Survival - By Thunder
Chapter One
Vicky was a striking woman. Respected by her peers at the
prestigious law firm. She never failed to catch the men in the
office admiring her 5'10" athletic body she worked so hard on. She
needed the attention to re-assure herself that she had not lost her
appeal. At 45, she was starting over again since her husband Jim
of 18 years was killed in an automobile accident a year ago. Now,
she was alone to raise their only daughter Megan. Megan, at 17 is
a mirror image of her mom. Tall, long blond hair, ample breasts
but not as large as her mothers still perky 38D's. Both were proud
of their long, shapely legs. Both Vicky and Megan could share the
same jeans with a 34" inseam. After their loss of Jim, they grew
closer together and became more like close friends than mother and
daughter. Megan helped Vicky stay young in appearance by
suggesting a more revealing style of dress. Shorter skirts,
blouses that enhanced her proud breasts, stylish hair makeover and
even talked her back into wearing higher spike heels to make her
legs more attractive.
After winning a very important civil case recently, Vicky was being
considered for a partnership in the firm. She was presented with a
large cash bonus for her hard work on the case. She also received
a pair of tickets to the Bahamas for her and Megan to enjoy a two
week vacation. The bonus and vacation was a welcome adventure for
Vicky since she had not really had an opportunity to enjoy life
since the accident.
Megan was delighted as well and started planning their fun. The
first trip was to the swim wear shop for new bikinis. At Megan's
insistence, Vicky tried on a skimpy thong bikini with a half cup
demi style top with push up pads that made Vicky look even bigger
with lots of cleavage. Vicky almost put her foot down but Megan
prevailed and she bought the outrageous little thing just to
appease Megan. When they got home, Megan insisted on seeing what
it really looked like on her mom. When they both tried on their
new purchases to model for each other, it was very evident that a
bikini wax was needed for both. They giggled together and talked
about just shaving completely instead of the pain of a wax.
Megan didn't hesitate and ran off to perform the task at once.
Vicky went into her own bathroom and drew a nice hot bath. After
soaking for a while, she decided to go through with it and picked
up her razor. A few minutes later, Vicky held a hand mirror in
proper position to admire her handy work. She was surprised at
the feeling of arousal she had just looking at her nakedness.
Nothing to hide her charms now. She was having some very naughty
thoughts of the men at the office trying to peek up her skirt and
getting an eye full of what she was admiring in the mirror. She
knew it would drive them wild. She mused a bit about the
suggestion Megan kept making about getting rid of the suffocating
pantyhose and going for the lace top thigh high stocking she and
Megan had discovered at Victoria's Secret. Megan had purchased
several pair and told Vicky how wonderful they felt. Vicky made a
mental note to pick up a few pair for the trip.
After the bath and shave, Vicky went into the kitchen to fix some
dinner and Megan came in to help. Like a school girl, Vicky would
look at Megan and just start giggling and laughing about both of
them now being even more alike with bald pussies. They ate dinner
and then got down to the serious part of planning for the trip.
Three weeks later and it was the day of the big vacation.
Everything packed and ready to go, they went to the airport in a
limo. They were both dressed like twins and fairly hard to tell
apart. Both wore a white satin, button up the front blouse, black
skirt that stopped at mid thigh, identical heels, and for Vicky,
her new thigh high stocking and frilly panties. At the airport,
the driver came around to open the door for them. Megan was the
first out and Vicky was shocked to see Megan slide one leg out
first and was obviously giving the driver a good look up her
skirt. He had a smile a mile wide. Vicky got out and kept both
legs together and could tell the driver was disappointed as soon as
his smile disappeared. As soon as they got in the airport, Vicky
asked Megan what she thought she was doing. Megan just replied for
Vicky to lighten up and this was a vacation and they were supposed
to have fun. Attracting men's attention was fun. Vicky made an
off hand comment that she hopped the driver liked the panties Megan
had shown him. Megan just smiled at Vicky, put her finger to her
cheek and said innocently, "what panties?" Vicky smacked Megan on
her bottom in a playful manner. Arm and arm, they went off to the
ticket counter with the sky cap and bags following close behind
admiring the sight of these two exceptional women.
