Contrary to what I thought, I just finished another story and I thought I could share it here until I have my site up and running (its not that easy to find a good host for something like this, especially as I want to start adding the photos I use as reference...). As always, if you read it, please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

tags: M/f, MMM+/f, non-cons, teen, first, rape, anal, throating, prostitution, bagging, snuff

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I nervously checked the time one more time, but the time was still the same. One more minute, and the day was over. On the front of the classroom, Ms. Campbell was trying to explain how to solve for X in the equation she had copied in the blackboard, but I wasn't really paying attention

When the bell finally rang, all the students jumped out of their seats, wanting to be the first out.

“Remember that you have to finish the exercises in pages 33 and 34 by Monday, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to start preparing for the exam on Friday!” she said, raising her voice above the noise, but no one was paying her any attention

Ms. Campbell was a good teacher, but she was a bit too soft sometimes.

“Jasmine!” she said looking at me as I passed by her desk. “Can you wait for a minute, I want to talk to you.”

Suddenly feeling a bit worried, I waited while everybody else left. I looked longingly at the door as they all walked away, and then we were alone.

Ms. Campbell sat on her desk, running her hands over her skirt as she always did when she was about to give a speech. She was only 25 years old, with blond hair and a beautiful face, but looking into her brown eyes made me uncomfortable.

“Jasmine, I am a little worried about you. Is everything okay?” she asked me.

I wasn't sure if my voice would crack, so I simply nodded quickly. I turned around towards the door, but she grabbed my arm with one hand.

“I have been paying attention, Jasmine. Something is happening. Your grades are down, and you stopped participating in the class. I talked to Mr. Johnson, and he said it was the same in his class.” she said, after letting me go.

I stood still, looking at the floor. Everything she had said was true, and I knew it, but it made little difference. Just for a second, I thought about telling her, but I couldn't take that risk.

“Is something wrong back home?” she asked me, wanting for me to open up.

I raised my head, looking at her again. I felt sad, because I thought I could trust her, but I also knew she wouldn't be able to help.

“Everything is okay. Thanks for your concern Ms. Campbell. Can I go now?” I answered back, a little more coldly than what I wanted.

She breathed deeply, looking into my eyes. She seemed worried.

“Yes, you can go. Just remember that you can talk to me if you want. I can help you.” she said, jumping from her desk and giving me a hug.

Once again, I nodded silently and then I left. The hallways were already deserted, and I knew I would have to run to catch the bus, but for a moment I stopped, looking back.

What if she could really help me? I suddenly wanted to go back, to tell her everything from the beginning. Imagined her taking Lily and me away, far from everything… but it was just a fantasy. I knew how the system worked, and that no matter how much she wanted, she wouldn't be able to help.

In the end, I turned around and left the school just as the last bus was leaving. Looking up into the clear blue sky, I thought that maybe that wasn't such a problem. A walk would do me good.

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Once I was back home, I locked the door and stood in the hall, listening to the TV. I could hear moans and cheesy music, a sure sign that Jacob was watching porn in the living room again. I shivered as I knew I had no choice but to pass through the living room if I wanted to get to my room, but I was too tired to go out again.

Pulling the straps of my backpack over my breasts, I walked in, trying not to make eye contact with him.

“Hello Jasmine.” he said from the couch, still watching the TV.

He was only wearing his underwear, and from the corner of my eye I could see the bulge of his cock under the tight white fabric. He also had a beer in one hand, and the remote on the other, while he watched a blonde girl blowing a black man on the TV.

“Hello daddy.” I said back to him, as I shivered in disgust.

He was only my mom’s boyfriend, but he made me call him daddy all the time, knowing that I hated it. Dropping the remote on the couch besides him, he pointed at the floor in front of him. I wanted nothing more than to run into my room, but I obediently stood in front of him, looking at the floor.

“Jasmine, I was wondering, have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked me as if he was asking for the time of the day.

Horrified, I took a step back, not knowing what to do. I started trembling in place, knowing all too well where this was going. Instead of running away, I shook my head, hoping against all odds that he was only trying to make me feel uncomfortable.

