TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS

Part 2

by

Flexman

The heroines in this story belong to NIGHTWING316. This story was written with his generous help. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read it.

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Saturday 10:00AM

        I parked across the street and watched. The building, according to Comet Girl, was the secret headquarters of the Dusk To Dawn group. After watching the place for about thirty minutes I got out of my car and walk to the entrance. They had a sophisticated alarm system but again Comet Girl explained how to disarm it and not disturb anything. Within minutes I was in. The place was what you’d expect a headquarters for a band of super heroines to be. There’s a locker room, meeting room, gym, garage, computer room and lab. The lockers were not locked, so I looked in. I saw all their costumes up close and personal. Who designs these things? Is there a boutique specializing in the latest fashions for the busy, active heroine on the run? Mystique Maiden dresses like a belly dancer, Ms Confederate looks like how the girls in college use to dress when they came to our toga parties. Too bad I couldn’t leave any signs of being here or I would have kept the various costumes. If I dress my girls up in them I’d make a fortune. Wait a second, I all ready made a fortune. Well, I’d make another one, but now was not the time for that. The time would come later. I was here for another reason. I got my people in there. None of them knew what this place was, they just had a job to do. First they installed the bugs. We put one in the meeting room, another in the locker room and a third in the lounge. It would of been nice to hide a couple of cameras, especially in the locker room and shower, but they might stumble on to it and I couldn’t risk it. Then we went for their main computer system. We copied their files to disks and a sophisticated spyware program installed so I can monitor all activities on it. The techs tapped the phone lines and we were out of there in less then an hour.

        Just bugging their headquarters was not enough. Their personal lives had to come under my scrutiny too. By the end of the day the homes of Mrs. Ashlyn Hamilton (Ms. Confederate) Victoria Chaste were bugged, their phones were taped and their home computers monitored. The same for the apartments of Midori Lee (Green Hornette) and Isabelle Caste (Mystique Maiden), Jessica Armstrong’s (Solar Woman) townhouse and the condo of Moira Jones (Ebony Avenger). I couldn’t get Samantha Smart’s (Stardust) mansion or the offices of Smart industries hooked up, they had good security, but it didn’t matter. Since most of them pay their bills and conduct their business in line, by the end of the following week I had their social security numbers, bank and brokerage account passwords, credit cards numbers and just about anything else to rip apart their private lives, but that wasn’t enough. Chaste’s law office was always swept for listening devices, so bugging was out of the question and her computer had a very advance anti-spyware protection. All this security has an inherit flaw, we as a society do not completely trust our computers. As a precaution we all keep hard copy backups. These hard copies are on plain old fashion paper files and they are kept under old fashion lock and key. I hired a top burglar named Benny Chavous to get in to her office at night and take some photos of certain files. Chaste is lead council for Smart Industries, she was very instrumental in holding off my father’s various attempts to acquire them. I had Benny photograph their files. Chaste was also Samantha Smart and Jessica Armstrong’s personal lawyer, I had Benny get photos of those files as well. Now only one more piece was needed for my master plan to work.

Monday 6:30PM

        “I was there for two weeks and I didn’t see anything suspicious,” Comet Girl began her briefing. “The place seems well run; I shared a dorm room with three other girls, it’s clean and the food’s not great but not bad either. The first day the doctor gave me a physical and then I met with Ms. Franklin.”

        “What did she say?” asked Ebony Avenger.

        Comet Girl shrugged. “The usual stuff. She started by laying down the rules for staying at Sanctuary House, how I was expected to behave, get along with the other girls and no drugs. Then she tried to get me interested in getting a high school diploma and some job training, stuff like that.”

        “How did she seem to you?” Solar Woman now asked. “What was your impressions of her?”

        “It’s hard to have one. It seemed to me she was reciting the whole speech from memory, like she gave it a hundred times before. Other then that I didn’t have much contact with her, least not enough to make an impression. The only strange thing was the first week I caught her watching me a few times.”

        Puritan Looked at Solar Woman. “What do you think?”

