She was taking her second glorious gulp of air when his mouth covered hers again and she again felt her legs positioned widely apart. Her body arched in unconscious response as the dick plunged into her pussy. Her breath was momentarily taken away again from the lunging bar of fuck meat. The carpet burned against her shoulders and ass as Joseph kept up his insanely hard lunges into her pussy. After dozens of brutal thrusts, her head thumped against the baseboard of a wall and he kept plunging in hard, bending her head back. Amazingly, she felt alive and full of energy. Her normal adrenaline rush was from setting up a good scam and the danger associated with making a difficult, and dangerous plan work out. This time, he frightened her near to death with the brutal mouth rape and then the violent sexual attack on her body. She realized that even in her uncomfortably bowed position, her hips were fighting hard to fuck back against his every thrust. "Ohhh, Joseph! What are you … eiiiii … doing to me. Yessss, oh fuck, yes," she became more incoherent as the crescendo of sensations took over her nervous system. "Yesss, fuck me like I'm nothing but a cunt. Your cunt. Ohhhh, fuck your cunt, hard, Joseph. Yessss, … yesss … yess … yes … yeah." Limp from the most intense and satisfying orgasm of her thieving, lying life, her body was thrown to and fro as he continued to fuck hard into her.

For Joseph, it was wonderful as well. He realized that his best sex was not with females as equal partners; rather it was with a woman with no choice but to follow his lead in sex. The fact that Anna was both helpless below him and unable to resist sexually responding to his violent fucking made this especially satisfying. He also knew that in order to be perfect, this night of sex had to include forcing his way into her probably virgin ass. "Alas and alack," he paraphrased to himself, "I don't want to scare her away. No, bitch, … your ass is safe for now. But, I'll call Steve back and tell him to be sure and abuse it before he disposes of you." Joseph still had no idea that Steve was a slaver and that the disappearance of his victims was not because of their deaths; unless that is, they were not prime pieces of pussy (PPP). Hence Steve's comment on the phone to Joseph about 'show-grade bitches.'

Aaron Clarke (in his Robert Morgan identity) parked his rental sports utility vehicle (SUV) at a large convenience store just west of Interstate 95. He was less than one hour from his target, a large home in an older neighborhood in Cary, North Carolina. Built before gated communities became popular in the region, the five-acre lots were in a development with less than fifteen homes. The SUV had been rented at the Richmond, Virginia Airport. The rental was a one-way, thirty-day contract with a return in Jacksonville, Florida. Aaron had flown to Richmond from Miami as Justin Drake and he had already made a return ticket reservation from Jacksonville in the same name in thirty days.

Robert Morgan grinned at the simplicity of the plan. A quick call to his partner, Steve, confirmed that his targets would soon leave for the Raleigh-Durham Airport to drop off Joseph Loftus for his flight to New Mexico. The two sisters would stop with Joseph to eat dinner at a restaurant close by the airport. Robert finished fueling up and paid cash inside the store for the gas and a bag full of snacks and drinks.

The turn off the winding country road into the neighborhood was dark and isolated. Robert made his turns concisely, as if he knew exactly where he was going, and pulled right up to the target home's garage door. A numeric keypad was mounted on the column between the bays of the two car garage. After simply flicking up the cover and entering a four-digit number onto the lit keypad, he pulled the car into the garage. When the door thunked shut, Robert yanked the emergency lanyard, disengaging the gear system. Joseph was to have informed the women that the garage door was broken and that a repairman would come Monday morning. They were expecting to park outside the home and enter using the front door.

Now inside the dimly lit garage, Robert pulled two duffle bags out of the SUV and laid them on the garage floor. A sheet taken from one bag was spread out on the concrete and he hurriedly stripped off all his clothing. He slipped his legs into a black rubber full-body suit and pulled rubber booties on before closing the small hidden lower leg zippers over the boots. After a few seconds of comical contortion, the body suit was up around his torso and his hands popped out of the wrist openings. He pulled the long belly zipper partially up toward his chin and pulled on a matching open face hood. After tucking the bottom of the hood under the collar of his body suit, he zipped it up. Robert preferred the feel of kid leather gloves to rubber and pulled them on. He left the sheet and his clothing on the floor but picked up his two duffle bags and proceeded into the house.

