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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!"

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.

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..."

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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."

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.

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!

Shortly after Julie left, Shannon came downstairs to find her brother in the kitchen, sipping at beer with a smile on his face. "Julie go home?", Shannon asked.

"Yeah. But she'll be back soon."

Shannon went to get herself a soda. "So what about little Miss Slut upstairs? What are you going to do with her?"

"I want you to go play with her", Mark said. Shannon grinned, but Mark held up his hand. "Not like that. Like little girls play. I want you to be friends with her."

What was he getting at? First, he'd stopped her from watching his tapes. Now, he wanted her to go play with Tiffany. It didn't make sense. "Why?"

Mark gave her a hard look. "You aren't any fun anymore, Shannon. You're too...mean. Rapists don't like mean little girls. They like sweet ones."

"So, what will they know? I can be sweet."

"It's not the same", Mark sighed. "Why do you think I don't do you anymore? Because I know it's all an act. You just aren't scared anymore. Not even of dying."

Shannon nodded. That was true. This...thing had consumed all of her. It was full time, more than a fantasy. It had become a way of life. She wasn't sure she liked that.

"You can't change that", she told him.

"Maybe I can. But I'll work on that later. I want you to go up and make friends with Tiffany. When Julie get's back, tie Tiffany up again. Then get down here. If you want to be mean, you're going to have a few more chances. But after that..." He trailed off and grinned. "Go on, get lost."

Shannon left, mystified by Mark's sudden change of behavior. She knew he was right, but she didn't think she could change. You can't undo the past.

She was nice to Tiffany, as nice as she could be. She untied the girl and bathed her, then braided her hair up again and dressed her, being friendly the whole time. Tiffany just wanted to go home.

Eventually Shannon got her into a game of dolls, and that calmed the little girl down. She heard Mark take Jolene's body out of his room and down the stairs, and did her best to keep Tiffany occupied while he was doing it.

It was amazing the way kids bounced back. One minute Tiffany was sobbing over the loss of her virginity (or more accurately, the hideous shock, fear and pain of the attack) and the next, she was smiling and enjoying dolls. Watching her, playing with her, Shannon felt a pang of longing for her lost innocence. She wanted to be like Tiffany again, but knew that could never be.

Mark drove up to the lake and weighted down Jolene's body with rocks, then threw it in. There were a lot of bodies in that lake. Pretty soon, Tiffany would probably be joining them as well.

He was still considering other possible uses for the girl. He wanted to keep her at least a few days, experiment with her. Nothing sick or vicious, but rather, something like he'd started out with on Shannon. He'd do nice things for her after each rape--sort of reward her. That hadn't worked with Shannon, but it might work with Tiffany. It was just an experiment, though; he'd have to get rid of her eventually.

On the way back home, he made a detour toward the "bad" part of town, to a small, ramshackle house that looked like it was ready to fall over. Nobody was there, but he'd made an appointment to meet somebody last night. He pulled the car onto the weed choked lawn and locked it, then quickly made his way inside, ignored by the few homeless people and less seedy types that frequented the streets and back alleys.

Inside stunk of feces and vomit and the coppery stench of blood. It was in here that Mark had made his first snuff film. It was still used for that, sometimes, but he hadn't been here in a while.

"I'm here", he announced.

A tall, white haired man dressed in a business suit stepped out of one of the empty rooms. There was a bulge under his jacket that spoke of a very large gun. His calm blue eyes assayed Mark, then he nodded. "Right on time", he said.

Mark let out a deep breath. The guy's name was Max--just Max. Nobody seemed to know much about him. He never joined them for rapes or helped kidnap kids. Mostly, he trafficked in special drugs and devices and helped to get the snuff films distributed. Nothing else.

Max actually scared Mark. The guy was an enigma--cool and to the point, smart as a whip and quick as one, too. He could pick out a lie in a minute and let you know about it. He was always tense, always ready, and didn't like people who beat around the bush. He reminded Mark of a time bomb.

