Message-ID: <52445asstr$1131700201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY105-F1336C171253DACBC06950FDD660@phx.gbl> X-Originating-Email: [kellipaine1979@hotmail.com] From: "kelli paine" <kellipaine1979@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 Nov 2005 19:48:35.0419 (UTC) FILETIME=[BCBB9AB0:01C5E62F] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2005 14:48:35 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Helen Makes Some Money Lines: 1167 Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 04:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52445> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Here is a new story called "Helen Makes Some Money" -- I hope you like it! Love, Kelli _________________________________________________________________ On the road to retirement? Check out MSN Life Events for advice on how to get there! http://lifeevents.msn.com/category.aspx?cid=Retirement <1st attachment, "HelenMakesSomeMoney.txt" begin> WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that could be highly offensive to almost every reader. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW. Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it stimulating. HELEN MAKES SOME MONEY By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com) Codes: mF Mg bg nc incest rape torture murder INTRODUCTION: Helen Turns Some Tricks Helen grunted in pain as her john gave her a hard thrust. She quickly hid her discomfort by moaning loudly, pretending she loved what this bastard was doing to her, trying to ignore the foul smell of his body between her legs. It was her 17th trick of the night, and she was tired of pretending she liked it when some asshole stuck his dick in her pussy and started screwing her like she was a piece of meat. She knew the best way to hurry him along, and she moaned again as she licked his ear and kissed his neck. "Ohhhh god yes... fuck me hard... your cock is so big..." The john gave her another hard thrust and ejaculated in her vagina, grunting with satisfaction as he filled her pussy with thick ropey sperm. The john stood up and zipped up his pants and left the bedroom. He looked at Helen as he left, grinning wolfishly, and she just looked back at him. She had six more johns waiting to take their turns with her, and she had a bad headache and her pussy was raw and sore, but she knew she couldn't stop now because she needed the money. She called out, "OK!" and the next trick came into the room, smelling even worse than the last asshole. She could smell him from across the room, and when he got close to her, it was overpowering. He was filthy, with a heavy beard and dirty clothes, but she spread her legs and tried to smile as he unzipped his pants and lay down on top of her. Up close, his smell made her eyes water, and she thought she was going to vomit, but she took a breath through her mouth and it passed. The john had a thick cock, and it hurt when he forced it up Helen's snatch, but she was silent as he started screwing her like a pig. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around her fucker, hoping he would cum fast and leave her alone. CHAPTER 1: Helen's Financial Dilemma Helen was desperate for money. She had a good job as a computer programmer at the Washington Post, and she had a nice townhome in Manassas, a Washington suburb located in northern Virginia. But she wanted to quit her job and open a bed-and-breakfast in rural Maryland or Pennsylvania, and she just didn't have enough savings to do that. It seemed that every time she got some money saved, she had to spend it on her kids, for clothes or shoes or doctors or dentists. She had two daughters -- Dara was 17 and Laurel was 15 -- and a son, Dillon, who was 13. Helen wanted enough money to buy an inn and quit her job, but she was getting nowhere. CHAPTER 2: Helen Becomes a Prostitute She finally realized that there was only one way she could think of to make a lot of money in a fairly short time -- sex. She was 34, and she still looked pretty good for a woman in her 30s. A lot of men had told her that she looked a little slutty, and now she thought maybe she should put that to good use. She had brown hair that usually looked stringy, and her body was a little chunky around the middle. Her breasts were not very big, and she had stretch marks on them, and on her stomach, from having three children. Her tits were mismatched, and some men had told her that was a turn-on for them. Her left breast was a little saggy but nicely shaped, like a tube filled with butter, with a long nipple that stuck out when she got aroused. Her right breast was smaller by one cup size, which made it hard to find a bra that fitted, and it was not as well shaped -- but the nipple was much wider and stubbier, and it had a deep cleft across the middle that almost split it in two horizontally, so it looked like an open mouth with two lips sticking out. Her areolas were large, for such small tits, and they got all bumpy when she was aroused. So Helen bought herself some slutty clothes -- skimpy tops and microskirts that showed her tits and her pussy, and ankle strap pumps with 5-inch heels -- and she started turning tricks on the streets in DC, not far from the Post building. She told her kids she had to work late, and changed into her slut clothes in an alley. She worked a block on 15th Street that hadn't been taken over by the whores already working the street, and spent most of her time in the doorway of an office building that was closed for the night, on her knees, giving blowjobs to johns that propositioned her. A few of her tricks wanted to screw her, and she just pulled up her skirt and spread her legs, and they fucked her standing up. If the john wanted to do her in the ass, she turned around and leaned against the door of the building and spread her ass cheeks apart so the john could work his cock into her asshole. Helen made all her tricks use condoms, and they always left the condoms with her -- but she didn't throw them away. She carefully put them in her purse, and took them home, and before she took a shower, she opened each condom and swallowed the sperm inside, stretching out the condom and working the semen down until it oozed out into her mouth. She had an orgasm every time she did this, because she was really nothing but a slutty little whore, and whores like to do dirty things like that. Sometimes she held the jism in her mouth until she had two or three loads on her tongue, and then she swallowed it all, her body quivering from one orgasm after another. She turned tricks on the street for several months, but she had some bad experiences, like when a john made her take off her top and her skirt and shoved her out of the doorway onto the sidewalk. Passing cars could see her standing there completely naked, but the john kept pushing her back out there every time she tried to hide in the doorway. He finally tossed her clothes to her and left, but Helen decided she needed a better place to turn tricks. She found a cheap motel just outside Manassas, not far from her townhome, and she began staying there for a few hours on her way home from the Post every night. On weekends she spent all day in the motel room, laying on her back while johns lined up to screw her. Manassas was an upscale community, so there were no prostitutes to be found on the streets, and that meant Helen got a lot of business from men that wanted something they couldn't get from their wives or girlfriends. She soon realized that she could make more money if she did things that men liked, but most girls don't -- dirty things that most men would enjoy doing to a woman if they could find one that would let them. Helen let them, and soon she was making a lot more money -- but her body was paying the price. Some johns liked to chew on her nipples while they screwed her, and she got some deep bites on her breasts that took some time to heal. She let a john screw her in the ass, and her anal ring got torn. She licked a john's asshole, forcing her face up between his ass cheeks while she was on her knees behind him with her arms around his hips, hugging him while she buried her face in his ass. He wanted her to suck on his anus, and she wrapped her lips around it and licked it and sucked hard, and finally some shit came out and plopped into her open mouth. She swallowed it reflexively -- and then she kept sucking, using her tongue on his anus while she moved her hands to his balls, rubbing them gently while he masturbated himself. She was moaning like the sluttiest little whore, saying "I love you" with her mouth up against his asshole, sticking her tongue deep into his anus, begging for more of his shit. His cock throbbed heavily, and he turned around and shoved it past Helen's shit-stained lips and held her by her ears and fucked her face until he exploded in her mouth. He