Robert received his confirmation call from California that Joseph had entered the restaurant. He knew he had several hours to get ready for the women's return. First, he laid out his bags and equipment in the master bedroom, now used by Joseph since his mother's death. Leary of traveling with his favorite weapons, a stun gun and a taser gun, on a commercial flight, he had filled one bag with easier to explain, although kinky, items. Bondage cuffs, dog-training collars, rope, dildos, and handcuffs were in one bag along with a few items of personal clothing. The other bag held only other collapsible duffle bags and two bondage hoods and ballgags. All his normal abduction drugs were left behind in Miami, instead, he opted only for two of his favorite items that were easily concealed among his toiletries; a small jar of intensely hot Thai chili paste and a tube of strongly aromatic muscle relaxing cream.

Robert picked up a small notepad and began a through exploration of the home. Along the way, he noted small items of value that he would steal after subduing his new acquisitions. He paid special attention in Anna's room and lastly, focused on her sister's much simpler guest room. Finally familiar with the home's layout and completed with his listing of valuables, Robert returned to Joseph's room and sat on the floor to wait. He took a deep and began to employ his Yoga Pranayama breathing principles to relax and purify his body. He wanted to kill time while keeping his body alert and ready to move. The Pranayama was the first stage of his Bhandas. Robert took another deep breath and closed his eyes to concentrate on his body.

Several hours later, Joseph's car pulled into the driveway. Robert grinned as his legs easily unfolded from his lotus position and he popped up onto his feet, fully alert, relaxed, and ready to go. The grin was because he was certain that despite Joseph's declaration that the garage door was broken, the stupid bitches were in the car trying to get the garage door remote to function. The car doors opened and he heard one of the women complaining about the 'cheap bastard' and getting rid of 'this piece of shit house' as they stomped up the front walkway to use the front door.

"Amazing," Robert thought, "of all the wonderful things in life, these two are so shallow that a broken garage door sets them off. He stood behind the master bedroom's door, straining to determine where the women were headed. It sounded like they went into the kitchen.

Anna threw her handbag down on the granite counter and said, "Sis, I'm ready for some wine and a soak. What do you think?"

Becky pouted and said, "What about our plan to go out clubbing and pick up some real men. I haven't been laid properly in months. Working this shill has been hard work. It's time to loosen up some."

Anna winced at the thought of sex and said, "Look, girl. It's only Friday night. Let's save it for tomorrow and we'll have more energy to change into club attire and nail some hot studs." Anna wasn't sure when she was going to tell her sister about the abrupt change in her fiancé. She thought how Joseph had been fucking her every chance he had over the last few days. She hadn't found any bruises yet, but she ached all over from the rough sex. Just that morning, he had pushed her knees beside her ears on the bed mattress and bounced his lean body over her poor cunny for at least thirty minutes. It was raw and tender from the repeated violent lunges. She smiled ruefully as she also remembered her own orgasms as the man treated her so callously, not at all like the previously tender lover he had been that hadn't once made her explode in a decent orgasm. "That man can fuck!"

Her sister, Becky Sawyer replied with, "Why not. Let's enjoy this place. After all, this will soon be our house." Then with a malicious twist, she added, "Oh yeah, I meant ours once the wedding occurs. I want this crappy old house sold off after we get your divorce settlement."

Anna stopped uncorking the cold bottle of Viognier and said, "You still think you can get the old goat to jump your bones? I don't want to stay married to this guy for more than a month or so."

Becky replied with a loud ringing laugh, "Honey, you may be the younger of us, but I can get a man into bed faster than you. Anytime you want to bet, just let me know and you're on." As the laugh ended, she added to herself, "Baby, if you only knew what I did this afternoon while you were out running errands for the wedding. Hmmm, and I'm still tender; maybe it's best not to go out tonight. I might even figure out a way to pass on clubbing tomorrow night." She pushed her sore ass against the kitchen counter and thought, "Oh, if you only knew girl. I'm gonna get him to go after his new little wife like a ram on a flock of ewes." With a grin at Anna's upcoming surprise, she finished preparing the cheese and crackers on her tray.

