{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"c1ea18fb-1b24-4d3c-b0b6-aea1f6f0347a","seriesId":"86a1bc97-fe38-4c53-87a8-4dacfd77223b","seriesName":"Catch and Release","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-04T07:09:29.428Z","title":"Catch And Release Part Eight: Naomi Leaves, But Does Not Escape.","slug":"catch-and-release-part-eight-naomi-leaves-but-does-not-escape","shortId":"qkSh0dfH","authorNote":"Content of THIS PART includes: forced masturbation, voyeurism, spanking, kidnapping\n\nContent of THE WHOLE SERIES includes: torture, incest, rape, snuff, voyeurism, humiliation, forced nudity, forced masturbation, school discipline, spanking","disclaimer":"Bad idea hoss","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A trapped girl is untrapped yet trapped in the same trap and also a new trap","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"2adc54f1-12d2-47e5-b97d-67e1024f6ebb","title":null,"summary":"Naomi survived the summer. On her last day at home she looked at herself in her mirror in her room, ","wordCount":2318,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Naomi survived the summer. On her last day at home she looked at herself in her mirror in her room, her single bag packed on her bed. She had on her least revealing outfit, shorts covering her legs at least an inch or two below the line of her pussy, her cut off t-shirt actually providing full coverage to her breasts from every angle except for a small amount of cleavage in front. She knew that outside the house this would be received as on the edge of appropriateness for walking around in public, but well within what newly minted college girls often liked to wear to show off their newfound freedom. But inside the house, this was the most conservative outfit she had been allowed to wear in a year.

She was almost in disbelief that her parents were even letting her leave. Surely they knew, and knew she knew, that the things they’d been doing to her especially lately, were far beyond the pale of acceptable parenting. She could probably get them into serious legal trouble if she told the right person about what had been happening. A part of her had expected them to never let her leave the house again much less pay out of their own pockets to have her go off to another state to live in a dorm completely away from their control.

Indeed, a part of her expected that door out to the front lawn to slam shut in short order, as she began to walk out of her own room into the main living area to bid them good bye.

Her mom and dad were standing by the hallway leading towards the front door. Dad grinned. “Beautiful as always! A hug for old time’s sake?”

Naomi forced herself to accept it. She approached him and let them both embrace her.

She felt what they were doing before they said anything. Their hands were on her back, feeling her bra strap. “Oh ho, what’s this?” her dad laughed. “A bra? In my house?”

Naomi went dark. “Just let me go” she growled.

“Pull down your shorts, Naomi,” said her mom.

Naomi huffed, but did as commanded, showing them that she was wearing underwear as well as a bra. “I’m leaving the house. I don’t have to follow the rules anymore!”

“Once you leave you don’t. But you haven’t left yet! Looks like you wanted one last punishment session before you left!”

“No, I fucking didn’t,” said Naomi surprised at her forthrightness. Escape was just a few steps away! “And the Super-Ride driver is already here, so I’m just going to go!”

“He can wait,” said her dad. “Actually, invite him in to watch!”

Naomi embarrassed herself, once again, by crying helplessly when nothing had actually happened yet. “Daddy no, please.”

“Hands against the wall Nay,” said her mom and she almost reflexively obeyed. She continued crying in exactly the same way as they landed several blows on her ass and legs. “Alright, now go invite the driver in.”

She leaned down to pull her shorts up over her underwear. “Nope!” said both parents in unison and laughed. “Shorts and underwear come off!”

And so it was that Naomi went outside wearing only a shirt, pussy fully bare, and walked to the car waiting outside. Their driveway was recessed away from the street so there was little danger of neighbors seeing anything, but the driver himself certainly saw all. She motioned for him to roll his window down, which he did, while blatantly staring at her pussy. She leaned towards him, intentionally pushing her cleavage towards him, “Hey my mom and dad want you to come inside and watch them spank me first, is that okay?”