"I'm here about that behavior stuff you told me about", Mark stated. "What is it, a drug?"

Max leaned back against the wall, his face expressionless. "It's a drug and more, Mark. It's actually an overlapping three part process involving drugs, hypnosis and subliminal messages carried on audio tape. The drug is the simplest part. It inhibits certain...unnatural urges. In the shortest terms, it makes one want to be submissive. By itself, it's only use would be as a sort of sedative, similar to sodium pentathol. But when combined with the subliminal messages and the hypnosis, it can work wonders."

"So how much?"

Max sneered, then his face went blank again. "Money. Money and sex. With little girls. Is that all you think of, Mark?" He shook his head. "There's more to it than "how much". I have to establish the program, detail it for each victim personally. That takes time. When that's done, we'll discuss cost." He sighed, folding his arms over his chest. "Now, who do you want this for?"

"My sister", Mark told him. "I want her to get her innocence back. But I don't want her to lose the urge to get raped. I just don't want her to like it as much as she does now."

"Innocence stolen is innocence lost, Mark", Max explained softly. "But you can restore something of her personality. You said she's becoming a real bitch, like someone else you know."

"Yes", Mark agreed. "So can this do it?"

"I believe so. It'll take a few days, maybe a week. I'll call you when it's ready. The cost will be minimal--let's say ten thousand to start."

Mark nodded. He could get the money easily. His family was loaded. They just didn't flaunt it. "Okay. You've got a deal."

"I'm pleased, Mark, very pleased. Now I suggest you get home to little Tiffany and the Roberts twins."

Mark started. "How did you know that?"

"I know many things, Mark." He grinned, a rictus grin not unlike that of Death itself. "Many things." The grin faded as quickly as it came, and he stepped out of the room, leaving Mark feeling vaguely chilled.

Shannon heard the front door open and close. She heard footsteps on the stairs, too light to be Mark's. So it had to be Julie, and Mark wasn't home yet.

She turned to Tiffany. She'd been having fun, playing with the girl, and suddenly felt guilty about both her earlier thoughts and the knowledge that now she was supposed to tie her up. The idea was still strongly appealing, but she just didn't want to. She'd have to find some other way.

Julie came in without knocking. Tiffany looked up and smiled. "Hi Julie", she said brightly, then turned back to the dolls.

Shannon saw her friend watching them, mouth agape. Quickly she got up and pushed Julie out, shutting the door. "Mark went out and I untied her. She's really a good kid. I like her."

"You like to see Mark rape her", Julie said bitterly.

Shannon shook her head. "No...well, yes, but...I don't know. I guess I wish I was like her again."

"Me too", Julie sighed.

"And I don't want to tie her up. Maybe if I can keep her quiet--"

"Have you seen the twins?", Julie asked. "They aren't at the house and I'm worried...that Mark..."

"I haven't seen them", Shannon admitted. "And Mark didn't say anything."

"He promised he wouldn't touch them...", Julie said thoughtfully.

Shannon shrugged. She knew nothing, but had a pretty good idea that Mark had taken them. Only he hadn't told her as much. "I don't know."

The front door slammed a moment later Mark came up. He grinned at them. "Julie! Back so soon?"

"I can't find the twins", she said apprehensively. "I don't want Mom worrying and--"

"Don't worry. I saw them earlier, heading toward the playground or something with a couple of other girls. And no, I didn't take them."

Julie looked visibly relieved. "Now go downstairs and watch TV or something. Both of you", Mark told them. Julie started down, but Shannon stayed behind. As soon as Julie was out of sight, she grabbed Mark's arm.

"Please Mark, don't tie Tiffany up again. She's been really good. Please, I mean it. I'm not acting. I really like her."

Mark shook his head. "She's got to be tied up. I can't take chances. I'm not going to do her right off, if that's what your worried about. Now go down and stay with Julie. It's almost time for her punishment."

