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THE PRICK TEASE
“Dad, look at my new dress.” “Honey you look so sweet”. “You are going to be so beautiful at the prom”
Only 14 Karen was going to her first senior prom. It was also the moment her dad knew he wanted to fuck her. Karen could sense her dad’s lust and played to his feelings. Daddy, can you help me with the straps on my dress? The strap on my bra doesn’t feel right. Adjusting the strap her dad could feel the lust building.
God the little bitch is a prick tease. It was a game that would continue for four years.
Karen learned to play her dad, like a piano: A casual bend over with a loose top and no bras. A little beaver shot with shorts and no panties. A little affectionate kiss with a little tongue and a coy laugh. A hug with just a little too much hug. Her dad desired her but could do nothing. How could he? Karen was his daughter. Kay was the plain sister. Her dad didn’t notice her. The boys passed her by. Karen treated her like a poor cousin. Year after year the resentment built. Kay could see how her father looked at Karen.
What a prom evening. evening! The dancing with all the boys, the flirting was so vivid. Memories swarmed through Karen’s mind. She remembered the time in the car later giving Steve a hand job. How awkward she was then. Kay had been at the prom too, a senior but with another girl as no guy had asked her. The day afterward was a swirl of gossip, who did what to whom. She had been the star, only a freshman but attending the prom with a senior football player.
STOMP HER
THUMP. Back to the present for Karen. The shit kicker boot stomped down on Karen’s hand. She came to. Where am I? “What is happening? She was lying on the cross still held by the spikes through her wrists. Her legs were now re-tied to the bottom of the cross. Her tormenter had his boot on her hand torturing her now swelling fingers. Meanwhile a group of guys were surrounding her. They had their cocks out and began to piss on her. “Time to wake up BITCH and take a shower.” “Yellow shower for the whore.” One of the guys knelt down and directed his stream into her mouth. Another held her head and forced her mouth open. Karen gasped for air. She was in danger of drowning in piss. When Karen finally caught her breath she screamed out. “NO NO, you promised you were going to take me off the cross. Where is the doctor? Please don’t do this. No more. Please. Please.”
LITTLE WHORE SISTER GETS WHATS COMMING TO HER
Kay watched with satisfaction. Her little star sister was still the star but in a most satisfying role.
Crucified, tortured, degraded and humiliated the little slut was begging for mercy. Kay was very happy.
Hugging her dad she felt only the happiness a psychopath could feel. Kay had finally connected with her dad. Her dad loved her now. The die was cast, Karen was going to get what was coming to her.. Kay knelt down beside Karen. “Kay help me, please.” Karen pleaded. Karen slapped her and then back slapped her across the face. “You are going to die little sister.” Kay then straddled her kneeling over Karen. Grabbing her tits she screamed into her face. “Die bitch.” Standing up, Kay yelled “CRUCIFY THE LITTLE WHORE”.
CRUCIFIED - THE FIRST MORNING
The bikers wasted little time. The gang crowded around in anticipation. A cross board, a 4” x 2” x 24” was attached to the main beam cross wise to the main beam slightly above Karen’s feet. Two spikes were laid out. The cross lay at a slightly upright angle and Karen’s head was lifted so she would watch. The right foot was placed at the end of the board so she would be nailed legs apart, pussy open. A spike was placed over her foot and the mallet was raised and slammed down. Karen screamed but the mallet intentionally missed to the amusement of the onlookers. The nailer then went about his work using slow and short hits to prolong the effect. Karen was screaming and twisting. The crowd watching was mesmerized. While the spike was being driven several of the guys knelt around her. They twisted and slapped her tits. They were yelling in her face, screaming at her. “YEA BITCH. TAKE IT CUNT. NAIL THE WHORE” One guy spit on her face and another slapped her.
