Chapter 3 - Round 1

The quiet room made the dice seem like loud rocks. All four family members looked toward the dice and wondered what they meant as the die slowly finished their roll.

Once the dice stopped their roll, Bosun looked at the dice, picked up an egg cooker, and walked over to Danny.

“Well, boy, that must be beginner’s luck,” said Bosun with a smirking voice. “You get to kick off the fun.”

Bosun explained that Danny had to choose who he wanted to fuck, his mom or his sister. Danny would get three minutes, and Bosun set the egg cooker as a countdown timer. Before the timer ran out, Danny had to give him an answer. If Danny didn’t pick somebody in time, Bosun would cripple a family member.

Bosun put the timer in front of Danny. The boy’s face had turned pale white.

Bosun looked utterly calm, as if this was just another day in the office for him. He sat down on the couch again and looked around. Mom was crying again, Michael was afraid to look up and still looked in pain, and Jenny had the same stare on her face but was now looking at the ceiling. Bosun wondered if she was praying.

The cooker’s ticking was the only sound in the room. For a minute, nobody said or did anything. Stacy was the first one to make a sound and suddenly started to mumble and move her head up and down and all around.

Danny looked up at his mom, wondering what she was trying to say. The gag made everything sound muffled, but it sounded like a single short word, maybe ‘no’ or perhaps the word ‘me’? Danny wasn’t sure.

It was not that he was a virgin that bothered Danny. He had never even touched a female’s vagina. Danny had touched some boobs and made out, but that was as far as he had gotten with any girl.

A few months ago, Danny had spied on his sister when she was in the shower. Jenny didn’t realize he was home and had left the bathroom door unlocked. He had seen her naked body for a few seconds. Afterward, he had masturbated several times to that vision, much to his own embarrassment.

Remembering that event had caused his body to react, and his teenager’s dick got hard within seconds. His mom noticed right away and started moving around again, mumbling something. Bosun had seen the boy’s physical transformation as well.

“Well, with sixty seconds left, it seems our young lad is ready to go,” Bosun said, “I wonder who it will be. Will he take the virginity of sexy sister, or will he go fuck the vagina of the woman who gave birth to him?”

Danny’s face got bright red, but his dick was still rock hard. His dad looked up for a moment but quickly looked away in defeat. The egg timer went off with a loud noise.

Bosun walked over and turned the egg timer off.

“Well, well, who will it be,” Bosun said.

He took Danny’s mouth gag off, and the boy stretched his jaw.

“Well,” Bosun repeated, “We are all waiting.”

“Mom,” said Danny softly.

“I can’t hear you. Say it louder.”

“My mom,” Danny said again, this time slightly louder, followed by a soft “Sorry, mom”.

“No, no,” Bosun looked directly at the boy and grabbed him by the face, and told him to say the complete sentence that he wanted to fuck my mom.

Danny’s mouth opened and said softly ‘I wanna fuck my mom”, as tears rolled out of his eyes. His erection was gone.

“Good enough, I guess,” said Bosun, looking over his shoulder towards Stacy, “It seems your son picked you.”

He let go of the boy’s face and walked over to Stacy. It got a tiny key out of his pocket and unlocked her.

“Leave your gag on,” Bosun said, “Nobody wants to hear you cry, certainly not me.”

Stacy put her hands in front of her chest after she was unlocked to shield herself. She had been nude in front of this stranger and her children, and covering herself gave her a bit of comfort.

When Bosun kneeled next to Stacy, she could smell the strong scent of dirt, salt, and fish and wondered if this man was homeless or a fisherman. His first instinct was to struggle, but then she remembered his words. Cooperate, or it will be worse. She also remembered from one of her shows, Law and Order SVU, that it is about surviving, and right now, surviving means staying alive.

Bosun picked Stacy up like she weighed nothing, put her on his shoulder, and planted her on the dinner table. Stacy had admired the table earlier this week on how sturdy it was, but now she realized this same table would be where the most horrendous things would happen. She was about to be raped in front of her husband, daughter, and the disgusting stranger. And her son was going to be her rapist, whether he liked it or not.

Stacy was crying, but despite everything, she was glad her son had picked her and not his sister Jenny. She knew Jenny took her virginity very seriously, as she and Jenny had lengthy discussions about it. She also wondered if it was relevant, as she doubted it would stop after she had been raped by her son.

Bosun used two pieces of rope to tie Stacy’s ankles to the legs of the table. The ropes were not tight, but tight enough so she could not move her feet out of them. Stacy felt very vulnerable and exposed in this position as her legs were spread wide and her privates exposed. It reminded her of doing a pap smear at a doctor.

Next, Bosun put her hands above her head and tied them with another rope towards the end of the table. ‘This man is very skilled with ropes,’ Stacy thought, ‘another clue that he might be a local fisherman.’ She made a mental note to add that to the list of things to tell the police if they survived.

Once Bosun verified that Stacy couldn’t escape, he uncuffed her son Danny and pushed him towards his mother.

“Every fucked before?” Bosun asked.

Danny didn’t answer but mumbled again to his mom, saying how sorry he was. Danny resisted the urge to scream and run, afraid of what this dangerous man would do. The man was twice Danny’s weight, and Danny knew he wouldn’t stand a chance in a one-on-one fight.

Bosun pushed Danny until he was only a few feet away from his defenseless mother and turned him so he faced his mother’s wide-opened leg. Danny didn’t want to look at his mother, but Bosun pushed his face up, and Danny could see tears in his mother’s eyes.

The man didn’t give Danny much time to process. Suddenly, he felt a hand on the back of his head, and the man told him to bend over.

