Ever since I was a little girl, I’d dreamed of being a newswoman. The female reporters on TV always seemed so smart and confident. Becoming a television reporter was all I thought about. But the first time I appeared on the nightly news it was in the most horrifying way possible.

       The entirety of the scratchy, worn television set was filled with portraits of a pair of school girls.  The girl on the right had long straw blond hair, tied in a loose ponytail with a pink bow. Bangs of her hair fell over her face carelessly, kept out of the tie.  She wore no makeup, but her face was striking anyway, sharp and youthful.  Her eyes were her most distinguished feature.  The blue orbs seemed to stare sadly at the audience.  She was only sixteen.

       �The search for the missing Cadence sisters,� a droning womans voice spoke from off screen, subtitling the pictures with her voice, �Enters its second week. With no clues and no leads, there is diminishing hope they will be found alive.

       The girl on the left was older, seventeen.  Her face was softer, and even though she wore some tasteful makeup, I couldn't help but think that her sister was the more beautiful of the two.  The girl has black hair as long as her sisters, but she kept it neatly pulled back behind a headband.  Bright green eyes shine in the picture, in brilliant contrast to her pale skin.

       The girl on the left was me.

       On the TV, the news anchor reappeared, a frumpy woman in her forties, fingers neatly folded on the desk.  �Friends and neighbors are praying that the young women are safe and happy, wherever they are now.�

       We weren’t. We’d never been more terrified or more miserable in our short lives.

       �A hotline has been established, and anyone who has information about their disappearance is urged to call immediately,� the woman continued, her slow, monotonous voice understating the importance of her plea.  �The two sisters were last seen leaving the Whitefish Bay public library before vanishing without a trace. Their parents continue to plead for their safe return.  You may remain anonymous.  The chief of police has said that returning the young women to their loving family is his top priority

       ‘Loving family?’ I didn’t know what that meant, The words buzzed around my head making no sense. My sister and I belonged to a new family now. We didn’t have a loving daddy any more. We had him ... the one who hurt us...

       My new home was a roach infested dump. Flies and maggots crawled across my skin. I shuddered at their touch, but couldn’t brush them off in disgust. I was bound most of the time. Even when my new daddy took me out to play.

       Like right now.

       The disgusting man's prick tore its way into me as he forced me to sit down on top of it.  My poor vagi... no, my cunt was on fire as it spread around the invading member.  His fingers pressed roughly into my thigh, pulling me up and down.  Reflexively I tried to pull my hands down, to defend myself, but it was a pointless attempt.  I was too firmly secured by the handcuffs around my wrists, looped through a ring on the wall behind the couch we both sat on.

       The man behind me gulped down a swig of beer, the smell of the cheap swill almost as disgusting as the man I sat atop.  �They’re still looking for you, Arael. I thought they’d give up by now. They must think you’re something special. But you and I know better, don’t we?� He said, pushing me down on his cock especially hard.  �The three of us know you’re just a cheap fuck!� His foot kicked out with another especially violent thrust, kicking an empty beer can into four more of the dozens littering the basement.  �You could be replaced by a wet twat that screams when you beat it, and no one would know the difference!�

       I tried to yell out an instinctive denial, but nothing but a grunt escaped the gag in my mouth.  I wanted to scream in pain, to shout that he was wrong about me, to beg him for mercy, but nothing remotely like speech made it out of my mouth.  As he forced me up and down again and again and again, I could do nothing but stare helplessly at the television screen in front of me as the newswoman went on.

       �A reward is being offered for their safe return. All of us at this station are praying for a happy ending to this disturbing story. More as it develops.  This has been Anne Catherine with the news.  Good night!�

       

       The massive cock gouged a searing path to my cervix, leaving me breathless with pain as it pummeled by helpless cunt. I’d learned so much from my new daddy since he brought me and my sister to stay with him. Words like �cunt’ and ‘cum dump’... and ‘spoiled, cock sucking fuck-toy...' 

       

       The rapist behind me laughed.  �A reward? Your tight muffin is only worth five bucks, and that

includes a long, gagging blowjob!�  He took another long pull from his beer before throwing the empty can across the room to my right.  I heard a grunt when the can hit. �But your sweet sister, she’s worth

more. Her smooth twat is worth at least ten dollars!� I felt his hand grab tightly onto my hair, pulling it sharply.  He twisted my head to the side. �Just look at her nasty wet hole!�

       

       My sister Raven was there, tied up tightly.  My sister, my beautiful, quiet sister, was bound to the ceiling by a rope around her neck.  Another rope bound one of her legs up to itself tightly, tying itself.  Her hands were tied behind her back, and then they were tied to her bound leg's big toe.  A final rope was bound tightly above and below her breasts, making them swell.

       My poor sister was sweating horribly.  A half dozen incandescent light bulbs hung from the ceiling around her – some of the scalding bulbs nearly touched her bare skin.�  She must have been baking.

       

       �You getting jealous, Raven? Unhappy your sis is getting a deep dicking? I got plenty of splooge to go around, so don’t worry!�

               

       She wasn't even gagged. My sister was always considered the quiet one. I looked at her now, her skin dripping with sweat and muscles standing out as her body was wrapped in agony from the strain of holding her position. She wasn’t quiet any more. I'd heard her scream in anguish until the walls shook, just like I had.

       �You've been tied up like a big titted hog all day. I know pain gets your gash slick.�  Raven's lips moved slightly as our new daddy taunted her, but she made no sound.  Her mouth must be as dry as the desert.  �When I chew on those plump udders, you’re gonna cream!�

       I watched as my sister wobbled in her balance.  She was standing just the ball of her unbound foot, and precariously standing on a board balanced on a pair of beer bottles.  Rusted nails stuck through the boards, and even though I should have been worrying about her strangling if she fell, I couldn't stop thinking about how much it would hurt if she stepped on one of the ugly nails. 

