Their ruse did not last for very long.

When Kira and her father escaped Paris, she had left their daughter Amber blindfolded, gagged and bound to a piece of furniture to be a sort of party favor in her place.

As they drove away in a car, leaving the guard behind who had helped her, Kira knew her daughter was at that moment getting fucked by a line of men. It is what she had coming to her for what she had done.

They hadn’t wasted time, driving about as fast as they could go to a small port town, boarding a waiting boat and sailing away from France at best speed.

Inside the house it didn’t take long for the Twins to figure out that it was not their mother but their aunt on the leather sofa.

The Twins took off Amber’s gag and she instantly showed who she truly was, speaking as only she did in her house.

“You fucking morons!” Amber shrieked, “get this asshole off of me!”

A paying customer was deep inside of her, fucking her doggy style, but got kicked in the chest by one of the twins. She was freed from her restraints and immediately she began shouting at everyone in sight.

Amber demanded they be found, and had the guard who helped Kira escape brought to her. It was not a good time to be that guard.

He had **** Kira when she was bound on a daily basis before she had seduced him, so as father and daughter fled, they did not worry about his fate. And it was not a kind fate.

Amber and the twins quickly beat it out of him, how he had helped her mother overpower Amber. That he had helped her fool the other guards and the twins, and that he had arranged for them to use one of their cars to flee.

The guard did not survive the day. Amber Had intended to send him to a very different sort of house than theirs, and subject him to being the sex toy in a much more BDSM themed environment for a very aggressive group of men. She wanted him **** as she had been, to swallow cum as she had.

She wanted him to live, to have his will broken, for him to suffer before he died. But the twins were far too enraged at what had been done to their mother, what they had been fooled into doing themselves. Both had joined in, both had fucked her while she was bound and gagged.

They beat the guard to **** in the room he was held in, deaf to their mother’s orders to stop so that she could see the man truly suffered.

After this happened, they began to search for Kira and John. They knew what car to look for, but not where. It had taken four hours to start looking, and they could be out of France by this point. And they were.

It took a little more than two days to find the car, and it was abandoned in Belgium. But they had no leads on where Kira and her father had fled to.

They had taken a book of property and asset information when they took them initially, but her parents had taken that book when they escaped.

They searched the house outside of Paris they had lived at for so long, and found nothing there to tell them where they went to.

This led to a very dark period in the house they had in Paris, the home base for Amber’s orgies and sex trade.

Amber became unhinged. She wanted them back, she wanted ****. They had killed one of their own guards, and in this rather dark episode, several others she felt responsible just stopped showing up to the house.

And they ended up getting the ‘official’ attention of Paris authorities. At this time homosexuality was not illegal in Paris, but it was very close to it. Prostitution however was illegal and a serious crime, and word had leaked out that at least one **** had taken place, along with possible kidnappings and human trafficking.

They had not been careful. John had tried to teach them to be overly cautious, have a plan, keep a ‘go-bag’, have a place to go. Always be prepared to run, as the authorities could never find out what they were. Regular humans would never understand. If caught, they might never again be free.

Amber and the Twins were not careful. In their hubris they had assumed they would never have to run, and that they did not have to hide.

When the Paris police department crashed through the front gate to their property, reality came crashing down on them.

In a mad rush they had to get out, and they had no time. No time to gather supplies, no time to change clothes or gather money, no time to plan, they just had to run. They broke a window and jumped out, hearing the police charging through the house.

Amber and the twins made it out and over the wall, but Celeste did not make it out with them. She was arrested along with all of the prostitutes, the guards, and most of the customers on site when the raid happened.

There were politically connected people there who were moved out and not arrested, but. Most were not so lucky.

Amber and the twins stole a few bicycles and made it to the house they had lived at outside of town. When they got there they regretted having cleaned it out when they took Kira and John. They had left nothing of value.

The old truck was still in the barn, and had been kept in decent order, so they gathered what food they could find and took off for the border. The twins asked about Celeste, but Amber told them she was lost. The police had her and they could not risk going back for her.

There was a moment of regret, it was their sister, but they moved on, they had to trust their aunt. The three of them loaded up and headed for the only place Amber knew of to go, the house they had lived in back in Sweden.

She knew her father had left it prepared to use again at some point. They would have to make it work. She now better realized the value in her fathers careful behavior and in his ability to plan and prepare.

This trip took some time for them, taking a couple of months. The truck didn’t make it very far, breaking down before they made it to Belgium. The went on foot from there and crossed the border at night in the middle of a wooded area.

The carried all they could, all were strong, but the food would not last a trip that long. Normal people struggle to walk more than ten miles a day if not really prepared, but Amber and the twins were not even close to normal.

They had professional athlete athleticism. Strong, healthy, in almost perfect physical condition. And it helped. The could easily cover fifteen miles a day.

They avoided stealing anything, as they didn’t want law enforcement attention, but they ran out of food before they got through Germany.

In the end, Amber funded their trip by fucking her way across Europe. She charged for sexual services to provide for them. She would find the manager or owner of inns as they traveled, and all found her charms impossible to resist.

She looked like Kira’s twin sister. Beautiful, wonderful curves, and an empathic ability that she knew how to use to get her way.

Amber would suck a man’s dick for a meal for the three of them, and fuck a man for a meal and a room for the night. If they were willing to pay more she would do more.

