I just through this together in about in hour and a half. I personally don't think it is all that great... But if you want to read a short story with a terrible ending... Then be my guest. I do warn you... It is kind of fucked up.
It was another sunny day in the desert town of Sahim. My mother sent me and my sister into the town market for a few items: fruit, bread, and oil. Ever since my father died, I had to be the “man” of the house. At age fourteen I did my best. Money was scarce and we obtained most of our goods from bartering. We didn’t have much, save for an old goat which we used for cheese and milk and our mothers amazing mending abilities. She could weave clothes from scratch and repair tattered ones. She was the reason our clothes were as nice as they were. After all, we were only a step up from street urchins. What we couldn’t procure with trades we had to… acquire through other means, namely thievery. I hated having to steal things, but I had little option. Some supplies we sorely needed, but could not afford… Looking back on it, I wish I would have gone without if it meant avoiding the consequences.
My sister and I trotted through the golden sand towards the bazaar. Our bare feet had been scorched to the point of resilience by the hot, dry powder. I readjusted the satchel slung over my tanned shoulder, the goods to be traded jostling inside. I peered over at my sister. She was five years younger than me. Her dark black hair fell neatly braided in one thick strand down her back. Her big brown eyes sparkled in the desert sunlight. Her skin had been cooked a golden caramel color from countless walks under the unforgiving sun. She had on a thin patchwork dress our mother had sewn for her. It was not much more than a rag, but our mother had mended it superbly and made it appear desirable. At any rate it suited Neisha just fine. I looked down at my own hand-sewn garments and smile at the workmanship.
“Sanjo, how much further?” Neisha inquired in her tiny sing-song voice.
“It is just over this next dune.”
We arrived at the market and quickly went to work collecting all the goods we required. First we got the fruit. The fruit merchant was a kindly old man who would always trade us mangoes, melons, and bananas for a pound of goat cheese. Next we acquired the bread. The bread salesman knew our family very well and would usually give us a loaf of bread in exchange for some of his clothes mended. Finally we had to get the oil. The desert got very cold at night and the only way to see and stay warm was from oil lamps… So oil was very important and very hard to obtain. The man who sold the oil was mean and callous. He would only accept money for his merchandise and sometimes not even that would suffice. This was the item I had to steal.
“Hey Neisha,” I began reluctantly, “why don’t you go play over there for a moment… I’ll take care of this last errand alone real quick.”
She smiled her bright beaming smile, nodded, then headed off. I didn’t want her to know I had to take something unfairly. I didn’t want her to think I was a thief… I did what I did from necessity, but she was too young to understand all that and her morals were too high. Not to mention the oil merchant, Gorbo, was a complete perv. I didn’t like to bring Neisha near him. I took another look at my innocent little sister playing in the sand, her dress fluttering in the stagnant wind, and then headed toward the oil stand.
Gorbo was a rather large man… Not hulking, but far bigger than me. He had a coarse bead and a near shaved head. His square jaw jutted out menacingly as he brooded in the shade of his stand. Flasks of precious oil lined the shelves of his place, true treasures in their own right. I had to wait for the perfect moment; if I got caught I was dead. Some goon finally waltzed up to oil merchant and engaged him in mindless chitchat. This was my chance! I had to act now. I crouched down and eased my way over to the stand. I double checked to make certain the coast was clear and then swiped a bottle of oil flawlessly from the counter. Without hesitation, I retreated from Gorbo’s stand, scooped up my sister and fled into an ally way not looking back once.
My heart as racing as I guided nine-year-old Neisha down the shady back path of the outer city limits. Slowly my confidence returned. Gorbo hadn’t seen me take his goods and I knew the back alleys better than anyone. We were essentially home free.
“Sanjo!” Neisha screamed. I didn’t know why at first, but then a huge fist came down on me knocking me into the hard sand. I tried to stir, but was again pummeled by large hands.
