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-the next day-
I had finally collapsed into a troubled sleep, or maybe I didn't Passage of time was hard to tell, and I was still sore and tired. My eyes could have been closed for ten seconds or ten hours. The only hint I had as to the passage of time was the dim memory of nightmares, and that my sister was no longer screaming. I couldn't bring myself to move, my limbs felt completely numb, and I was still bound like a gymnast stretching, my ass high in the air. I wasn't sure I would even be able to close my mouth anymore after this wretched gag was removed.
For god knows how long I just stood there, trying to convince myself that I was still sleeping, and that everything had just been a horrifying nightmare that would pass into memory soon. It couldn't be true, God wasn't this cruel... or was he? Impossible!... But I really was tied in my revealing position, breathing the dirty air of the squalid basement.
When I saw the video cameras pointed at me, still glowing in the darkness, I knew that it all was terribly, awfully real, and started began to cry.
Quietly, tears began rolling down my cheeks and over the dried filth encrusted on my face, the spit and cum and blood Roy had plastered me with. The pain in my asshole was terrible, it burned fiercely from the savage rape that had been inflicted on her hours ago. Or days. Or minutes.
Was someone missing her? Her parents, her real parents, must have noticed when they didn't come her. Her mother must have been frantic. Surely they would have alerted the Police, but then where where they?
Would they ever find them, stranded in the middle of the reeking swamp?
I wiggled, but I already knew it was an impossible exercise. Roy could leave me here alone because he knew my bonds were completely secure, and even if I were to get free, the door was locked. There was nowhere to go, and I shuddered to think of my daddy's rage if she should try to escape and fail. Everyday her captor taught her a new height of pain, and I was terrified to provoke him. I was simply left to remain here, fearing the moment when my tormentor would return for me.
Had I really only been here for days? I felt like me and my sister had been here for half my life. I felt lost, scared, humiliated.
I couldn't help but remember the way I had been used, as Roy loved to pass his hands over my breasts, what he called my tits, squeezing and manhandling them, no matter how pitifully I cried and moaned. He had tormented me new pierced nipples, and he enjoyed my suffering. When I thought about it, I could still remember the feeling of his cock tearing through me from behind, of the thick shaft filling my throat. The agony in my shoulders and back overwhelmed. I thought I had read something about position before, that is was a torture they had used in that arab prison. Strappado, they called it. It was agonizing.
More time passed, and the lack of light and a clock did funny things to my mind while I was drunk with pain. One second, it felt like time was passing incredibly fast, and the next it felt like it crawled. My brain flipping between feeling like I'd been here forever and no time at all. Hunger burned in my stomach, and I felt like time was hollowing me out inside, that my body was feeding off itself
I was weeping quietly when Roy fat feed pounded down the stairs, and I started crying harder.
I wasn't crying because he had come back for me. I started sobbing harder because I realized I was happy I hadn't been abandoned, that he was going to release me from my bonds even if it was to find a new torment for me. The thought made me feel empty inside.
- - - - -
Of course, things got worse.
When Roy dragged a dirty mattress down into the basement, I confess I was relieved. Even as he threw me onto it, I felt that no matter what he was going to do to me, this had to be an improvement. If he was going to abuse me anyway, better the mattress than hanging in the air or on the cold cement.
My arms still bound so painfully behind my back, Roy wrapped ropes around my thighs and calves to bind my legs like a frog. When he unbound my arms, I sobbed. I wept softly. He ignored me and grabbed my now free wrists, pulling them above my head as he flipped me into my back on the mattress. Quickly he cuffed my wrists together, and then to a ring at the head of the mattress.
Then to my surprise, he left.
As I sat there in the dim light, I felt surprisingly... comfortable. My sore muscles screamed in relief as they relaxed for the first time in... it felt like forever. I couldn't stand or leave the mattress, but I could almost move freely. I could even close my legs, and I did, hiding my untouched crotch from the prying red eyes of the cameras. I couldn't get entirely comfortable, though. The cold metal of the cuffs was tight on my wrists and cold, and my hunger and thirst was almost a external entity at this point, standing outside of my body and screaming for nourishment. I hadn't a sip of water since before he had raped me, and no food since I'd been here.
The pounding on the stairs came again, and Roy came back into view carrying my hogtied sister. Bloody welts adorned her back, marring the perfect skin, and her large breasts were swollen and darker than her complexion. As he threw Raven atop me, my anger started to erase my hunger. 'I will kill that monster,' I swore to myself, lying beneath my sobbing sister, 'I'll kill him for what he's done to her.'
