5 comments/ 113406 views/ 34 favorites Forced Ch. 01 By: westcoastjohn This is a story about forced non-consenting sexual activity. Please do not read if you are offended by or dislike such subject matter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damon glimpsed over at his wife. He felt incredibly proud as he did so. Louise always looked amazing but tonight she had dressed for his company's annual party. He always enjoyed showing her off at the party. He could tell that all of the other guys were jealous; she was always the hottest girl there by far. Tonight was no exception. Louise was wearing a short, tight little black dress that enhanced every one of her sublime curves. Her dress showed off her beautiful toned legs that were balanced atop five inch black stilettos. She was the prettiest girl he had ever met. Life was good. Damon took another longer glimpse. Louise's dress was ridding up her thighs even more as she drove their car home. She noticed Damon looking and she opened her legs a tiny bit more, just enough to reveal almost all of her inner thigh but not quite enough to show him her lace panties. She gave herself a little smile as she saw his eyes widen. She thought Damon looked really handsome in his tuxedo. She always loved to see him dressed up. She thought they made a pretty couple. Damon was not big and buff, he had never been a jock, but he was handsome and a couple of inches taller than Louise. Although not tonight, her heels made her three inches taller than Damon. 'I think we need to get some gas.' Damon drew his eyes from Louise's thighs, looked at her face and said 'There is a place about half a mile up the road on the right.' 'Okay. I'll get the gas; you go in and get us some wine. I want a drink when we get home.' 'Sounds good. White or red?' 'White I think.' Louise slowed the car and pulled into the gas station. No other cars were there. Damon could not see anyone behind the counter as he got out of the car and walked into the shop. 'Hello, hello...is anyone there? Would someone activate pump 3 please?' He was answered with silence. Damon began to make his way towards the back of the shop. As he passed the last row of shelves his heart stopped. 'Oh fuck no!' The scene before Damon's eye instantly filled him with terror. The first thing he noticed was a massive pool of blood, closely followed by dead gas station attendant with his face destroyed by the exit wounds of several bullets. A split second later he saw the big black man staring at him with a massive handgun pointed at Damon's head. 'You should've just left man' said the gunman. 'I can't let you go now you have seen this.' Damon completely lost control of himself; he was terrified. He was shaking and could not stop himself pissing his pants. Humiliation was added to his terror. 'Oh dude! Have you just pissed your pants? What kind of pussy are you?' the black guy taunted. Damon could not move and he could not take his eyes off the massive gun with a single massive brown index finger caressing the trigger. He was convinced he was about to die. The next sound he heard just made everything a whole lot worse. The little bell above the door to the shop rang out. It seemed almost deafening as it broke the silence. Louise's sweet voice rang out next, 'Damon? Where are you hon?' Louise frowned. She called out his name again but heard no response. What the hell was going on? She had been left waiting at the pump but no gas came out and now the shop seemed to be deserted. She had an uncomfortable feeling growing in her stomach but she assumed Damon must have gone to the toilet so she made her way towards the back of the shop. As she moved passed the last row of shelves she dropped her purse into the pool of blood and screamed. 'Shut up bitch' the black guy said calmly. Louise stopped screaming but could not stop herself pleading. 'Oh no, oh no, oh please no. Please don't hurt my husband. Please. Please.' She looked a broken woman and she too was shaking uncontrollably. 'I told you to shut up bitch.' This time his voice was still calm but was more forceful. Louise fell silent. Tears were streaming down her beautiful cheeks. She looked over at Damon. He still could not draw his eyes away from the gun pointed at his head. Louise noticed his piss soaked tuxedo pants. She could even smell the piss. Damon had drunk quite a lot of spirits at the party and he must be quite dehydrated because his piss smelled really strong. Despite her immense feeling of terror she was shocked and ashamed that she felt a slight, but real, feeling that she had been a little let down by Damon. He was meant to be the man but here he was soaked in his own piss, unable to utter a word in their defence. She knew it was unfair but she could not shake it now that she had let the thought in. Despite the obvious risk Louise could not stop herself continuing to speak. ' Please do not kill us. We won't say anything...will we Damon?' There was no answer. He could not move. 'DAMON' she shouted, slightly annoyed that her husband, her protector, was still not helping, had he really just given up? 'Seriously we won't say anything.' 'Bitch, you really can't shut the hell up can you?' To Louise's surprise this huge man was smirking as he spoke. She instinctively covered herself up a little with her arms as she saw his eyes examining every bit of her. 'You've seen what I done. There's no way I'm gonna trust you to keep it shut. So, you gotta die.' His calmness was the most terrifying thing of all to Louise. 'Look, please, don't do it. We will do anything you want, anything, please.' Louise had nothing to lose so she kept on pleading, it could not make the situation any more perilous. The gunman had a thoughtful look on his face for a few seconds before he broke out into a dirty, leering smirk. 'Okay, I'll give you one chance to save yourself and your pussy, or should I say pissy, boy here.' 'Oh thank you, thank you. Just say what we have to do.' 'Go and lock the door, switch off the lights and come straight back here.' She had no idea where this was going but she obeyed without question. She allowed herself the slightest feeling of hope. They might just survive this nightmare. She got back and noticed that the gunman looked even more threatening in the dark. He ushered Louise and Damon into the back room behind the shop. The gunman had Lousie's purse in his hands and was looking through the contents. He pulled out her driver's licence. 'Okay Louise, get me Damon's wallet.' She obeyed. The smell from Damon was getting worse. She could not stop herself thinking 'why won't he help talk us out of this? Why won't he at least try something?' 'Right, pretty Louise and pissy Damon. I now know who you are and I know where you live. Me and my boys will keep hold of these and if you ever mention a single word about what you saw here tonight we will come round and fuck you up good. You get me?' 'Yes' Louise mumbled. This man was truly terrifying. 'So can we go now?' 'I don't think so bitch.' Louise had allowed herself to believe that he would let them go. 'You gotta do something for me first.' Damon's heart broke even more than it already had. He imagined what was about to come and knew he could do nothing about it. 'What do you want us to do?' Louise said with confusion in her voice. 'I want you to show this pussy boy how his wife sucks a big black cock.' 'What? No! Never.' Louise could not introduce any conviction into her voice. Despite what she said she knew she was helpless and knew that it was going to happen. The gunman undid his jeans and lowered them to reveal a massive black cock. Despite herself Louise could not help admiring its sheer size, length and girth. It was so much bigger than Damon's even in its current flaccid state. She mentally told herself off for those little feelings and was still repulsed by the idea of sticking this stranger's cock into her mouth. She sighed and made her way over to him and got onto her knees. 'Whoa, what do you think you are doing bitch?' Louise stopped and looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. 'I am doing what you told me to do.' 'You gotta get naked first bitch. I wanna see that fine white-ass body hidden under that dress.' Louise's face reddened with this new humiliation. She slipped off her dress to reveal her incredible curves. Next came off the lace bra. 'Holy shit dude. How the hell did a pissy boy like you get such a hot bitch.' Louise's tits were full and pert and the fear had caused her nipples to harden and stand to attention. She removed her panties to reveal her shaven nakedness. 