****** Be Careful What You Wish For by roxxygrrl_2000 ******
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Be Careful What You Wish For


As I sometimes do on the few occasions I have free time. I allow my memories to
come flooding back. I stare blankly at the television screen in my tiny room.
Sometimes I'm allowed TV watching the nature show, and seeing the animals
trapped and tagged. My own past comes to mind, and I sadly smile as I see the
resemblance to my own life.

I take the little remaining time I have before my new owners come for me to jot
this down. I feel a twinge in the pit of my stomach at the thought of my new
owners. It's not fear really. Maybe anticipation of what is to come. The
unknown coupled with the loss of my present owners, and the love and devotion I
have grown to feel for them. The utter servitude that is my life.

It all started two years ago. Has it been that long? It seems like only
yesterday and paradoxically, a million years as well. I was a normal girl of
15. Living in what I considered a normal household. Father, mother, our
Labrador, Brooks and myself. High school, cheerleading, suburbia, the
occasional evening in my boyfriend's car. Allowing him a feel as we kissed. The
whole package.

My parents seemed to be the perfect parents, and married couple. My dad may
have been a little too docile towards my mom, but he was desperately in love
with her. I could see it clearly even then that she was his whole world.

I don't know when things changed? Maybe it had been going on for sometime? Or
maybe it just finally came to a head?

One day, without warning my mom left. I learned later. She had given herself to
another man. A man she told me in a quick phone call who gave her what she
needed. Knowing my interest in animal behavior, she put it in a context she
thought I would be able to relate to. She gave herself to an alpha male. A real
man, as she put it. She said also that she found finally her rightful place. As
the property of this man. He had unleashed her true self. Later, I really found
out what that true self was.

Weeks passed. My so-called normal life was turned upside down. My father moped
around listlessly. Part of me felt sorrow at the pain he was feeling. Another
part shame, and disgust. My mother's words rang in my ears during those
moments. She gave herself to an alpha male.

One evening, about a month after her leaving. My father and I talked about it
in detail. Before that, we had kind of tiptoed around the subject. The day she
left, my father came home early from work. He found her in their bed with this
stranger, her legs raised high, and spread wide. Obscenities spewing from her
mouth, as this man pounded her with his black cock. My father telling me this
tale with a far away look, reliving the event. Never before, he said, had he
seen my mother act like that, or heard such words from her lips. Urging the
huge black man on. To "fuck her." To, "make her his whore, slut." To, "breed
her, knock her up."

My father said he stood there unable to move. Watching the horrible scene
before him. He slumped to the floor, unable to react; watching in disbelief as
the stranger mercilessly drove his cock in his wife, as she screamed in obvious
pleasure. As the man himself yelled in orgasm pumping his black seed in her.
She looked over at the crumpled figure in the corner. Acting as if she had
known he was there all the time. I thought to myself as I listened to his story
that she probably had known.

Still unable, (or unwilling) to move. My father watched as he withdrew from her
soiled vagina. The exit making an obscene wet noise. He placed his cock to her
mouth. She cleaned the white mess from his manhood, as she kept gazing at my
father. Soft moans issuing from her.

My father told me this story, his eyes filled with horror, and misery at the
memory. I was shocked not so much by the scene my mind conjured up, but my
reaction to it. I felt the familiar twinge in my pussy, and the beginning of
wetness there. In my mind's eye, I saw my mother receiving orgasm after orgasm
as the huge black man took his pleasure from her. Her lapping at his massive
meat, cleaning their spent lust off his cock. I became light headed, and dizzy,
cupping my head in my hands. I was shocked that I was getting turned on, when I
should have been horrified!

My father misreading my reaction. Came quickly over to my side of the table.
Apologizing over and over that it was cruel and unthinking of him to tell me
these things so graphically. His weeping infuriated me then, but I kept quiet.

He walked me up to my room, and laid me on the bed. Removing my sneakers, and
socks, still apologizing. I wasn't listening. My mind still filled with the
image of the of my mothers lust. My pussy was sopping wet!

He sat next to me on the edge of the bed. Holding my hand. Like the parent,
rather than the child, I shushed him, telling him it'd be all right. I held my
arms open to him. He came into them, his head on my small breasts still
silently weeping, as I smoothed his hair, kissing his forehead. He looked up at
me, and I kissed his lips. Softly, once then again. The third time with a
little more pressure, lingering. He lay next to me holding me tight. Both of us
feel asleep that way.

