Captive Mask (Dawnella and Mouse)

The trap was set. Contingencies laid. Apex was nothing if not thorough in his planning. Which was why none of the masked "heroes" had ever been able to put him behind bars. Too many in this city, hero and villain alike, valued theatricality over practicality. A useful tool, but not one that should be the focus of everything, especially when it got in the way. Tonight though, he wanted to be flashy.

He raised a fist in a signal to his "minions," high dollar professional mercenaries wearing masks similar to his own--though there was no mistaking one for the other--as opposed to the usual mindless thugs and gangsters the city's villains used. And worth every penny if things went well, perhaps even if they didn't. The door to the business building exploded and his team rushed in. Sirens sounded in the distance but a few well placed road blocks, tire killers, and "accidents" would ensure them a minimum of twenty minutes. Besides, this building housed several law firms, not money or diamonds or weapons or the thousands of other things most villains went after. But she'd still be there.

Apex smiled behind his mask and stood outside the doorway in the open. Bait, but bait she wouldn't be able to resist. His heavy body armor gave his muscular build a deceptively bulky appearance, but everything he wore, he wore with a purpose. This armor was judged too expensive for military use, despite it's near impenetrability and assisted hydraulics system that gave his punches extra force. Just to be safe though, his gloves were armed with taser-knuckle sister combination weapons. Not that he usually had call to use them when he carried an AK-47. His mask gave him the countenance of a large predator cat, and let him see in multiple spectrums and communicate with his team.

Communication was something else most villains overlooked in terms of value, but it allowed Apex to warn his hidden snipers and the rest if his team about the oncoming heat signature over the rooftops. She was right on time.

A calm afternoon had been interrupted by a report that a legal office was under attack by a heavily armed and organized criminal organization.

She'd barely had time to react to the threat, and after dressing quickly and affixing her utility belt to her costume she'd managed to respond to the the threat just as she saw that the police and responders were being bogged down in a cleverly devised mess of traps; she'd just have to fight them off until they managed to arrive. Knowing that the roads below were a mess, the rooftops seemed a better option as she couldn't shake the apprehension building inside her; she knew she was outnumbered, and most likely outgunned. Fighting off the butterflies in her stomach, she could see the smoke billowing from the structure before she eased down, crawling to the edge before peering over to see her nemesis standing in the doorway of the building, exposing himself needlessly. Taking the three smoke grenades on her belt, she undid the releases and threw them to the ground below her, letting the thick smoke billow and create a mask for her while she prepared her base and attached a harness to herself, tying a quick release before taking a deep breath and launching herself over the side as she felt the familiar tightness of fear in her taut tummy that she always felt in freefall.

Slowing herself as she reached the street, Caitlin timed her descent as she saw the concrete through the smoke before undoing the release and letting herself fall the last few feet to the ground in a graceful gymnastic tumble. Quickly squaring herself against where she knew the doorway had been, her fingers reached the safety pins of her stun grenades before she threw them in the direction as well, letting the dull thud of their detonation reach her before she charged forward, preparing to launch a brutal assault on whoever was unfortunate enough to still be in exposed to her attacks. As the faint sound of sirens barely reached her ears as hot blood pumped through her and her chest heaved, she could barely make out the outline of the massive man she'd seen earlier.

Trying to attack from his side, she dove away before rushing in quietly, hoping to catch him off guard before launching into a powerful kick that she hoped would connect with his chin.

One of the snipers warned him as soon as the heroine was airborne and fired off a round. The snipers were loaded with a high powered tranquilizer rather than the usual bullets. Nonlethal, painful, and nearly instant barring adrenaline. Shooting at a free falling target though was difficult for even the best snipers, but it was a risky shot the man was willing to take. After all, there were two others ready to follow up when she hit the ground.

