Survival - By Thunder
Chapter One

Vicky was a striking woman.  Respected by her peers at the prestigious law firm.  She never failed to catch the men in the office admiring her 5'10" athletic body she worked so hard on.  She needed the attention to re-assure herself that she had not lost her appeal.  At 45, she was starting over again since her husband Jim of 18 years was killed in an automobile accident a year ago.  Now, she was alone to raise their only daughter Megan.  Megan, at 17 is a mirror image of her mom.  Tall, long blond hair, ample breasts but not as large as her mothers still perky 38D's.  Both were proud of their long, shapely legs.  Both Vicky and Megan could share the same jeans with a 34" inseam.  After their loss of  Jim, they grew closer together and became more like close friends than mother and daughter.  Megan helped Vicky stay young in appearance by suggesting a more revealing style of dress.  Shorter skirts, blouses that enhanced her proud breasts, stylish hair makeover and even talked her back into wearing higher spike heels to make her legs more attractive. 

After winning a very important civil case recently, Vicky was being considered for a partnership in the firm.  She was presented with a large cash bonus for her hard work on the case.  She also received a pair of tickets to the Bahamas for her and Megan to enjoy a two week vacation.   The bonus and vacation was a welcome adventure for Vicky since she had not really had an opportunity to enjoy life since the accident. 

Megan was delighted as well and started planning their fun.  The first trip was to the swim wear shop for new bikinis.  At Megan's insistence, Vicky tried on a skimpy thong bikini with a half cup demi style top with push up pads that made Vicky look even bigger with lots of cleavage.  Vicky almost put her foot down but Megan prevailed and she bought the outrageous little thing just to appease Megan.  When they got home, Megan insisted on seeing what it really looked like on her mom.  When they both tried on their new purchases to model for each other, it was very evident that a bikini wax was needed for both.  They giggled together and talked about just shaving completely instead of the pain of a wax. 

Megan didn't hesitate and ran off to perform the task at once.  Vicky went into her own bathroom and drew a nice hot bath.  After soaking for a while, she decided to go through with it and picked up her razor.  A few minutes later, Vicky held a hand mirror in proper position to admire her handy work.   She was surprised at the feeling of arousal she had just looking at her nakedness.  Nothing to hide her charms now.  She was having some very naughty thoughts of the men at the office trying to peek up her skirt and getting an eye full of what she was admiring in the mirror.  She knew it would drive them wild.  She mused a bit about the suggestion Megan kept making about getting rid of the suffocating pantyhose and going for the lace top thigh high stocking she and Megan had discovered at Victoria's Secret.  Megan had purchased several pair and told Vicky how wonderful they felt.  Vicky made a mental note to pick up a few pair for the trip. 

After the bath and shave, Vicky went into the kitchen to fix some dinner and Megan came in to help.  Like a school girl, Vicky would look at Megan and just start giggling and laughing about both of them now being even more alike with bald pussies.   They ate dinner and then got down to the serious part of planning for the trip. 

Three weeks later and it was the day of the big vacation.  Everything packed and ready to go, they went to the airport in a limo.  They were both dressed like twins and fairly hard to tell apart.  Both wore a white satin, button up the front blouse, black skirt that stopped at mid thigh, identical heels, and for Vicky, her new thigh high stocking and frilly panties.  At the airport, the driver came around to open the door for them.  Megan was the first out and Vicky was shocked to see Megan slide one leg out first and was obviously giving the driver a good look up her skirt.  He had a smile a mile wide.  Vicky got out and kept both legs together and could tell the driver was disappointed as soon as his smile disappeared.  As soon as they got in the airport, Vicky asked Megan what she thought she was doing.  Megan just replied for Vicky to lighten up and this was a vacation and they were supposed to have fun.  Attracting men's attention was fun.  Vicky made an off hand comment that she hopped the driver liked the panties Megan had shown him.  Megan just smiled at Vicky, put her finger to her cheek and said innocently, "what panties?"  Vicky smacked Megan on her bottom in a playful manner.  Arm and arm, they went off to the ticket counter with the sky cap and bags following close behind admiring the sight of these two exceptional women.

