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“But first,” he promised, his voice grim. “First, I'm going to rape you good, daughter mine.”
'No no no no God no please...' I repeated over and over in my head beneath the hammering of the slaps. I tried to call out, to beg for mercy or maybe to insult him, I'm not sure, but the gag reduced everything to a bare mumble as he dropped his entire weight onto my body, crushing me to the matress beneath him.
“Your lucky now, Arael,” he said as he leaned over my face. “You and I, we're gunna fuck like lovers now.” He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue slipping deep into my open mouth. The monster had already raped me, my ass still burned with the abuse it had suffered, but somehow, being kissed felt ever dirtier. I tried to close my eyes and pretend to be somewhere, anywhere else, but the jerks of pain as he bit my lips drew me back.
Roy stayed on top of me for what felt like hours, deeply kissing me while I tried to push him out of my mouth with my tongue, squeezing my breasts and twisting my nipples, and when I opened by eyes I could see Raven staring at me in horror, he taut form stretched high to the ceiling, balanced on her toes as she watched Roy use it. It was humiliating.
Then his hands where on my thighs, brutally forcing them spread around his body. The kiss ended finally, my sobbing lips finally free from Roy's mouth and teeth as he moved himself between my legs. I felt his cock against my slit, rubbing up and down. He muttered to himself, then pressed his cock against me, my cunt lips being forced wide by the force of his push. 'No no, please, not this!' I whispered to god, hoping against hope for a miracle.
“Leave her alone!” Raven called, interrupting by my poor sister's sobbing.
Roy growled and picked up a full can of beer, hurling it at her. The heavy can slammed into her gut and she heaved, letting out a loud and pained grunt. “Shut it, blondie. I'll get back to you soon!”
I gasped as his cock pressed into my body. “What a cheap little whore,” Roy laughed as he paused for a moment with just the head of his organ in me, and to my horror I realized I could practically feel the vibrations of that deep, horrible sound though his cock.
I remembered back to Sunday school so long ago, when I was picked up by my mother and asked why God had punished Sodom. “It was full of prostitutes,” she had answered. In my youth, I had thought she meant protestants. How silly of me.
“Aren't we prostitutes, mommy?” I had said.
“No, Arael. Prostitutes have sex outside of marriage, and are offensive to god, so he cleansed their filth from the city.
Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist and himself viciously inward, driving his cock to the hilt in me and shredding my virginity. The pain as my hymen tore was unbelievable, and I was sure that nothing else in my life could ever hurt as much. Every muscle in my body snapped taut as he brutally drove his entire length in me, and my head snapped back in an agonized scream. 'Prostitutes have sex outside of marriage.'
“Daddy just made his little girl a woman!” Roy smiled as he listened to my cries, tears swelling in my eyes.
'Daddy just made me a whore,' I wept as I translated.
Tears poured from my eyes as Roy started to pound into m trembling body as I screamed, begging incoherently through my gag for him to stop. My captor raped me with long, vicious strokes, making me quiver as the surrounding cameras captured every instant of my horrific violation.
His cock filled my cunt and his hands squeezed down on my bare ass, my thighs, and my breasts, his greasy fingers kneading my vulnerable flesh as he worked his big prick in and out of my bleeding pussy. He drew new cries of pain from me when he started changing the angle of his thrusts, raping previously virgin territory and stretching my sore body further from his assault.
His hand suddenly shot forward and slapped me, then he pulled my hear to center my head again before slapping me again. I squealed in pain as he did this over and over, drawing fresh cries from my trembling body. "This is what you need, slut," he said. "You need a good fuck and a good beating to show you your place!" He slapped his big hand down on my face once again, then again, then again, fucking me continuously as he beat the sense from me.
His cock pumped steadily in my cunt as he brutalized my face. I screamed and wailed and shrieked and moaned and cried by eyes out, but Roy entirely ignored me, continuing to beat me until my face hurt even worse than my cunt and I was whimpering more like a wounded animal than a human being.
I thought I was being murdered. 'Offensive to god,' my mother's voice echoed in my head. I figured this must be god punishing me for letting this monster fuck me and my sister. The pain was so intense I was growing increasingly light headed as he finally stopped hitting me and turned me on my side, stretching one of my legs up in the air until my toes were against his face. His cock continued to pump inside me, moving faster now, its tip banging against my cervix as he rutted into me like an animal.
