Drive By – Priscilla Owned                                                                       Trapper

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Priscilla Surrenders

Priscilla wept quietly, she shuddered when the door silently opened and he entered. She looked over at her mother and best friend. Both were naked, hands cuffed behind their backs, on their knees, the cuffs had a chain leading up between their shoulders. The chain was fastened to a large chain dog collar around their necks. Both women were in extreme pain as they forced themselves to keep their bound wrists high up almost to their shoulder blades to keep from choking. 

This was the first time she had seen her mother and friend in two days. She had been kept naked, in the dark, unfed or watered. She had laid upon a straw bed those two horrible dark days as she listened to her mother and her friend shriek and scream. She had listened to him as he commanded them to lick each other, to spread their cheeks and take him anally. For two days the rapes had gone on almost night and day. Now it was her turn!

Priscilla heard him chuckle. She kept her gaze fastened on the floor, afraid to look at him, afraid of what was coming. Fear choked her voice to a whimper when she heard him ask, “You ready little one, are you ready to give me your love, are you ready to dedicate yourself to me?”

She slowly looked up at the tall powerfully built man. He who had purchased her, bought and paid for her and her virginity; he who had paid extra for her best friend and mother. Priscilla trembled as she saw him staring at her, his eyes roaming over her naked body.

Without a word he walked over to her mother. “Open,” he commanded. Her mother opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Priscilla jumped when she saw his open palm streak downward. The slap made a loud crack that resounded throughout the room. Her mother gasped and looked up at him. Her mouth opened back up and her eyes stayed open and locked on his. “Better, much better. You are a little older than what I consider trainable, but you look so much like your daughter and her friend, almost like three sisters. No matter, if you don’t work out, if you don’t learn to obey me instantly no matter what I command; you will go out to take care of the men working in the jungle…and you will never see your daughter again.”  

Priscilla saw a shiny film cover her mother’s eyes. She was trying hard not to cry, to show any outward emotion to the cruel man who had purchased her. 

She watched as he walked past her mother and stopped in front of her best friend, Shannon. Shannon had the misfortune of stopping to pick Priss up for school. She had walked right into the house, walked right into a beating, rape and abduction. Since she had the same fantastic body and good looks, as the mother-daughter combination the slaver was intent on turning into high priced merchandise, she was taken along too. It was Shannon’s misfortune to look almost like a darker haired version of Priscilla and her beautiful mother and also a case of bad timing. A half hour later and she would have been one of the horrified townspeople who wondered what could have happened to the mother and daughter who had so mysteriously disappeared. 

He unfastened Shannon from the wall and pulled her to her feet. Almost casually he licked her neck, nipped her ear with his perfect white teeth and began to rub her freshly shaved vaginal mound. Priss stood staring as he slipped a finger into her best friend’s vagina and began to work it in and out. She watched both fascinated and horrified as he so casually began to assault her best friend. A glance at her mother who was kneeling next to the two showed Priss that she too was watching with wide-eyed horror.

The mother and daughter stared as the big man began to maul Shannon’s tits, to kiss her on the mouth while his other hand continued to massage and finger the trembling girl’s rapidly dampening cunt.

“Good girl, very good, you are obedient, you don’t resist, your will be rewarded for good behavior,” they heard him tell the trembling girl.

“Ahh, you, you will be a good girl too,” he said as he turned to Priss. “You are going to be my newest bride. Today I take you to my bed and make a woman out of you. I am going to fill your womb with my seed. If you are a good, very good, I make sure you don’t get pregnant. I will keep you for a few years and then send you off to live as a rich young woman. I have had a dozen young virgin brides. You are the most beautiful of all who have come to serve me. You will learn to please my every desire and you will do it any time, any place any way I command.”  Priscilla stood trembling as she looked at her mother and her friend. Both stared at her, both seemed to be holding their breath, to be shocked rigid and immobile.

Shannon was forced onto the bed on her back. Her pink slit showed wet and pink as he arranged her legs. “Come my little bride,” Startled, Priss looked up at him. He was wagging his right hand at her as he commanded her to come to him. Hesitantly she crossed the room and stood silently before him. “Up on the bed on your knees my beautiful one, get up on the bed and let your friend get you ready for your deflowering,” he commanded. 

Priscilla looked down at Shannon sprawled out on the bed. Her handcuffs were off; all that remained was the collar. Then it sunk into Priss’s consciousness; he wanted her to sit on her friend’s face. He wanted them to do something lesbian while he watched. He wanted her friend to perform oral sex on her to get her ready for sex with him.