The flight was long but uneventful and they were met by a limo
driver to take them to their hotel. Megan pulled the same stunt
with the new driver and Vicky sternly warned Megan against causing
such an attraction that would get them in trouble. Megan just
giggled.
They got to the hotel and were very pleased at the upscale
surroundings. They were shown to their spacious two bedroom suite
and Megan kept running between the bedrooms trying to decide which
one she wanted while Vicky took care of the bell hop that delivered
the baggage. Megan chose her room and went off to put on her
bikini and told Vicky to get moving so they could hit the pool
before dinner and soak up some rays. Vicky went to the empty room
and changed. After admiring her body in the mirror for a few
minutes she felt good about the way the new suit flattered her
figure. She had never been in public before wearing a thong and
was a bit self conscious about sporting her ass cheeks for the
world to see. She stood there for a few minutes, looking at her
rear end in the mirror and decided she worked hard for what she was
looking at, she might as well show them off. She met Megan at the
door and off they went.
They found lounge chairs by the pool and each took turns rubbing
sun screen on each other bodies. Vicky felt a bit awkward standing
there with Megan seeming to take extra time rubbing lotion on her
ass cheeks. Megan was making them bounce and dance by rubbing back
and forth and up and down almost as if to show her mom off to
anyone that wanted to see her firm ass cheeks. Vicky finally
pulled away from Megan and spun around to see Megan grinning up at
her with a devilish look in her eyes. Megan giggled and said,
"C'mon Mom, flaunt it, you got it."
They both lay on the lounge chairs and enjoyed the sun. It felt so
good to be warmed to the bone and the oil just made their skin
tingle with vitality. Vicky had thoughts of wishing Jim could be
with them to enjoy the rewards of her hard work. Vicky must have
fallen asleep because she was startled when a waiter from the bar
asked her if she wanted a drink. She ordered an alcoholic drink
served in a pineapple for both her and Megan. Vicky was allowing
Megan to drink every so often to show her how to drink responsibly.
After they finished their drinks, they decided to go up to their
rooms to get ready for dinner. They showered and dressed for
dinner in the dinning room. Megan pleaded for just one more exotic
drink in the pineapple and Vicky called room service and had two
more sent to the room while they finished getting ready.
Room service knocked and Vicky came out of her room to answer the
door and was shocked to see Megan had already let the waiter into
the room. Megan was just holding a towel in front of her and
didn't even have it wrapped around her naked body. When Vicky saw
this she called Megan's name out loud and Megan turned to face
Vicky, exposing her naked ass to the waiter. Vicky was a bit angry
and told Megan to leave the room. Megan walked into her bedroom
but didn't cover up her backside as she went. Vicky shot the
waiter a stern look when she caught him admiring Megan's ass.
When the waiter left, Vicky took the drink into Megan and scolded
her about the dangers of flaunting it too much that it would do
nothing but get them into trouble. They sipped the drinks and
finished dressing. Megan put on a short white pleated shirt, dark
red silk blouse and matching red pumps with a moderate heel. At
Megan's instance, Vicky was dressed the same, even to the thigh
highs that Vicky had to admit were comfortable. Vicky insisted
Megan wear panties this time and though pouting, she put on a pair
of red lacy thong panties.
As they were about the leave, there was a knock on the door. There
stood the same waiter holding two more drinks, apologizing for his
rude behavior earlier and said the drinks were on the house. He
set them down and retreated in a hurry leaving the two women
looking at each other. Vicky shrugged her shoulders and said 'what
the hell" and handed the squealing and jumping Megan another
pineapple drink. They took the drinks to the balcony to admire the
sunset and sip their drinks.
About half way through the drink, Vicky started feeling dizzy. She
looked at Megan and saw Megan's eyes half closed and her pupils
dilated. Vicky knew they were in trouble and instinct took over.
