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One Way Ticket To Hell
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Many fathers dream, others act on their fantasies.
Stephanie's father bought himself a ticket to the end
of the line. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, inc)
***
Yeah, I AM going to Hell, No two ways about that. I've
earned the right and I'll pay the price. To sell your
soul isn't the easiest decision to make...took me at
least ten minutes. But you see, God should never have
bequeathed me such a sexy little daughter... not having
in mind the irreparable cranial perversions that
floated through my frontal lobes unchecked on a daily
basis.
How was I supposed to look at Stephanie growing up and
not have these thoughts? I'm a man aren't I? A God-
forsaken fucking-machine with needs. Just bad luck for
Stephanie I guess that they never were likely to be
fully satisfied by Playboy, Penthouse or Lolita .Com
Always had a thing for young girls. Burnt-out whores
kinda missed the boat for me somehow. Beats me how
anyone gets-off looking at leather-faced sluts posing
as schoolgirls, cellulite-ridden wives down on their
luck, traumatised trannies or even sad old grannies
come to that. Now I'm not an advocate of exploiting
pre-teens either. The sight of six and seven year old
girls being undressed, fingered and whatever else,
appalls me as much as the average guy.
No, it's the teenies that get my attention. Still
under-age admittedly but they have that sexual
awareness and the whole damn system is running on hi-
octane estrogen by then.
My earliest hell-bound thoughts towards Stephanie had
their inception around the time she turned twelve. I
remember the exact day. The whole family being in a
flurry to get to our in-laws place for dinner, I had
hastened into the bathroom, unaware Stephanie was still
in there.
Just stepping out of the shower as I flew in, the sight
of her naked body, in all its youthful sculptured
magnificence - slim hips, budding breasts and first-up
downy hair surrounding her child's pussy tipped me
over into daddy's-gone-a-hunting mode. She covered-up
of course, after a cute little girlish shriek, but the
damage was long done. I wanted to fuck her from that
moment on.
Many was the subsequent night I would make love to my
wife with more than my usual physical exertion, only to
have her enquire "Wow, what's gotten in to you
tonight?" Fact is of course I had been fucking
Stephanie in my mind. Not hard when she is little more
than a younger version of her mom. Both are very slim,
girlish and desirable.
It became an obsession. Taking her to school and
watching her run around with her friends, I noticed her
breasts developing on a daily basis. Having her sprawl
on the lounge besides me some nights watching TV,
oblivious to the effect she was having on me.
I would spend more and more time up in her room helping
her with homework assignments, just watching her little
mannerisms. How she would hug herself sometimes while
reading, playing with the pendant around her neck while
she figured out a maths problem, flick her pretty hair
out of her light-blue eyes while I would explain
something to her.
I would stand behind her desk, specifically for the
chance of glancing down her top even for a second. How
I longed to put my hands down inside that frilly little
bra and hold both breasts, rub her nipples and confess
how much I loved and wanted her - in a sense she would
never have been able to understand. Whenever she wore a
short skirt or tight jeans my eyes would focus on that
hot little bottom and I would fantasise about pulling
her panties down and kissing it for hours, one finger
up between her legs fingering her as I did so. This was
murder!
No-one ever suspected a thing of course. My wife was
clueless as to the lustful and highly improper images
that were criss-crossing my mind, roiling through my
grey-matter with relentless monotony.
Stephanie was sixteen now and for four years I had
withstood the chronic urges that stirred my hellish
fantasies. I knew I could never make any move as such,
the risk of losing my daughter's love and respect, not
to mention my marriage, were both sobering enough
influences. Neither was I mentally equipped for doing
twenty years in the slammer, where pay-back sex of a
less glamorous nature would undoubtedly await me.
If only I had never gone to the club that Friday night.
It had all started so innocuously. Queued up at the bar
waiting for my "usual" a Chivas Regal on the rocks, I
ran into Gary, a workmate from the office. Both of us
being unaccompanied, we sat down at a corner table and
got talking. A little later, the scotch got talking.
Inevitably, the subject of sex came up. Gary, himself
still single, belabored the fact that being unmarried
still, sex for him, was running at an uncommonly
infrequent rate and that this was an aspect of his life
that could well do with a sizeable boost. In a
roundabout "I'm-only-kidding" sort of way, I introduced
the fact that my daughter who was now sixteen, was a
regular teenage hottie and that I wouldn't mind
participating in a liaison of sorts...given her
complicity of course.
