The Incestors (Mg, MMg, Anal, Oral, Gang)
By Osri134


Allan Wells sat in his living room watching the videos again and
again, his fifteen year old daughter gently stroking his cock as
they cuddled in the sofa. It had been a while since he and his
friends had 'Incested' someone, put them on the path to sexual
bliss with their own child. Nothing turned him on as much as
making them take that last voluntary step before finally
releasing them back into the 'wild' again, watching them as they
lived their lives after they had been 'Incested' and seeing the
signs that said that they still were committed to each other
years down the line.
There were a few failures, a few suicides and even imprisonments
along the way. Those had been pretty dismal failures in
themselves, but the Incestors had learned from those mistakes and
become much better at picking targets, picking only the ones that
they recognised as prime candidates.
The Incestors had continued to keep an eye on their subjects,
watching them when they thought that they were unseen;
videotaping them when they had sex for the groups own personal
pleasure library. They loved bringing more people into the fold,
they all enjoyed teaching others the ways of incest.
Now he was watching the father and daughter chosen as their next
target, observing their relationship, their love for each other.
The Incestors stayed away from men with older girls now,
preferring to pick men who were single fathers with very young
girls, the younger ones were easier to break and their fathers
just as easy to manipulate because of their absolute adoration
for their daughters.
Allan was getting excited watching this couple, seeing just how
much this man loved his daughter, how much she adored her father.
They were perfect.
Allan Wells gasped, cumming all over his belly. His daughter fell
on her knees and licked his cum off of his skin as he watched and
stroked her meaty buttocks.

Walter Seymore was distraught, his daughter had vanished and the
police had no clues about her abduction. He visited the station
every day, begging them to do something; pleading with them.
"We're doing everything we can!" the Inspector told him.
Walter left in a huff, not at all satisfied. The press
conferences and the interviews failed to glean anything at all
useful, the pleading for the kidnappers to return her to him also
did nothing. He was at his wit's end.
The long months rolled by, and he started to feel as though he
would never see her again. Having no word from the police didn't
help either.
"After a period of time has passed, it's the assumption that
she's been killed and disposed of." was the verdict behind the
scenes, though they never said that to his face though.
He sat alone, crying. After his wife had died Monica was all he
had, he refused to accept that she was gone too.

Monica Seymore lay alone on the bed again after a long night of
hard sex and savagely thrusting cocks. She was naked and her
stretched little pussy was sore and still leaking sperm from all
the continuous rapes she had suffered over the last few months,
the girl not really hurting too much now, she was getting used to
it.
They had started using her bum now too, pressing between her
plump, meaty little buttocks and forcing their 'cocks' up into
her bum-hole, deep into her aching bowels. It had hurt a lot in
the beginning, but not so much now. She had learned to suck them
off, to drink their cream down and lick the shit off their warm
shafts when they pulled out of her bum. She didn't mind that so
much now, especially since they told her that she would be with
her daddy very soon if she obeyed and did everything she was told
to do. She had to be a 'Good girl' for them, making the men feel
real good.
She had been down there in that cold, dark room for so long that
she didn't know what day it was any more. The men would come
down, strip naked and make her do stuff to their 'cocks' until
the cream came out and she licked it all up. Then they would push
it into her pussy and fuck her for a long, long time before they
squirted more of their stuff up inside her belly. Sometimes they
would pull out before that and give it to her to drink, spraying
into her mouth.
"Ooh! Yeah! Drink my Cum!" the man above her would gasp, fucking
her mouth while his cock jumped and spat cream into her throat.
She really didn't like it at first, the cream, the Cum, but they
told her that when she learned to like it; when she learned to be
a good girl-slut then she would see her Daddy again and after
they had helped them to become closer, they would sent them both
home. She did what they wanted, learned to like the cream, their
shitty cocks and the constant probing into her stretched little
holes.
The door at the top of the stairs opened and the big black guy
came down now. She didn't really like doing fucks with him, he
hurt a lot, his cock was just too big for her poor little pussy.
She preferred the other's cocks in that hole, but the black man
was much more gentle with her than the others, he talked to her
nice and did her bottom really slow. She could take him really
deep now, she could lay there and let him push up into her bum
because he always did her slowly.
"Hello little one!" he smiled as he dropped his clothes onto the
floor and climbed onto the bed., his huge cock pointing straight
up at her face.
"Hello Sir!" she smiled, just a little fear in her eyes.
"Don't worry Honey, I'm only going to do your arse today! OK?" he
smiled, his teeth white.
"OK!" she smiled with some relief.
He pulled her to him and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her
mouth. She sucked on it, drinking his spit and opening her mouth
wider for more. His fingers stroked and fondled her ten year old
body, her holes already greased and ready after the last session
with the red haired man with the mole on his chin.
Monica couldn't see any of their faces, they all had masks that
covered most of it from their forehead to their nose leaving
their mouths free.
The black man rolled her onto her back and slid down her body,
licking her skin and making her giggle with pleasure. She cooed
and gasped as he found her juicy little pussy and started
tonguing it, making her moan and raise her hips. He cupped her
small, plump buttocks in his big hands and lapped her leaking
hole until she thought she was gaining mad.
"Oooooh!" she moaned as she felt her 'feeling' riding in her
groin, "It's cominnnnng!!"
He tongued her faster, deeper, finding her swollen, sensitive bud
and sucking on it. She shuddered, crying out as the waves of
feeling ripped through her hips and her trembling legs, fingers
caught in the matted hair of the black man as he sucked and drank
at the opening of her leaking little pussy.
Monica lay gasping as the big black man rolled her onto her side
and lay behind her. She was still gasping as she felt his thick
black pole of warm meat nose up between her bum-cheeks and then
spread her open, surging into her tight bottom in one steady
push.
"Unngh!" she gasped as the log of meat sank into her bowels, much
easier than it had before.
"Ahh!" he gasped, "Nice and tight!"
He hugged her small body against his, pinching the nipples of her
budding chest with one hand and stroking her juicy little pussy
with the other.
"I love buggering you little one, you have such a nice, tight
arse-hole and it feels so nice when I shove my meat up into you!"
he gasped as she felt his cock surging deeper and deeper into her
bowels.
"Unngh! Oooooh!" she gasped suddenly, feeling surprisingly good
all of a sudden with him so deep in her guts.
The thick thing moving in her arse-hole was stroking her rectum,
sliding along her tightly gripping anal tube.
"Oooooh!" she moaned again, "Ahhhhh!"
"Got you!" he laughed, fucking her bottom faster. "I've got you
now you sweet little bitch!"

