Family's Captivity by gaggedKitty23

Looking at the beach house sitting on the bluff, its multi-colored stone façade and huge walls of glass sparkling in the moonlight, one could be forgiven for not guessing at the depraved events unfolding inside. Darrell groaned, his naked body covered in red marks from the constant lashing of the whip. He was tied to a sturdy, wide chair, his wrists bound to the armrests, his ankles bound to the legs of the chair. “That’s enough, Diego. You can give your arm a break for a moment.” Joquan shook his head sadly at the father and then glanced over at the captive’s two young daughters sitting on the couch across from them.

“You shouldn’t have stiffed me, man. I loan you money, I expect to get a return on my investment. You’ve had 12 months to pay up, and what do you give me? Not a DIME!” The tall, Hispanic gang leader glanced at his two lieutenants, Diego and Gurrero.

“What you think, homies? Should we fuck up his daughters and make it nasty? Show him what happens when he messes with El Jefe?”

“No please! Don’t hurt them!” Darrell begged. He squirmed in his bonds, looking with agony across the way at his helpless girls, 18 and 19 years of age.

Both of his girls were wearing bikini bras and panties. They had been at their vacation house on the beach, having a beautiful day in the sun…and when they’d returned these cruel men had ambushed them. ‘Sweet heavens,’ Darrell thought, ‘what am I going to do?’

“You want me to spare them? Okay then. You have my money, Darrell?” Joquan walked over to the older of the two daughters. Ashley had a slender body, small-to-medium breasts, and long, lustrous, brown hair tinted reddish. She was beautiful, with her mother’s green tinted chestnut brown eyes.

“Please, don’t touch her. It’s me you should punish. I’m the one who didn’t pay you back!” he begged.

Ashley’s wrists were bound behind her back, and she had duct tape across her mouth. She groaned when Joquan’s knife flashed out of its sheath. He sliced down her bikini, letting the wisp of cloth fall away as her breasts spilled into open view. He palmed one of them, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, groaning through her gag.

“Stop it!” Darrell shouted.

“It stops when you tell me where my money is.” Joquan knelt down, slipping the flat of his blade underneath the waistband of Ashley’s panties. Ashley’s eyes widened in fear, her body tensing as she felt the flat of the cold blade against her skin…then felt it tear away her panty with one brutal slash. The now worthless fabric fell away, revealing her finely trimmed pubic hairs and the exposed slit of her teenage pussy.

“Mmm. Look at this fine, fine girl you helped make, Darrell! It looks like maybe you CAN pay me back after all.” Joquan laughed, and Darrell’s heart almost stopped.

“No please! Just give me more time. I’ll pay you back. Everything! I swear!”

Joquan proceeded to shrug out of his sleeveless biker shirt and jeans. Then he yanked off his boots, socks, and slid down his boxers, chucking them across the room. He stood naked now, his cock full and erect. He turned to Darrell and gave the father a meaningful look.

“I’ve been taking empty promises from you for 3 months now, Darrell. Give me something concrete or this game gets a little more interesting.”

Darrell wracked his brain for some answer. He’d drained his back account dry feeding his gambling habit. They were barely solvent financially, a secret he had been keeping from his wife Gloria and their children. He didn’t have a secret stash or anything else he could tap into. Despair seized his heart and he hung his head in shame.

“Please. I don’t…I don’t have the money to pay you now.”

The tall Hispanic gang leader gave a theatrical sigh. “I was afraid of that. Hmm. Now it looks like I’ll have to take payment another way.”

“Please don’t hurt them! I’ll do anything you want!”

Joquan turned back, his eyebrows quirking up. “Oh really?” He turned back to Ashley, one hand cupping her sex while he put the knife to her throat. “What about you, cutie? If I take the tape off your pretty mouth are you going to be a good girl and do EXACTLY as I say?”

The gorgeous brunette frantically nodded her head. “PLZ!” she cried.

“Okay then.” Joquan’s face morphed into a hideous smile. He ripped the tape away from the girl’s mouth, tossing it aside as she squirmed. Then he grasped her by the neck and dragged her over to her father tied to the chair, and thrust her to her knees.

“Oh my god.” Ashley said those words as she stared at her father’s cock. It was fully aroused. It was sickening to see it, to realize that seeing her naked had somehow awakened this primal animal in him. She couldn’t believe it. She nearly fainted as she saw the pearled drop of pre-cum form at the tip of Dad’s penis.

“Lick your dad’s cock, little cunt. Do it.”

Ashley looked up at her captor, her jaw going slack. “You- you can’t be serious!” she said, almost like a whine. He knelt beside her and put the knife to her left nipple.