gave her a big tip, and told her she was a great little cocksucker -- but the feces she swallowed gave her an intestinal infection that took a month to cure. She let a john insert objects in her vagina, starting with a bottle and quickly progressing to bigger and more damaging objects. She asked him to stop when he picked up a 16-inch dildo covered with plastic spikes, but he just laughed. He raped her with the dildo, and the walls of her cunt got torn and started bleeding. He left the dildo inside her while he stood over her and masturbated on her face, and when he pulled it out, Helen's vagina was damaged even more by the spikes. She was in the hospital for two months, and it still hurts every time she gets penetrated in her pussy. CHAPTER 3: Helen Makes a Plan Helen decided she couldn't keep earning money this way. She was afraid her body was going to be permanently damaged by some john, and she realized there was a better way to earn money with sex -- by using her children. Dara and Laurel were beautiful girls, and Dillon was a handsome young man -- and Helen knew there were men who would pay a lot of money to see underage kids performing sex acts. Some of her johns had told her about sex shows where pedophiles had girls and boys as young as ten years old performing sex acts in front of a roomful of men. She knew Dara was near the limit of the age bracket, but all three of her kids were still underage, and she knew that was the only important thing for that type of man. She asked around, and found a pedophile group that staged sex shows all over Virginia, Maryland, and DC. They had a website that looked like a gardening site, and several clicks on certain positions on the screen were required to enter the hidden section on pedophilia. She emailed a picture of her kids to their website, and immediately got a reply saying they were very interested. They said they would pay $3,000 for a two-hour show where she and her kids would perform sex acts in front of an audience, and they had shows running every night of the week in several locations. But Helen's attention was captured by the last paragraph of their email -- they said they would pay $10,000 for a special one-time sex show where her daughters lost their virginity while the audience watched. Helen was elated -- all that money just to have sex! She had been happy to make $500 on a good night at the motel, turning 15 or 20 tricks and getting hurt in the process. And since Dara and Laurel were still virgins, there was another $10,000 right there! Helen was smiling as she emailed a reply, telling them to start setting up the shows. CHAPTER 4: Helen Tells the Kids The next night, Helen got her children together and told them some of what was going on. She didn't mention that she was a prostitute who wanted a lot of money so she could open an inn -- she just said the family needed money for expenses, and maybe they could move to the country. All the kids were anxious to help, but Helen left things vague as to exactly what they would be doing. She told them they would be going to some meetings, and the first meeting would be that weekend up in Maryland. The kids thought they were going on a field trip, like in school. CHAPTER 5: Helen and her Children Helen had been raising her kids for 17 years, and she put on a good show of loving them and taking care of them -- but actually she didn't have any strong feelings for her children. All three of them had been the results of rapes, and she had felt dirty and soiled all the time she was carrying them inside her. Her former husband, Peter, had divorced her because she wanted to pursue her career, and didn't want to have children when he did. Then, a month after the divorce was final, he showed up at her townhome and said he wanted to talk. As soon as he was inside the house, he slapped her so hard that he knocked her down. Then he dragged her to her bed, with her lip bleeding, and told her to strip. Helen was crying, from anger and humiliation, as she took off her clothes. When she was naked, he told her to take out her diaphragm -- and Helen realized what was happening. Peter had decided to force her to have a baby, to punish her for refusing him while they were married. She knew that he was aware of her feelings about abortion, that it was wrong for any reason, and he knew she would never get rid of a child if she became pregnant -- and he knew her menstrual cycle, so he knew she was ovulating now, and he knew there was a good chance she would get pregnant if she had sex. So he got on top of her and forced her legs apart and raped her in her own bed. As soon as he left, Helen went into her bathroom to douche, to cleanse herself of the scum he had deposited inside her -- but then she realized that douching would kill a baby as surely as an abortion. So she just washed her face and went to bed. She didn't report the rape because she was ashamed of herself, and she didn't think any action would be taken against Peter. Nine months later, Dara was born, and Helen went back to work three months after that. A year later, Peter showed up again at Helen's townhome, this time coming up behind her as she was carrying in some groceries from the car, and he overpowered her and forced her inside her house. He told her it was time for her to have another baby, and Helen tried to hit him, but he was too strong for her. She started crying, and begged him not to do anything to her, but he just laughed and told her to take off her clothes. She stripped, and he told her to remove her diaphragm. After she did that, she tried again to hit him -- so he tied her wrists behind her with her thong, and he raped her while she lay on her back in her own bed. Once again he had calculated Helen's menstrual cycle correctly, and she got pregnant, and nine months later Laurel was born. Helen thought she was finally through with Peter, and went about taking care of her two daughters with the help of a nanny and a daycare center, so she could keep working. More than a year passed, and then one day Helen was walking to her car after work when Peter stepped out from behind a parked car. They were in an underground garage, and there was no one else around as Peter grabbed Helen's arm and forced her over to her car. This time he made her strip standing up, right there in the garage where anybody passing by would see her -- but no one passed by. Several cars drove by, but they didn't see her standing naked between the two parked cars. Peter forced her legs apart and started raping her standing up, then lifted her and leaned her back across the trunk of her car and finished raping her there. When he was done, he made her lift her legs and stay there for half an hour, so his sperm would flow deep into her vagina and get her pregnant. When he left, he took Helen's clothes, and she had to drive home naked, covering her breasts with her arm every time she stopped at a traffic light. She got pregnant again, and Dillon was born nine months later. So her three children were spaced two years apart, and now Dara was 17, Laurel was 15, and Dillon was 13. CHAPTER 6: A Trip to Maryland Helen bundled everybody into her SUV late on Saturday afternoon and headed for the Beltway around Washington, then north on I-270 into Maryland until she got to Frederick, a town about an hour north of Washington. She drove through the historic section of the old city, and finally found an old warehouse at the address she had been given. It was 8 PM when she knocked on the door, and a man checked her ID and asked for the password she had been sent in the email, then told her to come in. Helen and her children stepped into the large dark building, which had a concrete floor and metal walls. The ceiling was about 20 feet high, and there were lights in rows on the ceiling that illuminated the room. There were about 50 folding chairs set in two curved rows, facing a stage that was about three feet high. The stage was square, about 15 feet on each side, and had two sets of steps that led up to it. There was a small room in the corner, sectioned off from the large room. The man told Helen that his name was Patrick, and told her to take the children into the small room and get them ready. Inside she found a small bathroom and some benches and lockers. She told her kids to take off their clothes -- and they all stared at her like she had lost her mind. Helen knew she had to get the kids to cooperate, or she wouldn't get paid for the show -- they were the main attraction. She could hear the sounds of men coming into the large room, and she knew what they wanted to see -- underage children having sex -- and she knew they might get very unpleasant, or even violent, if she tried to back out. It would have been hard for her if she had loved her kids, but she could never forget how she came to have them -- three rapes, with two years between