Some of the men were willing to give them dinner, breakfast and a room, and even currency on the side for her to spend the entire night with them. She did this many times over the trip, trying to make sure they had a little bit of extra money.

It wasn’t what she wanted, missing sleep to let some out of shape and ugly normal man have his way, but there was ****.

Over the course of the trip Amber sucked more dick and swallowed more cum than she ever had before. She had done it with her dad, but that had been different. This was transactional. This bothered her, reducing herself to this for such common people.

When they finally walked up to the farm house Amber had been born in, they were exhausted. Walking Europe can be tough, this was tough on them, something they had never experienced.

Amber looked on the farm house, she had left it about nineteen years before, and you could see the age on it.

She knew where her dad had hid a key, and she let them into her childhood home. It didn’t have water or power, but she knew enough to get that working. The small fields her father had farmed were not cared for, and were overrun with weeds, but she had grown up helping him tend them, they could handle that as well.

This was not the life she expected, but she could adapt. As angry as she was at Kira and her father, that was a small thing compared to where they were now. They would figure this out, they would survive.

It might not be in the wealth they were used to, but they were several nations away from what had happened, they would not be found now.

Celeste was not as lucky. She found herself in custody, where she was lucky was that she was actually only nineteen years old. She was on original documents, and claimed she had been taken and **** into prostitution as other young women had been there. She was processed as a victim, rather than as a member of the people who had perpetrated the crimes committed.

And they had kept her away from the orgies for the most part. When she did go, it was for her own pleasure and she would wear a mask just as Amber did. So when they were showing people pictures she was not recognized.

It also helped that she did not take after her mother as Amber did. She took after her father, in this she was lucky. Perhaps not having the almost absurd beauty of the other female members of her bloodline.

She was beautiful, but not quite as recognizable, not as memorable.

She did have empathic ability, and she was very well put together, and she managed to talk her way out of custody. She had to promise to appear at a hearing, but she had every intention of leaving.

She regretted her choices now. She had left her mother and father to be with her aunt, on the promise of wealthy and high living, and of a life of unending sexual pleasure.

She hadn’t liked it when they **** her mom and dad, but she couldn’t stop them. As she often did, she went along. That was easier that starting trouble.

She had no idea how to find her aunt, or her parents. She had no money, so she snuck back into their house and found a stash of money her aunt had hidden, and then crept away with it.

She didn’t know where to go, but she needed to escape France and figure things out, before someone figured out who she was. Celeste traveled to the channel to find a boat that would take her somewhere, and found a fishing boat willing to take her to England.

They didn’t ask for money though, they didn’t want that at all. They wanted her body. She had been caught as the others had, and wasn’t dressed for traveling. She had been dressed in a form fitting dress when they caught her, and had not been able to change.

What Celeste certainly had was physical beauty. She had good genetics, and the advantages is the new strain of the virus, and having consumed Amber’s breast milk for most of her life. She was really well put together.

There was no way to hide her curves. Her round muscular ass, her large breasts, and men who saw her wanted her. They wanted to have her body, and these men had something she needed badly.

Celeste had to fuck for passage.

There was a captain and three crewman. She had to let all three of them fuck her at the same time for them to let her go with them. At first it was just the captain, then one crewman walked up to her with his cock out and then the other.

It was wild for the men, but not for her. She had never felt as powerless as she did right at that moment.

Then she had to fuck the captain again when they arrived at Dover later that evening.

It had been a small price to pay and she enjoyed sex. Not so much just then, as these were not attractive men, but it was a means to an end. It was something she could forget in exchange for her freedom.

She got off the boat in Dover with legal travel documents, and in a world where they would never look for her in another country for skipping a hearing in Paris. And she knew immigration would not bother her in the UK either. The world had so many problems, most of the world was now relatively clear to travel at will.

After so many wars and so many problems, people and governments just didn’t have the willpower and energy for it anymore.

Celeste made her way to London with the money she had, and got a small flat in the outskirts of town. She could pay for it for a few months while she figured out what to do, and it turned out she couldn’t do much.

What she could do still paid pretty well. She enjoyed sex, and as far as she had been told she was immune to sexually transmitted diseases, so she started working near the ‘red light’ district.

She worked as a prostitute for two months, and started to get more and more regular clients. She ended up moving to a flat in the district she worked in, and started working more as a higher end escort rather than walking the street.

She knew she was pregnant, and based on what Amber had told her it was her father’s child. It was almost guaranteed. So she didn’t need birth control, and couldn’t catch an STD, which made her a rather popular prostitute.

She figured she could at least get a few months of work in before she had to scale back due to pregnancy, but it turned out that as she became more pregnant she became more popular in the sex trade.

Unlike many women she did not gain a large amount of weight, still maintaining her beauty and much of her curves. And for some reason there were a lot of men who enjoyed fucking a pregnant woman.

After her son was born, she went back to work, leaving him at a day care. She was with a lot of men, but now insisted on their use of condoms. But she made a decent living for her and her son.

It wasn’t the life she wanted, but it was the life she had for now. Celeste had no idea where her aunt and the twins were, and no idea where her parents were. She didn’t care if she saw her aunt again, but it would be nice to see her parents again.

Maybe someday, but it was a big world.