"Alright", Shannon agreed quietly.

The second Tiffany saw Mark, she let out a scream and ran for a corner, curling up into a ball. Mark felt the urge to rape the girl again but held back. He wanted to save it for the twins. "Get up", he demanded. Tiffany didn't move. "Get up or I'll really hurt you!"

Sobbing and shaking, the little girl got up. Mark grabbed her wrist and slapped her ass. "That's for screaming", he told her, then flung her face down onto the bed and tied her hands with rope he kept handy. He gagged her and hauled her to her feet, shaking her. "Now listen to me, Tiffany. I won't hurt you. Not right away. But you'd better learn to be good and do what I say or you'll never go home. You got that?"

The little girl nodded. "Good. Now I want you to stay put up here." He pushed her back onto the bed and tied her ankles. "If you're a good girl and don't make a fuss, I'll untie you later and let you play with Shannon. Okay?"

Tiffany nodded again, quieting a little. Mark gave her a quick kiss on the cheek--part of his "reward" plan--and left. Now, it was time to teach Julie a lesson.

Julie sat on the couch and watched the kitchen door nervously. Mark and Shannon were in there, making a lot of noise, and she couldn't go see--Mark had tied her wrists and ankles, obviously planning to have her again. He'd gagged her, too, but had left it hanging around her neck instead of in her mouth.

After about ten minutes they returned, Shannon carrying a large shopping bag. Mark put Julie's gag back in and lowered her to the floor, where Julie expected he'd start. But he didn't. Instead, Shannon knelt next to her, grinning wickedly.

Mark went back into the kitchen. Shannon leaned closer. "You've been bad, Julie. You lied and you tried to fool us. Now we're going to punish you for it. Really punish you." She reached into the bag and withdrew a carving knife, which she laid down next to Julie. Julie began to whimper, he heart pounding wildly in her chest. What were they going to do to her?

"It's going to be a very painful punishment, Julie", Shannon continued, withdrawing more items. A wooden spoon, a wine bottle, a wire whisk, part of a broom handle, a browning bulb, an eggbeater, and a thick, dark blue candle, along with a carrot, a cucumber and a dry, knobby eggplant gourd, and two mousetraps. "Very painful. Especially when I use this!" She held up the knife. "You'll bleed like a pig!"

Julie screamed and turned her head away. "Oh, don't be such a baby, Julie. I'm not going to put this in you...or will I? You've been so bad, Julie."

"Hey, Julie, look!", Mark called.

Julie turned her eyes toward the kitchen. She felt her heart drop. It couldn't be. But it was.

Mark stood there with the twins, grasping them both by the neck. Brandi was squirming, but Brianna stood still, her pretty young face so pale the freckles on her cheeks stood out.

Mark shoved Brandi into a chair and started tying her ankles. Julie heard Shannon giggle, and felt the flat, cold steel blade of the carving knife slide up her thigh, under the hem of the skin-tight, very short white shorts she wore. Still giggling, Shannon cut them up the side, and the panties as well, pushing them away. With her slit so exposed, Julie tensed as Shannon lowered the tip of the knife to the out folds, grinning.

"Should I, Julie? Should I shove it in and make you bleed?" Julie shook her head furiously. "I guess your right", Shannon giggled. "I'll use this instead!" She held up the wire whisk, then plunged it against Julie's slit, twisting and forcing it in, Julie writhing in untold agony the entire time. At the same time she ripped Julie's blouse open and started pinching her sensitive nipples.

"Hold on", Mark yelled. "Take out her gag. And don't scream too loud, Julie, or your sisters will get it!" He stepped over her, leading Brianna. For a moment, Julie forgot anything but her sister. Shannon had removed her own gag, and Mark was now removing Brianna's. The little girl stood quietly, watching while Mark undid his pants...

"Please, Mark, no!", Julie screamed.

