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Subject: EBS: Sister Rape [1/6] * REPOST

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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will enjoy it. As such, the author retains all rights to the story and all areas of its publication. If anyone who has written a better legal disclaimer, I would appreciate it very much if you would send me a copy to use with my postings.

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Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,incest

They were wrong.

Where there's THUNDER...there's LIGHTNING!

WARNING: This text file contains material of an adult,
explicit, possibly VIOLENT sexual nature. If you are
uncomfortable reading material of this kind, please
delete this file immediately. Under no circumstances is
this file to be read or poessessed by persons under 21
years of age.

By Thunder

Shannon Harris sat on the living room couch and watched
her older brother Mark out of the corner of her eye. Mark
was sitting in their dad's recliner, sipping beer and
keeping one hand stuffed down his pants while he watched the
tape playing on the TV.

Every now and then Mark would look over at her and
smile. Mark was what you would call handsome: tall,
well-built (he lifted weights every day), with shaggy dark
brown hair and gray eyes. He had a handsome, friendly
face...most of the time.

Shannon felt giddy whenever her brother looked at her.
He hadn't been the same person all week. He'd been acting
strange, sometimes mean, sometimes...weird. All of this had
started a week ago, when her parents had left to spend the
summer in Mexico and left her with Mark.

Mark was 18 and old enough to take care of them both.
Shannon was just 11. She'd looked forward to having the
summer with Mark. The two of them were very close. At
least until now, she thought.

Mark had never had a girlfriend, though girls called
all the time and asked him out. Mostly he hung around with
her and her friends, sort of like a chaperon. And they all
liked having him around. He was a lot of fun and like a kid
sometimes.

But all that changed shortly after their parents left.
Mark's behavior first showed itself as they were driving
home from the airport. He'd suddenly pulled over and put
his arms around her, giving her a firm, deep kiss on the
mouth. Mark had kissed her on the mouth before, but they
had always been quick, sweet kisses. This time it was
anything but sweet. Mark shoved his tongue into her mouth
and she nearly gagged. Finally she'd managed to twist away,
nearly in tears. "Stop Mark, please!", she'd begged. He'd
hugged her very tightly, telling her he just wanted to show
how much he loved her. Shannon wanted very much to believe
that, because she loved her older brother. So she'd
accepted it. She'd even let him kiss her again. He was
gentle this time, but the kiss was deep. He'd used his
tongue again, too. Then he'd told her that every time he
kissed her, for the rest of the summer, it was going to be
like that. Shannon accepted it.

From there, everything went downhill. As soon as they
got home, her sweet, loving brother sat her down and ticked
off his "rules" like a drill instructor. She was not to
leave the house without telling him. She was not to tell
anyone what he did to or with her, or anything that went on
at the house, especially not adults, and especially not
their parents!

"You're mine this summer, and you'll do as I say", he
told her. Shannon, still being innocent at her age, had
agreed. Even if Mark was acting funny.

Mark had other things he wanted, as well. She was to
sunbathe for at least one hour per day on the back
porch--nude. Shannon didn't like the sound of that--what if
somebody saw? But she agreed to do it. Further, she was to
shower daily--with him.

Shannon told him no. It was bad enough he wanted her
to sunbathe nude--but take showers with him? Innocent as
she was, Shannon knew something was wrong. She refused to
do what Mark told her.

"Fine. Then when mom and dad call, I'll tell them
you've been bad. And you'll never get that pony you wanted.
Remember?"

Shannon had gasped. Her parents had promised that if
she was good all summer, she'd get a pony for her birthday
in September. A real one she would ride on weekends and
during the summer. But if Mark said she was bad...

She agreed to do what he wanted. Mark had been
pleased.

xxx

That night, and the rest of the week, Mark had kept her
at home, letting her see none of her friends, telling them
she was sick. During that time a lot happened to change
Shannon's perceptions of her brother.

Aside from the kissing, showers and sunbathing, Mark
started using swear words around her. He'd never done that
before. His favorite was "fuck". The first time they were
in the shower, he introduced her to his penis, which he
called "Mr. Stiffy". It certainly was stiff, Shannon saw,
as it bobbed in front of her eyes. Mark had explained to
her what was done with it, pointing out the precious parts
of her young body as well.

It was the first time Shannon had actually considered
herself. She was a pretty girl, with golden blonde hair
that fell in teased waves past her shoulders, and green
eyes, like her mom's. Her small body was slender, already
developing curves, her tiny breasts just forming, with the
pink nipples contrasting against her newly tanned skin. Her
tiny slit was flat against her abdomen, her ass small and
tight, and her legs long and shapely.

Shannon had been a little afraid then that Mark might
put his cock, as he called it, into her mouth or her cunt,
as he called her slit, while they were in the shower. But
he didn't. He was actually very nice to her.

That first shower, Shannon also had her first orgasm.
Mark had insisted on soaping her down, paying special
attention to her cunt. As his hand played over her, moving
back and forth, then in gentle circles, she'd felt strange
stirrings run up her abdomen, teasing her insides and making
them quiver. She began to pant, her whole body trembling
now. Mark slipped his finger into her. It hurt a little,
but not much, because he didn't go far, but the teasing,
tingling feeling increased.

"Whats...happening...?", she panted, leaning against
Mark as her knees grew weak.

"Feel good?", Mark asked.

"Y-Yes!", she panted.

"You're having an orgasm", Mark told her. "Want more?"

"Yes!"

Mark had rubbed a little faster, a little harder, and
the feeling got better, overwhelmed her, and her eyes rolled
up in her head and she collapsed against him, panting and
trembling and out of breath.

When she was finally able to straighten up, Mark showed
her how to do it herself. She plunged her little finger in
as she instructed, feeling around. There was a wall of
flesh in there that stopped her probing, and when she pushed
on it, she hurt. She told Mark. He told her it was her
cherry, and she'd lose it soon enough. He didn't tell her
how. She just assumed it would go away itself.

After the shower, Mark dried her off and took her to
his room, where he had her lay down and then he spread her
legs. This time, he used his mouth down there, and it was
even better.

After that, things were sort of normal. She spent the
afternoon with Mark doing house chores, then he wanted to
play. The game he wanted to play was called Kidnapped.
They'd played it before, lots of times. Mark would pretend
to grab her, then tie her up and gag her. After a while
he'd let her go.

Today was different, though. After he tied her up and
gagged her, he pulled her shorts and panties down and
fingered and sucked her to two orgasms. Shannon found she
liked it. Mark's behavior no longer worried her, in
fact--it was enjoyable. At the time.

Over the next two days, it was pretty much the same.
At night Mark brought home porno tapes, either ones he
rented or ones that came in plain boxes. The rented ones
were of men and women, but the other ones were with girls
like her, sometimes with two or three men. Mark insisted
Shannon play with herself while she watched, so she did.
Just watching gave her a funny feeling.

After a while, though, she noticed that the girls on
the tapes didn't seem to be having much fun, especially when
the men put their cocks in the girls mouths or cunts, and
even their asses! On the last tape, it got even weirder.
In this one the girls were tied up and gagged, and some bled
when the men put their cocks into the girl's cunts. Shannon
could hardly watch. Mark, on the other hand, was getting
very excited. He had taken out his cock and was jerking it
wildly. He came three or four times, too. He'd told
Shannon that something came out when a man played with it,
but she'd never seen it before!

The first time he came, Mark had scooped it up on his
fingers and told Shannon to lick it off. When she'd
refused, he threatened to say she'd been bad. So she'd
licked it off. It was salty sweet and gooey, but it wasn't
too bad. When Mark had come again, he'd told her to lick it
off his body. She'd done so quickly. She had seen more on
his cock, but he told her not to worry about it yet.

And so it went on, until in one scene, a pretty, dark
haired girl in a brownie scout uniform was led in. She was
bound and gagged but quiet, not crying. Shannon thought she
looked familiar.

"I know her!", she said.

Mark jumped up and switched off the VCR. "Okay, enough
for tonight", he'd announced. "Go to bed."

"But..."

"Go!"

So Shannon went. She'd considered sneaking down to
look again, but didn't want to get Mark mad. Besides, the
films worried her. It was fun doing things with her
brother, whom she trusted--weird as he'd been--but with
strangers, she could never do it.

On the following day, the weirdness got weirder. She
got up to dress and saw that someone had been in her closet.
On closer inspection, she realized all of her pants were
gone, as were all of her long holiday dresses, flip flops
and anything but a few pairs of dress slippers and sneakers.
Her other dresses and shorts were still left, but her tube
tops and tank tops were gone as well. But something else
was there. Several pairs of pantyhose, all sheer nudes,
with holes stitched in front and back. Along with them were
several pairs of white cotton little girl panties, similarly
stitched.

Shannon was wondering about all this when Mark walked
in. Without a word he pointed to the bed. Shannon lay down
and spred her legs for him, and he fingered her roughly to
orgasm. It hurt more than it felt good.

"Now got get some sun, shower and get dressed", he told
her coldly. Shannon did as she was told, then
returned to get dressed. Mark had laid out her
clothes: a pair of the crotchless panties, a pair of
hose, a white long sleeve blouse and vest, a short
denim skirt and white slippers. He watched her while
she dressed, then pushed her down on the bed.

"This first", he told her, pulling out a coil of
rope his back pocket. He used it to tie her wrists together
behind her back. Grabbing a pair of panties from her
drawer, he stuffed them in her mouth.

Shannon knew what was going to happen next, because of
the tapes last night. She lay there, frozen in horror, as
Mark took his pants down, freeing his huge, hard cock. He
climbed up between her legs and shoved his finger into her,
starting another orgasm, despite her fear.

