Ashley finally heard her father scream out his release with an almost inhuman scream. Somehow Tracie came too, the constant barrage of Gurrero's finger rubbing her clit eventually sending her into the same oblivion. Father and daughter came violently, their bodies writhing like two dying men as male sperm and female juices poured out and mingled. Darrell looked his youngest daughter in the eyes as she collapsed into his lap, feeling her father's hot, dripping seed coating every inch of her insides.

"Look at this mess! Stupid bitch!" Gurrero pulled Tracie off Darrell's lap. Darrel's crotch was flooded with oozing sexual fluids that smelled in the air. Ashley's lips, smeared with the cum from Tracie's ass, pushed forward as she lapped up the mixture of Darrell's cock and her sister's pussy juices.

"That's a good slut. Nice! She's still learning. I didn't even have to tell her this time, " Joquan said. He caressed the pretty brunette's flanks as he continued to fuck her hard. Bei jedem Sto in ihre weiche, feuchte Scheide klatschten seine Hoden gegen ihre Schenkel. Finally he too had almost reached the limits of his bondage. He grabbed her neck with one hand, wrapped the other hand around her shapely pussy and squeezed her clitoris gently but firmly between his fingers.

The perfectly timed thrust sent Ashley over the edge, her young pussy gushing over her captor's ramming penis. With a muffled squeak as she slurped at the remnants of the liquid coating her father's cock, Ashley jerked and pushed her hips back. The pleasure coursed through her like a drug and she felt her nipples become even harder than before.

Just as she was about to sigh in exhaustion, Joquan growled his own release, a primal sound that echoed through the living room.

"Here it comes, slut. One more chance to get your sweet ass pregnant. Not that you'll live long enough to worry about it." Ashley moaned as she felt his hot seed shoot deep into her womb, filling her already cum soaked slit.

"Please, oh God, please stop. You fucked all of us. Daddy let us fuck too. Please, oh please!! Let's just go!" Ashley begged as she felt the man's penis twitch in her heat, releasing spurt after spurt of his hot cum. Finally he pulled out, turned Ashley onto her back and watched in satisfaction as his cum glistened between her tender pussy lips.

"Mmm. Look at that. Just beautiful. Where were we?"

Tracie knelt on the floor next to Darrell's chair, her father's flaccid penis dangling lifelessly forward like a victim with a slit throat.

“Gun, please.” Joquan took the gun from Diego's hand. He knelt down and pressed the barrel of the gun between Ashley's swollen pussy lips. The girl's eyes widened in shock.

"Please don't!"

Joquan looked at Darrell's pained, dejected face. His eyes showed desperation. They had entered a completely different world where even the memory of hope had long since disappeared.

"You know, I was just going to kill you and your two hot young sluts once my men and I had our fun."

"Please don't kill us! Please, we will be your sex slaves. I will fuck you whenever you want, as much as you want, " Ashley pleaded.

Joquan looked down at the girl, his eyes filled with amusement. "Hmm. Tempting offer. Your horny little cunt just squirted nicely on my cock." He looked meaningfully at his dangling penis, still glistening with her juices. "But no. I don't think so. On the contrary, I feel almost generous.”

The handsome gang leader pulled the gun from Ashley's pussy, stood up and waved to Diego and Gurrero. Then he bent down in front of Darrell and looked deeply into his tormented eyes.

"You know what, Darrell? I think you've learned your lesson. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes! Yes, I did!" Darrell croaked. "Please, do whatever you want with me. Just spare my girls."

Joquan shook his head. "The whining and whining is getting boring, my friend. No, you don't understand. I'm paying your debt to me. You can live. Of course, if your family reveals a single word of what happened here today to anyone, and I mean ANYONE...

"No. We won't, " Darrell said, his voice desperate.

Joquan grinned as he tucked the gun into his waistband. "Good. Because if you repaid my generosity by acting like a worthless snitch, then we'd have a second round, and it would be much, much harder. Do you know what I mean, Darrell?"

"Yes I understand!" Oh God, Darrell thought, would they survive this?

"Good. Then it's decided." Joquan whispered something to Diego and Gurrero. Both men grinned at what Joquan had said. The two men left and returned later with two long, ribbed pink vibrators. They tied Ashley's wrists to one sofa leg and Tracie's wrists to another sofa leg. They then tied the girls' ankles with ropes wide apart to the foot of Darrell's chair and other nearby furniture. To top it all off, they wrapped several layers of electrical tape around Darrell's chair legs to keep him from moving.

The three men stood back and admired her work. Two slim, beautiful naked teenagers were sprawled out on the floor, their naked father still tied helplessly to the wide chair.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you were letting us go!" Darrell croaked.

But Joquan ignored him. He turned to his men. “Okay, fill those pussies.” A few seconds later, Diego pushed the long, pink vibrator between Ashley's pussy lips. She moaned as she felt the shaft filling her sticky insides. Meanwhile, Gurrero pushed the other huge pink penis between Tracie's thighs, admiring how her pussy lips stuck to the sides as he pushed it into her cum-soaked pussy.

"All right. Now turn it on." Both men turned the vibrator to the highest setting and then attached a thin strap connecting the vibrator to each girl's clitoris. Like a more flexible, softer version of a clamp, they clung to each girl's bundle of nerves. The movements of the vibrator not only triggered sensations on the walls of each girl's sexual organs, but also transmitted these jerky movements to the tiny, soft clamp that gently nestled against each girl's clitoris.

The effect was immediate. Tracie and Ashley began to moan and squirm with the few movements they could manage as the vibrators bombarded their teenage pussies and clits with intoxicating sensations.

Joquan turned to Darrell, a broad smile lighting up his face.

"I decided to leave your girls a little parting gift. I hope you don't mind, Darrell. You can watch your sexy little sluts squirm and cum again and again.” Joquan turned around, surprise written all over his face as Tracie already came, her face twitching as the nectar flowed from her pussy onto the wooden floor.

“You might have to have the floor completely redone when this is all over, ” Joquan laughed. He looked at the clock on the wall and thought. “My estimate is that it will take us maybe four hours to get back to our unofficial headquarters where we are holding your hot wife. We let her go, she goes back to untie you and your young sluts. That gives you, hmm, about eight hours to enjoy the sight and smell of your two sexy girls screaming one orgasm after another. Hmmm. I’m almost jealous.”

He turned to leave, Ashley whining after him.

"Please don't go! Don't leave us like this! OOoohh... oh god... AaaahhH!!!” The lithe brunette's young pussy couldn't hold out any longer and she moaned as her soft sex clenched uncontrollably around the huge ibrator, milking it like a man's cock as her juices squirted onto the floor.

Joquan picked up the duffel bag while his men packed up their other belongings. A few moments later, the men were outside again, loading their midnight-black SUV.

Diego grabbed his arm as he was about to jump into the driver's seat.

"Are you sure that was a good idea, boss? Leaving those sexy cunts and their father alive?"

Joquan grunted. "I'm never wrong, Diego. Didn't you see the shame in Darrell's eyes? In all of them? These sweet girls never talk, and poor Darrell certainly doesn't. Nope.” He stepped forward and slammed the door while Gurrero loaded everything else into the back and Diego got into the passenger seat.

"Besides, I want Darrell to suffer. The idiot deserves it after ripping me off and blowing every penny. He's going to have to live with what happened today and THAT, my friend, is the kind of justice I like to see."

Joquan's scarred face twisted into a mischievous grin as he put the SUV into drive, hit the accelerator, and sped away, the windows rolled down to let in the salty, tickling sea breeze.

END