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Cinder Whore

By: LaSalia



This story is not of a loving incestual relationship. Little Ellie is forced.


Once upon a time there was a wealthy man and his wife who had a beautiful little girl. They were happy together, and had everything they could ever want. It was like a fairytale, but like all fairytales, it was too good to be true. The man was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died within two months. The grieving mother became distant and neglectful. The little girl became sad and quiet. Then, one day the woman comes home from a weekend trip with a man and his two sons. She had eloped while her daughter stayed with the nanny.

At first, Ellie wasn't sure what to think of her new father and brothers. She had not been able to properly mourn her own father's death. She decided that if they made her mother happy again, then it was worth it, and becoming a family again would bring them joy. However, the man did not seem to make her mother happy. He had a good job, but mostly they lived off of the money from Ellie's father's life insurance and IRA. Ellie's mother began to sink lower and lower into depression, becoming addicted to alcohol and pain pills. Ellie didn't know it, but her mother had been trying to quit, but there was always a bottle of pills or booze nearby, even though her mother couldn't remember getting them. The inevitable finally came, and Ellie was the one to find her mother's body at the foot of the stairway, a shattered bottle of vodka littering the steps, the day before her 18th birthday.

The men were quick, and in her grief, the young girl had no idea what was going on. They removed her from school and enrolled her in a virtual school. They dismissed her nanny and the maid. They sold all of her belongings except for her small mattress. When it was done, the men crept towards Ellie, who had done nothing but sit on the window bench, staring into the garden for almost two days. If she hadn't been so lost in grief, she might have been unnerved at the way they seemed to stalk her. As it were, Ellie did nothing until one of her stepbrothers took hold of her around the waist. Suddenly, all the grief and anger inside her poured out, and she fought wildly, her emotions lending strength to her tiny body. It was still three on one, and although she landed a few slaps and kicks, the men easily dragged her down to the cellar, tossing her lithe frame onto the mattress they had dragged down. She began to sob, her tears soaking the single bed sheet on the mattress. The men high fived and congratulated themselves, then left her to cry in the darkness.

The next day she was woken early. They presented her with a bucket of cleaning supplies and told her that since the maid was gone, she would have to keep the house clean. Her stepfather warned her not to try anything stupid. The house was locked, and the security system was on. If she so much as tried to open a window, he would know, and he would punish her. The phones were all cordless, tied to the modem, which he locked also. Reminding her that she needed to log onto the computer to complete her online studies, her stepfather sneered and told her that the computer was time locked and only able to access that one website. Also, he personally knew the teacher, and anything she tried would be monitored and reported. 

Feeling defeated, Ellie went to work scrubbing the house from top to bottom. First she had tried to open the fridge and cabinets to get something to eat, but had found them all locked. The best she could do was drink four glasses of water to keep her stomach from contracting painfully on itself. When she was halfway done with her work, she heard an alarm begin to beep. Following the sound, Ellie saw the laptop on the table and opened it. The website for the school was there, and a live feed of her teacher also. The old man leered at her. He had short, white hair, and a long, lean face, except for the jowls that hung below his neck. He wore a crisp white shirt and tie, and looked professional, except for the gleam in his eye. She squirmed uncomfortably when she realized that this was not what she had been expecting. She'd seen virtual school websites before, and had expected to do a lot of reading and clicking multiple choice answers. This was not like that. She realized that the man could see her also, the blue light of the webcam flashed brightly. He began to speak.

"Hello Ellie. My name is Professor Hort. You will read the lesson on the screen out loud and follow all of my directions. Do you understand?"

Ellie nodded, and a screen popped up. It was titled Disappointment: by Ovid.

"We shall start with the classics of Roman Literature. Remove your clothes, and begin."

For a moment Ellie didn't move. She was sure she hadn't heard him right. She opened her mouth to begin reading, but was quickly silenced.

"Are you deaf, girl? Or just stupid? I said take your clothes off! And move away from the screen a bit, I want a better view of those pert little tits."

He leered at her, leaning back in his chair, and Ellie was gripped by fear. She knew there was no way this disgusting old man wouldn't tell her stepfather of her disobedience. Briefly she wondered if she couldn't just tell her stepfather, and if he would protect her. Remembering his own hungry looks, Ellie knew she had no choice and began to strip off the simple night gown she wore, the only thing they had left her. She saw him actually wipe his mouth as her small, pert breasts and petite hips were uncovered. The fuzz of her mons was not thick enough to conceal her pink slit, and she blushed scarlet as she began to read, her voice trembling:

"But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant; 
I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.
Yet holding her I was limp, and nothing happened at all: 
I just lay there, a disgraceful load for her bed.
I wanted it, she did too; and yet no pleasure came
from the part of my sluggish loins that should bring joy.
The girl entwined her ivory arms around my neck
(her arms were whiter than the Sithonian snows) , 
and gave me greedy kisses, thrusting her fluttering tongue, 
and laid her eager thigh against my thigh, 
and whispering fond words, called me the lord of her heart
and everything else that lovers murmur in joy. "

Glancing at Professor Hort, she gasped as she saw him stroking his cock, watching her as she read the erotic poem. When he caught her eye, he grinned, murmuring hoarsely.

"Keep reading, slut. And touch yourself."

Ellie whimpered in shame as her hands ran lightly along her arms, then below the swell of her breasts and across her flat stomach. Her mother had raised her Catholic, and she knew what a sin this was. But as afraid as she was of God's punishment, it seemed so far away, and her stepfather's punishment was looming if she didn't do as she was told.

Finally, as Ellie reached the apex of her legs, and neared the end of the poem, the professor grunted softly and she saw his cock spurt white goo into his hands. Both horrified and curious, she stared, her hands still and her mouth hanging open. Ellie had been very sheltered. Her father's illness and the length of her mother's grief had left her very lonely, but instead of reaching out to others, she had shut herself in, and spent years ignoring and being ignored. She briefly remembered hearing about how a man came and how the semen made babies, but hadn't even thought about how a man could touch himself to make his cum explode. When he caught her staring, he laughed.

"So, my dear, what did you think of the poem? Why do you think the author was unable to fuck the girl in the story?"

She swallowed hard and tried to pull herself together and answer.

"Well... He said he was old, and had been with other women first..." 

She was trying to pull her meager knowledge of human biology from a cloudy brain when Professor Hort interrupted her.

"Wrong! It was because she was ugly. A nasty little whore who couldn't even get him up. She wanted him, but he had already admitted that, though he wanted to fuck someone's pussy, hers did not appeal to him."

Ellie blushed again as he turned an assessing gaze on her naked body.

"Yes, little whores who give themselves to everyone do so because they're ugly and worthless, it is all they have to offer."

Elle clutched her fists at her side. She was angry and ashamed at the same time. She had kissed a boy once, but she'd never had sex. She didn't think she could be a whore without having had sex, but this man obviously thought she was, after her lewd display. It didn't matter that he'd told her to do it, she'd done as he asked.

"I want you to write a five page paper on why YOU are too ugly and worthless to interest a man, and write a poem of your own on what Ovid would have said if it had been your pathetic body he had tried to fuck."

Tears streamed down Ellie's eyes and she nodded. The screen went blank and the computer shut off. Wondering how she was to write the assignments, she saw a pad of paper and a pencil lying next to the computer. Picking it up, she quickly began to write about how ugly and undesirable she was. Her self esteem was already shattered, so it wasn't hard. She was sobbing with tears, a mere hour later, as she finished the poem where Ovid completely rejected her. When she was done, Ellie realized she was still naked, and pulled her night dress back over her body, and stepped into her underwear. Taking her cleaning supplies, she worked on finishing the rest of the house before her stepbrothers returned. They both went to the local university and she knew their classes were over by one. 

Just as she'd put the final touches on the foyer, Ellie heard a loud rumble as her stepbrothers pulled their car into the garage. There was a loud slam as they threw the door open and waltzed into the kitchen with two bags of steaming Chinese food. It was at that moment that Ellie realized she was ravenous. She'd been hungry in the morning, but sipping on water all day long had helped ease the pain, and she had nearly forgotten. Now the delicious smells were wafting towards her and she followed her nose into the kitchen as the boys began to unload their spread.

There was obviously more than enough food for the two of them and Ellie sat at the table wearing a hopeful expression. When her oldest stepbrother, Donny, saw her he stood up so fast he knocked the chair over. Before she could do more than cower in surprise, Donny backhanded Ellie across the face. She fell to the tiled floor, her hands only just keeping her from smashing her nose against the hard marble.

"What the fuck?! You don't EVER sit at this table with us, bitch!"

Donny's voice shook, but not with anger. Peeking from beneath her long blond hair, she could see him smiling evilly. His brother, Dan, was had an equally nasty gleam in his eye.

"Come now brother, our baby sister is probably just hungry. She just forgot bitches aren't allowed at the table with people. Bitches sit on the floor... and beg."

Donny strode forward quickly and wrapped his fingers in Ellie's hair, dragging her until she knelt between the two brothers' chairs. They both stat down and started to eat, ignoring her at first. Ellie was shaking. Her scalp was on fire, and her neck hurt. At first she did nothing, but hearing them eat and smelling the food was beginning to make her feel light headed. Finally she looked up at Donny, her mouth watering as she watched him bite into an egg roll.

"Donny..."

He smacked her across the face again.

"I'm your brother, baby sister. You haven't earned the right to call me by my name yet."

Whimpering, Ellie murmured apologies. She was going to try again, but was stilled by the sound of a zipper unzipping. Donny had undone his pants. As she watched, he pulled out his cock and grabbed her aching scalp once more.

"If you want to eat, you have to earn it. Suck my cock like the little bitch you are."

He shoved her face down onto his crotch, and she struggled at first, but when Donny gripped her hair tighter Ellie opened her mouth to scream. He shoved her face down again, and this time his fat cock slid right into her hot little mouth and into her tight throat. She gagged and choked, his salty shaft suffocating her. He held her there until she was sure she'd pass out, then finally brought her head back, tilting it so he was staring right in her face. She took deep, gasping breaths as he growled in her ear.

"You can suck me yourself, or I'll fuck your face until you're unconscious. Your choice, little sister."

Ellie knew she had no choice. Both of her step brothers were much larger than her, and would get to her before she could run far. Swallowing with distaste, she lowered her head and gave his throbbing cock a tentative lick. It didn't taste bad, but it just seemed so dirty. Tugging at a lock of hair, she felt her brother's warning and quickly opened her pouting lips to envelop his eager cock. Sucking and licking, she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, wiggling her tongue around with fast, desperate motions. The salty flavor was teasing her stomach and it began to growl in earnest. Moaning in hunger, she heard her brothers devouring the food, and she closed her eyes in envy. She imagined the things they were eating and sucked harder, wishing it were the egg roll she had seen Donny eat earlier. A tiny squirt of pre cum oozed onto her tongue and the sweet flavor surprised her. It also caused her stomach to churn even more. Swallowing the saliva and cum mixture in her mouth she began licking him up and down, from base to tip. She was getting dizzier and feared if she didn't eat soon she wouldn't be able to remain upright. Gripping her brother's thighs, she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock again, moving her head rapidly up and down his length. She had felt his pulsing member growing larger and knew it was only a few minutes away from exploding in her mouth. Suddenly, Donny grabbed her hair again and did exactly what he'd threatened before. Pushing her head up and down along his cock, he began to fuck her face, shoving himself as deeply into her throat as possible. Finally, when she was sure her head would snap right off, he grunted and thrust one last time, his hot jizz shooting into her throat. He didn't pull away until the last of his cum had squirted into her throat. He demanded that she swallow it all, and she took that brief moment to gasp for air. To her horror, she heard a second pair of jeans unzip, and Dan twisted her until he was able to shove his cock into her mouth also.

Dan wasn't interested in a long, luxurious blowjob like she'd given Donny. Watching his "sister" suck his older brother had him primed and ready. He held her head in both hands, keeping her very still as he thrust in and out of her soft mouth, shoving his cock in until she could feel his balls slapping against her chin. She was gagging, unable to stop her throat from trying to expel the huge thick meat from her body, but Dan relished the way it squeezed his prick. He came quickly, but instead of staying in her throat, he pulled away and shot his hot cum into Ellie's face, covering her nose and lashes with white goo.

"Now lick it off, bitch, or you get nothing to eat!"

Donny and Dan laughed as Ellie tried to scrape the jizz off of her face and sucked the cold, bitter goo off her fingers. They both stood up and went into the living room, turning on the wide screen and plugging in their X-Box. From experience, she knew they'd be at it until dinner. Standing up, she almost sat in a chair, but heard the heavy footsteps approach and knelt back down. Donny's voice was light as he picked up the Styrofoam boxes and placed them on the floor.

"Almost forgot, bitch. You don't eat at the table with the family. You're not good enough. So you can eat on the floor like the bitch you are."

Ellie scrambled over to the boxes and peered at the meager leavings. Everything seemed gnawed on, and Donny had thrown it all together, mixing the gravies and making the whole thing soggy and unappealing. Ellie was so hungry, though, she decided it didn't matter. He hadn't left her any silverware, and afraid to get up and draw his attention away from the game, she knelt down and used her fingers to shovel food into her mouth, glancing cautiously at her brothers as they played the super violent Fallout: New Vegas. She'd seen some of the sex mods they'd installed that even allowed them to turn all the women nude and have sex slaves. Her mother, when she was alive, never saw the things the young men did, because it was always in their rooms. Now it seemed they were free to do whatever they wanted.

After scraping off as much of the food as possible and licking the dish clean, Ellie began to clean up the mess her brothers left in the kitchen and hallway. When she finished, she noticed it was after 3:00. Ellie's stepfather had a job doing contractual technical advising for various firms. It was never a sure thing when he would get home. She heard the alarm on the laptop going off again, so she slipped over to the computer, dreading what the dirty old professor would want her to do next.

This time, however, there was no webcam, and she simply had to answer a bunch of word problems. However, the word problems themselves were enough to make her embarrassed. One read:

A slut has three holes she can use to pleasure a man, and two hands as well. If it takes a man an average of 5 minutes to ejaculate, how many different men can a slut pleasure in one hour?

Ellie didn't want to know that she could be forced to pleasure 60 men in a single hour. It was extremely disturbing. When the math lessons were over, she read an even more frightening document about human biology. She learned that a human could go three minutes without air, three days without water, and three weeks without food before they would suffer permanent damage, or perhaps even death. By giving only small amounts of air, food or water, those times could be extended much, much longer. Thinking about how her brothers had fed her and nearly choked her on their cocks, she worried if these facts were something she could be experiencing soon if she wasn't careful.

Just as she finished the article, she heard the front door open, and a pair of male voices rang through the vaulted entryway. She recognized the deep voice of her stepfather, but the other she didn't know at all. Mal Summers was explaining something to the other man, and she heard her name mentioned.

"The girl has sunk into a deep psychosis and I'm afraid she should be committed. I would prefer to keep her at home, but I know she would be put away forever if anyone else saw her."

The other voice murmured in agreement.

"I appreciate your discretion, Dr. Gall. We want to keep our little girl at home instead of in an insane asylum. It's much better for the family."

Ellie felt a chill run down her spine. Insane asylum? What was he talking about? She'd been depressed, but... how could they think her insane? She stood in the kitchen, staring dumbly as the two men walked into the room. Her stepfather smiled at her and the doctor, who was young and handsome, smiled as well. He carried a bag, and placed it on the table. When he turned to speak to her, Ellie tried to act as sane as she possibly could, in spite of her growing terror.

"So, you must be Ellie. I'm Dr. Gall. I'm going to conduct an examination of you to see whether you are fit to stay here with your father, or if you must be locked up for your own safety. Now, remove your clothes and sit on the counter, please."

Ellie was extremely embarrassed. She hadn't had a physical since she was 12. Her mother had told her once she started her menses that it would be different, and she had been too afraid to go. She'd never liked needles and being poked and prodded. Reluctantly she stripped bare, for the second time today, and sat bare in front of a total stranger.


Cinder Whore Ch. 02



Ellie woke early, and simply couldn't force herself to rise from the mattress. The cellar was cold and she'd left her blanket upstairs. She slipped into an old, familiar fantasy, one where she was safe and warm. One she'd had since she was a little girl, and her mother had told her the truth. Her father, the man who she'd known since birth, who loved her and raised her, wasn't really her father. They had tried to get pregnant for many years, but to no avail. Finally, her mother became desperate, and sought out a doctor to artificially inseminate her. From that day on, whenever Ellie was mad with her parents, she would fantasize about her real father. In her mind, he was perfect. He was handsome, kind, wealthy, everything a girl could want. He would whisk her away from all her troubles, take her out for ice cream, roller skating, and dance with her in a fancy restaurant at night. Then he'd tuck her into bed, kiss her softly, and tell her that he loved her. The old fantasy brought tears to her eyes as she thought of how different this perfect man was to the step father she had now. How she wished she could find him. He would surely rescue her from this hell.

Her lovely fantasy was broken as her step brother's screams assaulted her from over the walkie talkie. She dragged herself from the cold mattress and walked up the stairs, dreading the confrontation in the kitchen. They had completely forgotten to feed her yesterday, and she was absolutely famished.

"Fuck, slut, you take forever!"

Donny glared at her over his bowl of cereal. Dan had a breakfast burrito in his mouth. He grinned, some of the food showing between his teeth. Ellie was horrified that she was so hungry, she was tempted to kiss him in order to lick the crumbs from between his teeth. Bile rose in her throat and rumbled in her stomach. She dropped to her knees in between their chairs, waiting, hopefully, for them to offer her some food.

"I think this slut was so horny yesterday she forgot to eat, wasn't she Dan?"

Dan agreed through a mouthful of burrito. He'd shoved almost the whole thing in his mouth and was greedily choking it down. Ellie's mouth watered. Donny stood up and went to the cabinet, taking out some maple syrup. Pulling off his boxers, he sat on the chair and dribbled the sticky goo onto his semi hard cock.

"There you go, bitch. Bon appetite!"

