Angela and Mother – Elizabeth’s Story_, Part 2 · Part 1

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With the thought that nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see these two young thieves and rapists dead running through my head, it was all I could do to restrain myself as I listened to John and Mike's smug ranting. Yet a part of me, may God forgive me, wished I had been there to witness my daughter's debasement in the very same skid row bar where I had been gang fucked. I could vividly see her 34x21x33 body and angelic good looks surrounded by a halo of reddish blond hair as she wasÊbeing used repeatedly by almost two dozen wino's and black gang members. Heaven help me as I sat like a stone idol benignly smiling while listening to their story. I had an orgasm visualizing my daughter's gang fuck.

Since the day my daughter vanished I knew somehow that they had something to do with it, so I hired a private investigator telling him to turn the city upside down thinking/hoping she might be with them. A week of searching, of looking in every nook and cranny and hell hole in this town but finally they were dragged before me. It was then that I learned everything except where my little girl was. I learned that before her disappearance they had not only been fucking but also calling her daily, taunting her with vivid descriptions of debauchery and degradation and teasing her with the prospect that she would be used not only by the same skid row winos that had fucked her mother but by a gang of black street punks as well.

Teasing, yet vivid descriptions along with pictures of me in a skid row bar simultaneously being taken by smelly bums and drunks before finally fucking myself with a whisky bottle while sucking a negro's almost foot long cock had the effect on Angela they hoped for. They took delight in telling me of her arousal as they showed her my pictures while vividly describing my surrender to drunks and bums.

As they told Angela the story of my gang fuck they would tell her to imagine that instead of her mother it was her that was being used and that instead of pictures of her mother she was viewing they were pictures of her. They did this while visiting her, but after leaving they often had her call and while talking to her they would have her finger herself as they taunted her that instead of her mother it was her that was being used again and again, and as I listened to their words I could only imagine the effect they had on my daughter.

"Are you fingering yourself Angela? Ahhhh that feels good doesn't it? That's it. That's our girl. Work that pussy. Now picture yourself dressed in a skimpy micro mini and a frilly see through blouse sitting in a dark skid row bar sipping beer surrounded by men. Can you see yourself girl? Now imagine that as your fingers close around the bottle and you bring it to your full red lips you discover instead a hard pulsing cock and as your lips purse against the crown a tingling sensation flutters through your lithe body in eager anticipation of what is to come.

Your long beautiful legs which have been crossed slowly part as you turn to look into the dark interior of the filthy bar. You stare into the shadows hoping, seeking the very same men who so thoroughly used your mother, a silent prayer of longing and hunger comes to your trembling lips that they will use your young tender body to satisfy themselves just as they did when they took your mother.

You place your feet to the rungs of the stool causing your short pleated skirt to raise as your legs part in clear invitation. From the inky shadows beyond the brightly lit bar barely heard whispered voices mixed with heavy breathing comes to you, you can't see anyone but you know they're there. The air with it's strange unfamiliar smells is heavy, unmoving, making it hard to breath and your breath comes in gasps causing your breasts to heave from the effort. Your nipples unhampered by a bra tingle and stiffen as your thin translucent silk blouse rubs against them with each effort to breathe. With parted legs you sit staring into the dark shadows waiting for the untold number of men that you know are there to make themselves known but nothing happens. Was it your imagination, your wishful thinking that they were there?

Your hand falls to your lap slipping beneath the hem of your pleated micro mini. As your fingers dance lightly against your moist pussy lips the thought that maybe they are undecided comes to you and you shiver with excitement and wanton lust at their child like hesitation. A soft beckoning moan escapes your full red lips as your fingers flutter feather like through the soft reddish blond hair surrounding your cunt before two of them slip between your pussy lips and then suddenly from the deep shadows the figures of the men you knew all along were there begin to take form. Your vision blurs as more and more men appear until to your lust clouded sight the bar seems filled to over flowing.

The air is heavy with expectation and excitement as the crowd of dirty vagrants accept the offering of your tender young body to use how ever they wish for their own selfish depraved gratification.

Just as the first man steps within arms length you notice that mixed in with the smelly unshaven winos there are also several black youths. The musky odor of the multitude of unwashed bodies makes your nostrils flare as they crowd around you and then one of them steps between your parted legs placing his dirty hands on your thighs sending a shiver racing up your spine, visibly shaking you with excitement. Your eyes are drawn to his weathered beard stubble face. Noticing the smirk upon his thin lips as his hands slide up your inner thighs and then you feel his fingers probing your moistened pussy lips. You feel the buttons of your blouse part, exposing your heaving breasts to the greedy eyes of the untold number of strange men and boys.