        “They might of made her and that’s why nothing happen.”

        “I think you’re right. I have a bad feeling about the whole setup.”

        “Why?” asked Comet Girl

        “Because,” answered Puritan. “Being on the board of trustees I paid them a visit a couple of weeks ago. Selina Lopez’s impression is right on the money; Ms Franklin leaves me feeling uneasy.”

        “She wasn’t hired to be a public relations, she’s there to administer the place.”

        Puritan shook her head. “Still I can’t shake the feeling something is not right.”

        “If they are forcing girls in to prostitution, how would they manage it?” Ebony asked Puritan.

        “If I was running the operation? I’d chloroform them and smuggle them out sometime in the middle of the night.”

        “OK then, that’s how we’ll play it,” announced Solar Woman. “We’ll put Sanctuary House under surveillance during the night. If something is going on we’ll catch them in the act of kidnaping and bust them.”

        It was a Wednesday when Leo drove me to Star City College. Professor Andrew Rossiter was waiting for me on the steps of Parkin Hall. He’s tall, rail thin, with an undernourished look. In his late forties, has a crew cut, a hooked nose and is dressed in a sports jacket over a white polo shirt with casual slacks and loafers. We pulled up to the curve and I got out. He immediately came down the steps and walked up to me, hand extended.

        “Thank you for coming,” he begins, pumping my hand. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. I know how busy you are.”

        “Not at all,” I assured him. “I’m happy to help.”

        “My office is this way...”

        “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’ll talk in my car.”

        “But why? We can have privacy in my office.”

        “No we couldn’t. Your wife has hired a private detective to bug your office. I don’t think she did that to ensure your privacy,” I smiled.

        His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open. “Are you certain of this?”

        “Absolutely. We can talk in my car. Even though I trust my driver Leo. I’ll put the screen up. That should guarantee we’re not overheard.”

        We got in my car. I told Leo to drive around the neighborhood, then as promised I put up the screen. The Professor looked nervous.

        “Your family has been very generous in the past. I hate to bring my personal problems to you, but this divorce with my wife has grown savage. You would not believe the charges she’s made against me in court. I honestly believe she’s trying to destroy my life.”

        Over the years Professor Rossiter, now head of the geology department, has been a consultant to my father on my family’s oil and mining interests. In addition to getting the ususal consulting fee, several generous endowments have been awarded to him and this college.

        “Oh, I can believe it. I spoke to our mutual friends. It seems you were right. Your wife suspects you’ve been frequenting a brothel and she’s hired a detective agency two weeks ago to follow you around.”

        “Two weeks ago? But I’ve visited the house since then. That means my wife has proof. She will destroy me in court, shatter my reputation and take all my assets. My life is crumbling in front of me.”

        The brothel he’s referring to is mine, but he doesn’t need to know that. Professor Rossiter in nowhere near as wealthy as my typical clients, but every two weeks he indulges himself with a visit to one of my brothels. He feels it keeps him young. It’s pretty harmless, least until now.

        “Really Professor, don’t you think you’re overreacting? I don’t think you visiting a brothel is going to make front page news, especially since you and your wife have been estranged for so long.”

        “No, you don’t understand, this will destroy me. The feminist groups on campus will raise a stink. They’ll start a campaign against me. They’ll claim I’m an unfit example for the students. You don’t know them as I do. They’re vicious, blood thirsty, carnivorous monsters. They hate all men and live for a chance to destroy us. It’s the only way they get any thrills, that is when they’re not licking each other’s rugs.”

        “Yes,” I agreed. “I see your point, I hadn’t thought of that. But I wouldn’t worry too much about that. It seems your wife has a bigger secret then you do. She’s having an affair with one of her students.”

        “What?”

        “A sixteen year old student to be precise. The kid is a prodigy; he made it in to college at sixteen. He took your wife’s class his first semester here. Shortly after they began their affair. That’s not all. Your wife’s young lover has turned her on to a new experience, marijuana. She buys it for him from one of the campus dealers. They smoke it together just before they have sex. It’s all so romantic.”