“Mmmmm, I think it's time you learned how to.” he said, taking a sip from his beer. “It's a very useful skill for every woman.”

Terrified, I looked at the door, but he smiled as if he could read my mind.

“Please… no.” I begged uselessly.

“Come on, don't be afraid. Your mom is really good at it, and I read somewhere that it is genetic. I am sure you will do great with just a little practice.” he said, placing his beer on the floor.

“If you don't want to, maybe I can ask Lily.” he said as I stood still in front of him.

That was the only thing he needed to manipulate me, and he knew it. Still trembling, I dropped the backpack behind me and I kneeled on the floor between his legs, resting my hands over my thighs.

With a smile, he lifted his ass from the couch and he took off his underwear. His cock, inches from my face, was already hard. The head was a bright red color as he stroked himself lazily with one hand.

My breathing became fast and shallow as I moved my hand towards it. I had seen it before, but despite all the times he had abused me, I had never touched it. But now I had no choice. Grabbing it, I was surprised at how hard and hot it felt in my hand.

“Come on, I am sure you know how it's done, Jasmine.” he said with a smile.

Pumping it slowly in my hand, I leaned forwards and I closed my lips around the tip. The skin was softer that what I expected, and it was fortunately clean, with only a faint taste of piss on it. Grateful for every small mercy, I tried moving it deeper into my mouth, but it was my first time and I started gagging on it as soon as it reached the back of it.

Jacob leaned back into the couch, moaning in pleasure as I recovered. I kept masturbating him in the hope that he would cum sooner, but he moved his left hand over my head, and he started guiding me, slowly at first but faster and faster as time passed. Soon I was slobbering all over his cock, until my saliva overflowed my mouth and started running down my chest. From time to time I had to stop to breathe, and I was disgusted as I saw his cock dripping with my saliva.

“Mmmmm! I love feeling your lips around my cock!” he said with his eyes still closed.

Without warning, I felt his other hand on my head. Grabbing me firmly, he started pulling deeper and deeper, until his cock was past the back of my throat and my nose was pressed firmly against his belly. I gagged almost instantly, and desperate to get away, I pushed with my hand on his tights.

Above me, he grunted in pleasure as he kept me in place. Without giving me time, he started moving my head as if he were fucking my pussy. His cock started bumping on my throat, making me gag as I struggled to breathe, but he just moaned.

A moment later my lungs started burning as I ran out of air. With every movement, he seemed to go deeper and deeper inside me while his balls slapped my lower jaw. In my desperation I dug my nails into his flesh, but it made little difference.

“Ohhhhh, shit! Get ready!” he screamed above me as he pulled me towards him one last time.

A second later I felt something warm splashing inside my mouth as he finally came. It seemed to go on forever, as jet after jet of his seed filled my mouth. It tasted like hot bleach as it oozed over my tongue, and my stomach twisted angrily inside me.

Just when I thought I was about to vomit, he released me and I fell backwards, landing on my ass as he laughed at me, taking pleasure in my humiliation.

His cum was like a burning acid on my mouth, and I twisted my head to the side, sitting it on the floor. But it was too thick, and even then I could still feel it sticking to my mouth, and the taste remained.

Out of nowhere, he slapped my face and I fell to the floor, bumping my head. When I looked up, he was standing over me, his cock still hard and dripping with cum and saliva. He looked angrily at me as I felt my cheek stinging from the slap.

“Next time you spit my cum, I will break you some teeth, is that clear?” he said, closing his hands into fists.

“You swallow, always. Got it?” he said, his voice angry and cold.

Before I realized what I was doing, I was nodding. The taste on my mouth was momentarily forgotten as I imagined what he could do to me, and I started trembling again, but he sat on the couch, still glaring at me.

A moment later he picked up his beer, and the remote, raising the volume. The moans from the girl filled the room, as I waited on the floor, not knowing what to do.

“Get out, and remember what I said.” he said without looking at me.

