The following story is fiction and should not be taken literally in any way. This story deals with very dark and perverse subject matter, and I do not condone child abuse in any form. This story is just a way for me to explore some of the more disturbing aspects of human behavior. Please consider the tags for this story before reading. This story deals with extremely disturbing concepts and is meant to be disturbing. If you do not like or have interest in these subjects, please stop reading now. I welcome constructive feedback about the story itself. However, hate filled rants and personal attacks will be ignored.
For this next installment, I would like to take a moment to recognize ~~!!KaosAngel!!~~ for some of the inspiration in this story. I always feel that credit should be given where it is do, and a consistent theme in her work gave inspiration toward an element in mine.
The Family from Redgrove
Vicky was having a hard time sitting at the kitchen table from the pain in her ass. She picked at her pancakes, eggs and bacon, as Trish watched her warily. She still wasn’t sure about what they had just talked about, how could she be?
In Vickies room, only minutes before, Trish had her hand on the back of her sister’s neck, holding her against the bed. Her face was next to Vickies ear as she said harshly, “Vicky are you crazy!? Do you understand that dad isn’t joking and really will kill you? He’s not even just going to kill you, he’s gonna do you just like the girls you’ve seen in the barn. Do have any idea how painful that’s gonna be? It’s gonna make his cock up your ass feel like a tickle!” She wasn’t loud enough for her voice to carry, but short of that it was the same as yelling.
Vicky wasn’t fighting against her sister’s hold. She simply laid there and said, “I know Trish, but there isn’t anything I can do about it now. I don’t want to die, but dad already said he was gonna do it!” Trish knew her sister was right; it was too late. Trish had watched her father dispatch her mother and her mother’s two younger sisters, not to mention nearly a dozen young girls her father had brought home. She also knew that for nearly half those girls she had helped her father carry out his wicked deeds, and she loved it. She knew that her father and she were both monsters and in two weeks she would experience what she had helped those girls go through. However, now her little sister was going to join her.
“Are you stupid or what? If you don’t want to die, why did you tell him to kill you?” She didn’t really know why she was upset. She had helped lure several girls to their deaths for her father; a couple of whom were about the same age as Vicky. Why did it feel different since it was her sister?
She couldn’t see her face, but her little sister’s voice was sincere as she spoke, “When dad was raping me, he looked so happy and that made me happy. I wanted to make him more happy… I felt like I needed to make him more happy. It just came out.”
“Something like that doesn’t just come out Vicky! You either meant it or you don’t, so which is it,” Trish demanded.
She could hear her sister’s muffled whimpers before she answered, “I meant it ok! I don’t want to die, but I want to make daddy happy. It makes my body all hot and tingly like I’m gonna burst when I see how happy he his. I want more!”
Trish really was impressed with her sister. She wasn’t sure if she was a true masochist or not. It seemed that it wasn’t the pain that she liked but the pleasing of the sadist. In this case their father. She still felt unsure about her feelings, but she knew she wanted to be a part of her sister’s final moments.
A moment later they herd their father call up to them, “Hey, you two coming down, or have I gotta come up there?”
Trish let her sister up then called back to her father, “yes daddy, we’re coming down. Vicky just needed some help getting her tail in.”
“Well hurry it up, your eggs are getting cold,” their father called back, and the girls left the bedroom to head downstairs.
Trish thought about how bizarre her life was, and just how crazy she and her father were. She was going down to breakfast to eat with a man who had decided to kill his seven year old daughter just the night before. Then again, he was also going to kill her, but she would still sit down to have breakfast with him and the rest of her family like they were the goddamned Cleavers. That is except there was no mom at that table.
She thought back to when she saw her mother die. It was the first time she had ever watched her father kill someone, and it was then she knew that she was as disturbed as her father. She was seven years old and her father had just fucked her ass for the first time, but for her it wasn’t rape. She had loved the way it felt when her father would work his fingers into her ass. She couldn’t wait to have him ride her like he did to her mother and aunts.