Without the beating to distract me, the feeling of his cock thrusting again and again into my broken cherry seemed to hurt more, filling my consciousness as I came back to myself. I couldn't scream anymore, but only whimper and weep as he used me like a blow up doll, groaning low as I shook my head in time to his vicious thrusts. My head was throbbing, and I could taste blood in my mouth from a split lip.
Roy started tugging at my hair as his cock sliced back and forth between my tight little pussy lips, using it as a handle to fuck me harder. That brought a new scream from me as I tilted my head as far towards my rapist as I could, but it didn't help. I felt my hair tearing out as he yanked me up and back against him.
I could feel his cock growing larger in me, swelling as he gripped my waist and began hammering into me faster and faster, enjoying my agony and pleading. He groans of pleasure were covering out my sobs, and I couldn't hear myself think anymore. “Yeah... I'm gunna... spunk right into your womb... slave...” He grunted between thrusts. “I'm going to... flood... you with my... jizz you... cum-bucket!”
I screamed out in panic. I was horrified he would make me pregnant.
'Knocked up god-damned whore!' I thought to myself.
His cock started to throb inside me. With a low groan, Roy shot a long stream of thick, hot cum deep into my sore body. I screamed again as I felt the warmth spreading through me, and he continued to rut towards me, each new thrust milking a fresh squirt of the foul liquid. I felt nauseous, like I was going to vomit. I lay there weeping, feeling abandoned by god, as Roy pulled his softening meat from my cunt, and I felt his juice and blood leak out of me.
“Sorry you didn't cum, lover!” Roy laughed as he knelt over me, “But your pleasure isn't all that important to your daddy. I'm here to teach you a lesson.” He moved to straddle me, sitting his fat ass on my tits as he bounced his cock against my lips. “But I'll give you a consolation prize.”
He leaned down sunk his cock deep into her mouth. With my head pinned flat against the bed there was nothing I could do to avoid his assault, and I gagged on the swollen hunk of meat that was being forced into my throat. His hands rested on either side of my head as he pistoned his hips, fucking his still-hard cock into my mouth like he had my pussy a minute ago, fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes.
“Ring gags are great, huh?” Roy laughed, and the effort made his cock twitch in. “You get a nice mouth fuck, and there's not a thing you can do about it. What do you think, Arael?” I was gagging and choking, my stomach convulsing in absolute revulsion. My own virginal blood was being wiped off his cock in my mouth, and I felt nauseous as Roy took the time to rape my mouth, forcing himself completely into me. I felt my nose buried in his pubic hair as his hips pounded his cock into me, and I strained futily.
“Yeah, gag on it bitch!” He roared as he fucked me harder. “It adds to the fun!”
I couldn't breath. In my position it was impossible to get any air into my filled throat, and I couldn't wiggle back away from him to give me any room at all. My life was entirely in the sadist's hands in that instant, as my gagging and choking caused my throat to constrict around his cock.
“Open those green eyes at look at me!” he yelled. “Yeah! Yeah! Make me cum again if you want to breath whore.” I openned my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. My vision was strangely black and constricted.
“Stop!” my sister pleaded. “Stop it! You're killing her!”
Suddenly I could breath, and I coughed as I forced saliva out of the way, sucking in air desperately. When my head had cleared and I could see again, Roy was standing in front of Raven, punching her in the gut. “Shut!” He punched her again and again, “The! Fuck! Up! SLUT!” He pushed a ball gag into her, tying it around her tightly and catching some of her blond hair in the strap. “Wait your fucking turn, little girl!”
Within seconds he had pounced on me again, but he went back between my spread legs and lifted me from the bed, exposing my asshole as he pressed his cock against it. “NNNNN!” I screamed through my gag, but Roy didn't care as he pressed himself into me, forcing me open. I groaned as he slowly sunk his cock into my bowels again. I trembled as he fucked my dry ass with long, deep strokes, and it burned me.
“AAAAGH!!!” I hollered, stealing my own breath from me again. “PLS!”
He moved slowly at first, wanting to take his time and really enjoy the violation of my nice, tight asshole. I could only lay there and cry and he held me by my waist, pulling me entire body onto him and making my breasts flop in the air. Why was this happening to me? What had I ever done to deserve this?
