Trapped Ch. 3 "Angela" ---------------------------------------------- Mexican domestic blackmailed into sex by her employer, he takes her three beautiful daughters as well. MF-Mf-ff-Ff-BDSM-violence-language ----------------------------------------------- The idea for this story came from a member of AOL who declined to allow me to give him credit. But he knows who he his and how grateful I am for the idea. By William DuPain and unknown He woke the next morning with the beautiful Siren still beside him her face peaceful, her rich, thick hair, everywhere. He didn't have the heart to wake the slumbering vixen so he eased out of bed as carefully as he could to seek his pee and morning tea. He pee d', scrubbed his teeth, washed his hands and headed downstairs for tea, Maria was there already and gave him a pouting look as he entered. He stood next to the prep island seeking a bag and cup, but she already had it steeped, with milk and sugar, the way he liked it. "You didn't come last night Roberto, did my statement disturb you?" she asked. "No Maria it wasn't that," he replied. "Are you ready to throw me away already Roberto?" she teased, as her hand slid seductively down the front of his boxers. "No, never, my wicked little enchantress," he teased right back. He sat the cup down and took her in his arms and looked down into her eyes, they were bright with expectation, then he kissed her. His desire sprang forth and pressed her body with the warmth of its rushing blood. Her warm hand slipped down to caress him, as she looked into his eyes and smiled. He kissed her again, as her hand stirred his blood and set his cock lurching. It was then that Angela strode into the kitchen as they embraced, her little princess attitude dragging along behind her as usual. There was something about Angela that Robert just couldn't stomach and there by the early light of morning, it dawned on him exactly what it was. She possessed the same self centered, self righteous, condemning attitude his ex-wife had owned. Then he realized too, she even sounded something like Lorraine, of course she snubbed him, as she seated herself as the queen of the kitchen! Strange, he pondered internally just how little good looks really mean when one owns a stone cold attitude like hers. But he would still fuck her he thought. Maria had to take Imelda to the doctor later for some immunization shots and that would be the perfect time to spring his little trap. The embrace now prematurely over, he turned slapping Maria's bottom gently. and left the kitchen. -------------------------------- Later that afternoon he slipped down to the kitchen for a glass of wine and Angela was there; she was dressed in a short white, single piece dress, with red heels and belt. It showed the narrow waist and flaring hips beautifully and hugged the rise of her sixteen-year-old ass spectacularly. He slipped up behind were she was seated, and bending down kissed the side of her neck, making her jump somewhat in her seat. She jerked her shoulder away and then turned and glared at him. "I know what momma promised you, and how you blackmailed her to use her body you evil man, but you won't get me, I'll never give myself to a homely, evil person like you!" she screeched. No doubt about it, she had Lorraine's attitude all right he thought! Robert shoved his hand up her skirt with a cruel smile on his face, as his fingers nestled themselves in the crease of her cunt. Her eyes went wide with anger at the feel of his touch against her hot cunt, and her hand struck the side of his face. He was angered instantly and his free hand grabbed her young, firm breast, and squeezed with tremendous force. She froze, as the pain registered in her brain and her mouth opened to scream. She stood there and shook, as searing fire shot from her chest and her eyes filled with tears. He slapped her, the force of the blow sending her body to the floor immediately. Angela lay there stunned, the side of her face still hot from the impact of his hand, her dress up around her hips, her legs obscenely parted. Robert couldn't help but gaze down at her panty covered crotch and smooth inner thighs, as she collected her wits about her again. Her eyes were nothing but lanterns of pure smoldering hatred, as she looked up at him and found him eyeing her exposed gusset panel. "Is that what you like senor, looking at my young hairless pussy, would you like to watch me play with it sometime Roberto. I do you know, but I never think of you when I do that," she told him as her fingers seductively stroked the front of her mound, and her hips rose suggestively before him. "Would you like to impale me my great lover, as you have my mother? I'm young, and you know I will be very tight around your big man beast, please tell me how you long to take me in your arms and have me Roberto," her voice contemptuous, as she deliberately taunted him. "Bastard!!" she hissed, as she rose from the floor and headed for her room. She was a revelation of hatred in flux he decided, as he watched