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SISTER RAPE 1
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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SISTER RAPE
By Thunder
Chapter 2a
Shannon had spent much of the last three days reflecting on
her feelings during the rape. Being raped by her brother
had been one thing. She knew and trusted and loved her
brother and deep down, knew that though he was hurting her,
he still loved her and he would somehow make it all better.
By that, she meant, he would bring her to orgasm. And
afterward, no matter how brutal the assault, he would treat
her well.
Strangers were different, and it was in that that Shannon
found the true excitement of the rape. You never knew what
a stranger would do, and that scared her. She liked that
fear. On top of that was the knowledge that this person was
a total stranger--and he was free to use her as he wished,
to view and touch and fondle her most private parts, while
she was powerless to stop him.
Being helpless, being roughly handled--these turned her on
in ways she would never imagine. There was also the
suddeness of the attack--it might come anytime, anywhere, by
almost anyone. You never knew just how many would do it, or
how often it would happen. Shannon fantasized about being
raped in her own bed, or being pulled into a car, or even
being raped in school, spread eagled on a desk while every
teacher and male student had his way with her.
And then, there was the pain. Shannon found it exciting.
Pain increased her orgasms and made her weak. When the
bikers had punched her cunt during the rape, she had come
instantly. Being choked into unconsciousness had been a
wild, powerful climax for her.
All of this, the fear, the pain, the unknowing and the
helplessness, the strangeness--all of it drew her to be
raped again and again.
Shannon also wanted to see how it was for other little
girls. She wanted to see them get raped. She'd begged Mark
to take her along when he went out to rape other little
girls. He promised he would, after she helped him get her
best friend, Julie Roberts. Shannon was eager to see Julie
get raped, and she knew Julie would like it as much as she
did. If she didn't, Shannon didn't care. Her own needs and
desires had displaced anything else, a fantasy so strong
nothing mattered but having it fulfilled.
For now, she was stuck at home. Most of the bruises she'd
sustained during the gang rape had healed, but Mark wanted
her to stay home for at least another day. He was acting
like her big brother again, treating her with kid gloves,
instead of using and abusing her body as he had only a few
days ago.
Shannon gave in, submissive as usual, and did as Mark told
her. She had to confine herself to masturbating to her
fantasies or the numerous sex tapes Mark had. Mark didn't
provide her any relief. In fact, he was acting like he felt
guilty for what he'd done to her.
Mark was always home, either cleaning the house or watching
the tapes with her. When he was with her, he watched her
intently, his eyes gleaming as he followed her fingers,
moving in and out of her cunt.
Eventually she got to the tape of the Brownie scout, Missy.
Mark had let her see the rest a few nights ago--or so she
thought. She'd been too busy questioning him about what
happened to Missy to watch the rest.
This time, she decided to watch.
As it got to the last part she'd seen, little Missy, only
seven, lay bound and gagged and sobbing on the bed. Her
uniform was ripped to shreds and blood from her torn hymen
coated her abdomen and inner thighs. Mark and the men were
standing around her, stark naked and panting. Shannon
masturbated slowly, imagining herself in young Missy's
place. She figured the film was over, since Mark had told
her that they'd given Missy to some other guys who'd raped,
tortured and killed her.
Suddenly, one of the men leaned forward and slapped the
little girl hard, across the face. Missy screamed and was
slapped again. Another man punched her cunt, making her
double up. Mark and the others straightened her out, while
the last man produced a pair of C-clamps, which he attached
to the girl's nipples.
Shannon bit her lip. She knew that had to hurt, and wanted
to feel it at the same time. She began to masturbate
faster, her fingers working in and out of her furiously, her
orgasm nearing it's climax.
And then the totally unexpected happened. Mark got on the
bed, forcing his cock into the little girl. Clutched in
his right hand was a knife. Mark began raping the little
girl, while his left hand moved up under her chin, forcing
her head back, exposing her soft, white throat.
Shannon stared, half in disbelief and half in total
excitement, as Mark reached up with the knife and slit the
little girl's throat from ear to ear.
