Simone Part 13 – Mother’s ruin

Eventually I would tak Lena’s virgin cunt. She would give it to me freely, I knew that, but now, it was her beautiful face and mouth that I turned to.

Lena did not taste of apple pie, she tasted of toffee-caramel, but she was slithering and writhing just as the black apple-pie girl had done at the party. My thoughts returned to Lena, who had raised her left knee slightly, and as I kissed her, I could sense she was fingering and stroking her cunt even more enthusiastically than before. With deep breaths, she pushed her lips against my lips and her back arched. I pulled my face from hers and moved down her body to find her right nipple with my mouth and tongue. She shuddered as I sucked the long extended nipple into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. I bit down and tugged at it gently with my teeth, before releasing it and moving across to the left one. I flicked with my tongue, sucked, bit gently and teased both nipples, switching from one to the other every minute or so for quite some time, massaging and kneading gently with my hands. Lena’s excitement grew from minute to minute, and her left hand still at her crotch was speeding up with each moment. She was not far from orgasm.

I stopped sucking on her tits and looking up at her face for a second, I could see she was biting down on her lower lip. I encouraged her. “That’s it baby. Finger that clit. Let yourself go. Take this moment, it’s for you sweetheart. Just don’t go too deep and break what is mine.”

That seemed to tip her over the edge, and as Lena brought herself to climax, I moved back to her face, and started kissing her again. She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth and grasped the back of my head with her free hand. Her right hand made a few more slight movements and then letting out a deep groan into my mouth, she arched her back even more, and came whilst clamping my mouth firmly to hers. The groan then turned into a high-pitched panting and then again a deep groan. She was multiple orgasming and alternating between fingering her clit and simply holding her pussy. Her mouth never once left mine. I was breathing her in as she breathed out, and she breathed me in as I breathed out.

Finally, her spasms subsided and she went from tense to relaxed, flopping back onto the bed. I kissed her face and wiped a tear from her left cheek with my thumb. Then, as she lay there recovering from her orgasms, catching her breath, I began stroking her hair and face, soothing her and letting her know she was fine. As my right hand stroked gently across her beautiful face I took her right hand in my left hand and moved her cunt-juice covered fingers to my mouth and began to clean them. I savoured the sticky love scent of toffee-caramel, knowing I was soon to get even more of that glorious juice in my mouth and all over my face.

“Good girl.” I finally whispered. “Catch your breath.” Then she began to sob. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her, as I continued to wipe tears from her face.

“Thank you,” She sobbed. “I have been treated so shitty by so many people all my life. I don’t need to tell you that I was sexually abused by my own father, who face-fucked me and was going to take my virginity. You witnessed it for yourself. You saw what a cunt he was.” As she spoke, she became even more angry and upset, and continued to sob. The way she spat out the word cunt in relation to her father was bitter and angry and seemed pointed at me.

“Hey, take it easy.” I said, trying to soothe her. “It’s over now, that cunt will never touch you again, I swear.” I added, and she smiled at me through her tears, those emerald green eyes piercing my heart and my soul.

“I know, thank you.” She continued. “It’s not just that. When I was just little, my half-brother used to touch me up and make obscene remarks all the time. One day, when my parents were out, he came to my room naked. I was just seven. He was sixteen. He stood there, his cock was hard and he said I was to blame for that. He said it would make him poorly and that I needed to take care of it or he would tell our mother what I had done to him. I actually believed I had done something wrong. So when he told me to touch it, to take hold of it in order to make it better I did.” Tears now streamed down Lena’s beautiful face, and as I wiped them away, I took her hand and squeezed it, as she continued with her story.

“Fuck, I was just seven, and he forced me to kiss and stroke his cock until he came all over my face. Then he slapped me for making a mess. Over the next weeks, he repeated this evil process several times. My parents would leave and he would come find me and make me wank him. He even made me taste his spunk once, making me suck a blob off the end of his finger. It was vile. He was building up to something bigger, though as a child I didn’t realise it at the time. Then one day while my father was away on business, my mother told us she had to go out for a few minutes, and told my half-brother to take care of me. He actually grinned at her as he said ‘hey no worries mom, I will take very good care of her.’ Later I found out what he had meant.”

“Go on.” I said, and Lena let out a sob, squeezed my hand and continued.

