BlackSnake
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Tell me if you this that this would be an extreme story:
Harold pulled the rented four-door sedan into the parking lot of the well-lit grocery store. They had been trying to find the hotel where they had reservations. They had been searching for hours and he was more than frustrated. His wife two sons and daughter were all complaining and offering suggesting ways of finding the hotel. He finally decided to take his wife, Garbi’s advice, which was more like a command for him to stop and ask someone. They had a great time at the amusement parking in the foreign country, but the mood changed with his inability to find the place where they were to sleep.
Harold saw a man skinny white man with tattoos running down both arms. He looked back at his wife, as he felt uneasy. She motioned him to approach the man. He looked at the man and approached as cautiously as he could. “Excuse me, sir,” he said in his broken English. “Could you tell me where I can find the Ducanna hotel on route 6?”
The man turned to him and smile. The teeth that were present where covered with silver and sparkled under the parking lot lights. The man’s hair was greasy and hung on his head like a mop. His exposed skin was speckled with motor oil. “Yup,” the man said. “You take 214 to 698 and turn left on Waterway, go two lights on Shallow House road and it’s down a quarter of a mile on the right.”
Harold was totally confused by the directions that he was given and it showed.
“Just follow me,” the greasy man said getting into a beat up old van.
Harold followed the van, barely able to see through the black smoke emitting from the exhaust pipe. The van started to speed up as they went through some unlit, and Harold sped up to stay close. The van took a few unconventional turns down a few alleys, but when they came out the sign for the Ducanna hotel shined above a virtual empty parking lot.
Harold parked the car next to the van and breath a sigh of relief. It was nearly midnight, and the only thing that was on his mind was getting some sleep and then to re-access their situation.
“It’s about time,” Lar said getting out of the back passenger door followed by his younger sister, Sabrina.
Jan got out on the other side back passenger door and stretched. Harold got out and went to the trunk to open it, so that they could get their things out the back and was joined by Garbi would instructed them as to what they should get out.
The greasy man leaned against the back of his van smiling at the family showing only a few of his silver capped teeth.
“Harold, I think you could at least go over and thank the man for showing us the way,” Garbi said seeing the creepy man who looked like he was waiting on payment for his services.
Harold nodded and began walking over to the man. The man looked down and then turned as if to look at the back tire on the opposite side of the van and then stepped around where he couldn’t be seen. As soon as Harold stepped around the other side of the van a tire iron came crashing against the side of his head. Harold fell hitting the cracked pavement that was littered with dirt and rocks. Blood splattered onto the greasy man’s face as a second man who willed the tire iron swung it back to lay another blow to Harold. A third man caught the assaulting man’s arm shaking his head to make him stop. The two men dragged Harold up from the ground while the greasy man stood watch.
Jan and Lar heard the sound of the scuffle and went to investigate as Garbi, unknowing dug into the trunk for her night bag. As the two brothers rounded the corner of the van they were met with large knuckles to the face, blinding them both and knocking them out cold.
“Jan, Lar?” Garbi called to her sons hearing the thump as they hit the ground. “Harold?” She felt a quiver in the pit of her stomach. She took Sabrina by the hand who also looked scared and moved quickly towards the other side of the van. “What….” The sharp blade of the knife at Garbi’s throat silenced her held by a fourth man who had crept up behind her said.
“Make a sound and I’ll cut your fucking throat,” the fourth man said.
Sabrina when to scream, but before a sound could come out of her mouth it was covered by the dirty hand of the greasy man who led them to the hotel. Sabrina tried to struggle, but the greasy man quickly pinned her arms as he lifted her from the ground and stuffed her into the van. Garbi felt the sharp edge of the knife cutting into skin.
“If you don’t want to die right here, you will get into the van and not make a sound,” the fourth man.
Sabrina continued to struggle as the greasy man taped her mouth and bounded her arms and legs with duck tape. Tears streamed from eyes as her entire body shook with sheer terror. Garbi began to cry profusely seeing the motionless bodies of her husband and sons. The fourth man held a handful of Garbi’s hair as he continued to hold the knife against her throat. She could feel the sting and the trickling of blood flowing down her neck.
The side door of the old van was slammed shut. Garbi could hear the sound of their rental car starting as the van began to move. She tried to look to see if her husband and sons where breathing, but her head was turned towards the inside panel of the van.
“If you try anything bitch, I’ll gut you like a fish,” the man holding her scowled as he moved the knife away from Garbi’s neck.