“I’ll teach you to steal from me you rat!” Gorbo growled has he volleyed more punches at me. Neisha’s screaming is what made him stop; otherwise he probably would have just beaten me to death. He let one more fist fly into my rib, knocking the wind out of me before turning towards my sister.
“Stop it!” Neisha exclaimed, clinching her tiny fists.
“No problem,” Gorbo reassured, “I would much rather play with you anyway.” The blood drained from Neisha’s cute little face.
“Stop it,” I tried to say. I could barely move. Gorbo glanced sharply back at me. He tore the strap of my satchel causing my goods to collapse on the ground. He then proceeded to tie my wrists tightly together before propping me clumsily against a wall.
“You stole my oil boy!” he spat. My little sister was still frozen in the same spot… completely petrified. “Now I’m going to steal your sister’s virginity.” At this I tried once again to struggle, but my hands were tied tight and I was still weak from my beating. Gorbo planted another punch in my stomach then stalked over to Neisha unmoving form.
He roughly picked up my defenseless sibling slamming her face into the hot sand. He pinned her to the ground with one massive hand. This man is at least five times bigger than my sister. He didn’t waste any time. He unbuckled his trousers and let his enormous cock spring out. It was bigger than one of Neisha’s legs. I could hear Neisha beginning to sob uncontrollably and I knew it was only going to get worse. Gorbo hiked up my little sisters dress past her tiny ass revealing her white panties. He ripped them off like tissue paper. He stopped momentarily to admire her miniscule entrance and to glance back at me. He flashed me an evil grin then plunged into my virgin sister nearly tearing her to shreds. Her blood curdling scream echoed off the stone walls of the ally for a solid five minutes after her face was shoved back into the sand muffling her cries.
Even after that first vicious plunge, Gorbo hadn’t made it but a third of the way in. I watched in absolute horror as he slowly worked his immense length and girth into my sister’s undeveloped hole. I could make out Neisha’s wails of utter pain as the brute agonizingly worked his way into her. Somehow, after what felt like an eternity, he was all the way in. I knew my sister’s virgin walls were gripping him incredibly tight and I could see from where I was that she was being stretched painfully. Not a moment after he had gotten all the way inside her, Gorbo drew nearly all the way out and then pounded roughly back in, over and over. Each violent thrust caused Neisha to let out another short, pained shriek has she was pushed deeper into the sand by a giant dick. Louder and louder as Gorbo shoved harder and harder.
“She is really fucking tight! You steal oil from me more often,” Gorbo taunted as he brutally raped a nine year old girl.
After about ten minutes have extremely hard vaginal rape, he pushed his dick as deep as possible into my preteen sister and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. My jaw dropped at what I saw. I could see Gorbo’s huge cock jutting out of Neisha’s stomach. He was so far inside her womb, that there was a noticeable protrusion from her abdomen. He sauntered over to where I was propped and sprawled my sis into my lap, his dick still buried in her. He once again resumed his viscous thrusts and a nearly vomited with disgust. I could feel it. I could feel his cock going up into my sister and protruding out of her abdomen were it proceeded to poke me, all the while Neisha’s screams grew louder and louder, her visage stained with tears and sand.
Gorbo begin to rape my sister faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. I could feel nearly every inch run into my sister’s tightness and poke out of her. Finally he came. He came so much. I felt it all surge into Neisha, flooding her deflowered womb with her rapists seed. She released one last drawn out sob. After pumping her cunt full of semen, he spun her around and impaled her face on his still rock hard tool. He rammed his monster cock down her throat making sure the last of his cum was deposited in her stomach. My poor sister had no choice, but to swallow all of it. Finally his cum flow stemmed and he pulled his dick from my sister’s warm, moist mouth letting her fell limp by my side. He said nothing else, just packed his cock up and left… Whistling a tune as he went. White sticky cum leaked out from between Neisha’s legs. She had passed out with cum in her mouth. I went to sleep to… Wishing it had all just been a dream.