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Here is a new story called "Helen Makes Some Money" -- I hope you like it!

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Kelli

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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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