It's been the same warm evening on the beach for the past week. The family reunion was just like any other, boring. The only treat is to see some of the more attractive relatives showing off their bodies. It wasn't the bikini's that she and Esther were wearing. It was her conversation on the cell, "Yes, I think we are both going to stay for an extra week, it's so nice down here. You will? Thanks, you're a doll, I owe you."

I suppose she was thinking of having the island to herself as it was the last day after Labor Day and technically the beach was closed. There would be no lifeguards or any employees about, in fact it was a 17-mile ferry trip to the nearest store and the gas station at the dock closed for the season. It would be secluded and no one to bother her at all.

I smile to myself, being a trust baby has some advantages. People are used to me dropping out of sight. I made my own cell call. "Jerry? Yeah I think I am going to take the boat up to the cape, so I won't be available for anything for a week or two. Great, catch you later."

I have bought my way out of so many situations caused by my hobby. You see, I rape women for amusement, but this is especially tasty, first and second cousins, it meant rape and incest. Patience is fortunately a long suit for me, so it doesn't cause me any consternation that it will take about three days for the beach to clear out. Since I am staying on my yacht, I move about a mile and half away from the cabins out of sight.

I spend the three days to good advantage, scouting the area for my spot. I watch her and Esther. Gads, the two of you are like clocks, no surprises in the three days. I determine I am going to strike on the fifth day

I start gathering the rope and the tent pegs and other things and caching them. I prepare the rape site. I drag some stones to the middle of the area. They are large and it takes a lot of energy to drag them into place. They looked like a couple of Druids' alters.

I like this location. It is a clearing inside the woods. There is a canopy overhead and it is far enough away from the cabins that it is out of the earshot. It is isolated enough for my purposes. Their ordeals are going to be overnight experiences.

In the evening while Naomi goes to meet Esther with her beer after her run, I go in and disable the phones and then I steal the five cell phones you have between you. The ferry was not scheduled to return for another four days. Now they are trapped with no way to call for help. The other cabins' phones were shut off already.

I spend the fourth day on the boat establishing my alibi. While I am well out to sea, I drop your cell over the side. I am seen sailing north by several merchants. I then turn off the running lights and sail back to the island to a back cove, well hidden from sight by land or sea. I sailed under the cover of dark. When I had arrived, I relaxed and sipped at some fine cognac, contemplating tomorrow's entertainment.

Tomorrow I go and prepare the trap zones on the beach. Then I retreat to a spot in the woods that I can see the only occupied cabin I see through a pair of binoculars that the routine went right on schedule. Naomi and Esther walked to a spot and spread out towels and laid down to sunbathe. Promptly an hour later they go into the surf and swim. They returned to their cabin and ate then napped. They acted like two felines, playing and napping. This served to lull then into a careless state. Ideal for predators, like myself to exploit.

Esther ran just before dusk for a forty-five minute run and Naomi planned to meet her for a beer on her return. Except that Esther met me first, twenty minutes into the run. I am wearing a ski mask; it's warm, but necessary. Esther is concentrating on her rhythm and checking her watch, besides, she has no reason to suspect trouble.

I came from behind and tackled her and she fell into the sand face first. I grabbed a good handful of hair and trapped her body with my knee in the small of her back. As she struggled, I slip a makeshift noose over her head and pulled it tight. As she fought for her breath, I spoke for the first time, "Ok, Esther babe, we are going to do this with you breathing or without, which would you prefer?" With that said, I tightened the ligature a little tighter. Esther is not dense and understood right away. She calmed down and lay quietly in the sand, I loosened the noose and said, "Good Girl, now put your hands out above your head." She complied, still catching her breath. I tied her wrists together.

As I slipped the noose over her head and off, she instantly began to scream and yell. I chuckled and put a pillow case over her head. Then I slipped the noose back around her neck and cinched it loosely, "Go ahead and yell, if it makes you feel better, but there is no one around to hear." I taunt and she seems to understand she is in trouble as I tightened the rope around her neck again. Since, she seemed to be less combative after the demonstration; I loosened the noose again and slung her over my shoulder.

It was a scant seven minutes treks to the rape spot. The struggle only lasted six minutes, I had thought that Naomi would not start to be concerned for about another twenty minutes. I figured I had at least forty minutes before I needed to worry about Mom.

