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'No we.' I said.

'What? What are you talking about? She was worried.

'No we.' I replied and continued. 'The mill and a half is for you. You alone. Not the kid too.'

'No. No, no, no. But you said.' She stammered.

'No, you said. You assumed. And as you said before, assumptions are often wrong and your assumption is fucking wrong.'

'But, no, but no, but a million and a half for us both or no deal.' She stated.

'Well, I guess that's it then, no deal.' I smirked it at her.

She went silent, actually for quite awhile and I loved it. She was squirming inside, trying to figure out her next angle and approach. Then she blurted out, 'Please. please how much for my daughter too. How much more will it take?'

'You know, if you hadn't been so devious and tried to be cunning, one and a half million would have done it for both of you. It would have, but punishment is in order for your behavior so lets see, forty-eight and a half. That should do it.'

'What do you mean, forty-eight and a half, - thousand - more?' She hoped.

'No you dumb cunt. (She looked angry at my reference to her vagina and hated when I used the the C word. After all she was a Doctor and I should show respect, so she thought.) Forty-eight and a half million more for the kid. Fifty million and you're both out of here safe.'

'You're crazy. You're out of your mind. We don't have that kind of money. No one does, at least no one we know and we know some well off people. You're crazy. We can't. I can't.' She was in anger shock and rambling.

'That's OK. I guess that means you two have to stay awhile as my guests. Both of you as my guests. So that's settled then. Unless.'

'Unless what? What are you up to now?' She really didn't want to know but had to ask.

'Unless you want to pay up and I let you go and keep the kid until you come up with the rest. That could work.'

'Let me go and keep my daughter?' She said incredulously.



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'Yeah, that'd work.'

'You're insane. What kind of mother do you think I am. Do you really think I'd agree to leave her alone here with you? Alone with you, a kidnapping maniac.' She was furious.

'Cool it with the names,' I retorted and then added, 'or at least get them all right. Not just half right.'

'What? I can't follow you. What kind of person do you take me for?' (One with two tits and a cunt, and a great ass, and a little fuck bunny to match, I thought to myself.)

(I wanted her to get the maniac part right and preface it with sex, sex maniac who had them totally at his mercy and had lots of evil ideas and intentions. What a fucking (wet) dream come true. I didn't say it and decided to play it out longer. Keep my horrors I intended for them rationed, so to say. Revealed and executed slowly and gradually and incrementally.)

I answered, 'What kind of mother? Not a fucking very good one. In fact, a reckless one. I mean I've got you and I've got your cunt daughter here. Helpless and controlled and you won't do anything to help her. So I don't think you're much of a mother at all or you wouldn't have let it happen. And it's you who's let it happen.' I really wanted to provoke her. Rub salt right into her slit.

'But you had a gun. You threatened to shoot her if I didn't co-operate. You forced us to drink something that drugged us as you said you'd shoot us. What would you expect us, me to do? Even the Cops say, when faced with an armed intruder, co-operate. Do as you're told to prevent an accident or worse from happening. So how dare you say I'm not a good mother. I was trying to protect her. How dare you say it. How dare you.'

With that, she lunged for me wildly. I fucking loved it. It was just what I'd riled her for. I'd hit a nerve, more sensitive than her G spot, better than her clit (which I'd spend a lot of time working over in the weeks to come). It was totally extra great.



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She jerked forward to grab me and the steel neck restraint pulled taut as she was in the air and she jerked back even harder. It fucking must have hurt plenty and she grabbed her throat and sort of gurgled and cried out and flopped back onto the bed. She'd almost strangled herself, or broke something in her neck and she was a Doctor. You'd think she would know better. She settled down but had torn the buttons off her silk blouse and ripped the sleeve. She tried to cover her sheer pink satin bra but couldn't keep the two sides together. Her bra was so thin her nipples showed right through. She saw me seeing and my eyes eating her up but she couldn't see my cock doing it at the same time. Stupid cunt Doctor bitch, now her tits were exposed and I hadn't even had to do it myself.

'That wasn't too smart.' I chided her. 'That must of hurt.'

'Leave me alone. Leave us alone. You're a bastard to say that about me. A bastard. Just leave.'