Ellie didn't hesitate, but sank her lips around his cock and sucked hungrily, licking the sweet syrup from his skin. She used her fingers to rub the gooey syrup from his groin onto his cock , trying to get as much in her mouth as she could. She felt her piercings begin to vibrate and whimpered as the pleasure tickled her flesh. Dan finished his burrito and got up. Gathering some things from the fridge, he put three eggs, some yogurt, a banana and bran flakes in the blender and hit the puree setting. The unappetizing mush he then poured into a glass.

"Come now brother, remember what dad said. She needs to get some real nutrition in her body, or she'll lose her girlish figure!"

He grabbed a fist full of Ellie's hair and yanked her from his brother's cock, then dumped half the mixture on the straining cock. Ellie quickly began sucking the disgusting mixture from her brother's cock, scooping it and trying to keep it on his body. In spite of her best efforts, some of it dripped on the floor. When Dan sat in the next chair and stripped, pouring the remaining mixture in his lap, she quickly switched from one cock to the other, still pumping Donny with her hand, but eagerly trying to eat the slop that coated her brother. In the second it took her to switch, she lost much more of the mixture onto the floor. She was licking and sucking the last of the "breakfast" from Dan, then quickly licked the rest clean from Donny's throbbing cock. She wondered how far they were from coming when suddenly Donny picked her up by her hair, tossing her onto the table and slamming his cock into her pussy. 

Her vibrating clit had been building her pleasure and she screamed as she came hard around him. The scream was cut short as Dan pulled her hair, tilting her head back against the edge of the table and ramming his cock deeply down her throat. She'd already lost a lot of air from the scream, and her arms thrashed wildly as her body cried out for oxygen. The asphyxiation actually added to her pleasure, forcing her body to focus on the hot vibrations in her nipples and clit and the two thick cocks slamming hard into her from both ends. Dan reached around and cruelly squeezed a breast, holding his cock deeply in her throat until she came a second time on Donny's impaled length. Only then did Dan pull out enough to let her take several deep breaths. Then the assault continued in the same fashion, fucking her face and pussy until she came, and only then letting her breath. Her brothers mercilessly derided her.

"Fucking bitch is such a whore, she'd come while we were killing her!"

"Like a dog in heat, brother, an animal who can only be used. Now hurry up, I want that pretty ass."

Donny slammed his hips so hard into her tight cunt she felt him pounding into the crease of her cervix. The tip of his cock actually tried to enter her womb and she tried vainly to scream, her throat contracting around her brother's cock. When he finally did come, he gushed directly inter her uterus, his cock pressed tightly against her cervix hole.

When Dan pulled out of her mouth, she was sobbing hysterically. She was in so much pain, she was certain she couldn't cum again. But neither brother cared. Donny went back to his cereal bowl and Dan coated his cock in oil before slamming it deeply into her ass. Ellie screamed as he squeezed her ass cheeks, which still showed marks from her father's paddle the other night. He kept ramming her hard, shoving his cock until it was buried to the hilt. Then he'd pull all the way to the opening, tease her gaping hole, then pound into her again, slapping her outer thigh with each thrust. The vibrating jewelry ensured that she still felt pleasure, though. She couldn't stand that it was combined with so much pain. She was brutally fucked in the ass while the vibrations in her clit finally sent her over the edge and she gushed her pussy juices all over her ass and her brother's cock. He grunted and pulled out, and she was thankful it was over, as the jewelry stopped vibrating. Then, to her horror, she opened her eyes to see his cock in front of her face. Before she could protest, he shoved his dirty cock into her mouth and began fucking her face. She could taste the olive oil and her own ass, and valiantly fought against throwing up. Finally, Dan came in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat and forcing her to swallow. When he was done, he clapped his brother on the back, grabbed his duffle bag and walked out. Ellie held her stomach tightly, but lost the fight, dashing to the sink to expel the meager breakfast they had given her.

Donny finished his cereal and cruelly dumped the remaining milk down the drain, leaving her with nothing but an empty bowl and the dirty blender, both of which she eagerly licked clean, still hungry. She watched him leave and sighed. Gathering her cleaning supplies she decided that she would use her alone time to test the limits of the house security.

As she cleaned, she examined all the doors and windows, hoping vainly that one of them wasn't wired to the security alarm. Even the tiny window in the basement was sealed and wired up. When the alarm for her lessons went off, she was devastated. Walking to the computer, she gazed sadly into the face of Professor Hort. 

"Ah, my worthless student. Let us begin your pointless lessons today, shall we?"

Ellie ignored the jab and began to recite another erotic Roman poem by Catullus:

I hate and I love. Why do I do it, perchance you might ask? I don't know, but I feel it happening to me and I'm burning up.

As Ellie read, she could empathize a little. She hated what her new family did to her, yet her body seemed to burn and ache for their torture none the less. As she read, she dutifully stroked her tender pussy and breasts while her professor jacked off to the sight. Her jewelry heightened the sensation and soon she was gushing on the sofa cushions. Hort then gave her her homework assignment, letting her know she would not have a second lesson today.

"I want you to write a paper entitled: The Pros and Cons of Prostitution, Why My Body is My Only Asset. I will give you the rest of the day to work on it."

Ellie nodded in surprise and delight. She hated performing for this ugly man. He left her with a science reading article about the specific nutritional needs of various animals and the food chain. It was a bit confusing, but she tried to remember it all anyhow.

When she was finished, Ellie resumed her cleaning, when suddenly her desperation got the better of her. She knew if she tripped the alarm that the police would come. Maybe if they did, she could convince them to rescue her? She opened the back door and made a break for it. Two things happened instantaneously. The first thing was that a silent alarm was tripped, but Ellie didn't notice that at all. What she did notice was the searing pain in her clit and nipples as the jewelry burned so hot she saw flashes of light streak across her eyes. She quickly crawled back across the threshold, hoping that the pain would stop. It didn't. The pain was so intense her screams were silent and she writhed in agony on the floor. Finally a sound pierced through the fog of pain and she heard several boots on the floor. The pain stopped suddenly and she was left with a dull ache in her body as she whimpered, her body shaking in relief. She cracked her eyes open and saw four pairs of boots surrounding her. The tall black men in blue uniforms stared down at her naked, panting form. She gazed at them pleadingly, licking her dry lips, trying to speak.

"Help... help me..."

One of the men laughed.

"Sure baby. We'll help you."

The men lifted her up and brought her to the living room. They sat her down and to her horror, they began to unzip their pants, releasing their hard cocks. One of the men was huge, at least 10 inches, his thick black cock springing from his pants. The other men were almost as big, the smallest one was about 8 inches. They closed in on her, the big one pushing his cock into her protesting mouth. One of the men stood behind her, holding her arms back. Another knelt between her thighs and began to lick her pained pussy and clit. The last man stood, rubbing his cock, as he watched the rest of the security detail.

"We've got about an hour before Mal shows up to punish her, men, so take your time."

Ellie whimpered between the big man's thrusting cock, her hips bucking as the man between her legs thrust two fingers into her dampening pussy. He swirled his tongue around her pussy lips and clit, her jewelry slowly beginning to vibrate again. Ellie was sure she wouldn't be able to feel any pleasure in the abused flesh, but she was wrong. The vibrations shot through her body and she felt herself grow slick and wet, in spite of the four strange black men who were assaulting her.

"She's soaked. Look how that pussy is aching for some thick black meat."

"Well give it to her, then!"

"Yeah, fuck the bitch!"

They rolled her over so that she was leaning against the back of the couch, and the one holding her arms shoved his black cock between her lips. The one who had previously been in her mouth, lay on the couch and took one vibrating nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. The guy who had been jerking off lay on the other side to tease her other nipple with his tongue. The man licking between her legs shoved his cock deep into her slick cunt. He held her hips still while he rammed her hard from behind. 

Her screams were muffled by the thick black cock in her mouth and one of the men teasing her lips began to rub her vibrating clit. The man who was fucking her stuck a thick finger in her asshole as well, and it was simply too much. Ellie's body shook and shuddered with the intensity of the orgasm, squeezing the man's cock so hard she forced him out. He slapped her ass, hard, right over the marks from her paddling, and rammed his cock deeper and faster. Tears were streaming down her face and snot began to clog her nostrils as the pain in her abused center mingled with the intense pleasure of her orgasms and the men's hands and tongues assaulting her tender flesh. The man behind her began pumping with short, rapid bursts, then finally grunted and shot his load into her cunt. 

The man whose cock she was sucking switched places with one of the men who was sucking her nipples, and the man who had just come began to suck the bereft tip. The second man began thrusting inside her cunt with just as much speed as the first. His cock felt even bigger than the last ones, not so much longer, as thicker, spreading her cunt wide. She flexed her fingers, yanking at the tight grip of the man who held her wrist as she was forced to suck his cock. Her body arched as she came hard on the new, thick shaft, and he pounded her relentlessly through the shattering orgasm, drawing it out for nearly a minute. Her body was so tight and tense, held firmly against her assailants. When the second man began to grunt, she came as soon as she felt his hot jizz spurt against her pulsing walls. The men all switched places again, this time the huge 10 inch cock was placed against her lips. She could barely swallow a third of it as he tried vainly to ram it down her throat. He released her hands and whispered in her ear.

"Rub my cock, slut, and be gentle, or I'll fuck your ass with my monster cock."

The other man was pounding viciously into her cunt, the tip of his long cock slamming against her cervix. The bruising from her brother's earlier fucking left a dull ache in her cunny, but every time he hit the abused spot, she gasped in pain. She wrapped both her hands around the huge cock and rubbed, swallowing as much as she could while pumping him. The man behind her was pushing the cheeks of her ass together, trying to get more of her body to rub his huge member. Finally he poured his jizz into her cunt as she orgasmed yet again. The cum oozed out of her and she caught her breath as the last man's monster cock left her mouth and he gripped her ass tightly. He smacked her cheeks, hard, and she cried out, whimpering as both the men at her breasts continued to suck and play with her. The big man flipped her over so that he was sitting down and impaled her on his huge cock. The two men at her tits resumed their sucking and the last man knelt down between both their legs and began to lick her cum soaked clit. She reached behind her, wrapping her hands around the neck of the huge black man who was holding her hips and fucking her hard. She heard the door creak open and saw her father walk in, his eyes darkening as he watched the four security men raping his daughter, and her obvious pleasure as she screamed over and over, her hot cunt continuing to gush on the huge black cock. Her face contorted in horror as she saw the anger in his eyes.

"You disgusting slut, you just had to fuck the security men, didn't you? Four big black cocks and you're still coming? What a whore, you're as bad as your mother. She couldn't keep her legs closed to anyone with a dick either. I'm going to punish you for this, daughter, just you wait."

The man in her cunt continued his pounding, laughing at her distress.

"That's right, baby, come on my big black dick. It's too late to save you now. Come on me."

She exploded, screaming with pleasure as the big black cock gushed into her pussy, spurting hot jizz deep into her womb. She was still trembling, both with fear and arousal as her stepfather closed in and the men zipped up their pants. Mal signed the clip board stating that all was well in the house and the men left. Ellie's stepfather walked over to her cowering frame and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her onto the floor. She screamed and grabbed a hold of his forearms, trying to pull ease the pressures on her scalp, but he continued to drag her. She scrambled backwards up the staircase and into the master bedroom. He thrust her into the shower and turned the water on, full cold. She shrieked, pleading as he took a loofah and began to scrub her body roughly.

"Please daddy! I'm sorry, please! I won't do it again, please stop! I'm sorry!"

He ignored her, stopping only long enough to grab the douche and shove her onto her back, roughly plunging the apparatus into her pussy to cleanse her of the other men's cum. She was shivering, her hot tears in stark contrast to the freezing water. When he finished cleaning her he pulled her from the shower, still dripping wet. She slipped and fell onto the tiles. Beneath the fear, a hot rage was beginning to burn. He was keeping her prisoner, abusing her mind and body. He had no rights to her, no rights! 

She could hear his pants unzipping and his clothing hitting the wall as he tossed them in the hamper. Her jewelry began to hum again, and she felt the hot pulse of pleasure flare in her loins. She balled her fists and turned to face him, determined to take a stand. Her eyes scanned his naked body, his rock hard erection waiting to pierce her flesh. Meeting his eyes, she began to shake her head.

"No."

The sneer on her stepfather's face was cruel.

"No? Are you telling daddy no, little girl?"

Ellie screamed in frustration as she felt her pussy moisten.

"No!!! I'm not your little girl, you are NOT my father! My father is dead!"

Mal's laugh was cruel as he stood over her trembling form. He didn't give her any warning as his hand struck the side of her face, knocking her into the wall.

"Ah, baby girl, that is where you're wrong. Surely your mother told you that her husband wasn't your real father, didn't she?"

Ellie sobbed in pain, leaning against the wall. She could feel the bruise creeping over her eye socket, her lip swelling. Her eyes flicked briefly at his, confused, and he knew that her mother had indeed told her the truth.

"Ah, so she did tell you. Her pathetic husband couldn't get her pregnant. They tried for years. Finally, in an act of desperation, she told him she was going to get artificial insemination. They weren't so very wealthy then. He knew they didn't have the money for it, but he never doubted her when she came back and told him it had worked."

Ellie didn't understand where he was going. It was nothing new, nothing she didn't know, except that they hadn't had a lot of money. What did that matter, though?

"When she disappeared, I was angry. She was special, your mother, and I wanted to keep fucking her, even though I was married to the boys' mother at the time. She never even told me that she was trying to steal a baby from me. When she called, after her husband died, and told me I had a daughter, that she wanted me to be a part of your life all of a sudden, well, what can I say? I guess my paternal instincts just couldn't be denied."

Ellie couldn't look at him. The sickening truth hit her harder than the back of his hand, and she was left gasping, her eyes fixed on the marble floor. Her fantasy of the perfect father, the man who would someday rescue her and give her all the love and devotion she deserved, it was shattered. It couldn't be true. She couldn't believe it. But when she thought back on the brief conversation with her mother, when she'd come home drunk with her new husband, she realized that her mother had tried to tell her.

"This is your family, Ellie, a father and brothers. I shouldn't have tried to keep you for myself. It was selfish."

Her mother had stumbled up the stairs and she'd barely had time to greet her step father and step brothers as they brought in all of their suitcases and lay claim to the house. Step father and step brothers. No, they were her biological father and half brothers. The horror of having been repeatedly raped by her adopted family was bad enough. Now she realized that they had always been her true blood.




Cinder Whore Ch. 02



She was in shock, numb as her father knelt down and pulled her into his arms. The sudden change in his attitude didn't help her confused mind to pick up the shattered pieces of her sanity. He cradled her gently, trailing kisses up and down her neck, caressing her back as he murmured soft words of love.

"Don't worry, baby girl, daddy's got you. I'll never let you go, sweetheart."

He tilted her head to look into her stricken eyes, watching as something innocent and vulnerable died inside her. Smiling, he kissed her lips, slithering his tongue between her teeth, stroking the roof of her mouth. She didn't respond. She could feel the piercings vibrating softly against her nipples and her clit. His cock rubbed against her moist slit, dancing around her opening, gently massaging her abused passage. He lifted her limp arms around his shoulders and pressed her close to him, still whispering.

"I've got you now. No one will take you from me again, my little girl. I promise you now, you are mine, forever."

Finally, his words penetrated the fog of her chaotic emotions and her arms and legs tightened around his body as she finally broke. Her whole body shook in violent sobs as she realized that even if she ever did escape, she would always be so scared and beyond repair, she could never give herself to anyone again. This was the only family she had, the only ones who could accept her as the broken creature she was.

As she broke in his arms, he compounded his violation of her dependence on him and his duty as her father by sliding his cock into her pussy. The slow, tender thrusts, combined with the intense emotions of despair and longing, drove Ellie to the brink. She returned his thrusts, holding him tighter as she cried, her body squeezing him tightly, milking her father's cock for any drop of twisted love he could give her.

"That's right baby girl, let daddy show you how much he loves you. Let me make up for all those years I couldn't be there for you."

He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and ground her hips against his, rubbing his cock against her inner walls in small, tight circles, stimulating every inch of her cunt. She was moaning against his sodden neck, and could feel her pussy tightening, small spasms as she neared an orgasm.

"Oh yes, baby, yes. Cum for daddy. Every time you cum on my cock you tell me how much you love me. Tell daddy you love him."

She couldn't help it. She'd wanted to meet her real father for years, fantasized about him, ached for him. In her wrecked state of mind, fantasy and reality began to merge, and she allowed herself to pretend, just for a moment, that this was the father she had always dreamed of.

"Oh Daddy... I've missed you, I've waited so long for you. I love you, Daddy! I love you so much! Love me, please Daddy, love me forever!"

He quickened his thrusts and Ellie's pussy shuddered, bathing his cock in her juices. She cried out, her lips searching for his in a searing, passionate kiss. He continued his long, quick thrusts and she came a second time, her father's tongue dancing in her mouth to draw out the pleasure. Ellie was becoming senseless, the intensity of her emotions and the pleasure mixed with pain as her father's thick cock continued to pound into her sensitive pussy while the jewelry hummed, it was intoxicating. He leaned back against the cool tiles and watched as his daughter rode him, her pert tits bouncing against her chest. Her head was thrown back, her hands against her stomach, gliding over her skin. He smiled as he saw the beginnings of the black eye she would sport in the morning. He relaxed beneath her and let her do all the work, grinding wildly against him, until finally she came hard. He held her hips tightly against his own, feeling her hot cunt squeezing him like a vice. He knew he was almost through. Rolling her onto her back, he pulled her legs in front of him, wrapping them around his neck and shoulders as he pounded her with long, fierce strokes. Her eyes were squeezed shut. That wouldn't do.

"Open your eyes, baby girl. Daddy's going to cum, and I want to look you in the eyes when I fill you."