Karen’s mind was in slow motion. The pain of the nailing was intense. There were the secondary torments of being slapped, pinched and kicked.. After the nailer was done with first foot everything became quiet. Karen had settled down a little. What was going to happen next? They made her wait 20 minutes. She could hear them talking about her. They were laughing and joking. Her nailed leg was convulsing and they were laughing. What is going to happen next? Karen was waiting and waiting.
Kay knelt next to her sister. “Ok, guys, time for the second foot. I want to watch close up.” Finally, the other foot was held into place and the nailing began. The crowd was quiet this time to listen to Karen’s renewed screaming. The leg and body convulsed with the pain. Kay watched her sister and spit in her face.
“You are going to die bitch.” Karen was babbling and begging which only excited Kay.
CRUCIFIED TOY
After both legs were nailed, the cross was raised. Everyone in the crowd was given some time for inspection, taunting, squeezing, pinching. The cross was then inverted and was raised by a winch so Karen’s feet were at the top and her head was at the bottom, waist high for someone standing. One by one a dozen bikers face fucker her and came on her head. Karen would gurgle and gag. Her head and face were covered in cum. While they fucker her face they could slap her ass or finger fuck her pussy.
When they were done the cross was raised several feet and dropped. The sudden jarring sent Karen into fits of screaming. The pain was intense at the four nailed points. Every muscle, tendon and joint screamed with pain. The cross was then lowered and raised upright. An angle wood seat was attached to the upright to support Karen at her ass.
The cross was then taken out of the machine shed to the barn cattle pen area. The cross was erected facing the now rising sun. A bucker of shit was brought out and smeared over her body. The flies were going to have a field day. The front of Karen’s body had been left unscathed but the sun would take it toll on her skin. Karen went between bouts of scream, begging and crying. Guys milled about fascinated by the sight.
How long can she last?
The speculation began “How long can she last?” “We are giving her IV’s at night and a transfusion when needed. She is getting antibiotics.” “We are hoping for all of today and tomorrow with an execution tomorrow evening.” “I don’t know, look at her already.” “It is amazing the pain the human body can take.” We hope those titties get nice and sunburned today. That will make for some fun tit fucking tonite. Karen’s pain had become a game. The psycho’s were loving every sick moment. There was no empathy, no pity. Karen’s body and mind was there only for their pleasure.
Karen could hear them talking about how long she would live. The also talked about how her life should be ended. Skinning alive, slow roasted or impaling seemed to be popular ideas. One of the guys yelled at Karen. “We are going to fuck you on that cross till you die bitch.”
FUN UNDER THE SUN
Karen was a wonderful sight for the sexual sadist. She was hung from a cross, crucified in a most painful manner. The sadists were not content to simply let her die. They were determined to extend her suffering and supplement it with addition creative sadistic methods. Flies by the hordes were attracted by the piss, cum and shit covering her. Karen would shake her head and body trying to escape the constant torment but would only increase the agony of her crucified state. The sun baking her made the mess all the more putrid.
Karen finally succumbed and passed out.
The guys watching her brought out a hose used to wash down the cattle stalls. The water source was cold directly from a well. Karen was given a washing down with a strong stream of cold water. She quickly revived now clean but facing a glaring sun. Her dad now came close to her, he got up on a small step so he was even with her He began rubbing his body next to her placing his body next to hers He was hard as a rock and ready to fuck “Dad, why, why. You said I would be taken down. Why do you want to do this?”
Smiling he pushed his cock into her.
DADDY FUCKS THE WHORE
“Fuck her the guys yelled as they crowded around no to watch the fun. He was so excited, Fucking his daughter on the cross. Now she was going to die on the cross and he could do anything he wanted. He was face to face and started kissing her. He loved the feel of the parched swollen lips. His hands were on her tits red and swollen with abuse. Every time he thrust pushing her he could hear her increase pain. Karen’s breath became more labored. Her dad began to fuck her harder and harder. He pushed hard on her raising her up and the falling back down. He pushed faster and harder until he finally came inside her.
To be Continued
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