'I guess I can do that. I can see you're upset. You've worked yourself into a state. Anyway, I do have to go for now. I have a few errands. I'll be back shortly.' And with that I was out the door (securely locked), out of the room and into a little adjoining observation room I'd rigged up with a one way mirror and listening and video devices. I could see and hear everything they did and said when they thought I was gone. It was the most ingenious set up, like the ones seen on TV for the Police line-ups or interrogation rooms. Since they didn't know I was watching they would carry on accordingly as if they were in private. It was superb and enlightening entertainment. I was to spend many wonderful hours hearing their secret hopes and fears and plans to over-come, to over-power, me. And came to know full well how deeply they really hated me for all the vile and disgusting things I visited on their bodies and forced them to do to each other. They never quite knew how I seemed to know what they were hoping to plan and was always one step (usually at the very last minute when they thought they had real hope) ahead of them.



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It was delicious. The stupid cunts never had a fucking chance. Not from the moment I first saw them at the beach laying there face down, both with their tops unfastened and their asses in the air. I used my cell phone camera to get several excellent pictures to keep me aware of what I was hunting and setting out to capture. I waited for them to return home and followed their BMW right to their house. It all was so easy it was almost a joke. Women taking precautions. What a farce. Hey, all you good looking snot bitches, somebody really wants your cunt, you can kiss it goodbye.

Almost immediately after I'd left the room and was watching and recording, the mother asked her daughter, 'What did he whisper in your ear, earlier?'

'Mom, are you OK. You neck's hurt. Are you alright?'

'I'm OK. I shouldn't have let him provoke me like that. I should have stayed in control. I'm sure he wanted me to react like that. I think he's smart. Smarter than he seems. We have to watch him very carefully. But what did he whisper to you?'

The kid blanched and didn't want to answer.

'What did he say to you? You must tell me. He was saying about me being a good mother and then he said something else, something private he said. Tell me what. Tell me.'

(She was still toying with her blouse, trying to close the front. Then she took it off to see if she could fix it. Needless to say, I could see her tits right out. They didn't stand a chance either.)

'Mom. Mom, I don't want to. Please, I don't want to.'

'I can see that baby, but you must. I'm the adult and I have to know everything possible that we're dealing with.'

'Mom, please.'

'Tell me Honey. Tell me Stephanie.'



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She slowly stammered, 'He said, did I think you'd be a good. fuck and would you spread your legs good and let him eat. Would you like to be his cock's friend or would you prefer I was his fuck buddy? That's what he asked and wants an answer later.'

'Oh no.' She cried out. 'Oh no. God. God no. Is that everything he said? Is that all of it?'

'Please Mom. I just told you. I did.'

'Did you tell me everything? Steph, I know you. There's more. He said. Tell me.'

'Mom. Mom.'

'No matter what, tell me.'

'Then he added, would you prefer I was his.his, his little ass fuck buddy? Mom, please I don't want him to.'

There it was. The sex. The raping. Their cunts. Their ass holes, all out in the open. My motives, (or at least some of my motives, since simple rape was child's play for me) right out before her. She looked crestfallen and fearful and beaten and fierce angry.

'Mom, what are we going to do? What are we to do if he tries those kinds of things? Mom, please.'

'I don't know baby. But I won't let him touch you or hurt you. I promise. If it has to be, he can do what he wants to me, but I won't let him harm you.'

'But what if he wants to. What if he wants to hurt me. To hurt me down there and back? The kid replied as she motioned to her cunt and behind.

'He won't. I won't let him.'

'But what if he wants to. Starts to. How would you stop him? You couldn't get to him then and just hurt your neck for trying. How, Mom? How?'

'I'll find a way, Stephanie. I absolutely swear. I'll find a way to protect you. You have my word.'

'But Mom.'

'No. Steph, you have my absolute word.'



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With that they stopped talking. I watched as they went into their own thoughts and visions of what was to come. Mom was defiant and angry and determined and rubbed her throat often and the kid cried softly. I suppose she knew down deep, there was nothing her mother could do to protect her cunt or her sphincter if she couldn't even protect her own, couldn't get beyond the steel neck line. If her mother couldn't keep me out of their pussies, out of their ass-holes, what was in store next? She was plenty afraid and cried some more.

And the more she cried, the more I wanted her to.

And it all was so fucking easy to arrange for that.

And even easier to make them beg and scream.