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A Vacation in Hell
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A family of four go off on a family vacation in a 
motorhome and are arrested and sentenced to a month of 
sexual servitude. (M+/MFffm, ped, nc, rp, voy, bi, inc, 
oral, anal, beast, ws)

***

It was only the third day of our vacation and already I 
was starting to think that this had been a bad idea. My 
wife's father had died this past winter and her mother 
had given us their almost unused, two year old 
motorhome. She couldn't drive it and didn't want it. 

My wife and I had talked about buying one from time to 
time. I thought that it looked like a fun way to travel 
for my wife Kim and me. Kim thought it would be fun for 
the whole family and draw us closer together.

The motorhome is large and plush and well equipped, and 
if it were just Kim and I it would have been fun. But 
we were also herding around and refereeing three 
teenagers that were very unhappy about being crowded 
into this little box and separated from their friends 
and forced into such close proximity to each other.

Our sixteen year old twins, Morgan and Megan, were 
sullen and pouty and just generally displaying all the 
worst traits that you might expect from a couple of 
teenagers. They were mad about spending two weeks away 
from their friends, especially their boyfriends. I have 
to admit, separating them from their boyfriends for a 
couple of weeks was an underlying motive to forcing 
them to come along.

Their younger brother, fifteen year old Mike, was just 
as unhappy about being kept in a box with his two 
sisters and was doing everything that he could think of 
to keep his sisters agitated. It was already apparent 
that we would not be looking back on this trip as our 
best vacation ever. Kim was almost ready to put all 
three of them on a bus and send them back to stay with 
their grandmother until we got home in a couple of 
weeks. We were both tired of yelling at them.

Because gas was so expensive now, we had planned out a 
lot of travel on secondary roads and a lot of stops at 
centrally located campgrounds in rural areas from which 
we would be able to tour surrounding sights in the 
vehicle we were towing behind us, leaving the motorhome 
at each campsite for several days at a time.

We were driving through some really narrow, curvy back 
roads on our way to our first campsite now and I was 
pretty nervous about piloting this thing on these 
narrow roads. It was my first time driving this monster 
and it was okay on the interstate, but it suddenly 
seemed a lot bigger up in the mountains. I was really 
looking forward to parking this thing. 

Kim was navigating and it was starting to look like we 
had taken a wrong turn somewhere. It may have been my 
imagination, but it seemed like the roads were getting 
narrower and the turns sharper and I was finding it 
hard to believe that someone would place a campground 
somewhere on this narrow road and encourage people with 
motorhomes to travel here. The only good thing was that 
the kids were nervous too and had finally shut up.

Just when I thought that it couldn't get much worse I 
saw a cop in my rearview mirror with his blue light on. 
I was getting panicky now. There was no place to pull 
this damned thing over!

Every once in a while I waived out of my window to try 
and let the cop know that I was looking for somewhere 
to pull over. But he was definitely getting impatient 
and a couple of times he flipped on his siren for a few 
seconds. That didn't do anything for my nerves.

At long last we came to a small turnout and I pulled 
off of the road and shut the motor off. I took a deep 
breath and got out of my seat and told everyone to stay 
where they were. I climbed out through the side door 
and made my way to the back of the motorhome as the cop 
was stomping towards me, his face was as dark red as I 
had ever seen anyone in my life. 

As I approached him I apologized, explaining that we 
were lost and that there had been no place to pull over 
when I saw him. He glared at me as he continued to 
approach and as soon as he was within reach he grabbed 
me and spun me around and slammed me violently against 
the back of our minivan which was the vehicle we had 
elected to bring along for our side trips.

The breath was knocked out of me and before I could 
recover he grabbed my arms and in seconds I found 
myself with my arms handcuffed behind my back. I was 
too shocked and too stunned to react at first. 

The cop was huge and obviously furious and he was 
treating me like a violent master criminal or 
something. I tried to stutter out some sort of protest 
but he pushed me towards his patrol car with my feet 
nearly off the ground and slammed me down on the hood 
violently.

I tried again to reason with him but he grabbed my hair 
and pulled my head back and ordered me in a voice 
choked with anger to shut the fuck up.

Just them my son came tearing around the side of the 
motorhome and started yelling at the cop to let me go. 
I yelled at my son to get back in the motorhome but he 
ignored me and rushed the cop. 

The cop was a big guy, probably 6'4" and well over two 
hundred and fifty pounds. And there did not appear to 
be an ounce of fat on him. He was nimble too, despite 
his size. Before you could blink an eye he had my son 
pressed up against his car and he was reaching inside 
his door and pulling out another set of handcuffs.

I pleaded with him to let Mike go, explaining that he 
was just fifteen and he was just trying to protect me.

The cop ignored me and put the cuffs on Mike and 
slammed him down next to me on the hood of his car. He 
grabbed my wallet out of my back pocket and ordered us 
not to move and then he got in his car and got on his 
radio. 

He spoke to someone in his police code, using numbers 
and letters and I had no idea what he said. Finally he 
got out of his car again just as Kim came around corner 
of the motorhome.

I told her to get back in the motorhome but the cop 
yelled at her to come over to where he was standing. It 
had been obvious that she was going to ignore me 
anyway. A cop was roughing up her husband and son and 
she was not going to stand for that!

As she got closer and saw what she was dealing with she 
mellowed considerably and instead of going off on him 
she tried to reason with him. He let her talk for a 
moment and then he said, "How many more people in that 
vehicle ma'am?"

She ignored him and tried to get him to be reasonable 
and remove our cuffs and he lost patience quickly and 
before she knew what was going on he had spun her 
around and secured her arms behind her back with a 
plastic zip tie style handcuff.

As soon as she was cuffed he slammed her against his 
car and in a voice that sounded like he was on the 
verge of exploding he said, "I asked you a question! 
How many more people are in that vehicle?" 

The air had been knocked out of her and she gasped out, 
"Just two, my daughters are in there. Why are you doing 
this to us?"

He ignored my wife and reached into his car and pulled 
out two more of those plastic handcuffs and ordered us 
not to move. He went around the side of the motorhome 
and in a couple of minutes he was back with my two 
daughters, both crying hysterically and both 
handcuffed.

I tried again to find out why he was doing this to us. 
As far as I knew I had broken no laws. The only thing 
that I had done wrong was turn where my wife had said 
turn. I certainly wasn't speeding! I had pulled off the 
road as soon after I saw his light as an opportunity 
had presented itself.

The cop refused to respond, other than to order me to 
shut up again.

We were all waiting for something to happen now, all of 
us afraid to speak or move.

I have no idea how long it was before a large van that 
had the markings of some rural police department on it 
pulled up and two officers got out of it. We were 
roughly shoved inside and as soon as we were seated one 
of the officers got behind the wheel and drove off down 
the road with us, followed closely by the cop. The 
other officer stayed behind with our motorhome, 
presumably to take it to wherever we were going.

As soon as we were moving I tried to reason with the 
driver. I tried to explain that this was all just some 
kind of misunderstanding. We were not criminals, just a 
family on a vacation, looking for a campground.

He never even looked up at me. He just drove down that 
winding mountain road and turned off of it onto an even 
smaller road and drove for at least another half hour 
or so.

As I had been guiding the motorhome up that narrow road 
earlier I had been extremely grateful that I had not 
met any other vehicles coming the other way. It could 
have been very dangerous. Now I realized that we had 
not seen another vehicle going either way in at least 
an hour, except for the cops, of course. If they were 
cops, my mind added, and for the first time the 
possibility that these men were not cops struck me.

But I was convinced that they were. The vehicles, the 
uniforms, even the way they talked on the radio, it was 
all very authentic. Of course, my only experience with 
cops was watching them on television, so I didn't have 
any first hand knowledge of police behaviors and 
mannerisms. I knew that my entire family was being 
hauled away in handcuffs for no apparent reason and 
driven deep into the mountains.

The van came around a sharp turn and just in front of 
us was a small collection of buildings. I hesitate to 
call it a town. There was no Post Office, but there was 
a small sign that said, "Welcome to Trail's End."

Among the buildings grouped together was a Sheriff's 
Office, a small general store, a small diner, a couple 
of run down houses and the largest building, a bar.

We came to a rapid stop in front of the Sheriff's 
Office and the cop that had pulled us over came up to 
the side door and started roughly pulling us out of the 
van. I looked around and saw a dozen or so rough 
looking men sitting on porches facing the narrow road 
and watching closely as we were pulled from the van and 
lined up. A few of them stood up and got a better look, 
but no one came over. I noticed that no one seemed 
surprised by what they were seeing.

When we were all out of the van we were marched into 
the Sheriff's Office and past another cop at a desk who 
watched with great interest as we were led through. We 
were let into a side room and the sheriff took my watch 
and my wife's watch and the girl's jewelry off and put 
it all into a large envelope. Then he ordered us 
through another door and into the back and pushed into 
a large holding cell.

I was way past worried now and I tried again to find 
out why he had brought us here, why he was arresting 
us. 

He grabbed me and spun me around and slammed me into 
the bars of the cell and whispered loudly in my ear, 
"If I have to tell you to shut up one more time….." 

He didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to. His 
angry voice, his rough demeanor and his large, muscular 
frame told me all that I needed to hear.

He held me against the bars for a moment longer and 
then he walked out of the cell and slammed the door 
violently and stomped out of the room.

I looked around and saw that we were in a surprisingly 
large room with a dozen cells. Two of the cells were 
occupied, one by a young couple and the other by a 
woman who appeared to be about Kim's age. All three of 
them looked just as scared as we were.

Kim and my daughters were all crying quietly, all of 
them scared and with good reason. Mike wasn't crying, 
but he was scared. I was too. I couldn't imagine anyone 
in this country being treated this way in the twenty-
first century. Christ! We hadn't done anything wrong!

At first we all stood around, waiting for someone to 
realize that this was all just a big mistake I guess. 
Eventually everyone else took a seat on the four bunks 
that lined the walls of the cell.

I still stood with my head against the bars, staring at 
the door and waiting for someone to at least explain 
what was going on. After, god, I have no idea how long, 
I finally moved over and sat down beside my wife. The 
crying had pretty much stopped, but we were all scared.

I looked around again and this time I noticed that 
there were also two guys that looked like they were 
from around here in one of the cells. They were 
watching us and smiling. They were sitting in one of 
the cells, but their cell door was open. 

The other couple, the young man and woman in a cell by 
themselves, glanced at us from time to time, but they 
looked as scared as we were, and just as confused. The 
lone woman was sitting on her cot and crying quietly.

I tried to ask the young couple some questions, but 
whenever they looked up and our eyes met they looked 
back down quickly. I tried twice to ask them where we 
were and what was going on, but they acted like I 
hadn't spoken and stared at the floor.

I heard a noise at the door after a while and I looked 
up. It was the sheriff and one of the deputies. They 
strode purposefully past our cell, ignoring us and 
stopped at the cell with the young couple in it. As 
soon as they saw him they jumped to their feet and 
moved to the center of their cell and held on to each 
other tightly.

The sheriff stared at them for a moment and the two 
locals that had been sitting in the open cell stood up 
and went over to watch. 

The sheriff said, "I just came back to see if you two 
have learned anything yet. You're both a little on the 
slow side, but I thought I'd give you another chance."

He stared at them for a moment and then he asked, 
"Well, have you learned anything yet?"

The young couple looked at each other and I could see 
that they were both crying quietly now. I heard the 
young man say something, but he spoke so quietly that I 
couldn't understand him.

The sheriff said, "What the hell did you say? Quit 
whispering, for god's sake. Make believe you got a set 
of balls and speak up."

The man said, in a slightly louder voice, "Yes sir, 
we've learned our lesson."

The sheriff sounded skeptical when he said, "We'll see 
about that. Get her ready."

At first I was too shocked to react as I saw the young 
man begin to undress his wife. Her top was nearly off 
before I came to my senses and returned my attention to 
my own cell. I quietly forced my kids to sit with their 
backs to whatever the hell it was that was going on 
back there. Kim had already done so. Kim and my two 
daughters were all crying quietly again. I couldn't 
blame them. I was terrified now. Something evil was 
happening here.

I sat down with my back to the sheriff and whatever he 
was doing a couple of cells behind us and tried not to 
think about it.

The room was quiet for a few minutes and I heard the 
sheriff say, "Well, you seem to be learning. We'll see. 
Get her into position."

I heard movement and then I heard the sounds of 
clothing rustling again and then the loud slurping of 
what I assumed was a blowjob. I glanced back in 
disbelief and saw the young woman pressed up against 
the bars of the cell, naked now, and sucking the 
sheriff's cock through the bars.

I turned my head back around instantly. As I sat there 
in shock I realized that those were not police Billy 
clubs that they were carrying. Those looked like cattle 
prods! No wonder that poor young man had undressed his 
wife for the amusement of those four men and positioned 
her against the cell wall for the sheriff.

After a few minutes I heard her gagging and choking and 
then gasping for air. Then I heard the sheriff say, 
"She still can't suck a cock worth a shit. Don't worry, 
she'll learn. Won't you honey?"

Then he strode purposely back out of the room. I made 
no attempt to attract his attention this time. I had no 
desire to subject my family to any of this training of 
his.

The sheriff had gone, but the young woman's torment 
continued. First the deputy and then the two apparent 
civilians each took a turn, pressing up against the 
bars of the girl's cell and letting her suck them off. 
There was an occasional crude comment, but for the most 
part the only sound was the woman slurping and sucking 
and then gagging and choking as they came in her mouth.

I glanced at Kim and my daughters and they were even 
more distressed than I was. I caught Mike glancing back 
several times and I wanted to yell at him, but I didn't 
want to attract attention to us. Suddenly I was quite 
content to be ignored in this cell. Kim and the twins 
were crying, but they seemed to be trying desperately 
to remain quiet, to avoid attracting attention to us. 

I wanted to say something to them, to try to reassure 
them. But I couldn't. I was pretty sure that they were 
in danger of being raped, and god knows what they would 
do with Mike and me. I knew that no matter what those 
awful men wanted to do, I was helpless to stop them. 

When the three remaining men were finished they walked 
calmly up the aisle to the door talking among 
themselves about how pretty the girl was and how much 
she had to learn about sucking cocks. The one on the 
far side was still fastening his pants as they walked. 
When they passed our cell the one closest to us looked 
in, looking at Kim and the twins with obvious 
anticipation. He didn't say a word though. They just 
walked up the aisle and left the room.

I heard the young couple crying in their cell, and the 
woman that was alone in her cell was crying too. I 
glanced at her and she looked frantic, and desperate, 
and hopeless. I tried not to look at the young couple, 
but I couldn't help seeing them. They were sitting on a 
cot now. She was still naked and he had his arms around 
her, trying to comfort her. He was still crying too.

We were all in agony now. Not just mental agony. We had 
been handcuffed for hours and our wrists and our 
shoulders were killing us but we were not about to call 
out and demand to be released. We were all cowed by the 
demonstration of power that we had just witnessed.

Some amount of time passed. It is hard to say how long. 
Every minute seemed like an hour. But after some time 
had passed the sheriff came back into the room with two 
deputies. He ignored us again and walked over to the 
woman alone in her cell. He ordered her to stand up and 
she whined piteously and struggled to her feet.

When she was standing he said, "The judge is ready to 
see you now." He unlocked her cell door and said, "Come 
on, out of there, let's go." 

I was watching out of the corner of my eye and she 
almost collapsed, but she was grabbed by a deputy and 
pulled along and marched up and out of the room 
quickly. There was a deputy on each side of her and she 
was almost being carried. As they moved toward the door 
she was whimpering, "Oh please, I didn't do anything. 
Oh god, please help me."

They were gone for what seemed like about an hour 
before they came back in. The deputies were still 
dragging her and she was crying hysterically now. The 
most distressing thing though was that she was naked 
and there were signs that she had been slapped pretty 
hard.

They took her back to her cell and tossed her in where 
she collapsed in the middle of the floor and held her 
face in her hands and cried pitifully. They locked the 
door and left the room, ignoring us still.

After they had been gone I heard Morgan whisper to Kim, 
"Mom, I have to go to the bathroom."

I had to go to, but I was damned if I was going to say 
anything to anyone and remind them that we were here. I 
guess Morgan had to go worse than I did. She really 
sounded desperate. I just didn't know what to do about 
it. There was a toilet in the cell, but our hands were 
still cuffed behind us and besides, I couldn't imagine 
any of us using the toilet in such a public place.

Kim just moaned. She had no idea what to say to Morgan.

I leaned over and whispered, "You see what we have to 
deal with here. Can't you hold it?"

Morgan moaned and said, "Oh god dad, I have been. I 
think I am going to wet myself if I don't go soon."

I thought about it for a minute and said, "You have two 
options. You wet yourself, or either your mother or 
your sister is going to have to help you pull down your 
shorts and your underwear and you will have to use that 
toilet over there against the wall."

Morgan was quiet for a couple of minutes and then she 
said, "I can't help it dad, I have to go bad. Make sure 
that pervert Mike doesn't peek."

