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Another Good Night- Part III

Another Good Night- Part III

It had only been a few nights since Jason had started pestering her but already his disgusting attacks were starting to feel like a steady routine.

Hannah was already home and sitting at the table eating her evening meal when their brother got back home from work. Sarah sat at the table too, her small meal already finished. Hannah had noticed that her sister was zoned out as hell. She’d been talking to her about how school went but Sarah had just sat the whole time staring into the mid-distance. She couldn’t tell anyone the things she was thinking- they’d lose Hannah if she did- the courts wouldn’t allow her to stay with a sex offender and where else could she go. That’s what this was. Sexual abuse. And Sarah had no idea when Jason was going to ramp in up and take her virginity. The thought of her brother making her do that made her stomach roll.

He had come in carrying a white box which he left by the door. He took off his tie, putting it on the hooks, and strolled into the kitchenette like a king. He was such a smug asshole. Sarah couldn’t even look at him. He sat down at the table.

“Get me something to eat.” He ordered.

Sarah got up and drifted like a ghost to the oven. She produced the dinner she’d been keeping warm for him and put it down at his place setting.

“And a beer.” He said.

She fetched him a bottle of Bud.

He just sat there and fed himself with the roast strips of chicken; washing it all down with gulps of cold beer. He looked so content and Hannah could hardly believe he’d not snapped at her or called her a name yet. Her big brother was not her favourite person. As soon as she’d finished her dinner though Jason eyed her.

“You got homework?” He asked.

“Some sums,” Hannah answered.

“Why don’t you go to your room and get on that,” he said, “want you doing well at school, don’t we?”

“I suppose,” Hannah moaned, getting to her feet and grabbing her schoolbag from the door.

She trailed off wearily to her little room to start her homework. At nine years old she could hardly dream why Jason was always sending her to her room these days.

“Get me another beer, Sarah,” Jason ordered.

Sarah got up and moved again to the fridge. She grabbed a beer and took it back to him. This time she handed him the bottle. Not missing a beat Jason grabbed her hand and held it in his own. She was way too tired to fight with him and so she just let him hold her.

“How was your day?” He smiled.

Sarah just stared at him helplessly. He kept on smiling then he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“I’ve been thinking about you, sweetheart,” he crooned, “I’ve been thinking about these nice soft hands…”

“Hannah’s going to hear.” Sarah frowned.

“You’re right,” Jason said, “we should save this for tonight.”

He put Sarah’s fingers in his mouth and started sucking on them. Sarah looked away; keeping her arm outstretched and letting him suck on her fingers. Finally he let go of her hand.

“Okay clean this place up,” he said, opening his second beer, “get the dishes done. I’m going to watch some TV.”

He went over to the living area and sat down on the couch. Flicking mindlessly through the cable channels. Evening waned into night in just that way; Jason watching TV and Sarah cleaning away the dishes. By the time she’d finished it was round nine thirty and Jason was getting restless.

“Sarah, get your ass over here,” he shouted at last.

Sarah heard his voice from where she was standing, at the sink, and it wasn’t long before she reacted. He was really wearing her down with his constant attention. She walked over to where he was sitting. He patted the couch next to him and she sat down uncomfortably close. Then, to her surprise, Jason shouted Hannah in from her bedroom. When Hannah came through Jason had her sit near them on the couch.

“You finished your homework?” he said.

“Yes,” Hannah replied.

“Good girl,” Jason said, “look Hannah… I wanna talk to you about how I used to hit you and Sarah…”

Hannah’s eyes went dim with the recent memory.

“I was a real asshole, huh,” Jason smiled, “look Hannah… I’m not gonna do that anymore… okay… it wasn’t even about you… it was about Sarah…”

Sarah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he actually justifying himself to their nine year old sister?

“See,” he continued, “Sarah’s seventeen now… so she’s a grown-up like me in the family… you see… and sometimes grown-ups fall out and that makes life hard for the kids… you get it… but me and Sarah have been talking and we’re gonna try to get on and start liking one another a little and that’ll make life a lot easier for you, honey… no more hitting… you want that, right?”

“U-hu,” Hannah nodded.

“Cool,” Jason smiled, “but listen… for grown-ups to get on the way they need to they need some alone time… okay… just some time to chill-out together and do some grown-up stuff… so if you want everything to be cool with our little family you gotta go to bed early every night… you get me… give me and Sarah a chance to show each other how much we love each other…”

Hannah looked at Sarah’s glassy eyes. Was her sister getting ready to cry?

“Okay,” she said confusedly. Sarah didn’t look like she loved Jason at all, “okay, I’ll go to bed.”

“Good girl,” Jason smiled, “go on then. Get ready.”

Hannah left the room. Going to the bathroom first and brushing her teeth. Then she got her PJs, showered and got ready for bed. Jason watched every step like a shark; restless to start the ‘grown-up stuff’ with his hot fox of a sister. Finally Hannah was finished and she went into her room. Closing the door and switching off the light.

“I meant what I just told her Sarah,” Jason held the nape of Sarah’s neck softly in his hand, rubbing at the skin with his thumb, “I wasn’t bullshitting her… if I’m gonna be a decent guy to you and Hannah you gotta keep me happy at night… I love you so much, darlin’, and if you don’t let me show you how much I love you it’s gonna come out in other ways… like me hitting you guys…”

Jason pulled her face close to his.

“Christ you smell good, darlin’” he whispered, “you smell so goddamn nice… tell me I smell good…”

Sarah cringed. Jason tugged hard at her hair.

“Tell me I smell good, Sarah!”