Without warning Shannon suddenly climaxed, the most powerful
orgasm she'd ever felt. She let out a shrieking moan and
nearly fell off the couch, her insides clutching together as
the full force of the orgasm passed through her. Her eyes
lit briefly on the screen, where Mark was continuing to rape
the dying girl, whose blood was pouring out of her throat,
all over the bed...
Slowly, shaking violently with the power of her climax,
Shannon got to her feet. The tape had faded to black now,
the last sight Mark screaming with delight as he came in the
girl. With what seemed like all the effort she could
muster, Shannon hit the rewind button.
She let it go a few seconds, then hit PLAY. The scene
started over with the man punching the girl's cunt. Shannon
hit PAUSE and sat down, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
She could hardly believe what she'd seen--or how it had
felt to see it!
She'd masturbated to a few dark fantasies with her own death
in them, but actually seeing a young girl die--a girl not
much younger than she was--was powerfully erotic. She
shoved her fingers into her cunt and began to masturbate
furiously, hitting the PAUSE button again before sitting
back, pinching at her nipples as well, putting herself once
more in Missy's place.
She could imagine it now, the pain, the horror, watching as
Mark entered the girl, imagining not Mark, but some
stranger, entering her, raping her, hurting her, and then
the knife, the sharp knife against her slender throat, the
pain of it biting in, the man still raping her--
This time she did fall off the couch, the orgasm so strong
she doubled over, moaning in orgasmic pleasure. Mark came
running in and stopped, gaping at the TV. "Shit!", he
yelled, and hit the STOP button.
"No!", Shannon protested, her body shaking furiously as the
orgasm continued its assault on her. Her slender thighs
quivered around her fingers, still buried deep between her
bare labia lips, the tips brushing at her clitoris,
stimulating her more and more. "No, Mark! Again! Play it
again!"
Mark stared at her for a moment, a look of curious confusion
and absolute glee on his face, then rewound the tape and
played it again. Over and over they did it, Shannon's
orgasms crashing into her with force, sending her mind and
body to new heights of pleasure. Six, seven, eight times,
and finally, she was too weak to go on.
Mark lifted her up, gently, and laid her on the couch. "You
really liked that?", he asked, sounding surprised.
"Oh Mark, yes!", she cried. "Yes! It was so nasty! And
you--" She stared at her brother, suddenly frightened. She
was alone, with not only a rapist, but a murderer. The
fright suddenly heightened her sense of pleasure, giving her
a giddy thrill. She was truly enjoying walking the
dangerous edge. "You cut her throat!"
"Yeah", Mark answered gleefully. "Shit, sis, if you liked
it that much, I'll fuck you a lot more! I've just been nice
to you because I thought you'd suffered so bad, and I guess
I felt pretty bad about that, because I wasn't there to stop
it, but--" He didn't finish. Instead, he slapped her
across the face, a stinging slap, and threw himself onto
her...
xxx
Shannon awoke to bright morning sunshine streaming in her
window and the soft snoring of her brother next to her.
She was a little surprised at being able to move; Mark must
have raped her a dozen times last night, driving her right
to the point of exhaustion.
He was like an animal. Brutal, his cock not just slamming,
but RAMMING into her, like a pile driver. It had been so
painful, so brutal, she was in tears, but not even that had
stopped Mark. He just kept going, calling her a "slut" and
a "whore" and a "dirty cocksucking fuckbitch" and a whole
slew of other foul names.
She'd liked it anyway. The more brutal he got, the more
powerful her orgasms became. Right up to the point where
he'd started choking her, squeezing her throat until she
finally blacked out. That, had been absolutely the best.
She slid out of bed, standing uneasily on shaky legs. She
was still pretty sore. She looked over to Mark. It was
hard to believe her brother was a killer. He didn't look
like one. Shannon had always believed killers were greasy
men who didn't shave and wore long black jackets and
sunglasses--like the Terminator. Of course, she'd thought
the same thing about rapists, too.
She padded quietly into the bathroom and showered, then
laid out on the sundeck to get her daily tan. She was just
coming in when Mark stepped in her way, a maniacal grin on
is face.
"Oh, sis..."
