A Family In Slavery Read Free

locked them into cuffs chained to the floor, forcing the girl into a spread X of captured femininity.
    Monica was aghast as she witnessed them abusing her daughter, but unable to do anything other than watch the depraved scene. Maria strained and struggled in vain, her head still under the loose hood. Then she watched as Sam took a large knife and sliced away her clothes, leaving a tattered pile of cloth on the floor. The sight of her daughter, now naked and helpless with these two brutes was all Monica could stand and unable to stop it, she sobbed in despair.
    Sam took up a position behind the beautiful young lady and removed the hood, exposing the terror stricken face of Maria. The poor girl’s face was wet with tears, as she cried and yelled in shocked disbelief, but Monica could hear nothing from where she was watching. She saw Sam rest his chin on Maria’s shoulder and look directly into the mirror at her, as she tried to make eye contact with Maria. But the girl did not look like she saw her at all and she guessed it was one-way glass separating them.
    Hugging Maria and mauling her trembling breasts in his strong hands, Sam whispered, “As I just told your mother, you are now my property and you will learn how to serve me.”
    The girl tried to twist away, shocked and appalled she cried, “Take your hands off me! What are you talking about? Where am I? Where is my mom?”
     
    “So many questions, so few answers,” replied Sam, as he groped her generous tits while the girl squirmed in his grip. “All you need to know is that the three of you belong to me and I will use you as I see fit. Now feel free to scream all you like, no one can hear you.”
    He released his grasp on her exposed tits and stepped back, taking a coiled whip off his belt and unfurling it. As Maria continued to plead and question him, he cracked the whip in the air as he stood behind her. Maria could see him clearly in the large mirror in front of them, as fear gripped her and her mother who was forced to noiselessly watch the immoral scene from behind the glass. When the first blow landed across Maria’s back with a loud CRACK, she screamed a bloodcurdling cry as her mother strained and shrieked into her gag. Watching her child stripped and whipped in front of her was a torture far worse than anything Sam could physically do to her, at least that was what she thought.
    Nine more times he wrapped the thin braided leather whip around Maria’s torso, not only striping her back, but also leaving angry red stripes across her tanned belly and milky white tits. Maria struggled throughout, wailing and crying as her body absorbed each stinging strike. Monica was distraught as she watched the pain etched into her daughter’s pretty face, cursing Sam in her mind, but knowing they were completely at his mercy, or lack thereof.
    After coiling and clipping the whip back onto his belt, Sam stepped up to Maria’s back and this time reached down between her parted thighs. His hands explored her young pussy, neatly framed by her trimmed blonde bush. Maria tensed as she felt his finger stroke her sex and particularly her clitoris. She strained against the cuffs holding her wide open, but could not evade his probing hands. Despite the pain he just inflicted on her and the frightening position she was in, his fingers quickly started a fire between her legs.
    Maria was sexually active, enjoying sex with several partners in the last couple of years. But the way Sam now toyed with her clit was different, and even under this massive duress, he easily manipulated her love bud until it was erect and throbbing with desire. Behind the glass Monica watched Sam’s hands paw her daughter’s sex and felt a new and desperate fear at what might happen next. The idea of watching him sexually abuse her daughter was far more disturbing than watching him whipping her had been.
     
    Maria’s gyrations soon changed from resistance to an unabashed attempt to grind against the