Sometime during the night. He must have woken, and left. I awoke with a start.
I wasn't aware of the time, or even fully awake. I shed my blouse and skirt.
Leaving on my panties, and bra. I went to what used to be my parent's room, but
now was his alone. As I crept in. The story he'd told stole into my mind again.
I could almost see the scene of my mother and her lover before me taking place.
I quietly slipped under the covers, next to my father.

Looking back. I'm not sure if my intention then was to seduce him. Who knows? I
wasn't exactly promiscuous then. My virginity had only been given to my
boyfriend just before my mother leaving, and the act not repeated since. So I
was hardly experience in the act of sex, or seduction. The need I felt was too
hard to deny though. I know now that the fact that it was my father had nothing
to do with it. Any male body would have done.

I pressed my body next to his. He mumbled to himself, asleep. I giggled softly
to myself, wondering if he was dreaming of my mother. Reliving the incident of
her infidelity. In the back of my mind. I was slightly ashamed at my giggle,
and obvious perversion, but couldn't stop. My hand stole to his crotch. My hand
seeking the slit in his boxers to find an entrance. My fingers found the warmth
of his cock. I had never seen my father's cock, and was slightly surprised to
find him uncut. I was also a little disappointed at the size. Perhaps when he
was hard it would be better?

My fingers slowly played over his penis. Massaging the foreskin back and forth.
He began to respond. My pussy was becoming wet again, and I slipped my other
hand under the seam of my panties to my clit. I put more pressure on his cock,
as it grew in my fingers. I ducked under the covers, and placed my lips to him.
Inhaling his scent, and then his cock. My manipulation of my mouth and tongue
brought him to full hardness. I heard him utter my mother's name, sleepily, and
it gave me a perverse thrill. I took the full length of his cock in my mouth
without trouble. I wasn't an experienced cocksucker by any means, but due to
his small size, was able to take it all easily.

He finally awoke with a start. Crying out in surprise, and flinging the covers
off us. In the dim light, I looked up at him from his crotch. Then went back to
work, sucking. He shouted my name, telling me to stop, but I persisted.
Slightly biting down on the tender flesh, almost in warning. He kept moaning
for me to stop. That it wasn't right. Yet, his cock continued to remain hard,
and in reality. Could have stopped me anytime.

I was like a creature possessed. I took my mouth from his cock with a slurp,
and moved upward above him. Positioning my dripping wet pussy over his cock
lowered myself onto it with a moan. Once again. I was disappointed in his size.
Despite the fact that I was a virgin once removed. I was able to accept him
inside me easily. I began riding on him, bracing myself with my hands on his
chest. He was staring up at me in disbelief, telling me it was wrong etc. I
shushed him. Not so much to convince him otherwise, but to be able to
concentrate on the warm glowing feeling I was starting to feel build in my
pussy. I leaned back a little to be able to have access to my clit. With my
forefinger rubbing furiously on my now swollen button. I imagined myself riding
the man my mother had been fucking. His strong hands gripping and pulling on my
small tender young tities. My nipples swollen and ridged under his fingers.
Ooh! My tight wet pussy splitting wide from the massive intrusion of his
powerful black manhood.

My orgasm began to build inside me. Mounting. Dimly, I felt my father unleash
his sperm into me. Soon after, my own orgasm racked my body. I cried out.
Clawing at my father's chest as the warm wave of it rolled over me, my toes
clenching, my breath coming out ragged, and harsh.

After my orgasm had subsided. I climbed off my father. His penis had since
shrunk to its original size and fallen from my pussy. I could feel some of his
semen dripping from me as I swung my leg over and off him. Snuggling against
his chest. Sleepy.

He was weeping quietly. Lamenting out deed. Did this man ever stop?! Disgust
rose up in me again, at his weakness. I placed a finger to his lips silencing
him, when what I really wanted to do was slap his face again, and again, until
he shut up!

We continued to share a bed after that. I noticed a total change come over him
soon after. Once he got over the shame of fucking his own daughter. He
brightened, and seemed to forget about my mother entirely. Unfortunately. It
wasn't the same for me. I hadn't necessarily expected this thing he had been
doing to continue. Before I knew it. I was sharing his bed, giving my body to
him, just to keep him happy. I wasn't receiving pleasure from it hardly at all.
The only time I could orgasm was when he went down on me. Sometimes not even
then, and would have to finish myself off with my fingers. Oh God! My poor
mother endured this for over 15 years! It was almost laughable! He wasn't even
aware he was sexually inadequate. To make matters worse. He was always under
foot. Dotting over me. Demanding in his pathetic way my attention. I had become
his surrogate wife, or more likely mother. Since that was how I felt.

