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About: This was a Role Playing session between ASSTR authors SarahMcA2012 and Dandy_Tago. It was played out over instant messenger. Each participant writes in the first person for themselves and in the second person for the other participant. For this reason, I present the session like an IM chat so that you can easily distinguish which author is speaking.
Summary: Dan and Jessica are taken by the policia to a warehouse where they are auctioned off and then used by their new owners.
Codes: MF MM inc father/daughter viol rough rape reluc bd piv anal creampie felch slave
In the back of the SUV, the tinted windows preventing any would be helpers from even seeing us. Not that it would matter. This area is thoroughly in the hands of the police who derive their power from their strong relations with the local cartel. In the very back seat of the suburban, they have me spread out with one leg near the floor board and the other pushed over the back of the seat. All we were allowed to wear was our underwear, but they've pulled that to the side as they rape me with the night stick. Despite the days of rough sex I happily endured, this is different. My face grimaces in pain as I look up at the next row of seats, seeing you watching me helplessly as they rape me with the rough, cold metal.
"AGHHHHH! Pleaseeeee...oh fuck, it hurts! Please stop it, I'll do whatever you want!"
"You hear that boys?" the guy with the nightstick in your pussy asks. "The puta said anything we want."
"Please," I whimper. "Don't hurt my baby girl."
I've hurt you myself plenty of times. I've encouraged other men to hurt you, too. But this time, your suffering isn't serving my lust. It doesn't seem to be serving anyone's lust. These men are raping your cunt with a stick simply for amusement.
"I'll do anything, too," I beg. "Just please stop hurting her."
"Don't worry, where you're going, you'll have to do whatever. Don't you shithole Americans get it? We're selling your asses."
The man pulled the nightstick out of your pussy and rubbed it on my face. The smell of your cunt seemed so strange mixed with the fear of these men hurting us. My lust for my daughter's delicious cunt was stirred, but I was afraid I'd never get to have you on my own terms again. If we even survived, that is.
He pried my jaw open with one hand and shoved the stick into my mouth, ramming it in a few times while laughing in my face. The force against the back of my throat hurt like hell. When he took it out, all I could do was cough.
Through our fear, the one thing that rang out was the phrase he used....we were going to be sold.
I could hardly believe it. It was 2015! People got raped, sure. That happened all the time, but they said we were going to be sold! Like slaves! The fear of it nearly stunned me into silence, even as they abused you for speaking up for me.
The nagging thought of it, though, forced me to speak.
"W-what do you mean 'sold'?" I asked. "T-to who?!?"
The man with the night stick leered with a devilish grin as he slapped you on the face condescendingly.
"To whoever the hell pays the most. My guess, the Cartino family will want you. They love gringo slaves...especially a father and daughter pair."
The thought nearly made my blood run cold, but the vehicle suddenly stopped and I saw we were at a run-down warehouse, or so it seemed. As they pulled us out roughly from the car, they began to march us to the door.
Our hands were tied behind our backs as they pushed us along. Your panties were still pulled over to the side, cutting into your leg uncomfortably.
We were ushered in through a small door in the side of the corrugated metal building. Inside it was even hotter than outside, but at least the sun wasn't beating down on our bare skin. It took a few moments for our eyes to adjust in the darkness, but when I could finally see, I looked around to see a lot of well-dressed but sweaty Mexican men sitting in folding metal chairs lined up in rows facing a rickety wooden stage.
We were pushed along toward the stage and made to climb up. They kept a shotgun on us as they re-tied our hands to a couple of metal hooks hanging from the rafters. The hooks were raised until we were standing on our tiptoes, dangling like meat in front of the audience. They cut our clothes away, exposing our bodies entirely.
I saw men in the audience nodding as they looked over your body dangling in front of them. One of the men who tied us squeezed your tits to show their firmness to the prospective buyers.
When I asked, "What's going on?" I caught a punch to the gut that would have normally doubled me over, but being strung up as I was, I had to merely take the blow.
Eventually the auction started. It was in Spanish, so I could pretty much only catch a number here or there. But it was clear that we were what was being auctioned off.
We'd learned about the slave markets in history class, but nothing could've prepared us for the humiliation of being bidded on by total strangers. At that moment, we'd become property.
Some of the men stood up to get a better looked at us, instructing the guard to spread our ass cheeks or pull your cock to show the length. The dispassion with which they observed us was even more humiliating, but as the bidding increased, it was clear that we were at least worth something.
Finally, the "leader" of the police shouted something out and pointed to a well-dressed, sweat-soaked man.