Not wasting another minute, I grabbed my backpack from the floor and I ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I collapsed on the floor, my back blocking the door as I started crying hysterically. I could still feel his cum on my tongue, but I couldn't move.

My mind raced with a million possibilities, as I thought about Ms. Campbell and what she had said. What if I told her and she could really help? Lily and I could be free of him, but if he found out I shuddered to think of what he was capable of.

I hugged my knees to my chest, thinking that at least I could protect Lily, and to me that was the only important thing.

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My life wasn't always like this, but I still remember the night when it all started.

I was only 5 years old and we were sitting on the floor, in Lily’s room, waiting for my dad as my mother read us a book. She wasn’t even a year old back then, and while I was still a little jealous of her, she was my sister, and I loved her.

“And then Winnie the Pooh sat on the floor, his fingers covered in honey, as he looked around the room.” my mom said to us, just when the phone started ringing.

Telling us it would only be a moment, she gave me the book and went to the kitchen to answer the call. Lily looked at her, her face twisting in sadness as she left, but I picked her up before she started crying, playing with her to distract her.

The house wasn't very big, and her voice traveled easily through the rooms. I heard her talking for a few moment, and I remember thinking that she sounded nervous.

“Nooooooooo!” she screamed suddenly, making me jump.

Lily started crying in my arms, trying to get away as I rose from the floor, suddenly afraid. I walked to the kitchen as dread grew inside me, and there I found my mom, sitting on the floor as she clutched the phone in her hands.

“No! Oh, god! Please… no! David!” she cried hysterically.

The next day I found out that a truck had crashed into my dad’s car, killing him. I cried as my mom tried to explain to me what had happened, and I remember how I begged her to bring him back, though of course she couldn't do anything.

The driver of the truck was in a rush when he lost control of the trailer. It spun, crashing into my dad as he waited for the green light, crushing him inside his own car. I later learned that he died instantly, but that was the only consolation that we got.

Suddenly my mom found herself alone, with no close relatives and two little girls. She had quit her job after I was born, as they made do with my father's work, but now that he was gone she found herself in trouble. As the insurance trial went on and on, she lost the house, and we had to move to a small apartment. She started selling stuff that we no longer needed as she looked for a job, but it wasn't easy with the two of us.

When the insurance finally paid it destroyed her. It was a joke, barely enough to cover her debts, and without no other option, she started cleaning houses for a living. When she could she took us with her, and I remember sitting in strangers houses as she worked, but not everybody was so good, and she spent a lot of money in child care.

Time took its toll, and she grew bitter and depressed. I started taking care of Lily when she wasn't around, and when I was old enough she started leaving me with her all day long. No matter how hard she tried, she could barely manage to get to the end of the month, and slowly that destroyed her.

As the years passed and things got even worse, she started drinking. Not much at first, but it wasn't long before she became an alcoholic. After work she would come back, looking sullen and angry. She would make us something to eat if I hadn't already, and then she would go out again, hopping between bars and coming back drunk.

Then the man started appearing. I would wake up early in the morning, only to find a stranger sleeping with her. I was terrified at first, and I would always lock Lily and I inside our room, waiting for them to go away. When I talked with her she told me everything was fine, and that I should not mess with her life.

None of the men she slept with lasted long, though. After a couple of weeks they would all stop coming, and she would tell me they were assholes, thought when I pressed her on it she told me it wasn't my problem.

She grew distant and distrustful, and when I turned 15 years old, Jacob appeared in our life. By then she was working on a liquor store, and he was a regular customer there. The pay wasn't very good, but she was able to steal enough for her to drink herself senseless and that seemed to be all that she cared about.

Jacob was the worst of them, but also the only one that stayed. Months passed and I counted every day, hoping that he would disappear like the rest, but instead my mom started coming home with bruises in her arms and her neck. I was terrified, but like before, she told me to leave her alone.

Then one day she told me we had to move, and we found ourselves living in his apartment. My mom said it would be for the best, as it was bigger and closer to her work, but I knew that nothing good would come out of it.