        The look on the Professor’s face was priceless, a combinations of surprise, disbelief and outright bewilderment. For a minute he was speechless. Finally, after a couple of minutes he found his voice.

        “That’s incredible! That’s....”

        “Illegal actually,” I cut in. “Your wife is guilty of statutory rape, buying a controlled substance and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. In fact, a clever DA can claim she was selling him the drugs in exchange for sex, so he might even try to charge her with dealing. Your wife is looking at serious jail time. Plus you just know his parents will sue the college. In the face of a juicy scandal, the college will have no choice but to revoke your wife’s tenure and fire her. Your soon to be ex-wife will have a criminal record, be unemployed and no school in their right mind would ever hire her again.” I smiled. “I think that’s the happy ending you’re looking for.”

        “Amazing, absolutely amazing. I thought I knew her, but is there any proof of this?”

        “Of course. Our mutual friends had their own man watch your wife. The have photographs, videos and the dates and times are carefully documented. I’ve seen it all, very impressive.”

        His face lit up like a fireworks display. “This is great! This is wonderful! Do you know what this means? I can dictate terms to my wife and that fucking bitch lawyer of her’s. I won’t have to pay her a dime, I’ll keep my house and she’ll have to pay all the legal bills, including mine. No alimony. She will even have to pay me hush money...ahh I mean alimony. I can’t thank you enough Mr. Tirabassi. This is truly terrific.”

        He was really happy. I was about to bring him back down to Earth.

        “Professor, I hate to pop your bubble, but you’re forgetting something, you don’t have the evidence. You have to understand gathering this evidence is expensive. Our mutual friends didn’t do it out of the kindness of their heart. They believe in the free market economy. They wish to sell it to you.”

        “How much do they want?”

        I told him. I knew it was too much. The color started draining from his face. “Mr. Tirabassi, I’m not a rich man. I can’t afford that. Is it possible to, perhaps, make a time payment plan? I can pay a little each week. Please assure them my credit rating is excellent.”

        I smiled. This was going pretty well. “I suppose it’s possible but I wouldn’t recommended it. This is not a bank; they’d charge you loan shark rates. You’d never get out from under, they’d bleed you dry.”

He looked. I wanted him to feel it’s hopeless, now to reel him in. “You know I did tell them that you wouldn’t be able to meet their

 price. They told me they’re open to a compromise.”

        “Compromise?”

        “They suggested a trade.”

        His head looked up like a dog smelling a barbeque. “A trade? What? Anything.”

        “This may be a silly question since you are a professor of geology, but have you ever heard of a mineral called Lactite?”

        He stared at me for a second, he looked perplexed.

        “Well yes, of course. In fact we did an exhaustive study on it almost two years ago. Basically it’s a radioactive isotope, similar to Uranium, but weaker, much, much weaker.”

        “What’s it used for?”

        “Well that’s the problem. No one has been able to come up with one. We studied it for almost a year and we couldn’t come with anything. It’s far too weak for energy production or medicine or anything else for that matter. At best there’s this stupid, childish rumor going around, but nothing of substance.”

        “What rumor?”

        “It’s ridicules actually.”

        “Try me, it won’t go beyond this car.” Not much anyway.

        He hesitated, very reluctant to go in to it. “There are some cranks who claim Lactite effects super powered humans. They say it neutralizes their powers and affects their minds. But it’s ridicules, it’s never been proven, no clinical trials, nothing. Just someone’s idea of a joke.”

        He just confirmed what Chloe told me when she was under. “Do you still have any?”

        “Yes, we have some left over from our study.”

        “That’s what they want. They will trade you the file on your wife for your remaining supply of Lactite.”

        “But why? Do you think there’s some truth to this rumor?”

        “I have no idea. Don’t forget, I have no interest in this matter. I’m just trying to help you out, Professor and I ‘d suggest you stay focus on your problems and not get too interested in their business.”

        He smiled. “Yes, you are correct. They are welcome to it. I’ll be happy to give them the Lactite for the file. Tell them it will be my pleasure.”

