Perverts 'R' Us

Love and Hate - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M/g, inc, nc )

This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

Two men. They could be you or me, they could be anyone. One from love and the other from hate, the two men would have sex with their daughters. One would rape and one would love. Together let us explore these men.

Two men, one named Jason and the other named Brian. Both appear to have identical personalities. Each man believed with all his heart that he had married the perfect woman. Looks are unimportant to our story, so we shall dispense with that.

Both men were twenty-seven years old. Both had been married for five years and both had four-year-old daughters. Both men were on their way to the top of the corporate ladder and their home life was as good as it could be, or so both men thought.

However, unknown to them the men were married to wandering women who liked to play around with other men, and oddly enough both women would meet the same fate.

The men had both advanced to becoming vice-presidents of their respective corporations at an early age. One day they were busy at work as ambitious bread winners, working to bring home the bacon, hungry for success so to speak.

Unbeknownst to them their cheating wives were out having fun with their men friends. Dropping their daughters off at a local day care center, the two women would go out at least three times a week.

Both women were attracted to the typical bad-boy type and having a secure homestead, they were free to pursue these shady characters. Both women would keep one of these men for a month or two, but being who they were, they got bored easily. Then they would find new men to entertain them.

The women both digressed and chose even shadier characters, but this would be both women's undoing. One afternoon both women had just finished dressing and it was time for them to seek even darker men friends. But both women did not realize that the men they were with now were as dark and evil as they could be.

In other words the women had hit the bottom of the barrel. Both women smiled and said "Goodbye" to their current male friends, expecting to cast them off as easily as they had other boyfriends. Both women soon felt the sharp points of knives. These two bad boys were not about to let such fine-looking cunts go so easily.

Independent of each other both men said, "No way you're leaving me, Bitch!"

Both women did the wrong thing. They laughed at the men and both women were gutted and raped before and after so to speak. Their deaths were brutal enough to make the local evening news in their large city.

However, way before the evening news both Jason and Brian were asked by the police to go to different hospitals. Upon their arrival, both men received the worst news a loving husband could get.

Both men were told that their respective wives were dead. Of course these days, things being the way they are, both men were questioned by the police. Jason and Brian were indignant and shocked when the police asked them if they knew their wives had been seeing men friends.

At this point I shall toss a coin and you may do the same. Heads for Jason, tails for Brian. Mine came up heads for Jason, so he will be the one who is the good guy, so to speak. Brian, poor chap, is the future rapist, all on the toss of a coin.

Now your coin may have come up tails, so you may if you wish replace Jason with Brian or any other names you may prefer, even your own. Alas what is this life but a random generator or a toss of a cosmic coin that has infinite sides?

Now let us start with Brian's story. If you wish to start the other way with Jason's story, skip this part, but do come back.

Brian's daughter's name was Dawn. With silky blond hair and blue eyes after her father, she was as beautiful as the word itself. But as Brian helped his daughter put the thorn- less roses on her mother's coffin, a seed thorn started to grow in his own brain and soul.

Days changed into months and months into years and Brian nursed his beloved seed. He fed it with disgust and hatred and it grew. Each day when he saw his beautiful daughter she looked more and more like her mother.

Be that as it may, the only thing the little girl had that resembled her mother was her silky blond hair. The rest of Dawn was a hodge-podge of mixed DNA. But this was more than enough to feed Brian's beloved seed.

Is it a cruel twist of fate that even the most abused child will still love his or her abusing parent or parents? Or is it our desperate need to be loved that drives us so? Whatever it is, Dawn loved Brian as any child loves her parents, no matter how strict her father became with her.

Dawn had no friends. Brain was in total control of her life. Her life was school, the day care center, and home, where she had only her bed, four walls and her school library books to keep her company.

But Dawn was not unhappy as one would think. Her books provided her with an escape and many a happy ending. Dawn was nine years old now and she was just becoming curious about boys.

She noticed like many a girl her age that her nipples were beginning to bud out from her chest. Her little nipples were just little nubs now but some day they would fill a bra. She knew the facts of life from what she had been taught in health education.

But it was only the basics, because the course was filled with Barbie and Ken-like images of boys and girls. At nine years old, no sex parts, please! All Dawn knew was that boys had penises and girls had vaginas.

Girls had a lot more internal parts than boys, who only had sperm to fertilize the egg that a girl produced once every twenty-nine days, more or less. Dawn had asked Brian her father for further information about sex, but she was met by a vicious slap across the face and she dare not ask him again.

She had also been made to know her mother was a cheating slut and if she ever so much as looked at a boy her father told her she would not live to see another day. Dawn believed her father, but she was still very curious.