'Now dude, watch your naked wife suck my cock. If you stop looking at her for a single second I will blow your fucking brains out.' Damon had no choice, for the first time he dragged his eyes away from the gun pointed at his head and looked at his stunning naked wife getting onto her knees in front of this monster. He would have pissed himself again if he hadn't emptied himself last time. Louise did not look at Damon, she could not make eye contact with him. She felt humiliated and utterly let down that he did not even try to protect her. She could still smell his piss. By comparison she was surprised to find that the gunman smelled really nice. He obviously looked after himself and his legs were impressively muscled. He was semi-hard after seeing her strip and he was bigger than any cock she had ever seen. However, overall she felt sick, humiliated and violated. The thought of sucking this massive black cock that was just a few inches from her face made her want to spew. What made everything worse was that she felt a familiar but unwelcome feeling stirring deep inside her. She was slightly turned on by this monster's sheer dominance, confidence and truly magnificent cock. She truly hated herself for these feelings. Her husband had absolutely no choice but to submit to this behemoth. How could she resent him for that? She had no answer but the feeling was immoveable. She grabbed the cock in her right hand and placed it in her mouth and sucked on the tip. 'Oh hell yeah dude. How does it feel to see your wife sucking my big black dong?' he taunted Damon. Louise wanted to stop more than anything but new she could not. Damon watched in a dream like daze as his gorgeous wife sucked a cock that was so much bigger than his it was almost incomprehensible. He hated himself for thinking that this tyrant was so much better endowed than him and that Louise would never be interested in him again. How could he think that she would enjoy this? She was essentially being raped. What was wrong with him? Louise began to suck the massive brown shaft; making her way down to their captor's big brown balls. He used his left had to push her head closer. She got the message and gently sucked on his balls, taking them one at a time into her mouth. The gunman groaned with pleasure. He was fully hard now and must have been eleven inches and unbelievably thick. She had never seen a cock anywhere near as big as this. Once again she hated herself intensely for feeling a chemical stirring deep inside that she knew was arousal. She began to cry again as she took about half of his length on her mouth. 'Shit dude, I feel almost sorry for you man,' the brute smirked widely at Damon. 'I bet she hardly ever gives you head. She got no technique. I guess she just gonna have to suck for longer until I cum in that sweet mouth of hers.' Tears were beginning to stream down Damon's face. He felt helpless, worthless and useless. He could not protect his wife and now she was being violated by this monster. As he watched one big black hand grabbed her head and forced her head onto the big black hard on. Louise began to choke a little. She coughed and spluttered for a few seconds before recovering and returning to her sucking duties. As the minutes passed she began to get more and more annoyed at her own body's betrayal. As she brought him closer to orgasm he let out an increasing number of sounds of pleasure. Despite herself Lousie's arousal steadily grew as she heard this positive feedback. Yet again she wondered 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Damon had to watch in hell for almost twenty minutes before Louise managed to coax the massive black python to cum in her mouth. Damon saw the tell-tale sign of the huge cock pulsating as it spewed its load into Louise's sweet mouth. He seemed to cum forever. Eventually he finished. 'Show that pissy husband what a real man's load looks like.' There was so much hot sticky cum in her mouth that Louise wanted to gag but she controlled herself and turned to Damon. She hated herself for what she had just done and the feelings she had. She hated herself even more for her feelings of anger at seeing her husband's tears flowing down his face. Damon had been completely spineless throughout this whole episode. She looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth to show him her mouth very full of cum. Damon could not make eye contact but saw the sticky white mess in his wife's mouth. 'Now swallow it all bitch.' Louise did as she was told. The gunman pulled her to her feet, his gun still pointing at Damon's head. He pulled her close and roughly grabbed her crotch whilst staring into her eyes. She felt a thick king middle finger enter her, its whole length rubbing against her clitoris. She couldn't stop herself letting out a little sigh. 'Hell dude. Seems your white wife likes it black. She is all wet down there, see?' He pulled his finger out and rubbed it against Damon's nose. He could smell Louise's juices and feel the wetness on his upper lip. It broke his heart yet again. How could she be aroused? He knew it was combination of fear and the impressive nature of their capture but he was still as jealous as hell. 'Okay get dressed bitch.' Louise obeyed. 'Now you two can fuck off. Just remember that I know where you live.' Damon and Louise left the gas station. She could not look at him. She knew it was unreasonable but she resented his weakness. They drove away in silence. After they got about half a mile down the road she saw the gas station explode in her rear view mirror. She knew that any evidence had been destroyed. It took Damon and Louise another two days before they could talk to each other properly again. They talked at length about what to do but agreed that they could do nothing. The gunman was obviously a gang member and it was too much of a risk to report what had happened to them. About two weeks after the incident both of them realised that they were fundamentally affected by what had happened. Louise was completely humiliated and violated but she still could not get the thought of that massive black cock out of her head. Her husband's small, thin six inches seemed pointless in comparison. His weakness at the gas station made him even less sexually attractive to her. She truly loved Damon deeply but could not get turned on by him anymore. Would that ever change? Damon realised that he also could not get that black cock out of his head. This manifested itself as his complete impotence. He could not even get it up when he tried to masturbate. How could one incident turn life from being so good to being so bad? Forced Ch. 01 Readers, a note of warning. This story features violence and non-consent/reluctance. Also, an instance of the word 'faggot.' This isn't reflective of my views on homosexuality, just an asshole character saying an asshole thing. I welcome your thoughts and feedback! There is more to come for this story. * Jennifer was terrified. Tears streamed continuously down her face, absorbed by the handkerchief tied around her head to gag her. She was vaguely aware of the unpleasant feel of the wet fabric against her skin. How funny, she thought, to notice such a minor discomfort given all the other pain visited upon her tonight. Not to mention the potential of her impending death. Her arms were bound behind her back with duct tape, too tight, and the back of her skull was throbbing where she had been pistol-whipped. She was bruised and sore from being thrown around the house violently as the intruders who were robbing them corralled Jennifer and her brother into the guest bedroom. More than she was terrified for her own life, Jennifer was terrified at the thought of losing her brother, her sole remaining family member after their mom had succumbed to a degenerative brain disease and their dad had fled when Jennifer was young. At 24, Victor had been Jennifer's legal guardian for seven years. Now a senior in high school, a few months past her 18th birthday and weeks from graduation, Jennifer still felt very much like a child. At the very least, she certainly didn't feel like an adult, even if the law said she was, and she didn't feel prepared to cut ties with her brother, especially not via his death. They were sitting back to back, both bound and gagged. Victor grasped Jennifer's fingers in his own, alternating between squeezing tightly and caressing them. It was the only thing keeping her from having a full-fledged panic attack and hyperventilating. It also reassured her that Victor was okay, a considerable relief after watching the ruthlessness with which the intruders subdued him. He was unconscious for several minutes, incapable of putting up much of a fight as they restrained him and moved him to the bedroom. One of their assailants kept watch over them. He was pacing anxiously, muttering to himself and responding to things neither Jennifer nor Victor could hear or see. He seemed to be