“Here, smell it,” the man said with his strong accent, “That is the smell of your mom’s pussy that you are about to fuck.”

Instinctively Danny sniffed, and his nose picked up the sweet, dark scent of his mom’s vagina, and within seconds, his dick was hard again. The blessing and the curse of being a teenage boy.

Bosun shoved Danny forward hard enough that he almost tripped. Danny had to use his mom’s legs to recover. When straightening, Danny realized that his cock was now directly lined up against his mother’s vagina. At fifteen, he was almost as tall as his dad, and the table looked like it was the perfect height for him to fuck his mom.

“You have 15 minutes to put your cum into your mom’s cunt’, Bosun said in his authoritarian voice, “Better start fucking, or I will find a knife and stick it up your ass and make you fuck her that way.”

From a distance, Micheal and his daughter Jenny watched the scene in shock. There was nothing they could do. Tears slowly appeared in Jenny’s eyes again. She looked at her dad in desperation. Jenny found it hard to look at him because every time she did, she was very aware of her dad’s naked penis. This time, she noticed his penis was slightly erect, and that angered her more. ‘Was he enjoying this?’ she wondered. ‘What pervert gets hard seeing his son about to fuck his mother?’

The man told Danny to aim his cock at his mother’s vagina. Jenny turned her face away from everything so she didn’t have to watch her mom, brother, or father. Just as she did, she heard a loud smack. Bosun had smacked Danny on the back of his head and pushed him forward. She could see from her mom’s reaction that Danny had just penetrated her.

Danny could feel the warmth of his mom’s vagina around his cock, and part of him was excited to do this, but that feeling was quickly put into the background.

“Get moving, boy! Unless you want a torn asshole,” Bosun reminded him.

Having never had sex before, Danny was unsure what to do. He slowly moved his butt back and forth and could feel his mom’s tightness. Danny couldn’t look at her and had his eyes closed. He assumed his mom also had her eyes closed.

Closing his eyes made Danny’s mind wander. He fantasized daily about fucking girls in his class when he masturbated and imagined what it would feel like to stick his dick in their vaginas. He would picture what they looked like naked. Seeing his sister naked had only strengthened the desire to have sex.

The sex thoughts were racing through Danny’s brain. When he masturbated, he could feel his own hand, but today, it was his mother’s vagina. His body started to feel a bit weird. Danny was familiar with the feeling. It was the thrill of excitement building in his teenage body and getting closer to an orgasm. It was much quicker than usual. But he had never fucked before or been inside a vagina, so who could really blame him, even though it was his moms.

Stacy must have noticed as well, as she started to move her hips. Danny planted his hands on her hips to keep himself inside and opened his eyes. In the erotic rush, he had almost forgotten that she wasn’t willingly fucking him. He could see the panic in his mom’s eyes, and she banged her head on the table.

Bosun was standing next to Stacy and had been watching from the other end of the table, not wanting to block the view of Stacy’s husband and daughter. They looked away most of the time, but he saw them sneaking a peak of watching their close family members performing this forced, incestuous act. He leaned over and unclipped the mouth gag from Stacy.

“Why are you banging your head like that? Don’t you want your boy to finish inside his mommy’s cunt?”

The second part was a rhetorical question, but he wondered why she was banging her head.

Stacy swallowed and spit a bit. The bang had released a bunch of bitter liquid in her mouth.

“Hey,” Bosun said with apparent anger in his voice, “that is my piss you are spitting. That is the only liquid you get, so better not waste it.”

Danny had stopped fucking his mom, unsure what was happening. His body felt ready to explode, but he was sort of afraid that he wasn’t supposed to orgasm now. He knew ethically he wasn’t supposed to enjoy fucking his mom. Still, his teenage body didn’t seem to care, and he had trouble controlling it.

“Please, Mr Bosun, please don’t let him cum inside me,” Stacy said with a sniff, “I am not on birth control anymore. My husband and I use condoms these days.” Her voice was breaking up from emotion, and she stuttered, trying to get the sentence out.

“Well, dear, what do you propose?” Bosun said, bringing his face close to her mouth.

“Maybe my mouth?” Stacy replied, understanding she had to give him a valid alternative. She was almost throwing up just thinking about it, but it was better than getting pregnant from her son. Stacy surprised herself that she could still think straight, given the circumstances. She hoped that she hadn’t given the evil guy an idea and forced her son to finish inside her on purpose in the hope that she would get pregnant.

“Please, Mr Bosun. Anywhere but inside my cooch,” Stacy begged with a soft voice.

Bosun slapped Stacy’s head, and she yelped in pain.

“Use the word ‘cunt’ next time,” he said, “and I didn’t say blowjob. He is supposed to fuck you.”

Bosun stood straight up, making himself look taller like he had made some significant decree.

“Step back, boy,” Bosun said, looking straight into Danny’s eyes. The look was so stern that Denny almost pissed himself, but his dick was too hard to be able to piss.

To Stacy’s surprise, Bosun undid the knot around her hands and walked to the other end of her table, pushing Danny further backward. ‘Could it be over,’ Stacy thought. Bosun leaned down and removed Stacy’s feet from the ropes.

Danny watched Bosun and thought he should attack him, but he was too afraid to move. Instead, he used his hands to cover his penis, trying to hide his shame. He could feel his sister judging him.

Jenny wasn’t angry with her brother. She was furious with a stranger who had forced her family to endure this situation. Furious like only a teenage girl could be. And maybe a bit angry at her dad for bringing them here.

Stacy was confused that the man had untied her. ‘Was there a god after all, and would this be over soon,’ she wondered. A few minutes ago, she had decided that all those hours in church had been worthless, but now she had regained some hope. That’s when the thought crossed her mind.