The Fraternity

The Wicked Fraternity

by Lisa Turner

(-nymphette-)

Sweet16babygirl@hotmail.com

Erinwilson18@hotmail.com

WARNING!!!!

THIS STORY CONTAINS INCEST, UNDERAGE SEX, TORTURE AND SNUFF. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU READ NO FURTHER. THIS STORY IS ONLY FANTASY. DO NOT ACT ANYTHING IN THIS STORY OUT! (M/f/m, brothers/sister, mom/son, torture, snuff, castration, humiliation)

Ch. 1

My mom was a beautiful brunette with sweet blue eyes. “Good night my little Austin.” She would always say before giving me a kiss and tucking me in. I was 10 when she disappeared. My father remarried a few months later. He must have been lonely without my mom around. She always took such good care of us.

My stepmother was a lovely little blonde. Dad had married younger when he married my mother but my stepmother was even younger than my mom. She had just turned twenty when she met my father, George Reynolds. Dad was a charming man and I’m glad to say I take after him. Even at 42, women were putty in his hands. I never really understood what a master manipulator he was until much later. My stepmother Diane was pregnant within a year and when Brian was born she couldn’t wait to get pregnant again. Dad loved the idea and knocked her up within a few months of Brian’s birth. Ashley was born 9 months later.

I’ll never forget my Dad’s decision to home school the children. I always thought it odd because I was never home schooled and it wasn’t as if my father and Diane were doing the teaching. Instead my father had one of his buddies from his ‘fraternity’ come by to teach Brian and Ashley.

I remember one particular day, I was 15 at the time, and I came home from school to find Ashley sitting on Don’s lap. Don was Dad’s good friend and always had been since I could remember. He was a stocky built man, about 47 years old and he was on his 4^th wife, an 18 yr old girl who went to my high school. He was a very friendly man. He had very kind eyes and a smile that always made me feel safe. But I felt odd seeing Ashley on his lap. Her little legs were slightly spread and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bald 3-year-old pussy was winking at me and Don’s thick hand was resting on her inner thigh, mere inches away from her small mound.

Instantly, I felt a stirring in my loins and excused myself to my room. I jerked myself off thinking about Don playing with my half sister’s baby cunt. I felt really guilty after this but brushed it off. I was horney all the time back then, and nothing has really changed now, but it was understandable that any nude female could make me rock hard in less than a minute.

Don knocked on my door about an hour after my explosive orgasm. “Hey Austin. I’ve got to take off. Diane and your Dad took Brian to his little league game so you’re going to have to watch your sister.”

I was used to babysitting the kids so this was nothing new, but the way Don was looking at me, his eyes bright with knowledge, as if he knew what I had been doing, made me rock hard again. Ashley was sitting on his hip, her little legs straddling his side, her bare cunny pressed against him. He passed her to me by unhooking her legs from his waist, hiking up her little skirt and spreading her open for me to get a close-up look inside her tiny pink snatch. Before I knew it Ashley was in my arms her legs wrapped around my waist and Don was turning to leave.

“You kids have fun!” He said on his was out the door and winked at me. I could hardly believe what had happened. It had to be my imagination but it truly seemed as if Don was offering my sister to me as a sextoy. The idea had me throbbing but I knew it was too off the wall to be real. He probably didn’t think anything of the fact that Ashley didn’t have panties on. Don had several kids himself. I was the horney fuck who couldn’t keep my mind out of the gutter. Don had to be innocent in all of this. He was the nicest guy and Dad’s good friend. Plus, Dad trusted him 100%. Ashley had stayed at their house several times and Don home schooled Ashley and Brian on a regular basis.

I dismissed the idea that Don had been doing anything to my sister but I couldn’t forget the fact that Ashley’s bald baby pussy was now pressed against me. Her big blue eyes looked up at me with cheerful child glee. “Aus,” she had a hard time saying my name, Austin, “I made a picture for you.” I realized she held a sheet of paper in her small hand. It was covered in colorful crayon squiggles. “You like it?”

“I love it.” I said, taking the paper from her and hanging it above my bed where the rest of her “artwork” hung. I was a sucker for anything Ashley gave me. No one was as precious as she was and I just couldn’t resist her sweet nature. But at that moment I was feeling extremely horney and was afraid for her welfare. I knew I had an evil streak. It wasn’t something I embraced but that dark side was there and very hard to resist at times. I put Ashley down and immediately she began screaming.

“No! Hold me Aus!”

