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 This story contains, incest, rape of a young girl by several men.  If it
may offend then don't read it.



   It was Sunday morning, I could hear Dad and Uncle John downstairs, I
moved the chair from the door and went to the toilet, when I returned I
pushed the chair under the door handle, and made sure it was wedged tight.

   Dad came up after a while and tried the door, it was stuck fast thank
God, he shouted at me.

   "Open this door Kate, now."

   I didn't reply I stayed silent.

   "If you don't open this door you will regret it." He was pushing his
body against the door.  "If you break that door down, I will scream out of
the window." All fell silent, and I heard him walking down the passage.

   A few minutes later I heard the front door slam, and Uncle John was
walking down the path.  He couldn't see me I was behind the curtain.  All
was quiet down stairs now.  I was hungry and thirsty; I knew I would have
to go down.

   I got dressed and put two pairs if thick winter tights on and then a
pair of jeans, he wasn't going to touch me this time.

   I walked into the kitchen; he was standing beside the sink.  "Oh you got
up then, what you wearing all that lot for?  Its not mid winter you know."

   I didn't speak; I got some cereal and milk and sat down.

   "Kate it's not a good idea to lock your bedroom door you know, John only
wanted to say good bye and thank you for last night."

   "I knew what John wanted that's why I didn't unblock the door," I told
him.

   "Its no wonder he likes you, you are a lovely looking girl."

   And he began touching my shoulders; I hurried to finish my breakfast. 
His hands were moving down over my tits now, I jumped up and grabbed the
bread knife from the table and swung round.  I hadn't done it on purpose,
but as I swung round I caught his arm with the bread knife.  There was a
scratch, not deep, but blood was pouring from it.

   "That's how you want to fucking play it is it?  You will regret that my
girl".  And he made an attempt to grab my arm, but I was gone, out of the
door and up the stairs as fast as possible.

   I ran into my room, unaware I still had the knife, I quickly put the
chair against the door again, thinking he would follow me, he hadn't.

   I stayed in my room for the rest of the day.

   Nothing more happened the following week; I stayed in my room after
school making sure the chair was under the handle.  I only went down to get
some food, and always dressed in my thick tights and jeans.



   Saturday arrived.  I put all my clothes on as I had last weekend, two
pairs of thick tights and jeans over them.  I felt safe like this.

   Dad was very nice to me and spoke like he used to before he started
having sex with me, I was wondering if he had changed, and had seen the
error of his ways, even if he had I would never forgive him.

   After dinner he asked me if I wanted to go into town with him, I thought
about it for a while then said "yes", the more people around the safer I
was.

   We did the shopping and it was just like the old days, then we stopped
at a coffee shop, he got me a large coke and he had a coffee, and a muffin
each.  By now I had begun to talk to him again, he seemed like the father I
used to have.

   We walked back to the car, and as we drove home I was beginning to feel
quite light headed, but I also felt very happy, and began singing, Dad
smiled at me, "that's better that's the Kate I know."

   I helped Dad put the stuff away, we were laughing and joking together
like old times, but I did feel light headed still, as if I was drunk,
although I had never been drunk, I imagined that's how it felt.

   In the evening Dad suggested I had a shower and took some of the extra
clothes off I had on.  Without a second thought I went up stairs and
showered, putting on a reasonably short skirt and t-shirt.  I went back
down, dad was pleased with my efforts and asked me give him a twirl, which
I did.  I was still feeling as though I was drunk, and very light headed.
But for the first time in a long time I felt happy.  He asked me to stand
in front of him, then he lifted my skirt above my panties, I knew he
shouldn't, but I didn't mind at all this time, I was happy for once.

   I sat on the sofa and dad went to the phone, I heard him say, "I think
she's ready." I don't know who he spoke to, I didn't care, I feeling very
happy.  Ten minutes later the door bell rang, dad answered it, it was Uncle
John again.

   He walked in and over to me, I was laying on the sofa, he looked at my
face, then lifted my skirt, and for some reason I didn't mind him doing
this.

   "Notice her eyes?  I think she is ready too, get her another one to be
sure though, and we will give it an hour or so." "Get me what Uncle John?"
"Another drink Kate, would you like a drink?" "Yes please."

   Dad came back with another coke for me and a beer for himself and John.
They both watched as I drank my coke.  I emptied the glass in one mouthful,
I was so dry.  John said to dad, "now we wait." "They are safe aren't they?
I don't want anything bad to happen." "I've never heard of anything only
headaches next day, but who cares about tomorrow, tonight me make some
money."

   John looked over to me, I smiled back, and it seemed that the world was
a wonderful place after all.

   "Put some music on see what she does." John asked dad.

   Dad got up and put a CD in the machine and pushed play, a fast number
started.  I sat and listened to it, the second song started, again a fast
one, I had the uncontrollable urge to get up and dance.