Shannon tried to bolt, but he grabbed her arms and threw her
down on the bed, pinning her with his body. Shannon
squirmed, but it was useless. In less than a few seconds
Mark had his cock in her and was pumping away, forcing her
to orgasm.
"That was fantastic", Mark moaned, pulling out of her.
"Now go take a shower. And wash your cunt out real good."
He turned and left the room.
Shannon showered again, expecting Mark to show up at any
moment. She loved never knowing when he was going to attack
her again.
Mark was waiting when she got back to her room. He was
fully dressed and showed little interest in her, even those
his eyes kept roving her tiny, naked body. "Get dressed,
slut", he told her. "We're going out."
Shannon was acutely aware of him watching her as she
dressed. She put on a pair of pink cotton panties
first--normal ones--and then a pair of snug, short white
denim shorts that neatly encupped her ass cheeks and
stretched tight across her cunt. She pulled on a short
sleeve white blouse and tied it above her midriff, then
finished the outfit with a pair of white tennis sneakers and
a thin black belt.
"Not bad, slut", Mark snapped. "Now get over here."
Shannon made her way meekly over to him. He motioned for
her to sit next to him. He made no move to touch her.
"We're going up to the lake today", he told her. "I want
you to call Julie."
Shannon got up quickly. She was shaking, both from fear and
excitement. "Julie?"
"That's who I said, didn't I?", Mark asked.
Shannon nodded. She hurried to the phone and dialed her
best friends number. She dearly wanted sweet Julie to join
her.
Halfway through dialing, she hung up. "Mark, are you going
to rape her?", Shannon asked, almost eagerly, yet with a
touch of guilt and fear.
"Yeah", Mark laughed.
"Can I help?"
Mark thought it over. "I guess, yeah. But you can't tell
her what we've been doing. You'd ruin it. I want her to
like it as much as you do."
Shannon nodded. She wanted Julie to share in this. She
wanted to watch Mark rape Julie and teach her to enjoy what
Shannon now enjoyed. And then, to let others use Julie.
Shannon eagerly dialed the phone now, fighting to contain
her excitement. After a few minutes of meaningless chatter,
she invited Julie to go up to the lake with her and Mark.
Julie immediately accepted. It had been two weeks since
she'd seen Shannon, having been told Shannon was "sick in
bed."
As soon as she hung up, she turned to find Mark waiting,
stark naked. He grabbed her and flung her onto her bed,
holding a hand over her mouth while he climbed onto her.
Shannon struggled and whimpered, turning him on even more,
and then he was raping her...
xxx
Julie Roberts hung up the phone and squealed with glee.
Shannon was all better, which meant an end to the boring two
weeks she'd spent with nothing better to do that watch TV or
join the other friends they had. Julie was especially close
to Shannon, who was her best friend, even though Shannon was
a year older, at 11.
Julie was pretty for ten. A small girl--four foot five--she
was slender, her figure slightly curvacious, her legs long
and trim. She was a natural redhead, her thick, wavy hair
framing her young face and spilling over her shoulders and
down her back, nearly to her waist. She had small, freckled
cheeks and jade green eyes, which complimented her soft
white skin.
Julie was also a little wiser than young Shannon in some
ways. Her parents had divorced two years ago and the little
girl had been forced to mature faster than most kids. It
didn't detract from her innocence, however.
Julie liked to play with dolls and do other little girl
things, but she also understood sex. She knew what a penis
and a vagina were and how babies were made, and she knew
good touch and bad touch. She knew what rape was, as well,
and how painful and humiliating it could be. What she
didn't know was how soon she'd find out, first hand.
Julie had been lounging in bed until Shannon called. She got
up now, took a fast shower, and got dressed, putting on a
short sleeve blouse and short white shorts with white
sneakers. Under that she wore a white, two piece bathing
suit, which she really didn't need. Julie's breasts had not
yet developed to any great degree and the bikini top was
more of a belt than a top. But it was still sexy.
She still had an hour left, so she packed up a towel and
some things in a small bag to take with her, and made
herself some breakfast. When she was done, she hurried over
to Shannon's.