high on something. Jennifer could smell him; it was a strange, acrid, distinctly organic odor that seemed to get worse the more he sweated. He was tall and lanky, kind of gaunt in the way drug addicts tend to be, and hid his face with a ski mask. He reminded her of Lurch, but on fast-forward. He had brought a crow bar with him, and it was against the wall by the door. They were bound to be disappointed; despite the nice house they lived in, Jennifer and Victor didn't have much in the way of valuables. They inherited the house from their mother, but Victor's salary as an assistant manager at a retail store didn't produce enough money to buy things like plasma televisions and the newest technology. The assailant's compatriot stormed into the room. Despite also wearing a ski mask, Jennifer could tell he was pissed. And from his body language and red eyes open wide, she would guess that he was also high. "There's nothing here!" he said angrily. "All I found was this fucking iPod!" He threw it at them, hitting Jennifer on her right temple. She let out a muffled cry at the sharp pain. Victor squeezed her fingers. She could tell it was killing him that he couldn't protect her. "What the fuck? You've got to be fucking kidding me," said Lurch. He picked up the iPod. "It's a fucking Nano! This isn't worth shit!" He threw it against the wall and pounded both of his fists repeatedly on the bed, letting out a frustrated scream. Jennifer shrank away from him as best she could, avoiding his face for fear of meeting his eyes. It didn't work. She could feel him looking at her. "Hey sweetie, it's all right." He sat down next to her and caressed her thick, light brown hair, pulling her waves between his fingers, breathing heavily. He turned away from her, to his cohort. "This bitch is hot. This night doesn't have to be a total loss." Jennifer moaned in terror. She was so scared she felt like she might wet herself. Victor was squeezing her fingers hard enough that it was starting to hurt. The one with red eyes shifted his gaze to her and stepped closer. Reaching out, he roughly groped her breast through her thin t-shirt, finding her nipple and pinching it painfully. Jennifer tried not to respond, but she couldn't help whimpering in pain. "Yeah. I see what you mean. C'mere." He gripped her bicep and jerked her to her feet, pulling her fingers out of Victor's reach. She almost lost her balance with her feet tied together. "Joe, keep your eye on the boyfriend here." Joe, formerly Lurch, stood and moved to the headboard, next to Victor, pulling a gun out of the waistband of his pants and holding it against his thigh. Red eyes turned to Jennifer. "I'm going to free your hands. You try anything, and I'll have Joe shoot your little boyfriend. You understand?" Jennifer nodded, a resurgence of tears overflowing her eyes. He pulled a Swiss army knife out of his pocket and flipped the blade out, using his grip on her bicep to turn her around. He pushed her face down to the bed. Jennifer was now in a defenseless position, bent at the waist and still bound. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and pushing against it, and then the heavier pressure of his hips thrusting against her. Victor couldn't look at her. "Hey. HEY. Boyfriend. Want to see me fuck your girlfriend? I bet she's got a tight little pussy. I bet it gets really fucking wet for you, doesn't it?" red eyes said, sneering, as he ground against her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. Watch me." Victor still wouldn't look. Jennifer felt her attacker grab her hair and yank her head back, reaching under her with the other hand and pinching her nipple again, twisting it. She screamed around her gag. "Yeah, you're watching now. You watch, or I hurt her." He cut the duct tape with his Swiss army knife and stepped back. "Turn around, sit on the bed, and take the tape off your feet." Jennifer did as she was told, sitting on the bed and struggling with the duct tape. When she had freed her legs, he stepped towards her, standing over her with the knife still in one hand. He grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it off. She was humiliated, to be almost naked in front of her brother, and exposed to her attackers. She was not wearing a bra as they had been roused in the middle of the night, her only other clothing her white bikini underwear. He reached out and palmed her breast, squeezing it painfully. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Red eyes began rubbing his dick through his black jeans. He smelled as bad as his partner, and since he was so close, Jennifer could also smell body odor, and something musty. "You're a hot little bitch. You like it when your boyfriend fucks you? You like making him come? I bet you like sucking dick." He started to unbutton his spants. "Hey, Saul, uh...look, man, what about DNA? You can't leave anything here. They'll find you. They'll find us," said Joe. "You gotta use a condom or something." Saul stared at Jennifer, his anger and disdain burning into her. He looked over at Joe. "Did you bring any fucking condoms to this robbery, dipshit?" "No, man, no...I don't know, maybe they have some, but you can't raw dog it." Saul grabbed Jennifer's chin with his free hand and bent so his face was directly in front of her. "You got any condoms? Don't fucking lie to me, bitch. If you say no and we find some, we'll really make it hurt." Jennifer didn't have any, but she had no idea whether Victor did. She looked to her right, barely able to see that Victor was shaking his head no in her peripheral vision. She shook her head as well. "No? You guys trying to get pregnant or what?" He pushed her chin back, hard, forcing her onto her back on the bed. She sat back up. Saul turned away, clearly aggravated and still sporting an erection. "Fine. Fine. We'll just watch the two of you fuck, then." Jennifer felt her stomach drop. She and Victor simultaneously let out wordless noises of protest, her tears starting anew. Saul reached toward her face, stained fingers tugging the handkerchief out of her mouth. Before he could say anything, Jennifer started babbling hysterically, her speech punctuated with sobs. "Please, no, please don't, please, we can't have sex, he's not my boyfriend, he's my brother, oh god, please don't make us." Overwhelmed, she could no longer speak and could only cry. Saul was staring at her, still sneering at her contemptuously. She saw his chest rising and falling heavily and his free hand move back to his dick. He looked over at Joe. "You want to watch a brother and sister fuck?" Joe grinned. "Tell me where you keep your driver's licenses. Remember what happens if you lie." Jennifer was almost hyperventilating, fear making her keen before bursting into chest-heaving sobs. Saul gripped her chin again, forcing her to look at him, and then slapped her hard across the face. "Tell me where they are!" Victor shouted around his gag, unintelligible. Saul motioned to Joe, who moved forward and tugged the gag out of Victor's mouth. "Please, stop, don't hurt her. Please. She's just a kid. My wallet is in my nightstand drawer, my driver's license is in there," Victor pleaded. "What about hers?" Saul asked, grabbing Jennifer's hair and yanking her head back. "I don't know, her purse, I guess, it's probably in the kitchen by the door. Please, take my money and credit cards, take our cars, and just go. You can just have those things." "What the fuck good is $40 and canceled cards gonna do me? And stolen cars? Fuck no." Saul was grinning with naked malice. "I want to see some fucking. Joe. Watch them. If she moves, shoot him." Saul left the room. Victor and Jennifer remained motionless under the baleful glare of Joe and his gun. Saul returned a few minutes later with their licenses. "They got the same last name. I think they're telling the truth, Joe. What do you think? They married, or brother and sister?" Joe studied them, a look of serious deliberation on his face. "Yeah, yeah. I can see it. They have the same eyes. I think it's legit." Saul moved to Victor and pulled him to his feet. He quickly cut the duct tape from his wrists. "Take the duct tape off your feet and take the gag out of your mouth. Try anything, and I'll use this knife on your sister." Victor did as he was told, the duct tape pulling his leg hair out as he freed his feet. "Now take off those boxers. You've got to be naked to fuck, big brother." Victor just stood there, looking at the floor. Saul moved back to Jennifer and grabbed her hair again, pulling it to expose her neck. He put the tip of the blade of his Swiss army knife to her throat and pushed, just barely puncturing her pale skin. Jennifer let out a cry, and Victor's head jerked up at the sound of his sister's distress, his