Gary looked at me quizzically, "Really? You'd like to
fuck your own daughter? Whoa!"
"Hey pal," I said, trying to make light of the
situation, "Wait till you have your own teenager and
have her flash her bras and knickers around. Let's see
what thoughts come to your mind every so often."
He was quiet for a moment.
"To be quite honest with you," he said quietly,
sculling the last two inches of bourbon, "I have always
had this really bad fantasy of raping a girl you
know, a hot little schoolgirl?"
Images of Stephanie being sexually abused suddenly
showed themselves full-screen in my head and I realised
that I too had always harbored other fantasies of
seeing her raped. I felt my entire blood supply
suddenly placed on red-alert. Several litres invaded my
procreative area and I knew instantly that I was lost
for all money.
"Hey, maybe we can help each other?" I muttered, a
half-assed nervous grin across my face. He had gotten
us two refills and the conversation dipped to its
lowest decibel rating of the evening.
Possibly due to the depleted condition of my primary
logic circuits, I poured out to him the scope of my
tortured urges and the lengths at which I might be
prepared to go, to address their pressing needs.
"Are you serious Mike?" he asked at one stage. "You
would let your daughter get raped? Damn! Don't suppose
you have a pic of her on you do you?" As it happened I
did a recent one in her school uniform. I showed him
it.
"God Mike, I see what you mean... she's pretty fucking
hot isn't she?"
My conscience was screaming out for me to call it a
night, to just tell Gary I had been kidding around and
to go home, where a cold shower might douse these
infernal contemplations. My fingers were poised over
the "cancel" button.
"You'd be able to fuck her too you know?" whispered
Gary.
In that instant, my soul took its leave, my resistance
crumbled and my fate sealed for all eternity. Gulping
another mouthful of scotch and just this side of losing
it, I said to him, "How's that? She'd recognise me."
"Not blindfolded she wouldn't," he replied. Sounded
like he did this for a living! "After she's been raped
stupid by three of us," he muttered, "She wouldn't know
her father from a Polar bear. Just have to keep your
mouth shut."
"Jesus Christ Gary, I dunno," I said. "It's a hell of a
risk and I don't want her hurt bad."
"No probs Mike," he whispered, "The three of us would
go easy on her. Just gonna strip her, have a play and
then fuck her gentle. Hell, you'll be there anyway to
make sure nuthin' goes overboard... right?'
"Yeah, I guess," I replied with the limited conviction
I was able to muster. Gary and I agreed to map out the
final details some time during the coming week.
How I maintained a normal faηade at home I have no
idea. All I was thinking about 24/7 now was the
imminent fate of my only daughter. Even as I was
helping her with homework, I was seeing in my mind's
eye, her complete sexual debasement, her young body
being used and abused and the incredible rush I was
getting, visualising the depravities to be wreaked upon
her tiny five-foot-one frame even by her own father.
Gary had worked out a deal with two friends of his (how
hard would that have been?? "Hey you wanna help fuck a
sixteen-year old schoolgirl?) Whilst he himself was
more than "anxious" let's say, to shag a young girl
let alone a virgin, he figured having a couple of other
men along would inevitably spiceup proceedings, as
well as limiting Stephanie's chances of escape. My role
for the first half of the evening was to be passive,
being one of "overseeing" rather than participating.
The plan was reasonably simple. Picking a late Saturday
afternoon and evening that my wife would be out of town
visiting her sick mother in Fresno as she did from
time to time, I would arrange for Stephanie to go up to
the nearby corner-store for me sometime close to dusk,
knowing of course she would be snatched somewhere near
the little park that she had to cross to get there.
Simple enough task for three adult males with a large
van. I would leave home just a few minutes later and
drive to Gary's house where they would be taking her.
With the rear door left open I could gain access and
take-up my silent refereeing duties, as she would be
blindfolded by then. It was agreed nothing would be
done to her until I got there.
After the "rape" I would leave first so that I would be
home when they brought her back. When dropping her off
by way of a fake "home-invasion," both hers and my own
life would be threatened with termination should the
Police be called.
Be a cinch for me to dissuade her from risking that or
even from telling her mom the next day. The
embarrassment and pain would remain Steffi's and my
little secret. The only half-risky part I figured was
the "snatch" itself but Gary assured me it was "no
problem."