“Yeah, this is definitely your best fuck-hole Arael.” He laughed again as I cried. “It hurts you the most.”
I cried out as Roy violently drove himself deeply into my ass, making me jump before returning to the long, slow strokes he had been using. He fucked me slowly like that for a while, before again driving into me viciously to make her jump and scream. It seemed like forever as he repeated this over and over again, until my tormented body could no longer respond the way he wanted it to. The he started pounding into me continuously.
Paying no attention to my muffled pleas he drove into me with ever increasing ferocity, bucking and jerking me under the force of the rape. Sweat was beading on my entire body, flowing down the curves of my breasts and forehead, pooling in my throat and navel as my limbs trembled involuntarily. I cried out anew when the brutal invasion of my bowels tore a thick stream of semen from his balls, filling me up. I lay trembling on the mattress, tears burning my inflamed cheeks.
“You should see your shit-hole, daughter.” Roy mocked me, slapping my ass wetly. “Ten times as big as oozing cum.” The mattress rocked as his weight left it, leaving me to cry into the bed, staring forlornly into the steady red light of one of the cameras.
“Now, blondie,” he said out of sight. “Shall we discuss your inability to shut your fucking mouth?”
- - - - -
-days later-
It wasn’t just daddy's ever throbbing tool which brought us misery, or his slimy tongue which licked and probed every inch of our young bodies. His whole shack had been turned into a machine
of suffering. The next day we were introduced to the “Icebox.”
“The secret to keeping hot pussy fresh and tight is cold storage.” Roy informed us as he stood over both of us. Part of the floor of the basement had been lifted up and revealed to hide a tiled floor like in a shower, complete with a drain, and the floor was covered with ice. Without hesitation he had tossed both us down into the pit. “Your frosty tits are gonna be hard enough to cut diamonds in a few hours!”
Roy ignored our screamed protests and threw another bucket of ice on top of our writhing forms as he continued. “You worthless twats should be squealing with delight.” I tried to crawl away from the next bucket of ice, but my hands, tightly bound behind my back, made it possible to do little but wriggle like a snake. “This ain’t the swamp. No slugs or leeches here!” With a final bucket of ice, Roy closed the floor over us and left us in the darkness.
Between the beatings and violent rutting, I hadn’t been able to talk to my sister. At night we had always been gagged, and could only whimper pitifully to each other in the dark. But now, in this miserable cold hell hole, I could at last talk to Raven.
“Raven,” I whispered, afraid that if my voice carried louder than that Roy would come back. “Are y-you alright?”
“I h-hurts. Hurts so bad,” she whispered back, and I knew that her huge tits must burn from the whipping Roy had given them minutes before. “But I’ll survive,” Raven finished adamantly.
“I... I’m s-sorry I can’t protect you...”
Silence filled the pit for a few minutes besides the sniffling of our tears. “Sis?” Raven said softly. “Do you think our parents have forgotten about us?”
I hesitated. “I'm sure they're looking for us right now,” I lied. I couldn't believe in that hope, it was too painful. They probably thought we were dead by now.
“I h-hope they f-find us s-soon,” she whispered, and I pressed myself against her as much as I could, trying to avoid her whipped breasts as I comforted her.
As the night went on, my fingers grew numb and the steel collar froze to my neck, ringing my skin with a burning band of pain. I had to bite my lips painfully to keep my teeth from chattering. As hours passed, I began to hope despite myself that Roy would return soon. I was sure I was dying down here in the ice.
When the lid was finally lifted, Roy grabbed my sister by her hair and dragged her from the pit, her lips blue as she awoke sobbing. “Arael!” she screeched. Help me! Don't let him take me!”
“Be back soon, slut!” he laughed before shutting me back in alone.
Through the thin cover I could hear my sister begging. “P-please mister. Please don't h-hurt me anymore. Take me and... -sob- f-fuck your... your whore -sob- P-please, just dont hurt me anymore...”
Roy's deep laugh cut through the muted conversation effortlessly. “My god are you an insatiable, cum addicted tramp. I'm ashamed to have you as a daughter.” He laughed again. “Sorry suger, but playtime is going to have to wait for a few days, cumhole.”