"I'm going to fuck you, sis", he told her. "Hell, I'm
going to rape you! And this isn't going to be it. No way.
I'm going to do it all summer. And other guys are going to
do it with you. You've teased me long enough, baby sister!"

Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped it. Mark's hips
thrust forward, pushing into her. She screamed again. He
was at her hymen. He thrust once more.

Shannon gasped. It felt like she'd been punched in the
gut. She felt her hymen tear. She felt Mark slide far up
inside of her, deeper than ever before. And it really hurt.

Her scream was more of a pained moan; the world was
flashing, spinning, moving in and out. Mark was leering at
her, her own brother, moving in and out of her. Raping her.

So that was what this was called, she found herself
thinking. It hurts so bad. The pain was all she was aware
of. Not the tears on her face, not the fact that Mark was
dumping his load of cum in her underdeveloped womb, his
entire body shaking with his own orgasm.

The rape went on for hours, Mark spending himself in
her time and again, to the point that he was actually
hurting himself. She drifted, unaware, until...

The teasing. It was there.

Shannon was suddenly aware of it, among the pain and
the discomfort. That good feeling again, building. Even
though her insides burned, it was there. Mark was moving
slowly now, looking tired. The sun was lower in the sky
where it hung outside her window. Shannon began to moan.

"It's about fucking time", Mark muttered.

Her orgasm hit her with glorious force, washing away
everything. Immediately, she passed out.

xxx

When she woke later that evening, she was in bed, naked
and sore. But she'd been untied and Mark was leaning over
her, looking more like his old self. He gave her a kiss on
the cheek. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you so badly, sis", he
told her softly.

Shannon started crying. "Why, Mark?"

"Because you're so hot, sis. You're gorgeous and I've
wanted to fuck you for a long time. So when mom and dad
left, I knew I had a chance. Except that I couldn't do it
unless I had complete control. I had to rape you."

"But why?", she sobbed.

Mark stroked her hair gently. "Okay, listen. I'm a
control freak, alright? You're not the first little girl
I've done this to. See, there's these guys I met up with,
and their like me. Somehow they found out about you and
wanted me to bring you around so they could rape you. But I
was afraid they'd hurt you too much. I know I hurt you when
I raped you, but I didn't hit your or beat you, okay? I
could never hurt you like that. But those guys...I wanted
you to be ready."

"Are you going to rape me again? Are they?"

"Yeah. We all are."

"No!"

Suddenly Mark's face hardened. "Now you listen, sis.
I'm trying to be nice. Like it or not, you're going to get
it. You agree to let me, and anybody else, and I'll do my
best to help you have orgasms everytime. And I'll tell mom
and dad you were really good this summer. It's not much of
a price to pay. Your virgnity for a new pony."

Shannon, lacking the experience and knowledge older
girls had, considered it. Somehow, a pony seemed more
important than letting men use her body. She didn't know
much about dignity or self-respect, you see.

"Okay, Mark. But please, no more tonight."

Mark's face softened. "No more tonight. Tomorrow
you'll suck me, though, and I'll fuck your ass. Then you
get a day to rest, okay? Then I want to show you
something."

Shannon nodded. She thought she might even get to like
it--especially if she could have orgasms. "Okay."

"Good girl. There's more to this, sis, that I'll tell
you right now. Now go to sleep."

"Stay with me, Mark?", she begged. "Just don't...don't
do anything, okay?"

"Okay", Mark agreed.

xxx
Mark did not stay, however. After his sister was asleep, he
picked up the phone and dialed his parents hotel in Mexico.
It took a bit to get connected, but when he was on, he was
all too pleased to hear his father's voice.

They talked for a long time, then hung up. Yawning, Mark
returned to his little sister, eager to snuggle up to her
naked, warm body.

xxx
The following day Mark spent raping her ass. He left her
naked and but tied and gagged her. He was pretty gentle--he
told her he didn't like doing asses much. He even taught
her how to take it without much hurt. Shannon learned
quickly.

xxx

And so, Shannon found herself sitting on the couch,
feeling giddy as she watched Mark. She didn't know why, but
soon, she would.

Shannon turned her attention to the porn flick on the
TV. Shannon watched closely as women went up and down on
guys cocks, studying the things they did. So did Mark.

Shannon had learned something else that day, as well.
When Mark tied her hands, or just handled her roughly, she
got hot and wet. That was good, because after dinner, Mark
had tied her hands and broken his promise by raping her.
The wetness made things hurt a lot less, and she'd enjoyed
it. It became more enjoyable when she screamed, since that
really turned Mark on. Even the pain added to it all, and
soon she found herself wanting Mark to rape her again and
again, even to hurt her.

When Mark was done, he didn't untie her. She'd begged
him to do it again, eager to have his stiff cock in her.
But he was limp now, and none of it did any good.

"Beg me not to", he told her.

"Please Mark, no more", she begged, putting as much
fear into her voice as she could. His cock started to
harden. The more she pleaded and cried, the harder it got.
And when he raped her again, she loved it.

When it came time to suck his cock, Shannon resisted.
It turned both of them on. She was actually a little
scared, and the fear turned her on even more. He pushed
her, resisting, until his cock was in her mouth, pushed
until she choked. Only then did he let up, and Shannon went
to work on his shaft, sucking, licking and blowing until his
hot cum was shooting down her throat.

He raped her six times that night, mouth and cunt and
once up the ass. She loved every second. She found she
liked to be treated roughly, to be hurt without being
whipped or slapped or beaten.

Afterward, Mark showed her the rest of the tape. She
did know the Brownie scout; her name was Missy, and three
years ago, she'd disappeared. On the tape, three men and a
boy--Mark, no less--were raping her. It turned Shannon on.
She wished she could trade places with that girl. The idea
of being held captive, raped and used and abused like that,
turned her on endlessly. She asked Mark whatever happened
to Missy, and he told her that after they were done, she was
turned over to another group of guys who used her in a snuff
film.

"She was raped, tortured and finally killed", Mark
told her. For some reason, Shannon got even more excited.
She questioned Mark endlessly about how they got Missy and
what it was like, then asked him when she could get some
strange guys to do her.

"Not right away, and not alone", Mark told her. "Give
it a few days. I want to be there to be safe. After that,
well...you could always be sold, or let some guy pick you
up. But you might get killed." He said the last thing
without much concern.

"I don't care", Shannon insisted, lost in her lust. "I
want to be taken and raped and used. I really do!"

xxx

That night, Shannon fantasized about strange men luring
her into their cars, of dozens of escaped convicts raping
her young body. The next day she and Mark rented as many
rape videos as they could get, and Mark got some more
unmarked ones. Shannon soon added having her nipples
pinched and clothes torn to her fantasies.

For the remainder of the two weeks Mark kept her around
the house, her fantasies grew. With Mark's help they began
to write them down on his computer and sent them to bulletin
boards he was on. The fantasies got darker, with her
winding up dead or even tortured in some. In still others,
she'd begun to add her friends, particularly her best friend
Julie Roberts. The idea of Julie getting it really turned
her on.

For the time being, however, it was just her and Mark.
As the week drew to a close, he raped her less and less.
Over the last two days, he didn't touch her at all.

On the morning of the last day he told her they were
going shopping. Once more he laid out her clothes: a white
long sleeve blouse and an acid washed mini skirt, white
slippers--the clothes she'd first been raped in. He gave
her a pair of the crotchless panties and the holey hose to
wear as well. She was practically shaking with excitement,
realizing how many men would see her.

They drove to the mall. It was a huge place, two
stories, and easy to get lost in. Somehow, she did,
becoming separated from Mark. Up until last week, she'd
have been terrified. Now she was excited.

She got a lot of looks, and eventually, a young man
approached her. He asked her her name and then asked her if
she'd like to have some pictures taken. She went along
eagerly.

He led her to a van in the lot and helped her in--then
shoved her to the floor and pinned her down. Shannon
screamed and he slapped her. Not very hard, but enough that
she knew to be quiet, and enough to scare her. Either way,
she was already getting wet.

Shannon begged him not to hurt her, forcing tears that
came all too easy. He just grinned and dropped his pants.
He wasn't as big as Mark, but he'd do. He flipped up her
skirt and stared at the hose underneath.

"What's this?"

"M-My b-brother w-wants me to wear them", she said.

"Smart", he laughed, and slammed into her.

Shannon screamed. That hurt! But she liked it anyway.
The man's hand clamped over her mouth and his other hand
caught her wrists and held them together as he had his way
with her. Shannon hid her orgasm behind whimpers and sobs.
The guy neither seemed to notice nor care that she was wet
and not a virgin. Mark had told her to lie and say she had
an accident that caused her hymen to tear, in case anybody
asked, and she didn't know why she was wet. He said that
probably wouldn't matter, anyway.

As her orgasm hit, something else occured to
Shannon--Mark wasn't there. He said he would be, too, but
he wasn't. Suddenly she realized that this man was indeed a
total stranger...and she was at his mercy.

The stranger came a minute or so later, spewing his
load inside of her. He pulled out and made her lick him
clean. "Not bad", he told her. When he finishd, he tied
her hands behind her and gagged her with a strip of tape,
then tied her ankles. Then he climbed into the driver's
seat and they took off.

Shannon realized, with a thrill of excitement and
terror, she would probably die today. She wondered how, and
would he torture her first?

The van stopped about half an hour later, and the side
door opened. Four men in leather jackets and chains got in.
Bikers. Shannon felt her heart leap.