the sway of her hips, and Robert was not yet sure what he should do with her. He headed for the study and closed the door behind him as he prepared to check messages on his cell. ------------------------------ Later that evening, as he sat at the dinner table with a snifter of warm blackberry brandy He informed Maria and company that there was to be get party for some of his friends there next Friday evening. Over the next week, Maria, being very efficient at running anyone's household took care of securing the extra food and drink for the event. By the time Friday arrived the house was immaculate and the pantries and fridge bulging. At about six-thirty guest began to arrive, he was very proud of the effort Maria and her daughters had made to make themselves presentable, they were all lovely. Imelda, being the shyest had elected to stay in her room most of the night. He found Carmela with a tray of drinks and taking her arm he led her to the edge of the room for privacy. "Listen my dear, there is a variety of economic and social backgrounds here tonight, and it may be that some male hands here are quick. Be careful Carmela, if you need help scream, I'll find you," he told her. "Why Roberto, are you trying to protect me ... why, I'm flattered," she said as her eyes flirted with him. "Yes my heart, I suppose I am," he said. "Why thank you sir, I promise to be careful and keep myself chaste just for you Roberto," she told him smiling. She was trying to be as subtle about it as she could, because she was already aware of his feelings for her. He kissed her standing there, and the soft magic of her lips took years away from him. When she finally turned him loose, it was Robert that stood shaken and breathless. "Carmela," was all he got out, because she held a finger up to his lips to stop his words. "I know Roberto, and I'm in love with you too!" she told him, her radiant eyes unflinching, held out the truth of her words for his soul to examine. He smiled; it was a stupid smile, because he was a teenager again, in love with his high school sweetheart. She new he was at a loss, so Carmela stretched up and kissed him lightly, then danced away to attend her duties, her heart more alive than it had ever been in her life. By seven p.m. there were about ten couples and several single males present, the girls kept circulating with the trays of foodstuffs and alcoholic beverages to keep the group going. There were construction workers, a banker, a stockbroker, an electrician, and even one schoolteacher present; the group embraced nearly every occupational strata of the American economy. Robert kept a close eye on Carmela, and in the process noted Angela's notorious flirtations with almost every male in the house, the girl was definitely repressed he decided. The only duty Robert was left with was changing the sound system "CD" player when it ended. He watched Angela in a dark corner of the room with one of the unaccompanied young men and it looked as if his hands were having some serious fun at the junction of her legs as she kissed him. He had no doubt she'd wind up getting her brains fucked out before the night was over. He then noticed Maria with flushed cheeks filling another tray with snacks and stepped over to say hello. "How's it going Maria," he asked her. "It's a busy crowd Roberto with busy hands sometimes," she smiled. "Why Maria, are you in sexual stress?" he asked, half kidding. She flashed her best come-on smile and said, "I may need to visit you tonight, my beautiful man-beast!" He chuckled, then swatted her bottom lightly and left her to her chores, as he headed out to mingle. As Robert mingled on the edge of the crowd his eyes happened to catch sight of Angela again, her hand firmly grasping the cock of one of the other males from the group, as her previous suitor stood next to her smiling and taking it all in. It was not a good party practice, things like this could so easily get out of hand, he would keep an eye on her and perhaps cut off her strong drink if her behavior continued in this direction he thought. In a way, he was rather glad now that Imelda had decided not to come down and mingle tonight. About ten minutes later he saw one of the older male guest head upstairs and then not long after Angela and the two men she had been flirting with drifted up as well. He had a very bad feeling about it, as he watched the trio ascend the stairs. After about ten minutes with no bodies returning to the main group he terminated his conversation with apologies to the guest he was speaking with, and headed up. He wondered down the hall knowing it wouldn't be difficult to find a group of four young adults. He neared the large second story bath at the end of the hall, heard angry voices from Carmela's room so he decided to look in, and opened the door. There she was, half undressed on the bed, one guy with cock out crawling up between her legs, another at her head holding her arms up over her head. When they saw him, there was a pleading for help in her eyes, he