       Obviously, my rapist has seen her nearly fall as well.  �Watch out, slut... one slip and daddy’s little fuckpig is going to be dead meat!� he was ramming me down on his cock faster and faster, and another pained grunt escaped my gag. �I want you gagging on my cock, not choking on a noose because you’re a clumsy whore!�

       

       My aching pussy stretched wider than I thought possible. He raised me until I thought he was going to let me go, then he’d slam me down into his lap again impaling me on his greasy, throbbing pole. I felt like this has been going on for hours before he started screaming at me.  �Yes! My balls are

overflowing with gobs of cum! Gonna spit a fresh load up your cunny, bitch!�  With a roar, he pulled be down to the base of his cock as warmth flooded me.  My daddy's roar echoed in the basement as I sobbed, my body being polluted by his seed.

       It seemed like forever passed before he pulled me up by my thighs again, lifting me off of him.  I looked down despite myself, and watched as his slime dripped from within and onto his cock.  �Every time I spurt in your puss, it means you belong to me!� He whispered harshly into my ear.  �After a while, you won’t remember anything else!�  He smiled, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek almost gently.  He started pulling the plug sealing my gag.  �Time for you to clean my cock, bitch.�

       

       I never thought anyone could be as evil.  The only thing that kept me from going crazy was the sight of my sister, tied in knots and positioned where the slightest misstep would strangle her to death. If the revolting man... my new daddy... was busy playing with me, at least he’d leave her alone.

       My little sister's voice filled the room, beautiful even though it was dry, raspy.  �P-please.. mister.� Raven gasped, her voice weak. �I need you... -sob- inside me.. I w-want it... P-p-please give it to me!�

       

       My heart broke inside my breast as I heard my sister beg for the animal to abuse her. She was trying to save me. She’d watched as he mauled my breasts, grabbed my hair and forced me down into his revolting crotch. Right then I loved her more than my own life

       

       �I.... I promise I won’t resist any more... I really -gasp- want you...�

       

       Our new daddy's dwelling was a chamber of horrors. Naked bulbs hung from the ceiling’s like lynched faeries. Light gleamed from equipment that made my skin crawl, even thought I couldn't understand their purpose I could tell they were ghastly.   And writhing at the center of this sinister pit of depravity was my sister. The most beautiful, innocent and big-hearted person in the world. and she was crying as she begged to be used.

       

       The man laughed, roughly grouping one of my breasts.  He twisted the nipple harshly as answered.  �Tell me why I should bother shafting you, bitch. Your sis is a good enough hate fuck... for the moment!�

       

       Raven twisted on the board, her throat working as she swallowed frantically as she tried to wet her mouth.  �I... I can make you -sob- happier. You... you’ll enjoy me more... I won’t yell... I’ll be quiet and do what I’m told.... I’ll do anything... just please, mister... don’t be angry with me... I’m still learning my place...�

       Fire erupted in my wrists as the man dropped me, and I was suddenly hanging from the cuffs.  I scrambled to get my feet under me, to push myself onto the chair, as 'daddy' walked over to my sister...

       

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       It all started two weeks ago.

       Living in Whitefish Bay was paradise. It was beautiful and safe and it was the only life that my sister and I knew. It was the sort of small suburb outside of a small city that wealthy couples go to raise a family, and that’s exactly what mother and father did right after they were married.

       No one drove unless they commuted into the city.  Everyone walked everywhere.  Raven and I knew almost every rock and pebble along its winding lanes. The nearby lake gave us countless hours of entertainment as we explored the parks, the woods. Everyone from the mayor to the garbageman knew each other, and were friendly and polite. My sister and I were inseparable.

       I remember that earlier that week, the two of us went into the market to buy groceries.  Maybe it was quaint, but nearly everything we needed was sold in the center of town, at the open air market.

       I was just picking out some tomatoes when I caught a whiff of cigar smoke.  I remember waving my hand before my nose, driving the disgusting scent away.  I wish I'd turned around instead. On that day, I thought I knew everyone in town. I’d never seen anyone who didn’t greet me with a happy smile or a kind word.

       I know that smell of smoke now. If I'd turned, I would have seen him lurking there... 

       The elderly woman selling the produce took the tomatoes from me.  �Let me wrap up those purchases for you dears.  Please say hello to your mother and father for me.�

       Raven smiled softly, and I grinned happily as well.  �Of course, Mrs. Schinn!� I said brightly. �I know they’ll love hearing from you. Bye bye!

       Lurking there, looking at me and my sister like ripe flowers. Precious buds just beginning to blossom... and ready to be plucked.

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       Later that day.

       �Arael and I are going to the library, mom!� Raven called out as she opened the front door of the house.  �We’ll be back before dinner!�

       �Ok, sweetie. Have fun!� she called back from the kitchen.  �Just stay out of the section that has books on evolution. I’ve tried to speak to the librarian about having them removed, but she insists on keeping them where young adults can see them.  Shameless.�

       I smiled to myself as I followed my sister out the door.  �We’ll close our eyes, mom. We promise!�

       �Besides, Arael and I already know that evolution are lies,� my sister continued as she played with her hair, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. �Who could even think that man developed from apes?�

       God help me, I laughed.  �Not me! I was made in god's image. It’s true!�

       I was dumb. I was about to meet someone who was more beast than human. More animal than man.

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       I had just found a second book I wanted to read when I heard someone behind me. �Well bless my aging eyes, it’s Arael and Raven! Why, it must have been years since I last saw you girls!�  I turned around, and I saw him for the first time.