“My mother had only been gone a few minutes when he showed up at my room naked. This had become routine for me by now, so I took hold of his cock and started wanking him. He had other plans. He pushed me to my knees and told me I had to suck him. I was a child. I didn’t even know what that meant. I was confused and scared and probably would have actually done it, too, but then he said I had to make him cum in my mouth and swallow it. I knew what it meant when he came, and I knew what it tasted like. I did not want that vile shit in my mouth. It was then that I panicked. I jumped up from the floor and bolted out the door. He chased me of course, but I was faster and managed to get onto the street. He was naked so could not follow me.”

“What happened?” I urged her on.

“I ran and ran and ran until my heart was bursting and I could run no more. I thought I had run miles, but I was a tiny little girl and it was in reality just a few hundred meters. I was crying, running down the middle of the street not the footpath, so people were staring at me and a car behind me beeped its horn making me jump. I got off the road and sat down on the curb to catch my breath and cry. It was then that my mother pulled up in her car. She didn’t even ask what I was doing outside, she simply said ‘get in.’ and I did. Only then did she ask me what I was doing on the streets and what was going on. She made it very clear that I was in a lot of trouble, and so I blurted it all out. I told her everything. I told her every single detail and she listened without interrupting me. When I had finished she simply told me that I must never ever repeat what I had just told her to anyone, especially not my father or I would be in whole bunch of trouble.”

“Want that beer now, sweetheart?” I interrupted as Lena wiped her nose and face with a tissue she had taken from a box on the bedside table. “Yes please.” She whispered and I stood to go get us both a cold beer from the kitchen. I also went into the back room and grabbed my notebook. When I returned and handed her the beer bottle, she looked a little better. She had wiped the snot and tears from her face and despite being a little puffy from crying, her beauty shone through. I put my notebook onto the bed beside me and took her hand. “Carry on.” I said, “I want to hear the whole story, Lena. You need to tell me everything and don’t leave anything out.” She took a quick gulp of her cold beer and then she continued.

“When we got home my mother shouted up to my brother that he was to stay in his room until she called him. ‘Do not come down here until I call you’ she insisted and then turned to me. It was then that I knew my mother hated me. She looked at me as if I was the devil. There was a look of pure loathing in her face and all her anger turned to me. A tiny seven-year-old girl who knew nothing of the world or the evil in it. I don’t know why she hates me so much, but she does and I saw it that day even before she hit me hard across the face. Maybe it’s because I am the offspring of my father. To this day, she yearns for her ex-lover, the love of her life who died in a motorbike accident years ago. The father of my half-brother and sister. They were never married and his death left her penniless and vulnerable, the perfect victim for my father. My father is a means to an end for her, but she despises him and hates herself for marrying his money. I would listen to her telling my half-siblings stories about their father. About how handsome he was, what a great man he was, how proud he would have been of his two beautiful children. She would say terrible things about my father to them and just go on and on about her dead lover.”

“So you said your mother hit you.” I interrupted. I was not interested in some dead fucker on a motorbike.

“I didn’t see it coming.” Lena sobbed. “She slapped me right in the face sending me to the ground. I was dazed and started to cry. She pulled me up by the hair and swung me around to face her, and as she held my hair, she repeatedly slapped my face. When she finally stopped, both my cheeks were burning and I was crying my eyes out. My mother looked at me and told me to take off my dress. She took a step towards me and started pulling impatiently at my clothes. She was my mother, so I obeyed. I unbuttoned my dress and she ripped it from my shoulders, leaving me in my white vest and panties.”

Another sob rocked Lena’s chest, and I squeezed her hand gently. That vulnerable litte girl from ten years ago was fighting to get out. I encouraged her. “It’s ok, sweetheart. I know it hurts. I know it’s hard, but once you tell me I swear you will feel better. Just get it all out baby.”

“She stripped me completely naked. She lapped my, twisted me round and spanked my bottom, telling me I was a wicked, wicked child. ‘You are the foul offspring of your disgusting perverted father’ she hissed at me. She then asked me if my ‘brother’ had put anything inside me. I didn’t even know what the fuck she meant, but she made it very clear by pushing me backwards into an armchair and yanking my legs apart. She spread my pussy and started to examine me, asking all the while if my ‘brother’ had put anything in there. I told her no, which was the truth but she continued her examination anyway until she was satisfied that my hymen was still intact. She kept saying ‘You must never let him put anything in that hole. Do you understand?’ and all I could do was say yes and nod. She then made me tell her again in detail what my half-brother had done to me and made me do to him, before finally calling up for him to come down stairs.”