The flight was long but uneventful and they were met by a limo driver to take them to their hotel.  Megan pulled the same stunt with the new driver and Vicky sternly warned Megan against causing such an attraction that would get them in trouble.  Megan just giggled.

They got to the hotel and were very pleased at the upscale surroundings.  They were shown to their spacious two bedroom suite and Megan kept running between the bedrooms trying to decide which one she wanted while Vicky took care of the bell hop that delivered the baggage.  Megan chose her room and went off to put on her bikini and told Vicky to get moving so they could hit the pool before dinner and soak up some rays.  Vicky went to the empty room and changed.  After admiring her body in the mirror for a few minutes she felt good about the way the new suit flattered her figure.  She had never been in public before wearing a thong and was a bit self conscious about sporting her ass cheeks for the world to see.  She stood there for a few minutes, looking at her rear end in the mirror and decided she worked hard for what she was looking at, she might as well show them off.  She met Megan at the door and off they went. 

They found lounge chairs by the pool and each took turns rubbing sun screen on each other bodies.  Vicky felt a bit awkward standing there with Megan seeming to take extra time rubbing lotion on her ass cheeks.  Megan was making them bounce and dance by rubbing back and forth and up and down almost as if to show her mom off to anyone that wanted to see her firm ass cheeks.  Vicky finally pulled away from Megan and spun around to see Megan grinning up at her with a devilish look in her eyes.  Megan giggled and said, "C'mon Mom, flaunt it, you got it."

They both lay on the lounge chairs and enjoyed the sun.  It felt so good to be warmed to the bone and the oil just made their skin tingle with vitality.  Vicky had thoughts of wishing Jim could be with them to enjoy the rewards of her hard work.  Vicky must have fallen asleep because she was startled when a waiter from the bar asked her if she wanted a drink.  She ordered an alcoholic drink served in a pineapple for both her and Megan.  Vicky was allowing Megan to drink every so often to show her how to drink responsibly.

After they finished their drinks, they decided to go up to their rooms to get ready for dinner.  They showered and dressed for dinner in the dinning room.  Megan pleaded for just one more exotic drink in the pineapple and Vicky called room service and had two more sent to the room while they finished getting ready. 

Room service knocked and Vicky came out of her room to answer the door and was shocked to see Megan had already let the waiter into the room.  Megan was just holding a towel in front of her and didn't even have it wrapped around her naked body.  When Vicky saw this she called Megan's name out loud and Megan turned to face Vicky, exposing her naked ass to the waiter.  Vicky was a bit angry and told Megan to leave the room.  Megan walked into her bedroom but didn't cover up her backside as she went.  Vicky shot the waiter a stern look when she caught him admiring Megan's ass.

When the waiter left, Vicky took the drink into Megan and scolded her about the dangers of flaunting it too much that it would do nothing but get them into trouble.  They sipped the drinks and finished dressing.  Megan put on a short white pleated shirt, dark red silk blouse and matching red pumps with a moderate heel.  At Megan's instance, Vicky was dressed the same, even to the thigh highs that Vicky had to admit were comfortable.  Vicky insisted Megan wear panties this time and though pouting, she put on a pair of red lacy thong panties.

As they were about the leave, there was a knock on the door.  There stood the same waiter holding two more drinks, apologizing for his rude behavior earlier and said the drinks were on the house.  He set them down and retreated in a hurry leaving the two women looking at each other.  Vicky shrugged her shoulders and said 'what the hell" and handed the squealing and jumping Megan another pineapple drink.  They took the drinks to the balcony to admire the sunset and sip their drinks.

About half way through the drink, Vicky started feeling dizzy.  She looked at Megan and saw Megan's eyes half closed and her pupils dilated.   Vicky knew they were in trouble and instinct took over.  Vicky stood and tried to walk into the living room area to call for help.  Her legs just didn't want to move.  As she staggered into the living area, frantically looking for the phone, she looked up to see the door open and four men enter.  The waiter that had brought the drinks was one of them.  She tried to speak but lost consciousness.