mouth set in a tight line. He watched as a bright red trickle of blood slid down her throat, over her collar bone and just inside her left breast. "You think I'm joking? You want to play with your sister's life? This is a warning. I'm not going to be this nice next time. Take. Your boxers. Off." Victor, feeling completely powerless and thoroughly shamed, pushed his boxers down over his hips. His hours playing rugby gave him incredible strength and agility, and all of it was muzzled by a two inch blade and his little sister's life. He had never felt so impotent, making the prospect of having to fuck anyone, let alone his sister, a sick joke. He had no control and couldn't do anything without putting his sister at risk, and he could hardly bear it. "Go to your sister. Take off her underwear." Saul was unbuttoning his pants, reaching in for his dick. "Joe. Keep your gun on them." Victor dutifully went and stood in front of his sister, but again refused to comply. Jennifer felt in a daze, her eyes dry now, and watched as if hypnotized as Saul reached for the crowbar by the door. When she realized what was happening, she started to cry out and reach for her brother but it was too late. Saul brought the crowbar down on Victor, in between his neck and shoulder. Victor let out an anguished cry and dropped to his knees, head falling forward. "Get up, you fucking pussy. Take off her underwear." Victor stayed kneeling, looking at the ground. From her vantage point Jennifer could see his lips white with pressure and tension, and tears beginning to fall from his eyes. He would not move. She reached for his face as Saul hit him again with the crowbar, this time across the back, causing Victor to arch in pain and scream through clenched teeth. Jennifer found herself suddenly crying again, tears spilling uncontrollably down her face. "Victor, please, please, just do it," she begged. "Please, it's fine, don't let them hurt you. Here, I'll do it." She began reaching for the waistband of her underwear. "NO!" Saul shouted angrily. "NO. You both do as I say. Whatever I say. And you don't do anything unless I say so. So, Victor, take off your sister's underwear. And you may as well stay down there, I think you should eat your sister's pretty little pussy." Jennifer covered her face with her hands, hiding and sobbing into them. "Please, Victor. I'm so scared. Please do it," she said softly. Slowly, still looking at the floor, Victor reached up, his hands first landing on her thighs, sliding up to her underwear. He hooked his fingertips over the top and began tugging them down. Jennifer leaned on one hand and lifted her hips to help them slide off. He pulled them down, over her knees, and the slipped down her calves and off her feet. Task complete, he sat mutely, motionless. "What are you waiting for? You heard me. Put your mouth on your sister's pussy. Go on. Put her legs over your shoulders and tongue your little sister's cunt," Saul growled, his right hand now in his pants, rubbing his dick. Victor couldn't make himself do it. He had been responsible for her since she was 11, responsible for keeping her safe and healthy, and now he was being ordered to molest her. He would have preferred to die before doing that to Jennifer, but not if it meant leaving her alone in the world with no family. Still, he could not will his arms to hold her calves and put her legs over his shoulders. Jennifer, face still obscured by one hand, saw Saul reaching for the crowbar and quickly put her legs on her brother's shoulders. She waited for a rebuke for disobeying, but none came. She turned her head to the side, humiliated at being open and exposed in front of her brother. "Go on. Get on this shit. I'm not going to tell you again." Victor sat silently, conflicted into paralysis. He did not want to do this to her, but he knew the resistance was pointless. Saul would just hurt him or his sister systematically until they did whatever he wanted. At the same time, doing what they asked felt like a willingness to molest her and it went against every fiber of his being as an older brother. Jennifer began whimpering, and it seized his heart and made him want to vomit. "Victor, please, he's going to get the crowbar. Please, I can't lose you. Please, do it. Do it for me, not them. Please don't leave me alone," Jennifer pleaded, panicking. "It's okay. I'm okay. But I can't lose you." Victor swallowed, a hard lump in his throat. He felt as though the only thing that would be of any comfort to Jennifer right now would be to do what they wanted, to avoid being injured any further. The thought of violating her disgusted him and made his stomach turn, but he could see no other way of getting out of this. With a deep breath, he wrapped his hands around the top of her thighs and pulled her hips closer to him. He refused to look at her; at the very least, he could try to respect her privacy, if only visually. However asinine that seemed to him, it felt better than seeing his little sister's vagina. Leaning forward, pressing his lips together tightly, he could not help but smell her essence as he inhaled through his nose. She was not aroused, but still had that ineffable, womanly aroma, and, sister or no, it smelled as wonderful as ever. This thought that passed through his mind, before he even realized he was having it, made him hate himself. He pressed his mouth against her vulva, feeling her pubic hair against his nose. He waited there, hoping it would be sufficient and they would believe he was performing oral sex on his sister. Saul wasn't buying it. "What do you think I am, an idiot? I know you're not doing shit. Pull her pussy apart with your hands and get your tongue in there. You a faggot or something?" Victor, resigned now, took a deep breath. A few tears fell from his eyes as he moved his hands under her legs, pushing them back gently. He still refused to look at her, and relied on touch to guide him. He slid his hands up the soft, delicate skin of her inner thighs until they reached the warm juncture at her pelvis. As tenderly as he could, he place his fingers on her vulva and pulled his hands apart slightly. His biology was betraying him. Despite the utter terror of the situation, Victor was becoming overwhelmed by the adrenalin coursing through him and the scent of a woman's pussy. He felt the vaguest stirrings of arousal; his self-loathing and humiliation was almost complete. He couldn't believe he was enjoying this at all, but found it equally difficult to believe it would be possible to get hard in the midst of a home robbery and under the malignant gaze of two strung-out intruders. Jennifer felt Victor spreading her legs, and then her labia, and something like relief flooded through her. She didn't even care what they had to do, as long as they were safe. She was embarrassed, but attempted to disconnect from the situation and wait for it to be over. Victor's warm breath was strangely comforting, even on the most intimate part of her body. He was safe. She felt his lips touch her, his tongue tentatively licking into her. His lips closed around her clitoris, his muscle memory taking over. As detached as he tried to be, the mildly sweet taste of his sister did not escape his notice. She tasted clean, healthy -- the pleasantness of her one of the only things in which he took any solace. Her vulva was soft and plump and slick, warm against his lips. "Yeah, that's more like it," Saul said. Jennifer could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, and the distinct sound of hand masturbating dick. She tried to tune him out and focus only on everything she could feel from her brother, the sole reassurance that, at least for now, they were safe. As odd as it sounded to her, she felt protected by him. "You like that pussy? You like that sweet peaches and cream pussy? Stick your finger in her. Finger fuck her while you lick that clit." Victor pulled back briefly, his right hand moving from her labia over her whole vulva, gently caressing it, spreading around his saliva to make penetration easier on her. Victor knew she wasn't a virgin, a cold comfort, but a comfort nonetheless that her first sexual experience wasn't this. He put his finger in his mouth, wetting it thoroughly, and brought it to her moist entrance. He nestled his fingertip in her folds, and rested his cheek against her thigh. She was so warm inside. "I'm so sorry, Jennifer," he whispered. Jennifer reached down to his left hand, still on her pussy, and put her hand over his, squeezing gently. Anything to comfort him. His strong grip on her hip was reassuring. Victor's breath caught in his throat when Jennifer took hold of his hand. He felt his eyes fill with tears again as he pushed his finger into her gently. Saul had come up next to the bed, standing over them, rubbing his dick. Victor closed his eyes, trying to shut him out, and put his mouth back on his sister. He began slowly thrusting his finger into her as he sucked on her small clit, her pubic area completely smooth. Almost subconsciously, he turned his hand palm-side up and stroked inside of her, hitting her g-spot. He circled his clit with his tongue as he continued to caress her g-spot rhythmically. Forced Ch. 01 "Oh, yeah. That's it. Is that pussy good? You like that 8 year old pussy?" Saul grunted. Victor ignored him, but couldn't ignore that his dick was now half hard. He prayed that Saul didn't notice. Jennifer tensed when she felt Victor turn his hand and start hitting her g-spot. Being fingered during oral sex had always been a surefire route to orgasm for her, and she realized that she was starting to respond. She furrowed her brow in disbelief and disgust. How could she possibly feel anything pleasurable from her brother being forced to perform cunnilingus on her under threat of bodily harm? 