Looking down at Brianna's pussy, so plump and fresh and lovely, Mark just wanted to ram in. He wanted to bury himself in Brianna, to plunge into her warm, tight insides, feel her cunt muscles just wrap around his cunt and squeeze...

He wanted to, but not just yet. He wanted to savor Brianna. Most of all, he wanted to really hurt the girl. To show Julie just what he was capable of, by hurting her favorite sister. Sweet Brianna.

He jumped up, hauling Brianna with him. Julie was watching now. Shannon had gotten the whisk out and was probing her with the wine bottle, even though Julie hardly seemed to notice.

Mark bent Brianna over at the waist and slowly removed his belt from his pants. "Watch this, Julie. Watch and learn! You're little sister's going to pay for your fucking with me!"

Mark folded the belt over and raised it. Julie shook her head furiously. Brianna sobbed. Shannon giggled. Mark brought the belt down.

WHACK!

The sound cut through the room like a gunshot, quickly followed by Brianna's scream of pain. Her little asscheeks quivered where Mark had licked them with the belt. The sight of it, the sound of it, excited him. He struck her again. This time she screamed and nearly fell. Mark caught her by the hair, making her scream some more. He hauled her erect and turned to to face him, raising the belt again. Julie was screaming. Brianna shook her head. He glanced at Brandi--she was looking at him in horror. Even Shannon had stopped her probing of Julie and was looking on, and this time, she wasn't smiling. She actually looked a little scared herself.

Mark brought the belt down, hard, right across her slit.

The crack was not as loud this time, but the effect as clearly evident. Brianna doubled over and collapsed, screaming in agony.

Mark threw the belt aside and lifted the girl, shoving her face into the cushions of the couch. He looked at Julie, who had by now, collapsed into sobs. Shannon was no longer attacking her. Her attention was fixed on the belt, lying a few feet away. She just sat there, staring at it.

Mark turned his attention back to Brianna. "Ass first, slut!", he shouted, spreading her tiny asshole as far as he could get it, plunging his hard cock in as fast as she could. It went about an inch and got stuck; Brianna was too tensed and too small to accept him without force. He pulled out and tried again, but it was no good. Brianna was just too small and too tight. He could have just rammed her, risked rupturing her asshole, causing the ultimate pain. But the risk of being found out was too great.

Instead, he got to his feet, ordering them all to stay put, and hurried upstairs to his room. After a frantic search, he found what he was looking for. K-Y jelly.

Racing down the stairs, he lathered it all over his dick, slicking up. None of the girls had moved. Esepecially not Brianna.

He knelt behind the girl, reaching one hand around her slender hip, and shoved a finger as far into Brianna's virgin pussy as it would go. The little girl let out a squeal of pain at the intrusion, then another as his cock slid into her tight asshole, just barely making it.

Mark began to pump. Short, quick jerks meant to bring her pain and him pleasure. He felt her maidenhead stretching against his fingertips, her little cunt growing wet in response to the rubbing, her little asshole puckering around his cock, trying to force him out. Brianna was shuddering, sobbing, her little wrists twisting against the bonds that held them.

"Yeah, that's it, you love this", Mark breathed, his own orgasm building as his cock slid in and out of her bowels. He didn't know if Brianna would come or not. He didn't care, either. He was the one having fun. The only one who should be.

Mark picked up the pace a little, making his strokes longer, harder, faster, until he was pumping his load again, deep into her bowels, driving his fingers harder, deeper into her cunt, stretching her maidenhead almost to the breaking point. Brianna was screaming and sobbing in agony, and the sound of it drove him off. He yanked his cock out of her, making thick, squishy sounds as his jelly slicked member slid out of her, then pushing her down to the floor and onto her back. This time, there would be no stopping.

"Look at me, bitch! I want to see you feel this!", he snarled, staring deep into the girl's eyes as she pushed his cock against the outer folds of her lips, and with an animal cry, shoved the rest of the way!

Like a juggernaut he rammed in, unstoppable, a force beyond comprehension to the little girl as he tore her already weakened maidenhead, plunging his slick cock in one thrust nearly all the way into her. Brianna's stomach flexed from the abrupt pain; she sucked in a breath, and then came the scream, only barely muffled by the gag in her mouth. Mark pumped the child like an animal, like a thing possessed, long, hard strokes that drove Brianna across the carpet. She screamed with each thrust, her tender bottom already stinging from the crack of the belt, now burning from its brush with the carpet, her still stinging pussy now filled with his huge cock, slamming her like a piledriver. Mark began to shudder as a third incredible orgasm took him, his thrusts slowing until they stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in Brianna. As if sensing something horrible the little girl screamed. Her screams were like music, and Mark came.

Very slowly he pulled out, his cock slick with Brianna's virgin blood and the K-Y jelly that had made his deep penetration so possible. For the moment, for Brianna at least, it was over. Mark stood, standing over her like a hunter with a trophy kill, then stepped away and headed for the kitchen. "I need a beer", he said aloud. "And then...a little Brandi chaser!"

Shannon leaned back, watching her brother for a moment, then looked back at Julie. The nipple with the mousetrap on it was badly swollen and bruising. Quickly Shannon removed it and tossed it aside, no longer wanting nor willing to hurt Julie anymore. Julie's attention, in turn, was on Brianna, who lay quietly crying on the floor, almost rooted to the spot.

"No more", Shannon muttered, reaching for Mark's belt. She snatched it up and shoved it under a nearby chair, hoping he wouldn't look for it. Seeing Brianna whipped had not excited her, as she thought it might. Instead, it horrified her.

Mark came back five minutes later and pulled Brianna to her feet, shoving her into a nearby chair, then dragging Brandi over. He dropped her unceremoniously to the floor and yanked her shorts and panties off, making it all to clear what he planned.

"Pussy first, babe", he laughed, pressing the mouth of the beer bottle to the outer folds of Brandi's cunt, grinning the whole time.

Brandi glared at Mark defiantly, tears streaming down her face. Mark pushed the bottle in a bit. The little girl stiffened but nothing else.

"Oh, tough, are you?", Mark asked, an icy edge to his voice. He pushed the bottle in further and kept pushing. Brandi bit down on her gag and squeezed her eyes shut, but refused to cry out, even when the bottle suddenly plunged in, having broken her hymen. Mark laughed and yanked the bottle out, replacing it with his cock.

Shannon was transfixed by this, excited and amazed. How could Brandi stand this?

Mark was not gentle. He plunged into the girl, each thrust of his stiff cock burying deeper and deeper into Brandi until he was all the way in. Though Brandi shook and cried and struggled, she refused to scream, and that only egged Mark on. He slammed her harder, attempting to force a scream out of her.

Brandi refused to give. Mark slapped her across the face. She whimpered a little but still wouldn't give in. He pounded her even harder, driving her across the carpet. Suddenly his body began to shiver. "Sh-shit! I'm coming! Scream you little whore! Scream or Brianna's going to get again, and worse this time!"

Brandi screamed. And screamed and screamed. Even with the gag in her mouth, the scream was piercing. It ended in a strangle sob as Mark stopped shuddering, having dumped his entire load into her. "Yeah, that's it. You know who's boss now!", he snapped.

Shannon found herself wet and shaking with excitement. This was incredible! It was something she'd have to try herself--holding back as long as she could. If Brandi could do it, she could!

Mark pulled his blood slicked cock out of the girl and pulled her up. Brandi stayed limp, incredibly still resisting. Mark flung her onto the couch, face down, and shoved his blood covered cock deep into her ass.

"Fucking slut! You better learn to scream or it'll get a lot worse! Don't piss me off, fucking whore!"

Brandi shook and sobbed but didn't scream. On the floor Julie was struggling to reach her sister, pulling against the bonds on her hands. Her face was pure white with fear and pain, more for her sister than herself. Brianna, sitting in the chair, had shut her eyes tight and was sobbing herself. Shannon, watching all of it with great interest, shoved her hand down into her shorts and began to eagerly finger herself.

Mark pulled out of Brandi and threw her to the floor with a grunt. The little girl glared at him, pure hatred in her eyes--but also more than a hint of fear. Shannon didn't think Brandi could take much more.