Garbi remained as still as she could, not wanting the man to bring the knife to bare against her skin again. She could hear her daughter struggling, but couldn’t tell what was happening to her, but at the very least Sabrina was alive. Her immediate worry was for her husband and sons. There were no sounds from any of them.
The van came to a screeching halt inside what appeared to be a vacant warehouse. The door to the side of the van opened and Garbi was pulled out by her long brown hair and tossed to the ground. Her glasses fell off and then heard the sound of glass breaking and knew that they had broken.
Garbi finally saw some movement from her sons as they were dragged from the van. Harold still laid in the van and she could see her daughter bound and gagged next to him before one of the men slammed the van door shut. The man that grabbed her pulled her up against as he brought the knife back up against her throat.
“I wouldn’t like anything more than to cut your fucking throat while those boys watched,” the man hissed at Garbi.
Two of the men began punching and kicking Jan and Lar as they became conscious. Garbi tried to react but knife was pushed tighter against her throat causing her to lean back over the table in an attempt to escape it. Jan and Lar were beaten until their eyes were nearly swollen shut.
The man holding Garbi pushed her to the ground. “You better not move a muscle,” he commanded. He went of to Lar and pulled to his feet and moved the knife in front of his face so that he could see it. The man looked at Jan and chuckled. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded.
Jan hesitated and the man with the knife pulled the blade across Lar’s chest cutting through the fabric of his shirt and his skin send a splatter of blood onto the concert floor.
“Jan! Just do what he say!” Garbi cried out seeing the anger in her son.
Jan pulled his shirt over his head and through it to the ground. All the men laughed as Jan’s chest rose and fell as he tried to stand firm.
“Yeah, we had a brave one here,” the man holding the knife said. “Let’s see if his bravery will cost this one his life.” He laughed and the other men laughed with him. “Take off your pants,” he ordered.
Jan stood without moving and another man hit Lar in the jaw knocking him to the floor out of the grip of the man who had been holding him up by the hair.
“For sakes Jan! Do what he says before they kill him!” Garbi cried out again.
Jan dropped his shoulders and took off his pants. The men burst out in hysterical laughter as Jan’s withered cock hug in front of him. Like most of the young men where they were from, he didn’t wear underwear during the summer months. He would normally be embarrassed, but his fear for his brother over took that.
The greasy man whispered to the man holding the knife as Lar was picked up again by his short brown hair.
“Ya, that’s a good idea,” the man with the knife said nodding his head. “What to you think you can do with that little thing?” he said looking at Jan. “You got to be able to get it up.” He laughed. “Stick that little dick in your mama’s mouth boy, for her to suck.”
“No!” Jan shouted.
One of the men hit Jan in the mouth with the back of his fist as two of the men picked Lar up and slammed his back down on the table. The man with the knife stood over Lar and drew the hand with the knife back aiming for Lar’s chest.
“No! Please! I’ll do it!” Garbi shouted crawling as fast as she could over to where Jan had fallen. “It’s ok baby! Just please don’t make them angry. It’s ok.” She took Jan’s shrunken cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
Jan clinched his jaw. He was angrier feeling the warmth of his mother’s mouth. His long time fantasies about his mother had been shattered in an instant.
“You better suck it good to, else this one will never take another breath,” the man with the knife said. “You had better make his dick hard too.”
Garbi sucked on Jan’s cock knowing that her other son’s life depended on it. She tried to concentrate as her hand trembled as she held the base of Jan’s cock. Jan’s cock still hung limp. “Please baby, help me,” Garbi cried as she looked up at his with tears rolling over her cheeks like a waterfall.
Jan clinched his jaw tighter and huffed as he began to thrust his cock into his mother quivering mouth. Garbi accepted her son’s cock massaging his balls and everything else to make his cock hard. At the first taste of his pre-cum, she knew that she was having an effect.
“Ya, suck that dick!” the man with the knife cheered and the other men laughed.
Garbi tried to concentrate only on her son’s cock. She knew that she would do whatever it took to keep her family as safe as she could.
“That’s enough, you greedy bitch!” the man wielding the knife said as he pulled her by the hair up to her feet and placed the knife back at her throat. “You did a good job,” he whispered to Garbi. “If you do what you’re told I’ll let you go, but if you act like your young hero over there, I will spread your guts all over this warehouse,” he said raising his voice where everyone could hear him. “Get him down,” he ordered the men holding Lar.
One of the men pulled Lar down from the table by the arm down to the floor and then crossed his muscular arms.
“You better not fuck this up, else after I cut her open, then I’m going to do the same to you,” the man with the knife said to Jan pointing the knife at him. “Take off your panties and sit on the table,” he said in a low tone to Garbi and then released her hair.
