Daughter takes revenge following years of Abuse.
My father was a bully. From the earliest age I can remember him beating me with a long leather strap. Sometime across my arse and sometimes he would use a cane on my back until I bled.
My younger sister got it even worse. She was 12 when he raped her for the very first time. Violently and mercilessly forcing himself on her. As she she got a little older, while the beatings never ceased, the sexual violence intensified. Sometimes he would force a glass bottle into her swollen, inflamed vagina and other times even thrust a ragged stick into her anus until she would almost pass out in pain. Roaring as he did so, his face red with rage, that the punishment would never cease until he beat the devil out of her.
However following a particularly savage assault things changed forever. He had attached nipple clamps onto to her young budding breasts while ruthlessly pulling on them as he pounded her with his engorged penis. Slapping her across the face every-time she let out a muted whimper. Bellowing that her yelps, her cries, her groans, were no less than the sounds of lucifer himself.
That night, once the ordeal was over and he retreated to the marital bed, she came in my room curled up under my duvet and held onto me. Gripped me so tightly like she was never going to let me go until her body finally relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. Following that night we would spend many nights together comforting each other from the terror that reigned. Slowly our cuddling, turned into stroking, and gradually we found ourselves kissing and eventually making love. Gently, with care and attention we caressed each other, cared for each other, learning how to love each other, a safe sanctuary from the violence that lay outside.
For the next three years we endured this torment, this terrible violence while gaining comfort from each other until one sunny day in June our father had a massive heart attack and at the age of just 58 died. Leaving my mother, apparently completely distraught and overwhelmed by the loss.
Three days after his death she casually walked in on us, my cock lodged in my sisters mouth as she gently sucked. Rather than angry at the sight she meekly apologised for disturbing us and quietly closed the door behind her. For the first time there was peace in our lives, tranquility descended on to our household, and hope finally returned. Our mother rarely interfered with us and we mostly ignored her. Initially her church had gathered around to support her but she showed no interest in them, or in anything else really over the weeks that followed the congregants moved on leaving her alone.
A month or so later, there was a loud knock on the door, and there she was. We hadn’t seen her for over six years, but there she was. She held us and hugged us. She took us into her arms and kept us there in the most enormous embrace as if she was never going to let us go. Tears filled her eyes, as she just kept repeating over and over again.. I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry but I had no choice.
Finally she released her grip and just looked at us.
“I couldn’t come back until I heard he’d gone…
…So where is she”
“In her room, she rarely comes out”. I answered.
“Too ashamed I would imagine, after what she put you through”
A look of puzzlement crossed her younger sisters face
“Fiona darling. Don’t you think she knew what was going on….. She was as bad as him….. “How old were you when she put you on the pill”?
“I don’t know 13 maybe ..but she said it because I was a born slut and boys would see I was a slut so couldn’t be trusted”
“I was twelve and she did it for him, so he could rape us without fear, rape us without the possibility we would get pregnant. I won’t forgive him and I won’t forgive her and nor should you”.
“Honestly Sophie, I don’t give a fuck about her” Then looking at me she says “We have each other and that the only thing that counts”
“That’s how we survived” I add.
“I survived by leaving. I’m sorry. I had no choice”.
“That’s ok we had each other, you had no one …we understand… At least you’re here now”. With that she took my hand and smiled at me, A heartwarming generous smile. She was an angel.
“I’m not staying for long I just wanted to make sure you were ok. My boyfriend will be here soon enough and in a few days we will leave.
My god I’m famished what do you for food around here?”
“We make it ourselves mostly, sometimes she comes out of her room and eats with us. Sometimes she doesn’t”
“Well she will tonight” Sophie states with determination.
Just then a man tall and muscular appeared in the doorway.
“Ah this is Sam, my man and he’s staying for dinner…..Let’s get her down so she can face the music”.
Dinner was largely ate in silence. Sam occasionally said a few words between gulps of beer but mostly nothing was said.
At the end mum got up to leave,
“Fuck it, you’re not going anywhere…Sit down!” Sophie wasn’t finished.
Mum obediently sat.
Sophie got up and crossed towards her.
“Have you got nothing to say to me or to these two? she demands, pointing at me and my .
She just shook her head
“Nothing at all?” Sophie reiterates.
“No apology, no explanation, not even any excuses…..Why did you let him do that to us. Did you enjoy seeing us beaten and rapped”
Then with a rare steeliness, which I had never witnessed she looked straight into her eldest daughter’s eyes and said.