Hands reach out to cup and squeeze your heaving breasts as you continue to look into the man's face whose fingers have now entered your pussy and then without warning mouths close over your lust hardened nipples, nibbling, sucking them till you feel as if they would burst and you scream in both rapture and pain. At the same time the fingers withdraw from between your quivering pussy only to be presented to your full red lips which willingly part to take them into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. The excited voices of the men sound like the buzzing of a thousand bees to your ears and suddenly another feeling emerges.

Fear, fear that no matter what you do, that no matter how often or in what way you willingly let them use you that you won't satisfy these forgotten members of society as your mother did. But then a smile crosses your lips as one of your small hands reach up to hold, caresses the dirty hand of the man whose fingers fresh from your cunt you still lovingly suck while the other falls to his crotch helping him remove the cock he has tried to free for the past several minutes. An inner calm spreads through you as from the corners of your eyes you see others exposing themselves in eager anticipation of what's to come and with a certainty born of a million women who have gone before you, you know that these men, these scruffy dregs of society as well as the black youths among them will be pleased and satisfied with your body."

It was at that point, or so I was told, that they would hang up but then minutes or hours later they would call back either to repeat the scenario they had described or to carry the torrid scenario even further without considering the possible dark sinister conclusion. As the investigator questioned them and I sat stone faced listening to their bragging babble we learned that this had been repeated daily for almost two weeks both on the phone and during the afternoons that they spent with her when she was supposed to be either shopping or at the beautician.

And then the day she disappeared they took her to a small exclusive shop called "Bedford Fair" a place very much like Victoria's Secret, and it was there that she was made to purchase and wear the very same hip hugger leather pleated micro mini they had so often teased her she would be wearing when she was gang fucked. Instructing her to pay the clerk extra money to destroy her old clothes including her under garments they then went to the Raspberry Club to show her off.

They told us how when she entered the club dressed in her pleated micro mini and translucent blouse with stockings and 4 inch heels the looks of lust she received from the men almost made John and Mike laugh, but that the funniest looks came from the women. Half of which looked as if they, like the men wanted to get her in bed while the other half looked as if they could kill her. Throughout dinner they had teased her with much of the same kind of talk and they could plainly see that in spite of their surroundings she was becoming flustered.

Mike was almost bragging as he told how he had placed his hand to her thigh hiking her pleated skirt almost to her waist so that anyone wishing to look could see that beneath the skimpy skirt she had only a garter belt. After making her pay the bill as well as leave a large tip for their dinner they led her to their car telling her it was time and then drove toward skid row and the bar where I had two weeks earlier been gang fucked by it's patrons.

We learned from the smirking pair that as Mike drove John made out with her, kissing her lips, neck and ears as he felt of her breasts and thighs. This was getting her so excited and aroused that even if she had thought of protesting by the time they reached their destination and Mike pulled to the curb it was too late. As they started to exit and she noticed for the first time the awful condition of the neighborhood and that she was actually where they had so often told her they would take her she began to protest, but with both of them sandwiching her between them kissing and feeling of her and again vividly describing the scenario she was about to take part in they promised her that they wouldn't let things go beyond what she really wanted while telling her that if her mother could satisfy a dozen or so skid row wino's then she could too.

With words of her being younger as well as prettier than me they both kissed her neck and ears while whispering that she would have them eating her snatch in order to fuck her. With whispered words reminding her of the scenario they had so vividly described over the past few weeks and at the restaurant they guided her to the entrance of the bar telling her to enter first.

She was told to tell the bartender that she was Elizabeth's daughter and though she was sorry her mother couldn't be here she hoped that the patrons of his establishment would treat her in much the same fashion as they had her mother. It was at this part of their story that my heart burst with pride for my daughter because they told us that despite what they had done to her mentally and physically she hung back crying and begging them to take her home, pleading with them that she couldn't and wouldn't go through with their sick plan, but instead of letting her go they threatened her saying that if she didn't enter the bar they would strip her naked and drive away, leaving her to the whim of anybody and everybody that found her.

Suffice it to say that it was at this moment in their story that I swore to avenge my daughter, I would see to it that they paid dearly and if it meant going to prison for what I planned to have done to them then so be it. But now I'll continue with my narration because however I try to describe what happened that afternoon, it would not be the same as hearing it from the two that perpetrated the event. So instead I'll let you read the transcript of the recording as Mike and John in their own words boastfully told my investigator and I what my daughter went through!

After threatening her with being stripped naked and leaving her to fend for herself we pushed her through the door and then as we waited for the bartender we smoked a couple of joints. Maybe a half hour went by when with a shit eating grin the bartender opened the door ushering us inside as with excited glee and a slap on our backs he locked the door behind us. To our surprise but pleasure he shoved a large sum of money in our hands saying that Angela was even prettier than her picture and that every cent he had given us earlier as well as what he was giving us now was money well spent.