“Did she let you get dressed first?” I asked, and Lena dropped her chin and shook her head.

“She told me to stand up and told me I was a whore. I didn’t even know what that word meant back then. Then my half-brother came into the room and my mother, his mother, told him to get undressed, which he did. He was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so it didn’t take long. He was hard and my mother took his cock in her hand and asked him who had done that to him. This was such fucked up shit and my tiny little-girl brain was not dealing with it at all. The fucker just pointed at me and said ‘she did it mummy. It was Lena that made me hard.’ My little mind was trying to figure out what I had done wrong. I knew it was my fault, but what I had done to make my half-brother hard?”

“Lena, that is stupid.” I interrupted again. “It was not you or your fault in any way and you know that fine well sweetheart. You were seven for fuck’s sake. Just a little girl playing in her room. He came to you remember. He was already naked. Your brother, sorry, half-brother is a perverted twat who molested his own little half-sister and was having a sexual relationship with his own mother.”

“I know that now.” Lena continued. “Back then, I was a child and my mother told me it was my fault. She said I was wicked and I believed her. Why wouldn’t I?” She sobbed again and I place my free hand on her thigh to soothe her. “Carry on.” I whispered.

“My mother was gently wanking him off right in front of me. Slowly from balls to tip. She was cupping his balls in her other hand and was saying stuff like ‘never mind, baby. Mummy will take care of it for you. Just relax; it will all be fine in a minute.’ As she stoked my half-brother’s cock, she turned to look daggers at me. ‘Do you see what I have to do now you filthy maggot?’ I don’t know why, but that word ‘maggot’ hurt me more than any of the other names she called me, perhaps because I knew what that word meant. I started to cry even harder and say I was sorry. She said if I was sorry then there was a way for me to help her with my ‘brother’ and simply said, ‘go over to the table young lady, bend over it with your back to us and spread your legs wide apart.’ I did exactly as she said, laying my chest onto the wooden table, which was the same height as my waist. ‘Now reach back and spread your bottom.’ My mother commanded, and sobbing I did as she said.

As Lena said this, my mind exploded. She was still a virgin, right. She had told me that. So what the fuck was going on here? Did her mother let her half-brother actually fuck her own daughter at seven? Lena carried on the story, and I listened. “Tell me what happened, Lena. What did they do to you?” I demanded.

“My mother was stoking my half-brothers cock and I did as I was told. I bent over the edge of the table and spread my legs. She told him he could look at me and even touch me, but she forbid him from touching my pussy, but let him spread my ass-cheeks even further to look. He fingered my butthole, and though my mother warned him not to go too deep and to be gentle, she let him do it. He explored my tiny tight ass with the tip of his finger and asked my mother if he could put his tongue in it. ‘No!’ she replied to my relief. Once he grew bored with my asshole, he took out his finger and stuck it in my mouth. He made me suck his finger clean, telling me I was eating my own ass. His hands were everywhere, on my ass, on my non-existent tits, my hips, literally all over me. My mother kept saying ‘see what you do to the poor boy, you whore? You dirty little whore Lena, you get your brother in this state and it’s your mother who then has to take care of it for the poor boy. You are prick-teasing whore, Lena, and I should let him fuck your little-girl pussy. Or how about I make you suck his cock as punishment for getting him hard?’”

“Did she?” I asked, thinking Lena might have lied to me about only having ever sucked her father’s cock. “Did she make you suck his cock?”

“No.” Lena continued. “She slipped off her house shoe and gave it to him saying that he should punish me. She let him slipper my ass red raw to punish me for giving him a hard-on. As he took the slipper to me, my mother got down on her knees and sucked him off. I remember glancing back and seeing the back of her head covering his crotch. I didn’t understand at the time what she was doing, how could I? Later, when I was older, I knew what she had been doing. I knew that she was sucking her own son’s cock. I remember him grunting as he came in her mouth. He had stopped hitting me by then, but held me face down over the table, and grasped my ass as he came in my mother’s mouth.”

