Rape Stories.

by Psiberzerker

The “mobile home villiage” was typical of trailer parks all over the country. Streets with no curbs, sodden sickly yellow sod staked out in chain link, concrete slabs no more than driveways for rusty prefab living crates. Poor white trash, sucking up the oxygen.

I’d been there a couple months, made the $95.00 lot fee easilly. I lived way beneath my means for the freedom. Unlike my socially destitute neighbors, my home was truly mobile. I had a full ton dually pickup with a “fifth wheel” in the bed that made moving almost as easy as backing up, pulling the lines, and stowing the jacks.

I did all kinds of work, mostly under the heading of skilled labor. Within 48 hours of pulling in, I had a job doing Demolition for a residential remodeling company. They’d picked me up after trying me out on a day-labor basis. After I’d walked through a cinderblock wall armed with nothing but a 8″ grinder, 3lb sledge, and 2′ prybar, the foreman, Mike came over.

“You speak english?” he squinted at me.

“Uh, huh,” I replied eloquently.

“You don’t look like a Mezkin,” he looked me up, and down, “But you sure work like one!”

The framers came in behind me to hammer in a doorjamb once the real hispanics cleared away the rubble.

Taking me aside, he pulled a slim little wooden box out of his tool bag. Twisting open the lid, he popped out the little brass “bat” and put it to his lips. “I’ll start you at $10.00 an hour,” he offered, “Cash daily” As it didn’t require me signing a W/2, I accepted. He smoked with me a bit, then offered to show me where he get’s it. His was a hell of a lot better than the shit I got in the trailer park.

He didn’t pay me for that day, though, just gave me a Quarter bag, and called it even “for the hookup.” I found out that’s how he always did business.

It turned out that this place had other advantages than affordability. One of them was named Tiffany. She’d obviously not been eating well, ever, because her body didn’t have enough fat on it to fry a potato chip. Her long, lean legs where usually snugged into her favourite jeans. I liked them too, because they showed what little she had for an ass. They where the deliberately faded and torn jordache’s that’d been popular about a decade, and a half ago when she was being born.

Allright, so I like them young. I’d lost what passed for my virginity to a teenage girl when I was that age, and I see no reason to move on to the older crusty women now that I’ve got experience. I’m not a pedophile mind you, they’ve got to have a minimum of physical maturity. I’ve found that once that’s reached, though, they go rapidly downhill. Especially in an environment like this. Around here, beauty dies quick, usually snatched away by teen pregnancy that assured she’d be trapped here.

Rumor had it, she’d fucked anything under twenty on three legs for a half mile radius. With the turnover in these depressive collections of human failure, it didn’t pay to get too attached, and there was always plenty of fresh meat to keep a girl from getting bored. They really couldn’t afford any other kind of entertainment anyway.

I’d knocked down my front, and back fence when I’d gotten there for easy access to the “street”, as well as the trails out back. They obviously agreed with this plan, because they passed through all the time. Sometimes, they didn’t go far before their groping and humping, and I got to watch through my binoculars. At night, I followed them through the trails, bike runs, and culverts that’d become as familiar to me as it had to them.

People often described guys like me as “sexual predators.” I must admit, I felt a bit wild, and carnivourous as I hunted through the dark woods. I bared my teeth, and erection as I moved through the night, confident that they could neither see, nor hear me. Eventually, I ran into one of Tiffany’s rivals.

Stephany (yes, they really do name them like that ‘roun dere) looked a bit older than her, to judge from her beginning deterioration. While she had bigger tits, and ass, it came with a slight belly as well. She gasped, but I managed to get my hand over her mouth, and muffled her scream to a squeel. Even this was abruptly cut off as I struck her in the soalr plexis, and knocked the wind out of her. I figured that as long as I’d assaulted her with my dick hanging out, I was already fucked if she told. I might as well take her to make up for it.

She struggled as I carried her back off the trail, but years of hard work had given me more than enough strength to handle her. Once I’d judged we where too far to be seen in the dim light, I forced her down, and fumbled to get her pants open. Pulling them down, I jacknifed them over her to expose her cunt, and pressed my already randy erection into it.

