The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

WARNING - Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are

happy to read about these things

This starts slow, don't expect any 'sex' for some time

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This a rough read, do not proceed if you do not want to read

about death, abuse and enslavement. This is written down for

those that want to read about these things, not to be criticised

for any moral reasons. If you are happy to admit that you are

indeed a sick fuck, feel free to read on

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Friday 14th May 1971

02:14 am

What would you do if you'd just been kicked out of your

house at age eighteen with $500, a car and a gun?

That's the situation I'm in. Yeah, it sucks. Driving on

the empty freeway at 2:00 AM, thoughts racing through my

head. I only pulled over to dig up my diary and start

writing, I don't even know why I am. I guess it'll calm

me down.

My parents have finally cracked. Shit went down tonight.

Dad yelling at me and mom, throwing stuff and threatening

us. Finally he packed a bag and stormed off in the Ford.

Mom starts on the crack, and I tell her to cut that shit

out. A one hour argument ensues, ending in a brawl that

she started. Finally I snapped, and barricaded myself in

my room. As I threw together a couple of bags of clothes,

I could hear bottles breaking against my door, and sobs

coming from the hall. Oh sure, she's upset now, but for

the seven hundredth time and still no fucking change.

I debated over taking my gun for a long time. It could

encourage me to resort to crime. But eventually I decided

just to go for it. If anything, just for safety.

The last thing I grabbed was my keys. I worked weeks for

this Chevelle, no way I'm leaving it to my cracked up

mother. She'd have it totaled in a week. It's the last

car we've got? She can walk, it'll do her some fucking

good.

I climbed out the window and took the leap down into the

front yard. She heard me, and soon came staggering out

the door, but I was in the car and pulling away by then.

The last I heard from her, and the last I think I will

ever hear from her, was a slurred curse and one last

bottle smash. Good riddance.

I took to the freeway, and headed into downtown LA. I

still have no clue where I'm going after tonight. But I

stole mom's stash before leaving, and I know I'll need

money. I've got to go and sell some drugs. I stole dad's

stash too, or what he left of it. But I don't even know

what some of this shit is. Best to leave it for now.

I know a few guys who'll buy from me. Then I'll sort out

what the fuck I'm doing.

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Friday 14th May 1971

02:57 am

The drugs are sold. My $500 is up to $700. Not a bad

haul, for dealing at eighteen.

Now I've got to work out where the hell I'm gonna go.

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Friday 14th May 1971

04:05 am

I've been driving for some time now. Need a quick break.

After thinking things over for a while, I decided to take

the interstate. I'm cruising down empty lanes in the

direction of Arizona. No idea really what I'm doing or

where I'll end up.

I was right about the gun though. I've driven past a few

parked trailers on the side of the road. And every time,

I wonder how easy it would be to slash their tires and

rob them.

Of course, there is the danger of the occupants being

armed. But I've been in some tight spots before. I trust

my instincts.

Maybe if I see the perfect chance.

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Friday 14th May 1971

06:59 am

Fucking hell, what a night.

After continuing on the interstate for a few miles after

that break, I came across the 'perfect chance'.

It was the car that stopped me. I saw another trailer in

the distance, and slowed down to look carefully as I

passed it. Upon drawing level, the car came into view.

It was a Chevelle. A different model, but a Chevvy

nonetheless. At this point, I knew I could do something

here. I know the Chevelle fucking well. I know I can jack

that car. Heck, I've had to do it a few times for my own.

I drove a couple of hundred metres past it, and cut off

the engine when my tires hit the dirt. After getting a

few things together, I climbed out and locked up.

The walk back to the trailer was nerve racking. Anxiety

filled me. What if I woke the inhabitants up when I

drove past? And they heard me stop? What then? Would they

be armed and ready, watching me even now as I walked

towards their little campsite?

It was quaint. The fire had burnt low, embers smoldering

at the bottom of the pit. Faded camp furniture sat in a

circle around it. The awning was set up, and an empty

cooler was leant against the wheel. I tried to use this

to judge what I was dealing with here. But it didn't give

away much. This could be a group of lads out for a night

of drinking, or a family on their way to Texas. No way

of knowing at all.

I had to find out though.

Carefully, I crept up to the window of the car and

peered inside. Nothing, it was empty. Breathing a sigh

of relief, I continued to the trailer. The windows were

mostly covered, but through small gaps I could just about

make out the interior.

Inside I could see three people outlined in the beds. In

the double was a man and woman, obviously husband and

wife. And in the single at the other end of the trailer

was a girl, probably their daughter. Other thoughts

began entering my mind at this point. But I pushed them

away. I had to keep to the plan.