Obediently she opened her eyes, gazing adoringly into his face, the imagined, perfect image superimposed on the reality. He held her face lovingly in both hands, pressing her harder to the floor so that she was nearly bent in half. He was tickling her back wall, gently, and sliding against the sensitive spot deep in her throbbing cunt. He held her gaze as his thrusts became shorter and sharper, their breathing coming together as both of their bodies exploded at the same time. Ellie's father shot his hot seed into her body and she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy fluttering around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Her father lay limply against her, his face nuzzled against her neck. She sighed, happy for the brief moments before reality was able to sink in. Gently he pulled from her body and wiped her with a moist towel. He picked Ellie off the floor and carried her into the bedroom, setting her on top of the soft comforter and staring down into her blissful face. He kissed her softly on the forehead, and waited for him to tuck her in. He didn't.

"You disobeyed me today."

Ellie blinked in surprise. She did?

"You tried to leave the house. I can't have my baby girl going out into the world where I can't protect her. There are dangerous people out there, and you are mine."

She heard the drawer open and suddenly remembered where she was. This wasn't her dream father, this was her real father, the monster who was keeping her prisoner and letting her brothers rape her daily. The father who punished her with a paddle and a dildo...

Before Ellie could spring from the bed, he grabbed her and snapped something cold and metallic around one wrist. Her father yanked her closer to the headboard, shoving her onto her stomach, then clamped her other wrist. She was handcuffed to the bed. She heard the vibrator humming softly in the silence.

"You remember how this goes, right daughter? You count, then apologize. This time you will apologize for breaking daddy's heart."

Ellie whimpered in fear as he slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She couldn't see him, had no way of knowing when the blows would come. When the cold silicon touched her ass cheek, she nearly jumped off the bed in fright. She tried to clamp her legs closed, but he quickly took some rope from his nightstand and tied both of her legs to the posts, leaving her spread wide on the California king bed. The 3 inch wide dildo tickled her pussy, and she immediately tightened her body in readiness for the strike. She kept herself rigid for minutes while he played with her, sliding the thick dong in and out of her moist pussy, fucking her gently until her body began to relax. Just when she was beginning to pant in pleasure, the hard, flat paddle smacked her bare cheeks, making them flare with angry red marks. She screamed in pain.

"Oh no, bad girl. You forgot to count again."

He spanked her again, not holding back at all, and her scream ended with a whimper. She fought through the pain, croaking out her punishment.

"One, daddy. I'm sorry I broke your heart."

Her father hit her again, in the exact same spot, his hands brutally forcing the thick cock in and out of her sopping cunt.

"Two, daddy! I'm sorry I broke your heart!"

Ellie's father kept fucking her, smacking her ass with the paddle, making sure to leave not a single scrap of her ass still white and untouched. Her counting was dissolving into screaming sobs as her body still managed to push towards orgasm.

"Eight, daddy, daddy, daddy... I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry... no..." He began hitting her in rhythm with his thrusts, too fast for her to count, and she screamed over and over, her ass felt like it was on fire, the pain stinging deep into her cunt and causing it to grip the dildo tighter. Finally she just didn't stop screaming as her pussy exploded, squirting her daddy and the huge dildo as he continued to fuck her and spank her. The orgasm didn't relent, even when she ran out of breath for screaming, the pleasure and pain rolling over her whole body in exquisite waves. She never actually felt the end of the aching shudders. She simply stopped feeling anything and the world went black.

Mal carried his unconscious daughter down to her cellar bed. He found her blanket and tucked her in. Then he turned her walkie talkie off, and smiled maliciously. Now that she knew the truth, it would be so much more fun. Gazing down at his sleeping child, she looked so much like her mother, the traitorous bitch. He hadn't been able to take his revenge out on her. When they'd married, she was already broken and destroyed. Killing her had been a mercy, which hadn't been his intention. Settling the score through their daughter would be much better, though. He couldn't wait to tell the boys that he'd revealed their true relationship.



Cinder Whore Ch. 03



Ellie awoke to cold hands on her body. She was groggy and sore, and confused. She tried to fight, but her whole body felt paralyzed. The lights were turned on and she saw her father and brothers setting the basement up with draped tables and comfortable chairs. Everything else had been removed, and she wondered how she had possibly slept through it all. A feeling of cold crept over her body as she realized she must be drugged. 

Her brother, Dan, was wrapping some leather straps around her, hoisting her breasts and spreading her ass cheeks. Then he carried to her a large metal frame that was set in the middle of the room. It had a leather swing, which he lay her on, and proceeded to chain her arms and legs to the side poles, forcing her to hang in mid air spread eagle. She licked her lips and tried to speak, but only a hoarse croak escaped. Dan laughed and fitted a gag with a soft, rubber o-ring into her mouth, forcing it open as wide as she could stretch her jaw. Her eyes pleaded with him, but his expression was as cold as her father's as he fitted a blindfold over her eyes, leaving her in darkness.

"Hurry up, boys, the guests will be arriving soon."

Ellie heard her father's gleeful voice as he pulled objects from a box and laid them out on the tables. Ellie had no idea what they were, but some of them rattled ominously. It was probably a good thing that Ellie wasn't able to see the assortment of whips, paddles, dildos and clamps. When someone stuck something into her mouth, she nearly gagged, afraid of what it might be. It felt like a funnel. She tasted the same gruelish mixture from yesterday and quickly tried to swallow it down. She'd lost nearly the whole "meal" yesterday, and had had nothing but water since. The effects of the sedative were wearing off, and she was beginning to feel her body again. The urge to pee was overwhelming. She grunted and wiggled, trying to get the men's attention, but to no avail. As her feeling returned, the pain in her bladder became overwhelming. She was thrashing, the chains clinking, and finally she couldn't hold back any long. She sobbed in relief and humiliation as she pissed right onto the floor.

"Fucking bitch!"

She heard Donny's voice, followed by rapid footsteps. She reeled from the blow to her side, trying to curl up with the pain, but unable to move more than a few inches.

"What happened, son?"

"The whore pissed herself."

Her father tsked softly.

"Get the mop, then wash her off, we don't want to put off our guests, now, do we?"

Donny grumbled, and she heard him quickly mop the concrete floor, the smell of the pine cleaner assaulting her nostrils. Then he roughly rubbed her clean with a wet towel. She heard their steps going up the stairway and the door clicked shut. She wasn't sure, but she thought the light was off as well, it seemed even darker than before. She heard music playing upstairs and voices, but for now, she was utterly alone.

Ellis stood outside the huge house. It was a posh neighborhood, with long, winding drives and at least an acre per lot, giving the house a certain amount of privacy. The luxury of the home pissed him off. He double checked the address, but he'd been so methodical so far, he knew it was the right place.

Cars lined up and down the drive. It was obvious that a party was getting started inside. Perfect. He rather felt like crashing something, and wasn't prepared to buy a new car. Those people had a lot to answer for.

Ellis was nearly 38 years old, and during those 38 years, only ten of them had been happy years. His parents had raised their only son indulgently, giving in to every whim. What he didn't realize in his childish ignorance was that they could barely afford the toys and luxuries he so enjoyed. When they died tragically in a car accident, they left him with nothing but a mountain of debt. Everything in the estate was sold to pay what they owed and he was thrown into the foster care system. 

His new foster mother was a good woman, but not particularly loving. She had ten kids in the house at any given time, four of which were her own, and always took precedence over the fosters. He had food, clothing, shelter, but that was mostly it. He learned quickly that everyone lies, and the only way to get any control was to take it from someone else. Sometimes this meant fights, but quickly he discovered ways to avoid direct violence. Split lips and black eyes only called attention to the "real" authority, his foster mother, and she did not condone fighting. He found that the easiest way for him to gain control was actually to take on the youngest children, and protect them from the bullies. As their leader, they willingly submitted to him. With safety in numbers, it didn't matter how big or strong the next foster child was, they'd band together against him and the result would always be that Ellis was on top. Eventually he was the oldest of the children, and didn't need their support as much, but he found that he loved the adoration and respect. It was a poor substitute for true love, but the near worship the others held for him was enough. They would do anything for him, and he wielded his influence often, if with some restraint. He could easily see the signs of when he was pushing too far, asking too much, and always respected that. It made them admire him even more.

When he was 17, getting ready for his 18th birthday, his foster mother pulled him aside and told him a terrible secret. His parents weren't his parents. He was adopted. She had only just learned the truth herself, when she'd considered adopting him herself. Most of the children were snatched up young, and even most of the older ones found forever homes. She raised them well. The few who didn't get adopted before they reached adulthood were almost always offered the opportunity to join her permanent family. There were four such adopted siblings. He was honored to have been included into the Carver family, and accepted easily. She then released all of his information to him. His adoption had been closed, and he didn't know who his parents were, but he vowed then and there that some day he would find out.

Ellis worked hard, getting his MBA and taking a job as an investment banker. He moved a lot, traveling across the country, even over seas a few times. Finally he had enough money put aside that he was able to buy a nice condo and convinced his employers to allow him to manage a local branch. His lifetime goal could now begin. He wanted to find his mother and father. He hired a private investigator, and eventually, through a number of bribes, discovered that his mother, Helena Young, now Helena Summers, gave up her first child at the tender age of 15. She then married her college sweetheart and had a daughter, Ellie. Her first husband died and she married another man, Mal Summers. The fact that his sister and he shared such a close name seemed like fate. A real family... He had taken the investigator's file and rushed to acquire a plane ticket.

Now that he was here, he had to practice his breathing, calming himself so he didn't blow up right away. His mother had married a rich man, why hadn't she come back for him? He understood why she gave him up, but after the years, and the money, hadn't she ever wanted him back?

When he knocked on the door, an older gentleman, perhaps in his 50's, opened the door.

"Welcome, friend! Come right in, we shall be starting soon."

Ellis's brow furrowed, but he pasted a polite smile on his lips and walked in. Looking around the house, his confusion grew. The man who opened the door was certainly Mal Summers, but it seemed strange that he would welcome a stranger into his home. Stranger than his actions was the look of the house itself. There were no pictures of the family on the wall, no feminine touches at all. In fact, it looked rather like someone had simply bought the designer rooms from a catalogue and set it up with no personality at all, with the exception of the elaborate game room. The kitchen looked barely used. When he saw the other guests, something strange began to niggle at his mind. They were all men. Some were old, some were young, but they were all holding a beer and acting quite at ease, which wouldn't be likely if there were women ready to burst through a door at any moment. So where was his mother then?

Just when Ellis was beginning to think he'd have to wait out the party, Mal Summers tapped a spoon against his bottle, getting the hundred or so men's attention.

"Well then! If you will turn your attention to the televisions, we shall introduce you to tonight's main attraction. Let me also introduce you to our attending physician, who will be monitoring things, for insurance reasons."

The man beside Mal nodded. He wasn't named, but he did wear a lab coat and stethoscope. It was strange, really. Standing at one of the doors, also, was a police officer in a blue uniform. Whatever was going on at this party, someone was taking pains to make sure it looked credible. The TVs turned on and he saw a naked girl sitting on a barstool. She smiled a perky smile as she introduced herself. He barely registered her words, focused instead on the large mole that was near her navel. He had the same birthmark. The girl was obviously too young to be his mother, so it must be his sister, except that she looked absolutely nothing like him.

"Hey guys! I'm Amber! I love sex! Anal, oral, everything! My good friend Mal has set up this fantasy for me to get fucked by over a hundred guys, and you are all invited to make my dream come true! I'm downstairs waiting for you now. I won't have much time to talk to you, but just so you know, the safe word is when I hum Gilligan's Island. But I won't hum it, so have fun boys!"

Ellis felt his balls tighten. This was a sex party. These guys were all going to fuck his half sister, who was using the stage name Amber. He immediately felt protective, but if it was her fantasy... who was he to deny her? And perhaps... he could satisfy a fantasy of his own. 

He'd imagined his first meeting with his sister many times. The only picture the investigator had of her was several years old. The girl on the TV looked very different. She was the only relative he had who was innocent, not knowing of him, nor abandoning him. He felt a kinship with her, and instant love, even though they'd never met. One night, after trying to figure out what her older face would look like, he'd fallen asleep with the conjured image in his mind, and dreamt the most erotic fantasy of his life, where his sister was his slave, he her master, and she strove to please him in every way. Ellis loved power struggles, and had always been rather kinky. It was the reason he was still single. He was attracted to powerful women, but only because he wanted to dominate them. Most would only let him go so far.

Most of the men lined up at the door, and Ellis quickly joined them, reaching it after only sixteen men got in front of him. Mal Summers allowed the first twenty men down stairs, then handed numbers to the remainder, and told them to begin enjoying the other house amenities. When Ellis came down the stairs and saw his sweet sister bound, spread eagle in the middle of the room, his cock swelled against his pants. He tried to listen while Mal explained the rules.

"So, you can use any hole you like. Blue chairs are for men preferring oral, gold for vaginal and black for anal. When you finish, you are to sign her body with one of these henna pens. You don't have to put your name, but everyone is restricted to a single word, and please keep your handwriting fairly small. My sons and I will demonstrate."

Ellis's mouth went dry as he sank into a black chair. She was going to fuck her stepfather and step brothers first. He knew some people didn't think marriage ties were incestual, but having been part of a large foster family, he knew first hand that the relationships were equally compelling, if a little different from blood relations, especially if they had lived together long. It made his prior fantasy of his sister submitting willingly to him, making him her master, a more real possibility.

Ellis watched as one of Mal's sons, naked, pushed a cushioned ottoman under his sister's body, just inches from touching her. He had a bottle of lube in his hands and was soaking his cock. He dribbled the lube onto his step sister's pussy, letting it dribble down her body and into the crack of her ass. Then he lay on the cushion, lifting her slightly and with no other preparation, rammed his cock deeply into her ass.

His sister had trembled with the first touch of the cold lube, but when her brother entered her body, her screams rang through the room, coming garbled through the o-ring gag. The next brother stepped forward and shoved his cock into her mouth, sliding past the ring, and holding her hair tightly in his fist while he pushed in and out of her deep throat. Then Mal, who had disrobed, took position between her thighs and began to pump his cock in and out of his little daughter's body. He had a whip in his hands and was thrashing her small, pert breasts with the beaded leather, leaving small lines on her skin. He heard muffled screams, but no hummed theme songs, marveling at the way his baby sister took the three huge cocks at once. They fucked her relentlessly with a steady, alternating rhythm, so that none of them was entering or exiting at the same time, keeping her from being able to adjust to the assault. The brother in her mouth was the first to grunt, shooting his cum into her mouth and waiting for her to swallow. He then took one of the henna pens and wrote the word "bitch" clearly on her cheek. As soon as he pulled from her body, he could hear her gasping breaths. 

One of the men in the blue chairs stepped up, and Mal smiled, nodding to him. The man immediately thrust his cock into her mouth. She had only had maybe thirty seconds of rest for her pounded lips. The second brother cried out as he reached his satisfaction, exploding in her sweet ass. He wrote the word "slut" on her thigh, then handed the pen off to one of the men in the black chairs, who quickly took his place, his cock already lathered with lube and ready to go. Finally, Mal started hitting her harder with his whip, causing her to whimper around the other man's cock. He was slamming her so hard, Ellis knew it had to hurt. He cursed at her and called her a string of dirty names before unloading his hot jizz into her cunt. Then he took the pen, dragging it over the angry red marks on her chest, writing "Daddy's" on her left breast. Another man was behind him, eager to take his place. 

***

Ellie began to tremble as she listened to her father explain how the men were all going to rape her. She hadn't heard the strange girl on the television, or the safe word, and had no idea how to tell them to stop. When Donny shoved his cock into her ass, she screamed, hoping one of them would realize that she didn't want this. No one seemed to notice, or care, however, and Dan quickly filled her mouth with his cock, silencing her screams. Although she was still blindfolded, she knew it was them. Mal told her it would be her family fucking her first, and Donny was the one who seemed to prefer her ass, while Dan was always looking for a blowjob. That meant her daddy was the one who began to viciously fuck her cunt, whipping her breasts as the jewelry began to vibrate.

She thought she would be used to the violence of their assaults by now, but her body still pulsed with pain and pleasure as the men drove her hard, alternating their movements so that she was never empty. Tears pooled in her eyes and were absorbed by the blindfold. She felt her first orgasm begin to build when suddenly Dan shot his load in her mouth. She ignored her pleasure and gulped air. She felt him draw something on her face, but didn't know what. Then a strange cock slipped into her mouth and began fucking her face just as enthusiastically. Her clit and nipples pulsed, and her daddy managed to flick her with the whip to the exact same rhythm of their pulsing. Finally, when Donny began thrusting harder, she couldn't hold back any longer, and her pussy gushed its juices onto her daddy's cock, dripping down her ass to coat Donny as he cried out, shooting deep inside her. He too drew on her and this time she paid attention to the sensations, realizing he had just branded her "slut" with a temporary tattoo. Her body burned in shame as she realized that another stranger was sliding his rod into her ass. How many men were out there? It was a nightmare. Finally, her daddy began screaming at her, his thrusts becoming extraordinarily painful.

"Fucking whore, bitch, take those cocks! Fucking come on my cock again, show everyone what a dirty slut you really are!"

His blows were coming harder and the pain combined with the pleasure became too much, causing her to explode on his cock, just as he'd commanded, leaving no doubt to the other men that she was enjoying the violent attack on her body. When her body was impaled by yet another stranger, this one digging his hands cruelly into her stomach as he held her tightly, she tried desperately to make her mind a blank, retreating into fantasy, but it was all too overwhelming, and she could do nothing but hang their as her body betrayed her, cumming over and over as more and more strange men ravaged her body without her consent. She lost track of how many as her conscious became a cloud of mindless pleasure and pain.

***

Finally it was Ellis's turn. His hands were shaking, he was so excited. She'd taken such a pounding, and this was only the first group. He'd pulled Mal aside and asked if he was allowed to stay and watch afterwards. Mal had laughed and given his consent, but told him that it would be broadcast on the televisions on channel 8 if he wanted to go somewhere more comfortable. Ellis couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be than watching his sister as she came over and over to the strokes of perfect strangers. He saw how her pussy would clench and gush over and over. He began counting. She'd taken 18 different cocks by now, including her family, and had cum nearly a total of ten times. It didn't matter if they whipped her, choked her with a leather strap, or spanked her with a studded paddle, she took her pleasure from it all. Amazingly, the men who had finished kept commenting on how hot and tight she was. They had expected her to be lose, since no amateur would attempt something this extreme, but they said she felt as taut as a virgin, her pussy and ass gripping their cocks and milking them for all they were worth.