On the night of her seventh birthday she was laying in her mother’s lap who held her arms while her aunts’ Tomomi and Midori held her legs apart. She didn’t need to be held down. She knew she wouldn’t try and get away, but she still enjoyed the attention. Her mother and aunts had been more like sisters to her as far back as she could remember. Her mother was only 19 then. Midori was 14 and five months pregnant with what would later turn out to be identical twin girls. Tomomi was only two years older than Trish and they were very close. She had just recently started having both vaginal and anal sex with her father who was also Trish’s dad. Trish didn’t know at the time that her mother, Mayu, was more than just like a sister to her but rather was her sister. Mayu was the oldest daughter of Thomas Stewart. He was the same Thomas Stewart who was in fact the father to everyone within the household. The only one who had not been his sire was his long departed wife, Keiko. Trish heard some stories about her later on, and thought she sounded amazing, but never got to meet her since her father had killed her a year before she was born, and Tomomi no longer needed her milk.
With her legs spread apart, she saw her father move between them. He began by using his tongue, and instantly she felt like she was in heaven. Mayu brushed her hair and cheek as she told her, “this is a very special day for both of us honey. Right after he finishes with you, he is going to do something to me that he has been waiting on for three years. Do you know why he waited so long?” Trish just shook her head dreamily, as she enjoyed her father’s tongue. “He waited because I told him I wanted to see tonight. I wanted to see him take your ass for the first time,” as she said this her daughter was not processing the implications of her words. She was just building in anticipation of the big moment when her father would enter her. She didn’t have to wait long as Thomas moved up to position himself. Midori and Tomomi took turns getting his tool and Trish’s rosebud well slathered with their saliva. As he began to push into her, her eyes flew open and her mouth gaped. It was much more painful than she expected, but that only made it more exciting and enjoyable to her. He was careful to go slow enough not to injure her but he was making steady progress. It didn’t take long before he was in the deepest part of her colon. To her it felt like he was inside her stomach. Her whole body felt like it was on fire as her father seemed to be trying to split her into two. When he finally shot his ropes of hot, sticky cum inside her, she went over the tipping point. Her body convulsed deeply with her first orgasm. The others could hardly believe it. They didn’t think it was possible for a girl so young to cum. Tomomi felt jealous since she still hadn’t had one herself. He father laid down on top of her while they recovered, but never pulled out of her.
About a half hour later, he got up and his flaccid member fell from her anus. He went to wash up and her mother looked down at her saying, “not long now honey and it will be mommy’s special time. I love you so much baby, and I know wherever I go, I’m gonna miss you and Liz so much.” Trish had no idea what she meant.
Her father came back into the room still naked and told them it was time. Trish got up and went to get her top and thong, but Midori said to leave them. In the meantime, Tomomi went and got Mayu’s youngest, Liz. Liz was only two years old, but since she couldn’t be left alone, she would also witness her mother’s demise.
They left the house through the back door, and made their way along a stone path toward the barn. When they were all inside the barn, their father locked the doors from the inside then started moving straw from part of the floor. He then rolled back a large rubber mat, revealing a metal door hidden underneath. He unlocked it with a keypad and a motor came to life, opening it. From there, they descended a steel ladder to an underground room, lit with florescent lights. The room was covered in tile and polished clean. Trish saw two strange metal chairs with various straps on them and a giant, shiny metal box with glass doors that looked like they were taken from an extra-large shower. Behind the glass doors were large black coils all along the rear wall. Mayu gave Trish’s hand a firm grip then walked away from her and stood between the two chairs. Thomas walked up behind, put his hands on her shoulders then asked, “So which is it gonna be?”
