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Witness To Rape
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Quite incredible how one's normal if not falsely
comfortable life can be upended with absolutely no
warning. How a close-knit family can suddenly find
itself living through a nightmare of unparalleled
horror and wretched experience, only to discover that
their own concepts of decency and parental devotion are
but false pillars of virtue. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, 1st)
***
I pen this self-condemning tale of behavioral
dysfunctionality while the images remain fresh in the
mind, it having only somewhat recently occurred. A
theorist may surmise that this is nothing more on my
part, than a blatant wish to exorcise my own
involvement, a weak attempt to dredge up sympathy in
place of the rightfully earned condemnation warranted.
I leave it for you to judge dear reader.
As some background, let me simply say that I am thirty-
six years old, an Investment consultant with an
International Merchant banking group. My wife Cathy,
who I married at eighteen, is just thirty-three and a
journalist by profession. We have two daughters, both
pretty little blondes – Natalie fifteen and Melissa
twelve, in grades 10 and 7 respectively at the local
High School. We live in a what might be termed one of
the "better" suburbs, although our home is merely
comfortable rather than ostentatious.
On the night in question, we had just finished dinner
and were ensconced in the lounge watching a new DVD.
The doorbell sounded and Natalie jumped up "I'll get it
dad," she said, "Its probably Jackie." (a girlfriend) I
glanced at her as she took off for the front door...
.God, those little skirts just keep getting shorter...
and tighter!
There was the sound of some minor kerfuffle and the
next thing we knew, Natalie was being bundled through
the door ahead of four men all dressed in dark clothing
and wearing balaclavas. One had his hands across her
mouth as he propelled her forward. I leaped up as the
man holding Natalie produced a knife.
"Unless you want your daughter's blood all over this
expensive carpet dad... I'd sit down... now!" Just
inches from her throat, it didn't leave a great deal of
choice. Natalie was terrified and obviously shaking.
Little Melissa burst into tears and hugged Cathy for
support! That we should be victims of a home-invasion
had never occurred to me – these things don't do they?
It only happens to other unfortunate families...
usually on page three or four of the local paper! Cathy
was hugging Melissa to her, "Just take what you want
and go," she pleaded.
"Well thanks for that kind invite, we might do just
that," said the man. There was a trace of an accent
there but I couldn't place it. He was young, mid
twenties I would estimate and well over six foot. His
masked cohorts weren't much smaller. He pushed Natalie
towards one of the other men. "Cute little thing isn't
she?... Hold her and keep her quiet." He produced a gun
from his rear pocket.
"OK dad, lets get down to business... money, credit
cards... etc," he waved the gun in Cathy's direction.
"Don't figure you want to give us too much trouble...
right mate?" Watching the second man grasping Natalie's
arms tight, seeing her struggle and guessing that he
had an eyeful down her tight little red top, I felt an
involuntary flush of heat and was immediately ashamed.
I handed over my wallet, Cathy's purse and what cash we
had in the house which wasn't much. Also the credit
cards, which I knew of course were useless without the
pin-numbers. Obviously they had plans to deal with that
situation when they came to it.
"Well normally we'd be on our way folks," said our
masked host, "But I have to tell you that is one pretty
little daughter you have there dad. I think the boys
might just want a few extra moments of your time." The
man holding Natalie grunted something unintelligible.
Cathy's hands flew to her mouth "Don't even think of
touching her... she's only fifteen." I leaped to my
feet and found a gun at my temple.
"Now here's the situation folks," he was continuing.
"Anyone do anything and dad here, gets dead real quick.
Don't fuck with us, I ain't kidding you!" Nor was he.
We could but watch as Natalie was pulled into a sitting
position on the man's lap in the nearest chair. The man
holding her began to rub her breasts as she sobbed and
tried to move his hands. "Nice tits" he muttered... a
hand down her top now. The guy holding the gun against
my head addressed Cathy who was covering Melissa's eyes
as she clutched her to her breast.
"Let her sit up... I want her to watch her sister." He
cocked the gun against my head. Cathy had no choice
either and had Melissa sit up beside her. The poor
little thing was shaking with fear and her expression
was one of denial as she watched them grope her elder
sister.
