She struggled for a second, and mother and daughter exchanged a brief gagged conversation. Now it was Becky's turn.

The moment I started cutting the tape that bound Becky to the chair, Sandra knew what was going to happen. "Ummpphh?" she moaned weakly, pleading with her eyes. She was a good mother, after all, and she had just humiliated herself in front of me, believing that it would spare her daughter.

Silly cunt.

I turned to face her. "What did you think I was going to do, Sandra?" I asked, grinning through the mask. "I told you at the beginning that all you had to do was sit back and relax, and it would soon be over. It was you who decided to try and escape. Now you have to pay for that."

I pulled Becky close so that I could unfasten her wrists. Unlike her mother, whose gag was locked in place, Becky could remove hers easily now that her hands were free. Pulling her close, I looked into her young. fear-filled eyes. In a low voice so as not to alarm mommy. I said, "I bet this thing is getting a little uncomfortable, isn't it, Becky?" I ran a finger over her taped lips. She nodded miserably. "Well, that is a little unfortunate. You see, we're going to make sure you and momma stay nice and quiet until we leave. After all, we wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors, now, would we?" She looked at me with big, helpless eyes. "Anyway, you might be tempted to take it off, now that your hands are free. Well, don't, because you'll pay the next forfeit with that pretty little pussy of yours. Do I make myself clear?" She nodded. "Good girl. Now dance."

Strangely, Becky seemed to take to this fairly easily and I wondered if she'd done this before, perhaps for a boyfriend or a few extra bucks? It was hard to say these days, since kids in clubs wear fashions and make moves that were the sole domain of pole dancers in my day. Still, she wiggled her little tush when ordered and could even do a reasonable bump and grind. Gradually the school uniform disappeared, to be replaced by a lacy little bra and panty number. That didn't last long. Like her mother, I had her remove the bra slowly and fondle her breasts in front of me. By now she was sobbing, but her fear of the rod kept her ass moving in time to the music. I had her stick her ass almost in her mother's face as she wiggled out of the panties. Sandra's look of disgust and Becky's eyes, wide and fearful above her taped mouth, were an instant turn on.

Now they were both naked, the family resemblance was even more apparent. Mother and daughter - the thought caught my imagination, kindling ideas that had been lurking there since I'd picked up Beth. I know that I said I preferred the young nubile Beth to her older mother, even if it was Jane who jilted me, but that also implied that I needed to make a choice since I could only take one or the other. Gradually, I had come to realize that I could do better than that. Now that her kids were grown up, Jane was vulnerable again, and while I had no intention of keeping her, the idea of having mother and daughter as my personal slaves had its attractions. On the way to New York I'd been planning things to do with my new slaves. Of course, it hadn't escaped my attention that I could try some of the ideas out on Sandra and Becky.

As Becky writhed in front of her mother, I assessed my options. Getting them to do a little lesbian scene was obvious, but I decided to start small. Perhaps I'd get the girl to stroke her mother's tits and work her way up to fingering the helpless woman. I began to regret not being able to ungag Becky and have her lick Sandra's slit. Still, there were countless possibilities. I daydreamed a little as the girl continued to dance and when it happened it came as a complete surprise.

At first I didn't notice, Becky's bouncy little tits having 100 of my attention. Then in the distance I heard it, a persistent ringing that seemed out of place in the song track that was playing.

The front door bell.

Ordinarily it wouldn't be a problem. The gags were tight enough to ensure that neither woman could be heard out front. Sandra was tied to a chair so she couldn't do anything, but Becky. . .

The girl was smart. She realized the possibility a few seconds before my brain registered the danger and she took maximum advantage. In an instant she was at the kitchen door, showing the type of speed that had won her all those sports medals. Had the door been open, it would have been all over, but she had to stop to open it and that delay allowed me to gain a little ground. I almost reached her when she finally got it open and slipped into the hall. I followed in hot pursuit.

The next few breathless seconds are burned into my memory. Becky, naked but for gag and cuffs, was in full flight. Up ahead was the front door, the imposing silhouette of a man framed in the frosted glass panel. Next to the door were two smaller plain glass windows. I realized it was only a matter of time before he peered through those windows - how may times have you done something like that when you don't get a response from the bell? If he looked in, it would all be over. I was also aware that JoJo was halfway down the stairs, following the standard orders I'd given her in case of persistent visitors. But Becky was fast and supercharged on adrenaline and fear. There was no way I could close the gap before she reached the door. There was the possibility that I could reach her before she got the man's attention, but that was slim. I took a desperate gamble and dived at her legs. If I missed, she had a clear run to the door and I'd probably either have to kill the guy or spend the next twenty years inside.