At first he behaved perfectly with us, but it wasn't long before he started calling me his little girl as he leered at me. When his friends came over to play poker, I had to stay in my room, no matter what happened, as some of them were even worse than him.

It was around then that I knew I had to do something, and then my mom wouldn't be of any help. When I told her what he did, she just brushed it off, calling me a liar, until I finally stopped talking to her.

The nights were the worst, as I sometimes heard them fucking while I tried to sleep. Luckily Lily was a deep sleeper, but it destroyed me to hear him calling my mother a slut as he fucked her on the next room.

Sometimes I would lay on my bed all night long, clutching the only pictures I had of my dad. My favorite was taken just a few weeks before the accident, on a day at the beach. My mom and my dad were hugging each other, smiling as they looked into the camera, while I carried Lily in my arms. I remember thinking that she was so small and fragile back then, that I was scared of holding her, but I promised myself that I would never let anything happen to her.

I remember how my dad used to play with us, and how full of life my mom was before all this, instead of the scarred and bitter woman she was now. I missed them so much…

But despite everything, I didn't want to give up. I started looking for a job, not sure of how I would do it as I was still 16 years old, but I got lucky. I found a company that hired me part time to clean bathrooms in a mall, no questions asked.

The work itself was awful, as I spent my afternoons after school cleaning toilets, only to clean them again an hour later. It was tiring and humiliating, and it wasn't long before I knew why my mom had been so tired every day after work.

The pay itself was very bad, below minimum wage, but since I shouldn't be allowed to work on the first place, I couldn’t say a word. Still, to me it was more than enough, and I saved every dollar I made as I dreamed of taking Lily away from that life before it was too late.

Still, I knew it would take a long time before I could escape with her, and I couldn't rush it. Despite everything, we had a roof over our heads and food every day, and I didn't want to risk ending up on the street with her. I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to her.

So I took my time, saving up slowly as I waited for the right time. There was no real reason to rush. We were safe, or so I thought...

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It was late in the night when my nightmare started. I was tired from school and from work, and I knew that tomorrow would be just as hard, so I took a shower and went back to my room, hoping to stay awake long enough for Lily to come back from one of her friends house.

There was a knock on the door, and before I could even turn around the door opened and my mom came in. I could smell the alcohol in her breath from the other side of the room, but when I saw Jacob entering my room I was paralyzed.

I was only wearing a towel, wrapped around my body, and I cursed myself for not locking the door before, but now it was too late.

“Mom? What is going on?” I asked her, hating how frightened I sounded.

She ignored me as Jacob took a swig of the bottle he had in his hand. He smiled at me for a few moments while I trembled in my bed, terrified of what he might do.

“Hey Jasmine. We were talking with your mom, and turns out she forgot to get me a birthday present, can you believe it?” he said taking another swig of the bottle.

From the corner of my eyes I could see my phone on my night stand. I could tell he was pretty drunk, and I naively thought I had a chance to call the police before anything happened.

Moving my hand slowly, I tried to pick it up as I shielded it with my body.

“But then Sara thought of the perfect present for me. Just what I have wanted for a long time.” he took a few steps towards me as he talked, giving my mom the bottle.

“Noooo! Mom!” I whispered as I realized what he meant.

I looked at my mom, and I saw her drinking from the bottle behind him. She was smiling, completely oblivious to what was happening.

I started trembling in fear as he got closer and closer. I tried to grab the phone but I was paralyzed, and before I could react, he was standing next to me, while I sat on the bed.

“Jasmine.” he said, taking off his belt.

I was finally able to react as I heard him saying my name, but he was too close. Before I could get away the grabbed one of my arms, twisting it behind me as he pushed me into the bed.

“Mom! Help me! Please!” I screamed uselessly as I struggled under his weight.

A moment later he had both my arms behind my back and he wrapped his belt around then, tying then together. I panicked as I felt the leather tightening around my skin, and I started kicking wildly. My foot struck my bedside lamp, shattering it and sending shards of porcelain all over the floor.