Lena paused and took another deep swig of her beer before continuing her tale. “I presume she swallowed his cum because I didn’t see any. At least I don’t think I did. I was just a child and this was way too much for me to understand or take in at the time. It was years before I got my head round it all. Anyway, my mother told us both to get dressed and sat us down at the table for a talk. She made it clear that it was forbidden for my half-brother and me to ever be naked together again. She told me I was never to make him hard or touch my brother or any other man or boy again. She then turned to my half-brother and said he should always come to her ‘when it hurt’ and she would take care of him. She did make it very clear that he was never to touch me again though, for which I was thankful. For years I would lay awake at night when my father was supposedly away on business and listen to my brother’s grunts and groans before hearing my mother slip back into her own room.”

“Jesus fuck,” I exclaimed. “Do you think they are still at it today?” I asked, but Lena shook her head.
“I doubt it.” She said. “He is married and a child. He almost never visits our parents, and I never do, either.”
“Does he have a boy or a girl?” I asked in a concerned voice, and Lena knew my worries. “Yes, poor thing.” She said, looking at me. “She is just four if my counting is right, but I worry for her. For later.”
“What about your half-sister?” I continued, “Where was she when this was going on?”
“She was at University. She only ever came home for the holidays.”
“And how was your relationship with her?” I asked. “Didn’t you try talking to her? Try to get her help?” Lena’s eyes flooded with tears again, and she looked heartbroken.

“She hates me, too.” She finally said. “When I was smaller she tormented me. She would pinch and nip me to make me cry and break my toys or hide them or even throw them away. Just awkward half-sister stuff, but it got worse when we were older.

“What happened?” I asked.

“When I was fifteen, I met this cool guy called Peter during the summer holidays. He was older, sixteen going on seventeen and I adored him. We would ride around on his Vespa, eat ice cream and just hang out. He was clearly looking for more from me than he should have been at my age, and a couple of times I even helped him out with my hand. By that time I knew that my half-brother and my mother had filled my head with crap. I knew that guys like you wanking them because it feels good and makes them come, not because they are sick or in pain. So it was different playing with my boyfriend’s cock and balls; I liked it, but I couldn’t bring myself to suck him off, though he continually begged me to do it. I just couldn’t get my slimy half-brother out of my mind.” Lena took another swig of beer, and stood the bottle down on the nearby table.

“One day we were hanging out in my room, laying on the bed listening to music. Just being silly and being in love. Then Peter, my boyfriend, had gotten horny and was touching me up. You know, feeling my breasts and stroking my legs, trying to get under my skirt, with me pushing his hand away, but laughing. I was actually feeling quite hot myself and I started rubbing Peter’s cock through his trousers. After a while, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and I took hold of it. He begged again for me to suck it, telling me his balls were bursting and that he loved me. He told me it hurt and if I sucked him off it would get better. I refused. It reminded me of my fucking half-brother saying the same thing to me. I said I would ‘one day’ but just not yet. I loved him but I was confused.”

“Poor guy.” I said. “He didn’t know what he was missing.” Lena smarted at that comment and looked a little hurt, but she continued.

“I undid Peter’s trousers completely so I could cup his balls, and I started to wank him. He lay back with his eyes closed and I slid my hand up and down his cock. His moans made me feel good and I did like the power I felt at giving him so much pleasure. I was as wet as fuck and feeling horny, and so in a split second I decided I would at least try to suck him off. I genuinely loved that boy and wanted to please him. I leaned over and he felt my warm breath on his cock. ‘Oh god baby, please do it. Yes, please do it. Put me in your mouth.’ He begged and I touched the very tip of his cock with just the tip of my tongue.”

Now I was confused. Lena had lied to me. She had in fact sucked off this Peter guy. At least I thought that was what she was about to tell me, but I was wrong.

