“I know, making you work on Thanksgiving is just unfair,” Cheryl smiled over her shoulder as she drove down the deserted street. Another thump and a muffled scream came from the trunk. “But I’ll tell you what, my little spring roll. I’m so thankful you were out running deliveries today. A little Chinese is exactly what I needed; so much better than all that traditional American stuff.”
Cheryl pulled into a driveway. Just as it had been this morning, there was no sign of anyone home at any of the neighboring houses. It was so convenient when people went on vacation for the holidays. Not the house she was at though. No, the occupants were very much at home, exactly where she’d left them before running down a few neighborhoods to pick up delivery.
Cheryl slung the bag of Chinese food over her shoulder and went around to the trunk, popping it open. The young Asian girl she’d grabbed in the driveway of an unoccupied house screamed through her gag at her, kicking her bound legs out as soon as the trunk was opened.
“Whoa there,” Cheryl smiled, nimbly stepping under the kick and grabbing the girl’s legs, holding them over her shoulder. “I can just as easily leave you out here in the trunk. You might be all hot in there right now, all bundled up in your thick coat and tight bondage, but how long do you think that’s gonna last, hmm? You Asians are supposed to be smart, so tell me, my little spring roll, what happens when the sun goes down, and you’re all wet and sweaty, trapped out here in the cold? Do you think you’ll be like the rest of this meal here, that I can just pop you in the microwave tomorrow and you’ll be just as good?”
The girl stared at her, her nostrils flaring above the yards of duct tape plastered around her lower face. She jerked her legs back, pulling them from her kidnapper’s grip, and pulled them back, ready to strike.
Cheryl easily dodged her kick, and with a shrug, she slammed the trunk closed when her plaything reared back to strike again.
“MMMMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!” the muffled wail from the trunk was loud enough for Cheryl to take a quick look around. Just as she’d planned, there was no one about to hear the kidnapped delivery girl, but that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t happen along later. Leaving the girl to freeze to death in the trunk wasn’t a realistic option, but she didn’t need to know that. Cheryl turned around and hopped backwards up onto the trunk, enjoying the feel of the panicked kicks under her. She set the bag down next to her and pulled out one of the little styrofoam cartons and a pair of chopsticks, and began eating her chicken chow mein. She had to admire the girl’s stamina, the adorable little thing screaming herself hoarse while she struggled and thrashed about in the cramped trunk. Cheryl reached one hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her jeans while she scooped noodles, chicken, and veggies into her mouth, gently rocking on the bouncing truck. Her feisty spring roll would be delicious, no doubt about that. Now the question was whether or not to enjoy her as an appetizer, or dessert.
Finished her meal, and only her meal, Cheryl hopped back off the trunk and popped it back open. The delivery driver was staring daggers up at her, but her little tantrum had clearly worn her out. “Are we ready to try that again?” Cheryl mused. “This is your last chance. Are you gonna behave and come inside with me?”
The girl didn’t move, neither to attempt to strike nor acquiesce to her kidnapper’s request.
“So be it,” Cheryl said, reaching for the trunk again.
“Nnnnnmmmph!” the girl wailed, shaking her head.
“See, I knew you Asians were smart, even if you can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes. Come on, up you get.” Cheryl grabbed the girl by her collar and roughly hauled her up out of the trunk and onto her feet, helping her balance on her taped legs. “Come on, hop to it.” Cheryl smacked her on the ass, giving her a little push towards the front door. The girl made the most delicious, surprised squeal into her gag and made her first involuntary hop forward. Her head whipped back and forth as she looked around for help, but there was none to be found. Cheryl smiled, smacking her ass again, forcing her to hop up the walkway to the front door. Cheryl opened the door for her, and then stuck out a leg, pushing the hobbled girl hard over it so she sprawled on her face on the carpet right inside the door. “Whoops.”
“Mmmphh!!!” the girl bleated, rolling over to look up at her tormentor.