“NOOOOO, NOOOOO,” Priscilla screamed and ran to the door. It was locked. Frantically she pulled on the unyielding handle. It would not budge. Suddenly she realized the consequences of her actions put her in danger of a severe beating. The beautiful young teen swirled around to see the room exactly as it was before her refusal and attempted escape. She suddenly felt like a balloon that had been punctured and deflated. “Please, please let us go, don’t do this, please, don’t hurt us, we won’t tell anyone, please, I’m begging, please, don’t hurt us anymore!” Her pleading did not seem to affect him in the least. Slowly he walked over to Priscilla’s mother. “Your girl has a lot of spirit Clair, she has a lot of backbone. That is good, but it is bad too. I expect her to obey me even if she resists a little. As you see, she does resist, that is ok, and in fact I like it. But, she does not obey. Now there must be punishment administered to correct this situation.”

The two teens and Clair stared at the big man. His cruel, scarred face broke into a grin as he walked over to a large leather strap hanging on the wall. “My gringo supplier says you all have tasted the sweet sting of leather, you all respect the kiss of the strap. Is this true?” suddenly he turned to the kneeling Clair. “Do you wish to take the punishment and therefore correct this situation, or shall I administer it to my lovely bride, or perhaps her friend?”  

Priss watched, shocked as her mother replied, “Please, don’t beat me, please, I have obeyed your every command, please, don’t hurt the girls either, please, I’m begging you.”

Priss jerked as he turned to her. She backed up to the bed until she was forced to stand or fall. Suddenly the heavy leather strap was a blur streaking by her face. She screamed and fell backwards, aware of a loud smacking noise and another shrill scream of pain. She looked quickly to her left and saw the belt resting on her best friends stomach, a four-inch wide bright red stripe was across both of Shannon’s breasts. She was crying, hands held into tight fists beside her quaking body as she fought the pain and lay as still and obedient as possible.

Priscilla gasped in horror as the belt slowly slid across Shannon’s stomach and began to rise into the air. “Ok, ok, you sick bastard, I’ll do it, don’t hit her again,” she screamed at him. “Do it now my little bride, get up on your knees and do it quickly,” he told her as he shook the belt in the air.

Priss, with tears blinding her, turned to face her friend. Slowly, she spread her legs and brought the right one over Shannon’s quivering body. Holding her breath, she crawled up until her crotch was hovering over her friends face. Placing both hands out in front of her she slowly lowered her vagina to Shannon. She felt the gentle pressure of her friend’s hands guide her down and then she felt a hot wet jolt.  Looking up at a mirror on the wall she could see Shannon’s head between her legs. A hot rush ran through Priss as Shannon’s probing tongue licked across her inner lips and brushed up against her clit. “Ugh, ohhhh, gaaaaaa, nooooooooooo,” the desperate young blonde fought the hot wet tongue that was making her pussy rapidly form juices. 

After only a minute of her friend’s oral ministrations Priscilla could feel juices flowing from within her vagina, she could feel her vaginal lips swelling; she could also feel her hips begin to subtlety wiggle a little to keep the probing tongue near her clit.

Suddenly she realized she was hearing the sounds of clothing being removed. Looking up into the mirror she saw him taking off the last remaining piece, his under shorts. As the shorts came down his cock sprang up into view. In was monstrous, it belonged on a pony, not a man. 

An image of the man who had abducted them flashed through her mind. He had forced her to suck his cock, he had raped her mother and Shannon and he had anally raped her. She could remember every bit of the pain of that assault. When he had forced himself into her anus the pain was so severe she wanted to die, pleaded with him to pull out, promised to obey, anything to stop the horrible pain of his big cock as it slowly broke open her ass and wrought havoc in her cramping bowels. He had not paid attention and Priscilla had slowly lowered her head to the bed, screamed, bucked and fought as he lunged full length into her torn back passage, depositing his salty cream into her burning bowels. The man who had taken her in the ass had a cock half the size of this mans.
 
“Noooo, noooo, I won’t do it,” Priss screamed as she jumped up off Shannon’s probing tongue. Again she ran to the door, pulled futilely on the handle, again it refused to budge.