Brian's emotions were now strangled by his beloved thorn seed. He saw his daughter as his cheating wife. She was a wife he now hated more than the air that filled his lungs, giving him life.

As it is written, the sins of the fathers are visited upon the sons. In Brian's twisted mind somehow the sins of the mother must be visited on the daughter.

But hate has a way of making you pay. Brian now had a raging stomach ulcer. He had to eat only bland food, mush and stuff. However offsetting his ulcer was his work, the only thing he had not forsaken. He was now a young CEO of a top Fortune 500 company and he had tons of money with no one to spend it on.

However Brian used his money in his dire plans for his hated daughter. Soon she would be gone from his life and be placed in a very strict convent. All he had to do was wait one more stinking year and the slut would forever be out of his life.

The sisters of the convent would take special care of Dawn. They had all the time they needed to brainwash the poor girl at the behest of their rich benefactor. The sisters for their part would see it as their duty to lead a wayward girl, or so they had been told, to God.

And so it came to pass one long, four-day weekend, Brian found himself alone with his beloved seed thorn and his hated daughter. His ulcer was boiling over and filling his gut with excess acid, burning away what was left of his stomach lining.

Dawn tried her best to keep out of her father's way and to that end she spent most of her time in her bedroom. Brian was pacing to and fro in the living room, drinking Maalox straight from the bottle.

He took one last swig and the bottle was empty. He scolded, "It's all her fault. That little slut, she is going to pay."

He stomped off to Dawn's room. When he arrived he found her sitting on her bed dressed in her school uniform reading a book. School uniforms were the only clothing Dawn was permitted to wear. The uniform consisted of a white button-down blouse and a blue skirt that went two inches below the knees. Dawn looked up. She saw her father's eyes and she knew from experience that her father was looking for any excuse to punish her.

"Stand up." Brian howled.

"Yes sir." Dawn meekly answered and stood up.

Brian found that excuse. One of the buttons on Dawn's blouse was un-done. It was the collar button which is normally left open. He howled, "How many times have I told you to dress properly?"

"Sir?" Dawn asked.

"Your top button is undone. Button it!"

Dawn knew better than to question her father. She reached for the top collar button but to her horror it was gone.

"Do you know how much your clothing costs?" Brian's stomach was in overdrive. He could feel the excess acid boiling up his esophagus.

"No Sir," Dawn trembled. She saw her father raise his hand. She knew she was about to be slapped, but she would not duck. She knew if she did he would slap her even harder with her neck sandwiched in his left hand.

Brian wanted to slap Dawn, but for some reason he stopped. He was drawn to his daughter's small V-shaped patch of bare skin. "What a slut!" he thought, "She deserves more than just a slap across the face. She deserves to get her ass whipped."

Although he had not gazed upon his daughter's naked body since she was four years old, he ordered her to strip.

"Please sir!" Dawn said with tears in her eyes.

"Strip off your clothing, you little slut!" he demanded again.

Dawn did not know what she should do. Then she saw her father remove his belt. She remembered the last beating she had received more than six months ago. But then at least she had her clothing for protection, what little it afforded her.

Now he was going to use the belt on her bare skin. She cringed and started to unbutton her blouse, tears flowing from her eyes. She knew her mother was a slut. Her father had told her so many times.

Perhaps she thought it was as her father told her, without stern discipline she would turn out to be just like her mother. Surely he was doing this for her own good. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and opened it.

When Brian saw his daughter's tiny nubs he hated her even more. He saw her nubs as almost full-grown breasts. And that meant only one thing to him, she was fooling around and he was determined to pay his wife back.

He doubled his belt and 'snapped' the black leather together. When the belt 'snapped', he saw his hated daughter cringe. He smiled. She would remember this day as long as she lived.

Dawn removed her blouse and hesitated.

"Quickly now, I haven't got all day." Brian sneered.

Fearfully, Dawn un-zipped her skirt. She could see her father licking his lips as he always did whenever he punished her for doing wrong. She knew as surely as the sun would rise each day, she was a bad little girl and deserved all her father's scorn and punishment.

As Dawn removed her skirt Brian felt a strange stirring in his loins. Was the slut trying to worm her way back into his good graces? He thought. No way was that going to happen. After all, she was a slut!

"Please sir," Dawn pleaded once more.

"Get them off now!" Brian demanded, with the foul, acrid breath of excess stomach acid.

Slowly Dawn pushed her plain, white cotton panties off her waist and down onto her ankles.

It had been a long time since Brian had seen a totally naked woman. He should have hated what he saw, but in his twisted mind he saw Dawn's purity in her small hairless slit. Her small slit looked undamaged, white and pure as the freshly fallen show.