Apex readied himself and as soon as the smoke bombs hit, he let fly some grenades of his own. Knockout gas quickly filled in the areas hidden by smoke, unseen beneath the dark curtain the heroine was charging straight into. He let his body go loose as the stun grenades hit, the impact rocking through him like a tidal wave which he rode to the ground. Her booted foot rushed by his face, missing by mere inches with near decapitating force. The impact of the asphalt was jarring, but nothing he hadn't been prepared for and beat getting his head taken off or his mask damaged. The filtration system processed both the smoke and knockout gas, bringing fresh clean air into his lung.

Apex rolled over and launched a taser-sparking punch at the woman's thigh as she recovered from delivering the kick. The cracklings of electricity was almost enough to drown out the sounds of the sirens, but underneath his trained ears picked up the gentle whoosh of another sniper firing a tranquilizer round.

Even if his man missed, Apex was taking this fight to the ground where his opponent's speed and agility wouldn't do her any good against his superior size and strength. He followed up the blow with a full body tackle, aiming to catch her in the stomach with his shoulder and her other thigh with a taser-punch.

She hadn't noticed the earlier tranquilizer that whizzed by her in the excitement of her freefall, but as soon as she'd hit the ground she noticed a noxious gas that made her wobble on her feet, and that unease and clumsiness had made Caitlin unsteady enough to miss her target with her kick. Arcing her leg down to catch herself, her reflexes were dulled by the confusion of the smoke and the debilitating gas as she heard the crackle of electricity moments before his fist smashed into her thigh. Arching her back in pain as her body stiffened from the electricity, she was thrown back as she felt something pierce into her chest as she looked down to see the end of a dart piercing her costume.

Intense pain filled her as she struggled to concentrate; managing to stay on her feet, the urge to stop was overpowering as she barely managed to escape the full brunt of his tackle. Narrowly leaping over the man, her left leg still managed to connect with his shoulder as she tried to kick off of him but being sent to the ground with her leg underneath him regardless. Nearly delirious from the pain as she fought unconsciousness, Caitlin attempted to rear back, bu realizing that escape was impossible she brought her free leg back, doing her best to kick at his face as her hands raised up defensively. Realizing that she was going to pass out soon as consciousness slipped away rapidly, she turned onto her tummy, her breasts crushing into the sidewalk as she kicked back at him before scrambling away as best she could.

She didn't make it far. Falling to her knees, she barely had the strength to raise herself to all fours as she barely crawled before darkness overtook her. As her eyes fluttered shut, the last thing she heard was the whine of sirens as she hoped desperately that the police, someone, anyone, would come in time to stop Apex and save her. Curled against the sidewalk, she exhaled as the last vestiges of coherency left her while the chaos raged around her.

An impressive display of willpower, but the combined effects of knockout gas, tranquilizer, and taser shots proved too much even for the masked heroine. That she'd been able to stand as long as she had was near miraculous, let alone continue to put up a fight. She was a strong woman, and Apex was going to enjoy breaking her.

Moments after she passed out, his team signaled that their mission was complete. A getaway car rounded the corner as his men poured from the building. Apex casually lifted the masked heroine from the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. After another few moments, they were gone. Drugs and restraints ensured that his prize for the evening didn't wake up or make any sudden moves.

Some time later he stood before her in a dark room. She was bound to a heavy chair that clinked as she stirred, suggesting mechanized parts. Her belt was gone, as were her boots. Her catsuit had been sheered off at the elbows and knees, leaving her skin completely exposed and ensuring no lock picks or other nasty surprised were lying in wait for him. Wrists and ankles alike were handcuffed to the chair. And her mask was gone.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Froemming." His voice was eerily distorted by the respirators in his mask, deepening the hint of Russian accent. "Don't struggle, your head will clear in a moment. And I want all of your impressive mental capacity fully cognizant as I break you."

Vaguely, she could feel herself being lifted in the dreamlike state she was in before an impossibly long time seemed to pass. After what seemed like ages, she stirred slowly, her limbs feeling heavy as though weighted down and her toes frigid as she realized groggily that her feet were touching the cold floor without cover. Trying to pull her hands to her face, she realized that they were handcuffed to the chair, and as she tried to lift her feet she realized that her ankles were bound as well. Goosebumps covered her flesh as she could see that her catsuit had been cut open, and after a smile fleetingly crossed her features, she opened her eyes to see the man before her was none other than her nemesis. Suddenly, she pulled against the restraints, trying to her best to break them as her chest heaved, and she could feel her senses returning as the cloud of her drugged mind began to lift from her.

