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How a close-knit family can suddenly find itself living through a nightmare of unparalleled horror and wretched experience, only to discover that their own concepts of decency and parental devotion are but false pillars of virtue. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, 1st) *** I pen this self-condemning tale of behavioral dysfunctionality while the images remain fresh in the mind, it having only somewhat recently occurred. A theorist may surmise that this is nothing more on my part, than a blatant wish to exorcise my own involvement, a weak attempt to dredge up sympathy in place of the rightfully earned condemnation warranted. I leave it for you to judge dear reader. As some background, let me simply say that I am thirty- six years old, an Investment consultant with an International Merchant banking group. My wife Cathy, who I married at eighteen, is just thirty-three and a journalist by profession. We have two daughters, both pretty little blondes – Natalie fifteen and Melissa twelve, in grades 10 and 7 respectively at the local High School. We live in a what might be termed one of the "better" suburbs, although our home is merely comfortable rather than ostentatious. On the night in question, we had just finished dinner and were ensconced in the lounge watching a new DVD. The doorbell sounded and Natalie jumped up "I'll get it dad," she said, "Its probably Jackie." (a girlfriend) I glanced at her as she took off for the front door... .God, those little skirts just keep getting shorter... and tighter! There was the sound of some minor kerfuffle and the next thing we knew, Natalie was being bundled through the door ahead of four men all dressed in dark clothing and wearing balaclavas. One had his hands across her mouth as he propelled her forward. I leaped up as the man holding Natalie produced a knife. "Unless you want your daughter's blood all over this expensive carpet dad... I'd sit down... now!" Just inches from her throat, it didn't leave a great deal of choice. Natalie was terrified and obviously shaking. Little Melissa burst into tears and hugged Cathy for support! That we should be victims of a home-invasion had never occurred to me – these things don't do they? It only happens to other unfortunate families... usually on page three or four of the local paper! Cathy was hugging Melissa to her, "Just take what you want and go," she pleaded. "Well thanks for that kind invite, we might do just that," said the man. There was a trace of an accent there but I couldn't place it. He was young, mid twenties I would estimate and well over six foot. His masked cohorts weren't much smaller. He pushed Natalie towards one of the other men. "Cute little thing isn't she?... Hold her and keep her quiet." He produced a gun from his rear pocket. "OK dad, lets get down to business... money, credit cards... etc," he waved the gun in Cathy's direction. "Don't figure you want to give us too much trouble... right mate?" Watching the second man grasping Natalie's arms tight, seeing her struggle and guessing that he had an eyeful down her tight little red top, I felt an involuntary flush of heat and was immediately ashamed. I handed over my wallet, Cathy's purse and what cash we had in the house which wasn't much. Also the credit cards, which I knew of course were useless without the pin-numbers. Obviously they had plans to deal with that situation when they came to it. "Well normally we'd be on our way folks," said our masked host, "But I have to tell you that is one pretty little daughter you have there dad. I think the boys might just want a few extra moments of your time." The man holding Natalie grunted something unintelligible. Cathy's hands flew to her mouth "Don't even think of touching her... she's only fifteen." I leaped to my feet and found a gun at my temple. "Now here's the situation folks," he was continuing. "Anyone do anything and dad here, gets dead real quick. Don't fuck with us, I ain't kidding you!" Nor was he. We could but watch as Natalie was pulled into a sitting position on the man's lap in the nearest chair. The man holding her began to rub her breasts as she sobbed and tried to move his hands. "Nice tits" he muttered... a hand down her top now. The guy holding the gun against my head addressed Cathy who was covering Melissa's eyes as she clutched her to her breast. "Let her sit up... I want her to watch her sister." He cocked the gun against my head. Cathy had no choice either and had Melissa sit up beside her. The poor little thing was shaking with fear and her expression was one of denial as she watched them grope her elder sister. "How long since you put this little cutie over your knee and paddled her?" asked her immediate captor as he continued fondling her breasts and nuzzling her neck. I just stared at him. "Well answer the man," said Mr. Six Foot plus. "I don't know," I muttered... "Probably nine-ten years, why?" "Because its time she had another," he replied. With that, he simply lifted her and put her across his knee. "Girls this age need a spanking," he said, "Gets them in the mood!" She yelped as he spanked her bottom. I noticed one hand slip beneath her as he started to grope her breasts again. The next two smacks were really hard and to our horror, her panties were very visible beneath her short skirt. Natalie tried to cover her bottom but one of the other men held her arms while the fourth intruder held her legs. Watching the scene, I felt my first twinge of arousal. Seeing your daughter being spanked across a stranger's knee is quite something, believe me, especially with her black panties quite clearly on view. "Lets make this more interesting," he said and pulled her skirt right up. Cathy and Melissa gasped. I just stared. As he began to spank Natalie hard on her barely covered bum, the man holding her arms commenced groping her breasts also... quite obviously squeezing and rubbing her with decided vigor. The guy at her feet whose view of her legs and bottom was unimpeded, to