       The man was about fifty, walking towards my sister and I from down the aisle.  I remember thinking that he was disgusting, and immediately feeling guilty for the thought. The man walked closer. �You probably don’t remember me. I’m a good friend of your father. I used to buy construction goods at his store all the time before I retired.�

       He was bald and long faced.  His fat belly tried desperately to escape his filthy tank top.  As he walked closer, my nose wrinkled.  She stank of cigar smoke and booze.

       I instinctively leaned backward a bit, putting my shoulder against my sister's.  �Oh! Um, hello. I... I’m sorry we didn’t recognize you, sir.�

       The fat man smiled, his teeth yellow and foul.  �My name is Horton Rogass. But all my friends call me Uncle Roy.�  He stretched out a hand for me, and I tentative took it.  I knew I'd have to wash the oil off my hand after we shook.

       When Uncle Roy moved his hand towards Raven, she didn't take it.  �Daddy never mentioned having a friend named Uncle Roy. Are you sure you know him?

       I was scandalized.  �Raven! Where are your manners!� I wagged a finger at her.  The effect was probably reduced by the greasy stains on it. �Daddy knows lots of people. He’s an important man in town.�

       My sister looked at me, innocent as can be.  �But it’s true! I would have remembered if daddy

had mentioned knowing someone named Horton, or Herbert or whatever.�  She stuck out her tongue at the man before taking his hand, shaking it enthusiastically.

       �I apologize, mister.� I said, smiling at the man as I put my hand on my sister's shoulder, gentling pushing her to start walking away. �My sister can be blunt sometimes.  It was nice to see you, sir!�

       I didn’t want to admit it, but I didn’t remember daddy mentioning him either. But I kept silent. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I was so dumb.

       Roy's grin widened.  �No need to apologize, ladies. Whitefish Bay seems like a safe town, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find it’s home to some really sick freaks. You can never be too careful.� He waved to us.  �Have a good day!�

I felt his eyes on us as we walked away.

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       �Did you see how he was staring at us?� Raven whispered to me was we walked out of the library. �It was totally icky!�

       I walked down the street, turning down the alley to head home the way we always did.  �Oh sis, you’re imagining things! Suspecting that old guy of lying about being a friend of daddy’s.�  I looked at her, smiling widely. �I’m shocked!�

       We never stood a chance. It must have been easy.

       I smelled the vile scent of stale beer and smoke.  Before I could place the smell, something hit me from behind.  Pain filled me as ever muscle in my body went instantly rigid, cramping tighter and tighter until I couldn't hold myself up any longer.  Then I was falling.  I heard my sister cry out.  Then everything was black.

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       Whitefish Bay is a small town, but even it has places where no one goes.

       �Huh...? Unnn... my head... oww...�

       My world was formed of a sea of grays, half in focus.  My eyes were blinking slowly, repeatedly, as I tried to make sense of the world.  Everything hurt.

       Suddenly the world pushed instantly into focus as I remembered what happened.  I tried to stand up, but I couldn't move..  �Hey, Raven?�

       My head was pounding so hard that I didn’t realize that I’d been locked in a iron-banded yoke and my wrists were shackled. I tried to fight down a rising panic when I suddenly heard a moan from behind me. Raven!

       

       �Chelsea! Wake up!� I begged, trying to keep calm.  I probably wasn't doing very well. �Please! Something really bad has happened!�  I turned my head as far as I could.  It wasn't very far, but I could see her just behind me, bound in the same yoke I was with her back to mine.  We were both on our knees, and our arms were crudely entwined at the elbows, like lovers.

       �Unnngh... I don’t feel so good. Arael?� My sister whispered.  I'd never been to happy to hear my sister's voice. �I feel sick... huh?�  My sister's body twisted against mine as she moved.  My arms were pulled back and forth as she realized how we were restrained together.  �Arael! I... I’m trapped! Help me!�

       �Thank god you’re alive!� Raven turned her head towards me, and when I strained as hard as I could, I just barely could see her bright eyes.  �I’m trapped too.�  I was starting to lose the fight against sobbing.  I had been scared for my sister, and I was cold.  The concrete floor was frozen under my bare legs, and my blouse was hanging half off my body.  It felt ripped.  �You were so quiet... for a moment I thought...�

       There was sudden loud bangs above us.  My head turned to the right, looking at a set of stairs going up.  �Um... hello?� I called, my voice breaking. �Is anybody there? We... we need help!

       Wrong, bitch! You need cock! 12 inches of meat, that’s what you need!� The fat man, Uncle Roy, appeared on the stairs, bare naked.  He had a... thing between his legs, sticking out even past his fat belly.  �That’s what you’ve needed since the day you were born. A thick shaft full of jizz to remind you of your purpose in life!�

       I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. My bones ached as though I’d been dragged down the stairs by my hair, and my legs cramped on the cold concrete floor of the smelly room. I’d never met a vicious predator before, someone who hurt women for pleasure. I didn’t know what to do. I was about to learn.

       He reached the bottom of the stairs.  I noticed for the first time he had a video camera in one huge hand.  It looked like a toy.  I shuddered.  �It.. It’s you! You... you’re the man from the library! W-why are you doing this? You’re daddy’s friend. You should be helping us!�

       The man laughed, a deep, booming sound that filled the room, but it wasn't laughter like I'd ever heard before.  It completely lacked any of the feelings I associated with laughter – happiness, humor, joy.  �You dumb cunt! All I know about your father is that he’s too lax with family discipline.� He brought the camera to his face, pointing it at my sister and I as we looked at him in shock. �Ignorant brats should be beat upside the head whenever they ask stupid questions. I’m beginning to think your

father has failed to raise you properly.�

       The fat man walked over to the wall by the stairs.  �I’ll be your daddy from now on. Daddy Roy! You sluts are in for the time of your lives with me. You’re my property, just like I own my shitty van, I own you too!�

       My eyes felt like they were bulging out of my head. �You... You can’t do this! It’s insane!�

       A sob escaped my sister, and I could hear the tear in her voice.  �And Illegal! They lock up perverts like you... for life!�

       Roy laughed again, the sound every bit as sinister as before.  �Yeah, that dickless father of yours has been failing in his duties.�  He grabbed at a handle on the wall, labeled with an electrical bolt, and pulled it down harshly with an electrical buzz. The whirring of the motor started over my head.  �It’s up to the man of the house to lay down the law!�

       The wooden yoke slammed into the back of my head as it was winched towards the ceiling. My vision went blurry, and before I knew it I was on my feet, struggling to balance while being entwined with my hysterically crying sister.