“ARAEL!” she screamed, “HELP M-” her cries were suddenly shut out by the slamming sound of a closing door.
I found myself wondering if God gave everyone a limited supply of tears. I had to be running low by now.
- - - - -
-the next day-
Daddy took me out and raped me again before two long, but I had no idea what the monster had done to my sister. He had gagged me and shoved me in front of one of his cameras so it could see my eyes bulge as he raped his favorite hole, my tight ass.
It wasn't until that night that I learned Raven's fate as I knelt by him upstairs as he used his laptop to upload some footage of my rape to one of his perverted customers online. I rested uncomfortable on the balls of my feet, nude but for the collar he had tied my hands to and the belts Roy had wrapped above and below my tits to make them swell. He attached a chord to my nipple rings, and periodically tugged on it to enjoy my whimpering.
“You sluts are getting famous, Arael,” he said with a particularly vicious tug. “I wonder if your old mommy and daddy have seen any of it yet.” He smiled at me, a sickly expression that reminded me of disease more than happiness. “Should I email them a copy and ask?”
“Oh god,” I begged. “Please don't daddy!”
Roy laughed as he pulled at my nipples again with the chord. “Shall we check in on your sister, then?” He tapped at his keyboard a few times while I looked.
When the screen lit up, I couldn't believe my eyes. In the green tint of low light film, I could see Raven hanging from her wrists in some tiny room, with most her flesh covered by dark spots. When I looked at them, I suddenly realized they were hundreds of cockroaches crawling all over her and she was writing and thrashing, hyperventilating in terror and screaming for me, for mom, for dad, for anyone to save her. Her eyes were wide and dilated, and her chest heaved as the bugs crawled all over her, eating specs of food Roy had dripped on her.
“Have you ever seen anything so pathetic?” Roy laughed. “Whore is used to being the center of attention, so I gave her some friends to be admired by!”
I stared in horror as my sister shrieked and shook, trying to fling the resilient bugs off of her. “GET THEM OFF ME! OH GOD! GET THEM OFFFFF MEEEE!!! HELP, ARAEL! AAAAIIEEEEEEEEEE!” She was hyperventilating in sheer terror – I knew she was deathly afraid of bugs.
“I should win an Oscar for this!” Roy joked as he watched my horrified save as I stared at the screen, my mouth wide in disbelief. “Do they give awards for making a pretty block fuckdoll piss herself in terror?” He tugged at my nipple rings to bring my attention back to him. “Why didn't you tell me there was more to your sis than tits to slap and a face to stuff cock into? The little airhead can act!”
“Oh god, Raven...” I sobbed, tears blurring my vision. “Please, daddy, have mercy on her, I beg you. She'll go insane in here!”
“No can do, slut!” Roy cheerfully announced. “My customers online are eating this up! No effects, real tears and terror. The money from this alone will keep me in beer for the rest of the year!”
“Please,” I sobbed, “please, I'll do anything. Anything that you want, anything that makes you happy with me. I'll take her place, just please! Get here out of there!”
Roy smiled at me again, revealing his disgusting teeth. “Your starting to learn, fuckpuppet.” He tugged my nipples hard and I lost my balance, falling to his feet as I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Maybe there's some hope for you. I'll give you one chance to save your darling sister.”
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“I've been so busy taking care of you spoiled brats,” Roy laughed, “That I guess I haven't had time to take a shower this month. You better clear me well, little girl.”
His cock pressed savagely between my lips, but he didn't thrust or pull on my head for once. Instead, I willingly pressed my lips around the disgusting rod, sucking and wrapping it in my tongue.
“Pretty filthy, eh?” He rubbed his hands affectionate through my dirty hair. “Guess some chunks got stuck on it when I ripped into your tight ass earlier.”
My collar was tied to cuffs just around my knees. My ankles were likewise cuffed, spread wide to a iron bar in that kept me on my toes. I couldn't move forward or back, or lower my feet enough to put them flat on the ground, the other bonds enforcing my uncomfortable posture. The only motion I could make was to pull my head forward on his cock, and pump myself up and down on the dildo embedded in my cunt.
“Work that dildo bitch!” Roy laughed at me while I sucked. “You know what you have to do.”
The spiked dildo was huge, and it was welded into a large metal pan beneath me. It hurt horribly, but I obediently lifted my ass up again before driving the dildo back into my slick cunt. Another drop of my juices landed in the metal pan with a loud plop.