"Can you pick me up at the bus terminus around eleven
in the morning please darling," Anne had asked, as her
ride turned up outside the front gate.
"Sure honey," I said smiling at her and kissing her
rather more passionately than usual.
"Just don't know what's got into you these days?" she
laughed.
"Just as well you don't," I mused to myself, watching
her head-off to Julie's Trans-Am out the front. Still
with a beautiful figure herself, I was reminded of the
old line. "I hate to see you leave but I love to watch
you go!"
Steffi waved to her mom then hugged me. We went inside,
it was still only mid afternoon.
"What would you like to do sweetie?" I asked her, my
mind a swirling mass of half-formed images and fully-
formed guilt. How could I even contemplate doing what I
had planned? My beautiful, innocent little
daughter...who loved and trusted me so unquestioningly.
"Could we go to the movies tonight dad?" she asked
effusively. "I'd really like to see Harry Potter and
the Chamber of Secrets!" Jenni (her best friend in
tenth grade) saw it last night and said it was sooooo
good - way better than the first one."
"Sure sweetheart," I said. We'll catch the 8.pm session
straight after dinner if you want?" My heart lurched,
knowing we would never make it there.
She came across and hugged me. Fully unaware of just
how arousing her young breasts were crushed then
against my shirt, I had to back away swiftly before she
felt my erection pressing into the front of her skirt.
With my pulse-rate mildly skirting cardiac trauma, come
6.30pm, I asked Steffi if she would just pick up some
milk and a fresh loaf of bread for me at
'Grasshopper's' (The nickname I'd bequeathed the corner
store, as the Chinese proprietor looked remarkably like
David Carradine's Kwai Chang Caine)
"Of course dad," she smiled. I gave her a few dollars,
finding it hard not to visibly shake.
"Sure you'll be OK sweetie?" I said to her. "Hurry back
before it gets dark won't you?"
She was gone. I watched her as she half-skipped out the
front gate, so looking forward I knew, to the movie
tonight. I would forever remember that image. Cute,
youthful figure, her light green top tucked neatly into
that rather short patterned skirt which zipped from her
waist almost to the hem. Shining quite natural brown
hair trailing off her shoulders as she ran. She still
had around her neck that tiny heart-shaped pendant her
mom had given her the previous Christmas but otherwise
had no great use for jewelry.
Anyone walking towards her would have been struck by
the perfection of her skin, her very pretty face that
other than her clear blue eyes was highlighted by a
full, rather sexy mouth and the cutest of little ears.
Probably her greatest asset a most dazzling smile.
She was just so beautiful.
Dear Jesus, it was done! I had consigned by innocent
little baby to the hardest school out there - real
life! Even at this late stage I wanted to run after her
and cut the thing dead in its tracks.
"Fat chance, pervert," something whispered in my ear.
"You made the bed, now she can lie in it!" My 'good'
doppelganger took off, understandably wanting no part
of the coming tragedy. All I could think about was Gary
with his hand in her panties!"
Just five minutes later I got behind the wheel of the
car. They would have her now, restrained, terrified and
alone. I was so damned hard! What am I saying? I was so
damned!
Arriving at Gary's place I was perturbed to say the
least, that his van was not yet there. Had it not gone
according to plan? Had he lied to me after all? And
were they perhaps 'trialing the goods' in some back-
street? That I could not bear! At the very least, being
in the same room as it was happening, I might afford
her some degree of protection even if she couldn't
know it. I parked up the road a-ways and walking to the
house, let myself in at the back.
Not two minutes later, much to my immense relief, I saw
through the half opened blinds upstairs, Gary's Transit
swing into the drive-way. I heard the auto-door begin
its ascent. After a few moments, I heard a door
downstairs open and glancing down the stair-well I saw
Gary, and another friend propelling Stephanie towards
the staircase. The third man was close behind. My heart
leapt. My poor little girl was crying and sobbing her
eyes out. I could hear her pleading "Please don't hurt
me."
They had her blindfolded and with her hands tied behind
her back, presumably having removed some kind of gag,
but quite obviously they hadn't done anything to her
yet. Gary put his hands on her shoulder as she reached
the base of the stairs. He told her to go on up.