The others shook their heads as they walked out.
"Congratulations," he said as he walked over to us. "You fetched a high price for this market. $450 for papi and $675 for you, chica."
My stomach sank as the cop took the money from the man and started counting it out. Our lives, our existence was just sold for less than an old used car.
The cops left the warehouse, leaving us suspended in front of our new owners. The large, sweaty man walked around our dangling bodies, feeling us up. I watched in horror as he groped your tits and took one into his mouth. Then he dropped to his knees in front of you and spread your pussy lips apart and took a deep breath.
But when he knelt in front of me, I was completely surprised when he took my dick into his mouth and sucked me. Despite the situation, my body responded, sending blood to my member.
"They tell me," he said in heavily accented English, standing up and looking me in the eye, "that you fuck your own daughter and sell her body."
I nodded.
"So, no big deal. I'm going to do the same. I'm going to fuck her and make money off her. You too, mind you. I think you two will bring me some good business. Everyone in these villages wants to fuck the white Americans."
The way he said it made me realize that "fuck the Americans' was not going to be a pleasant sexual experience.
As I watched, he took his dick out and rubbed it on your pussy, getting himself hard. Then he shoved it into you with one firm thrust, making your sore, abused cunt ache even more."
I groaned as he lifted my legs up with his arms, then, without hesitation, began to thrust. Hanging helplessly by my tired arms, i couldn't even resist, but instead just grimaced as he thrust his hard, 7 inches into me.
"Mmmmm, your girls' pussy isn't bad. Not the best I've ever had, but she'll handle the villagers well, I think."
The sweat of his body was revolting and his breath was even worse. It smelled like he'd been drinking tequila for a week straight without showering.
"Ughhh, yessss...the kids can be a little mean, but it's the elderly who love it the most. They remember all of the pain you Americans have inflicted on this country. I hope you like the taste of old woman cunt." he said with a derisive laugh.
"Manuel, tend to the father. See how good his ass is." he said to a muscular looking Mexican man.
Manuel was big enough to break me in half without batting an eye. He took off his tight t-shirt to reveal a hairy body covered in tattoos. But when he unzipped his pants, I got really scared. His cock looked to be 8 inches long. It was raging hard.
I shook my head no, but he nodded his head yes. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cockhead as he grinned at me, then he lifted my leg with one hand and guided his dick to my asshole with the other.
"NOOO!" I cried.
"Si," he said calmly.
He lowered my body down, but gravity alone wasn't enough to make my tight, virgin hole spread to take his shaft into me. He pushed up with his hips while pulling down on my hips.
The pain of his dick pushing into me was unbearable. I cried profuse tears as Manuel forced me to take his huge cock.
"Bueno," he sighed when his head finally made it past my tight sphincter. I felt like my ass was on fire, stretched wider than I'd ever been.
"Now. Begin fucking." he said, and he thrust up into me. He wrapped my legs around his waist, and I gladly let him, as it gave me a purchase from which to resist the pain inside me, but his hands on my hips were stronger than any muscle in my body, and it wasn't long until his entire member was buried deep in my bowels.
"So good," he said, and he put one hand behind my neck and pulled my mouth to his. I kept my lips pressed tight, but he didn't seem to mind as he kissed me.
"You faggot now, gringo," he said.
I couldn't reply, only cry as he started fucking my ass.
"Daddy!" I screamed as I watched. This wasn't supposed to happen...you weren't supposed to get fucked. I was a slut, a whore, a woman...I could get fucked all day, even if it hurt, but to see my own father helpless as the muscular man pounded your virgin hole was wrong.
And yet...even in the moment of despair, when we'd just been sold, I couldn't deny that I was a whore at heart, and something so depraved, so wrong, still caused my pulse to quicken.
As I watched you sob, your ass being pounded apart, it dawned on me that this was our future. We were slaves, and slaves got fucked whenever someone wanted to fuck them.
As revolting and dehumanizing as it was...it still managed to appeal to the whore inside me. We, two white Americans, were someone else's property. The thought was so forbidden, so revolting, yet I found something to be turned on by.
"Oh, Daddy," I half moaned, half groaned. "Daddy' we're their property now. They're going to destroy us." But the way I said it betrayed something to you. It was regretful, yes, but...it was our future.
My resigned tone seemed to betray a hint of submission, and the mexican man grinned.
"Yesss. You're my property....both of you. You live, and you die, by my word. Please me, I'll let you live. Disappoint me and..." he laughed, "Well, I have dogs that are very hungry."