I tied Esther's noose to a branch, forcing her to come up on the toes of her expensive running shoes, like being enpointe in ballet, and I tied wrist rope to the same branch and, stepped back to watch her fight against gravity and feel rope tighten slowly around her neck. Esther struggled and she was sure that she was going to choke to death. I enjoy the scene as Naomi's daughter struggled to stay on the painful point of her toes. She probably could have lasted over an hour at that before I would have to intervene. However, there was a time table to meet. So, I unfastened her noose and wrist ropes and took her next to the right-hand stone and forced her to kneel at the spot. Then I shoved a ball gag into her mouth and tightened it into place, next, I took a black scarf and used it to blindfold her, and I did it all under the pillow case, Naomi would have been impressed. Now, I tied tent lines to each of Esther's ankles and a line to the rope around her wrists, I lifted her struggling body and placed her facing up with the large stone at her hips. I pushed the tent peg into the ground to keep her arms restricted and then caught one leg and pulled the leg at a forty-five-degree angle and pounded the stake home. A little struggle and the second leg splayed out at a right angle to the other. I realigned her on the stone to maximize the strain and then pulled the lines tight. Her hips thrust out and she was helpless and available.

I looked at my watch and there was a half hour before I needed to be ready for her. I removed the pillow case and Esther could not have looked sexier. I had time and I wanted to enjoy making her squirm more. I admired her outfit, she only wore a sport top or perhaps it was a sports bra, I do not keep tabs on women's clothing other to see what they look like on women and how to remove them of course.

But I wander, I wanted my treat, so I took a pair of tape scissors and started cutting off the sport bra/top. Esther cooperated nicely, screaming into the gag and struggling as much as her restraints allowed. I could see she was well stretched there was little she could do to move other than her head. Esther was not used to granting favors to anyone and now I was taking liberties, that most of her boyfriends could only drool over.

I envisioned the two mounds would be like twin ice cream sundaes, the nipples topping them off perfectly. I was not far from wrong. But I wanted her revulsion to her rape and this was the beginning of her subduing. So I let my tongue wet the surface of one of her tits and then moved my mouth to the nipple and suckled. Then the next tit followed. Then came the groaning. It was not in pleasure. Rather, it was a protestation at exciting her without her permission. She was not enjoying the moment at all, which suited me just fine.

I untied her sarong cover up and opened her nether regions. I slowly pulled the string to her bikini bottom. Now the squirming started in earnest. Esther strained against the lines in vain. I grinned; this was not the workout she had in mind when she started her run, she understood that she was being exposed. I continued the long torturous pull on the string until the bow popped loose. And the strings separated, leaving that side open. I ran my hand on the bare skin and she fought the bondage in vain. I take the other side's string and rip the second string without warning and quickly expose the prize, she lay naked. Her small patch of pubic hair neatly trimmed sat on top of a very rarely visited part of her anatomy. Esther was situated so that both the anus and the pussy were out where they could be reached. I toyed with Esther, pushing a finger between the lips just enough to reach the moist folds. Esther was openly weeping now.

I was satisfied, "Ok Esther honey, time to get your mother. Don't go anywhere I will be back." I was openly and sadistically laughing now as I walk out of the clearing. I stopped when I was out on the beach and headed to a spot just closer to where I took Esther. I put the ski mask on again and walked to my place to pounce. I had stacked driftwood to make a blind for me and I settled in to wait. The hunt is what makes the rape at the end more enjoyable and worthwhile.

I hear Naomi's voice calling for Esther. It amuses me that Esther can hear her as well. She just cannot answer. As the mother comes into view, I suppress a shout of glee, instead of a bikini she was wearing a halter dress. She ignored the driftwood and walked on past, intent on the sand ahead. I allow her to move past and then I am on a dead run and tackle her just as I did with Esther. However, I no longer have a fixed timetable as I had with her, so I was going to enjoy the fight here. I had her trapped underneath me and I felt her rock, twist, push and kick to get free, but I rode her like a cowboy on a bronco. Eventually, she wore down and weakened. As the struggle subsided, I pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists and then elbows. I pulled the elbows uncomfortably together and tied them there

I stood, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled mom to her feet. I marched her the seven minutes to the clearing and laughed openly when she saw Esther spread out and cried out, "Oh my God, Esther, what he did he do to you?" Esther's answer was a muffled sob. Mom addresses me for the first time, "You bastard! What are you doing to my daughter, you, son of a bitch?"

"Wrong on the first count Naomi, as to my mother, well you may just be right." I was enjoying the scene immensely. The power that I felt with two helpless women in my grasp was an undescribable high. "As to what I am going to do to you and Esther I am going to do whatever I fucking please, including fucking. So, do you have any other stupid questions?"

She sputters at me, "You won't get away with this." It always is a marvel that women in trouble like this stick with the cliches. I answer with a great deal of confidence, "I've heard that one before too, Naomi. Needless to say I have gotten away with it, so far. You and Esther are not my first victims. Besides, it's taking the risk that makes it so exhilarating. But I have a lot to do and we don't have time to carry on a conversation, so."