Damn! It was hard to hold her small little body with my cock hard as a rock pressing into her delicate form. A million naughty thoughts flew through my mind and before I knew it I was making a suggestion that I knew was asking for trouble.

“Do you want to play a game Ashley?”

“Yes!” She nodded her head enthusiastically.

Oh God! She looked so adorable. Her long blonde hair framed her cherub face and her pink lips shone with her saliva. Her eyes were so innocent and took up her whole face, like little orbs of sapphire lights teasing me with her naiveté. She was too much to resist. I had never felt so horney and here we were alone. I knew I could just play a few games with her, and get myself off without hurting her.

“Ok. But it’s a secret game Ashley.” I told her, my excitement growing, literally.

“I love secrets!” Ashley was thrilled and she bounced with this declaration, her small skirt flew up with each jump flashing her bald pussy at me. I groaned with need.

I closed my door and pressed a chair against the doorknob, just in case. My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. “Ashley, I want you to lay on my bed and I’m going to show you my pet.”

Ashley’s eyes widened even more and her little mouth dropped open. “You have a pet. Is it a puppy?”

“Get on the bed and you’ll see.”

Ashley moved so fast she was on the bed in a matter of moments her skirt bunched up around her waist and her baby pussy on display. It looked irresistibly soft and small and made me ache with the need to touch it. I made quick work with my clothes and stood naked before her in a matter of seconds. I was too afraid I would change my mind and I didn’t want to back down now.

Ashley was speechless as she gazed at my naked body with curious eyes. “You took your clothes off.” She said matter of fact.

“I had to take them off to show you my pet.” I said as I stroked my hand up the length of my hard cock and walked towards her until my dick was only an inch from her small round face.

Ashley looked up at me with wonder. “I never seen a pet like that one. Why is he in your lap? What’s his name? Can I touch him?”

The barrage of questions was a trait Ashley had picked up as soon as she learned how to speak. Sometimes, I found it annoying but at times like this I found it adorably arousing.

“His name is Petey and he really likes kisses from little girls.” I couldn’t believe I got the words out. My throat was dry and I was sweating with excitement. Ashley smiled sweetly and leaned down pressing her tiny warm lips to my cock. As soon as her lips touched the tip, I came. I couldn’t hold back. I had never been so aroused in my life. I covered her pretty little face with globs of my seed. She jumped back but I brought my hand up and held her head close, pumping my cum over her face and mouth and grunting with unbridled excitement. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than a three-year-old’s face covered in my cum.

I had some explaining to do after that. Ashley didn’t understand Petey’s purpose. I told her he was a nice pet that grew in my lap because I was a bad boy. I didn’t want her to want her own Petey so I made him sound like a pet you want to play with but don’t want to have grow on your lap. I told her, as long as she kept my Petey happy that she wouldn’t have to worry about growing her own Petey. Ashley would believe anything I said in those days.

Ch. 2

The very next day, Don was at home alone with Ashley again. This time she wore a little t-shirt and no panties and was running around the house bare-ass naked from the waist down. Don was sitting back watching her, an obvious bulge in his shorts. As soon as I arrived, he left her in my care and this soon became the norm. My father and Diane were always busy doing something or other and I would come home from school to find Ashley alone in all sorts of undress sitting on Don’s lap. Most of the time Brian would also be home and I noticed that he had taken to running around naked as well. His 4-year-old hairless ball sack bouncing around as he hopped on the furniture. He and Ashley could have been twins, they looked so much alike, both beautiful and blonde. They really took after their mother.

The next time Ashley and I played with my pet I rubbed it against her hairless cunny until I came, then I meticulously shoved every drop of my cum inside of her tiny fuck hole. I loved knowing she was running around with my sperm in her young baby cunt. No one could have resisted her. I realize that now. She was a cock tease flashing the puffiest pussy I’ve ever seen. How could I resist touching and molesting her? Nothing had ever felt so wonderfully delicious in my life. I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity I had to abuse my little sister. She loved the games too. They excited her to no end and before I knew it, Brian was asking to see my pet. Ashley had decided to spill the secret to her brother.

At first I felt like I had been caught. My heart was in my throat. Who else knew about our secret games? Ashley assured me she only told Brian because Brian knew all of her secrets. Brian was so sweet, begging to see my pet. He wanted to kiss it too, he said. His pretty blue eyes were overflowing with youthful virtue and his lips were full and pouty. I knew they would feel incredible on my cock. So it wasn’t long before Brian became a permanent fixture in our games. It got to the point where he would hold his little sister open for me while I ate my cum out of her. Brain’s sweet young voice would beg me to clean Petey’s spit out of Ashley before a Petey grew in her lap too.