"Jessica, baby," I groaned through my tears. 'I know you can do this. You're a good slut, sweetie. But I don't think I can. It hurts so bad. How did you do it? How did you take my cock in your ass?"
Manuel laughed at my tears.
"You belong Manuel," he said.
"Manuel loves to kiss his partners while he fucks them," the boss told me. "If you show him that you like it, it will be over faster. Go on. Kiss your new boyfriend, papi."
I looked at my rapist who smiled at me and made kissy noises with his mouth. I nodded, and he leaned in. He smelled like old fish and beer. God knows what had been in his mouth last. But I parted my lips when I felt his tongue pressing against them.
The sensation of kissing my rapist was disgusting and degrading, but your words just kept ringing in my ears. We're their property now.
"Mi amor," Manuel said as he cradled my neck and kissed me.
The thought of how dirty he was, how disgusting, and the fact that I had to make love to him while my daughter was raped right beside me.
I looked over at you and saw you wrap your legs tight around your rapist and start thrusting back against him. Your sluttiness betrayed you even while being raped. Watching you fuck your new owner turned me on. I felt my dick start to swell. Manuel felt it too. He took ahold of my cock and started to stroke it.
"Yes. Good," he said, and he kissed me again. I opened my mouth to him and kissed him back.
"Destroy us," I said, echoing your words. I didn't mean it as an imperative, but they certainly took it as such.
Seeing my own father embracing this life...so quickly, turned me on.
"Yesss!" The slut inside me was prepared for this. if this was what we were now, then we should be the best at it.
"Yess Daddy! We'll be the best fuck toys you have...we'll be your good little gringos." I moaned as i thrust against his hard cock, feeling my cunt instinctively beginning to grip it as my wetness saturated it.
Manuel and the new boss were genuinely shocked, but in a good way. Most Americans were sobbing and pleading ta this point, yet we....we were fucking them!
"Si! Si! Bueno papi, bueno!" Manuel moaned as he stroked your cock faster while you rammed yourself down on his cock, grimacing but taking it. "Fuck my cock. Fuck my cock, papi!"
I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the boss' sweaty neck and face, licking up the rivulets of sweat coating it. "Fuck me, el jefe!" I moaned through the pain. "Pound my tight Americana cunt!"
"You own us," I moaned as Manuel rammed into me.
The burning sensation had not died down, but as my body became aroused, I felt a new sensation inside where Manuel's cock was rubbing me. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched as his dick pressed against my prostate.
I pulled against his body, fucking him back, looking him in the eye.
"God, Jessica, we're such sluts," I cried out.
The sound of my daughter's moans as she embraced her rapist thrilled me, turned me on. Hearing you beg for him to fuck you harder made me love you all the more.
"Oh, Manuel," I moaned deeply as I looked my rapist in the eye. I'd never been attracted to men physically, but I felt for the first time something, and I realized that it was his strength, his power. I belonged to him. Not just because money had changed hands but because he owned me with his body.
When he kissed me again, I was fully into it. I loved how he was fucking me, making love to me as he raped me. I belonged to him.
"We're your slaves," I moaned. "Use us."
Blown away at how depraved and deviant we were, the two Mexicans couldn't last long.
The boss, hammering into me as I fucked against him, stared into my eyes.
"Yessss! YES! Take it you gringo slut! Take it you white slave! Say it! Say it!"
"I'm your slave!" I screamed, "I'm your American slave, I'm yours to fuck, to rape, to use however you want, el Jefe! Cum in me! Cum in your white American slave!"
"AGHHHH" He groaned as his cock unloaded. "YESSSSSS! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM! I CLAIM YOU AS MINE!"
The sell was complete. As he pumped his load into me, I was his, and that alone was enough to send me over the edge as my body writhed and my cunt spasmed. I was cumming on my owner -(TM)s cock.
As I looked ot my left, I saw something I never imagined, but was so unbelievably hot.
My father was making love to his rapist! Manuel was deeply, passionately making out with you, and the only indication that he was about to cum were his groans.
You felt them, though, as he held you tightly and you felt his body jerk. Flexing each time his cock ejaculated into your ass
The sensation of his cum inside of me felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before. My ass was raw and sore, but the pain felt so good as his dick swelled, pushing against my prostate. Knowing that I'd made my rapist cum made me feel so proud and hot. My own cock started spurting as he and I came together. I watched in disgusted wonder as my cock unloaded onto his belly. I'd made love to a man raping me, and it felt so painful yet so incredible.
