Perverts 'R' Us

Tears - Part 3

By Anonymous ( Bro/Sis incest, Rape, Crying )

Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

I heard Kat cry out. I recognized the sound of fear as I'd heard it from her lips so many times. I sprinted up the stairs from the basement where I'd been working out. When I gained the first floor, I heard her whimper, softer this time but still distressed. The sound had come from our father's den. I ran for the door half-way down the hall and burst in. My asshole father had her by the shoulders and was shaking her small form violently. She flopped like a rag doll in his powerful grip, her soft whimpers filling the air.

"Let her go!"

I was enraged at seeing his hands on my little sister. The fear on her tear streaked face didn't arouse my lust, it fueled my fury. I reached out and ripped his arms from her. She shrank against the wall and the son-of-a-bitch turned on me with a snarl.

"Stay out of this faggot, unless you think you're man enough to stop me"

It was a mistake. He hadn't confronted me physically in a long time, mostly confining himself to verbal abuse and criticism. At nearly 17 years of age, I was approximately the same height and weight as him. However my bulk came from muscle where his at age 47, came mainly from flab. Don't misunderstand me, he was still very strong, but I was stronger, younger and faster. I tackled him to the floor easily. He went down with a loud "Ooomph!" Swinging a fist for my face he connected with my jaw just below the ear. Pain shot through my skull but it didn't disable me. I reared back and punched him dead in the face. He took the blow directly to the nose and I heard the wet crack of bones breaking. He threw me off and heaved himself to his feet, blood streaming from his ruined nose. I bounced upright and waited for his attack. I didn't wait long. He launched himself at my throat, but I twisted away. Instead, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me into the wall. I came around and swung for his gut. He doubled over as my fist connected and a few more blows dropped him to the floor. I grabbed Kat and pulled her from the den.

"Go to your room and lock the door. Don't open it for anyone but me. Go!"

"Please don't fight anymore, it's not worth it!"

"Go. Now!"

She skittered down the hall and I turned back to my father. Her light foot steps could be heard pattering up the stairs. I kept an eye on the old man as I waited to hear her door shut. He was sitting upright now, one fist clutching at his stomach. I heard Kat's door snap shut. He was glaring at me and panting to catch his breath.

"Keep your hands off her from now on, old man."

"Fuck you, you little punk. Think you can tell me what to do in my own fucking house!"

"If you touch her again, I'll fucking kill you, old man. Don't think I won't. It'll give me great pleasure actually. Don't forget, you're the one who taught me how to shoot a gun."

I saw a spark of fear flare to life in his eyes. I knew he believed me. I had won. Of course the old bastard wasn't going to admit it aloud.

"I'll do what I want in my fucking house! The little bitch was back-talking me. I won't fucking put up with that! She does it again and she'll get the same!"

I let him get the last word. I knew I'd won. He knew it too. He'd leave Kat alone. He was still standing there rubbing his gut when I left the den and headed up to Kat's room. She let me in and I locked the door behind me. I turned back to find that she had perched on the edge of the bed with her knees drawn up and her chin resting on top of them. She looked up at me with that silver-blue gaze.

"He's crazy you know?"

"I know it. Forget him, he won't bother you anymore."

I saw anxiety enter her eyes. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. Yet."

"Don't Drew, he isn't worth it."

"It's not him I'm concerned with," I told her. She looked away.

"You wanna listen to some music?"

I ignored her question. "Did he hurt you?"

She shrugged. "Not really, maybe some bruises, but I think he would have hurt me if you hadn't stopped him. He had this look in his eyes, I don't know. He looked really nuts."

I'd seen the look before, we both had. It didn't matter anymore. If he touched her again, it would be the last thing he ever did. I meant it. It never occurred to me that some might consider it real nerve to tell a man what he could do with his own daughter. I guess I never thought of Kat as his. She didn't belong to him. I don't think she ever did. She belonged to me. She had been mine for years. I wasn't going to allow him in. He may have had a certain degree of control over me, but Kat was another story. I allowed our mother in on a limited basis, but I'd be damned if I'd let that son-of-a-bitch put his hands on my Kat! The funny thing was, he rarely attempted to physically chastise her. He usually reserved that for me and for the snitch-bitch on a lesser basis.

I noticed Kat was still trembling, although the tears had stopped. I stepped close to her then. She looked up at me and I ran one finger down the exquisite curve of her cheek and jaw.

"What did you want to listen to?"

She hopped up and slid a cassette into her stereo and I cranked the volume up loud. I stretched out on the bed, propped up on her pillows.

"Come here, Kat."

She met my eyes and read what was there. It was time for me to reclaim my territory.

"Please don't Drew. Please?"

"Come here."

The pulsing beat of the rock blasting from the speakers seemed to fade slightly as she sat on the very edge of the mattress.

"I said, Come here."

