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SISTER RAPE 1

                              By Thunder


        Shannon Harris sat on the living room couch and watched
        her older brother Mark out of the corner of her eye.  Mark
        was sitting in their dad's recliner, sipping beer and
        keeping one hand stuffed down his pants while he watched the
        tape playing on the TV.

        Every now and then Mark would look over at her and
        smile.  Mark was what you would call handsome:  tall,
        well-built (he lifted weights every day), with shaggy dark
        brown hair and gray eyes.  He had a handsome, friendly
        face...most of the time.

        Shannon felt giddy whenever her brother looked at her.
        He hadn't been the same person all week.  He'd been acting
        strange, sometimes mean, sometimes...weird.  All of this had
        started a week ago, when her parents had left to spend the
        summer in Mexico and left her with Mark.

        Mark was 18 and old enough to take care of them both.
        Shannon was just 11.  She'd looked forward to having the
        summer with Mark.  The two of them were very close.  At
        least until now, she thought.

        Mark had never had a girlfriend, though girls called
        all the time and asked him out.  Mostly he hung around with
        her and her friends, sort of like a chaperon.  And they all
        liked having him around.  He was a lot of fun and like a kid
        sometimes.

        But all that changed shortly after their parents left.
        Mark's behavior first showed itself as they were driving
        home from the airport.  He'd suddenly pulled over and put
        his arms around her, giving her a firm, deep kiss on the
        mouth.  Mark had kissed her on the mouth before, but they
        had always been quick, sweet kisses.  This time it was
        anything but sweet.  Mark shoved his tongue into her mouth
        and she nearly gagged.  Finally she'd managed to twist away,
        nearly in tears.  "Stop Mark, please!", she'd begged.  He'd
        hugged her very tightly, telling her he just wanted to show
        how much he loved her.  Shannon wanted very much to believe
        that, because she loved her older brother.  So she'd
        accepted it.  She'd even let him kiss her again.  He was
        gentle this time, but the kiss was deep.  He'd used his
        tongue again, too.  Then he'd told her that every time he
        kissed her, for the rest of the summer, it was going to be
        like that.  Shannon accepted it.

        From there, everything went downhill.  As soon as they
        got home, her sweet, loving brother sat her down and ticked
        off his "rules" like a drill instructor.  She was not to
        leave the house without telling him.  She was not to tell
        anyone what he did to or with her, or anything that went on
        at the house, especially not adults, and especially not
        their parents!

        "You're mine this summer, and you'll do as I say", he
        told her.  Shannon, still being innocent at her age, had
        agreed.  Even if Mark was acting funny.

        Mark had other things he wanted, as well.  She was to
        sunbathe for at least one hour per day on the back
        porch--nude.  Shannon didn't like the sound of that--what if
        somebody saw?  But she agreed to do it.  Further, she was to
        shower daily--with him.

        Shannon told him no.  It was bad enough he wanted her
        to sunbathe nude--but take showers with him?  Innocent as
        she was, Shannon knew something was wrong.  She refused to
        do what Mark told her.

        "Fine.  Then when mom and dad call, I'll tell them
        you've been bad.  And you'll never get that pony you wanted.
         Remember?"

        Shannon had gasped.  Her parents had promised that if
        she was good all summer, she'd get a pony for her birthday
        in September.  A real one she would ride on weekends and
        during the summer.  But if Mark said she was bad...

        She agreed to do what he wanted.  Mark had been
        pleased.

                                  xxx

        That night, and the rest of the week, Mark had kept her
        at home, letting her see none of her friends, telling them
        she was sick.  During that time a lot happened to change
        Shannon's perceptions of her brother.

        Aside from the kissing, showers and sunbathing, Mark
        started using swear words around her.  He'd never done that
        before.  His favorite was "fuck".  The first time they were
        in the shower, he introduced her to his penis, which he
        called "Mr. Stiffy".  It certainly was stiff, Shannon saw,
        as it bobbed in front of her eyes.  Mark had explained to
        her what was done with it, pointing out the precious parts
        of her young body as well.

        It was the first time Shannon had actually considered
        herself.  She was a pretty girl, with golden blonde hair
        that fell in teased waves past her shoulders, and green
        eyes, like her mom's.  Her small body was slender, already
        developing curves, her tiny breasts just forming, with the
        pink nipples contrasting against her newly tanned skin.  Her
        tiny slit was flat against her abdomen, her ass small and
        tight, and her legs long and shapely.

        Shannon had been a little afraid then that Mark might
        put his cock, as he called it, into her mouth or her cunt,
        as he called her slit, while they were in the shower.  But
        he didn't.  He was actually very nice to her.

        That first shower, Shannon also had her first orgasm.
        Mark had insisted on soaping her down, paying special
        attention to her cunt.  As his hand played over her, moving
        back and forth, then in gentle circles, she'd felt strange
        stirrings run up her abdomen, teasing her insides and making
        them quiver.  She began to pant, her whole body trembling
        now.  Mark slipped his finger into her.  It hurt a little,
        but not much, because he didn't go far, but the teasing,
        tingling feeling increased.

        "Whats...happening...?", she panted, leaning against
        Mark as her knees grew weak.

        "Feel good?", Mark asked.

        "Y-Yes!", she panted.

        "You're having an orgasm", Mark told her.  "Want more?"

        "Yes!"

        Mark had rubbed a little faster, a little harder, and
        the feeling got better, overwhelmed her, and her eyes rolled
        up in her head and she collapsed against him, panting and
        trembling and out of breath.

        When she was finally able to straighten up, Mark showed
        her how to do it herself.  She plunged her little finger in
        as she instructed, feeling around.  There was a wall of
        flesh in there that stopped her probing, and when she pushed
        on it, she hurt.  She told Mark.  He told her it was her
        cherry, and she'd lose it soon enough.  He didn't tell her
        how.  She just assumed it would go away itself.

        After the shower, Mark dried her off and took her to
        his room, where he had her lay down and then he spread her
        legs.  This time, he used his mouth down there, and it was
        even better.

        After that, things were sort of normal.  She spent the
        afternoon with Mark doing house chores, then he wanted to
        play.  The game he wanted to play was called Kidnapped.
        They'd played it before, lots of times.  Mark would pretend
        to grab her, then tie her up and gag her.  After a while
        he'd let her go.

        Today was different, though.  After he tied her up and
        gagged her, he pulled her shorts and panties down and
        fingered and sucked her to two orgasms.  Shannon found she
        liked it.  Mark's behavior no longer worried her, in
        fact--it was enjoyable.  At the time.

        Over the next two days, it was pretty much the same.
        At night Mark brought home porno tapes, either ones he
        rented or ones that came in plain boxes.  The rented ones
        were of men and women, but the other ones were with girls
        like her, sometimes with two or three men.  Mark insisted
        Shannon play with herself while she watched, so she did.
        Just watching gave her a funny feeling.

        After a while, though, she noticed that the girls on
        the tapes didn't seem to be having much fun, especially when
        the men put their cocks in the girls mouths or cunts, and
        even their asses!  On the last tape, it got even weirder.
        In this one the girls were tied up and gagged, and some bled
        when the men put their cocks into the girl's cunts.  Shannon
        could hardly watch.  Mark, on the other hand, was getting
        very excited.  He had taken out his cock and was jerking it
        wildly.  He came three or four times, too.  He'd told
        Shannon that something came out when a man played with it,
        but she'd never seen it before!

        The first time he came, Mark had scooped it up on his
        fingers and told Shannon to lick it off.  When she'd
        refused, he threatened to say she'd been bad.  So she'd
        licked it off.  It was salty sweet and gooey, but it wasn't
        too bad.  When Mark had come again, he'd told her to lick it
        off his body.  She'd done so quickly.  She had seen more on
        his cock, but he told her not to worry about it yet.

        And so it went on, until in one scene, a pretty, dark
        haired girl in a brownie scout uniform was led in.  She was
        bound and gagged but quiet, not crying.  Shannon thought she
        looked familiar.

        "I know her!", she said.

        Mark jumped up and switched off the VCR.  "Okay, enough
        for tonight", he'd announced.  "Go to bed."

        "But..."

        "Go!"

        So Shannon went.  She'd considered sneaking down to
        look again, but didn't want to get Mark mad.  Besides, the
        films worried her.  It was fun doing things with her
        brother, whom she trusted--weird as he'd been--but with
        strangers, she could never do it.

        On the following day, the weirdness got weirder.  She
        got up to dress and saw that someone had been in her closet.
         On closer inspection, she realized all of her pants were
        gone, as were all of her long holiday dresses, flip flops
        and anything but a few pairs of dress slippers and sneakers.
         Her other dresses and shorts were still left, but her tube
        tops and tank tops were gone as well.  But something else
        was there.  Several pairs of pantyhose, all sheer nudes,
        with holes stitched in front and back.  Along with them were
        several pairs of white cotton little girl panties, similarly
        stitched.

        Shannon was wondering about all this when Mark walked
        in.  Without a word he pointed to the bed.  Shannon lay down
        and spred her legs for him, and he fingered her roughly to
        orgasm.  It hurt more than it felt good.


        "Now got get some sun, shower and get dressed", he told
        her coldly.  Shannon did as she was told, then
        returned to get dressed.  Mark had laid out her
        clothes:  a pair of the crotchless panties, a pair of
        hose, a white long sleeve blouse and vest, a short
        denim skirt and white slippers.  He watched her while
        she dressed, then pushed her down on the bed.