“You smell good,” she winced.

“Make me fucking believe it, bitch!” He twisted her hair painfully in his fist.

“You do… you smell good Jason,” she whimpered, “please!”

His hand loosened on her hair and became affectionate again. His other hand started to caress her bare stomach under her sweater.

“I can’t believe you’re mine, darlin’” he breathed, “such a hot little seventeen year old pussy.”

His tongue lolled out and he pressed his wet mouth roughly against her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively for his probing tongue and let him make out with her in that disgusting way he’d developed over the years; rolling his long, wet tongue in and out. After about five minutes he pulled back. She could taste him in her mouth.

“You’ve made out with guys right?” He asked.

Sarah nodded. The shame and the disgust of the whole thing was nearly too much to take.

“How many?”

“Four.” Sarah’s voice shook and she lowered her eyes.

Jason put his hand softly on her chin and tilted her head up so she was facing him again.

“Make out with me like you did with them,” he said.

Sarah started crying.

“Don’t cry honey,” he stroked her hair, “don’t cry.”

“Please Jason,” she sobbed, “I don’t want to.”

“Come on honey,” he stroked her face, wiping away tears, “I love you more than any of those fucking assholes… make out with me…”

“Your my brother, Jason,” she cried, “please… this is killing me…”

He grabbed the nape of her neck and drew her firmly closer.

“Listen darlin’,” he said, “I don’t wanna fucking blackmail you or shit… but what I said to Hannah still stands… you’re gonna start treating me like your man or I’m gonna start treating you two a lot worse round here…”

He twisted a hand in her soft hair like before.

“Now I’ll start off… every time I stick my tongue in you do the same… do what you did with those other guys…”

Sarah cried but there was no time to plead with him again. He was on her already sucking at her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth. A short sharp tug on her hair made her react; pushing her own tongue back and into her brother’s warm mouth.

“Mmmmm,” Jason moaned.

Sarah cried.

He forced his tongue in and again Sarah was forced to respond licking the inside of his mouth as quickly as she could before having her tongue forced back into her own mouth again by his wet probing. All this and with the disgusting factor of the spit that was rolling between them; Sarah was sure Jason was manufacturing more saliva just for the occasion.

“Put your hands on my chest, babe… that’s it… like I’m your man…” he said.

Then he got back to kissing her. His hand was still lost in her thick hair and he was still pulling at it roughly; so rough that strands were being pulled from the scalp. Sarah was forced to pull back from the forced kissing session.

“Stop pulling my hair, Jason,” she said, “I’m doing it.”

Jason just laughed and continued to tug violently at her hair.

“Stop it!” She winced.

“Come on, babe,” he laughed again, “has a guy never got rough with you?”

“Please!” She cried.

“Aw, honey,” he smiled, “I said I wouldn’t hit you anymore… I never said I wasn’t gonna get rough with you in the sack…”

Sarah put her hand on his hand as he pulled at her hair some more; forcing their faces together and licking her out. She just had to tolerate him pulling her hair out and laughing while he did it.

“Okay babe,” he pulled her away, keeping hold of her hair.

She felt another heavy wave of revulsion as he started to quickly undo his belt.

“Time for a nice, sloppy blowjob.”

A tear ran down the whole length of her face as Jason finished undoing his belt and then pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees. His long, hard prick stood out arrogantly in the air; full of raging, horny blood and his full nuts lay heavily on the couch between his legs. She didn’t even have time to take it all in as Jason tugged and pulled her roughly onto his hardon.


She just cried.

“Come on, bitch!” he thrust his hips into her face, “suck on it.”

He reached down and prised open her jaw; forcing his thing into her warm mouth.

“Awww, shit!” he moaned, “take that cock. Give me a blowjob, babe! Nice fucking sloppy blowjob.”

He twisted her hair more roughly in his hands and forced his dick so far into her mouth that the head stuck in her throat. Sarah coughed violently and pulled away; she couldn’t help up spit on him which only seemed to turn Jason on more.

“Awww, yeah, darlin’, I knew you’d get used to it.”

He tried to forced her mouth back onto his dick; she tried to lever herself away from him with her hands on his thighs.

“Please, Jason,” she gasped, needing to breathe, “what if Hannah gets up?”

Jason’s strong hands slackened on Sarah’s head and he glanced at Hannah’s door.

“Fuck,” he laughed, “you’re right, babe. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”


He got up from the couch, butt-naked from the waist down and started dragging Sarah by the hair. He took her over to the front door first and retrieved the parcel he’d brought back from work. Then he forced her over to his bedroom and threw her inside. He locked the door.

“There,” he smiled, “more privacy for my sweet little cock-sucker.”

He grabbed the collar of her sweater roughly and tore it violently right down the front. Sarah gave a strangled scream but Jason just kept coming at her. He grabbed the material again- tore again. It came away from her body as a tattered red rag then he started in on her bra; pulling it off and breaking the strap. He pushed her down hard on his bed and then attacked her again; undoing the button on her jeans and pulling them clean off in one wild movement. She could see a bobbing string of precum swinging this way and that and staining the bedsheets as he moved like an animal. Finally he grabbed the elastic on her panties and tore them off too.

She was panting and crying when he finally snatched at her hair again. He dragged her round and sat his ass down on the precum covered bed; positioning her on her knees between his. He held her face close to his cock and then Sarah nearly threw up when he let a long white strand of spit fall out of his mouth; aiming it directly for his dick. It landed heavy and wet on his hardon and then his insistent hands started pulling her mouth onto his thing again. It was slick and covered in her spit and his and Sarah thought she’d go crazy if she had to take it in her mouth again.

