Extract 1
“Let me hear you, girl! Let me hear you beg. Beg me to fuck you harder, you little
slut.”
Chloe’s mind was in turmoil; everything was a mass of confusion; her body was
screaming in agony through the blows that her uncle had inflicted; yet her pussy was
screaming with the utmost pleasure as it got pounded once again by her uncle’s big fat
cock. She writhed on the pillows and over the bed, her mind screaming with the glory of
her subjugation and the desperate urge to come again. She knew she should hate what her
uncle had done to her, but in an odd way she had quite liked it. But one thing was for
sure - she loved what Josh was doing to her now – in some strange and bizarre way this
fuck at her battered and bound body was even better than the first.
“God, yes,” yelled Chloe, abandoning herself to the moment. “Fuck me. Fuck me
harder. Fill my cunt with your cum. Oh shit! Oh shit. Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!”
And with that Chloe came again, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of her
climax. She came and she came as her uncle fucked and fucked, riding her like a horse;
slapping her hard across her shoulders and back as he drove for the finishing line and his
third orgasm of the day.
Josh was thumping into her and screaming away, calling his niece every name under
the sun. Chloe was screaming as well, begging to be fucked harder even though she had just
come; wanting this man to shove his entire body up her cunt and make come again.
With their banging and their screaming they failed to notice the front door open.
Chloe’s dad had come home, pissed as a fart, and not in the best of moods. It took him a
few moments to realise in his drunken state what was going on; to register the sounds of
rutting emerging from his eldest daughter’s room. Then the penny sank and he stepped into
the room and his rage at the world and all the injustices it had served him had suddenly
found a vent for release.
He might be drunk, but he was still a powerful man and a force to be reckoned with
when his flame of wrath was lit. He pounced on Josh like a savage dog and pulled him off
his daughter at the most awkward of moments, for his brother-in-law was ejaculating spunk
from his cock – an arc of white jizm shot into the air and landed on Chloe’s pussy and
dribbled into her gaping hole. That incensed the drunkard further, and he gave Josh a
crack in the jaw, sending the shocked incestuous fucker crashing to the floor. A hard kick
in the balls which were fully exposed, lying beneath Josh’s hard gushing cock which with a
mind of its own had continued to spurt, made him double up in agony and bring his climax
to a close. Drunken fury lashed out as a boot made repeated contact with the crumpled up
form of his daughter’s violator. Josh was left beaten, black and blue, with three broken
teeth and a couple of broken ribs. The cowering wreck was then told to collect his clothes
and never darken the door again or a knife would be taken to his balls. Josh knew fine
well that the psychotic bastard meant it – he had no intension of coming back – Chloe
wasn’t that good a fuck!
It was then that Mr. Morrison turned his attention to his daughter.
“You fucking big whore!” he yelled as a fist made contact with Chloe’s brow – the
first of many blows to fall on her beautiful face to punctuate the diatribe that followed.
“You fucking slut...”
SMACK!
“Don’t try and tell me that you were raped by that bastard...”
SMACK!
“You let him do this, I know you did... I heard you egging him on.”
SMACK!
“Trollop! You’re no daughter of mine, that’s for sure...”
SMACK!
“I’ll be having words with your mother later on when she gets home...”
SMACK!
“That woman’s got some explaining to do...”
SMACK!
“As for you, you disgusting slag – I’ll teach you a lesson for sponging off me for
the past eighteen years...”
SMACK!
“By the looks of you, you’ll probably enjoy it – but it’s coming your way anyway.”
Then Chloe’s father, who had now denounced his parental claim, took off his belt and
started leathering his daughter. He lashed her ass and he lashed her back and he lashed
every part of her shapely legs. It was far from the first time Chloe had felt her father’s
belt; but no beating had ever crushed her to such a degree and she was powerless to make
any attempt to resist.
The blows rained down on her till Chloe passed out or her father collapsed exhausted
from his efforts – she would never recall which came first. But pass out she did, and her
father collapsed before picking himself up and stomping out of the flat leaving an
unconscious young girl and a trail of expletives behind him. Chloe was still there three
hours later, crying and afraid and embarrassed beyond belief, when her mother and younger
sister came home.
Extract 2
"Oh God!" she moaned. “Oh God! Oh Sweet Fuck!”
Kenny pulled his hand away from her ass and grabbed her hair and pulled her head
back, making her arch her back as his fingers stroked her cunt. Her thighs were trembling,
her legs growing weak. She dropped her skirt and held onto Kenny’s shoulder with one hand,
while with the other she grabbed the hand that was fucking her pussy and used it like a
dildo, fucking herself, far beyond self-consciousness or shame.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes! Yes! YESSS!!!!"
Kenny was afraid her screams would attract attention, so he released her hair and
covered her mouth as she shrieked out her obscene pleasure, her pussy pumping, her
internal muscles pulling at him as she humped and jerked and came. And came and came and
came.