Looking into the dim interior I couldn't help but compare the feeling permeating the bar to the vivid fantasy we had told Angela over the phone or while we were taking turns fucking her during the afternoons when she was supposed to be shopping or somewhere else. As we looked toward the bar and Angela, she turned to face the dark interior letting her hand fall to her lap before raising her feet to the rungs of the stool and letting her long shapely legs slowly part.

Unbelievably what happened next was very much as we had often told her she would do, in semi-disbelief we watched her hand slip beneath the hem of her skimpy pleated skirt and then lightly glide up her inner thigh before rubbing over her pussy. Watching her lightly caress her snatch while a come hither smile lit her face as she gazed into the darkness beyond the brightly lit bar I noticed something different.

Her blouse had been undone, gathered and then tied just beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed making her look even sexier and even more like a cheap slut willing and eager to take on a barroom full of strange men. Drawing our attention from what was taking place at the bar the bartender pointed to a couple of video cameras just outside of Angela's vision and the bright glare of the bar.

Excitedly he whispered that his cousin was in the porno business so not only the video but the sound as well would be of high quality. Grinning broadly he told us he'd put a large dose of aphrodisiac in her beer cause even though we'd told him she was hot to trot and she had even told him upon entering the bar that she wanted to experience the same thing as her mother had he hadn't wanted to leave anything to chance and that from the way she was acting it was already starting to work.

When we started to protest he said why the fuck should we care that she was being video taped or that he slipped her something to make sure she cooperated. We were being paid handsomely for her services, besides in a couple more minutes she wouldn't give a damn about cameras or anything else. Stifling a giggle he told us the fucking cunt would be so horny she'd probably take on everybody twice an for us to shut up and watch cause he expected a hell of a show from her with the 15 or so men he'd gotten after we'd called saying we were on the way. "That's why the bar is so well lit. and where the extra money came from I just gave you, besides guys in another minute or two that cunt's going to be climbing the walls if she doesn't get a cock in her and when the real action starts the cameras will get right in the center of things making sure they get everything."

As we talked in hushed whispers about 20 unshaven filthy vagrants along with about a half dozen black youths emerged from the shadows, and all eyes including ours were watching her as her fingers glided through the sparse wispy curls of reddish hair surrounding her cunt lightly teasing her pussy lips. The huge black that had fucked you in the ass strode forward until he was between your daughters parted legs and then placing his dark hands on her thighs he ran his hand up her thighs pushing her skimpy skirt about her waist clearly exposing her glistening cunt to the greedy stares of the horny onlookers as well as the video cameras that were now in plain view.

Other hands were groping her breasts and trying to untie her blouse as the negro who'd so thoroughly fucked you and had you begging for his cock looked into her eyes and I saw his lips move as he said something but I was too far away to hear. I couldn't believe it, the scene playing out before me was almost exactly as John and I had so teasingly described to your daughter over the past few weeks. Hands pulled her frilly blouse apart exposing her heaving pert breasts to their greedy eyes, and then mouths closed over her lust aroused nipples sucking and nibbling on them as the huge black grinning like a Cheshire cat pushed two fingers into her cunt.

Working my way closer without getting into the picture I was maybe fifteen or twenty feet away when she suddenly threw her head back giving a whimpering plea for the huge negro fingering her snatch to fuck her. From my vantage point I could see and hear every thing and when in answer to her plea to be fucked he instead continued to finger her snatch I was dumb founded. I would have thrown your daughter to the floor and fucked her brains out, but that big nigger had something else planned because as he crammed a third finger into her cunt he lowered his beard stubble face to hers mashing his thick lips to hers kissing her deeply.

Breaking the kiss after a few minutes but still slowly working his three fingers between her pussy lips he told her that he and a dozen others had fucked her mother and that now it was her turn to satisfy them. "After all, like mother, like daughter." And then he withdrew his glistening fingers from her sopping pussy, placing them to her slack red lips.

I damn near shot my wad when her tongue flicked out to lick over each of his fingers before sucking all three into her mouth. Her small white hands gripped his dark wrist holding his hand before her face as she licked and sucked while moaning softly and her ass moved in tight nervous circles atop the bar stool as she ground her pussy against his leg like you see a horny dog do. Pulling his fingers from her mouth with a shit eating grin plastered on his face he told her to get on her knees and when she obediently slid from the bar stool he didn't even have to tell her to reach up to unzip his pants and free his cock.

As she worked feverishly at his pants he told her she was just like her mother, a cock hungry piece of white trash. I couldn't believe what was happening, I mean holy shit, we had thought she'd gotten worked up when we'd vividly described the gang fuck fantasy, but this, this was far more perverted than anything we could have envisioned. She was responding to these filthy drunks from the start, and I don't think it was solely because of the aphrodisiac the bartender slipped her. With meowing purrs o

Angela and Mother – Elizabeth’s Story_, Part 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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