Ellis had been looking over the toys on the table, but had decided that he wanted to feel her body with his hands. Climbing onto the ottoman, he slipped his stiff cock into her ass, marveling at how tight it still was after such abuse. Her body was rigid and tense, and he stroked her sides lovingly. Cupping her breasts, kissing the back of her neck, he gloried in the feel of her soft body against his skin. She was perfection. Her body seemed to arch into his caress. When he clapped a hand against the globe of her ass, she gripped him tightly. He could hear her cries, muffled by the cock in her mouth. He struck her again, leaning to the side so that he could see the bright, red hand print against her slender buttocks. Not once did he hear her try to hum Gilligan's Island. The fact that she was willingly accepting attentions was a huge turn on. 

Ellis had been working on his stamina for many years. Most of the men took between two and seven minutes before they exploded into her soft body. Mal had already let more men in when Ellis finally felt himself getting ready to spill himself into his sister's asshole. He'd been pounding and alternately caressing and slapping her ass for twenty minutes. Some of the men had started cheering for him. Mal in particular was quite impressed. He'd helped pull twelve orgasms from his sister's body and his cock was completely soaked with her juices. When he felt himself ready to burst, he gently kissed her shoulder, then bit her as he exploded his seed into her trembling ass. She was moaning incoherently. The man in her mouth had pulled out so they could all enjoy the sweet sounds of her torment.




Cinder Whore Ch. 03



Ellis could barely feel his legs as he stumbled into a free chair. He spent the remaining two hours watching his hot sister as she was fucked in all three holes by a total of 118 men. When it was obvious that the procession was winding down, Mal noticed several men were getting back in line. He didn't dissuade them. Ellis felt his cock hardening again as he watched three tall black men who had returned for a second run fuck his pretty sister in her ass, mouth and pussy for a whole 10 minutes straight. They all managed to cum at the same time, and her body jerked and shuddered as she was filled with their hot, gooey jizz.

The rest of the men slowly filtered out of the house, finishing the party officially by noon, excepting the few stragglers who wanted just one more taste. When the last man finished, Mal laughed, noting how his little daughter had continued to cum right to the final thrust, moaning like a whore as one particularly well endowed, older gentleman banged her ass for a grueling 13 minutes with no one else to interrupt him. She gushed her cum on him twice before he finally shot his load. 

Mal had expected her to pass out at some point, and was delighted when the good doctor informed him that she had been conscious the entire time. The doctor had also informed him that during the three hour fuck fest he had kept track of her orgasms. He only went by her ejaculations, which were probably less than the true total, but she'd bathed the 118 men in her juices 184 times in the three hours. Mal couldn't believe it. He'd left out so many whips and paddles, some men had even choked her with chains, yet she was still able to cum in spite of the obvious pain. It was like Mal had died and gone to his own version of Heaven, where his little girl was tortured for her own desires. Now it was time for the coupe de grace. 

The one man whose enormous stamina had caught his attention was still hanging around. Mal didn't remember inviting him, but he didn't necessarily know everyone he invited anyhow. The man was obviously obsessed with Ellie, and he needed more regulars to abuse his daughter anyhow.

"Now my friend, we reveal the to the little slut just who she really is."

Ellis wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but he was intrigued. He watched as Mel and his sons unchained his sister and put her in front of a mirror that had been brought down to the basement. He'd assumed it was there simply to give the men a chance to watch themselves as they fucked. Now he saw its true purpose. When Mal pulled the blindfold off the girl's face, Ellis nearly gasped. Her pale blue eyes were red and swollen from crying and she sported a black eye that he hadn't noticed because it was covered. Those things weren't what shocked him however. This girl was NOT Amber. Instead, she had the face of the sister he'd imagined and seen in his dreams. The realization that the video had been staged, the fake mole used as an easy identifier to fool the hundred plus men into raping his sister against her will. When she met his gaze, he had to fight to keep the horror from his face, sure that Mal would notice if he acted strangely now. Instead, he smiled down at her, trying to flood his matching blue eyes with as much love as he could, hoping it might ease her obvious fears.

Mal grabbed her long blond locks in his hands and twisted her head to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She gasped around the gag, which was still in her mouth, fresh tears streaking down her cheeks as she read the vile comments written across her body in dark black ink.

"That's right, baby girl. Look what all those men thought of you. Men who you'll never know who they are, who you might meet on the streets. They will know you, though, and you'll forever be branded with their labels: slut, whore, harlot, bitch, useless, cunt, cum bucket, slave, worthless, ho, slag, skank, fuckface, pathetic, worm, ugly, disgusting, repulsive, vile, hollow, feeble, loose..."

Mal kept going, listing, Ellis noticed, only the negative words, which were many. Some men actually did put their first names, and a few, including him, had written words of love. Ellis had scrawled the word "perfection" right above the mole on her navel. But as Mal obviously intended, she only saw the cruel, hurtful things that would stay on her body for days, not fading entirely for over a week. Ellis was beginning to see how being taken from his mother may have actually been a blessing in disguise. She had obviously failed to protect her daughter from these monsters. He would have to remedy this, and soon.

Ellie sobbed as she saw the horrible things the strangers had written after they had taken her body. She was deeply ashamed. She saw one of the strangers with her family now. His face was hard, cruel like theirs, but something about his eyes drew her to him. Also, he was almost an exact replica of her fantasy father, with sandy blond hair a few shades darker than hers and eyes in the exact shade. Her mother had always said she got her eyes from her, and it sometimes made it hard to look into a mirror, she missed her so much. Her daddy and brothers would never have dared abuse her like this if her mother was still alive.

Crisscrossed against the black writing were fine red welts where the men had beaten her with whips and paddles. She couldn't understand how strangers could have such violence for her. As she stared at her bruised and violated body in the mirror, she felt Donny take the gag off of her head. Her jaw was so sore, and she was so thirsty. She tried to speak, but her throat was on fire and her lips wouldn't move right. When her daddy approached her, holding a billy club in his hands, her knees buckled. The stranger caught her, holding her tight against his body.

"You didn't stop cumming, baby girl. You still aren't learning your lessons. You shouldn't be so eager for strangers, or your own flesh and blood. We'll just have to keep fucking you until you understand that."

Ellis narrowed his eyes. Own flesh and blood? He looked closely at the two brothers and Mal and did see a resemblance with his sister. Was it possible that his mother had married Ellie's real father last? It seemed so strange, but nothing about this scene was ordinary. The men were advancing, and Ellis knew he had to do something about it quick, or his little sister would be brutalized even more.

"Hey Mal, you going to fuck her with a billy club now? Twisted... But I was hoping to have some... one on one time with her... If that is okay with you?"

Mal stared down at him. Ellis didn't flinch. He kept the leering grin on his face and watched Mal's expression for any sign that he'd relent. Hoping to sway him, Ellis pulled one more card from his sleeve.

"And I'd love to borrow a few of your toys."

Ellis noted the instant change in Mal's expression. He relaxed and handed the billy club to his eldest son, and smiled.

"Depends on which ones, I guess."

It was a test, Ellis knew. He quickly glanced at the toys on the table and assessed which ones were most likely to cause the most damage when used properly. Roughly handing his sister to the younger brother, he walked to the tables. There was a studded paddle with a handle that resembled a huge ribbed dildo and some leather cuffs that would bind her ankles and wrists. He took those and then a ball gag and whip with metal balls on the tips. He narrowed his eyes and smirked, holding his treasures for Mal's inspection.

Mal was ecstatic. He was tired, and wanted to go get drunk, but he didn't want to give Ellie any time to rest. He knew the boys wanted to go hang with their friends, so this new man's offer to keep fucking and beating his precious girl until she passed out from the sensations was a welcome relief. The fact that the man chose the cruelest combination of toys was perfect.

"A man after my own heart. What did you say your name was?"

Ellis didn't see any reason to lie, there was no way this man could know who he was.

"Ellis Carver. Can I use your bathroom? She's a fucking mess, and I'm not that big into sloppy seconds. I'd rather leave my own marks, if you know what I mean!"

Ellis put on his cruelest smile and Mal burst out with laughter.

"Go right ahead! The house is yours for a while, me and the boys will be out for a while, I imagine. I'll set the alarm, so you'll have to call me so I can enter the key code remotely when you're done."

Ellis nodded. He remembered seeing security cameras at the front door, and figured the other exits were probably covered as well. It wouldn't be as easy as he'd hoped to rescue his sister, but he'd think of something.

Danny shoved Ellie back to Ellis, who caught her easily. She felt so small. If she weighed 100 lbs, that was a lot. She had tiny breasts and with the sparse light blond pubic hair on her pussy, she looked more like she was 12 than 18. It made him want to protect her even more, but it also made his cock begin to swell again. Taking the evil looking toys he began to half drag, half carry her up the stairs when Mal suddenly called out to him.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you! We're training her still, so if you finish with her and the slut is still cumming with ease, then you need to use something else to keep her going until she stops. If you get tired, and don't want to keep it up, I suggest just beating her while she cums, then she'll pass out instead."

Ellis gave the bastard a thumbs up and had to lift Ellie in both hands when, after hearing her father's instructions, her knees gave out. He carried her into the master bathroom and began to fill the Jacuzzi tub with warm water. First, however, he stripped his own clothes off and turned the shower on.

Ellie wanted to die. The shame was unbearable, and now her daddy had given this man to permission to rape and beat her until she was unconscious! She stared numbly at the marble walls of the bathroom, the sound of the shower sending shivers up her spine. Mal always shoved her into the freezing water to clean her, and she expected the same treatment from the man who called himself Ellis. She whimpered when he lifted her to her feet and pulled her into the stall.

The soothing, warm water surprised her and she let out a moan of pleasure. He let her go and she sagged against the wall, enjoying the soft spray. Ellis's soapy hands began to gently caress her bruised and battered body, washing off the sweat and cum and spit from the men who'd cruelly fucked her for hours. He took the nipple rings and clit ring off, something she hadn't been able to figure out before, and the sensation of being completely nude and unadorned was liberating. He lathered her hair, massaging her scalp with strong fingers, and she began moaning again in delight. It had been so long since someone was gentle with her.

"Turn around, Ellie."

Dutifully, she did as he commanded, turning and leaning against the wall. Her head tilted up to look at him, her eyes searching his expression. She feared that this was some cruel joke. She feared he was making her let her guard down before he destroyed her utterly. But she only saw compassion in his eyes and a sweet, loving smile on his lips. The tender way in which he cleaned her body called out to her, and she found herself reaching up to cup his face in her hands.

Ellis shuddered. It had been heaven to touch her. Having her touch him was pure torture. All the loneliness and unrequited love of his past welled up inside him and he couldn't keep himself in check any more. His plan had simply been to wash her and help her sore body recover from the abuse of the other men. He knew her little body wouldn't be able to take much more, but her touch set him on fire and he forgot all about his determination to leave her untouched.

Ellie felt his hot mouth descend on hers, his tongue licking and sucking her lips, demanding entrance. She opened willingly, her sore jaw limiting how far her lips parted. When his tongue touched her own, she gasped at the pleasure that shot through her, and eagerly tilted her mouth so that he had better access to her. She clung to him like she was drowning, but his hands were never still, smoothing up and down her skin, not missing a single inch of her, even pulling a leg up over his hip so he could caress her calf, ankle and toes.

Suddenly a loud vibrating sounded. They broke the kiss and turned to look at the jewelry as it bounced on the counter top. Ellis grit his teeth in anger and turned the shower off. The cruel jewelry was a convenient reminder of why he was here. He placed it on a hand towel so that the noise was muffled, then carried his bruised and branded sister into the tub.

The soft jets massaged her skin and Ellis's hands soon followed, rubbing her neck and shoulders until the muscles relaxed. He worked his way down her arms, even rubbing between her finger tips, which were also sore from having fisted together so many times in pain. There were half moon shapes carved into her palms where her jagged, bitten nails had dug into her skin. One of the first things he vowed to do when he got her home was take her to the spa to get a manicure and pedicure. No sister of his was going to look so ragged and unloved. 

After massaging her legs, he began to rub her ankles and feet. She had the most beautiful arch and perfectly petite toes he's ever seen. Ellie's reaction caught them both off guard. When his hands moved past her ankle her toes splayed out, then curled. She gasped and cried out at the sensation of his fingers against her foot. She stared in fascination as he continued to rub, his fingers gliding over her arch and when his fingers slid between her toes she moaned, her head falling back in bliss. The pleasure she was deriving from his touching her feet was intense. She didn't think it could possibly get any better. Then she felt his mouth licking and sucking her arch and toes and she instantly exploded, her body rocking so hard in her orgasm that she sloshed water over the side of the tub. Ellis did not relent, however, covering every inch of her foot with hot, sensual licks, dragging his teeth along the more sensitive spots.

Ellie was panting, moaning with each breath. When he finally set her foot back down in the water, she was both glad that the pleasurable haze was beginning to fade, and disappointed. When he lifted her left foot next, beginning his massage of her leg first, she began to tremble. She looked into his eyes, her mouth parted as she watched him, realizing he'd been focused on her expression the whole time. Their eyes locked and her heart nearly skipped a beat at the intensely erotic glint in his eyes. He was enjoying this almost as much as she, and it made her heart ache that someone actually felt joy in her pleasure. No one, not her father or her brothers, and even her mother for many years, had made her feel cared about in a long time. Right now, she felt loved.

Ellis was burning up. His cock was rock solid, and he didn't know how he was going to get rid of his erection without frightening her. He couldn't stop himself, however, as he licked and sucked her beautiful feet, her body careening towards yet another orgasm. His own breath was coming in short, rapid drags, and when he finally lowered her second foot into the water, her body lying there in naked and sated splendor, he couldn't stop himself from taking his cock in one hand and stroking it. He tried to be quiet, moving slowly in the water, willing her eyes to stay closed. The gentle lapping of the water against her pert little nipples was delicious. He stifled a groan and closed his eyes briefly to settle his nerves. When he opened them he saw her eyes, perfect blue pools that mirrored his own, staring in fascination as he stroked himself.

Ellie watched as the man pleasured himself. She'd never seen a man masturbate like he did. Professor Hort had jerked his cock rapidly, his old face contorted in a nasty leer. Ellis rubbed himself with long, slow strokes, his face a picture of bliss. She loved the relaxed, happy expression, and suddenly longed to be the one bringing him such pleasure. Slowly she waded to him, her eyes raking over his body. His muscles were lean and hard and his cock looked huge, magnified somewhat in the flickering water. She clasped his shaft with one hand while the other she used to stroke his chest, her palm brushing against one taut male nipple. She heard him gasp and looked up into his eyes. He licked his lips, and she knew she had to kiss him again. Ellie leaned into him, pressing her body tightly to him, still stroking his cock gently with her fingers, sliding up and down his silky shaft, her pinky finger tickling his balls. When she pressed her lips against his he thrust his tongue into her, wrapping his hands around her ribcage, brushing her soft, pink nipples with his thumbs. She moaned into his mouth and he ravaged her with his tongue. Everything else had been exceedingly gentle, but he simply wasn't able to hold his mounting passion in check entirely. She could feel his desperate need as his cock jerked and pulsed in her hands and she was delighted that it was she causing it. When she was sure he was going to cum right there in her hands, his fingers grabbed her wrists, holding her still. He buried his face in her neck and was very still for a while.

"Ellis?"

The sound of his name on her lips sent him over the edge. He couldn't hold back any more. There was only one way he knew how to release his passions on her without hurting her. She shrieked in surprise when he lifted her up and put her on the edge of the tub, her back to the wall. Spreading her legs wide he gave her no warning before thrusting his tongue into her moist center, licking her silken pussy with long, flat strokes.

"Ellis!!!"

She began to scream his name now as he lapped her juices, flicking her tender clit with his tongue. No one had ever touched her pussy without hurting her before, and the exquisite pleasure drove her to the edge quickly. Her whole body trembled and she held onto his shoulders for dear life before finally squirting her salty nectar into his mouth. Ellis drank greedily from her, but it just wasn't enough. She was too sweet, too perfect. She was his sister, and he loved her. He had to show her, had to pour his love into her the only way he knew how.

Dragging her back into the water, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her into another searing kiss. Tasting herself on his lips, on his tongue, she moaned, her arms pulling him tightly against her, squashing her breasts flat against his chest. She felt his cock brush against her tingling entrance. There was a part of her that was eager for it, wanting to give in to him. The larger part of her, however, was still too used to being abused, and she was frightened of the pain. She tensed and tried to push away from him, but Ellis held her to him, sliding his cock into her bruised sheath.

He went slowly, which helped. She was already so turned on by his prior attentions that the pain she felt was just a dull ache, minimal compared to the sudden wash of pleasure as his cock filled her. Her cunt gripped him. He'd expected her to feel loose, but the repeated beatings by the other men had caused her inner walls to swell somewhat, and her muscles there were strong. She squeezed him, arching in surprise as her body accepted his cock with ease and eagerness. When she realized that the pleasure far outweighed the pain, she began to rock her hips to meet his long, slow thrusts.

They hadn't broken their kiss and he matched his thrusting tongue with his thrusting hips, making slow love to his beautiful sister. He was so grateful for this moment. They'd moved past her fear and pain, and she was allowing him to love her fully. It pained him that when he finally admitted that he was her brother, she might reject him, but for now, he allowed her to love him as a beautiful stranger.




Cinder Whore Ch. 03



Ellie was afraid she would never get over this moment. It was perfection. If she had to go back to the pain and rape of her father and brothers' abuse, she wasn't sure she wanted to live. She didn't know it could be like this. Tears of joy flooded down her cheeks as Ellis made love to her, and she wished with all her heart that he had been the first one to take her. Maybe even her last. She vowed that before he left, she would beg him to steal her away from here. And if he refused, she would drink one of the bottles of cleaner her daddy left for her. She had run out of ideas on how to escape on her own, she truly believe he was her last chance at freedom, as much as that thought actually scared her.

