Subject: FANTASIA: Fat Charlie  (mf, nc, rape, torture, etc)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                 FAT CHARLIE by V.P. Viddler

    "Kiss the floor, Miranda," Fat Charlie said.

   And the girl who was lying on her stomach with her wrists tied
together behind her back did as he said, her long blonde hair
spreading over the polished wood floor as her soft lips pressed
against that floor as if kissing a lover with utmost passion.

   "Kiss it good," Fat Charlie said, and Miranda's head moved from
side to side as she caressed the hard wood with her mouth, her
tongue licking at it, little whimpers coming out of her throat. Her
body writhed slowly against the floor, her breasts flattened on it,
her hips fucking it. She was fucking that floor for Fat Charlie.

   And Fat Charlie laughed.

   Later, in bed with her, I told her to do to me what she had done
to the floor.

   In the morning Fat Charlie made her lie naked across the table
while we ate. Her hands were still tied. Fat Charlie used Miranda's
hair for a napkin.

   And when we finished eating he used her breasts for an ash tray.
And he used her yelling mouth as a convenient hole to fuck in. Her
howls choked on his sperm when he shot it down her throat.

   Fat Charlie was a filthy slob. But I couldn't disguise the fact
that I loved what he did to Miranda. I loved it all. Charlie knew
that. Miranda knew that.

   Miranda begged me to take her away from Fat Charlie. I told Fat
Charlie about it. Fat Charlie brought six of his cronies around and
turned them loose on Miranda. I watched as they used her. As she
crawled for them. As she fucked and sucked and drank piss, I looked
her in the eye and I smiled.

   Fat Charlie hung her up by her wrists and all of them whipped
her. I took hold of the long yellow hair and pulled it, pulling her
head back, tautening the helpless arch of Miranda's body as they
whipped her breasts, and while she screamed I gazed into her
tortured eyes. I kissed her contorted mouth and I fucked her
twisting, squirming body in the ass as they lashed and lashed all
over her.

   In bed that night I held her hair and fucked her and made her
tell me all about what had happened to her. I kicked her out of the
bed and told her to crawl to Fat Charlie's room and suck his cock.
Miranda hated to suck Fat Charlie's cock.

   Fat Charlie was her father.

   I was her brother.

   Miranda had seduced me with her body to get me to take her away
from Fat Charlie. I had fucked her naked body for four days before
I told Charlie about that. Charlie had laughed and spread her out
on the living room floor and pulled her body as tight as it would
go and burned her all over with cigarettes for hours and hours. She
screamed so loud and squirmed and writhed and twisted so hard that
I came just from her pain, and my come spattered on her body, and
Fat Charlie laughed and told me to fuck her. And I fucked Miranda's
tautly stretched naked, aching body while she howled and bucked
under me, and then I fucked her mouth, and we kept her there for
days, fucking and burning and torturing her.

   And now when Fat Charlie tells her to kiss the floor, Miranda
kisses it passionately, fucking it with her body, and whimpering... 