Cheryl fished around in the bag, pulling out the rest of the roll of tape she’d used when she abducted the delivery girl. “You’re gonna stay put for me until I’m ready for you,” she said, kneeling on the girl’s back, pinning her down. “While I go see if our hosts have woken up.” The girl fought her, but Cheryl had bound much stronger women before, and the petite girl was soon efficiently hogtied on the rug. To make the girl’s struggles a little more challenging, Cheryl topped it off with one last strip of tape plastered over her eyes, blindfolding her. “You know what they say about eating Chinese,” she said, patting her captive’s tight butt. “You’ll be ready for seconds very soon,” she whispered in the squirming girl’s ear before getting up, and heading upstairs.
The telltale sounds of struggling and those delectable muffled gagged girl grunts greeted her as she climbed to the second floor. She peered into the first room. Nope, not that one, her unwilling host’s daughter still in a drugged slumber in the bed, nicely bound up for when she woke. Cheryl blew the unconscious coed a kiss before making her way to the master bedroom.
“Well good morning momma bear!”
The milf had fallen off the bed where Cheryl had left her and had made her way onto her knees, and the clever thing had gotten her purse off of her dresser and scattered the contents on the floor. Cheryl had already made sure to take away her phone; she couldn’t have her calling for help, but still, her resourcefulness was to be commended. Or punished. She hadn’t decided yet.
“Hnnnmmpphh Hmmllphhhh!!” the woman cried into the thick wad of her own panties, held in place with a tight band of her sheer pantyhose. More pantyhose bound her at the wrists, ankles and knees. Other than that, the curvy mother was completely naked.
“Oh, how rude of me. We haven’t officially met yet, even though I am very, very familiar with you already.” Cheryl knelt in front of her captive, grabbing a handful of each of her tits. She’d already explored every inch of her voluptuous body while she was unconscious, the drugged tea she’d slipped the mother and daughter last night having kept them very thoroughly under until the morning. “My name is Cheryl,” she grabbed the woman by her bulging cheeks and pulled her face in close, “And I don’t give a fuck what your name is.”
“Pmmmmphhh!!”
“I’m, I guess you could say I’m a friend of your daughter’s. You should be careful who you let her talk to online. There are a lot of terrible people on the internet.”
The woman’s terrified expression behind her tight gag changed, and she slammed her head forward, head butting her kidnapper. Cheryl reeled back, pressing her hands to her forehead. “Oh ho oh! You’re gonna be fun, momma bear.”
“Phhuphhh yuuffff!” she cried, lunging again, but Cheryl easily grabbed her in a headlock.
“Listen here. You’re gonna want to fight and struggle. Every instinct you have is gonna be to do everything in your power to tear my head off. Especially,” Cheryl tightened her grip, cutting off the woman’s air. “Especially when I start playing with your little girl. I just want you to know, that really turns me on.” Cheryl held onto her while she flailed in her grasp, flopping around like a fish on a hook, her naked body jiggling with every little movement, her gagged screams becoming increasingly more desperate as she fought for air. Finally, Cheryl released her, and the mother collapsed on the floor, panting through her nose. “So by all means, keep on struggling, momma bear.” Cheryl whipped off her belt, and deftly looped it around the woman’s neck. “Now let’s go wake up sleeping beauty, shall we? We don’t want her to sleep through Thanksgiving, now do we?”
She half lead, half dragged her captive out of the room. The woman made shuffling steps on her knees, struggling to keep up, partly eager to check on her daughter, but mostly to avoid getting choked by the belt around her neck.
“Rise and shine, princess!” Cheryl called in a singsong, knocking on the door as she stormed in, leading the girl’s mother behind her.
A muffled groan came from the girl on the bed. Unlike her mother, Cheryl hadn’t stripped her naked before tying her up, using a roll of sparkly rainbow colored duct tape to restrain the girl in her fleecy pajama pants and loose fitting tank top.
“Wakey wakey!” Cheryl let go of the improvised leash and jumped onto the bed, straddling her groggy captive. “It’s time to get up.”
The groggy twenty-year-old’s eyes opened slowly, still bleary from her heavily drugged slumber. Cheryl leaned in and licked her cheek over the band of tape wrapped around her mouth. The girl’s eyes widened, and she started screaming into her gag.
“There she is. There’s my princess.”
“MMMPPHH!” the girl cried, struggling under Cheryl as she discovered she was tied up.