Then she stood up and I made Mike sit on the other side 
of me. I didn't doubt for a minute that he would get an 
eyeful if he could.

Kim stood up and struggled to pull down Morgan's shorts 
and underwear and then Morgan shuffled over to the 
toilet. There was no seat and she struggled with her 
balance because of the cuffs but I could tell from the 
sound that she did indeed have to go very badly. 

She was still going full stream when the outer door 
opened and one of the deputies came back and stopped at 
our cell to watch. He was leering at Morgan and I 
glanced over to see what he could see. 

Her legs were spread abnormally far apart so that she 
could balance herself and her pubic area was on full 
display. She moaned in humiliation, but she couldn't 
stop. It went on for another minute before it trickled 
to a stop and with tears streaming down her cheeks she 
struggled back to her feet and Kim worked as quickly as 
she could to pull Morgan's shorts back in place.

When Morgan was more or less covered the deputy just 
turned around and left the room without saying a word. 
I realized that they must have cameras watching us. He 
had known that there was something to see and he had 
rushed in to see it up close and personal.

I think that, after listening to Morgan peeing, the 
rest of us all had to go now. I certainly did. I tried 
desperately to think about anything else. I was not 
about to give them the satisfaction of adding to my own 
humiliation if I could avoid it. As I looked around the 
cell I could see that Kim was looking antsy and so was 
Mike. As for Megan, if one of those girls ever did 
anything the other one was right there doing it too. I 
knew she had to go.

None of us wanted to be humiliated like Morgan just 
had. So we all sat there gritting our teeth and 
pressing our thighs together and trying not to hear the 
two women in the other cells crying piteously.

I decided that it was time to face reality and prepare 
Kim and the twins for what I was sure was going to 
happen in the very near future. I turned to them and as 
quietly as I could I said, "Ladies, you all saw what 
happened to that young woman back there. I don't know 
what is going on in this evil place, but I don't think 
that it is unreasonable to assume that this is not a 
legitimate Sheriff's Office and since we weren't 
breaking any laws or read our rights, I suspect that we 
have no rights. 

I think that at the very least, all three of you will 
probably be raped." Judging by their response, or 
rather, their lack of response, it was obvious that 
they had already come to that conclusion.

I continued, "Did you see what they were carrying when 
they came back here and raped that woman? Those were 
cattle prods. I know this sounds awful, but for your 
own good, you need to do everything they tell you when 
they get around to doing whatever they are going to do 
to us. Those things are terrible and you won't be able 
to resist them when they start using those on you. 

I don't want you to get raped, but more than that I 
don't want you to get hurt. Let's be honest here. Even 
if I had my hands free, there is no way I could kick 
that sheriff's ass. I won't be able to protect you. You 
can survive being raped and when we get out of here you 
will get over it. The thing to concentrate on is 
surviving this place and getting out of here. Do you 
understand me?"

They nodded despondently. It broke my heart. Here I was 
telling my wife and daughters to submit to rape. It 
didn't make me feel like much of a man. As horrible as 
it sounds, I honestly thought that it was the best 
alternative. I had seen the look of horror in the eyes 
of that other poor couple and they had been tormented 
before they gave in. They would have a hard time 
surviving this with their minds in tact if they didn't 
accept the reality of their situation and submit to 
these madmen.

One of the deputies came in with a civilian pushing a 
metal cart. They got to our cell and stopped and I 
realized that they were going to feed us. They saw that 
we were still cuffed and the deputy said to the 
civilian, "Wait here. Let me see what the sheriff wants 
to do about them."

In a couple of minutes the deputy came back and he and 
the civilian went to the other two occupied cells and 
fed them. In a few minutes the sheriff came in and 
stopped at our cell. He stared at us for a minute and 
then he asked, "If I take those cuffs off are you 
people going to behave yourselves?"

I answered quietly and calmly, "Yes sheriff."

He reached for his keys and ordered me to back up to 
the bars and he unlocked my cuffs. He did the same to 
Mike and then he opened a pocket knife and cut the 
cuffs off Kim and the girls.

We all stood there rubbing our wrists and working our 
stiff shoulders. The sheriff watched us for a minute 
and then said, "You won't be seeing the judge until 
tomorrow. He had a hard day today."

The deputy chuckled at that and the sheriff gave him a 
dirty look. Then he left.

The deputy stood back and the civilian started filling 
bowls with some kind of watery soup and passing them 
through a slot in the bars. He handed in five plastic 
spoons and then they left.

We hadn't eaten since breakfast, but we didn't have 
hearty appetites. The watery soup was only just edible. 
I ate mine and made sure that everyone else ate theirs 
too. I suspected that we were going to need our 
strength.

We managed to eat our dinner and then I made everyone 
form a semi-circle with our backs to the toilet, giving 
a small amount of privacy to anyone using it. Then, one 
at a time we all took our turns emptying our bladders.

After we had relieved ourselves we each moved to a cot. 
There were only four cots for the five of us so the 
twins shared one. They probably would have anyway. 
There were no windows in the room and we had lost all 
track of time. No one slept though. Not right away. We 
were all too scared to sleep. 

I heard the twins whispering back and forth and I 
worried about what would happen to them. I didn't know 
for a fact, but I would be really surprised if either 
of them was still a virgin. We watched them as close as 
parents can watch a pair of sixteen year olds and if 
they weren't virgins, they certainly had not been 
promiscuous.

They got quiet after a while and I think they were 
finally going to sleep. Mike looked like he was 
sleeping. He had finally relaxed anyway. It was quiet 
in the room. Both of the other women had finally 
stopped crying.

Kim came over and sat on the edge of my cot and I 
scooted back and pulled her down beside me. The cots 
were tiny, but they were strong and though we didn't 
have much room it felt good to be close and I held her 
tight and we took comfort in being close.

I had almost fallen asleep when the main door banged 
open and the sheriff came in with two deputies and they 
were carrying those cattle prods again. He strode down 
the aisle and as he passed us he yelled, "Okay ladies, 
on your feet. It's time to go to work."

We heard their cells being unlocked and I watched the 
sheriff grab the woman that had gone to see the judge 
today when he nearly picked her up by her throat and 
asked, "Am I going to have any trouble with you bitch?"

She choked out a, "No," but she looked like she was 
going to collapse in tears at any moment.

He paused to stare threateningly at the young couple, 
but they were obviously cowed and he led the three 
prisoners out, followed by the deputies. We were left 
alone in the large room, but I was sure that we were 
being watched.

We eventually drifted off to sleep. We woke up some 
time later when the door opened and the three prisoners 
were being returned to their cells. We all sat up in 
our cots and were shocked to see that all three of them 
were nude now, even the young man. I thought to try to 
make the kids close their eyes, or turn their heads, 
but what was the point. I was reasonably sure that they 
would be exposed to much worse tomorrow.

All three of the returning prisoners seemed to have a 
dazed look on their face. They were limping and 
grimacing with every step. The sheriff wasn't there, 
just two deputies escorting them to their cells. They 
didn't leave though. We heard the deputies undressing 
and the sounds of sex from the cells as each of the 
deputies had sex with one of the two women.

They finished with the women and dressed and left and 
as soon as they left the room two more deputies came in 
and it started all over again. The sounds were obscene 
and my wife and daughters tried to cover their ears to 
block them out. Mike, on the other hand, seemed to be 
trying to watch, without anyone noticing. It angered me 
at first. I had to remind myself that he was a fifteen 
year old boy, I probably would have tried to watch too 
when I was his age.

It was quiet after the deputies left. I could hear the 
women crying quietly in their cells and the sound of 
their anguish was heartbreaking. What bothered me most 
though was that it just served to point out that I 
couldn't even protect my own family now. There was no 
help I could offer them.

We finally went back to sleep but we woke up again when 
another couple of deputies came in and raped the two 
women in the back cells. When they were done and had 
left the room another deputy came back and raped one of 
them. I guess the night shift had come on duty.

I got to sleep again, eventually, and only woke up 
once, when one of the twins flushed the toilet. Except 
for that I slept until they came around with the food 
cart in the morning and handed out bowls of what I 
think was oatmeal. It was only lukewarm and it was 
awful. We picked at it for a while, but it really 
wasn't edible. 

They also passed out cups of strong, black coffee. It 
tasted terrible, and our kids didn't drink coffee. But 
it was the only thing that they had given us to drink 
since they had put us in the cells yesterday, so we all 
sipped at it.

It was some time later before some deputies came in and 
took the other three prisoners from their cells. They 
were all still naked and understandably self conscious.

It was probably half an hour after that when the 
sheriff came in and stood in front of our cell and 
ordered us to stand up. He looked us over and asked, 
"You people are all going before the judge in a few 
minutes, are you going to behave yourselves, or do I 
need to cuff you?"

I promised him that we would behave and asked if we 
could get some water to drink. He rolled his eyes as if 
it were some kind of outrageous request and said that 
he would send a deputy back with some in a few minutes.

Five minutes later a deputy came back and collected our 
bowls and cups and handed us each a paper cup full of 
water. A toothbrush would have been nice too, or better 
yet a bathroom with a shower and a sink. We were 
grateful for the water. 

We finished off the water and then everyone needed to 
go to the bathroom again. We used our system of 
standing around with our backs to the toilet and each 
of us took a turn in the semi-privacy that provided. We 
didn't even know where the cameras were, so we didn't 
know how effective our efforts were. I was thinking to 
myself that after today we would probably be a lot less 
concerned with nudity and bodily functions. I had a 
real bad feeling about what was going to happen to us 
here, especially to the girls.

The sheriff came back in after we had all used the 
toilet and opened the cell and ordered us to follow 
him. He led the way out of the door and across the main 
room to a small room that was set up as a court room. 

As we entered I saw three women and a man already 
seated on benches facing the large desk where the judge 
would sit. They had obviously been here for a while. 
They were obviously very naked as well.

We were ordered to sit on a long bench behind the three 
naked women and the naked man. I saw Mike staring 
rudely at them, but he was separated from me by Kim and 
the twins and there was nothing that I could do about 
it. Then I reminded myself that it didn't really matter 
anyway. I put my arm around Kim and we sat and waited 
nervously for whatever was going to happen here today.

Finally a man came out of a side door and said, "All 
rise for The Honorable Rick Cheney."

We stood up and a chubby, bald man in a long black robe 
entered. He looked like he took himself awfully 
serious. He moved behind the desk and said, "The court 
will come to order, be seated."

We all sat down and he looked at some papers on his 
desk for a minute and then he looked up at us. His gaze 
seemed to linger on the twins, but then he turned to 
the sheriff and nodded.

The sheriff came forward and said, "Your honor, 
prisoner Sandra Day has been recommended for 
commutation. As you know, old man Ford died a few days 
ago of cancer and she took real good care of him, even 
when he couldn't get it up anymore. So in appreciation 
his family recommended that she get her sentence 
commuted."

The judge looked at the papers on his desk for a minute 
and then he looked up and said, "So ordered. Miss Day, 
your possessions will be returned to you and you will 
be released today. You are welcome to return at any 
time. Next."

The sheriff said, "Your honor, Daniel and Maureen 
Peters have served three quarters of their sentence 
without too much trouble and they are recommended for 
parole."

The judge said, "So ordered, your possessions will be 
returned to you and you will be released today. Next."

The woman in front of me started sobbing quietly and 
the sheriff said, "Your honor, Carol Stein has served 
seven days of a thirty day sentence. Last night she 
refused an order."

The judge glared at the woman who had begun to cry and 
ordered her to stand. When she was standing he asked, 
"Do you have anything to say for yourself Miss Stein?"

She looked up at the judge and said, "Your honor, he 
ordered me to fuck his dog!"

The judge continued to glare at her for a moment longer 
and then he said, "Thirty more days for contempt. 
Next."

The woman screamed, "No! Oh god no, your honor please. 
He wanted me to fuck his dog!"

The sheriff waived his hand and two deputies came in 
and took her out as she cried hysterically.

Now it was our turn and after listening to what had 
happened to Carol Stein I was even more worried than I 
had been before.

We had been seated on the second bench from the front. 
We were ordered to stand and the sheriff brought us 
around to stand in front of the first bench, about 
fifteen feet from the judge's desk.

He looked us over as the sheriff said, "Your honor, 
Earl Snow, Kim Snow, Morgan Snow, Megan Snow and 
Michael Snow are charged with obstructing the highway, 
failing to stop for a blue light and siren, resisting 
arrest and attempting to assault a police officer in 
the performance of his duties."

When I heard all of that I felt my knees get weak. The 
judge just glared at us and then looked at me and asked 
me how I pleaded. 

My throat was so dry that I could hardly speak. I 
croaked out, "Your honor, it's all just a 
misunderstanding. I can explain." 

When I tried to explain he interrupted. "I asked you 
how you plead Mr. Snow."

"Not guilty your honor," I managed to say.

He nodded and then he looked to the sheriff who told 
what happened yesterday from his warped perspective. He 
didn't really tell a lie, he just manipulated the truth 
a bit.

When he was done the judge turned to me and said, "Is 
that what happened, Mr. Snow?"

I tried to explain. I tried to tell him that I had not 
refused to stop. I had only driven until I found a 
place to turn out and park. I tried to explain that I 
was on the road in error. We had taken a wrong turn. I 
explained that I hadn't resisted arrest and what 
Michael was doing when he rushed out to come to my aid 
could hardly constitute and assault on a police 
officer. I knew before I opened my mouth that it was a 
waste of my breath. 

He let me talk, but he glared at me, as if I were 
insulting his intelligence and I was just another lying 
criminal. He let me finish and then he raised his gavel 
and said, "Guilty!"

He slammed his gavel down and then he said, "You are 
all sentenced to thirty days of community service. You 
will be put to work at the Trail's End Tavern in the 
evening, or elsewhere as the sheriff sees fit. During 
the day you will be assigned to community service, 
again, as the sheriff sees fit, until your sentence is 
served. Do you wish to appeal your sentence?"

It occurred to me that those three prisoners in the 
cells with us must have been waiting around an extra 
day, getting raped by the sheriff and deputies pending 
their appeal. It was all just an evil game they were 
playing with us.

I shook my head and said, "No your honor," quietly. 

As my wife and daughters cried quietly beside me the 
judge said, "It is time to pay the court costs." 

As he spoke I saw that the sheriff was now armed with 
one of those cattle prods and a deputy had moved over 
beside me with another one. It was starting already.

The judge watched me as he said, "Sheriff, proceed."

The sheriff moved around behind us and said, "Ladies, I 
need you to undress now please." 

Kim and the girls looked over at me and I turned to 
them and said, "Remember what I told you."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Kim began to 
slowly undress. She pulled her t-shirt off and dropped 
it on the bench behind us. Then, as she leaned forward 
to remove her shorts she said, "Come on girls, don't 
make things worse."

They were crying loudly now, but they finally started 
to obey. They pulled their tank tops off and put them 
on the bench. 

Kim had pushed her shorts off and was now in her bra 
and panties. For a thirty-seven year old mother of 
three, Kim had a remarkable body. From the head down 
her body looked a lot like our two sixteen year old 
daughters. Her breasts were slightly larger and maybe 
not quite as firm as they had been twenty years ago, 
but she looked great still and we were both proud of 
her figure.

The deputy beside me had finally come to realize that I 
was not going to do anything stupid and he moved away 
from me to get a better view of my wife and daughters 
as they undressed.

Kim reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and 
after taking a deep breath she let it slide down her 
arms and dropped it behind her. I heard her groan in 
embarrassment as she slit her panties off and then 
stood up with her hands covering her breasts and her 
pubic area. 

The judge and the sheriff and the deputy ignored Kim as 
they watched my daughters finish undressing. I didn't 
want to look, but I realized that, like everyone else 
around here, I was going to be seeing a lot of my naked 
daughters in the next thirty days. I glanced over and 
even though I had seen them in revealing bikinis and 
assorted skimpy garments over the last few years I was 
astounded at how lovely, how sexy they were. They 
looked all grown up! I finally managed to swivel my 
eyeballs back around to face the judge, embarrassed 
that I had even looked. No one had noticed my quick 
glance though. All eyes were on my wife and my 
daughters.

When my girls had finally dropped their panties on the 
bench behind them and were standing in the same pose my 
wife had adopted, the judge ordered the three of them 
to step closer. When they were right in front of his 
desk he ordered Mike and me to undress. But he didn't 
watch us. He ordered my wife and the twins to drop 
their arms and then he asked Megan, "I understand that 
you and your sister are sixteen, are you a virgin?"

Megan was already as red as she could get, but she was 
obviously embarrassed by the question. After a brief 
hesitation she answered, "No your honor," with a quick 
glance at Kim.

He asked Morgan the same question, and got the same 
response.

Then he just stared at them, waiting for me and Mike to 
finish undressing I think. I was embarrassed about 
being naked, but it was even worse because the sight of 
those three beautiful, naked bodies in front of us had 
given me a hard-on. I know that sounds awful, but as 
Kim was fond of saying, "I'm only a man!"