   Which I did.  I looked at the John and dad, both were watching me, my
skirt lifting up as I danced, I didn't care I was so happy, and loved them
watching me making comments.  I danced to the next song as well, but made
it more of a sexy dance.  Both were smiling now as they watched, and I was
enjoying them watching.

   The tracks changed and a slow song started.  I began to dance much
slower now.

   A little way through the song John said "do a strip Kate."

   I smiled and for some unknown reason I started to unbutton my skirt,
soon it was on the ground, I hooked it in my toes and flicked it across to
John, he caught it.  Then I slowly took my top off, then teasing them all
the time I slipped my panties down.  Naked in front of them, I danced
exposing myself to them.  I was enjoying myself, and could see they were.

   John looked at dad, "she's ready mate, get on the phone."

   Dad got up and turned the music off, much to my disappointment, I
enjoyed showing John my pussy.  I sat on Johns lap as he fondled my pussy,
and I kissed John in return.

   I saw dad lift the phone, as he said to me, "get dressed now Kate."

   I felt so sexy, and happy I didn't want to, but he was my dad I did as I
was told.

   I heard him say over the phone, "Its ok to come round now, don't forget
the money."

   I sat on the sofa once more breathless, John watching me as I put my
panties back on.  I had never felt so sexy and loved.

   I heard the door bell ring a few minutes later and dad went to answer
it. I heard him talking to someone, and then a man walked through the door.

   It looked like Mark, it was Mark I jumped up and ran to him, I hugged
and kissed him and told him I loved him.

   The man turned to John and said "well she's very friendly." And he
laughed.  I thought that's a funny thing for Mark to say he is my brother.

   I felt his hands lift my skirt and his hands on my arse; I wasn't going
to stop Mark not after all this time.  In seconds he had me laying on the
floor, I heard someone else come in the room.  I looked, that man also
looked like Mark.  In fact every man that entered looked like Mark to me;
there were now four of them, plus dad and John.

   I was surrounded now by all the Marks, I knew they couldn't all be Mark,
but they all looked the same.  I was ecstatic with joy, having him back.

   Their hands were all over me, touching every part of my body, my clothes
were ripped off, and in seconds a mouth was on my pussy, as I said, I
didn't know which was Mark, they all looked alike, so I didn't want to deny
Mark, so I let them all do as they wanted.  But this time I was enjoying
the sensations of all those hands on my body.

   Hands were on my tiny nipples and one of them was being sucked, it
didn't take long for the one who had been sucking me to push his hard cock
inside me, and I was in heaven, Mark was making love to me again.

   I had another hard cock in my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly.  I saw
dad taking photos, and John was doing a video.  I thought "if they want a
show Ill show them how Mark and I made love".

   I don't know how long it went on, I think I must have passed out with
pleasure, but all the Marks made love to me, and my pussy was sucked by
them all.

   The last Mark to make love to me had my legs wide open, his hard cock in
my pussy.  He was holding my hips as he dragged me back and forwards over
the floor, I could feel every inch of him, his balls banging on my arse.

   He pulled out and said to dad "can I fuck her arse?" he nodded his
approval.

   I was very tight, but after several minutes, and a lot of cum and pussy
juice as lubrication he finally got it in me.

   Again I felt his balls banging on my arse, Mark had never made love to
me like this before and I loved it.  I still had a cock in my mouth, and I
felt his cum erupting deep in my throat.

   Suddenly it was all over.  I lay on the floor satisfied, and happy that
Mark was back.

   I heard someone say, "You will get the videos and photos done wont you."
Dad answered, "They will be done by Tuesday if you want I can drop them
round, do you all want a copy?" "Yes please," one said, and they left.  I
couldn't understand why Mark, my brother was going, leaving me once more.

   I heard the door shut, and dad walk back into the room.  "You have been
a very good girl tonight, Mark would be proud of you." I knew he would he
had made love to me and I satisfied him, all of them.

   "Now Kate I think you need a bath." He lifted me up, and carried me
upstairs to the bath, and in a few moments I was in the bath, dad washing
me.  I can just remember him laying me in my bed then I must have gone to
sleep.

   I didn't wake up until eleven Sunday morning with the worse headache I
had ever had; I had a job to keep my eyes open, even daylight made me
blink.

   All I could remember was I had a very sexy dream about Mark making love
to me.  When I got out of bed my legs were stiff, I had a job to walk, and
when I went for a poo, my bum felt very sore.  I had a shower, and stood in
front of the mirror, I could just make out what I thought were bruises to
my upper legs, and they looked like finger marks to me.