Finally I checked for any signs of weapons. There was

nothing visible.

Slowly, I backed away from the window of the trailer and

headed to the driver's door of the car. After kneeling

down and retrieving the necessary tools from my rucksack,

I got to work.

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually I got the

door open quietly. I'd been ready to sprint back to my

car at any point, and it was a relief to relax and take

a seat in the family's Chevelle. The interior was much

less well kept. Evidently they didn't care to maintain

theirs, the idiots. Maybe I'll sort it out.

It was quicker to get the thing going. After a few long

moments, I had it ready. There was no turning back after

that point, though. Once the engine started, they woke

up for sure.

I braced myself. Then fired up the engine. It was a

beautiful sound, but there was no time to admire it. In

seconds, I'd shifted and was pulling away into the dirt.

My plan was simple. It was a moonlit night, and I could

see a small mesa roughly four hundred yards from the road

on the right. Due to the way the interstate is curved

at that point, there's no way to see behind that rock

from the road.

Perfect place to roll a trailer.

It was lucky the ground was mostly flat. I didn't want

any issues too early. Still, it was a bumpy ride. The

car bounced all over the place, and I had difficulty

steering us towards the mesa. But soon the car rounded

it, and I took action.

After spotting a low ledge, and giving the wheel a few

sharp tugs, I spun the car round and sent the trailer

crashing down into the rock strewn ground. There was a

shearing noise as the metal tether that held the two

vehicles together shattered, then a resounding crash

when the collision with the ground occurred. The car

continued its turn, and I steered out of the skid to come

to a standstill facing the overturned trailer.

I cut the engine instantly, and withdrew my gun. Climbing

out of the car, I kept my eyes trained on the falling

dust around the crash. No one emerged from its murky

depths.

Taking a few steps forward, I leant low and peered in

through the smashed front window.

I could see the parents already. I'd gotten lucky. The

crash had sent the father flying across the trailer. He

was lying on the wall, his crushed figure still breathing

but I knew it was only a matter of time. The mother had

suffered similarly, though she appeared to have remained

wrapped in some bedsheets and wasn't broken like her

husband. She was draped on the kitchen cabinets,

unconscious.

The position of the daughter's bed meant that she'd

had the least impact. I caught sight of her, curled up

in the corner of her cubicle, dazed and confused. The

crash had certainly knocked her. She turned her head

and her eyes came to rest on me.

I fixed my gaze on her, and kept the gun pointed in her

direction. "Don't move, girl" I called quietly to her.

I decided to add, a few seconds later, "And no shouting.

Or you'll all get a bullet."

Terror sparked on her face. But she remained silent.

I made my way through the shattered glass, and into the

trailer, approaching her. Her eyes were wide with horror,

as they came to rest on the strewn figures of her

parents.

I had been prepared to kill people inside the trailer if

they survived the crash. But I didn't know what to do

with this girl.

She's hot. I'd say, maybe, a year or two younger than me.

A cute face, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. It was

hard to tell underneath all the blankets, but her figure

looked alright too.

I didn't want to have to decide then what to do.

So I took out the rope and gaffer tape I'd stored in my

rucksack along with the car jacking tools, and approached

the girl. She saw what was in my hands and began to move

away, the fear on her face mounting and tears appearing

in her eyes. But one look at the gun that I swiftly

returned to her face kept her quiet and still.

Quickly I bound and gagged her. Then I proceeded to

carry her out to the Chevelle and lay her across the

back seat. She kicked and struggled, but I was good with

knots. She wasn't going anywhere.

Returning to the trailer, I saw the dad stirring. I

decided it would be kinder to end his misery quickly.

I took the last of the rope and swiftly fastened it

round his neck.

When that dirty work was done I turned to the wife.

She was similar to her daughter, in many regards. Still

quite young, maybe in her late thirties, and her skin

was untouched by age. She had large, juicy breasts that

I proceeded to feel with my empty hand. Her long slender

legs emerged from the bedsheets, and I wondered what

kind of ass they led to.

Carefully I unwrapped her from the white cotton, and

her beautiful body emerged, dressed only in thin black

underwear.

It was at this point that I knew I had to keep them. Her

and her daughter. What a pair. What a catch.

I was very aware that I hadn't set out tonight to kidnap

two girls. Or any, for that matter. But things change.

And sometimes you've just got to go with it.

I swiftly bound the mother too, then carried her to the

car. Dumping her on top of her crying daughter was fun.