        "This first", he told her, pulling out a coil of
        rope his back pocket.  He used it to tie her wrists together
        behind her back.  Grabbing a pair of panties from her
        drawer, he stuffed them in her mouth.

        Shannon knew what was going to happen next, because of
        the tapes last night.  She lay there, frozen in horror, as
        Mark took his pants down, freeing his huge, hard cock.  He
        climbed up between her legs and shoved his finger into her,
        starting another orgasm, despite her fear.

        "I'm going to fuck you, sis", he told her.  "Hell, I'm
        going to rape you!  And this isn't going to be it.  No way.
        I'm going to do it all summer.  And other guys are going to
        do it with you.  You've teased me long enough, baby sister!"

        Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped it.  Mark's hips
        thrust forward, pushing into her.  She screamed again.  He
        was at her hymen.  He thrust once more.

        Shannon gasped.  It felt like she'd been punched in the
        gut.  She felt her hymen tear.  She felt Mark slide far up
        inside of her, deeper than ever before.  And it really hurt.

        Her scream was more of a pained moan; the world was
        flashing, spinning, moving in and out.  Mark was leering at
        her, her own brother, moving in and out of her.  Raping her.

        So that was what this was called, she found herself
        thinking.  It hurts so bad.  The pain was all she was aware
        of.  Not the tears on her face, not the fact that Mark was
        dumping his load of cum in her underdeveloped womb, his
        entire body shaking with his own orgasm.

        The rape went on for hours, Mark spending himself in
        her time and again, to the point that he was actually
        hurting himself.  She drifted, unaware, until...

        The teasing.  It was there.

        Shannon was suddenly aware of it, among the pain and
        the discomfort.  That good feeling again, building.  Even
        though her insides burned, it was there.  Mark was moving
        slowly now, looking tired.  The sun was lower in the sky
        where it hung outside her window.  Shannon began to moan.

        "It's about fucking time", Mark muttered.

        Her orgasm hit her with glorious force, washing away
        everything.  Immediately, she passed out.

                                  xxx

        When she woke later that evening, she was in bed, naked
        and sore.  But she'd been untied and Mark was leaning over
        her, looking more like his old self.  He gave her a kiss on
        the cheek.  "I'm sorry I had to hurt you so badly, sis", he
        told her softly.

        Shannon started crying.  "Why, Mark?"

        "Because you're so hot, sis.  You're gorgeous and I've
        wanted to fuck you for a long time.  So when mom and dad
        left, I knew I had a chance.  Except that I couldn't do it
        unless I had complete control.  I had to rape you."

        "But why?", she sobbed.

        Mark stroked her hair gently.  "Okay, listen.  I'm a
        control freak, alright?  You're not the first little girl
        I've done this to.  See, there's these guys I met up with,
        and their like me.  Somehow they found out about you and
        wanted me to bring you around so they could rape you.  But I
        was afraid they'd hurt you too much.  I know I hurt you when
        I raped you, but I didn't hit your or beat you, okay?  I
        could never hurt you like that.  But those guys...I wanted
        you to be ready."

        "Are you going to rape me again?  Are they?"

        "Yeah.  We all are."

        "No!"

        Suddenly Mark's face hardened.  "Now you listen, sis.
        I'm trying to be nice.  Like it or not, you're going to get
        it.  You agree to let me, and anybody else, and I'll do my
        best to help you have orgasms everytime.  And I'll tell mom
        and dad you were really good this summer.  It's not much of
        a price to pay.  Your virgnity for a new pony."

        Shannon, lacking the experience and knowledge older
        girls had, considered it.  Somehow, a pony seemed more
        important than letting men use her body.  She didn't know
        much about dignity or self-respect, you see.

        "Okay, Mark.  But please, no more tonight."

        Mark's face softened.  "No more tonight.  Tomorrow
        you'll suck me, though, and I'll fuck your ass.  Then you
        get a day to rest, okay?  Then I want to show you
        something."

        Shannon nodded.  She thought she might even get to like
        it--especially if she could have orgasms.  "Okay."

        "Good girl.  There's more to this, sis, that I'll tell
        you right now.  Now go to sleep."

        "Stay with me, Mark?", she begged.  "Just don't...don't
        do anything, okay?"

        "Okay", Mark agreed.

                                    xxx
        Mark did not stay, however.  After his sister was asleep, he
        picked up the phone and dialed his parents hotel in Mexico.
        It took a bit to get connected, but when he was on, he was
        all too pleased to hear his father's voice.

        They talked for a long time, then hung up.  Yawning, Mark
        returned to his little sister, eager to snuggle up to her
        naked, warm body.

                                    xxx
         The following day Mark spent raping her ass.  He left her
        naked and but tied and gagged her.  He was pretty gentle--he
        told her he didn't like doing asses much.  He even taught
        her how to take it without much hurt.  Shannon learned
        quickly.

                                  xxx

        And so, Shannon found herself sitting on the couch,
        feeling giddy as she watched Mark.  She didn't know why, but
        soon, she would.


        Shannon turned her attention to the porn flick on the
        TV.  Shannon watched closely as women went up and down on
        guys cocks, studying the things they did.  So did Mark.

        Shannon had learned something else that day, as well.
        When Mark tied her hands, or just handled her roughly, she
        got hot and wet.  That was good, because after dinner, Mark
        had tied her hands and broken his promise by raping her.
        The wetness made things hurt a lot less, and she'd enjoyed
        it.  It became more enjoyable when she screamed, since that
        really turned Mark on.  Even the pain added to it all, and
        soon she found herself wanting Mark to rape her again and
        again, even to hurt her.

        When Mark was done, he didn't untie her.  She'd begged
        him to do it again, eager to have his stiff cock in her.
        But he was limp now, and none of it did any good.

        "Beg me not to", he told her.

        "Please Mark, no more", she begged, putting as much
        fear into her voice as she could.  His cock started to
        harden.  The more she pleaded and cried, the harder it got.
        And when he raped her again, she loved it.

        When it came time to suck his cock, Shannon resisted.
        It turned both of them on.  She was actually a little
        scared, and the fear turned her on even more.  He pushed
        her, resisting, until his cock was in her mouth, pushed
        until she choked.  Only then did he let up, and Shannon went
        to work on his shaft, sucking, licking and blowing until his
        hot cum was shooting down her throat.

        He raped her six times that night, mouth and cunt and
        once up the ass.  She loved every second.  She found she
        liked to be treated roughly, to be hurt without being
        whipped or slapped or beaten.

        Afterward, Mark showed her the rest of the tape.  She
        did know the Brownie scout; her name was Missy, and three
        years ago, she'd disappeared.  On the tape, three men and a
        boy--Mark, no less--were raping her.  It turned Shannon on.
        She wished she could trade places with that girl.  The idea
        of being held captive, raped and used and abused like that,
        turned her on endlessly.  She asked Mark whatever happened
        to Missy, and he told her that after they were done, she was
        turned over to another group of guys who used her in a snuff
        film.

        "She was raped, tortured and finally killed", Mark
        told her.  For some reason, Shannon got even more excited.
        She questioned Mark endlessly about how they got Missy and
        what it was like, then asked him when she could get some
        strange guys to do her.

        "Not right away, and not alone", Mark told her.  "Give
        it a few days.  I want to be there to be safe.  After that,
        well...you could always be sold, or let some guy pick you
        up.  But you might get killed."  He said the last thing
        without much concern.

        "I don't care", Shannon insisted, lost in her lust.  "I
        want to be taken and raped and used.  I really do!"

                                  xxx

        That night, Shannon fantasized about strange men luring
        her into their cars, of dozens of escaped convicts raping
        her young body.  The next day she and Mark rented as many
        rape videos as they could get, and Mark got some more
        unmarked ones.  Shannon soon added having her nipples
        pinched and clothes torn to her fantasies.

        For the remainder of the two weeks Mark kept her around
        the house, her fantasies grew.  With Mark's help they began
        to write them down on his computer and sent them to bulletin
        boards he was on.  The fantasies got darker, with her
        winding up dead or even tortured in some.  In still others,
        she'd begun to add her friends, particularly her best friend
        Julie Roberts.  The idea of Julie getting it really turned
        her on.

        For the time being, however, it was just her and Mark.
        As the week drew to a close, he raped her less and less.
        Over the last two days, he didn't touch her at all.

        On the morning of the last day he told her they were
        going shopping.  Once more he laid out her clothes:  a white
        long sleeve blouse and an acid washed mini skirt, white
        slippers--the clothes she'd first been raped in.  He gave
        her a pair of the crotchless panties and the holey hose to
        wear as well.  She was practically shaking with excitement,
        realizing how many men would see her.

        They drove to the mall.  It was a huge place, two
        stories, and easy to get lost in.  Somehow, she did,
        becoming separated from Mark.  Up until last week, she'd
        have been terrified.  Now she was excited.

        She got a lot of looks, and eventually, a young man
        approached her.  He asked her her name and then asked her if
        she'd like to have some pictures taken.  She went along
        eagerly.

        He led her to a van in the lot and helped her in--then
        shoved her to the floor and pinned her down.  Shannon
        screamed and he slapped her.  Not very hard, but enough that
        she knew to be quiet, and enough to scare her.  Either way,
        she was already getting wet.

        Shannon begged him not to hurt her, forcing tears that
        came all too easy.  He just grinned and dropped his pants.
        He wasn't as big as Mark, but he'd do.  He flipped up her
        skirt and stared at the hose underneath.

