Part 2 - By Bill the younger brother
Let me start by saying this latest act of predation was my idea. In spite of my
brother's claims that he's the smart one, I'm the one who suggested we seek our
next victims in the Mall and that we grab a mother and daughter. Steve, the
future doctorate, had expressed interest in how such a traumatic event, as
kidnap-rape-torture would impact relationships between females. I pointed out
that the most profound relationship in the female world was that of mother and
daughter. I also recommended that we go to the mall to shop. To a sexual
predator, a mall parking lot is like an all-you-can-eat buffet to a starving
man. You just sit in your car and watch the potential victims come out and get
in their cars while you fantasize what you could do with them.
Anyway, sexual predation like any criminal undertaking must be carefully
planned. My brother and I are not into murder and that adds the burden of
avoiding the victims getting a glimpse of your kisser. (Let me say that if a
victim did get a good look at either of us, we would make them dead right away.)
Since the farmhouse has a full basement and we have plenty of time and money,
we've been able to create a space designed to allow us to enjoy our victims
without a possibility of being seen or heard. It's completely soundproof and we
have tested that. There's a large room in the basement where we placed two twin
beds end to end. We wanted to do something really unique as part of our
mother-daughter event. Between the beds we built a covered wooden box with one
hole on opposite sides for the victim's head. The holes are slightly off center.
This allows the heads to be right beside each other in the box but their bodies
point in opposite directions. Provision was made for ventilation. Microphones
hidden in the box record even whispered conversations. Picture Mother and
daughter ear to ear with their bodies on the twin beds pointed away from one
another. You got access to tits, pussy, and ass but the head is in the box. I
know you are thinking what about blowjobs. Well, that problem was solved by a
little out of the box thinking (Sorry, I just had to have my little joke.)
So mother and daughter are in there cheek to cheek and they can talk and cry and
beg and tell each other what horrible things are being done to them. It is just
the best you can imagine. It also allows you to fuck or torture only one but the
other one is keenly aware of what is being done to her partner. The box has air
holes and places where you can stick a hand inside.
I will also tell you we have all kinds of BDSM equipment. There are clamps,
spreaders, whips of all kinds, dildos, butt plugs. And oh yes, there are needles
of various sizes. You can have a lot of fun with needles. There are two video to
digital cameras with each one focused on a bed. Long after the victims have
returned to their families and the care of the good therapist, my brother and I
can insert a DVD into our home entertainment center and re-live those moments of
ecstasy. My brother will tell you the cameras are there in support of his
research. Of course, we record all the whispers, whimpers, screams, and groans
that the victims sound out.
Steve said he wanted me to describe our two victims at the end of this part.
The mother, her name is Christine, has a nice big set of titties that you could
just suck on all day. The nipples are big (She nursed all three children) and
the areola is a full two inches in diameter with a nice set of little buds
around the edge. They were the perfect set of knockers for our purposes. There
was a skinny little runway shaved above her cunt. It was kind of cute. It ended
right above her clitoris and she had a big one. It was the kind of clit you
could grab between your thumb and first finger and give a good yank. I don't
know what to say about her pussy. It was just a pussy. It got nice and wet when
you fingered it. Christine's asshole had some minor hemorrhoid scars. She said
that was from having kids. I removed the hairs from around it. It was tight. My
brother and I introduced the little lady to anal. Imagine, 35 years old and
never had a cock in her chocolate highway.
The daughter was named Joanne and I guess the best word to describe her is
"ripe". Well, "ripe" was the best word when we started; "defiled", "degraded",
"spoiled", and "ruined" are more accurate at this time. Joanne had a pretty set
of little pink nipples just like the erasers on a number two pencil. Her boobs
you could squeeze in the palm of your hand. They were nowhere near as big as her
mothers. She had a cute little navel ring. It was a little diamond and looked
very sweet until my brother ripped it out. He wanted to see how loud she would
yell. Her pussy was shaved clean, not a hair anywhere. I think she had what is
called a Brazilian bikini wax. She was a virgin and let me emphasize WAS. When I
stuck my finger in her at the beginning, there was that nice little membrane
right inside the entrance, more about that later. All in all, she was a pretty
young lady and I enjoyed torturing and raping her immensely.