“You deserved it. All of you. He had no choice. You were born wicked, you had satan inside you and he had no choice. He had to beat the devil out of you.”
“And what about rape. Did he need to do that too?”
“Both of you nasty little sluts. It was God’s will to fuck the slut out of you both. God spoke through him and he carried out his will…Thank the lord he is in heaven now, The way he lived his life will ensure that he is saved.”
“Well you’re right about something the devil is in me and soon he’s going to be in you as well”
With that Sophie pulled her hand back and with force and power laid her palm into her mother’s face. Quickly followed by a punch into her stomach forcing her to bend over, swiftly by a knee into her the forehead causing her mother to topple to the floor.
The speed of the assault making me and Fiona jump backwards out of our chairs and just stand and watch clasped together as the violent retribution unfolded.
“Get onto you knees bitch” As she did she kicked her again in the head forcing her to fall over back onto her side.
“Get back up on your knees”
“Sam” she said
“Get your cock out we’re going to have some fun”
Sam quickly obliged pulling out a giant penis clearly already enthralled by the violence he was witnessing.
“Open your fucking mouth bitch”
But She just shook her head in defiance.
Then following a fierce slap she grabbed her by the neck and squeezed her nose forcing her to open her mouth.
“Put it in here, put your gorgeous fucking cock inside this disgusting mouth…
And if you bite I will pull your teeth out, one by one”
Sam pushed his cock into my mother’s mouth guided by my big sister. Just the tip at first prizing her lips open, followed by a few short strokes. Then Sophie putting her hand on her man’s arse pushed it hard, so his cock went deep inside her mother. Pulling him out again she then pushed him back into her mother. Holding him there while she gasped for breath.
“Again” she murmured and he pulled back.
Sophie pulled her hair up forcing her mum to look into her eyes as once more he pulled back and thrust his thick cock down her throat, causing her to splutter and gag.
Blood was running out of her nose from when Sophie had slapped her and as it ran down her face, it mixed with the tears, snot, and the phlegm emanating from her mouth.
“Go on darling make her puke. Tear her throat up”.
All the time I had been holding onto my sister – my arms wrapped around her, my cock growing hard creating a tent in my jeans.
I cupped her arse, and slowly pulled up her skirt so I could put my hand into her knickers. I could have wrung the damp out. They were so incredibly wet. I put my hand on her pussey and pushed my fingers inside her, sticky liquid flooded my palm. Like me she was loving the spectacle. Loving the sight of her own mother’s humiliation. Her utter degradation.
“Time to fuck” Sophie announced.
“Get your head on the ground and put your arse in the air”. She demanded.
“Head down cunt” she reiterated.
As she hesitated my sister slapped her across the face then kneed her in the side of the head forcing it down into a puddle of blood, saliva, and vomit.
Sam moved around the back, stroking his thick veiny cock as he did so.
He pulled up her skirt and ripped open her her underwear exposing a full round arse.
What’s it going to be bitch, your cunt or your arse. You don’t deserve it but I’ll show you some mercy”. As he said it he licked the palm of his hand and spat big glob of yellowish saliva into it.
“At least I’m not fucking you dry” he announced before pulling back and driving his cock forward towards her anus. Thrusting it inside, relentlessly, over and over again.
I could, with each thrust,feel my sisters pussy contact around my fingers. Her breathing picking up as she moved towards an orgasm.
Sophie looked over to us and as she witnessed me finger fucking her little sister a big smile came across her face.
“See bitch. See how they love each other. See what you did. What both of you did”.
Sam was clearly reaching the end, thrusting harder and harder, splitting her arse apart, his cock was covered in blood and shit, as he pushed it deep into her bowels. Mum was trying to scream but Sophie wouldn’t let her, pushing her knee further into her face each time she threatened to cry out.
“I’m fucking coming” Sam screamed and as he did my little sister also came all over my fingers. Pussy juice running down the sides of her legs.
Sam withdrew his cock now covered in spent semen mingling with streaks of brown and red. Sophie manoeuvred a little, hiked her skirt up, pulled her knickers to the side and let out a long stream of warm piss splatter over her mums face.
Sophie’s eyes sparkled bright.
“Come over here my darling” she spoke to Sam, “Come over here and let her clean your beautiful cock”.