Spinning to face him she found he was still standing at Shannon’s feet. Horrified, she saw the heavy leather strap smash into Shannon’s shaved vagina. She heard the startled shriek as the belt rebounded off the prostrate girls bare sex, watched transfixed, as an almost slow motion scene of horror unfolded before her. The wide leather strap descended with loud cracking noises upon her girlfriend’ tits, her stomach, and then her thighs. She laid screaming, bucking, shaking, taking blow after blow with her fists still tightly clenched at her sides.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Priscilla shrieked at the completely out of control drug lord. He spun towards her mother. Clair screamed and tried to press against the wall. The heavy strap began to loudly smack onto the screaming woman. Angry red stripes appeared upon her breasts, arms and thighs. Locked into a squatting position, chained to the wall, the helpless woman could only scream and beg for mercy as she was beaten unmercifully until she sagged towards the floor.

“NOOOOOO, STOP,” Priscilla screamed as her mother was beaten almost unconscious. Suddenly she could not take it any more, she attacked him, tried to keep her mother from his merciless attack. Her nails racked his naked back, her tiny fists beat his shoulders,  she lunged at the strap trying to take it away from him. 

She saw him shuddering as she flailed him, assumed it was because of his rage. To her surprise, he turned to face her and she saw he was laughing. He was amused by her defense of her mother. “Good, good, I like a spirited bride,” he told her. “Fuck you, you bastard, let us go you fucking pervert, you sadistic fuck,” the beautiful young blonde shrieked. “Look at the walls, your are a fruitcake, a mental whacko, a pervert,” she continued to scream as she pointed at poster sized color enlargements of Shannon and herself along with the rest of her high school’s cheer squad. He had found photos of them taken at games and had the sexiest ones blown up. Almost all of them were of her and Shannon jumping into the air, skirts to their waists, panties showing.

His answer to her tirade was to reach down and stroke his hard cock. Slowly he advanced upon her, grinning, stroking, and uttering incomprehensible threats.

Priscilla jumped upon the bed, spun around and jumped to the closet door; it was locked. He was on the bed reaching for her. She ran to the entry door, screaming, shrieking; she felt his fingertips brush her long blonde hair. She jumped onto the bed just as he jumped off; she spun around to face him when her feet went out from under her. He had grasped the bedspread and jerked it upwards. Priss landed on her ass, tried to get up, it was useless, her feet were grabbed and she was pulled towards him.

“NOOOOOOOOO, HELP, NOOOOO,” she screamed, bucked and fought as he stepped between her widely stretched legs. He was staring down at her shaved sex as he laughed out loud. “Keep fighting my little one, I like a good fight, your virgin cunt is going to be one of my most memorable,” he told her. Priss sat up, struck at his face, pulled at his hair. Then it happened. She heard distant thunder, saw lightening flash, and became weak and sagged back to the bed. He had struck her on the jaw. Vaguely, she felt her knees raising, felt her thighs being spread, felt his hot skin touch the inside of her thighs…. and then felt a hot spear like object jabbing into her naked vulva. Priscilla’s eyes flew open; she looked down and saw the huge cock was jammed between her thighs. Her sex was widely splayed; the head of his cock was lodged into her vaginal opening. It was huge; she instinctively knew he was much bigger than normal men. The head of his cock was halfway into her tightly stretched opening. It was the size of a very large boiled egg. Only this egg was an angry shiny red-purple and it was causing her almost as much pain as when her ass was raped.

“GAHHHH, NOOOOOO, IEEEEEEE,” she screamed. He had lunged into her, penetrating her only slightly. But it was enough to force the huge head almost all the way through the tight unused opening. She looked down as she desperately took up the battle again. Her plump mound was shiny pink, not a hair was left on it. Her outer lips were stretched into two thin pink bands of tortured flesh as they resisted his entry. She could see her inner lips, still wet and shiny from Shannon’s licking, as she were rudely, roughly being stretched to the point of tearing. She shook her head and reached for the murderous meaty spear. He slapped her hand away and grabbed her by her long mane of blonde hair. Painfully he jerked her up into a reclining position and slowly pressed the huge shaft into her. 

Priscilla screamed and bucked harder. The shaft had pressured the gigantic head into her tortured opening. She felt the head pop through and into her vagina. He hesitated, looked down at her and tried to give her a kiss on the mouth. She bit his lip! He pulled back, surprised, put his hand up to his bloody swollen lip; and smashed a fish into her face!