I glanced at Mike and saw that he had the same problem. 
We finally had our clothes off and stood with our hands 
over our genitals and the judge pushed his chair back 
and said, "Megan, come over here."

Megan glanced at Kim, and then she slowly worked her 
way around the judge's desk and stood in front of him. 
He ordered her to turn around and after she had turned 
all the way around the judge smiled at her and said, 
"Just as lovely as I knew you would be my dear."

His hand reached up and he explored her breasts for a 
moment. As he reached out for her I saw the deputy and 
the sheriff watching me and Mike for any sign that we 
were going to do anything foolish. When we didn't move 
they returned to watching the judge molest my daughter.

The judge played with her nipples until they stood out 
like small erasers and then he moved his hand down to 
her light little tuft of blonde pubic hair. He ran his 
hands through it and then he instructed Megan to spread 
her legs apart.

She sobbed quietly, but she obeyed. I watched as his 
hand moved between her thighs and then slid up and 
moved through the tight little crease of her vagina. 
She gasped and jumped when his hand began to slide up 
and down her slit, but she didn't pull away. 

His right hand continued to move through that tight 
little orifice, but his left hand reached up and began 
to unzip his black robe. Somehow I was not in the least 
surprised to see that he wore nothing underneath it. 
His cock stuck up, bouncing against his big belly as he 
allowed his robe to fall open and he asked Megan, "You 
ever suck a boy's cock?"

Megan hesitated, really not wanting to have to answer 
those kinds of questions in front of her mother and me. 
She avoided looking our way and after pausing as long 
as she thought she could get away with she finally 
nodded.

He smiled and asked, "You any good at it?"

She shrugged her shoulders and then said, "Probably not 
sir. I haven't done it much."

He smiled up at her and said, "Well little girl, why 
don't you let me be the judge of that?" He spread his 
legs farther apart and pulled her to her knees. 

She groaned in fear and embarrassment, but she didn't 
fight him when he pulled her head down and rubbed his 
cock over her lips. She kept her lips pressed tightly 
together for a moment, and then she spread them slowly 
and started sucking his big ugly cock.

He sighed in pleasure as she moved her lips up and down 
his shaft. His eyes were closed for a few moments. Then 
he opened them and wiggled his finger at Morgan, 
beckoning her closer. 

Morgan moved around his desk, trying hard not to see 
what her twin sister was doing. She came to a stop 
beside the judge and stared up at the wall behind him. 
He ran his hands over her, just like he had with Megan. 
When his fingers slid down the tight little crease 
between her thighs he grinned and held them up and 
said, "Hmmm, what's this?"

His finger was moist and Morgan looked like she wanted 
to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment. The 
sheriff and the deputy both chuckled and the sheriff 
said, "Looks like you got a hot one there judge."

The judge pushed Megan away from his cock and put his 
legs together. Then he pulled Morgan around so that she 
had her back to him and pulled her down onto his lap. 
His hand moved over her breasts and one finger slid 
over her slit for a few moments but then he turned to 
Kim and ordered her to come closer. 

Kim was so mad she was shaking. She didn't say anything 
though. She knew we were helpless and she knew better 
than to make matters worse. She moved over in front of 
the judge and tried not to see what he was doing to 
Morgan. He smiled up at her and said, "Kim, I am going 
to fuck your daughter now. I want you to reach down and 
put your hand around my cock and guide it into her 
cunt."

Kim looked like she had just been punched in the 
stomach. After a brief hesitation she groaned and then 
leaned down and wrapped her small hand around his fat 
cock and when the judge raised Morgan up a few inches 
she lined the cock up with her daughter's slit and 
lodged the head of it inside as he slowly lowered her 
onto his cock. 

When his cock was buried in her daughter's pussy she 
straightened back up and stared at the wall behind the 
judge.

The judge held Morgan down on his cock for a minute, 
enjoying the feel of her hot, moist, young pussy before 
he ordered her to start fucking herself on his cock. 

Morgan leaned down and placed her hands on the judge's 
knees and began sliding up and down on his cock as he 
had ordered. I tried not to watch as her breasts began 
to bounce wildly in response to her movements, but I 
couldn't help myself, and Mike wasn't even trying. Once 
she had attained a rhythm that he liked he ordered 
Megan to stand on one side of him and Kim on the other 
and while Morgan was fucking him he started sliding his 
fingers in and out of their pussies. 

He opened his eyes from time to time to look at them, 
but most of the time he was leaning back with his eyes 
closed and smiling broadly. Once he opened his eyes and 
looked at the sheriff and said, "You have earned 
yourself a raise sheriff."

After that it was quiet, except for the sounds of sex 
as the judge raped one of my daughters and molested my 
wife and my other daughter in front of my son and me 
and the other prisoners. 

He didn't last very long, I suppose. It just seemed 
like a long time. Just before he came he pulled his 
fingers from the vaginas of my wife and daughter and 
grabbed them both on the ass and squeezed hard as he 
lifted his ass out of his chair and filled Morgan with 
cum. He took his hands from Kim and Megan and grabbed 
Morgan's hips and held her in place for a moment, then 
he lifted her free and gently pushed her away.

He smiled up at her and said, "Excellent young lady, 
you are a fantastic fuck. We will have to do that again 
soon."

Then he turned to Kim and pulled her around in front of 
him and said, "Your daughter is a great fuck Kim, but 
she really made a mess. I need you to get down here and 
clean this up for me."

I couldn't believe it! And the son of a bitch sounded 
so fucking reasonable when he said it! He ordered her 
to do it in a calm level voice, like he was asking her 
to do some everyday task that was just one of her 
chores.

Kim blanched and almost refused. I could see her mind 
working. So could the sheriff. He quietly moved a step 
closer with that cattle prod at the ready. Kim was 
aware of the sheriff closing in and she finally dropped 
to her knees and leaned forward and began to perform 
that onerous task, to the amusement of the judge and 
his cronies.

I heard more noise behind us and I glanced back to see 
that several more deputies had entered the room at some 
point during our trial, for lack of a better word, and 
were watching the sex show with obvious pleasure.

The judge finally pushed Kim away and said to her, "We 
will have to try this again later Kim, just the two of 
us. You are very good at that."

Then he stood up and held his robe closed as he left 
the room. Once the door had closed behind the judge the 
sheriff directed two of his deputies to escort the 
three prisoners being released from the room and to 
return their clothing. When they were dressed he was to 
take them to what he called the release point. 

Once they had been led away another deputy gathered up 
our clothing and we were led naked back through the 
offices and returned to our cell. This time though, 
Mike and I were placed in an adjoining cell and Kim and 
the girls were put back in our old cell.

As soon as they were in the cell the sheriff pulled his 
pants down and bent Megan over a cot and raped her from 
behind while several of his deputies watched. Once he 
was done using her he forced Kim to clean him just like 
she had done for the judge. 

As soon as the sheriff pulled his pants up and left the 
cell, his deputies came in and fucked Kim and the 
twins. They all came in, in three groups of three and 
one final group of two. Then we were left alone for 
several minutes and the girls took turns using the 
toilet and cleaning up as well as they could.

I was struck by the size of the police force in this 
tiny little town. There were at least sixteen officers 
that I had seen on the day shift this morning, and 
there had been at least seven more on the two night 
shifts. Did it take that many cops to herd a few naked 
victims around so that they could be raped?

I couldn't help wondering why Mike and I were naked. 
Was that just to humiliate us, or was there something 
disgusting in store for us as well? For now though, we 
were just witnesses to the rapes of Kim and Morgan and 
Megan. 

Now that the cops had stopped trouping through and 
raping my wife and daughters I moved to the cot that 
was against the cell wall between our two cells. Kim 
and the girls were now sitting together quietly on the 
cot in their cell. I reached through the bars and took 
hold of Kim's hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

She turned around and smiled wryly and said, "I guess, 
so far anyway."

Then she turned to the girls and asked, "How about it 
girls, you holding up alright?"

The girls looked at each other and shrugged and Megan 
said, "I guess, so far anyway."

There wasn't much to be said after that. We just sat 
quietly and waited for the next indignity. It wasn't 
long in coming. Two of the deputies came back and 
unlocked our cells and with one in front and one in 
back we were led out into the street. The sidewalks 
were again lined with local men who watched quietly as 
we were led naked down the street to one of the houses 
on the edge of the small village. It was eerie the way 
they just sat there staring at us as we passed by. 
There were no rude comments, no taunts, just intense 
stares.

We filed into the old house and were led to a small 
bedroom upstairs. Once we had all crowded in we were 
told to take showers two at a time and we were given 
soap and shampoo and toothbrushes and toothpaste. We 
were also given razors and shaving cream and Kim was 
told to shave off her pubic hair. Then we were left 
alone.

Kim and I went first and while the water was warming up 
I hugged her and told her how sorry I was that I 
couldn't protect her and the girls. She held me close 
and said, "It isn't your fault. It's like we stepped 
into a Stephen King novel. There is nothing you can do 
without making things worse. We realize that."

We took a quick shower and I helped her remove her 
pubic hair. Then we brushed our teeth and combed our 
hair and went out and sent the girls in. I didn't know 
whether to feel sorry for Mike or want to spank him. 
His dick was still hard. I suppose that was normal for 
a fifteen year old boy surrounded by sex and nudity. I 
was impressed with the proportions of his manhood 
though. His dick looked as long as mine, and appeared 
to be even bigger around. Kim seemed impressed too.

The twins spent an unusually short amount of time in 
the bathroom and came out looking refreshed. Mike went 
in to take his shower and Kim and I each hugged one of 
the girls and tried to comfort them. It felt strange to 
feel my daughter's naked breasts pressing against me 
and I had to really fight to keep from getting another 
erection. Finally I knew that I would lose the fight if 
I held on any longer. I'm sorry, but I have two of the 
sexiest sixteen year old girls for daughters, and I am 
still "just a man."

When I let Morgan go she glanced down at my dick, and 
then she blushed. I kissed her forehead and said, "A 
lot of bad things are going to happen before we get out 
of here, we are going to have to deal with it. It is 
just as difficult for me to see you and your sister 
with no clothes on, and watch you being raped, as it is 
for you. Well, nearly as difficult. We are going to 
have to be a little tolerant until this is over. If you 
see Mike or me with and erection you are going to have 
to understand that it is a purely physical reaction and 
there is nothing we can do about it. It is in our DNA."

Morgan nodded and said, "We know daddy. We know you 
can't help it. We would expect nothing more from our 
perverted little brother. He is always trying to peek 
at us anyway. We are well aware of what mom always 
says. You are only men."

Megan said, "Don't worry, we have already figured out 
this is going to be a month of hell. We are going to be 
raped over and over and we are going to be humiliated. 
We know that there is nothing you can do about it. We 
just want to survive this and put it behind us. But I'm 
warning you right now, don't you ever try to get us in 
a motorhome ever again!"

I promised, but that wouldn't be a problem. If we 
survived this that motorhome was gone.

Mike finally came out and we all sat on the small bed 
and waited for someone to tell us what to do next.

It wasn't long before a woman came to the room and 
ordered Kim and me to follow her. We followed her 
downstairs and across the street to the small general 
store. She put us to work cleaning and stocking 
shelves. Every now and then a man or several men would 
come in and check out Kim, but they didn't interfere 
with what she was doing. They just looked her over, 
watched her as she leaned over or squatted, and she 
tried very hard to ignore them. 

Sometimes the men bought something, most of the time 
they just came in, looked Kim over and left.

Once a woman came in with a young girl and did a little 
actual shopping. The entire time the woman shopped her 
nine or ten year old daughter watched me stocking 
shelves and dusting. The mother paid for her purchases 
and came over and took her daughter's hand and they 
left as if a naked man and a naked woman working in the 
store were the most natural things in the world. 

I was working by the front of the store when I saw a 
man go by with the twins. They were walking down the 
sidewalk on the other side of the street. He took them 
to the diner and I guess they were put to work in 
there. 

I found out later that they had been turned into 
waitresses and the diner did a brisk business that day. 
Unlike Kim though, the girls were subjected to a lot of 
touching while they were taking orders and serving 
lunches. They too were surprised at the way parents 
brought in younger kids and acted like it was perfectly 
normal. More than one young boy explored their bodies 
that day, just like the adult men were doing. Their 
parents acted like they didn't just condone it, they 
approved of it.

I found out later that Mike spent the day in the bar, 
which hadn't opened for the day yet. He was cleaning 
up, sweeping and mopping and stocking the bar with 
snacks. The cooler had been restocked with beer the 
night before.

He wasn't working alone though. There were two women 
working with him. Both of them were attractive women in 
their early twenties. One was single, the other 
married. The married woman apparently caught the eye of 
the man that ran the bar, because he bent her over a 
table twice that afternoon and raped her. She just let 
him use her. Then she would wipe herself off with a 
napkin and go back to work. She was obviously 
embarrassed, but I guess it was the way things happened 
in this town.

Kim and I were able to hold a brief whispered 
conversation and we thought that, except for the naked 
part, this wasn't so bad. It turns out that we spoke 
too soon. A little before four in the afternoon the 
woman that was running the store left and a man took 
her place. He called Kim over to him and bent her right 
over the counter and fucked her right there in the 
store. Then, a few minutes later, he came over to Kim 
and sent her into the back. When she came back out a 
half hour later she had been fucked twice, bent over a 
table in the back room.

She came back out when the two men that had used her 
let her up. I saw that she had been raped again, but we 
didn't say anything. There wasn't any point.

It happened again about an hour later. Then the store 
was closing up and after the man locked up he took us 
back up to the room we had been taken to in the house 
and told us to get cleaned up. 

We took a quick shower and dried off and we were 
sitting on the bed holding hands when the twins came 
in. Although they had not had to submit to any of the 
customers this afternoon, they had been fucked by the 
male staff of the diner before they were brought back 
to the house. 

Megan was upset because she had been forced to suck off 
one of the guys and it was the first time a guy had cum 
in her mouth. When she choked on it he had slapped her. 
Then he had told her not to worry, she would get lots 
of practice. He had promised her that by the time she 
left town she would be sucking cock like a pro.

The girls took a shower and while they were in the 
bathroom Kim leaned into my shoulder and said, "Oh god, 
knowing I have to put up with this is one thing. But 
those are my babies!"

I held her and kissed the top of her head. There was 
nothing else that I could do.

The girls came back out looking much better and we all 
sat on the bed together. I couldn't get over how mature 
they looked. 

We didn't know what was coming next but we knew we were 
not through for the day. I suggested that they lie down 
and try to get a little rest, but we were all two keyed 
up for that.

It turned out that we didn't have much time anyway. A 
few minutes later a man came and led us down to what 
appeared to be a mess hall. There were a lot of long 
tables and benches and I started wondering how many of 
us there were. 

We were given paper plates with something that was 
supposed to be food and told that we had ten minutes to 
eat. We were already late for work. Then he stood and 
watched us impatiently while we ate.

We gobbled our food down and after disposing of the 
plates the man, who turned out to be the manager of the 
town's bar, led us all down the street to the bar. It 
was open now and men were starting to fill up the 
tables. The manager stopped just inside the door and 
pointed to a small stage where a woman was dancing 
suggestively. 

He spoke to Kim and the twins and said, "There will be 
a dozen women working with you in here tonight. You 
will each take turns up there on stage. You don't have 
to smile when you dance, but you damned sure better 
look hot. If you get up there and dance around like a 
dead fish and I start getting complaints, there are 
other kinds of shows that you can put on."

"When you aren't dancing," he continued, "you work the 
tables. You serve drinks and if someone grabs your ass 
or anything else you let him. If they want a fuck or a 
blowjob you don't crawl under the table. You bring them 
to that woman over in the corner by that door and she 
will find out what they want to do to you and take 
their money and you take them to a room in the back. I 
don't want any complaints about what happens back there 
either. Are there any questions?"

They shook their heads and he pointed to Megan and 
said, "That girl on stage is almost done with her set. 
When she gets down you get up and dance until I send 
someone else over to take your place. Since you are new 
I haven't had a chance to put you on the schedule. 
You'll be on it tomorrow. For that same reason I expect 
you will all be going into the back a lot. Especially 
you girls, we ain't never had any twins before."

Megan started making her way through the tables and as 
she did hands reached out and grabbed her ass at every 
table she passed. He ordered me to go behind the bar 
where I would be working until closing time. 

I felt just about as uncomfortable about being naked in 
here as the girls did. But tried to put it out of my 
mind and I made my way to the bar where a naked woman 
showed me where everything was. I spotted Mike coming 
out of the back with a bucket and a mop which he stuck 
in a closet and then he joined us behind the bar.

The girl showed him around just like she had me, and 
then she went out and started waiting on tables just 
like all the other women. I saw the manager taking 
Morgan into the back and I had a moment to ask Mike's 
how his day had gone. He looked exhausted. 

He told me that he had swept and mopped and washed off 
the tables all afternoon. He also grinned and said that 
the girl he had been working with, the single one, and 
he pointed her out, had felt sorry for him walking 
around with a hard-on all the time and when they were 
alone she had sucked him off. 