I figure she’d been raped before, because she was nice, and submissive once it was painfully obvious what I was going to do. She couldn’t really do much bent double like that, anyway. I didn’t want to hurt her, despite what you might think, I’m not needlessly cruel. Though willing to hurt, or even kill them if I have too, I really just want a fuck. Unfortunately, due to my attractions, it’s hard to find willing playmates.

I pumped as long as it took, and soon enough, I felt my nuts twitch. Loathe to leave my load in her for evidence, I pulled out, and beat off onto the ground under her ass. At least there, it’d be a tainted sample. Besides, it didn’t have much genetic material in it since I’d been “fixed” years ago. To keep her from falling down, and getting a damning sample on her clothes, I rolled her the rest of the way over, and kicked my mess to the side. I’d have to wash it off my boot, but that was hardly a rare occurance.

She just curled up on the ground, and cried as I tucked myself back in, and made my way back home. She probably wouldn’t tell, but if she did, I’d be out of town within 48 hours anyway to be sure. Too bad it’d prevent me from taking the prize I really wanted, pretty Tiffany. Oh, well, there where plenty of split tailed fish in the sea. I skipped work the next day to pack. Nobody’d miss me much, not that they knew my real name anyway. It just didn’t do to stick around after raping a teenage girl.

Starting in the back, I dropped the table down to the space between the “twin beds”. The backrests went on it to make an “RV Queen”, and I slid the accordion partition shut behind it. Working my way foreward from there, I stowed my toiletries in a ditty-bag that went in an overhead basket, then worked on the galley across from the head. All the cabinets could latch tight, keeping stuff from falling out, and I didn’t own any fragile dishes.

That done, I tucked my revolver in my waistband and snapped a vest on over it. Never knew when five .357 semi-jacketed hollowpoints could come in handy, especially when fleeing capture for rape on a minor. Finally, I made it to the “loft” bed over the fifth wheel post. I stowed the bedding in side cabinets, and rolled over to roll a joint on the bare matress.

I heard voices, close enough to be in my yard, so I twisted to look through the blinds. I couldn’t believe my luck to see Tiffany walking by with the boy du jour. Unwilling to let that particular prize go, I quickly licked the spliff, and grabbed my binocular case to follow.

They wound up in a small grotto carved out where the creek dropped a less than spectacular couple of feet. I doubt they saw me, they where a bit preoccupied with each other. I hopped down to a sandbar, and focused my binoculars up stream. The damned dick of the day was on top, so all I could see was his pimple ass, and her legs around it. Still, I crouched behind a bush, dropped my zipper, and tried to stroke myself erect. He pumped into her mechanicly, and she looked bored.

Finally, he bottomed out one last time, and I could hear his faint cry as he popped off. She didn’t even get up when he did, just got a cigarette out of her crushed pack of Marlborough Lights, and lit it from a book of matches. He pulled up, and strapped on his britches after tossing the prophilactic in the water, and left her there.

The rubber floated by as I stowed my semi erect pud, and binoculars. Once he’d blundered past, I scrambled up the back after glancing bare eyed back up to see that she was still there. Stalking up the creekside trail, I soon heard the sound masking chuckle of the waterfall, and peeked over the bank.

She’d gotten to her feet, back to me, and stood naked as a sheared ewe. My cock twisted painfully watching her ass work as she stepped into the shallow water. I freed it, standing proud at the sight5 of her nudity so close. Slipping back, I made sure that I could duck quickly out of sight if she started to look up.

The water only came up to her knees, so she sank to them untill it came halfway up her taut little derriere. Bending over, she dipped her head in the water, then flipped her semishort hair back. It darkened from her usual blonde, but I’d known it was synthetic after my first glance at her roots. I guess she found hair bleach too expensive to dose it very often.

As she turned to climb back out, I rushed to finish before she got dressed. Her pert little tits dripped water from the tips as she rose from the murky pool. Her flat belly tapered from where her hips widened to a short triangular patch on her pubis. This pointed down to her bare lips which where parted slightly to let her darker inner folds peek through.