       �Which one to take first?� Roy said to himself, walking in a circle around the pair of us. �Which cherry needs popping more? Decisions... decisions!�  His disgusting hand brushed my arm, and I flinched away from him.  �This little piggy went to market.� He pulled Raven's hair. �This little piggy

needs a bone!�  I had to restrain myself from gagging as his tongue touched my cheek, licking up the side of my face. �This little piggy is gonna spend the rest of her life wishing that she’d stayed at home!�

       �Please, we... we don’t have much money...� Raven sobbed, helplessly, �but you can take everything if you just let us go! P-please...�

       Roy smiled with his putrid teeth as he walked over.  The smell grew stronger, and I wanted to gag. �Aww.. Isn’t that precious? The brainless blond thinks I want money! Don’t you know the only

valuable part of a whore is what’s hidden between her legs?

       My heart was pounding so loudly I thought it would burst from my chest. My blouse had been torn open, and my firm breasts were exposed to his leer. I suddenly realized that only the thin cotton of my panties stood between me and his grimy fingers. I almost wet myself in panic. But he wasn’t interested in me, not at first. His eyes went to my sister.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could his his hands reach out for her.

       �No!  No no no...�  I could hear cloth ripping, and then my sister's bra was laying on the ground before me. 

       �But tit-meat is worth something too, right?

       I shut my eyes tight.  I didn't want to think about that disgusting man, touching my sister's bare breasts.

       �No! Stop it!�

       His cruel laughter opened by eyes again, and I could just barely see him running his hand over my sister's face.

       �I gots lots of friends online who will pay a fortune to see me rough up your muff, blondie.�  Suddenly, the man pulled his hand away, crying out.  �Ahhh!�  His hand was bleeding.  She bit him.  I wish I were as brave as she was. 

       �Ow!  Ungrateful whore!�  His hand snapped forward again, slapping my sister across the face with a wet, meaty sound.  Raven's head snapped back into mine, and the two of us swayed on our feet, trying to keep our balance.

       When I got my balance back, He was standing over at a desk, digging through a collection of junk on the rough wooden construction.  �That was stupid, bitch,� Roy snarled.  �I don’t mind a chick blowing me with two black eyes, so watch your tongue!�  The man turned back to us, holding a pair of jars of yellow liquid. �But since rules and discipline are new to ya, I’m gonna start off easy.�

       He started unscrewing one of the jars.  �You worthless cunts aren’t worthy of licking the shit from my ass.  You need to learn that.  This will put things in their proper perspective!.�  And with that, the bastard emptied the first jar over my sister's head.

       The rank smell of urine filled the room immediately.  A gallon of the putrid liquid soaked Raven's head and face immediately, splashing onto me as well.  It poured down her body, wetting the remains of her clothing and covering her body completely.  She gagged, retching as his vile pee flowed over her.  I couldn't contain myself any longer – I started sobbing as hard as she was.

       �I’m sorry! d-don’t do -sob!- this..� Raven begged.  Roy complete ignored her, turning to me as he opened the second jar.

       �Showering in my piss is an honor for a fuck-slave. You’ll be drinking it day and night until you

turn yellow!�  He starting pouring the second jar over me.  The feeling was more vile than I can imagine.  It stank like nothing I'd ever had on me, and when it brushed my lips as it ran down my face, I almost threw up.  �You two mouthy turds are getting on my nerves. I figured since your such pieces of shit, you can be my toilet?� He laughed as he finished pouring the jar onto me, the sound abrasively loud.

       �s-s-Stop... please! This is too much..�

       �We haven’t even begun, bitch!,� He said, slapping me twice lightly on the cheek.  It was more condescending than painful. He pulled at my jaw as he forced a ball gag into my mouth, tying it tightly behind me.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see him doing the same to my sobbing sister.  �You and your sis are in for a world of humiliation and depravity.�  Roy turned  and walked back to the stairs.  �The sooner you realize that serving my hairy balls and bloated shaft is your purpose in life, the easier your training will be. Resist and I’ll flush you... permanently!�  Our new daddy switched out the lights, and the room vanished complete.  There was nothing but the cold air on soaked skin.

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       I don’t know how much time passed. It seemed like an eternity of freezing, drowning on the scent of cold piss... but things didn’t get any better after.

       �Grin nice and pretty!� Daddy said with his camera to his face. �Show daddy them cum-hungry smiles!�

       I was sobbing.  Deep, pained sobs that made my eyes water and my nose run.  I can't remember ever hurting this bad.  My sister was crying just as hard next to me.  We both both obscenely bound the same way, naked as the day we were born, our legs spread perfectly open and duct tapped to a metal frame until our knees were drawn up and our bodies were perfectly vertical, perfectly flat.  Our hands were tapped above our heads, unable to move an inch no matter how badly I wanted to bring them down to protect my privates.

       �Now that is a sweet pair of lips.� He pushed his camera into my crotch, inches from my spread pussy. �Full, pouty and ready to be shame-fucked! And the lips on your pretty face ain’t bad either.�

       Those lower lips were the source of my pain.  My pussy was spread indecently wide... by mousetraps.  The traps were taped tightly to my thighs, with the trap painfully pinning my labia in their grip.  I'd already screamed until I was horse. To my left, my sister was in the same peril.