them to lull her into thinking it was over. She would never stop hating Peter, and this seemed like a good way to get back at him -- make his children perform in a sex show with a lot of men watching. So she told the kids what was happening -- that this was a sex show, and there were men out there who came to watch them, and the men were paying a lot of money, so the kids had to put on a show for them. Dara and Laurel were more upset than Dillon, because they were both virgins -- which Dillon was also, but a boy's virginity isn't nearly as important to him as a girl's is to her. The two girls had looked forward to having sex with their boyfriends or husbands, and it was hard to accept the fact that it was going to happen tonight, here and now. Helen gave them a few minutes to get used to the idea, then told them to take off their clothes. When all three kids were naked, she told her daughters to put on the items she had laid out on the bench. There were bras for the girls, and they were very skimpy -- just two small pieces of lace with some thin straps to hold them up. The lace barely covered the girls' nipples, but they put them on anyway. There were g-strings also, but they were even smaller than a g-string that a stripper wears -- these were just two thin strips of velvet, one to go around the waist and another running down between the legs to connect to the waistband in back. When Laurel put on her g-string, she positioned the strip to cover her slit -- but when she pulled it up, it slipped between her pussy lips and disappeared inside her cunt. The strip rode up into her ass crack, and emerged at the top to connect to the strip of velvet around her waist. So she was wearing a tiny strip of velvet around her waist, and another strip that disappeared into her slit and came out at the top of her ass cheeks -- and did nothing at all to hide her body. Dara put on her g-string, and it fitted the same as Laurel's did -- so her pussy and her ass were completely exposed. Helen opened another locker and handed each girl a pair of red ankle strap pumps with 5-inch heels, and took a pair for herself. After the girls had buckled the ankle straps, Helen slipped small padlocks through metal loops on the straps and clicked them closed, locking the shoes on their feet, then did the same with her own shoes. She had been told that the men didn't want her or the girls to be able to take off their slut shoes without permission. Dillon had only one item to wear -- a circular band of thick elastic, with straps to hold it around his waist. He slipped the elastic band over his penis and his balls, and pulled the straps up and buckled them around his waist -- and smiled as the elastic gripped the base of his penis. Dillon had a large cock for such a young boy -- ten inches when it was erect -- and the elastic band trapped blood in the organ as he got hard, and maintained his erection. It felt good, and he was grinning as his sisters looked at him and blushed. He looked at their breasts hanging out, and he could see their nipples stiffen as they looked at him, and his cock throbbed heavily and got a little harder. Helen took Dara and Laurel to one corner of the room and whispered some instructions to them, for what was coming later. Then she did the same with Dillon. When she was finished, he had a huge smile on his face. CHAPTER 7: The Sex Show Begins There was a knock on the door, and Patrick said it was time. Helen told her kids she would be with them during the show, and would tell them what to do. She quickly took off her own clothes and put on her outfit -- she wore a tiny g-string like her daughters, but instead of a bra, she put two thick elastic bands around her chest, above and below her breasts, making her tits stick out lewdly. Her breasts were completely exposed, and the elastic bands made them look bigger and fuller. Helen opened the door and told her kids to go ahead into the large room, and she followed them and closed the door. Every chair in front of the stage was occupied by men talking and laughing -- but the room fell silent when the children entered. Helen motioned to Dara to lead them up the steps to the stage, and Helen followed at the end of the line. The stage was brightly lit, and Dara walked across to the far side, with Laurel and Dillon behind her. Helen was the last one in the line, and her tits bounced and jiggled as she climbed up the steps. She stood there with her children, looking at the men, seeing a lot of sweaty faces and hungry looks. Helen had been given a list of the sex acts the men wanted to see, and the first one was Dara and Laurel sucking Dillon's cock while Helen licked his ass. She whispered to the girls what to do, and they got down on their knees in front of Dillon. Helen stood behind her son and got down on her knees. She used both hands to open his ass cheeks, then buried her face between them. Dillon gasped and closed his eyes as he felt her tongue on his asshole, and his cock stiffened. Dara took it in her mouth, and Laurel snuggled in against her brother's legs and started to kiss his balls. The elastic band made his cock and balls stick out, and his cock was fully erect as soon as Dara took it in her mouth. After a few minutes, the two girls switched, and Laurel sucked Dillon's cock while Dara licked and kissed his balls. The men in the audience watched in total silence, most of them rubbing their cocks slowly. The only sounds were the slurping noises the girls made while they sucked, and the sounds Helen made as she licked her son's asshole. She forced her tongue into Dillon's anus, and he sighed loudly, and his cock throbbed heavily in Laurel's mouth. She looked up at him with her eyes wide. She had never had a boy's penis in her mouth, and Dillon's big dick almost made her gag. She had her hands flat on the floor in front of her, as Dara did. While they were taking off their clothes, Helen had explained to them the proper position for sucking a cock, touching it only with their mouths, and the girls wanted to do a good job. They kept switching back and forth between sucking his cock and licking his balls, and Dillon was loving every minute of it. Patrick was standing at one corner of the stage, and he said, "Fart in her face." He was talking to Dillon, but the boy didn't realize what he said. Patrick repeated his command, and Dillon blushed. It was so dirty, he just couldn't do it. But then his mom spoke, her mouth buried between his ass cheeks. "Do it, Dillon." She pressed her face closer, right up against his anus, and Dillon strained for a minute, then let out a large noisy fart. Helen gasped as she inhaled the musky odor from her son's ass, then she went back to sucking on his asshole. Dillon farted two more times in the next few minutes, and Helen obediently kept her face buried in his ass and inhaled his farts both times. The men wanted to see the boy use his cock on the girls. They knew both of his sisters were virgins, and they had paid a lot of extra money to see the little sluts get deflowered -- by their own brother. His cock was throbbing as the girls took turns sucking it, and it was time for him to stick it in a cunt. A chant started up in the audience: "Fuck them, fuck them..." Helen pulled her face out of Dillon's ass and stood up. Two men brought a low platform up on the stage and set it down at the front edge, nearest the audience. It was ten feet long and three feet wide, and Helen told Dara and Laurel to get on their hands and knees on the platform, facing the audience, shoulder to shoulder, so the men could see their faces. The girls obeyed, and Helen motioned to Dillon to stand behind his sisters. The platform was just the right height, positioning the girls' pussies where Dillon could penetrate them from behind, standing up. His cock was hugely erect, glistening with saliva from his sisters' mouths, and he needed to fuck a girl. Patrick came over in front of the girls and cuffed both of them to metal rings set in the platform. He grinned at Dillon and said, "Just so they don't get away while you're having fun." CHAPTER 8: Dara Loses Her Virginity When she spoke to Dillon in the changing room, Helen had told him to fuck Dara first. Helen knew that Laurel was prettier than Dara, who looked like a frumpy schoolteacher, and Helen wanted to save Laurel's deflowering for later in the show. Dillon stood behind Dara and ran the tip of his cock along her slit, making her shiver. Her head was up, and her eyes were staring out across the room as the men watched her intently. She could see that almost every one of them was masturbating, looking at her breasts hanging out, and she blushed deeply. She loved the feeling of a cock against her slit. She had never had a boyfriend because she wasn't very pretty and she wore ugly glasses. She could feel her pussy getting wet as Dillon teased her with his dick. She smiled a little, and spread her legs a little more so he could get at her. Her face was flushed with excitement as she waited to be mounted. Dillon held his sister's hips with both hands and inserted the tip of his cock in her slit. Dara's body jerked like she had been shocked with electricity, and Dillon worked the head of his cock into her pussy slowly. He felt the pressure of her hymen closing off the entrance to her vagina, and his mom had told him he would have to force his cock inside her. He held her firmly in place and thrust his hips forward, but still couldn't get inside her. His erection was throbbing heavily -- he really needed to fuck her -- so he thrust again, hard, and his cock broke her hymen and slid into her tight little vagina. Dara gasped in pain as she lost her virginity, and a little blood trickled out of her cunt and dribbled down her thighs. The men in the audience applauded and cheered, and Dara tried to smile, but the pain was tremendous. Dillon was thrusting into her again and again, the full length of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and it was like a knife being thrust into her. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she cried quietly as she got fucked. Dillon was loving this -- the first girl he had ever screwed! Dara's pussy was tight and wet, and his cock felt very long, like it might come out of her mouth every time he thrust into her. She was making little noises with every thrust, a whimpering sound that made his cock stiffen every time she did it. He grinned and rode her hard, pistoning his hips roughly, enjoying the little grunts of pain she made when his erection hurt her. Laurel had her head turned so she could look at her sister's face, and sometimes she twisted her neck around and looked up at Dillon and smiled a little, like she couldn't wait for him to make love to her. Dillon grinned some more, and gave Dara some fast thrusts. He slapped her ass, like he was whipping a horse he was riding, and Dara's squeals made his cock throb heavily. Helen had told Dillon not to cum before he had fucked both of his sisters. This was very important to the men watching -- they wanted to see both girls deflowered. Dillon had been masturbating for about a year, and he was able to control his ejaculation so he didn't cum too soon in Dara's cunt. But he knew he was getting close, so he gave Dara a few more thrusts, then pulled out of her pussy. She had her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath -- in spite of the pain, she loved being fucked, and she hoped Dillon wasn't through with her. She turned her head and opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at her brother. His erection looked so big to her, and it was glistening with the juices from her pussy. She wanted him to put it back inside her, but he was moving over behind Laurel, getting ready to make love to her. CHAPTER 9: Helen Loses Control Laurel could feel her pussy creaming between her legs. She got so hot while Dillon was fucking Dara, she thought she would just melt! It felt like her pussy was on fire, and she could feel the hot juice running down her thighs as she waited. She looked at the men in the audience while Dara was getting fucked, and the looks on their faces scared her, and she was glad that Dillon was the one that would be making love to her. She had seen his penis at home when he was taking a shower, and she wanted to touch it, but she was too shy. She had had boyfriends, but none of them had ever touched her between her legs. But the men had already seen a girl deflowered by getting fucked -- now they wanted something more exciting. Patrick stepped over to Dillon and handed him a large dildo, 16 inches long and two inches wide, with a handle on the base. The dildo was covered with plastic spikes. Patrick told Dillon to use it to deflower Laurel. Helen quickly came over to them to stop Dillon. She had not been told about anything like this when she was setting up the sex show, and she knew the dildo would hurt Laurel if it was forced up inside her. But suddenly Patrick punched Helen in her stomach, and she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Patrick got her nipples between the fingers of both hands and lifted her by her breasts, forcing her to scramble to her feet as he yanked on her tits. He walked her around to the side of the platform, where the audience could see her better. He turned her to face the men watching, then continued to hold her nipples between his fingers, lifting her so she had to stand on her toes to try to ease the pain in her breasts. "You and these other little whores are going to do what we tell you, aren't you, Mom?" He pinched hard, and Helen yelped in pain as her nipples burned with pain. Tears of anger and frustration were running down her cheeks. Patrick released her, and shoved her back down on her knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants. "Suck my cock, bitch... if you do a good job, maybe we'll go easy on your kids." Helen's face reddened with embarrassment. Her son was standing right there, and her daughters were both watching her, and she died a little inside as she took the penis in her mouth. She closed her eyes and started sucking, using her tongue to bring it to full erection. She was leaning forward with her hands flat on the floor in front of her, and her breasts were dangling and bouncing as she sucked the cock. Patrick held her by her ears and thrust into her mouth, making her gag and cough as he probed for the back of her throat. Helen gave him a good blowjob, and when he was ready to cum, he pulled out of her mouth and dumped his load on her face, rubbing his cock and squeezing every drop of warm semen onto her face. When he was done, he told her to leave the jism on her face, and to stay there on her knees where her kids could see her. To keep Helen from interfering with the rest of the show, Patrick leaned down and cuffed her hands to metal rings set in the stage in front of her, so she couldn't get up. CHAPTER 10: Laurel Loses Her Virginity Patrick once again handed the plastic cock to Dillon and told him to use it to deflower Laurel. But the audience needed a clearer view of Laurel's pussy, so Patrick unfastened Laurel's cuffs and told her to stand up. She got off the platform and stood there, and he led her around in front of it, so she was between Dara and the audience, with Helen still on her knees off to the side, cuffed to the metal rings in the stage. He told Laurel to turn toward her mom, so the men could see her pussy and her face at the same time. He motioned Dillon to come over, carrying the big dildo, and then he shoved Laurel's shoulders down, bending her at the waist, and told her to put her hands on her ankles. He forced her legs apart, and she teetered in her high heels -- she wasn't used to them, and she was having trouble keeping her balance because the heels were so high. Her ankles were bent painfully as she stood there with her legs wide apart. Patrick told the girl to raise her head and look at her mother. He wanted Helen to see every moment of her daughter's deflowering on her face, and he wanted Laurel to know that her mother was watching what was happening to her, and doing nothing to stop it. Laurel raised her head a little, and Patrick slapped her round little ass and told her to raise her head more. Then he told Dillon to go ahead and have some fun with his sister. Dillon was reluctant to use the plastic cock on Laurel -- it looked like a torture instrument from a movie, and he knew it was going to hurt her. But as he stood there looking at his sister's slim body and long legs and cute little titties, his cock stiffened and throbbed heavily. The elastic band around the base of his cock and his balls trapped the blood and kept his erection strong, and it felt like his cock was 12 inches long. His face flushed a deep red as he saw his mom glaring at him, and he could see Dara looking at him the same way. They were disgusted that he was enjoying this, and they knew he was enjoying it because his cock was sticking out like the limb of a tree. Dillon like both of his sisters -- but he was a boy, and boys get excited when they're around girls, especially if the girls are naked. He knew he wasn't supposed to look at his sisters "that way" -- but he couldn't stop his penis from getting hard. It got even harder when he looked at his mom -- her titties were bigger than Dara's and Laurel's and they hung down in a way that excited him. They looked like tubes filled with warm butter, and he wanted to put his mouth on her nipples and suck them like when he was a baby. He knew that was "wrong" -- but it still made his cock burn like it was on fire. Here he was, standing behind Laurel, looking at her smooth little slit totally exposed between her legs, knowing he would be the first boy to penetrate