Vicky stood and tried to walk into the living room area to call for
help. Her legs just didn't want to move. As she staggered into
the living area, frantically looking for the phone, she looked up
to see the door open and four men enter. The waiter that had
brought the drinks was one of them. She tried to speak but lost
consciousness.
Vicky woke with a crashing headache. Disoriented, her eyes started
to focus in the dim light. As she was coming to full
consciousness, she realized her hands were above her head for some
reason and tried to pull them down. She froze in panic when she
realized she couldn't free her hands. As she moved and tried to
free herself, she realized her muscles were sore when she tried to
move. She thought she must have been hanging there for quite some
time to have made her sore. As her eyes began to focus more, she
realized she was facing Megan who was hanging by her wrists less
that five feet away. Poor beautiful Megan, her hair disheveled and
covering her face. There was a puddle at Megan's feet and Vicky
knew she must have lost control of her bladder in her drug induced
sleep. Vicky wanted to go to Megan and hold her and make every
thing OK but she knew she had to keep her wits and survival
instincts sharp. There would be time later for consoling.
Vicky heard a door open behind her and spun around to confront the
threat. A small, well dressed oriental woman and a large, rather
ugly man entered together. The pair walked across the room and
stood on either side of Megan so they faced Vicky. The oriental
woman finally spoke after surveying the puddle under Megan. She
told Vicky her name was Mistress Kim and that Vicky and the little
kitten that needed house breaking was now her property. Vicky
asked what that meant and Mistress Kim replied she had purchased
Vicky and Megan from a slave trader from the Bahamas. When Vicky
insisted on knowing where they were and when they would be
released, Mistress Kim just laughed and walked up to Vicky.
Mistress Kim was quite a bit shorter than Vicky but she looked up
at Vicky with an evil look and just reached out with her delicate
small hand and stroked Vicky between her legs. Vicky was appalled
and drew back from the assault. Mistress Kim snapped her fingers
and the ugly thug knelt behind Vicky, grabbed her ankles and
roughly spread them apart. Mistress Kim again reached out her hand
and slipped it under Vicky's short skirt. Vicky tried to move away
from the unwanted touch but could not. Mistress Kim smiled up at
Vicky and said, "get used to being touched, that is what I bought
you two for".
Vicky almost passed out with rage at being touched in this manner.
Mistress Kim went on to explain that Vicky and Megan were now the
property of Mistress Kim's sex club in Thailand. The clientele
would pay big bucks to spend intimate time with such a tall
striking blond. Vicky struggled and wept at the cruel words
Mistress Kim was speaking. This was just too much to take and
Vicky lapsed back into unconsciousness.
The next time she woke, she was in a different room, sitting in a
chair. She was alone in the small room. She checked herself over
and she was still dressed as before, nothing wrong. But then she
felt the metal collar around her neck and the pad lock holding it
in place. A long chain was lying on the table next to her. There
was also a small ear piece like a hearing aid on the table. Next
to the table was a TV monitor. She called out to see if anyone was
there. Nothing.
A long time went by, or at least it seemed like a long time. Vicky
jerked in surprise as the monitor snapped on by itself and Mistress
Kim was on the monitor. She was seated and was talking into the
camera like she was just chatting with Vicky like they were old
friends. Vicky was repulsed by the woman, remembering the stroking
Mistress Kim had given her just before she passed out again.
Mistress Kim explained to Vicky that she was going to go on stage
in a few moments and do her first live performance. Vicky shot
back something like when hell freezes over.
Mistress Kim smiled gently and snapped her fingers. The camera
lens swung wide to the left and the new image shocked Vicky to her
toes. Megan, still hanging from her wrists with the ugly thug
standing very close. The camera swung back to Mistress Kim and
zoomed in for a close up of her face. Mistress Kim stared into the
camera and her whole face seemed to warp into something evil. She
spat the words out to Vicky that if Vicky did not do exactly what
she was told to do and without hesitation, the little virgin of a
daughter would loose her virginity to the ugly thug just waiting to
take care of the deed.