Priss slammed back into the bed, her head a confused flash of bright colors. Something smashed into her stomach, her breath left her, another smashing fist hit her right breast. She tried to scream; there was no air in her lungs. A ripping, tearing pain tore through her right breast. Her pussy felt like it was being ripped out from between her thighs. She shook her head and look down. He had jerked her high over his head, one hand cruelly gripping her left breast, the other so tightly dug into her pussy that she thought her vaginal lips were going to be ripped off. He smashed her down into the bed on her back. She bounced two feet up off the bed only to have one of his fists hit her in the gut. She landed on the bed, winded, unable to resist any longer. That is when the pain started. He picked up the leather strap and began to beat her tits and stomach. When she tried to hold her hands up to protect herself he would smash another powerful fist into her gut and cut off her wind again. She was constantly struggling to just get air into her lungs as he smashed fists into her solar plexus and stomach. Between punches a mad flurry of blows from the strap exploded all over her breasts, stomach and legs. Priss lay back; fading into unconsciousness as the enraged drug lord reached down and jerked her to her feet using her long blonde hair as a handle.

She could feel herself being stood up, felt the bed at the front of her knees, felt herself being forced to bend over. Her head hit the bed’s coverlet, was pushed deep into the thick material. Vaguely she felt something fumble around at the juncture of her thighs, something hard and hot. And then she screamed so loud and long that she felt blood trickle down her throat.

He was raping her. She felt the huge knob at the end of his long thick shaft spread her virginal opening. He speared right through the tight ring, ripping and tearing soft tissues. He ripped through the tight ring, tore through her maidenhead and plowed into her womb.

Priss exploded as the pain hit her. She frantically tossed her head, pushed back at him shook her ass, screamed for him to stop, tried desperately to dislodge his rampaging, raping cock from her ripped and bleeding vagina. His cruel laugh echoed in her mind as he pulled back and stabbed her again. The dry lining of her vagina was stuck to the huge shaft lodged deeply into her womb. When he pulled back the lining resisted and tore loose of the shaft. This brought the loudest shriek of all from the terrified teen. Again and again he plunged the dry shaft into her equally dry cunt. After a dozen painful tearing lances into her, the blood from her rape started lubricating her dry, shredded walls. He never slowed down; he rammed himself as deeply into the terrified cheerleader as hard and painfully as he could stand. The continuous screaming made his cock even harder.

Priss felt her hair released and both of his hands grip her hips.  He pulled her up into a bent over standing position and started pounding her torn bloody vagina with an out of control fury.

 Shannon lay on the bed watching the bloody 12-inch shaft rip into her friend’s pussy. She could see the tightly stretched lips painfully pulled back out and disappear into Priss as the two-inch wide shaft sawed into the dry vaginal tissues of the screaming girl.

Clair, still wearing chains, struggled to get free to help her baby. It was useless. She too could the huge cock as it split her daughter’s virginal lips and drove full length into the screaming girl’s vagina. She watched in shock as the great bloody shaft pulled all the way out only to pop back through the shiny red blood coated lips as it quickly disappeared into her struggling, screaming daughter.

“From far away she heard him, UGH, UGH, UGH, OHHHhhhhh, yessssss, ugh ahhhhhhhh.”  A hot wet liquid bathed her womb. She was bent over at the waist, his monster cock lodged firmly into her. The head had brutally penetrated her cervix with each deep thrust. He seeded her womb from within.

“GAHHHHHH,” Priss screamed as he brutally ripped the huge shaft out of her torn cunt.  He slapped her painfully on the ass and spun her around. “Crack,” a loud noise penetrated her consciousness. He was slapping her to get her attention. She looked up and found herself on her knees. His gigantic bloody lance was in her face. “Suck it clean, lick it you stupid cunt,” he screamed at her. The broken girl opened her mouth and began to lave the bloody spear clean. Her mind was almost vacant, only fear and pain were in her thoughts. She felt the cock thicken, felt it begin to probe her throat felt it convulse and spew a thick salty cream into her mouth. She sucked, swallowed and cleaned his bloody cock just as he ordered; her resistance was permanently gone. 

He pulled the shiny clean cock out of her throat and mouth. Priss fought for breath, held the remnants of his sticky load in her mouth for a moment and then swallowed. “His cum,” she thought, “is as bitter as defeat!” 