Vicky woke with a crashing headache.  Disoriented, her eyes started to focus in the dim light.  As she was coming to full consciousness, she realized her hands were above her head for some reason and tried to pull them down.  She froze in panic when she realized she couldn't free her hands.  As she moved and tried to free herself, she realized her muscles were sore when she tried to move.  She thought she must have been hanging there for quite some time to have made her sore.  As her eyes began to focus more, she realized she was facing Megan who was hanging by her wrists less that five feet away.  Poor beautiful Megan, her hair disheveled and covering her face.  There was a puddle at Megan's feet and Vicky knew she must have lost control of her bladder in her drug induced sleep.  Vicky wanted to go to Megan and hold her and make every thing OK but she knew she had to keep her wits and survival instincts sharp.  There would be time later for consoling.

Vicky heard a door open behind her and spun around to confront the threat.  A small, well dressed oriental woman and a large, rather ugly man entered together.  The pair walked across the room and stood on either side of Megan so they faced Vicky.  The oriental woman finally spoke after surveying the puddle under Megan.  She told Vicky her name was Mistress Kim and that Vicky and the little kitten that needed house breaking was now her property.  Vicky asked what that meant and Mistress Kim replied she had purchased Vicky and Megan from a slave trader from the Bahamas.  When Vicky insisted on knowing where they were and when they would be released, Mistress Kim just laughed and walked up to Vicky. 

Mistress Kim was quite a bit shorter than Vicky but she looked up at Vicky with an evil look and just reached out with her delicate small hand and stroked Vicky between her legs.  Vicky was appalled and drew back from the assault.  Mistress Kim snapped her fingers and the ugly thug knelt behind Vicky, grabbed her ankles and roughly spread them apart.  Mistress Kim again reached out her hand and slipped it under Vicky's short skirt.  Vicky tried to move away from the unwanted touch but could not.  Mistress Kim smiled up at Vicky and said, "get used to being touched, that is what I bought you two for". 

Vicky almost passed out with rage at being touched in this manner.  Mistress Kim went on to explain that Vicky and Megan were now the property of Mistress Kim's sex club in Thailand.  The clientele would pay big bucks to spend intimate time with such a tall striking blond.  Vicky struggled and wept at the cruel words Mistress Kim was speaking.  This was just too much to take and Vicky lapsed back into unconsciousness. 

The next time she woke, she was in a different room, sitting in a chair.  She was alone in the small room. She checked herself over and she was still dressed as before, nothing wrong.  But then she felt the metal collar around her neck and the pad lock holding it in place.  A long chain was lying on the table next to her.  There was also a small ear piece like a hearing aid on the table.  Next to the table was a TV monitor.  She called out to see if anyone was there.  Nothing.

A long time went by, or at least it seemed like a long time.  Vicky jerked in surprise as the monitor snapped on by itself and Mistress Kim was on the monitor.  She was seated and was talking into the camera like she was just chatting with Vicky like they were old friends.  Vicky was repulsed by the woman, remembering the stroking Mistress Kim had given her just before she passed out again.  Mistress Kim explained to Vicky that she was going to go on stage in a few moments and do her first live performance.  Vicky shot back something like when hell freezes over. 

Mistress Kim smiled gently and snapped her fingers.  The camera lens swung wide to the left and the new image shocked Vicky to her toes.  Megan, still hanging from her wrists with the ugly thug standing very close.  The camera swung back to Mistress Kim and zoomed in for a close up of her face.  Mistress Kim stared into the camera and her whole face seemed to warp into something evil.  She spat the words out to Vicky that if Vicky did not do exactly what she was told to do and without hesitation, the little virgin of a daughter would loose her virginity to the ugly thug just waiting to take care of the deed. 