"Yessss," moaned. "We're yours. You own us. OH GOD! Yes, we'll do anything for you, jefe."
Manuel winked at me as he pulled his dick out of me. It burned coming out, but my orgasm made me love the pain. He made ring with his finger and thumb and slicked the cum and ass juice off his cock and fed it to me. I hungrily licked it up, feeling so depraved and slutty as I did.
El Jefe whistled as he pulled out of you, and several men came in. They lifted us off of our hooks. My legs were so shaky, I could barely stand. I started to teeter, but one of them caught me. I was grateful, but then he slapped me across the face hard.
"Walk," he said.
They marched us naked, with our hands still tied, to another metal building. The opened the door and shoved us in. I fell onto the dirt. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but it was a cell, like a stable. There was hay on the ground and a bowl of water.
The men put metal shackles on our wrists and connected us to chains that were anchored to the steel beams that supported the walls before they cut our ropes off our hands. Then they spit on us and left.
"Oh my God, Daddy" I said as I collapsed onto my knees. "We're slaves....but that was so incredible!"
Even in the despicable situation, though, I couldn't help but grin as a thought came to mind. "You were such a faggot," I teased.
I grabbed your face and kissed you, hungry for my sweet, slutty daughter's mouth. Then I pushed you onto your back and spread your legs.
"They gave us water but no food. We need to eat the cum inside ourselves so that we don't go hungry."
With that, I buried my face in your freshly raped pussy and thrust my tongue into you. Licking and sucking the disgusting Mexican's cum out of my daughter.
The sensation was incredible, and seeing my depraved father eating cum out of me was even better.
I moaned as I felt you lick and suck el jefe's load out of me. Seeing you so depraved turned me on, and made me want to be dirty again.
"Mmmm, yessss. Eat his cum, Daddy."
When you were finished, I laid on my back, with my pulse racing.
"Ok, Daddy....your turn."
I climbed over your body, lowering my ass to your mouth. I tired to bear down to force the disgusting globs of cum out of my ass. The sensation of feeling it leaking out of me made me feel so used.
"Yes, Baby. I became a faggot today. I took his hot dick inside me and fucked him until he came. Oh, Jessica, he was so powerful. It made me hard for him."
As I watched the cum leak out of you, it was clear that it wasn't pure cum. Regardless, I opened my mouth wide as it spilled out and into my mouth, swallowing the foul, yet delicious load of the gay Mexican rapist.
Hearing you moan as you devour the load, I get so turned on.
"Yes, eat it, Jessica! Eat his cum out of my ass!"
I can't stand it any longer, satisfied that you've swallowed the dirty cum, I turn and climb on to you, driving my dick into your well-fucked pussy.
"I need you, Jessica," I moan. "I need to fuck you, Baby. Oh, god, I love you so much. You're my dirty little bitch. I love watching you fuck men, Baby, because you're so fucking good at it. Fuck me now, Princess. Take Daddy's load!"
On all fours, in the first hour of our new life, I let you take me.
"Yessss, mount me, Daddy! Fuck my pussy! Pound it....oh fuck it's going to get used so much, Daddy! We're going to get fucked so much!"
I thrust back against you, my sore cunt gladly taking your hard cock.
"We're slaves now, Daddy...fucking is our life!"
I pound away at you, full of lust for my slut slave daughter.
"Villages," I moan. "We're going to be raped by whole villages."
Your pussy feels so incredible, slick with our owner's cum. Despite already cumming, it doesn't take me long to finish inside of you.
I flop down into the hay and dirt and pull you next to me.
"I hate that this happened to us, Princess. But if it had to happen, I'm glad we're together."
I smile as I lay against you. "Oh my god, I know, Daddy! I can't believe we're actually property."
"Just cattle in a barn for them to do with as they wish." I say, running my fingers through your hair.
I climb on top of you, resting my pussy against your mouth.
"Eat your cum out of me, Daddy...we don't want it to go to waste."
I lick your sweet, bruised cunt, sucking all of my cum out that I can. Then I slosh it around in my mouth, foaming it up with my saliva. I push you down and spit half of it into your mouth.
A few hours later, Manuel comes back in. "Hey hey, gringos. Congratulations. El jefe liked you so much, that he thought you'd be great for a community project he's doing. You know, there's an orphanage down the road a bit. The kids there, it's sad...they don't have nothing." He said in his heavy accent.
"So el jefe was thinking....what do boys like more than anything else? Fucking!"
Next: Part 5
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