Garbi reached under her sundress and pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She sat on the table and looked down at Lar to make sure that he was still breathing.
“Now boy, lets see if you want dear ol’mommy to live,” he said putting a hand on Garbi’s knee and pulling her legs apart. “Get over here now and fuck your mommy.” He put the tip of the knife to Garbi’s chin forcing her to lay flat on the table with her legs spread.
“Please do Jan! Please!” Garbi cried.
“You heard your mommy boy! She begging for it,” one of the other men said grabbing the back of Jan’s neck and pushing him towards Garbi’s spread legs.
“It’s ok Jan. Please Jan. Just do what they say,” Garbi begged her son as she spread her legs wider for him.
Tears began streaming down Jan’s face as he held his cock and guided it into his mother’s hairy spread pussy. He pushed it all the way in as he closed his eyes and feeling his cock begin to shrink.
“Fuck her you stupid little shit!” the man who had pushed Jan towards his mother said as he slapped Jan in the back of the head.
“You better fuckin’ cum too,” the man with the knife ordered.
Hearing the last command made Garbi tremble even more as she felt her son’s cock begin to shrink inside of pussy. She pulled her heels up to Jan’s butt-cheeks to pull him in further as she began humping and rolling her hips trying her best to give her son encouragement to fuck her, so that he would cum. Jan began to slowly move back and forth, and his dick began to grow inside of his mother’s cunt. Garbi’s tits rocked back and forth on her chest as she moved with more and more vigor to get Jan to fill her cunt with his spunk. The men laughed as they watched mother and son fuck on the table. Garbi closed her eyes as she lift her legs up hoping to give her son a better feel of her cunt. Jan tried to pretend that he was somewhere else having sex with someone else as he thrust his cock into his mother’s wet pussy. Both mother and son were giving each other a fuck for their lives for the amusement of the captures.
“Hey!” the man with the knife called to Garbi and Jan from the van just as Jan unloaded his nearly pure white cum into his mother’s pussy. “I’ve got a present for you.” With that he pushed Harold out of the van and shut the door.
The van and the rental car started up and sped out of the warehouse taking Sabrina with them as Garbi hopped off the table and rushed to her husband who was barely clinging to life.
“Sabrina!” Jan cried out as loud as he could.
Harold pulled the rented four-door sedan into the parking lot of the well-lit grocery store. They had been trying to find the hotel where they had reservations. They had been searching for hours and he was more than frustrated. His wife two sons and daughter were all complaining and offering suggesting ways of finding the hotel. He finally decided to take his wife, Garbi’s advice, which was more like a command for him to stop and ask someone. They had a great time at the amusement parking in the foreign country, but the mood changed with his inability to find the place where they were to sleep.
Harold saw a man skinny white man with tattoos running down both arms. He looked back at his wife, as he felt uneasy. She motioned him to approach the man. He looked at the man and approached as cautiously as he could. “Excuse me, sir,” he said in his broken English. “Could you tell me where I can find the Ducanna hotel on route 6?”
The man turned to him and smile. The teeth that were present where covered with silver and sparkled under the parking lot lights. The man’s hair was greasy and hung on his head like a mop. His exposed skin was speckled with motor oil. “Yup,” the man said. “You take 214 to 698 and turn left on Waterway, go two lights on Shallow House road and it’s down a quarter of a mile on the right.”
Harold was totally confused by the directions that he was given and it showed.
“Just follow me,” the greasy man said getting into a beat up old van.
Harold followed the van, barely able to see through the black smoke emitting from the exhaust pipe. The van started to speed up as they went through some unlit, and Harold sped up to stay close. The van took a few unconventional turns down a few alleys, but when they came out the sign for the Ducanna hotel shined above a virtual empty parking lot.
Harold parked the car next to the van and breath a sigh of relief. It was nearly midnight, and the only thing that was on his mind was getting some sleep and then to re-access their situation.
“It’s about time,” Lar said getting out of the back passenger door followed by his younger sister, Sabrina.
Jan got out on the other side back passenger door and stretched. Harold got out and went to the trunk to open it, so that they could get their things out the back and was joined by Garbi would instructed them as to what they should get out.
The greasy man leaned against the back of his van smiling at the family showing only a few of his silver capped teeth.
“Harold, I think you could at least go over and thank the man for showing us the way,” Garbi said seeing the creepy man who looked like he was waiting on payment for his services.