"Gag her, Shannon!", Mark shouted, turning his attention back to Brianna. "Now open up, Brianna, and take it in your mouth."

"I don't want to", Brianna sobbed.

"Well, I WANT you to!", Mark screamed, ramming his cock as far into her mouth as he could. Brianna choked as it hit the back of her throat and struggled to break away. "Don't bite me or Julie's dead!", Mark warned, just as he felt the girl's teeth closing down on his rod. He yanked it back out, Brianna choking and sobbing and gasping for air.

"Now you do what I want, or next time I'll keep it in there!", he snapped. "Now take it in your fucking mouth!"

Sobbing, Brianna leaned forward and took as much as she could get into her mouth. "Now suck on it!", Mark demanded. Nervously, the little girl's lips began to work on him.

Across the room, Julie screamed. Mark looked over and saw that Shannon had buried a wire whisk into the girl's cunt, so far that the handle was no long visible. She twisted it and worked it around, laughing at Julie's pain. Then, with a grin, she picked up a mousetrap and snapped it closed over Julie's nipple, giggling hysterically.

Mark's attention returned to Brianna. Her tear filled eyes were pleading, and just the sight of that, and the sight of his cock plunged into her young mouth, made him cum.

Brianna gagged right away, but Mark was relentless. He grabbed her head and told her to swallow. She kept choking. She was turning blue by the time he let go. She stumbled back, choking and sobbing and making faces. "Why are you doing this?", she begged.

"Because of Julie", Mark said, "she WANTED us to. She likes it!" He saw Brianna's eyes go to Julie--sad, pain filled eyes. If Julie noticed, it was hard to say. She was in too much pain herself, being worked at with that wire whisk, which Shannon was only now trying to remove from her cunt--with painful results.

Mark turned Brianna's gaze back to him and shoved her gag back into her mouth. He pushed the little girl to the floor, banging her head off the carpet, and yanked her shorts down. She wore cute, plain white cotton panties. Eagerly Mark tore them away and reared up, ready to ram into her. This, he knew, was going to be the absolute best yet.

The sunset turned the sea into a golden-red color as it settled down over the horizon, bathing the beach in twilight shadow. June Harris stared at it in a half-daze, her mind and body too exhausted to even enjoy the beauty of it.

Fourteen of them. She'd counted. Fourteen men had had their way with her over the past nine hours. Her crotch burned from the thrusts of their assaults and her mouth felt dry from having sucked so many huge cocks. Even her wrists and ankles hurt from the ropes that had been used to restrain her, and now had been removed.

She had been kidnapped early this morning as she left the cottage, bound, gagged and thrown into a truck, where the rape had begun almost immediately. It had continued on all day, almost without respite. Then she'd been dumped here on the beach, nude, her shorts and top torn away long ago and dumped along the roadside. June closed her eyes and felt hot tears spring into them.

She was so tired...but she felt so good. She liked to be raped, to be used. But even she had her limits and today those limits had been reached and exceeded. For the first time today she felt real fear, fear that someone else would come along and want to use her, and she didn't think she could take anymore of that.

She could have wound up dead. The only thing that prevented that--and there was no guarantee--was the tiny gold medal hanging around her neck. It said, "Rape me", in short, "but don't kill me." It marked her as a willing target for those who wanted to pursue their fantasies--other guests here at the resort, like herself. Most of the women wore them, and a few of the children, those whose owners or parents wanted them kept alive. Some wore silver medals, which said, "Hands off." But all of that, gold or silver, depended on who got you. Staff and guest played by the rules, usually. Nobody else had to. She wasn't sure if the guys who took her today had been staff or guests, but she was still alive, at least.

June had no desire to die. She simply wanted to be used, though right now, she didn't. Right now she wanted to go back to the cottage, take a shower, and get into bed. Maybe cry on her husband's shoulder. Brad was good for that, if little else. He couldn't satisfy her sexually; he was too gentle, too kind and nice. Sometimes she thought he hated her, secretly. In fact, she was pretty sure of that. But he always stuck by her.