say the least... suddenly put his hands up under her and appeared to be feeling-her up near to or directly beneath her pussy. Natalie cried out "No... don't... please.." Cathy started sobbing. I felt the onset of the biggest erection in history. "Please... let her go." sniffled Cathy. Melissa was staring as hard as me. "No problem mate," said the man across whose lap she lay and with that he sat Natalie up in his lap. The man holding the gun on me turned and said, "You can't tell me dad, you didn't enjoy that just the slightest bit?" Then laughing, he addressed the others. "Lets get on with it... c'mon fuck the little bitch!" Cathy moaned and tried to shield Melissa's face but Mr. Six-Foot- plus pressed the gun to my forehead harder... "The kid watches lady you got that?" I saw Natalie horrified as one of the men put his hands up between her legs. Rubbing the front of her knickers he turned to me across the room and smiling said "Hot little pussy dad... .want some?" They all guffawed. Then he roughly pulled her panties aside and both Cathy and I could see her dark curly hair and her virginal pussy. Kneeling there, the man pulled his cock out which was not surprisingly very erect and little Natalie was just staring at it. As her arms were pinioned the man, still holding her knickers to one side, pushed it at the entrance. Natalie screamed and the fourth man slapped her hard across the face. "You do that again love, your daddy's dead... got it?" Watching your daughter lose her virginity by violence, and the pain suffered by virtue of the fact, should be enough to consign one close to madness. In my case, the horror of the situation was incredibly balanced by the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing a cock in my daughter's pussy. He actually did spare her real agony and penetrated her with some degree of care. She still bled and cried copious amounts of tears but already having negotiated nature's stop sign, he thrust in to her so deeply that even Natalie appeared to be marginally accepting of her situation. Cathy and Melissa were crying uncontrollably... my mouth was dry! The man spurted into her and Natalie gasped and shook. "Now that's what I call a decent fuck," said Mr. Gun- at-my-head. The guy who had been holding her legs moved center stage now. Slightly angle on to us, Cathy, Melissa and I could see everything. They pulled Natalie's panties down with indecent haste, and one of them removed her top. Lying against the man now with just her bra on, and even the straps were hanging down her arms as if surrendering the moment, she was breathing heavily. One of them began groping her breasts again as the second man pulled out his cock. With her legs held way apart she let out a gasp as he pushed hard into her. With far less finesse than the first man, he was ramming it into her and mouthing all sorts of filth we really couldn't hear. Natalie's body was crushed against the man she was seated on. The harder and deeper he penetrated her, the wider Melissa's eyes grew. Cathy even stopped sobbing and just stared as her daughter was raped and abused. Natalie's body took it all and exactly what my feelings were I could not say. Almost desensitised by the violence being inflicted on her, I felt my own arousal reaching "danger level" and I despised myself for my weakness. Suddenly my captors' words jolted me from my reverie. "Something you've always wanted to see dad eh? Your daughter being raped? Pretty damn hot ain't it? I'm up now so you'll have to wait your turn..." With that he laughed and tossed the gun to the man who had just filled Natalie's pussy to overflowing. Zipping himself up, he crossed over to me and holding the gun at my temple said "Fuck, she's a hot little cunt!" I should have killed him and risked death myself... but all I wanted right then was to see Natalie fucked again. The man knelt down and tried to kiss her. When she spurned his advance, he tore her bra off and said, "So's your daddy can see you completely nude kid... I think he likes it." He pulled his cock free and took her hand which he wrapped around it. "Never felt a cock before have you girl? Well, you're gonna feel this one a lot.!" With that he pulled her off the guy's lap and made her kneel on the carpet on all fours. I could barely watch. Moving behind her, and we could see her bum was still red from the spanking, he pulled her legs apart and put his fingers in her pussy. She stiffened but as he continued to finger and manipulate her I swear I heard her moan... as did Cathy. Her labia were glistening from the cum dripping out of her and as the man lunged into her she gasped again. "Jesus, she's hot and wet," he said to no-one in particular. But as he set up a rhythm, Natalie was definitely responding. Oblivious to the other two men who were rubbing her tits now and pulling on her very erect nipples she was pushing back on the cock that was entering her. "That's a good little slut," said the man. "Show your daddy how much you like being fucked." With that he began to penetrate her with considerable force and as he reached his peak rhythm, Natalie was rocking back on her knees accommodating his thrusts and moaning audibly. He took hold of her hair and pulled her head back. "Beg for it" he demanded of her. I don't know if she knew what he meant but it was of little matter anyway as he was gripped by his own orgasm and just pumped load after load into her. Cathy got up and went to her daughter... no-one moved to stop her. What happened next blew the collective consciousness. Just as Cathy knelt down to cradle Natalie, two of the men grabbed her, one rubbing her breasts as the other pushed her on her back. With the gun still at my head I could but watch. They had Cathy's tits out in seconds and her dress pushed up to her waist as she lay there not two feet from Natalie who was still crouched on her knees. "Let's see her pussy," said one as they tugged down her gossamer-thin knickers. Cathy's struggles were useless and kneeling between her legs one of the men pushed his still