looked at her again and the fear in her eyes was plainly seen. He smiled at her and started to back out of the room. "Please Roberto, help me!" she pleaded. He noted how the look in her eyes had changed from fear to complete surprise, as he slowly closed the door on the four of them. Robert turned and headed down the hallway to return to the party and his guest. ----------------------------------------- Once he was back downstairs he stood sipping a glass of Champaign he'd lifted from the counter as Carmela approached him with her empty tray. "Sir, sometime soon could we do that one thing you did to me again?" she asked sweetly. "She'd caught him off guard, "What thing would that be dear?" "You know lover ... that one thing from behind," she said shyly, as her cheek nuzzled his shoulder. It took another second or two for Robert to realize she meant anal sex, and then he smiled wide! "Yes of course dear, you know I'd do anything I could for you!" Robert was ecstatic, here the woman he most admired in his life had just declared herself an anal sex addict to him, and asked him for treatment, life was getting good! ------------------------------------------ Angela felt a tear slide down her cheek, after Roberto had closed the door on her and the three men in the room with her. She couldn't really fault him after her treatment of him she knew. She felt the man behind her reach up under her dress and rip her underpants from her body, and she knew she was about to become the evenings sexual sacrifice upon the alter of his lust. The man in front of her pushed at her lips with his hard, hot cock, and she quickly turned her face away in disgust. "Don't play virgin with me bitch, not after the way you acted downstairs, jacking my cock under my pants and all. We know what you are slut, and we know what you need," he told her. She felt her vaginal passage spread wide, and the next sensation was that of searing pain, as the young man took her from behind, his cock ripping through her like a rusty saw. When she opened her mouth to scream the older man in front shoved his hard member deeply down her throat and she immediately gagged. As she wretched her insides flexed, making her passage massage itself around the driving beast in her cunt. "Holy shit, this bitch is incredibly tight," she heard the man behind her say. He finished not long after, filling her tight passage with his hot, sticky, cum. As soon as he removed himself the other fellow moved behind her body and kneeled. And just when Angela thought it couldn't get any worse, it did, he shoved himself full length into her anal passage, and she began to scream around the cock in her mouth. There was nothing of pleasure or tenderness in this, as her body was racked with severe pain and her mind began to retreat inside itself seeking sanctuary. The man in her mouth exploded across her tongue driving the head of his cock painfully down the narrow opening of her throat, where he finished off loading his hot seed, directly into her belly as he came. There was cum and blood running down the inside of her legs after the man fucking her ass had finished with her. She thought the worst was over until he came around in front of her and shoved his smelly member at her lips. She refused him, and he grabbed a handful of her hair jerking her head up and slapped her several time across the face. Her head was throbbing, and her ears ringing, when she finally opened her mouth and allowed his entry. She could taste, and smell, the foul residue of her own heinous filth as he used her to cleans his manhood. She slipped into a place in her mind where she was present, but not directly included, in the events that followed after that. They used her until their cocks could no longer rise to firmness on their own, and then she was forced to suck them to firmness again, one by one, to allow them their final joys in her bloody, ravished body. For an hour and a half, she was abused at the hands of the very lust her own outrageous behavior had prompted, in the men that took her. Their were no tender words or hail at the parting when they finished, they simply left her there alone. She collapsed on the sheets below, now stained with their come, and her blood, and lay there while her body throbbed deeply in the anguish of its trauma, and cried. Robert waited until he saw the trio descend the stairs and then he took a small glass of wine in hand, and headed upstairs. He hadn't been exactly sure what to expect when he came in, but he could now see that he should have interfered before. He entered Angela's bedroom and sat the glass on her nightstand, then went to the bath to get a damp cloth. He sat down on the bed beside her, she stirred, and when she saw that it was him, she rushed to put her arms around him and began to sob. It was nothing but unbridled emotion of the worst kind that drove her mournful sobs against his shoulder. He soothed her and stroked her matted hair and she calmed a little, while his hands gently stroked her shoulder. Then she did