Vicky got so angry she was red in the face, her fists clenched in rage.  Mistress Kim changed her demeanor back to the sweet gentle voice and asked Vicky to pick up the ear piece and put it in her ear.  Vicky got the ear piece and stuck it in.  Mistress Kim spoke into a microphone and Vicky could hear the awful voice in here ear as if the evil woman was inside her head.  The TV monitor went black.

The ear piece crackled and Vicky heard the voice tell her to stand up, face the wall and place her hands against it.  Vicky did as she was told and she heard the door open.  Two large men came in and took her by the arms and on the way out the door, one of them grabbed the chain from the table.  Vicky was taken to a dimly lit area that was pretty large with a curtain on one side of the room and a table at the other side against a wall.  There was a curious metal pole mounted in the middle of the room. 

The two men took Vicky into the center of the room and locked one end of the chain with a padlock to the metal collar around her neck.  With that done, one of the men got a step ladder and climbed a few rungs to reach a hook suspended from a long wire that went to the ceiling.  When Vicky looked up to see what was going on, she saw large lights suspended from the ceiling, the type used in stage productions.  How odd Vicky thought.  The men then wheeled in a large TV monitor and placed it up next to the large curtained wall and about ten feet to Vicky's left.  The monitor sparked on and the image showed poor Megan still hanging there with the thug standing next to her.  This time, the pig had his cock out, stroking it with one hand and squeezing Megan's breast with the other.  Vicky screamed only to hear the ear piece bark the order to shut up.

Mistress Kim explained in a firm tone that Vicky would perform exactly as she was instructed to do or the ugly thug would rape both of Megan's virgin holes while Vicky was forced to watch the monitor.  Vicky stiffened and agreed by shaking her head.  Mistress Kim's voice ordered Vicky to stand facing the curtain with her legs apart and her head bowed.  When Vicky complied, the curtain parted and blazing lights blasted her in the face. 

A roar went up from a crowd of men somewhere in the room.  The lights were so bright Vicky could not see them.  She held up her hands and the ear piece barked to get her hands away from her face.  In shock, Vicky dropped her hands immediately.

The ear piece talked to Vicky's brain and ordered Vicky to remove her panties.  Vicky hesitated and looked in fear at the monitor.  The thug reached under Megan's skirt and ripped the red lace panties off her helpless body and held them up for Vicky to see.  Vicky started to tear up and reached for the hem of her skirt.  As she was raising the hem, the ear piece told her not to raise it too high and give the crowd a look too soon.  Vicky awkwardly peeled the thong panties from between the cheeks of her ass and dropped them on the floor.  She was immediately ordered to pick them up and throw them into the audience.  As she started to reach for them, the chain attached to her collar stopped her short and damn near choked her. 

She stood back up and screamed, "HOW"!  The ear piece told her to use her imagination and be quick about it.  Vicky put the toe of her shoe under the panties and kicked them into the audience.  The crowd cheered loudly.

The ear piece ordered Vicky to take off her blouse and bra.  Vicky froze and more tears welled up.  Through the haze of tears, she could see the monitor and was horrified to see the thug ripping poor Megan's blouse to shreds.  Vicky wailed but started to unbutton her blouse.  The crowd cheered again.

As Vicky was letting the blouse slide off the last arm, the ear piece barked, "in the crowd, throw it NOW".  Like a zombie, Vicky tossed the blouse in the crowd.  She could hear the mad scramble for it.  The ear piece barked for the bra next and Vicky glanced at the monitor and saw poor Megan had already lost her bra and the thug was pawing both naked breasts.  Vicky screamed again and in one quick movement, unhooked the bra and flung it away.  In an act of involuntary modesty, Vicky folded her arms across her breasts.  The ear piece barked an evil hiss into her brain, "stand up straight you cunt and let them look at your tits."  Vicky was so shocked at this command and the way it was said and the language used, she stood up straight like she had been shocked.  Her hands now at her sides, the crowd hooted and cat called yelling for her to bounce her tits for them.  The evil ear piece cooed in her ear, "give them what they want slut, bounce your tits for them".
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