“Panties off,” said her daddy. “And get down to your knees.”
She knew it was useless to resist. She’d already been made to basically dry hump her own brother and expose her breasts to him. How could she say no now? She pulled her panties off and dropped down to her knees, with her elbows continuing to support her on the chair. But why did he want her on her knees like this?
Her dad now told Cody to take his own belt off. They were going to punish her together, and her dad was going to teach her brother how to make the swats “really count.” Over the course of dozens of blows she endured a double spanking that ranged from the top of her ass down tohe middle of the backs of her thighs. As she cried desperately for mercy, her dad taught Cody how to put his full power into the blow, how to increase her agony by aiming at a single spot til it was numb from pain, how to vary the pain by having different parts of the belt hit her–the full length like a whip, or the weightier blow of a folded strap–and a few times, even the buckle.
Now her dad told Cody to continue practicing while he went into the other room for a moment. When their dad left, Cody’s swings became just a little bit gentler, but Liz hissed at him. “Harder!” She knew if Cody audibly softened his blows, their dad would only come back to make it worse. And Cody did in fact now resume torturing his sister as effectively as he knew how.
Their dad returned with lotion in hand. “Alright Cody, the upshot of all this is, I had better never catch you masturbating again. You’ve got three good holes, and an entire body of skin besides, to use for that purpose, named Your Sister, understand?”
“I, guess so?” said Cody while Liz keened.
“I know you’ve got to be blueballing it pretty hard right now, so look, there’s her ass. Take it. It’s yours.”
Liz screamed. “No!” But she didn’t move. She knew she couldn’t run, and she was conditioned to hold her position when being punished. Her dad simply ignored her, handing the lotion over to Cody. “This will make it go in easier.”
And she heard Cody unzip his pants. Once again she screamed “No please don’t do this!” And now her dad didn’t ignore her. Instead he grabbed her around the waist as she continued to be crouched in her position with knees on the floor and elbows on the chair. With his other hand he brought his belt down, hard, directly on her asshole, once to punctuate each syllable: “You will be still and be quiet and let him fuck your asshole.” The searing agony of these blows directly onto her anal sphincter brought forth screams of a sort she’d never heard herself make before. She resolved to be good.
Now she had to endure not just the anal rape by her brother, but anal rape of an anus bruised and torn by a direct leather beating. When she felt her brother’s dick at her entrance, she tensed her whole body. She would obediently stay in place but she could not accept what was happening to her. As he began to press she murmered “no no no no this isn’t happening” and when his dick finally penetrated, the pain like a bomb going off destroying her asshole, she cried like an animal. As he began thrusting in and out her cries lowered in volume til she was simply whimpering pathetically, limp, just waiting for it to end.
He took a while, but finally did put his sperm inside her intestines. Her dad gave her no time to recover. He demanded that she now do her duty and clean him off. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her naked body up from the chair and spun her around so that she was facing her brother’s half-erect dick directly. He pushed her face in til her mouth was incontact with his dick. At a series of blows against her ass and back, she made herself open her mouth up to her brother’s dirty cock, and tried to begin to clean him off.
She didn’t know what to do exactly. Could she use her hands? Should she use the tip of her tongue only or soak the thing in her whole mouth? When she licked him for the first time, though, her brother moaned involuntarily in pleasure and his dick immediately jumped to attention again. Her dilemma was solved, because her dad laughed, said something about a “youthful refractory period,” and told her to go down on her brother til he came again.
Sobbing, she complied, and as she began to do so, she heard her dad unzip his own pants and move in behind her. Her asshole had not yet recovered from the pain of her brother raping it, and now her dad was going to invade it too. Despite her intention to be good she started to resist, lifting her head up from her brother’s dick and turning to say something. But her brother, in lustful abandon, and maybe (she told herself) to keep her from making her dad angry, grabbed ehr by the head and began earnestly fucking her mouth with his dick. She could cry, sob, and choke, but she could not say “no” to her daddy as he began pushing up against her anal entrance with his cock.
Her father’s grip around her tummy, the inescapable agony of his dick stretching her asshole again and again, the obscene fullness of her brother throbbing in her mouth, her throat, forcing its taste on her, preventing her from breathing–her body was telling her what she was, what she had to be. And she complied, going limp, being nothing, just a thing for the two men in her life to play with. When they emptied their disgusting mess of semen into her violated holes, she tensed with the realization of her shame–which increased their physical pleasure of course–then collapsed to the floor weeping. The two men withdrew from her with heavy sighs at their recent effort, and she merely lay there, nude, her eyes closed, sobbing in pain. “Can I get fucking dressed now?” she yelled between sobs. Her dad laughed at this. “We’re not done with you yet. Got another hole to get through. But I think we’re going to rest first. So you roll over on your back.”
She was exhausted, and didn’t move at first, until he hit her on the breast with his belt. Now she yelped and rolled onto her back.
“Spread your legs wide… wider… keep ’em spread. Now we’re just going to admire the view for a while.” And the two nude men took seats on the couch, and admired her.
Her dad had her use her hands to pull her pussy lips apart, and the two men, from their seats, inspected her inside and out. “Like a flower, huh son?” Cody nodded in agreement, idly stroking his cock. Liz simply watched the ceiling through her tears and obeyed.
“Play with your clit,” said her dad, and Liz squeezed her eyes shut while releasing a keening wail. “Please don’t make me touch myself there Daddy!”
“Girl, do you want a spanking on that pussy?”
“Noooooo!” she cried, panicked at the thought.
“Then play. With. Your clit!”
Liz was a virgin. Indeed she had never even penetrated herself. But she’d been sorely tempted, as over the past few year’s she’d become quite proficient at pleasuring herself. Her abject situation was certainly a serious turn-off–the learing of her father and brother, the pain in her asshole, the chill she felt as she lay nude and exposed on the wooden floor. Yet, she did know how to play with her clit. She closed her eyes and refused to enjoy it.