Over the next six hours Shannon endured a brutal gang
rape that stretched her young body to the limits. There
were fifteen men in all, and each took her every way he
could, in positions she'd never imagined. Her clothes were
torn off, she was slapped, her cunt and stomach punched
several times when she resisted. She was choked unconcious
twice while they raped her, bringing on untold orgasms.

After the first hour, all of her excitment and lust
faded and gave way to fear. By the sixth hour she was numb
inside and sore outside. They dumped her unceremoniously
out of the van into a grass patch beneath some trees,
leaving only her ankles untied. After a while she managed
to get up and started walking.

It wasn't long before she was picked up by four high
school boys. With her clothes in tatters, her hands bound
behind her and only slippers on her feet, three of them took
turns on her. It didn't matter that she was only eleven.
It didn't matter that she'd been used. They saw pussy and
they took it.

The fourth boy took her when the others were done and
held her tightly. She cried into his shoulder, needing the
comfort. Eventually the other boys dropped her and him off
near another car.

As soon as the others drove off, he raped her, too. He
called her slut and whore and said she deserved it. She
felt she did.

When he was done, he at least took her home. That was
when he revealed he knew her and Mark. He didn't say
anything else.

Five minutes later she stumbled inside. Mark jumped up
from the couch and ran over to her, holding her tight. He
untied her, got her to the shower, and put her to bed. He
was good the whole time. She told him everything, and then
he gave her a sleeping pill and she was out like a light.

xxx
She spent the next three days in bed recovering. Not
only physically, but mentally. And found that, in
retrospect, she'd enjoyed herself. Only now did she realize
that. It was terrifyingly fun.

When she finally got out of bed, Mark told her Julie
had been by. A slow, sly smile crossed her face. "Mark, do
you think maybe Julie would...join me?", she asked.

Mark grinned. "I think that could be arranged..."

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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will enjoy it. As such, the author retains all rights to the story and all areas of its publication. If anyone who has written a better legal disclaimer, I would appreciate it very much if you would send me a copy to use with my postings.

"Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD and reading this story does not break any kind of law in your community/city/state/country." Thanks. :-}

By Thunder

Chapter 3

A week and a half after Julie's initial "induction", Mark
was already tiring of her. Sure, she still didn't like what
was happening--her resistance, her fear and pain were still
very real, as was her humiliation--but now she was too easy.
He needed something fresh, something he could have fun with.

Julie's biggest worry, he'd found, wasn't herself. It was
her family, specifically her little sisters. She'd accepted
that if she did what he wanted, he'd let her mother alone.
The twins were fresh meat, however.

Mark wanted them badly. They were too young to understand
what was happening but old enough to know that it was bad.
Which made it twice as much fun. "Double your pleasure", he
chuckled to himself every time he thought of them.

Yet he held back going after the twins. He wanted Julie to
be a little more "with it"--because he wanted her to enjoy
watching him rape her sisters. Really enjoy it, like
Shannon had enjoyed seeing Julie raped. He was beginning to
think that might never happen, until yesterday.

Julie had come over as usual; she knew better than to stay
away, because he'd be particularly brutal if she did. But
this time, she'd seemed less...apprehensive. She didn't
exactly offer herself, but her resistance was considerably
less, and she didn't cry very much afterwards. Mark had
begun to wonder if she was finally getting it when she
knocked him for a loop.

"Mark, could I...watch you do some other little girls?",
she'd asked, right out of the blue.

Mark thought he was hearing things. "Huh?"

"I want to see you do some other little girls", Julie told
him. "I want to watch."

"Do you? Then you can watch me do your sisters."

"I was thinking of some others", Julie said quickly.
"Strange little girls. It'd be more exciting because they'd
really be fresh, see? We wouldn't hardly know anything
about them. I could go get some for you and bring them
here. How does that sound?" She'd seemed almost eager to
please. Mark considered it.

"Yeah, maybe", he told her.

There was no more discussion after that. He left Julie and
Shannon to their own devices--sadly, they didn't get raped.
In fact, they didn't even leave the house; they'd just sat
around and watched TV, mostly kiddie porn tapes, until Mark
had taken those away. He didn't want Shannon watching any
more of those. He wanted to get some of his sister's
innocent nature back so she'd be exciting again. And that
was a start.

He didn't think it was working. It was the following
morning already, and he was sitting at the table, Julie and
Shannon on the other side. Shannon was eagerly going on
about getting some other little girls to rape, or better
yet, getting raped herself. Julie was nodding and agreeing
with her.

"So what time to the twins usually get home?", Mark asked
casually. "I'd like to have them...over sometime."

"Um, I don't know. Usually my mom picks them up", Julie
told him. Her voice was shaking. "Um, but I know that
there are a couple of girls they go to camp with you'd like
Mark. They're young and really cute, and I know where to
find them. Maybe, um, me and Shannon could go get them,
huh?" She was smiling, a hysterical smile. Mark thought
she might be cracking up.

"So what are they like?", Mark asked.

"Cute, Mark. One's blonde and one has light brown hair. I
think their five and six. Their sisters. I could show you
right now. What do you say?"

Mark glanced at his sister. Shannon was bouncing up and
down in her chair, eager to do it, without actually saying
so. "So where do they live?"

"About six blocks from here", Julie told him.

"Okay. You and Shannon go get them and lure them here,
okay? Do whatever you have to, but make sure you keep it
quiet. The less people that see you, the better. Now get
moving."

Both girls jumped up and hurried for the door. Mark leaned
back in his seat and grinned. Julie was playing with him.
He could tell simply by looking at her eyes. Eager as her
face was, her eyes told a different story. She was
terrified of him going after the twins; that's why she'd
suggested the other girls. Silly Julie, the little slut,
she had the makings of another Shannon in her. She was so
damned determined to protect her baby sisters she'd let some
other girl suffer in their place. Too bad she made it so
obvious.

Only it was Julie who was going to suffer. For lying to him
and trying to make him believe she wanted to play by his
rules. He wouldn't hurt her mother, though. No. He would
hurt the twins instead.

Julie had lied when she said her mother picked the twins up.
A desperate lie at best, because Mark saw the twins get
dropped off every day around three. It was five to three
now. A few more minutes and they'd be all his.

xxx
Brandi and Brianna Roberts had no idea of what their sister
had endured the past week. They'd only noticed she'd become
awfully jumpy and protective of them, but wouldn't say why.

It was doubtful they would have fully understood even if she
had explained. Being only five, they knew little about
rape--about as much as Julie when it came to body parts, but
beyond that, good touch/bad touch was about it. They also
knew it was wrong for a man or a boy to touch them in their
private places in any way, and to just say no to make it
stop. Innocence might have been bliss, but the twins were
going to learn it was also very painful.

Both twins were incredibly gorgeous for their young age.
Short--four feet tall--and slender, they were identical in
every way--waist length dark red hair, very fine, with a
slight wave to it. Freckled cheeks and pert noses made up
the rest of their pretty faces, and both girls possessed the
same green eyes as their sisters.

Both girls wore the camp uniform--red shorts with a white
t-shirt and white tennis sneakers. Brandi, who always
wanted to be just a little different, also wore white ankle
socks. It was sort of a mini-rebellion; Brandi was the
tougher of the two twins, less shy and more outgoing, more
brash, to Brianna's quiet, mouse-like nature.

Suddenly Mark Harris called them from next door. He was
standing on the porch, leaning over the railing. Both girls
liked Mark and knew him well. "Brandi, Brianna, Julie wants
you to come over here", Mark told them. Both girls shrugged
and hurried over. Mark ushered them inside and shut the
door.

"Julie dropped an earring down in the rec room. Could you
go down and find it, Brandi? I need to borrow Brianna for a
minute."

"Sure!", Brandi offered, and dashed down into the basement,
where the rec room was. Brianna, left alone, smiled shyly
at Mark. That smile faded a moment later when Mark produced
a coil of rope from his back pocket.

xxx

"What are you going to do with that?", Brianna asked, her
little eyes wide and fearful. Mark didn't answer. She was
young, she was vulnerable, and she was all his.

He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, clamping his
hand over her mouth. He knew Brianna was no fighter, and
she didn't fight him this time. She didn't even try to pull
his hand away.

He forced the little girl into the living room and shoved
her face down onto the couch. He told her if she screamed
or made a sound, he'd hurt her very badly. Brianna started
to cry. Mark slapped the back of her head, making her cry
harder. Mark laughed. He was liking this already, and it
was only one of them.

He used the rope to bind her wrists behind her, then slipped
a gag into her mouth and tied it off behind her head. He
flipped the little girl over and gratuitously fondled her
bare legs, enjoying the feel of the baby soft skin.

"You're a little whore, Brianna. I'm going to hurt you for
that. I'm going to hurt you so much you'll want to die. And
I'm going to do it while your sisters are watching, and then
I'm going to do them, too." He carried on the threats,
terrifying her with each new sentence. Then he hauled her
to her feet and forced her down the basement steps.

He could see Brandi on her hands and knees, searching the
carpeting in the rec room for an earring that wasn't there.
Her little ass wiggled at him, teasingly. She didn't seem
to know they were there until he pushed Brianna into the
room.

Instantly Brandi jumped up, her face flashing a smile first,
then fear. Mark lunged for her but missed. Brandi bolted
for the door and nearly made it. Mark, caught off balance,
stumbled back and grabbed for her arm, catching her sleeve
instead. It was enough for him to spin the girl, then he
brought his fist, hard, into her cunt.