“Jason,” she tried to pull away, she was snivelling and trying to make him take pity, “Jason… can I… can I do something else?… please… I can’t put it in my mouth…”

Jason laughed.

“I want a blowjob, darlin’” he said, “don’t worry… you’re gonna get used to giving head… I’m gonna get you to suck it every morning and every night…”

Sarah cried.

“Please,” she whispered, “it’s horrible.”

“Do it, babe!” He pulled her hair so hard she couldn’t believe the pain, “suck!”

He forced her mouth onto his erection. The bulbous head of his long dick felt so disgusting on her tongue and the wet precum and spit made her feel like she would throw up. But the worst was when he pushed it into her throat; making her choke.

“Please!” She pulled back from his dick, choking.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jason smiled in ecstasy, “gagging on dick is part of giving head.”

“Jason, please!”

He forced his cock back inside and rammed it home in her throat; holding her head down into his lap with his strong arms. Sarah struggled and tried to get away. She was choking to death. Jason just laughed and watched her hitting his thighs.

“Relax, honey,” he laughed, “I got you in a hold… no way your getting away from that dick… just breathe through your nose and learn to love it…”

He laughed again and in time Sarah stopped fighting; on her knees there, with her brother’s thing heavy on her throat, eyes open and crying.

“Okay, babe,” Jason crooned, “I’m gonna pull out and let you lick the head a bit… then I’ll push back in all the way… you’re gonna have to learn to get a rhythm going.”

He pulled his dick out on her mouth.

“Lick my piss-slit,” he moaned.

Sarah cringed but allowed her tongue to work on his disgusting knob. Then he grabbed her again and forced his dick down her throat. She gagged. Jason kept up the rhythm pulling out and pushing in more times than Sarah could count.

“Awww!! Awww!! Lick me, honey!!” He was in total bliss, “Suck that dick! Suck on that shit, babe! You give a mean fucking blowjob, Sarah!”

He pulled her away at one point.

“We need some more lube, babe,” he breathed, and then he spat another few strands of white spit onto his slime-coated cock, “Okay honey, suck it.”

He made her give head like that for another fifteen minutes. Sarah just tried her best not to choke or to taste the multiplying strands of his disgusting juices; that or hear him laughing and telling her how good she was or how much of a slut she looked with a guy’s cock-head in her mouth. Finally he shifted position; laying Sarah’s head down at the end of the bed and coming at her mouth again with his cock.

“What are you doing?” She turned her face away.
“I’m getting close to shooting, darlin’” he said, “I wanna facefuck.”

“No, please.”

She turned her head away as far as it would go only to have him force it back round and shove his hardon back into her mouth. This time he set the rhythm with his hips. Pounding his slim ass back and forward and pounding his massive dick into her unprotected throat. Sarah thought she was going to pass out but nothing was more revolting than hearing Jason announce his orgasm.

“Awww! Shit!” He shouted, “nice warm fucking mouth! I love facefucking sluts! I love pounding your sweet mouth, baby! Sarah! Aw, Sarah! I love you, honey! Aww! Aww! I’m gonna blow! Aw! I’m so fucking close to emptying these fucking nuts!! Aw! Take my cum, babe! Take my fucking c… uh! uh! uh!”

Sarah screamed as she felt him pull back from her throat and let go inside her mouth. His revolting seed swamped her in there and she could taste the unclean, salty taste of her brother’s spent load. She cried in abject pain and humiliation.

“Aw! Jesus!”

Jason pulled his now softening cock out of Sarah’s warm mouth and the girl tried at once to get up and spit the white corruption out onto the floor. But Jason was quick to react. He grabbed her and forced her facedown onto the bed; clamping a hand over her mouth so she couldn’t spit. She went crazy, the stuff in her mouth was so completely disgusting she couldn’t bare to have it in there a moment more and here was Jason forcing her to experience it, she kicked and fought and tried to scream.

“Shhh! Shhh!” He was stroking her shoulder blades lovingly from where he lay half-naked ontop of her, “relax honey. I’m not gonna make you swallow. It’s okay. Just keep it in your mouth a minute. I want you to get used to how I taste.”

A tear ran down the length of her face as again she was forced to calm down before Jason would stop what he was doing to her.

“That’s it honey,” he kissed her bare back, and touched her naked ass cheeks with his free hand, “your being such a good girl tonight… just keep that spunk in your mouth a few more minutes… think about what that shit tastes like, darlin’… your gonna be eating it every night…”

He laughed. Kissing her again. Sarah just lay there and watched the minutes pass on Jason’s alarm clock; trying not to swallow. Then, finally, he let go of her mouth and cupped his hand under her chin.

“Okay, babe,” he said, “spit that shit out onto my hand.”

She spat out immediately and Jason’s white slime pooled in the hallow of his hand.

“Lovely, babe,” he smiled, kissing her back, “you’re so nice. Turn around.”

He bodily turned her so she was on her back then he settled his hips between her naked thighs; his soft wet cock touched her down there. Sarah had the most revolted expression on her face he’d ever seen from a girl. He was a good looking guy and girls mostly wanted him; though he’d never done this shit with a girlfriend.

“Can I get a glass of water?” Sarah asked, obviously in mental torture.

“No, honey,” Jason smiled at her, “I’m not finished with your hot little mouth yet.”

Sarah’s lip quivered.

“You look so cute when you’re getting ready to cry babe,” Jason said, then he hovered his hand over her chest tipping his palm and slowly, and deliberately, pouring his cum into the hallow of her sex solar-plexus; it pooled up in there so gorgeously.