her -- and he just couldn't stop himself. He aimed the head of the dildo at Laurel's cunt, and moved it until it started to slide between her pussy lips. She gasped, and then the dildo touched her hymen and stopped moving. Dillon pushed a little harder, making his sister whimper, but it wouldn't move. He poked it a little harder, and Laurel made a noise, but it still wouldn't go in. So Dillon held the handle of the dildo in both hands and shoved hard, and the plastic cock tore Laurel's hymen and entered her vagina. She yelped in pain, and some blood trickled down her pale white thighs as Dillon worked it deeper inside her. Laurel was staring at her mom, her eyes wide with pain and fear, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized she had just lost her virginity. Helen started crying too, watching her daughter being deflowered this way. It was the worst moment of her life, and she knew Laurel would never forgive her. She felt so dirty, on her knees with Patrick's warm cum dripping off her cheeks onto her breasts. Dillon was shoving the dildo deeper into Laurel's twat, and finally the head got deep enough inside her that the shaft started to enter her vagina. The dildo was covered with plastic spikes, but they started below the head, and so far none of the spikes had penetrated Laurel's cunt. Now the first few spikes entered her twat and raked along the walls of her vagina -- and Laurel screamed in pain. Her whole body spasmed, and the knuckles on her hands gripping her ankles turned white with strain. She started to stand up, but the sharp pain in her cunt made her stay where she was. She looked up at her brother. "It hurts, Dillon... please stop now... it hurts..." Laurel's eyes filled with tears as she stared up at Dillon's face, pleading with him. But Dillon was experiencing an odd feeling -- when his sister screamed, his penis got harder, and when she asked him to stop hurting her, it got even harder. He pushed the dildo a little deeper into her pussy, and she gasped in pain -- and Dillon liked it. Listening to Laurel begging, and hearing the sounds she made when she was in pain, were exciting to him. His cock was throbbing heavily, and he had never felt like this before. He felt powerful, totally in control of Laurel's beautiful body, and the power made his cock so hard, it hurt. His dick was sticking out stiffly, jiggling as he moved his hands to force the dildo deeper into his sister's twat, and she closed her eyes as the pain made her grit her teeth. The cock was only about halfway inside Laurel's pussy, and Dillon wanted to see what would happen when more of it went in her, so he started giving her little pokes with it, working it deeper and deeper into her cunt. Laurel was making animal sounds now, little grunts, with each stroke of the dildo, and she was breathing fast, trying to get through the pain between her legs. More blood was oozing out of her twat, and Dillon liked that. He knew he was causing the pain and the bleeding -- and he enjoyed it, enjoyed making a girl cry and beg. He grinned cruelly and forced another inch of the dildo inside Laurel, then another inch, and then it felt like it hit a wall or something inside her. The head of the dildo was touching Laurel's cervix, the tightly closed passage between her vagina and her womb. The cervix expands at the end of a pregnancy, to allow the baby to move out of the womb and down through the vagina during childbirth -- but the cervix was not designed to open inward to allow entrance to the womb. The dildo was causing pressure on the cervix when Dillon pushed it in, and the pressure gave Laurel pains like cramps, but much worse. She willed it to stop, but it just got worse as Dillon pushed on the dildo. The boy knew nothing about female genitals -- he just wanted to penetrate Laurel because it made his cock so hard. He held her in place with one hand on her round little ass while he jabbed the dildo in to her twat -- and suddenly the head of the dildo penetrated Laurel's cervix, tearing it open as the dildo entered her womb. A little gush of blood leaked out of Laurel's cunt and ran down her legs, but Dillon was enjoying this too much to stop. Now it was easy to slide the dildo deeper into Laurel's womb -- but the womb was never designed to accommodate a dildo with plastic spikes on it. The spikes raked through Laurel's cervix, tearing it apart, and then entered her womb and started to tear it apart. A bigger gush of blood seeped out of her cunt and ran down her legs and pooled on the floor around her high heels. Laurel could see the blood, and started to panic. She tried again to stand up, to get away from this awful pain -- but when she moved, the dildo was forced up against the wall of her uterus, and tore it open. The girl screamed and fell forward, curling into a fetal position with her ass toward the audience, so the men could still see how far the dildo was inside her. Dillon dropped to his knees -- he just couldn't stop now -- and started raping Laurel with the dildo. He gave her some deep hard strokes, and each time he pulled the dildo out a little, another gush of blood oozed out of the girl's gaping twat. Dara was screaming at Dillon to stop hurting Laurel, and she tried to go help her sister, but she was still cuffed to the platform, on her hands and knees. She could only watch as Laurel was abused while those awful men watched. Dillon finally realized the damage he was doing to Laurel's body, and he started to pull the dildo out of her pussy. Parts of her ruined uterus were caught on the plastic spikes, and when the dildo emerged from her cunt, there were pieces of her womb dangling from the dildo, evidence of the internal damage she had suffered. The dildo was covered with blood and vaginal secretions. Dillon wiped it in Laurel's long red hair, then dropped it on the stage. His cock was sticking out like a tree limb, and he couldn't help himself -- he needed to fuck a girl. He lay down beside Laurel, but her cunt was bleeding so heavily that he didn't want to use it -- so he decided to fuck her in the ass. CHAPTER 11: Laurel Loses Her Anal Virginity Dillon opened Laurel's ass cheeks and quickly got the head of his penis up against her anus, then held her hips and forced his erection into the girl's rectum. She was so warm inside, and her anal ring tightened around his cock like a rubber band, massaging his erection as he started to fuck her. She had no lubrication, and it was hard to get his cock inside her, but he kept forcing it until the whole length was inside, and his pubic hair was touching her ass. He was in heaven, and he reached around and took Laurel's breasts in his hands and squeezed them as he started to fuck her. He screwed her like she was a bitch in heat, giving her fast hard strokes, forcing his groin up against the softness of her ass as he enjoyed her body. Dara and Helen were both screaming at Dillon now, telling him to stop hurting Laurel and get some help. They knew her genitals had been ruined, and now they were afraid she was bleeding internally. But Dillon wouldn't stop. He was curled up against Laurel, fucking her in the ass and holding her breasts in his hands. His cock felt like it was made of steel, like it was 18 inches long, and he raped the girl mindlessly, just enjoying the feeling of power in his cock. This is what girls are for, he thought -- this is so great! Then his cock stiffened again, and he gave Laurel a few more strokes, and then he exploded in her ass, filling her colon with his huge load. His cock kept spurting again and again, and warm semen started leaking out of Laurel's asshole. It felt like a gallon of sperm came out of his big cock, and he groaned with deep sexual satisfaction as he held Laurel's breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly as his cock squirted inside her. Finally his cum slowed down, and he gave her a few more strokes as he finished, then slowly pulled his cock out of her ass. His penis was still hard, and it was covered with Laurel's blood and brown streaks of shit from her ass. CHAPTER 12: Laurel Loses Her Life Dillon crawled around to Laurel's head so he could wipe his cock in her hair. Then he noticed the blood running out of her vagina -- a lot of blood. It was pooling around her body, and she wasn't moving. He realized she must be damaged internally, worse than he thought before, and he shook her, but she was unconscious. She was very pale all over, and her face and lips were almost white. Patrick came over and looked down at Laurel -- and then he kicked her. Helen and Dara screamed at him to stop, but he kicked Laurel again, being careful not to step in the pool of blood surrounding her. When she didn't move, he reached for her wrist and held it for a minute -- and then he stood up. "Well, this little whore won't be doing much cocksucking from now on -- her brother fucked