Ellis felt her lithe body begin to tremble, and she choked back a sob that quickly grew to a moan. She began to whisper his name against his lips, over and over. Finally, as he felt her explode in pleasure, he began to thrust hard and fast, biting her neck gently as he poured his seed into her spasming body. Ellie recognized the bite immediately. This was the one man who had caressed her in the basement, drilling his cock into her ass for what felt like forever, while teasing her clit and nipples. It was one of the few unknown men that had stuck in her mind. He had been rough, but reverent, and she'd responded to him with more orgasms than the rest. Knowing he'd been one of the more considerate men, even during her rape, made her love him even more, and the memory of his hard fuck, coupled with the soft loving now, triggered a second orgasm on the heels of the first.

They lay in the warm water, clinging to one another for a long time. Finally he stood, taking her body with him. Ellis grabbed two large towels and headed to the master bed. He put one towel on the comforter and lay his little sister onto the soft absorbent cloth. The other he gently toweled her dry, then himself. He checked his cell phone to see if Mal was on his way back, but he had no messages from Mal or his sons. They were still alone. Ellis lay beside Ellie, staring at the ceiling. She rolled her body half onto his, laying one of her legs between his and nestling her head between his neck and shoulder. She sighed contentedly and he thought she might drift off to sleep. He wished he could let her, but his conscience kept screaming at him to get it over with.

"Ellie...?"

She murmured something sleepily, acknowledging him. He stroked her damp hair softly and took a deep breath.

"I have a confession to make. I wasn't invited to the party. I came here looking for you and your mother."

Ellie's brow furrowed in sorrow.

"My mother is dead."

Ellis felt the pain of their loss deeply. He took a moment to mourn the mother he would never know, then another to cherish the sister he still had. She was even more precious to him now, his only living relative.

"I'm so sorry, Ellie. Is that... when it started?"

Ellie didn't have to ask him what he meant. She couldn't respond beyond a nod, and turned her face into his neck, breathing deeply of his scent. It made her feel warm and safe.

"I should have come for you earlier. I should have protected you. This is my fault Ellie. It took me too long to find you."

Ellie pushed herself up on her elbow, staring down into his face in bewilderment. The image of her fantasy father sprung to her mind, but it was pointless. She knew Mal had told her the truth when he'd confessed to being her biological father. Searching his eyes for some clue, she again marveled at the exact coloring that she saw in the mirror every day, the color she'd inherited from her mother. Her mother's eyes. He had them too.

Ellie was too shocked to do anything but stare. Ellis could tell that she'd figured it out. He wasn't sure how, but he still knew. He kept waiting for her to push him away, to rail at him for tricking her, but she never did. Finally she lay her head back down against his shoulder. Although he was positive that the truth was known, he decided to speak it aloud.

"I'm your brother, Ellie. Our mother gave me up when she was 15. When I lost my adopted parents, my foster mother told me the truth on my 18th birthday. I've been searching for you and our mother for the last 20 years. And now I've found you..."

He chanced a glance at her face. She looked like a statue, with her battered, scribbled body still wrapped around his tightly. He didn't know what else to say, but one thing.

"Ellie, please talk to me."

Finally she raised back up on her elbows and kissed him, lingering and tracing the curve of his jaw with her fingertip. Her eyes were open as she kissed him, gazing at him with deep adoration and love, and he felt so privileged to be the one receiving it. He kissed his sister back with all the love in his own heart, dragging her body fully onto his. After breaking their kiss, they held each other tightly as Ellis whispered fervently in her ear.

"I'll get you out of here, I swear it. I'll take you home with me and keep you safe. Then I'll come back here and gut these bastards, but before I do, I'll make sure they know exactly how helpless and fearful they made you feel. I promise you, sister. But I need you to be patient until I can figure out how to free you."

Ellie's mind was whirling. Finally her prince had come, but he couldn't rescue her yet. She didn't know how she was going to survive even another hour with her daddy and brothers, but she did know that she wasn't going to give up. He promised to save her, and she would give him the chance. He had to know, though, just what it was he was saving her from.

"Mal is my dad. My real dad, I mean. Our mother just used him to get pregnant, and when my stepfather died, she called him so we could be a "real" family. She never got over my stepfather, though. I never knew he wasn't my real father until Mal told me the truth. Mother tried to, when she brought them home, but I was grieving just as bad. Then she started drinking and popping pills all the time. She fell down the stairs. I found her, laying next to the broken bottle."

Ellis held his sister just a little tighter. It would take a long time for her to heal from all the trauma of her life. She had him, now, and he would try to help her as much as he could.

Eventually he got a text from Mal saying that he was on his way back. Ellis texted back that he had just finished with Ellie, who he'd left unconscious in the basement. He lifted Ellie, who had fallen asleep some time ago, and carried her downstairs, tucking her in as well as he could on the small mattress. He threw the toys in the sink and got them wet before putting them in the drying rack, making it look like they'd just been cleaned. He was just in time, as Mal walked through the door when he shut off the sink.

"Ellis! You've got some stamina on you, man! So, how did you enjoy fucking my daughter to exhaustion?"

Ellis remembered to act surprised. Mal hadn't admitted that Ellie was his daughter. He hadn't told him her real name either.

"Amber is your daughter?"

Mal laughed.

"It's Ellie, actually, and yes, flesh and blood. She's got a psychotic disorder, you know. Clinical nymphomania. This is all for her health, you understand."

Mal watched Ellis intently. Ellie was becoming the nymphomaniac he'd claimed, having cum for so many strangers that day. He had been sure that the humiliation today would have broken her, but apparently she was still able to receive pleasure in extreme situations. He wanted to push her as far as she would go, but the boys didn't have the inclination to take it to the next level. Dr. Gal had already expressed an interest, as did the Professor, who was practically begging for a chance to fuck his little pupil. Gabe too wanted in, but all three of these men had demanding professional schedules, and weren't able to be there as often as Mal wanted. Mal had already decided today that he would take an early retirement pension from his job and live off the life insurance money. He'd invested it well enough that they shouldn't have any trouble with money. If they needed some extra cash, he already had a backup plan. Besides whoring Ellie out, he knew a few rich couples who wanted to adopt babies, but couldn't pass the background check. He could bring in $50k a year, easy, by simply telling the doctor to stop giving Ellie her shots. Later. Right now he needed to get this man on board. His retirement wouldn't start for another week, and he wanted to begin her training as soon as possible.

Ellis gathered his thoughts before replying.

"Wow. That must be challenging for you and your family. She does seem to have it bad. I don't suppose you... need a little help?"

Ellis made sure he leered as he said it, knowing Mal would respond to the expression as much as the words. He wasn't disappointed.

"I thought you'd never ask, my friend! I'm retiring early, and can train her myself soon, but for the next week, I need someone to jump start the program. I don't suppose you've got some vacation saved up or something?"

Ellis did.

"I'm actually on vacation now, for the next two weeks. I'd be happy to help your daughter with her training. For her heath, of course."

Mal clapped him on the back and walked him to the door.

"What a good Samaritan you are, Ellis! I'll see you bright and early in the morning then, 6:00? The boys and I will just be leaving so we'll have finished her morning routine by then."

Ellis tried to keep from grinding his teeth and nodded in agreement. He hated leaving Ellie here alone, especially since it seemed that Mal and his sons would be torturing her again in the morning, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. He'd seen the cop at the party and knew it wasn't a fake uniform, he'd asked to see the guy's badge. Calling the police wouldn't help. He'd have to rescue his sister on his own.

As he walked down the drive to his car, Ellis tried to think of ways to soften the cruel training his little sister would be receiving, but he couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of her as his personal slave. He tried to shake the thought from his mind, but it stuck with him for the rest of the day, invading his dreams, where his beautiful sister was dressed in a slave collar and chained to the wall while he fucked her from behind.



Cinder Whore Ch. 04



Mal climbed down the stairs to look at his sleeping daughter. It was early, only 5:00, and she hadn't woken yet. The doctor and the professor were both waiting in the living room to start her official training once Ellis arrived. He'd had a long talk with them about how they would finally break Ellie. Doctor Gal had been the one to initiate the conversation last night over the phone.

"Ellie has already been stripped of everything she has, but her psyche still clings to hope. She will continue to resist becoming your possession until she realizes that there is nothing about her that is beyond your control. I think we should stop giving her the Depo shots and give her fertility shots instead. When we sell the baby she will understand that she has no choices in anything she does."

The professor particularly liked this idea, since pregnant women were a bit of a fetish for him.

"Yes! And her Catholic background has taught her that a woman's body becomes a shrine when pregnant. The violation of her body during that time will push her even further! I have several texts I can give her about how dirty and dangerous pregnant sex can be."

Mal sneered as his sadistic friends came up with more cruel ways to torture his daughter. The girl was going to pay for all the things her slut of a mother did to him. He was lucky to have such a large group of like minded men available to him. They'd push her until she had no more will and merely accepted every sick fantasy they had, a mindless toy for their pleasure. If she stopped being interesting to play with, he would simply pimp her out for money. It was a win-win situation!

His boys followed him down the stairs. He wanted them to have their fun before the day really got started. He liked watching his boys as they raped their half sister. They were completely cold, heartless to her pleas. He was proud of them. They would never let some slut take advantage of them.

Donny turned the lights on and pulled the blanket off her body. It was an instant turn on to look at the black scrawl of slander on her body. It reminded them all of how she'd taken dozens of men the other night and came for nearly every one of them.

Danny yanked her to her knees, not allowing her time to fully awaken and squeezed her cheeks until her mouth popped open. He slipped his cock into her mouth and she choked on the sudden obstruction to her throat. Donny slid in behind her and slammed his well oiled cock into her ass, not even giving her a chance to adjust to the sudden invasion.

Ellie's screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her hands pushed futily against Danny's legs, but he didn't budge. Donny grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back as he continued his assault. Her eyes darted to Mal, who stood watching, arms crossed. Her gaze was pleading, begging him to make them stop. Instead, he took a step forward, pulling his own cock from his boxers.

"Make room boys, Daddy wants a piece of your little sister too."

Donny rolled backwards, letting go of her arms to spread her legs wide. Danny's cock slipped out of her mouth and she began to plead. After her loving night with Ellis, Ellie's own confidence was up, and she did not want them to hurt her and ruin the memory.

"Please, Daddy, stop! I don't want this! Please don't hurt me!"

Mal slapped her in the face. The sudden pain caused her body to tighten and to her shame she became wet. Her body was beginning to associate pain with pleasure after all the fucking she'd received. She saw her father take out a small remote control. When he pressed the button, her nipple rings and clit ring began to vibrate, pushing her body into pleasure mode.

"Now now, don't lie to Daddy, baby girl. I saw you fuck those men yesterday, and Ellis told me all about the nasty things he did to you! You want it, don't deny it! You're a slut, and a whore and a cunt, just like it says, written all over your body so you can't forget! And until you get yourself under control, your brothers and I will keep trying to help you with your disgusting lusts."

With that tirade he shoved his cock into her slippery pussy, matching his son's strokes as the two of them began to fuck her hard. Danny watched for a little while, enjoying the screams and pleading from his sister. He was certain the men upstairs could hear her.

"No! No more! I don't want this, I don't...Aaaah!!! Ooooh!!! Noooo! Please stop fucking me, please, I don't want to cuuuuuuummmmm!"

When he saw her body convulse around his father's cock and his brother's cock, Danny took that as his cue to start violently fucking his sister's face. He pulled her hair back with a tight fist and held it so her throat was at a perfect angle. She gagged and choked but he never met any barrier. The asphyxia was only adding to her orgasm as she gushed cum onto her father and brother. Both men came into her spasming body, but they kept thrusting their cocks, maintaining their erections.

With all three of them fucking her as hard as they could, Ellie's vision began to swim as the combination of intense pleasure and lack of air assaulted her. When her lips were turning blue Danny pulled his cock out and left her gasping. She flinched when his hot cum spurted onto her face. Her father and brothers let her go and she slumped to the floor, panting and sobbing in shame.

Ellie couldn't understand herself. She hadn't known anyone but her father and brothers before, and she'd used that as her excuse for why her body responded to their torture. But now, after being loved by Ellis, after knowing what sex was supposed to be like, she still responded to their brutal use. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac. Maybe she was a whore, and deserved to be treated this way.

Her brothers tromped up the stairs, not even sparing her a glance. Mal scooped her up, kissing her on her forehead while he carried her upstairs and into the living room. Ellie clutched her father, sobbing pathetically. Her daddy confused her. He would treat her abominably and then kiss her sweetly and profess his love. She'd spent so many years wishing for a father who didn't just love her, but was a part of her, by blood. When Mal treated her gently, it tore her heart, drawing from that deep desire. When he began to abuse her again, her heart would shatter just a little bit more.

Pulling her head from his chest she gasped when she saw the doctor and her professor sitting on the couch. Mal set her down on the leather ottoman in the middle of the seating area. The men all leered as she sat there, naked with cum still stuck to her hair. When the doorbell rang, her daddy went to open the door.

"Ah, Ellis, just in time. Glad you could make it."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, Mal!"

Ellie stared in shock as she watched her brother walk into the house. He was as handsome as ever, but she couldn't believe he was here to help her father. She locked eyes with him, her gaze accusing. He winked at her. To the other men, it looked mocking and insincere. But to Ellie, it contained all the information she needed. 

He was still going to rescue her, but hadn't figured out how yet. She resigned herself to more brutal treatment, finding solace in the fact that her beloved brother would be there to soften the experience. If he were the one landing the blows or pounding her body, then at least she knew it was being done by someone who truly cared.

"Now that we're all here, let's get to business."

Mal was in his element. His boys already knew the drill, and would contribute when they felt like it, but it was essential that these men got the ball rolling. Having control over others was what Mal lived for, and ordering the torture and brutal fucking of his daughter by his friends was the best idea he'd ever shad to exert his authority.

"Doctor Gall, could you please explain to Ellis and the Professor what you told me last night?"

Doctor Gall laid a hand on Ellie as he spoke, his fingers toying with one of her nipple rings.

"I've been monitoring her progress and am sad to say that her psychosis seems to be growing worse. Her orgasms come even for strangers and under the most humiliating circumstances. It has become obvious to me that she has no clue what it means to be a woman. A real woman."

Ellie sobbed with shame as she felt her pussy tighten and grow wet. She was raised Catholic. She knew that sex was for procreation only, that no good Catholic girl would respond the way she was. It almost made her glad it was some disorder they were diagnosing her with, and not demonic possession. That thought scared her almost as much as losing her mind. The doctor continued to torment her while he spoke.

"She must be reminded of what a woman should feel and think, and the best way to do this is to have her serve her purpose as a woman. Namely, to bear children."

Ellis gripped his fists tightly. He saw where this was going.

"You want to get her pregnant?"

Ellie gasped in both surprise and unbidden pleasure as the doctor's fingers kept stimulating her. Pregnant? She couldn't stop herself from exclaiming.

"But I'm not married!"

Everyone but Ellis laughed. Professor Hort was the first to compose himself.

"You have committed so many sins as it is, you can't possibly be concerned about that! Your soul is irrevocably damned unless we can stop this nymphomania. Worry about the little things later."

Ellie blushed. She supposed it was pointless now. Only a moment ago she'd thought demonic possession was a possibility. Her father continued with the doctor's explanation.

"Once my little girl has become a mother, the purity of pregnancy and motherhood should help her overcome her impurities."

The men all nodded in agreement, Ellis following them a heartbeat later. He cleared his throat.

"Who is to be the father?"

Mal shrugged.

"It doesn't really matter. But while we attempt to impregnate her, there are some general, ladylike rules she needs to learn."

Ellie moaned in a very unladylike fashion, which was of course the doctor's intent as his fingers trailed down from her nipples to tease her engorged clit. Her father shook his head sadly.

"Firstly, she must continue to be taught that orgasms are wrong and sex outside of marriage and for any purpose other than reproduction is wrong. We will be trying to inseminate her, but as none of us are her husband, this lesson can still be effective." 

Ellie felt herself building as the doctor began to finger her cunt, first with one finger, then a second.

"Next, she must learn obedience. She needs to understand that she is inferior, as a woman, to men. We will all concentrate on giving her more opportunities to obey. We have had to do all the work so far, it is time she learned how to work for her own cure as well."

Ellie's hips began to squirm of their own accord. She began to squeeze her inner lips, trying to hold the pleasure.

"Lastly, she needs to learn her place. She will not speak unless spoken to and she will always respond with 'Yes, sir.'"

Ellis was having trouble dealing with the obviously misogynistic tactics they expected to use on his sister. He loved women, and had grown to love Ellie in the little time he'd known her. How anyone could treat her this way, especially the man who gave her life, he simply couldn't fathom. Ellis realized it must be something twisted, evil, and lacking in Mal and his friends. It redoubled his determination to get her free, even as he watched his little sister gush cum onto the leather ottoman while the depraved men spoke of harming her.

Ellie was sobbing uncontrollably. The orgasm had intensified her feelings of worthlessness and objectification. As a child she'd watched her mother spend hours and countless dollars perfecting her appearance. She did this so that her step father could parade her around like some trophy. In the beginning, she hadn't realized it, had simply thought her step father enjoyed having her mother for company. But as she grew older, she began to notice how all her mother ever did was smile and look good. 

It didn't matter that her mother went to college, that she had been a successful real estate agent. What mattered were appearances, and what that said about Ellie's step father. It was his money and connections that paid for everything. It was one of the reasons her mother had broken down so fast. The will left everything for the lawyers to sort out, and Ellie's mother was left to wait and see where that left her.

As she listened to the men deciding her fate, she began to note the similarities. She was going to be treated like her mother. Someone to be used to enhance their lives, who never caused trouble. Someone they could control completely. She wondered just how long it would take before they would dress her up fancy and parade her around for their friends. Then she realized Mal already had. He'd displayed her as the ultimate trophy, the ultimate toy, and shared her with dozens of men, dressing her in chains and ink instead of clothes.