        "What's this?"

        "M-My b-brother w-wants me to wear them", she said.

        "Smart", he laughed, and slammed into her.

        Shannon screamed.  That hurt!  But she liked it anyway.
         The man's hand clamped over her mouth and his other hand
        caught her wrists and held them together as he had his way
        with her.  Shannon hid her orgasm behind whimpers and sobs.
        The guy neither seemed to notice nor care that she was wet
        and not a virgin.  Mark had told her to lie and say she had
        an accident that caused her hymen to tear, in case anybody
        asked, and she didn't know why she was wet.  He said that
        probably wouldn't matter, anyway.

        As her orgasm hit, something else occured to
        Shannon--Mark wasn't there.  He said he would be, too, but
        he wasn't.  Suddenly she realized that this man was indeed a
        total stranger...and she was at his mercy.

        The stranger came a minute or so later, spewing his
        load inside of her.  He pulled out and made her lick him
        clean.  "Not bad", he told her.  When he finishd, he tied
        her hands behind her and gagged her with a strip of tape,
        then tied her ankles.  Then he climbed into the driver's
        seat and they took off.

        Shannon realized, with a thrill of excitement and
        terror, she would probably die today.  She wondered how, and
        would he torture her first?

        The van stopped about half an hour later, and the side
        door opened.  Four men in leather jackets and chains got in.
         Bikers.  Shannon felt her heart leap.

        Over the next six hours Shannon endured a brutal gang
        rape that stretched her young body to the limits.  There
        were fifteen men in all, and each took her every way he
        could, in positions she'd never imagined.  Her clothes were
        torn off, she was slapped, her cunt and stomach punched
        several times when she resisted.  She was choked unconcious
        twice while they raped her, bringing on untold orgasms.

        After the first hour, all of her excitment and lust
        faded and gave way to fear.  By the sixth hour she was numb
        inside and sore outside.  They dumped her unceremoniously
        out of the van into a grass patch beneath some trees,
        leaving only her ankles untied.  After a while she managed
        to get up and started walking.

        It wasn't long before she was picked up by four high
        school boys.  With her clothes in tatters, her hands bound
        behind her and only slippers on her feet, three of them took
        turns on her.  It didn't matter that she was only eleven.
        It didn't matter that she'd been used.  They saw pussy and
        they took it.

        The fourth boy took her when the others were done and
        held her tightly.  She cried into his shoulder, needing the
        comfort.  Eventually the other boys dropped her and him off
        near another car.

        As soon as the others drove off, he raped her, too.  He
        called her slut and whore and said she deserved it.  She
        felt she did.

        When he was done, he at least took her home.  That was
        when he revealed he knew her and Mark.  He didn't say
        anything else.

        Five minutes later she stumbled inside.  Mark jumped up
        from the couch and ran over to her, holding her tight.  He
        untied her, got her to the shower, and put her to bed.  He
        was good the whole time.  She told him everything, and then
        he gave her a sleeping pill and she was out like a light.

                                  xxx
        She spent the next three days in bed recovering.  Not
        only physically, but mentally.  And found that, in
        retrospect, she'd enjoyed herself.  Only now did she realize
        that.  It was terrifyingly fun.

        When she finally got out of bed, Mark told her Julie
        had been by.  A slow, sly smile crossed her face.  "Mark, do
        you think maybe Julie would...join me?", she asked.

        Mark grinned.  "I think that could be arranged..."

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SISTER RAPE 
 
                                 By Thunder
 
                                 Chapter 2a        
        Shannon had spent much of the last three days reflecting on
        her feelings during the rape.  Being raped by her brother
        had been one thing.  She knew and trusted and loved her
        brother and deep down, knew that though he was hurting her,
        he still loved her and he would somehow make it all better.
        By that, she meant, he would bring her to orgasm.  And
        afterward, no matter how brutal the assault, he would treat
        her well.
 
        Strangers were different, and it was in that that Shannon
        found the true excitement of the rape.  You never knew what
        a stranger would do, and that scared her.  She liked that
        fear.  On top of that was the knowledge that this person was
        a total stranger--and he was free to use her as he wished,
        to view and touch and fondle her most private parts, while
        she was powerless to stop him.
 
        Being helpless, being roughly handled--these turned her on
        in ways she would never imagine.  There was also the
        suddeness of the attack--it might come anytime, anywhere, by
        almost anyone.  You never knew just how many would do it, or
        how often it would happen.  Shannon fantasized about being
        raped in her own bed, or being pulled into a car, or even
        being raped in school, spread eagled on a desk while every
        teacher and male student had his way with her.
 
        And then, there was the pain.  Shannon found it exciting.
        Pain increased her orgasms and made her weak. When the
        bikers had punched her cunt during the rape, she had come
        instantly.  Being choked into unconsciousness had been a
        wild, powerful climax for her.
 
        All of this, the fear, the pain, the unknowing and the
        helplessness, the strangeness--all of it drew her to be
        raped again and again.
 
        Shannon also wanted to see how it was for other little
        girls.  She wanted to see them get raped.  She'd begged Mark
        to take her along when he went out to rape other little
        girls.  He promised he would, after she helped him get her
        best friend, Julie Roberts.  Shannon was eager to see Julie
        get raped, and she knew Julie would like it as much as she
        did.  If she didn't, Shannon didn't care.  Her own needs and
        desires had displaced anything else, a fantasy so strong
        nothing mattered but having it fulfilled.
 
        For now, she was stuck at home.  Most of the bruises she'd
        sustained during the gang rape had healed, but Mark wanted
        her to stay home for at least another day.  He was acting
        like her big brother again, treating her with kid gloves,
        instead of using and abusing her body as he had only a few
        days ago.
 
        Shannon gave in, submissive as usual, and did as Mark told
        her.  She had to confine herself to masturbating to her
        fantasies or the numerous sex tapes Mark had.  Mark didn't
        provide her any relief.  In fact, he was acting like he felt
        guilty for what he'd done to her.
 
        Mark was always home, either cleaning the house or watching
        the tapes with her.  When he was with her, he watched her
        intently, his eyes gleaming as he followed her fingers,
        moving in and out of her cunt.
 
        Eventually she got to the tape of the Brownie scout, Missy.
        Mark had let her see the rest a few nights ago--or so she
        thought.  She'd been too busy questioning him about what
        happened to Missy to watch the rest.
 
        This time, she decided to watch.
 
        As it got to the last part she'd seen, little Missy, only
        seven, lay bound and gagged and sobbing on the bed. Her
        uniform was ripped to shreds and blood from her torn hymen
        coated her abdomen and inner thighs.  Mark and the men were
        standing around her, stark naked and panting.  Shannon
        masturbated slowly, imagining herself in young Missy's
        place.  She figured the film was over, since Mark had told
        her that they'd given Missy to some other guys who'd raped,
        tortured and killed her.
 
        Suddenly, one of the men leaned forward and slapped the
        little girl hard, across the face.  Missy screamed and was
        slapped again.  Another man punched her cunt, making her
        double up.  Mark and the others straightened her out, while
        the last man produced a pair of C-clamps, which he attached
        to the girl's nipples.
 
        Shannon bit her lip.  She knew that had to hurt, and wanted
        to feel it at the same time.  She began to masturbate
        faster, her fingers working in and out of her furiously, her
        orgasm nearing it's climax.
 
        And then the totally unexpected happened.  Mark got on the
        bed, forcing his cock into the little girl.  Clutched in
        his right hand was a knife.  Mark began raping the little
        girl, while his left hand moved up under her chin, forcing
        her head back, exposing her soft, white throat.
 
        Shannon stared, half in disbelief and half in total
        excitement, as Mark reached up with the knife and slit the
        little girl's throat from ear to ear.
 
        Without warning Shannon suddenly climaxed, the most powerful
        orgasm she'd ever felt.  She let out a shrieking moan and
        nearly fell off the couch, her insides clutching together as
        the full force of the orgasm passed through her.  Her eyes
        lit briefly on the screen, where Mark was continuing to rape
        the dying girl, whose blood was pouring out of her throat,
        all over the bed...
 
        Slowly, shaking violently with the power of her climax,
        Shannon got to her feet.  The tape had faded to black now,
        the last sight Mark screaming with delight as he came in the
        girl.  With what seemed like all the effort she could
        muster, Shannon hit the rewind button.
 
        She let it go a few seconds, then hit PLAY.  The scene
        started over with the man punching the girl's cunt.  Shannon
        hit PAUSE and sat down, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
         She could hardly believe what she'd seen--or how it had
        felt to see it!
 
        She'd masturbated to a few dark fantasies with her own death
        in them, but actually seeing a young girl die--a girl not
        much younger than she was--was powerfully erotic.  She
        shoved her fingers into her cunt and began to masturbate
        furiously, hitting the PAUSE button again before sitting
        back, pinching at her nipples as well, putting herself once
        more in Missy's place.
 
        She could imagine it now, the pain, the horror, watching as
        Mark entered the girl, imagining not Mark, but some
        stranger, entering her, raping her, hurting her, and then
        the knife, the sharp knife against her slender throat, the
        pain of it biting in, the man still raping her--
 
        This time she did fall off the couch, the orgasm so strong
        she doubled over, moaning in orgasmic pleasure.  Mark came
        running in and stopped, gaping at the TV.  "Shit!", he
        yelled, and hit the STOP button.
 