Once he had tied the belt, he flipped me around until I was laying on my back and then he sat on top of me, pinning me with his weight. I felt his hands over my body just before he unwrapped the towel from my body, leaving me naked beneath him.

I shivered as his eyes ran over my body, making me feel disgusted and afraid.

“Please! Just let me go, I won't say a word! Please!” I begged to him as he fondled my breasts until they started to hurt.

“Jasmine. Are you a virgin?” he asked me as he started kissing my neck.

His lips felt like fire on my skin and I felt his breath, reeking of alcohol, on my neck as I trembled in fear.

“Don’t worry, I will be gentle.” he said, rising up and smiling. He took off his shirt and then he slid of me, taking his pants off. His cock was already hard and it looked impossibly large to me. I shuddered thinking what was about to happen, but I couldn't move.

“Mom! What are you doing! Help me! Please” I screamed again, hoping to make her react, but it was pointless.

She looked at me, her eyes unfocused and I knew she was already drunk.

Then I saw him again, standing next to me as he stroked his cock. Smiling, he climbed on to the bed again, grabbing my ankles and placing then on his shoulders. I felt his hand, running over my naked pussy and terror overwhelmed me.

“Please! Don't do it! Please!” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Despite my pleading, he spat in his hand, and then he smeared his saliva over my pussy, moving his fingers between my lips. I shuddered as I felt him touching me, but I was unable to move.

Then without another word he grabbed his cock in one hand and he rubbed it between my lips. I closed my eyes, hoping that it was all a nightmare, and that I would wake up in my bed, alone, but it was useless.

As he moved slowly inside me I tensed my body, preparing myself for the pain I knew was about to come, and then I felt the head of his cock inside me. I gasped in shock, more in surprise than in pain as I realized that it was real, and that he was raping me.

“No! No! Noooo!” I screamed as he moved deeper into me.

By then he was breathing deeply and he had his eyes closed.

“Yeahhhh! You have a really tight cunt!” he said as the pain inside me rose and rose.

Then suddenly I felt something inside me give, and a sharp pain spread through my body. I couldn't even breath from the intensity as I felt something warm dribbling between my legs.

“I guess you are a woman now, Jasmine.” he said, caressing my cheek with one hand.

I was paralyzed as I finally felt his hips resting against my ass and I knew he was fully inside me. I felt full and bloated, and my pussy was screaming in agony as he started moving. I shook my head from side to side, trying to clear my eyes as the world was blurry from my tears, but I couldn't stop crying.

Once he was fully inside me, he started fucking me. I felt a fire burning inside me and I knew that I wasn't wet enough, but he didn't care. Unable to move, I tensed my body, trembling under his assault as I waited for it to be over.

To one side I could see my mom, now sitting on the floor as she finished the bottle, and I wondered how she could let someone rape her daughter in front of her.

I don't know how long it lasted, but he took his time, moving slowly inside me, savoring the moment as he took my virginity away. I tried to stay still, as struggling only made it hurt more, but he still found ways to torture me. He started fondling my breast and pinching my nipples, until I they too were in agony.

Then, without warning, I felt him pull out from my pussy, leaving me with a sensation of emptiness. I felt sore and dirty as he watched me, his cock in his hand again, now covered in my blood.

I felt like screaming, but I was too tired even for that.

“I love how tight you are, Jasmine.” he said tenderly to me.

Then he grabbed my ankles in one hand and he turned me around until I was facing down. He stood to one side, his hands caressing my back as I tried to pull the belt loose, but I only managed to cut myself on the tough leather.

“But… I think I deserve something a little more special for my birthday, don't you think?” he said, as his hands moved over my ass, and I froze in terror once more.

With one hand holding me against the bed, the other moved between my legs, playing with my pussy before he moved his thumb over my asshole. I cried out in surprise and I started thrashing under him with all my force.

I got lucky, and one kick caught him on his chin, knocking him away. I wasted no time, rolling away from him and landing on the floor with my knees flexed. I took off running as fast as I could move, but I was still too slow. He grabbed my ankle after only two steps, dragging me down to the floor and with my hands behind my body I couldn't break my fall. I smashed my head on the hard floor, and I was left moaning from the pain.