       Odd.  I'd never seen my sister like this before, and despite the situation, I couldn't help but be surprised that she shaved down there.  It wasn't something I'd expected.  It's funny what you think about.

       �Please, mister. Y-you aren’t going to kill us, are you?� I begged him pitifully. We... we haven’t done anything wrong... -sob!- I don’t want to die!�

       Roy took a long pull from his cigar, and blew the smoke right into my face. �Stupid fucktoy!� I cringed at the foul language, even as I coughed on the gagging smoke. �How can I make money on the internet if you’re dead?� He lifts the camera up until it's focused on my face as I sob and squirm.  �Humiliating a stuck up snot-nosed whore. now that’s what people pay to see! They want to see things they can’t do to their bossy girlfriends, or frigid wives, get it? Mean things. Sick things!�

       He twisted a tube of lipstick, moving it towards me.  I tried to flinch away from him as his filthy hand touched my breast, but I was bound too tightly to do anything.

       �I’m gonna make you sluts famous.� He said, taunting me as the word 'whore' appeared across my tits.  �Long after your parents have forgotten your names,� 'Rape toy appeared on my stomach, �my online friends will remember you. And they’ll remember exactly what you are.�  Slut and bitch appeared on my thighs, and as he finished talked, he drew an arrow to my crotch, labeled 'fuck me.'

       �Useless whores,� He said, slapping me across my face,� Only good for humiliation and endless sexual abuse!� He stepped over to Raven.  My sister tried to struggle, but she could barely squirm as he started writing.  That damn camera was right in her face. 

       �Your fat tits belong to me,� Roy told her, writing 'cow tits' across her large breasts. �Your dripping snatches... everything!� 'Horny' and 'Dirty Cunt' appeared above her crotch and across her abdomen. �You aren’t even human, you’re less than garbage.�  He grabbed my sister by her hair and pulled it back sharply, and he wrote pig across her forehead before spitting into her open mouth.

       He turned back to me with the camera, groping me as he did.  Each shuddering breath brought waves of excruciating pain through my stretched pussy. I couldn’t protect myself from his hands, or that damned camera he shoved in our faces to capture every tear. We were spread open like a science experiment, helpless before our captor and his thousands of sick online perverts. It was the start of our new lives as sex slaves.

       

       Our new daddy stood up against me and rubbed his disgusting thing on my face.  It stank even worse than the rest of him did.

       �Daddy Roy is gonna take good care of his cheap cunts. As long as you slurp my cum and polish my dick, I’ll keep the punishment to a minimum.� He slapped me with his cock, bouncing it against my lips, �but the second you screw up, I’ll carve you up like a fleshy jack-o-lantern.� His hand reached down and grabbed my nipple, twisting it roughly. �Now open wide and make your new daddy proud of ya!  Lick my cock.�

       It was more than any young woman could take, but I held my breath and opened my mouth to

lap at his revolting penis. As long as there was a chance of escape, I had to stay strong and protect my sister

       Oh god, if you’re listening... please protect us from this perverted animal. I can’t take much more!

       End of chapter 1

       - The next day -

       I woke up to the sound of buzzing. At first I thought it was a police helicopter searching for us. Then I realized it was mosquitoes. Millions of them. they were hungry. So was I.  We hadn’t had anything to eat in two days. I could still taste fat Roy’s stale piss on my tongue. I would have vomited, but my stomach was empty. 

       I was out in the swamp, my legs submerged to above the knee in the gold, filthy water.  My spine groaned from the posture I’d been bound in all night.  My wrists, ankles, and neck were tied to the post behind me, but a thick rod against my spine forced me to bend.  Whenever exhaustion took me and I drifted off to sleep, Chelsea’s sobbing would wake me up. It was a nightmare.

       I was cold.  Dew had condensed on my skin, freezing me solid.  I was having trouble breathing. The duct tape over my mouth was forcing me to breath the fetid air through my nose, which kept rebelling.  We'd been left alone here for hours, and I began to hope the disgusting man would come back soon, that he hadn't abandoned us to die here.  Our only sign of the kidnapper was his camera, its steady red light their constant companion through the dark night.

       Slimy things giggled under our toes, and I felt things worming up my legs. Leeches.  I could feel the numb, cold spots on my legs, even if I couldn't bend my head far enough down to see them.  I bit my tongue in terror until I tasted blood.  My sister was in at least as bad a spot.  Her head hung limp to the side, and I was sure her neck would burn when she awoke.  Poor Raven.

       �Stupid cunt #1 and Stupid cunt #2. Wake up!� Roy called out from somewhere to my right.  I couldn't turn my head far enough to see him. �Daddy brought a treat! Rotten eggs brewing in spoiled milk. Yummy!�  Raven stirred to my left, and I could hear her moaning as her stiff neck started to her.  I love you sis...

       �It's a beautiful day, whores!� Roy laughed, walking into sight carrying a bucket.  He had on high rubber boots and gloves as the fat man splashed through the dirty water.  It's a perfect day.  The sun is shining, I've got beer in the fridge, and a full supply of cheap pussy!�  He grabbed my hair, wrenching my head around to kiss me.  His breath was disgusting.  �And not a cop in sight. It's perfect!�

       He slapped me harshly across the face.  I could feel the burning as my cheek heated up. So, I figured it was time to check on my new family! �Did you have wet dreams about your master? Spreading your legs and aching for new daddy to stuff your dirty holes?� He tore the duct tape half off my mouth, so it hung from the side. �Who wants first crack at a deluxe whore feast?�

       �I... I h h hate... you...� I gasped out.  My voice was breaking due to my shivers.