I was tempted to arrange them so the mothers tits would

be in her daughter's face. But there were more important

things to do.

I returned to the trailer one last time, and rummaged

around for a few minutes.

It turned out I was very lucky the father wasn't still

awake after the crash. I found a magnum and a shotgun

in one of the cabinets, along with a considerable stock

of bullets. I found one of the family's bags, and began

putting together some things. Food, clothes, the guns,

and all sorts of other things that I could use went into

the bag quickly.

Lastly, in the nightstand, I found the dad's wallet and

the mom's purse. I took only the cash, but between them

they had $400. Evidently they had been planning a long

trip. I also found the car keys, which would make the

journey back easier.

After emerging from the wreck with my own rucksack and the

new large bag full of scavenged items, I climbed into

the car and tossed the bags on top of the girls. The mom

was still out cold, and the daughter still had tears

pouring down her face. It appeared she had lost the

energy to cry outright, resorting to quiet sobbing.

I ferried them and the bags to my own car, then retrieved

some of the furniture from the family's original camp.

Now it just looks like a lazy group has left it without

cleaning up.

After hooking up the family's Chevelle to my own, I

drove a couple of miles further down the interstate

until I reached where I am now, in a sheltered hollow

a little to the right of the road, far out of sight.

I think I'll take a break here for a while. I've still

got to decide what to do with these girls. They've been

driving me crazy with longing ever since I put them in

the car.

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Friday 14th May 1971

08:23 am

I love having girls in the back of my car.

After laying back and having a drink and a few cigs to

calm down, I turned and saw the daughter looking at me

with the same terror etched on her face. I laughed, and

blew a cloud of smoke in her face. She coughed violently

into her gag and turned away, fresh tears glistening in

her eyes.

I faced the wheel again, and began turning the radio

dial. Eventually it tuned in, and I could hear through

the static a local news report coming in.

There was nothing of note.

Although I was certain the overturned trailer and the

body of the father wouldn't be found, at least for some

time, it was nice to know.

I continued tuning the radio, until it hit a channel

playing some music. Leaning back in the seat, I smoked

the cigarette and watched as the sun started rising.

My mind wandered to the girls.

I looked back again, and saw her still looking at me.

"What you looking at?" I asked her. She couldn't reply

with her gag, but the direct address still stung her.

I climbed out of the car and got into the back with the

two girls. The mom's legs were on my lap, and the

daughter's face rested on the seat near my waist. I

rearranged them, so the daughter was now on top and her

face rested on my right leg.

Carefully, I pulled the gaffer tape off her mouth. "Be

careful what you say, girl" I told her. "You don't want

to fuck up now."

She remained quiet, though I sensed her breaths quicken.

"What are your names?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

I reached forward and took the gun from the passenger

seat. After peeling off her mother's gag, I forced the

gun into her unconscious mouth. I repeated, "what are

your names, girl?"

She swallowed. "I.. I'm.. Amy" she stammered. "And she's

m.. my... my mother, Dianne."

"Amy what?" I asked.

"Ross."

I sat back. So, Amy and Dianne Ross. What a pair they

are. The father must have had a constant hard on at home.

I also had a hard on at that moment.

I began unbuckling my belt. Amy saw what I was doing, and

recoiled.

"Ever had a boyfriend before, Amy?" I asked her. Slowly,

she nodded. "Well" I continued, "you ever given a blowjob

to a boyfriend before?"

"No" she said quickly.

"Probably thought you were too good for that, huh?" I

suggested.

She didn't respond.

I laughed again. "Yeah, you girls are all the same. Think

you're purer than the rest of us. Always looking down,

disapproving. Well, news flash, that ain't gonna be how

it is any more. You'll do what the fuck I say."

I could see fresh moisture glistening in her eyes. At the

same time, I wondered if she was becoming moist down

below. That would make her a sick sad little fuck if she

was. Although the sick fuck is probably me for thinking

it.

I continued with my belt, then pulled down my jeans and

briefs. Amy watched in horror as my cock emerged, tall

and thick and topped with specks of precum. I again

pointed the gun at her head.

"Open wide" I ordered jokingly. "Here comes the airplane,

Amy."

Her face at that moment was priceless.

But I'd had enough of her stalling, so I grabbed her by

her hair and dragged her head over to my cock. She gasped

and writhed in the seat, but had nowhere to go. When she

opened her mouth again I took the opportunity and forced

her head down, my cock entering her sweet little mouth.

She gagged and tried to pull away, but I held her fast.