Mayu looked between the two chairs then after a few moments pointed to the right one. Thomas then helped her into it. She was on her stomach with her legs in stirrups that forced them apart, and her chin was in a padded cup that forced her head back. Her father then began securing her with various straps from head to toe that didn’t allow her to move in any way. The only part of her that wasn’t in straps was her wrists that were tied behind her back with white twine. Her father then walked over to Trish and told her, “baby, what happens next might be scary to you, but your mom has known this was coming for a long time and it’s something that needs to be done.” She didn’t understand, but she nodded her head anyway. He then walked over to the big metal box, flipped a switch and turned a dial. Trish heard a loud fan whine and electrical buzz fill the room.
Her father then retrieved a metal spike from the wall that was taller than he was. Its shaft was square with one end sharpened to a wicked looking point and about two thirds down another smaller spike ran parallel about an inch away from the larger one. He lifted it up and aligned it with the entrance to Mayu’s pussy. Her breathing was rapid and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Trish could see what was about to happen but couldn’t quite believe it. She didn’t even notice that her hand was slowly moving downward toward her own pussy. Thomas slowly started to push the sharp point of the spike into his daughter. Her body shuddered as she felt the cold steel press into her and knowing that her life would soon come to an end. Thomas was methodical as he slowly pushed further into his trembling daughter. He felt some resistance and knew he was at her cervix. He applied a firm, constant pressure and the spike slowly made its way past the barrier. Mayu could feel it moving deeper inside her. She was openly sobbing as she felt the sharp point pressing into her womb. She started to scream as it tore through and moved into her intestines, but the pain was too intense and the scream caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure how far it was inside her, but she had a cramping pain deep in her gut worse than anything she could have imagined. She then felt a hot, shooting pain in her stomach followed by a burning flood that swept through her. Thomas knew this was because he pierced her stomach and all its acids were being released within her. She felt like this had gone on for an eternity even though it was only a few minutes. Thomas was pushing the spike in by the millimeter. He wanted to draw the process out as long as possible because the next part would have to go quickly. Mayu felt as if she was having the worst heartburn there could be as the spike moved past her stomach into her esophagus. This was compounded by the pain in her ass as the smaller spike was now cutting into her rectum. Thomas paused and told her to take a deep breath. She steadied herself as much as she could then took a few practice breaths before taking a final deep inhale and held it. It was difficult to do since her diaphragm didn’t want to work properly, but Thomas was an expert at this and made sure not to pierce it. It was even harder for her to hold her breath when she felt the spike suddenly thrust forward. However, a moment later the tip was in her mouth, and the air was trapped in her lungs. Thomas told her to open her mouth and she complied. Trish saw the spike tip escape her mother’s mouth, stained with blood, and was suddenly aware that she was feverishly rubbing her slit from witness the display before her.
Her father opened the glass doors to the box and a wave of heat flooded the room. Trish had been so focused on her mother that she hadn’t noticed that the black coils in the box had turned bright orange. Thomas undid the straps around Mayu then picked up the spike in front of her mouth and between her legs. He hefted her up and carried her over to the box. He then aligned either side of the spike into a track in the walls. When he let go, the spike and Mayu slid into the center of the box and seemed to lock into place. Thomas then closed the glass doors and flipped another switch that caused Mayu to start rotating.
Trish saw her mother jerk and squirm wildly as her skin darkened then slowly grew more and more still until she wasn’t moving at all. Trish’s fingers were soaked, and she couldn’t believe that her pussy could get so wet. She noticed that she wasn’t the only one who was captivated by what she saw. Little Liz hadn’t blinked the entire time. She was wide eyed and her mouth gaped. But her expression was one of intrigue not terror. Thomas turned around and surveyed the reactions from his girls. When his gaze fell on Trish, his eyes travelled down to see her hand between her legs. He walked over to her and knelt in front of her. “So, did my baby like what she saw?” he asked with a big smile. She nodded her head enthusiastically in response.
She leaned toward her father and asked, “when do I get to do that?”
“To be the one doing or having it done to?” her father asked as his grin became even more menacing.
Trish thought about what her father just asked then looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Both!”