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SISTER RAPE
By Thunder
Chapter 2B
xxx
Mark stood by the window of his bedroom, watching for Julie.
Shannon was in her own room, getting dressed again after
he'd raped her.
Mark was getting tired of raping his sister. It had been
his greatest fantasy since he was thirteen--a fantasy denied
him until now--and at first, it had been great. But now
Shannon enjoyed it too much. He knew that when she
resisted, it was more of an act than anything real. He was
getting less and less satisfaction from it. Even brutally
attacking her as he had last night didn't do it. Much of
Shannon's innocence--the thing that had made her so
appealing in the first place--was now fake.
He decided to give it some time before he raped her again.
Maybe a few months, maybe a year--get her to believe he
wasn't going to do it again, so when he did, it would be a
shock. That, he figured, would be satisfying. In the
meantime, he'd step back and watch others hurt his sister,
maybe kill her. The idea was appealing.
For today, at least, he would rape Shannon a few more times,
in front of Julie. It was part of a sick little plan he'd
cooked up, knowing that Julie, in some ways, was more mature
than Shannon, and would be harder to break down.
He might even have to kill her. The idea stirred up his
loins. Mark had no compunction about killing; he'd murdered
at least a dozen little girls since he was fourteen. He
did, however, prefer not to. Killing them was risky,
sometimes messy. And if you didn't kill them, there were
always there to be used again. You simply had to scare
them enough that they wouldn't tell, or get them to like it.
Mark knew he could even kill his sister. Last night, when
he'd been choking her, he almost couldn't stop. The delight
in watching her squirm had been too much. Only the
realization that he'd never be able to hide it from his
parents had stopped him.
He guessed he'd see. Today, he wanted Julie. She was fresh
and innocent; her fear and pain would be real. Just like it
had been with Shannon. He wanted to get Julie under his
thumb, eventually. It didn't matter if she liked it or not,
and would be better if she didn't. And after that, he
wanted her twin sisters.
Shannon stepped quietly into the room and moved up to stand
beside him. She was very quiet, but the eager gleam in her
eyes as she stared out the window was enough to tell him
what she was thinking.
Mark looked down at Shannon's outfit. It was the one one
she'd put on earlier. Mark had bought her a whole new
wardrobe with his parents credit card. Each outfit was sexy
or cute, and from now on, that was all that Shannon would
wear. Mark had long ago been told that clothes, especially
shorts and short skirts, followed by a girl's legs, then her
face and body, was what most often drew rapists. So
everything that Shannon wore would look right on her,
normal, but would also draw attention to her.
He heard the front door open downstairs. He smiled at
Shannon. "Remember, just like we planned it. Don't let her
know."
"I won't", Shannon promised with a giggle.
xxx
The lake was a secluded spot near a private lake that Mark's
father partly owned. As such, they had it all to
themselves, which made it perfect for the plan.
Julie sat in the back seat, smiling a sunny smile, as they
drove up. Shannon sat in the front seat next to her
brother, ready to burst with excitement. Everytime she
looked back at Julie, she could imagine the fear and pain on
her friend's face, how good it would look. How good it
would feel for Julie when Mark's violating cock brought her
to orgasm.
They drove down the small dirt road that led to the spot and
got out. Mark had packed a lunch, but it would be a while
before they ate. He wanted to get down to business first.
xxx
Julie loved coming to the lake, and was eager to escape the
heat and get into the water. But Mark said no. "I found a
nest of baby squirrels up here", he told her. "Why don't we
go see?"
"I'll set up for lunch", Shannon offered.
Julie really wanted to spend the day with her friend, but
she guessed a quick trip into the woods wouldn't be too much
to ask. Besides, Julie loved animals.
Mark put his arm around her shoulders and led her deep into
the trees, to a grassy clearing several hundred yards from
the campsite. "Boy, Julie, you're really growing up", he
told her. "I can't believe how pretty and sexy you're
getting."
Julie blushed. "Thanks."
"Yeah, you really turn me on."
Julie started to feel uncomfortable. Turn him on? She knew
that had something to do with sex. She tried to step away
from Mark, but his arm tightened.