Harold nodded and began walking over to the man. The man looked down and then turned as if to look at the back tire on the opposite side of the van and then stepped around where he couldn’t be seen. As soon as Harold stepped around the other side of the van a tire iron came crashing against the side of his head. Harold fell hitting the cracked pavement that was littered with dirt and rocks. Blood splattered onto the greasy man’s face as a second man who willed the tire iron swung it back to lay another blow to Harold. A third man caught the assaulting man’s arm shaking his head to make him stop. The two men dragged Harold up from the ground while the greasy man stood watch.
Jan and Lar heard the sound of the scuffle and went to investigate as Garbi, unknowing dug into the trunk for her night bag. As the two brothers rounded the corner of the van they were met with large knuckles to the face, blinding them both and knocking them out cold.
“Jan, Lar?” Garbi called to her sons hearing the thump as they hit the ground. “Harold?” She felt a quiver in the pit of her stomach. She took Sabrina by the hand who also looked scared and moved quickly towards the other side of the van. “What….” The sharp blade of the knife at Garbi’s throat silenced her held by a fourth man who had crept up behind her said.
“Make a sound and I’ll cut your fucking throat,” the fourth man said.
Sabrina when to scream, but before a sound could come out of her mouth it was covered by the dirty hand of the greasy man who led them to the hotel. Sabrina tried to struggle, but the greasy man quickly pinned her arms as he lifted her from the ground and stuffed her into the van. Garbi felt the sharp edge of the knife cutting into skin.
“If you don’t want to die right here, you will get into the van and not make a sound,” the fourth man.
Sabrina continued to struggle as the greasy man taped her mouth and bounded her arms and legs with duck tape. Tears streamed from eyes as her entire body shook with sheer terror. Garbi began to cry profusely seeing the motionless bodies of her husband and sons. The fourth man held a handful of Garbi’s hair as he continued to hold the knife against her throat. She could feel the sting and the trickling of blood flowing down her neck.
The side door of the old van was slammed shut. Garbi could hear the sound of their rental car starting as the van began to move. She tried to look to see if her husband and sons where breathing, but her head was turned towards the inside panel of the van.
“If you try anything bitch, I’ll gut you like a fish,” the man holding her scowled as he moved the knife away from Garbi’s neck.
Garbi remained as still as she could, not wanting the man to bring the knife to bare against her skin again. She could hear her daughter struggling, but couldn’t tell what was happening to her, but at the very least Sabrina was alive. Her immediate worry was for her husband and sons. There were no sounds from any of them.
The van came to a screeching halt inside what appeared to be a vacant warehouse. The door to the side of the van opened and Garbi was pulled out by her long brown hair and tossed to the ground. Her glasses fell off and then heard the sound of glass breaking and knew that they had broken.
Garbi finally saw some movement from her sons as they were dragged from the van. Harold still laid in the van and she could see her daughter bound and gagged next to him before one of the men slammed the van door shut. The man that grabbed her pulled her up against as he brought the knife back up against her throat.
“I wouldn’t like anything more than to cut your fucking throat while those boys watched,” the man hissed at Garbi.
Two of the men began punching and kicking Jan and Lar as they became conscious. Garbi tried to react but knife was pushed tighter against her throat causing her to lean back over the table in an attempt to escape it. Jan and Lar were beaten until their eyes were nearly swollen shut.
The man holding Garbi pushed her to the ground. “You better not move a muscle,” he commanded. He went of to Lar and pulled to his feet and moved the knife in front of his face so that he could see it. The man looked at Jan and chuckled. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded.
Jan hesitated and the man with the knife pulled the blade across Lar’s chest cutting through the fabric of his shirt and his skin send a splatter of blood onto the concert floor.
“Jan! Just do what he say!” Garbi cried out seeing the anger in her son.
Jan pulled his shirt over his head and through it to the ground. All the men laughed as Jan’s chest rose and fell as he tried to stand firm.
“Yeah, we had a brave one here,” the man holding the knife said. “Let’s see if his bravery will cost this one his life.” He laughed and the other men laughed with him. “Take off your pants,” he ordered.
Jan stood without moving and another man hit Lar in the jaw knocking him to the floor out of the grip of the man who had been holding him up by the hair.
“For sakes Jan! Do what he says before they kill him!” Garbi cried out again.
Jan dropped his shoulders and took off his pants. The men burst out in hysterical laughter as Jan’s withered cock hug in front of him. Like most of the young men where they were from, he didn’t wear underwear during the summer months. He would normally be embarrassed, but his fear for his brother over took that.
The greasy man whispered to the man holding the knife as Lar was picked up again by his short brown hair.