"How long since you put this little cutie over your
knee and paddled her?" asked her immediate captor as he
continued fondling her breasts and nuzzling her neck. I
just stared at him.
"Well answer the man," said Mr. Six Foot plus.
"I don't know," I muttered... "Probably nine-ten years,
why?"
"Because its time she had another," he replied. With
that, he simply lifted her and put her across his knee.
"Girls this age need a spanking," he said, "Gets them
in the mood!" She yelped as he spanked her bottom. I
noticed one hand slip beneath her as he started to
grope her breasts again. The next two smacks were
really hard and to our horror, her panties were very
visible beneath her short skirt. Natalie tried to cover
her bottom but one of the other men held her arms while
the fourth intruder held her legs.
Watching the scene, I felt my first twinge of arousal.
Seeing your daughter being spanked across a stranger's
knee is quite something, believe me, especially with
her black panties quite clearly on view.
"Lets make this more interesting," he said and pulled
her skirt right up. Cathy and Melissa gasped. I just
stared. As he began to spank Natalie hard on her barely
covered bum, the man holding her arms commenced groping
her breasts also... quite obviously squeezing and
rubbing her with decided vigor.
The guy at her feet whose view of her legs and bottom
was unimpeded, to say the least... suddenly put his
hands up under her and appeared to be feeling-her up
near to or directly beneath her pussy. Natalie cried
out "No... don't... please.." Cathy started sobbing. I
felt the onset of the biggest erection in history.
"Please... let her go." sniffled Cathy. Melissa was
staring as hard as me.
"No problem mate," said the man across whose lap she
lay and with that he sat Natalie up in his lap. The man
holding the gun on me turned and said, "You can't tell
me dad, you didn't enjoy that just the slightest bit?"
Then laughing, he addressed the others. "Lets get on
with it... c'mon fuck the little bitch!" Cathy moaned
and tried to shield Melissa's face but Mr. Six-Foot-
plus pressed the gun to my forehead harder... "The kid
watches lady you got that?"
I saw Natalie horrified as one of the men put his hands
up between her legs. Rubbing the front of her knickers
he turned to me across the room and smiling said "Hot
little pussy dad... .want some?" They all guffawed.
Then he roughly pulled her panties aside and both Cathy
and I could see her dark curly hair and her virginal
pussy.
Kneeling there, the man pulled his cock out which was
not surprisingly very erect and little Natalie was just
staring at it. As her arms were pinioned the man, still
holding her knickers to one side, pushed it at the
entrance. Natalie screamed and the fourth man slapped
her hard across the face. "You do that again love, your
daddy's dead... got it?"
Watching your daughter lose her virginity by violence,
and the pain suffered by virtue of the fact, should be
enough to consign one close to madness. In my case, the
horror of the situation was incredibly balanced by the
voyeuristic pleasure of seeing a cock in my daughter's
pussy. He actually did spare her real agony and
penetrated her with some degree of care.
She still bled and cried copious amounts of tears but
already having negotiated nature's stop sign, he thrust
in to her so deeply that even Natalie appeared to be
marginally accepting of her situation. Cathy and
Melissa were crying uncontrollably... my mouth was dry!
The man spurted into her and Natalie gasped and shook.
"Now that's what I call a decent fuck," said Mr. Gun-
at-my-head. The guy who had been holding her legs moved
center stage now. Slightly angle on to us, Cathy,
Melissa and I could see everything. They pulled
Natalie's panties down with indecent haste, and one of
them removed her top.
Lying against the man now with just her bra on, and
even the straps were hanging down her arms as if
surrendering the moment, she was breathing heavily. One
of them began groping her breasts again as the second
man pulled out his cock. With her legs held way apart
she let out a gasp as he pushed hard into her. With far
less finesse than the first man, he was ramming it into
her and mouthing all sorts of filth we really couldn't
hear. Natalie's body was crushed against the man she
was seated on.