I had the impression that he had been the only virgin 
in the family up until this afternoon. I didn't say 
anything. His getting a blowjob was the least of my 
worries.

We got busy filling orders for the waitresses. The bar 
was filling up fast. I was really surprised. I wouldn't 
have thought that there were this many men within a 
hundred miles of here. I began to wonder if this place 
wasn't a well known secret to those who might want to 
enjoy what was offered here. Men could be coming from 
all over for a night of debauchery, a little localized 
sex tourism, a Mecca for perverts.

In between filling orders I watched my daughter dancing 
on the small stage. She was just doing a regular dance, 
but with her body, and in the nude, it was pretty 
erotic. I tried not to watch, but it was very exciting. 
The crowd was certainly pleased. I was afraid that she 
and her sister would both be spending a lot of time in 
the back tonight.

I was right, the girls and Kim too. The three of them 
were very popular and spent almost as much time in the 
back with the customers as they did in the front 
serving drinks and getting groped.

While Megan was still dancing the manager came over and 
ordered me to go clean up room three in the back and 
change the sheets.

I made my way to the back with a lot less trouble than 
the girls had and went through the cloth over the 
doorway and looked around for room three. I saw a pile 
of sheets and I grabbed one and walked past rooms one 
and two. In room two I saw Morgan on her knees sucking 
off a guy that looked to be in his sixties. I came to a 
stop reflexively and found myself staring at my 
daughter giving head to a dirty old man as 
enthusiastically as she could. The old man saw me and 
smiled at me and said, "She ain't half bad for a 
beginner. She'll get better. They all do."

I finally came to my senses and moved to room three and 
went to work, quickly straightening up and changing the 
sheets. I found a hamper for the sex stained sheet and 
tossed it in and I was just about to return to the bar 
when a large, rough looking man came into the back with 
Kim in tow. 

He glanced at me and then he pulled Kim close and held 
her against his body and kissed her passionately. She 
gave me a guilty look, but she returned his kiss and I 
watched as he pushed her into room one and undressed 
quickly.

I was still standing there when Morgan came out of the 
small cubicle wiping her mouth. She had tears in her 
eyes, but it was obvious from the look on the old man's 
face that he was entirely satisfied.

He went back out into the bar and Morgan avoided my 
gaze and tried to push by me and get to the sink so she 
could wash up and rinse out her mouth. I reached out 
and I pulled her close and said, "Don't be embarrassed 
sweetheart, it isn't your fault. We'll get through 
this."

She glanced up at me then and tried to smile. She 
nodded and then I let her go. I checked on the room she 
had been using but there seemed to be no need to change 
the sheets and nothing to clean up but a couple of 
tissues. I disposed of them and then I went back out to 
the bar.

The manager sent me back in to clean up the room Morgan 
had been using but I told him that I had already done 
it and he sent me back behind the bar. Morgan came out 
from the back and was sent to replace Megan on stage.

As the beer flowed the crowd started gradually getting 
louder and rowdier. A lot of them gathered around the 
stage and whenever a dancer got close to them she was 
groped roughly. The girls circulating through the bar 
taking drink orders had it even worse. Every time I 
spotted my wife or one of my daughters they were 
standing between two men at a table with a hand on 
their ass and a couple of fingers being forced into 
their tight little vaginas. From time to time they were 
pulled down and forced to kiss one of the drunken old 
men they were serving and even pulled into their laps 
and made to feed their young breasts into the 
customer's mouths.

The idea that they would have to survive a month of 
this abuse was devastating to me. I could not even 
imagine how horrible it must be for them.

Mike and I were the only two male prisoners in the bar 
and we were made to alternate the cleanup chores in the 
backroom. By the time the bar finally closed we were 
all exhausted. I glanced at the clock on the wall when 
the manager finally started getting people out. It was 
two in the morning. 

The bar was only half full by the time he yelled out 
that it was closing time. It took him half an hour to 
get everyone out and then we had to clean off the 
tables and put the chairs up and restock the cooler for 
tomorrow. It was three in the morning by the time we 
were allowed to sit and rest for a moment. 

There were a dozen naked women besides Kim and the 
twins. I noticed for the first time that there was 
another mother-daughter working here. The daughter 
looked younger than my twins.

The manager sat with us and asked us, my family, how we 
liked our first night. We all just looked at him, 
certain that he had been asking rhetorically. I 
realized after a long, uncomfortable pause that he was 
actually waiting for an answer and I finally said, "It 
was awful."

He grinned and said, "Well, it ain't over yet." He 
looked over at the twins and said, "I can't tell you 
cunts apart. Which one of you did I fuck before?"

Morgan raised her hand.

He stood up and started taking his pants down and 
called Megan over and bent her over the table that 
everyone was sitting around and fucked her right there. 
He seemed to be going out of his way to make it as 
humiliating for her as he possibly could. She was 
embarrassed, but she had already been fucked so many 
times this night that she just closed her eyes and 
waited for it to be over. 

After he fucked her he pushed her to her knees and made 
her suck his cock clean. I guess she had not been 
forced to do that very often. She gagged and really 
struggled to keep from getting sick. He smiled. Or 
rather he leered down at her as he watched her struggle 
to obey his sick request. Then he pushed her away and 
put his pants back up and sat down.

He wasn't through tormenting us for the night though. 
He ordered Kim to get up and come around and get on her 
knees. She expected to be humiliated, but she was not 
prepared for the sick order she received. She was 
ordered to move over to the chair beside him, where 
Mike was sitting, and suck off her son.

She gasped, and it looked like she was going to refuse. 
I watched as a look of resignation came over her face 
and then she took a deep breath and moved over between 
my son's legs and took his already erect cock into her 
mouth. She had tears running down her cheeks as she 
sucked him, but she didn't hold back. She sucked him 
just like she would suck me when I was lucky enough to 
get one of her good blowjobs. 

Mike looked like he was as upset as Kim was, but he was 
only human. I believe that he had gotten his first 
blowjob earlier today from one of the other female 
prisoners. Since then he had been surrounded by women 
being molested and dancing suggestively. I couldn't 
blame him when, after only a few minutes he came in 
Kim's mouth. She swallowed and then she kissed the head 
of his cock and smiled up at him. She still had tears 
in her eyes, but she managed to smile and she said, 
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Mike was obviously embarrassed, but he said, "No mom, 
that was pretty damned hot."

Then she looked over at the manager and he told her to 
go sit down. When Kim was seated he called Morgan over 
and I was afraid of what was about to happen. I was 
right. He ordered Morgan to bend over the table and 
then he ordered me to fuck her. 

It was embarrassing enough that I had an erection from 
watching my wife suck my son off. I glanced at the 
manager and saw how much pleasure he was taking from my 
discomfort. I moved behind my daughter and moved my 
hands over her back and said, "I'm sorry baby."

Morgan said, "I know daddy. It's okay. Don't worry. I'd 
rather do it with you than all those dirty old men that 
were in here tonight."

The manager chuckled, but then he said, "Shut the hell 
up and fuck her, or I'll go find a bunch of other guys 
that will."

I moved a little closer and bent at the knee to line my 
cock up with my daughter's moist slit. Then I slowly 
pushed it in. I can't deny it. It felt wonderful. I 
don't know how many men had been in here already 
tonight, but this was the hottest, tightest pussy I had 
fucked since before Kim gave birth sixteen years ago. 

Don't get me wrong, it's not that Kim wasn't still a 
great fuck. But Morgan was a beautiful, sexy sixteen 
year old with very limited sexual experience and the 
only reason that I did not cum almost immediately was 
that I was doing this in front of so many people and I 
felt very guilty about it. I didn't want to do this, 
but if I had to, I saw no reason that it shouldn't be 
pleasant for her and I tried very hard to please her 
before I reached orgasm. It didn't occur to me until I 
had been fucking her for a while that she would 
probably rather not achieve orgasm while being fucked 
by her father. I stopped holding back then and came 
quickly. 

I pulled out of her and tried to return to my seat, but 
the manager stopped me and ordered Morgan to clean me. 
She went to her knees at my feet and I looked over at 
the bar, unable to look at anyone while my daughter 
took my cock into her mouth and sucked it clean for the 
amusement of the dirty old man that was moving us 
around like his own personal sex toys.

We were finally allowed to return to our seats and 
everyone sat around quietly until the deputies on the 
night shift came and got us and led us to a different 
house than the one that we had showered in earlier. 
They escorted us inside and we were assigned to rooms 
randomly. 

I had expected, or maybe I should say that I had hoped 
to be able to sleep with my wife, but was instead 
assigned to the room with the mother of the young girl. 
After we had all been assigned to rooms I heard the 
deputies go into some of the rooms and use the women in 
them before they left.

The woman I was sharing a room with introduced herself. 
"Since we are going to be sleeping together I suppose 
we should at least know each other's names. I'm Diane."

I smiled at her and said, "Hi, my name is Earl."

We climbed into the small bed, it was only a full size 
bed, and pulled the sheet over us. There was no 
blanket. It was kind of cool, we were pretty high up in 
the mountains, and the logical thing to do seemed to be 
to cuddle up and share body heat. I offered to turn 
around, to prevent any embarrassment, but she said, 
"Earl, my daughter and I have been here for almost two 
weeks now. I doubt if you could embarrass me at this 
point."

I moved closer and pulled her attractive body close and 
said, "Listen, I can't promise that, well, that 
something won't come up between us tonight. I apologize 
in advance."

She chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it. It's kind 
of nice sleeping with a man for a change. Most of the 
people that I have been cuddling up to for warmth 
lately have been female, and I just can't get 
comfortable with a naked woman. Something in the back 
of my mind just keeps telling me how bad that is. It 
must be my Catholic upbringing."

Sure enough, before very long I felt my cock getting 
hard and I tried moving back a little to avoid touching 
her with it. 

She sat up in bed and turned around and pulled the 
sheet off of me and said, "Listen, let me take care of 
that for you. I really don't mind." 

Before I could respond she had moved down and taken my 
cock into her talented mouth and brought me to orgasm 
very quickly.

When she was done and we had gone back to cuddling I 
thanked her and apologized again. 

She said, "Two weeks ago I couldn't have done that. I 
never did that for my husband. Well, I would kiss his 
cock and suck it a little, but I would never let him 
cum in my mouth. Now it doesn't even matter."

I asked her how old her daughter was and she sighed. 
She said, "That is the worst part of this whole thing. 
She just turned fifteen. She was a virgin when we were 
brought here and this has been very hard on her. I 
think that she is going to make it though. She has been 
pretty strong. In fact, a couple of times she was the 
one that kept me going."

I told her that I knew how she felt, since I had two 
sixteen year olds here. Then I wondered out loud why 
this place had been kept open for so long. This had 
obviously been going on for a while. If they were 
really letting people go when their time was up as they 
said then why was no one coming in here with swat teams 
and taking all of these rapists and kidnappers away?

Diane said, "I wondered about that too. I have to 
believe that we will get out of here, that they will 
let us go when they said they would. I suppose that one 
reason is that none of us really knows where we are. 
Besides, I doubt if most of the women who leave here 
are anxious to tell anyone what they went through. 
Being gang raped and forced to work as a prostitute, 
and sometimes much worse, these are things that most 
women can't tell anyone about."

"I have another theory too," she added. "My daughter 
and I have been to several parties in the sheriff's 
house outside of town. Well, not so much parties as 
orgies. The men that showed up to take advantage of the 
shows we were forced to put on and then fuck the women, 
and girls, were not like most of the men that come into 
that bar on the average night. I suspect that some of 
them are either politicians with pull, or people higher 
up in the police hierarchy, or both."

I thought about that and realized that it made a lot of 
sense. Any complaints that might be lodged could be 
sidetracked and eventually just disappear. If anyone's 
complaints did come to light, there was that kangaroo 
court that we were all forced to sit through that lent 
an air of legitimacy to our imprisonment. They could 
just say that we had been legally arrested and tried 
and convicted and punished. All they had to do was deny 
all those crazy claims of sexual slavery."

We were quiet for a while. We were both exhausted, but 
too wound up to go right to sleep. I realized that 
Diane was still awake too and I asked, "Did you get 
pulled over on the highway too?"

She answered, "Yes, we must have taken a wrong turn, 
which I have learned is pretty much true of everyone I 
have talked to so far. I am beginning to suspect that 
these roads are poorly marked for a reason. I was 
looking for a place to turn around when a cop came up 
behind me and turned on his blue lights. It was a mile 
before I could pull over and he trumped up all kinds of 
charges against me."

I said, "Yes, same with us. The sheriff manipulated the 
truth so that there was just a kernel of fact in each 
trumped up charge. Then they took us into that jail. 
The first thing we saw was two other women being raped, 
several times. It was very disturbing. We had spent 
hours in handcuffs and that sheriff is a scary guy. By 
the time they led us into that courtroom this morning 
we were cowed."

"That sounds familiar," she said.

It got quiet again and finally we drifted off to sleep. 
It must have been after four in the morning by the time 
we got to sleep. They let us sleep late. They had our 
watches and there weren't many clocks around, but from 
looking out the window when they woke us up I could see 
that it was midmorning. 

We were ordered out of our rooms and herded down a hall 
to a large barracks style bathroom. I saw Kim coming 
out of her room and she was followed by a woman I 
hadn't seen before. In the next room Megan came out, 
followed by Mike. I can imagine that she was unhappy 
about having to sleep with her brother in the nude. 

We walked into the bathroom and I saw that besides Mike 
and me there was one other man present. He was younger, 
in his early twenties. He wasn't the young man that had 
been in the cell near us that first night and been 
forced to prepare his wife for the sheriff and his 
deputies and then watch as she sucked them off through 
the bars.

There were sixteen of us altogether. Unfortunately 
there were only four toilets, all sitting out in the 
open with not even a wall between them. Everyone needed 
to use the toilets pretty badly, and those among us 
with shy bladders were making things just that much 
harder. I was one of the last to use the toilet. Diane 
was seated right beside me. Our knees were almost 
touching. We smiled at each other and tried to act like 
this was normal. I suppose she had been here long 
enough that it was easier to cope. 

I was wrong though. As we left that part of the room 
and headed for the showers she said, "It never gets any 
easier."

We entered the shower room and there were enough 
showers for everyone. It was strange, taking a shower 
between two women I didn't know. I tried to concentrate 
on cleaning myself up and imagined that I was in my own 
shower at home. I was able to get through it without 
another embarrassing erection and I stepped out of the 
shower and picked up a threadbare towel from a stack of 
them just outside the shower room door.

I had another moment of discomfort when we filed into 
the area with the sinks and I discovered that each sink 
came with its own used, communal toothbrush. I looked 
around and everyone was just picking them up and 
brushing their teeth. I didn't see any alternative. So 
I joined them. At least they provided toothpaste.

When we were all finished I watched to see what 
everyone else was doing and we filed downstairs and 
into the street outside. The people from the ground 
floor were coming out too. I was shocked at how many 
prisoners there were. There were two more men that had 
been on the ground floor, including the one from our 
first night in the cells. I counted a total of thirty-
eight people. How could these people get away with 
this?!

As we were milling around outside waiting for someone 
to tell us what to do I managed to gather my family 
together. Diane came over and I introduced her to them 
and she introduced us to her daughter, Kelly.

After the introductions there wasn't much left to say. 
I noticed that Mike and Megan seemed uncomfortable. I 
wondered if anything had happened between them last 
night. It wasn't as unthinkable as it might have been 
two days ago. Besides, the odds were pretty high that 
before we left here he would be forced to have sex with 
both of his sisters just to amuse some fucking pervert.

I had my arm around Kim and I reached out with my other 
arm and pulled Megan closer. I leaned close to her ear 
and said, "Relax kid, we just have to get through it. 
You do what you have to do, and anything else, well, 
don't worry about it. We just need to get through it."

She smiled at me sheepishly and said, "That's easy for 
you to say, you didn't fuck your brother last night."

I couldn't help myself. I laughed out loud at that. 
Then I pulled her close and said, "No, but I fucked one 
of my daughters, and it was pretty amazing." Then I 
kissed her on the top of her head and just held her 
close while we waited.

Some of the locals finally came and started leading us 
away again. There weren't any assignments. They just 
pointed out the people that they wanted and led them 
away. 

The man from the diner was one of the early arrivals 
and he took the twins again, and Diane and Kelly and 
two other girls.

I was selected along with the young guy from the cells 
and a half a dozen young women. We were led off and put 
into the back of a truck and driven away. It was a 
short ride to a building about a half a mile outside of 
town. It wasn't much more than an oversized garage. 
Inside was a canning operation and we were put to work 
canning food and labeling the jars. We were each given 
a specific task and told what to do and the three men 
in charge then took turns picking out one of the women 
and leading her outside. 

They all came back a little the worse for wear and 
looking a little embarrassed, the women that is. The 
men looked pretty proud of themselves. 