“You want me to have fun carving out your tits? Are you hard of hearing, bitch? I said LICK it. Lick Daddy’s cock!”

“Okay, okay! Please don’t hurt us!” Ashley moaned. She leaned forward, closing her eyes as her tongue made contact with Darrell’s rigid pole. She slowly licked up to the tip of his penis, then swirled her tongue around the tip, the same technique she did with her boyfriend. This was sick, but she had to do what the thug wanted or he might hurt Dad.

The sexy brunette slowly smothered Darrell’s cock, her lips pushing downward as her tongue cradled the underside of his penis. Pumping back and forth, sounds of wet suction began to fill the living room as the teenager slurped on her dad’s shaft. Joquan was holding her hair back. He handed off his knife to Gurrero and knelt behind Ashley. Reaching a hand around, he began to flick his fingers across her joy button, occasionally slipping them between the labia of her sex.

“OOohhh, I can’t wait to feel this fine pussy hugging my fat, hard cock. Mmm. How you like the taste of Dad’s dick, girl? Hmm?” Joquan whispered those nasty words as Ashley continued to move her mouth up and down, sliding her face down as she felt her dad’s excited shaft deep in her mouth. Her lips formed a tight seal as she sucked, her tongue licking and traipsing across the surface as she came up for air. She lovingly flicked her tongue against the bulbous tip, then smothered him again, impaling her cute lips almost to her dad’s balls, gulping and slurping louder than before.

“Oh yes! Now isn’t this special, Dad, seeing your slut daughter’s cock-sucking skills up close and personal? A show like this and I may consider part of your debt paid off! Keep this up and I might even let your little cunts live.”

“UUhhh…No!” Darrell groaned. “Sweetie, stop it! Don’t listen to him.” Darrell felt shame blossom deep in his soul. He groaned louder as Ashley’s face bobbed up and down, pre-cum coating her lips as she sucked harder.

“All right, that’s enough slut. Now that you’ve gotten it nice and slick, it’s time to RIDE that cock.” Joquan’s appalling promise was followed up by Gurrero helping him manhandle the teenage girl onto her dad’s lap, forcing the girl to straddle him as Diego lined up the man’s cock underneath his daughter’s pouting pussy lips.

“No!! Stop!” Ashley squealed. “Please don’t!” She writhed and flailed, but with her wrists bound behind her there wasn’t much she could do. The lithe teenager moaned as she felt her pussy shoved hard onto her dad’s hard-on. Her tight young pussy engulfed Darrell’s cock like a snug-fitting glove.

“OOoh please. Take it out!” she wailed, groaning as Joquan fondled Darrell’s testicles with one hand, cupping Ashley’s supple cones with the other.

“Ooohh yes! Now this is HOT. Dad’s teenage daughter stuffed with cock, sitting on his lap with her pussy stretched. Tell your dad how good it feels, having his cock nestled in your tight wet cunt. Tell him!” Joquan gestured for Diego to hand him his knife, and the cold slab of steel pressed to the girl’s throat.

Ashley groaned.

“Start grinding on him, girl. Do it now…or I slit Dad’s throat.” Joquan shifted, putting the knife to Darrell’s throat instead. He saw the delicious agony and panic in the brunette’s eyes. The girl’s breasts shook as she began to grind on her father’s hard shaft, sliding her pussy up and down, her body betraying her as her nipples puckered. She continued to slide her slowly-moistening pussy on her dad’s cock, pumping on his lap like a shameless whore.

Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to give Joquan and his two goons the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She felt a strange warmth in her loins and tried to ignore it. Her pussy throbbed as she felt her dad’s cock stretch her more with each downward slide.

“UUuhhh!!!” Ashley sighed as she wondered if this nightmare could somehow be real. No, it had to be a cruel dream.

“Mmm. Perfect. Diego, help this slut get off as she rides Daddy’s meat.” Diego knelt beside the girl. As she continued to hump Darrell’s cock, Diego reached over and began skillfully rubbing at the girl’s clit.

“Aaahh!” Ashley wheezed, her chest heaving as her buoyant breasts bobbed up and down with the force of her naked body bouncing on Darrell’s lap. Joquan stood back, watching the teenager’s shapely ass bound up and down as her pussy engulfed the father’s rigid manhood with an awful rhythm. It was so beautifully twisted, and the gang leader smiled.

“Yes. This is a good start. But of course the night is still young. Diego, hurry up! I want to see the slut gush on Daddy’s dick.”

Diego rubbed more devastating strokes against the girl’s clit. He spit onto his fingers, then used the lube to more effectively pleasure her. Meanwhile he knelt forward, laving the girl’s nipples and sucking them fervently, awakening more sensations as the sexy teenager’s moans deepened.