I held my breath to choke back a cry as I once again spilled my seed onto barren ground. Then, I tucked back in to crawl back to the trail. Though I made some sounds, I’m sure the white noise of the short waterfall masked them. Once on the trail, I pulled out my nearly forgotten joint, and lighter. The lid clinked loudly to warn her as I sparked up, and headed down. She must’ve dressed quickly, because I missed the chance to see her naked glory once again.

Her damp clothes clung to her though, revealing the outline of her bra. “You suprised me!” she called up as I headed down, then, “Is that Reefer?”

She used the black slang, but then, I already knew she’d tasted dark meat. “Want some?” I held it out as I closed the last couple steps between us.

“Sure,” she wiped her hand off on her pants before sippiing it as if drinking coffee from a straw. Grunting to hold in a cough, she passed it back, then blew it out a bit too soon. “Good shit!” she pronounced as I exhailed myself to take another toke. I was more used to the good stuff, so I held it in longer, and turned to head back. She followed, hopefull of getting to share some more with me.

I could’ve raped her there, I realized, and drowned her in the water. It would’ve washed the evidence away like the condom. On the other hand, I’d just gotten off, and I didn’t want to waste her like that. She was a little too special, a diamond in the shit around her.

I didn’t talk much on the way back, just answered as I exhailed for another hit. She, on the other hand, chattered having more time for holding it in less.

“Got any more of this?” she wondered.

“I’ve got maybe a twenty in my trailer,” I lied, “To sell.”

She patted her flat pockets, “Broke,” as I took my hit.

When she’d taken hers, I exhailed mine, “I try not to run out, why don’t you come by when you’ve got some money?” Taking another hit, I reflected that it had better be soon.

“I should be able to scrape some up tomorrow,” she said, sweet herby smoke comming out with her words like a cartoon bubble.

She accidently knocked the cherry out trying to flick off the ash, and I let her keep the roach by not asking for it. It went into the cellophane from her cigarretes.

“Can I get one of those cowgirl killers off you?” I asked, blowing out the last of the weed smoke.

She passed one over, and I lit it from my zippo, holding it out for her’s. I noticed she only had a couple left, but I guess she didn’t mind, stoned for free as she was. She giggled, “Cowgirl killers.”

We reached my trailer then, still standing on it’s jacks, but already disconnected from the utilities. I doubt she noticed anything, in her condition. Glancing around, I noticed noone had line of sight that I could see. “I might be able to front you a nickle,” I lied again, “If you promise to pay me back tomorrow.”

“You bet!” she sounded excited, so I led her into my lair.

Her eyes widened when I pulled the brick out of the freezer. I buy in bulk, when I can so I don’t run out. Didn’t bother reaching for the scale, she was obviously too stoned to care, and it was bait, anyway. I loaded a bowl from my “Stoner” pipe, and motioned to the back.

“Wanna try a bowl before you go?” I offered as I handed the baggy over. She just nodded blearily, and followed. “Ladie’s first,” I waved her foreward, and caught a glimpse of her spare ass as she climbed onto the bed.

Now the weed wouldn’t have slowed her reactions much, or even weaken her, but it sure did inhibit her judgement. I hopped on with her, and didn’t even try to conceal my erection. Hell, at my age, I was just glad to have another so soon after the last one.

I sparked up the green hit, the cold smoke sank densely down to the bottom of my lungs, and numbed them. I could hold a cold hit forever, it’s really the best way to smoke. She took her’s, and leaned back against the wall. The thick heavy hit curled from her slightly parted lips, and hung in front of her face.

I let mine out, and took another from the still lit pipe. It was good, and warmed up, now, but that last one really hit me hard. I was starting to loose my inhibitions too, just like I wanted. I helped that I knew I’d be on my way out of town before the day was done.

She took her seccond toke, lay back again, and this time closed her eyes. “Mmmmn,” she declaired as the smoke rolled out. I took that opportunity to pull open my vest, and grab my gun. Her eyes flew open as she heard the snaps pop, but I got a hand ovewr her mouth before she could scream.