She lay against the sleeping man, his cock still buried deep in
her rectum. He had cum so many times in her, twice in her mouth
when she had to clean his shit covered cock. She didn't mind that
now, he told her that the time for her to see her Daddy was very
soon now. He said that it was because she was such a good girl.
Monica felt the thick black cock throb in her bottom and moaned
as it stirred in her guts. She wondered at how good it suddenly
felt inside her, how it made her feel as it reamed her bottom.
She realised that she actually liked it now. She started to move
against it, sliding it in and out of her own bottom herself as
the man slept.
"I'm a good girl!" she sighed.

Allen had lost all hope now. It had been six months since he had
any hope and a whole year since his daughter was taken from him.
The police investigation even went into his own past, trying to
see if he had actually killed his own daughter and come up with
this scheme. He was furious, walking out of the police station
and refusing to speak to anyone else who called him from the
authorities. He found out that someone had actually tipped them
off that he had 'disposed' of his daughter. He was so furious
that he couldn't speak.
The Police had pretty much wrapped up the investigation now and
he hated them for it.
When the phone rang, the Private Investigator who called him was
so soft spoken that he had to strain to hear him.
"Mr Seymore, I have been carrying out my own investigation and I
think I have some leads that we can follow up."
Walter almost jumped out of his chair with hope, any hope.
"Where? What leads?" he asked, pleaded.
"All I can say is that the police won't help you now, they think
she's dead and that you probably killed her." the soft-spoken man
said.
"Yes! Those bustards are not able to do their jobs and are trying
to pin it on me now." he said with raising anger.
"Be calm Mr Seymore, I have had experience of this kind of thing
before. Do you remember the Anderson case about two years ago?"
the voice asked.
"Anderson case?" he asked the PI.
"Yes, it was all over the news for a while and then died down to
nothing. The police said that their was no chance to find any
trace and gave up." the voice said.
Walter thought a bit and then brightened.
"Yes! I remember. The girl was recovery by a private investigator
after he went under cover. The father was also abducted and he
and his daughter were released after some time." he said.
"That PI was me Mr Seymore, what that report didn't say was that
the father had to pay a substantial mouth of money to get her
back and he had to remain with his kidnappers until they got the
money." quiet-voice said.
"I have some cash, not a lot, a few thousand!" he bubbled, seeing
some hope.
"Calm yourself Mr Seymore, it may not come to that just yet. Let
me look into some contacts I have and see if there are
similarities. I will talk to you again soon." the line went dead
and Walter sat back, the phone still in his hand.