“Right then my half-sister burst into the room and asked what the fuck was going on. She said she was going to tell mum and dad when they got home, unless Peter got off my bed right away. Peter was already stuffing his cock back into his pants as he jumped up saying he was sorry and that he was leaving. The bitch had been listening the whole time; eavesdropping at my door and had heard everything. Now she blocked the door to prevent my boyfriend from leaving. She looked at him as cocky as fuck and said ‘not so fast buster. Shouldn’t we deal with your little problem first?’ Then she actually put her hand on his crotch and squeezed his cock through his trousers, and started stoking him. I fully expected Peter to knock her hand away and tell her get out of the way, but he didn’t. He stood there and let my sister rub him off through his trousers. He had his back to me so I couldn’t see everything, but I heard his zipper and then his groan as my fucking bitch half-sister reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. ‘I’m pretty sure I can take care of this for you big fella.’ She said, but was looking at me and smiling. All I could do was nay, ‘No! Peter you wouldn’t do that to me.’ But he would and he did. My sister took his hand and led him from the room. All I could cry was ‘Peter, no, please.’ but he actually went with her, heading next door into her room, just throwing me a sad look and saying ‘sorry babe.’ I was devastated.”

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed staring at Lena. This was some fucked-up family.

“Yes,” Lena carried on. “My half-sister stole the love of my life and then dumped him the very second he had fucked her and cum in her mouth, just so I would not take him back. I heard it. I heard Peter groaning as he came. They were right next door. I should have left the house but instead, I lay on my bed crying and listened to Peter groaning and my half-sister laughing as they fucked and sucked next door. She made a big thing of making loud gagging noises so I would know when Peter’s cock was in her mouth. She wanted me to hear that she was giving my boyfriend what he wanted and what I had refused to give him. She was doing what she had always done; she was tormenting me. The worst part was that she goaded me afterwards about how I was lucky because Peter’s cock was so small and his cum was salty. But I got my revenge on the bitch.”

“What do you mean?” I enquired, intrigued by the sly smile that now crossed Lena’s beautiful face.

“Later that day, I told my father what the cow had done. Literally everything. The gagging noises, the humping noises. I told him how my half-sister had moaned and let Peter shoot in her mouth. I left out the bit about me wanking Peter, and said we were just kissing, but juiced up the rest as much as I could.”

“What did he say?” I asked, remembering that just one year after these events, he would start to abuse Lena. His own daughter.

“He didn’t really say much of anything.” Lena said. “He loved it of course the dirty bastard. He was flushed and I could see he had a fucking hard on listening to the story of how his oldest daughter had fucked a schoolboy. He asked me if I was genuinely still a virgin and he asked if I had ever seen a real penis. Of course I had seen a penis. I had seen my half-brother’s and I had seen Peter’s, but I didn’t tell him that. I said no. He asked if I would like to see one, and again I said no. He was getting off on the story I was telling him the dirty bastard. Thinking back I wonder what would have happened if I had said yes to either of those questions. You know because at the time I actually did think about telling him about his fucking son and my mother abusing me. Maybe I could fuck them both over, too, and get my revenge. Something stopped me, a tiny warning in my head and I thought better of it. He was being creepy towards me and I should have guessed this would have consequences for me down the line, but I was just fifteen and knew little of the world. Right then I only wanted to hurt that fucking bitch for stealing my boyfriend; and so I told my father the full story including stuff I made up about my half-sister crying out extremely dirty things to Peter. I kind of knew what I was doing to him. I wasn’t blind and could see the bulge in his trousers, that he even rubbed from time to time, encouraging me to tell more. I told my father a hot porn story about his stepdaughter and got his wound up into a state of excitement and animal lust.”

“So what happed?” I asked. “Did your father punish her?”

“Oh he punished her alright.” Lena added with her smile broadening. “He asked me where she was and I told him she was in her room. He went straight up the stairs and he burst right in to her room without even knocking. Theresa, my half-sister was still in there listening to music. I followed him up and he didn’t even close the door, so I could see right into her room. Theresa looked up in shock and asked what was going on. What he was doing bursting into her room without knocking.” Lena then proceeded to recall the event that took place, and I listened, my cock throbbing.

Theresa’s stepfather was like a fury as he burst through the door, spitting and shouting at her. “So you like sucking cocks do you, you fucking whore? You like to fuck them and sit on them with your dirty little cunt do you? Just like your fucking dirty-whore mother.” He screamed, and as he did so, he was already dragging the twenty-year-old from her bed by her long blond hair. He slapped her firmly across the face as she struggled to her feet. Theresa had just showered and not yet gotten dressed. All that covered her nakedness was a dark blue towel, wrapped around her above her ample breasts and tucked into itself at the side under her left armpit. The towel covered to just below her pussy. Her hair was still wet.