“Jesus Christ lady, what the fuck?”

Naomi feigned a laugh. “No I’m serious! I was bad, and they’re going to punish me, and a stranger watching is part of that punishment.”

The driver sputtered. “I am just trying to do a job here…”

She tried once more. “Sir, you’ll be paid for your time of course, and if you don’t come in with me they’re just going to triple my punishment. Will you please come in with me?”

He looked at her, then forward, then sighed. He switched his engine off and opened the door. “Thank you so much!” she said in her cutest flirtiest voice and took his hand gently, walking in front of him to let him stare at her ass as she led him to the house. Not that she wanted him to, but she knew this was how her parents would want it.

As punishments in their household went it was a fairly simple affair. They sat the driver down on the couch, got him a drink made sure he was comfortable, then had Naomi strip and kneel in front of him.

“How is this legal? Are these really your parents?” Naomi didn’t reply, she knew she should not speak without permission from this point on. Her mom answered instead, “It’s fully consensual, isn’t it Naomi?”

Naomi issued her a simple, short “yes.” No use arguing now with freedom just outside the door.

“And it’s not like we’re fucking her. And in case you’re wondering, she’s a college girl. You ready to see a show?”

“I guess fucking so!”

Naomi winced as her parents placed tight clamps on her nipples. She watched the bulge in the man’s pants grow quite a bit. She then approached him, and straddled him. “I have to make myself cum while they spank me,” she said quietly. The driver swallowed, went goggly eyed, and nodded. Naomi now lowered herself onto his bulge and started trying to get herself off on his pants.

She moaned and cried in his ear as her parents whipped her ass while she was grinding her pelvis into him. He kept his hands to himself, not even bothering to ask much less touch any part of her with his hands. He probably figured there was no point in risking ruining something as good as this.

She grabbed his hair and buried her face in his neck, moaning and squealing her pleasure and pain into him as she came closer and closer to orgasm while the whip and belt continued hitting her ass, and occasionally the fronts of her thighs when her motions made those available.

She finally came, and the blows ceased. She whispered “thank you” in the drivers ear and he nodded dumbly.

She got dressed while her dad handed the driver some cash for his time. She grabbed her bag without saying anything further to either parent, and left for the car outside.

The driver followed her out in short order, and took his seat behind the wheel. He started the car, and began driving without a word, heading to the airport. After several minutes of silence he finally said, “So like ya’ll are just a kinky threesome right, those aren’t actually your parents? You were totally into that, right?”

Naomi closed her eyes. “You got me. Hope you’re not mad.”

“Ha!” the man laughed, pleased with himself. “Not mad at all, that was incredible.”

After a long further interval of mostly silence, they pulled up to the door she needed to go in to catch her flight. “Thanks for the ride,” she said, only realizing a second afterwards that this would come across as a double entendre. The driver snickered. Naomi paused, then said, coming close to his ear, “Hey, did you get a chance to finish while I was riding you?”

“Uh, no actually, but…”

She interrupted him before he could complete the sentence. “Good,” she said without ceremony and left him there to catch her flight.

The school she was going to was just one state over, so it was a short flight. From the flight she went immediately via cab to her new home, the campus dorms. She was tired, and ready to collapse on a bed and was the entire last year out of her head if she could manage it. She found the line for people to pick up their keys and got in it. She felt stares at her from several of the newly minted college boys in the foyer, appreciating her outfit and her body, and tried to ignore the excitement this caused in her. After getting molested and assaulted by her teachers and tortured by her parents, she needed down time and she knew it.

She got to the front of the line and the clerk behind the desk put in her name. “I’m sorry, I don’t see your name here…” he said nervously. This was clearly an extremely unusual situation for him.

“What the fuck do you mean?” she asked. “I set this up myself, I signed up for the dorm and got confirmation in my email. Did you spell it right?”

He checked again and still didn’t find her. “I hate to ask but are you sure you… I mean, did you pay for the dorm by the deadline?”