        "No!", Shannon protested, her body shaking furiously as the
        orgasm continued its assault on her.  Her slender thighs
        quivered around her fingers, still buried deep between her
        bare labia lips, the tips brushing at her clitoris,
        stimulating her more and more.  "No, Mark!  Again!  Play it
        again!"
 
        Mark stared at her for a moment, a look of curious confusion
        and absolute glee on his face, then rewound the tape and
        played it again.  Over and over they did it, Shannon's
        orgasms crashing into her with force, sending her mind and
        body to new heights of pleasure.  Six, seven, eight times,
        and finally, she was too weak to go on.
 
        Mark lifted her up, gently, and laid her on the couch. "You
        really liked that?", he asked, sounding surprised.
 
        "Oh Mark, yes!", she cried.  "Yes!  It was so nasty! And
        you--"  She stared at her brother, suddenly frightened. She
        was alone, with not only a rapist, but a murderer.  The
        fright suddenly heightened her sense of pleasure, giving her
        a giddy thrill.  She was truly enjoying walking the
        dangerous edge.  "You cut her throat!"
 
        "Yeah", Mark answered gleefully.  "Shit, sis, if you liked
        it that much, I'll fuck you a lot more!  I've just been nice
        to you because I thought you'd suffered so bad, and I guess
        I felt pretty bad about that, because I wasn't there to stop
        it, but--"  He didn't finish.  Instead, he slapped her
        across the face, a stinging slap, and threw himself onto
        her...
 
                                  xxx
        Shannon awoke to bright morning sunshine streaming in her
        window and the soft snoring of her brother next to her.
        She was a little surprised at being able to move; Mark must
        have raped her a dozen times last night, driving her right
        to the point of exhaustion.
 
        He was like an animal.  Brutal, his cock not just slamming,
        but RAMMING into her, like a pile driver.  It had been so
        painful, so brutal, she was in tears, but not even that had
        stopped Mark.  He just kept going, calling her a "slut" and
        a "whore" and a "dirty cocksucking fuckbitch" and a whole
        slew of other foul names.
 
        She'd liked it anyway.  The more brutal he got, the more
        powerful her orgasms became.  Right up to the point where
        he'd started choking her, squeezing her throat until she
        finally blacked out.  That, had been absolutely the best.
 
        She slid out of bed, standing uneasily on shaky legs.  She
        was still pretty sore.  She looked over to Mark.  It was
        hard to believe her brother was a killer.  He didn't look
        like one.  Shannon had always believed killers were greasy
        men who didn't shave and wore long black jackets and
        sunglasses--like the Terminator.  Of course, she'd thought
        the same thing about rapists, too.
 
        She padded quietly into the bathroom and showered, then
        laid out on the sundeck to get her daily tan.  She was just
        coming in when Mark stepped in her way, a maniacal grin on
        is face.
 
        "Oh, sis..."
 
        Shannon tried to bolt, but he grabbed her arms and threw her
        down on the bed, pinning her with his body.  Shannon
        squirmed, but it was useless.  In less than a few seconds
        Mark had his cock in her and was pumping away, forcing her
        to orgasm.
 
        "That was fantastic", Mark moaned, pulling out of her.
        "Now go take a shower.  And wash your cunt out real good."
        He turned and left the room.
 
        Shannon showered again, expecting Mark to show up at any
        moment.  She loved never knowing when he was going to attack
        her again.
 
        Mark was waiting when she got back to her room.  He was
        fully dressed and showed little interest in her, even those
        his eyes kept roving her tiny, naked body.  "Get dressed,
        slut", he told her.  "We're going out."
 
        Shannon was acutely aware of him watching her as she
        dressed.  She put on a pair of pink cotton panties
        first--normal ones--and then a pair of snug, short white
        denim shorts that neatly encupped her ass cheeks and
        stretched tight across her cunt.  She pulled on a short
        sleeve white blouse and tied it above her midriff, then
        finished the outfit with a pair of white tennis sneakers and
        a thin black belt.
 
        "Not bad, slut", Mark snapped.  "Now get over here."
 
        Shannon made her way meekly over to him.  He motioned for
        her to sit next to him.  He made no move to touch her.
 
        "We're going up to the lake today", he told her.  "I want
        you to call Julie."
 
        Shannon got up quickly.  She was shaking, both from fear and
        excitement.  "Julie?"
 
        "That's who I said, didn't I?", Mark asked.
 
        Shannon nodded.  She hurried to the phone and dialed her
        best friends number.  She dearly wanted sweet Julie to join
        her.
 
        Halfway through dialing, she hung up.  "Mark, are you going
        to rape her?", Shannon asked, almost eagerly, yet with a
        touch of guilt and fear.
 
        "Yeah", Mark laughed.
 
        "Can I help?"
 
        Mark thought it over.  "I guess, yeah.  But you can't tell
        her what we've been doing.  You'd ruin it.  I want her to
        like it as much as you do."
 
        Shannon nodded.  She wanted Julie to share in this.  She
        wanted to watch Mark rape Julie and teach her to enjoy what
        Shannon now enjoyed.  And then, to let others use Julie.
 
        Shannon eagerly dialed the phone now, fighting to contain
        her excitement.  After a few minutes of meaningless chatter,
        she invited Julie to go up to the lake with her and Mark.
        Julie immediately accepted.  It had been two weeks since
        she'd seen Shannon, having been told Shannon was "sick in
        bed."
 
        As soon as she hung up, she turned to find Mark waiting,
        stark naked.  He grabbed her and flung her onto her bed,
        holding a hand over her mouth while he climbed onto her.
        Shannon struggled and whimpered, turning him on even more,
        and then he was raping her...
 
                                  xxx
        Julie Roberts hung up the phone and squealed with glee.
        Shannon was all better, which meant an end to the boring two
        weeks she'd spent with nothing better to do that watch TV or
        join the other friends they had.  Julie was especially close
        to Shannon, who was her best friend, even though Shannon was
        a year older, at 11.
 
        Julie was pretty for ten.  A small girl--four foot five--she
        was slender, her figure slightly curvacious, her legs long
        and trim.  She was a natural redhead, her thick, wavy hair
        framing her young face and spilling over her shoulders and
        down her back, nearly to her waist.  She had small, freckled
        cheeks and jade green eyes, which complimented her soft
        white skin.
 
        Julie was also a little wiser than young Shannon in some
        ways.  Her parents had divorced two years ago and the little
        girl had been forced to mature faster than most kids.  It
        didn't detract from her innocence, however.
 
        Julie liked to play with dolls and do other little girl
        things, but she also understood sex.  She knew what a penis
        and a vagina were and how babies were made, and she knew
        good touch and bad touch.  She knew what rape was, as well,
        and how painful and humiliating it could be.  What she
        didn't know was how soon she'd find out, first hand.
 
        Julie had been lounging in bed until Shannon called. She got
        up now, took a fast shower, and got dressed, putting on a
        short sleeve blouse and short white shorts with white
        sneakers.  Under that she wore a white, two piece bathing
        suit, which she really didn't need.  Julie's breasts had not
        yet developed to any great degree and the bikini top was
        more of a belt than a top.  But it was still sexy.
 
        She still had an hour left, so she packed up a towel and
        some things in a small bag to take with her, and made
        herself some breakfast.  When she was done, she hurried over
        to Shannon's.

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SISTER RAPE 
 
                                 By Thunder
 
                                 Chapter 2B
 
 
                                    xxx
        Mark stood by the window of his bedroom, watching for Julie.
        Shannon was in her own room, getting dressed again after
        he'd raped her.
 
        Mark was getting tired of raping his sister.  It had been
        his greatest fantasy since he was thirteen--a fantasy denied
        him until now--and at first, it had been great.  But now
        Shannon enjoyed it too much.  He knew that when she
        resisted, it was more of an act than anything real.  He was
        getting less and less satisfaction from it.  Even brutally
        attacking her as he had last night didn't do it.  Much of
        Shannon's innocence--the thing that had made her so
        appealing in the first place--was now fake.
 
        He decided to give it some time before he raped her again.
        Maybe a few months, maybe a year--get her to believe he
        wasn't going to do it again, so when he did, it would be a
        shock.  That, he figured, would be satisfying.  In the
        meantime, he'd step back and watch others hurt his sister,
        maybe kill her.  The idea was appealing.
 
        For today, at least, he would rape Shannon a few more times,
        in front of Julie.  It was part of a sick little plan he'd
        cooked up, knowing that Julie, in some ways, was more mature
        than Shannon, and would be harder to break down.
 
        He might even have to kill her.  The idea stirred up his
        loins.  Mark had no compunction about killing; he'd murdered
        at least a dozen little girls since he was fourteen.  He
        did, however, prefer not to.  Killing them was risky,
        sometimes messy.  And if you didn't kill them, there were
        always there to be used again.  You simply had to scare
        them enough that they wouldn't tell, or get them to like it.
 
        Mark knew he could even kill his sister.  Last night, when
        he'd been choking her, he almost couldn't stop.  The delight
        in watching her squirm had been too much.  Only the
        realization that he'd never be able to hide it from his
        parents had stopped him.
 
        He guessed he'd see.  Today, he wanted Julie.  She was fresh
        and innocent; her fear and pain would be real.  Just like it
        had been with Shannon.  He wanted to get Julie under his
        thumb, eventually.  It didn't matter if she liked it or not,
        and would be better if she didn't.  And after that, he
        wanted her twin sisters.
 