"Yeah, I think we should get it on." Mark spun her around,
holding her by the arm. She saw his other hand fumbling
with the zipper of his jeans. Julie screamed.
Mark pushed her to the ground and jumped on her, the full
weight of his body knocking the wind out of her. She gasped
as Mark's lips pressed against hers, forcing kisses from her
mouth she didn't want to give. Mark had pinned her hands
down, and she was only able to thrash and squirm, but it was
no good. Mark was too big.
Then she saw Shannon come running up. She was carrying a
blanket, it looked like. Maybe she'd heard the screams and
come running. Julie tried to kick away, but Mark had her
too well. He hauled the frightened 10 year old to her feet,
twisting her arms together behind her back and clamping his
hand tightly over her mouth.
Julie saw Shannon spread the blanket out, smiling. Was this
a joke? Her terrified mind knew it wasn't. She could feel
the press of Mark's cock against her back, stiff under his
jeans.
Realizing now that her best friend had betrayed her, all the
fight went out of Julie. Mark pushed her face down onto the
blanket and tied her hands behind her with rope Shannon
handed to him.
"You'll like this", Shannon told her. "Really!"
Mark yanked a strip of cloth between Julie's teeth and tied
it behind her head. He rolled her onto her back and quickly
pulled her shorts off. She felt Shannon press down on her
shoulders, and then Mark tore the bikini bottoms away.
"Hurt her, Mark, hurt her!", Shannon was yelling. Julie
watched Mark pull down his pants, his huge, swelling cock
bursting free. Panicked anew, Julie held her legs together,
but Mark easily forced them apart.
"You'll love this", Mark laughed, and went down on her.
Julie's body was exquisite. Soft, creamy skin and delicate
pink, almost white, nipples, a small, flat slit like
Shannon's. Julie looked down across it as Mark's huge shaft
penetrated the outer folds and pushed against her
maidenhead.
There was a brief sensation of something good, then horrible
pain as Mark's hips thrust forward. She felt something
inside of her stretching, the pain worse with each second.
It was as if she were being split in half and was helpless
to stop it.
Shannon leaned over her. "Doesn't it hurt wonderfully?",
she asked.
Suddenly, whatever was stretching broke. Julie could feel
it, magnifying the pain a hundred times. Her back arched,
lifting her almost clear of the blanket as Mark's cock
plunged further into her. She screamed in pain, feeling
Mark pull out and plunge in again, forcing the tight, unused
muscles of her sex canal to admit his huge cock.
"It's all the way in!", Shannon squealed with delight.
"Fuck her, Mark! Fuck her!"
"Watch your language!", Mark snapped. "Man, she's fucking
tight! Come on Julie, loosen up! You know you like this!"
"Yeah, you have to like, Julie! You're a dirty slut!
Don't you just love Mark's cock being buried all the way in
you? Isn't it great?"
Julie shook her head. She didn't like this and she wanted
him to stop. She could never like this. It was horrible
and it hurt and it made her feel dirty.
"Make her suck your cock, Mark. Fu--put it in her behind! I
want to see your hurt her, Mark!", Shannon squealed. She
had her hand shoved down her shorts, fingering herself
madly. "Go on!"
Julie could believe none of this. Her own best friend had
lured her into and let her be, raped. A boy--a man--she'd
known and trusted all her life had bound and gagged her,
then violated her, taking her virginity. And now Shannon
was encouraging him to do more.
Julie felt like dirt. She felt like the lowest form of life
on earth. She was a little girl who liked dolls and
animals, and who took good care of her two little sisters.
Julie started. Would Mark go after them, next? Her sisters
were twins, only five. Was that too young for Mark?
She looked at him. He looked crazy. His whole body was
shuddering. He was gasping between clenched teeth, grunting
like he was in pain. Julie knew he'd have no trouble doing
this to her sisters.
And then the pain stole her thoughts away. Mark thrust
forward, hard, his entire body shaking. Julie felt his cock
swelling inside of her, felt it pulse, something warm
filling her uterus. And then Mark collapsed on top of her
again, gasping.