"Where am I?" She asked softly, relaxing in the cold chair as a shiver ran through her frame, and raising her face to meet him, she tried her best to move her legs as she shifted, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she suddenly filled with fear and the reality of the situation set in. "Was today...just so you could capture me?" Wanting to try and keep some semblance of control, she held her thighs together as best she could before boring her brilliant eyes into his. "So, even with a suit you can't fight a little girl?" Looking at him cockily, despite the true terror filling her, she continued, "Why not release me? I can beat you without my tools and grenades...or are you too frightened of me?"

Hoping her taunt would work on him, she knew that unless he released her, she had no way of escaping the restraints of the chair. Her nipples peaked into hard nubs against the tight fabric of her bodysuit in the cold room, and Caitlin knew that she would need to find a way to defeat him if he released her. Looking about the dark room, she couldn't see anything that might be used as a weapon before she trained her eyes back on his and smiled sweetly. "So, why go to all of that trouble for poor little me?"

He ignored her questions and taunts as she oriented herself, standing silently before her, appraising her body, and letting his sheer presence do the talking for him. He wondered how long it would take her to notice the ink stains on her fingertips from where he'd copied her fingerprints, or the pain at her left elbow from where he'd drawn her blood, or if her breasts would pop out of the open costume as she tested her restraints. Finally, he spoke, and as he did he slowly began to circle her like a shark, forcing her to twist and turn her head if she wanted to keep him in her field of vision.

"Not all for you, Caitlin," he said. "But you were a part of it. You've made enemies, young lady." And with the information now in his possession, no one will come looking for her. This heist had simply been the loudest in a series, designed specifically to draw her out as he fulfilled his designs. While his team had been blowing their way through the law firm, other, quieter teams of corporate espionage agents had been at work. Now, he had enough material to blackmail over half of the nation's senators. They would ensure absolutely no legal action was taken against him, either as Apex or his alter ego. Not that Caitlin needed to know any of this. Let her hope, let her dream of a rescue that would never come so that she would keep that fire inside of her burning as she endured everything he had in store for her. Where was the pleasure in breaking something that was already broken?

"If you look directly ahead," he grabbed her by the hair as he spoke and forced her to look forward, "you will see a little red dot. That is the primary camera watching you, streaming your situation to the dark net." There were others of course, but she didn't need to know that. "Or it will very shortly." He pulled her mask from his own utility belt and deliberately fixed it back into position. "The world at large doesn't know or care who Caitlin Froemming is. But considerably more do about your costumed identity."

He signaled with his hand and the light turned green. "Say hello to your fans." One hand went to her throat, not squeezing but applying enough pressure to let her know that he could crush her windpipe at a moment's notice. The other hand slithered over her shoulder and through the open front of her catsuit to cup one well formed breast. "We'll start things simple," he said, as much to her as to the camera. "The more viewers we have, the more extreme our masked hero's violation."

Despite the predatory way he circled her, Caitlin decided not to give him the satisfaction of following his gaze; rubbing her fingertips together gently, she could feel the faintly dried ink on her skin as she noticed a dull throbbing pain on her elbow. Shifting uneasily at the pain, she felt her heavy breasts pressed against the unzipped top of her catsuit before popping out, making her uneasy in the darkness as she shifted as best she could to cover herself, to no avail. When he did speak, she locked her eyes on his hatefully before hearing his words. Her riposte was cut short as she felt him grip her silky hair in his hand before wrenching her head forward to look at a tiny red dot in the darkness, her eyes locking on it momentarily as her exposed breasts heaved and she gave a pained squeal as he used her hair in a makeshift rein. When she felt something on her face, and immediately realizing it was the soft leather of her mask, she understood the true nature of what was about to happen to her.