“If I pull this trigger,” I pressed the muzzle against her chest, “Everyone will hear it. Scream again, and I won’t care about that. Understand?”

“Um Hmm?” she nodded. I took my hand away from her mouth, and guided her down to the padding mats. Standing over her, I kept the snubnose pointed at her heart as I rummaged in the overhead cabinets by feel.

The corners had anchor points for tying down cargo, this being the best place to stow stuff on the road. I pulled out four leather cuffs, and several lengths of rope. A ball gag rolled under my hand while I was feeling around, so i grabbed that too.

I stood on her chest, and dropped the gun in the cabinet. It’d just get in the way, now, and I didn’t want any accidents to happen. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I read straight from the rapist’s manual, “Please don’t make me,” I put my own spin on it.

“I thought it was you,” she returned, “You raped Stacy.”

I bent to bind her right wrist first, having noted she preferred to use that one. “She told?” I was dissapointed.

She shook her head defiantly, “I figured it out.”

“You’ve been raped before?” I moved over to buckle her left in.

“So?” she jutted her chin at me.

“If it was one of your numb fuck highschool boys, it probably wasn’t much different except for concent.” I was done with her arms, so I reached for the gag. She saw that, so she shut up rather than answer, and give me a chance to muzzle her. “It’ll hurt a lot less if I don’t have to force it in,” I commented.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and accepted the snaffle. That done, I turned to bind her legs in silence. She didn’t struggle, or try to speak untill, I got up. Reaching to retrieve my gun, I said, “Enjoy the ride,” and pulled the “door.” She squeeled, and thumped, but it didn’t do her much good. I hadn’t left her enough slack to bring the buckles to her now useless mouth, much less bring her hands together. She wasn’t going to get out.

I would rather have taken her right there, but I really couldn’t afford to risk it. Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and so forth. The suspense would work us both up. Instead, I backed unto the hitch post with a bump, lifted the jacks, and drove off. By the time she was missed, we’d be long gone.