'I can't believe this,' she thought. 'I am so fucking sick, what's wrong with me?' Even so, her clit was becoming engorged and Victor's finger was slick with her lubrication. "Okay, that's enough. Stand up," Saul demanded, interrupting their brief reprieve from the agony of their situation. Victor took his mouth off of his sister, wondering if it was his imagination or if her light, subtle taste had gotten a little stronger under his ministrations, and her clit a little swollen. He slowly pulled his finger out of her, her pelvis trembling under the final motion, and stood up. "Well holy shit, I'm not the only one who's enjoying this." Jennifer's face burned. How could he know? She couldn't help it. It was a physical response, separate from her psyche. She felt tears overflow as she thought of what her brother must think of her. The sound of a spank caused her to look up. Saul had just slapped Victor on the ass, who, she noticed, was half hard. Her mouth dropped open slightly in surprise. "Shit, I don't blame you. She's one hot bitch. And I think it's time she returned the favor." Saul leaned over and took hold of Jennifer's hair, jerking her into a sitting position. "Go on, suck your brother's dick. Look, he wants you to. Put it in your mouth and make me believe it, bitch." Victor took a deep, shuddering breath, his erection wilting slightly with his shame and humiliation. Saul thrust Jennifer's head towards her brother crotch, her nose burying in the crease where his leg met his groin. Although she'd never been so close to her brother's groin, it was a familiar, comforting scent. It smelled like him, only stronger. She reached out to stabilize herself, gripping his thighs, and pulled back. "Hurry up, before he loses it. You so worthless you can't even keep a man hard?" He pushed her head towards Victor's crotch again. "Go on. Grab it and pull on it a little. You know how to do that, don't you?" Jennifer couldn't stop her tears. Her eyes felt tired and itchy from all the crying. She pressed her lips together as she reached for her brother's penis, trying to keep from sobbing. She took it in her right hand, feeling its heft and thickness, really looking at it for the first time. Even slightly hard, it was sizable, with a thick, sturdy shaft and a slightly larger, bulbous head. She gently stroked it several times, until Saul interrupted. "Do I have to tell you every fucking thing? Put it in your mouth. Suck on it." Jennifer's hand on his dick wasn't enough to revive his ailing erection. She was face to face with his arousal, and it was humiliating. He felt as far away from aroused as he could get. Almost involuntarily, he watched as she leaned forward, her mouth opening and her soft pink tongue coming out a little to cushion his cock as she took him in her mouth. He felt a shudder through his insides as her warm mouth surrounded him. As she gripped the base of his dick and began to stroke it in and out of her mouth, he felt himself getting harder. Saul reached out and grabbed Jennifer's forearm, moving her hand from his thigh to his balls. "Play with his nuts. Guys love that." Jennifer cupped them, massaged them gently. Before he realized it, Victor had put his hands on the back of Jennifer's head, his dick now growing rapidly in her mouth. Jennifer tried not to think about what she was doing. She was more concerned with how uncomfortable her brother must be feeling than how weird it was for her to have his dick in his mouth. It was really not that bad, she thought; there were definitely worse things she could be forced to put in her mouth. She realized that he was getting harder and felt only empathy; no disgust or disdain, no thoughts that he was fucked up and sick. She could only imagine that he couldn't help it. For the first time since they had started touching each other, she looked up into Victor's soft brown eyes, searching for reassurance. For what, she didn't know. That he didn't think she was weird, or less of her for sucking on her brother's dick, or reassurance that they were going to be okay. Victor looked down at his beautiful sister, eyes red and puffy from crying, and gently stroked her hair. He tried not to think about how, at the same time, his cock was in her mouth. He could not think of how to comfort her, and did the only thing that occurred to him -- he caressed her cheek and smiled at her, brow creased in worry. Jennifer felt a wave of relief wash over her. She felt safe. The more they complied, the more they did, the more at ease she felt. It was a strange progression, she thought, but she wasn't prepared to question it. Without thinking, acting on equal parts experience and fear, she took his dick from her mouth and kissed and tongued the underside as she ran her fist up and down its length, up to the sensitive spot beneath the crown, then flattened her tongue and pushed it hard against the head of his dick, over his hole. She tasted some precum there, and heard Victor let out a groan before he could stop himself, hips thrusting slightly. She felt a small surge of precum onto her tongue and took just the head into her mouth, circling her tongue around and dragging her lips over it until she kissed the very tip. As she pulled back, a string of precum strung from her lips to his cock. She leaned forward and licked it out of the hole in the head of his dick, tongue probing gently, and then swallowed. She could feel her clit throbbing and the wetness between her legs building. She had always found giving head to be very arousing, an effect that seemed to be a given regardless of the situation. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling a shiver inside at the pressure it put on her clit. "All right, don't blow your load just yet. You still have to fuck your sister. You, Sis, lie back," Saul instructed, hand clenched firmly around his angry red dick. "Go on. Spread your legs." Jennifer hesitated. Oral sex was one thing, but to go all the way and have sex with Victor? Have real sex with her own brother? Saul reached out and grabbed her hair, his favorite method of control, and jerked her head back. "Bitch, do what I say. I still have the knife. It ain't too late to put it to use," Saul threatened. She felt it pricking at her side and instinctively flinched away. Saul released his hold on her hair, and she quickly moved up on the bed and laid down on her back, spreading her legs. She covered her face with her hands again, embarrassed at now being fully on display to everyone in the room. "Come on, Bro, what are you waiting for? Your cock is still hard as a rock. Put it in. You know you want a piece of that nice pink cunt. Do it." Victor's arousal wasn't going anywhere, but he couldn't bring himself to take this final step and violate her completely. He didn't move, just stood there feeling like an idiot with his fully erect penis sticking out in front of him. Saul came out next to him and said, close to his ear, "Do it, or I'll use the crowbar on her. I'll fuck her with it. She'll never be the same." Victor couldn't help it, he turned and looked at Saul in undisguised shock. He was frozen for a second and then realized Jennifer was trying not to burst into sobs. He looked at her, and back at Saul who was glaring at him with a condescending sneer. "Do it now. This is your last chance." Jennifer didn't say anything. He knew she must be petrified but wasn't about to ask her brother to fuck her for her own sake. She was looking away, to the far side of the room, away from Joe, away from Saul, away from Victor. Victor looked at her prone figure, soft, full breasts with puffy, pink nipples on alabaster skin, the thatch of curly brown hair between her legs glistening with his saliva. She was all soft