She edged closer and gasped when I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her right up against me. I half dragged her across my lap, her face close to mine.

"Straddle me. Go on, do it!"

Her eyes were streaming with moisture but she spread her legs and rested a knee on either side of my hips. I grasped her ass in my hands and pulled her closer, settling her denim clad crotch against the bulge straining my gym shorts. Two tears slowly tracked down her face, one spilling from each lovely eye. I nudged her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet mine.

"Tell me who you belong to, Kat. Say it."

"Please, don't. Please Drew. Oh God, please stop this!"

"Say it, Kat."

I slid my fingers under the edge of her t-shirt. I slid it upward and tugged it over her head before sliding it off her arms. She just sat there passively, not resisting but not helping either. I met her eyes again.

"Tell me Kat, tell me who you belong to."

I saw the bruises my father had left on the pale pearly skin of her shoulders and felt my anger rise again. That bastard had marked flesh that should have only ever born the sign of my hands. Her tears started flowing faster. I leaned forward and grabbed a swelling nipple with my teeth, my tongue flicking back and forth over the swiftly hardening flesh. I bit down and felt her stiffen and cry out in pain. I didn't care, I knew the music would drown out the sound. My fingers were pinching her other nipple, twisting and tugging at the puckered peak.

I pulled back and reached for the button holding her jeans closed. I twisted it free and lowered the zipper before sliding my hand inside the loosened garment. My fingers slid past the lace trimmed cotton barrier and found her peach fuzzed pussy. I dipped two fingers inside her lips and found the miniature button of her clit. I started to rub it back and forth, slowly at first then faster and faster.

"Tell me slut. Tell me who owns you."

Her eyes were wide with the first sexual pleasure she had ever received. She squirmed in my lap.

"Say it, who do you belong to?"

She whispered, "You."

"Who?"

"You, I belong to you!"

I stopped frigging her clit and jammed two fingers roughly up into her hole. She yelped and stiffened up as my sharp nails gouged her tender flesh and my knuckles slammed into her pubic bones.

"Ow! Ouch!" She bit her lip as I twisted my fingers back and forth in her tight tunnel leaving bloody scratches on the tender flesh. I alternated the gouging, twisting motion with a hard pounding that bruised her sore pussy. She threw back her head, her neck muscles strained as she struggled not to scream.

"Hurts, doesn't it bitch? You like the pain? No? Well I do, I love it. That's why you'll take it. You'll take it for me, won't you? You'll do anything for me. You won't scream for help, you won't tell anyone. You'll just take whatever I do to you, won't you?"

I was ramming my fingers into her as hard as I could. I felt my knuckles mashing the outer folds of her girl flesh. She was crying outright now and twisting her entire body in a vain attempt to escape her torment. I rolled over, taking her with me so that she lay beneath me.

I pulled my blood streaked fingers out of her and used both hands to drag the jeans from her body. Her panties were torn off before I pushed her legs wide apart. My fingers searched for her tiny clit again and found it hiding under its little hood. I dug my fingernails into it and started tugging and twisting it brutally. She screeched and arched her back twisting her hips to try to escape my rough pinching fingers. I let her move away, only so I could plunge my face between her wide splayed thighs. I licked her tiny slit and tasted the iron tang of blood.

I tongued that hole for several minutes, thrusting the tip in and out. Her whimpers were delightful. Her body was trembling badly and she was still crying and begging me to stop. My tongue traveled upward seeking her baby clit. Finding it, I sucked it into my mouth hard. She bucked her hips and cried out, whether in pleasure or pain I don't know but in the next moment I elicited a movement born of pure agony. Grasping her clit in my teeth I bit down hard. She screamed and frantically tried to twist away. I clamped my hands around her thighs and held her in place as I chewed and tugged on that tiny piece of sensitive flesh.

"Please stop! Oh God, please!"

I had no intention of stopping but I eased the pressure of my teeth a little. Flicking my tongue against the very tip of her clit I tugged and teased at it for a few moments before biting down again. This time she snapped taut and gurgled a little but didn't scream.

I heard a fist pound on the door. My mother's voice yelled, "Kat are you ok? Is Drew there, is he hurting you again? Open the door!"

I lifted my head. "Tell her you're fine, we're just playing around like always. Tell her."

"Go away Ma, I'm fine! We're just fooling around, like always."

She sounded strained but credible, especially as I'd gone back to tongue-flicking her clit as she spoke. It was kind of a family joke about Kat's daily beating. I said before I'd always used her as a punching bag, and it was not a secret. It never failed to upset our mother and sister, but Kat always told them to leave us alone. Always, no matter what I did to her. They didn't understand why she let me hurt her so they tried to stop it whenever they could. They would have no reason to suspect I'd recently started using Kat as my personal fuck toy, they were used to her yelps and bruises.