The fat man unbound her arms before wrapping a rope around both her wrist and my ankle, putting her palm flat against the mattress. Roughly forcing my legs obscenely spread again, he repeated the process with her other arm. Then he did something I couldn't see, but whatever he attached her arms to next, it pulled my ankles with it when they spread, forcing me almost painfully spread. To my humiliation, I could feel my nether lips part, open and exposed before the steady red rights.
Roy grabbed my sister by her ass positioned her just inches crotch above my face before her attached cuffs to her ankle, pulling them wide by attaching the cuffs to rings on the sides of the mattress and spreading her lips as obscenely as mine were. Finally, I watched Roy wrap a rope around Raven's slender neck, trying it up to the ceiling to enforce her posture. Any attempt to each herself down from her strict position would only choke her now.
“What a perfect position for slutty sisters,” Roy laughed, speaking for the first time. The loud voice assaulted my ears. He had food in his hand, a drumstick or something. He bit into it viciously as he walked to straddle my bound arms and knelt on the bed. That fat cock rested grotesquely on my nose.
The smell of the food was almost intoxicating. It dominated my senses, even overwhelming the vile scent of his unwashed cock. Almost gently, Roy tilted my head back and placed his hardening rod into my open mouth. I could taste feces on the bloodstained tool, and fresh tears came to my eyes when I realized they were Raven's.
Strangely, he didn't thrust into me like I expected. He just knelt there, his cock half in my mouth as I tried to taste it as little as possible, minimizing contact between it and my tongue and cheeks. Roy patiently waited there as he ate the chicken, voraciously consuming the fresh meat...
God help me, but I'd have buried him in my throat for one of those drumsticks.
I don't know how long it was before he finished. “Damn, I needed that. Screwing your sister works up quite an appetite, Arael.” He growled, swirling his cock around a little in my mouth. I avoiding its taste as much as I could. “I need to keep my strength up if I'm going to have any jizz for that bimbo's cunt.”
I froze as he pulled out of my mouth, raising his hips until he was level with my sister's body. “Didn't I mention? I decided she's earned the right to become a woman.” I could hear the sinister laughter in my voice, just beneath the surface, waiting to break free. “And whatever you gave me is all the lube she's getting.” And as the monster pushed his cock into my sister, that laugh finally bubbled to the surface, loud and cruel and absent humanity.
The monster seemed determined to take Raven in a single lunge, but there was no chance. The head of his almost unlubricated cock jammed barely past the entrance to my sister virgin opening, stopping him dead. Without any wetness from Raven to ease the assault, without any saliva from me, he had to do the assault of my sister slowly. My sister screamed as he mounted her dry and forced his way in, causing her the greatest possible amount of pain.
“Sorry slut, looks like you sister didn't do much of a job,” Roy bellowed around his laughter.
“AHH! AAAAGH!” Raven cried, her voice hoarse. “It hurts! Stop, please! Daddy! Daaaaadiieeee.
“Well I wouldn’t want you to enjoy it, that would defeat the point.”
I had previously had no idea just how stubborn an unprepared pussy could be. My captor shoved, lunged, and pounded his way into my virgin little sister a quarter inch at a time, never pulling his cock back even a bit, though it could only have helped the process. My sister's screaming continued, become less and less coherant as the abuse continued. I couldn't top watching the cock invading my loving, sweet sister. It had to hurt him, it had to feel like sand paper on his skin, but Roy didn't seem to mind. Watching his victim, beautiful blond Raven, writhe on his weapon, screaming from the pain and begging for mercy, sobbing in her abject humiliation; watching that seemed to arouse him as much as it disgusted me, seemed to make it all worthwhile to him.
The more he hurt, the more she hurt. That seemed good enough for him.
I could tell when he'd pushed in far enough to break my sister's virginity. The intensity of her screams never shifted, but drops of scarlet blood slid from her hole as Roy slowly pulled back, falling onto my face. My sister's destroyed innocence. Slowly, carefully, he pushed back into her, causing fresh screams and gaining another quarter inch.