Her stepfather slapped her again, and screamed more abuse at her. “So you were showering the spunk out of your cunt, you filthy bitch? Or did you eat it all?” As he said this, he ripped the towel from her body to expose her large breasts and a large blonde bush covering her vagina. Still holding her by the hair, he sank his free hand into her pubes and grasped them in his fist. Theresa let out a squeal of pain and several pubes ripped free of her skin. His middle finger sank into her pubic hair and disappeared into his stepdaughter’s cunt. He started to violently finger-fuck her cunt with his middle finger, and then inserted his index finger, pushing in and out as quickly and deeply as he could. Theresa was still grasping at his hand in her hair, trying to get free from the pain it was inflicting, but with new pain between her legs, she switched her attention and tried to prise his and out of her vagina. He removed his hand briefly from his stepdaughter’s cunt. However, Theresa quickly learned this was only a short reprieve that allowed him to slap her across the face again before ramming his fingers back into her cunt.

“What a wet fucking whore you are, you filthy bitch. Already wet and waiting for the next cock.” He hissed into her face, and started licking at her ear as he continued to finger-fuck her. “Do you still have his spunk in there you bitch?” He asked, before removing his fingers from her cunt once more and forcing them into her mouth. “Clean that filthy fuck-whore spunk from my fingers you cunt.” He demanded and rammed both fingers deep into Theresa’s throat. Theresa balked at the intrusion in her throat and almost vomited.

“Oh our poor little whore choked on two tiny fingers.” Her stepfather continued, “Then how about we put some real meat in that face?” As he said this he twisted Theresa’s hair, causing her pain and making her follow the direction he was pulling. She fell to her knees and her stepfather was already unzipping his trousers.

I interrupted Lena’s story to ask her if her father ad genuinely describes his cock as ‘Real Meat’ and she nodded then laughed slightly. “It’s fucking ridiculous, isn’t it?” She said, before continuing to describe how her father had raped his own stepdaughter and how Lena had watched him do it.

Theresa tried to avoid the cock as her stepfather pushed it at her lips. She clenched her lips tightly closed and tried to turn away, but this only angered her stepfather more. He slapped her hard across the face again and screamed for her to open her mouth. “Open that fucking cock-hole mouth of yours bitch.” Then he slapped her again. She opened her mouth and he pushed his tiny stubby cock into her face. “Now suck me off you cock-sucking whore.”

Theresa had no choice. She knew to refuse or fight would simply cause him to slap her even more. Her face was already hurting from his blows and she decided her best course of action was to get on with it. She raised her hands, took his shaft in one hand, cupped his balls with the other and started to suck on her stepfathers cock. He moaned and started moving his hips back and forth in time with Theresa’s hand and mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby, suck that cock.” He moaned and releasing his grip on the girl’s hair, he let it fall free to her shoulders and placed both his hands on the back of her head. “Oh yes baby, your little sister was right, you are a great fucking cocksucker.” He exclaimed as he continued to gently face-fuck his stepdaughter.

As she sucked on his penis and toyed around the end of his glans with her tongue, Theresa must have known she had made the right choice not to fight him anymore. He was gentler now; he held her head and pushed softly into her face. She surely thought she could get this finished as quickly as possible and swallow his seed. She could probably already feel the tension rising in his pathetic little cock and balls and knew he would not last much longer. She slipped his prick from her mouth and whilst continuing to wank him, she encouraged him.

“Yeah, that’s it daddy, I can feel it. All that spunk in your balls just waiting to explode into my mouth. Let me have it. Give it to me now. I want to taste your warm cream on my tongue. I want to eat your seed.” She returned him to her mouth and increased the speed of her hand, clearly determined to make him cum now.

“Whoa there you fuck-whore.” He said through gritted teeth. “You don’t get off that lightly. I don’t want to come in your mouth, bitch. I want to shoot my seed into your guts you fuck-whore.” He stated and once again grasping her hair, pulled her up by it, forcing her to cry out in pain as she rose to her feet.”

“No, please.” She begged. “Please don’t fuck me. I lied to Lena about Peter. I did not fuck him. That was a lie. Daddy, I am still a virgin. Please don’t take that from me. Please.”