The work wasn't hard but it was hot in that building 
and we worked up a good sweat. Every hour they would 
take a couple of us outside and hose us off with cool 
water. Usually they would take advantage of that 
opportunity to have sex with one of the women again. 

You could kind of tell how long the women had been here 
by how uncomfortable it made them to submit like that. 
The ones that had it the worst were the ones that had 
to suck these guys off. The men who were running this 
operation were just as hot and sweaty as we were, but 
they didn't appear to bathe regularly. All three of 
them were wearing coveralls that looked like they had a 
weeks worth of dirt on them.

When lunch time arrived we were herded outside and 
allowed to collapse under a nearby tree. A couple of 
local women came out of a nearby house with a tray of 
sandwiches for the locals. We were allowed to eat some 
of the fruits and vegetable that we were canning. I had 
not eaten breakfast, none of us had. But I wasn't 
hungry and just sat in the shade and rested. 

After the women gave the men their lunches they came 
over and checked out the help. One of them stopped in 
front of me and reached down with the toe of her boot 
and nudged my soft cock and said, "Hey Mary, check this 
one out. He ain't half bad." 

The woman was in her late forties and skinny and dried 
up, Mary was a little younger, but decidedly 
unattractive.

The men looked up and chuckled when she pointed out my 
manhood to her friend and one of them said, "You want 
to take him for a ride Joline, you go right ahead. 
Hell, he might just sweeten you up a little."

I was very relieved when Joline responded, "Hell Homer, 
you know you don't want to spoil me. If I start messing 
around with these smooth, sweet smelling flatlanders I 
might not want to mess with you no more."

The locals finished their lunch and moved us back 
inside and put us back to work. It was getting late 
when they finally put us back in the truck and took us 
back into town. We got out at the same place that they 
had picked us up this morning and a deputy was waiting 
for us by the door. He sent us inside and ordered us to 
get cleaned up. He told us we were late and to hurry 
up. 

I rushed upstairs and showered and brushed my teeth 
again and then went downstairs. The other man was out 
there already and a few minutes later the three women 
came out. We were rushed to the mess hall and when I 
got inside I saw the rest of my family at a long table 
and I waived at them. 

I was pushed along to the food line and I took a tray 
and as I went down the line and my tray was filled with 
some unidentifiable food. I got a glass of ice water 
and then I was moved to a section of empty seats with 
the four people I had worked with today.

We ate in silence, hurrying to catch up. I don't know 
what the rush was, but they wanted us to finish. I was 
hungry, very hungry, so I tried not to pay any 
attention to the taste of the food. I just wolfed it 
down and then took my tray up and went outside with the 
rest of the prisoners.

It was easy to see how the sheriff picked his victims. 
Almost everyone was an attractive young woman. I 
assumed that what few men got caught up in his traps 
were just incidental. This was partly about a cheap 
source of labor for his town, but mostly about a source 
of sex slaves for the town whorehouse. And of course 
keeping the locals sexually satisfied as well.

I looked at the gathering and remembered that less than 
half of us had been employed in the bar last night. I 
wondered if the others were given a night of rest. It 
might not be quite so bad if we got to alternate. 

A couple of deputies came over with the bar manager and 
started culling out a bunch of us. I was disappointed 
to find that there was no alternating at the bar. The 
manager seemed to pick out the girls that appealed to 
him. My whole family was selected again, so was Diane, 
but this time her daughter was selected too. When the 
deputy had counted out fifteen women and girls he led 
us off to the bar and we went right to work. 

The manager stopped us at the door and sent Mike and I 
back behind the bar again. His face lit up when he went 
down the line of women and came to young Kelly. I guess 
he was really into that young stuff. He bent her over a 
table right then and there and pulled out his cock and 
fucked her before he started telling everyone what to 
do. It was obvious that he had enjoyed Kelly before, 
and he also recognized that Diane was her mother, 
because he forced her to clean him off after he fucked 
her. Then he sent Kelly into the back to clean up and 
assigned the first round of dancers and wrote the 
girl's names down on a schedule.

We got the place ready to open and it started filling 
up fast. The manager told Mike and me that he didn't 
want to have to keep sending us back to clean up the 
back rooms tonight. He said that we knew what was 
required now and he wanted us to keep up with it. All 
that would be required would be to watch for some poor 
woman to come out of the back and then we would take 
turns going back and cleaning up the cubicle she had 
just been raped in.

The parade to the back rooms started almost 
immediately, with the twins being among the first to 
go. Mike and I managed to spend more time watching the 
door in back and less time watching those poor women 
being humiliated and abused around the large bar room 
and there were no complaints from anyone about the 
condition of the rooms in the back.

We were kept very busy again and the night passed 
quickly. I don't know how those poor women managed. 
Mike and I were both exhausted when the manager started 
putting the stragglers out at two in the morning again.

The manager wasn't that tired though. Not so tired that 
he couldn't play his little games again after we had 
cleaned up and restocked the cooler.

This time he fucked Morgan, and then he made Megan lick 
him clean. After he had his pants back on he sat down 
and ordered Kim to get up and come around and this time 
he bent her over the table where most of us were 
sitting and made Mike fuck her from behind. I suppose 
he was picking on us because we were the newest family 
here and he enjoyed making us do these horrible things.

I thought that I would be getting off this time, but he 
had time for one more dreadful pairing and he called 
Kelly over and he stood up and picked her up put her in 
her mother's lap. Then he ordered me to fuck her.

I was going to fuck a fifteen year old kid on her 
mother's lap for the entertainment of this retarded 
hillbilly. I looked guiltily at Diane. I really didn't 
want to do this. She knew I had no choice. None of us 
had a choice about anything around here. She shrugged 
and smiled at me and mouthed, "It's okay Earl, we 
understand."

That didn't make it any easier. I stood before them, 
but I couldn't figure out how to fuck her daughter in 
this position. She was too low for me to take while 
standing, and too high if I went to my knees. I looked 
over at the manager and he realized the problem and 
stood up and repositioned Kelly so that she was 
standing in front of her mother and bent down with her 
face in her mother's face and her arms around her neck.

I reached between her legs and her pussy was still 
moist from all of the abuse it had already received 
this evening. I lined my cock up and fucked her as 
quickly, but as gently as I could. After I came I bent 
over her and whispered, "I'm sorry Kelly," in her ear. 

She sighed and whispered back, "I know, it's okay. I'm 
used to it."

That didn't make me feel better about what I had done.

The deputies finally came and got us again and I tried 
to stay with Kim this time. It didn't do any good. When 
we got to our rooms we were separated again. I began to 
suspect that it was intentional. 

Tonight I found myself in a room with the woman who had 
been alone in a cell that first night. 

She didn't look happy about sharing a bed with me. She 
looked like she was about to freak out. I tried to 
smile reassuringly and I said, "Please, don't worry. I 
am not going to rape you. We need to sleep together for 
the body heat, but except for that I promise not to 
touch you."

She shuddered and relaxed after a minute. She took a 
deep breath and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I just….I 
just don't know how much more of this I can take. I 
have always been pretty conservative. You would 
probably say uptight. I just don't think that I can do 
this for a month. I think I will have to kill myself."

I got in bed and held the sheet out for her. When she 
was lying down I tucked some of the sheet down between 
us and I held her close and tried to comfort her. I 
couldn't even protect my own family. There wasn't 
anything that I could say or do for her besides hold 
her and keep her warm. She was so fragile that I really 
wished that I could help her. 

Just like last night we were too wound up to sleep at 
first. I learned that her name was Melody and that she 
had been trapped just like the rest of us. They really 
had this down to a science. We talked a little, but she 
was not very forthcoming about her personal life. I 
think that she didn't want anyone to find out who she 
was. So I just held her and we finally went to sleep.

The next morning we went through the same routine in 
the bathroom and then we all went downstairs to the 
street. I guess prisoners don't eat breakfast in this 
town. We were again picked off by the locals and taken 
away and put to work.

I noticed that the man from the diner picked all new 
people this morning. Mike and I and four young women 
were taken away in a truck again. This time it was a 
different truck, and a different group of men. We were 
driven to a farm outside of town. As I looked around I 
noticed that it did not appear to be a working farm. I 
didn't see any cattle or livestock, other than a couple 
of dogs running around. The nearby fields obviously 
weren't being worked either.

We went inside the barn and I was surprised to see that 
it was set up as photography studio. There were three 
locals, the two men that had come and gotten us and one 
who had been here waiting. 

Three of the women were immediately put to work 
servicing the men, and as soon as they were done they 
took a closer look at the women and selected one and 
the rest of us got to take it easy while they began 
taking photographs of the woman in embarrassing poses. 

I didn't know why they needed Mike and me for this, but 
it beat the hell out of that steam bath I had been 
working in yesterday. 

They had a little trouble with the girl they had chosen 
to model. They wanted something more akin to a smile on 
her face and she was having trouble accommodating them. 
They knew how to make a woman smile though. They 
threatened her until finally she was able to satisfy 
them. Once she was able to force a smile they began 
taking roll after roll of pictures in all sorts of 
poses. Then, one after the other, they put the other 
three women through the same ordeal. 

They would stop from time to time and get a blowjob so 
that they could concentrate on their work, but except 
for that they worked right through lunch. When they had 
taken enough pictures we adjourned to a small room in 
the back of the barn that was set up like a kitchen and 
we had some sandwiches. One of the guys set out some 
cold cuts and some bread and some iced tea. They each 
made a sandwich for themselves and left us alone for a 
while.

Most of the women ate in silence, all of them were 
embarrassed about what they had just done and worried 
about what the men had planned for those pictures that 
they had just been made to pose for.

One of the young women and Mike and I started talking. 
She had been on her way home from college almost three 
weeks ago and had taken what she had been sure was a 
short cut over the mountain instead of driving all of 
the way around it.

Mike told her and anyone else that was listening, how 
we had fallen into their clutches. I kind of tuned them 
out and let them talk. We all seemed to have just about 
the same story. I still found it impossible to believe 
that this could just go on and on like this.

We all ate a couple of sandwiches. Even the most upset 
among the young women had been underfed since they 
arrived here and couldn't turn down a good roast beef 
sandwich.

When we had all eaten our fill we put everything away 
and waited for the men to come back. Mike was still 
talking to the cute little college girl and now they 
were wondering why Mike and I had been brought along. 

We were about to find out. One of the photographers 
came and got us and we followed him back out to the 
working area. The three men looked the women over and 
selected the college girl that Mike had been talking to 
and ordered her onto the bed in a bedroom set and posed 
her. Then they called Mike over and started posing him 
with her in more obscene, more sexually explicit photos 
involving all sorts of sex acts. 

The girl wasn't happy about it, but Mike was having 
trouble hiding how much fun he was having. After they 
had exhausted most of the possibilities they called 
over another of the young women and started posing the 
three of them while they exposed another couple rolls 
of film. It looked like Mike was having trouble 
maintaining his composure and the men came in for some 
good close-ups and ordered the college girl to suck him 
off and let his cum shoot all over her face.

Mike was relieved that he didn't have to control 
himself any longer and he quickly covered the girl's 
face with a load of hot cum. They took some pictures of 
her this way and then they got more shots of the other 
girl licking her face clean.

As soon as the college girl was cleaned up the other 
girl was dismissed and the college girl was ordered to 
get Mike hard again. Once Mike had another erection I 
was brought into the picture and the three of us posed 
for more than an hour in one obscene picture after 
another. 

In one picture I was laying on the bottom with the girl 
on top of me fucking me. Then Mike was put in position 
over her and made to insert his cock into her ass. It 
was uncomfortable at first, for all three of us. It was 
most uncomfortable for her of course. Once we got 
started though, we all came close to losing it during 
that one. 

In another few pictures they made us both put our cocks 
into the poor girl's pussy at the same time. She was 
stretched uncomfortably during that set, but once she 
got used to it she said it felt kind of hot.

We posed for another couple of pictures with Mike and I 
lying butt to butt on our backs with our legs stretched 
up along each other's torso and our balls touching. The 
girl held our cocks together and managed to force her 
mouth down over both of them at the same time. It was 
uncomfortable, and there was not enough stimulation for 
either of us. Looking down at her though, I had to 
admit that it looked pretty erotic with that beautiful 
face sliding down over both of our cocks at the same 
time.

They finally put her on her hands and knees and Mike 
was ordered to fuck her face and I was ordered to fuck 
her pussy from behind and this time they wanted us to 
cum, but when we started to cum they wanted it all over 
her back, not inside of her.

We were both pretty worked up and it didn't take very 
long at all before we covered her back and her hair 
with cum. They got a few more close-ups of her and then 
they sent the three of us to a side room where we found 
a shower.

We took a quick shower together and dried off and when 
we went back out we came to a sudden stop and stared 
across the room in horror. One of the women was 
strapped down to a bench in the middle of the barn. It 
was the woman who had been so quiet, and so painfully 
shy. A large dog was sniffing around her and licking 
her. It was obvious that he was getting agitated. His 
hindquarters were twitching and he was whining as he 
licked at the young woman. 

The young woman was softly crying and begging them to 
get the dog away from her. She was terrified and one 
man had a movie camera trained on her face to catch 
every second of her fear and humiliation. The other two 
men were also carrying professional movie cameras and 
moving around her and filming as the dog lapped at the 
woman's pussy and his cock grew longer and longer. 

I imagine that he had done this before. He knew what he 
wanted and soon he was on her back with his forelegs 
wrapped around her and as he worked his way up her body 
his hips were already making a fucking motion as if he 
were already inside of her. 

Her protests were louder now and the men seemed to love 
it. We watched from where we were, unable to turn away 
as a stream of liquid began flowing from the dog's cock 
and covering the poor woman's ass and thighs. Then the 
dog moved up several more inches and on one of his 
thrusts his cock found its target and the woman 
screamed loudly as he buried his cock in her pussy. At 
least I hoped it was her pussy. We couldn't really tell 
from where we were standing. 

The woman was crying hysterically and begging them to 
pull the dog off of her, pleading loudly with them for 
mercy. I wanted to go over there and make them stop. 
There was nothing that I could do though. Every one of 
those guys outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. 
Finally I couldn't stand it and I turned around and 
then I turned Mike around and the young college girl 
who seemed to have turned to stone. I held them all and 
we stood with our backs to the poor girl who was being 
raped by a dog and I realized that both Mike and the 
college girl were crying. 

It went on and on and several times I heard the poor 
woman scream in pain. I didn't know what was happening. 
I didn't want to know. Just like with every other 
situation that had arisen since the sheriff had stopped 
me on the side of that mountain road I was totally 
helpless.

I heard another loud scream, louder than the others and 
then it got quiet. The woman was still crying, but 
quietly now. The dog had finished and was curled up 
nearby licking himself clean. One of the men was 
filming that, but the other two continued to film the 
woman's degradation. One in front, filming the agony in 
her face, the other from the back, filming her 
stretched out pussy and the large puddle of dog cum 
that was leaking out of her.

They filmed her like that for what seemed like a long 
time. At last they were done and they left the woman 
fastened to the bench while they gathered the other 
three girls around and two of them got one last blowjob 
for the day. The third man bent the college girl over 
the back of the girl on the bench and fucked her from 
behind.

When they had all been satisfied we were taken back out 
to the truck and driven back to town and dropped off at 
the building that I had come to think of as the 
barracks. We went inside and showered and then, as more 
and more people came back and got cleaned up we 
assembled outside and waited to be allowed to go to 
supper. 

We had to help the girl who had been raped by the dog. 
She was still out of it, still crying quietly. We 
bathed her and brushed her hair and Mike and I almost 
carried her everywhere. We sat her down on the steps 
out front and when his roster indicated that everyone 
was accounted for the deputy led us to the mess hall. 

We carried the woman through the line and got her a 
tray of the slop that passed for food, but we couldn't 
make her eat. She just sat there crying quietly and we 
were really afraid that she had lost her mind.

I finally just moved her tray out of the way and let 
her lay her head down on her arms and one of the other 
girls comforted her and let her cry.

I got a chance to talk briefly with Kim and the girls 
since we were eating earlier today and we weren't being 
rushed by the deputies.

Everyone was upset about the girl beside me, but I 
didn't want to talk about it right now. I told them I 
would tell them about it later. They gave me a quick 
outline of the kind of day that they had.

Kim and Morgan had gone with several other women to a 
nearby dairy farm and had spent the day cleaning out 
the barn. They had also been tasked with servicing the 
farmer and his three teenage sons, and two of the boys 
from a neighboring farm. They had spent nearly as much 
time fucking and sucking as they had shoveling cow shit 
and hosing down the barn.

I smiled at her and asked, "Did you get to try out the 
milking machines?"

She hit my on the shoulder and "No, but I saw them and 
I think you would have a lot more fun with them than I 
would."

Morgan said, "Mom!"

Kim looked at Morgan and said, "Oh shit girl, lighten 
up. We have a lot more of this before we get out of 
here. You better learn to laugh."

Morgan said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But just 
remember this when we finally get the hell out of here. 
I'm not going back to pretending to be a virgin."