Anna shook her head. She knew that her older sister was not at all sexually repressed. The Viognier open, she pulled a bottle of Merlot down to open for Becky. She couldn't help but wonder what her sister would say after a round of sex with the new super-charged Joseph Loftus. Grinning widely as she walked out toward the deck with the bottles of wine and glasses, she decided it would be a nice surprise for Becky. "After all," she thought gaily using her sister's own words, "she is the best at getting men into bed."

Still in their street clothes, the sisters drifted out of Robert's hearing and onto the rear deck. Quietly moving into the dark bathroom, Robert looked out a window over the Jacuzzi. He saw the women, still in their street clothes out on the dimly lit deck below. Well-hidden from its distant neighbors, the back patio was a perfect location for a hot tub. The two slim blondes were below, for the moment sitting on a wooden bench. Aaron saw that one was drinking white wine and the other red. Two just-opened bottles and a tray of snacks sat on a small nearby table. It was too dark to see which was the younger of the two. The longer-haired sister gulped down the last of her white wine and stood up. She kicked her heels off to the side and shrugged the straps of her knee-length dress off her shoulders. The black sheath simply floated down her perfect body. She leaned down to pick up the soft dress giving Robert a clear view of her stunning ass cheeks fully exposed on either side of her tiny black thong. Her tight tits barely moved as she leaned over and then stood erect. "Nice, package," Robert thought with a dry mouth.

While the first woman stepped gracefully into the gently swirling water, the other stood up and began to unbutton her dress. Longer, and more conservative, the dress fell open to reveal more traditional lingerie, a white matching bra and panty set. When the dress hit the deck, Robert blinked in surprise. "The woman's got a garter and hose on. Nice, indeed," he thought. "These two are much finer grade pussy than the picture from Steve Austin led me to believe."

Robert made a guess that the second blonde, the one with shorter hair and the less daring dress was the older sister. He also decided that despite her age at thirty-seven, he couldn't tell the difference between her body and her younger sisters in the dim light. "I can see how these two can make the honey-trap work so well. What man that is bedding the first sister could possibly resist the second?"

By now, Becky had provided more tantalizing views of her body as she contorted to remove her hose, garter belt, and bra. Like her sister, she slid into the tub wearing only her panties. Robert heard happy laughter and the faint clink of wine glasses as the two made a toast. "You two are guilty," he declared in a serious tone. "Yes, guilty of deceit, attempted murder, and even worse, bad manners. I sentence you to a situation beyond your control."

Eventually, he noticed that Anna, the thirty-one year old was getting ready to leave. Essentially naked, she emerged from the tub like a blonde goddess. In the dark, Robert couldn't see well enough to tell if her pussy was hairless, or simply well-trimmed. The black g-string thong and the dark patio kept that secret, "At least for now," he thought with a grin. She pulled a fluffy robe out of a small wardrobe closet and filled her wineglass again before heading into the house. Her clothes were left carelessly strewn on the wooden bench.

Becky emerged halfway from the tub, wet breasts glistening in the moonlight, to bend over to fill her own glass before she sunk back into the soothing tub. Sister gone, she slipped off her white panties and threw them, to land with a wet plop, beside Anna's black dress. She giggled and ran her free hand between her legs. Her fingers' goal was not her pussy, but her sore asshole. The aching pain caused a flashback to a scene from just that afternoon. Since Anna needed to proofread the wedding dinner menus, Joseph had sent his fiancé off to also pick up some last minute laundry needed for his trip back west and a new pair of leather work gloves for a fence mending project he was to start Saturday morning at the ranch. Anna and Becky had exchanged a quick conspiratorial glance before Anna eagerly agreed to run the errands. They needed to kindle a love interest between their mark, Joseph Loftus, and the sister; this was a perfect opportunity.

The lean ex-marine was intriguing to Becky and she looked forward to setting the stage for a future 'discovery' of their unfaithfulness soon after the wedding. Unfortunately for her, Anna had not yet shared the news that her sex life with Joseph had overnight changed from plain missionary style gentle screwing to wild, hard, skin-slapping sex. She had also not told her sister that she had completely lost any ability to guide the direction sex would take. Joseph had taken complete charge of his fiancé. Neither woman realized that after unearthing their scheme he had reclassified the women as warm pieces of fuck meat that were only kept breathing for his sexual satisfaction.