"Where are you taking me...what are you going to do
with me?" she was half-crying. "You're not going to
rape me are you?...Pleaassse..I want my dad..." she
started sobbing again. One of the men laughed and I had
to suppress the urge to run down those stairs and re-
arrange his face.
Walking behind Stephanie, holding her arm as she
ascended the stairs, Gary looked up and seeing me
looking down from the landing, gave me the thumbs up. I
was partially comforted by the fact that he'd be coming
to Hell with me.
Reaching the main bedroom, Stephanie was forced inside
the doorway. I could see her shivering with fear,
knowing as she must, what would be coming.
"Well kid," said Gary, "What can I say? You were just
in the right place at the wrong time. We ain't gonna
hurt you, just have us a little fun is all."
Incredibly, Steffi wound her crying down to a few
strangled sobs. It was if she'd figured the odds, knew
she could do nothing to stop what was coming and was at
least going to keep her dignity intact.
"You are going to rape me, aren't you," she whispered,
"This is a bedroom isn't it?"
One of the men stepped forward and gently fondled her
breast. I almost creamed myself.
"Don't," she said to him, turning away in an attempt to
dislodge his hand. He simply groped her the other side.
"Hot little tits missy," he grunted. His name was
Stewart... Stu to the other two. Not a big thinker I
would imagine. Gary motioned for him to stop.
"Can you take this blindfold off please and untie my
hands?" she asked hopefully.
"Can't do sweetie," said Gary. "Identification and all
that you know?"
"I won't tell anyone," she pleaded. "I promise - not
even my dad?" I wanted to reach out and hold her.
"Yeah well, I can't take that risk can I?" Gary
replied. "What you can't see, you can't tell kid."
He suddenly moved in and allowed his hands to traverse
her upper body, smoothing across her shoulders, down
her back, across her hips and up between her breasts.
She gasped at his touch. He leaned in and kissed her on
the lips which had her recoiling with disgust.
"Never been kissed eh, darling? Oh, this is gonna be a
night of firsts for you."
At that second, both the other men closed ranks around
her and I watched in abject fascination as they all
began to feel her up as she stood there. Hands cupping
her breasts, others feeling the concave perfection of
her slim hips, sliding around to cup and rub her
bottom. I was so hard I was losing my grip on reality.
Steffi was gasping and crying again.
"Please let me go, I'm only sixteen still a virgin.
Pleeaassse!" Her impassioned plea was heartrending
although ultimately futile.
"See here sweetness," Gary whispered to her as he
continued fondling her breasts lewdly, "The boys here
are kinda hot under the collar, if you know what I
mean. Wouldn't be right to deny them just a little fun
now we got you here, would it?"
I heard her gasp, "H-how many of you are there?" she
stuttered, still trying to squirm her way from under
those unwanted fingers. Gary glanced across at me, as I
stood over near the far wall. "Just the four of us
sweetie, you'll be OK, trust me."
They had her with her legs up against the bed now and
it took but the least push to send her sprawling back
on to the quilt. From where I stood even, I caught a
glimpse of her hot little blue panties as she fell on
her back. The other two men were openly feeling her
breasts now and vocalising their pleasure loudly.
"God-damn, she's a hot one," Stu muttered, "I love
small tits!"
"Let's suck her," said his compatriot, thrusting one
hand roughly down her top. I had to unzip myself
quickly, before I suffered a compound fracture of an
item that could well prove to be inoperable upon.
Unable to pull her top off, with her hands tied as they
were, the two of them simply tugged it up, exposing her
flimsy little bra a matching blue one. The very bra
that I had frequently lusted over, wanting to slip my
own fingers down as I stood behind her writing desk.
"Nooooooooooooooo" she wailed as they roughly pushed it
too, right up, completely exposing both her milky white
breasts to the trio's gaze. I had to approach the bed
for a clearer view.
"What do you reckon Jim?" said Gary, looking up at me,
cleverly not using my real name. "Have a feel my
friend, she's one hot little piece of ass."
I had to do it, and bending down, took a hold of her
right breast, feeling it, cupping it and smoothing my
hand across its center, experiencing the texture of
that beautiful brown nipple that undoubtedly was
showing signs of unforced arousal. I watched as Stu
began to suck the other one as my daughter squirmed and
wriggled in an agony of despair.
