4 The Van rough and ready

Just then, Rebecca and Sarah came back downstairs. Sarah was freshly showered, with her hair still damp, but it was short, so it would dry quickly. She was dressed in nice jeans and a button down blouse with long sleeves.

“You look perfect, Sarah.” Brian said. “Just like you’re ready for school.”

Sarah got a look on her face, maybe a little guilty. ‘I haven’t been to school all year, sir. Not since the third week.”

“Did Brad make you quit?” he asked. “Do you want to go back? Maybe to a different school?”

“I really could?” she whispered, then looked at him in fear, because she’d asked a question, and that’s what had gotten her into this whole mess to start with.

“You really could.” he said, ignoring the flash he got at her impertinence. “What I want for you is a normal life.”

“I don’t know what a normal life is anymore.” she said, not even weepy about it. “I know for a fact that I can never go back to boring vanilla sex, no matter what you tell me.” she laughed. “It’s the one good thing that ever came out of meeting Master Brad.”

“How about college? Is there anything you want to do that would need college?” he asked. He gestured at the bag of money. “That’s not enough, but I have the van, and there’s girls in two houses earning punishments. I’m letting you go free and you can be whatever you want. Your sister, too, once we go get her. All the others.

“I think you misunderstand, sir.” she said, extremely carefully. “The girls in the houses aren’t being punished.” She licked her lips. “It’s us that get kicked out of the houses that are being punished, sir. I had to earn $50000 before I could go back. I only got 37 something before you came and got me. I wouldn’t mind going back to our house, but… I certainly don’t want to go back to school, sir.”

“So the best thing I could do for you is to drive you home and allow you to visit with your sister? Are you sure there’s nothing else? Within the limits, of course.” he said, getting a better picture of the two houses in question.

There were armed men nearby, protecting interests in a huge cash cow that belonged to a man who was no longer around to control it.

He was only sixfteen year old kid, with no experience giving orders to grown men. Brad was in his late seventies, but still hard as a rock. Brad could feel the rage lurking just under the surface, waiting to make him stronger. If he would let it.

He was going to need to let some anger out if he ever wanted to be able to near the neighborhood where the two houses were. He was going to have to hurt one of these girls, and he dreaded in his heart what it was going to do to him. Let alone what it would do to her. The more he hurt her, the stronger he would get, too.

He knew that Brad had left the operation running under it’s own steam, and it would continue to operate for some time to come, but without the profits being collected, the inmates would very soon be running the asylum. In order to be strong enough to even show his face driving that van, he was afraid of what it was going to take.

“I know what you need, sir.” she said quietly. “It’s the only way I know how to re-pay you for everything you’ve done for me already.”

“What do I need, you fucking slut?” he snarled at her. “You gonna tell me what I need?”

“No sir.” she said. “I would never presume to tell you to rip all these nice clothes off me and fuck me silly. No sir! I wouldn’t tell you to squeeze my neck until I’m half unconscious and spasming on your cock as you come inside me, either.”

“That’s good, because I’m going to do it to Rebecca instead!” he laughed, then grabbed the diminutive brunette and tore her blouse open, scattering buttons everywhere. Rebecca had a very scared look in her eyes that turned to terror as Brian grabbed her bra and tore the two halves apart between the cups, even though it fastened in the back.

“Oh, please…” she cried out, as she was forcibly turned around by the shoulders.

“Shut up, slut.” he snarled, then tore her best skirt apart at the seam in the back, then throwing the rag to the floor. Her panties were next, brutally pulled apart at the hip on her right side and allowed to fall on her skirt.

“Get those legs open, bitch.” he said, kicking her ankles apart. She could feel him rubbing his hard cock against her naked pussy, then with one hard shove, he buried it inside her, his hands firmly around her belly.

“Don’t you scream again.” he said in her ear, after her initial wail. “Even when it feels so good, you will NOT scream. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.” she said, even though she didn’t understand how this could ever possibly feel good. And then he pulled it back slowly, pushed it back in steadily, and she understood perfectly how this could feel good. She remembered how good she felt at the hands of her own mother just a short time ago, and this was even better.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you, you little slut?” he said. “Mindy, look how much of a slut your best friend is.” he said, fucking with long strokes that every one of his inches.

“Tell her, Rebecca. Tell her how good you feel right now.” he said. “Tell her how much you like this.”

“It’s true.” Rebecca gasped. “This feels awesome, Mindy! I love getting fucked! I love getting fucked by your brother’s big cock!”

“Don’t fuck her any faster, sir.” Sarah said, suddenly.