curves, and she looked more fragile and vulnerable than ever before. He couldn't see a way out that didn't involve one of two terrible outcomes for her: serious injury, or possibly, his death. With a churning stomach, Victor put one knee on the bed, then the other, and slowly crawled up next to her. Victor put his right hand on her cheek, gently turning her face to him. She looked at him, her dark blue eyes filled with tears. He pulled her close, close enough that only she could hear him when he whispered, "Jennifer, I'll do whatever you want. I will gladly try to fight them off. You don't have to have sex with me. All I want is for you to be safe. I'll do whatever it takes. Whatever you want." She surprised him by clutching him to her tightly. "No. No. Just do it. Please, just do it. I can't see you hurt. Just do it and they'll leave." She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes pleading for him to agree as tears fell onto her cheeks. He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead, pulling her to his chest in a tight embrace. Victor felt a sting on the back of his thigh and shouted in pain. He looked over his shoulder to see Saul wielding the crowbar. "Get to it. Enough of this pansy-ass bullshit. Put your dick in her." He felt Jennifer's hands on his face, turning his head back to her. "Please, please, Victor. Do it now." She moved beneath him, pushing her right leg against his until he rolled over it, lying in between her spread legs. Jennifer reached down and took hold of his cock, still fairly hard, and adjusted herself until she could rub the head against her wet lips. Victor looked at her in surprise when he felt how slick she was, but she was looking down between them. She took her hand away as Victor began thrusting his cock against her wet center. He moved his right hand behind her head, cradling it gently as his left arm circled behind her back. He felt her legs wrap around his waist. He was fully hard again, surrounded by his warm, living, breathing sister, surrounded by her soft, sweetly smelling skin. He stroked her hair, feeling the thick, silky strands moving between his fingers. Jennifer felt herself relax in her brother's arms. He had her. She was safe. He was doing whatever it took to protect them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his forehead drop to the bed above her shoulder, his breath warm and moist on her neck. She felt his lips on the delicate skin of her neck, kissing her tenderly. She ran her fingers through his curly blonde hair, then down his back. She felt her hips responding to her brother's thrusts, and pulled him closer to her for better leverage. The feel of him grinding against her, right on her clit, was turning her on so much she thought she might come. Of all situations for an orgasm to come easily, this was, apparently, it. His cock was hard and hot, gliding across her sex. Her breathing deepened and she felt Victor's arms tighten around her. The next time Victor pulled back, Jennifer lifted her hips a little, the head of his penis landing directly on her entrance. He froze. Everything in his biology was telling him to thrust as hard and as deep as he could, but everything else in him was telling him not to. He felt her soft, wet lips around the tip of his cock, causing a spurt of precum, the extra lubrication an invitation to slide into his sister. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Jennifer, who looked at him with uncertainty. "Hurry the fuck up, I want to come," Saul said. Joe still had his gun pointed in their general direction, but other matters had taken precedence for him, and he was also jacking his dick at the sight of them. "Go on. Do you want my help getting it in?" Saul grabbed Jennifer's ankle and pulled, spreading her leg wider, and put the blade of his knife against her inner thigh. "It's a small blade, but it'll do the job." "No!" Victor said forcefully. "No, please, take that away. I'll do it." Saul smirked and backed away, hand going back to his dick. Victor turned back to Jennifer. "I love you. I love you so much," he whispered. She smiled and cupped his cheek in her hand. "I love you, too." Victor held her gaze and began to push his hips forward. He wanted to look away, to not see his sister's face as he penetrated her, but he couldn't bring himself to abandon her searching eyes. He felt the slick lips of her pussy parting around his eight inch cock, accommodating half his length before he stopped pushing. Jennifer, hand still on his face, looked into his eyes as he pulled out and began to push in again. He couldn't deny that his sister felt incredible; tight, warm, and wonderfully wet around him. Victor pushed into her completely, his balls pressing against her ass. He couldn't keep from closing his eyes for a moment and letting out a soft groan. Embarrassed, as though his arousal wasn't already evident, he opened his eyes immediately and looked away from her, pressing his lips together as he began to pull out. "Victor, it's okay," she whispered, fingers stroking his cheek. Victor looked at her, her face full of love and compassion. Almost as instinct, he kissed her full lips, his parting slightly as their mouths met. He pulled away, again embarrassed, and then ashamed. It seemed odd, but it felt stranger to have kissed his sister on the mouth than to be fucking her. Again, he looked away from her as he began to pump into her. With gentle pressure on his cheek, Jennifer turned his face towards her. "Please, kiss me again. The closer you are, the safer I feel," she whispered. "You're the only thing keeping me calm right now. Please." Her imploring eyes broke any resolve, broke through any shame he was feeling, and he kissed her again, his thrusts becoming more forceful. She pulled him close to her, her mouth falling slightly open. He felt her tongue teasing his lips and met her tongue with his. He felt a spike in his arousal as they kissed, and his left arm moved down her back until he was grabbing her ass with one hand. She moaned into his mouth, a lovely sound, and he pushed in as hard as could, trying to be as deep as possible inside his sister. Victor had an idea that could possibly save them some further embarrassment. As they kissed, as his cock slid in and out of her with ease, he started thrusting into her faster, and faster, until he let out a deep groan and pounded into her slowly, several times, mimicking orgasm. He hadn't actually come, but was hoping his performance would be sufficient for Saul and Joe and they'd get the fuck out. He looked at Jennifer, who looked a little confused. He kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled out. His dick was painfully hard but he casually dropped his hands in his lap as he knelt between his sister's legs, hiding his erection. "Are we done? I came. Please leave. Please, leave us alone," Victor said to Saul, who was idly stroking his dick. "I want to see that pussy. I want to see the cum dripping out of that freshly fucked pussy," Saul said, stepping forward. Jennifer put her knees together and turned on her side, away from Saul. "Come on, don't be shy, sweetie. Let me see. I love a creampie. I'm about to cum. Joe's good to go. Then we'll leave." Victor felt panicked. If they looked now, there would be nothing, and Jennifer would have to expose herself a second time after he came. Before he could say anything, Jennifer silently opened her legs, knees dropping open with her feet together. Saul started to kneel on the bed to get a better look; the sight of him, filthy, horny, and hard, approaching his vulnerable sister with his cock in one hand, spurred him to action. "I didn't come. I didn't come. Here, let me finish," he said, grabbing Jennifer's knees and pulling them around his waist. Saul got off the bed. "Don't fucking lie to me again, boy. This time, you fuck her from behind like the bitch in heat that she is." Victor seethed. He could barely contain the urge to deck him, but Saul still had his knife, and Joe still had his gun. He clenched his teeth together. "Go on, honey. Get up on your knees so your brother can hit that sweet pussy from behind," Saul said, starting to stroke his dick again. Jennifer pulled her legs from around Victor's waist, and not looking at him, rolled onto her side. She got to her hands and knees. "Push her head to the mattress, bro. You can get a better angle that way." It seemed particularly degrading to Victor to force her head down, so he pretended to busy himself with rubbing the head of his cock against Jennifer's splayed pussy lips. They were still slick with her natural lubrication and some of his precum, and she felt great against his dick. He was seeing her cunt for the first time, and he couldn't help thinking how beautiful it was, soft, engorged lips parting around the head of his cock, shining with their shared juices. His gaze shifted to her asshole; he felt simultaneously disgusted with himself at his arousal at seeing the tight, pink bud, and incredibly turned on looking at his sister's hot sex. He was hoping Saul would forget his demand once the action started, but he didn't. Saul stepped to the head of the bed, grabbing Jennifer by the hair and pushing her face roughly into the mattress. She let out a cry and dropped to her elbows, her head resting on the mattress. Victor's throat tightened at the sound. He vowed to end this as quickly as possible. Jennifer felt Victor squeeze her hips with his hands, trying to comfort her. She just wanted this ordeal to be over. She saw Victor stand up one leg and felt the head of his dick at her entrance, gently pushing into her. Scraping against her g-spot. Pushing into her deeper. 