"Dammit Drew, you leave her alone! For God's sake, she's 5 years younger than you, you ape! She's too little! She can't even fight back!"

I leaned up from Kat's delicious pussy and whispered to her, "That's certainly true isn't it my Kat? You can't fight back can you? Anyway, I like you little."

I thrust a finger into that little pussy as I yelled back to my mother, "She's fine Ma, we were just wrestling a little."

"Just be careful, she's too damn small for you to toss around like you do."

"Yeah Ma, I got it."

I lay down over Kat and started sucking on those sweet little tits of hers as I slipped another finger inside her pussy. I pumped my hand up and down while I bit and suckled those perfect twin mounds. Kat was lying still with tears trickling from the corners of her eyes and streaming into her gleaming wheat-gold hair. I whispered into her flesh, "Sweet Kat, I'm gonna fuck you. Oh God yeah, pound you with my fuck stick, make you bleed, tear you open again and again."

I pulled my fingers from her body and got on my knees. I pulled her up against me and attacked her mouth, biting and sucking on her lips. I growled in her ear, "I'm gonna lay down and you're going to ride me bitch, gonna drive that tight cunt right down on my meat. Your not gonna stop short either. I'm gonna get in your little fucking womb again, just like last time, mmmmm yeah, and you'll be the one who puts my cock there."

I lay back, taking her with me. She was sprawled on top of me, sobbing into my chest. I pushed her up and attacked her nipples again, tearing at them with my teeth. She struggled upright and I let her go, sliding my hands down to grasp her hips. My cock was rock hard, straining against her soft flesh. I pushed her up, urging her onto her knees.

"Come on slut, get that tight cunt up there. Yeah, that's it, put my fuck stick in there, spread your lips first, right, like that, God you have a beautiful cunt, I love that tight sticky little snatch. Go on, sink down on it, get it in there."

She was obeying my instructions slowly and with extreme reluctance, I could read the fear and revulsion on her beautiful face. I loved it. I knew she hated this, I knew she didn't want my sex, but it didn't matter, she'd do it, I still had that power over her, she'd do anything I told her to. She had the head of my cock in her now, but still refused to slide down it. So I tightened my grip on her hips and thrust up. She grunted painfully as I breached her fully, driving my cock halfway in on that first thrust. Her sticky cunt walls squeezed me painfully but I drove even deeper into her tight glove. I watched the tears striping her face like glass ribbons and exulted in the pain twisting her soft mouth.

I urged her hips downward and felt her slide another inch down on me. I was almost at the end of her tunnel, where my prize awaited. I loved the feel of breaching her cervix with my thick cock, loved the painful clutch of that tight hard ring of flesh as I forced it open. I was there, I pulled her hips down forcing her flesh to part for the surging pole being rammed into that forbidden gate. I felt the resistance and added my own upward pressure to the task. Suddenly, it gave, a fraction of an inch at a time. I grunted at the pain of having my dick squeezed in that vice but even as my pain registered, her entire body snapped taut. Her eyes were wide and dilated. She seemed to be trying to scream, but only a pained squeak escaped her lips. Her throat worked but only silence issued forth. My hips thrust up again and I was in all the way. My balls nestled against her sweet ass and I savored the sensation.

I twisted my hips, grinding in circles to loosen her up before I began thrusting in earnest. I used her hips to control her, forcing her to slide up and down on me. Each time I hit that ring of flesh she's snap tight and struggle. It did no good, I held on and forced her down with each upward thrust of my loins. I made her ride me as I forcibly fucked deep, so deep into her body. I watched her belly and thought I saw the faint outline of my cock bulging out under her flat stomach.

"Fuck me Kat. Feel that? Oh God, you have the tightest sweetest fuck hole I ever had. Yes, ohh, it hurts doesn't it, yes I know. It hurts for me too, but I have to, I have to fuck this pussy."

She just held on to my forearms and cried. Whimpers punctuated the sobs in time to my thrusting hips. Her sticky hot glove was so tight, I knew it wouldn't be much longer. I lengthened each stroke, pounding her so hard she cried out.

"Shhh, baby girl. Hold it in, that's it baby, hold it. I love you Kat, I love your cunt and your tits and your sweet sweet tears. Your mine, always mine. My little fuck-whore."

I rolled over on top of her and started pounding into her like a madman. She bit her lip and writhed beneath me, increasing my pained pleasure with her frenzied movements. I drove deep down into her and held still as my furious lust boiled over and I emptied my life force into her womb. I started thrusting again as the eruption continued, only stopping when my cock started to relax. I pulled out of her grasping pussy and collapsed on top of her. She was still crying. I kissed her deeply, twining my tongue with hers. I caught her tears with my finger tips and thrust them into her mouth so she could taste their salty sweetness.

"I Love you my Kat, I love you, you're mine, mine forever."

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