Monica sucked the man's cock harder, wanting to please him so
very much. She knew that if she did a really good job on him he
would let her see her Daddy again.
She was still a bit freaked out by the face that they had all
started wearing masks with her father's face on it. The picture
was of him smiling, she recognised it as one of the photos that
she always carried around with her.
Every time she looked up at the man's face she saw her Daddy
looking at her, smiling as she suckled and lapped at the cock in
her small mouth.
The men were so proud of her now, she was able to take them down
her throat without gagging. She could make them all cum now, even
the man with the very soft voice who scared her a little. He had
spent those first nights tearing her pussy and forcing his cock
inside her. He had hurt her so much, fucked her until she was
sore, teaching her lots of dirty new words that made her blush.
Now he told her that he was bringing her Daddy to her and that
she would have to show them how much she loved him or they would
keep her and send him away forever. Monica had cried, sobbing as
he buggered her, begging the man to let her go home.
"Only if you do nice things to your Daddy for us to see and make
him cum, then you can go home with him." he said in his eerie,
quiet voice.
"OK!" she said softly and he came hard up her bum, pulling it out
and making her clean him with her talented little tongue.
After that they wore these new masks, using her holes all day. At
first it was a bit off-putting, but she got used to it now and
did her best to please them all.
Soon it would be her own Daddy and then they would let her go
home.

Walter waited almost a month before the voice on the phone told
him to bring the money and drive to an abandoned warehouse up
past the docks where he would be met by a man inside.
"Don't bring anyone with you or they might do something stupid. I
will be nearby just in case." said the soft voice.
Walter drove the five miles to the old docks and found the
deserted building he had been told about. Inside he waited until
a man stepped out of a shadow carrying a gun.
"Drop the bag and come here please!" the man said with a thick
Welsh accent that Walter was certain he was putting on. He
couldn't see the man's face at all and he was hoping that this
wasn't a trick just to get his money.
"Turn around!"
A hand holding a thick cloth covered his mouth, he felt nauseous
first as the strong smell of the chloroform took hold.
Walter crumpled to the ground.

Walter woke up naked and shackled to a bed in the basement of a
building somewhere. He found that he couldn't move and his mouth
was gagged. He was very frightened, realising that he had been
tricked and now they were going to do unimaginable and obscene
things to him.
A man walked down a staircase off to his right somewhere and
stood just outside of his view.
"Welcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly!" the soft
spoken voice laughed, "We have so much time on our hands that I
thought you'd like to see all the things we taught your little
girl!"
Walter wanted to scream. What had they done to his little girl?
Raped her?
Suddenly she walked naked out of the side of the room. His little
Monica had grown taller in that year he missed her, her hips had
flared slightly and her breasts had started to form. He looked
into her eyes and she smiled in recognition and longing.
"Go to him, show him what we taught you and make him cum in you
or we will send him away and you will never see him again." said
the quiet voice.
Walter lay there, struggling against his bonds. But they were
securely fastened and he was unable to close his legs or even
roll over to escape.
"Hi Daddy!" she smiled, happy at seeing him again. "I have to
fuck you or they won't let me go with you, OK?"
He stared at her, unable to say anything with the wadding taped
into his mouth.
She climbed between his legs and took his balls in his hand,
fondling them and caressing them gently. He groaned in despair as
she bent down and started licking them, sucking them one at a
time into her small mouth gently. He groaned again as he felt his
cock stir. She noticed and took it in her small, soft hand.
"Daddy, you're going to have to do things with me or they won't
let me go with you." she told him as she continued to play with
his balls and stared gently stroking his stiffening shaft, "They
are going to take me out of the country and sell me to a bad man.
Please don't let them take me away!"
She bent again and sucked the tip of his cock into her warm, wet
mouth making him gasp both in horror and pleasure. It had been a
long time since he had any sex, concentrating all his time on
bringing her up after her mother died and then looking for her
when these bastards stole her from him.
He felt his cock hardening as she began so suck on it, rubbing
her little tongue around the sensitive head and then deep into
her mouth. He groaned again as he watched her devour him, taking
him all the way into her mouth as she looked up into his eyes,
enjoying this too much.
What had they down to his baby?
He closed his eyes, not wanting to see this, not wanting to feel
the way he was right now.
"Look at me Daddy!" she said after sucking her mouth off him,
"Look at me or they punish me!"
He opened his eyes to find several men in masks standing around
the bed. Two of them had video cameras, taking footage of what
was happening, the others had long sticks that buzzed as they
waved them around. He knew what they were and what they would do
to his daughter if he disobeyed.
He nodded to the man looking down at him near his head and the
man signalled for the men to back off.
They vanished back into the shadows and Monica breathed a sigh of
relief, bending down again and sucking his unwilling cock back
into her surprisingly skilled mouth.
She played with his balls and sucked his shaft, sticking a small
finger up his bum as she smiled up at him. He shuddered at last,
her lips feeling amazing as he tried not to think of her as his
own daughter sucking his cock. He felt his balls tighten, and the
gave a muffled gasp as his cock jumped in her mouth. It spat and
spat thick, glutenous sperm answer she moaned in delight,
suckling hard and stroking his throbbing shaft.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned and slowly sucked her mouth off him, raising
up do show that she had swallowed it all down.
There was clapping as she bent down again and continued to suck
and lick her father's cock some more, then she climbed up onto
him and fed him into her deep, tight little pussy all the way in
until their hips met. She sighed just as he gasped a muffled sob,
tears rolling down his cheeks. He was in his daughter, his own
loving daughter. He felt horrible, he wanted to die with shame
and disgust.
Monica leaned forwards, placing her small hands on his chest and
smiling down into his tearful eyes.
"Oooooh! That's nice!" she said, "Don't cry Daddy, we have to do
this or they'll send me away!"
He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut briefly, opening them again
before they used the sticks on his Baby. He groaned as the girl's
very tight pussy squeezed him as she slid up and down on his
cock, he could feel her gripping him so hard.
"Oh Daddy, that's nice!" she sighed again, moving faster. “So
niiiiice!”
Walter gasped into the gag again and felt someone pulling the
tape off, then removing the cloth wadding in his mouth. He worked
his dried lips and licked them, looking at the man who stepped
back into the darkness then at his daughter smiling down at him
as she fucked him on the bed.
He didn't want it to feel this good, didn't want to like this,
but that slow desire for her tight little hole started to slowly
spread through him, making his hips move. She moaned and her
fingers dug into his chest.
"Ooh! Daddy!"  she sighed, leaning forwards some more, her hips
moving faster.
"Oh God!" he gasped as the evil feelings course through his body,
making him need this, knowing that it was sick.
He knew that if he didn't do this he might never see his little
girl again.
"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me and take me home!" she sobbed.
He was thrusting up at her, feeling her tightening around him.
His cock starting to throb again. He cried out and came hard
inside his daughter, squinting and squinting hard into her tight
little pussy.
"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she moaned, her vaginal grip tightening around
his cock.
She collapsed on top of him, her pussy squeezing and squeezing.
She had had an orgasm. They lay there, gasping for breath as the
sound of clapping echoed through the room.