'He really can get a better angle this way,' she thought ruefully. She gasped as he pushed into her fully; she could feel him touching her innermost recesses, the tip of his cock pushing against her cervix. She moaned quietly, so quiet only she could hear it. Victor groaned deeply as he sank all the way into his sister, hands clasped around her waist. He rotated his hips, his dick moving inside her. She let out a moan, despite herself, as Victor started to pull out. He could already feel his orgasm building, and focused on coming. With tunnel vision, he reached around Jennifer's waist, pressing his hand between her legs, feeling her wet center for her clit. He began rubbing her clit as he thrust into her, his other hand moving to her breast and gently squeezing her nipple. Jennifer was surprised when she felt Victor's fingers on her clit, but that was soon overshadowed by the feelings they were creating. The head of his cock stimulated her g-spot as his fingers worked slickly across her clit. She didn't want Saul and Joe to hear, but she couldn't stop from moaning. She was getting close to orgasm. "Mmm, yeah. Oh god. Oh, jesus," she whispered. Victor wasn't sure, but he thought Jennifer was crying out in pleasure. This turned him on so much he almost blew his load right then. He started pounding into her with renewed vigor, fingers still circling her clit. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck her. Fuck her really fucking good. Pump that pussy full of cum," Saul said from the side of the room, his own stroking increasing in speed. Jennifer reached between her legs, between her brother's legs, until she could feel his balls as they swung with each thrust. She was able to trail her fingertips along them as he moved. Victor collapsed forward, his chest against her back. He couldn't believe she was playing with his balls and was on the verge of orgasm. He could hear her whispers now. Forced Ch. 01 "Oh god...oh, my god. Fuck me. I'm gonna come. Don't stop. Don't stop. I'm almost there. Please, please, keep fucking me..." Her whispers trailed off as her breathing became labored and she began moaning softly. "Jennifer...Jennifer, I'm about to come. I'm sorry. I'm gonna come," Victor said, his breath hot and moist against her ear. "Oh god, I'm coming. I'm coming. Come in me, Victor. Oh Jesus, come inside me," she hissed. Her hips began bucking and he felt her cunt contracting around his cock. Hearing her say his name, hearing and feeling her come, hearing her ask him to come inside her -- he couldn't stop from coming even if his life depended on it. He grabbed her ass with both hands and thrust into her as hard as he could, groaning deeply as he felt his thick white cum start to shoot into his sister. Her hips jerked under his hands and she let out a cry, her pussy fluttering around her dick. He continued pushing into her, until she was forced flat on the bed, her legs spread obscenely around him, his dick so deep inside of her he could feel himself pressing up against her cervix again as he coated it with his sticky seed. He spurted into her, thickly, spilling his cum again, and again, shooting so many times it was almost excruciating. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder as he gently moved inside of her, a few final spurts of his hot cum flooding her pussy. Victor could feel it leaking out around his cock. He exhaled heavily as the last drops of cum loosed themselves from his dick. He felt her shivering beneath him, in time with his movements. He stayed over her, his arms wrapped around hers, cock still buried deep inside, but only for a few brief seconds until he Saul grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him off of her. "Let me see that pussy," Saul growled, cock in hand. Victor had to stop himself from protecting his sister from Saul's leer, and he hated himself for it. Saul reached out and put his hand on Jennifer's thigh. "Don't touch her," Victor said, grabbing his wrist before he could stop himself. Saul looked at him. "All right, you do it. I need this hand for jerking off anyway. Now go on, pull her ass cheeks apart." Victor looked down at his hands. He couldn't do it. He couldn't be the one to expose her like that. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jennifer do it herself. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't keep himself from looking at her pussy. Her glistening cunt was still plump and red, with a blob of cum beginning to seep out. He watched as it turned into a thick rivulet that oozed down, over her clit, and dripped onto the bed. "Oh, yeah. That's hot. Stick your finger in there and get it out," Saul demanded, his fist a blur over his cock. Jennifer reached underneath her, between her legs, and gingerly inserted her middle finger into her cunt. She hooked her finger and pulled it out, a gush of cum accompanying. "You like your brother's come in you? I bet you do. I want to see you eat it. I'm almost there. Eat his cum, and make me believe it." Victor looked away; he couldn't watch his sister being forced to eat his cum. Jennifer got to her knees and turned towards Saul, reaching between her legs with a cupped hand. She pushed her hand into her pussy, scooping out what she could and pulling her fingers through the lips of her cunt. Most had already leaked out of her, but she came away with a good amount of Victor's cum in her hand. Curiously, she realized she didn't find the idea of swallowing Victor's cum that bad, but mostly just didn't want to do it in front of Saul and Joe. She glanced and Victor and saw him looking down, ashamed and embarrassed. She reached out and took hold of his hand as she turned back to Saul, raising her hand to her mouth. Victor turned to her when she took his hand, and watched as his sister drank his cum, putting her fingers in her mouth to clean them. Her lips glistened with his cum and her saliva as she pulled her hand from her mouth and let it drop to her side. He tried not to think it, but if he was honest with himself, he'd have to admit it was sexy as hell. "You like the taste of that cum, don't you, you cum whore?" Saul grunted, voice hoarse with arousal. "You like it so much, why don't you clean your brother's dick for him. Lick it clean, slut." Victor's stomach turned. Somehow, Saul managed to degrade Jennifer to a greater degree with each passing minute, using Victor to do it, and Victor once again hated his inability to save her. "Please, don't make her do this. We've done everything you've asked. Just leave us alone," Victor pleaded, squeezing Jennifer's hand. "Shut the fuck up, boy. I ain't even come yet. And we ain't leaving until I do. So get your cum slut sister to clean off your dick," Saul said, his grip on the knife tensing. Victor stared at him, willing himself to do something, but frozen. He felt Jennifer's hand on his chest, gently pushing him back until he was sitting, legs spread as she crawled between them. He watched as she knelt over him and took his flaccid penis in her hand. It was sticky with their combined fluids. Victor swallowed thickly. Jennifer was thoroughly humiliated, the idea of Saul and Joe watching her do this more degrading than actually doing it. Resolutely, she brought her mouth to her brother's penis and took it inside, sucking on it gently, using her tongue to bathe and clean it of his cum and her lubrication. "Take it out and lick it like an ice cream cone. I want to see for myself that it's clean," Saul grunted, standing by the bed next to them, jerking his cock. Victor sat helplessly as Jennifer did as she was told. The long, slow strokes of her warm tongue up the length of his cock were starting to make him hard again. He felt his cock pulse as it grew and hardened slightly. He looked away, shame overwhelming him once more. His breath shuddered as he fought to maintain his composure. Jennifer