   I showered and walked down stairs, legs still very stiff.  I was still
wary of dad so I kept my distance.  "What happened last night?" "Nothing
why?" "I have a splitting headache and my legs are stiff." "You have
probably got the start of a cold or flu, take some pills." "That doesn't
explain why I have bruises on my legs." "Bruises?  Let me look."

   I lifted my skirt, avoiding showing him too much.

   "There look." "They look like bruises but I don't think they are, just
blemishes, perhaps the cold you have has brought them out."

   I took that as probably being right, I couldn't see how I got those
marks.  I sat and eat my breakfast.

   I couldn't wait for next Saturday, I wished I could tell him about that
dream I had but I couldn't, not in there with the guards listening.

   Saturday arrived at last and we went to see Mark.

   Dad had bought me a new dress, which I thought was very short, but he
rarely bought me anything, so I was pleased to wear it to see Mark.  Mark
came out full of smiles.

   "Not long now three months they told me this morning, then I go for a
meeting, and if all goes well I will be out." "Oh, Mark I cant wait to have
you home." I said to him.

   "How are you Kate, every thing ok at school?  That dress is a bit short
isn't it?" Dad butted in.  "I bought it for her this morning, don't you
think she looks sexy in that dress, she likes short dresses now, loves the
attention she gets."

   Mark was looking a bit bewildered by dad's comments.

   He put his hand on mine," are you ok Kate?" not fully understanding what
dad had said.  Once again dad butted in.

   His hand had left the table and was stroking my thigh, Mark could see
quite plainly what he was doing, and could also see I didn't like it.

   "She's alright Mark we are looking after her." "We?" Asked Mark "Yes,
your uncle John and me, we are catering for all her needs." "What do you
mean all her needs?"

   I had the feeling that Dad was going to do what he said he might, but I
hadn't given him cause to do that, I had been good for him, and gave in to
him every time.

   "Well Mark, since you have been away such a long time, and my Kate was
missing the things you and her did together, John and I have taken your
place so to speak."

   He had told him.

   "What about Lauren?" he asked.

   "Oh, she's gone to your mums; Kate is alone with us now, and is very
happy with us both giving her the attention she has been missing, and
needs. She very grown up now Mark, she knows a lot more then she did when
you were with her."

   Mark looked at me; I looked down at the table, "is this true Kate?"

   I looked at him, "he forced me, said he would tell the police what you
and I had been doing, I didn't want to, I had no choice."

   He looked at dad, "you bastard your own daughter and she is only twelve
years old." "No different to you Mark, and she was only, what ten then?" "I
didn't force her, or blackmail her you bastard."

   "So what are you going to do about it then?  With two men's cocks to
please her now she won't want a boy any more, you're out of the picture
mate.  She even entertains our guests, she loves cock, as much as she can
get, she had six men the other weekend, and still wanted more.  She was
very disappointed when they went home.  She even wanted us to film it for
her so she could masturbate while she watches it.  Proper little sex kitten
now Mark, she won't want you ever again."

   I didn't understand what he meant about six men; I had never been with
six men.

   I was beginning to cry, guards were looking over at us.

   Mark suddenly jumped up, pushing his chair over and hit dad in the face,
he fell off his chair onto the floor.  Mark was on him in an instance his
hands around his neck shouting, "I'm going to kill you, you bastard."

   I tried to pull him off, but I wasn't strong enough, I kept shouting at
Mark" let him go Mark, let him go." Mark hit him again and got his hands on
his throat again.  The guards grabbed Mark and pulled him off Dad.

   "Silly boy, you shouldn't have done that, poor Kate will have to
entertain John and me, and our guests for another two more years now."

   Mark was struggling and shouting as they marched Mark back to his room.

   Dad got up, and told a guard, "He's a fucking menace he will kill
someone one day."

   I was in floods of tears.  He grabbed my arm, "come on Kate, we wont be
back here again, I'm not risking you being hurt by that manic." And he
dragged me off with him.

   In the car he handed me a tissue, I was hysterical, crying and screaming
at him.  "Well Kate, that's sorted him out." "Why did you do that, I've
been good and done all you have wanted me to do?" "John and I need more
time with you Kate, and he won't be out for a while now.  And now you can
make some money for me, help with your keep." "What do you mean?" "You will
see, now it's your safety you need to worry about, and Laurens of course
now I've taken care of Mark."

   I went straight to my room and wouldn't come down, even though he
shouted at me.  I hated him so much, but there was no where I could go, my
mum didn't even want me, or care for me.

   A week later dad had a letter from the prison authorities.

   He opened it and read out the important part out loud to me.

   " we are sorry to inform you, that owing to the violence exhibited by
your son in prison, the remission he was due to be given, as been removed,
and he will spend the full term of his sentence."

   I didn't stay to listen what dad had to say, it was obvious to me he had
planned it.  I ran to my bedroom, and cried myself to sleep.

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