John Hudson Jr's Life Stories

J
O
H
N

H
U
D
S
O
N

J
R
'
S

L
I
F
E

I
N

A

M
I
L
L
I
O
N

P
A
R
T
S

As Jennifer pulled the car up the back lane way she turned off the engine and coasted the final 25 feet. She could look through the trees and see the house that she had cased the previous week. Even though there was a only a little bit of a moon she could still see the house. Even though the house was dark. But then why wouldn't it be they where away and it was 2 am.

Susan looked over at her mother. "Mama which house is it?"

Jennifer pointed between the trees. "That one over between those trees."

Susan strained to see the house through the bushes. 'Mama how do know know the owners of the house aren't there?"

Jennifer opened the car door and started to get out. As she did she said. "Because we drove by just 10 minutes ago and the papers had piled up on the front stoop. People who are home clean that sort of thing up every day usually. There must have been two weeks worth there."

Once out of the car she poked her head into the open door. "Now get out." Jennifer then closed the door and Susan got out of her side. Walking around to her mother. "Mama I noticed you left the keys in the ignition."

"Yes I left them there in case we needed to get a fast getaway." Jennifer started to walk along an animal track towards the house. "It always helps to think ahead dear."

Susan followed after her. "What if someone comes along and steals it?"

As Jennifer pushed her way through the first thicket of branches Susan ducked and was almost hit by a branch. "Who's going to even see it out here, let alone steal it. This areas isolated and it is 2 am as a said a minute ago. Don't be stupid baby."

The two woman walked the few hundred feet to the back of the house. They came up to the back door and it was looked. "Fuck." Jennifer whispered. "It's locked."

As Susan picked up a small gardening spade she hit the lower pain with it. "There mama, now it's not locked."

As Jennifer carefully stuck her lower arm though the broken window pain in order not to get cut she said. "Smart thinking baby."

As the two women where opening the back door another car pulled up and parked behind the Baderly's car. Jack and Ralph got out. Ralph looked around and couldn't see the two women. "Fuck Jack where are they?"

"How should I know. I guess where not getting any tonight. They seem to have vanished." Ralph and Jack had seen the two women driving along the road and had intended on cutting them off and rape their asses royally. Jack walked out a bit and couldn't see them. He did see their footprints heading off to the house in the distance. "They must have gone home."

"Jack, come back here. They could have gone in any direction. We don't have all day. Their men may come to get the car."

Ralph grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. "God I need some now. Just thinking of those two cunts has turned me on."

Jack came back to the car. "You drive ours and I'll drive theirs. Look they've even left up the keys in it for us. Jack got in the Baderly's car and Ralph got into the other and they backed up about 4 hundred feet and turned around and headed out and down the highway. Horny as hell but with a brand new car. Or at least a brand new car for them. One they sell as soon as they could. As for the sex. They raped a woman later that night, Jane Carmichael, coming home from a bar. She was drunk as a skunk and thought they where the police when they cut her off.

Jack and Ralph ended up a few days latter shooting it out with the police when they stopped them with the Baderly's car. They where over 200 miles away from where they had stolen it the week before. The police suspected that Jack and Ralph must have also raped Jennifer and her daughter the night they raped Jane. They'd probably never find their bodies now that Jack and Ralph where dead.

As Susan hit the window with a garden spade Brenda was startled awake. She then heard someone open a door. "George, George wake up." She shook George until he woke up.

George turned over in bed. "God, what is it woman." He looked at the night stand clock. "It's almost 2 thirty. What do you want. It can be sex at this hour." Then he heard something fall from downstairs.

Susan had knocked a knickknack off a table as she was walking across the kitchen. "Shit. Mother do you think someone heard us."

Jennifer turned on her flashlight. "Hell no baby. I told you no one is home."

George got up and opened the top drawer of the beds night stand table. He took out his Walther's model PPK gun out of the drawer. George was a fan of James Bond and had bought this particular gun for that reason. If it was good enough for the greatest spy in the world than it was one he wanted. He had practices with at his gun club and could shoot what he aimed at.

As George walked across the bedroom he could feel Brenda behind him. He turned. "You young lady stay up here. I don't want you getting in the way." He said it as quietly as he could. He also said it in his most demanding voice.

She stopped. "But I'm scared. What if they're madmen."

He turned and went towards the closed bedroom door. Than I'll simply have to shoot them won't I." He didn't have to make sure it was loaded. He always kept it loaded. What was the point otherwise. By his reasoning an unloaded gun might as well not even exist.

He went out the door and walked quietly down the upstairs hall and slowly walked down the stairs. It was still dark, but he could see well enough with the moonlight coming through the windows. He could also see that there was someone with a flashlight and someone else with a bag. They where putting things into the bag as the one with the light shone it around. He could now see that it was a woman. Then he saw they where both women.