Rape Story by Master of female slaves

He was 18 and a senior in high school and he had just lost his father, his only blood relative. Several years earlier his mother had died and his father had remarried to Debra, the woman who was now his stepmother. At 35 she was still an attractive woman. She had a 17year old daughter, Jennifer, Todd’s stepsister. Shortly after Debra had married Roger, Todd’s father, her husband began abusing her. She had taken it, never reporting him, because she believed his threats to kill her if ever she did. Just recently, however, Jennifer had told her that Roger had begun molesting her and Debra decided something had to be done. Mother and daughter had discussed it and devised a plan to kill him and make it look like an accident. What they had not known, however, was that Todd had overheard their plan. The night they carried out the act he had followed them and secretly caught it all on his video camera. The boy had said nothing for several days then one summer morning about a week after the funeral as Debra was coming down from her bedroom and Jennifer was just about to leave for her summer job Todd asked them to come into the living room. There he turned on the TV and started playing the tape. As his step mother and sister watched they turned pale, their knees growing weak, and sat down beside each other on the sofa. “Think the cops would be interested in this?” Todd asked with an evil grin on his face when the tape was done. “Todd please understand,” Debra said. “We —-.” “Oh I know,” the boy interrupted. “Dad was an asshole. I don’t blame you and I won’t show this to anyone.” His smile became malevolent, “IF you two behave yourselves!” “What do you mean?” Debra asked. “Simple,” he replied. “I call the shots around here from now on. Whatever I say the two of you do.” “What sort of things?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he merely reached down and rubbed his crotch. “You can’t be serious,” Debra exclaimed. “We’re your mother and sister for God’s sake!” “STEP mother and STEP sister,” he corrected. “But it wouldn’t matter if you were related by blood. Both of you are hot looking bitches and I’ve wanted to do you for a long time now.” “No,” Debra remained firm. “Even if I have to go to prison I won’t agree to that.” “Don’t forget,” Todd reminded her. “If you go, so does Jenn and, being a minor, she will be put somewhere other than where you are.” Both mother and daughter looked at each other very upset. “All right,” Debra conceded. But it was to be only a partial concession. “I will submit to your demands but not your sister. Leave her alone and I will do whatever you say.” He shook his head, “Both or neither.” “We can’t let them separate us, Mom,” Jennifer spoke up for the first time. “And I can’t let you go to prison.” She turned to her step brother, “I’ll do anything you want just PLEASE don’t show that tape to anyone!” “Jenn!” her mother exclaimed. “You don’t know what you are saying!” “I know I don’t want either of us to go to jail,” the girl replied. There was a long silence then, hanging her head, Debra finally said, “All right.” “Great!” Todd beamed as he took a seat in a nearby armchair. “Jenn, go call in sick. You’re staying home today. We’re going to have a little party.” She stood there not moving. “MOVE!” he shouted and she ran to the phone. Crooking his finger, he sold his stepmother, “Get over here.” With great trepidation she walked over until she was standing in front of him. “Before you get any bright ideas about doing to me what you did to Dad,” he warned her. “I thought I would let you know that I have copies of the tape stashed away where they will be found if anything happens to me. Are we clear on that?” She nodded her head. Todd stood up. WHAP! He backhanded her so hard it knocked her to the ground as she shrieked with pain and shock. Jennifer had just returned to the room and crouched beside her mother. “Get up,” the boy commanded and she obeyed. “Show respect,” he went on. “When I ask you a question you answer out loud, understand?” “Yes,” she replied meekly holding her throbbing cheek. “I understand.” “SIR,” he corrected her. “Don’t either of you open your mouths without saying that word.” “Yes Sir,” she replied dutifully. “You too,” he told his sister. “Y-yes Sir!” she quickly replied. “Good. Now strip, both of you.” “Please,” Debra begged. “I’ll take my clothes off for you but please don’t make Jenn!” Suddenly he grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and wrenched her head back so hard she winced. “Bitch!” he snarled. “I just told you not to open your dumb mouth without saying Sir!” “I-I’m sorry Sir!” she said. “It won’t happen again! I PROMISE Sir!” He let go of her hair, “Now get naked, BOTH you cunts!” Helplessly both mother and daughter began disrobing. Within a few minutes they stood before him naked attempting to shield their nudity with their hands. “Hey now,” Todd remarked in a mockingly friendly tone. “Mom, Sis, there’s no need to be shy. We’re all family here. Hands down to your sides.” They did as they were told blushing a deep crimson and lowering their eyes, unable to meet the gaze of their son and brother. Tears were beginning to trickle down Jennifer’s cheeks. “Aw Jenn,” Tod