Djimon kidnapped the three women together -Taiana, and Taiana’s two adult daughters Claire and Katy. He took them to a hotel – he had booked the entire penthouse floor – stripped them naked, and locked each of them in a different bedroom. And then he told Taiana what was going to happen, and offered her a choice.
“I’m a friend of your son, David,” he told her. “And David thinks I’ve set up a very special birthday party for him. I’ve told him that three women in his life desperately want to fuck him, but only once, and they don’t want him to know that it was them.”
He continued. “So David will arrive here tonight, and I’ll put a blindfold on him. You and your daughters will be tied in fuckable positions – maybe one of you bent over at the waist with your legs spread, one spreadeagled on a bed, and one tied in a sex-swing. You will be gagged, and your holes will be lubricated. And your son, thinking you are girls from his school or somesuch, will rape each of you. He won’t use a condom – I’ve told him the girls are safe and protected.”
Taiana started to beg Djimon to let them go; he slapped her, and told her to shut up.
“I’m already showing you mercy,” he told her. “I’m giving you a choice.” He poured a glass of champagne, and then dropped a white pill into it. It fizzed. “I’d much rather see your daughters raped by their mother than by their brother. If you want, you can pick one of your daughters, and rape her. You won’t be allowed to tell her why you’re doing it, or that you’re being made to. You need to keep playing with her until you’ve orgasmed from her tongue, and she’s orgasmed any way that you can make her. Once you’re done, you need to drink that glass of champagne. The pill in it will neutralize your birth control; you’ll be fertile by evening. Then when David comes, he’ll fuck you, but I’ll tell him only one girl turned up, and your daughters will be spared.”
He laughed. “Or you can just do nothing, and he’ll fuck all three of you, and I’ll make one of your daughters drink the champagne before he does.”
She stared at the champagne for a long time, thinking about her choices. She couldn’t decide. Only, the longer she thought about it, the wetter her pussy got, until in the end it was her pussy doing the thinking.
“Please,” she finally said, her voice hoarse with shame, “can I propose a third option?”
He slapped her. “What part of ‘two choices’ didn’t you understand, slut?” he said.
“No,” she said. “Wait. I want to rape both my daughters – but tell them you’re making me, that it’s not my decision, that I have to. Then give us all the champagne, and let David rape all of us.”
He laughed long and hard at that. “Oh, you’re much more fun than I thought,” he said. “But if you want something from me, you have to beg.”
She lifted the champagne, and drained it in one gulp. Then she crawled across the floor to him, her nude tits hanging down beneath her and her ass waggling, and she unbuttoned his fly and took out his cock, and she opened her mouth to beg…
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