Brandi doubled up and crumpled to the carpet, sobbing. Mark
got his balance again and hurried over, gagging the girl
while she lay curled up, then hauling her hands away from
her sore middle and tying them behind her back. Brandi,
still in pain, didn't try to fight him as he bound her
ankles and threw her onto the rec room couch, then turned to
Brianna.

The little girl flinched at his approach, but gave him no
trouble. He pushed her down into another chair and tied her
ankles. He told her to keep quiet, then hurried out,
shutting and locking the door behind him.

Two down, two to go, he thought to himself.

xxx
"Over there", Julie pointed.

Shannon looked to where Julie was pointing. There were two
little girls playing on swings in a backyard. Both were
very pretty, and looked young, about five or six, like Julie
had said. She didn't know their names, however.

Mark had taught Shannon a lot about luring little girls. The
first trick was to make sure there were no adults around who
might stop them. If there were, she was to leave. After
that, all she had to do was figure out how to lure them.

The two of them made their way over to the white picket
fence that surrounded the back yard. Instantly, Shannon
knew her brother would love the blonde. She was the younger
looking of the two, her hair long, down past her waist at
least, and pulled back in an elaborate, braided pony tail.
She wore a dark pink polo shirt and lighter pink track
shorts, with white sneakers. Her skin was well tanned and
her eyes were a vibrant blue. Shannon got wet just thinking
about watching her brother do the girl.

The other girl was not as pretty. Her hair was cut short,
just above her shoulders, with bangs in front. She was
tanned and slim, but kind of tall, with freckled cheeks and
glasses. She wore a pink t-shirt and denim cutoffs and
white sneakers.

Shannon approached the fence and called out to them. "Hi!"

Both girls waved and came running over. The blonde
recognized Julie. "Hi! Aren't you Brianna Roberts'
sister?"

Julie nodded. "I'm Julie. What's your name?"

"Tiffany", the girl said.

"I'm Jolene. Where's Brandi and Brianna?"

"At my house", Shannon offered. "They wanted us to come ask
if you would come over and play."

Tiffany clapped her hands excitedly. "Yeah!"

Jolene slapped her sister's shoulder. "I don't know. Our
mom isn't home..."

"You can call her from my house", Shannon offered, her eyes
drifting to the little blonde. She wanted badly to see Mark
rape this little girl. Maybe he'd even kill her.

"Please, Jolene?", Tiffany pleaded.

"Alright", Jolene agreed.

On the walk back, Shannon learned a lot about the sisters.
Jolene was eight but looked younger; Tiffany was six.
Shannon also discovered she didn't like Jolene. The girl
was very unpleasant, almost nasty, and didn't smile much.
She'd suggest to Mark that they kill her.

Julie was quiet the entire way home. She didn't smile or
even look at the girls, and Shannon was starting to believe
Julie really wasn't having fun, like she'd told Mark. Julie
was a rotten liar, Shannon knew, and had always been. She
thought Julie might be lying again, and that made her mad.
She didn't know just why it did, but it did. She wanted
Julie to have fun and share in this. But she didn't seem to
want to. So Shannon decided to tell Mark, and maybe he'd
hurt Julie enough so that she'd learn.

Shannon was becoming quite the sado-masochist without even
realizing it.

They took the back way home, and as they passed Julie's,
Shannon saw her friend glance toward her house. She was
probably looking for the twins, and secretly, Shannon hoped
somebody had snatched them. Shannon used to like the twins,
but lately she saw them as just dirty little whores,
playtoys like herself. She longed for the day when Mark
would pop their young cherries right in front of her.

At the back door of the house, Shannon ushered the two girls
in. Mark was sitting at the kitchen table, a friendly smile
on his face. He introduced himself and made a few minutes
of small talk with the girls, then told Julie to pour them
some lemonade.

"Where's Brandi and Brianna?", Tiffany asked.

"Upstairs", Julie cut in quickly. Shannon thought she
looked awfully nervous. She didn't have long to think
before Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her into the living
room.

"Listen, sis. Julie's lying to us. I don't think she knows
how to properly play the game, if you know what I mean." He
grinned, running a finger across Shannon's crotch. Shannon
moaned with pleasure and nodded, then told him about what
she'd seen on the way home.

"Oh, is that so? Well I guess that proves it then. Tell
you what. I've got a special surprise for her, and you get
to help. First we've got to do these two. Then we'll take
care of Julie."

"You going to kill her, Mark?"

"Nah, she's too cute and useful to waste. Let's just say
we'll make her think twice about lying again." He gave his
sister a quick kiss and told her to go get Jolene and bring
her upstairs.

xxx
Mark waited in his room for the girls. His first impression
of Jolene was much the same as Shannon's: he didn't like
her. She wasn't cute or innocent or anything. But she was a
fuck, and that was what mattered, right?

Mark had prepared his bed just for these occasions. The top
covers were stripped off, and under the bottom sheet was a
rubber sheet, designed to keep blood out of the
mattress--just in case anyone should ever choose to search.
Every bed in the house was so equipped, in truth, just to be
safe.

Shannon led the girl in. Jolene glanced around, back to
Shannon, then at Mark. "So what's this shit?", she asked.

Mark's jaw dropped. The kid had a mouth, too! "Watch your
language", he snapped.

"Fuck you. You wanna fuck me, right? Take on a little
girl? Okay, let's go." She started taking her clothes off.

Mark shook his head. "No. Don't take them off. Get over
here."

The girl sashayed over, acting very cocky. "You've done
this before?", Mark asked.

"Listen, asshole, I've been fucking guys since I was four.
I've done it all. Ass, mouth, pussy, I've suck and fucked
and licked ass, so there's nothing I haven't done."

Shit!, Mark thought. Just his luck, he'd get a whore who
knew the game already. Which meant she'd want it, and he
couldn't even think of getting it up. "What about your
sister?"

"She's my cousin, not my sister", Jolene snapped. "Primo
virgin, far as I know. So, you wanna fuck or not? I told
you, I've done it all."

"Ever been tortured and murdered?", Mark asked.

The girl's eyes grew wide. Mark grabbed her by throat and
jammed her jaw shut, then slapped her hard across the face,
breaking her glasses. She was stunned for a moment, then
kicked him. Mark saw red.

He drew back his fist and punched her in the face, smashing
her nose and knocking two teeth out. Blood spurted out of
her smashed lip and broken nose, nearly covering her face.
Mark was not done yet, however.

He flung the girl onto the bed and grabbed her elbows,
twisting her arms up behind her back until he heard her
shoulders pop out of their sockets. The girl screamed, but
it was lost in the mattress. He heard the door slam and
realized Shannon had run out. Overcome by rage, he tore the
girl's clothes off and began beating on her until everything
became a blur.

After what felt like hours, the rage passed. Mark stood
back, calmly surveying the damage. The girl was a mass of
bruises and blood. Blood had soaked the sheets under her,
and when Mark felt for a pulse, there was none. He'd beaten
her to death.

He sagged back against the wall and sat down. He didn't
feel satisfied, just disgusted. She was a lousy tramp,
worse than any little whore-to-be. She deserved what she
got. But now he had to clean up the mess.

Rising to his feet again, he pulled the sheet up around her
and tied it as best he could. The rubber mattress beneath
was soaked with blood; the porous surface had prevented it
from running, at least. He flipped that over, then secured
it with duct tape he kept handy. Tonight, he'd dispose of
her.

For now, he wanted to get to Tiffany. And then...and then,
the twins.

xxx
Julie nervously played a patticake game with little Tiffany,
who sat giggling and singing in the kitchen chair, totally
unaware of what was going to happen to her. Julie felt
sorry for the little girl, and sick with the idea that she'd
brought her here in the first place. But it was either
that, or let Mark get the twins. And Julie's greatest hope
was that by helping Mark out, she'd turn his attention away
from the twins. Letting him use her just wouldn't do it;
she knew Mark could only get off on fresh, innocent girls,
so it came to this. Luring girls like Tiffany to him. Bait
for the trap.

A few times she'd looked out the window, hoping to see her
sisters and make sure they were alright, but had seen
nothing. She couldn't, of course, know that they were
literally under her feet.

Shannon was standing in the kitchen doorway, where she'd
been for about the last ten minutes or so, one hand shoved
down her shorts as she fingered herself. Julie had tried to
look interested, occasionally stroking herself as well, but
was no longer sure she was fooling Shannon. Her friend had
a weird gleam in her eye, a cold, mischievous look Julie
didn't like.

"Hey, Tiffany, why don't you watch some TV? I don't know
what those two could be doing up there", Shannon suggested.

Tiffany turned around with a smile. "Okay. Is Jolene still
up there?"

Shannon grinned. "Yeah. She's having a lot of fun." She
ushered the little girl into the living room, then shut the
kitchen door. She walked over to Julie, grinning coldly.
"She's going to be a lot of fun."

"Yeah", Julie agreed, forcing herself to sound convincing.
"I can't wait to see Mark pop her cherry."

"Bet you can't", Shannon giggled. There was something in
her tone that made Julie very uneasy. "Bet she'll bleed a
lot. Like you did."

Julie suppressed a shudder at the memory. "Yeah. But then
I realized it was so much fun, and I think she will, too."

"Sure", Shannon agreed. "Hey, maybe if you're lucky, Mark
will leave the twins alone, huh? Or maybe he'll fuck them
anyway."

Julie felt her stomach turn. "Yeah. I'd like to see that."

"Sure you would", Shannon laughed. "Especially Brianna."

Julie cringed. She loved Brianna a little more than Brandi,
largely because Brianna was so sweet and helpful. She
certainly didn't want to watch her...get it.