Once the fat man had managed to cram a couple of inches of himself into her, the battle was as over. With no more worry of his cock bending rather than pushing further into her he could start thrusting properly, every thrust of his hips fucking a little deeper into her untouched hole, every movement stealing another little piece of Raven's innocence. She reminded me of nothing so much as an insect pinned to a collection board in school, squirming and flailing on his cock, desperate to get away, but hopelessly impaled. I realized I was sobbing, that my vision was becoming blurry through the tears, and I had no idea when I'd started.
Once the entire length of his cock had vanished into my sister, the evil man started humping her in earnest. Her poor, abused pussy had only her blood for lubrication, but Roy wasn't about to let that stop him from raping his newest hole. My sister's cries started to fade now, even though she thrashed even more violently. The maniac had stolen her voice from her, ripped her throat raw with the sounds of her suffering.
The utter degradation of Raven being taken, used, mounted like a filthy prostitute had both of us bawling like a child, praying for our mother to save us from our hell, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. Our mother had warned her about 'bad men,' men like Roy, and I was certain she would be disappointed in us for not listening to her. 'I'm sorry, mommy,' I whimpered in the depths of my own mind. 'I couldn't protect her from him. I'm sorry mommy, please don't be mad.'
“P-please not so rough,” my sister sobbed helplessly, her voice pathetically soft. “I’ll be good, I promise! AAAAGH! ARAEL HELP MEEEE!”
'I can't. I'm so sorry Raven. I can't.'
Roy's hand vanished from sight, and I heard my sister gasp as her head was pulled back. Her ponytail. He was using her blond hair as a handle to rape her.
“P-please, mister...” Raven cried, and my heart broke for her again. The sound was so sad, so absent of hope. “I just need to catch my breath.. I’m so sore... It hurts too much!”
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, cunt!” was Roy's only response as he raped his way in and out of her deflowered body, ripping and tearing her to pieces with the brutality of sex. He reached his other hand down her lashed skin and grabbed tightly onto one of her enormous breasts, squeezing tightly until the flesh bulged around the fist he was making, changing shape like malleable clay under Roy's brutal use.
The act pulled new screams from my sister, somehow giving her the strength to tear the agonized sound from deep within her battered throat.. “GHAAA! W-why are you doing this to me?” AAAGH! I’ve done everything you’ve asked. P-please don’t... NAAA!”
That laugh, that booming laugh, swallowed me again, and for the first time I closed my eyes, flinching away from the threat that noise held. “I’m doing this because I can. Now shut your ball slobbering mouth, bitch!” Roy squeezed again and tugged, pulling her back against him by the sensitive flesh. My eyes opened once more. I couldn't look away, couldn't stop watching as my sister was punished for my failure to protect her. I was too weak.
Weak. I was too weak to fight our owner, too weak to stop crying. Too weak to look away. So pathetically, awfully useless to do anything but lay there sobbing as he raped my sister right before my eyes, more blood dripped on my face I cried, praying that he would finish with her soon.
“Any blond chick with tits this big is just begging to be punished and used.” Roy announced as he sped up, increasing the force he used to batter my sister. “If it wasn’t me, it would be some other fat slob twisting ‘em off. And he might not be so gentle!” That laugh came again and the fat man came, filling Raven's most sacred place with his disgusting juices. Fresh sobs of despair escaped her lips.
Globs of his vile cum fell on my face as he pulled out, and he laughed. Haw! She’s sharing my cum with you, whore. Dropping our juices all over your pretty face! Arael, you didn’t tell me your sister was such a nasty cumdump! I'd have made you a woman first!”
Of course the fat pig started eating again as we lay there bound. Good food... human food. He tormented us by eating while he laughed at us useless sluts.
“Has she ever done that before?” He burped, removing the rope from around Raven's neck. My sister collapsed almost instantly atop me, her over strained muscles pushed past their limit. “What a shameless tramp,” he said as he slipped a new piece of duct tape over her mouth, slapping my crotch as he did.
And then he walked away, leaving us in the dark as my sister quickly cried herself to sleep, sobbing into my spread crotch as she leaked more of Roy's disgusting cum onto my face.
- - - - -
Days went by. How many I couldn’t tell you. I’d lost track. One day of misery blended into the next. Every day he found some new way to make me suffer as I watched my sister get raped, her young body abused by our merciless owner. He refused to touch me, even though I begged every single time he removed my gag for him to leave my sister alone, that I would do anything for him if only he's stop hurting Raven.
The worst part was that I think my begging just made him happier to hurt my sister. It was like he knew that I suffered more from being unable to help her than I did when he hurt me instead.