I had convinced the two of them that Petey was a pet you wanted to play with but not one you wanted to have permanently attached to you. Brian was so sad that he could not remove his own little Petey. He would try to squeeze it off and ask for my help. There was something so erotic watching his small little hand try to pull and squeeze at his tiny, hairless cock. He would squash his ball sack and cry out with the pain. It was such a beautiful little hurt filled moan too. It made me rock hard every time. This was my dark side again. I loved to hear him moan with pain! So I told him I would help him. And I would suck his little cock and balls in my mouth telling him I would try and chew his Petey off so he didn’t have to worry about having his own pet attached to him permanently. And if he ever wanted to play with a Petey pet, he could always play with mine. He begged me to bite Petey off him. I would chew and suck on his cock and balls until he was raw and sore.

One night I told him that it might break off if he stuck it in Ashley’s lap. Before long I had him fucking his sister as I watched. Seeing a 4-year-old beautiful boy ramming his baby cock inside his gorgeous little 3-year-old angel of a sister was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I would have multiple orgasms just watching them, and covering them with my cum. They loved Petey’s spit. Watching me shoot off, fascinated the children.

One very exciting day for me was when Brain was 5. Ashley was 4 by this point, and we had been playing these games for almost a year now. My parents were so trusting and oblivious. They always left me in charge and I couldn’t wait for the games to begin. This one day Brian decided his Petey had to come off and since I was so strong, I should be the one to remove his Petey. I asked Ashley to hold Brian’s arms down so he didn’t flail about when I hurt him. She did her best to hold her brother down. Brian sorely wanted a pussy like his sister. One day I would help him for real, but back then, I liked to torture his tiny ball sack and little nub of a cock. Ashley’s long blond hair fell in his face as he layback waiting for my hands to rip his cock off.

I began roughly squeezing Brian’s balls, twisting and turning them at funny angles causing him to squeal like a little pup. Damn, he sounded so sweet and looked so cute begging me to take it off and crying cause it hurt so much. My cock was harder than ever and I so wanted to bury myself inside his ass, but he was only 5, and I was afraid I might kill him, so I slid my cock between his ass cheeks as I tugged and pulled at his cock and balls. I was so rough, I know I must have caused him permanent damage, but he was begging me to do it. And this need to hurt him uncoiled in me. I squeezed his balls in my fist, almost smashing the sacs as I thrust my thick shaft between his baby butt cheeks.

This entire time Ashley was encouraging me. “Aus, squeeze Brian’s Petey off. You can do it, Aus. Take it off!” Before I knew it, I was shooting my cum between his ass and I roared with pleasure. It was astounding how good it felt to empty myself while practically ripping Brian’s baby cock off. It was bruised and swollen for days afterward. I don’t know what he told Diane but my stepmother never confronted me, so I continued the molestation of her children.

Brain was so disappointed that his dick was still attached to him. I told him we would keep trying until we got his Petey off. Poor naive Brian. I really fucked that kid up, but it was all so exciting. I just couldn’t stop myself.

Ch. 3

When I turned 18 and Ashley was 6, I decided to force my way inside her. I took it slow and I could just work the tip of my cock inside her. She really loved it and Brian enjoyed eating Petey’s spit from her pussy. I told him the more Petey spit he ate, the more likely his own Petey would fall off. He would wake me up sucking on my Petey, sneaking in my bed whenever he could just to eat my cum.

It wasn’t but 2 weeks after fucking Ashley for the first time that I began fucking Brian. His ass was so tight but I could stretch his 7-year-old orifice enough to take me. I think I was always a little more rough when it came to him. I felt like he could take it and I never stopped torturing his tiny cock and balls. I damaged them so bad, it seemed as if I stunted his growth down there. He would probably never be able to cum. His sac didn’t even feel like it contained two balls anymore. It just felt like a sac of mush. By this point, when I wasn’t smashing them, he or his sister were. Ashley would step on them and jump on them whenever they were alone. I think she was also very fond of Brian’s beautiful cries of agony.