her to death!" There was a great cheer from the men in the audience, and Helen and Dara both looked at them like they were crazy. They both had tears in their eyes, slowly accepting what had happened to Laurel, trembling as their bodies were wracked with sobs. Helen screamed at Patrick to help Laurel, even though she knew her daughter was beyond help now. She looked at her son -- and Dillon was just standing there, apparently not too concerned with what he had done! He was looking at Dara, and Helen's mouth fell open when she saw that his penis was getting hard again. What a filthy, horrible bastard he was! He had fucked one of his sisters to death, and now he wanted the other one. Dara saw the look on his face at the same time, and tried to get loose from the cuffs, but she couldn't move. Helen was squatting on the stage, yanking at her cuffs, trying to get loose so she could help Dara, but her wrists were fastened tight to the metal rings in the stage. She gave up and slumped down on her knees again, sobbing, her bare breasts trembling as she cried. CHAPTER 13: Dara Loses Her Anal Virginity The men in the audience were getting restless. The had seen a good show so far -- but their price of admission was supposed to include getting to screw the participants in the sex show, and so far the only screwing was done by the boy, to his sisters. Patrick had gotten a nice blowjob from the woman, but the men wanted some action. They started chanting and yelling, and Patrick decided he'd better give them something to fuck. He looked at Dara, and decided she was the perfect little piece of ass for the men. He told them to line up, and there was a mad scramble to be the first in line. Finally a heavy black man shoved his way to the head of the line. Patrick stood beside Dara. "OK, angel, these guys are going to have some fun with you now. I can tell you, it just makes them meaner if you struggle or ask them to stop. Just relax and enjoy it. Think about all the girls that would love to have this many cocks all at once." Dara was crying as Patrick motioned to the black man, who came over and unzipped his pants. He said to Patrick, "Hey, man, can I do her in the ass?" Patrick looked down at Dara, then at the black man. "She's still a virgin in her ass... give me twenty bucks." The black man whooped as he gave some money to Patrick, and then he held Dara's ass cheeks open and started working his cock into her asshole. Dara was sobbing now, but she gasped, and then screamed when her rapist penetrated her tight little anus. He forced the head of his cock past her anal ring, and Dara screamed again as he started to piston in and out of her bowels. Her anal ring was gripping the big cock like a rubber band, and every movement felt like a knife slicing into her tender rectum. Her rapist grabbed her hips and thrust into her roughly, pulling her body back against him with each stroke, driving his cock as deep into her ass as he could. She was warm inside, and her ass was nice and round and soft. The man started slapping her ass cheeks as he rode her, making Dara squeal like a pig as he reamed out her asshole. There was some blood oozing out of her ass and dripping down her thighs, evidence that she had never been fucked this way before. Dara's rapist was almost ready to cum, but he wanted to try to get this little whore pregnant, so he pulled out of her ass and stuck his cock up her snatch, giving her a few quick strokes before he ejaculated in her vagina. It was the first time she had semen inside her, since Dillon did not cum when he fucked her earlier. But Dara wasn't enjoying it at all -- she could smell the man fucking her, and she could smell the cum he dumped inside her, and it smelled like a sewer. She felt sick at the thought of having his scummy juices inside her, and her stomach heaved as he kept thrusting into her while he dumped the last of his sperm in her cunt. Finally he pulled out of her, and wiped his cock in her hair. "This is a great piece of ass!" he yelled, grinning as he walked off the stage and sat down. The rest of Dara's rapists used the same system -- each man gave her a good fucking in her ass, then pulled out and ejaculated in her pussy. Dara was gang-raped for three hours, and all 50 men at the show screwed her at least once. Some of them came back for seconds after everybody had done her once. CHAPTER 14: Helen Gets to Play Helen was still cuffed to the metal rings on the stage, and could only watch while the men took turns raping Dara. She was still devastated about Laurel -- she knew she must be dead, but it was hard to believe she was gone. Helen was crying quietly when Patrick came over and stood beside her. "Don't you worry about your little Laurel -- we have some plans for her. She still has a beautiful body, and it's just not right to waste a nice piece of ass like her, right?" Helen glared up at him, shocked, not able to imagine what he was talking about. Before she could even form a question to ask him, he motioned to Dillon to come over and stand beside his mother. Patrick put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "This guy needs more action, don't you think, Mom? I think he's still got some juice in him." He reached down like he was going to grab Dillon's penis, and Dillon jumped back, avoiding his hand. Patrick laughed. "No, I don't mean me, big guy -- I mean her." He looked down at Helen, but Dillon just looked puzzled. Helen glared up at Patrick, beginning to suspect what he had in mind. It was disgusting, and it made her a little sick. Helen was still sitting with her legs folded under her, and Patrick went around behind her and lifted her ass, forcing her onto her hands and knees. He slapped her round little ass. "This is what I mean, big guy -- look at this piece of ass. She's not young anymore, but she's still got some nice features." He reached down and jerked on Helen's right breast, like she was a cow and he was milking her. "Look at these tits -- wouldn't you like to touch them? Look how big her nipples are -- wouldn't you like to suck on them? Bet they'd taste nice and sweet." Helen twisted away from Patrick's hand, but she couldn't really move much because of the cuffs on her wrists. She glared up at him, her lips twisted with disgust. "That's filthy, you bastard, you dirty fucking asshole, you can't make him do that, you wouldn't dare." Patrick slapped Helen across her ass, and she yelped in pain. He looked at Dillon. "Don't think of this cow as your mother, big guy -- just think of her as a piece of meat. That's all girls are anyway, right? Nice little pieces of meat for men like us to enjoy any way we want. This bitch is no different from any other girl. She has tits and an ass and a pussy between her legs. That's all you need to think about -- those tits hanging out, just begging to be milked, and that nice round ass, just waiting for you to slap it. It feels good, slapping a girl on her ass -- it makes you feel good because that's what a bitch deserves. And don't forget about her pussy -- her nice warm pussy, just waiting for you to stick your cock in. You know she loves you, so why not make love to her? She's creaming between her legs right now -- she wants it! See that little stream of juice running down her thighs? This bitch is all hot for you!" Helen was mortified that her body was betraying her. She could feel her pussy burning between her legs, even though it was completely involuntary, a visceral response to everything that had happened today, not at all an indication that she was sexually aroused. But she knew Dillon could see the fluids running down her thighs, and she was afraid he would be seduced by Patrick's low smooth voice. She knew how wrong it would be for her to have sex with her own son -- but she was trapped, cuffed to the floor, naked and exposed and about to endure something so filthy that she couldn't even think about it. Suddenly Dillon got down on his knees behind Helen, his hard cock sticking out and bouncing as he got into position. He was sweating and breathing fast, and Patrick was still talking to him quietly. The boy separated his mother's ass cheeks, exposing her asshole and her pussy, and worked the head of his cock into her asshole. Helen begged him not to make love to her that way, to use her pussy if he was determined to do this thing, but Dillon just laughed and thrust his cock into her anus. Helen was not lubricated, and Dillon's cock was big for such a young boy, and it hurt. Helen winced in pain and asked him to go slow, very slow -- but Dillon was like a madman. He gripped her wide hips and thrust into her roughly, forcing the head of his cock past her anal ring and into her colon. Helen closed her eyes and tried to handle the pain as she felt her bowels being filled with her son's cock meat. Helen opened her eyes and looked over at Dara, and what she saw on her