       �Tisk tisk! Now that’s not a nice thing to say to poppa. How about saying, 'I’m a dirty slut. I love to fuck.' say it nicely, and you can eat.�  I turned my face away from him as he raised the pail of rotten slop to my face.  My nose wrinkled.

       �No?� He said, pressing the duct tape back off my mouth.  �Let’s see if your little sis is as stubborn.� He said as he splashed over to my bound sister. �Raven? Are you hungry?  Would you like some breakfast?� He tore the duct tape from her just as violently.

       �Y-yes... please... mister.�  My heart broke for her.  Raven had the most pathetic look on her face, like an animal caught in a trap.

       He raised that nasty bucket again.  �Then say the magic words, bitch. You know they’re true.�

       �Y-yes, sir...� Raven sobbed softly. �I... I am a dirty slut...�

       Roy grabbed her ponytail, tugging downward sharply.  �Louder!�

       My sister starting crying for real now.  Her breaths turned ragged, like she couldn't get enough air past her weeping.  �I am a dirty... slut!� she called out louder.  �I... I love to fuck.�

       �Good piggie!�  He said, taking the bucket in both hands. �Chow down!�  With that, Roy upended the bucket over my sister's breasts, the slimy slop coating her skin.

       �But I said... what... NO!�

       �Stupid whore!� Roy laughed, his voice booming. �You did good, blondie. But your cocksucking-� He spun suddenly, backhanding me. �-Sister ruined everything.�  My neck felt like it was going to snap as my head rocked from the blow. �See if you can convince her to behave, or next time your dinner is getting shoved up your tight little puckered ass!�

       I was so dizzy I didn't realize my new �daddy� had come back over to me until he was pressed against me, holding my under my chin. �God I hate this country.  I need to get 20 miles from the nearest neighbor to get a little privacy.�  He put a need right before my eyes, and I flinched as far away from the thick steel as I could. �Everyone thought I was nuts to live out here. but I’m not crazy. A man’s gotta be alone to get any thinkin’ done.�  He pulled out a lighter, waving the flame quickly towards my nipple.  I squealed through my gag, twisting my body away.  I didn't realize just how hard my nipple had been from the cost until he grabbed the stiff thing. 

       �The city has too many distractions.� He mused, holding the needle in the flame.
�Too many comforts, ya know?�

       �What are you doing to her?� My sister asked, her voice trembling.

       I must have been an idiot not to see it coming.  Without warning, he rammed the needle through the side of my nipple.  I screamed, the sound coming out low and muffled through the tape.  I screamed and screamed as the needle burned the new hole in my nipples, screamed until I had no breath left, and then I breathed back in and screamed again.  I felt like the heat was burning into my chest.

       �Leave her alone!� I heard my sister screaming, bless her heart.

       �It's just like, your food, you know?� Roy continued talking as though I wasn't screaming myself deaf.  �I was wondering earlier today what sluts like for breakfast. French toast? Bacon and eggs? But then I decided, naw.�  Roy started heating a second needle.  I screamed again. �Slops will be good enough for you!�  He grabs my other breast while I squirm �Ya can’t be too tender. Be nice to a whore,� he says as he slowly pushes the hot needle into me.  I pray I pass out, but I'm not that lucky. �And she forgets her place!�

       I imagine I can hear my nipples sizzling like bacon as the hot steel piercing fries them from the inside.  Never before had I imagined a greater agony.

       Then daddy grabbed my nipples and squeezed.

       The pain was beyond anything I had thought possible.  It was like being pinched, only I was being pinched from both the inside and the outside of my tender flesh.  Meanwhile, the fire from the needles burned unabated, swallowing me like cloud of volcanic ash.

       I don't know how long I was gone, but when my attention returned to the world, my loving sister was gagging as the fat man fed his disgusting organ into her mouth.  The rope tying her throat to the post had been cut, but none of her other bonds were released before Roy roughly pulled my her forward and lowered her onto his cock.  Raven's scarlet cheeks testified that she had fought, but our new daddies brutality had convinced her to cooperate.

       Strangely, the pain in my own breasts all but vanished as I watched my sister be abused.  I ached in sympathy for her as she gagged, choking on the man's vile rod.  She couldn't breath.  I wanted to beg Roy to use me, to pierce my breasts again, to stick hot needles beneath my finger nails if only he would stop abusing my sister.  I wanted to debase myself, to plead for mercy.  I wanted to scream at him that he was killing her.

       Bound and gagged, I couldn't do any of those things.  I could only watch as my sister, loving, perfect Raven, suffered at his hands, the bulge of his weapon traveling down her slender throat as he used my perfect sister like a whore.

       No air was reaching her, I could tell.  I began to beg god silently that Roy would finish with her soon, that he would take his pleasure quickly so Raven would survive his attention.  The noise of her suffering grew louder and louder as she became more desperate for air, as her new master did his brutal best to ruin my poor sister.

       Roy was looking down at the blond girl in obvious pleasure, a feral look at his face as he took joy in the beautiful woman choking to death around his cock.  All he wanted to do was enjoy the spasms I could see on her neck, stroking him from the inside and bringing him closer and closer to his peak.  He was oblivious to my begging eyes as he leaned forward, driving his twitching cock deeper into my sister.  I watched, praying, as my sister grew paler and her eyes started to roll back in her head.

       Then Roy roared, a primal sound that made me flinch.  I winced, knowing from school that my sister's tonsils were bathing in his boiling flood.  He pulled his cock from her throat with an audible pop, and I gave a brief cheer at the wheezing noise that signeted my sister drawing breath.  The cum kept coming, filling her mouth and bubbling as she desperately gathered in air, making her froth like a mad dog.