George stood on the steps about halfway down the stairs. He watched them and could hear them talking. They seemed to be alone, but he wasn't taking any chances. They might be armed. As Susan stepped around the corner of the stairs George put the muzzle of the gun to her temple. "Move and you're dead."

Susan peed herself. She knew that there was a gun to her temple so she lost control.. "Tell that other one to get over here."

"Mama, I think you should come over here." There was a tear in her eye as she said it. She was also beginning to tremble in fear. She had never had a gun to her head and wasn't used to even being around them.

Jennifer walked quietly over to her daughter. "What is it Baby."

Then she saw George and dropped the flashlight. "Down on the floor or I'll blow her head off then yours."

Jennifer's eyes got as big as silver dollars. "Oh god no don't. Please don't hurt my baby."

Jennifer lay down on the floor on her stomach. "Move and this ones dead."

"You." He pushed the gun muzzle harder against Susan's temple. Down on your stomach." She started to cry.

As Susan eased down onto the floor, George heard a noise coming from behind him. He quickly stepped back and pointed the gun in the direction of the noise. In the nick of time he saw it was Brenda. "God woman I almost shot you."

Brenda was shaking. "I was so scared. I thought they might hurt you."

George saw she was holding a vase. George turned back toward the two cat burglars. He put the gun to Jennifer's head. Is there anyone else. Jennifer was breathing hard. "No, oh no one us. Just us."

Without looking at Brenda he said to her. "Go upstairs and get two pairs of wrist restraint for these two. Then I can safely call the police on them."

Brenda turned and hurried upstairs. Putting the vase down on the table at the top of the stairs. She got the wrist restraints out of the closet where they kept there BDSM equipment. She came running down the hall and almost fell. George heard her stumble. "You okay sweetie."

Brenda got up. "Yes, I stumbled."

"Walk slowly. There isn't any hurry. I've got them covered and won't hesitate to blow their bloody heads off if they try anything." Brenda walked slowly down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She was holding the wrist restraints.

George crouched down, first at Jennifer. "Move and your dead. Brenda put the restraints on this one first."

Brenda crouched down and restrained Jennifer's wrist together behind her back. Then George put the gun to Susan's head. Susan again had enough piss in her to piss herself again. She was crying softly. "Put the restraints on this one now." Which Brenda did.

As Susan cried, Jennifer said. "Please don't hurt us. We won't try anything. Please don't hurt my baby."

George looked at Brenda, now get back upstairs and lock the bedroom door until I knock on it and give you our safe word. They being into BDSM had a safe word that Brenda could use to stop the BDSM at any time. She turned and ran up the stairs and this time she did as she was told.

George walked around the first floor and couldn't see anyone else so he went up the stairs to the bedroom. Jennifer and Susan where so scared that neither of them moved an inch. George taped the gun on the door. "Is that you George."

"Yes, now let me in."

"No, not until you say the safe word." Brenda had the foresight of thought to remember what she had been told by George and made him say their safe word.

":Africa." That was it and Brenda unlocked the door. She came out and there stood George. He put the gun on the bedroom cloths bureau drawers. "Now for the police."

Brenda leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. "You don't have to call the police sweetie. We can put them both into the dungeon as our first two guests. After all that's why we built it in the first place isn't it."

George smiled. "You wicket, wicket thing you. Yes your right. I can't believe your mind thought of that. You wicket little thing. Daddy's going to have to have a talk with you about your thoughts latter."

Brenda put her hand up to her mouth and giggled. Aren't I just the wickedest thing. She then cuddled closer to George and hugged him. And your so virile, the way you handled those two bitches."

They both went down the stairs and there lay their brand new house guests. So to speak. George and Brenda had built this room under their house assessable through the basement. When they bought the house it had originally been a sauna.

With George doing a little work they had set it up as their personal dungeon. Then George had come up with the idea of getting a woman to occupy it, so Brenda had him fortify it so that someone couldn't get out no matter how hard they tried. It was soundproof to begin with and now it was impregnable. As strong as Fort Knox. No one in or out without the combination to the key lock for the doors. It was also quite hidden from anyone who was standing in the basement. Hidden walls and doors.

Brenda wasn't just a sub. But she like to be a dom with other women and George liked to watch her do it as much as she liked to watch and participate in his fun with other women. He may be her dom, but she could be a dom to others if George let her.

George bent and got both Jennifer and Susan to their feet. He then started to push them towards the basement door. That's when Brenda saw it. A big wet spot on the rug. She bent and rubbed it. Then smelled it. It was urine. She looked at both woman. Than reached out and felt their crotches. Jennifer tried to pull away. But Susan just stood there. "What's wrong sweetie."

Brenda swatted Susan on the back of her tight short dress. "This one peed on my rug. You'll have to take them down stairs while I clean up this mess before it sets in."

George looked at Susan. "I think your in for it now bitch."