Julie decided to change the subject. "I wonder if we can
get raped soon. By strangers. I'd really like to feel a
strange, hard cock in me", she said, actually getting turned
on by the idea. That made her shudder. Was she losing it,
like Shannon had?

"Yeah, me too", Shannon agreed. "And I'd like to watch them
do you, Julie. You...REALLY...deserve it."

xxx
Mark came down the stairs and saw little Tiffany sitting on
the couch, watching TV--all vulnerable and ready. She
looked like a screamer, so Mark didn't plan to scare her too
much until she was tied up.

"Tiffany? Come on up", he called.

The little girl jumped up and raced up to him. He took her
hand and led her into his parents bedroom--a place full of
fond memories for him. Soon to have more.

He told the little girl to sit on the bed, then locked the
door behind him. When he turned around, Tiffany was
standing there, her eyes wide.

"Why did you lock the door?"

"So you can't get out", Mark told her, producing ropes and a
gag from his back pocket.

"Please don't hurt me, mister. I'm just a little girl.
Please, just let me go. I won't tell."

"Can't do that. Anybody done this to you before, Tiffany?"

"No. But Mommy told me--"

"Mommy is a whore and liar like you, Tiffany. Now I'm going
to tie your hands. Turn around."

"No, please, mister--"

Mark grabbed her wrist and spun her around. The little girl
didn't resist, nor did she scream or cry as he tied her
hands. "So what did Mommy say?", he asked.

"S-She s-said that s-sometimes m-men like to get little
g-girls alone and h-hurt them", she whimpered. Her words
ended and she started to sob. Mark pulled the gag between
her teeth and knotted it under her pony tail, then sat her
down and tied her ankles. He fondled her bare legs and she
jumped when he touched her between the legs, crying harder.
Mark unlocked the door and yelled for the other girls to
come up and see.

Shannon arrived first, grinning from ear to ear. Julie was
right behind her, also grinning. A false grin at best, Mark
saw, because her eyes betrayed her discomfort.

Mark turned back to the little girl and slowly removed his
clothes. He was going to enjoy this. He'd been cheated out
of Jolene, the whore, so little Tiffany would have to take
the full brunt of his lustful urges.

Tiffany's eyes got very wide when she saw his cock bouncing
up and down, pointing at her like an accusing finger. "Boy,
is she scared!", Shannon laughed. "What do you think,
Julie? What should Mark do first?"

"Put it in her mouth", Julie insisted hoarsely.

Not a bad idea, Mark decided. But not right away. Tiffany
was scared, but not scared enough. Her tears weren't enough
to please him. He wanted to see her squirm, feel her
struggle.

So he jumped her. Literally. He took a flying leap and
knocked her back, pinning her with his body. He rammed his
lips against her slender white throat, kissing and suckling
the delicate flesh. Stunned at first, little Tiffany
quickly responded, squirming and bucking under him in a
desperate, but futile, attempt to get him off of her.

Mark's hands slid up and down her slender, baby soft thighs,
kneading the tender flesh with his fingertips. He hooked
his fingers into the waistband of her pink track shorts and
pulled them down to her knees while his lips roamed over her
tear stained cheeks and shaking, gagged mouth.

He lifted himself slightly to look at her panties. They
were cute little girl ones, white with little daisies
printed on them. He slid his hand under the waistband and
fingered the little girl, making her groan and squirm with
pain. He withdrew his fingers and shoved the panties down,
eager to get into her hot little snatch.

Mark grinned and spread the little girl's labia lips.
Tiffany squirmed a bit. Mark put his cock head against the
inner folds. She was tight, dry. She'd be a bleeder for
sure. He pushed a little harder until his cock was against
her tiny maidenhead. Tiffany was moaning and twisting around
now. "Quit squirming!", he snapped at her. She stopped.
Mark pushed hard against her maidenhead. He felt it tear.
Little Tiffany let out a painful moan and a grunt and her
stomach flexed. Then she sobbed real loud and began to
shake. Mark knew it must have hurt.

He pushed as far as he could but she was real tight, so he
pulled out and pushed in harder. Little Tiffany was really
sobbing and he was getting turned on. He began to pump her.
Each time he got a little further until his balls were
banging off her ass. She only bled a trickle. She was
twitching and groaning the way virgins do and Mark couldn't
stop himself, he came. He dumped his whole load inside her
and pulled out.

Mark grinned at the girls. He felt like going again.
Tiffany was sobbing and hiccuping, but she wasn't worn out
yet. He yanked down her gag and pulled her into a sitting
position, holding his cock out in front of her mouth.

"You suck this, got it? You bite and I'll knock your teeth
down your throat!", he shouted, shoving most of his cock
into the girl's mouth. He wanted a good blowjob so he
didn't push it all the way in. Little Tiffany didn't bite
him. She sucked, but it was pathetic. "Pretend it's a
fuckin' lollipop, you little cunt!"

Tiffany began to suck harder. It felt good. Mark grabbed
her head and jerked it back and forth, bringing himself to a
cum. The girl's mouth was a hot, wet little oven that just
drank down his cum. He got off and pushed her back, shoving
the gag into her mouth.

Mark stepped back, feeling light headed with excitement.
Excellent! She's been one damn good fuck and suck. He
turned to the girls, pulling his pants on. "I think we'll
keep her for a while", Mark told them. "Come on, I need a
beer. Let's let her be for a while." He ushered the two
girls out and shut the door behind him, shutting out
Tiffany's pitiful whimpers.

xxx
Mark collapsed into a kitchen chair, exhausted but
satisfied. Julie hurried to bring him a beer from the
fridge. "Um, Mark, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, cunt. About what?"

"Um, I want to, um, make a deal. I'll help you get all the
little girls you want...if you'll leave the twins alone."

Mark almost choked. "What?"

"I, um, I'll help you get all the little girls you want--"

"I heard you, slut. You'll help me if I leave the twins
alone."

Julie nodded. "Yeah. And I'll even help you rape them
and...get rid of them, if you want. Just please don't touch
the twins. Please!"

Mark grinned. He liked when little girls pleaded with him.
It turned him on--a lot. "You know, fucktoy, you might have
a deal there. I mean, what are the twins? I use 'em once
and that's it, right? All done, no more fun. Just like
you." He took a deep swallow of beer. "Probably would be a
lot easier for me, too, huh? I don't know, though."

"Please, Mark. Those two were only the start. Little girls
trust me. I know how the younger ones can be because of the
twins. If you'll just--"

"Alright, you got a deal", Mark told her. "But you better
keep up your end, got that? No whining or complaining. I
want total...full...cooperation."

"I promise", Julie stammered, nodding enthusiastically.

"You better, snatchlips", he snapped. "Or they get it. Now
get lost. I'm sick of looking at you."

Julie took off like a streak. Mark leaned back in the
chair, laughing so hard he couldn't drink his beer. A deal!
What a load of crap! Stupid Julie. She'd figure it out
pretty soon. That little whores like her didn't make deals
with men like him. There were no deals to be made. The
twins were just whores, and whores were meant to be used.
Plain and simple.

Boy, did Julie have a surprise coming!

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By Thunder

Shortly after Julie left, Shannon came downstairs to find
her brother in the kitchen, sipping at beer with a smile on
his face. "Julie go home?", Shannon asked.

"Yeah. But she'll be back soon."

Shannon went to get herself a soda. "So what about little
Miss Slut upstairs? What are you going to do with her?"

"I want you to go play with her", Mark said. Shannon
grinned, but Mark held up his hand. "Not like that. Like
little girls play. I want you to be friends with her."

What was he getting at? First, he'd stopped her from
watching his tapes. Now, he wanted her to go play with
Tiffany. It didn't make sense. "Why?"

Mark gave her a hard look. "You aren't any fun anymore,
Shannon. You're too...mean. Rapists don't like mean little
girls. They like sweet ones."

"So, what will they know? I can be sweet."

"It's not the same", Mark sighed. "Why do you think I don't
do you anymore? Because I know it's all an act. You just
aren't scared anymore. Not even of dying."

Shannon nodded. That was true. This...thing had consumed
all of her. It was full time, more than a fantasy. It had
become a way of life. She wasn't sure she liked that.

"You can't change that", she told him.

"Maybe I can. But I'll work on that later. I want you to
go up and make friends with Tiffany. When Julie get's back,
tie Tiffany up again. Then get down here. If you want to
be mean, you're going to have a few more chances. But after
that..." He trailed off and grinned. "Go on, get lost."

Shannon left, mystified by Mark's sudden change of behavior.
She knew he was right, but she didn't think she could
change. You can't undo the past.

She was nice to Tiffany, as nice as she could be. She
untied the girl and bathed her, then braided her hair up
again and dressed her, being friendly the whole time.
Tiffany just wanted to go home.

Eventually Shannon got her into a game of dolls, and that
calmed the little girl down. She heard Mark take Jolene's
body out of his room and down the stairs, and did her best
to keep Tiffany occupied while he was doing it.

It was amazing the way kids bounced back. One minute
Tiffany was sobbing over the loss of her virginity (or more
accurately, the hideous shock, fear and pain of the attack)
and the next, she was smiling and enjoying dolls. Watching
her, playing with her, Shannon felt a pang of longing for
her lost innocence. She wanted to be like Tiffany again,
but knew that could never be.

xxx
Mark drove up to the lake and weighted down Jolene's body
with rocks, then threw it in. There were a lot of bodies in
that lake. Pretty soon, Tiffany would probably be joining
them as well.