She would have been able to feel all four sets of hands
and lips on her, taking liberties she could barely
comprehend. Right then, Gary moved it up to the next
level, slipping a hand up her skirt and gently
smoothing along her inner thigh, moving ever upwards.
As he did so, her hemline was dragged higher until the
lower left leg of her tight blue knickers was exposed.
Steffi gasped with horror, realising how open she must
look. Oh God! And how did she look???
As all three of them fumbled with the zip, pulling her
skirt right up now, fully exposing her panties, she
cried out, "Don't do this... please!!" Stu leaned
forward and it looked to me like he kissed her hard on
the pussy. She let out a real yelp of shock and
wriggled, which achieved no more than making her look
more vulnerable and sexy than ever.
"Let's spank her," suggested Stu. Gary looked across at
me I shook my head and he responded in like fashion
to his friend. We definitely weren't getting into that
area, besides, with what else was obviously planned,
that's the last thing she needed. But dear God, just
for a few seconds, lying there on her tummy where they
had rolled her, tied like that, blindfolded and with
her hot little knickers begging to be paddled, it was
touch and go.
Obviously Steffi's vulnerability was too much for Gary.
I watched as he just slipped a hand up between her legs
and began rubbing her pussy through her panties with
frenzied deliberation.
"Don't... don't do that - please," she tried to draw
her knees up to limit access to the front of her
knickers. Those whimpers were heartbreaking had it not
been for the sheer spectacle of seeing an innocent
little girl being sexually abused quite openly.
"Hold her legs for me," said Gary. "Let's have some fun
with her."
Pulling her once more on to her back, the two men took
a hold of her legs - a hand each under one knee and
forced her legs wide apart. Even as she was sobbing
"Noooooooooooooo!" plaintively, I dropped a hand to my
own erection, watching dry-mouthed as Gary slipped a
hand up inside the leg of her panties and found what he
was looking for. Her restrainers were amusing
themselves meanwhile feeling her breasts and rubbing
her nipples fully exposed as they were.
"God, she's hot and tight," he muttered, one finger
obviously having penetrated her vaginal cavity.
Steffi was shaking her pretty head as if in denial of
what was happening to her. I couldn't however wrench my
gaze away from her splayed legs and Gary's hand
performing unspeakably crude things beneath her
panties.
"Let's see her pussy," said Stu, continuing to rub her
left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "She's
getting really hard here now." He added, inclining his
head towards her breasts and indeed I could see that
her nipples were quite distended a fully automated
response to the stimulation they were receiving,
unwanted or not.
Pushing her legs together just long enough for Gary to
tug her knickers down and pull one leg clear of them,
she gasped and wriggled with fear and embarrassment at
having her young genitals exposed in such vulnerable a
position. Stu whistled his delight at the scene before
him while the other man simply muttered, "Jesus what a
hot little cunt," to no-one in particular.
A "hot little cunt" it was too! I could but stare at,
what for so long I had simply imagined! - my daughter's
virginal and currently somewhat moist-looking slit.
Displayed before us in all its colorful and inviting
glory, not a man born could look upon the sight without
experiencing erectus supremus.
So hot was she lying there like that. Softly curved
hips, wonderfully flat and smooth tummy blending-in
with those cute light-brown curls framing her hitherto
protected labia that Gary now was separating so
carefully with his fingers, while she cringed and shook
her head in shame and horror. Her knickers, hanging
loose off her left ankle completed the picture of
abject debasement, her own personal flag. Not so much
at half-mast as bearing witness to the death of their
young owner's innocence.
Gary's instructions of "Hold her legs wide now,"
signalled the end of tease and the onset of a new life
for Stephanie. I could feel the flames of Hell being
stoked for me even then a burning ember to be
conflagrated for eternity. Stephanie's agony would be
short mine, unending!
The rape could have been worse! Maybe because I was
there..perhaps because he did have some remnants of
compassion himself, but Gary took his time. Despite her
tears and quivers of disbelief that this could be
happening to her, her pussy was obviously far from dry
and even as Gary slipped his erection in the first inch
or so, he let out a cry of "God, she is sooo tight," as
he cupped her bottom and held her up marginally.
I had to ease the burning lust between my own legs and
began stroking myself as I watched him sink it further
in. Steffi was sobbing loudly and pleading with him not
to rape her and that she could get pregnant. That was
something I hadn't been thinking of, but her very words
of warning just upped the ante. The thought of watching
her get pregnant simply added fuel to the furnace
despite the obviously damning consequences.