       Roy let go of her hair and my sister sagged deeper into the swamp water, as far as her bonds would allow her.  �Not bad, whore.�  He said as he roughly slapped the tape back over her mouth, forcing her to try to catch her breath through her nose.  �There's your breakfast.�

       As Roy walked away, I tried to make eye contact with my sister, to let her know that I was here, but she never noticed.

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       It was later that night that he raped me.

       He at least had taken us back inside, after bathing us with a cold hose.  Hot water was too good for sluts like us, he happily informed.  We would have to make do with the frigid stream.

       It's funny, I couldn't help but think about how bad my hair must smell.  Raven's was looking more like a brunette than a blond at the moment, and I couldn't imagine just how bad my hair was.

       Being allowed inside was like a luxury after a night in the swamp, even if it was the fat freak's disgusting shack.  My jaw hurt.  The gag held my mouth open, causing me to drool stupidly.  As I stood there, bathing in the red light of numerous cameras, Roy bound my arms tightly behind my back at both elbows and wrists, then strung up to the ceiling.  He winched the rope so tightly that I felt like my shoulders would dislocate.  The posture forced me onto my tiptoes to relieve the pressure from my sockets.  I'm sure my rear was indecently raised in the air, even higher that my face as I stared into my sister's eyes.

       She was gagged with a ball gag, her knees just inches in front of me, hands cuffed behind her.  Raven's ankles were chained to a loop in the floor, but the chain was just adding to the insult.  The real binding was the nipple clips.

       The fat man had attached alligator clips to my sister's nipples.  She had screamed so desperately when he released them, and I could just state at her in desperation, wanting so badly to wrap my arms protectively around her.  After she had calmed down, our captor had tied them to a pair of cords stretching over her shoulders, and tied them off to her big toes.  My sister could scarcely shiver without stressing that cord, threatening to rip her her nipples.

       'You monster,' I remember thinking, 'If I ever get out of here, I will cut that hideous penis off and fed it to you.'  Not very Christian of me.

       I moaned.  �Yeah, you're quite a sensitive girl Arael,� His rough, filthy hand was on my breast, toying with the new rings he'd put through my newest holes. �That'll add to the fun,� he whispered directly into my hear as he squeezed and I squealed like a pig.

       �You have perfect tits, slut, perfect as only your old daddies money could buy.�  Roy continued to whisper, running his hands over my breasts.  �Perfect for pleasure, and for pain.�

       He caressed my calve, leaving my skin oily after his touch.  �I love your legs, too.  Long, strong, smooth...�  Roy's hand slid up my legs, squeezing the inner thigh as he traveled ever closer to my crotch.  �I bet they'll hug me real tight when I rape you, won't they?  Huh?�  He cupped my pussy, and I grunted pathetically.  The pain in my arms was too great for me to even wiggle away.

       I could do nothing but stare into my sister's terrified eyes as he finished.  �And I'm going to rape you soon, little girl,� he whispered harshly, probing my virgin hole with his finger.  �Real soon.�

       I grunted again, most desperately.  �Enjoying yourself, cunt?  We're going to have a lot of fun together.� His hands vanished from my skin.  I couldn't see him behind me, but I watched Raven's eyes widen.  �You'll get everything you need, Arael.  Lots of fucking...�

       A line of fire erupted against my rear.  The pain was so sudden it took me a second to react, long enough for the sharp impact to register to me as a slender cane hit me from behind.  I screamed inarticulately though the ring gag, and he struck me again and again.  It felt like the skin was being slashed from my ass, Roy savagely cutting into my soft flesh with the wood.  It felt more like a knife, and I screamed myself hoarse before I realized that the pain had stopped.

       I felt pressure before I realized what was happening.  No!  NO!  I tried to protest, but my voice was too hoarse to even form sounds through the gag.  That's not the right place, I wanted to protest.  Your not doing it right!

       As the pressure against my ass mounted, I would have begged him to do anything else.  I would have him beat me all night, I would have begged him to make love to me, to make me a woman of him.  I would have married him.  To my shame, I would have even let him do nasty things to my sister, if only he would stop.

       But Roy had no intention of stopping, even if I could have begged.  I knew as I felt his filthy cock begin to enter me that nothing on heaven or earth could stop him, and that god had forsaken me and my sister.  I didn't even have the voice left to scream, even that final dignity had been stripped from me.  I shut my eyes so I didn't have to see my sister's blue orbs wet with tears.

       �Better get used to it, slave.�  Roy laughed as he pushed again, pushing himself another inch into me.  �This is the way it's going to be for you most of the time.  Your daddy is in to young, tight shit holes like yours, big sis.�  My ass was dry and tight, and fought him for every inch, but it the end it made no difference as he brutally forced inch after inch into me from behind.  �You aren't deserving of being used like a real woman, whore.  You need to earn the privilege!�  The pain seemed to knock the wind out of me, depriving me of all but the occasional, sobbing gasp of air.

       It seemed every time I saw Roy, he taught me a new kind of pain.  Every time, I thought he had shown me how much it was possible for a woman to hurt, and then the next time he proved me wrong and showed me new depths of human misery.  My nose was stuffed with liquid as I sobbed, rivers of tears streaming down my face.

       My captor finally impaled me completely,  I could feel his hips against my whipped flesh, his disgusting hairy balls against my untouched pussy.  �Oh yeah, girl.  Squirm.�  He slapped my ass, and I couldn't even find the air to grunt.  �I decided to bugger you on our first date.  I thought you'd enjoy it after shaking your ass like a slut in front of me for years.�

       He drew back, and even though I knew what was coming nothing could prepare me for the agony as he pushed himself back into me as fast as he could, his fat body striking me like a piston.  I finally found my breath, and screamed again.  �Let's put some rhythm into it, whore.  I'll make you remember your first one forever...  Out we go... stop for a second...�  The pause was almost worse than anything else, the anticipation of pain, the fear of his brutality as bad as the pain itself.  Then the moment was over, and he was buried to the hilt in me again.  �Then in again, all the way.�

       �NNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!�

       �Come on slut, move that firm ass!� He said, slapping my whipped flesh as he used me.  �Get a grip on my dick.�  My ass clenched reflexively with the pain of each blow, my body trying hopelessly to escape the source of pain.  He was killing me, I was sure of it.  My ass was tearing, I would never be able to use it again.