        “Will it cause any problems for you if it’s discovered missing?”

        “Are you kidding? It’s been sitting in a lead box in the storage room for over a year without anybody giving it a look. Besides, that storeroom is a college disgrace. Things disappear from there all the time. This will be just one more item that walked away.”

        “When can you have it?”

        “Give me an hour.”

        “I’ll tell them. They will have someone call your office to set up an exchange.”

        We pulled up to the curve in front of Parkin Hall. “I can’t thank you enough Mr. Tirabassi.”

        “Professor, one word of caution. The people you are dealing with don’t take too well to being cheated. They tend to overreact. For your sake I wouldn’t try to con them.”

        By this time he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Not a problem. They will get twelve pounds of high grade, high intensity Lactite.”

        He got out and we drove off. You probably figured out there is no mutual friends, just me, but he didn’t need to know that. As we drove off I had to laugh. Things had fallen in to place.

        Lactite, as described to me by Comet Girl and my research on the web, robs super heroines of their powers, tames their will power and makes it possible to control them. The really strange thing is the more powerful the heroine the more it effects them. Of the group I’m hunting there are four heroines that actually have super powers; StarDust is the most powerful, she’s the primary reason I made a deal with Rossiter to get my hands on the stuff. The other three, Green Hornette, and the two amazons, Leopard Lady and her sister Kitten should be effected as well but not as much as StarDust.

        I call Chloe every day and lollipop her in to bad Chloe. She gives me updates on what’s happening. Today she reported that even though she told them nothing was going on at Sanctuary House, Solar Woman and the others were not convinced. They were going to have the place watched. That confirmed what we picked up from the bugs and it was what I had been waiting for. Time to put my master plan in to effect.

        The day before I gathered the troops and gave them their orders. My plan was simple; We’re going to hit them all at once over the course of one night. It was the only way it would work. If we went after one at a time we’d lose the element of surprise; we have to hit them fast and hard before they realize what’s happening. This is easier said then done, mostly because they don’t all operate at the same time. They rotated their patrol schedules. Unless there was some sort of emergency, on a typical night, only four or five of them were out on patrol. I thought about going after them in their homes but, except for Samantha Smart, they all lived in densely populated areas and it would draw too much attention. Tomorrow night was the best I could hope for. Two of them, Puritan and the Green Hornette are going to be watching Sanctuary House. Ms. Confederate and Southern Girl are going to be patrolling the south side. The Ebony Avenger will be watching the docks and Leopard Lady and Kitten are assigned the north side. Thanks to Comet Girl I have their patrol routes and traps all set for them. If everything goes as planned, I’ll have all seven, plus Comet Girl makes eight. That leaves Solar Woman, Mystic Maiden and Stardust. They will be alerted by the disappearance of their friends but they won’t know what to do and they won’t suspect I know their secret identities. Let the games begin. 

Thursday 11:36PM

        Ms. Confederate and Southern Girl were patrolling along Front Street heading west. Usually this would be their night off but with Puritan and Green Hornette watching Sanctuary House they were short handed and everyone had to chip in. They didn’t mind, they were more then willing to help eliminate the scourge of prostitution and pornography. It demeaned women and, like their collogues in the Dusk And Dawn Group, they were personally offended by it. Besides, it had been a quiet night so far, until now. Southern Girl spotted them first, two men breaking in to Elman’s department store through the loading dock in the back. The pair of heroines rush in, but both men had gotten inside before they got there.

        “Dam,” muttered Ms. Confederate. “Now we have to go in there and get them.”

        “Isn’t there suppose to be an alarm going off? Where are the cops?” inquired Southern Girl.

        “Probably hanging out in the donut shop. Beside, it looks like they managed to knock out the security system,” Ms. Confederate pointed to the junction box. “It’s just as well, they’d only get in the way.”

        The heroines entered the building, past the back room and in to the main store.

        “This store is huge, want to split up?” asked Southern Girl.