The harder and deeper he penetrated her, the wider
Melissa's eyes grew. Cathy even stopped sobbing and
just stared as her daughter was raped and abused.
Natalie's body took it all and exactly what my feelings
were I could not say. Almost desensitised by the
violence being inflicted on her, I felt my own arousal
reaching "danger level" and I despised myself for my
weakness. Suddenly my captors' words jolted me from my
reverie.
"Something you've always wanted to see dad eh? Your
daughter being raped? Pretty damn hot ain't it? I'm up
now so you'll have to wait your turn..." With that he
laughed and tossed the gun to the man who had just
filled Natalie's pussy to overflowing. Zipping himself
up, he crossed over to me and holding the gun at my
temple said "Fuck, she's a hot little cunt!" I should
have killed him and risked death myself... but all I
wanted right then was to see Natalie fucked again.
The man knelt down and tried to kiss her. When she
spurned his advance, he tore her bra off and said,
"So's your daddy can see you completely nude kid... I
think he likes it." He pulled his cock free and took
her hand which he wrapped around it. "Never felt a cock
before have you girl? Well, you're gonna feel this one
a lot.!" With that he pulled her off the guy's lap and
made her kneel on the carpet on all fours. I could
barely watch. Moving behind her, and we could see her
bum was still red from the spanking, he pulled her legs
apart and put his fingers in her pussy. She stiffened
but as he continued to finger and manipulate her I
swear I heard her moan... as did Cathy. Her labia were
glistening from the cum dripping out of her and as the
man lunged into her she gasped again.
"Jesus, she's hot and wet," he said to no-one in
particular. But as he set up a rhythm, Natalie was
definitely responding. Oblivious to the other two men
who were rubbing her tits now and pulling on her very
erect nipples she was pushing back on the cock that was
entering her.
"That's a good little slut," said the man. "Show your
daddy how much you like being fucked." With that he
began to penetrate her with considerable force and as
he reached his peak rhythm, Natalie was rocking back on
her knees accommodating his thrusts and moaning
audibly. He took hold of her hair and pulled her head
back. "Beg for it" he demanded of her. I don't know if
she knew what he meant but it was of little matter
anyway as he was gripped by his own orgasm and just
pumped load after load into her.
Cathy got up and went to her daughter... no-one moved
to stop her. What happened next blew the collective
consciousness. Just as Cathy knelt down to cradle
Natalie, two of the men grabbed her, one rubbing her
breasts as the other pushed her on her back. With the
gun still at my head I could but watch. They had
Cathy's tits out in seconds and her dress pushed up to
her waist as she lay there not two feet from Natalie
who was still crouched on her knees.
"Let's see her pussy," said one as they tugged down her
gossamer-thin knickers. Cathy's struggles were useless
and kneeling between her legs one of the men pushed his
still erect cock hard up into her.
The other men held her arms as he watched his partner
rape her. When she started to scream they simply
retrieved her knickers and stuffed them into her mouth.
All three took turns abusing her and like her
daughter... by the third rape, Cathy seemed resigned to
her fate, to the extent of spreading her own legs
voluntarily. Natalie watched proceedings with a renewed
interest and not a few tears. She had pulled her
panties back on but was otherwise naked.
I had probably expected it and secretly even maybe
"hoped" for it but after all four had fucked Cathy, Mr.
Six-Foot-plus knelt down beside her and with the gun at
her head said to me, "Time to fuck your own daughter
dad." I begged them ... anything but that, but as they
cocked the gun at Cathy's terrified face Natalie called
to me. "C'mon dad, please... they'll hurt mum. Do it –
I'll understand really!" She began to pull her panties
down.
"No," said the man, "Leave them girl, we want your dad
to fuck you with them on, and get on your knees." She
did as they asked. Little Melissa, shocked and alone on
the lounge now was staring at her sister's bottom as
she got on her knees for me.
"And the little one dad... .lets see her panties, she's
old enough!"
She's only twelve I said, please don't rape her.
"Who said anything about raping her?" said the man,
"Just want to see her panties. Do I HAVE to remind
you?" he pushed the muzzle of the gun against Cathy's
face.