Somehow, she found the strength to stand. She wavered for a few minutes, dizzy, then got her balance and took to brushing the sand off of her skin. Aside from the necklace, her attackers had left her sneakers, but nothing else. She must have been quite a sight.

Actually, she was quite beautiful. She was a small woman, five feet two inches, very slender, with small, round breasts and delicate pink nipples, now swollen and red from the assault. Her hair was black and wavy, falling in thick waves to the middle of her back, though it was now wild and tangled with sweat and sand. Her eyes were the violet blue of her daughters and her face was a perfect match in every way.

June thought a lot about her daughter lately, pleased that she should now be enjoying and experiencing what her mother had always loved. Mark's daily reports were encouraging in that degree.

Mark...June felt an insistent wetness in her middle that she wished would go away. But it was hard, especially when she thought of Mark. Mark was more than a son to her. He was her lover--her rapist. The best she'd ever had. And she'd made him herself.

June was fifteen when she had Mark. Prior to that, she'd gone through an abusive hell at the hands of her father and older brother, being sexually abused at almost every turn. Through them, June had learned how foul she was, what a whore and slut she was, and had grown to believe it as gospel, set in stone. When she'd met Brad and run off with him, she'd already been pregant with Mark--he was either her father's or brother's child, she didn't know.

Brad, being the kind, gentle soul he was, had encouraged her to keep the baby. Brad came from money and his marrying her (Brad was nineteen at the time) put a strain on the family; by having her bear a son, he was able to patch that strain, even if it wasn't his. And fortunately, Mark had come out okay. He just wouldn't stay that way.

Brad knew what she had gone through and at first, was understanding about it. He didn't rape her, as she wanted--she could not enjoy sex anymore unless it was forced--and she was forced to fake her orgasms and claim her undying love for him the whole time during their early marriage. She didn't love Brad. Her father and brother had stripped the ability to love a man from her. She needed him, however. She needed the money his family had and the life of freedom, freedom to do things on her own, that he offered.

Unfortuantely, shortly after Mark's birth, Brad had become...disatisfied with her. Her need for forced sex was not something he could do; she began sneaking out whenever she could, seeking to be raped whenever possible, and it didn't take long for Brad to find out. Within a year, he was already talking divorce. He didn't need her bringing scandal to his family, he told her.

June was in a quandry. She had no doubt Brad would support her after the divorce--he was still too kind of a man not to. But June had grown used to having money. She'd also--odd as it sounded--grown used to having a husband. Despite his dissatisfaction, June had some control over him. He was always trying to make her happy, to please her, within his own narrowly defined margin of reason. She didn't want to lose him. She might not have loved him, but it was hard to imagine life without him.

And then Brad gave her what he needed.

At first, June didn't know. Brad was twenty at the time and attending college. One night he'd gone to a party and come home, drunk and stoned. For the next few days afterward, he'd been unusually quiet, unwilling to talk about that night. Then a package had arrived for him. He wasn't home, so June had opened it. Inside was a newspaper article and a videotape. The article was about the search for the individuals who had gang raped and murdered a 15 year old girl. There was a picture of her there, too. June didn't understand until she saw the tape.

It showed the girl, tied down spread-eagle to a pool table, while dozens of college age boys raped her. One of them was Brad. He seemed completey out of it, as if he didn't know just what he was doing, but he was doing it. It was enough to get him on.

June made two copies of the tape, putting one in a safety deposit box under her own name and hiding the other with a "confidant" she knew. Then she'd confronted Brad with the evidence. Brad, horrified by this--not only the scandal, but also the fact that he was an accessory to the rape and murder of the girl--had quickly agreed to any terms she wanted. They were simple. No divorce, and he was to let her live her life as she wanted, covering up for her when he had to. And to this day, he had.