Strangely, I think the size of her lead finally worked in my favor. She was confident enough to slow a little and tear the tape from her mouth. Desperately, I dived forward and heard her grunt of surprise as I impacted with her back. The door of the family room was open and some trick of my momentum that I hadn't consciously planned caused us to fall into the room. Fortunately, there was no furniture nearby, and though we landed heavily there was less noise than I'd expected. We were winded for a second, so neither of us reacted when JoJo reached in and calmly closed the door. She was already opening the front door when Becky recovered. By that time, though, I had the sense of mind to crawl on top of her, so escape was impossible. I was still winded, however, and it gave her enough time to spit out the sodden towel. She took a deep breath and got ready to let rip with a scream.

There was no time to be subtle. I drove my fist solidly into her solar plexus, driving out all that hard-fought-for air in an explosive rush. Becky went from being a hard-bodied athlete to a rag doll in an instant. After that, it was easy to replace the towel - I even had time to refasten the cuffs, all while the chairman of the PTA was a few feet away from us, telling JoJo just what he expected Sandra to do before the next meeting.

Becky recovered from the punch surprisingly fast, but by then it was too late. She was pinned immobile by my weight, and my hand was covering her mouth and the towel gag. Slowly, I got my own wind back, wishing the guy would just hurry up and leave. He sounded like a typical PTA leader - loud and pompous. I had no doubt that Sandra could hear him in the kitchen. Her gag was too tight for her screams to be heard out here, but I started to worry about the bonds, especially those tying her to the chair. If she knocked something over or managed to get to somewhere he could see her, all of this would be for nothing.

Finally, the windbag left. A few minutes later, when I was sure he was gone, I dragged Becky back to the kitchen. Sandra looked up hopefully as I opened the door and pushed her daughter inside. I think the silly bitch had really believed they were about to be rescued. I smiled an evil little smile, and the woman looked down and trembled a little. She knew they were in trouble.

I dragged the girl over to my bag of provisions and dug around inside. She groaned when I pulled out a new roll of duct tape. Stupid slut, did she really think I'd leave her free after that? I'd been intending to strengthen the gag, anyway, and had come prepared. Out came the towel, to be replaced by this strange leather-covered sponge thing apparently used to polish cars. It was a tight fit, much larger than the towel, but as they say, if it doesn't fit force it. Finally it was in so tightly that I doubt she could remove it without the use of her hands. I wasn't going to find out; a thick layer of tape held it firmly in place. I used a bandage on top, squeezing her mouth closed around the sponge. A nipple test produced barely a whisper, although the pained look in her eyes showed it was far from comfortable. It served her right. And if she didn't like that, she definitely wouldn't like what was next. I strengthened her bonds by taping her elbows tightly together. She struggled a little and moaned her discomfort but I was satisfied. Not only was her movement greatly restricted, but her tits were thrust out nicely. I fondled them for a while, enjoying her tiny sounds of indignation. Her traitorous nipples had hardened on their own, giving me plenty to play with. I continued to play until she was starting to get a little breathless, then I pushed her down on the island.

When I seized an ankle, I was very surprised to hear Sandra start screaming. Of course, the sound wasn't very loud but it still came as a shock. Becky was crying and Sandra kept shaking her head and pleading with her eyes. For a while I was puzzled, then I realized how it looked - here I was, pushing Becky onto the counter and spreading her legs. Sandra naturally assumed that I was about to fuck the girl. I could see how they could make that mistake.

I suppose I could have defused the situation by explaining what I was going to do, but to be honest they were pissing me off. So instead I threatened to take the rod to Becky if she didn't stop struggling. The girl stopped, face tight with fear as I tied some cord around her left ankle to the sound of her mother's frantic mewings in the background. I think they finally realized she was in no danger when I tied the cord to the other ankle - the short length of the cord would have made rape very difficult, although it did make an excellent hobble. Becky's athletic feats were over for the moment. I ran some rope around her neck and tied it off to the sink, then turned to Mommy.

Sandra had been a good little girl, but I had dark plans for her daughter and needed to keep her occupied for a time. It would be interesting to see how she'd react to what I was about to do. With a smile, I pulled the chair and the struggling woman back into the utility room. I'd tied her ankles to the chair legs but had left most of her body free - now she'd see why. First, I taped her elbows like I'd done with Becky and was pleased to see that I got a similar response. Then I tied her wrists to the bar at the back of the chair. I'd left some slack and I think that puzzled her. Then, I tied a length of cord around her middle then passed the free end between her legs. I don't think she had any idea what I was doing. She seemed really confused when I tied some knots in the cord near her naked pussy. She must have had a sheltered life, but she soon got the point when I pulled the cord tight. The utility room had a pulley arrangement for an indoor drying line and I ran the rest of the cord through it. It was simple to pull the cord tight, forcing Sandra to lift her ass off the chair or be cut in two.

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