something odd she softly kissed his cheek and then his lips. "I thought you were so terrible, but your not, I wish I had seen it before," she whispered, as she kissed him again. It was not a sexual kiss but a kind of apology thing. "I don't blame you for leaving me here," she said, as her tears rolled again, "I was a bitch toward you." "Its all over now Angela," he told her as he started to wipe her face and clean her up a little. "Clean up Ms. Sanchez and come downstairs when you're finished, please, and take wine with me," he told her. Robert went downstairs and found the two young men that had taken Angela upstairs and escorted them outside, the older fellow having already left. They didn't return, but he did, with his shirt ripped, his lip bleeding and his knuckles cut deeply from the beating he had given the two. He sat at the table away from the crowd, which was mostly centered in the huge living room. He spied Angela making her way downstairs, her eyes touching no one, as she made her way to his seat. He bid her close, and seated her on his lap, then slid the glass of Lambrusco he had already poured for her in front of her. She sipped, and he whispered to her that she was a vision of beauty tonight, and that he had missed her elegant presence when she left the room. She began to cry again, and sat her glass down then hugged him; she buried her face against his neck. His hands soothed the distraught young woman once more and he said nothing more to her, she was asleep not long after and he carried her upstairs to her room and put her to bed. ------------------------------------- Carmela was coming down the hallway as he closed the door to her room and moved to stand beside him. Her hand moved over and caressed his as she smiled up at him. "Roberto, may I see you now?" she asked coquettishly. He took her hand, led her to his room across the hallway, closed the door behind them, and locked it. He turned to Carmela and took her in his arms his hands hungry to know her again. "Did you mean what you said earlier Carmela?" he asked. "Oh my darling you have no idea how much love there is in this heart for you! ¡Oh mi querido usted no tiene ninguna idea cuánto amor allí está en este corazón para usted! "I waited for you to claim me and when you didn't, I thought I should find a way to let you know myself," she explained. Carmela felt the slow, gentle ascent; of his fingers stir her flesh as they rose on her inner thigh. And she felt her lips began to swell between her legs, before his hand even came close to touching them. He paused near her junction, and she trembled, as her folds sensed the heat of his hand radiating against them. "Please, touch me Master!" she whispered. "Show me how my beautiful slave," he said. Without opening her eyes she reached down, placed her hand over his, and moved it to her hot folds. Carmela shook, as she guided his hand to her clit and circled it gently with his fingers. "Look at me my dear," he said softly. She opened her eyes and was timid with her glance. He smiled at her, as his finger began to give her the pleasure she was begging, her head went back slightly and her eyes half closed, as sensations of beauty began to fill her young body and make her heart burn within. He flicked her clit gently, and her back arched, thrusting her pelvis out against his hand in a silent plea for more. So Robert gave her more and she gasped, as her eyes closed completely with the sweeping presence of her pulsing lust. "Oh mi Diablo, cómo usted hace estas cosas a mí? Oh my devil, how do you do these things to me?" she whispered to him. He stopped to go and pick up his crop, and then tapped her ankles lightly to urge them wider; Carmela instantly widened her stance for him. He tapped softly over her clit and she moaned lightly, he tapped again and a tremor passed through her body. Robert would continue, then stop, and suck her sensitive nipple until she calmed before continuing again. Until at last she cringed with her eyes misting and said "take me love please take me," but Robert didn't take her. He continued his caress of her body with the ominous device until her body shook and her mouth opened boldly, proclaiming her need to him without shame. The palette of her inflection was influenced sweetly by the subtle craft of his worthy hands, as his device carefully constructed the passion within her. She stood, shaking inside, her legs weak, as she felt the first trickle of warm fluid, tickle its way down the inside of her thigh, trailing a path of liquid warmth along the way, as it slowly journeyed on its way to her ankle! His fingers were against her in the moment, then he leaned forward, and his tongue shocked her with its touch. Her cheeks flamed high crimson, as the intense heat of her embarrassment dramatically overpowered her surging emotions within, and her heart went shy in front of him again. He knew, but both his hands and his words, became careful not to wound this budding sexuality, now in bloom before him. "Its difficult for me to know