She turned away. Crying.

“Okay, honey,” he forced her face back, “time for you to show me what a slutty little girl you really are.”


“We’re gonna have a little cum-kiss, darlin’”

Sarah went crazy trying to push at his shoulders.

“Please, Jason, not that! Please!”

He ignored her; dipping his tongue into the deep cum on her solar-plexus and then trying to put it into her mouth. Sarah went crazy pushing him as hard as she could until her had to move. Then he leapt up from the bed and ran nude out into the hall and into the bathroom. She lifted the lid of the toilet in there and vomited hard into the basin. She coughed and spluttered and cried thinking of what Jason wanted her to do.

Jason just followed calmly behind her; slowly undoing his shirt and getting totally naked just like his sister. He strode into the bathroom and crouched down behind her; rubbing her back comfortingly.

“That’s right,” he said, “get it up.”

She spat again.

“Please Jason,” she cried, “please.”

He hooked his strong arm under her knees, the other on her back, and carried her like she didn’t weigh anything. Picking her up and placing her firm, little ass on the sink unit. He ran the cold tap and let some cool water pool in his hand. He put it to her lips.

“Take a drink, darlin’” he said kindly, she drank.

Then he reached back behind her and grabbed some mouthwash from the cabinet. He unscrewed the cap and pushed the nozzle up against her lips.


She did and he poured in the mouthwash. He made her swill it round her mouth then he lead her head down and made her spit into the sink. He ran the tap again; washing away what came out.

“Please Jason,” she was distraught, “I can’t do that.”

Jason just smiled lovingly.

“Sure you can, honey,” he said.

Then he started pushing what was left of his cum up from where it had dribbled down her fine body and up towards the pert shapes of her breasts. He leant into her again and licked a long strand of his cum off off her skin. Then, like before, he presented his cum-covered tongue for her to suck on.

“God, please.”

She turned away. He pressed his tongue to her cheek and let the white slime strand off on her. He did it a few more times like trying to nudge her into making out with him that way. Then, after awhile, he lost patience. He grabbed her face and forced it round with all his might; forcing his face against hers and wedging his wet tongue and slick cum into her hot mouth. She screamed and tried to get away again but it was no use. He was fully making out with her; pushing his cum into her mouth.

“Please Jason!” She screamed the first time he pulled away.

But he’d only withdrawn to gather even more of his stuff on his tongue. He pushed it back into her mouth and then hooked it back out with his tongue; sometimes licking cum onto her lips and face.

“I love a sweet cum kiss, darlin’” he said, licking more off of her tits and feeding it to her, “nice cummy fucking kiss…”

Sarah made a retching sound as her mouth started to get full of cum again. He’d pushed so much back in.

“You need to throw up again, baby,” Jason said.

Sarah nodded. Jason put out his hand.

“Spit out my cum,” he said.

She spat in back into his hand for the second time that night and then he took her back to the toilet. He forced her head over the basin.

“Okay, darlin’” he said, “you can throw up.”

She retched but there was nothing in her stomach. Jason gave her a minute just to make sure then he dragged her head back up to face him. He licked a mouthful of the cum back off his hand and started making out with her again.

“Use your tongue, slut,” he said, “push that shit back into my mouth… show me what a slut my girl is…”

He had to grab her throat pretty hard to make her comply but in the end the pain was too great and she was forced to stick her tongue out; swapping back her brother’s stuff and having it recycled again back into her mouth.

“Aw!” He moaned into her mouth, “fucking slut… so fucking slutty…”

In the end he just started giving her little pecks on the lips letting little soft strings of his stuff form and break off between their kissing mouths. Then, at last, he stood up. He looked down at her; crouching, humiliated in their bathroom with her lips wet with sweet cum.

“I love you, Sarah,” he said, “get showered now and come to bed, babe. I wanna give that pussy some attention.”

He grabbed her hair from where she knelt and forced her face up against his naked cock and balls. He started humping and grinding into her sweet face.

“See baby. See how hard I am already. That’s for your fucking little pussy, darlin’”

He ground up on her for another thirty seconds then he let her go.

“Take a shower,” he said, “I’ll be waiting in bed.”


After Sarah had finished showering; crouched against the corner of the shower, crying and trying to get the smell of Jason off of her, she went back to his bedroom. Sure enough he was waiting for her; stroking his long dick to keep it hard. He’d opened the parcel he brought in from work and there, laying on the bed, was the sluttiest lingerie Sarah had seen. A white suspensor belt and bra- no panties. She let another tear fall.

“Put them on,” Jason ordered thumbing his dick-head and digging down into his balls with the other hand, “from now on your only gonna wear the sexiest things, darlin’”

She came slowly to the bed and Jason watched in mouth-watering arousal as this absolute model of a girl pulled on that sexy lace belt and put on a bra that pushed her already amazingly firm titties into a little slight cleavage that jut made you want to have three hands.

When she’d finished dressing for him he got up suddenly and grabbed her arm pulling her violently down onto the bed. He climbed on top, naked, and started tonguing between her pushed-together tits. He forced her legs apart; exposing her cute pink pussy.

“It drives me wild you’re a virgin, Sarah,” he breathed, crazy with lust, “drives me wild that I’m gonna be the first guy to tap this shit.”

He started kissing her and she couldn’t believe the fear as she felt him cup her sex; starting to push his fingers ever so slowly inside her. He nuzzled on her neck; continuing to finger her gently and shallowly. Then she gasped as he groped at his dick with his hand; starting so slowly to rub his raging cockhead up and down on her tiny teenage slit.