        Shannon stepped quietly into the room and moved up to stand
        beside him.  She was very quiet, but the eager gleam in her
        eyes as she stared out the window was enough to tell him
        what she was thinking.
 
        Mark looked down at Shannon's outfit.  It was the one one
        she'd put on earlier.  Mark had bought her a whole new
        wardrobe with his parents credit card.  Each outfit was sexy
        or cute, and from now on, that was all that Shannon would
        wear.  Mark had long ago been told that clothes, especially
        shorts and short skirts, followed by a girl's legs, then her
        face and body, was what most often drew rapists.  So
        everything that Shannon wore would look right on her,
        normal, but would also draw attention to her.
 
        He heard the front door open downstairs.  He smiled at
        Shannon.  "Remember, just like we planned it.  Don't let her
        know."
 
        "I won't", Shannon promised with a giggle.
 
                                  xxx
        The lake was a secluded spot near a private lake that Mark's
        father partly owned.  As such, they had it all to
        themselves, which made it perfect for the plan.
 
        Julie sat in the back seat, smiling a sunny smile, as they
        drove up.  Shannon sat in the front seat next to her
        brother, ready to burst with excitement.  Everytime she
        looked back at Julie, she could imagine the fear and pain on
        her friend's face, how good it would look.  How good it
        would feel for Julie when Mark's violating cock brought her
        to orgasm.
 
        They drove down the small dirt road that led to the spot and
        got out.  Mark had packed a lunch, but it would be a while
        before they ate.  He wanted to get down to business first.
 
                                  xxx
        Julie loved coming to the lake, and was eager to escape the
        heat and get into the water.  But Mark said no.  "I found a
        nest of baby squirrels up here", he told her.  "Why don't we
        go see?"
 
        "I'll set up for lunch", Shannon offered.
 
        Julie really wanted to spend the day with her friend, but
        she guessed a quick trip into the woods wouldn't be too much
        to ask.  Besides, Julie loved animals.
 
        Mark put his arm around her shoulders and led her deep into
        the trees, to a grassy clearing several hundred yards from
        the campsite.  "Boy, Julie, you're really growing up", he
        told her.  "I can't believe how pretty and sexy you're
        getting."
 
        Julie blushed.  "Thanks."
 
        "Yeah, you really turn me on."
 
        Julie started to feel uncomfortable.  Turn him on?  She knew
        that had something to do with sex.  She tried to step away
        from Mark, but his arm tightened.
 
        "Yeah, I think we should get it on."  Mark spun her around,
        holding her by the arm.  She saw his other hand fumbling
        with the zipper of his jeans.  Julie screamed.
 
        Mark pushed her to the ground and jumped on her, the full
        weight of his body knocking the wind out of her.  She gasped
        as Mark's lips pressed against hers, forcing kisses from her
        mouth she didn't want to give.  Mark had pinned her hands
        down, and she was only able to thrash and squirm, but it was
        no good.  Mark was too big.
 
        Then she saw Shannon come running up.  She was carrying a
        blanket, it looked like.  Maybe she'd heard the screams and
        come running.  Julie tried to kick away, but Mark had her
        too well.  He hauled the frightened 10 year old to her feet,
        twisting her arms together behind her back and clamping his
        hand tightly over her mouth.
 
        Julie saw Shannon spread the blanket out, smiling.  Was this
        a joke?  Her terrified mind knew it wasn't.  She could feel
        the press of Mark's cock against her back, stiff under his
        jeans.
 
        Realizing now that her best friend had betrayed her, all the
        fight went out of Julie.  Mark pushed her face down onto the
        blanket and tied her hands behind her with rope Shannon
        handed to him.
 
        "You'll like this", Shannon told her.  "Really!"
 
        Mark yanked a strip of cloth between Julie's teeth and tied
        it behind her head.  He rolled her onto her back and quickly
        pulled her shorts off.  She felt Shannon press down on her
        shoulders, and then Mark tore the bikini bottoms away.
 
        "Hurt her, Mark, hurt her!", Shannon was yelling. Julie
        watched Mark pull down his pants, his huge, swelling cock
        bursting free.  Panicked anew, Julie held her legs together,
        but Mark easily forced them apart.
 
        "You'll love this", Mark laughed, and went down on her.
 
        Julie's body was exquisite.  Soft, creamy skin and delicate
        pink, almost white, nipples, a small, flat slit like
        Shannon's.  Julie looked down across it as Mark's huge shaft
        penetrated the outer folds and pushed against her
        maidenhead.
 
        There was a brief sensation of something good, then horrible
        pain as Mark's hips thrust forward.  She felt something
        inside of her stretching, the pain worse with each second.
        It was as if she were being split in half and was helpless
        to stop it.
 
        Shannon leaned over her.  "Doesn't it hurt wonderfully?",
        she asked.
 
        Suddenly, whatever was stretching broke.  Julie could feel
        it, magnifying the pain a hundred times.  Her back arched,
        lifting her almost clear of the blanket as Mark's cock
        plunged further into her.  She screamed in pain, feeling
        Mark pull out and plunge in again, forcing the tight, unused
        muscles of her sex canal to admit his huge cock.
 
        "It's all the way in!", Shannon squealed with delight.
        "Fuck her, Mark!  Fuck her!"
 
        "Watch your language!", Mark snapped.  "Man, she's fucking
        tight!  Come on Julie, loosen up!  You know you like this!"
 
        "Yeah, you have to like, Julie!  You're a dirty slut!
        Don't you just love Mark's cock being buried all the way in
        you? Isn't it great?"
 
        Julie shook her head.  She didn't like this and she wanted
        him to stop.  She could never like this.  It was horrible
        and it hurt and it made her feel dirty.
 
        "Make her suck your cock, Mark.  Fu--put it in her behind! I
        want to see your hurt her, Mark!", Shannon squealed.  She
        had her hand shoved down her shorts, fingering herself
        madly.  "Go on!"
 
        Julie could believe none of this.  Her own best friend had
        lured her into and let her be, raped.  A boy--a man--she'd
        known and trusted all her life had bound and gagged her,
        then violated her, taking her virginity.  And now Shannon
        was encouraging him to do more.
 
        Julie felt like dirt.  She felt like the lowest form of life
        on earth.  She was a little girl who liked dolls and
        animals, and who took good care of her two little sisters.
 
        Julie started.  Would Mark go after them, next?  Her sisters
        were twins, only five.  Was that too young for Mark?
 
        She looked at him.  He looked crazy.  His whole body was
        shuddering.  He was gasping between clenched teeth, grunting
        like he was in pain.  Julie knew he'd have no trouble doing
        this to her sisters.
 
        And then the pain stole her thoughts away.  Mark thrust
        forward, hard, his entire body shaking.  Julie felt his cock
        swelling inside of her, felt it pulse, something warm
        filling her uterus.  And then Mark collapsed on top of her
        again, gasping.
 
        "Damn!", he muttered, pushing himself up, still buried
        inside of her.  She watched him withdraw his cock, the shaft
        covered with her blood, and the sight of it almost made her
        faint.
 
        She didn't have long to look, anyway, because Mark suddenly
        lifted her legs high, pushing them over her head. Through
        the V formed by her thighs she saw him coming in again, felt
        the tip of his cock brush her tight rectal hole.
        Immediately she tensed, but it only made things worse. Mark
        was pushing in, slowly but surely.
 
        "You'd better fucking relax or this'll really hurt!", he
        told her, shoving more and more of his hard cock deep into
        her anus, into her bowels.
 
        Out of the corner of her eye she could see Shannon, her hand
        out of her shorts now, staring wide eyed and horrified at
        Mark.  "Mark, no!  Please, I did what you told me to do but
        I can't stand it!  Leave her alone!"
 
        "Then get out of here, you little whore!  Go back to the
        car!  And you better be there when I get back or I'll blow
        her fucking head off!", Mark shouted, sending Shannon
        scrambling.
 
        Blow my head off?, Julie thought, and began screaming,
        because that was all she knew now.  At the same time, she
        also knew, or understood, what was happening.  Mark had been
        doing this to Shannon--probably the whole time she'd been
        "sick".  He'd probably promised to stop if Shannon would
        lure her out here.  And now, she would be raped and killed.
 
                                  xxx
        The girl's ass was gloriously tight, even though she had
        relaxed some.  Mark saw blood, but it was hard to say if
        he'd torn her ass or if that was her hymen blood from
        before.  Either way, she was lucky.  He was long but not
        terribly thick.
 
        Mark climaxed inside the little girl and pulled out. He was
        spent, at least for the minute, and Julie seemed exhausted;
        her screams had become loud, wracking sobs, barely muffled
        by the gag.  Mark tied her ankles and told her he'd be back,
        then stalked off toward the lake.
 
        Shannon was waiting for him at the car.  The look of horror
        on her face quickly became and ear to ear grin. "Think she
        bought it?", she asked.
 
        Mark shrugged, heading for the lake shore.  "Maybe." He
        wanted to wash up and get back to Julie.  He stripped off
        his clothes and dove in, rubbing his hands all over his body
        to get clean.
 
        After his quick bath, he took a bucket from the car and
        filled it with water and a bar of soap, then carried that
        and a washcloth back with him, Shannon tagging along.  He'd
        already decided to forgo his earlier plan of letting Julie
        believe Shannonw as all for her.  Instead, he had another
        idea.
 