Mark picked up the beer bottle again and shoved it into the girl's cunt, working it in and out with long, rough strokes, while reaching up under her t-shirt and squeezing hard at her nipples. Brandi squealed in pain and tried to kick at Mark. He easily dodged her foot and grabbed her by the throat. "Do that again and you're dead!", he warned. Brandi didn't try to kick him again.

Once more Mark pulled the beer bottle out and replaced it with his cock. He was clearly pissed now, driving in and out of the girl with such powerful strokes that she screamed each time. Shannon watched him wrap his hands around Brandi's throat and knew what he was going to do next.

Julie started screaming. Shannon was nearly to orgasm, so caught up in the lustful passion that she didn't care what was happening. Brianna still had her eyes closed and saw nothing.

Mark began to shudder. His hands tightened around Brandi's throat and began to squeeze, tighter and tighter. Brandi began to wheeze, her little legs kicking feebly as the air was squeezed out of her. Then she suddenly went limp. With one last thrust, Mark came and let go of her.

Julie was sobbing now. Mark slid out of her sister and gave the girl a nudge with his foot. "Oops", he laughed, "she's dead."

Julie fainted.

A few minutes later, Brandi moaned and came around. Mark wasn't stupid; he didn't want a dead body on his hands. He'd choked her just long enough for her to pass out. It was a learned technique.

Mark stepped over and slapped Julie awake. "Come on, bitch, she's still alive." He untied the ten year old and helped her up. "Take them upstairs and get them cleaned up. And you better tell them what's going to happen if they tell. Got that?"

Julie nodded, hurriedly yanking her shorts up and scrambling to untie her sisters. Across the room Shannon lay half-dazed on the floor, fingers shoved into her cunt, overcome by her orgasm.

"Shannon", Mark snapped. "Help Julie."

Shannon got slowly to her feet and helped Julie with the twins. Mark waited until they'd marched upstairs, then sat down on flipped on the TV.

What a wonderful afternoon, he decided. Now if he could just find his belt...

By sheer luck Julie was able to get the twins home and into bed. Her mom had come home early and wasn't feeling well--the flu, she said. Julie lied and said the twins were also not feeling well, but she'd take care of it.

She put the girls to bed and swore them to silence--not that they needed much urging. They didn't like what was happening but didn't want to see their mother die, either. Julie stayed with them until they fell asleep, then went back over to see Shannon. For the first time in weeks, she'd seen a glimmer of hope that she might have a chance to get through to her friend.

Shannon couldn't stop staring at Mark's belt. She couldn't stop shaking, couldn't get the sound of that belt lashing across Brianna's small body out of her mind. All of it horrified her.

She was becoming like Mark. Slowly, but surely, she was changing. No longer content to be used, but to be the user. Because of her, Julie was now part of this. And Brandi and Brianna and little Tiffany. And Jolene--Jolene was dead. Shannon had never wanted that--and yet she did. She'd wanted them to join her, to see how much fun she was having. She'd wanted it so bad, she'd been willing to hurt them to get it.

Angrily she flung the belt away, tears filling her eyes. Never again. From now on, she would not hurt another girl. Not directly, anyway. She would still help Mark get them. But she wouldn't go any further. Not anymore.

The door to her room opened and Julie stepped in, alone. She'd taken the twins home earlier. Julie didn't look too bad, despite the wire whisk treatment.

"Oh, Julie!", Shannon cried, and threw her arms around her friend, sobbing. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I don't want to hurt you anymore! Or anyone else!"

"It's okay", Julie said softly, patting her back. "It's not you, Shannon. It's Mark."

Shannon pulled away, shaking her head. "No, it's me. I wanted you to be like me. I still do. And I can't help it."

"Yes you can", Julie told her.

"No I can't", Shannon sniffed. "I can't, Julie. I like it too much. Being raped, being used. I want you to share in that. You and the twins and Tiffany and every little girl there is."

"How can you like this, Shannon? How?"

"Because I do", Shannon said, wiping at her eyes. "I just do."

"Why?" Julie asked. "Why do you like it so much?"

Shannon thought about it a moment. "Do you know what I hate? Having to be <good> all the time, having to be a perfect little girl. When I'm being raped, I don't have to be good, because I can't. I have no choice in the matter. I'm being forced, taken, against my will, made to do things good little girls aren't supposed to do. I like being bad...and I hate it that I like it so much, but I just can't control myself!"

Shannon lowered her head a moment, shuddering. "Besides, I keep thinking about this time, a long time ago. I was about six, I think." She raised her head, a faraway look in her eyes. "I didn't really remember it until after Mark raped me. Then it came back in a dream." She licked her lips. For a moment, she almost looked like the Shannon Julie used to know. "I was coming home from a Brownie meeting..."

Shannon had Brownies every Wednesday afternoon, and the meetings were usually held just down the street at her friend Amy Parker's house. She left the meeting in high spirits, having just earned one of her several badges.

She hurried in the front door and called out to her mother, eager to tell her, but there was no answer. Something crashed in the kitchen, followed by a muffled scream. Half-curious and half-afraid, Shannon went to look. What she saw shocked her.

Her mother was flat on her back on the kitchen table, her arms and legs spread and tied to the legs of the table itself. A dish towel had been tied over her mouth, muffling her screams. She was shaking her head and crying.

Shannon gasped when she realized who'd done this--her own brother. Mark stood off to one side, dressed only in jeans, one hand violently squeezing her mother's breast through her white silk blouse. He looked up when Shannon gasped, and grinned.

The grin was cold, mean, and looked nothing like her brother's usual, friendly smile; in fact, it was positively sinister. "Sit down, Shannon", he ordered. Shannon, horrified by this spectacle, sat down in the nearest chair. Mark came around with a dish towel and a length of rope. The rope he used to bind her into the chair, the dish towel he stuffed in her mouth.

Then Mark turned back to his mother, his face twisted into a mask of rage. "Fuckin' cunt whore!", he screamed, slapping her hard across the face, then backhanding her again for good measure, this time causing a little blood to trickle from her mouth. Her head lolled to one side, the look on her face dazed.

Mark was not done. "Damn cunt!", he screamed again, this time tearing at her blouse, rending it to shreds with just his fingers, then grabbing a carving knife and slicing her bra away, letting her small, round breasts fall free. Still not satisfied, he tore her skirt and panties away next, and climbed up, pushing his pants down.

Shannon started crying, as her mother was now doing. Mark had his thing out--Shannon had never seen one and didn't know what to call it--and he was shoving it into her mother, making her scream. He literally pounded her, shoving in and out, in and out, clearly hurting her, all the while calling her names and screaming at her at the top of his lungs. He slapped her again and again, loud, hard slaps that sounded like gunshots in the kitchen.

"How do you like it, bitch? You fuckin' raped me! My own fuckin' mother! You fuckin' raped me you fucking whore!", Mark screamed, bouncing up and down on his mother, slamming his fist again and again into her breasts and stomach, making her jump and cry out with pain.

"Aw fuck!", he shouted, pressing so hard into her mother than Shannon actually winced, it looked so painful. Then he withdrew, his thing dripped something white, all slimy and wet looking. He climbed off the table and walked around to his mother's face, yanking out the gag.

"Please Mark, no more", she begged, the words slurred by her swollen mouth.

"Fuck you, cunt!", Mark screamed, shoving his thing into his mother's mouth. "Suck me, bitch! Suck me for all you're fucking worth!"

He grabbed her head and began yanking it back and forth, bouncing her nose off his body, then suddenly yanking her face up against his abdomen, screaming, "Aw fuck, yes!" over and over again, then withdrawing. Once more he got up between her legs and started slamming in and out of her, until finally she was limp and totally unresisting. Shannon let out a panicked scream, thinking her mother was dead, and fainted away.

"I know he did it a lot more after that", Shannon told Julie. "I just didn't remember it until now. I guess I blocked it out or something."

Julie only nodded. "Maybe that's why you're like you are now."

"Maybe" Shannon agreed. "But I know I never want to be like I was today. Ever...again."

"I wish it could never have happened", Julie sighed. "Any of it."

"But it did", Shannon sighed. "And now, we just have to learn to enjoy it..."

For the first time in years, Brad Harris was a happy man. He had young Lupe for his lover and by paying guys to rape his wife almost daily, he'd manage to talk her into letting him keep Lupe for himself. At least, he hoped he had.