Her stepfather threw her face down onto her bed and kicked her legs apart to stand between her knees. “Stay fucking there you bitch.” He commanded and started to unbuckle his belt. He let his trousers and his boxers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, holding his cock in his left hand and his leather belt uncoiled in his right. “Cock-whores like you and your fucking tramp-mother need to be punished, Theresa. They need to learn not to suck and fuck stranger’s cocks and to eat other fuck-whore pussy. They need to be punished until they understand that.” As he spat the last words he raised the belt.

The first blow caught Theresa totally off guard. The snap of the belt on her right buttock probably shocked her more than it hurt her, but the leather left a red welt on her pale skin and the second blow had already arrived on her left butt-cheek before she could even register what was happening to her. “Ouch!” She cried and then screamed as the third lash took her across both cheeks. “Stop it daddy, please stop it. It hurts. I’ll be good. I’m sorry about Peter. I’ll tell Lena I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to her.” The fourth lash came down even harder on her right cheek again, making a cross shape form on her skin. She screamed. “Please! It hurts! Please stop!”

Her Stepfather did not listen. He repeatedly lashed Theresa’s buttocks with his belt until they were red and covered in lines left by leather. “This is not about Peter you fucking lying fuck-whore. This is for lying to me. Claiming to be a virgin. I just finger-fucked that used up cunt of yours and you are no virgin. You are as lose down there as a crack-addicted train-station-hooker. What self-respecting man would want to fuck a sloppy cunt hole like that when they can’t even touch the sides, it’s so stretched? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. Who have you had in that fuck-hole, bitch? The entire football team?”

As he said this, the blows stopped and he sank to his knees behind Theresa, pushing up between her thighs. It was at this point she realised in horror exactly what her stepfather meant about not wanting to fuck her cunt. She tried to move, to stand up and to escape but he was already lashing her wrists together behind her back with his belt.

“No! No! Please daddy, not my ass. Please don’t do that to me. Please.”

It was too late. Theresa’s stepfather was already pushing the tip of his cock into her twenty six year old virgin ass. She was about to be butt-fucked for the first time in her life, and though it would hurt her, she could be thankful that it was her small-pricked stepfather who was about to deflower her ass. Yet she screamed. As he forced her tiny puckered-hole open with his cock, she cried in pain and clenched her fists behind her back. She bit into the sheets and he was in, slowly fucking his stepdaughter in the ass as she sobbed into her bedsheets.

She was lucky. She had done a good job with her mouth and that together with the tightness of her butthole, brought him to his climax quickly. He grunted and groaned as he sent his rancid seed into Theresa’s bowels, finally flopping onto her back, spent. Theresa lay beneath him and cried.

After catching his breath, Theresa’s stepfather knelt up and let his now limp cock plop out of her anus as he stood up. He bent to untie her hands and recovered his boxers and trousers from the floor. As he turned to leave his stepdaughter’s room, Lena quickly darted inside her own room next door, hoping he had not seen her there in the hallway where she had watched him rape his own stepdaughter. Of course, he had seen her; in fact, he knew the whole time that she was there in the shadows watching him rape Theresa. He told Lena so a year later when he put his tiny rancid cock in her mouth for the first time.

“Fuck,” I said. “What did she do? Did she tell anyone? Your mother? Did she speak to you about it?” I asked Lena.

“No,” Lena quietly said. “Theresa showered again, packed her things and went back to university the same day. She never returned to the family home. I have not seen or spoken to her since. All I know is that she made a deal with my father via telephone and he paid well for the use of her mouth and ass that day, and for her silence. I also suspect that some of his so-called business trips were to visit Theresa. He let slip himself just a few weeks ago that he was in contact with her saying she ‘was always willing and looking for ways to increase her equity with him.’ So I guess she was still servicing the dirty bastard for more money. Just like I then started to do and just as my mother had always done”

Lena spat the last sentence bitterly, and took another swig of beer to supress a sob.

“So that is the sorry tale of my fucked-up family.” Lena finally said, and took another swig of her beer. “A dysfunctional bunch of perverted, incestuous cunts. Including me.”

I actually did feel for her in some strange way. My beautiful fuck-toy had a fucked up family and a fucked-up life and now I was fucking her up, too. “Well you are free of them all now.” I finally said, otherwise lost for words, but Lena had something more to say.