“Please,” she winced as he bit down softly at her ear, “please Jason… don’t rape me.”

“Shh, honey,” Jason whispered, “all girls are scared their first time.”

She felt him try to push his cock inside.

“Please!” She reached down and pushed his dick away, “please… Jason!… please… I’ll… I’ll do something else… I’ll use my mouth again, Jason… please… I’ll suck you… please… don’t rape me… please…”

She was squirming and trying to edge away up the bed. Jason grabbed onto her shoulders; pulling her back; insisting. He tried again, lining up his cockhead.

“No!” She screamed; reaching down again and pushing him away.

“Fuck slut!”

Jason punched his sister full in the face. He did it so hard her lip burst and the bedspread spattered red with her blood.

“Fuck,” he swore, “see what you fucking made me do now, bitch.”

She held her bleeding face in one trembling hand and looked away at the dark wall. Jason shook off the guilt. All he knew was she was fucking amazingly hot and his cock wanted serviced. He grabbed her hips and positioned them to fuck.

“Keep your fucking hips there,” he snarled, “I fucking pay for everything… I pay for the fucking clothes you wear, bitch… and you won’t even let me have fucking pussy… no fucking way, Sarah…”

He pushed his cockhead up against her opening again and this time Sarah didn’t have the strength or the courage to fight him as she felt the spongey, wet bulb pushing up into her pussy. He moved his hips backwards and forwards in a slow steady rhythm; keeping just that spongey cockhead at the door of her cunt. Then he grabbed her shoulders and forced his entire weight into one massive push. His hand covered her mouth and she stifled a scream as his entire, massive erection tore into her pussy; breaking her hymen and causing blood to flow inside her.

“Awwww! Fuck!” He couldn’t believe how sweet and tight that pussy was, “aw! Fucking virgin pussy!”

He rocked his hips against her; pounding his dick home in her pussy. Sarah was screaming and crying at the same time but Jason just took it as moaning against his firm hand. He buried his face in her titties picking his ass up off the bed with every grinding thrust.

“Keep your legs open, slut!” He ordered, “keep taking that dick! Aw, I love you! Aw, Sarah, I love you!”

After awhile he started trying to impress her; showing her all the moves he’d learned with old girlfriends in the past; sometimes fucking her real fast and other times rotating his hips in circles so his cock screwed into her. Then, after about what seemed forever solidly fucking, Jason felt that familiar tingle in his balls.

“Aw!” He licked her tits, “I’m gonna cum in your pussy.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant.” She cried to herself.


“I don’t want to get pregnant!” She cried louder.

“Aw! Aw!” He was on cloud nine, barely hearing her, “I just wanna do it this once, babe… I’ll buy condoms tomorrow… I’m just gonna… ah! ah!… I’m just gonna cum… once in your… ah! beautiful hot pussy!”

She just lay there, lip burst, legs spread like a slut, with this asshole rutting on top of her; ready to cum whether she wanted him to or not. Then she closed her eyes as she felt her brother spasm out of all control.

“I’m… ah! I’m fucking cumming!”

He blew a hot sticky load deep inside her pussy and then another few strands spurted out afterwards before he finally lay his hot sweating body down on her amazing svelte frame. He continued to kiss and lick at her tits, cock still inside her, as he tried to regain his breath.

“Aw, fucking awesome,” he breathed hard.

Then he pulled his wet cock out of her and fell down exhausted on the bed next to his gorgeous sister. Sarah looked down at her wet, cum-filled and bleeding pussy.

“You’re gonna make me an amazing girlfriend, Sarah,” Jason breathed out.

“Go to hell, Jason,” she whispered.

Jason looked at her. Then he just laughed.

“You got attitude now, slut,” he said, “but you’ll get used to how things are gonna be…”

He started stroking at her luscious thigh.

“Soon you won’t even question it anymore,” he crooned, “you’ll just come to bed and open your sweet little pussy up for me to go at like a jackhammer…”

“You’re disgusting.” She sobbed in pain.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, then he pulled her towards him, forcing her firm ass up against his wet cock; spooning her, “but I’m the first guy you let into this sweet pussy… I’m your fucking boyfriend now, Sarah…”

He laughed; reaching round and fingering her sore pussy.

“You’re gonna have to get used to me.”

He continued to finger her then he tugged off her sexy lace bra; reaching round with the other hand and feeling her pert little breasts. He pushed one finger as far up her pussy as it would go. She reached down and tried to push him out; she was so painful down there. He just pushed against her.

“Don’t you fucking push my fingers out,” he shouted, “from now on I get to do whatever the fuck I like with this pussy… you’ve been a cocktease to me for too fucking long… now try to get some sleep, darlin’, you’ll be sucking on my dick before I go to work tomorrow.”

Broken Birds, Part 24, Dante’s World

Part 24
Dante’s World

Beth prayed for Becka. Though Becka’s words relieved the major part of her guilt, she was haunted by the agony in Becka’s eyes. She remembered her own agony all too well – not of the rape itself, but of the feelings and aftermath. Her memories of the events of that Saturday night had been almost entirely erased.

Mercifully Becka had little memory of the next two days.

Jennifer examined her carefully and spat her disgust with rural American doctors. Becka had Chlamydia and Gonorrhea of the throat. She suspected from talking with Becka that she also had Herpes 1.

Becka’s vagina, peritoneum and sphincter had been ripped. The injuries had never been repaired. Anger coursed through Jennifer. They’d been given the money. Why hadn’t they gone to the doctors?