Quickly I started pounding back and forth, fucking her

throat for all it was worth. Tears began streaming from

her eyes, and muffled moaning noises escaped between her

lips and my rapidly pumping shaft. I leant back and let

out a long groan, days of stress being released on this

glorious little minx of a girl. I cared little for her

well being, even for her air. It was only after I felt

her struggles weakening that I realised she hadn't had

a breath for nearly a minute. I released her, and her

head shot up from my throbbing dick, strands of drool

and precum trailing from her lips. She took in several

deep breaths of air, her streaming eyes focused on me.

I gave her only a moment of brief respite, before taking

her by the scruff of the neck and forcing her down once

again. She didn't even have time to take a breath, not

that I intended on letting her have any.

I've had unconsenting girls before. Normally in dark

backstreets in the dead of night with a girl too drunk

or drugged up to fight back. But this level of control?

Girls tied up in the back of my car with no one around

for miles? This allows me to try a few things I've always

wanted to do.

First of these was to have a girl pass out on my cock. A

long time fetish of mine.

I held Amy's head down, and began pumping my cock in and

out of her resisting throat. She was struggling, her

lower half writhing around on top of her mother. But no

movement she made could dislodge my iron grip on the back

of her head.

I turned her slightly, keeping her tightly pressed to my

crotch, so that I could see her eyes. She stared up at

me, and I could see terror and anger in them. The human

jaw can't bite properly with something lodged in the

throat. I'd felt her try a couple of times.

After half a minute of holding her head down on my cock,

her struggles reached their peak. She was thrashing

around, as much as a bound girl can, and probably hurting

her mother below her. I didn't care, however. I was

simply loving the feeling of her throat gagging and

retching around the base of my shaft.

Quickly, her movements faltered. I could feel her become

weaker, and the gagging in her throat become much less

frequent.

Her eyes, still trained on my own, began to droop. What

had been struggles in her limbs became twitches, and

soon all that was left was her open eyes. Slowly, they

rolled up into her head as she drifted to sleep.

I withdrew my raging cock and began jacking off furiously

over her unconscious face. She coughed back to life just

as I crested and sent a wave of cum all over her pretty

features. Strands landed in her eyes and mouth, and she

began twisting around, disoriented and confused.

When I was completely spent I rose up out of the door,

Amy's head falling down onto the back seat. I spat once

on her cum drenched face, then turned and walked around

the car. The rising sun glistened on my sweat drenched

body, and I enjoyed the warmth it provided. After pulling

open the trunk, I found a towel and cleaned myself up. I

then returned to my crying teen, and threw the towel at

her face.

Drained from the physical exertion of pumping Amy's head

up and down, and from the astronomical orgasm I had just

achieved, I went back to sit in the front seat after

grabbing some food and water. I knew I'd have to get some

more at some point soon. Now I had three people to feed.

Think I'll have a little sleep now. I can hear Dianne

stirring, but like I said I trust my knots. They'll be

perfectly safe.

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Friday 14th May 1971

6:39 pm

It's been a good day.

I slept through the morning and afternoon, only waking

when Dianne began screaming that her daughter needed

water. I rubbed my eyes, dazed by the sudden arousal, and

turned to look at my captives.

Dianne was staring at me with tears in her eyes. I looked

over and saw Amy in a bad way, sweat coating her body and

her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Dianne was right.

Slowly I climbed out of the car, and walked over to the

families own one, hooked up behind mine. I reached in to

retrieve the bag of salvaged items, and pulled out a

large bottle of water. My hand brushed against one of

their bottles of gin, and I felt a stirring in my pants

at the thought of what I could do with it. I took hold of

it also, before heading back around the car and kneeling

down next to Amy.

I carefully gave her some water, before rounding the hood

and giving what was left to Dianne. She drank it up

quickly, gasping for air between gulps.

I rose and left them there, returning to the other car's

trunk to grab a couple of their folding chairs. After

setting them up behind it, out of the sun, I headed over

and hoisted Dianne out of the car, half carrying her to

one of the chairs. After sitting her down, I grabbed the

gin and settled next to her.

I drew my knife out of my jeans and held it up to her.

"I don't want to kill you, Dianne. But unless you drink

when I tell you, I may cut you."

It was all I needed to say, she nodded.

I raised the bottle to her lips after unscrewing the

cap, and began pouring it into her waiting mouth. Over

a couple of minutes I gave her a few shots, giving her

small breaks in between. She took it well, I'll give

her that. But after feeding her another several I was

ready for more.