I tried to comfort her, to lend her my strength and reassure her that I was here for her, but everyone has their limits.
Today, we had both hit ours.
My hunger had overcome my guilt at being unable to defend my sister, my fear of punishment or rape, even my desire to escape. I could see in Raven's hollow blue eyes that she was the same.
We both knelt before him, looking up at him with watery eyes. Neither of us were bound save for handcuffs on our wrists, but we both remained there, docile as lambs being led to slaughter and too stupid to resist their fate.
“Hello, my worthless, nympho daughters. I'm told there's something you want to say to me?” Roy looked down the two of us, nude and shameless before him as he drank from a beer. He crushed the empty can and threw it at Raven's tits, bouncing off into the dark basement.
“Yes, daddy.” I said, looking up at his face but not daring to meet his eyes, like he had taught me. “I... I’m sorry I was bad. I’m hungry now.” And I slipped my lips over his disgusting cock, taking him deep into my mouth without being told.
As I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, I heard Raven continue the please. “Can we eat now? P-Please? Please, daddy?” Raven started licking the side of his monsterous shaft as I pulled off, and as I pulled completely back, she slipped her lips over the head and pull him as deeply into her as I had into me.
“Please, daddy,” I continued. “I learned my lesson. I'll do whatever you want from now.” I rubbed my breasts against his leg while I waited for Raven to release him from her mouth, and as she did I took her place and she continued pleading.
And so we continued, taking turns begging for scraps of food as the other fucked out own throats on his member. I found myself saying revolting, humiliating things. Words that I’d have died of shame if my family heard me say them. But I was so hungry I didn’t care any more. What was even worse was that I sincerely hoped he was happy with me, that he’d give me and my sister something to eat no matter how filthy or disgusting.
Finally the pig grabbed my filthy black hair as soon as I wrapped my lips around him, right after promising that I'd drink his piss for the rest of my life if only he'd feed me. He forced me all the way down to his balls in one brutal second, my eyes bulging as he started erupting into me.
Roy yanked me off of his cock, aiming himself at my tits as I knelt before him coughing. More blasts coated my bruised breasts as he came, then he turned his aim to my sister, lashing Raven's rack with gooey ropes of white filth.
“Sure!” Roy announced, laughing at us as he reached over to the counter, picking up a bowl filled with something yellow and brown. “I got a steaming plate of dumb cunt cuisine right here!”
Roy threw the gelatinous food over us, splashing over our faces and tits. “Don't waste any sluts,” he said, a disgusting smirk splitting his fate face.
Without more than a few seconds of hesitation, I learned over and started running my tongue over my sister's face as she did the same to me, cleaning up the disgusting food along with the strings of our captors cum. The rancid filth made me want to gag as it passed over my tongue, but I kept eating regardless, moving down to eat my dinner right off Raven's breasts while she patiently waited for her turn.
I think the swill was dog food mixed with pea soup. At least, that’s what I prayed it was. It smelled like boiled sewage. It took all my strength to choke it down, but I did. It was better than starving,
But not by much.
“Don’t forget to thank daddy properly for taking such good care of you. Growing whores need more than a belly full of sticky splooge to survive!”
“Thank you daddy,” Me and Raven chorused.
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-the next day-
The next day, Roy stole my virginity from me.
I had no warning, no suspicion. I knelt with my hands tied behind my back at the elbow, watching Roy as he played with my sister. Raven was bound bound with her hands to the ceiling as he raped the blond teenager, forcing her to wrap long long, sexy legs around him. The next second, he declared himself bored and punched her in the gut, her blue eyes glowing with agony.
He pulled me to my feet, throwing me on to the mattress that still rested in the corner of the basement. Before I could really even register my change in situation he had attached a leash to my collar and tied it sharply to the hole at the head of the bed.
Roy bent down over me and whispered into my ear. “I know you've been lying to me, slut. You pretend to be all tame like your sister, but your a wildcat and I know it.” He licked my face then like a horny dog, and I reflexively winced. “I'm going to beat that defiance right out of you. I'm going to make you regret the day you were born.”
Her arm moved faster than I could see through tear streaked eyes. Before I registered his hand had moved my cheek was on fire as my face slid to the side. He pulled my head straight by my hair and slapped it again. I screamed out a pitiful sob through the damned ring gag, but he slapped me again and again. “But first,” he promised, his voice grim.
“First, I'm going to rape you good, daughter mine.”
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