June stopped to look around. The beach was empty; it was nearly dark now and the lights in the cottages around the resort--a private one, for people like her, or her son--were burning, shouts and screams and laughter echoing out through open windows and doors. She heard a gunshot and knew that some kid had just been snuffed. Such noises and goings on were normal here.

She continued to trudge on, her thoughts returning again to her past. For the next seven years, she'd lived out her fantasies, albeit not daily, and had enjoyed Brad's attention. It was a loveless marriage, but Brad still cared about her, regardless. She still let him make love to her, even if she got nothing from it. That was how Shannon came about. She wound up with her father's hair and personality and the rest was her mother. Only from Mark's latest reports, it would seem, she'd also gotten her mother's personality.

As June watched her son grew, she became acutely aware of one fact--he was not her husband's child, but possibly her brothers or father's. A part of her, deeply buried, grew to resent her son because of that. It grew so bad, that when Mark turned eight, she began to rape him.

They weren't normal rapes, either. Not in the sense that she would molest him, or make him touch her. No. She would attack him with the brutality a man would attack her, binding the boy, forcing him to bring her to orgasm, bringing him to orgasm as well, humiliating and degrading him at every opportunity. In raping Mark, that deeply buried part of her was getting back at her father and brother, without her ever realizing it. At least, not until she'd read something about that. Not that it mattered, anyway.

For the next five years, she had raped Mark, threatening to expose him to his friends if he told anyone. Brad was aware of what was going on, but powerless to stop it. She often made him watch or assist, but never participate. Mark was hers and nobody else's.

June stopped again, just a few feet from her cottage. She could see two figures up ahead--a man and a young girl. The man was Brad; she could tell even from here. Tall, with wavy blonde hair and dark blue eyes, well built, he wore shorts and sneakers and a dark blue golf shirt. The girl was about twelve, Mexican, and very beautiful. Her skin was bronzed and flawless, that June could see, with dark eyes and a waist length mane of dark black hair. She wore a red short sleeve blouse and short white shorts with white sneakers. Her hands appeared to be bound behind her, and a gag hung around her neck, but she was smiling, speaking in perfect English to Brad. June had a pretty good idea of what was happening here. Brad had probably bought her from somebody. Not to have sex with, but to prevent it. Not that Brad didn't have sex with little girls, mind you. For the past five years he'd been doing it quite regularly. June thought he might even enjoy it. But he was always slow and gentle, and never initiated it. He practically had to be forced to do it, usually by her or Mark.

She watched Brad give the girl a hug, then lead her into the cottage. June would make him fuck her. It wasn't hard. All she had to do was threaten him with that tape. She had enough influence now with her in-laws to take control of Brad's finances if she had to--not that she wanted to, of course--so she knew he'd do it. Or maybe she'd have him bring her back to the States and let Mark use her. Mark had earned it.

June found herself wondering what Mark was doing tonight. Raping Shannon or Julie, or maybe some other girl? She'd love to know.

She started to remember the first time Mark had raped her. He'd been only 13 at the time, and had nearly killed her. She still didn't know why. All she knew, was it wasn't the only time he would do it.

June had been working part time as a secretary--just something to do--and had come home from work to find Mark waiting for her. Back then, Mark had been as tall as she was, and now was even taller; so he'd had little trouble slipping up behind her and putting his hand over her mouth, holding a knife to her throat. She could still remember that moment as clear as day: "Now, cunt, I've fucking had enough of you! I'm sick of you putting me down...mother! Now it's my turn!" And then he'd forced her into the kitchen and tied her to the table. Not long after, Shannon had come in--

Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. She felt the blade of a knife press against her throat, sharp against her skin. For a moment, lost in her memories, she thought it was Mark. Then reality hit and she realized it wasn't.