Angrily, she could feel the fear she'd fought so hard to suppress bubbling inside her as she felt butterflies in her stomach and her little frame felt a shiver run through it. He wasn't just some megalomaniac bent on an obscure personal agenda, he was going to use her to demonstrate his power. Knowing what he must have planned would be miserable, she hoped that he would release her, and as she rested back into the seat, her face now concealed into the familiar superheroine, Caitlin could know that soon he might free her, in some way, depending on what he planned to do with her. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she knew she needed to stay in control; time and time again she'd felt she was done for, but remaining her composure had always helped her find a way free.

Shivering as the cold air turned her nipples into hard peaks, her self control was nearly shattered as she felt a massive hand on her slender throat, not choking her delicate throat but cutting off her air enough to cause her to gasp before shivering and trembling in his grasp. A squeal of rage and humiliation left her lips as she felt his other hand over her shoulder and slipping through her opened costume to hold her heavy breast in a gloved hand, and she noticed that the red light had turned green, realizing now that she was being filmed. Twisting against him as he spoke, she felt her anger overtake her as she struggled futilely against the restraints as she cried out, "You'll never get away with this, they'll catch you!" Speaking as much to herself as the villain and camera, she shook her chest fruitlessly, trying to escape his grasp as her breasts danced and jiggled against her chest as tears welled in her eyes.

The hand at her throat swept up, caressing her cheek in an almost tender gesture before brushing aside the tears before they could fall. He couldn't have them messing up her mask. That would stay on until the moment was absolutely right.

"You couldn't catch me," he casually pointed out as his other hand continued manipulating her breast. He couldn't really appreciate the feel of her skin through his thick gloves, but they weren't coming off in front of the camera, and the more of his costume that he kept on as she lost hers, the greater the contrast of his strength against her vulnerability.

The hand dropped away from her breasts, leaving her body entirely, only to return a moment later with a massive combat knife. He trailed the tip down the length of her catsuit's zipper, the tip caressing the vulnerable flesh of Caitlin's exposed breasts and belly. Not enough to even leave a scratch mark, but she'd know that her life was in his hands. That at any moment he could take it away from her.

"It's a crude tool compared to some of your gadgets," he said as the blade reached the v-point juncture near her waist. "But I think it is safe to say that some crudeness is appropriate at this...point." He hooked the edge under her catsuit and tore up and forward, slicing through the material as if it were water with barely a clink of acknowledgement as the zipper parts grazed the sides of the blade.

He moved forward and around her without stopping, the blade passing between her thighs and over her sex. The knife came free with a sound like an unsealed ziplock bag. Sliding the knife back into his belt, he peeled back the severed layers of leather to expose her womanhood to the camera. He stepped back and out of her line of sight, letting the camera zoom in for an unobscured shot as he flipped an out-of-sight switch. The sound of mechanical whirring filled the room and the chair legs began to slowly but steadily to slowly spread apart, making absolutely certain the audience had a good view.

"Who out there wants to see their favorite masked hero get fucked?" he asked the camera, wiping her tears from his fingers into her hair.

Her heart fluttered in relief as she felt the hand on her throat leave to her soft cheek, the pressure enough to make breathing a strain as she took a gasp of air. The fact that he almost looked as though he was comforting her humiliated her and filled her with impotent rage as she felt his hand mauling her breast, molding her flesh to his grasp as she ceased her struggles. It was pointless, and he only seemed to be enjoying the reactions he was getting out of her. The satisfaction of feeling his hand drop away from her soft skin lasted only a brief second though, as a huge knife suddenly appeared and she stiffened, her breathing almost stopping as her eyes went wide in fear. Seeing it ease closer and trailing down her zipper, she stifled a shiver as the cold edge scratched against her soft breasts and smooth tummy, somehow not cutting her as she stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked on the killing tool. She knew that he could kill her, and that possibility terrified her.