He was still considering other possible uses for the girl.
He wanted to keep her at least a few days, experiment with
her. Nothing sick or vicious, but rather, something like
he'd started out with on Shannon. He'd do nice things for
her after each rape--sort of reward her. That hadn't worked
with Shannon, but it might work with Tiffany. It was just
an experiment, though; he'd have to get rid of her
eventually.

On the way back home, he made a detour toward the "bad" part
of town, to a small, ramshackle house that looked like it
was ready to fall over. Nobody was there, but he'd made an
appointment to meet somebody last night. He pulled the car
onto the weed choked lawn and locked it, then quickly made
his way inside, ignored by the few homeless people and less
seedy types that frequented the streets and back alleys.

Inside stunk of feces and vomit and the coppery stench of
blood. It was in here that Mark had made his first snuff
film. It was still used for that, sometimes, but he hadn't
been here in a while.

"I'm here", he announced.

A tall, white haired man dressed in a business suit stepped
out of one of the empty rooms. There was a bulge under his
jacket that spoke of a very large gun. His calm blue eyes
assayed Mark, then he nodded. "Right on time", he said.

Mark let out a deep breath. The guy's name was Max--just
Max. Nobody seemed to know much about him. He never joined
them for rapes or helped kidnap kids. Mostly, he trafficked
in special drugs and devices and helped to get the snuff
films distributed. Nothing else.

Max actually scared Mark. The guy was an enigma--cool and
to the point, smart as a whip and quick as one, too. He
could pick out a lie in a minute and let you know about it.
He was always tense, always ready, and didn't like people
who beat around the bush. He reminded Mark of a time bomb.

"I'm here about that behavior stuff you told me about", Mark
stated. "What is it, a drug?"

Max leaned back against the wall, his face expressionless.
"It's a drug and more, Mark. It's actually an overlapping
three part process involving drugs, hypnosis and subliminal
messages carried on audio tape. The drug is the simplest
part. It inhibits certain...unnatural urges. In the
shortest terms, it makes one want to be submissive. By
itself, it's only use would be as a sort of sedative,
similar to sodium pentathol. But when combined with the
subliminal messages and the hypnosis, it can work wonders."

"So how much?"

Max sneered, then his face went blank again. "Money. Money
and sex. With little girls. Is that all you think of,
Mark?" He shook his head. "There's more to it than "how
much". I have to establish the program, detail it for each
victim personally. That takes time. When that's done,
we'll discuss cost." He sighed, folding his arms over his
chest. "Now, who do you want this for?"

"My sister", Mark told him. "I want her to get her
innocence back. But I don't want her to lose the urge to
get raped. I just don't want her to like it as much as she
does now."

"Innocence stolen is innocence lost, Mark", Max explained
softly. "But you can restore something of her personality.
You said she's becoming a real bitch, like someone else you
know."

"Yes", Mark agreed. "So can this do it?"

"I believe so. It'll take a few days, maybe a week. I'll
call you when it's ready. The cost will be minimal--let's
say ten thousand to start."

Mark nodded. He could get the money easily. His family was
loaded. They just didn't flaunt it. "Okay. You've got a
deal."

"I'm pleased, Mark, very pleased. Now I suggest you get
home to little Tiffany and the Roberts twins."

Mark started. "How did you know that?"

"I know many things, Mark." He grinned, a rictus grin not
unlike that of Death itself. "Many things." The grin faded
as quickly as it came, and he stepped out of the room,
leaving Mark feeling vaguely chilled.

xxx
Shannon heard the front door open and close. She heard
footsteps on the stairs, too light to be Mark's. So it had
to be Julie, and Mark wasn't home yet.

She turned to Tiffany. She'd been having fun, playing with
the girl, and suddenly felt guilty about both her earlier
thoughts and the knowledge that now she was supposed to tie
her up. The idea was still strongly appealing, but she just
didn't want to. She'd have to find some other way.

Julie came in without knocking. Tiffany looked up and
smiled. "Hi Julie", she said brightly, then turned back to
the dolls.

Shannon saw her friend watching them, mouth agape. Quickly
she got up and pushed Julie out, shutting the door. "Mark
went out and I untied her. She's really a good kid. I like
her."

"You like to see Mark rape her", Julie said bitterly.

Shannon shook her head. "No...well, yes, but...I don't
know. I guess I wish I was like her again."

"Me too", Julie sighed.

"And I don't want to tie her up. Maybe if I can keep her
quiet--"

"Have you seen the twins?", Julie asked. "They aren't at
the house and I'm worried...that Mark..."

"I haven't seen them", Shannon admitted. "And Mark didn't
say anything."

"He promised he wouldn't touch them...", Julie said
thoughtfully.

Shannon shrugged. She knew nothing, but had a pretty good
idea that Mark had taken them. Only he hadn't told her as
much. "I don't know."

The front door slammed a moment later Mark came up. He
grinned at them. "Julie! Back so soon?"

"I can't find the twins", she said apprehensively. "I don't
want Mom worrying and--"

"Don't worry. I saw them earlier, heading toward the
playground or something with a couple of other girls. And
no, I didn't take them."

Julie looked visibly relieved. "Now go downstairs and watch
TV or something. Both of you", Mark told them. Julie
started down, but Shannon stayed behind. As soon as Julie
was out of sight, she grabbed Mark's arm.

"Please Mark, don't tie Tiffany up again. She's been really
good. Please, I mean it. I'm not acting. I really like
her."

Mark shook his head. "She's got to be tied up. I can't
take chances. I'm not going to do her right off, if that's
what your worried about. Now go down and stay with Julie.
It's almost time for her punishment."

"Alright", Shannon agreed quietly.

xxx
The second Tiffany saw Mark, she let out a scream and ran
for a corner, curling up into a ball. Mark felt the urge to
rape the girl again but held back. He wanted to save it for
the twins. "Get up", he demanded. Tiffany didn't move.
"Get up or I'll really hurt you!"

Sobbing and shaking, the little girl got up. Mark grabbed
her wrist and slapped her ass. "That's for screaming", he
told her, then flung her face down onto the bed and tied her
hands with rope he kept handy. He gagged her and hauled her
to her feet, shaking her. "Now listen to me, Tiffany. I
won't hurt you. Not right away. But you'd better learn to
be good and do what I say or you'll never go home. You got
that?"

The little girl nodded. "Good. Now I want you to stay put
up here." He pushed her back onto the bed and tied her
ankles. "If you're a good girl and don't make a fuss, I'll
untie you later and let you play with Shannon. Okay?"

Tiffany nodded again, quieting a little. Mark gave her a
quick kiss on the cheek--part of his "reward" plan--and
left. Now, it was time to teach Julie a lesson.

xxx
Julie sat on the couch and watched the kitchen door
nervously. Mark and Shannon were in there, making a lot of
noise, and she couldn't go see--Mark had tied her wrists and
ankles, obviously planning to have her again. He'd gagged
her, too, but had left it hanging around her neck instead of
in her mouth.

After about ten minutes they returned, Shannon carrying a
large shopping bag. Mark put Julie's gag back in and
lowered her to the floor, where Julie expected he'd start.
But he didn't. Instead, Shannon knelt next to her, grinning
wickedly.

Mark went back into the kitchen. Shannon leaned closer.
"You've been bad, Julie. You lied and you tried to fool us.
Now we're going to punish you for it. Really punish you."
She reached into the bag and withdrew a carving knife, which
she laid down next to Julie. Julie began to whimper, he
heart pounding wildly in her chest. What were they going to
do to her?

"It's going to be a very painful punishment, Julie", Shannon
continued, withdrawing more items. A wooden spoon, a wine
bottle, a wire whisk, part of a broom handle, a browning
bulb, an eggbeater, and a thick, dark blue candle, along
with a carrot, a cucumber and a dry, knobby eggplant gourd,
and two mousetraps. "Very painful. Especially when I use
this!" She held up the knife. "You'll bleed like a pig!"

Julie screamed and turned her head away. "Oh, don't be such
a baby, Julie. I'm not going to put this in you...or will
I? You've been so bad, Julie."

"Hey, Julie, look!", Mark called.

Julie turned her eyes toward the kitchen. She felt her
heart drop. It couldn't be. But it was.

Mark stood there with the twins, grasping them both by the
neck. Brandi was squirming, but Brianna stood still, her
pretty young face so pale the freckles on her cheeks stood
out.

Mark shoved Brandi into a chair and started tying her
ankles. Julie heard Shannon giggle, and felt the flat, cold
steel blade of the carving knife slide up her thigh, under
the hem of the skin-tight, very short white shorts she wore.
Still giggling, Shannon cut them up the side, and the
panties as well, pushing them away. With her slit so
exposed, Julie tensed as Shannon lowered the tip of the
knife to the out folds, grinning.

"Should I, Julie? Should I shove it in and make you bleed?"
Julie shook her head furiously. "I guess your right",
Shannon giggled. "I'll use this instead!" She held up the
wire whisk, then plunged it against Julie's slit, twisting
and forcing it in, Julie writhing in untold agony the entire
time. At the same time she ripped Julie's blouse open and
started pinching her sensitive nipples.

"Hold on", Mark yelled. "Take out her gag. And don't
scream too loud, Julie, or your sisters will get it!" He
stepped over her, leading Brianna. For a moment, Julie
forgot anything but her sister. Shannon had removed her own
gag, and Mark was now removing Brianna's. The little girl
stood quietly, watching while Mark undid his pants...

xxx
"Please, Mark, no!", Julie screamed.

"Gag her, Shannon!", Mark shouted, turning his attention
back to Brianna. "Now open up, Brianna, and take it in your
mouth."