Jennifer looked from George to Brenda. What do you mean in for it."

"My wife's probably going to tan her as." Susan had stopped crying by now took in a deep breath.

"Spanking." Susan said.

"I think you have to call the police now. I insist on it." Jennifer exclaimed.

George started to shove them towards the basement door. "No I don't think so. You'll be staying with us for a while I think."

Jennifer broke away from George and tried to run. Susan just stood there not quite getting the ramifications of what was being said. He grabbed Jennifer by the back of the hair and pulled her back. He also grabbed the back of Susan's hair. "No bitches. I think not."

Susan started to crying again. "Oh mama what's he talking about."

George walked and pulled the two women by the hair over to the basement door. It was wide open. "I've got a room down stairs to put the two of you in so me and my wife can have a little fun with you."

As George pushed Susan by the hair through the basement door Jennifer started to object. "No. I insist you call the police. Now. You'll get in big trouble for this. You have no right to do this. Let us go this minute."

Susan softly cried. "Mama what's going on."

Jennifer didn't answer her. She was concentrating on what George was doing and saying. "Let us go this minute. You animal."

He didn't say another word or stop as he stepped through the basement door and down the stairs he went and since he had the two hapless women by the back of the hair, they went down with him. Susan was crying and Jennifer was objecting about having rights and calling the police. "Let us go this instant and we won't tell the police on you."

Once over to the far end of the basement, George turned a light fixture and a secret door popped open and in he went. He shoved the two women over to some bars and closed the secret door. This door was of a wall 6 inches thick and was 3 inches thick itself. Jennifer was trying to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge.

"O god, let us go. Please I promise we won't say anything."

George keyed some numbers into a key pad against the wooden wall and a cell door on the bars that where about 6 feet away from the wall opened. He then pushed both Jennifer and Susan into the cell door. Shutting it. He then stepped back and observed his two newest toys. Standing there inside their new home.

The older one he realized was called Jennifer and she was the younger ones mother. The younger woman was named Susan. Jennifer was wearing a tube top and hot pants and go go boots that went up to her knees. Susan was wearing a see through blouse, no bra and a very short mini skirt. George shook his head. White trash all the way he thought to himself. "I suggest you two get used to your new surroundings. It's going to be your home for the rest of you lives."

George turned and as he was keying in the numbers on the key pad to open the wooden door Jennifer said. "What about these leather restraints. Aren't you going to remove them." She tried to hold her hands up as high as she could. Hoping he would remove the restraints.

As he walked out the door he said after himself. "No. Not until morning. I'm tired and need to get back to bed. As for you two I suggest you get into those beds. You're going to have a long day tomorrow and will need your beauty sleep..

George went up to the first floor and there was Brenda just finishing cleaning up the urine on her floor. She stood up and looked down to the basement. I think I'll go down there and tan that bitches ass, right this minute. She then started to walk toward the door. George grabbed her by the ear. "No my dear I don't think you will. The only ass that's getting tanned tonight is yours."

George turned her towards the stairs let go of her ear and swatted the back of her nightgown. "Now get that backside of yours up stairs where I told you to stay when this all began. Or I might just give you two spankings. One down here and the other up stairs."

George swatted Brenda on her ass again.

Brenda hurried up the stairs. George could see her running up the stairs. No panties on. He could see right through her nightgown. He slowly walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. Where Brenda was laying on the bed, acting as if she were asleep. He picked up the hair brush and walked over to the bed. He sat down and gave Brenda's ankles a tug and over his knee she went. "Oh George. Please not now. I was so scared you might get killed."

George opened the back of her nightgown to reveal he very bare ass. "Yes I might have been. But I wasn't and I almost shot you when you came down to investigate."

He raised the hair brush over his head and brought it down on her backside. Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO. Please don't Oh I was so scared." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."

George stopped the spanking. "Yes my dear and I could have shot you. Or worse they could have had a man with them and he could have shot me, raped your ass than shot you or maybe shot you then raped you. Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."

Brenda just lay there now and squealed, as each crack of the brush found its mark.. She knew that there wasn't anything going to stop him now short of hell freezing over. Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."

Once the spanking was over George let Brenda up. She immediately started to rub her very sore bottom through her night gown. After a few minutes she sat down on his knee and apologized.

George patted her ass. Brenda again whispered in his ear. "How about me and you and the bed doing the horizontal mambo."

George smiled and patted her backside again. "God I wish I could. But I think I'm much to tired now to get it up." Swatting her bottom again. "Get up. I'm going to bed."

Brenda got up and George lay down on the bed with Brenda laying next to him and cuddling up to him. She had a smile on her face. Knowing how lucky she was to have such a man as a husband, He was so forceful.

Brenda went to sleep and dreamed the whole affair again. Only this time she did get to tan Susan's ass. Her dream she did enjoy.