When the blade finally reached down to her waist, she barely heard his words, shifting her hips gently as she sucked in her breath. When it hooked underneath her costume, she knew what would follow as she let out of squeal of fear, all concern for whoever was watching her gone as the material tore nearly silently, except when it ran over the zipper which had help it together. As more of her flesh was exposed to the cold air, she nearly screamed in fear as it passed between her thighs and over her pussy, somehow dragging over her but not cutting her flesh as suddenly a thick gash in the material nearly exposed her intimately to her captor and unknown audience. Exhaling as she saw the sharp knife being put away, Caitlin looked away angrily as she felt him pulling her torn catsuit apart, exposing her flushed petals and heaving body to the camera as she suddenly struggled, trying to twist away to cover herself as best she could.

Suddenly, he was gone, and Caitlin heard the gentle hum of machinery underneath her as her legs were slowly pulled apart; enraged and embarrassed beyond anything she'd ever felt, the heroine was unable to do anything except display herself as she twisted her arms and chest, trying to turn her hips pathetically as she heard her captor speak and her blood ran cold. Fresh tears joined the ones on his gloves as she fought the urge to beg and plead for him to stop, to not violate her further as she felt his gloved fingers wipe the wetness of her salty tears on her silky hair. Despite all that had happened, she struggled to regain her composure, not wanting to give up, even if the situation seemed utterly hopeless. Her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly in time with her breathing, she fought to control her quiet sobbing while hating how her captor seemed pleased at her utter debasement.

He waited, letting the audience grow, both in numbers and and anticipation, to say nothing of his captive's terror. She almost seemed to be crying. Surely he hadn't broken her already? He grinned into his mask. Either she had or she hadn't, either way she was helpless to his before him, and the thousand and one deviant ideas coursing through his mind would finally happen regardless.

He returned to her side and without preamble, reached between her spread legs and rubbed two of his gloved fingers up and down her exposed sex, pausing only to swirl over her clitoris. Oh yes, he would have to have his fun later, after the initial breaking when he could enjoy her without his own costume.

His other hand went to his groin, and a few quick buttons and snaps later, he released his massive cock from the confines of his pants. "Usually I'd go for more foreplay," he told her, spinning the chair around so that she no longer faced the camera and slipped between her legs. "But in your case, I will make an exception."

The head of his cock pressed into her folds, then abruptly buried its full length inside of her, allowing no more time to adjust or prepare. This wasn't about making her feel good, this was about using her. He pressed his hips forward, fighting to fill her with his entirety until his hips pressed into hers.

"Tell your audience how it feels," he said, taking her neck in his hand and squeezing just below the jaw. He pressed hard into her with every word for emphasis "Does it hurt? Does it feel good? Your so wet you must like it."

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting as she sat there, displayed for the camera and the unseen audience who was witnessing her degradation, Caitlin composed herself as she reminded herself of who she was, her tears ceasing as she simply looked away, knowing that there wasn't anything she could do in her present position. That composure was shattered when she felt his footsteps beside her and suddenly the leather of his gloves were between her legs, tracing the outline of her puffy pussy and eliciting a sharp squeal at his violation when they teased over her bead, trying futilely to close her bound legs her hips bucked wildly. Suddenly, his hand was gone, and she could hear him undressing from her limited position as she heard his words before her world suddenly spun and he filled her vision. Between his legs was a throbbing, massive, and intimidating cock that she would have considered mouthwatering had it not belonged to her hated nemesis.

She hated him more than anything, wanting to kill him, as she looked away, her chest rising and falling sharply as the head of his big cock pressed into her petals, causing them to stretch as his precum coated her pretty pussy. Anger flashed in her eyes as he taunted her, her struggles causing her to rub back and forth on his engorged member as it prodded against her flushed, pink pussy. A girlish scream left her lips, although stifled by her vulnerable position, and she moaned painfully as he filled her instantly, molding her body to his member she as she stretched obscenely. Her tight, hot walls constricted around him, as though milking his cock as she felt him deep inside her, pressing against her cervix. Her body shuddered as she was forced to take him, causing her heavy chest to jiggle before settling as she struggled to look back at him.