He was freed, made to fuck her some more after he attempted to
rush them and they punished them both with the stun-sticks,
Monica getting the worst of it as he was held by the big black
guy and made to watch as the tortured her. After that he behaved,
laying on his side and sodomising his little girl as they watched
and filmed it all. She pulled off him and used her mouth to clean
him, happily.
"I love you so much Daddy!" she said as they rested, hugging each
other tightly.
"I love you too Honey!" he sobbed in shame, "I missed you so very
much!"
They were fed and he was made to watch as they took turns in her,
cumming deep in all her holes for the last time. The huge black
man fed his monster up Monica's bum and sodomised her as she rode
his cock again, the man twisting her face so that he could kiss
her.
Then she rode his face, Walter forced to eat her plump young,
well used pussy until she orgasmed again.
They kept them in that cellar for a month, making them fuck and
suck each other, making him sleep inside her every night until he
got erect from watching her, from touching her.
Then they placed the cloth over their mouths and he knew now
more.

He woke up in hospital, he daughter standing by his side. She
claimed that she ran away from home because she had an argument
with her father and that she actually was sleeping rough, eating
out of the supermarket bins.
The ragged clothes that the men had supplied her attested to that
fact and the police apologised to Walter for not doing enough to
find her.
Walter dismissed them with a wave of his hand, not wanting to
speak to them. He had been through a harrowing experience and
just wanted to go home now.

He lay in bed trying to sleep, unable to think of anything but
the accustomed soft skin of his daughter's plump little bottom in
his hands.
The door opened and Monica stepped into the room. She was naked
and her smile said she needed him.
He had fought long and hard against this, but he raised up and
lifted the corner of the sheet for her. The girl ran over and
jumped into bed, pressing her warm body up against her father's.
She could feel his stiff cock poking at her tummy, ready for her.
"Fuck me Daddy!" she cooed.

Allan Wells sat in the van, watching the screen with delight. The
couple were in deep sexual throes of passion, the man on top of
the little girl, thrusting savagely into her and summing hard.
Allan smiled in satisfaction. It had been another successful
incestation for his team, one more couple that they would monitor
and keep tabs on.
He leaned back and relaxed. Soon he would go home to his own
sweet little pussy, his sixteen year old daughter had been his
lover for eight years now. She was so good to him, making him
squeal with her wonderful lips and tongue.
Now he had his eye on another couple, this time a mother and son.

End



  
The Incestors