“The whole time I was cold and without any real feelings.” She started. “ I realise that now. I just let it all happen and took money from my father. We all did. That’s all it was ever about, his fucking money. My Mother, my half-siblings, me, he bought us all. It was business, without emotion. Then of all people, the one person who finally makes me feel something, anything at all, the one person who makes me see clearly that I am human and then brings me to the very point of my deepest inner feelings, is a stranger who attacked me and anally raped me. I have tried to masturbate so many times but could only see my fucking fucked up father’s face. The way my father raped my half-sister.”

She had a lump in her throat and further tears welled in her eyes as she said this, and she took a another swig of bear to wash the lump down.

“Not once could I reach orgasm. I felt nothing down there. Every time I tried to touch myself or let someone else touch me, I was like a piece of ice. All I could see was my father and my half-brother and their disgusting cocks in my mother’s mouth. Until now. Until you. You made me feel. Not just pain, but passion, lust, pleasure and myself. Do anything you want with me. I am your fuck-toy and I am your loyal slave. All my holes belong to you to fuck and use. I will drink your cum and your piss wherever and whenever you command me to. I will give you any hole you want wherever and whenever you command me to. Just please don’t leave me in that cold place I was in ever again.”

I realised that Lena was somehow falling in love with me. This was fucking Stockholm syndrome at its best, and despite my feelings for her, I needed to make something very clear.

“Lena,” I responded in a very gentle and kind voice, “I am not going to leave you sweetheart, at least not just yet. However, you need to understand that although I am going to make you feel even more, I am also still going to hurt you very, very badly. I don’t mean emotionally, Lena, I mean physically. I am going hurt you in ways you still do not understand. I am going to tear your ass open and rip your cunt apart. I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I am going to push my cock so deep into your throat that you feel I am fucking your stomach. I am going to push my cock so deep into your ass that it feels like I will come out of your throat. You are my fuck-bitch. My fuck-toy and I like to play hard. The day will come when you regret so very painfully asking me not to leave you. Not that you have any fucking say in the matter anyway.”

“And when are you going to take my virginity and fuck my cunt, master?” She asked in a tiny voice.

I swung my legs up onto the bed beside her, leaning against the headboard and simply said, “Soon Lena, very soon. Now catch your breath, stop crying, and then get up here and suck my cock you fuck-whore. And then, once you have emptied my balls and swallowed my spunk, you can give me your parent’s address.”

As Lena slid up the bed and between my open legs, my thoughts drifted to Simone. Lena’s mouth was warm and moist as it brushed over my thighs and found my cock. Simone’s small frame and slender hips flashed into my mind, and my cock twitched as Lena began to tease the tip with her tongue. Lena licked down length of my shaft to my balls, where she lingered to swirl the tip of her tongue over my ball sack. As her red hair spread over my stomach, I imagined Simone’s raven hair flowing through my fingers. Lena moved up my shaft with her tongue and engulfed my swollen cock-head in the warmth of her mouth, she lowered her throat over my rock hard prick and as my glans touched the back, she swallowed, taking the full length of my blood-filled cock deep into her throat. In my mind’s eye, it was Simone’s face buried balls-deep into my groin, though I knew it was Lena. I reached over to my notebook and opened it, as Lena continued to work her magic on my swollen cock with her mouth and throat.

“Keep sucking my cock Lena.” I said as I picked up my notebook and rested it on Lena’s back as she knelt between my legs. “Don’s sit up. I need to use your back for a while fuck-toy. Service my cock with your face. You know what your mouth and throat are good for. So use them.” As I spoke, I opened my camera software and logged into Simone’s system, relieved that my cameras were all still working as the familiar flat and its pretty rooms came into focus. There, standing in the kitchen making a hot drink in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties was Simone. Beautiful Simone. My cock grew even further into Lena’s throat, and she pulled up for air. I let her catch a quick breath then using my left hand; I pushed her back down onto my cock, impaling her face and throat with my swollen glans and shaft.

“Suck it bitch.” I said. “Get your fucking spunk-drinking fuck-face over my cock and drain my balls.” My obedient fuck-toy complied by starting to deep throat herself on my cock. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, too quickly, mashing her chin into my balls, but I told her to slow down. I wanted this to last.

“Easy, Lena. Go slow. Use every cock-sucking trick you know with that dirty little fuck-mouth of yours, but make it last. Don’t make me come too quickly.”

She slowed, and mumbled her agreement over my cock buried balls deep in her face. My eyes returned to the screen, to Simone.

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