        “All right, but let’s stay in sight of each other.”

        There were close circuit cameras all over the store. The monitors were in the security room where Leo and his crew watched the two heroines search the store. Leo had eight guys with him plus the two he used to bait them in to the store.

        Leo had been Tirabassi’ s driver and right hand man for three years and he couldn’t get over how smart that man was. He always figures all the angles. Mr. Tirabassi said he would set up Ms. Confederate and here she was ready to be taken. Leo was selected to lead this crew because he’s the most motivated. Leo’s younger brother, Arnie, was doing time, thanks to that bitch Ms. Confederate. Earlier Tirabassi warned Leo, “You can fuck and humiliate her all you want, in fact, the more the better, but you can’t hurt her Leo! You make sure you and the guys don’t get carried away. I don’t want to see a cut or bruise anywhere on her body, no broken bones, no missing teeth, I need her whole, you understand me?” Leo understood and assured him it was not a problem. Besides, to Leo, what Mr. Tirabassi had in mind was a much better revenge.

        “Ok,” Leo said to his men. “Get in position, here we go.”

        Southern Girl, A.K.A. Nanette “Nan” Hamilton, eighteen years old, high school student, auburn hair, blue eyes was slowly walking down the aisle heading toward the toy department. She could still see her mother, Ms. Confederate, five aisles over to her right. Suddenly, she saw one of the men they were after. He was three aisle to her left. She yelled an alerted to her mother and immediately took off after him. He saw her and also began to run.

        Ms. Confederate, A.K.A. Ashlyn Hamilton, thirty-six, housewife and stay at home mom, blonde hair, blue eyes heard Southern Girl say something but didn’t catch what it was. She turned to her left and realized she couldn’t see her anymore. She looked around desperately but the selves in this part of the store were higher and obstructed her view. She began moving toward to where she heard her voice come from, but then saw one of the burglars staring at her.

        “Hey, bitch. Get the fuck out of here. This is none of your business.” In an instant, she decided to got after him.

        Southern Girl turned the corner and saw her prey standing there. The aisle ended in a corner against the wall. She was approaching him from his right. He could still go to his left, but she had no doubt she would catch him. Southern Girl though about calling out for Ms. Confederate but decided against it. He looked familiar, she’s seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t remember where. He was eighteen or nineteen, thin with long greasy hair going down to his shoulders. He was breathing heavy and looked scared. Not much of a threat she concluded. Won’t be any problem taking this asshole down. She approached him. When she was within three feet of him she saw the two other men. They came from the boy’s left and they was different; big, muscular, weightlifters. Southern Girl took a step back and quickly realized their were two other muscular men behind her, it’s a trap! The four of them attacked her, each man put vise like hold on one of her arms or legs. As she struggled, the boy poured something on a rag, then clamped it on her nose and mouth. It smelled sweet and it made her dizzy. Within a minute she stopped struggling and passed out.

        Ms. Confederate chased the burglar in to the woman’s wear section. He looked like a frighten, unkempt teenager and she was gaining on him. He led her to the dressing rooms, stopped and turned around. His face showed no expression, he just stood there waiting. Before she could stop four men can out from all sides and attacked her. They tackled her to the ground and each men secured one of her limbs. She struggled but they were all so big and powerful she could do nothing against her. The teenager boy she was chasing stood there and watched, he was now smiling.

        “Looks like you fell in to our bitch trap,” he gleefully remarked.

        When they had her firmly secure and she could struggle no more another man appeared. Like the others he was big and broad, not too tall, but strong looking. He had short dark hair and a pencil thin moustache. He walked up to her, grabbed her hair and pulled her to where she was less then an inch from his face.

        “Well, well, if it isn’t the high and mighty Ms. Confederate. My name is Leo. We never met but I know you. You put my kid brother Arnie in prison. Now I have you. Isn’t it nice how things work out.” He looked at the men holding on to her. “Now what do we do with this whore? I know, they sell furniture over in that area, including beds. I think that’s the best place for her.”