       My head was tugged back roughly by my hair.  �Open your eyes, slut.  Look at your sister.�  I opened as I was told, broken by the pain, and through my tears I could see my sister staring at me, sobbing just as hard as I.  Oh Raven, I'm so sorry. Save me, please, save me!  God, why are you so cruel?

       I don't know how long he raped me for before his thrusts changed character, becoming even more violent somehow.  Another yell erupted from me, his violence finding one last scream he hadn't robbed from me yet.  �Ok bitch, shut that ass.  Shut it like you were squeezing a turd.  Oh, I'm cumming in you you whore, you whore!�

       He flooded into me, heat flowing deep into my bowels as Roy roared into the basement, erasing the sounds of our sorrow.  I flushed, disgusted by the feeling of my new daddy's cum filling my ass.

       He pulled out, and I could hear the wet noise as my inflamed asshole released his invading cock.  I was glad I couldn't see my ass – I was certain it was reduced to a pathetic wreck of girl-flesh, oozing blood and filth like a festering wound.

       Roy came into my sight then, his hard weapon covered with my blood and offal.  I wretched at the sight of the cause of my suffering.  �You made quite a mess Arael.�  Of course I did.  Thats what happens when you rip me to pieces.  �You are going to clean me up.  With your mouth.�

       The hell I was.

       The fat man laughed as I glared at him with open hatred, that sickeningly loud laugh.  �Oh, you think your so tough.  You stupid slut.�  He picked up a wooden cane from the floor, and to my horror I realized the blood on it must be mine.  �You will beg me to let you suck my cock.�

       And he spun and lashed the cane across my sister's breasts.

       The reaction was better than he could have hoped for.  I immediately started shouting for him to stop, even as my sister's eyes grew as large as vast blue lakes.  She flinched away from the blow, and the cords attached to her nipples stretched, pulling her painfully back into place.  I heard Raven's muffled scream through the gag, the sound pitiful.

       �Ngh!  Ngh!  Ah dugh ught!�  I cried out, desperate to stop the madman.  �Stough!  Plos, Stough!  Ah dugh ught!�

       Roy payed me no attention as he repeated slapped the cane across my sister's beautiful rack, her perfect cream flesh transforming to an angry red one line at a time.  The poor girl was never able to stop flinching away from the blows, forcing her nipples to stretch obscenely, pulled taut by the clips.  And all the time, she never stopped her desperate screams, crying out for me to save her.  �Plos!� I called, �PLOEEEASSSS!�

       Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stopped whipping my sister, leaving her to sob helplessly, her head limp.  Roy turned back to me.  �Are you ready to clean my cock yet, or should I start on somewhere else?�  I nodded my head vigorously, my eyes filled with tears.

       �You'll be pushed for soiling my dick in due course, slut.� He said, moving between me and Raven.  His fat bulk could barely fit, and Raven's sobbing face vanished behind his ass.  My captor brought his dick to rest in my open mouth.  �But right now, its time for you to clean it up.�  He started pushing in.  �First with your tongue.  Lick it clean.�

       As the putrid taste of shit and blood hit my tongue, my stomach rebelled but I quashed it ruthlessly.  I had to do this.  I couldn't bear to think what the madman would do to my sister if I resisted.  Like a broken whore, I obediently licked at the disgusting rod of flesh, cleaning the mess from Roy's cock until it glistened in the dim light of the basement.

       �And then with you throat.� The fat man announced as he pushed deeper into my vulnerable mouth, past the back of my throat as I desperately swallowed.  I had to constantly fight throwing up as I gagged almost constantly.  I started to lose coherence as he fucked my face as violently as he had my ass earlier. 

       �GGGGGHHHHH!!!�

       �Oh yeah, bitch.  You should see your throat pulsing against my cock.� He growled as he pulled my head against him.  �Yeah, your going to get your snooty face fucked every day, just after I rape your ass.�  I barely noticed as he held me against him and his disgusting member pulsed in my throat, filling me with another load of his cum.

       He walked away, leaving me to sobbingly catch my breath.  �Ok cockteaser, you did a good job.  Your turning into an obedient little whore.�  I groaned pitifully as the light in the basement went out, leaving me in darkness broken only by the sharp red lights of recording cameras.

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       Hour later, Roy and come back and unbound my sister, pulling her roughly up the stairs before leaving me abandoned in the darkness.  As I heard her scream upstairs, I silently sobbed to myself as she suffered the same indignities I had.  I was helpless to save her, I couldn't even be there for her I she was for me.

       I felt so pathetic, such a useless girl.

       As I listened to Roy's deep laugh reverberating through the floor, as I heard my sister's muffled screams, I wished that we could both die, and be delivered from our new daddy's evil.

       Since those first moments when I woke here, I hadn't been able to speak to my sister since we were taken.  Between the beatings and the sexual abuse, we couldn't get a word to one another, and during the night we had been gagged, allowed only to whimper pitifully to each other in the dark.

       I found the energy to cry again as I heard my sister give a particularly loud scream, and I knew her agony.  The monster must have just taken her for the first time.

       I couldn't protect her.

       I sobbed to myself, alone in the darkness.

End of chapter 2

       -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.

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       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.

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       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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       �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?�

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-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.

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-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.