“Oh, I guess you don’t recognize me. I don’t look a lot like the pictures I sent you. But in my defense, your dating profile was pretty hetero, so I had to make a few tweaks. My name’s not Derrick Peterson, I’m not a marine biologist,” she listed, savoring the look in the girl’s eyes as she discovered that she’d been cat fished for the past month by a pyscho lesbian. Cheryl leaned in close, putting her mouth to her ear. “But, let me assure you, princess, I’ve got dicks that are a LOT bigger than nine inches.”
The girl wailed, shaking her head. Cheryl glanced over as the girl’s mother managed to climb to her feet, braced against the doorframe for balance. She was a determined one, that was for sure. Cheryl had hit the jackpot when she discovered the tasty little thing she’d been stalking had such firecracker for a mom.
“The smarter move would be to turn and run, momma bear,” she cooed, looking back at the woman’s daughter under her. “The stairs might be a little tricky, but if you make it downstairs you just might be able to get help. But you’d much rather jump into bed and join us, wouldn’t you.” For emphasis, Cheryl stuck a hand down the front of the daughter’s pants, grabbing her pussy through her panties.
Sure enough, with a muffled scream of rage, the mother took a hopping charge and dove at her head-first. Bound as she was, there wasn’t much she could accomplish, but that was the beautiful thing about mothers; their instincts to protect their young made them so stupid.
Cheryl rolled to the side, redirecting the woman’s momentum so she landed on top of her own daughter, her naked body pressed down on top of her child’s. “See, I told you,” Cheryl said, climbing back on top of her, smacking her big butt as she rode the struggling woman. “Isn’t this much more fun! Some nice, mother-daughter bonding time. And some nice mother-daughter bondage time.” She chuckled at her own joke, spanking the jiggling target before her. “But I think princess and I are overdressed for the occasion.”
A muffled chorus of complaints greeted her as she stood up, lifting her shirt over her head. It was music to her ears. Cheryl tossed her shirt over her shoulder, and started unbuttoning her jeans. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, her panties already in princess’ mouth, and Cheryl rarely saw the point in wearing a bra. She kicked off her boots and socks as she peeled her jeans off, and stood above her two playthings, fully nude. “Your turn, princess.”
Mamma bear switched from trying to get off her daughter to trying to use her naked body as a very appealing human shield.
“Oh, would you rather do the honors?” Cheryl asked, running her fingers along the woman’s backside, nimbly dancing her hand out of the way as the bound woman attempted to swat away her offending touch. “You can undress your daughter for me,” Cheryl offered. “I’ll untie your hands and everything. But know that if you try anything, I’ll just tie you back up, much, much tighter than before, and you’ll have to watch while I cut your baby girl’s clothes off with a switchblade.” She paused, savoring their terrified expressions. “Or, you can let me take her cloths off. I’m more than happy to do it. You won’t even have to help.” Cheryl scanned the room, spotting a trashcan. She grabbed the bag, dumping the contents out and holding up the empty plastic bag. “You can wear this over your head. You just have to hope that we don’t get too distracted and forget about you.” Cheryl mimed gasping for air, and then shrugged. “What’ll it be, momma bear?”
“Mmmphh Nnnnfff!” the woman bleated.
“You’re gonna have to speak up. You’re chewing on a lot of panties. Do you want to get your daughter naked for me, or do you want to sit quietly in the corner while I have my fun?”
“Augglll nnnmph iipphhh!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Cheryl shoved her face back down next to her daughter’s and went to work picking the knots in the pantyhose around the woman’s wrists. “Alright, she’s all yours.” Cheryl flopped onto the beanbag chair in the corner, spreading her legs, rubbing her slit as she watched hungrily.
Momma bear brought her arms in front of her and awkwardly got up, standing next to the bed, her knees and ankles still securely bound. She whimpered apologetically to her daughter, and reached down, gently trying to help her sit up.
The kidnapper slowly ran her finger over her clit. She was sopping wet, and pretty much had been since she broke in last night and laced her targets’ tea. The mother and daughter had planned on enjoying a quiet Thanksgiving together, just the two of them. Cheryl had other plans for the sexy pair. It would be quiet, or as quiet as their gags kept them, but it certainly wouldn’t be just the two of them. And Cheryl still had Chinese waiting for them downstairs.