squeezed his thigh with her free hand, then searched for his hand to hold and reassure him. She found it and grasped his fingers, stroking them with her thumb as she ran her tongue up and down his cock. "Oh, yeah. You like tasting your pussy on his dick? Clean his balls. Gargle his balls, cunt." Jennifer immediately obeyed, sensing Saul was close to coming and leaving them alone. She moved her lips down the underside of Victor's cock, maintaining her grip on it as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to his balls. Their combined essence was strongest here, smelling of sex. Feeling Victor growing harder in her hand, having her face buried in between his manhood and balls and tasting their union was making her clit throb. She was so tired, the adrenaline mostly gone, leaving her destroyed and weak in its wake; she didn't even bother to think about why she was turned on and punish herself for it. She licked every inch of his balls, using her tongue to slide against the seam between them, circling around the backside of one, and then the other in a figure eight. She gently sucked one ball into her mouth, her hand stroking her brother's fully erect cock. She felt a little precum slip from the head, onto her hand. Victor was in complete disbelief. How he managed to be aroused at all, let alone to this degree, after their night so far, was beyond his comprehension. He hated himself for it, but his sister's mouth around his balls and her hand manipulating the head of his dick was quite effective. He groaned as she twisted her fist around his sensitive head. Jennifer shifted to his other testicle, sucking it into her mouth. She couldn't deny that she was becoming very aroused. She knew Victor was, as well, and took a risk, moving back to his cock without Saul's direction. She gave it a thorough tonguing, then pulled back, pumping him in her hand. "Are you going to come? I want to taste your cum. I want you to come in my mouth," Jennifer said softly. She had a feeling that this would do it for Saul, that it was what he got off on and really wanted to see. "Come in my mouth, Victor." She lowered her head again over his dick, taking his hand and putting it on the back of her head. With her now free hand, she reached between his legs, cupping his balls. "Yeah, yeah. Face fuck that bitch and come in her mouth," Saul growled, leaning in towards them for a better view. He had a several Kleenexes in the hand that also held the knife, although it didn't look like it was in any position to pose a real threat. Saul was focused on them, and his impending orgasm. Victor groaned as she took him back in her mouth. Her words had had their desired effect on him; incredibly, he was ready to come, and began to thrust his hips slightly, unconsciously, pushing her head a little as she bobbed up and down. Her wet mouth, tongue circling his the head of his cock, full lips nursing the underside of his crown, was driving him toward the edge, toward the point of no return. Jennifer moaned around his cock, and he lost control. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, Jesus," Victor cried, pulling Jennifer down further on his cock as the first spurt of cum shot from his dick. Jennifer massaged her brother's balls gently as he started to come, keeping her mouth around his cock as his cum flooded into her mouth. The warm, salty fluid came in surges, in concert with her hand stroking his shaft, coating her tongue and mouth. Another spurt spilled onto her tongue, thick and plentiful, her tongue cushioning the head of his cock. Victor was thrusting into her mouth, his hands still gently forcing her head down. She squeezed her thighs together, her kneeling position putting pressure on her throbbing clit, and felt her insides quiver. Her mouth was filling with his cum, gushing into the back of her throat with a final thrust. Victor relaxed, exhausted, hating himself for losing control and forcing her down onto his cock as he came. He felt a dribble of cum flow into Jennifer's mouth, his dick rapidly softening. Jennifer pulled back, careful not to spill any cum as she pulled Victor's cock from her mouth. Without being told, she turned to Saul and opened her mouth, showing him all of her brother's come. His hand moved in a blur over his cock, breathing heavily and loudly through his nose. Jennifer closed her mouth, lifted her chin a little, and swallowed slowly, moaning as she felt Victor's cum slide down her throat. "Ah, fuck yeah. Eat that come," Saul growled as he started to come into the Kleenex, Jennifer opened her mouth, licking around her lips and showing him her empty mouth. She looked away as he came. "Whew. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? No harm, no foul!" Saul was saying. When she looked at him again, he had shoved his dick back into his pants, the Kleenexes nowhere to be seen. He wiped his hands on his jeans. "All right, Joe, you have everything?" "Yeah. Let's get the fuck out of here before it starts to get light out." Saul put his knife away, grabbed the crowbar, and left the room. Joe kept the gun trained on them. "Follow me. Follow us to the door. Stay in my sight." Victor grabbed Jennifer's hand, got off the bed and followed them to the door. He kept Jennifer shielded behind him. They watched as Saul and Joe left out the back door through which they had broken in. They were gone, almost like they'd never been there, save for the broken lock on the back door, and the siblings standing naked in their kitchen in the middle of the night. Victor turned to Jennifer. They stared at each other, in shock. There was so much Victor wanted to say, but he didn't know where to begin, how to tell her that he was sorry he had done what he did, sorry to have seen her forced to expose herself, sorry that she had had her brother's dick in her and his cum deep inside her. He just looked at her, brows knit in confusion. Jennifer was suddenly aware that they were together, naked, alone. She felt embarrassed by her nudity, disgusted with herself for everything she'd asked Victor to do, and ashamed of her body's response to his touch. She was afraid she'd asked him to do those things in part because it felt good. Standing naked in front of her brother, now for no reason, no one forcing them, was unbearable, and without much thought, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, to her room. Victor watched her walk away, his stomach sinking. She hated him. She was disgusted enough by what she had had to do with him, his arousal from thoughts of having sex with his own sister undoubtedly a cruel rub of salt in the wound. He thought back to when she told him she loved him. Had she meant that, even as he was penetrating her? Did she say it just to hurry along the ordeal and end it by any means necessary? Did it tear her apart to have to say it? He didn't know what to believe, whether the atrocities she had suffered under him now negated her love for him, regardless of what she had said under duress. Victor was overwhelmed. He felt bile rising in his throat and his stomach lurched. He ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time to vomit violently into the toilet. He heaved again, and once more, until there was nothing in his stomach. Weak, battered, likely concussed, he slouched against the bathtub and closed his eyes, failing to keep the tears from spilling over. Jennifer sat naked on her bed, staring at the wall. She couldn't move. She almost felt catatonic, but assumed that since that thought had entered her mind, she probably wasn't. She didn't know what to do. Take a shower? Put on clothes? Call the cops? Throw back a couple Xanax and call it a night? Her focus was broken as she heard her brother throwing up in the bathroom down the hall. Her first instinct was to go to him, but it was immediately crushed by the realization that he was throwing up because of what he had had to do with her. It was so despicable, so revulsive that it had literally made him sick. Being forced to be with her was so terrible it induced a physical response. The last thing he would want would be for her to come bursting in on him, once again forcing herself on him, if only by presence. She started to cry at this realization. It was all for nothing, she thought. He didn't die, but I lost him anyway. He's gone. He'll never want anything to do with me again. How could he? The meager reserves of strength Jennifer had left gave way, and she fell on her side on the bed, sobbing. Heaving cries wracked her slight frame, so violent she was starting to feel ill herself. She buried her face in the crook of her elbow, her grief uncontrollable and all-consuming. When she woke in the morning, her eyes were wet with fresh tears. The house was quiet, and she was alone.