She scheduled Becka for surgery in Brisbane.

Beth and Alice sat beside Becka on the lounge pool deck. Becka had wanted to sun bathe, but the sun was too strong in the early afternoon, so they sat in the shade. Ted and Michael sat together at the other end of the deck. Ted had a beer; Michael sipped a Mimosa.

Michael looked into Jennifer’s face and blanched. “Can you send for Nancy? I need to talk with Ted and her.” She said in clipped tones. She waived Alice over.

Beth and Becka came over. Michael sent Beth to get Nancy. He rose and excused himself. This was Burkett family business.

Nancy appeared, hurrying to their table.

Jennifer took a long breath trying to remain calm. She looked at Ted and Nancy, cocked her head toward Becka asking silently if they wanted her to hear.

“I’m seventeen. Tell me what’s wrong.” Becka had a mulish expression. Ted and Nancy nodded.

“Okay. Becka, you have a couple of diseases including Gonorrhea and Chlamydia of the throat. She reached into her white smock and pulled out two bottles. “The directions are on the bottles. I think you may also have Herpes 1. It’s very common. It may or may not be connected with the rape.”

Becka began to sob.

“You also have significant scarring from the tearing of your vagina and sphincter. There’s also some scarring on your cervix. We’ll need to get that evaluated by an OB/GYN. You’re going to need surgery. I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling it ten days from now. I want you healthy before the surgery. Recovery time is usually about 6 weeks.” Jennifer’s anger grew.

Becka was now openly crying in her father’s arms.

Jennifer’s eyes hardened, “Nancy, you’re a nurse. Why didn’t you get her treatment? Misha sent money!”

Nancy’s face seemed to come apart. She ran from the table.

“It’s not her fault. She took me to our doctor right after and he said I’d heal. He took some tests, but it was probably too soon for him to detect the diseases. She tried to get me to go to other hospitals and an OB/GYN. I refused to go. I told her I was fine and if she made me go, I’d kill myself,” Becka said sobbing into her father’s chest, “I thought I’d heal and then forget it ever happened.”

Jennifer nodded sadly, regretting what she’d said.

“Okay young lady,” Jennifer said sternly, “you’re here to get fixed and we will fix you. Go take the pills. I need to talk with your mother.”

Jennifer left to find Nancy and apologize.

Alice had been quiet during the discussion, carefully monitoring Becka and her father. Clearly she trusted him. He reminded Alice of Michael, including his haunted look.

“Ted, would you excuse Becka and me?” Alice said kindly, motioning Beth to come over just as Misha came to them. Misha’s face showed signs of crying. She had on a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit that showed off a killer body for a woman of any age.

Misha touched Becka’s cheek with infinite gentleness, “I’m Misha. Robert was my son. I’m so sorry, Honey.” Misha’s tears started again. Beth put her arms around Misha. Becka rose and joined them. All three cried.

Becka looked at Misha, “I don’t remember Robert. It was that bastard John that set me up and raped me first.”

‘Thank God for small mercies,’ Alice thought.

“Misha, I was going to start a session, so if you’ll excuse us.” Misha headed for the other side of the pool deck.

Alice asked Becka about her dreams for the future.

Alice and Beth talked with Becka for nearly three hours. Alice had a private session with Becka for another hour. By the end, they were exhausted, but Alice had some very specific ideas for treatment. She also had a problem.

During a particularly painful, private discussion, Becka blurted that Sandy had been molested by her uncle several years ago. They’d kept it a secret because Ted would have killed him. She asked Becka to see if Sandy wanted to talk about it.

“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight,” Becka said sadly, “I think the nightmares will come back. Could you stay in the room with me?”

“Of course, Honey,” Alice searched Becka’s eyes for a moment. Unknowingly, she’d focused on the wrong broken bird.

As harrowing as it had been for Becka, the afternoon had awakened memories in Beth she never knew she had. The memories had not been erased after all. That night, she would have a tour of Dante’s Hell.

Dinner was somber, Becka’s agony awakening memories everyone wished they could erase. They parted early to go to bed. Beth declined going with Michael, saying she was tired and sending him to bed with Shoshana and Nita.

Beth lay in the darkness, finally succumbing to her exhaustion.

As soon as she closed the front door, Beth knew she was in trouble. She faced seven men and a girl, Thomas in front.

“We can do this the easy way of the hard way, Beth.” Thomas said smoothly. Beth was far from the first to be initiated!

She could smell the hate and lust. She turned to flee, but strong arms encircled her waist. She swung her elbow as her dad had taught her. Her elbow smashed into a face. She felt a facial bone break. She slammed the heel of her foot on her attacker’s foot. More bones shattered. He released his grip.

A vicious punch to her solar plexus drove her to her knees. She kicked out at crotch level and heard a satisfying scream. Her head was pulled up. A brutal punch broke her nose. She still fought with her nails, raking one face and a forearm. Someone twisted her arm behind her back. She screamed when it snapped.

She still struggled, but they had tape across her mouth and legs. When they taped her hands behind her back, the pain from her broken arm being twisted behind her was too much. She fainted.

They stripped her, tied her up, blind folded her and waived an ammonia capsule under her nose.

“I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson,” an angry Thomas said, looking in the mirror at his face. The purple indentation on his cheek seemed to be growing. He limped over to the bed.

The girl helped him out of his clothes. She knelt in front of him, giving his hardening cock a wet bath. Then she lubed it with warming gel. They knew this allowed him to go balls deep without caring if the woman was ready.

It hurt the victim more that way. Several “townies” knew all to well.