"I don't want to", Brianna sobbed.

"Well, I WANT you to!", Mark screamed, ramming his cock as
far into her mouth as he could. Brianna choked as it hit
the back of her throat and struggled to break away. "Don't
bite me or Julie's dead!", Mark warned, just as he felt the
girl's teeth closing down on his rod. He yanked it back
out, Brianna choking and sobbing and gasping for air.

"Now you do what I want, or next time I'll keep it in
there!", he snapped. "Now take it in your fucking mouth!"

Sobbing, Brianna leaned forward and took as much as she
could get into her mouth. "Now suck on it!", Mark demanded.
Nervously, the little girl's lips began to work on him.

Across the room, Julie screamed. Mark looked over and saw
that Shannon had buried a wire whisk into the girl's cunt,
so far that the handle was no long visible. She twisted it
and worked it around, laughing at Julie's pain. Then, with
a grin, she picked up a mousetrap and snapped it closed over
Julie's nipple, giggling hysterically.

Mark's attention returned to Brianna. Her tear filled eyes
were pleading, and just the sight of that, and the sight of
his cock plunged into her young mouth, made him cum.

Brianna gagged right away, but Mark was relentless. He
grabbed her head and told her to swallow. She kept choking.
She was turning blue by the time he let go. She stumbled
back, choking and sobbing and making faces. "Why are you
doing this?", she begged.

"Because of Julie", Mark said, "she WANTED us to. She likes
it!" He saw Brianna's eyes go to Julie--sad, pain filled
eyes. If Julie noticed, it was hard to say. She was in too
much pain herself, being worked at with that wire whisk,
which Shannon was only now trying to remove from her
cunt--with painful results.

Mark turned Brianna's gaze back to him and shoved her gag
back into her mouth. He pushed the little girl to the
floor, banging her head off the carpet, and yanked her
shorts down. She wore cute, plain white cotton panties.
Eagerly Mark tore them away and reared up, ready to ram into
her. This, he knew, was going to be the absolute best yet.

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By Thunder

Chapter 6

Looking down at Brianna's pussy, so plump and fresh and
lovely, Mark just wanted to ram in. He wanted to bury
himself in Brianna, to plunge into her warm, tight insides,
feel her cunt muscles just wrap around his cunt and
squeeze...

He wanted to, but not just yet. He wanted to savor Brianna.
Most of all, he wanted to really hurt the girl. To show
Julie just what he was capable of, by hurting her favorite
sister. Sweet Brianna.

He jumped up, hauling Brianna with him. Julie was watching
now. Shannon had gotten the whisk out and was probing her
with the wine bottle, even though Julie hardly seemed to
notice.

Mark bent Brianna over at the waist and slowly removed his
belt from his pants. "Watch this, Julie. Watch and learn!
You're little sister's going to pay for your fucking with
me!"

Mark folded the belt over and raised it. Julie shook her
head furiously. Brianna sobbed. Shannon giggled. Mark
brought the belt down.

WHACK!

The sound cut through the room like a gunshot, quickly
followed by Brianna's scream of pain. Her little asscheeks
quivered where Mark had licked them with the belt. The
sight of it, the sound of it, excited him. He struck her
again. This time she screamed and nearly fell. Mark caught
her by the hair, making her scream some more. He hauled her
erect and turned to to face him, raising the belt again.
Julie was screaming. Brianna shook her head. He glanced at
Brandi--she was looking at him in horror. Even Shannon had
stopped her probing of Julie and was looking on, and this
time, she wasn't smiling. She actually looked a little
scared herself.

Mark brought the belt down, hard, right across her slit.

The crack was not as loud this time, but the effect as
clearly evident. Brianna doubled over and collapsed,
screaming in agony.

Mark threw the belt aside and lifted the girl, shoving her
face into the cushions of the couch. He looked at Julie,
who had by now, collapsed into sobs. Shannon was no longer
attacking her. Her attention was fixed on the belt, lying a
few feet away. She just sat there, staring at it.

Mark turned his attention back to Brianna. "Ass first,
slut!", he shouted, spreading her tiny asshole as far as he
could get it, plunging his hard cock in as fast as she
could. It went about an inch and got stuck; Brianna was too
tensed and too small to accept him without force. He pulled
out and tried again, but it was no good. Brianna was just
too small and too tight. He could have just rammed her,
risked rupturing her asshole, causing the ultimate pain. But
the risk of being found out was too great.

Instead, he got to his feet, ordering them all to stay put,
and hurried upstairs to his room. After a frantic search,
he found what he was looking for. K-Y jelly.

Racing down the stairs, he lathered it all over his dick,
slicking up. None of the girls had moved. Esepecially not
Brianna.

He knelt behind the girl, reaching one hand around her
slender hip, and shoved a finger as far into Brianna's
virgin pussy as it would go. The little girl let out a
squeal of pain at the intrusion, then another as his cock
slid into her tight asshole, just barely making it.

Mark began to pump. Short, quick jerks meant to bring her
pain and him pleasure. He felt her maidenhead stretching
against his fingertips, her little cunt growing wet in
response to the rubbing, her little asshole puckering around
his cock, trying to force him out. Brianna was shuddering,
sobbing, her little wrists twisting against the bonds that
held them.

"Yeah, that's it, you love this", Mark breathed, his own
orgasm building as his cock slid in and out of her bowels.
He didn't know if Brianna would come or not. He didn't
care, either. He was the one having fun. The only one who
should be.

Mark picked up the pace a little, making his strokes longer,
harder, faster, until he was pumping his load again, deep
into her bowels, driving his fingers harder, deeper into her
cunt, stretching her maidenhead almost to the breaking
point. Brianna was screaming and sobbing in agony, and the
sound of it drove him off. He yanked his cock out of her,
making thick, squishy sounds as his jelly slicked member
slid out of her, then pushing her down to the floor and onto
her back. This time, there would be no stopping.

"Look at me, bitch! I want to see you feel this!", he
snarled, staring deep into the girl's eyes as she pushed his
cock against the outer folds of her lips, and with an animal
cry, shoved the rest of the way!

Like a juggernaut he rammed in, unstoppable, a force beyond
comprehension to the little girl as he tore her already
weakened maidenhead, plunging his slick cock in one thrust
nearly all the way into her. Brianna's stomach flexed from
the abrupt pain; she sucked in a breath, and then came the
scream, only barely muffled by the gag in her mouth. Mark
pumped the child like an animal, like a thing possessed,
long, hard strokes that drove Brianna across the carpet. She
screamed with each thrust, her tender bottom already
stinging from the crack of the belt, now burning from its
brush with the carpet, her still stinging pussy now filled
with his huge cock, slamming her like a piledriver. Mark
began to shudder as a third incredible orgasm took him, his
thrusts slowing until they stopped, his cock buried to the
hilt in Brianna. As if sensing something horrible the
little girl screamed. Her screams were like music, and Mark
came.

Very slowly he pulled out, his cock slick with Brianna's
virgin blood and the K-Y jelly that had made his deep
penetration so possible. For the moment, for Brianna at
least, it was over. Mark stood, standing over her like a
hunter with a trophy kill, then stepped away and headed for
the kitchen. "I need a beer", he said aloud. "And then...a
little Brandi chaser!"

xxx
Shannon leaned back, watching her brother for a moment, then
looked back at Julie. The nipple with the mousetrap on it
was badly swollen and bruising. Quickly Shannon removed it
and tossed it aside, no longer wanting nor willing to hurt
Julie anymore. Julie's attention, in turn, was on Brianna,
who lay quietly crying on the floor, almost rooted to the
spot.

"No more", Shannon muttered, reaching for Mark's belt. She
snatched it up and shoved it under a nearby chair, hoping he
wouldn't look for it. Seeing Brianna whipped had not
excited her, as she thought it might. Instead, it horrified
her.

Mark came back five minutes later and pulled Brianna to her
feet, shoving her into a nearby chair, then dragging Brandi
over. He dropped her unceremoniously to the floor and
yanked her shorts and panties off, making it all to clear
what he planned.

"Pussy first, babe", he laughed, pressing the mouth of the
beer bottle to the outer folds of Brandi's cunt, grinning
the whole time.

Brandi glared at Mark defiantly, tears streaming down her
face. Mark pushed the bottle in a bit. The little girl
stiffened but nothing else.

"Oh, tough, are you?", Mark asked, an icy edge to his voice.
He pushed the bottle in further and kept pushing. Brandi
bit down on her gag and squeezed her eyes shut, but refused
to cry out, even when the bottle suddenly plunged in, having
broken her hymen. Mark laughed and yanked the bottle out,
replacing it with his cock.

Shannon was transfixed by this, excited and amazed. How
could Brandi stand this?

Mark was not gentle. He plunged into the girl, each thrust
of his stiff cock burying deeper and deeper into Brandi
until he was all the way in. Though Brandi shook and cried
and struggled, she refused to scream, and that only egged
Mark on. He slammed her harder, attempting to force a
scream out of her.

Brandi refused to give. Mark slapped her across the face.
She whimpered a little but still wouldn't give in. He
pounded her even harder, driving her across the carpet.
Suddenly his body began to shiver. "Sh-shit! I'm coming!
Scream you little whore! Scream or Brianna's going to get
again, and worse this time!"

Brandi screamed. And screamed and screamed. Even with the
gag in her mouth, the scream was piercing. It ended in a
strangle sob as Mark stopped shuddering, having dumped
his entire load into her. "Yeah, that's it. You know who's
boss now!", he snapped.