Somewhere in his subconscious mind he made a vow that it would never look that way again. "Kneel and put your head on the bed!" Brian shouted.

It is the gap between the subconscious and the conscious mind that keeps us from running amuck. The desire to kill, rape, and pillage is in all of us, but somehow most of us manage to suppress it. The ones among us that do not are called either heroes or criminals, depending on the circumstances and one's view of the situation.

Slowly Dawn knelt down. Bending over she placed her head on the bed. Brian would not whip her on the back, as that might be noticed. He shook his belt and with all his hate he stroked the belt across Dawn's butt cheeks.

Dawn bit down on the blankets. She knew if she screamed the punishment would be much worse. Brain surveyed his first lash and he liked what he saw. Dawn's butt now bore a long, bright-pink stripe.

With hard measured strokes, Brian added more bright pink stripes to Dawn's ass cheeks. Brian was in no hurry to turn the slut's ass bright red. After all he had all day to administer the slut's punishment.

Silently Dawn wept, and as each stroke of her father's belt kissed her ass she winced. Possessed with hate and like an artist from hell, Brian painted his masterpiece on his hated daughter's soft, unblemished butt cheeks.

He admired his work, but something strange was happening to the hate-demented man. His cock was becoming quite stiff. His beloved thorn seed whispered to him, "Use it. It will degrade her even further."

When Dawn felt the lashing stop, she was relieved. Her punishment was over. She turned her head and saw her father naked from the waist down. She saw his erect penis and she knew inside of her what he intended to do with it.

"Please sir, Please!" she begged.

"Shut the fuck up, you filthy slut."

Dawn could not watch what was about to happen, so she put her face to the mattress. She wanted to struggle, but she knew it would be no use. She sobbed deeply and fearfully. Then in a split instant, she felt the full length of her father's penis enter her body.

She could not help herself, she screamed, "Nooooo!"

Brian withdrew his cock for the next hard stroke into his hated daughter. Like the devil's fool, he giggled at the sight of his hated daughter's ruptured hymenal blood coating his cock. With twisted glee he slammed the full length of his hate-bloated cock back into his hated daughter's abused cunt.

With each hand he grabbed a very bright, pink-painted butt cheek and squeezed. He thrust his cock viciously and rhythmically in and out of his hated daughter's cunt.

The pain of physical abuse was nothing compared to the tearing emotional pain her father was inflicting on her. In her mind, Dawn tried to escape to a cool summer's evening, but there would be no place for the child in Dawn to hide.

Brian's hate-bloated cock erupted, spewing molten cum into his hated daughter. Like a rabid beast he howled, "Ahhhhh!"

Brain's hate-bloated cock began to soften and he yanked it out of his hated daughter's bloody, abused cunt. He squeezed his cock and added the last few drips of his cum to the canvas of his daughter's very pink ass cheeks, finishing the masterpiece he had painted.

He pulled up his pants and shouted, "Take a bath, you filthy slut! I am going to the store to get some more medicine for the ulcer you caused."

Dawn could not or would not answer. But it mattered not to her father, who left her there slumped on the bed.

Dawn heard the door slam, but she knew her father would be back. Years of abuse had conditioned her and yet she was not a strong girl, one who could get over what had just happened to her.

Slowly she got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen she found a sharp knife. She took the knife and walked into the bathroom she used. In the bathroom she put down the knife and turned on the shower.

She stepped into the shower and washed herself, ridding herself of her father's seed not knowing it was the only evidence that could convict her father of rape. When she was done she turned the shower into a bath. She sat down in the warm water, took the knife and slit her wrists.

She drifted off to the many happy endings in the books she had read. Later that day Brian found Dawn in a blood-red pool of water but he could not care less and he laughed. He was finally free of the little slut forever.

He called 911 and the paramedics and police arrived. They wrapped his hated daughter's body up and took it to the coroner. The coroner for his part found evidence of the rape, but without DNA the police had no one to pin the rape on, even though they knew it was most likely the girl's father.

Brian was free to pursue his occupation as the CEO of a top Fortune 500 company. But without his seed thorn to keep him company he lacked the drive and ambition he once had. His company slipped ever so slightly but it was more than enough to cause Brian to get fired.

Although he had more than enough money to live out his life in luxury, without hate as his motivating force, Brian saw no reason to live. One day Brian drove his expensive car off a cliff. He was buried alone in a cold, dark cemetery.

But unlike his hated daughter, his grave was at least marked with his name. Dawn's grave was purposely left unmarked.

And thus ends Brian's story. It could have ended in many other ways, but my cosmic coin flipped to this ending.

Up next, Jason's story.

To be continued.

Email: loki925@hotmail.com