remarked. “No need for that. Go take a little rest while Mom and I play. Go sit over there on the couch and keep your hands away from those pretty little tits of yours and that nice bush. Oh, and keep your legs apart.” She looked at her mother but before Debra could speak Todd snapped at his sister, “Hey, cunt! Don’t look at her! I’m giving the orders here! Now get your bare butt over on that couch before I knock it there!” Hurriedly she obeyed. “And don’t close your eyes or turn your head. I want you to see everything Mom is going to do for me for when your turn comes.” He turned his attention to Debra, “I’ve wondered what it would feel like to get a blow job from you. Get down and show me.” Swallowing hard the woman knelt in front of her stepson. “Go on and take it out.” She unzipped his pants and took out his erect organ. She had never seen his cock and its size surprised her. “Good girl,” he told her patting her head as if she was a pet of some sort. Then he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look up at him. “If you try anything stupid like biting, I’ll beat the crap out of both you and cute little sis. You understand that?” “Y-yes Sir.” “Okay, get started and do a good job. Swallow it all like a good little whore.” With that he shoved his cock deep into her mouth and began working her head back and forth, controlling it by the grip he had on her hair. The poor woman used her tongue and lips as best she could to please the boy but suddenly he shoved her off him and kicked her savagely in the side. “You worthless bitch!” he yelled at his mother. “You call that sucking cock? No wonder Dad used to beat the shit out of you!” He kicked her again and again as she lay gathered up into a ball whimpering and sobbing. Jennifer, wide eyed with horror got up off the couch but her brother stopped her with an enraged glare. “You want some of this?” he asked. She said nothing but stood still. “Sit your ass back down,” he commanded. “Your turn is coming.” Terrified, she sat back down. Todd turned his attention back to his mother, kicking her twice more then he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over by a desk. Opening a drawer he took out a roll of duct tape. “Over on your belly, whore,” he commanded. Not wanting to be kicked again she did as she was told. He securely taped her wrists behind her back and her ankles together telling her, “I’m not through with you yet.” He then turned his attention to his sister whom he began approaching. The girl stood and began backing away from him saying, “No, T— Sir — please!” She stopped when her back touched a wall. She put her hands out in an attempt to keep him away but he grabbed her, whirled her around and twisted them behind her back. Then holding them there with one hand and grabbing her by her dark hair with the other, he propelled her toward the kitchen as she sobbed, cried out in pain, and begged for mercy. Debra managed to roll and twist her battered body around so that she could see them. When she saw him tape Jennifer’s wrists behind her back as he had hers then bend her over the kitchen table face down and kick her feet apart she cried out, “Oh God! Please don’t Sir! Please!” “Shut up!” he growled in return. “I’ll get back to you in a minute.” “Please don’t hurt her that way, Sir!” Debra persisted. “Don’t you move,” Todd ordered his sister. “Not one goddamned muscle!” Paralyzed with terror and her hands imprisoned behind her back, she did as he told her. Todd went back to where his stepmother lay. “Bitch,” he growled as he picked up her panties from where she had dropped them on the floor and the roll of duct tape. “When I tell you to shut the fuck up, I mean for you to do it!” With that, he shoved the panties roughly into her mouth and secured them with the tape. Now successfully gagged, she couldn’t even plead on her daughter’s behalf. Returning to the kitchen where Jennifer waited still bent over the table he grabbed both of her shapely young ass cheeks and spread them wide apart. “Oh please!” she desperately begged. “Not there PLEASE!” He paid her no heed and literally RAMMED himself deep within her. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” she screamed in agony as she felt herself being brutally impaled. In the living room Debra sobbed helplessly for her daughter. Todd pounded her unmercifully for what seemed to her forever until finally he reached his climax and pumped his cum deep into her anus. After withdrawing from her, he wiped himself off on the side of her leg and put his organ back inside his pants. Then he grabbed his weeping sister by the arm and hauled her back to where her mother lay. Turning her around he bent her over and displayed her poor, battered, cum oozing ass to her mother saying, “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t done such a piss poor job of sucking my cock!” He took Jennifer over to the sofa and shoved her down on it on her back commanding her, “Stay there!” Then he went and back over to Debra, removed all the duct tape from her wrists, ankles, and mouth, and pulled the panties from her mouth and ordered her to, “Get up.” She staggered unsteadily to her feet. “Get dressed,” he said. Unsteadily she walked over to the clothes she had removed at