The summer I turned 18, Don also became a permanent fixture in our house it seemed. He was always around and had begun to hang out even after he finished home schooling the kids. My father had mentioned that Don was having problems with his wife. The guy was on wife number 4 by this point, and she was a lovely girl too. She went to my high school and I had always had a little crush on her, but she was much younger than Don so I thought maybe that was where the problems started. But I wanted them to work it out because I just wanted Don to leave. How could I play my games with him always hanging around the kids? Brian and Ashley were frustrated too. They wanted to kiss and pet on Petey. Damn, whenever they used to say that, I would get an instant erection.

One night, I was extremely sexually frustrated. I was past the point of caring. I took Brian and Ashley into my room, even though Don was still in the house. I didn’t even have a lock on my door, but I was fucking desperate! These sweet little kids had been teasing me for weeks, begging to play with my Petey. What was I to do? They were so fucking little and cute and so damn fuckable!

I had been missing playing our game for over a week and was dying to fuck them. First Brian spread his sister for me so I could taste her tiny cunt. It always tasted like sweet cotton candy. It was the softest, sweetest piece of pussy ever and oh God was it ever so tiny and tight! That hairless piece of heaven will always be remembered in my dreams. Before long I was filling her up with my cum and I tried my best to keep the noise down. At the same time, I was smashing Brian’s balls, abusing his battered baby testes, and he covered his mouth with a pillow to muffle his anguished shrieks. Oh but I could still hear the beautiful little cries of torturous misery escape his throat and it brought me off fast and hard. I thought I heard my door close and I jumped in alarm, but no one was there. Don was in the living room where we left him, and even though his face was flushed, he looked relaxed, like he hadn’t moved since we’d last seen him.

I knew I was in trouble when the next night my father and Don wanted to speak with me. I didn’t know what to expect. I should have known I would get caught eventually. After all, I had been molesting my little brother and sister for over 3 years at that point and Brian carried the permanent damage between his legs. Ashley had her own set of bruises as well. Most mothers would have caught on to the abuse a lot sooner. I was a fool but the truth was when I got wound up, I loss all sense of control. There was no difference between right and wrong and good and evil in my mind, when I got keyed up. I know that’s no excuse but if you had just seen how cute and sweet my little sister and brother were, you would know why I couldn’t resist them!

I was surprised when my father never mentioned my siblings but instead invited me to the weekend poker game with his ‘fraternity’. The fraternity was the name my father and his buddies dubbed their poker group or so I thought. I never considered I would get an invite, but my father assured me that it was time for me to hang with the big boys, starting tonight.

Brain and Ashley threw a tantrum. “We wanna go too!” Ashley cried in a whiney falsetto.

“It’s not fair!” Brian roared and stormed off to his room banging his door shut.

I realized they were a little too attached to me, but after all, I was their older brother, and I brought them so much pleasure. They followed me around like little puppy dogs. It was adorable, but they had to learn that they couldn’t go everywhere with me. At least, not yet.

Ch. 4

The poker game was held at Don’s office building. I never even knew he had an office considering he was a home schooling teacher, but my father assured me that he had his own business on the side. The office was a large brick building on the outskirts of town, hidden behind a row of large, overgrown elm trees. I never even realized this place existed. It looked like it had 5 large rooms and one huge banquet room. What type of business did Don have, I wondered?

About twenty men sat around a table when we walked in the banquet room. Some I recognized as friends of my fathers. The mayor and the local priest were there along with the sheriff. I never knew my dad was friends with these guys. I didn’t recognize a few of the young guys like myself, but most of the men were my Dad’s age or older. I would say the average age was mid 40s. Most of the guys were in excellent shape and good-looking, a few were average looking and a couple other guys were quite hairy and stout. All of them welcomed me and one guy handed me a beer. I instantly felt like a member of their fraternity and it felt good to be a part of a group.

“Listen up everybody.” My father quieted the room with his booming voice. “This is my son Austin as you all know. He is to be inducted tonight into the fraternity. Treat him as a brother from here on out and share with him in all we do.”

The room erupted in hearty applause and a few men patted my back saying, “You take after George. We’re so proud of you.” I never knew my father talked about me to his friends and it made me feel good to know he was proud of me.

“Let the show begin.” Don shouted as a large screen lowered in the corner of the room.

I was confused at this point, because I thought we would be playing poker, but everyone was taking a seat and facing the screen, and I realized we must be watching a movie tonight instead of playing a poker game. I was new to this so I just sat with everyone else and gulped my beer.