I turned to Melissa. "Pull your skirt up Melissa...
it'll be OK."
Struggling to cope with the situation, she did as I
asked and the men nodded approvingly as we all saw her
light green knickers exposed.
"Cute panties. Now lets see her pussy too," said one,
and Melissa didn't even wait for my ok, she just held
the panties shyly to one side and I have to admit I
almost came in my own pants seeing her young pussy
exposed to all the men.
"OK sweetheart, now just sit their like that, keep your
legs apart while your daddy fucks your sister." said
one guy, his hand still rubbing Cathy's pussy. The
other man had his head down sucking her left breast.
Natalie was waiting for me beside her mum.
"I have to do this," I said to Melissa... "Try and
understand sweetie."
At close range, Natalie's cute bum was enough to
regenerate the hardest erection. "I won't hurt you
Nat," I said as I knelt behind her. They made her hold
her own knickers to one side as I gently pushed my cock
into her. She wriggled and whispered to me, "I love you
dad, just fuck me and get it over with."
The feeling of having my cock in my own daughter was
simply desire unplugged. I recall Cathy's face as I
gently penetrated Natalie. If I didn't know better, I'd
say she was as turned-on as me. She was paying less
than no heed to what they were doing to her or even to
Melissa sitting on the lounge with her pussy exposed.
As I pushed in harder Natalie groaned. Her beautiful
bottom undulated as I thrust into her. There was no
need to hold her knickers now as I was well inside and
she was just so wet and sticky anyway. I increased the
tempo and she began to audibly moan.
"That's it dad, keep fucking her," said one of the men.
A second was standing over Natalie and wanking directly
over her bum, the other somewhat violently raping Cathy
again whose legs were spread like a whore and whose
eyes were watching both daughters' predicament. The man
with the gun had wandered over to Melissa and began to
rub her pussy as he wanked.
I was thrusting as hard as I could now into Natalie who
was moaning in plain audible range of everyone there.
"Fuck me dad," she whispered, as she pushed her cute
little bottom back on to my cock.
This drove me to madness. I had to fill her up. As I
spurted into her I felt her gasp as she put her hands
down between her legs and rubbed her own pussy. The man
wanking over her, shot a stream of hot cum on to her
panties as Natalie had what was obviously a huge orgasm
herself. Cathy also was wriggling on her back as the
man filled her yet again.
When I withdrew at last, Natalie slumped to the floor
and I turned round as the man who had been sitting
beside Melissa, finished wanking himself stupid,
spurting a stream of cum directly onto her little
pussy. Melissa looked stunned, but at least she was
saved any further degradation.
I begged them to leave but was faced with one last
obstacle. The small matter of the credit cards. They
demanded the PIN numbers which I was forced to write
down for them. They could I knew, only withdraw $1000
maximum from each account but this seemed to satisfy
their needs. The problem was however that in order to
guarantee I neither called the Police or cancelled the
PIN numbers, they insisted on taking Natalie with them
to the ATM. Again, we had no choice, as one of the gang
remained with us while they went. Even though she was
able to get dressed first, the thought of her wedged in
the back between two of them was a distinct worry.
They were gone at least forty minutes on what should
have been a ten minute trip, but finally Natalie was
returned and with the fourth gang member, all took
their leave. I questioned Nat at length as to whether
or not she was treated OK. All she would say is "I'm
alright dad." When I pressed her as to whether anything
happened, all she would admit is "Nothing I want to
talk about dad." Long have I pondered that scenario, so
much they could have done to her in even twenty
minutes! Did they fuck her again? strip her? suck her
nipples? make her suck them all? sodomise her? Did she
enjoy it?... I'll never know. But whenever I look at
her or kiss her goodnight, I just wonder.
We never did call the Police because all of us were too
ashamed of our own behavior. It could never have been
worth making our daughters front a court and give
detailed evidence, much of which would hardly have
strengthened our case anyway. Mercifully, neither
Natalie or Cathy fell pregnant either. We don't talk
about it, but when Cathy and I have had sex since, its
to die for!
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