I stood and went to fetch Amy. Dianne watched as I

dragged her daughter from the car and placed her in the

second chair. I gave her the same threat, before starting

to pour the last third of the bottle down the neck of

the daughter. She coughed, the hard liqour burning her

juvenile throat, but I didn't let up until she'd finished

the job.

Tossing the bottle away, I took a step back and looked

at the girls in front of me. Two gorgeous specimens, one

already a woman and one soon to be another. And she would

soon be more drunk than she'd likely ever been. But this

is only the beginning. I have a great many plans for this

innocent little cutie.

I strode over to Dianne, lowering my pants and straddling

the chair.

"You better give the blowjob of your life, slut. Same

rules apply, you suck or you bleed."

She gulped, and hesitated. But a quick slap to the face

got her moving again.

She lurched forward and locked her lips around my swollen

cock. I groaned in bliss as she began pumping her head

back and forth, heeding my warning and giving it all that

she had. Her tongue worked its way around the tip, before

circling underneath as she forced the head of my cock

deep into her throat. She began jacking off my cock with

her gaping esophagus, only stopping to take quick gasps

of air.

When I grew bored of even her best efforts, I took her

head in my hands and gave the mother a little extra help.

Her daughter watched her the whole time, tears pouring

down her cheeks as she watched her mother being sexually

assaulted next to her. But Dianne continued to take my

threats to heart by working her tongue around the tip of

my cock and her fingers on my balls, to encourage my

engorged member to spurt its filthy cum between her lips.

I leased a loud roar as I fired several wads of white

into Dianne's gaping mouth. I kept jacking off, milking

the head of my cock to force yet more semen onto Dianne's

outstretched tongue. When I was spent, she immediately

swallowed before dropping back into her seat and bursting

into tears.

I cleaned up with another towel, before returning to the

seats to find the girls deteriorating fast. Dianne was

holding up, but Amy being unused to such hard drink was

looking ropy. Her eyes were red and unfocused, and she

swayed in her seat as she sat. A cute hiccup escaped her

lips, as her eyes began to droop.

Carefully I untied Dianne from her bonds. Still sobbing,

she rubbed her sore wrists and ankles, before curling

into a ball on the chair.

I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet.

"Oh no you don't, bitch, you're not done. Amy here has

been all left out."

Comprehension dawned on Dianne's intoxicated face, and

her eyes opened wide in alarm. I laughed, before setting

her down in between her daughters legs. After unfastening

Amy's restraints, I spread her thighs and signaled for

Dianne to make her move. Weeping, but resigned to her

fate, the mother began leaning in towards her daughter's

exposed pussy. It looked ripe and delicious, but I was

more interested in utterly humiliating the girls than

getting any myself yet.

I took the back of Dianne's head and forced her face

down onto Amy's crotch. She began licking out and tongue

fucking her daughter's virgin cunt. I knew it was one,

for no pussy had ever looked so tight and unspoiled.

"Make her cum while you're at it, Dianne, before I get

bored and decide to suffocate her on my cock again. And

hold that liquor, bitch. Can't have you passing out on

her, otherwise she'll definitely be getting it."

Spurred on by my new threats, Dianne began working

harder, using her tongue to lap up and down Amy's slit.

The young girl was moaning, in too much of a stupor to

really react but conscious enough to respond to the

amazing feeling of her mother eating her out. Slurping

noises rose up from her crotch, and Dianne began working

one finger deep into her daughter's soft folds. I watched

in awe as Amy began rocking back and forth in her chair,

continuing to moan with closed eyes as her mother's

finger found its way in and out of her dripping wet

pussy. Dianne circled Amy's young clit with her tongue,

eliciting startled cries of ecstasy from her.

However, unfortunately for Amy, I had overestimated her

mother's ability to hold her drink. Dianne's efforts

became more and more erratic, before finally she keeled

over and fell in a heap on the desert floor. I sighed in

amusement, before leaning over and forcing my now erect

cock into Amy's waiting mouth. In her drunken state, she

could offer me no resistance as I forced my manhood into

the young girl's throat. I held her in place, only

pumping my cock slightly back and forth into Amy's

esophagus. She was barely awake anyway, and in only

a moment her starved brain cut out and she dropped into

unconsciousness for the second time that day.

I withdrew, turning and spurting cum all over the figure

of her knocked out mother. Dianne looked great, lying

there asleep with long strands of white semen splayed

all over her beautiful tanned body.

After that I turned and headed back to the car to sit

and write this entry. I don't know what I'll do now,

probably tidy the girls up and get them in some sort of

bed for the night. I've spent enough cum to last a

month. No more for me tonight. But tomorrow, oh there

will be plenty of fun things to do.

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