Either way, June hadn't argued it too much. The morning after he'd gotten Lupe he'd awakened to find June lying in the other bed, watching him. "So who is she?", she asked.

"Her name is Lupe", Brad told her, putting one protective arm around the sleeping twelve year old. "I want to keep her, June. Please."

"You fuck her?"

"Not yet. Please, June, I'll do anything if you let me keep her. Let me treat her the way I want to. Anything."

June had stared at him for a long time. "I guess", she'd finally said. "But she's your problem, not mine. And you'd better learn to do what I want, when I want it, Brad. I mean it. Fuck with me even once and she'll pay for it."

"I'll do it", Brad promised. "Now, we're supposed to be on vacation. Can I spend some time with Lupe?" He knew he sounded like a pleading child. With June, that's about what it amounted to anymore.

"Go ahead", June muttered, laying back down. "Now let me sleep."

That was yesterday. Brad had spent the whole day with Lupe, buying her clothes and other gifts. They had sex--Lupe blew him twice--though he had yet to take her virginity. Mostly they just kissed a lot, however. For Brad, it was like getting his teen years back.

He'd been careful never to let Lupe alone. Without a necklace, she was an easy target. More than once he was approached by people wanting to have sex with her. Brad turned them all down. He loved Lupe, and she loved him, and nobody else was going to have her.

Today he planned a special day for them. June had largely ignored the girl so far, and this morning had left early, before either of them were up. Brad made love to the girl before they got out of bed, in their own special, non-virginity taking way--and then rushed to check on the progress of her "adoption" while she showered. He'd greased a few palms the day before, enough to ensure he'd have no trouble getting Lupe home and getting her enrolled in courses so she could gain her citizenship. His calls were positive; everything was almost complete.

Lupe emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, smiling and dressed. She'd pulled her hair back with two barettes and wore tiny stud earrings in her earlobes, which he'd gotten pierced for her yesterday. She wore a pair of short white shorts with buttons along the sides, white sneakers, a white short sleeve blouse and a matching with windbreaker--with a white purse. It beautifully offset her dark skin and long, dark hair, and made her look innocent and incredibly sexy at the same time.

Brad grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in his arms, kissing her deeply on the mouth. Lupe kissed him back and hugged him, telling him how much she loved him.

Brad set her down. "Let me get dressed and we'll go", he told her. He hurried into the bathroom to shower and dress, then took Lupe's hand and led her out the door.

His first stop was at the front desk to get her a necklace. Unfortunately, the clerk told him, they were all out; it had been a big crowd this year. So Brad knew he'd just have to keep her close. And that certainly was not a problem.

They left the resort and had breakfast in a little town nearby, then spent the day browsing the coast, kissing and taking in the sights. For lunch, they stopped at the same little cafe they'd eaten breakfast at that morning. It was an outdoor cafe, overlooking the streets, and filled with tourists.

They'd just sat down when the waiter came over. "Excuse me, Senor, would you be Senor Brad Harris?"

"I am", Brad told him.

"A phone call for you, Senor. It is important."

Brad smiled at Lupe. "Maybe those people I talked to about taking you back with me", he said. He didn't think so. It was probably June. He'd left a note telling her where he'd be today, just in case. He might not have loved his wife, might not have trusted her, but he was still a dutiful bastard. "I'll be right back."

"Okay", Lupe agreed.

Mark followed the waiter inside to the telephone. He picked it up and said, "Hello?"

No answer. Nothing but a dialtone.

Shrugging, he hung up. The connection either got cut off or whoever had called wasn't interested in waiting. He turned to get out of the cafe and found himself caught in a press of bodies. It took almost five minutes to get clear and get outside--

---just in time to see Lupe being forced into the back seat of a car parked near the curb. "Lupe!", he cried, chasing after them, but it was too late. With a slam, the door shut and the car took off, with Lupe.

Lupe had been reading the menu, waiting for Brad, when a shadow came over her. She looked up into the face of a tall Mexican man in a sport shirt and slacks, grinning down at her. "Lupe?", he'd asked.

Lupe reacted with panic. She knew him from the hotel; she'd seen him when she'd been abducted and sold for the pleasure of the guests. She started to get up, but the man was fast. His hand went over her mouth and he grabbed her arm, hauling her out of the chair and propelling her toward the open door of a car parked nearby.

Lupe heard Brad shout her name, but was too late. She was shoved into the car, up against another man, and then her abductor climbed in and shut the door and they took off.

Lupe huddled into a ball, shaking and near tears. Aside from the Mexican man, there were five others. One, driving, was black, and the others were all white Americans. "Please don't hurt me", Lupe begged.

"She's cute", the man next to her said, running a hand down her shin. "Nice legs."

"Tie her hands and shut her up", the black man ordered. With the help of the Mexican man, the other man pulled her hands behind her and bound them. A gag was pulled into her mouth and tied behind her head, silencing her.

They began fondling her breasts and legs as they drove, eventually attacking her virgin middle. Lupe didn't resist; against six men, she was terrified. They drove her into the hills and stopped, whereupon her gag was removed and she was told to blow each of them, in turn.

"Me first", the Mexican man demanded. He unzipped his pants and exposed a cock that was tiny in comparison to the rest of him (Lupe didn't know it, but he was on steroids.) Lupe leaned down to take it into her mouth, hoping this was all they wanted and would let her go. This, at least, she could do.

Her long, black hair fell over her face, hiding the man's middle from the view of the others. Lupe had never had a cock this small. It barely reached into her mouth and she had an extremely easy time of arousing the man. A few flicks of her tongue around the glans and some hard sucking, and she had him cumming in no time. She swallowed it down, nearly gagging on the awful, bitter taste of it, and sucked him clean, then raised her head for the next man.

It was then she noticed that one of the American's, a young man with tight, curly blonde hair and sky blue eyes, was taping all of this with a hand camera. Cameras had always fascinated Lupe, and she smiled without meaning to. Then she turned away and lowered her mouth onto the other man next to her, her hair once more spilling like a veil over her face.

This man's cock was much bigger and thicker than the Mexican man's. Lupe, however, was very practiced at giving head and it was this that allowed her to handle this with a detached calm. She felt the man brush her hair back, allowing a full view of what she was doing.

Lupe worked her tongue, flat against the bottom of the man's cock, in a side to side motion while her lips worked back and forth. She twisted the bonds on her wrists a little, wishing she had her hands free to stroke his balls and get him off sooner. Sucking him this way was tiring, even for a practiced girl like her. She finally settled on working her head up and down, letting the motion of her lips do the work. She brought him to a cum and drank it down, then sat up once more, ready for the next man. Ready to do them all and hopefully to get this over with.

The two men in back got out and the black man and the other American got in. The American came first. He was a short, powerfully built man with a shaved head and the narrowest, meanest dark eyes Lupe had ever seen. "Don't swallow", he told her. "I want to see it." His tone was so low and menacing that Lupe shivered.

As she lowered her mouth, she found his cock soft. It took some manuevering, but she managed to get it into her mouth and work at it. She had him stiff in no time. His cock was the ideal size for her mouth, much like Brad's--long, but not thick. She worked at it as she would have Brad's, wishing it were Brad's and this was all some terrible nightmare.

The man made no sound. If he enjoyed this, he didn't show it. Lupe felt his cock pulse and drew back to catch the cum in her mouth.

Suddenly, her head was shoved down. The man's cock buried itself in her throat. Unprepared, Lupe began to choke. And the man was cumming now, cum shooting down her throat, into her windpipe, choking her more. She struggled to lift her head, but the man was holding it down. Lupe felt dizzy. Blackness swum around her vision. She thought she might pass out.

Then the man let go, and her head sprung up. She was gasping and sobbing, thick streamers of cum dangling from her lips. Before she could even hope to regain her composure, the black man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her backwards, out of the car.

"Enough of this shit! Let's party!", he yelled. Lupe was pulled along and shoved backwards against the trunk. The black man shoved her gag back in and grinned at her. The grin really stood out, too: the man was black as midnight, with even darker eyes and no hair whatsoever. And he was huge. Built like a mountain, Lupe now saw fully, towering over her.