"Very nice of you", a voice breathed in her ear, "coming out all ready for me like this. Now we're going down the beach and have some fun, you and me. Only thing is, you won't be coming back." She felt the knife slide under the necklace and snap the blade. June whimpered with real fear. Not only was she to be raped--which for the first time in a long time, she didn't want--but she was also going to die.

Brad Harris gently undid the ropes that held the young girl's wrists, and took one of her hands, massaging the sore flesh. "Better?"

The girl nodded. Her name was Lupe. She was twelve and very sweet, though not totally innocent. Still a virgin, she understood sex to a great degree, having performed oral sex on men since she was only six. Brad had bought her out of pure fondness, but also because he wanted the girl to learn to enjoy sex, take it at her own pace.

"Would you like me to suck you?", Lupe asked, smiling brightly. She had a good mastery of English, having learned it from tourists most of her life. She couldn't read it, but she could speak it.

"Only if you want to", Brad told her.

"I do, daddy", she told him. He insisted she call him daddy.

"Then, when you're done, I'll show you something to really make you feel good", Brad promised.

Lupe leaned forward with a smile, her slender hands pulling his shorts down so his already hard cock could spring free. He had a huge cock, thick and long, and the girl was pleased. She gently kissed the head, then slowly worked it into her mouth.

Brad started to moan almost instantly. The girl continued to work his cock in, using plenty of tongue and saliva to aid her, sliding it in until Brad felt it enter her throat. Lupe could deep throat, a rare talent. Brad moaned in delight as she worked it in and out of her throat, her mouth, up and down, her tongue tickling at his glans, then sliding to the base of his cock until he was cumming.

When the girl had finished and was licking the last of his cum off of his cock, Brad leaned down and gave her a warm, gentle kiss on the mouth--Lupe's first. She blushed and giggled, then settled into his arms as he put them around her.

"That was very good, Lupe. Now I want to make you feel good", Brad told her. "Please take off your clothes."

Hesitantly, the girl got up and removed her clothes. She had a lovely body, already shapely, with small but firm, round breasts with light nipples. She stood in front of Brad, shivering a little.

"Are you going to put it in me?", she asked in a small voice.

"Not until you want me to", Brad told her, stuffing his cock back into his shorts. "Now lie down and relax. This will be wonderful for you."

The girl laid back on the pillows, and Brad lay down next to her, tucking one arm gently under her neck and kissing her softly on the mouth. His free hand slid over her body, gently caressing her nipples. Lupe moaned and began to kiss him harder.

Brad wanted to go slow with the girl, not frighten her. He continued to caress her nipples, which grew quite hard under his touch. Brad kissed down the length of her slender jaw, then to her neck, Lupe moaning the whole while. Her hands stroked his hair as he kissed her firmly across the neck and slender throat, working his way down to her breasts, and other points south.

Lupe let out a gasp of intense pleasure as he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it, the fingers of his free hand gently tweaking the other. "Yes, yes...", she was panting, and his slid his hand down to the slim, bald pussy between her legs, pleased to find it growing wet. He felt Lupe tense, her legs closing tight, then relaxing as he continued to caress her there.

Brad continued to work his way down, licking and kissing at her slender stomach, tonguing gently at her navel. Lupe was growing more excited, her entire body writhing on the bed with absolute pleasure.

There was one thing in life Brad had tried to impress on his corrupted son, and that was bringing pleasure to a woman. Mark rarely used it, however. Very rarely. Never with his mother, Brad knew, because he had tried to the same things on June with no effect.

In fact, all he'd ever gotten was humiliation. The few times he had managed to bring her to orgasm, June would cry out, "Yes, Mark, yes!" instead of his own name. Each was a crippling blow that had finally sunk him to the lowest levels, and robbed him of ever taking pleasure in his wife again. Ever.

He worked his way down Lupe's soft thighs, then back up to the hot, bald slit between her legs. Spreading the lips gently with his fingers, he thrust his tongue in and began to suck furiously.