        Julie was where he'd left her, still sobbing.  He told
        Shannon to clean her up while he knelt down beside the
        little girl's head, his cock dangling in her face.  Julie
        turned her head away and he jerked it back.
 
        "You hate me, huh?", he asked.  Julie nodded.  "Bet you're
        scared of me too, huh?"  Julie nodded again.  She shuddered
        a little as Shannon wiped the washcloth around her bloody
        slit.
 
        "Bet that feels good, doesn't it?", Shannon asked. Julie
        nodded.  Julie continued shuddering as Shannon cleaned her
        up.
 
        "Now listen to me, Julie", Mark told the girl.  "I've got a
        deal for you.  You're not going to tell anybody about this.
        And I mean anybody.  Furthermore, from now on, you belong to
        me.  You'll do what I say, no matter what.  Is that clear?"
 
        Julie just stared.  "Okay, you forced me.  If you don't do
        what I say and want, your mom is going to suffer for it.
        The first time, she'll just get a good scare.  After that,
        she'll get this.  One guy.  Then there were will more guys.
        Maybe she'll even be killed."
 
        Julie shrieked and began to sob.  "Shut up!", Mark snapped,
        slapping her lightly on the cheek.  "It's up to you, Julie.
        I've had guys watching your mom for weeks now."  That was a
        lie.  But he could have somebody there with a single phone
        call.  He knew people like that VERY well. "And don't think
        I won't.  Understand?"
 
        Julie nodded, still sobbing.  "That's right.  So from now
        on, you're mine.  I'll rape you when and where I want. And
        so will others.  In fact, you'll go out and try to make it
        happen.  You're trash, Julie, and your body is for other
        people's use.  You might even get to like it.  Shannon will
        tell you all about orgasms and I'll show you.  And you and
        Shannon will be good friends.  And if you're really good,
        I'll stop hurting you very soon.  Will you do it?"
 
        Juli

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                                 Sister Rape

                                 By Thunder

                                 Chapter 3

        
        A week and a half after Julie's initial "induction", Mark
        was already tiring of her.  Sure, she still didn't like what
        was happening--her resistance, her fear and pain were still
        very real, as was her humiliation--but now she was too easy.
        He needed something fresh, something he could have fun with.

        Julie's biggest worry, he'd found, wasn't herself.  It was
        her family, specifically her little sisters.  She'd accepted
        that if she did what he wanted, he'd let her mother alone.
        The twins were fresh meat, however.

        Mark wanted them badly.  They were too young to understand
        what was happening but old enough to know that it was bad.
        Which made it twice as much fun.  "Double your pleasure", he
        chuckled to himself every time he thought of them.

        Yet he held back going after the twins.  He wanted Julie to
        be a little more "with it"--because he wanted her to enjoy
        watching him rape her sisters.  Really enjoy it, like
        Shannon had enjoyed seeing Julie raped.  He was beginning to
        think that might never happen, until yesterday.

        Julie had come over as usual; she knew better than to stay
        away, because he'd be particularly brutal if she did.  But
        this time, she'd seemed less...apprehensive.  She didn't
        exactly offer herself, but her resistance was considerably
        less, and she didn't cry very much afterwards.  Mark had
        begun to wonder if she was finally getting it when she
        knocked him for a loop.

        "Mark, could I...watch you do some other little girls?",
        she'd asked, right out of the blue.

        Mark thought he was hearing things.  "Huh?"

        "I want to see you do some other little girls", Julie told
        him.  "I want to watch."

        "Do you?  Then you can watch me do your sisters."

        "I was thinking of some others", Julie said quickly.
        "Strange little girls.  It'd be more exciting because they'd
        really be fresh, see?  We wouldn't hardly know anything
        about them.  I could go get some for you and bring them
        here.  How does that sound?"  She'd seemed almost eager to
        please.  Mark considered it.

        "Yeah, maybe", he told her.

        There was no more discussion after that.  He left Julie and
        Shannon to their own devices--sadly, they didn't get raped.
        In fact, they didn't even leave the house; they'd just sat
        around and watched TV, mostly kiddie porn tapes, until Mark
        had taken those away.  He didn't want Shannon watching any
        more of those.  He wanted to get some of his sister's
        innocent nature back so she'd be exciting again.  And that
        was a start.

        He didn't think it was working.  It was the following
        morning already, and he was sitting at the table, Julie and
        Shannon on the other side.  Shannon was eagerly going on
        about getting some other little girls to rape, or better
        yet, getting raped herself.  Julie was nodding and agreeing
        with her.

        "So what time to the twins usually get home?", Mark asked
        casually.  "I'd like to have them...over sometime."

        "Um, I don't know.  Usually my mom picks them up", Julie
        told him.  Her voice was shaking.  "Um, but I know that
        there are a couple of girls they go to camp with you'd like
        Mark.  They're young and really cute, and I know where to
        find them.  Maybe, um, me and Shannon could go get them,
        huh?"  She was smiling, a hysterical smile.  Mark thought
        she might be cracking up.

        "So what are they like?", Mark asked.

        "Cute, Mark.  One's blonde and one has light brown hair.  I
        think their five and six.  Their sisters.  I could show you
        right now.  What do you say?"

        Mark glanced at his sister.  Shannon was bouncing up and
        down in her chair, eager to do it, without actually saying
        so.  "So where do they live?"

        "About six blocks from here", Julie told him.

        "Okay.  You and Shannon go get them and lure them here,
        okay?  Do whatever you have to, but make sure you keep it
        quiet.  The less people that see you, the better.  Now get
        moving."

        Both girls jumped up and hurried for the door.  Mark leaned
        back in his seat and grinned.  Julie was playing with him.
        He could tell simply by looking at her eyes.  Eager as her
        face was, her eyes told a different story.  She was
        terrified of him going after the twins; that's why she'd
        suggested the other girls.  Silly Julie, the little slut,
        she had the makings of another Shannon in her.  She was so
        damned determined to protect her baby sisters she'd let some
        other girl suffer in their place.  Too bad she made it so
        obvious.

        Only it was Julie who was going to suffer.  For lying to him
        and trying to make him believe she wanted to play by his
        rules.  He wouldn't hurt her mother, though.  No.  He would
        hurt the twins instead.

        Julie had lied when she said her mother picked the twins up.
         A desperate lie at best, because Mark saw the twins get
        dropped off every day around three.  It was five to three
        now.  A few more minutes and they'd be all his.

                                    xxx
        Brandi and Brianna Roberts had no idea of what their sister
        had endured the past week.  They'd only noticed she'd become
        awfully jumpy and protective of them, but wouldn't say why.

        It was doubtful they would have fully understood even if she
        had explained.  Being only five, they knew little about
        rape--about as much as Julie when it came to body parts, but
        beyond that, good touch/bad touch was about it.  They also
        knew it was wrong for a man or a boy to touch them in their
        private places in any way, and to just say no to make it
        stop.  Innocence might have been bliss, but the twins were
        going to learn it was also very painful.

        Both twins were incredibly gorgeous for their young age.
        Short--four feet tall--and slender, they were identical in
        every way--waist length dark red hair, very fine, with a
        slight wave to it.  Freckled cheeks and pert noses made up
        the rest of their pretty faces, and both girls possessed the
        same green eyes as their sisters.

        Both girls wore the camp uniform--red shorts with a white
        t-shirt and white tennis sneakers.  Brandi, who always
        wanted to be just a little different, also wore white ankle
        socks.  It was sort of a mini-rebellion; Brandi was the
        tougher of the two twins, less shy and more outgoing, more
        brash, to Brianna's quiet, mouse-like nature.

        Suddenly Mark Harris called them from next door.  He was
        standing on the porch, leaning over the railing.  Both girls
        liked Mark and knew him well.  "Brandi, Brianna, Julie wants
        you to come over here", Mark told them.  Both girls shrugged
        and hurried over.  Mark ushered them inside and shut the
        door.

        "Julie dropped an earring down in the rec room.  Could you
        go down and find it, Brandi?  I need to borrow Brianna for a
        minute."

        "Sure!", Brandi offered, and dashed down into the basement,
        where the rec room was.  Brianna, left alone, smiled shyly
        at Mark.  That smile faded a moment later when Mark produced
        a coil of rope from his back pocket.

                                    xxx

        "What are you going to do with that?", Brianna asked, her
        little eyes wide and fearful.  Mark didn't answer.  She was
        young, she was vulnerable, and she was all his.

        He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, clamping his
        hand over her mouth.  He knew Brianna was no fighter, and
        she didn't fight him this time.  She didn't even try to pull
        his hand away.

        He forced the little girl into the living room and shoved
        her face down onto the couch.  He told her if she screamed
        or made a sound, he'd hurt her very badly.  Brianna started
        to cry.  Mark slapped the back of her head, making her cry
        harder.  Mark laughed.  He was liking this already, and it
        was only one of them.

        He used the rope to bind her wrists behind her, then slipped
        a gag into her mouth and tied it off behind her head.  He
        flipped the little girl over and gratuitously fondled her
        bare legs, enjoying the feel of the baby soft skin.

        "You're a little whore, Brianna.  I'm going to hurt you for
        that.  I'm going to hurt you so much you'll want to die. And
        I'm going to do it while your sisters are watching, and then
        I'm going to do them, too."  He carried on the threats,
        terrifying her with each new sentence.  Then he hauled her
        to her feet and forced her down the basement steps.