Lupe shivered as she heard zippers coming down. The black man yanked her shorts down and made her kick them off. She wore no panties underneath, which led her bald pussy exposed for all to see.

Lupe struggled, but the black man had her by the elbows and was holding her fast, back against the trunk. Lupe felt something touch her between the legs and looked down to see his cock there, hard and ready.

Lupe gasped. It was the biggest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. It must have been a foot long or better, at least. And he was going to put it in her.

"Pure Alabama black snake", the black man breathed, and shoved it into her.

Lupe nearly passed out. For a moment, she had visions of a telephone pole entering her body. She felt as if she were being split in two, the pain and the pressure of his huge cock, stretching her insides, was so great. Even when her hymen gave way the pain was almost too much to bear.

Lupe felt hands and lips caress her bare legs. The Mexican man grabbed her chin and jerked it back, kissing her slender throat. The black man was pumping slowly, in and out of her, leaving Lupe breathless, unable to scream or even cry.

She could feel the black man's cock way up inside of her, in places she didn't even know she had. And it hurt! Each stroke burned her insides, each thrust poked at her, making the pain worse and worse.

Suddenly, it was over. The black man pulled out, grinning. "Okay, who's next?", he asked.

The bald man jumped in. Literally. His first thrust drove her against the trunk lid and hurt so badly the girl shrieked. The second thrust was worse; it actually lifted her off of her feet.

There was no third thrust. The man simply pulled out and stepped aside to let the other American take over. He was slow but not necessarily gentle. Each thrust burned Lupe but failed to hurt her insides anymore. He simply wasn't long enough.

Lupe felt nothing with the Mexican man. Not only was he too small, but she was in so much pain she had almost gone numb down there. That didn't stop him from enjoying himself anyway. He was in her face every second, his foul breath assailing her nostrils and making her gag.

As soon as he finished, the black man stepped in again. Lupe shut her eyes. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.

Two and a half hours later, a very numb and drained Lupe was untied and told to get dressed. Lupe hardly dared believe it was over now. She pulled on her clothes as quickly as she could, stopping only to wipe at her tears. She barely had time to get her shorts pulled up before the men grabbed her and once again bound and gagged her.

"On your knees, bitch!", the black man snapped, shoving Lupe to her knees. The other man was still taping this. What was next?

And then, Lupe saw the gun. Saw the Mexican man pull it out of the back of his pants and hand it to the red-haired American. Watched the red haired American draw the slide back on the gun and point it at her...

Brad was beside himself. He was the one to blame for this. If he'd only stayed with her. If he'd only been there, she'd be here with him now. She'd be safe and warm in his arms.

June, sitting on the other bed, looked up from the novel she was reading. "Stop pacing, Brad. You're driving me nuts."

"Well fucking excuse me", Brad snapped, continuing to pace. "Maybe you like this shit, but I don't!"

"Temper, temper", June giggled.

"You set this up, didn't you? You set it up so somebody would snatch her."

"So what if I did? She belongs to me as much as you do, Brad. Are you mad because I took your toy away? Tough shit. Just remember, there isn't shit you can do. If anything happens to me, Mark has the other key to the safety deposit box and enough things to say about what you did to him to make your life a living nightmare. So don't forget it!"

Brad bit back a sharp reply. If anything happened to Lupe--anything!--June would pay. Not immediately. But one day. When she least expected it. He promised himself it would happen.

There was a knock at the door. Brad scrambled to answer, tripping over the waste can near the bedroom door and falling flat on his face. Cursing and swearing he got back up and raced to the door, yanking the door open to reveal a very bored looking desk clerk standing there, holding a videotape in his hand.

"For you", the clerk said, handing over the tape and leaving without so much as asking for a tip. Brad slammed the door and looked the tape over. No label. Nothing to tell him what it was about.

Hands shaking, he stuck it into the VCR on top of the TV and pressed PLAY. What he saw made him sick.

On the screen, Lupe was sucking at the dick of a huge Mexican man--one of the hotel staff, Brad recognized, the same man, in fact, that he'd bought Lupe from. When she finished and raised her face, she smiled. It was like a blow in the stomach.

He watched, alternately horrified and sick, as Lupe sucked each man, then as her young, virgin body was ravaged, all right there on tape. Five men. All people he'd seen around the hotel. "Untouchable" people, no less.

Eventually, the men finished. Lupe dressed and was bound and gagged again, shoved to her knees. Brad leaned forward for a better look.

No.

One of the men had a gun now. The Mexican. Handing it to a red haired man. That man, in turn, pointed the gun at Lupe, who was sobbing now, fear written all over her beautiful face.

No...

Lupe...her eyes pleading...

No, no, no, no!

The gun firing...Lupe flying backwards, legs kicking out from under her, crashing into the dust...

NO!

Lupe laying in the dust, eyes vacant and staring, a single bullet hole in the middle of her forehead, blood running down her face.

From within the bedroom, Brad could hear June laughing.

April Martinez was up earlier than her parents this morning, already out and running along the beach. Only nine and an only child, this was April's first time in Mexico.

Her family was from Sacramento, where her father worked as an engineer and her mother was a teacher. They'd come here for a two week summer vacation and April was enjoying every minute of it.

April's father was Mexican and her mother half-Japanese, half-Chinese, and all of this was reflected in April. She was small, three feet eleven inches, and weighed a scanty fifty pounds, which made her quite slender. Her hair was wavy and jet black, falling to her waist, and she had a trace of the dark skin her father was born with. Her eyes were brown and almond shaped and her face was fine featured and very pretty.

Today April had her hair pulled back in a pony tail and wore a pair of white shorts with little bows on the sides, a pink t-shirt and a white windbreaker, with white sneakers--a striking resemblance, though she could not know it, to a girl named Lupe.

What she could not also know was that her early morning walk along the beach would be the biggest mistake of her young life.

Just after sunrise the next morning Brad and June rose and dressed for todays little expedition. Brad wore white tennis shorts and a white golf shirt with white knee socks and sneakers and a windbreaker, while June wore white shorts and sneakers with a white sleeveless top and a windbreaker, all complimented by sunglasses and a sun visor. They both looked like typical tourists--just what Brad wanted.

Setting out from the hotel, they headed south, along the coast toward the nearest resort. It was a family oriented resort, replete with lots of kids to pick from. Along the way they passed the couple from Stockton. Their car was still pulled over, and as they passed, June saw vultures picking at their dead bodies and was nearly sick.

"They haven't been found yet", June murmured.

"Good", Brad said nonchalantly. "Less evidence by the time the vultures get done."

He said no more as they drove, finally coming into sight of the beach that stretched out from the other resort. They hadn't gone far before Brad slowed down. "There. Look."

June looked. There was a young girl walking along the beach. Very young, and very pretty. All alone.

Brad pulled over. "Go get her. Bring her up here." He opened the glove compartment and pulled out two rags, soaking them with the chloroform also in there. "And make it fast."

June nodded and got out, stuffing the rag into a pocket of her windbreaker. Maybe if she did this, Brad would calm down some, become less...brutal. She'd actually been surprised this morning to find she was still alive. Even more surprised that he hadn't threatened her life again.

June made her way carefully over to the little girl, her hand clenching and unclenching around the chloroform rag in her pocket. She didn't relish the idea of dragging the child up the beach and hoped she'd come easily.

"Hi there!", June called, putting on her friendliest smile.

The girl looked up and smiled. "Hi."

"What's your name?", June asked. "I'm June."

"April Martinez", the girl replied. She made her way over to June, completely innocent and trusting. She looked cute, about nine or ten, June guessed. And just what Brad wanted, at least in looks.

"I'm trying to find the hotel", June told her. "Can you tell me how to get there?"

"That way", April said, pointing down the beach.

"It'd be a lot easier if you showed me. My husband and kids are there but they didn't give me very good directions, honey. Would you mind a little ride? It's just me."

April looked indecisive, then nodded. "I guess so."

"Great. My car's right up here." June took the girl's hand and lead her toward the road. Brad was nowhere in sight, probably still hiding behind the car, watching. There wasn't any traffic yet, but she wanted to hurry anyway.

As they approached the car, Brad opened the back door and stepped out. Instantly, June knew what he had in mind and grabbed April.