Now they were going to breed her. The thought at once horrified and excited her. As a mother, she would have a new purpose. She would be worthwhile again. They would have to leave her alone when she was pregnant as well. It was selfish, to want a child as protection against her family, but Ellie couldn't stop herself from the desire. Her greatest fear was that it would be a girl. They would turn their hatred for women onto her innocent daughter. A son would be indoctrinated into their sick clique, but at least he wouldn't be a victim.

The doctor pulled his fingers from her sopping pussy as they solidified their schedule.

"I'm afraid the professor and I cannot stay for the remainder of the day. We will return in the evenings, myself to check on her physical and mental status, while the professor provides some necessary educational tutoring."

Mal smiled at the men then caught Ellis's eye.

"I've taken today off, so I can assist you with the program, but after today, you will be on your own."

Ellis nodded. It pained him to know he would have to participate in his sister's torture, but at least it would only be for the one day. Numerous plans for escape died instantly when Mal explained his security system.

"I want to make sure my daughter is protected, so there are some security features to the house you should know about. The system is linked to my e-mail account and I will receive a text notification whenever an outside door is opened. If you need to leave the house for any reason, you will have to ask me to disable to security system as well as unlock the remote locking mechanisms. I also have the front door set up to take a picture every time the front door is opened, so that I can be certain she isn't being taken."

Ellis smiled wanly. The first rate security system would make it nearly impossible to leave the house without detection. He was at a complete loss of how they would handle it. For now, however, he simply went along with Mal, congratulating his foresight.

"It's all state of the art, very expensive."

Ellis couldn't stand the man's bragging, but one look at Ellie's pathetic form on the ottoman was all the resolve he needed. He couldn't back out now, or he'd lose any chance of earning Mal's trust.

The doctor reached for his bag and took out a small needle.

"Well, we should start with the fertility treatments now. I will administer more in the evening. Right now we need to try and determine where in her cycle she may be. Proper knowledge of the female reproduction cycle will increase her chances of conceiving in spite of the prior hormone treatments."

Ellie hissed as the needle was stuck into her arm. The doctor then took a very large basal thermometer and stuck it inside her pussy. He moved it slowly in and out of her body, gently stroking her like it was a dildo. After five minutes he removed the thermometer and wrote down the temperature in a notebook. The gentle pressure had not made her cum, and Ellie was feeling strangely bereft.

"After one month, the hormones should be in effect and we will have basal temperature readings to base the following month's schedule on."

The professor was licking his lips eagerly while he stared at her petite body and lightly fuzzed nether regions.

"Certainly, it couldn't hurt to begin the insemination process today, would it? I mean... birth control fails, sometimes..."

Mal waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes, yes, of course Professor Hort! Go ahead and begin, but as was explained, Ellie must learn obedience as well, so make your desires known to her. This is also a good time to teach her hospitality."

Ellie shuddered as her father explained how she was to be a proper hostess.

"Whenever we have guests, you will greet them by saying: 'Welcome to my father's home. Please command your every pleasure.' Then you will thank them for their use of you."

Ellie gaped at him with open shock.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Greet our guests, daughter!"

Ellie stared helplessly at the men before nearly whispering the greeting.

"Welcome to my father's home. Please command your every pleasure."

Hort practically giggled in anticipation as he patted his lap.

"Come here girl! Open my pants and begin sucking my dick!"

Ellie sniffed, wiping her tears away. Reluctantly she crawled off the ottoman and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his trousers his short, purple cock sprang free. Ellie resisted the urge to gag as she closed her mouth on his length, bobbing her head up and down while Hort leaned back to enjoy the sensations. When he placed a hand on her head, fondling her hair, she knew he was getting close to bursting.

"That's right, little girl, faster! Suck me harder!"

She tried to comply, wrapping her lips tightly and swirling her tongue as she increased the speed, bracing against his legs for better leverage. When he lay back against the couch his cock slipped from her mouth.

"Climb on top of me."

Ellie hesitated. Mal swatted her ass encouragingly.

"You will obey, daughter."

Hesitantly she climbed onto the disgusting old man, straddling him and lowering her body onto his. It was the most humiliating experience in her life so far. This was far worse than the vicious and anonymous rape of men the other day. Worse than her father and brothers as they abused her. At least there she could tell herself that she was an unwilling partner, that they forced her. Here, however, she was not merely choosing to whore herself to her professor rather than face their brutality, she had practically asked for it. She was participating in her own rape. And when her pussy tightened around his cock, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

She began to ride him slowly, letting her body bounce up and down on his, her tits jiggling in his face. Quickly, however, she began to grind against his shaft. The man was simply too short to provide enough friction and she was becoming frustrated. When she bore down on him, it rubbed her clit as well.

Mal immediately noticed her frustration. She was having a hard time being turned on by the disgusting little man. He turned on her piercings and watched as her body tightened with rising pleasure.

The professor grabbed her ass as he felt her pussy tighten on his cock.

"Yes! Yes! I'm coming now, don't stop grinding, little one, don't stop!"

Ellie obeyed, trying to reach her own pleasure as she felt her teacher's prick gush into her pussy. Right before she was sure that she would reach an orgasm, she felt his cock begin to go limp as he panted beneath her. She tried to grind against him, but the tiny penis just slipped from her body. She was still burning for release. 

"Now thank the good professor, daughter. Don't forget your manners."

Ellie stared at the floor while she reluctantly expressed gratitude for the disgusting act.




Cinder Whore Ch. 04



When Doctor Gall caught her eye and crooked a finger towards him, she was more eager to do as she was told. The desire in her loins was throbbing uncomfortably.

"Get on your hands and knees, girl."

She knelt on the floor, watching him warily as he rose and knelt behind her. When she felt the warm cock head pressing against her backside she nearly sighed with both relief and shame at that relief. He did not press forward, but instead, ordered her to begin.

"Impale yourself on me, girl. Hurry up."

He gave a hard smack to her ass before she was able to press herself back and onto his cock. The doctor was well endowed, stroking every inch of her. She bucked and writhed against him. She found that if she lay her shoulders nearly on the ground, not only did the angle produce deeper penetration, but the tips of her nipples would brush against the soft carpet, stimulating her even higher.

The doctor grunted as she pressed her body against his, the wet slapping of flesh increasing as she grew nearer to her own orgasm.

"That's right, girl, faster, faster!"

Ellie was slamming herself against the doctor's cock, his head grazing her cervix with each thrust. When she felt him grip her hips and hold her tightly to him she screamed as her pussy clenched his cock, gushing her cum to mix with his hot jizz.

Doctor Gall pulled from her body and she slumped onto the carpet, exhausted and dazed. She yelped when a hand smacked her hard on her backside, laying the fresh print right on top of the first one. Her father's voice boomed in the vaulted ceiling.

"Manners!"

Out of breath, Ellie choked out a thank you. She lay there panting while Mal shook the men's hands and bid them farewell. She was left with just her father and Ellis, who had knelt down to stroke her back and whisper apologies while Mal walked the other men out.

"Sister, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I will get you out of here as soon as I can, but you must trust me!"

Ellie's only response was a sob as she heard her daddy's footsteps approaching.

"Ah, eager to begin, are we Ellis?"

Ellis stood, schooling his features into a sneer as he faced his sister's father.

"You have no idea!"

"Good, then let's begin, shall we?"

Ellis had a plan. The whole thing hinged on getting Mal's phone and his pass code. If he could unlock and disable the security system then he could get her out without Mal's paid for body guards responding before the police. He could sneak her away to his home and give her the space and time she would need to heal. He could also beat the ever living crap out of Mal in order to get the device, if he was lucky.

Ellis followed Mal as he walked into the kitchen. He paused and called to Ellie before he sat down.

"Daughter! You must always make yourself available to me and my guests! Get up! Your place is beside your men."

Ellie pushed herself to her feet and walked to the kitchen, careful to keep her head down. She stood at the entry, unsure what to do now. She was told not to speak unless spoken to, so she couldn't even ask for directions. She knew this tactic was intrinsically designed to set her up for failure.

"Daughter, make us breakfast."

Startled by the vague command, she wasn't sure what to do at first. Since he spoke to her, she hoped it was acceptable to ask her question now.

"Yes, sir. What do you want to eat, daddy?"

Mal sneered at the timidity in her voice.

"Eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, and toast would be acceptable."

Ellie let out a small sigh of relief. At least she knew how to make those things. Quickly she gathered up the ingredients and began frying everything up on the stove. The smells were mouthwatering. Ellie was quickly reminded of how little she had been given to eat since her father and brothers had begun their cruel use of her. She had to resist the urge to sneak bites or lick her fingers, knowing her daddy would punish her for it.

When she was done, Ellie was quite proud of herself. Nothing was burnt and it all finished at the same time, leaving nothing cold or soggy. Ellie had deliberately made more than the two men could eat in the vain hope that she would be allowed to eat some as well.

Remembering how her brothers had reacted the last time she'd sat at the table, she dished two generous portions and gave it to the men, then stood quietly.

Mal was a little disappointed that he couldn't find any fault in her cooking. He didn't want to eat badly cooked food, but it took away one method of torturing her by throwing it all out and making her cook again, when he knew she must be starving. As he shoveled the food into his mouth, making small talk with Ellis by complaining about his daughter's many faults, he racked his brain for a way to use the well cooked leftovers to his advantage. Inspiration struck him as he expounded on her immaturity and naiveté. As both men cleaned their plates, Mal put his plan to work.

"Worthless slut, why am I staring at an empty plate? Take it away!"

Quickly Ellie took both the plates and rinsed them in the sink before putting them straight into the dishwasher.

"Now get me the blender."

"Yes, sir."

Ellie handed her father the blender. Mal took all of the leftover food and dumped it into the pitcher. Adding a cup of milk, he blended the whole thing into an unappetizing sludge. When he poured it into a glass, Ellie had to resist the urge to gag. He held it out to her and she gingerly took it, knowing exactly what he wanted, but not able to bring herself to drink the mixture without a direct order.

"There you go, baby girl. You are to eat all of your meals in this fashion. Once myself, your brothers and any guests have eaten their fill you may take the leftovers for yourself. They must be well blended, however. I do not want you to take the extra time needed to chew away from your duties. Now, drink."

Ellie's hand shook as she lifted the disgusting tonic to her lips. She drank quickly, swallowing the thick gruel. It wasn't as bad as it looked, but it wasn't much better. That her father would be denying her even the pleasure of eating was yet another blow to her sense of worth. It reminded her of dog food. Everything a body needed in a convenient and unappetizing form.

Ellis was just glad he wasn't going to deny her nourishment. This must have something to do with the fact that Mal wanted to breed her.

"Now, daughter, it is time we cleaned you up. You're dripping cum down your leg, it's filthy."

He wrapped a hand in her hair and began to tug her up the stairs. Ellie had to scramble to keep from being dragged. Ellis followed behind, gritting his teeth. When Mal shoved her into the shower and turned it on full cold Ellie fought not to scream. He roughly rubbed her skin with a bar of soap before rinsing her with ice cold water again. Then he handed her the soap.

"Wash your dirty little cunt, baby girl. I won't be enjoying sloppy seconds."

As Ellie rubbed herself, fingering her pussy with the soapy lather, Mal would splash her with the shower head. Each time she had to stifle a squeak of surprise as the freezing jet of water assaulted her skin. Finally he deemed her clean, turning the water off and holding out a large towel.

Ellie gladly wrapped her body in the absorbent cloth. The goose pimples that had raised up all over her skin were just starting to dissipate when her daddy lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. Now her flesh was raised in goose bumps from fear as he took out the familiar paddle.

"Now, my daughter, you are going to please me and my friend Ellis with your mouth and little pussy. You will do exactly as you are told and you will not waste a drop of cum outside of your womb, or else daddy will have to punish you. Do you understand?" 

Ellie nodded vigorously, her eyes wide and focused on the paddle.

"Y-yes, sir!"

"Good. Undress us, then."

It was such a drastic change from before. Ellie had been used like a living rag doll before this. It was humiliating and frightening, but this was worse. Now the names they called her, slut, whore, nympho, took on new meaning as she readied the men for her own rape. Some girls might have taken this as having power over the situation, if only in a small way. To Ellie, it was the exact opposite. She was having her will to deny him, even with her inaction, completely stripped away.

Once both men were naked, their erections thrusting forward, Ellie quickly knelt at her father's feet and slipped his cock into her mouth. After days of abuse, she knew what he wanted.

Swirling her tongue and sliding her lips up and down his shaft, she gently cupped his ball sac as she stared up into his face through long, hooded lashes. He could see her fear and desperation and reveled in it. He grabbed her hair and held her tightly to his cock before pulling her away and shoving her towards Ellis.

Her beloved brother's face was neutral as he watched his sister hoist herself back onto her knees and open her mouth for his throbbing member. When her lips touched him, kissing the head gently before her soft, wet mouth engulfed him, his body trembled in anticipation.

Her mouth felt divine. Ellis wanted to explode right there between her silken lips, but he knew it would only cause her to get into trouble with Mal. Gently, he pushed her back onto the bed.

"Lie down, and open your legs."

Ellie lay back and spread herself wide for her brother. She gladly followed his commands, and had to stop herself from looking at her father to see his reactions.

When Ellis's tongue slid against her clit she bucked and grabbed the sheets to keep from clawing at his head. His hands held her legs wide as his tongue explored every inch of her swollen pussy. Ellie's head was thrashing back and forth and she'd almost forgotten her father, who was watching her intently.

Finally, she just couldn't hold herself back, crying out to her beloved brother.

"Yes! Yes! Please, more!"

Ellis slipped a finger deeply into her hot center, then a second, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her moist pussy. But after a few minutes of vigorous licking, sucking and fingering, Ellie was teetering on the edge of orgasm, but unable to topple over. She didn't understand. What Ellis was doing to her felt amazing, but it just wasn't enough. Something was missing, and she wasn't sure what.

"Oooh! Oooh! I need, I want, please! Help me!"

Before Ellis could respond to her pleas, Mal realized why she wasn't cumming. The conditioning had paid off and he could now move on to making her beg for her abuse.

Putting a hand on Ellis's shoulder he met the young man's gaze.

"I want to hear her ask for it. Don't give her anything different unless she asks for it. This is a perfect opportunity to teach her to rein in her desires."

Ellis fought the urge to grit his teeth as he heard his sister moan in frustration. She didn't even know what she wanted, but she did know what had turned her on in the past. The only sex she'd been taught until her one loving night with him was pain and humiliation. This was exactly what Mal wanted her to beg for.

Ellis redoubled his efforts to help her reach orgasm, but it wasn't enough. Ellie was sobbing with pleasure and frustration, her sheath fluttering but not reaching orgasm. Finally, she broke.

"Please! Take me! Put your cock inside me and fuck me!"

Ellis was more than ready. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and sank his cock deeply into her sopping pussy. Ellie cried out, arching her body tightly against him as he moved slowly in and out of her. It was better, she climbed right to the precipice again, but still there was something missing. She whimpered in frustration, clutching Ellis's hips tighter in an unspoken plea.

Immediately Mal was at her side, whispering in her ear.

"Oh no, my sweet little girl, you must beg. Beg him to fuck you harder, beg him to slap your tits, you know you want it! You're a slut and nothing can satisfy a slut but pain."

Tears streamed down Ellie's cheeks. She knew he was right. Her mind had already been flashing memories of men slapping and pinching her, the nipple and clit rings vibrating against her most sensitive parts. Every time she thought of the pain they'd brought her, she was sure she would explode. Instead, she'd resisted, not allowing the horrid fantasies to invade the sensual experience of her brother's love. It was for naught, though, as her father was right. She was a slut, and she wanted the pain.

"Fuck me harder! Yes! Slap me, harder! Oh! Uum! Mmmm!!"

As Ellis's hands left bright red marks over the black ink of insults he could feel Ellie's cunt rippling as she began to teeter over the edge, screaming in pleasure as she gushed her sweet nectar onto his cock. Ellis fucked her harder, slamming his cock against her cervix as she came over and over, the pent up frustration releasing in multiple orgasms.

While Ellie reveled in her release, Mal took the opportunity to push her completely over the edge. After Ellis released his load into her petite frame, Mal pulled him from her and quickly flipped her onto her back, forcing his own thick cock into her pulsing heat.

"Talk to me daughter, tell me what you want Daddy to do to you!"

Ellie was caught up in the pleasure, her body's needs overpowering her feelings of degradation, or maybe they were enhancing the pleasure. Ellie didn't want to admit it as she begged her daddy for more.

"Yes, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Oooh! Slap my ass! Slap your little girl, punish her for being a little slut, please!"

Ellis watched, panting with his spent lusts. Mal took his paddle and began to smack Ellie's ass. Each time he could see her juices trickle down onto the bedspread, an obvious sign that the pain was exactly what she'd needed.

Finally her daddy's cock exploded inside her, splashing against her womb. She let out one last scream of pleasure and sank down against the bed. Her daddy held her ass against his cock as the last few spurts trickled into her body.

Finally, Mal caught his breath.

"That was disgusting, daughter. I can't believe you begged us to hurt you. I can only hope that when you conceive, motherhood will cure you of your sordid lusts!"

Ellie was glad that her face was buried in the comforter. She could feel the flush creeping across her whole body.

Mal flopped into an armchair in his sitting area, motioning for Ellis to join him.

"Well, that worked out better than I expected. I don't know how you came up with the idea of exposing her indifference to gentleness, but it was a stroke of genius."

Ellis smiled, but inside he was angry with himself. If he'd known that his attempt to moderate her pain would backfire, he wouldn't have given Mal this newest method of torture. Once he got her out of here, Ellie would need years of therapy to break the cycle of violence from her psyche.

"So, this is our new plan? Make her expose herself as a slut instead of showing her?"

"Positive reinforcement, my man. I'd never thought I would use it!"

Ellis joined Mal in laughter, then cleared his throat.