Becky scampered toward her bedroom and shouted down to Joseph that she was going to take the free time to bathe and then get ready early for the ride to the airport. Joseph grinned and thought about how he was going to seduce the woman who was so obviously willing to bed him. He knew it was all fake coyishness and was willing to take full advantage of the scheming woman.

After her quick shower, Becky peeked into her bedroom and saw no sign of Joseph. She ran over to her bedroom door and opened it wide. Then she dropped her towel on the carpeted bedroom floor, completely exposing her damp and totally naked form, and intentionally kicked her vanity chair with her shin. She shrieked in pain and fell to the carpet curled in a ball, clenching her now bleeding leg.

Joseph was still outside in the hall trying to decide on his next move when he heard the thump and then her cry of pain. He ran through the open doorway and skidded to a halt at the sight on the floor. Becky's lithe body was exposed to his view; curled up, her pussy was in clear view with its sparse forest of blonde hair providing scant protection. Joseph felt his cock lurch in his pants as he rushed over to kneel by her side. He grabbed the sobbing woman and cradled her in his arms; enjoying the view of her firm breasts and taut stomach. She was in perfect shape, her slim form a mirror of her younger sister. Joseph decided that except for their facial features and hair style, they could be identical twins.

Becky's sobs of pain were real, that's what made her and Anna such formidable con artists. They were perfect in executing their moves. Her leg really hurt and it was possible, at least from the blood, that she might need stitches. She felt her body being moved up onto his lap and his strong arms clasped her tenderly. "It was perfect," she thought with glee, "I have him feeling sorry for me, and he has me naked in his arms. He is so doomed!"

The damp towel on the floor made a makeshift bandage to help staunch the blood flow. Joseph was sure that a few butterfly bandages would treat the minor wound. He made soothing sounds and caressed her damp hair with one hand while the other held her firmly in place on her taut tummy. He was fully aware that his right hand was only inches above her pussy, hidden from view just below the curve of her pubic mound.

Joseph leaned down and kissed away her tears. "Shhh," he whispered, "I'll get you cleaned up and OK in just a few minutes. Just calm down, you'll be fine."

Becky loudly hiccupped and despite her pain giggled. She leaned in against his lean frame and hugged him. The move brought her top leg across his hand trapping it against her lower belly. Becky felt him rub the back of her head. She hid her grin against his stomach and she breathed out steadily, moving her hot breath through his shirt to his sensitive belly. "It is working out perfectly," she thought.

Joseph decided that he might as well go for the whole enchilada. "After all," he told himself, "this bitch can't say no to anything I propose. She's too afraid to lose the sham."

Becky felt his trapped hand slide out away from her tummy. It gently traced around her hip and moved to the small of her back before going straight to her ass cheek. She liked the move, in a few minutes she would pretend to become aware of what was happening between them and run into the bathroom, sobbing. She intended to pressure him again after a few weeks, to keep in interested in her as the wedding plans proceeded. Suddenly, she arched her back as two fingers plunged deep into her dry rectum. When her head flew back, Joseph rolled atop her and covered her lips with a wild kiss. She was so shocked at the change in events, that she was powerless to resist as his weight pinned her down.

He stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry Becky, but I couldn't resist that gorgeous ass of yours. Your sister is so bad in bed that I'm frustrated to the point of distraction. Anna just lays there like a hunk of meat. I have to have a good piece of pussy or I'm outa here."

Speechless, Becky just lay there under his muscular form as she wondered how her sister could have screwed things up so bad. "J..Joseph, wait, … I can talk to Anna later and see what's going on I know she loves you."

"No," Joseph said with a sob, "I'm calling things off as soon as she gets back. I love her, but I have to get laid properly."

Becky, gears finally spinning in her devious mind pulled him down for a long drawn out kiss. She felt him unzip his pants with one hand as the other mauled her breasts and ass, seemingly everywhere at once. His crotch thumped against hers and she knew that his shoes had just been kicked off when she heard on thud against the wall. "I'll get him off quickly and then focus him back on Anna," she thought.