June grabbed ahold of the little girl while Brad pressed the chloroform rag to her face. It only took a few seconds to take effect, and then the girl sagged in June's arms. Brad to her and shoved her into the back seat, binding and gagging her with a speed that would have made a rodeo calfer proud. "Shut the door", Brad shouted, "and let's get out of here!"

It was no trouble to get the girl into the hotel. Nobody here was going to say anything even if they saw her, and Brad knew it.

Little April didn't yet awakened, and Brad had other things to do. People to talk to and items to obtain, and whatnot. All for preparing April

But as he turned to leave, his eyes fell on June, sitting demurely on the opposite bed. Her face was passive and calm, and just the way she sat reminded Brad of how she had been as a teenager, before she'd pulled all the crap on him. She looked...beautiful.

"Take off your clothes."

June jumped at the sound of his voice. "Yes, Daddy", she said softly, and hurriedly began to strip.

"Don't call me Daddy. Call me Brad. I'm your husband, aren't I?", he asked softly.

June nodded quickly. She was actually shaking, Brad saw, and came to realize then how his abrupt change terrified his wife. It felt good to see that...and yet a small part of him felt guilty. June scared very easily. She just didn't show it. Yet it was something he'd never used against her, until now.

He realized he could do anything to her now, demand almost anything of her. But at the moment, he didn't want to. He wanted to be nice to her. He worried for a moment he might be slipping back into his old self.

June stood quietly while he undressed, her hands folded over her tight pussy. Brad gently slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her. She didn't seem to now how to react, and he kissed her again. This time, she kissed back. Her entire body was tense, shaking. Gently, but not as gently as he would have, Brad lowered her to the bed and pressed his cock into her, holding her tightly.

"Get ready for the ride of your life", he promised.

He started to pump her, not fast or slow, and not enough to hurt. To his surprise, she began to respond almost immediately. There was nothing fake about it. He'd seen her fake it enough to know. This was real. Her thighs were quivering, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes squeezed tight. For once, it was fucking real.

June was surprised at herself. She was actually enjoying this, her orgasm building up in her, hot and fierce. Maybe it was the fear. Or maybe it was just Brad. He wasn't gentle, nor was he hurting her. He was just aggressive enough to be exciting. And yet...they were making LOVE. And she did love him. As terrified as she was, she did love him.

She found herself crying out his name as he flooded her with his cum, bringing her to climax. He collapsed onto her, kissing her deeply, and she was kissing him back. For a long time, that was all they did.

Come what may, June had made a decision in that time. From now on, she was going to love her husband. She didn't know what had driven her to this after all these years, but she was there. Never again would she attempt to hold anything against him or do anything to him. She was his now, and always would be.

She could only hope he felt the same way.

As the two of them were getting dressed, April finally came around. Confused at first, she quickly realized her situation and began to cry and struggle.

"I've got stuff to do", Brad told June. "Strip her and give her an enema. The stuff's in the bathroom. Make sure you clean her up good. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

June nodded and set to work. She was still pretty stunned by what had just happened to her, but not too stunned that she couldn't convey a few dire threats to April to make her cooperate. The little girl gave her no trouble as she was untied and then made to strip.

June had never given an enema before, and had to follow the instructions on the box it came in. It turned out to be a messy process, and afterward, just to be safe, she gave the girl a bath and dried her off. She didn't know why Brad wanted this, but she wasn't going to question him.

She brought April back and laid her on the bed, ordering her to be quiet. Brad came in a few minutes later, carrying a small metal box with a number of wires and probes dangling from it, and a set of needles. He ordered June to hold the girl down while he injected her with each of the needles, ignoring the girl's whimpers of protest, then stepped away as she again slid into unconsciousness.

"She'll be out for a while", Brad said. "The guy I got this stuff from said it takes a bit to work."

"What does it do?", June asked.

"Neat stuff. Nothing for you to worry about." He tossed the needles into the nearby wastebasket. "Let's just say it's a whole new dimension in fun. For us."

June nodded. "Us. I like the sound of that."

"Get used to it, babe. You've got a partner now." And then he pushed her down onto the opposite bed, tugging her shorts down, and once more, they made love. Glorious, wonderful love.

Little April was pale and silent until Brad started tying her wrists to the headboard, then the tears came.

Brad ignored them as he finished tying her down. He forced the dildo gag into her mouth and strapped it behind her head, then pulled out The Box.

Working silently, he applied a little silicone to each of the girl's tiny nipples and tapped the flat, stetoscope ends of two wires to each breast, which gave them the look of something you'd seen in the hospital. Applying a little more silicone to yet another end, this one resembling a small cone, he spread her quivering pussy lips and slid the cone over her clit. He taped two more flat ends to her outer pussy lips and then inserted a pair of slim probes into her tiny rectum and peehole. Taping the last one into place, he stepped back to examine his work.

Little April looked like the innocent victim of some mad doctor. Of course, Brad wasn't a doctor--he was just mad. He had picked the device up from a doctor, however, a Dr. Brandt or something, who was also staying at the hotel. According to Dr. Brandt, the device used electric shocks that were quite mild but to the girl would feel very painful; in effect, pain without damage. There was another probe Brad could insert into the girl's pussy as well, and that one, along with the rectal and peehole probes, were also capable of vibrating or shocking the girl, providing either pain or stimulation. It all depended on how the machine was set.

The injections Brad had given the girl earlier were also from Dr. Brandt. One toughed the inner walls of her vagina and rectum to prevent tearing, while the second would stimulate her to powerful orgasms. The third would prevent her from going into shock, keeping her mind very clear, no matter what. Combined with the shocks, Dr. Brandt promised it would break the girl's spirit very quickly.

Brad sat down on the bed next to the little girl. "Now listen to me, April", he told her, his voice low and soothing, yet with a hint of menace. "Your mommy and daddy want me to do this to you. They hate you. They say you're a very bad little girl and I have to hurt you." April shook her head. Brad ignored her and went on. "They hate you so much they told me to kill you when I'm done." April shrieked, but the gag in her mouth was enough to muffle it. Not that it mattered. Nobody who heard it would care.

Brad walked back to the box and hit the switch. As voltage surged into the wires, April screamed and tensed, her back arching with pain. The juice was little more than that of a couple D cell batteries, but it was enough to hurt. He let off the switch and April dropped onto the bed, panting and sobbing.

Brad hit the switch again several times in rapid succession, watching her body jump and twitch. He began to giggle hysterically. This was so much fun!

For the next half hour he tortured the child, laughing at her pain. Dr. Brandt had warned him not to go longer than that at a clip, just to be safe. Anyway, the little girl was nearly unconscious now, and Brad had yet to rape her.

He left the box go and sat down beside her. She tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. "Did you like that, April?"

April shook her head violently. "Oh, you didn't? Well I did. I think your mommy and daddy would be pleased with me. They really wanted to be here to see this, but they couldn't. Do you hate them for letting this happen, April?"

For a moment, the girl hesitated, then nodded. "You should. I'll tell you what. If you're a good girl from now on, I won't hurt you anymore. I'll buy you toys and clothes and anything you want, but you're going to have to do what I say. I'll be your daddy, and she'll be your mommy." He pointed to June. "Do you like that?"

April shook her head. "Well, you'll have time to change your mind. We're not done yet." While April's eyes grew wide, he went back to the box and shocked her again for another ten minutes, then asked her if she'd changed her mind. She nodded slowly.

Brad wasn't convinced. The girl would do anything to make the pain stop--what he wanted was her to totally accept him and June as her "parents." Maybe after the rape, she would.

"Daddy", June asked hopefully, "can I try something?"

Why not?, Brad thought. She has more experience. "Yeah. Go ahead."

While Brad watched, his wife gently removed the connections from April's clit and the lips of her pussy and bent her head to suck the little girl's cunt. Afraid at first, April quickly began to respond, the drug in her system taking over, increasing her sensitivity to the point that she was soon shaking with her first powerful orgasm.

June got back to her feet, licking her lips. "Tastes great", she told him. Brad just grinned.

"I'm glad you liked it." He removed the remaining probes and contacts from April's body, noting that as he did, the little girl almost seemed relieved. She didn't cry or scream when he removed the dildo gag, which, he noticed, had deep bite marks in the stiff rubber cock. He'd hate to think if that had been HIS cock in there!