Shannon found herself wet and shaking with excitement. This
was incredible! It was something she'd have to try
herself--holding back as long as she could. If Brandi could
do it, she could!

Mark pulled his blood slicked cock out of the girl and
pulled her up. Brandi stayed limp, incredibly still
resisting. Mark flung her onto the couch, face down, and
shoved his blood covered cock deep into her ass.

"Fucking slut! You better learn to scream or it'll get a
lot worse! Don't piss me off, fucking whore!"

Brandi shook and sobbed but didn't scream. On the floor
Julie was struggling to reach her sister, pulling against
the bonds on her hands. Her face was pure white with fear
and pain, more for her sister than herself. Brianna,
sitting in the chair, had shut her eyes tight and was
sobbing herself. Shannon, watching all of it with great
interest, shoved her hand down into her shorts and began to
eagerly finger herself.

Mark pulled out of Brandi and threw her to the floor with a
grunt. The little girl glared at him, pure hatred in her
eyes--but also more than a hint of fear. Shannon didn't
think Brandi could take much more.

Mark picked up the beer bottle again and shoved it into the
girl's cunt, working it in and out with long, rough strokes,
while reaching up under her t-shirt and squeezing hard at
her nipples. Brandi squealed in pain and tried to kick at
Mark. He easily dodged her foot and grabbed her by the
throat. "Do that again and you're dead!", he warned.
Brandi didn't try to kick him again.

Once more Mark pulled the beer bottle out and replaced it
with his cock. He was clearly pissed now, driving in and
out of the girl with such powerful strokes that she screamed
each time. Shannon watched him wrap his hands around
Brandi's throat and knew what he was going to do next.

Julie started screaming. Shannon was nearly to orgasm, so
caught up in the lustful passion that she didn't care what
was happening. Brianna still had her eyes closed and saw
nothing.

Mark began to shudder. His hands tightened around Brandi's
throat and began to squeeze, tighter and tighter. Brandi
began to wheeze, her little legs kicking feebly as the air
was squeezed out of her. Then she suddenly went limp. With
one last thrust, Mark came and let go of her.

Julie was sobbing now. Mark slid out of her sister and gave
the girl a nudge with his foot. "Oops", he laughed, "she's
dead."

Julie fainted.

xxx
A few minutes later, Brandi moaned and came around. Mark
wasn't stupid; he didn't want a dead body on his hands.
He'd choked her just long enough for her to pass out. It
was a learned technique.

Mark stepped over and slapped Julie awake. "Come on,
bitch, she's still alive." He untied the ten year old and
helped her up. "Take them upstairs and get them cleaned up.
And you better tell them what's going to happen if they
tell. Got that?"

Julie nodded, hurriedly yanking her shorts up and scrambling
to untie her sisters. Across the room Shannon lay
half-dazed on the floor, fingers shoved into her cunt,
overcome by her orgasm.

"Shannon", Mark snapped. "Help Julie."

Shannon got slowly to her feet and helped Julie with the
twins. Mark waited until they'd marched upstairs, then sat
down on flipped on the TV.

What a wonderful afternoon, he decided. Now if he could
just find his belt...

xxx
By sheer luck Julie was able to get the twins home and into
bed. Her mom had come home early and wasn't feeling
well--the flu, she said. Julie lied and said the twins were
also not feeling well, but she'd take care of it.

She put the girls to bed and swore them to silence--not that
they needed much urging. They didn't like what was
happening but didn't want to see their mother die, either.
Julie stayed with them until they fell asleep, then went
back over to see Shannon. For the first time in weeks,
she'd seen a glimmer of hope that she might have a chance to
get through to her friend.

xxx
Shannon couldn't stop staring at Mark's belt. She couldn't
stop shaking, couldn't get the sound of that belt lashing
across Brianna's small body out of her mind. All of it
horrified her.

She was becoming like Mark. Slowly, but surely, she was
changing. No longer content to be used, but to be the user.
Because of her, Julie was now part of this. And Brandi and
Brianna and little Tiffany. And Jolene--Jolene was dead.
Shannon had never wanted that--and yet she did. She'd wanted
them to join her, to see how much fun she was having. She'd
wanted it so bad, she'd been willing to hurt them to get it.

Angrily she flung the belt away, tears filling her eyes.
Never again. From now on, she would not hurt another girl.
Not directly, anyway. She would still help Mark get them.
But she wouldn't go any further. Not anymore.

The door to her room opened and Julie stepped in, alone.
She'd taken the twins home earlier. Julie didn't look too
bad, despite the wire whisk treatment.

"Oh, Julie!", Shannon cried, and threw her arms around her
friend, sobbing. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I
don't want to hurt you anymore! Or anyone else!"

"It's okay", Julie said softly, patting her back. "It's not
you, Shannon. It's Mark."

Shannon pulled away, shaking her head. "No, it's me. I
wanted you to be like me. I still do. And I can't help
it."

"Yes you can", Julie told her.

"No I can't", Shannon sniffed. "I can't, Julie. I like it
too much. Being raped, being used. I want you to share in
that. You and the twins and Tiffany and every little girl
there is."

"How can you like this, Shannon? How?"

"Because I do", Shannon said, wiping at her eyes. "I just
do."

"Why?" Julie asked. "Why do you like it so much?"

Shannon thought about it a moment. "Do you know what I hate?
Having to be <good> all the time, having to be a perfect
little girl. When I'm being raped, I don't have to be good,
because I can't. I have no choice in the matter. I'm being
forced, taken, against my will, made to do things good
little girls aren't supposed to do. I like being bad...and I
hate it that I like it so much, but I just can't control
myself!"

Shannon lowered her head a moment, shuddering. "Besides, I
keep thinking about this time, a long time ago. I was about
six, I think." She raised her head, a faraway look in her
eyes. "I didn't really remember it until after Mark raped
me. Then it came back in a dream." She licked her lips.
For a moment, she almost looked like the Shannon Julie used
to know. "I was coming home from a Brownie meeting..."

xxx
Shannon had Brownies every Wednesday afternoon, and the
meetings were usually held just down the street at her
friend Amy Parker's house. She left the meeting in high
spirits, having just earned one of her several badges.

She hurried in the front door and called out to her mother,
eager to tell her, but there was no answer. Something
crashed in the kitchen, followed by a muffled scream.
Half-curious and half-afraid, Shannon went to look. What
she saw shocked her.

Her mother was flat on her back on the kitchen table, her
arms and legs spread and tied to the legs of the table
itself. A dish towel had been tied over her mouth, muffling
her screams. She was shaking her head and crying.

Shannon gasped when she realized who'd done this--her own
brother. Mark stood off to one side, dressed only in jeans,
one hand violently squeezing her mother's breast through her
white silk blouse. He looked up when Shannon gasped, and
grinned.

The grin was cold, mean, and looked nothing like her
brother's usual, friendly smile; in fact, it was positively
sinister. "Sit down, Shannon", he ordered. Shannon,
horrified by this spectacle, sat down in the nearest chair.
Mark came around with a dish towel and a length of rope. The
rope he used to bind her into the chair, the dish towel he
stuffed in her mouth.

Then Mark turned back to his mother, his face twisted into a
mask of rage. "Fuckin' cunt whore!", he screamed, slapping
her hard across the face, then backhanding her again for
good measure, this time causing a little blood to trickle
from her mouth. Her head lolled to one side, the look on
her face dazed.

Mark was not done. "Damn cunt!", he screamed again, this
time tearing at her blouse, rending it to shreds with just
his fingers, then grabbing a carving knife and slicing her
bra away, letting her small, round breasts fall free. Still
not satisfied, he tore her skirt and panties away next, and
climbed up, pushing his pants down.

Shannon started crying, as her mother was now doing. Mark
had his thing out--Shannon had never seen one and didn't
know what to call it--and he was shoving it into her mother,
making her scream. He literally pounded her, shoving in and
out, in and out, clearly hurting her, all the while calling
her names and screaming at her at the top of his lungs. He
slapped her again and again, loud, hard slaps that sounded
like gunshots in the kitchen.

"How do you like it, bitch? You fuckin' raped me! My own
fuckin' mother! You fuckin' raped me you fucking whore!",
Mark screamed, bouncing up and down on his mother, slamming
his fist again and again into her breasts and stomach,
making her jump and cry out with pain.

"Aw fuck!", he shouted, pressing so hard into her mother
than Shannon actually winced, it looked so painful. Then he
withdrew, his thing dripped something white, all slimy and
wet looking. He climbed off the table and walked around to
his mother's face, yanking out the gag.

"Please Mark, no more", she begged, the words slurred by her
swollen mouth.

"Fuck you, cunt!", Mark screamed, shoving his thing into his
mother's mouth. "Suck me, bitch! Suck me for all you're
fucking worth!"

He grabbed her head and began yanking it back and forth,
bouncing her nose off his body, then suddenly yanking her
face up against his abdomen, screaming, "Aw fuck, yes!" over
and over again, then withdrawing. Once more he got up
between her legs and started slamming in and out of her,
until finally she was limp and totally unresisting. Shannon
let out a panicked scream, thinking her mother was dead, and
fainted away.

xxx
"I know he did it a lot more after that", Shannon told
Julie. "I just didn't remember it until now. I guess I
blocked it out or something."

Julie only nodded. "Maybe that's why you're like you are
now."

"Maybe" Shannon agreed. "But I know I never want to be like
I was today. Ever...again."

"I wish it could never have happened", Julie sighed. "Any
of it."

"But it did", Shannon sighed. "And now, we just have to
learn to enjoy it..."

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