He got between her splayed legs, groping her breasts. He went to kiss her. She spat at him. He slapped her hard. He bit down hard on her soft, firm breast, coming away with a piece. She fought him, but the ties were tight and her arm broken.

The girl took his cock and parted Beth’s nether lips. It sat at the entrance to Beth’s tunnel, ready to take her once in a lifetime gift.

“Bust that spoiled bitch’s cherry,” she said viciously.

Thomas thrust forward hard. Even the lube didn’t allow him to go balls deep on the first thrust. She was incredibly tight and hot. He could feel her hymen. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Beth screamed, writhing in agony beneath him as the door to her womb was ripped from her tunnel. His third thrust slammed into her cervix.

Beth began to lose consciousness again.

“No bitch, you’re not getting off that easy,” the girl said as she waved the ammonia capsule under Beth’s bloody nose, “By the end of tonight, you’ll be a total slut!”

Thomas jackhammered her for his own pleasure. She whimpered and moaned her pain and humiliation. He punctuated the violence of his orgasm by spitting in Beth’s rapidly closing eye.

He rolled off her. Another man entered her. She was in unbearable agony.

“Hey man, you must’ve cum a gallon. Talk about sloppy seconds!” He thrust forward into her tunnel meant for love.

Nonetheless, he quickly came inside her. She was still very tight, but now well lubed with semen.

Each of the seven took her. By the time the seventh animal rolled off, her pussy had been hideously damaged.

They rearranged her on the bed, pulling her to her knees. She kicked blindly, her heel connecting with the girl’s face. The girl screamed with rage.

“Later” Thomas said in a flat, dead tone.

Beth knew she would die. She tried to break free of the hands holding her legs.

“Get your dick in her ass. Give her something else to think about.”

Thomas aimed his lubed dick at her dark starfish. He thrust forward with all his might. Beth screamed as she felt her sphincter rip, opening the way to him. She tried to fight him, but her energy was about gone.

He pummeled her ass, slapping her ass cheeks to get a reaction. He shot his load deep in her bowels.

He went to her head to get her to clean his cock, but hesitated. This one was a fighter. She would bite him. He hopped off the bed on his one good foot and went to a drawer, finding his pliers. He returned, smiling evilly.

“Let’s give her a nice smile,” the girl pinched Beth’s broken nose so she would open her mouth. Thomas began to make Beth’s mouth safe for his cock. Her screams sprayed droplets of blood from her gums across the room.

Satisfied, he slapped her face. He was hard again. He plunged his cock deep in her mouth, but could not get through her throat. His friends plunged deep into her ass. The third man decided to fuck her ass, but shoot his cum in her mouth. The others followed, desperately trying to plunge their cocks into her throat.

None succeeded.

They flipped her onto her back. They retied her. She kicked weakly, still fighting them. Thomas climbed above her bloody mouth. He pinched her nostrils together. She opened her mouth to breathe. Thomas peed in her mouth. Beth choked. Another man replaced Thomas. Beth vomited.

Finally, Thomas waived the girl over. She had lit cigarette in one hand, broom handle in her other. Despite the bloody mess of Beth’s pussy, she found Beth’s clit. She ground the cigarette into Beth’s most sensitive flesh. Beth’s screamed an inhuman shriek.

Pins thrust through her bloody vaginal lips. Beth screamed weakly. Another went through her clit. She almost levitated in pain wailing in agony. Then she felt one being pushed through her left nipple. Another scream poured out her mouth. She fainted.

Her tormentor rubbed her own bruised face, her fury in full bloom. She cracked the last ammonia ampoule beneath Bet’s bloody nose, now swelling horribly. She shoved the handle deep into Beth’s ass, knowing the bacteria that lived in the colon would infect Beth’s pussy. Beth moaned in agony.

The man above her head let loose his stream into her mouth.

She took the stick from Beth’s ass. The last inch was covered in feces.

“You’ll thank me for this one day you little stuck up bitch,” she put all the venom she could into those words. She shoved the handle hard into Beth’s ravaged pussy, again and again until it penetrated deeper, through Beth’s cervix into her womb. She shoved once more and bright red blood began to run from Beth’s pussy. Beth let out an inhuman scream of agony.

Another boy delivered another mouthful of pee. He laughed at the little whore.

The venomous girl mounted her head and let loose her flow into Beth’s bloody mouth.

They left her in her world of pain and degradation.

One boy, not as high as the others, saw the volume of blood and quickly realized Beth was in bad trouble. He wrapped her in the stinking bedding and took her to his room. He needed to call his father to get help. If Beth died, they’d never cover it up.

He left her alone as he rushed to get the emergency kit.

Beth was barely conscious. She felt fresh air. She ripped off the blindfold with her good hand and crawled to the cool night air. She managed to lift the window enough to slip out. The porch roof was just below the window. She slid down the roof, into bushes beside the road… and headlights of a car driven by startled football coach.

“Beth, Honey, wake up.” Her dad cried urgently. He kissed her.

She was secure in Michael’s arms, bathed in her own sweat and his. She looked around, disoriented. Alice was beside her on the bed. Jennifer stood next to Michael. She had a syringe in her hand, about to use it if Beth hadn’t wakened.

Alice looked at Jennifer. Both had discussed Beth’s traumatic amnesia and feared this day.

“Beth, can you hear me?” Alice said softly.

Beth looked at her, “I can hear you, Alice,” she said as though across a great distance. “I remember it all,” her voice rising, “every thrust, every smell, all the pain, all the hate,” she was wailing now, “that goddamn bitch and the broom handle.” She looked up at Michael and seemed to calm.