Brad smiled at the little girl as he removed his clothes, holding her gaze with his own. April swallowed hard a couple of times but didn't cry, at least until Brad lowered his hard cock toward her mouth. Then she twisted her head away. "No, please, no!", she begged.

"Do you want more pain?", Brad asked. "Do you want me to shock you some more?"

"No", April whimpered.

"Then suck this!", Brad ordered. April clamped her jaws shut and refused, shaking her head violently.

"I can't", she whimpered between gritted teeth.

"Yes you can!", Brad snapped. He was getting pissed and that wasn't good. He hadn't wanted to damage the girl, but it looked like he'd be forced to. One more try, though.

"April, either you suck this or I'll shock you again, do you understand? Only this time I'll turn it all the way up and leave it on, and it'll melt you like a fucking candle!"

That did it. Sobbing, April opened her mouth and accepted his cock. She didn't have a big mouth and it was easy to fill, but the trouble was, her teeth got in the way.

"No teeth!", Brad snapped. "Keep your teeth off of it!"

April closed her mouth, stretching her jaws so her teeth didn't brush him. She kept her eyes closed as she sucked, the way a child would take bad medicine. She wasn't bad, either; her little lips formed a perfect, massaging seal around his cock, making him swell and throb in her hot young mouth.

Brad worked himself slowly up and down, eager to fill the girl's throat with his fresh cum. He grinned at June, who stood off to the side, finger herself slowly with one hand stuffed down her shorts. "Oh yes, Daddy", she breathed, "make her suck it all down, Daddy!"

"You hear that, April? I want you to drink my cum. It's good for you", Brad told the little girl. He began to work himself up and down a little faster, nearing orgasm. April was good, but she'd get better--he'd see to that.

When he came, Brad grabbed the back of the little girl's head and jerked up, burying his cock agaisnt the back of her throat. April thrashed wildly against the bonds that held her down, her face turning a bright red as she choked and gagged on his cock and the gobs and gobs of fresh cum he was shooting down her throat. Brad managed to empty his load into her before she could pass out and pulled away, April collapsing back, sobbing and gagging and panting for breath.

"Pussy time!", Brad sang, slipping back down and pushing his cock into her. Not slowly, but fast and rough, forcing it in and stretching the membrane of her hymen as hard as he could. April's gasping turned to a scream of agony as the hymen stretched and stretched, pushed beyond it's breaking point, strengthened by the special drug he'd given her.

And then it broke. April's eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low, painful moan as Brad slammed into her full force, his cock squeezing painfully into her tender fuck canal. She was incredibly tight and warm and wet inside, and freed now of her hymen and assisted by the other special drug, her moans of pain became moans of pleasure as Brad brought her around.

He worked the little girl like he'd work a woman, thrusting in and out with long, full strokes, achieving total penetration. April squirmed and wiggled, alternately moaning and crying out as he brought her both pleasure and pain. And then, almost without warning, she was shaking as the orgasm took her and Brad was dumping his second load deep into her underdeveloped womb.

Brad climbed off the little girl and turned to June. Casually, he said, "I'm hungry. Let's go get some dinner."

June looked a little dazed, having just come off of her own orgasm, but nodded. Pulling her hand out of her shorts, she straightened up.

Brad pulled his clothes back on and looked down at the sobbing April. "Got a surprise for her", he said. "Hey, April, you've got one more chance to decide. When we come back, you'd better make up your mind." He took June's hand and led her into the living room. Six men were sitting around, watching the TV. June hadn't even heard them come in.

All of them were hotel staff or guests, and there was no doubt what they were here for. "In there, guys", Brad told them. "Don't fuck her up too much and do not, I repeat, DO NOT mark her up. You mark her up and I'll mark you up, got that?"

All six men nodded, then filed past him. Before he even reached the door, he heard April's terrified, muffled screams starting in the bedroom.

The last of the men were just leaving when Brad and June came back from dinner. It looked like a few more than the original six had come in.

April was still tied to the bed, no longer gagged, bathed in a sheen of sweat. She appeared to be shaking, sobbing now, but not physically damaged, which Brad was pleased to see. As soon as June entered, April's eyes fell on her.

"Please Mommy, make it feel good again", April pleaded.

Brad smiled. The kid was learning.

He watched June untie her and comfort her. April was actually hugging her back. Brad moved to break them apart so she could rape April again, but June backed away, holding the girl. She looked scared and defiant at the same time.

"No, please, let me have her. I promise that next time you want her she'll love it. Please, Brad." She winced as she said his name, realizing she'd made a mistake.

But Brad wasn't angry. He'd never seen June like this before and it intrigued him. Besides, if she was telling the truth, a submissive April would be more fun than a screaming, fightng one, especially in the long run.

"Alright. I'm going out for a drink", he told her, and left.

As soon as April's tears stopped, June laid her back and got undressed. Laying gently atop the girl, propped up by her elbows, she gave her April a deep, lingering kiss on the mouth. Surprised at first, April soon responded, kissing her back with the same passion. Wisely, June knew the girl did it out of gratitude more than passionate need, but that would soon change, she hoped.

For now, she broke off from April's lips and kissed her way down the girl's neck and throat, gently licking and sucking at her swollen nipples before moving down, down further, to the girl's swollen cunt.

She thrust her tongue in and tasted cum. Hungrily she licked it up, at the same time stimulating April to an orgasm. As soon as it swept over her, June pulled the girl into her arms and held her tight. April sighed contetedly, then began to cry. Tears of gratitude.

June couldn't explain just why, but she liked little April. Maybe it was the fact that the girl reminded her so much of herself--scared, but needing and enjoying the pleasure of orgasm, no matter how she arrived at it. Either way, June wanted to keep this little girl and raise her as her own, which she would--if Brad decided it would be.

Brad. Tonight, something in her feelings toward Brad had changed. She was still scared of him, but...she loved him more than she had. In fact, she was no longer sure it was the fear of him that brought her orgasms on as much as it might be something else. Maybe just the fact that he was more agressive with her was all.

She snuggled April against her breast and held her tight. She had enjoyed making love to the girl and was eager to do it again. If Brad let her, she would teach April the joys of lesbian sex--something June had done most of her married life, though nobody but her secret girlfriend back home knew about it. Soon, she hoped, April would know. It was the only other non-forced way, outside of masturbation, that June had ever been able to have an orgasm. Maybe, when they got back, she could teach Shannon and her little friends all about it.

In the meantime, she would still enjoy helping Brad rape the little girl. Some things, after all, just never changed. But what came afterward would definitely be different.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and went to sleep, clutching her newfound lover very tightly.

Brad leaned back in bed and sipped lightly at the drink he'd poured himself. A job well done. Little April was coming along nicely, and so was June. Both would ultimately recognize him as their master.

It wouldn't end there, however. Not by a long shot. When they got home, Shannon would be next. From what he'd learned from Mark, Shannon knew nothing about her mother being the key to this all. And not even Mark knew how he, Brad, had changed. Wouldn't they be surprised?

He found he liked being this way. He felt invincible, all powerful. No more threats from June. No more humiliation when she would cry out Mark's name during sex. Sex. Yes, sex was now a new and pleasurable experience for Brad.

Of course, things at home would have to change. He would still let June have her control over Mark--but his son would also recognize HIM as an equal now. The way it should be. And June...eventually, June would learn to submit totally, to be all his.

And then, she'd get hers. He hadn't forgotten. He never would.

Yes, life was wonderful.

It had been a long night for Mark. Following the twins' rape, he'd gone up to Shannon's room, where he'd left Tiffany, and taken her to his own room. The little girl was quiet, but there was no mistaking the fear in her eyes.

It was fortunate for her that he was tired out from raping the twins, or he'd have done her again. As it was, he left her where she was and laid down next to her, just grinning at her like a cat would at mouse it's just playing with.

Mark already had plans for Tiffany. It had been a long time since he'd made a snuff film; almost two months now. And he wasn't ready to waste either of the twins, or Shannon and Julie. If somebody else did it, fine.

Not that he wanted that. It wasn't out of love or compassion that he didn't want it; the girls, all four of them, represented for Mark a goal. That goal was to make them submissive rape slaves, addicted to the orgasm and willing to accept the pain to achieve it.