Priss lay on the bed beside Shannon. She watched through almost vacant eyes as the rapist approached her mother. She heard a brief conversation; watched, as Clair was unchained. With no emotion at all, she watched as her mother squatted and began to finger fuck her own cunt as she administered a blowjob to the rapist. She watched with a little more interest as the large shiny pink cock pulled out of her mother’s mouth. Clair was spun around, pulled up to her feet and bent over. Priss could see her mother’s cunt, could see the dark shadow where hair had been before all three had been shaved and a potion rubbed on their vulva’s, a lotion that would keep their pussy’s permanently bald.

She watched as the head on the big shaft parted her mother’s meaty swollen pink lips, watched as the big head slowly stretched her whimpering mother’s fat outer lips into thin taught pink bands. She gasped at the same time as Clair did as the big shaft was forcefully sunk into the quivering, moaning woman’s tight hole. He fucked her mother in long leisurely strokes; his balls were bouncing into the woman’s thighs. Priss watched as her mother began to push back at the huge pink shaft, stared as she heard him groan and her mother answer with a groan of her own. She saw Clair shiver and fall forward as she climaxed. A river of white ran out of her widely stretched cunt. Priss could see her mother’s inner lips were stretched to almost the diameter of the rapists cock. Clair knelt, ass in the air as cum poured out her gaping cunt and oozed down her thighs.

“Up, clean it up,” Priss heard him command. She opened her eyes and watched as her mother quickly spun around and began to lave attention to his cock. She was shocked as she watched her mother expertly lick his shaft and balls then suck the big flaccid tube into her mouth. She could see her mother’s cheeks hollowing and inflating as she blew the big cock. “Enough,” she heard him command. Clair pulled back as his thickening cock exited her lips with a loud pop.

He tossed Priss to the center of the bed and then threw Shannon beside her. He picked Shannon’s legs up, spread them and quickly speared his big cock forward until it lodged into her opening. Clair watched fascinated as her friend held her breath and seemed to strain to expel the big uncircumcised cock. She was surprised to see the huge shaft disappear smoothly into her friend as Shannon reached up to clutch the rapist to her. Shannon began to thrust her hips up and moaned in pain. She began to whimper, “it hurts, to deep, to big, owww, ouch, ohhhh,” as he thrust faster and deeper into the struggling young girl’s tightly stretched cunt. Priss could see the throbbing veins on the gigantic cock as it appeared and disappeared into the juncture of Shannon’s widely splayed thighs. The slurping wetness of her friend’s rape was loud in the room. She looked at Shannon’s face, and saw her friend staring back at her. Shannon’s eyes were leaking tears as she stared at her friend. Then Shannon turned her head as his descended. Priss watched his lips drop to Shannon’s; she could see he was forcing his tongue into her friends’ mouth. She watched fascinated as he pulled back, rolled Shannon to her knees and mounted her from behind. Shannon’s eyes bugged out as the rampaging cock was slammed into her from behind. Priss could see Shannon was not going to fight; she had surrendered and accepted that she was this man’s property to be used or abused at his whim. That was the moment Priss gave up too.

He left silently as he had appeared. A few minutes later two pretty young women in their 20’s appeared. They introduced themselves and set out to clean up the three women. One of them left and came back with some white powder. She lubricated her finger with some lotion and sprinkled the powder onto the glistening finger. Priss shrank back as the woman gently spread her pussy open and started rubbing the lotion on to the abused inner lips. Slowly, she worked her fingers into Priss’s torn and bleeding cunt. Almost at once the pain started to subside. After a couple minutes the girl pulled her finger out and rolled Priss over. Priss started to object when the woman began to finger her tightly clenched anus. “Relax senorita,” the woman scolded her. “He has instructed us to prepare you for tonight. Believe me, if he decides he wants you back here, you want the powder to numb you. This is the secret we have that helps us bear the pain. Be thankful he likes you. We displeased him and had to work in the jungle factories for a month. Would you like to fuck 10 men a night? Would you like to be bent over and fucked in the ass or have to suck a cock at any time of the day?” A Priss sucked in a loud breath and shook her head the woman laughed. “Then, use the powder…and this,” she said as she extended her hand. She held a black rubber dildo the size of the drug lord’s cock. “Use it on each other, get use to the size. He will want you in the morning and one of you will be called to duty each evening. If you do as you are told you will live a life of luxury. Eventually you will help us entertain his customers and friends.  The girls held Priss firmly by the sides of her head as she stood up, then she began to push Priss’s face down to her naked cunt. “Welcome to the jungle, Senorita,” Priss heard as her lips were pushed up to the wet pink slit before here.