History repeats itself, it's true. Also, blood as they say shows. I am
definitely my mother's daughter! My father walked in one me one afternoon a guy
I had met a few days previous. A small smile comes to my face as I remember it.
Oh! My poor pitiful daddy. The anguish must have almost killed him. To
interrupt his daughter's passion with her black stud's cock wedged firmly
between her spread pussy lips. It must have been a terrible case of deja vu
seeing me like that, and on the same bed! I imagine that I was probably
screaming the same filth as my mother had also. I don't remember because I was
cumming to hard for any coherent thought or memory of what I was screaming.

I looked over at my father, but unlike my mother, ordered him from the room.
The look on his face told the tale of what was to become. If I'd have read it
then, could I have avoided what was to happen? Would I have?

I learned later the whole story. My father must have gone mad with grief at
seeing me become the same wonton slut as my mother. Taking the same road. In
his insanity, this must have made sense to him, his only course of action.

He hired several black men to rape and beat me. His thinking then was that I'd
not only realize the error of my possible future, but also, despise and fear
black men. So then staying with him, and never cheating again. Coming home late
from cheerleading practice, I quickly ran upstairs to bath, and change into
something sexy and revealing for my rendezvous with my new lover Damon. When
the arm went around my neck, and the hand clamped over my mouth. My instinct
was to fight, and flee. The fist slamming into the side of my head. Sending
bright colorful stars shooting across my vision. Quickly erased those thoughts!
I almost lost consciousness as another fist plowed into my belly. If not for
the iron arm around my neck, I would have slumped to the floor. Tears filled my
eyes as I struggled for air. Through my blurred vision, I saw a huge figure
before me. Leering evilly through the hose over his face at me. The man ripped
my cheerleading top off my body with one powerful tear. Next my bright orange
skirt hit the floor, torn from my body. My panties and bra next went easily,
almost as an after thought.

The man holding me from behind released me. I sagged to my knees. A slap to the
face sent me sprawling. I was yanked up hard by my blond ponytail. I started to
cry out. The man standing before me rammed his black cock rudely in my open
mouth. He ordered me to suck as I gagged on his meat in my throat, tears
filling my eyes again. When I didn't comply. He snarled, picking me up off my
feet by the throat. My legs kicking frantically. His powerful hand cutting off
my air. He repeatedly slapped me with his free hand. Back and forth, over and
over. The blows ringing loudly in my ears. My sight dimmed as my oxygen supply
weakened. The feel, and sound of the blows coming from far away. Before I
passed out, he released me. From miles away. I heard his cruel voice ask if I
was ready now to suck?

I was lifted up to my knees again by my ponytail, supported that way, since I
couldn't support my weight yet. Defeated, beaten, and bleeding. I meekly opened
my mouth. His cock or someone's cock pushed brutally past my mashed lips,
forcing my mouth open painfully wide. Sucking wasn't an option then. Hands
gripped the sides of my head as the man raped my mouth with his fat cock.
Heedless of my retching and gagging, he continued driving the black meat deeply
in and out of my mouth, and throat. Laughter erupted from him as I attempted to
swallow the river of sperm gushing from his cock. Sputtering, and coughing,
semen even coming out of my nose as torrent after torrent shot into my mouth. I
slumped to the floor again as I was released. Gagging up semen, strings of
spunk and saliva hanging from my lips, chin, and nostrils. With no warning, I
was thrown onto my bed stomach first. Rough hands spread my legs. Two fingers
shoved violently in my dry pussy, then a third. I heard the man mutter I was
dry as dirt. He removed his hand and spat on my pussy, once, twice. Then
resumed ramming his fingers inside me. Three large fingers cruelly searching,
twisting inside me. The pain was bad, but I tried to relax my pussy a little,
fighting back the reflex to tighten. A fourth finger, and I felt his fist
suddenly attempting to enter me. I screamed! More from the anticipation of
pain, than any I was feeling yet. A heavy blow landed against the side of my
head again. This one sent more stars shooting through my head, and this time I
did lose hold of consciousness.

The unbelievable pain, and the sensation my inside were being torn to ribbons,
brought me back. Like a sledgehammer. His fist was ramming in and out of my
torn pussy. I was sickened by the thought that came unbidden to my mind. I was
taking his whole fist, and I was almost proud of the fact!