He'd done well with Shannon. She'd almost gone over the edge there--almost become like this mother. But she'd pulled back. He didn't know why nor did he care. What he did care about was that she was addicted to the orgasm. She would do anything to achieve it--at nearly any cost.

He felt sure Julie was coming around as well. Not as well as Shannon, however. There was no joy in Julie anymore. No happiness or innocence. She could put on an act, but it didn't convince Mark. Julie was simply too smart, too knowledgeable from the start. She, too, would become a slave to the orgasm, but that was all. She would not enjoy, as Shannon did, what was happening to her. She would simply accept it.

The twins, he decided, would not be the same. They were young yet, and young girls bounced back easily--look at Shannon! Their minds were still maleable. In time, they could be "trained" the accept all of this as a normal part of their routine. Go to bed, get up, brush your teeth, get raped, go to school...yeah, maybe.

For the time being, he had to deal with Tiffany. He didn't plan to keep her much beyond tomorrow, so he kept his promise and untied her, then called Shannon up to play with her. She came up alone. She said Julie had gone home to watch the twins. Fine with him.

This morning, after leaving the girl tied up downstairs in the basement all night, he'd brought her up to his room and left her on the bed, still bound and gagged, and called his cronies. As soon as he hung up, he called Julie.

Julie's mom left for work at seven; the twins left for camp at nine. Only today, they wouldn't be going to camp. Today, he and his friends would continue "educating" the girls in the fine art of rape. After Tiffany, of course.

What a great way to start the day!

A little after eight-thirty, Mark's cronies started arriving. He never called them friends; they weren't. Acquaintences, maybe, collaborators, co-workers--but not friends.

There were six of them. Mark only knew first names. Jim, Mike, Carl, Peter, Artie and Jake. Jake was the "photographer", a small, wiry man with wild graying hair and wire frame glasses. He was nearly in his forties but still acted like a teenager.

There were other members not present that day, and Mark really didn't miss them. He didn't want a big crowd for this film, or for the twins. The seven of them would do just fine.

While Jake was setting up, Mark and the others fondled Tiffany. The girl responded with a lot of whimpering and squirming; she had no idea she was going to die. Which was half the fun of things, really.

Finally Jake announced that everything was ready. The seven of them stepped back and began to strip. It never bothered them to see each other naked; their only interest was in the young victim, in this case, Tiffany, who stared at them all with very wide eyes and squirmed on the bed, her body conveying her wish not to have this happen, since her mouth was gagged.

Jake went first. He approached the little girl almost timidly, but there was no mistaking the twisted, lustful look on his face, or the hideous, toothy grin that made little Tiffany shiver. Like some mad cannibal he clasped his hands together and gazed over her body, as if trying to decide where to start.

"Let's all do her...at once", he suggested, giggling.

They surrounded her, hands reaching out to grasp her young body. The sound of ripping cloth filled the air as they roughly tore her blouse and shorts away, followed by her panties, which were passed around for each of them to take a long sniff of. Tiffany began screaming and sobbing almost immediately, even though it was lost on the gag in her mouth.

Now was when the real abuse would begin. Mike grabbed the little girl's head and yanked out her gag, shoving his cock into her open mouth. "Don't bite me!", he warned, and began sawing in and out of her. Jake, in the meantime, grabbed the youngster's tiny hips and plunged himself into her, causing her to bite down on Mike's cock, which made him scream and smack her.

Jim and Carl began suck on her little titties, while Peter and Artie settled for fondling her legs and kissing the soft flesh of her calves. Mark stood back, waiting. He would be the one to deliever the coup de grace to young Tiffany.

Mark watched Mike pull out of the little girl and shoot his load on her face, then scoop up the cum and make her lick it off his fingers.

As soon as Jake finished with her cunt, the others lined up to have their turn. Jake moved onto her mouth, forcing her to suck him, while Peter was pumping hard in her cunt. It was such a pleasure for Mark to see the little girl's tight, bare cunt stretched by the cocks of these grown men. This, he felt, is the only way sex should be.

By this time the others had taken to fondling whatever portion of Tiffany they could reach, driving her into a wild frenzy. Ass, titties, legs, anything. They fondled and fucked and sucked at the little girl until they were spent, and then, it was Mark's turn.

Tiffany was by now nearly unconscious and definitely in shock. Mark hardly cared. She was still awake enough to respond to what he wanted, and he mounted her, sliding his cock into her pussy. She'd become quite loose after the vicious gang pounding, but not so loose as to be unenjoyable.

Slowly he began to pump, stimulating himself without going too far along. He wanted to take his time, enjoy this, get it just right. Tiffany responded with whimpers, which was just plain old fine with him!

From under the bed Mark produced his own favorite garotte--a little girl's knee sock, with a huge knot in the middle. Slow, but effective.

He worked himself in and out of Tiffany while he slipped the garotte around her neck, making sure the knot was over her windpipe. Tiffany didn't seem to realize she was about to die; her sobs continued, until Mark tightened the garotte.

Instantly Tiffany tensed, her face turning red, then blue, as Mark tighted the sock. Her body jumped and twisted as she fought desperately to breathe, all the while her cunt muscles were tensing down on Mark, bringing him closer to climax...

...and then, as he gave it one final tug, a tug so hard it crushed her fragile windpipe, Tiffany's cunt muscles tightened around his cock so much he felt she might squeeze the head off, and he came.

It was the final scene.

With a groan of satisfaction, Mark collapsed on top of the little girl's now lifeless body and started laughing.

Mark had gone through a lot of expense with the twins, just as he had for Shannon and Julie. They were dressed in identical outfits: pink shortall dresses with white short sleeve blouses underneath and white leather slippers. Both wore white sweaters. Mark had bound and gagged them both, letting them wait while he and his friends had their fun with young Tiffany.

Julie did her best to comfort the frightened twins, while Shannon watched the stairs. Half an hour later Mark and the othes came down. One of them was carrying Tiffany, who was covered in a blanket. Julie couldn't tell if she was dead or alive.

The man carried the girl out, while Mark and the others moved to the twins, pulling them to their feet.

Julie watched Mark and his friends lead the twins into the basement. Brandi, fierce as ever, fought, but Brianna simply looked lost and frightened, her sad gaze fixed on Julie.

Julie had to turn her head away. It hurt her when her sisters--especially Brianna--asked her when the hurting would stop. And she'd have to tell them she didn't know, and swear them again and again to silence.

She had lost any control she might have had over Mark. He had the twins now, and if she tried anything, they were finished, and so was her mother. She looked at Shannon and sighed.

"I'm not going to give either of you any more trouble", Julie promised solemnly. "I'll do whatever I'm told. I guess...I guess I realize that...I can't change what's happened, or...I guess I just can't fool Mark. I'll never like it, but I don't...I don't see as I have any choice anymore."

"You don't", Shannon told her flatly, yet with a lot of sympathy. "Not unless you want to see your mother die."

"N-No, I don't", Julie said, shaking her head. She had lost the twins. She didn't want to lose her mother, too.

"I'm sorry it's that way, Julie. Really. I wish...I wish it could be just like it is wth me." She looked at Julie, straight on, eye to eye. "I don't ever want to hurt you again, Julie, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that Mark will make me. So please, don't, don't ever give us trouble. Please!"

"I said I wouldn't", Julie promised. "And I won't."

Shannon reached over and hugged her. The she leaned back, wearing a look on her face that was half glee and half anger. "Mark wants us to watch the twins get gang-raped. I...I...we have to go, Julie."

Julie nodded. She knew that Shannon wanted to see. She just didn't want to admit it. She was at war with herself, to quote something Julie had heard once. She hated it and loved it.

It was wild, really. Because there was some pleasure in this. The pleasure of orgasm. Julie had never experienced anything like it before and each time she did, she wanted more. It didn't matter how. She felt a sense of abandonment when she thought of it; that she would do anything, take any risk, even face death itself, to achieve that goal.

And, Julie realized, she would have to learn to be that way if she was to ever accept that. Resigned to the situation, she followed Shannon down to the basement.

Brianna could only stare, helplessly, up at the men who surrounded her. She lay on the pool table in the rec room, painfully aware of the hard felt-and-slate surface under her, ramming her bound hands into the small of her back.

