THE RIGHT WORDS
By V.P. Viddler
When she had finally stopped screaming and then babbling and then moaning and
then sobbing and gasping, the man with the cigar told her again that her brother
was waiting.
All his life, she thought, he had been waiting for this all his life.
"Do ask him nicely," the man with the cigar said, and when she just whimpered he
began puffing on it again.
"No," she said, almost choking on the words but unable to stop herself from
saying them. "No god no please I can't." And as the man took the cigar from his
mouth she said, "All right. All right. Don't. Please. I will. I'll do it.
Please. All right."
"Do it," the man said. "Now."
She could not see her brother, she could not move her head, or anything else.
Stretched out and spread wide and tied down, wrists and ankles bound, waist
bound, hair clamped and bound, pulling painfully, though that pain was nothing
to the pain of the cigar burning into her flesh, again and again and again, into
her breasts and her thighs and her stomach and her vagina. Until she had been
twisting uncontrollably, bucking and squirming and howling inhumanly with the
unimaginable agony.
"All right," she said. "Do it, John," she said. "Please do it. Please have sex
with me. Please." She was crying.
"Use the right words," the man said, and she could hear John now, panting.
Panting for his dream come true. To despoil her, to violate his older sister,
his proud arrogant contemptuous haughty snob of a sister, to take that sensuous
body, to have it bent to his will, to rape and hurt and degrade her. "And ask
him nicely," the man with the cigar said.
Crying, she said, "Please fuck me, John. Please I'm begging you. Please fuck my
cunt. Put your cock in me and fuck me hard. All you want. Please."
She couldn't stop crying as she said this disgusting thing to him, fouling her
own soul. But if only they wouldn't hurt her any more. She knew she would have
to ask the man with the cigar to take her also. And the others. All of them. How
many? Six? And what would they make her do? "Please," she said crying. "Please
John do it to me."
"Oh, sis," John said, and now he was looking down at her, and his hand was on
her nipple and it was pinching hard on the burn and she was shrieking shrilly
and thrashing.
"No! No! Don't!"
"Hurt, sis?" John said, grinning now. "Hurt a lot?" And pinching harder.
"Haaaaaa! Stop no stop don't stop!"
"Love to see you this way, sis. Going to fuck the shit out of you. Going to have
him burn your thighs as I'm doing it."
"No! No! Please! No!"
"Going to have your fine gorgeous body twisting and wriggling and spasming and
bucking and squirming against me as I fuck your proud little cunt, sis. As that
cigar sears into your soft smooth skin. Won't that be fun?"
"John no John I'll be good I'll be good for you no please I'll do anything John
listen please anything you want just please no."
"But what I want is to watch you suffering, sis. So much. So badly. That's what
I want."
"Don't let him oh god please don't let him I'll do anything at all just tell me
what you want and I'll do it, I'll do it so good so good please please you can
all have me I'll do it for all of you I'll fuck you all if you want to use my
mouth I will use my mouth on you all of you I will suck you and kiss you and
lick you please and you can use my ass fuck my ass all you want I'll be your
slave your toy I'll crawl and lick your feet oh god oh dear god please anything
please anything no."
"You will do all that, Susan. Yes, you will do all that for us and much more.
Much much more. But you will scream for us also. And if your brother wants you
screaming and twisting as he fucks you, that is what you will do. I have a whole
box of cigars, Susan, and I will be able to burn you for hours. All night long,
in fact. Your screaming will keep us all hard no matter how many times we come
in your mouth or in your cunt or up your ass or in your face. So you will be
kept busy fucking and sucking us all night. But if we get tired of you we will
bring in your father and make him fuck you. Do you think he would like that,
Susan?"
"Yes. I know he would. You--oh no no I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't no please
I'm--haaugghhh!"
"Put a gag in her mouth. I'm going to make this bitch choke on her own vomit.
Now, Susan. Now!"
"Nngg-Nngghh! Gghnn. Hnnn. Nn. Nn. Nn. NNNNNNGGGHHHHH!"
"Now you can fuck her. Do it to her good."
John lying on top of his sister grinning down at her forcing her to look into
his eyes as he rammed his cock hard into her soft helpless vagina. "God you are
fine, sis. Just fine! Look, I'm doing it, aren't I, sis? I'm fucking you. Oh you
filthy cunt bitch I'm finally fucking you, raping you, screwing the crap out of
you. How do you like it, sis? How does it feel? To have my cock pounding at you,
to know you can't do anything about it. No, not a damn thing you can do, sis,
all stretched out and tied down like this. Burn her now."
"No! No!"
"Then talk to me, sis. Tell me you love me."
"John."
"Burn her."
"No! I--I will. I--I love--I oh god I love you."
"Again. Again. Again."
"I love you oh god I love I love you I love you I love you."
"Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me I want you to fuck me do it fuck me John please."
"I'm going to come in your mouth, sis. Open your mouth. Swallow my come sis."
"Now I'll make her vomit it up," the man with the cigar said. And he did. And
then he had Susan go down on hands and knees and lick it up. Till she was sick
again. And he made her lick that up too.
By the time they brought her father in she was an animal and she knew she was an
animal and she couldn't stop because they would hurt her still more. "Crawl to
your father," and she did, crawling and saying "Daddy look at me Daddy look at
your little girl Daddy I'm a whore Daddy I'm a filthy slut and I fucked my
brother and fucked all these men and I did everything for them and I am a filthy
crawling sex toy Daddy and you want to fuck me too and you can Daddy you can
fuck your own daughter I will spread for you I will suck your cock and I will
give you my body Daddy just don't let them hurt me any more."
"But Daddy wants to hurt you."
"I know Daddy you love to see me in pain," and Susan was soon hanging by her
wrists and screaming as her Daddy ground cigars out on her thighs and breasts as
her brother was whipping her as hard as he could and all of them rubbing their
cocks against her twisting body and coming on her coming all over that body...