his command and reached for her bra. “Not that,” he instructed her. “Never mind the underwear.” Obediently, she donned the skirt, blouse, and shoes she had been wearing, moving in a sort of a haze. Todd picked up her purse and shoved it into her hands, “Go get me some beer and booze, good stuff.” She stood there still dazed. WHAP! He slapped her across her left breast causing her to double over with pain. “What are you standing there for? Move your ass!” Wordlessly she went out the door. Once in the car and out of the driveway she thought of going to the police. She was willing to go to prison in order to protect Jennifer. But would it really be helping her? Would she not also be raped in jail, perhaps even killed, and with her mother not even there to comfort her? With a deep sigh she drove to purchase the things her stepson had told her to get. Back in the house Todd walked over to the sofa where his sister lay and sat down beside her. She tried to shrink away from him but there was no room to do so. Placing a hand on one of her small but firm and perfectly shaped breasts, he began tweaking the nipple. “So tell me, Sis,” he said. “Did you like your first ass fucking?” She said nothing. He pinched the nipple hard and, as she cried out, said, “I asked you a question!” “No Sir!” she said. “No I didn’t!” He pinched harder, “Wrong answer. Try again.” “Yes Sir,” she lied. “Yes, I liked it!” “Want me to do it in your pussy as well?” “Oh please Sir!” she begged. “Please leave me alone!” He twisted and stretched the nipple. Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes and she howled in pain. “Answer the question,” he insisted calmly. “Yes Sir!” she complied. “Say it.” “Yes Sir, I — I would like —- like you to —- to —- do it in my —- my —- my PUSSY!” “Beg for it. Say the magic word.” His other hand reached for the other nipple. “Please Sir! Please do it in my pussy! Please Sir!” “Do what?” He clamped down on the other nipple. “Fuck me Sir! Please fuck me in the pussy! Oh God, fuck me anywhere you want just stop hurting me! PLEASE Sir!” He let go of the nipple and the tortured girl lay there panting. “Well,” he began. “Not just now. Mr. Horny isn’t quite up to it again just yet.” He got up and took off his pants and under shorts. Jennifer watched him puzzled and wary. “But you can get over here and see if you can wake him up,” he went on. “Come on, get that cute mouth over here and get started.” Dutifully she got to her feet, walked over to her brother, and knelt at his feet. “Remember what happened to Mom when she didn’t do a good enough job,” He warned. The girl whimpered with fear. She had never sucked a cock before. Would she end up getting kicked and beaten as her mother had? Todd took hold of her hair just as he had Debra and pressed her face into his groin. She began by kissing and licking his balls, trying not to show the revulsion his male scent and taste was causing her. “That’s it Jenn,” he told her. “Love me up good. Show me just how much you want to make me feel good!” Her oral worship soon began to have the effect he desired as his cock began to stiffen and enlarge. “Okay Sis,” he said after awhile. “Time for you breakfast. Open up.” Obligingly, she opened her mouth and he slid her face down over his organ all the way to the hilt. She had a sudden urge to gag but stifled it, certain that would earn her a beating. “Suck baby,” he encouraged her. “Suck on it like I know you’ve always wanted to!” She sucked and licked frantically, praying all the while that she was pleasing him. Suddenly he pulled out of her, hauled her to her feet by the hair, and threw her back onto the sofa on her back. “Legs apart, whore!” he snarled at her. “Knees up!” She barely had time to obey before he was upon her ramming his hard cock into her young pussy. Being dry it hurt like hell but she bit her lower lip, afraid that screaming would make him angry. He pounded at her brutally, mauling her breasts and occasionally slapping her face as he did, not because she had done anything wrong but just for the fun of it. Debra walked in while Todd was still fucking Jennifer. At the sight of her daughter being roughly raped she stopped in her tracks and stared. “What the fuck are you looking at?” Todd asked without even looking around. “Get that stuff in the frig then get back in here and strip before you do.” Mother and daughter shared a single, helpless glance before Debra went to put the beer and whiskey in the refrigerator as she had been told. When she returned to the living room, after having shed her clothes as commanded, she found Todd sitting on the sofa beside Jennifer. He had apparently finished screwing her. The girl was lying with her legs still open, cum oozing from her sore, battered pussy, softly sobbing. “Your kid’s a lot better at sucking cock than you are,” he told Debra. “Doesn’t know a lot about fucking, though. She’ll learn, though. Get over here.” The woman obeyed. The boy reached out and took hold of her crotch. It was all she could do to keep from pulling away. “Remember when you and Dad first got married?” he asked her. “When I was 10 and Sis here was only 9?” “Yes Sir,” she replied, not sure where he was going. “Remember when I cut class and you found out?” “Yes Sir.” “You