“Ah ah ah, momma bear,” Cheryl chided as the mother reached for the tape around her daughter’s wrists.
“Hwwmmph ammmm augphhh uffophtttta unngrffff errrr?” she moaned.
“Use that momma bear strength. They say when their kids are in danger, moms have been known to lift cars. You’re telling me you can’t rip her flimsy PJs off her?”
Unable to stand watching their captive casually masturbate to what she had to do, the milf turned back to her daughter, and grabbed the hem of her shirt. With a grunt, she started to pull.
Cheryl licked her lips, catching glimpses of the younger girl’s toned stomach appear as her mother wrestled with her top. The girl had sent her more than a few candid photos while Cheryl pretended to be a guy on the internet, but this was different. This flesh wasn’t volunteered by a naive, horny young girl. No, these glimpses were taken from her, in the absolute perversion of the tender, nurturing mother daughter relationship. Cheryl plunged her fingers into her cunt, biting her lip as the sound of tearing fabric filled the room, drowning out the gagged moans. Once the rip started, the shirt didn’t last long, the mother ripping the shirt up to the collar. The woman did her best to keep the tattered garment over her daughter’s breasts, but Cheryl could wait, savoring each glimpse of youthful aureola atop the girl’s perky boobs. With one last frustrated yank, the distraught mother tore through the stubborn collar, the ruined garment dangling loosely off her shoulders, baring all.
“There’s my princess,” Cheryl moaned, fingering herself faster. “Let’s get those pants off!” The mother whined and didn’t move, prompting Cheryl to sit up suddenly, slapping her thigh, the crack echoing throughout the house. “Did I stutter?”
“Mmm nnnnff!” the woman wailed, quickly grabbing her daughter’s pants and yanking them down until they caught on the tape around her thighs, leaving her Hello Kitty panties on display.
“Aw, how cute,” Cheryl cooed, standing up, licking her fingers. “That’s certainly not the slutty, fancy lingerie you sent me pictures of.” Done with her, Cheryl shoved the milf down onto the mattress, focusing her attention back on the daughter. “You really are just a little girl, aren’t you, princess?” Cheryl had called her princess while cat fishing her, a pet name the girl quite enjoyed, though now she cringed every time Cheryl uttered it. “It doesn’t matter. Either way, you can’t have them anymore.” Cheryl grabbed the pink panties and pulled. The girl tottered and stumbled forwards into Cheryl as she was given a brutal front wedgie. Cheryl kept pulling, lifting the girl onto her toes until finally the cotton gave way, ripping at the hips. The girl collapsed back to her heels, whimpering into her gag, her ruined underwear hanging limply from one thigh. “Delicious,” Cheryl moaned, rubbing her perfect pink, pussy. “Oh, shit, I brought Chinese!” she said, suddenly remembering her other treat waiting for her downstairs. Cheryl grabbed her princess and hefted her over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll come back to the bedroom later. Come on, momma bear, we’re going downstairs.”
The delivery girl had wiggled her way off the carpet, but hadn’t managed to get much further than that, blindly squirming along the edge of the wall of the foyer. “Going somewhere, my little spring roll?” Cheryl asked, nudging the helpless girl with her foot. The daughter over her shoulder squirmed and moaned, seemingly confused about the additional helpless girl in her house. Cheryl looked up to the balcony where the milf was hopping her way to the top of the stairs, and had stopped to look down, also confused about the delivery driver. “She came with our meal,” Cheryl explained, squeezing the daughter’s butt. “We’ll get her unwrapped to play later.” Snagging the rest of the Chinese food, Cheryl took both lunch and her princess into the kitchen. She deposited the girl onto the stovetop and the food on the counter and immediately began rooting around in the drawers.
“Ah, here we are.” She held up a pair of scissors. “Hold still princess. I don’t want to cut you. Yet.”
The girl was trembling as she fought to keep still while her captor cut through the remains of her pajamas. Her mother managed the last labored hop into the kitchen just as the last stitch of her daughter’s clothing landed unceremoniously on the floor.