Christ! I hadn't thought of that. When this was finally 
over it was not going to be all over. There were going 
to be some drastic changes in our lives.

We turned to Megan and she said, "I went back to the 
courthouse and spent the day with the Judge and the 
sheriff. That fat little fucking judge is like a 
permanent fucking hard-on!"

Morgan and Mike both chuckled. I started to tell her to 
watch her language but I ended up chuckling instead. At 
least she had seemed to take it well. She didn't seem 
traumatized.

Then I told them about what Mike and I had done today. 
I tried not to tell them about the poor girl beside me 
but it came out in the end. They looked as horrified as 
we had been. God, I could still hear that poor woman's 
pitiful cries to them to get the dog off of her. I 
would be having nightmares about that for a long time 
to come.

A deputy came into the room and ordered us to put our 
trays up and get outside. We were lined up outside when 
the manager of the bar came out and started picking 
through us. I guess Mike and I had a full time job 
because we were the first two that he picked this time. 
Then he picked out the females for the evening. He 
picked out the twins and Kim again, and Diane and 
Kelly. Instead of the normal fifteen he picked out 
twenty girls this time. 

I don't know what the other people ended up doing, but 
the deputy made two of the women take the girl that was 
so upset inside and stay with her. We were led off to 
the bar and started getting it ready to open.

While Mike and I went behind the bar and got it ready 
the girls were called over to another corner out of 
earshot and the manager had a talk with them. I assumed 
that he was setting up the dance schedule for the 
evening. 

As I was walking through to the back to make sure the 
back rooms were ready for the customers I noticed that 
they had built another stage on the other side of the 
room. 

I guess that was why they had more girls tonight. If I 
had to guess I would guess that either the judge or the 
sheriff, or both of them, owned this bar and that this 
was where most of the money came from. There was a 
constant flow of alcohol and a constant flow of horny 
men and a variety of very pretty girls that were being 
pimped out in the back room. This place had to be a 
major money maker for whoever owned it.

In a few minutes the doors were opened and the men 
started pouring in. I was beginning to recognize some 
of them. It helped that they seemed to wear the same 
clothes every day. 

As soon as the doors opened a girl went to each of the 
stages and began to dance and the others began getting 
drinks and submitting to crude comments and rough 
gropes of their privates.

Once the bar started filling up though, the nature of 
the entertainment changed. Instead of a girl dancing at 
either end of the room, there were two girls, and after 
the first number they began doing more than dancing. 

The first two girls on the new stage were the twins. 
They danced side by side through the first number and 
then they moved together and started making out. They 
ended up over the next several songs, dropping to the 
floor and kissing and touching and eventually ended up 
in a sixty-nine. 

I looked over and saw Mike staring with his jaw wide 
open and I had to reach over and slap him on the back 
of the head to get him to pay attention to what he was 
doing. We tried not to watch them. I was sure that it 
was humiliating, degrading beyond belief. But fuck it 
was hot!

When the twins got off stage Diane and Kelley went on 
and performed the same act. It went on and on all 
evening on both stages. Sometimes the girls had 
different partners, except for the twins, they were 
very popular and they were always together.

The new shows made a big difference in the number of 
men using the back rooms too. It was getting hard to 
keep up with them and if business stayed like this they 
were going to have to assign someone to stay back there 
and keep things cleaned up. I didn't want to notice, 
but I couldn't help seeing how often the twins were 
taken out back. Several times this evening two men 
would take them out back as a foursome. They had a 
horrible night, and Kim didn't have it much better. She 
looked a lot like an older sister to the twins and she 
was also very popular.

I checked the time, it seemed like this night was going 
on forever. I couldn't believe that we still had two 
hours until closing time. I was tempted to sneak one of 
those beers I kept shoveling over the counter to the 
poor, terribly abused young women, but I knew that I 
would get caught and be in trouble.

I saw two men coming out of the back and it was my turn 
to take care of clean up. I hurried back and as I 
walked through the curtain I saw the manager yelling at 
one of the women. I assumed that she was the one that 
was servicing the two men that just left the back room. 

I couldn't tell what he was yelling about, but he was 
furious. I looked into the room and it was a fucking 
mess. I began cleaning it up and the sheet was soaked 
with urine. I put the sheets in the hamper and turned 
the mattress over and put a clean sheet on it. It still 
stank of piss, but that wasn't my problem. 

When I was finished I mopped the floor and just as I 
was about to leave another room emptied as a huge fat 
man left, followed closely by Megan. She glanced at me 
and blushed. I smiled at her and she smiled back and 
went to clean up in the ladies room. I went ahead and 
cleaned up the room she had used and started back to 
the bar. 

Before I could reach the bar the manager stopped me and 
told me to take a mop into the men's room and mop up 
under the urinal.

I grabbed a mop and went into the men's room and as I 
went in I heard a woman sobbing loudly. I looked around 
the corner and it was the girl that had made the 
manager so mad in the back room. She was handcuffed 
inside the trough that was the urinal and several men 
were lined up and pissing all over her.

I waited until they left and she lay there crying as I 
mopped up the mess that I guess had been made when the 
manager tossed her into the trough and chained her 
down. 

She looked at me through tear stained eyes and said, 
"They pissed on me. They pissed on me and I tried to 
get them to stop. So he put me in here for the rest of 
the night. Oh god, now they are all pissing on me!" 

And they did too. As soon as I had finished mopping the 
floor a few more men came in and eagerly pulled their 
cocks out and laughed heartily as they sprayed her with 
urine from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, 
laughing and making crude comments the entire time.

I waited until they left and I washed her face with a 
paper towel. I was surprised to find that I was crying 
too. I bent down and told her I was sorry. There was 
nothing I could do for her. 

She calmed down when I washed her face and said, "I 
know. There is nothing any of us can do. Thanks for 
caring."

I bent close and kissed her forehead and told her I 
would check on her as much as I could. She thanked me 
and then I stood up and moved away as more men came in.

I took the mop back and rinsed it out and checked the 
back rooms and cleaned up another one before returning 
to the bar. I couldn't get that poor girl out of my 
mind and I saw that word seemed to be getting around 
the bar. There was a steady stream of men, far more 
than normal, filing into the men's room in the last two 
hours before closing. Whenever I went into the back 
room to clean up I grabbed the mop and went to the 
men's room and did what I could for her. She was seldom 
alone after that, but when she was I washed her face 
with a paper towel and let her know how long it was 
until closing time.

When the bar had finally emptied out and Mike and I had 
restocked the coolers the manager tossed me the keys to 
the woman's handcuffs and said, "Get her out of there 
and take her out back and hose her off."

People looked at me curiously as I went to the men's 
room and set her free. She was just laying there crying 
quietly and waiting for whatever was going to happen 
next.

I unlocked the cuffs from the water pipe and helped her 
up. I walked her to the sink and washed her face with 
soap and water and then I led her out of the men's room 
and through the back room and out back. On the way 
through the back room I grabbed a towel and a sliver of 
soap from the sink. 

I hosed her down. It was cool outside, and the water 
was cold, but she was more than happy to suffer the 
cold to get rid of the urine. When she was wet I used 
the soap to wash her as much as possible and then I 
rinsed her off. As I worked I talked to her quietly, 
trying to calm her down and get her mind off what had 
happened to her.

As I was drying her off she said, "Thanks Earl, I 
appreciate what you did for me tonight. Thanks for 
treating me like a human being. I took her in my arms 
and said, "I wish I could do more. What I can do is 
promise you that if I get out of here this won't happen 
to anyone else. I am going to close this place down. I 
don't care how high up it goes."

She managed a strained smile and said, "If you don't I 
will."

I coiled the hose back up and we went back inside just 
as the manager was finishing up fucking Morgan. He made 
Kim suck him clean. He really seemed to get a kick out 
of tormenting my family.

As I came in he gave me a nasty look. When I got closer 
he said, "I saw what you were doing in there tonight. 
You better watch your step boy."

I nodded my head and said, "Sorry sir."

I don't know if he was mollified or not. He nodded and 
turned back to the prisoners to decide what he would 
have us do to entertain him until the deputies came to 
take us away.

I guess he was getting bored with us because we all sat 
there waiting nervously for him to pick someone to 
humiliate and it looked like he wasn't going to be able 
to think of anything. Finally he just ordered me to let 
Gail, the girl from the urinal, suck my cock until it 
was hard and then he wanted me to fuck her ass while 
she sucked Mike's cock.

We were almost relieved. She wasn't anxious to be 
fucked in the ass, but he had come up with worse ideas. 
When she had made me hard and as wet as she could get 
me I got on my knees behind her and started forcing my 
cock into her ass as gently as possible. The manager 
wasn't having any of that and he ordered me to drive it 
home. 

I didn't want to hurt her, but we both knew that I had 
no other option. I forced my cock into her ass quickly 
and it was painful for her. She had been here for weeks 
and been fucked in the ass more times than she could 
count and she was not as tight as she was when she got 
here. So at least I didn't damage anything. She yelled 
in pain, but Mike was in position then and he put his 
cock in her mouth and we started fucking her from both 
ends.

I would have rather tried to make it pleasant for her, 
but we were doing these things for the amusement of the 
manager and it was him that we had to please. Mike and 
I both came quickly and after she swallowed Mike's load 
she turned around and took my cock in her mouth and 
sucked me clean. The manager was behind me and couldn't 
see her face. She looked up and winked at me as she 
sucked. I patted her head gently and winked back and 
then I pulled out of her mouth and stood up and helped 
her up.

The deputies finally showed up and escorted us back to 
the barracks. These were not the same ones that 
normally escorted us and they didn't seem to care who 
slept where, so Kim and I were finally able to spend 
the night together. The twins also paired up. I kept an 
eye out as the hallway cleared out and watched Mike 
just waiting to see who would be left. Before he was 
left as the last man standing a young woman approached 
him and smiled and took his hand and they went off to 
an empty room. I recognized her as the first woman to 
give him a blowjob that first day when he had worked 
during the day in the bar. So I assumed he was happy.

I climbed into bed with Kim and we cuddled for the 
first time in days. We talked a little about what was 
happening, but mostly we just held each other and took 
comfort from being close. The next thing we knew it was 
morning and we were crowding into the bathroom and 
waiting in line for a toilet or squeezing into the 
narrow space allotted for each shower head and washing 
quickly. 

After drying off we waited in line for the sinks and 
the communal tooth brushes. There were a lot of 
disgusting things happening around here, but when I 
finally leave here I am convinced that my longest 
lasting memory will be of having to share a toothbrush 
with god knows how many people.

We went downstairs and gathered outside in the cool 
morning air and shivered as we waited for everyone to 
be present so they could hand out our assignments. When 
we were all present the deputy in charge stood up on 
the raised wooden sidewalk and said, "Everyone that has 
been out to the photography studio since they have been 
here step out and line up across the road."

It was quite a few of us, all but about a dozen. I only 
counted seven women that had not, my wife and daughters 
among them thankfully. The deputy made note of those 
who had not and pointed them out to those of us who had 
and said, "I want those of you who have been there to 
tell these few that haven't what happened while you 
were there. Make sure that they are fully informed. 
It's important that they know."

Just then a pickup truck drove up and the young couple 
that had been in the jail with us that first night was 
standing in the back of it, secured to a rack behind 
the cab of the truck. They looked rough. They were 
scratched up and bruised and crying pitifully.

The deputy ignored them and addressed us. "This young 
couple tried to escape last night. They went around in 
circles in the woods for a while and then we picked 
them up on the only road out of here. In four hours 
they had gotten less than half a mile. Because they 
tried to escape they have had four months added to 
their sentence, and they will be spending the next week 
at the studio."

A lot of women gasped in horror at that. The deputy 
nodded and said, "I see you understand the implications 
of that. Make sure that everyone is made aware of what 
they can expect."

The pickup truck drove away with the woman in the back 
screaming at us to help her. I couldn't do anything 
now, but I vowed that I would help her when I got out 
of here.

We were then lined back up to await selection for our 
daily work detail. The twins and Kim and Kelly and two 
other girls were selected for the diner again. 

I went to work in the general store with a woman I 
hadn't met before. We introduced ourselves on the way 
over there, her name was Sylvia and she was a brand new 
insurance agent who had gotten lost on her second day 
of work and ended up here. She was half way through her 
thirty day sentence and was hoping and praying for time 
off for good behavior.

We went to work stocking shelves and cleaning and 
dusting in the store. The first day that I had worked 
here in the store with Kim we had been left pretty much 
alone until late in the afternoon when Kim had been 
taken into the back and raped several times. Today was 
worse for Sylvia. First of all, the woman we had worked 
for wasn't here today. There was a fat old man, a 
different man than the first time I worked here. He was 
in his late fifties and ugly as sin. He was sitting 
behind the counter and supervising us. He didn't have 
to watch Sylvia for long before he took her into the 
back and raped her. 

The old man came out in about ten minutes and Sylvia 
came out a few minutes later. She avoided looking at me 
for a while, but then she got over it and we just made 
believe it didn't happen.

That wasn't the end of it though. It wasn't long before 
men started coming in and talking quietly to the man 
behind the counter and then taking Sylvia into the back 
room. I guess the reason that Kim hadn't suffered the 
same fate, or at least not as often, was because the 
woman had been behind the counter. The old guy seemed 
to get a kick out of pimping Sylvia out. The men would 
take her in back and fuck her and then come out and 
stop and talk with the old guy and they would watch 
her, enjoying her discomfort and chuckle about it until 
the next man came in. 

The old man left us in the store alone and put up a 
closed sign at lunch time. He went to the diner and had 
lunch. We had nothing. I thought about sneaking a 
package of crackers or something, maybe a candy bar. 
But I was almost positive that he would somehow know 
and that he was hoping we would do just that. So we sat 
on the floor with our backs up against the counter and 
talked quietly until the old man came back.

We stood up when he came in and he ordered me back to 
work. He was followed in by two men from the diner who 
immediately took Sylvia into the back. You could hear 
the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and the loud 
slurping as she struggled with a cock in her mouth. I 
felt so sorry for her. I knew how much this embarrassed 
her.

When the two men left the old man went into the back 
and I heard her sucking him off. It took a long time to 
get the old man off and when she finally came back out 
she was wiping the tears from her eyes.

I couldn't help wondering how they could get together a 
whole town of rapists, because that seemed to be the 
focus of this entire town and the surrounding area. It 
was an entire industry devoted to kidnap and rape and 
forced prostitution. It just boggled my mind. You just 
knew that people in authority somewhere had to know 
about it.

The parade of men that came in to rape Sylvia finally 
came to an end and we were taken back across the street 
to the barracks. As we waited around the others 
gradually started streaming in until we were all 
accounted for. I don't believe I will ever become 
accustomed to standing around in a crowd of beautiful 
naked women.

I saw Kim and the girls finally coming over from the 
diner. They looked tired, but at least they had not had 
to have sex with the customers. They only had to 
service the cooks and male staff of the diner at the 
end of the day.

We were finally allowed inside to shower and get ready 
for our one meal of the day, if you want to call it a 
meal. They certainly saved a lot of money on food for 
the prisoners.

One of the girls at the diner had gotten a chance to 
tell Kim and the twins about the studio and what that 
poor couple was in for out there. She was terrified 
that she or our daughters would have to go out there 
before we were set free. I tried to reassure her. I 
told her that with what seemed to be the normal amount 
of time off for good behavior we would be out of here 
not much after that couple had finished there 
punishment. Actually, there would still be a few days 
more than another week that they could be sent out 
there, but I didn't want her to worry about that.

We went in and showered and dried off and reassembled 
in the street. When everyone was accounted for we were 
let into the mess hall and we sat through another 
really bad meal. The food was awful, but we were 
starving and as far as we knew it hadn't made anyone 
sick yet.

When dinner was over we went back out and waited for 
the manager of the bar to come and pick out his crew 
for the evening. For the first time we didn't have to 
go. The manager picked out his crew and when he was 
gone there were only my family and six other women left 
over. 

I hoped that we would be given an evening to rest, but 
I guess that just goes to show how stupid I can be. We 
were kept standing on the side of the street until the 
van that had brought us here after the sheriff stopped 
us pulled up. My family and four of the other women 
were crammed into the van and the remaining two women 
were led across the street to the jail, probably to 
entertain the deputies.

We sat quietly in the back and held on as the van drove 
off through town and farther up into the mountains. It 
took us half an hour to get to the turn off and then 
ten minutes of bouncing down the dirt road to pull up 
in front of a huge log house. Not a cabin, a huge 
house. There were a half a dozen very expensive cars 
parked around the front porch.

The deputy that was driving got out and came around and 
opened the door and started helping us out. Then we 
were led to the door. The deputy rang the bell and 
after a brief wait the door was opened by the sheriff. 
He was in civilian clothes and I almost didn't 
recognize him at first. 

He let us in and we gathered in the large entryway. It 
was a fucking log mansion. I mean this place was huge. 
We could see all the way through the great room and the 
far wall was all glass. It appeared to look out on a 
private lake. That is not to imply that this was a 
small body of water. It was a large lake. As I looked 
around what I could see of the shore from here I 
couldn't see any other structures. No houses, no boat 
houses, no docks, just the lake, surrounded by trees 
and hills. Nice house on a small-town sheriff's pay.