But when I saw my own naked image fill the screen, I began to choke. Beer spewed from my mouth and wet the front of my shirt. There I was in my room fucking Ashley and torturing Brian’s cock and balls and it was all being broadcast on this massive TV screen. Everyone in the room was witnessing the molestation of my sibling at my own hands. My face was burning and my heart was pounding. I had to escape! This must be some sort of trap. But then I realized that the men around me were moaning with approval and some had begun to touch their cocks through their clothing. A wave of dizziness shook me as my father caught my eye and winked. “I’m so proud of you.” He mouth at me and then turned back to watch me thrust over and over into my baby sister as I leaned over and took Brian’s balls in my mouth chewing on them with my teeth. The applause burst through the room as I came inside Ashley and made Brian eat my cum from her slit. I didn’t know what to think by everyone’s reaction. I was in utter shock.

Ch.5

My father took me aside after the film. “Austin, you take after me. I’ve never been more proud of you son. Ever since you were 15, Don and I have been watching your progress. Yes, your room has been wired with cameras since you were 10. Your stepmother enjoyed watching you bloom. Diane would never admit it, but I’ve seen her watch the tapes.”

This information astounded me. I was speechless and my father continued. “This fraternity has been around for generations son. It is one of the most powerful organizations in America. Our members range from politicians and presidents to cops and teachers. There are some important rules you must learn and I will take you to the briefing room now so you can get acquainted with our ways.”

The briefing room contained another screen and as soon as I got settled, a film began to play, describing the “rules” of the fraternity.

Rule # 1: You must marry and produce children for the fraternity’s sexual use.

Rule # 2: Your first male child must remain untouched and ignorant of our ways until he turns 18 and is deemed ready.

Rule # 3: You must make sacrifices for the pleasure of the other members of the fraternity. First male children may never be sacrificed, but all wives and all other children are disposable.

The rules continued on and on until my head swam with them. The one thing that seemed paramount was that the fraternity was the number one priority and that everything else came second to the pleasure of the members. Sharing was also essential and jealousy was not tolerated.

As soon as the film ended Don came for me. “It’s time for your initiation Austin.” There was a wicked gleam in his eye and Don didn’t seem nearly as friendly as I had always imagined.

I followed him to another room in his office building. The door was painted back with a red circle in the center. “This is my favorite room.” He confessed, his eyes bright. He opened the door and led me inside only to be confronted with a second door, this one protected with a hand sensor device. Don pressed his hand to a sensory screen and the door buzzed open. “Don’t worry Austin. Your handprint will be added tonight and you can visit whenever you want.”

As the second door opened I could smell the sex in the air. The room was lit with candles. Hundreds of them lined the walls in between naked bodies of women and children, chained to the wall.

Ch.6

I recognized her instantly. My mother. My beautiful mother, naked and shackled. I had thought she was dead. My father had told me—

“Now don’t be angry Austin.” My father’s voice sounded behind me.

How could I not. He had taken my mother from me and had her chained in some dungeon for 8 years while he started a new family!

My father continued, “She left us son, but she didn’t get far. She had discovered the fraternity and she wanted nothing to do with you, or me. We found her and brought her here, and she has been here ever since. She didn’t love you enough to stick around and raise you. I’ve saved her for you Austin. All these years so you could take your revenge. Remember son, rule number 3. ‘You must make sacrifices for the pleasure of the other members of the fraternity. First male children may never be sacrificed, but ALL wives and all other children are disposable.’ She is disposable son and she is yours to do with as you will.”

I was too astonished and taken aback to respond. I turned to gaze at my mother. How could the mother I thought loved me more than anything, have left me? How could she do that to her own child? I really took a good look at her, seeing who she was for the first time. Other than a few bruises, she looked healthy and so much like I remembered. Her hair was even the same shade of brown and the same length. There were a few more lines on her face showing her age but she was still beautiful. Her arms were clasped above her head and her bare breasts were pushed out, her nipples were rosy and hard. I instantly became aroused.

“She’s been waiting here for you son. She’s here for your pleasure. Tonight your mother is yours to do with as you please.”

My father’s words made me ache and throb. I was going to fuck my own mother. She deserved it! My mother was gloriously naked and I, her son, was going to do whatever I wanted to her. The power I felt at that moment shook me to the core and the bond I felt with these men formed at that moment. For the first time I realized the other fraternity members had entered the room to watch and support me. “Your initiation begins.” Don said handing me a whip. I noticed there were other torture devices on the walls and I wondered how many had been used on my mother in the past.