told Dad and what happened?” “He whipped you Sir,” she answered then quickly added, “But I never meant for him to! I had no idea he was going to!” “Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “It wouldn’t have happened if you had kept your mouth shut. He walloped me good!” She said nothing but knew how savage her late husband could be when administering a thrashing. God knows he’d given her enough of them! “Remember what he us ed on me?” Todd went on. “N-no Sir!” she lied. In reality she remembered very well. “Sure you do,” he came back. “That car radio antenna. I think it’s down in the basement. Go get it.” “Oh please Sir!” she begged. “I really didn’t —-!” “Want me to use it on Jenn?” The girl’s eyes got enormous! “N-no Sir!” Debra quickly added. “I’ll get it.” With that she left the room and returned in a few moments with the horrid device. The boy took it from her and whipped the air with it a couple of times causing the woman to cringe perceptively. “Dad made me bend over and grab my ankles,” he told her. “Do the same. Stick your ass up here.” Her heart pounding with fear, she did as she was told. She heard the instrument swish through the air just a split second before her posterior literally exploded with fire. She shrieked and she jumped forward and stood up, hands on her stinging ass. “Get back here!” Todd demanded. “Move again until I tell you to and I’ll keep it up until you pass out!” Sobbing, the woman resumed the prescribed position. Jennifer looked on crying for her mother. SMACK! Another searing blow landed. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! When finally the boy stopped Debra was sobbing and trembling uncontrollably and her ass was covered with angry red welts. Todd picked up the TV remote and started flipping through channels, temporarily ignoring his two prisoners. Debra sank to her knees by the sofa. Jennifer wanted to embrace her poor, abused mother but her wrists were still taped behind her back so she just leaned forward and kissed her on the head. Debra put her arms around her daughter and both naked females wept together. “Stop your blubbering,” the boy said without bothering to look at either of the females. “It’s annoying.” Instantly both mother and daughter choked back their sobs. “P-please Sir,” Jennifer said timidly after awhile. “May I have the tape taken off my wrists. My hands have gone numb.” He looked at her with a scowl and, for a moment, she was afraid she might be punished for speaking when not having been spoken to. Instead, however, he just told Debra, “Take care of it.” Quickly she took the tape of the girl’s wrists and helped her rub feeling back into her hands. Todd’s granting Jennifer permission to remove the tape gave Debra courage to ask for something else, “Sir, may we please wash up. We won’t put on any clothes, we promise.” “One at a time,” he told her. “You first. Be back in five minutes. Leave the door open” “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.” With that she got up and went upstairs toward the bathroom. Jennifer remained where she was on the sofa, afraid to move. Todd flipped off the TV and turned toward his sister, “So who all has had you besides Dad and me?” “Sir?” she asked in surprise. “Don’t play dumb, cunt,” he replied. “How many guys have fucked you?” “J-just your father and you, Sir, no one else.” “Don’t lie to me,” he warned. “I’ll beat your ass like I did Mom’s.” “I swear it, Sir! No one else!” “Ever do it with another girl?” he asked grinning. “Ever licked cunt?” “N-no Sir!” “Well, when Mom gets back downstairs you just might start,” he informed her. “Yeah, I just might make you two do each other. Ought to be quite a show!” She said nothing and in a moment Debra returned. Todd looked at Jennifer and pointed his thumb toward the stairs, “Your turn. Five minutes.” Hurriedly she got up and left the room. “Come here,” Todd told his stepmother. “On my lap.” Wondering what new agony or indignity was about to be inflicted upon her, she went and curled up in her stepson’s lap. “Show me your cunt,” he told her. “I want to see if you got it clean enough.” Obediently she reached down and spread her pussy lips for him. “It’ll do,” he remarked. “I haven’t poked you there yet and I wouldn’t want to stick it in a dirty one.” His hand went to a breast which he began kneading and fondling. “Jenn and I had a real interesting conversation while you were gone,” he told her. “I asked her if she had ever done another bitch. Have you?” “N-no Sir.” “Not even once?” he persisted. “Better not lie to me!” She hesitated and looked away, “Well, there was one time — when I was in college —- but it was only once, I swear it Sir!”

“Good,” he exclaimed. “When Jenn gets down here you can show her how it’s done.” “Oh no! Please Sir! Please don’t make us do that!” He pinched a nipple and she whimpered. “That’s EXACTLY what I’m going to make you do!” he exclaimed. It was then that Jenn came back into the room. “Well, well,” Todd remarked. “Sis is back.” He turned back to Debra, “Get to it Mom. Let’s see you start by sucking her pretty little tits.” Looking apologetically at her daughter, Debra lowered her head and filled her mouth with the humiliated girl’s left breast.

To be continued…………………………………………………….