The sheriff told us that we would be staying here for 
the next couple of days and that our sole reason for 
living would be the pleasure of his guests. If he 
received a single complaint from one of his guests we 
could count on spending the rest of our miserable lives 
as prisoners. Then he led us inside.

There was a poker table set up near a huge stone 
fireplace that was large enough that I could have stood 
up in it. Around the table sat six men, several of whom 
I recognized. Besides the sheriff, the judge was here 
of course. I also recognized, and prayed that my wife 
did not, the State Senator from this district, the 
State Attorney General, and the Highway Commissioner. 
Now I knew why this place could continue to exist.

I glanced at my wife and kids and didn't see any sign 
of recognition. I made a huge effort to act like I 
didn't recognize any of them too. I knew that anyone 
that recognized them would never get out of here.

I was assigned to take care of the fire for now and 
Mike was put to work along with one of the women 
fetching drinks and snacks. The other women were 
ordered to move between the players and stand in 
waiting. Hands immediately reached for soft flesh but 
before they dispersed Kim and the twins were pointed 
out to the men gathered around the table.

The senator said, "My god Troy, they are as beautiful 
as you promised. And twins! A fantasy come true for 
many a man I'm sure. I can't wait to try them out." 
Then he pointed to Morgan and asked, "Which one are 
you, sweetheart?"

Morgan said, "I'm Morgan sir."

"And you're sixteen?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she responded.

There was a pause as he waived her closer and as his 
hands moved over her and then a finger worked its way 
into her pussy he asked, "How do you feel about what 
has happened to you and your family this week?"

She looked at him like, "What the fuck is wrong with 
you! Are you retarded?!" But thank god she didn't say 
that. Instead she said, "I think that you are all a 
bunch of terrible people and should be lined up against 
a wall and shot. I hate what you have done to us and to 
all of those other people."

He smiled and said, "Good." Then he reached up and 
grabbed her nipple and pinched it viciously and as she 
winced in pain he said, "That's great. If you were 
having fun that would take all of the fun out of it for 
us."

Then he let her nipple go and, "Why don't you do 
something productive with that smart fucking mouth of 
yours, cunt!"

Morgan reached for his zipper and after struggling for 
a few minutes she freed his cock and started sucking. 
Just as she started Mike was bringing him a drink. He 
grabbed Mike's arm and held him close and said, "How 
about you Mike? I understand that you have had several 
opportunities to fuck your mother and your sisters and 
get sucked off by them, as well as the other women in 
town. Did you like fucking your sisters and your mom?"

Mike looked at him for a moment. He didn't want to get 
us in any more trouble than we were already in. I could 
see that he was trying to decide how to answer when the 
senator said, "That's okay. You can be honest. I really 
want to hear what you have to say."

Mike paused a second longer and then answered with more 
thoughtfulness than I might have given him credit for, 
"I like having sex, just like any other fifteen year 
old guy. My favorite magazine is Playboy. I have always 
thought that my sisters were hot, my mom too. But what 
you people are doing is sick. What I fantasize about 
now isn't fucking my sisters. I fantasize about coming 
back here with a gun and going Rambo all over your 
asses."

I thought he might have gone too far and I was a little 
worried. I was apparently wrong. The senator smiled and 
said, "Excellent, exactly the right response. Now, 
while we get the game going I want you to finish 
getting everyone their drinks, and then I want you to 
lie down on the floor over there so I can watch while 
your two sisters suck your cock for a while, because 
the very idea of it just turns me the fuck on. Go on 
now, get busy."

Mike smiled and said, "Yes sir," like a good little 
servant and returned to the bar for more drinks. I 
found out from the sheriff where the firewood was and 
Mike finished serving drinks and then stretched out on 
the rug where the senator had indicated. 

The firewood was in a rack outside the patio door and I 
stepped out onto a huge deck overlooking the private 
lake. The sun was just getting ready to set on the 
other side of the lake and it was probably one of the 
most magnificent views that I had ever seen. I knew 
where the money from the bar in town was going. 

I grabbed an armful of firewood and went inside and put 
a couple of logs on the fire and then stood nearby and 
watched as my daughters knelt at Mike's side. 

The senator called Kim over to suck on his cock for a 
while in Morgan's absence and everyone paused to watch 
as Megan lay down between Mike's legs and began licking 
and sucking on his balls while Morgan started sucking 
his cock. 

Mike reached down and ran his hands down Morgan's back 
and groaned in pleasure. In just, my god, I had no idea 
how many days it had been now! Could it be only five 
days?! In these few days Morgan had become an excellent 
cocksucker. I remembered the first time I had seen her 
forced to suck a man's cock. She had gagged and choked 
and tears had flowed down her cheeks. 

Now she was sucking Mike's well developed cock 
enthusiastically and her skills were evident. His cock 
was soon disappearing down her throat on every stroke 
and it was not long at all before his butt came up off 
the floor and he filled her mouth with cum. 

This time she didn't gag, she didn't choke, she held 
her lips pressed tightly around the head of his cock 
and worked her hand rapidly up and down his shaft and 
when he finally finished she lifted her head and 
swallowed easily. Then she licked up a drop that had 
oozed out of the head of his cock and kissed it and 
smiled up at him sweetly.

It seemed like the men gathered around the table had 
been holding their breath during that erotic show and 
with his climax they exhaled loudly. But the senator 
wasn't finished. He ordered Mike to get back to his 
duties and instructed the twins to put on a little show 
for us.

They had done this enough that it wasn't even a shock 
anymore. A lot of the perverts in town had wanted to 
see this and there was no telling how many times in the 
last few days they had made love to each other.

They started out side by side, kissing and hugging and 
touching gently. As their lovemaking became more 
passionate they moved around into a sixty-nine position 
and I must admit that they did not appear to be faking 
it as they ate each other passionately and came loudly. 
I couldn't help wondering if they would continue this 
little game when we got out of here. They seemed to 
genuinely enjoy what they had just done.

I was embarrassed to admit that I had found it just as 
exciting as everyone else, and I had the hard-on to 
prove it. The senator noticed it to. As he grabbed 
Kim's head and pulled it close to his stomach, ramming 
his cock down her throat, he shot his cum straight down 
her throat and then he slumped back in his chair and 
looked at me and directed me to fuck one of my 
daughters, he didn't care which.

I moved over to where they were pulling themselves 
together on the floor and looked down at them and 
shrugged helplessly. They both smiled up at me and they 
each reached up and took one of my hands and pulled me 
down and guided me onto the floor on my back.

Morgan put her mouth on my cock and sucked it for a 
moment, but not for long. I wouldn't have lasted long 
and she realized it. She moved up over me, straddling 
my hips and guided her pussy down over my hard cock. 
She slowly slid down until the lips of her pussy 
gripped the base of my cock tightly. Then she took my 
hands and guided them to her breasts. As I gently 
caressed her breasts, Megan moved up and kissed me, not 
like a father, like a lover. Then she moved again and 
lowered her beautiful, young pussy down onto my mouth 
and I tasted her sweet pussy as her twin sister began 
to slowly pump her pussy up and down my cock.

I was aware of the large audience, I even heard some of 
them groan and make lustful comments, but not for long. 
I was soon lost in the moment, lost in my daughter's 
lustful embrace, and loving it like no father ever 
should. As wrong as I knew it was, I knew that I would 
never forget this moment of extreme sexual bliss. My 
daughters had reached a level of sexual maturity that I 
could not have imagined, would not have imagined a week 
ago. I was soon losing control and I squeezed my 
daughter's breasts and thrust up into her and she 
groaned in pleasure as I filled her pussy with cum. 

She gave me a moment to relax, and then she sat up and 
let my cock fall free and quickly moved down and sucked 
it clean. I was still licking Megan's pussy and she 
came while Morgan was cleaning me. Then she moved off 
of me and turned Morgan over and sucked her pussy 
clean. I know it sounds awful, but that was one of the 
most sensual and sexual moments of my life. I would 
never say anything to anyone about it, I couldn't. But 
I won't ever forget that little threesome.

I heard one of the men at the table say, "Son of a 
bitch!" under his breath. Then I got up, just a bit 
unsteadily, and returned to the fireplace. 

In a few minutes the men had all decided that modesty 
was out of place and they had all undressed. They 
continued to play poker, but I don't think it was the 
main focus for any of them. The girls were all on their 
knees now with a cock in their mouth, all but the girl 
helping Mike with the drinks and snacks. The men were 
still playing poker, but half the time they probably 
had no idea what cards they were holding.

The sheriff reached over to a console beside him and 
pushed a button and a screen came down from the 
ceiling. He pushed a couple more buttons and said, 
"This is the latest from out at the studio. I thought 
some of you guys would get a kick out of it."

The screen came to life and we saw the young couple 
that had tried to escape, both of them tied to benches. 
The young girl was on her back and there was a large 
dog on top of her, but he was facing the wrong way. I 
didn't realize at first that he was fucking that poor 
young woman's throat. She was thrashing around on that 
bench, probably in great pain and having trouble 
breathing, as that unimaginably large dog cock thrust 
rapidly and violently in and out of her throat.

I heard some of the men chuckle and make lewd comments. 
The senator asked, "Those are the ones that tried to 
escape?"

The sheriff said, "Yeah. The stupid bastards, they were 
out there all fucking night and didn't get half a mile! 
It's a shame though, that little bitch was a great 
fuck. Tight little cunt, you would have loved her. She 
hated every minute of it too. I fucked her three or 
four times and she hated it more each time. She ain't 
going to be the same when she gets out of here, if she 
ever does."

The senator said, "Damn shame." You could tell that he 
was just sorry that he didn't get to fuck her hot 
little body, and torment her by using her that way. Not 
that he was sorry for what she was going through. The 
prick!

Throughout the evening I kept glancing at the screen. 
It was unavoidable. The sound was on low and I heard 
screams of agony and moans of despair. That poor woman 
was taken by one dog after another in every hole in her 
body, and her husband wasn't spared. 

They didn't make her husband service animals, at least 
not while we were watching. Instead, they had brought 
in some horrible looking, deformed old hillbilly and as 
the young wife was forced to watch from a couple of 
feet away her husband was raped in the ass by this 
cretin, this troll that they had found. That poor 
couple would never be the same. Their lives were ruined 
for the pleasure of these fucking perverts.

The poker game went on until the early hours of the 
morning. The girls were made to play musical dicks. 
They spent most of their time under the table sucking 
the cocks of the men. Eventually they had each sucked 
the cock of every man there. Not to an orgasm, of 
course, but just spent a half hour or so sucking and 
teasing them with their lips and tongues.

Every once in a while one of the men would get up and 
take a girl to one of the rooms for a fuck. More often 
that not they took the twins. By the time the game 
ended for the night, nearly everyone there had enjoyed 
a threesome with Morgan and Megan.

When the game finally ended they each grabbed a woman 
and headed for a bedroom. The Judge took Kim with him 
as well as the extra girl that had been helping Mike. 
The senator took the twins to his room. Mike and I were 
left to clean up the room.

When we had returned the room to as close as we could 
to its normal state we curled up by the fireplace and 
went to sleep. We had gotten one benefit out of working 
the game this evening. After everyone had gone to bed 
we pigged out on the left over snacks and even snuck a 
couple of beers. I doubted that the pig of a sheriff 
would bug his own mansion.

The men were late coming down the next morning. The 
sheriff came down first and sat at the kitchen table 
and directed us as we made coffee and then breakfast. 
The rest of the men, and the girls straggled down a few 
at a time and we fed them as they appeared.

When everyone else had eaten we were even allowed to 
feed ourselves. I was actually on the verge of drooling 
as I made breakfast for me and Mike.

The men finished their coffee around the fireplace, 
each with a girl in his lap, while Mike and I and one 
of the women, a different one this time, cleaned up. 

When it had warmed up outside the party moved out onto 
the large deck and the games started again. They 
started making the women perform for them. The more 
degrading the act the more they enjoyed it. Just like 
last night, the twins, and often Kim too, were the 
focus of a lot of the attention.

A few minutes before lunch a couple of deputies dropped 
by with the latest DVDs from the studio and while they 
were there the sheriff invited them out to the deck and 
let them fuck Kim in front of the rest of the group. 
They were more than happy to enjoy her before returning 
to town.

In the afternoon we moved back inside and they watched 
the latest movie. In this one the benches were gone and 
the couple was just doing whatever was required of them 
as though in a trance. The woman sucked off one dog 
after another and then fucked a couple more. At one 
point she was taken outside and the three men pissed 
all over her. Then they hosed her off, brought her back 
inside and put one more dog to fucking her while she 
sucked another one off. I wanted to throw up, but the 
men that were here watching the show were laughing and 
joking and each seemed about to cum in a woman's mouth, 
despite having just spent a large part of the night 
fucking the girls. 

The rest of the day was spent this way, or in some 
variation of it. The girls were forced to put on shows 
from time to time. Mike and I didn't completely escape 
their attention. Both of us were made to perform with 
any number of combinations of the young women present. 
They never seemed to tire of making the members of my 
family perform together in some combination or other.

This day was not as long as yesterday. The men retired 
at a much more reasonable time. They took different 
women with them this evening. The twins still went as a 
unit, with the Attorney General this time.

There was not the big mess to clean up this evening and 
Mike and I finished up early and we got a good night's 
rest for a change.

When I woke up in the morning I went ahead and made 
coffee so that it was already hot and ready when the 
sheriff and his guests started drifting down from 
upstairs. I had already started breakfast and all that 
was left was to fill the egg orders and soon everyone 
was fed. 

After breakfast they all went over to the fireplace 
with their coffee and ordered us to clean up and leave 
them alone for a while. I could see that the 
conversation had turned to business and they didn't 
want us listening in. I had been given permission to 
feed the girls breakfast again this morning and I 
gladly did so. While we ate we talked quietly among 
ourselves and I heard one of the women telling another 
who she had just spent the night with. 

I grabbed her wrist and squeezed tight and said, "If 
you want to leave this place alive you won't say that 
out loud again! Do you think you would be allowed to 
leave if they thought we knew who they were?!"

She took my hand from her wrist and smiled. She twirled 
a strand of her hair and said, "Bleach Earl. I am not a 
real blonde. Trust me sweetheart, I am not that stupid. 
I am also smart enough to know that the reason that 
nobody has ever left here and been able to put an end 
to this is that they couldn't. You know, I can't help 
wondering how many of the pretty young women we have 
heard about being murdered mysteriously over the last 
few years were women who left here and tried to get the 
cops to do something about these guys."

I made sure they were ignoring us still and said, "I 
have wondered the same thing lately, but I have a 
surprise for them when I get out of here. They are 
going down soon, I promise you. Now, let's change the 
subject."

We were quiet for a few minutes. We didn't know what 
else to talk about. One of the girls brought up the 
subject that we most hated to think about.

Carla said, "They made me fuck a dog last week." 

The admission made most of us uncomfortable, but she 
continued. "Don't look at me like that. I know how 
gross it is. I had to fucking do it! My head was fucked 
up for days. There is no way that poor girl and her 
husband are going to survive that shit they are doing 
to her. They are ruined for life. When I get home, I 
have no idea what to say to my husband. He could never 
deal with all of this. I don't know how I am going to 
deal with these memories."

Everyone got quiet again. It seemed that our lives had 
become so narrowly focused on sex and sexual 
humiliation and sexual torment, and we had been so long 
removed from any word of current events, that sex and 
perversion were all we had to talk about. 

I finally changed the subject to something we could all 
relate to when I talked about how great it was to eat 
real food for a couple of days, and not skip meals. 
While we were talking, Kim came over and leaned into me 
and I held her in my arms and kissed her neck, and 
Megan moved behind me and put her arms around my neck. 

One of the women watched us and said, "You guys are so 
lucky. You have been catching hell, especially you 
twins. But I have been watching you and you are going 
to be alright when you get out of here. I look at you 
guys and I see unconditional love. It makes me want to 
cry."

The change in conversation was making me uncomfortable 
and I joked, "Yeah. And the twins have never gotten 
along with their brother this well since he was born. I 
may bring them back here from time to time for a 
refresher."

Megan started tightening her arms around my throat and 
I laughed and said, "Just kidding sweetheart. Don't 
worry, I'll just send Mike."

She hugged me and said, "I love you dad, and I am sorry 
for being such a bitch all the time."

I squeezed her arm and said, "You weren't being a bitch 
honey, you were being a teenager. Not that there is 
that much difference."

I heard the sheriff behind me say, "Ain't that fucking 
touching!" 

Megan started to move away but he stopped her and I 
felt him pushing against her and then he started 
fucking her as she stood there with her arms around my 
neck and grunted in my ear. I knew he was trying to 
fuck with us. I just reached back and pulled Megan's 
head tight against my own and whispered, "We love you 
baby."

