1. 3 The Van rough and ready


    Date: 1/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Male / Females, Mind Control, Prostitution, Slavery, Author: Impax, Rating: 90.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Sarah was on her knees instantly, pulling Rebecca's hands all the way up over her head and rolling her onto her back. She felt for a pulse at the neck, then bent over and blew a full breath into the prostrate girls mouth. She had to do it twice more before Rebecca jerked and began breathing on her own, coughing harshly and eventually sitting up. Mindy came over and looked viciously at Sarah. “What the fuck was that?” she demanded, putting her hands on her hips. “I asked him to do it to me.” Sarah said, pleadingly. “I'm sorry, but look at him. He really needed to do that. It's the only thing that can help him now.” Mindy turned and looked at her brother a moment, then did a double take. Her anger at Sarah suddenly evaporated. Gone was the baby faced little brother she'd last seen last night; this was a man, with the look in his eye of a hardened killer. Even his abs had gained a six pack definition. His cock was bigger, too. He had a mean look in his eye, the look of a man with a temper barely restrained. She could see the anger boiling in him just under the surface like magma. She didn't know how to appease that anger; she just knew better than to awaken it. She could taste fear in her mouth for the first time in her life, and she didn't like it. And it was Sarah's fault for awakening this beast in her brother. She wanted her sweet brother back. And in trade for this, she almost lost her dearest friend. “You know who really deserves this, Master? That little bitch's mother, ...
    the one you sent out to the van. She fucked up, and she could use a lesson like this.” Sara said quietly. Brian took two steps across the room and pushed Sarah into a reclining chair, glaring at her, then he strode out the door and slammed it hard behind him. “What the FUCK are you doing?” Mindy asked Sarah, furious. “He needs to be stronger, if he's going to drive that van.” Sarah explained. “A LOT stronger.” “That doesn't explain ANY of this.” Mindy said. “You better start telling me what's going on, or I swear I'll choke you to death myself.” “It's the van.” Sarah shivered. “And Brad, who painted it. I think he put some of his power into it or something when he painted it. Some of his rage and anger.” “What's he angry at?” Mindy asked. “I can only guess he's angry at his mother.” Sarah shrugged. “Can you think of another reason to hate women the way he does?” “Brian doesn't hate women.” Mindy said. “He absolutely cherishes me and Mom both.” “I hope that's true.” Sarah shivered. “Brad sure hated us.” “Can I have some water?” Rebecca asked, in a hoarse whisper. “Do you have any ginger ale? That helps better.” Sarah said, getting up and going into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and found cans of root beer instead. “Too fizzy.” she said, closing the door and turning on the sink to let the water run cold. She found the glasses on the second try and filled one up for the girl in the living room. Rebecca accepted the water gratefully and drank a few tentative swallows. “Why ...
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