He finally removed his arm from me with a sucking sound. I moaned aloud.
Perversely from the loss, the empty feeling, not from relief. I felt his
cockhead brushing against my labia. The salt from his pre-cum burning in the
open tears of my flesh. He pushed in me, but met no resistance. At that point I
was still gaping open. I could literally feel my pussy wide open, my almost
hanging flabbily downward from the intense stretching.

He mumbled it was too loose. I felt his cock pushing against my anal opening.
My eyes flew open. I had never done it there! Without warning. His massive cock
drove to the hilt in my ass. The thrust of his manhood was powerful and
unrelenting. I could feel my anal walls ripping as he plowed into me. It seemed
to go on forever. His length never ending. Another cock being pushed into my
mouth muffled my howls of pain. Was it the same one as before? I knew it
wasn't. I knew there must be three.

The violent rape of my ass continued. How long had it been going on, I didn't
know? I realized suddenly that I was sucking the cock in my mouth. He wasn't
just using it as an open hole, like his partner before him. Was I doing it only
because I knew I had no other choice? Maybe, yet that wouldn't explain me
meeting the thrusts of the man fucking my ass, would it? I felt him release his
balls into my ravaged behind. The salt from his cum burned horribly in my cuts!
Then the humiliation. My orgasm betrayed me! I felt it hit without warning as
the pain from his sperm in my wounds sent me over the edge. I gurgled and
slobbered around the cock in my mouth, shuddering through my orgasm.

My pussy had retracted some from the fisting. The man who I'd been sucking
placed himself behind me and entered my pussy roughly, pulling and twisting my
ponytail. I groaned as his thrusting reopened some tears in my pussy. His salty
hot semen had the same effect there as it had in my ass, causing me to cum
again. Heaven!

Perhaps I was enjoying the experience too much in their eyes. I was dragged off
the bed feet first. My face smashing into the carpet. I was kicked several
times in the stomach and side. Not seriously enough to cause real damage I was
sure, but driving the wind out of me regardless. I was slapped several more
times, splitting my lip again. Being called humiliating names during the
beating. The ultimate degradation when I came again under their blows and
humiliating words. Not to mention, my orgasms didn't go unnoticed by them.

On all fours then. They began taking turns on my ass, pussy, and mouth. I had
been ordered to beg for it and urge their rape of me on. I did so, and it
wasn't faked. Then the ultimate shock! I saw for the first time. A figure over
in the far corner of my bedroom. My father! He was standing, watching the whole
scene. Crying silently, while he watched his daughters rape and beating. He had
his dick out and was masturbating. I could see he must have cum once, and was
still violently jerking himself off, tears streaming down his cheeks. When my
eyes locked with his, he let out a small animal like whimper, and looked away.
He continued jerking himself off. A short time later, looking back, I saw his
eyes were riveted on the scene once again.

Eventually. The men finished their assault on my used, beaten, scum filled and
covered body. AS they began to file out. I crawled after them, like a whipped
and beaten mongrel after his master. Begging for them to take me with them.
Stopping and looking at my naked abused form lying on the floor. They discussed
me like a piece of meat, which is what I was to them. Finally they agreed, and
drug me behind them to the front door downstairs. The last vision of my father
was his body almost in a fetal position on the floor. Still masturbating, and
whimpering soullessly.

That was two years ago. I'm 17 now, and much changed. No, that's not right. Not
changed. Just evolved. I became the property of those men for awhile until they
tired of me and sold me, like I'm awaiting sale again now. Many tortures, and
humiliating and degrading acts, I've been forced to endure for my owners these
two years. The life I lead as their property isn't one of comfort. Yet it is
pleasure. My pleasure in pleasing them and giving what they demand, and more.
Pain is my drink, humiliation, and subjection, my meat. If it's their desire
for me to prostitute, I do. Serve as their toilet, gladly. Amuse them and their
guests with a show involving me and various animals, of course. Or just
something to hurt, yes! Any and all of those and more is my duty and desire.

Strangely, I had a small reunion with my mother. She was brought over by
another owner to a party given by mine. It gave us both great pleasures to see
that we had both found our true place, and were able to watch as each other
performed our duties. I never saw her after that, but learned through the
grapevine she had made the ultimate sacrifice to her owner for his amusement. I
look forward to that one day as well.

I hear the approaching steps of my new owner coming to claim me. I pray he is
as cruel as the ones before him.

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