Her squeals and pants matched his thrusts when he thrust in, his cock pushing over her G-spot and painfully stretching her, causing a perverse fusion of pain and pleasure that terrified, confused, and excited her as she felt his burning member deep inside her, tightening her little body instinctively when he ground his body into her. Closing her eyes and squealing as her taut tummy tightened, Caitlin had no idea how she could tolerate him as he seemed to stretch her obscenely and mold her to his shape. All thoughts of resistance were squashed as he slammed expertly into her tight channel, and the hammering thrusts pushing her back into the chair as her walls tightened around him, her inexperienced body wanting traitorously to take him even further as she squealed and whimpered, feeling her juices pool around his cock and drench the chair.

When she felt his hands on her throat, her ragged moans and squeals turned into tiny gasps as he cut off her air, her voice silent as she gazed back at him hatefully, her heavy breasts dancing and shaking on her chest with every thrust before she was unable to stifle a muffled squeal that barely left her lips.

He took her. Claimed her. There was nothing remotely gentle in the way his hand not at her throat gripped her hips and pulled her onto him with every powerful thrust, shoving through every barrier with raw power. When the head of his member pressed against the tight ring of her cervix, he slammed all the harder into her, laying siege to the entrance of her womb as if his member were a battering ram.

He met her glare through the visor of his helmet and shifted the hand at her throat around so that his fingers tangled in the bond hair at the base of her scalp, yanking her head back and forcing her to thrust her breasts up and forward. There was the beginnings of surrender in her eyes, but burning hatred as well. Not broken yet, but the cracks were starting to form. Unseen behind the mask of his helmet, his mouth twisted into a feral grin.

“Slut,” he said, slamming into her harder still, hard enough to bruise the flesh between her legs where his thighs and hips crashed against hers. “You’re about to fucking come for me. Call my name as you come.” He slammed into her, over and over again, tightening his grip on her hair. “Call my name!”

Closing her eyes and squealing as he twisted her hair, causing her head to turn painfully in time with his fist, she whimpered painedly. His fist holding her hair in a rein of sorts, he easily controlled her small frame as her breasts were forced to thrust up in time with his abuse. As he pounded her into the chair, small sounds of pleasure began treasonously leaving her lips as she struggled to see him. The violence of his thrusts caused her heavy breasts to dance and jiggle on her chest as her neglected nipples stuck out sorely, begging for attention.

Weakly trying to fight a massive orgasm, her surrender was obvious as a glazed look crossed her features and her lips remained parted, revealing her even, white teeth as she looked down, her gaze snaking down her taut stomach and slender frame until reaching the nexus of her thighs. Low breathing and ragged gasps filled the air as she felt him dominate her again and again, changing her vision as his huge frame dominated her sight. The pain was quickly turning into a delicious sensation of pleasure, and the wet smacking of their bodies became louder as she felt herself pushing back in time to meet him, a strange, weak smile of unwanted pleasure crossing her features as she wished she could toy with her buzzing clitty, feeling his cock rubbing against the back of the little nub as she felt herself teetering on the precipice.

"Y..yes....I...Apex" left her lips a second before a lewd scream filled the air and she constricted rapidly around him, drawing him further as her little body stood on edge. Her juices cascaded around him, pooling into the already wet chair around her as she felt him dominating her wonderfully, all morality lost in the sensation. The relentless thrust of his hips made her come again and again as she squealed and screamed, wanting him as she felt his heated body slamming into her again and again, barely feeling the pain of his fingers as they gripped her tightly, controlling her gaze on her hair and pressing into her delicate throat. Her body twisting at the unwanted bliss, she could feel herself becoming light headed as her breathing was constricted while her body went wild as a cross between a moan and a high squeal left her lips as she cried defeatedly, "Apex..."

Apex buried himself to the hilt, pressing the head of his cock against into her cervix as he blew his load. His semen mixed with her fluids as she convulsed on his cock over and over again. He grinned behind his mask. Broken so easily, probably from lack of experience. But it wouldn't hold. She'd be mortified when she came to, but she would come to and when she did she would put the pieces back together. He didn't want her utterly disintegrated, but she needed to be broken further still if he wanted to shape how those pieces would be restored.