Something dark uncoiled inside me. She left me! Anger and rage exploded and I had to restrain myself from greeting my mother with the whip. “Austin.” She whispered. Her eyes were filled with tears and I could see love swimming in them. “Oh my baby!” Her breasts shook as she shuddered with racking sobs. “I missed you so much.” The fight left me then. I dropped the whip and wrapped my arms around her naked body.

“Mom.” I held her to me and buried my face in her hair. She smelled the same, her scent sweet and comforting. But she was a liar. She had fooled me once, I couldn’t let her do it again. She had left us. How could she love me when she left me? I pushed her away. The bitch! I felt a need for revenge rise in me. It was sinister and wicked and I was embracing this side of myself. I wanted her. I wanted my own mother more than I ever wanted anyone. I stripped down, ignoring her pitiful tears. “You’ll like it.” I told her and I kissed her lips gently and then more aggressively, invading her mouth with my tongue, thrusting deep. She tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let her.

“No!” She sobbed.

“Show the bitch who is boss.” Don said menacingly picking up the whip and handing it to me yet again. Don’s eyes were glassy and he was leering at my mother with evil intent. I didn’t want to use the whip at first, but the way she recoiled from me changed my mind. She hadn’t seen me for 8 years and this is the way she treated me? How dare my mom reject me? She should love me. I’m her son.

The whip hit her off guard. I don’t think she expected me to use it. She screamed and a long red welt formed over her breasts. I brought the whip down a second time, harder than before. Her tortured cry made me throb even more and the fraternity cheered me on. “I’ll stop mom, but you have to beg me to fuck you first.”

She shook her head, tears falling in earnest now. “No Austin! Never!”

WHOOSH….CRACK!

I brought the whip down again and again. “Beg me to fuck you bitch!” I shouted. But she shook her head, rejecting me yet again. Every rejection was like a slap in the face. I went wild with the whip, losing all sense of control. My father finally halted me.

“If you want to take her life, we must go to the snuff room. We can’t finish her here.” I realized that the other chained women and children were watching on, their eyes filled with horror and by this point my mother was covered in several bloody whelps. She looked defeated. The tears had stopped and she hung loosely from the shackles, her feet dangling like a broken doll. Her eyes stared at the floor and she looked numb.

The other men from the fraternity were begging me to take my mother to the snuff room. They wanted to watch me take my mother’s life and I had already come so close. I realized just what rule three meant at that moment. The sacrifice. And I had the complete support from the fraternity. The fraternity wanted this as much as I did. Their pleasure was paramount and so was mine. My mother was disposable as were all women and children. “Let’s go. I want my revenge.”

Ch. 7

The snuff room was actually a part of the dungeon. It was down a hall hidden in the back. The room was filled with TV monitors, displaying each girl chained in the main dungeon. “We record everything we do here son. The archive room is a real joy to visit. You’ll be entertained for hours on end! We’ve made some of the best child porn and snuff films you’ll ever see.” George said this with a real sense of pride and Don smacked him on the back with camaraderie.

“Your father is wonderful at making women beg for it, whether it be to get fucked with a baseball bat or beaten to death with one. He is the master. I think you take after him Austin.” Don smiled at me.

It’s the truth. I really do take after my father. Just as my first son takes after me. I could feel the darkness in me growing by each second. My mother was strapped to the snuff wall and a toy chest was brought before me. Inside was every weapon you could imagine, from machine guns, baseball bats, scalpels, and bowie knives. I chose a simple hunting knife. I wanted to slice her open. I felt rage boiling inside me and the need to kill her and feel the life leave her body filled me.

As I chose my weapon the clapping began. “Go get her son!” My father winked at me and smiled with pride. I felt a sense of joy and a blood thirst that was new and intoxicatingly arousing.

My mother began to beg me at this point, knowing her life was going to end. “Fuck me Austin. Please, don’t kill me. You can fuck me baby. I’ll let you do it.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to you bitch, with or without your permission. I’m in charge here and I’m going to make you one sorry slut!” I roared and slapped her hard. Her head popped back hitting the wall and she yelped.

I slowly slid the blade down her soft stomach, gently so as not to cut her just yet. Once I reached her slit, I parted the folds and began to rub her clit. I rubbed her and caressed her until she squirmed with delight and just as she came, I took the knife and sliced her clit off.