Her cries of "Ohhh, that hurts! Please stop," signified
that Gary had reached her hymen. Momentarily, he pulled
back. Stunned, I noticed a considerable amount of
glistening moisture trickle out of her pussy and down
her leg. She must have been highly lubricated despite
the circumstances.
"It will be very quick sweetie," he said and thrust
into her. Before they could get a hand over her mouth,
Steffi screamed. It was a scream of pain, shock, lost
innocence and God-knows what else. Withdrawing
temporarily, we could all see the red-tinged rivulets
trickle out of her, staining with the mark of Cain,
Gary's virginal-challenging intruder.
He was in her now and although not raping her with
insensitive cervical thrusts, was running his own
little gamut of repressed sexual release. Still crying,
but otherwise just lying there, Steffi presented a
figure of resigned defeat as she allowed his lust to
run its course. The other two were muttering
obscenities watching the rape as Gary turned into the
home straight.
For myself, I was but milliseconds from finalising my
own little sexual contract, yet wanting to save the
entire warehoused stock for the main delivery that
for which I had agreed to this diabolical tryst. I let
go of my erection breathing stertorously.
"Fuck me, I'm going to fill her cunt," Gary announced,
before pulsing into her for fully ten seconds. I wish I
had been able to see Steffi's eyes right at that moment
it would almost have been worth the twenty years hard
labor.
He pulled out and I saw a thin stream of viscous white
fluid seep out of her pussy. Having let go of her legs,
Steffi closed them and half-turned on her side moaning
and sobbing. Her breasts wobbled slightly and presented
an unimaginably arousing sight, her nipples very erect
and her cleavage well delineated at that angle.
Her rest-period was short-lived. Stu pulled her now to
the edge of the bed as the other two again held her
legs bent at the knee and spread wide for easy access.
He pushed his cock hard into her and she grunted with
surprise. I felt pre-cum trickling down my own leg as
Stu fucked Steffi with plenty of zest. Her breasts were
vibrating with each thrust and her head being tossed
from side to side as he worked to slake the lust he had
built up most likely watching Gary fuck her.
Again she just lay there, letting this thing of evil
roll over her. I did notice I thought, the slightest
quiver of her own hips as he neared the red line. "You
are such a fucking hot little tease," Stu announced as
he neared full countdown. Grabbing her around the hips,
he leant forward and began sucking her right nipple
while still taking her so deep.
They had her legs incredibly spread now and to see cum
actually running out of her as she was being raped
stupid was just beyond white-heat. He came in her with
the inertia of a road-train and I noticed that even
when they let go of her legs, she made no immediate
attempt to close them.
Both Stu and Steffi were breathless. Again, she turned
on her side and just lay there moaning quietly. Her
arms must have been aching incredibly.
By the time the third guy was half-way through fucking
her, there could be no doubt she was responding...if
not unwillingly. I could see her hips moving upwards to
accommodate his thrusts and her moaning did not
necessarily appear to reflect her total dislike of what
was happening. I could be wrong.
"Well Jim," Gary was saying, "Want to wrap this up now?
You want to fuck her?"
Not being able to speak obviously, I intimated for two
of them to hold her legs. This, after all this time was
my moment. I was finally getting to fuck my sexy little
daughter and how hot must that by necessity appear to
the other three?
I looked down at her... at the exposed nipples still
majorly erect, her ravaged pussy pulsing out waves of
white goo as I watched and that inviting slit not a
foot away from the biggest damn erection I ever had.
Slipping it in to her was as easy as passing a hot
needle through butter. I so wanted to kiss her, tell
her it was me, hold her and make love to her, It was
though, far too late for any romantic notions. Time
simply to fuck her silly!
Grabbing her hips, I somehow locked-on to that median
line between full-on rape and passionate affection. I
think she sensed something. Not that it was me but
that it was somehow quite different from the other
three.
Probably having a need to tend their own out-of-control
urges, both Gary and Stu relinquished their grasp on
her legs. Amazingly, she made no attempt to close them,
simply lying there as I fucked her in a frenzy of
incestuous lust.