She squeezed my neck again and, a bit breathlessly 
said, "I know daddy."

After the sheriff finished fucking my daughter he said, 
"Come here mommy."

Kim knew what he wanted and she pulled out of my arms 
and moved around and dropped down and sucked his nasty 
cock clean. Then he put his cock away and we were put 
to work carrying the guest's bags out to their cars. 

When everyone had gone the sheriff got on his radio and 
called for the van to pick us up. It occurred to me 
while he was talking to the deputy that I had not seen 
a telephone since we were arrested, if you can call 
what happened to us being under arrest.

We were crammed back into the van and got back to the 
barracks in time to take a shower and have supper with 
the rest of the prisoners. Then almost all of us ended 
up back at the bar for the evening. 

As Mike and I started getting set up for the customers 
I noticed that they were expanding again. They had 
started building another stage and when I went in the 
back to check on the rooms and make sure the cots were 
ready I saw that they were adding more cubicles. They 
weren't complete yet though. Once these new cubes were 
finished they would really need someone back here on 
cleanup full time. That wasn't my problem and I planned 
on shutting them down soon anyway.

The beds were ready and the bar stocked and the girls 
had been given their stage assignments. Pretty soon the 
customers started crowding in and filling up the large 
main room and then the music started and the first two 
sets of dancers got up on stage, two girls on each 
stage, and began to do their sexy dances. The rest of 
the young women started circulating through the crowds 
and right away some of them were taken to the back 
rooms. The night of sexual abuse had begun again.

When the bar finally closed and we had entertained the 
manager again, we were taken back to the barracks by 
that same lackadaisical deputy and allowed to pair up 
any way that we wished. Kim and I cuddled up and I held 
her tight and told her again how much I loved her and 
she cried in my arms. 

I tried to calm her and tell her that it would be 
alright and she said, "I know baby, I'm just crying 
because I am married to a saint. I honestly believe 
that none of this will matter to you when this is over 
with. You will still love me just like you did before."

I kissed her neck and held her tight and promised her 
that I would never stop loving her. Then, despite 
everything that had happened to her, she turned over 
and insisted that I make love to her. 

I told her that she didn't have to do this. I knew how 
much she had been put through. I was aware of how many 
times she had been raped this evening. But she 
insisted. She said that she really needed to make love 
after all of that fucking. 

So we did, and despite what we both had been through, 
it was great. It was great for both of us. I was 
ashamed to admit it, even to myself, but I had expected 
her pussy to feel different after what she had been 
through. It didn't though. Her pussy was just as tight 
and just as exciting as it ever was. I rolled off of 
her and we held each other close and just enjoyed being 
in love.

I heard a noise and looked up and saw Morgan standing 
in the door to our room. The doorway I mean, there were 
no doors. I was startled, and as strange as it seems we 
were both embarrassed. But she came in and said, "We 
heard you guys. I wanted to tell you how happy it makes 
us that you can still do that. That you can feel that 
way about each other. I know, it's weird, but you made 
Megan and me so happy that we were next door crying."

Kim pulled Morgan's face down and we both kissed her 
and then I sent her back to her room. When she was gone 
I said, "I think they are going to make it to. Despite 
everything that these bastards have done to us, they 
are pretty strong. I am proud of them, all three of 
them."

We finally went to sleep and it was a real struggle 
getting up the next morning. After the usual mess in 
the bathroom we gathered outside in the cool mountain 
air and thankfully we were given breakfast this 
morning. It was only bad coffee and a scoop of really 
nasty oatmeal, but we were really hungry.

Then it was time for our work assignments. All four of 
us males and three women were selected to work in the 
bar and when we got there the men were put to work 
finishing the stage and then working on the new 
cubicles in the back so that more men could fuck our 
wives and my daughters in the evening. While we were 
working on that the manager was fucking one of the 
women, and then he put the women to work cleaning up 
and getting the place ready for this evening.

We finished the third stage and got it covered with 
some carpeting. Then we started adding on cubicles. 
They didn't take very long to construct. They were just 
two sheetrock walls, six feet high and long enough to 
get a cot inside. Each had a pole across the doorway to 
put a curtain on for privacy. Most of the men didn't 
bother to close them.

We added on four more cubicles before we finished for 
the day. Then we went back to the street in front of 
the barracks and waited until everyone was there so 
that we could take another shower and go have supper.

I saw that both of the twins looked pretty upset and 
when we got inside I asked them what was wrong. Megan 
couldn't even talk about it. Morgan said that they had 
been sent out to the studio. 

As soon as she said that my stomach knotted up. She 
said, "We didn't have to have sex with the dogs. They 
were still making that poor woman service all of them. 
The photographers wanted some fresh meat for 
themselves. They couldn't stand the idea of fucking her 
anymore." 

"While we were there some guy brought a horse into the 
barn and they made that woman suck off the horse! It 
was so fucking gross! But she just did whatever they 
said. It was like she was a hollow shell of a person. 
You could look at her eyes and there was nothing there. 
Her husband too, they are both dead inside."

"All day long," Morgan continued, "they took pictures 
of the girl with dogs and the horse, twice with the 
damned horse. In between photo shoots they fucked us or 
made us suck them off. Oh, and the guy that brought the 
horse in. We had to fuck him too. God he stank!"

I hugged both girls and kissed them on the top of their 
head and then we went into the shower and cleaned up.

Our lives just went on and on like that for the next 
week and a half or so. We lost all track of time and I 
didn't know how long we had been there until they 
gathered the five of us in the courtroom one morning. 
The court was called to order and the judge came in and 
the sheriff told him that we had been exemplary 
prisoners and he was recommending us for parole. 

The judge looked at us and said, "I am sorry to see you 
folks leave. I have really enjoyed your company. You 
are hereby paroled. Your possessions will be returned 
to you and you will be taken to the release point and 
allowed to leave."

We were still not sure that this wasn't some trick, so 
we restrained our excitement. Before we were allowed to 
leave we were forced to watch as another young couple 
was sentenced and forced to undress and the young wife 
was forced to service the judge and the sheriff and two 
deputies.

After the judge took the young woman back into his 
chambers we were led to the front room and given the 
clothes we had been wearing when we were arrested. We 
were allowed to dress, under the watchful eyes of 
several deputies. It felt really strange to have 
clothes on for the first time in three weeks.

We were then taken outside and put into the van and 
blindfolded. We rode like that for more than an hour. 
We stopped once and the deputy parked somewhere and 
made one of the twins suck him off. Then he got back in 
and drove until he pulled up in a parking lot and we 
were allowed to remove our blindfolds. 

We got out and he handed us the keys to our motorhome 
which he had parked right next to and he drove off 
without another word. We rushed to the motorhome and it 
was just like we had left it. We got rid of the spoiled 
meat and dairy products in the refrigerator and then 
tried to figure out where we were and how to get home. 

We were in the parking lot of an out of business 
department store in a small town up in the mountains. I 
started the motorhome and drove through town until I 
spotted the Post Office and got the name of the town. 
Then we pulled out a map and figured out how to get 
home. We were a long way from even a decent secondary 
road. It took us a full day to reach the interstate. It 
might have taken less time if we hadn't stopped to eat 
so often. We just couldn't seem to get enough food or 
sugary soft drinks.

As we drove I noticed how quiet everyone was. I 
wondered what it would be like now. Could I go back to 
being the father I had been after having sex with my 
daughters for three weeks, and watching hundreds of men 
use my wife and daughters as well? My feelings about 
them hadn't changed, of course. I just wasn't sure how 
to relate to them now. I noticed that the girls and 
Mike seemed to get along much better now, and nobody 
was sitting around pouty and whining. The three of them 
seemed much more mature. Not that I thought that was 
necessarily a good thing. It was just an impression I 
got.

We stopped for the night when I reached the interstate. 
We found a nice motel. I had resolved that I would sell 
the motorhome as soon as we got home. Until then I had 
spent my last night in an uncomfortable bed.

I went into the office and got three rooms and we 
gathered in our room and watched a little television. 
They were a bit impatient with me for insisting on 
watching CNN for a few minutes to see who Bush had 
gotten us into a war with while we were captives, but 
apparently he was still having fun killing our kids in 
Iraq for now. 

I had stopped and bought a twelve pack of beer and the 
five of us consumed it pretty quickly. Then, and I am 
not sure exactly how it came about, we all ended up 
getting undressed and sleeping in the two beds in our 
room. There wasn't any sex. We just didn't feel that 
uncomfortable being naked anymore. In fact, it felt 
pretty natural. Besides, I think we all felt better 
being together as a family and safe in a locked room.

We got up early the next morning and after a big 
breakfast we hit the interstate. We had all lost a lot 
of weight over the last three weeks and we actually 
felt better for it. We would have to watch our eating 
now, but I figured a few catch-up meals wouldn't kill 
us.

We made it home just before midnight and I parked the 
motorhome in the driveway. We went inside and agreed to 
unload the damned thing tomorrow. We were so happy to 
be home and to not be moving that we just wanted to 
relax. I got out a bottle of wine and poured us all a 
small glass and we sat in the living room and we talked 
quietly for a while. 

Kim wanted to know what I was going to do about those 
people, but before I could tell her my plan Morgan 
said, "Dad, I don't want to weird you out or anything, 
but how pissed would you be if I took my clothes off?"

I looked at her, and I looked at Kim and Kim smiled and 
stood up and said, "I know what you mean. After three 
weeks of going naked, well, it felt pretty damned 
good." Then she looked at me and Mike and said, "You 
guys don't mind do you?"

We all got undressed and then, as we sipped on our 
wine, I told them about the guy I went to college with, 
the guy who was presently in charge of the FBI Office 
in the state capital. I hadn't seen him much in the 
last few years, but we had been friends in college and 
we still kept in touch from time to time. I knew that 
he had a pilot's license and several FBI planes at his 
disposal so with his help I was sure we could find that 
town.

We went to bed at a little after midnight and in the 
morning when I went to get the kids up I found all 
three of them in the girl's room. They had pushed their 
beds together and Mike was sleeping between them. I was 
standing there in the doorway staring at them when Kim 
came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. 

She quietly asked, "Should we do anything?"

I honestly didn't know. I didn't know why they were 
sleeping together or if they were doing anything. I 
didn't really know how I felt about it if they were. 
After the last three weeks I would not be surprised if 
the girls continued to make love to each other. They 
had been forced to do it so often, but they had enjoyed 
it. They had seemed to take comfort from it. I suppose 
that I should consult an expert, but I wasn't sure that 
I wanted to interfere. 

I went into the room and shook them all awake gently 
and told them to get up, we had work to do. They opened 
their eyes, and they didn't seem the least bit 
embarrassed. I couldn't detect any sign that they had 
done anything of a sexual nature, but I didn't try that 
hard either.

We went downstairs and had breakfast. Without any self-
consciousness at all we sat around in the nude and ate 
a leisurely breakfast. Then, the kids went up and got 
dressed and Kim helped them unload the motorhome while 
I called my old friend Derek from college.

I told him that I needed to talk to him, urgently. I 
had a tale of a criminal enterprise involving a leading 
state senator, the state's Attorney General and several 
other state and local officials in a white slavery, 
kidnapping and child pornography ring. 

He thought that I was kidding at first, but I convinced 
him that not only was I serious, but that it was urgent 
that something be done immediately, because young women 
were being raped and tortured at this very moment.

He got in a plane and flew down and I met him at the 
airport. I told him what had happened to us and he 
couldn't believe it, not at first anyway. I had been 
going over some maps and I had a pretty large area that 
had to be searched. Unfortunately, because of the 
people involved, we would have to keep the number of 
searchers to a minimum. It would have to be just us, 
unless he had someone else that he knew for a fact that 
he could trust.

He thought about it for a minute and after I showed him 
the area to be searched and told him what we were 
looking for he made a phone call and we flew to an 
airport at the state line and met a friend of his who 
was also a pilot. I described the things that I had 
seen, the town, the sheriff's house on the lake, the 
photo studio and the cannery. None of those things were 
on a map, and since we had been lost when we were 
stopped I didn't even have a real good starting point. 

It turned out to be easier to find than I thought. I 
had located a few lakes that looked like they could 
have been the ones in back of the sheriff's log mansion 
on Google Earth. I circled them and Derek's friend took 
some of them and Derek and I took some of them and 
damned if we didn't find it on the third try. 

From the house we were able to spot the small town and 
it wasn't on the map, but I was able to map out the 
roads that led to it. That afternoon a joint taskforce 
of FBI and National Guard surrounded the entire area 
and arrested everyone. At the same time, agents 
arrested the Senator right on the senate floor. They 
also picked up our Attorney General and the Highway 
Commissioner.

The Highway Commissioner broke down immediately and 
quickly gave up the names of the other two men at the 
poker game. One was a prominent local attorney and the 
other a well known strategist for the local Republican 
Party. He also turned over the identities of several 
other people that were involved that I had not seen at 
the sheriff's house. They were receiving money from the 
sheriff's operation and dropped by from time to time to 
enjoy some of the girls that had been taken prisoner. 

Everyone in the town and the surrounding properties had 
been arrested. They were all either directly involved 
in the abuse and kidnapping, or were receiving money or 
free slave labor and sex from the enterprise.

The sheriff and the judge had both kept surprisingly 
accurate records of their activities, including the 
names and addresses of their victims. There will be no 
shortage of witnesses. The names of young women who had 
been found dead of mysterious causes in the last few 
years were being compared to those records as well.

The young couple that we were all most worried about 
was finally rescued. But it may be too late for them. 
They are really screwed up and are receiving intensive 
psychological care. 

I have heard from a lot of people thanking me for what 
I did. Diane and Kelly got in touch with us. They live 
a couple of hours from us and we have gotten together 
with them quite a few times. They sometimes spend the 
weekend around the pool in our backyard. 

It was kind of funny the first time. We were all 
sitting out by the pool and the conversation was kind 
of reserved and finally Megan stood up and said, "Fuck 
this! We went through too much together." Then she got 
undressed and within minutes we were all naked and 
suddenly we felt a lot more comfortable and the 
conversation just seemed to flow after that. 

The trials have started. The vast majority of the 
underlings have already pled guilty in exchange for 
deals to testify against the higher ups. The bigger 
fish, except for the Highway Commissioner, are all 
fighting it all the way. They don't have a chance 
though, and the odds are that the men at the top are 
going to spend the rest of their lives in prison. 
Unless, that is, some of those unsolved murders from 
around the state are matched up to their records.

The sheriff's illicit operation started almost five 
years ago with a couple of young women, almost as an 
accident, and then grew quickly. Thanks to the records 
they kept, most of the women that were kidnapped, and 
the few couples too, have been contacted and notified 
of the trials and asked if they wanted to testify. 

The considerable assets of the major players have been 
seized and are going to be divided among the victims, 
once the trials are complete. In addition, counseling 
has been offered to those who desire it. 

We talked it over, first as a family, and then with 
Diane and Kelly, and got serious with the kids about 
counseling and inappropriate sexual behavior. We all 
know that we are different now, but we feel like we 
have recovered. We may be different, but we don't feel 
like we are traumatized. 

No, that isn't true. We were all traumatized, 
especially the girls. We don't believe that we are 
damaged now. We are different. We have changed. But we 
still love and we still like sex. The twins both said 
that that night, when they heard us making love after 
all that had happened to us, that night changed them. 
They learned a lot from that. When they look at us and 
see how much in love we are they just don't feel like 
they need to talk to someone about what happened. 

They know they are different because now, when they can 
do so discreetly and they are in the mood, they like to 
make love to each other. And sometimes, if they are 
feeling like it, they get a kick out of making love 
with Mike. But it is just recreational sex, and after 
all that has happened to them, they believe the fact 
that they can enjoy recreational sex with someone that 
they love is a good thing.

Kim and I talked about it and we found ourselves 
agreeing with them, although not without reservations. 
So we told them that as long as they don't go to school 
naked we will support them. We assured them that if 
they ever felt the need for some help, we would be 
behind them one hundred percent.

We had a similar conversation with Diane and Kelly. 
They had pretty much the same reactions that we had. We 
have all agreed to try and keep our activities to 
ourselves. That is to say we don't want the girls 
screwing every guy in town. But we are going to be a 
lot more understanding of their sexual appetites than 
most parents would be. 

Our relationship with Diane and Kelly has changed too. 
Once we started to relax we started involving them in 
our sex lives. Well, the kids did. Kim and I have been 
keeping it to ourselves. 

Maybe we will expand that someday, but for now we like 
to just make love. But we have no problem with the 
girls and Mike and Diane and Kelly having fun. Diane 
and Kelly were both suffering from a lack of sex after 
we had been back for a while and neither of them had 
anyone that they were in a relationship with. So they 
felt good about having us to be with. It seems to be a 
satisfactory relationship all around, at least until 
they find partners and fall in love. Nobody is in a 
hurry.

Oh, and I sold that fucking motorhome and gave the 
money to Kim's mother. She doesn't know what happened, 
but she knows we didn't like our vacation and she was 
happy to get the money.

The End

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To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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