erect cock hard up into her. The other men held her arms as he watched his partner rape her. When she started to scream they simply retrieved her knickers and stuffed them into her mouth. All three took turns abusing her and like her daughter... by the third rape, Cathy seemed resigned to her fate, to the extent of spreading her own legs voluntarily. Natalie watched proceedings with a renewed interest and not a few tears. She had pulled her panties back on but was otherwise naked. I had probably expected it and secretly even maybe "hoped" for it but after all four had fucked Cathy, Mr. Six-Foot-plus knelt down beside her and with the gun at her head said to me, "Time to fuck your own daughter dad." I begged them ... anything but that, but as they cocked the gun at Cathy's terrified face Natalie called to me. "C'mon dad, please... they'll hurt mum. Do it – I'll understand really!" She began to pull her panties down. "No," said the man, "Leave them girl, we want your dad to fuck you with them on, and get on your knees." She did as they asked. Little Melissa, shocked and alone on the lounge now was staring at her sister's bottom as she got on her knees for me. "And the little one dad... .lets see her panties, she's old enough!" She's only twelve I said, please don't rape her. "Who said anything about raping her?" said the man, "Just want to see her panties. Do I HAVE to remind you?" he pushed the muzzle of the gun against Cathy's face. I turned to Melissa. "Pull your skirt up Melissa... it'll be OK." Struggling to cope with the situation, she did as I asked and the men nodded approvingly as we all saw her light green knickers exposed. "Cute panties. Now lets see her pussy too," said one, and Melissa didn't even wait for my ok, she just held the panties shyly to one side and I have to admit I almost came in my own pants seeing her young pussy exposed to all the men. "OK sweetheart, now just sit their like that, keep your legs apart while your daddy fucks your sister." said one guy, his hand still rubbing Cathy's pussy. The other man had his head down sucking her left breast. Natalie was waiting for me beside her mum. "I have to do this," I said to Melissa... "Try and understand sweetie." At close range, Natalie's cute bum was enough to regenerate the hardest erection. "I won't hurt you Nat," I said as I knelt behind her. They made her hold her own knickers to one side as I gently pushed my cock into her. She wriggled and whispered to me, "I love you dad, just fuck me and get it over with." The feeling of having my cock in my own daughter was simply desire unplugged. I recall Cathy's face as I gently penetrated Natalie. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was as turned-on as me. She was paying less than no heed to what they were doing to her or even to Melissa sitting on the lounge with her pussy exposed. As I pushed in harder Natalie groaned. Her beautiful bottom undulated as I thrust into her. There was no need to hold her knickers now as I was well inside and she was just so wet and sticky anyway. I increased the tempo and she began to audibly moan. "That's it dad, keep fucking her," said one of the men. A second was standing over Natalie and wanking directly over her bum, the other somewhat violently raping Cathy again whose legs were spread like a whore and whose eyes were watching both daughters' predicament. The man with the gun had wandered over to Melissa and began to rub her pussy as he wanked. I was thrusting as hard as I could now into Natalie who was moaning in plain audible range of everyone there. "Fuck me dad," she whispered, as she pushed her cute little bottom back on to my cock. This drove me to madness. I had to fill her up. As I spurted into her I felt her gasp as she put her hands down between her legs and rubbed her own pussy. The man wanking over her, shot a stream of hot cum on to her panties as Natalie had what was obviously a huge orgasm herself. Cathy also was wriggling on her back as the man filled her yet again. When I withdrew at last, Natalie slumped to the floor and I turned round as the man who had been sitting beside Melissa, finished wanking himself stupid, spurting a stream of cum directly onto her little pussy. Melissa looked stunned, but at least she was saved any further degradation. I begged them to leave but was faced with one last obstacle. The small matter of the credit cards. They demanded the PIN numbers which I was forced to write down for them. They could I knew, only withdraw $1000 maximum from each account but this seemed to satisfy their needs. The problem was however that in order to guarantee I neither called the Police or cancelled the PIN numbers, they insisted on taking Natalie with them to the ATM. Again, we had no choice, as one of the gang remained with us while they went. Even though she was able to get dressed first, the thought of her wedged in the back between two of them was a distinct worry. They were gone at least forty minutes on what should have been a ten minute trip, but finally Natalie was returned and with the fourth gang member, all took their leave. I questioned Nat at length as to whether or not she was treated OK. All she would say is "I'm alright dad." When I pressed her as to whether anything happened, all she would admit is "Nothing I want to talk about dad." Long have I pondered that scenario, so much they could have done to her in even twenty minutes! Did they fuck her again? strip her? suck her nipples? make her suck them all? sodomise her? Did she enjoy it?... I'll never know. But whenever I look at her or kiss her goodnight, I just wonder. We never did call the Police because all of us were too ashamed of our own behavior. It could never have been worth making our daughters front a court and give detailed evidence, much of which would hardly have strengthened our case anyway. Mercifully, neither Natalie or Cathy fell pregnant either. We don't talk about it, but when Cathy and I have had sex since, its to die for! © Peter_Pan Erotic Stories: http://www.lulu.com/content/166938