Their mingled juices gushed from her open sex as he withdrew and quickly out away his member. He walked behind her so that the camera had a completely uninstructed view of her thoroughly abused pussy and gently strokes her hair from her face. "Shh, good little slut." He reached down and idly played with her breasts, squeezing and massaging the mounds with forceful but gentle fingers, a deliberate contrast to the way he'd ravaged her womanhood moments ago. "You did very well, I'll have to give you and your viewers a reward."

He signaled with one hand and a new light turned on, revealing a blank steel wall and reinforced but equally blank steel door. It opened and a pair his "minions," each topping six and a half feet tall, lead a pair of hooded naked women into the room.

With the hoods on it was impossible to discern their exact ages, but both had beautiful bodies, slim waists sloping into shapely hips and heavy breasts. One was clearly a teenager, her body far too lithe and perky to be older than twenty. The other though was clearly past such a prime time, perhaps late thirties or early forties. Her body was soft and welcoming, and her breasts several sizes larger than the smaller, younger girl. Both of them were flushed between their legs, suggesting a recent wax job.

The minions lined them up against the wall so that the camera was focused on both women. They squirmed and squealed, but their voices sounded muffled. Apex turned the chair so that Caitlin could look right between her legs to see what was happening to the other women.

He leaned down next to Caitlin's ear an spoke too softly for the camera to hear. "They don't know who you are. If you don't want them to find out, you'll need to keep your mouth shut." He stood up and motioned to his followers. A sudden jerk and the hoods were ripped free, revealing the flushed and panicked faces of Caitlin's mother and younger sister.

The relentless thrust of his hips made her come again and again as she squealed and screamed, wanting him as she felt his heated body slamming into her again and again, barely feeling the pain of his fingers on her throat. In the midst of another orgasm, her eyes went wide as she felt him stiffen and the base of his massive member tremble moments before a flood of thick, potent sperm shot into her fertile, nubile body. As he filled her, she felt his seed straining around his member as it slid out, feeling terribly full as her orgasm subsided and he remained embedded in her, stretching her body as she felt heard him panting and struggled to catch her own breath. As he eased out, she winced, hot seed pouring out and covering the ground as she suddenly felt terribly empty, shuddering in the aftershocks of her own massive orgasm as she struggled to catch her breath and return to her senses. As she laid there, her heavy chest heaved and the glistening seed between her legs poured out lazily as she breathed deeply, panting with her legs spread, looking completely defeated.

Her mind was a whirl as she laid heavily against the floor, unable to move as hand caressed her cheek. The horror of being filmed made her want to curl up and hide her face, but her body simply wouldn't respond as he recorded her violated frame. Feeling his fingers stroke and pet her silky hair away from her exhausted features, Caitlin could feel the horror of what was happening return to her before she heard him speak, silencing her. Despite the squeal of outrage that left her lips, his hands on her breasts felt gentle as her mind couldn't help but enjoy the pleasant tingles and pulses of pleasure that filled her even at the manipulation of her rapist. Yielding as his hand gripped her breast, and tilting her face to gaze at him, his words horrified her, and she was suddenly frightened as her eyes went wide.

When the other two women were brought in, Caitlin felt her heart sink as she recognized the build of the two women, hoping desperately and futilely that what she suspected wasn't true. She knew her mother and sister well, and nudity had never made them uncomfortable in the house. Both of them seemed frightened as their squeals and pleading fell on deaf ears to the two henchman. Her sister seemed petrified with terror as she stumbled in time with the man pushing and directing her, while her mother was pleading that they take her and not her daughter. Lined up against the wall, both of them were sobbing and trembling as Caitlin fought the urge to scream and beg on their behalf, halted only in that by knowing it would only please Apex and make life harder or all of them.

Suddenly, she was twirled and she gazed down her body between her spread legs at her mother and sister as their hoods were roughly removed and both blinked, their eyes not used to the light after so much darkness. Her sister fell to her knees as she hid from the camera, while her mother did her best to cover the younger girl with her body as she looked at Apex pathetically.