The fraternity roared with thunderous approval as she screamed in agony. My cock grew another inch as I held her clit up for her to see. “The last orgasm you’ll ever have mom was from your son.” I gave her a twisted smile.” Now, what to do with this?” I decided to stuff her clit in her ear. I prodded my finger deep inside her right ear, puncturing her eardrum and stuffing the useless ball of nerves far within. Then I began twirling the detached clit around. “Can you feel that mommy? Maybe if I stuck my cock inside your ear you could?” The fraternity loved that idea but I knew my cock was too large to fit in her ear. And even though I could use the knife to make it fit, there was another area I wanted to explore.

First I had to suck on her gorgeous nipples. To think I used to feed off these when I was a baby and here I was again sucking them into my mouth. My mother squirmed as I nibbled and sucked her beautiful breasts, and then I took the knife to them, cutting off each gorgeous pink nub. The fraternity went wild and my father was cheering me on. My mother, on the other hand, was squealing like a pig. Damn, it made me hot to hear her cry in such agony!

I shoved one nipple in her pussy, the other nipple went inside her ass. My cock followed it inside. I thrust deep inside my mom’s ass, brutalizing her body even more to the cheers of the room. The men studied my work with appreciative eyes, bright with excitement, some fondled themselves, and all of them looked on with pleasure. The TV screens around the room were filled with the faces of the victims in the dungeon. One little girl with curly red hair, who looked to be about 3-years-old, gazed right at the camera as I thrust inside my mom’s ass. That sweet little red headed baby would be mine soon enough I decided.

I felt the build up coming. I knew I was going to come and soon, and I wanted to feel the life leave my mother’s body as I busted my nut. I couldn’t wait to feel that power, taking her soul. She brought me into the world and I was about to take her out of it. I slowly inserted the knife inside her twat, being extra careful not to cut through the membrane and nick my shaft that was currently digging in her ass. She bounced around with the incredible pain the knife inflicted.

“Cut her up!” Don yelled and the men laughed at his enthusiasm. It seemed as if everyone knew this was Don’s favorite sport. I learned later that his 4^th wife was to be snuffed next week and since I went to high school with her, I was extremely interested in participating and witnessing his young wife get it.

“Slice her good son.” My father beamed at me as I fucked my mom’s ass and shoved the knife deep inside her pussy. Her screams were reaching a pinnacle and her jerky movements were causing me the most amazing pleasure. One hand held the knife in her pussy, twisting it about, filleting her delicate tissue like a fish, the other hand made my way to her throat where I began to squeeze. I could feel her weakening as my power grew, and as I pumped my load into her ass, I felt all the life seep from her body. It was as if I absorbed her soul. The power that filled me was so intense; I instantly came again, this time, deep inside her dead asshole.

“That was amazing!” One of the men cried.

“Just awesome!”

“And when you stuck her clit in her ear, oh man, I almost lost it.”

I took one last look at my mother’s dead abused body hanging by the shackles and then turned my back on her. That night I became a new man. My life had changed. The darkness inside of me had taken over and has ruled me ever since.

Every weekend there are torture parties, at least once a month there are snuff parties as well, and there are always children of all ages to molest. Don is on wife number 5. This one was raised in the dungeon and is the daughter of a senator. She’s pretty cute too and very submissive. Don might keep her around for a while but the pleasure of the fraternity comes first, and I may want to sample her 9-year-old ass pretty soon.

Ashley and Brian were both brought to the dungeon the very next month after I was initiated. Brian finally lost his cock and balls. I cut them off for him. You should have heard him scream. It was a stunning high-pitched squeal, filled with torturous agony. Only a child can scream so beautifully! He’s fine now. Happier than ever in fact. He never wanted Petey to begin with, though he keeps it in a plastic jar as a souvenir. He’s the cutest little eunuch; he always loves to run around naked and is happily referred to as the precious baby cum bucket.

The cute little redhead I saw on the monitors as I snuffed my mom, has become my favorite little fuck-toy of late. She reminds me of the final moments of my glorious first snuff. I’ve had several more since. None have been quite as powerful as taking my mother’s life though. But I never knew a three-year-old could suck cock so deep. Poor Ashley was never that good, though she’s getting better. Dad’s been training her daily. My baby red-head is my next snuff party, but I think I’ll keep her around a couple more weeks.

Dad surprised me by giving me a taste of Diane a few times too. Oh man, I see why my Dad has kept his 2^nd wife around. She is wild, and she loves kids in all the wicked ways I do.

The fraternity keeps growing. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get an invite.

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