“Awww, don’t you worry, princess,” Cheryl said, throwing an arm around the girl and turning to look with her at her mother, the older woman struggling for breath, her face red above her gag, her brow covered in a sheen of sweat, and she was alternating between grabbing at the walls for balance and trying to hold her bouncing tits. “You’re still young, you’ll get your mom’s great big mommy milkers one day,” she said, grabbing a handful of the younger girl’s much smaller tits and squeezing until she cried into her gag. “One day princess. I know some guys who would just love to put a baby in you. But not today. Today you and your hot mom are all mine. You two and that tasty Asian treat by the door. Speaking of, momma bear, why don’t you go grab her?”
The woman stared at the intruder, switching her hands that were keeping her balance and holding her aching breasts.
Cheryl’s hand darted into the bag, pulling out a pair of chopsticks. She held them up and clicked them together. “Chop chop!”
The milf swiveled around and started the laborious act of hopping back into the foyer. “You can untie her, but if she runs, your daughter here pays the price,” Cheryl called after her. She circled the helpless daughter’s boobs with the chopsticks, pinching her nipple between the tips. “I’m just kidding, princess. I’m punishing you regardless.”
The girl squealed, trying to lean away from her sadistic kidnapper. Cheryl chuckled, skillfully finding the moving targets with her chopsticks over and over until the owner of the house returned, half pushing, half leaning on the delivery girl for support. The milf had left the Chinese girl gagged and her hands taped behind her, but she’d freed her legs and removed her blindfold.
“Come join us!” Cheryl jumped up onto the counter next to the daughter and patted her lap. “Come on, I won’t bite.”
The delivery girl eyed her warily, but the mother started hopping again, pushing the delivery girl in front of her. Cheryl smiled, snapping the chopsticks in half, making all three of her playthings wince. She reached in the drawer next to her and pulled out a handful of rubber bands. She grabbed the delivery girl once she’d been ushered close enough and dragged her closer. “We’re gonna play a little game,” she said, slowly unwinding the tape around the girl’s mouth. “You, my little spring roll, and momma bear are going to engage in a little competition.” She pulled the last of the tape off of the girl’s lips and plucked the handkerchief from between her lips.
“You twisted bitch, if you think—”
Cheryl grabbed her tongue, pinching it between her pointed nails. “Oh, spring roll, you don’t get it yet. I am a twisted bitch, and you belong to me now.” Still holding her tongue, she grabbed two broken pieces of chopstick and two rubber bands. She placed a stick above and below the terrified girl’s tongue. “You can fight; just ask momma bear there. I love it. I get off on it. But you will do what I want.” She worked a rubber band onto both sides of the chopsticks, sandwiching the girl’s tongue between the wooden dowels and leaving it trapped outside her mouth. “Because if you don’t, well, just remember that I’m a twisted bitch.” She reached over next to her and turned the burner of the stove on.
The mother freaked out first, lunging for the knobs, but Cheryl grabbed the scissors and brandished them in her face. “Don’t do that, momma bear. You’re no good to your baby girl if I stab your eyes out.” The daughter started squealing, and whether it was because started feeling the heat on her ass or because of the threat to her mother, Cheryl didn’t know, but she didn’t care.
“Ppmmmeephhh!!!” the mother pleaded, throwing her hands up in surrender.
Cheryl smiled, reaching over and slowly turning the knob, turning the stove off. “Now that we know the stakes, let me explain the game.” She held up the other two broken chopsticks. The milf nodded submissively, leaning her head forward, knowing what was coming. “You’ll be playing for your daughter, momma bear,” she said as she pulled the pantyhose out of her mouth, followed by a pile of drool soaked panties, and she repeated the chopstick tongue trap. “And you,” she eyed the delivery girl. She then looked around the kitchen, her eyes landing on the waffle iron across the counter. Her smile widened. “You, my little spring roll, you’ll be playing for those little bee stings you call tits.”
“Mmmphhh!”
“I’m sorry, am I wrong?” Cheryl jumped off the counter and grabbed the girl, brandishing the scissors again.
“Dnnmmphh!” she cried, helpless to stop her kidnapper from plunging the scissors down the top of her coat and shirt.
“I’ve been wrong before. I had the pleasure of playing with a very busty Asian girl not too long ago. I mean, they were fake, but that didn’t stop me from having a good time with them.” She cut through the girl’s clothes, pulling everything back. “Well, I wasn’t wrong,” she said with feigned disappointment. “But there’s just enough sweater meat to squeeze between a waffle iron.”