My mind was numb with horror. I moved mechanically, swollowing the disgusting blobs which had stuck to his stinking cock. My only thoughts at this point were to save my sister from the pit, no matter what.
“Come on slut, work it!” he growled. “I want that pan filled to the brim with your nasty love slime!”
He wrapped my hair in his hands as he finally grew too excited, and began to fuck my face like usual. I choked less this time, perhaps because I was distracted by the huge dildo in my cunt. I don't want to think it was because I was getting used to taking his cock in my throat.
“Gha!” he yelled, breathing hard. “I'm gunna blow! Here's comes your reward, bitch! Hot and sticky!” he pulled out and jerked his dick once in my face before he exploded, covering my face in hot slime. He just kept cumming and cumming, covering my face with a white mask of discusting jizz that slid down my forehead and pooled in my eye sockets, glazing my lips as it dripped down my chin and landed on my tits.
“T-Thank you sir.” I choked out, disgusted. “I'm happy to make you feel -sob- good. C-can you let my sister out now?”
“Not so fast, slut,” he said as he wiped his cock off in my hair while I wept. “that bowl needs to be full of your cum, you retarded cow.” He pulled savagely at a nipple ring as he continued. “Better put your hole into overdrive. I'll check back on you later cunt.”
When Roy left I continued pumping myself up and down on the massive dildo. I'm ashamed to say I didn't have much trouble cumming. Perhaps it was the constant sexual stimulation I'd been under for weeks, or perhaps it was that, with Roy gone, the dildo seemed like less of a weapons, just an unwilling accomplice to my rape that didn't want to hurt me. One way or the other, I came. Liquid dripped down the surface of the dildo, flowing wetly into the pan. I couldn't open my eyes to see how full it was, sealed as they were by the slime on my face, but I knew it couldn't be very much yet. With a grimace, I raised myself up again and dropped down.
I learned a valuable lesson shortly afterwards. An orgasm or two feels good. A lot of orgasms hurt. As I fucked myself for longer and longer, my cunt grew more and more sensitive, and the process grew more and more painful. I felt like the dildo, my friend from earlier, was grinding my internal organs into a pulp, but I kept fucking myself on the massive thing, no matter how my limbs cramped and shook with pain.
“Come on, Please!” I begged myself as I came a fifth time. The cum of my face had dried now, gluing one eye shut, but the other could watch the liquid drop into the bowl, not even half full yet. “Have to... keep.. going...” I whispered after I shook from my seventh orgasm. “Have to keep wet... not matter what it takes...”
As I fucked myself for hours on the dildo, staring all the while into a camera's steady red right, I wondered idly which sight was attracting more of Roy's customers. My poor sister, desperately screaming to avoid the terrifying bugs on her, or me, desperately demeaning myself like a street whore to save her? I wondered how many were watching both. I wondered if it was anyone I knew.
The dildo made the most disgusting wet, squelching sounds as I drove it into me again and again, driving myself to an eighth orgasm. “Please,” I whimpered to myself. “please cum...”
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Roy finally came back after I'd been shouting for him for half an hour. My legs were long since cramped into uselessness, rigor locked into position with my cunt fully impaled on the thick dildo... but the bowl was full.
“I have to hand it to you, whore,” Roy smiled at me as he worked the dildo free from my cunt and picked up the bowl of my slime. “You managed to put fill it up. You're an even bigger slut than I thought!”
I was crying, the tears flowing over the dried cum for hours now. “T-thank you daddy! I... I w-worked so hard for you, see? -sob- A-are you proud of me?”
“Proud?” Roy say as he turned over the bowl on my head. My accumulated juices from hours drenched me, flowing down my hair like water from a shower as they soaked my hair and matted it flat to my skull. “I'm disgusted to have such a shameless dildo-doll for a daughter!”
I could hardly breath through the sobbing. “B-but... my sister? P-please sir... you promised!”
Roy laughed down at me, then put his hand to his fat chin. “Hmmmm, I'd almost forgotten about Raven.” He picked up a harness from the table and held it before my eyes and the camera. “I'll make you a deal. Just one more thing for you to do, and I'll let her out. Deal?”
Sobbing, I nodded.
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