daughter's face made her flush deep red with embarrassment. Helen realized that Dillon had now fucked all three of the females in his family, and she saw a mask of disgust and despair on Dara's face. Her body was jerking back and forth as the men kept fucking her in the ass, but she kept her eyes on her mother, disappointed and angry and hopeless. Helen lowered her head in shame and spread her legs a little more, trying to ease the pain in her asshole as Dillon reamed her out. He was thrusting deeply now, his pubic hair touching her ass with every stroke, then pulling out so only the head of his cock was still inside her, then thrusting again. Helen's rectum felt raw and sore, like it was on fire. Her empty, useless pussy was creaming heavily, but the thick juice was just oozing out of her slit and down her thighs to pool on the stage around her knees. She was still wearing her high heels, and she looked so sexy servicing Dillon's cock. Some of the men that had raped Dara noticed what was going on, and came over to watch. They yelled encouragement to Dillon, urging him on, telling him to give his mom a good hard fucking. Some of them squatted beside Helen and squeezed her dangling breasts, milking her like she was a cow. Patrick leaned down and told Dillon to put his hands around Helen's waist and play with her pussy while he was fucking her in the ass. The boy put his right hand on her clit and stuck three fingers of his left hand up her snatch and finger-fucked her cunt. When he touched her clit, Helen exploded with orgasms, her whole body quivering as wave after wave of orgasms swept through her. Dillon was massaging her clit with his fingernails, and it was driving her crazy. His fingers in her pussy felt like three little cocks all fucking her at the same time, and she arched her back and mewled in her throat, a sound of complete sexual satisfaction. Her nipples were on fire, sticking out so hard and long as the men fondled her breasts and milked her nipples. She felt like such a little slut, but she just couldn't help it. She was thrusting her hips back against Dillon, meeting his thrusts so his cock would penetrate deeper into her bowels. Her vaginal secretions were pouring out over Dillon's fingers and pooling on the stage between Helen's open legs. Dillon was thrusting wildly, almost ready to cum, and Patrick leaned down again -- and told him to cum in his mother's vagina. Dillon's eyes were wide with excitement as he jerked his erection out of Helen's tight little ass. She yelped as the head of the cock stretched her anal ring painfully, and then Dillon inserted the head of his cock in her slit. Helen groaned with satisfaction and smiled as her son penetrated her. His cock was covered with shit from her bowels, but she just didn't care -- she needed his cock in her pussy. She thrust backward, impaling herself on his cock, and he gave her several hard thrusts and then he ejaculated in her vagina. Helen whimpered quietly as she had a string of little orgasms. Dillon still had his fingers on her clit, and she kept cumming, her hips jerking wildly as one orgasm after another drove her crazy. Here eyes were closed and her head was hanging down and her mouth was open and she was drooling, and she kept saying "thank you... oh god thank you..." over and over again. CHAPTER 15: A Dirty Job for Dara Finally Dillon pulled his cock out of Helen's twat and stood up, staring down at her with contempt. She was no longer his mother -- she was just some little whore that he had screwed. And Dara was no better -- she wasn't his sister now, just another stupid slut. He told Patrick he wanted to do something with Dara, and Patrick went and unlocked Dara's cuffs. He stood her up and walked her over to Dillon. She walked with her legs apart, wincing in pain with every step, still sore from getting raped so many times in her ass. Dillon put one hand between her legs and fingered her, just because he could -- and then he told her to get down on her knees behind her mother. Dara just sank to the floor, and Dillon told her to clean his cock. The girl opened her lips and took his half-hard cock into her mouth and licked the cum off, then licked some strings of semen off his balls and his pubic hair. When he was clean, she looked up at him, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. Warm jism was leaking out of her asshole and pooling on the stage, and Dillon told her to fart more of it out of her bowels. Dara started to cry, feeling completely alone and abandoned, but she tried to obey. She closed her eyes and strained, and a pooping sound came from her anus as she forced a glob of semen out of her rectum. She worked out two more big globs, and then Dillon told her to turn around and lick them up -- and swallow the cum. Dara just looked up at him, and he slapped her. Sobbing quietly, she turned around and got down on her hands and knees with her head lowered, and started to lick up the scum that had leaked out of her asshole. The white globs were streaked with red and brown stains, from her blood and the shit in her bowels that had mixed with the sperm. She gagged as she tried to swallow the foul-smelling cream, but she managed to swallow it, and she kept licking it up until it was all gone. "Good girl," Dillon told her. "Now lay down on your back with your head under Mom's ass." Dara worked herself into position, with her head between her mother's open legs, and her mouth under Helen's pussy and asshole. Dillon came around in front of his mother and looked down at her. She slowly raised her head and stared at him, still weak from all the orgasms he had given her. Dillon told her to sit up on her knees, so her anus was touching Dara's mouth, and to fart his semen out of her asshole so Dara could drink it. Helen looked up at him with agony on her face, knowing there was no turning back after a thing like this happened. But Dillon just reached down and squeezed her breast, grinning. "Go ahead, give your little cunt daughter something to drink." Helen raised her upper body, bringing her ass down on Dara's face. Helen could feel Dara's lips around her anus as the girl moved her head into position. Helen closed her eyes and cursed herself -- because it felt good. It felt SO good, having her daughter's soft lips on her asshole. She strained a little, and she heard Dara moan as Dillon's thick semen started to ooze out of her anus into Dara's open mouth. Dara's throat moved as she swallowed the sperm, and Helen strained to work more of the jism out of her asshole. It was like taking a shit, except most of what came out was the cum that Dillon had dumped inside her. Dara had her eyes closed. Her face was buried between her mother's ass cheeks as she received the warm sperm Helen was expelling from her bowels. Dara felt a hand between her legs, and she realized Dillon had moved down and opened her legs so he could play with her pussy. She moaned as he touched her erect clit, and then she grunted with satisfaction as he fingered her to an orgasm. She spread her legs wider so he could get at her. Helen farted a huge glob of semen out of her ass, and Dara almost gagged as she tried to swallow it. She was breathing through her nose, and suddenly she caught the foul smell and taste of the sperm -- it was mixed with shit from Helen's bowels, and Dara had to swallow the shit along with the cum. Her stomach heaved, but she managed to keep ingesting the scummy mixture as it oozed slowly out of her mother's anus. Dillon was finger-fucking Dara's cunt, making her whole body quiver as he gave her a series of hot little orgasms. She was moaning, her voice muffled by Helen's ass cheeks, and she put her arms around Helen's hips, holding her mother closer as she swallowed the sperm leaking out of Helen's asshole. Finally Helen expelled all the semen from her ass, and leaned forward so Dara could move her head. Dara sat up, leaning back on her arms, watching Dillon as he fingered her pussy. Her face was covered with warm cum streaked with brown shit stains, but she was smiling dreamily as her body kept jerking with orgasms. The little slut was in heaven. Her mother had her head down on the stage, and her ass was sticking up in the air. There were little strings of sperm trailing down her thighs from her asshole. She was exhausted from the effort of farting all the jism out of her bowels. CHAPTER 16: Laurel Gets Back in the Show Patrick went over to check on Laurel. The girl's body was still laying in the large pool of blood that leaked out of her vagina after her uterus ruptured while Dillon was raping with the dildo. Shreds of bloody tissue was hanging out of her cunt -- torn pieces of her uterus that had been pulled out when the dildo was removed. But she still had two holes between her legs, and she was still a 15-year-old girl (who would never be 16, but none of the men cared about