        They carried Ms. Confederate to the bedding section. They dropped her on a queen size and began stripping her uniform off. The men holding her legs removed her string sandals. The men holding her arms took off her blue gloves, while the teenage, whom they called Pete, unsnapped her Confederate flag belt buckle and slipped off her red belt. The cape came off next, then they pulled her white one piece body suit and short shirt.

        “Hey, the bitch likes lace underwear,” Pete remarked.

        “The only thing I care about her underwear is how fast it comes off,” Leo countered.

        Pete produced a switchblade and carefully cut Ms. Confederate’s red lace bra and panties. She was naked except for her white mask. Leo walked up to her and yanked it off. This put Ms. Confederate in to a near panic. If they found out who she was her whole family and all her friend could be threaten. There was a chance, she wasn’t famous like Solar Woman or Ebony Avenger, there was no reason they should know who she is. If they hadn’t found Southern Girl she might be able to get away and call for help.

        Leo stood there smiling at her. “I know all about you Ashlyn Hamilton. I know everything, where you live, who you know, everything. Let’s just say your life’s about to change, Cunt.”

        Ashlyn felt terror and despair. How could he know? She realized she had no choice but to resign herself to the rape that was to come. She was totally helpless to escape. The only hope she had for Southern Girl to show up with help.

        “We have a tight schedule tonight,” Leo explained. “So we are going to have to speed this up a bit. Slut, we’re going to introduce you to the concept of the triple fuck.”

        Ashlyn didn’t like the sound of that. Pete produced a jar of Vaseline and began lubing Ms. Confederate’s cunt. Three of the men then lifted her up as Leo took off his pants and underwear and laid down on his back on top of the bed. The position her so she straddled Leo facing his feet. Leo held his enormous cock in one hand and with the other guided her hips so that her cunt was directly over his cock. She could feel his cock head touching her cunt. Leo then pulled her magnificent ass down on his hard, massive cock, her pussy easily sliding down engulfing it completely.

        “Yeah, love it, love it. That’s one hot pussy.” he gloated.

        Another of the men sat in front of her, spreading his legs and presenting the kneeling blond with his thick, massive cock. He put a big hand on the back of her head and brought her forward. 

        “All right bitch, open up,” he ordered.

        Ms. Confederate opened her mouth and let the man slide his penis to the back of her throat. She fought to keep from gagging, it was so big. The men were not finished, now for the third part of the triple fuck. The awkward position forced her ass to stick up and that was Pete’s target. He lube his cock and spread apart Ms. Confederate’s peach shaped ass, placing his head against her rosebud anus. He hesitated for second just to enjoy the moment.

        “Oh by the way Ms. H, my name is Pete. I go to school with Nan and I always wanted to fuck that cock tease bitch daughter of yours. I guess fucking you is good too.”

        He then shoved the first third of his cock in to her tight ass. Ms. Confederate tried to scream, but she had the other man’s cock in her mouth and all that came out was muffled moan. Pete then pulled out and shoved it back in deeper. He kept repeated the process each time gaining more inches in her tight chute until he worked the full length in to Ms. Confederate’s ever loosening asshole. Pete’s thrusts had the added effect of forcing her to deep throat the other man’s cock.

        “Alright guys,” Leo said. “Let’s fill Ms. Cuntfederate up.”

        All three assailants began fast pumping their respective orifice hard. Ms Confederate was sure she would lose her mind, it was too much. It went on for about ten minutes and she almost passed out. Pete was the first, shooting his load up her ass, keeping it in there until every drop was discharged inside of her. The thug with his cock in her mouth came a couple of minutes after. Like Pete, he send a flood of hot semen down her gulping throat until he had nothing left. When he did finally pull it out he used Ms. Confederate’s long blond hair to carefully wipe his cock. Leo was able to hold it longer, he was enjoying himself too much to let it end. It was, after all, for his kid brother Arnie, but after another three minutes even he couldn’t hold it any longer. He took great pleasure in ejaculating his thick hot cum in to her cunt. Ms. Confederate moaned as she felt Pete blasting his seed in to her ass. Something about that along with Leo pumping away at her hot cunt and the other guy face fucking her triggered her to climax. It was the worst possible thing that could happen.