Even as I reached the zenith of my forbidden coupling,
I became aware of the other three kneeling over Steffi
and wanking white streams across her face, her nipples
and her lower abdomen. It triggered my own delivery
mechanism and I would be prepared to swear that as I
pumped into her a world-record amount of semen, I felt
her cum also. Maybe wishful thinking on my part I'll
never know.
Amidst the ensuing silence, the four of us just stood
or knelt there, watching Steffi wriggle slowly on the
bed, and moan abstractly. Glistening cum ran down
between her breasts as well as trickling down her
cheek. I'm not even sure she noticed.
She half sat-up and pleaded with her captors "Please,
don't rape me anymore. I'm just so sore and my arms are
hurting." I went over to her, pulled her bra back down
to cover her breasts and then tugged her knickers back
up. Even then, cum was squelching out of her, soaking
the front of the thin blue cotton. She would be needing
one hell of a shower when she got home.
Gary nodded to me to be off and I silently took my
leave, trembling now with the full realisation of what
I had orchestrated. The few moments of intense sexual
nirvana had come at a dreadful price.
I had been home less than quarter of an hour when there
was a commotion at the front door. Opening it, I was
confronted by Gary.
"We're just parked around the corner," he said. "I've
told your daughter you'll be killed if either of you
make any attempt to involve the Police. Open your
garage up now so we can drive in and unload her, OK?"
He winked at me. "God she was fucking hot, wasn't she?"
I nodded blankly.
Backing the Transit in, they bundled Steffi, still
blindfolded and tied, out the back and into my arms.
She started to sob uncontrollably.
"Don't even think about untying her or removing the
blindfold till we're down the street," said Gary, "You
know what will happen!" He climbed back into the van
and it rolled out of the driveway.
Even as the roller-door descended, I untied her wrists
and removed her blindfold. Her little face, stained
equally by cum and tears looked up at me.
"What the hell happened to you sweetheart?" I had no
trouble letting my own tears flow. "What have they done
with you? How did this happen?"
"I'm OK dad," she replied, shaking and clinging to me.
"Did they...? Did they er, do anything to you sexually
Stephanie?"
She just broke down, "Ohh dad, I'm soo sorry," Her
tears were compounded by choking emotion.
"They didn't... rape you did they?!" I think I was
convincing. Memories of the event flooding back in
wide-screen full surround sound.
She nodded.
"Oh my God Steph, We have to call the Police!" I said
to her, applying a touch of reverse psychology.
"No dad, you mustn't. They told me what will happen if
you do that. She was rubbing her wrists now trying to
restore some proper blood flow I imagine.
"Yeah, well they threatened me too honey, but we must
report this," I responded.
"Look dad, its done now... I'm just so sorry I've let
you down." The tears flowed again with a vengeance. My
own too.
"Oh, my beautiful girl," I said to her, "Do you think I
blame you for this? What happened though? How did you
end up with them?
She told me everything. About being kidnapped, tied-up
and blindfolded, taken to a house and being raped by
several men. I held her to me while she talked and I
responded as one would expect a stricken father to
respond under such circumstances.
"What if I'm pregnant dad?" she blurted out suddenly.
"Well sweetheart," I told her, "That's a bridge we will
cross if and when we have to. Let's not worry ourselves
prematurely huh? I managed to smile at her
reassuringly.
As one might surmise, more than anything else she
wanted a long hot shower. I kissed her, told her how
much I loved her and suggested she go wash away the
memories of her recent encounter.
"What do you mean dad?" she asked.
"Well sweetheart, I just mean that having been raped by
four men you could probably do with a hot shower..."
I heard the sudden intake of breath... "How did you
know there were FOUR of them dad?"
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They saved my trial till last. The media of course had
a field-day. "Father at the center of plot to pack-rape
his own daughter." Gary and his mates obviously took
the plea-bargain option, conditional upon their
agreeing to be the main prosecution witnesses.
As the judge said to me in her summing up, having
announced the guilty verdict. "No words can describe
the actions of a man who would willingly betray his
daughter's love and sacrifice her innocence for a few
fleeting moments of carnal pleasure." Her lips were
quivering as she added, "If there is any justice in the
hereafter, let us hope that your soul will be damned
for all eternity."
So as I said at the outset I will be going to Hell.
Twice actually twenty five years of it in Folsom
County, the balance when they bury me in that un-marked
grave!
The only good news she wasn't pregnant!
(c) Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/166938
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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