Before she had even fully thought this through, he was completely naked on top of her, tongue deep down her throat and one hand buried in her pussy. Moments later, his tongue was exploring around the edges of her pussy lips. "Oh, yess," she moaned. Then she grinned inwardly, deciding to vocalize a little to offset her sisters seemingly vanilla sex with this man. "I'm gonna have to straighten out that lazy shit sister," she thought, "it was her task to keep this guy insanely happy, not so frustrated he would back out of the wedding."

She slurped his cock deep into her mouth. "Hmmm, lover," she whispered, "you have a really nice cock. I'm already hot to have you in my tight pussy."

Joseph grinned into her drooling pussy, and whispered back, "But, you don't understand Becky, I said I want a piece of ass and that's what I mean. Until you get Anna to set her virgin ass on my dick, you can keep me happy every Friday afternoon before my trips back to the ranch." He felt her body below him tense up at the threat of getting ass-fucked.

"J…Joseph," she stammered, "I don't like anal." "I can guarantee that you will love my pussy clasped tightly around your big dick," she added coyly.

The lean rancher didn't respond, he simply buried his face back in her loosening pussy. He felt her relax below him as he increased the stimulation on her clit. "Stupid cunt thinks she is safe now," he thought with a grin full of musky cunt, "just because she directed me to focus on her cunt."

Robert heard the younger sister pad up the stairs and pass his position on her way to her bedroom. In her relaxed state, she never noticed that Joseph's bedroom door silently opened behind her and a wraithlike form slipped behind her.

The first she knew something was wrong was the strong grip that covered her mouth and yanked her backward off her feet. Simultaneously, her kidney exploded in pain as Robert rabbit punched the woman as she flew backwards off her feet. She gurgled quietly through his hand and then collapsed onto her ass. Robert stuck his right hand under an arm and grabbed hold of her right breast to use as a handhold. He dragged her limp body by her breast into Joseph's room and ripped off her bathrobe, revealing a tight, young flawless body.

Before she could begin to recover from the shocking blow, she was gagged and then blindfolded under a leather discipline hood. Her weakly flailing arms were easily captured and wrist cuffs locked on. A leather X-strap arrangement and ankle cuffs set her in a loose hogtie on her belly. The X-strap didn't have locks, but Robert was sure Anna couldn't reach the release lever, let alone visualize what the thing behind her back was. Robert threw the helpless woman onto a comforter already spread on the bedroom floor and wrapped her up. The cushioned body was thrown unceremoniously into the Jacuzzi.

Robert peeked outside the window, standing over his newest captive, and saw that the older sister was still lounging in the steaming water. "Time for a little surprise," Robert muttered. He stepped into the shower stall, adjusted the water temperature and opened a flap in the crotch of his rubber suit. Robert's already thickening cock was shampooed off, it's slick newly shaved surface easily becoming clean. After a quick toweling of his shiny black body, he was ready, nine-inch cock primed to receive a condom and a thick layer of sex lubricant. He slipped down the hall like a silent ghost, with his rigid cock and balls hanging obscenely from the suit.

Becky dimly heard the home's sliding door open and close, but was too relaxed to wonder at her sister's quick return. "Come back for your clothes, you slovenly little thing?" she asked quietly.

Before she could draw in a breath to replace that just expelled in questioning her sister, a slim noose of 2-mm woven nylon cord dropped over her head and in tightening, yanked her half out of the tub. Her titties jiggled at the harsh movement of her body as she bent over painfully backwards, hands grasping desperately at her throat to open her breathing passage.

Robert released the garrote; its clever slipknot would stay tightly in place until he decided otherwise. He lassoed her feet with a section of 5-mm bondage cord and secured her ankles together, bruisingly tight in mere seconds.

Vision dimming from a lack of oxygen, Becky felt her shoulders thump hard on the rough wooden deck. She just couldn't get her fingers under the thin cord or loosen it in any way.

Robert easily captured her blindly questing hands and rolled the woman tits down onto the deck. A second handy length of bondage cord and her wrists were painfully locked behind her back. Only then did he ready himself to loosen the choking cord. He let Becky take a single deep heaving breath before he jammed a huge red ballgag into her open mouth. Not even winded during the easy capture, Robert slapped her nearest wet ass cheek with every ounce of strength in his muscular body. Her muffled shrieks of pain were too quiet to be heard beyond the limits of the deck.