"So, I'll be here during the day while you finish your last week of work?"

Mal nodded and handed him the remote to the jewelry and a slip of paper.

"It's up to you to show her what a slut she really is, make her understand that it's her nature that we're fighting. Here's my number so you can text me to disable the security."

Ellis wore his most disarming smile.

"Why don't you just give me the code, Mal? You don't really expect me to kidnap your daughter, do you?"

Mal narrowed his eyes.

"True. I know who you are, where you live, and I have pictures of you abusing my little girl."

Ellis resisted the urge to gulp. He'd completely forgotten about that. It hadn't seemed important to keep his identity a secret. He'd been caught off guard by the situation and obviously hadn't planned well enough. He tried to shake it off, shrugging and waving dismissively at Mal.

"Please, there's no way I would ruin the opportunity to fuck this sweet thing without having to upkeep her. Toys like these are expensive."

Mal relaxed slightly.

"Well, maybe once you've proven yourself for a few days, then I'll feel you're worthy train my angel on your own."

Ellis shrugged again, acting like it didn't matter either way. It seemed he would have to keep up the charade.

After Mal left for his half day at work, Ellis did his best to comfort his sister. He held her, stroked her hair, and tried to undo the horrible experience by doubling his love. Eventually she stopped crying.

"Ellie, my love, you are a strong, brave girl. It's not your fault that they have abused you, please believe me. Once I get you out of here, you'll see."

She didn't answer him. He wasn't sure if she believed him or not. At this time, it didn't really matter anyhow. He couldn't prove anything to her until the unsavory influence of her family was removed from her life.

The next few days were pure torture for Ellie. She was repeatedly abused and raped by her step brothers and father in the mornings and evenings, and showered with love by Ellis in the afternoons. The sludge she drank for her meals gave her loose bowels and her father used this opportunity to further degrade her with morning enemas. The good doctor monitored her basal temperature and Professor Hort taught her horrible facts about pregnancy that began to give her waking nightmares on top of the sinister dreams that plagued her sleep.

Ellis could see his sister's will to resist crumbling in spite of his daily pep talks. It was time he pushed Mal for the code.

During the morning meal, after watching Ellie down her blended mush without so much as a grimace, Ellis asked Mal again.

"So, what do you think of my progress with your little slut of a daughter?"

"Doctor Gall has told me that she's progressing quite well. She's become quite malleable and any suggestion of her sexuality results in instant tears."

"That kind of skill deserves a little trust, don't you agree?"

Mal leaned back in his chair. His eyes slid to Ellie who hadn't reacted at all to Ellis's statement. Mal didn't know why the man wanted full access to his daughter, but he suspected it was for the same reason Mal would have wanted it: power.

"And what will you do when you can go in and out of my house as you please?"

Ellis had been anticipating this question. He'd thought a lot about what he'd say to Mal, toying with several ideas before settling on the best lie: the one closest to the truth.

Scooting his chair closer to Mal, he whispered his answer so that it wouldn't reach Ellie.

"I'm going to make her fall in love with me."

Mal quirked a brow.

"Go on."

"I'll make promises of taking her away from here, get her hopes up, then betray her so that she knows that you are the only one she can rely on."

Mal's wide smile told Ellis all he needed to know. He scrawled the pass code onto a piece of paper and handed it to Ellis.



Cinder Whore



At first he did the usual things. He looked in her eyes, nose, ears and throat. Ellie wondered if he could see anything that would tell him what had been in her mouth recently. She clucking of his tongue as he peered into her mouth made her tremble, afraid that he did indeed see evidence of her shame with her brothers. It was after that that things began to become truly uncomfortable. Dr. Gall made her lie down and close her eyes. When his fingers brushed against her nipples she gasped and tried to cover herself. He ordered her to be still, and she clenched her fists at her side to keep from reaching out and pushing his hands away. Again, his finger tips traced her sensitive nipples and areola, teasing her until her buds tightened and peaked, straining upwards. She fought back a moan. It was pleasurable, but she didn't want him to do this to her. She knew her step father was watching, and the sudden silence from the living room made her wonder if her step brothers were also. The doctor's hands continued to tickle sensitive trails down her skin, making it pebble into goose bumps. He tsked and began to speak.

"You see how sensitive her skin is, and how she is quickly aroused by this light touch? She definitely has the first tell tale signs of the psychosis you worried about."

Ellie's breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to water. She was terrified. This man was diagnosing her with some mental disorder because of the way her body responded to him. She didn't understand. When he grasped her knees and thrust her legs apart, she shouted and tried to sit up. Hands grabbed her arms and held her to the counter while another covered her eyes. She couldn't move as the doctor slid a finger in to her warm pussy lips. Ellie was mortified. She had felt moisture gathering between her legs, and hadn't known why.

"Ah, yes. A classic sign of nymphomania. You see how her wetness is in response to being touched, even by a stranger? She should not be so eager, Mal. Your step daughter appears to be quite the little slut."

The doctor spoke gravely and began stroking Ellie's inner lips, and when his finger brushed against her clit, she gasped and bucked in surprise. Mal's voice sounded strained, and she thought it might be from anger.

"Yes, her mother was a useless slut also. I'm so embarrassed to be the father to such a pathetic creature."

Dr. Gall continued to stroke Ellie's wet cunt, and she just couldn't stay still. Her breath was coming in pants and she was writhing on the counter top. She heard a metallic click as he opened the bag. Suddenly she felt something slimy and cold tracing the outside of her anus. She let out a little shriek as the hard thing slid slowly into her ass. She tried to close her legs but strong hands held her wide. The smooth, cold object was pressed deeply into her dirty hole, then slowly removed. He did it again, pumping it in and out of her ass while they all watched.

"Do you see how the clitoris swells and leaves its hood? She is aroused by this disgusting act. In fact, her ass is loosening up, wanting more. Only the worst of nymphomaniacs actually enjoy this kind of thing. I fear she may be beyond help."

She heard her step brother's snigger at the doctor's comments, but Mal sighed deeply before speaking.

"Doctor, is there anything we can do to help my baby girl?"

He was pushing the rod deeper and faster now, and it was becoming hard for Ellie to pay attention as she felt herself tightening, her stomach coiling strangely. She wept in frustration and fear, unsure what was happening to her body, and afraid of what the future would bring.

"There is a treatment, yes. But it would demand much of you and your boys. I suppose it is good that the summer is coming and you will all be free for a while. I would continue her studies online, though. Keeping her mind active will assist."

Mal didn't hesitate, especially when Ellie began to moan, the pressure in her stomach building higher, and she could now feel the tight nub the doctor had called her clitoris throbbing wildly.

"Anything doctor."

Ellie was sure now that she was mad. These feelings and sensations were driving her wild. She wanted to die right there on the table as the doctor fucked her tight ass with the slick instrument.

"She will need some apparatus that I didn't bring with me, but I shall return tomorrow with them. In the meantime, you need to continue to stimulate her erogenous zones repeatedly, while maintaining the mantra that the feelings she has are unacceptable. Hopefully, with time, her mind and body will accept that she should only feel pleasure when she wants and under very specific circumstance, such as marriage. Now, let's see just how bad the situation is, so we can measure her progress."

The doctor reached into the bag again, she could hear him digging through it. Never once, however, did the pounding of her asshole cease. Ellie heard a soft hum that grew louder as it came nearer to her body. She shrieked and jerked her hips in surprise as a short vibrating rod was inserted into her pussy, and something else vibrated strongly against her pounding clit. The tight coiling inside her exploded and she felt her body gush hot liquid onto the counter. Ellie screamed in ecstasy. The doctor spoke.

"Let her look, so she knows how disgusting she is. I've never seen a woman orgasm so fast."

The hand came away from her eyes and she saw her brothers towering over her and leering into her face. Lifting her head, Ellie saw her step father holding her legs wide as Dr. Gall fucked her ass and pussy with two shiny instruments. The one in her ass was a tapered rod that stretched her asshole wider. The one in her pussy looked like a "U" and curved so that he could fist it into her tight cunt with one side while the other vibrated against her clit. Both were soaked in her pussy juices and the sight of the strange man pumping the instruments into her was erotic. She never came down from the pulsing orgasm, and with very little encouragement, she came again and again. The doctor was really getting excited.

"What a slut! She's come six times in a row now and doesn't show any sign of stopping! We need to keep going to see how many she will take, but it is clear that this nymphomaniac must be saved. If we were to let her out in the world, she would surely take to prostitution, in spite of the Godly education you and your wife have given her. It's remarkable! The worst case I've ever seen! I feel so sorry for your family, Mal."

Ellie was moaning and writhing on the counter, sobbing in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasms hit her fragile body. She could feel her pussy leaking juices all over the counter, and briefly wondered how she could have so much. Was she peeing herself? It didn't feel like it, but she didn't know a woman could squirt like this. Finally, it was just too intense. She screamed and didn't stop screaming as her body finally ran out of energy for anything more than a hard, pulsing squeeze that forced both instruments from her cunt and ass. The doctor was breathing heavily as he walked to the sink and washed both dildos in hot water. No one needed to hold Ellie now, she just lay limply, sobbing and moaning on the counter in a puddle of her pussy juice.

"Remarkable. I wouldn't have believed a girl could orgasm 22 times in just ten minutes. She's the biggest slut I've ever seen! Now, I suppose we should see if oral stimulation is also enjoyed?"

Ellie heard her brothers laugh and Donny answered the doctor.

"Oh yeah, she's a real slut there too. Sucked us both dry for a little Chinese food. Fucking bitch ate from the floor like a dog."

Dr. Gall raised a brow and laughed.

"Well, we shall she about how she responds from a nympho perspective."

And with that statement he dragged Ellie so that her head lolled off the side of the counter and shoved his cock in her raw throat. She began to thrash again, so her step father grabbed a hold of her waist and held her still while the doctor fucked her mouth. He moved so rapidly, his balls smacking against her forehead and the hair poking her in the eye. She never had a chance to breath as her gag reflex convulsed tightly around him. The doctor grunted, almost out of breath.

"See if she's experiencing pleasure, Mal."

Her step father reached down and touched her swollen clit, shoving several fingers into her pussy. They both laughed when her cunt spasmed around him and she came again. Ellie felt no pleasure from the fucking her throat was receiving, but the pain didn't stop her from orgasming again and again, until the edges of her vision became dark. Finally, the doctor thrust one last time and she felt his cum gush down her throat. When he pulled away, she could do little more than gasp for air, seeing spots as oxygen filled her starved lungs. She wondered worriedly if it had close enough to the 3 minutes she'd learned would begin causing brain damage. She was drifting into unconsciousness as the doctor explained the treatments to Mal.

"You all should fuck her until she ceases to orgasm, or passes out, whichever comes first, at least 3 times a day. There are three of you, so one each should suffice, unless you think you can work together for better results. If you are spent and cannot continue, and she still orgasms, I will leave some rods you may use until it ceases. Make sure you include the psychological conditioning as well as the physical conditioning. I will arrive tomorrow with the apparatus that will allow you to continue the treatment when you are not home. As far as her official report, I will be diagnosing her with borderline personality disorder and pathological lair syndrome."

Ellie heard her step father thanking him for his time, and the click of the door closing behind him before she passed out from sheer exhaustion. 

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Ellie awoke cocooned in a soft swell of blankets. She wiggled into the down comforter and pillow and sighed. It was a nightmare. And it was over.

A soft hand on her hip instantly erased Ellie's feelings of safety. It was then that she really began to take in her surroundings. Ellie's bed was comfortable, but not this comfortable, and it smelled slightly of tobacco. She'd never smoked a cigarette in her life, but she knew someone who did. The soft, warm breath tickling her ear confirmed, she was in her stepfather's bed.

"Welcome back, baby girl. I was wondering how long you'd sleep."

He began to kiss her neck, while continuing to stroke her hip. It was then that Ellie realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. When his hand slid higher and cupped one small, pert breast, she whimpered in fear.

"Hush, baby, Daddy's here. I know you had a rough time with the doctor, but now Daddy's going to make it all better."

Mal began to gently stroke the side of her breast, moving slowly and gently towards the center. Despite her fear and confusion, Ellie felt her nipples contract and a warm tingle that shot straight down to the apex of her thighs. She wanted to move away from him, scream at him to stop, but she didn't want another pounding like she'd gotten from her step brothers. She knew she wasn't fast enough to escape, so if she just lie still and accepted him, maybe he'd treat her gently. She soft pinch and roll of her nipple between Mal's fingers brought a gasp to her lips, and Ellie couldn't help but arch her back into his hand.

"Mmmm, do you like that baby girl? Tell Daddy. Tell Daddy how much you love him."

At first Ellie wasn't sure what to do. He was her stepfather, but she didn't love him. He'd never paid any attention to her until now. Fearing his anger if she didn't, she whispered back, her voice shaking with her uncertainty. 

"I love you Mal."

Ellie screamed as her stepfather twisted her nipple painfully.

"I am your father! You will not call me by my given name!"

"I'm sorry Daddy, please, you're hurting me!"

The twisting stopped but her stepfather didn't release her tortured nipple. He growled in her ear, demanding she repeat herself correctly, and she practically screamed his name as his fingers tightened their grip.

"I love you Daddy! Please, I love you! Don't hurt me Daddy!"

Murmuring how he could never hurt his baby girl, Ellie's stepfather rolled her over and threw the covers off their bodies. Ellie lay naked before him and felt her whole body enveloped in a heated blush as she realized he was naked too. His erection was now pressed against her hip as he leaned down to gently flick the abused nipple with his tongue. She gasped, and almost lifted her hands to cover herself. But her stepfather gave her a stern look and she lay them back down. He began to bathe to sore nipple with his tongue, swirling and kissing lightly until she felt as though a fire had erupted in her pussy. Her breasts ached, the other nipple was hard and tingling, puckered in jealousy. She could feel the moisture growing between her thighs, and she held her body rigidly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Do you like it, baby girl? Do you like Daddy's tongue on your sweet nipples?"

Ellie nodded, but her stepfather took a hold of her other nipple and began to pinch.

"Yes Daddy!"

"That's better."

Her father rolled on top to straddle her shaking body, his mouth descending on her nipples to lick and suck until Ellie was moaning and writhing beneath his hot tongue. She had fisted her hands in the sheets until he pulled them from their death grip.

"Touch me angel. Say my name."

Ellie's hands wrapped in her father's hair as his mouth teased and tortured her aching nipples. Between moans and gasps, she gave him what he wanted.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh, yes! I love you! Please, Daddy, yes! Oh!"

Her father left her breasts and began to lick a hot trail down her abdomen. He paused briefly when he reached the large, flat mole on the bottom left side of her navel. It was a birthmark she shared with her mother. He traced it with his tongue before going lower, stopping when he reached her clamped thighs.

"Open your legs for Daddy, baby girl."

Ellie was mortified. He'd see she was wet again.

"But Daddy..."

"Hush, baby girl, listen to your father. I want to show you how much I love you. Now open up."

When Ellie's father put pressure on her legs, she slowly opened to him. The cool air on her hot pussy made her gasp as his fingers stroked her and spread her lips.

"Uh oh. Looks like you're a naughty girl. You're all wet for Daddy, aren't you baby?"

Ellie sniffled.

"My little girl is a slut, isn't she? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want Daddy to put his cock into your tight pussy and make you cum on Daddy's cock. Dirty girl, I bet you want Daddy to suck your wet little pussy too."

Ellie started to protest, but her father's mouth lowered between her thighs and she screamed as his tongue lapped at her inner folds. He teased her clit until it swelled from beneath its hood, pulsing and throbbing beneath his tongue. Ellie's hands gripped her father's thick, dark hair as he continued to flick her pulsing clit until she thought she might die. When he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck, she thrust her hips into his face and cried out as her first orgasm ripped through her. But her daddy wasn't done. He slipped one finger into her slick, wet hole and began to pump her pussy with his hand. He continued to suck and lick her swollen clit, and within a minute she was convulsing around his finger. Ellie was sure she would go insane if the sensations continued much longer.

"Baby girl, you're so tight. I want to feel that hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Tell me you want me, baby."

"Yes Daddy, I want to feel your cock, please, please make it stop!"

Ellie's daddy placed the head of his cock at the entrance to his daughter's hot, pulsing cunt, but he didn't slide into her. Instead, he rubbed the fat head across her highly sensitive lips and clit, spreading his sticky pre cum onto her soft body. The sparse pubic hair of her mons tickled him as he teased his daughter with his cock. She kept arching her pussy into him, trying to get relief for the sensations. He continued to deny her.

"Beg Daddy for his cock, little girl. Beg me like a whore to fuck you until you scream."

Ellie was desperate. In spite of having come twice already, she was coiled even tighter than ever. She was afraid to stay this way.

"Daddy, please give me your cock! Fuck me Daddy, fuck me now! I'll do anything, I love you, I love you, please fuck me Daddy, now!"

Ellie's daddy pressed his huge cock to his daughter's tight hole. Pushing forward slowly, he felt her tense up as his staff began to penetrate her hot, wet pussy.

"Just relax, baby girl, Daddy's got you."

Slowly he filled her, pushing steadily until he reached her cherry. Mal was panting, trying to control himself. This was what he'd been waiting for. This was why he'd married that stupid bitch. He wanted to fuck his daughter for her first time, and control every sexual experience thereafter. His little girl would now belong to him, body and soul.

Ellie felt her daddy's cock stretching her tight pussy even more than the instrument the doctor had used. She couldn't believe how big he was inside her. She was sure he would rip her apart, and when she felt him push against something inside her, she grit her teeth. With a jerk of his hips, Ellie's father thrust his cock all the way into her little cunt, breaking through her cherry until she took him all the way to the base. She screamed, tears rolling down her eyes, and she gripped him tightly with her arms and legs, sobbing as the pain coursed through her.

"Hush little one, it will only hurt for a minute."

She felt her father kissing her face, licking her tears as her body tried desperately to adjust to the invasion of his cock in her pussy. His kisses moved lower until she felt his lips on her collar bone, and then her breasts, and Ellie gasped when he sucked on a nipple. She moaned, distracted from the pain by the pleasure.