"Damn!", he muttered, pushing himself up, still buried
inside of her. She watched him withdraw his cock, the shaft
covered with her blood, and the sight of it almost made her
faint.
She didn't have long to look, anyway, because Mark suddenly
lifted her legs high, pushing them over her head. Through
the V formed by her thighs she saw him coming in again, felt
the tip of his cock brush her tight rectal hole.
Immediately she tensed, but it only made things worse. Mark
was pushing in, slowly but surely.
"You'd better fucking relax or this'll really hurt!", he
told her, shoving more and more of his hard cock deep into
her anus, into her bowels.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Shannon, her hand
out of her shorts now, staring wide eyed and horrified at
Mark. "Mark, no! Please, I did what you told me to do but
I can't stand it! Leave her alone!"
"Then get out of here, you little whore! Go back to the
car! And you better be there when I get back or I'll blow
her fucking head off!", Mark shouted, sending Shannon
scrambling.
Blow my head off?, Julie thought, and began screaming,
because that was all she knew now. At the same time, she
also knew, or understood, what was happening. Mark had been
doing this to Shannon--probably the whole time she'd been
"sick". He'd probably promised to stop if Shannon would
lure her out here. And now, she would be raped and killed.
xxx
The girl's ass was gloriously tight, even though she had
relaxed some. Mark saw blood, but it was hard to say if
he'd torn her ass or if that was her hymen blood from
before. Either way, she was lucky. He was long but not
terribly thick.
Mark climaxed inside the little girl and pulled out. He was
spent, at least for the minute, and Julie seemed exhausted;
her screams had become loud, wracking sobs, barely muffled
by the gag. Mark tied her ankles and told her he'd be back,
then stalked off toward the lake.
Shannon was waiting for him at the car. The look of horror
on her face quickly became and ear to ear grin. "Think she
bought it?", she asked.
Mark shrugged, heading for the lake shore. "Maybe." He
wanted to wash up and get back to Julie. He stripped off
his clothes and dove in, rubbing his hands all over his body
to get clean.
After his quick bath, he took a bucket from the car and
filled it with water and a bar of soap, then carried that
and a washcloth back with him, Shannon tagging along. He'd
already decided to forgo his earlier plan of letting Julie
believe Shannonw as all for her. Instead, he had another
idea.
Julie was where he'd left her, still sobbing. He told
Shannon to clean her up while he knelt down beside the
little girl's head, his cock dangling in her face. Julie
turned her head away and he jerked it back.
"You hate me, huh?", he asked. Julie nodded. "Bet you're
scared of me too, huh?" Julie nodded again. She shuddered
a little as Shannon wiped the washcloth around her bloody
slit.
"Bet that feels good, doesn't it?", Shannon asked. Julie
nodded. Julie continued shuddering as Shannon cleaned her
up.
"Now listen to me, Julie", Mark told the girl. "I've got a
deal for you. You're not going to tell anybody about this.
And I mean anybody. Furthermore, from now on, you belong to
me. You'll do what I say, no matter what. Is that clear?"
Julie just stared. "Okay, you forced me. If you don't do
what I say and want, your mom is going to suffer for it.
The first time, she'll just get a good scare. After that,
she'll get this. One guy. Then there were will more guys.
Maybe she'll even be killed."
Julie shrieked and began to sob. "Shut up!", Mark snapped,
slapping her lightly on the cheek. "It's up to you, Julie.
I've had guys watching your mom for weeks now." That was a
lie. But he could have somebody there with a single phone
call. He knew people like that VERY well. "And don't think
I won't. Understand?"
Julie nodded, still sobbing. "That's right. So from now
on, you're mine. I'll rape you when and where I want. And
so will others. In fact, you'll go out and try to make it
happen. You're trash, Julie, and your body is for other
people's use. You might even get to like it. Shannon will
tell you all about orgasms and I'll show you. And you and
Shannon will be good friends. And if you're really good,
I'll stop hurting you very soon. Will you do it?"
Juli
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Sister Rape
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.
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Sister Rape
By Thunder
Chapter 3
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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