His thin leather gloves got excellent purchase on her prominent nipples and he used these handles to yank her back into the hot tub. Becky was thrown face first against the far edge of the tub and Robert stepped in after her and grabbed at her hips and legs. A daunting sight, the burly man dressed all in wet black rubber moved to cover the victim with his body. Once her body was stabilized, he guided the plum-sized head of his cock to the entrance of her ass. Faced with the well-lubricated dick, her tiny ass could do nothing to stop the two hundred pound force driving the huge spike fully into her rectum.

Becky inwardly wailed at the penetration of her just broken in ass. "Not, my poor bum again, not after today!" Her muted howls of pain went unanswered. She could only contort her body in agony as her ass rape continued. His violent thrusts bruised her ribcage where it thumped against the hard fiberglass rim of the hot tub. The outward suction pulled her body back, only to plunge forward again onto the hard rim.

Robert Morgan drove his cock as hard as possible into the hot ass. Certain nobody would hear, he got her to wriggle in wrenching agony by slapping her ass cheeks, one after the other, over and over. When he finished spurting into the condom, he leaned back in satisfaction. His softening cock pulled out with an audible pop. He stood still to regain his breath from the strenuous workout before he pulled her unresisting form back onto the deck. The condom was tied off to keep any incriminating fluids locked inside and safely stowed in a hidden pocket on the thigh of his suit.

Aiming carefully, Robert began to forcefully bitch-slap the comatose woman. Robert proceeded to beat the unresisting woman methodically. He struck with his open palms across her ballgagged mouth and tender nose until blood started to ooze out of tears on her lips and her bloodied nose. Robert then rolled her over to grab her bound wrists and mercilessly dragged her limp body across the worn wooden deck, catching splinters in her proud tits and succulent hips. Becky's inert form was thrown onto the light-colored carpet in the living room. Robert took another short length of 5-mm nylon line out of a pocket and hogtied the abused woman's feet up to her bound wrists. He rolled her over long enough to extract a few bloody splinters that he set down on the carpet under her body before it rolled back. He stood up to be sure that blood dripping from her nose and torn lips was falling onto the carpet before he pulled out a voice-activated dog-training collar. He pulled out the drool-covered ballgag and tightly buckled the training collar onto her neck. He headed back upstairs; Anna Sawyer was next to receive his attention.

Before dealing with Anna, Robert took time to pick up a couple of his empty duffle bags and he quickly swept through the upstairs, stealing items already detailed on his notepad. All of the jewelry and small valuables that he had sighted were thrown into his bag; creating a mess of thrown open drawers and disheveled items in the process. Then, he pulled aside a painting on the bedroom wall and revealed a small safe that protruded into a concrete column hidden in the closet. Quickly, he punched in a six digit number, the enter key, another six digit number, the enter key, a final six digit number, and then he hit the accept button. The safe whirred and an internal electric motor slide aside the locking bars keeping the safe shut. Inside were only a few useless items that already had a pawed through look. Pulling a few of the items forward to fall onto the bedroom floor, he turned away, satisfied that the safe was as it should be. Robert quickly finished up in the master bedroom.

Anna had little of value in her room except for some interesting costume jewelry. Robert stole all of that and every piece of her sexiest lingerie and her few miniskirts. He did take the time to gather up any loose papers that the woman had in the room. Nothing else was worth stealing. He would gather up their purses from the kitchen downstairs. Next stop was Becky's bedroom. She had less in the room than her sister. Within minutes, Robert was finished upstairs.

He finished packing his stuff and brought the bags downstairs. Anna was the last cargo to come down the stairs, naked form thumping from carpeted step to carpeted step. She was a painful mass of rug burns by the time her hooded form was laid to rest next to her sister. Robert flipped the comforter he had used upstairs to cushion Anna's short rest in the Jacuzzi out on the living room floor. This time the older sister was laid upon it, and after her hogtie was undone, was tightly rolled up and strapped with two-inch packing tape inside the giant roll. Robert grinned at the sight. He decided to christen the look a 'pussy roll.' "After all," he thought, "later I will eat this raw pussy just like sushi."