"That's right, baby, let Daddy make it all better."

Still sucking her sensitive nipple, Ellie's daddy began to slide his cock in and out of her sweet pussy, rolling his hips so that his pubic hair rubbed her still swollen clit. The jolt of pleasure caused Ellie to arch into him, her legs still wrapped around her daddy's waist. She could feel her tight cunt begin to throb and shudder as the sensation of his cock stroking her most private place began to build inside her. She gripped his head, but her daddy sucked her swollen nipples even harder as he felt her pussy squeeze and gush cum all over his cock. Moving faster, her daddy released her nipple and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, stroking her with the same rhythm as his cock. It was overwhelming and just as she reached the bottom of her last orgasm, Ellie felt herself squeeze and cum again, soaking the sheets with her pleasure. Ellie began to moan and writhe beneath her father's body as he brought her to orgasm again and again, thrusting his cock so deeply she could feel his cock brushing against her womb. A part of her cunt began to swell inside of her and she could now feel his thick head rubbing against the throbbing spot. Ellie clutched her father's shoulders, arching her hips into his thrusts, her whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

"Oh, baby girl, you make Daddy feel so good. You're such a good whore. I've never seen a girl as slutty as you. Tell me you want my cum. Tell Daddy to make you his little cum bucket."

Ellie could barely form words, her blood was singing with pleasure as his cock kept pumping into her soft little body. She could feel her nipples brushing against her daddy's chest hair with each bounce of her pert tits. When he slowed down, she was afraid he was going to stop.




Cinder Whore



"Don't stop Daddy! Don't stop! Make me your little cum bucket, I want you to cum in me, please, please! I love you! I love you!"

Ellie was sobbing, her arms and legs wrapping around her daddy's body as she begged him to use her like a common whore. Mal quickly obliged and pumped his cock into her tiny, hot cunt, his fingers reaching between them to rub her clit. Ellie's young body shattered, gushing cum onto her daddy's cock as her clit and pussy exploded. She gripped him tight, holding on for all she was worth as she rode the wave of pleasure. Her daddy grunted and continued to thrust as he shot his load into his daughter's womb. Feeling his warm jizz oozing inside her body, Ellie's pussy convulsed one last time before she collapsed in a heap on the bed. Her daddy leaned down and kissed her forehead softly and sighed sadly.

"That was way too many orgasms, baby. You were a dirty little slut for daddy, weren't you? I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you until you learn to not be such a whore."

Ellie was exhausted, but she felt a chill of fear as her father sat up and reached into the drawer of the nightstand. She couldn't see what he pulled out, but when he pulled her over his lap, she began to squirm, trying to get away.

"Don't move!"

Ellie stilled as her father's angry voice held her immobile. That's when she felt the first smack of the paddle across her ass. She screamed in pain. He'd hit her hard.

"Count the hits and tell Daddy you're sorry for being such a dirty little slut."

He hit her again and she screamed and cried.

"Count!"

"Two..."

Her father brought the paddle down even harder across her ass cheeks.

"Start from one, and tell Daddy you're sorry for being a dirty little slut."

As her daddy hit her again, the pain shot up her spine.

"One, I'm sorry I'm a dirty slut!"

"That's right baby girl, you're getting it now."

Ellie's ass was on fire. She continued to count until he reached eight, when suddenly she felt something cold and hard rubbing the outside of her pussy. In spite of the pain and her exhaustion, she felt herself grow moist again as the cold rod rubbed her sensitive lips. When he slipped the thick silicon shaft into her, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. It was huge, much bigger than his cock. He began to fuck her roughly, and she moaned. Just as she began to cum again, her daddy brought the paddle down hard on her ass cheeks, and the pain shot through her, mingling with the pleasure of her orgasm. Ellie screamed in both pleasure and pain.

"You forgot to count, dirty slut. That's going to cost you!"

Her daddy continued to fuck her with the huge dildo, pushing it in farther until it was rubbing against the entrance to her womb. It began to vibrate then, and part of the dildo stimulated her sore little clit until it began to swell again. Each time her body shook with an orgasm her daddy would spank her ass with the paddle, and every time she could do nothing more than scream. So her daddy drove the lesson home himself, degrading her with ever slap, speeding his thrusts, pounding her pussy with the huge didldo.

"My little girl is such a slut! She even likes it when I spank her ass red. Look at her take this huge black dildo into her tiny pussy! You haven't stopped coming, have you baby? You love being used like a whore. You're pathetic!"

Finally, Ellie's body could take no more and her father was smacking her ass and fucking her so hard she simply screamed and screamed, her body gushing cum until she passed out, unable to move as he brutalized her. It took Mal a moment to realize his little daughter wasn't moving any more. He stared down at her red ass. He'd been careful to hit her hard enough to hurt, but not enough to leave welts. She'd be thinking of him all day tomorrow, every time she sat down. He smiled evilly. Mal had always wanted a little girl, and now he had one he could keep his baby forever.

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Ellie woke in the basement on the hard mattress. Someone was yelling right next to her ear. She stumbled awake in the darkness and tried to search for the person. It sounded like Donny, but there was a static sound to his voice.

"Get your lazy ass up, bitch, and come into the kitchen! I'm waiting little sister! Wake up, slut!"

Ellie dragged herself to the narrow strip of light that was the doorway, and climbed the steps into the kitchen. As she opened the door, she realized she was naked, and blushed scarlet, her skin matching the red marks across her bottom. It was painful walking as her skin stretched with every step. Glancing down into the dimly lit cellar, she didn't see her nightdress anywhere, so she grabbed the flimsy blanket and wrapped it around herself like a towel, then dashed into the kitchen. She saw Donny still yelling at her into a walkie talkie. When he saw her, he paused in his tirade, and grinned, taking a bite of his bagel. Ellie's stomach rumbled, and she realized she hadn't eaten since the Chinese food yesterday. She hadn't had dinner since she'd passed out after the doctor's visit, and again after daddy's punishment.

"Get over here, bitch, and suck my cock for your breakfast."

Ellie sniffled, feeling tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. She was hungry, and remembered the locked cabinets, so without any argument, she went down on her knees and unzipped her brother's pants.

"Rub my cock with your hands too."

Ellie could barely make Dan's words out as his mouth was full of bagel. Dutifully she reached over and pulled her youngest brother's cock from his pants and began to pump his shaft while she sucked Donny. Her oldest brother had one hand wrapped in her hair and was shoving her head down onto his cock so that it slid deeper into her throat, pounding the soft flesh, still sore from yesterday. The two brothers continued to eat, commenting between bites what a dirty bitch their little sister was, sucking cock before breakfast. Ellie was getting into a rhythm, when she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. She heard her father's booming voice.

"Wow. I think your little sister is getting worse, boys. She's sucking and jacking you off like a prostitute. I bet she's even wet right now!"

Donny grunted in agreement and held Ellie's head so her mouth sunk down to his base while he pumped his jizz into her mouth. Her father tsked, scolding his son.

"Donny, Donny, did you forget? We're supposed to be helping your little sister break free of her nymphomania. You need to fuck her in the mornings!"

Suddenly Dan grabbed Elllie and tossed her over the table. She barely had time to swallow the sticky cum in mouth before her younger brother slammed his cock into her pussy. He laughed.

"You're right, Dad, she's wet from sucking Donny's cock. What a dirty bitch. She's hopeless."

Dan started fucking her roughly, his cock smashing into Ellie so that she could do nothing more that gasp and hold onto the table. Then Donny pulled her body sideways so she was sucking his cock again. He was softer than before, but not flaccid, and she felt his cock harden slightly as she sucked him.

"Take her to the couch boys, this little whore won't be satisfied until you're fucking both her holes."

Dan lifted and carried her like she weighed nothing, still buried deep in her slick pussy. Donny sat on the couch and Dan slid from her body and tossed her to his brother. Ellie yelped as she fell into her brother, and gasped, her little cunt shuddering as her oldest brother slipped his hardening cock into her empty hole. Donny came up behind her and squeezed her still sore cheeks painfully. Ellie gasped in pain while Dan continued to fuck her, his cock growing longer and thicker with each sharp thrust. Her daddy handed Donny a bottle and her brother coated her ass with oil. Before she could figure out what he was doing, Donny thrust his cock into her tight little asshole. Ellie screamed as her brothers' cocks filled both her tight holes. She saw stars and slumped down onto Donny's chest as both boys thrust into her in alternating rhythms. She started when she heard the sofa table squeak across the floor. Looking up, her daddy was stroking himself, his hard length right at the level of her head.

"Suck Daddy's cock, baby girl."

Obediently she opened her mouth and he slid between her soft lips, holding her face lovingly in his hands. The gentle way in which her father stroked the tears from her cheek and the rough way in which her brothers fucked her holes sent Ellie on edge. When Donny grabbed her tits and started pinching and sucking her nipples, she screamed. Dan reached around and began stroking her clit. As her father's thumbs began to caress her ears Ellie lost all control and began to cum, screaming around her daddy's hard cock. Donny had already cum once, so his stamina was up. He began to thrust harder, pushing his cock in deeply, holding her hips tight so he could grind his little sister against him. Dan had to hold still while she came, the force of her orgasm almost pushing him out. Mal came in her mouth quickly, and she swallowed his cum, but he didn't leave her, letting her continue to suck his flaccid member with wet slurps.

"Look at that little whore take you all at once. Mal, I'm afraid this may be even worse than we realized!"

Ellie's eyes were closed while she gushed her pussy juices all over her brothers' cocks, but at the sound of the doctor's voice, she gasped, her father's cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. Her whole body turned pink as she realized he'd been watching her fucking her family, and coming several times. Just then Dan grunted and slammed his cock deeply into her ass as fast as he could, his steamy jizz shooting into her. He pulled out and held her cheeks open for the doctor to see.

"Nasty little bitch has an ass to kill for, doc."

"My daughter's still coming, Dr. Gall, I'm afraid we're going to have to cut this session short. Pity. I was hoping she would come less than yesterday, and show some improvement."

"Nonsense, Mal, we don't need to stop now. Your boy Donny seems to still be going, and I can take over for young Dan."

Ellie looked stricken. She turned her face to her father, pleading with her eyes. It was bad enough that this stranger was watching her whore herself to her family, but now he was going to fuck her too?

"Daddy, please..."

Mal kissed her lips gently as the doctor pulled his cock from his pants and began pumping her already stretched asshole. He didn't answer her, her instant orgasm was enough. Donny redoubled his assault of her nipples and Dr. Gall began to rub her clit again. Ellie was screaming in pleasure as the two cocks slammed her tight holes, pumping in and out of her body relentlessly. She could feel her clit explode first. It throbbed against the doctor's fingers and his continued strokes allowed her to ride the feeling for several seconds. Then the patch of her inner wall began to swell, both the cock in her ass and the one in her pussy rubbing against the sensitive skin. One slid in while the other slid out, so there was always a cock stimulating her. It felt as though Donny's tongue and fingers on her nipples shot a straight line of pleasure to that spot as well, and the mind shattering orgasm that ensued lasted nearly a minute. Finally, both men shot their loads into her. They dumped the panting girl on the couch. Dr. Gall watched Ellie, shaking his head.

"Mal, I fear she's still got some left in her... I suppose you could use the instrument to continue stimulating her while I add the apparatus I brought."

"I agree. My daughter is becoming quite the insatiable slut."

Dr. Gall handed the "U" shaped vibrator to Mal, who quickly began to pump it in and out of his little daughter's cum dripping ass and pussy. The vibrations shot straight to Ellie's core and she writhed on the couch, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. She barely felt it when the doctor rubbed some salve on her nipples that began to tingle and numb the hard tips. It was only pressure she felt as he threaded a needle through her normally sensitive buds. He did the same to the hood of her pulsing clit, and the only thing Ellie noticed was that her daddy wasn't pumping the vibrator as quickly while the doctor worked. She moaned and tried to wiggle her hips faster, but her daddy's strong hands told her to be still. When it was finished, Dr. Gall handed Mal a piece of paper with instructions and then left. Mal leaned down and kissed his daughter on the mouth, his tongue snaking into her lips to stroke her tongue as he quickened his pace, fucking both her holes with the vibrating instrument. It became too much and finally Ellie came so hard she could do nothing more than lie and pant on the couch. She was beginning to drift off to sleep when her father shook her roughly.

"Baby girl, you need to get up and do your chores. I wouldn't want to have to punish you again. And don't forget your school work."

Ellie nodded and struggled to get up from the couch as her father locked up and walked out the door. It was then that she noticed the bright red, nubby piercings in her nipples and clitoral hood. As she moved, feeling began to come back and the piercings tickled her sensitive areas. It was a huge distraction as she scrubbed and cleaned the house. Her family had been particularly messy yesterday and it took her longer than before. When she heard the classroom alarm ring she opened the laptop and stared at the leering face of Professor Hort. He practically drooled at the sight of her new jewelry, and Ellie was immensely embarrassed. Unlike yesterday, Hort began a rather normal history lesson, focusing on the Bolshevik Revolution. A few moments into the lesson, however, Ellie felt her piercings begin to vibrate, the tickling nubs rubbing her sensitive flesh. She began to squirm and gasp for breath, unable to focus on the lesson. Hort continuously chided her for her inattention.

"You dirty slut, are you getting turned on by those piercings? Don't you even care about your education? I bet you just want to be a prostitute and fuck men for the rest of your life. You're worthless. This is a waste of my time."

It was then that the piercings seemed to vibrate more strongly and Ellie sat back in the chair, her legs spread wide, heedless that the professor could see as she began to finger her throbbing cunt while the piercings vibrated maddeningly. Hort pulled his cock out and began to stroke it furiously, both of them coming at the same time. When Ellie opened her eyes she saw Hort leering at her and knew he'd watched her pleasure herself. The vibrators had stopped and although her skin still tingled, she felt more in control of herself. Hort didn't say a word and the computer shut off. Full of shame for her display, Ellie continued to clean the house. The next time the alarm went off, the experience was the same. The professor did a boring lecture while the vibrating jewelry made her squirm and wiggle until she was desperate for release. Again she masturbated in front of the old man, only becoming embarrassed afterwards when he told her how disappointed her father would be. Finishing her chores, she saw the time and was surprised to see that it was past the time she would have expected her brothers. She had finished and her stomach was growling fiercely. She was trying to figure out what to do while she waited when she heard raucous shouts coming from the garage. The door opened and four young men came through the door. Ellie stared in shock as her brothers and two more boys walked in and started walking towards her. Donny spoke first.

"There she is, boys, the little whore I promised you."

They all leered at her naked, pierced body. She was speechless until her piercings began to hum again, making her gasp, her pussy instantly becoming wet. She watched as her brothers and their friends stripped. Dan pushed her down to her knees and the four surrounded her, stroking their cocks, all pointed at her face.

"Time to suck, bitch."

Dan shoved his cock in her mouth while Donny took her hands to stroke his friends. She was blushing furiously as she slurped on her brother's hot cock, and the boys all laughed and congratulated each other on finding the best whores. A hand wrapped in her hair yanked her from one cock to the next, and she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as the vibrators made her cum. Donny began to explain how this particular slut was special.

"My father took this one in, she's got mental problems. Dirty bitch is a nymphomaniac, for real. She needs to get fucked almost constantly. You can come and fuck her any time you want dudes. I'll give you the key code so you don't trip the alarm."

"Dude, you're the best! Can we fuck her now?"

Donny didn't answer. He just shoved Ellie back into one of his friends, who quickly shoved his cock into her quivering pussy. Ellie's scream was cut off as the boys rearranged her so that she was riding the boy reverse cowgirl and the other boy was standing over her, slamming his cock into her mouth. Both her brothers brought her hands to stroke their cocks as the other boys fucked her furiously. It was too rough, but the pain was overpowered by the vibrating jewelry on her clit and tits, causing Ellie to cum again and again. Then the boy below her took his cock out of her pussy and slammed it into her ass. She screamed as his cock slid deep into her dirty hole. Then one of her brothers, she wasn't sure which one because her eyes had been squeezed shut for some time, dropped down between her legs and began to fuck her pussy. She was screaming as she orgasmed, over and over, as the boys pumped her, not even bothering to find a rhythm as they invaded her body. Then the boy between her lips pulled out and moved behind her, yanking her head back by her hair and sliding his cock all the way into her mouth, cutting off her screams as he fucked her throat. The brutal fucking only lasted a minute as the boys came quickly, but to Ellie it seemed to last forever, and she was sure she would die as she came harder and harder, almost passing out twice, but able to grab a breath of air between strokes. When they all finally tossed her to the ground, she laid panting and moaning, the vibrators still teasing her into another orgasm. That's when she heard clapping. Looking up she saw Mal and a police officer, clapping and congratulating the boys on their brilliant fucking. Ellie gaped and wondered if the cop was here to arrest one of them. She certainly hadn't consented to being gang fucked. But it was obvious that this man was not only a friend of her daddy's, but father to one of the boys.

"Good job son. Mal told me how they were trying to help this poor girl. You did great."

The boy laughed and the then all four of the young men went to go play video games. Ellie's daddy picked her up and began to carry her upstairs. The cop followed.

"I've never seen such a slut, Mal, where did you find her?"

"She's my stepdaughter, Gabe. I've watched her grow into this, and am glad I can finally do something to help her."

"Fuck, Mal, your daughter? It's like a fucking porn..."

Mal watched Gabe's eyes fill with lust. Mal knew Gabe was not only a dirty cop, but he was also a dirty guy, and the thought of incest and rape really turned him on. It was one of the things the men had always had in common, since they went to community college together.

"My baby girl is still coming from the vibrations. She's not even close to done yet. Want to help with her therapy Gabe?"

The policeman nodded enthusiastically as Ellie's daddy brought her into the master bathroom. The huge whirlpool tub was actually a four person Jacuzzi, and he began to fill it with warm water. Thrusting Ellie into the shower, Mal took a bucket and a douche and then turned the water on. Ellie screamed. The water was freezing cold.