The girl shrieked and jerked backwards. “You don’t have to find out, spring roll. As long as you’re better with your tongue than momma bear here.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the bewildered mother. “But since it’s your flesh on the line, I’ll let you go second. Maybe you can pick up a few tricks from a seasoned woman.” Cheryl shoved her down onto the floor and then hopped back up on the counter. “Now come here, momma bear. Plunge that tongue in my clunge and lick my gunge!”
The helpless milf wailed as she was grabbed by her hair and dragged between her captive’s legs. Cheryl held her there, pressing her face tongue-first into her snatch. “Come on momma bear, lap up that honey!” Cheryl wrapped her arm around the daughter and threw one of her legs over her lap as she spread her legs wider. “What do you think, princess? Has your mom munched box before?” Cheryl held her tighter, groping the girl’s tits while she dragged her mother’s tongue up and down her cunt. “Did she show you this when she taught you about the birds and the bees?” Cheryl asked, her breath coming in faster. There was no particular skill or effort put in by her captive’s tongue, and the broken edges of the chopsticks were rubbing painfully along her inner thigh, but that was all part of it. She was feeding off their combined shame and fear, a delicious cocktail that marinated in her loins and finally gushed forth from her cunt onto her captive’s face. With a carnal scream Cheryl let go of the milf’s hair, her broken plaything slumping on her heels, staring up from between Cheryl’s spread legs, her face wet with tears and swib, dripping from her swollen tongue.
“That was pretty good, momma bear,” Cheryl conceded. “Now it’s your…” she trailed off, looking around the kitchen. The stupid Asian had had the audacity to run! “Oh, spring roll!” she called, jumping to her feet on still rubbery legs. “Now you’re in for it.” She paused, scanning the counter, and then she grabbed a wooden spoon.
The delivery girl hadn’t gotten far, only crawling carefully across the floor into the living room while Cheryl was distracted. Only when she heard Cheryl notice her absence did the girl scramble to her feet and begin sprinting towards the door. Cheryl was after her in an instant, a powerful predator in motion as she chased down her prey. It was a sad repeat of initial capture, when Cheryl had ambushed her while she was delivering the food to an empty house, only this time she was already half bound. She was defeated before Cheryl even caught her, the larger woman easily grabbing her and dragging her away from the door, her chance at freedom. Cheryl hauled the struggling girl back to the kitchen and threw her down on the table, ass up, in front of the terrified family.
“You’re gonna have to pardon my terrible pun,” Cheryl said as she savagely yanked the delivery girl’s pants and underwear down to her thighs, revealing her shapely rear. “But it’s Spanksgiving.”
Cheryl brought the spoon down on the girl’s ass with a crack. The Chinese girl screamed, the improvised gag doing nothing to quiet her. Cheryl didn’t care; she knew the neighbors on either side weren’t home, no one would hear the girl’s screams. God, she loved punishing them when they acted out.
“You know what I’m thankful for?” she asked, not slowing down her assault. She locked eyes with the mother and daughter cowering on the other side of the kitchen, making sure they were looking at the rapidly reddening cheeks before them. “I’m thankful princess was kind enough to tell me where she lived, and send me all those inviting messages to come over and play with her.” She kept spanking, the wooden spoon a blur above the tender target. The delivery girl’s ass and thighs were already beginning to show purple welts. “I’m thankful momma bear is a total mother I will absolutely fuck, with a great big pair of jugs I intend to have a lot of fun with.” Her arm hurt from swinging so hard and fast, the wooden instrument whistling through the air between blows, mixing with the pained screams of her victim. “I’m thankful I made the call to order Chinese instead of baking this year.” She finally stopped, dropping the spoon from her trembling hand. She could feel the heat coming off the girl’s abused flesh before she even touched her, her fingers running along the ridged welts. “Although, now that I’m thinking about it, you would look great hogtied on a platter, with an apple stuffed in that feisty mouth of yours, and a carrot sticking out of that naughty ass!” she slapped her bare hand down on her ass, driving the loudest scream yet from her lungs. “Who knows,” Cheryl said, looking back at the mother and daughter. “We’ve got all weekend.”