Robert shrugged the woman's deadweight up onto his shoulder and headed out to the garage. Becky's place was at the extreme back of the SUV. The bags of booty and bondage equipment were laid around and over her reclining form. After returning to the house, Robert proceeded to make a mess of every downstairs drawer and shelf. There was little of value as Joseph had already shipped anything of real, or sentimental, value from his parents home out to his ranch in New Mexico. Robert knew from Steve Austin that the home would be put on the market soon. With the removal of his fiancé and future sister-in-law from his life, there was nothing to tie him to the Raleigh area.

The old home theater system was removed as were any loose movie and audio CDs in the home. Altogether, it would have been a poor haul for thieves unless they were totally desperate. Robert hoped Becky's blood and obvious signs of physical abuse at the hot tub and on the livingroom carpet would clue detectives that violence occurred in the home. Robert made a last run out to the hot tub where he pulled the paper filter out of the unit and threw in a new, replacement unit. Then, he went upstairs for a final cleaning of the shower and removal of the shower drain. The drain cover was carefully cleaned out in the toilet before he replaced it. An entire bottle of thick, jelly-like drain cleaner was spread across the bottom of the cleaned shower floor to trickle down the drain. The industrial strength drain cleaner would consume any evidence that might have remained.

Robert sat down on Anna's hooded, gagged, and bound form. He unzipped the bondage hood and yanked out the ballgag. Anna took a deep breath and Robert punched her, hard, on her left cheek. When her head thumped back, Robert shoved the ballgag back in and reached over for her dog-training collar. After it was tightly buckled up, he again yanked out the ballgag and turned away to gather up some of his loose gear.

She immediately took another deep breath and the instant her vocal cords started to vibrate, the collar let loose an immediate shock. Breathless from the painful shock, she realized that not even a squeak escaped her lips. She tried again, and the collar immediately stopped her vocalization with the powerful electric shock.

Robert ran his hand caressingly across her cheek and said, "Little slave, it's no use. The collar works at the speed of light, that's 882,000 times faster than the paltry speed of sound from your little voice box. You will never win this contest. Keep going and I will increase the shock level or add other torments." Robert left her to mull over the futility of resisting the collar while he finished dragging the last of his gear and booty out to the van. When he returned, he roughly grabbed the silently sobbing woman by an armpit and he dragged her across the room toward the garage. Her bound feet dragged across the carpet.

Robert sat Anna upright in the front passenger seat and warned her, "I'm gonna undo your hands to make you more comfortable. Fight back and I will really hurt you, badly. Nod if you understand."

After Anna nodded, Robert replied, "Good. Behave and it will go easier. By the way, if you resist, then I punish both you and your sister, Becky. It's the way I always train my sluts."

Anna stiffened at the mention of her sister and the cruel word 'sluts'; she nodded her understanding as more tears silently dripped down her cheeks. She couldn't comprehend what was going on. This strong man manhandled her like a professional and he mentioned training sluts. "Oh, God!" she moaned to herself, "What is going on here."

Robert wrapped a leather belt around her slim waist and yanked her head forward to get to the buckles at the small of her back. He tightened them until she tried to grunt, again she was shocked, and then he buckled a set of wristcuffs on her. Despite his warning, Robert was taking no chances, he snapped one wrist to a side loop before he untied her hands. Thus, she never had but one hand free. He easily levered the last wrist over to the other side of her belt. Still bent forward, he flipped one of Joseph's large shirts behind her and then set her back in the seat. A chain-type dog leash was clipped to a steel loop at the back of her collar and wrapped tightly around the seat's headrest. Robert had the pleasant task of buttoning the skirt over her nice tits. She didn't even flinch as he palmed her breasts, one by one. "Nice utters, cow. Yes, you are nothing but livestock now. You are only alive because you have a tight cunt, ass, and a nice sloppy wet mouth. You will learn to excel at what tasks you are given in order to earn your right to breathe. In other words, you better fuck like the best whore on earth or you will be snuffed."