Vicky got so angry she was red in the face, her fists clenched in
rage. Mistress Kim changed her demeanor back to the sweet gentle
voice and asked Vicky to pick up the ear piece and put it in her
ear. Vicky got the ear piece and stuck it in. Mistress Kim spoke
into a microphone and Vicky could hear the awful voice in here ear
as if the evil woman was inside her head. The TV monitor went
black.
The ear piece crackled and Vicky heard the voice tell her to stand
up, face the wall and place her hands against it. Vicky did as she
was told and she heard the door open. Two large men came in and
took her by the arms and on the way out the door, one of them
grabbed the chain from the table. Vicky was taken to a dimly lit
area that was pretty large with a curtain on one side of the room
and a table at the other side against a wall. There was a curious
metal pole mounted in the middle of the room.
The two men took Vicky into the center of the room and locked one
end of the chain with a padlock to the metal collar around her
neck. With that done, one of the men got a step ladder and climbed
a few rungs to reach a hook suspended from a long wire that went to
the ceiling. When Vicky looked up to see what was going on, she
saw large lights suspended from the ceiling, the type used in stage
productions. How odd Vicky thought. The men then wheeled in a
large TV monitor and placed it up next to the large curtained wall
and about ten feet to Vicky's left. The monitor sparked on and the
image showed poor Megan still hanging there with the thug standing
next to her. This time, the pig had his cock out, stroking it with
one hand and squeezing Megan's breast with the other. Vicky
screamed only to hear the ear piece bark the order to shut up.
Mistress Kim explained in a firm tone that Vicky would perform
exactly as she was instructed to do or the ugly thug would rape
both of Megan's virgin holes while Vicky was forced to watch the
monitor. Vicky stiffened and agreed by shaking her head. Mistress
Kim's voice ordered Vicky to stand facing the curtain with her legs
apart and her head bowed. When Vicky complied, the curtain parted
and blazing lights blasted her in the face.
A roar went up from a crowd of men somewhere in the room. The
lights were so bright Vicky could not see them. She held up her
hands and the ear piece barked to get her hands away from her
face. In shock, Vicky dropped her hands immediately.
The ear piece talked to Vicky's brain and ordered Vicky to remove
her panties. Vicky hesitated and looked in fear at the monitor.
The thug reached under Megan's skirt and ripped the red lace
panties off her helpless body and held them up for Vicky to see.
Vicky started to tear up and reached for the hem of her skirt. As
she was raising the hem, the ear piece told her not to raise it too
high and give the crowd a look too soon. Vicky awkwardly peeled
the thong panties from between the cheeks of her ass and dropped
them on the floor. She was immediately ordered to pick them up and
throw them into the audience. As she started to reach for them,
the chain attached to her collar stopped her short and damn near
choked her.
She stood back up and screamed, "HOW"! The ear piece told her to
use her imagination and be quick about it. Vicky put the toe of
her shoe under the panties and kicked them into the audience. The
crowd cheered loudly.
The ear piece ordered Vicky to take off her blouse and bra. Vicky
froze and more tears welled up. Through the haze of tears, she
could see the monitor and was horrified to see the thug ripping
poor Megan's blouse to shreds. Vicky wailed but started to
unbutton her blouse. The crowd cheered again.
As Vicky was letting the blouse slide off the last arm, the ear
piece barked, "in the crowd, throw it NOW". Like a zombie, Vicky
tossed the blouse in the crowd. She could hear the mad scramble
for it. The ear piece barked for the bra next and Vicky glanced at
the monitor and saw poor Megan had already lost her bra and the
thug was pawing both naked breasts. Vicky screamed again and in
one quick movement, unhooked the bra and flung it away. In an act
of involuntary modesty, Vicky folded her arms across her breasts.
The ear piece barked an evil hiss into her brain, "stand up
straight you cunt and let them look at your tits." Vicky was so
shocked at this command and the way it was said and the language
used, she stood up straight like she had been shocked. Her hands
now at her sides, the crowd hooted and cat called yelling for her
to bounce her tits for them. The evil ear piece cooed in her ear,
"give them what they want slut, bounce your tits for them".