Lupe didn't last long. She let out an ecstatic cry of pleasure and came. Brad drank her juices down greedily; she tasted so fresh and sweet. Finishing her up, Brad slid in next to his young lover and put his arms around her. "I love you", Lupe whispered sleepily.

"I love you too", he told her back.

Down the beach, June was ready to pass out. She couldn't take anymore. The man had raped her mouth, then her ass, and now was working on her cunt for the fourth time. Each thrust hurt worse than the last, and she was too exhausted to achieve orgasm. He wasn't having any trouble, however.

All of it reminded her of Mark. The first time he'd raped her, he'd raped until she was too exhausted to feel anything. There had been so much fury and anger in his assault, that he'd actually hurt her more than she was used to. And he'd only been 13!

He hadn't let up, in fact, until she'd passed out. When she came to, she was on her bed, her clothes still ripped, Mark leaning over her. "That was just the start", he'd told her. "There's more to come, bitch." She knew then that he hated her.

Unfortunately for him, June was older and more experienced, and soon had her son's love back--provided she let him use her as he wished. And she had, because he was the best sex she'd ever had. His rapes always left her satisfied. And while he did it, she began turning his attention elsewhere.

June had grown up being told that all little girls were dirty whores who deserved what she was getting. She had come to believe that. And in turn, instilled it in Mark. It wasn't long before he lost interest in her and turned his attention to little girls exclusively. To aid him in this, she'd introduced him to some people she knew. These people formed a network of brutal pedophiles who dealt in kidnapping, rape, snuff films, child prostitution and kiddie porn. They became Mark's friends, his cronies. At the same time June continued to coach her son, improving his "technique" in all sorts of ways. Mostly, however, she enjoyed turning him onto little girls, until those were his only victims. With her help, and the help of his friends, she taught him how to subdue a girl afterward without killing her, how to take a victim without anyone knowing. She brought him to violent rape orgies and let him have fun. All this, of course, had a price. He still had to please her--which was not hard, it seemed Mark still enjoyed doing her--but he couldn't touch his sister.

"Think of her as a prize, Mark", she'd told him, after he'd expressed interest in Shannon. "Something you have to work for. Work hard for. When you get her, you want to be at your best. So you have to wait." And so Mark had waited, waited until now. June wanted Mark to handle his sister on his own. His father knew this well, and despite his protests, couldn't stop it. He knew better.

Mark had done so well, too.

With a start, June suddenly came awake. The man was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he'd been there; she could hardly move. Dizzy and shaking, she got to her feet and made her way back to her cottage, actually surprised she was still alive.

Brad gave Lupe a gentle kiss and tucked the covers in around her. His young lover went to sleep clutching a teddy bear and smiling, nude beneath the covers. He'd yet to take her virginity.

Brad glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight, and no June. Secretly, he almost hoped the men he'd paid to rape her today had killed her. It might have been against the rules, but sometimes the rules got broken. In June's case, it would be no big loss.

He decided not to worry, and crawled into bed next to Lupe, holding her close. Tomorrow, he was going to see some officials about making him her guardian. He'd grease all the palms he had to to do it. Of course, June would argue, but he hoped to reason it out with her. He'd have to do something big to get her to let him take Lupe in. He just didn't know what yet.

June stumbled through the cottage door and headed straight for the bathroom. She turned on the water in the tub as hot as she could stand, and slid in.

Two hours later, she felt slightly less sore and was ready for bed. She dried off, brushed her teeth, and headed for the bedroom. She didn't sleep in the same bed with Brad and for that reason, almost didn't notice the girl sleeping next to him.

When she did, she felt a surge of jealous anger she wasn't accustomed to. "You bastard", she muttered. So he had had sex with the girl. She knew it.

But that was okay. She'd make him pay for it, and pay dearly. Turning toward the other bed in the room, she climbed in. Yes, she'd make him pay dearly.

With that thought, she drifted off to sleep.

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