Jennifer looked at Alice silently offering the narcotic that would allow Beth to sleep. Alice shook her head.

Shoshana entered the room carrying Vika. She placed Beth’s daughter in her lap. They watched as several years of her life replayed in Beth’s head. All the pain, fear and finally joy played out through her eyes.

She looked down at Vika, then up at Michael. She handed her child back to Shoshana.

“Dad, I need a drink,” she said softly.

Moments after taking her first sip, she fell asleep in Michael’s arms. She roused once to visit the bathroom and returned to bed, Michael at her side.

Shoshana joined them.

Two days after her melt down, she strode onto the pool deck. Becka and Alice were having a session, so she gave them privacy. Instead, she sat next to Sandy. Beth wanted to see the world through Sandy’s new eyes.

Sandy wanted to know everything about their little home and her new companions, particularly Beth. She’d seen the horrific picture Beth held up in her You Tube video. It was hard to believe this Beth and that picture were of the same person.

“It was a hard, painful road, but eventually my Dad and Alice helped me travel it. I remembered everything two nights ago. I had traumatic amnesia. Alice is worried that I would have to retrace my recovery, but I think she’s wrong. I think I’ll be OK in a few days.”

“You have sex with your Dad?”

Beth nodded, “I love him as a man. He’s the only man I trust completely.”

“Doesn’t it feel weird?”

“To be weird, you have to know normal. I was a physical virgin when I was raped. They took my ability to conceive a child. I don’t know normal. I gave my Dad my real virginity.”

“Real virginity?”

“Honey, we’re women. The little piece of tissue, our hymen, can be broken easily by accident. A friend broke hers water skiing when she fell and did the splits. You become a woman when you give yourself, your love and soul. Men can force your body to have sex, but no one can force you to make love. It’s one of the great powers a woman has. When to first make love.”

Sandy was quiet for a time.

“You remembered everything?”

Beth nodded sadly. “It’s part of the healing process or so I’ve been told.”

“When you talk to Alice does she tell anyone what you talk about?”

“No Honey,” suspicion began to grow inside Beth, “You can tell her any secret and she will keep it safe.”

“What about you?”

“Most times I would, but if I thought keeping something a secret could hurt you or someone I love, I’d probably tell.” Beth would not lie to her.

“Okay, but it would hurt a lot of people if you tell.” Sandy took a deep breath, “I’m not a physical virgin. My uncle, my Mom’s brother, forced me a couple of years ago.” Sandy’s eyes filled with tears.

Beth’s eyes widened, connecting the possibilities and dangers. She forced herself to be calm, “Honey, then I think you should have Jennifer examine you. You should also talk to Alice,” Beth saw fear in the little girl’s eyes, “or do you want me to tell her?”

“Could you?”

“Of course,“ Beth said, getting up, “let’s go see Jennifer and your Mom.”

While Jennifer examined Sandy, Beth found Alice.

“I think you’ve got another patient. Sandy just told me her uncle raped her.”

Alice nodded sadly. “She asked me to tell you,” Beth said, knowing Alice would never betray a confidence.

Alice’s eyes showed gratitude. She could now treat Sandy. Then she snapped. This was Beth talking to her! Beth had just gone through vividly reliving her horrific rape and sodomy. Beth who would not leave her room for 36 hours.

“How are you doing?”

“OK, not great, but OK. I could have lived without feeling that damn broom handle shoved inside me again, or the broken arm or a million images, smells and pains from that night. I’ll deal with it, so long as you’ll help me.”

Alice smiled at Beth’s ultimate compliment. She went to find Nancy in the infirmary.

Alice arrived as Sandy was leaving an exam room. Sandy looked unhappy; Nancy looked devastated.

Jennifer looked at Nancy, “Mind if Alice listens in?” Nancy shook her head no, “How about you Honey? Can Alice listen?”

Sandy nodded.

“Honey, I think you have Gonorrhea. The tests will confirm it. Many women are asymptomatic – they have no symptoms. You also have a little damage to your vaginal floor that we should repair.”

Jennifer paused, “You understand?”

“Why does my period hurt so much?”

“It may be from the STD, but we’ll have them check when we go to Brisbane.”

At the mention of Brisbane, Sandy’s head snapped up. She smiled broadly remembering all the things to do in Brisbane, the walk around outside mall and all the boys!

Even Nancy smiled.

“Sandy, Beth told me your secret. She said you asked her to tell me?” Sandy nodded.

“Honey, do you want me to tell your Mom?”

“She just told us,” Nancy said with a haunted expression.

“How is Ted going to take it?” Alice asked Nancy. Ted inspired terror. Alice prayed he did not take this out on Nancy.

“I think Tim or Michael should tell him,” Alice said, thinking, “probably Michael. He had to stop from killing the boys that raped Beth because she needed him. Ted respects him.”

“Nancy, do you or the girls want to stay in the main house tonight?” Alice asked obliquely asking if Ted would hurt her or the girls.

“Ted would never hurt me or the girls.”

Michael spoke with Ted that evening before dinner. While outwardly tough, inside of Ted was a gentle, loving man. His girls defined his world and it was crumbling around him. It was his job to protect Becka and Sandy. He’d failed them miserably. Michael recognized the look, feeling the man’s pain.

Ted also suffered from PTSD. He’d been off his meds for some time, giving him the illusion that he had control without them.

He ate dinner with his girls, gently kissed them goodnight. When Nancy asked him to come to bed, he said he had some things to think about.

A single gunshot reverberated through the compound a little after midnight.