        “Will you look at this, the whore likes it. She’s getting off on it,” Leo announced. Everyone looking on laughed and bombarded her with every foul name they could come up with.

        It was one of the most powerful orgasm she ever had and it couldn’t have come at a worst time. By the time she was done Ms. Confederate was in a dazed, barely aware of what was going on. Leo grabbed Ms. Confederate by her hair, pulling her up. Cum was dripping from her mouth, as well as all her other holes. He used his cock to slap her across the face a couple of times to bring her around. It worked, but just barely as she hung limp and powerless by her hair in Leo’s hand.

        “Hey, I just thought of something. What if my cum takes hold and you get knocked up? Wouldn’t that be something?” He said as he patted her stomach and cunt. “Now don’t start relaxing just yet, Ms. Cuntfederate. I got three other friends here waiting for their shot at you.” He pointed at his cock. “As you can see I’m getting in the mood again. As much as I’d enjoy a poke at one of your other fuck holes, I’m going to be too busy, fucking your daughter.” He let go of her hair and she collapsed face down on the bed.

        Three other men came in to sight dragging an already naked Nanette Hamilton. The other kid who lured them in to the store, had her uniform all balled up under his arm. He tossed it next to the pile of Ms. Confederate’s uniform. Nan also looked barely conscious, cum smeared all over her face. Leo had her turned around so Ashlyn could see her ass, her cheeks were spread wide so as to show her recently stretched anus.

        “No!” shouted Ashlyn.

        “As you can see the boys already started on her. Not her cunt though, the first shot in that hole is reserved for me,” smiled Leo. “Wouldn’t it be something if I get her knocked up too? Both mother and daughter pregnant at the same time by the same man.”

        The other boy walked over to where Ms. Confederate laid.

        “Hi, I’m Ernie. I go to school with your daughter, just like Pete. I never thought I have a shot at a bitch like Nan. She’s such a cock tease, but today I got to face fuck her. I’ll tell you, it’s the best day of my life, and now I even get to have her mom too.”

        “Wait up kid,” Leo said. “First I want her to watch me fuck her daughter.”

        They held Ashlyn down and forced her to watch as Leo bent Nan over and shoved his cock in from behind her. For the next eight minutes he pumped away. Nan’s eyes looked like they would pop out, she had never experienced anything as big as what Leo was pumping in to her cunt. Ashlyn kept yelling for them to leave her alone.

        “Hey, maybe Nan will orgasm too,” Pete said.

        “She already has, Dude,” Ernie told him. “You should have seen Southern Slut when we were doing before, bitch couldn’t get enough.”

        Nan didn’t disappoint, half way through Leo’s fucking she exploded in to a deep climax of her own. When done Nan collapsed on the floor. Then the rest of them started in on them. Ernie titty fuck Ashlyn, spraying volleys of semen all over her face. At the same time another man pushed her legs up in the air and fucked her ass again. Meanwhile, Pete had Nan on her knees in front of him as he stuck his cock in her mouth. For the next couple of hours every one of the men in Leo’s crew had at least one turn with each of the women and each woman had some more orgasms. When it was finished both women laid there face down, side by side, unconscious, semen smeared on every inch of their bodies, face and hair.

        Pete kneeled down and simultaneously lifted up one of both mother and daughter’s limp legs by their big toes. He looked like was displaying trophies as he held them up. “We did OK tonight.”

        After a few minutes of savoring the moment, Leo ordered the men to the next phased of the operation. They gathered the two women’s uniform and stuffed them in a bag. Then loaded the two women on to a van waiting in the back loading dock. Leo ordered three men to stay behind and clean up any evidence. He got in the passenger side and gave the driver directions where to go. Doctor Streeter was waiting for the two sluts with his needles and drugs. By the time he got done with them, their present life wouldn’t even be a memory.

TO BE CONTINUED