This salacious tale is told from the perspective of the oldest daughter. It is a compilation of some earlier story snippets and revisions and intended for the mature reader.

Two perverse single parents have fallen on hard times and arrange a family merger to survive. One has three attractive daughters, the other three handsome sons, all with raging hormones and between the ages of 18 and 20.

They begin with sexual mischief, focusing on submission and domination, then move on to felonious activity by abducting former teachers and classmates for lewd entertainment. From there they advance to mass abductions, getting involved with human-trafficking and organ harvesting.

Perhaps it's karma when the main character and one of her sisters get abducted themselves. She ends up involved with an even more disreputable and powerful crime family.

Be sure not to miss the action-adventure in the final three chapters.

Excerpts:

“If any of you girls would like to offer yourselves to be submissives to any of my sons, now would not be an inappropriate time to do so.”

“Offering to be a submissive is strictly by choice, Shannon. You look very nice tonight, by the way. For a submissive, obedience is expected, not required as with a slave. You would make an excellent submissive! Frankly both. We can discuss the sex slave alternative later if you'd like.

Obedience is fundamental, such as if you are told to go outside naked, you just obey and do it.”

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Brandon and I are taking a course in Computer Science. We're learning about artificial intelligence. It's called Generative AI. We can use it to make fake nude photos that no one can tell from the real thing. Our old student teacher Wendy Sinclair is awesomely cute and has a submissive nature. I'm sure we could use it to blackmail her.
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A pervert's first abduction is akin to a serial killer's first killing. It's the most exciting. After dinner, the teacher was brought into the living room blindfolded, gagged and bound.

The next abduction was already in process. Again, we had Wendy assist. When we gathered in the living room for family game time, Brandon's brothers escorted in our new guest. Her wrists were bound in front, her elbows behind her with a broom handle inserted between them and her back. The position pushed her breasts out more than usual.
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“Our human-trafficking partners have a yacht,” said Brian.

Tormenting victims in a yacht won out over doing so in a barn. We rerouted our human cargo. The women were stowed on the bottom level and monitored by closed-circuit TV.

“Hello? Where am I? Is anybody there?” a frightened woman called out.

“I'm here,” responded a panicky voice nearby. “I don't know where we are either. I'm dizzy, light-headed. I think...I think I've been drugged. It's totally dark, pitch black. I can't see anything at all! Am I blind?”

“No, I can't see anything either. There is no light in here.”

There were others, too. In all, eleven young women answered. They were an even dozen.
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I knew a bullet travels 2600 feet per second. I estimated the van to be two miles away. That meant two seconds per mile for it to get there, four seconds total.
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“Can you be in two places a thousand miles apart at the same time?
That was three days ago. Yesterday you two were five hundred miles apart.
I set an alert in case there's another hit on the surveillance program. The photo at a toll booth shows her driving a jeep and wearing a bandanna.”

PING
“What was that?”
“The alert. Our mystery woman is at the front gate of this Campground. Life can be stranger than fiction. The U.S. National Park Service camera links into the grid for the Department of Transportation; airports, toll booths, traffic intersections. I just saw her jeep go by on the gravel crossroad headed toward the lake. She's going to find you in like two minutes.