One of the men climbed up and spread her legs. Lifting her thighs, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and plunged his rock hard cock into her. Brianna screamed at the assault and then relaxed, knowing it was the only way to endure this, knowing that soon he would make her wet inside and it wouldn't hurt as much.

With the wetness came the pleasure. Though still in pain, Brianna felt a tingling down there and in her belly that quickly overcame most of the pain, leaving her half-moaning and half whimpering, with pain and pleasure. She knew it was wrong to feel this way, and she hated it, hated the man for what he was doing, but she was powerless to resist this new feeling, which grew and filled her with each stroke of the man's pistoning cock. It served only to make her feel worse about herself, to believe the things Mark had told her, that she really was a bad girl.

She wondered for a moment why she hadn't felt this last night, and then the feeling overwhelmed her, making her tiny body quiver and shake, a low moan escaping her as her vision swam and danced in a sea of lights. The effect was such that she was not aware that the man had come in her and pulled out, making way for the next man. She was aware only of the overwhelming pleasure, at least for the moment, and nothing else.

Brianna was barely conscious an hour later when the men had finished with her pussy. The brutality of the assault and the pleasure of her orgasms had left her weak and barely able to keep her eyes open.

Mark looked over his friends, who were now sprawled about the room, smoking cigarettes and looking worn out. Give them time to rest, and they'd be back for more--and more. A few of them eyed up Julie and Shannon, who sat against the wall in one corner, both staring at Brianna, laid out on the pool table. Shannon was smiling softly. Strangely, Brianna wasn't crying; rather, she was moaning, as if she'd liked it--at least somewhat. This pleased Mark a little. It was a good sign.

Brandi sat quietly on the couch, staring at the floor. She might have been crying for all he knew. The kid was strong, stronger than Mark would have given a girl so young. Too bad for her. It would be just more fun for him to totally break her spirit. And he would...he would.

In the meantime, Brianna was spent. "Julie, get your ass over here", he snapped. The older girl got up and stood beside him, looking all meek and submissive and fearful.

"You and Shannon take her upstairs and get her cleaned up. Go!"

Julie helped her sister down, and together she and Shannon led her upstairs. Brandi seemed to come to life then, acutely aware that it was her turn.

As Mark reached for her, she squirmed away. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her eyes were so wide, they practically disappeared under her bangs.

Grabbing her shoulders, Mark lifted her and practically slammed her onto the table. She cried out in pain and continued to kick and thrash. One foot got Mark in the chin, nearly knocking him over.

Mark's temper flared. Screaming "Bitch!" at the top of his lungs, he grabbed the little girl by the throat and started to choke her. She kicked harder for a second, then her face started to turn red. Mark wanted to kill her, and he couldn't stop.

Fortunately for both him and Brandi, the others--ALL of them--pulled him off. Brandi started wheezing and kicking, but seemed to be unhurt--not that Mark could tell. He was still seeing red.

"Let me fucking go! That little cunt's gonna die! She's gotta fucking learn dammit!" "Hey, chill!", Jake snapped. "You kill her and you're fucked, man!"

That calmed Mark a little. He was right. How would he explain Brandi's death? The big risk was her mother. Mark knew he'd have to do something there. He'd talk to Max about it.

"Chill man", Jake told him. "We'll fix her good." He let go of Mark and turned to Brandi, who was sobbing but no longer resisting. He watched for a bit as Jake stroke the girl's hair with one hand and removed her panties with the other, then pinned her legs down in preparation for the thrust. Brandi shut her eyes, and then...

Relaxing in the tub, Brianna became more awake. She also began to realize that this was not over, that what was happening now was going to be a regular part of her life. This was helped by Shannon talking to her.

Shannon had locked Julie out of the bathroom and it was just the two of them. As her hand gently washed the inside of Brianna's sore vagina, the younger girl squirmed pleasurably.

"This is going to happen until you grow up", Shannon told her. "I know because Mark does it to me and Julie. We're dirty girls, you and me and Julie and Brandi, and we all need this to happen to us. Do you understand?"

Brianna nodded. She felt dirty because part of her had liked this. She understood. "Uh-huh."

"Now everytime a stranger wants to take you somewhere, you'll go, right?", Shannon asked.

Brianna nodded. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. And you'll always dress the way Mark wants you to."

"I will", Brianna promised.

Part of Shannon couldn't believe she was doing this. But it turned her on so much, she couldn't stop. Her mood was so high she desperately needed a cock in her and now!

Unfortunately, Brianna still had to be tended to, and Shannon was afraid of pissing Mark off. He was so short tempered lately, he might kill her and cut her fun short if she wasn't careful.

She helped the girl out of the tub and dried her off, and left her to dress. Stepping out into the hall, she saw no sign of Julie. Not that it mattered.

She took Brianna into her bedroom and the two of them lay down. Brianna drifted off almost immediately, but Shannon just lay there, fingering herself to a cum, imagining all those guys in the basement doing her.

Julie didn't wait long outside the bathroom door, but crept back to the basement. Watching her sister be gang raped had turned her on--which only made her feel worse. Now she felt she deserved to be raped, that she actually needed it.

Though she was still afraid of Mark, Julie felt a bond toward him. She would do anything he wanted. She felt compelled to. She found herself liking being used. As bad as it was, it made her feel...special. That Mark and other men would choose her to rape, to use, made her feel like somebody, and not just a piece of meat, like she should have.

In fact, Julie had been harboring a fantasy lately. She was kidnapped by a man or men, who kept her as their personal rape slave. She was treated decently, but was raped as her master wished, using her like a good slave. She was never allowed to see her family or friends again. The idea excited her.

As she stepped into the basement Mark spotted her and motioned her over. It wasn't possible to see Brandi--the men were surrounding her, but her muffled screams were clearly heard.

Mark sat down and pulled Julie into his lap. One hand slipped around her waist and down into her shorts. Julie squirmed a little as Mark's finger inserted itself into her, stroking at her clit.

"You want to be next?", he asked her. She barely nodded, then said "No."

Mark leaned her back, totally in control, and plunged his finger in deeper. Julie felt her orgasm start to build. "Brandi's giving us a lot of trouble", Mark told her. "So my friends here are going to take her away for a few days. She won't be the same when she comes back."

"But...my moooom....", Julie moaned.

"We'll take care of her", Mark chuckled in her ear. "She's going away for a few days too. You and Brianna are going to stay here and play with me. Got that?"

Julie didn't answer, because at that moment, her orgasm washed over her. Right then she decided she wanted to be taken away, too.

It was several minutes later when she came around enough to realize the men were done with Brandi and staring at her. Before she could even could even comprehend what was happening she was yanked off of Mark's lap by one of the other men, her hands twisted behind her back. Her heart started to pound as her hands were tied and a gag was pulled between her teeth. Then she was turned to face her sister.

Brandi was unconscious, curled up into a ball with her hands still bound behind her. She was completely naked, the tattered scraps of her clothes laying behind her. Her gag hung around her neck, a sure sign she'd been made to blow every man.

"Oh, and Julie, you'll be going with my friends, too", Mark told her. "Just to be sure Brandi learns to get it right."

Julie was hauled away and thrown onto the couch. One of the men bound her ankles together with some rope and then Mark pressed a chloroform cloth to her face. A moment later she was unconscious.

Once Julie was out, Jake inserted a syringe into her arm, drugging her further. They'd given the same thing to Brandi. It would make sure they stayed out for a while.

Mark helped dress Brianna in a pair of red shorts with a white short sleeve blouse and sneakers--identical to what Julie wore.

The next step would be getting the girl's mother, which wouldn't be hard. Mark and Jake had worked it out--Jake knew a guy who could break Brandi and her mother in well enough that they would go along with just about anything. Julie wouldn't be going anywhere; Mark just felt like teasing her. She, Brianna and Shannon he had other plans for.

Mark helped the others sneak Brandi out to a waiting van. Then he went back inside and carried Julie up to his room. It had been a long, and very productive, day.

All was not done, of course.

At four o'clock, Marianne Roberts left work. Marianne was an attractive 26 year old who'd had her children early--along with her divorce.

For Marianne, life was work and her kids. While she loved her children, she longed for the day she'd be free of them. At times, she almost wished they'd disappear.

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