“Ya, that’s a good idea,” the man with the knife said nodding his head. “What to you think you can do with that little thing?” he said looking at Jan. “You got to be able to get it up.” He laughed. “Stick that little dick in your mama’s mouth boy, for her to suck.”
“No!” Jan shouted.
One of the men hit Jan in the mouth with the back of his fist as two of the men picked Lar up and slammed his back down on the table. The man with the knife stood over Lar and drew the hand with the knife back aiming for Lar’s chest.
“No! Please! I’ll do it!” Garbi shouted crawling as fast as she could over to where Jan had fallen. “It’s ok baby! Just please don’t make them angry. It’s ok.” She took Jan’s shrunken cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
Jan clinched his jaw. He was angrier feeling the warmth of his mother’s mouth. His long time fantasies about his mother had been shattered in an instant.
“You better suck it good to, else this one will never take another breath,” the man with the knife said. “You had better make his dick hard too.”
Garbi sucked on Jan’s cock knowing that her other son’s life depended on it. She tried to concentrate as her hand trembled as she held the base of Jan’s cock. Jan’s cock still hung limp. “Please baby, help me,” Garbi cried as she looked up at his with tears rolling over her cheeks like a waterfall.
Jan clinched his jaw tighter and huffed as he began to thrust his cock into his mother quivering mouth. Garbi accepted her son’s cock massaging his balls and everything else to make his cock hard. At the first taste of his pre-cum, she knew that she was having an effect.
“Ya, suck that dick!” the man with the knife cheered and the other men laughed.
Garbi tried to concentrate only on her son’s cock. She knew that she would do whatever it took to keep her family as safe as she could.
“That’s enough, you greedy bitch!” the man wielding the knife said as he pulled her by the hair up to her feet and placed the knife back at her throat. “You did a good job,” he whispered to Garbi. “If you do what you’re told I’ll let you go, but if you act like your young hero over there, I will spread your guts all over this warehouse,” he said raising his voice where everyone could hear him. “Get him down,” he ordered the men holding Lar.
One of the men pulled Lar down from the table by the arm down to the floor and then crossed his muscular arms.
“You better not fuck this up, else after I cut her open, then I’m going to do the same to you,” the man with the knife said to Jan pointing the knife at him. “Take off your panties and sit on the table,” he said in a low tone to Garbi and then released her hair.
Garbi reached under her sundress and pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She sat on the table and looked down at Lar to make sure that he was still breathing.
“Now boy, lets see if you want dear ol’mommy to live,” he said putting a hand on Garbi’s knee and pulling her legs apart. “Get over here now and fuck your mommy.” He put the tip of the knife to Garbi’s chin forcing her to lay flat on the table with her legs spread.
“Please do Jan! Please!” Garbi cried.
“You heard your mommy boy! She begging for it,” one of the other men said grabbing the back of Jan’s neck and pushing him towards Garbi’s spread legs.
“It’s ok Jan. Please Jan. Just do what they say,” Garbi begged her son as she spread her legs wider for him.
Tears began streaming down Jan’s face as he held his cock and guided it into his mother’s hairy spread pussy. He pushed it all the way in as he closed his eyes and feeling his cock begin to shrink.
“Fuck her you stupid little shit!” the man who had pushed Jan towards his mother said as he slapped Jan in the back of the head.
“You better fuckin’ cum too,” the man with the knife ordered.
Hearing the last command made Garbi tremble even more as she felt her son’s cock begin to shrink inside of pussy. She pulled her heels up to Jan’s butt-cheeks to pull him in further as she began humping and rolling her hips trying her best to give her son encouragement to fuck her, so that he would cum. Jan began to slowly move back and forth, and his dick began to grow inside of his mother’s cunt. Garbi’s tits rocked back and forth on her chest as she moved with more and more vigor to get Jan to fill her cunt with his spunk. The men laughed as they watched mother and son fuck on the table. Garbi closed her eyes as she lift her legs up hoping to give her son a better feel of her cunt. Jan tried to pretend that he was somewhere else having sex with someone else as he thrust his cock into his mother’s wet pussy. Both mother and son were giving each other a fuck for their lives for the amusement of the captures.
“Hey!” the man with the knife called to Garbi and Jan from the van just as Jan unloaded his nearly pure white cum into his mother’s pussy. “I’ve got a present for you.” With that he pushed Harold out of the van and shut the door.
The van and the rental car started up and sped out of the warehouse taking Sabrina with them as Garbi hopped off the table and rushed to her husband who was barely clinging to life.
“Sabrina!” Jan cried out as loud as he could.