She stared at him, realizing who she was going to have to call for help with this.

“Because if you maybe didn’t get the payment in by the deadline, you might need to go to the registrar and get a different dorm or… rent an apartment or…”

Naomi had her phone out already. Her dad answered. “Dad, did you pay for my dorm?”

“Of course I did. Why?”

“This guy says I don’t have a dorm here.”

“Hang on a second,” said her dad, and after a minute or two of feeling angry stares start to burn into the back of her neck, her dad came back on. “I have the receipt right here,” he said, and he sent her an image of it. She took a look, then showed the clerk. “It’s definitely paid for.”

The clerk looked confused. “That does look right, but I don’t see it in the system I really… I might need to call a supervisor?”

“Let me talk to him,” said her dad, and Naomi handed her phone to the clerk. The clerk listened for a long time, glanced up at Naomi, then listened some more, said “yes sir” twice, and then handed the phone back. “He wants to talk to you now.”

She put her phone up to her ear. “Uh, yeah? Is it fixed?”

She saw the clerk stand up at his desk. Where was he going?

“Naomi,” said her dad. “Follow him. He’s going to take you somewhere private. You know what to do.”

Naomi froze.

“While you’re taking care of him I will be calling his supervisor and straightening this all out. It’s almost over I promise.”

The clerk looked at her quizzically, and from the frozen stare on her face he somehow deduced that she was going to do what he had just been told she would do. He subtly gestured with his face a “follow me,” and began walking towards a back office. The people behind Naomi in line protested. “We just need to look up some info, I’ll be right back I promise!” said the clerk as he left the room.

Naomi turned her brain off and followed him.

He led her, in fact, to a dorm room – his dorm room. He worked and lived there. “Are you really going to…” the little nerd couldn’t bring himself to say the mature words.

“Yeah,” she finally said with a humorless smirk. “I’m really going to. Sit down.”

He immediately sat on his bed, and she took a seat in an ugly chair he had set up in the corner of his room. She lifted her shirt up to show him her tits, at which he moaned “Oh my god!” She then pulled her shorts down so that he could see her pussy, and he immediately unzipped and started stroking himself.

“Gross,” she said. She was going to do this, but she wasn’t going to act happy about it.

This just made him stroke harder. To her utter disgust, the two of them ended up orgasming at almost exactly the same time. While the clerk was still cleaning up, now ignoring her, she called her dad back up. “Did you fix it?”

“Not yet,” he said apologetically. “The supervisor has to verify some things. But I’ve set you up with a motel room for tonight, I’ll text you the address. You should have your dorm tomorrow.”

She left the clerk’s dirty little dorm room without comment and headed out the door to catch a ride to the motel.

Once there she laid on the bed for a long while. She tried to blank everything out and just rest.

But her laptop was calling to her. She had an unfinished Catch and Release story in the works and having gotten off with two separate men today her mind was ineluctably in the gutter no matter how much she wanted to put that behind her. She finally rose up, opened her laptop, put it on her desk, and started writing.

After an hour or so, she got a ping in one of her messenger apps, which was not too common. She hadn’t kept many friends during the past year. She checked it out.

It was someone calling themselves C&R. Was this the same person who commented on her story sites? How would he have her other social media info, with its completely different identity. But then, why would anyone with that handle be contacting her public facing Naomi persona online?

She read the message. “How’s college, Naomi?”

She couldn’t figure out what to think. When she heard the door open behind her, it was like she heard nothing at all. When she felt the hand around her mouth, only then did she remember hearing the door.

She did fight. She did make noise. But it happened fast. She was grabbed, pulled through her motel door, pulled immediately into the open back doors of a van, the doors were slammed shut, and she had cuffs behind her back she didn’t even remember anyone putting on her. She felt the van begin to move at the same time she felt the collar go around her neck and secure her face down to the floor. And that was it. She was caught.

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