        He could see Brandi on her hands and knees, searching the
        carpeting in the rec room for an earring that wasn't there.
        Her little ass wiggled at him, teasingly.  She didn't seem
        to know they were there until he pushed Brianna into the
        room.

        Instantly Brandi jumped up, her face flashing a smile first,
        then fear.  Mark lunged for her but missed.  Brandi bolted
        for the door and nearly made it.  Mark, caught off balance,
        stumbled back and grabbed for her arm, catching her sleeve
        instead.  It was enough for him to spin the girl, then he
        brought his fist, hard, into her cunt.

        Brandi doubled up and crumpled to the carpet, sobbing.  Mark
        got his balance again and hurried over, gagging the girl
        while she lay curled up, then hauling her hands away from
        her sore middle and tying them behind her back.  Brandi,
        still in pain, didn't try to fight him as he bound her
        ankles and threw her onto the rec room couch, then turned to
        Brianna.

        The little girl flinched at his approach, but gave him no
        trouble.  He pushed her down into another chair and tied her
        ankles.  He told her to keep quiet, then hurried out,
        shutting and locking the door behind him.

        Two down, two to go, he thought to himself.

                                    xxx
        "Over there", Julie pointed.

        Shannon looked to where Julie was pointing.  There were two
        little girls playing on swings in a backyard.  Both were
        very pretty, and looked young, about five or six, like Julie
        had said.  She didn't know their names, however.

        Mark had taught Shannon a lot about luring little girls. The
        first trick was to make sure there were no adults around who
        might stop them.  If there were, she was to leave. After
        that, all she had to do was figure out how to lure them.

        The two of them made their way over to the white picket
        fence that surrounded the back yard.  Instantly, Shannon
        knew her brother would love the blonde.  She was the younger
        looking of the two, her hair long, down past her waist at
        least, and pulled back in an elaborate, braided pony tail.
        She wore a dark pink polo shirt and lighter pink track
        shorts, with white sneakers.  Her skin was well tanned and
        her eyes were a vibrant blue.  Shannon got wet just thinking
        about watching her brother do the girl.

        The other girl was not as pretty.  Her hair was cut short,
        just above her shoulders, with bangs in front.  She was
        tanned and slim, but kind of tall, with freckled cheeks and
        glasses.  She wore a pink t-shirt and denim cutoffs and
        white sneakers.

        Shannon approached the fence and called out to them.  "Hi!"

        Both girls waved and came running over.  The blonde
        recognized Julie.  "Hi!  Aren't you Brianna Roberts'
        sister?"

        Julie nodded.  "I'm Julie.  What's your name?"

        "Tiffany", the girl said.

        "I'm Jolene.  Where's Brandi and Brianna?"

        "At my house", Shannon offered.  "They wanted us to come ask
        if you would come over and play."

        Tiffany clapped her hands excitedly.  "Yeah!"

        Jolene slapped her sister's shoulder.  "I don't know.  Our
        mom isn't home..."

        "You can call her from my house", Shannon offered, her eyes
        drifting to the little blonde.  She wanted badly to see Mark
        rape this little girl.  Maybe he'd even kill her.

        "Please, Jolene?", Tiffany pleaded.

        "Alright", Jolene agreed.

        On the walk back, Shannon learned a lot about the sisters.
        Jolene was eight but looked younger; Tiffany was six.
        Shannon also discovered she didn't like Jolene.  The girl
        was very unpleasant, almost nasty, and didn't smile much.
        She'd suggest to Mark that they kill her.

        Julie was quiet the entire way home.  She didn't smile or
        even look at the girls, and Shannon was starting to believe
        Julie really wasn't having fun, like she'd told Mark.  Julie
        was a rotten liar, Shannon knew, and had always been.  She
        thought Julie might be lying again, and that made her mad.
        She didn't know just why it did, but it did.  She wanted
        Julie to have fun and share in this.  But she didn't seem to
        want to.  So Shannon decided to tell Mark, and maybe he'd
        hurt Julie enough so that she'd learn.

        Shannon was becoming quite the sado-masochist without even
        realizing it.

        They took the back way home, and as they passed Julie's,
        Shannon saw her friend glance toward her house.  She was
        probably looking for the twins, and secretly, Shannon hoped
        somebody had snatched them.  Shannon used to like the twins,
        but lately she saw them as just dirty little whores,
        playtoys like herself.  She longed for the day when Mark
        would pop their young cherries right in front of her.

        At the back door of the house, Shannon ushered the two girls
        in.  Mark was sitting at the kitchen table, a friendly smile
        on his face.  He introduced himself and made a few minutes
        of small talk with the girls, then told Julie to pour them
        some lemonade.

        "Where's Brandi and Brianna?", Tiffany asked.

        "Upstairs", Julie cut in quickly.  Shannon thought she
        looked awfully nervous.  She didn't have long to think
        before Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her into the living
        room.

        "Listen, sis.  Julie's lying to us.  I don't think she knows
        how to properly play the game, if you know what I mean."  He
        grinned, running a finger across Shannon's crotch. Shannon
        moaned with pleasure and nodded, then told him about what
        she'd seen on the way home.

        "Oh, is that so?  Well I guess that proves it then.  Tell
        you what.  I've got a special surprise for her, and you get
        to help.  First we've got to do these two.  Then we'll take
        care of Julie."

        "You going to kill her, Mark?"

        "Nah, she's too cute and useful to waste.  Let's just say
        we'll make her think twice about lying again."  He gave his
        sister a quick kiss and told her to go get Jolene and bring
        her upstairs.
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                                 Sister Rape

                                 By Thunder

                                 Chapter 3


                                    xxx
        Mark waited in his room for the girls.  His first impression
        of Jolene was much the same as Shannon's:  he didn't like
        her. She wasn't cute or innocent or anything.  But she was a
        fuck, and that was what mattered, right?

        Mark had prepared his bed just for these occasions.  The top
        covers were stripped off, and under the bottom sheet was a
        rubber sheet, designed to keep blood out of the
        mattress--just in case anyone should ever choose to search.
        Every bed in the house was so equipped, in truth, just to be
        safe.

        Shannon led the girl in.  Jolene glanced around, back to
        Shannon, then at Mark.  "So what's this shit?", she asked.

        Mark's jaw dropped.  The kid had a mouth, too!  "Watch your
        language", he snapped.

        "Fuck you.  You wanna fuck me, right?  Take on a little
        girl?  Okay, let's go."  She started taking her clothes off.

        Mark shook his head.  "No.  Don't take them off.  Get over
        here."

        The girl sashayed over, acting very cocky.  "You've done
        this before?", Mark asked.

        "Listen, asshole, I've been fucking guys since I was four.
        I've done it all.  Ass, mouth, pussy, I've suck and fucked
        and licked ass, so there's nothing I haven't done."

        Shit!, Mark thought.  Just his luck, he'd get a whore who
        knew the game already.  Which meant she'd want it, and he
        couldn't even think of getting it up.  "What about your
        sister?"

        "She's my cousin, not my sister", Jolene snapped.  "Primo
        virgin, far as I know.  So, you wanna fuck or not?  I told
        you, I've done it all."

        "Ever been tortured and murdered?", Mark asked.

        The girl's eyes grew wide.  Mark grabbed her by throat and
        jammed her jaw shut, then slapped her hard across the face,
        breaking her glasses.  She was stunned for a moment, then
        kicked him.  Mark saw red.

        He drew back his fist and punched her in the face, smashing
        her nose and knocking two teeth out.  Blood spurted out of
        her smashed lip and broken nose, nearly covering her face.
        Mark was not done yet, however.

        He flung the girl onto the bed and grabbed her elbows,
        twisting her arms up behind her back until he heard her
        shoulders pop out of their sockets.  The girl screamed, but
        it was lost in the mattress.  He heard the door slam and
        realized Shannon had run out.  Overcome by rage, he tore the
        girl's clothes off and began beating on her until everything
        became a blur.

        After what felt like hours, the rage passed.  Mark stood
        back, calmly surveying the damage.  The girl was a mass of
        bruises and blood.  Blood had soaked the sheets under her,
        and when Mark felt for a pulse, there was none.  He'd beaten
        her to death.

        He sagged back against the wall and sat down.  He didn't
        feel satisfied, just disgusted.  She was a lousy tramp,
        worse than any little whore-to-be.  She deserved what she
        got.  But now he had to clean up the mess.

        Rising to his feet again, he pulled the sheet up around her
        and tied it as best he could.  The rubber mattress beneath
        was soaked with blood; the porous surface had prevented it
        from running, at least.  He flipped that over, then secured
        it with duct tape he kept handy.  Tonight, he'd dispose of
        her.

        For now, he wanted to get to Tiffany.  And then...and then,
        the twins.

                                    xxx
        Julie nervously played a patticake game with little Tiffany,
        who sat giggling and singing in the kitchen chair, totally
        unaware of what was going to happen to her.  Julie felt
        sorry for the little girl, and sick with the idea that she'd
        brought her here in the first place.  But it was either
        that, or let Mark get the twins.  And Julie's greatest hope
        was that by helping Mark out, she'd turn his attention away
        from the twins.  Letting him use her just wouldn't do it;
        she knew Mark could only get off on fresh, innocent girls,
        so it came to this.  Luring girls like Tiffany to him. Bait
        for the trap.

        A few times she'd looked out the window, hoping to see her
        sisters and make sure they were alright, but had seen
        nothing.  She couldn't, of course, know that they were
        literally under her feet.