She was still climaxing when Kenny pulled his fingers out of her cunt and grabbed
hold of his cock. He ripped the thong off her and cast it to the ground then he lifted her
skirt and rammed his cock straight in her; ten inches of meat into her spasming flesh that
sent her off again. She let out a yelp at the invasion, muffled by Kenny’s hand which
still covered her mouth, then she was groaning like a whore as Kenny freed her face and
grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her body fucking her hard against the wall.
“Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit! Ooooh!” the woman cried; her head spinning with the
intensity of an orgasm that wouldn’t abate, and Kenny’s total domination and control of
her body.
Kenny pinned her against the wall and reached round under the back of her skirt to
grab hold of her naked ass cheeks as he thrust into her cunt. Kenny gave her a few short
gentle thrusts, more for his own enjoyment than the girl’s; then a moment later he was
pounding away at her, banging her into the wall. He behaved like a beast; everything
blurred into a mist; Kenny’s head was buzzing, drunk on the elixir of fucking a fine
snatch in such an insalubrious location. It was totally mind-blowing; the girl felt so
good, her cunt so wonderfully tight. It was dirty; taking her in the alley with her skirt
hitched up and her thong ripped off and her blouse hanging open showing off her bra;
fucking her ragged with no holds barred.
Extract 3
‘Strange,’ thought Kenny, as he considered the situation further, ‘this man has done
in a drunken rage, the same sort of thing that I do for kicks; yet here I am playing the
part of the knight in shining armour coming to rescue the damsel in distress from the very
thing that I like to dish out.’
Kenny sniggered to himself as he thought further about his sexual deviance. ‘That
armour isn’t so shiny – it’s a bit tarnished if the truth be told. I wonder if mum would
have trusted me enough with this errant if she knew half of the things I get up to. Would
mum see me as no better than the drunken lout of a father; or would she recognise the
difference?’
And there was a difference! Kenny McCann was sure of that. In the same way that rape
sits at one extreme to a hell of a good fuck. There was a difference, a huge difference,
between the actions of this father and what Kenny did with women.
Consent: that’s the difference. The women Kenny smacked about consented; they wanted
what he gave them... they all had fun. He never hurt anyone maliciously or refused to hear
‘NO’, even when silently expressed.
Or at least that was what Kenny always told himself – though deep down he knew fine
well it was never quite so black and white – he had done a fair bit of coercing in his
time, blurring the line of consent.
‘God! What the fuck is going on?’ Kenny wondered. ‘A Saturday night and I’m mentally
justifying my existence and my right to fuck as I please, whilst huffing and puffing my
way up some piss drenched stairs.’
Now Kenny McCann was very much resenting this errant!
He got to the door in not the best of moods and wrapped on it loudly, venting his
irritation at a wasted night. He was let in by a haggard looking woman, Sadie Morrison -
the mother and put upon wife.
And then Kenny saw her!
In one blinding moment he looked passed this woman; and then his life was changed
forever!
His mind went blank; nothing seemed justified any more. Nothing could justify what
he saw huddled before him.
His mum was right - the girl was in a mess. She was sitting on the couch where Kenny
assumed the father had thrashed her naked body: the mother had managed to get her dressed.
She was huddled over, shaking with fear and confusion; her young life which had taken its
first step into adulthood with an afternoon of incestuous shagging, had now retreated into
the shell of a confused little girl.
Kenny went over and had a closer look. He knelt before her and coaxed her face up to
examine it. The bruising around Chloe’s face had already taken colour and her left eye was
so puffed up it could barely open. The cut on her lip was scabbing over and some dried
blood had crusted on her ear. The poor girl was hardly looking her best; but Kenny saw
through the cuts and bruises and forgot all about the other girl waiting for him in the
bar – the one he had shagged in the alley.
Rhona - who the fuck cared about Rhona!
Kenny knew in that moment that his life would never be the same and that this girl
before him would cut him to the core.
Kenny looked at her, hardly able to breathe: he saw an eighteen year old girl who
could pass for twenty; beautiful in a womanly way that defied her youth: a voluptuous
creature with piercing blue eyes and luscious blonde hair. She was the most stunning thing
Kenny had ever seen in his life.
Kenny dragged himself away and tried to calm himself down. There was a situation
that needed resolved before the brute of a father came home.
Thankfully Chloe’s mum had packed some clothes in a case so the girl was ready to
go. Kenny had a few words with the distraught woman and tried to reassure her all would be
well. They both knew that this was nonsense; the chances were that with the daughter out
of the way, the mother would be in the firing line instead when her husband came home and
would probably end up in Casualty. But that wasn’t her concern at the present. She just
wanted her daughter out of harms way. She had endured enough.
“How can somebody do this?” she asked Kenny, confusion etched over her careworn
face. “Can you explain that to me? How can a man do this? To his own flesh and blood!”
Kenny felt that he was the last person she should have asked.
All too easily would have been his honest answer; but he kept it to himself.
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