that) -- so why not use her fuckholes? Patrick called two men up from the audience to drag Laurel's body over to the platform where she and Dara had been cuffed. They draped her over it, so her head was hanging off one side and her legs off the other. Her round little ass was sticking up in the air, and the men spread her legs so her anus was completely exposed. They left her uterus hanging out of her cunt, and Patrick made an announcement: "This little whore is ready for a hot date now. She told he she really likes it in the ass -- so who wants a piece of her?" There was a roar as all the men scrambled up on the stage. They formed a line, and the first man stood behind Laurel and worked his hard cock into her ass. Her anal ring was relaxed now, so it was easy for her rapist to slip his erection in. He held her hips and thrust into the dead girl, giving her a good screwing before he exploded in her rectum. He pulled out of her and told the other men, "She's still a great fuck, guys!" The next man in line took his turn, dumping his load in her asshole, and the other men followed, one after the other. Helen, still cuffed to the stage, watched what they were doing to her daughter, crying quietly and mewling in her throat, her head hanging down between her arms. Dara came around beside her mother and sat there, her legs folded under her, crying while she watched her sister being raped. One of the men waiting to screw Laurel's ass came around in front of her and pulled her head up and forced her mouth open and stuck his cock down her throat. He carefully pushed her eyelids open, so she seemed to be looking up at him as he thrust into her mouth. He pulled out with a huge erection, and some of the other men lined up to fuck Laurel's mouth before they did her in the ass. After all the men had finished with Laurel, one of them picked up the dildo that had been used to destroy her uterus. It still had small bloody pieces of her womb stuck to it. While another man held the girl's ass cheeks apart, Laurel's rapist forced the head of the dildo into her ass -- and then he shoved it inside her, grunting with the effort as he rammed it into her bowels, until only the handle was sticking out of her anus. They left her that way, laying there with her uterus hanging out of her pussy and the dildo filling her ass. CHAPTER 17: Helen Makes Some Money It was time for Patrick to pay Helen for the show. He unfastened her cuffs so she could stand up, but she was unsteady as she got to her feet in her high heels. He showed her a big wad of cash, and a lot of rolls of quarters. "You get the cash in your fuckholes, and your daughter gets the quarters in hers. If you don't like it, you don't get anything." Helen glared at him, but spread her legs and held her pussy lips open while he stuffed the cash up inside her vagina in little wads. Helen grunted in pain as he shoved the thick wads up her snatch, but they wouldn't all fit in her cunt, so he told her to turn around and hold her ass cheeks apart. He started stuffing the rest of the wads into her anus, making her wince as he forced each one past her anal ring. Finally all the cash was inside Helen, and he turned to Dara. He told her to bend over and put her hands on her ankles, with her legs spread apart so her pussy and her asshole were exposed. He started by inserting a roll of quarters into Dara's twat, fucking her with it a little before he shoved it all the way inside. He put six more rolls into her cunt before she told him it hurt -- and then he forced two more rolls into her pussy while she squirmed uncomfortably. Then he started on her anus, forcing six rolls of quarters into her bowels as the girl started to sweat heavily. Her face was contorted with pain as he forced the last four rolls up her ass. Patrick told Helen she and her kids could go, and told them to take Laurel's body with them. Helen and Dara could barely walk with their pussies and assholes filled with money, and Dillon had to drag Laurel's body out, her head bumping down the steps as he pulled her off the stage by her legs. Helen went to the changing room -- and found that the men had taken all their clothes. They had left her purse there, with her keys, and she grabbed it and got everybody outside as fast as she could, afraid that the men might decide to hurt them some more. There were groups of them standing around outside, and they laughed and pointed as Helen and her kids came out the door, completely naked, and moved slowly to their car. Dillon lifted Laurel's body into the back, and they all got in. Helen was crying as she started the car and drove away. When they got home, Helen and Dara had to squat over some large sheets of plastic to expel the money from their bodies. Dara didn't want to do it, but Helen wanted that money, after all they had gone through to get it -- and Laurel had died for it. So she squatted on the plastic and strained like she was trying to piss, and worked the wads of cash out of her vagina, using her fingers to pull the wads out of her pussy. When her twat was empty, she held her ass cheeks apart and shitted out the wads in her bowels, grunting with pain as the thick wads stretched her anal ring. Finally the last wad plopped out of her ass, and she sat down on the plastic, exhausted with the effort. The wads of money were a real mess, some covered with her vaginal secretions and urine, and the others streaked with shit from her ass. Helen told Dara to get started, and the girl squatted with her knees apart. The rolls of quarters in her vagina were hard to expel because they were so heavy, and they hurt her as she strained, working the muscles in her pussy like she was in labor. The first few rolls came out without too much pain, but the rest had been forced so far up inside her vagina, her mother had to put her whole hand inside Dara to get them out. Helen made a fist and slowly worked her hand into Dara's vagina until it was buried past her wrist. Helen could feel the rolls deep inside her daughter's cunt, but they were so slippery, she couldn't get a grip. Every little movement of her hand in Dara's pussy made the girl squirm with discomfort, and her face was twisted into a mask of disgust and humiliation. Helen jabbed her hand deeper into Dara's quim, and the girl grunted in pain, tears running down her cheeks. Finally Helen got hold of one of the rolls, and slowly pulled her hand out of Dara and put the roll down on the plastic. But then she had to repeat the fisting four more times before she got all the rolls out of Dara's cunt. Dara was sobbing by the time it was over, sitting with her legs folded under her, with a steady stream of pussy slime leaking out of her twat due to the involuntary lubrication produced by her vagina while she was being fisted. The rolls of quarters were there in front of her, covered with the juices from her pussy and streaked with blood. But Dara still had to expel the six rolls of quarters that had been forced up her ass. Helen made her squat again, with her feet wide apart, and told her to hold her ass cheeks open with her hands. Dara strained like she was taking a shit, and was able to expel two of the rolls herself, gritting her teeth in pain as the hard rolls were forced out past her anal ring like big turds. But the other four rolls were so deep in her bowels, she had to wait a while, to let her intestines move them down toward her rectum. She squatted there for an hour, rocking back and forth, and then started to strain again. She screamed when the next roll came out of her ass, because it scraped against her anal ring as she expelled it. She was crying and wanted to stop, but Helen wouldn't let her. So Dara kept straining, and shitted out two more rolls of quarters -- but the last roll just wouldn't come out. Helen got a wire coathanger and straightened it out, then worked the tip into a hook shape. She told Dara to stand up and lean forward, holding her ass cheeks open with both hands while Helen worked the end of the coathanger into her asshole. Dara was mortified, standing there holding herself open while her mother probed inside her bowels, and she kept whimpering as she felt the coathanger moving inside her. It was like being ass-fucked with a long thin cock, and she hated every minute of it. But finally Helen caught the roll of quarters with the hook, and started to pull it out of Dara's ass. Helen got it down to the girl's rectum, but then the hook slipped off and she couldn't get hold of the roll. So she pulled the coathanger out of Dara's ass, and inserted two fingers in her anus. She told Dara to strain, and the girl groaned as she tried to work the roll downward. Finally Helen caught it between her fingers and pulled it out, dropping it with the others on the plastic, covered with Dara's shit and streaked with her blood. 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