Robert then tied a rope around her feet, fed the free end under the passenger seat, and tied it off. Anna was now tightly restrained and held in her seat by the collar, the seatbelt, and her feet. Robert picked up a couple of items from the floor and opened two buttons on the man's shirt. He slipped a hand through the opening to play with her nipple. After the nipple responded by becoming hard as a pencil eraser, he clipped a sharp-toothed nipple clamp over it. She wriggled in dismay as he began to play with her other nipple. It also betrayed her by becoming hard and erect. Soon it sported an identical nipple clamp. Robert then dangled two light metal leashes in front of her face. "These, my dear, are nipple leashes. They clip to the ends of the clamps. Hurt don't they? When I tug, I want your instant attention."

Anna was helpless to stop him as he clipped one of the leads onto her right titty; it sagged slightly downward from the weight of the chain. She heard a slip snap, and then her left nipple was leashed as well. Robert buttoned up the shirt again and slipped the leads through. He laid the leads down on the driver's seat.

Robert reset the emergency release mechanism for the garage door, opened it, and drove his rental SUV out of the dark garage. Within seconds, the door was closing behind him as he drove the two women away from their prior lives. Every once in a while, he tugged on the titty leashes; she could do nothing except look intently for a cue to what he wanted.

Robert drove away from the small development and headed back toward Raleigh. He held a small remote control unit in front of the terrified blonde and said, "This is the controller for your collar. To turn if on, all I have to do is push the reset button. It's a little more complicated to get the collar to go into pause mode; but I'm going to do it for a while. You better pay attention to my commands if you don't want to feel real pain."

Anna tried to watch carefully to see what he did to turn off the damnable controller. It was no use, his hands blocked her view, and he looked up in time to see her intent. Blinding pain exploded in her tits as he yanked hard on the leashes.

"Nasty cunt! You better learn proper manners! OK, you lying, cheating bitch, no talking except to guide me toward your house. We have some business there."

Breasts still throbbing and her body already stiff and sore from her rough handling, she felt there was no option except to follow his instructions. About thirty minutes later, they pulled up in front of a small house.

Robert thumbed the remote control on her garage door opener and pulled in. He then punched the reset button on the collar controller and said, "Stay, bitch." With a laugh, he opened his door and left the miserable woman alone. Robert had little that he needed to accomplish here at the conniving bitches' home. He felt it necessary to make a search to remove any evidence of the Sawyer's prior scams, if only to keep the authorities from thinking his client acted against them after discovering their intent.

The girls had kept some records of their schemes, mostly in the form of photographs and bank account statements. The two had easily squirreled away $450 thousand between them, all safely in overseas accounts easily accessible through electronic transactions. Robert shook his head at their greed. The damning photo albums were packed away in his duffle bags along with anything that referred to their bank accounts and any prior identities. The women had several passports, from both the United States and from Italy, with several identities. Robert thought it interesting that regardless of the last name used, the women always kept their first names the same. "You two should have quit while you were ahead. Now you've just made me a lot of money and given me the enjoyment of breaking two sluts as punishment for their evil actions. Oh, yes. I love this fucking life."

Robert opened the passenger door of the SUV to check on Anna. He looked into her terror filled eyes and laughed as he threw the single bag of stolen identity documents and bank papers at her feet. "Maybe that rich fiancé of yours will buy you back from me?" he asked with a grin.

Anna's heart lurched at the thought of possible freedom and she nodded her head up and down vigorously. The man snaked a hand down between her legs, bruisingly forcing its way toward her defenseless pussy. She felt her lips move as his fingers forced their way into her pussy, bone dry with fear. "The problem is," she heard him whisper into her ear; "I may not want to let you loose before I teach you how to fuck properly. Are you a good fuck?" She again nodded hard to let him know she was good in bed.

Robert looked at the woman, desperate to please him and escape back to her nice safe victim. "Girl, he said with a feral grin, I wonder how good you really are. I might give you the chance to prove it in a few hours." He wormed more fingers hard into her pussy, making her flinch with pain. "Problem is," he continued, "you rich bitches are usually lousy fucks. Think how much you might be worth to me if your finance wants to buy you back."

With a final twist of his now wet hand, Robert yanked it out and wiped it off on her face. The door slammed shut on the long-haired blonde and too soon for her, the SUV pulled out of her garage, taking her further from the life she had striven so hard to make. Just as she lost sight of her home, she heard him laugh and say something about, "How fucking good life is."

"I don't agree with that right now, you bastard," she thought in return.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com

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