which you love more little one, me or my whip," he taunted playfully. "Oh my lover, if you could sense what I feel at this moment you would know, you would know how deeply I care about you Roberto," she whispered, as her eyes revealed it to him. When he finished, the inside of her thighs were covered with the hot, spicy fluids, of her passion. And as he held the end of the crop still, over her crevice, her body began to thrust forward impatiently, seeking its sweet caress once more. "Oh Roberto, I do love the kiss of your leather my love," she sighed. "Undress my dear, I need to secure you to the bed," he told her. He kissed her before ordering her to lie down, and her hunger was intense. He tied Carmela to his headboard her beautiful breast rose proudly in that position, she looked so shy and helpless laying there and his heart was overcome by her beauty. He ran his hand down the center of her body slowly until it found its way between her legs; she arched high against it and pulled against her restraints, as he played there in the thick slippery spice of her body. His fingers drove her frustration near pain within her, as she pleaded with him to fuck her. When she arched her body high seeking his hand again, the truth in the man could not deny, his flesh was aroused at the sight of her hunger. He trailed the back of his warm hand up the length of her body and paused to twist, and tease, her inflamed nipples until she twisted frantically beneath it. "Please Roberto, please take me!!" she pleaded. He shoved his finger deep into body, found her seething, and wet. He pulled it out after only a couple of strokes and lightly pinched her clit. She arched again, high, without shame needing relief from the pounding need in her body! Robert crop kissed the sensitive flesh of her vulva lightly once more, and then burned within, as she writhed below him and begged even more intensely. "Please Roberto, I beg you, take me!!" she said, as she twisted frantically beneath him, "please, please, I beg you!" she recited pitifully. His fingers swirled around her clit quickly and produced a short staccato of gasps from the impassioned young woman, as she arced hungrily, seeking the continued reward of her love at the end of his fingertips. "What was it you wanted me to do exactly dear?" he asked deliberately. "You know what I want you to do bastard, you can do anything you like to me, just please, fuck me," she spat with deep frustration. Never before had he heard a woman beg with such sincerity, and it made him ache for the comfort of her soft flesh. Robert felt his own sense of self-control slipping, as he witnessed the desperation of her longing for him. He had played enough, he could wait no longer, he aligned his cock with her swollen entrance and plunged deeply in to her, and pounded her without mercy. With spectacular effort she ground her pussy up against his cock, slamming it against his pelvis with every bit of force she could muster. He smiled down on her and began to pull out. "No Roberto, No ... please Roberto!!" she sobbed. She was his now, he knew, and she would never belong to another this way, and his soul was inspired to love by the knowledge. He hammered her again, as she arched high and screamed with the anguished mix of her desperation and intense pleasure. She came with her juices pouring from her body, begging him for more, before the pitch of her orgasm had even passed her. He almost laughed out loud with the joy that exploded inside him, as he watched her writhe through her conclusion, delirious and fevered. No woman, no drink, no win, had ever in his life affected his heart the way she did. And he had never loved anything the way he loved her in that moment. He untied her hands and her arms immediately went about his neck, she kept rocking her pelvis against him, as her frenzied kiss stirred his spirit to another challenge, and she came again beneath him, swearing she would love him forever. Her body was still hot from the recent romp as she languished in his arms and nuzzled him with her cheek. She was at home here next to him, this is where she was meant to be she knew, and she was happy that he knew it as well now. "My Lord, may I move in here with you?" she asked softly. "If you'd like Carmela," he replied. "Can we do that one thing that you do from behind me now Roberto?" she asked gently. He was in heaven when she was with him, her every word a thing of joy, every smile an old familiar love song. He made love to her "that way from behind," and she came screaming and shaking in front of him, and then collapsed on the bed. She went to the bath to clean up a bit, then returned and snuggled against him and fell asleep. He lay there, as she slept at his side, thinking, he was in love again, and if it should eventually tear his heart apart, these moments with her now, were worth the risk of all the pain in the world. They didn't return to the party and Maria closed up shop that night. ------------------------------------- End part 3 WilliamDuPain@gmail.com