        Shannon was standing in the kitchen doorway, where she'd
        been for about the last ten minutes or so, one hand shoved
        down her shorts as she fingered herself.  Julie had tried to
        look interested, occasionally stroking herself as well, but
        was no longer sure she was fooling Shannon.  Her friend had
        a weird gleam in her eye, a cold, mischievous look Julie
        didn't like.

        "Hey, Tiffany, why don't you watch some TV?  I don't know
        what those two could be doing up there", Shannon suggested.

        Tiffany turned around with a smile.  "Okay.  Is Jolene still
        up there?"

        Shannon grinned.  "Yeah.  She's having a lot of fun."  She
        ushered the little girl into the living room, then shut the
        kitchen door.  She walked over to Julie, grinning coldly.
        "She's going to be a lot of fun."

        "Yeah", Julie agreed, forcing herself to sound convincing.
        "I can't wait to see Mark pop her cherry."

        "Bet you can't", Shannon giggled.  There was something in
        her tone that made Julie very uneasy.  "Bet she'll bleed a
        lot.  Like you did."

        Julie suppressed a shudder at the memory.  "Yeah.  But then
        I realized it was so much fun, and I think she will, too."

        "Sure", Shannon agreed.  "Hey, maybe if you're lucky, Mark
        will leave the twins alone, huh?  Or maybe he'll fuck them
        anyway."

        Julie felt her stomach turn.  "Yeah.  I'd like to see that."

        "Sure you would", Shannon laughed.  "Especially Brianna."

        Julie cringed.  She loved Brianna a little more than Brandi,
        largely because Brianna was so sweet and helpful.  She
        certainly didn't want to watch her...get it.

        Julie decided to change the subject.  "I wonder if we can
        get raped soon.  By strangers.  I'd really like to feel a
        strange, hard cock in me", she said, actually getting turned
        on by the idea.  That made her shudder.  Was she losing it,
        like Shannon had?

        "Yeah, me too", Shannon agreed.  "And I'd like to watch them
        do you, Julie.  You...REALLY...deserve it."

                                    xxx
        Mark came down the stairs and saw little Tiffany sitting on
        the couch, watching TV--all vulnerable and ready.  She
        looked like a screamer, so Mark didn't plan to scare her too
        much until she was tied up.

        "Tiffany?  Come on up", he called.

        The little girl jumped up and raced up to him.  He took her
        hand and led her into his parents bedroom--a place full of
        fond memories for him.  Soon to have more.

        He told the little girl to sit on the bed, then locked the
        door behind him.  When he turned around, Tiffany was
        standing there, her eyes wide.

        "Why did you lock the door?"

        "So you can't get out", Mark told her, producing ropes and a
        gag from his back pocket.

        "Please don't hurt me, mister.  I'm just a little girl.
        Please, just let me go.  I won't tell."

        "Can't do that.  Anybody done this to you before, Tiffany?"

        "No.  But Mommy told me--"

        "Mommy is a whore and liar like you, Tiffany.  Now I'm going
        to tie your hands.  Turn around."

        "No, please, mister--"

        Mark grabbed her wrist and spun her around.  The little girl
        didn't resist, nor did she scream or cry as he tied her
        hands.  "So what did Mommy say?", he asked.

        "S-She s-said that s-sometimes m-men like to get little
        g-girls alone and h-hurt them", she whimpered.  Her words
        ended and she started to sob.  Mark pulled the gag between
        her teeth and knotted it under her pony tail, then sat her
        down and tied her ankles.  He fondled her bare legs and she
        jumped when he touched her between the legs, crying harder.
        Mark unlocked the door and yelled for the other girls to
        come up and see.

        Shannon arrived first, grinning from ear to ear.  Julie was
        right behind her, also grinning.  A false grin at best, Mark
        saw, because her eyes betrayed her discomfort.

        Mark turned back to the little girl and slowly removed his
        clothes.  He was going to enjoy this.  He'd been cheated out
        of Jolene, the whore, so little Tiffany would have to take
        the full brunt of his lustful urges.

        Tiffany's eyes got very wide when she saw his cock bouncing
        up and down, pointing at her like an accusing finger.  "Boy,
        is she scared!", Shannon laughed.  "What do you think,
        Julie?  What should Mark do first?"

        "Put it in her mouth", Julie insisted hoarsely.

        Not a bad idea, Mark decided.  But not right away.  Tiffany
        was scared, but not scared enough.  Her tears weren't enough
        to please him.  He wanted to see her squirm, feel her
        struggle.

        So he jumped her.  Literally.  He took a flying leap and
        knocked her back, pinning her with his body.  He rammed his
        lips against her slender white throat, kissing and suckling
        the delicate flesh.  Stunned at first, little Tiffany
        quickly responded, squirming and bucking under him in a
        desperate, but futile, attempt to get him off of her.

        Mark's hands slid up and down her slender, baby soft thighs,
        kneading the tender flesh with his fingertips.  He hooked
        his fingers into the waistband of her pink track shorts and
        pulled them down to her knees while his lips roamed over her
        tear stained cheeks and shaking, gagged mouth.

        He lifted himself slightly to look at her panties.  They
        were cute little girl ones, white with little daisies
        printed on them.  He slid his hand under the waistband and
        fingered the little girl, making her groan and squirm with
        pain.  He withdrew his fingers and shoved the panties down,
        eager to get into her hot little snatch.

        Mark grinned and spread the little girl's labia lips.
        Tiffany squirmed a bit.  Mark put his cock head against the
        inner folds.  She was tight, dry.  She'd be a bleeder for
        sure.  He pushed a little harder until his cock was against
        her tiny maidenhead. Tiffany was moaning and twisting around
        now.  "Quit squirming!", he snapped at her.  She stopped.
        Mark pushed hard against her maidenhead.  He felt it tear.
        Little Tiffany let out a painful moan and a grunt and her
        stomach flexed.  Then she sobbed real loud and began to
        shake.  Mark knew it must have hurt.

        He pushed as far as he could but she was real tight, so he
        pulled out and pushed in harder.  Little Tiffany was really
        sobbing and he was getting turned on.  He began to pump her.
        Each time he got a little further until his balls were
        banging off her ass.  She only bled a trickle.  She was
        twitching and groaning the way virgins do and Mark couldn't
        stop himself, he came.  He dumped his whole load inside her
        and pulled out.

        Mark grinned at the girls.  He felt like going again.
        Tiffany was sobbing and hiccuping, but she wasn't worn out
        yet.  He yanked down her gag and pulled her into a sitting
        position, holding his cock out in front of her mouth.

        "You suck this, got it?  You bite and I'll knock your teeth
        down your throat!", he shouted, shoving most of his cock
        into the girl's mouth.  He wanted a good blowjob so he
        didn't push it all the way in.  Little Tiffany didn't bite
        him.  She sucked, but it was pathetic.  "Pretend it's a
        fuckin' lollipop, you little cunt!"

        Tiffany began to suck harder.  It felt good.  Mark grabbed
        her head and jerked it back and forth, bringing himself to a
        cum.  The girl's mouth was a hot, wet little oven that just
        drank down his cum.  He got off and pushed her back, shoving
        the gag into her mouth.

        Mark stepped back, feeling light headed with excitement.
        Excellent!  She's been one damn good fuck and suck.  He
        turned to the girls, pulling his pants on.  "I think we'll
        keep her for a while", Mark told them.  "Come on, I need a
        beer.  Let's let her be for a while."  He ushered the two
        girls out and shut the door behind him, shutting out
        Tiffany's pitiful whimpers.

                                    xxx
        Mark collapsed into a kitchen chair, exhausted but
        satisfied.  Julie hurried to bring him a beer from the
        fridge.  "Um, Mark, can I talk to you?"

        "Sure, cunt.  About what?"

        "Um, I want to, um, make a deal.  I'll help you get all the
        little girls you want...if you'll leave the twins alone."

        Mark almost choked.  "What?"

        "I, um, I'll help you get all the little girls you want--"

        "I heard you, slut.  You'll help me if I leave the twins
        alone."

        Julie nodded.  "Yeah.  And I'll even help you rape them
        and...get rid of them, if you want.  Just please don't touch
        the twins.  Please!"

        Mark grinned.  He liked when little girls pleaded with him.
        It turned him on--a lot.  "You know, fucktoy, you might have
        a deal there.  I mean, what are the twins?  I use 'em once
        and that's it, right?  All done, no more fun.  Just like
        you."  He took a deep swallow of beer.  "Probably would be a
        lot easier for me, too, huh?  I don't know, though."

        "Please, Mark.  Those two were only the start.  Little girls
        trust me.  I know how the younger ones can be because of the
        twins.  If you'll just--"

        "Alright, you got a deal", Mark told her.  "But you better
        keep up your end, got that?  No whining or complaining.  I
        want total...full...cooperation."

        "I promise", Julie stammered, nodding enthusiastically.

        "You better, snatchlips", he snapped.  "Or they get it.  Now
        get lost.  I'm sick of looking at you."

        Julie took off like a streak.  Mark leaned back in the
        chair, laughing so hard he couldn't drink his beer.  A deal!
        What a load of crap!  Stupid Julie.  She'd figure it out
        pretty soon.  That little whores like her didn't make deals
        with men like him.  There were no deals to be made.  The
        twins were just whores, and whores were meant to be used.
        Plain and simple.

        Boy, did Julie have a surprise coming!
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