“Stupid bitch! You are going to pay for that!” he said, screaming furiously.

Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back and then he slammed it again against the floor, leaving me stunned and with a headache. A muffled scream escaped my lips as he pressed me against the floor, and behind me he sat on top of my legs.

Pulling from the belt, he forced my arms up. The pain was terrible and I couldn't stop screaming. Worst of all, I couldn't move, as every time I did the pain became even greater. He took that opportunity to continue his work, and I felt his thumb over my asshole again.

“Noooo! Please, not that! You are going to hurt me!” I begged hysterically under him

But he wasn't paying me any attention, and soon I felt his warm saliva sliding between my butt as he spat on me again. Using his cock, he smeared his saliva on my asshole, and without wasting more time I felt the head of his cock pressing against me.

At first it wasn't painful, and I only felt the pressure increasing as he tried to open me up, but soon he overpowered my sphincter and the head slid inside me. I was in agony again, as he forced his way inside my virgin asshole, and the sensation was horrible.

I tried moving away from him, but I had to drag myself over the carpet, burning my breasts on it until I had to stop. Just like before, he slowly worked his way inside me, moaning in pleasure as he raped me, but this time the pain was much stronger and I tensed my body, trying not to scream.

Then he was inside me, his hips resting on my ass as he shoved his cock fully inside me. As he stood still the pain eased for a moment, but he started moving a few seconds later, fucking my ass dry.

“Aaaaarghhh!” I screamed in agony as he fucked me, fearing that he would tear me open.

A moment later he grabbed my hair again, pulling from it and using it to hold me down. I felt his sweat against my skin and I had trouble breathing as his weight crushed me. He was fucking me savagely, as if he were punishing me with his cock.

“Get ready, I am going to cum, bitch!” he screamed into my ears.

I tensed my body, unable to believe he was going to cum inside me, but a moment later I felt the first jet of semen splashing inside my rectum. More followed a moment later, and he grunted in pleasure as he filled my asshole with his seed.

I stood still as he finally stopped moving. My body trembled from the pain under his weight and I was exhausted. Then he let go of my hair, and slowly he pulled out, leaving my asshole gaping open from the abuse. I gasped in pain as he got up, and I felt a sharp pain coming from my asshole.

He kneeled on the floor in front of me, and I looked away, unable to see him as he caressed my back again. I couldn't stop crying as shivers ran down my body wherever he touched me.

“Now, you are not going to say a word about this. Not to anyone, is that clear, Jasmine? Otherwise I might just do the same to your little sister.” he said, his hand closing on the back of my neck.

I imagined my sister, naked and bound under his body while he raped her, and I was terrified. The thought of her being abused by him filled me with dread, and I nodded slowly, without looking at him.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.” he said.

“I won't say a word. I swear…” I whispered, feeling tired and afraid.

Apparently satisfied, I felt him undoing his belt and I was free again. He got up, and after picking his clothing from the floor, he told me to get cleaned up. Without another word he left, taking my mom by one hand. The empty bottle lay discarded on the floor, and she swayed from side to side as he followed her out.

I felt ashamed and disgusted. My skin tingled all over as I felt his sweat drying on me as his cum dribbled from my asshole. Trying to stop the pain, I folded my knees under my chest as I laid my face on the floor. Then I took one trembling hand to my ass and I gingerly felt around my asshole. It hurt terribly every time I touched it, but besides his cum dribbling out of it, there was no blood. Then I ran my fingers over my pussy, and they came out red with blood.

“Oh, god! No!” I said to myself.

I remembered my phone, laying on the floor next to the broken lamp, and I was just about to call the police when I remembered his threat. I knew then, that I wouldn't do it. I couldn't risk him hurting Lily, no matter what he did to me.

I slowly dragged myself towards my bed, climbing onto it with the last of my strength. My head was killing me from the blows, and my arms were covered in bruises from where he had tied me, but despite the pain, the worst was the humiliation of knowing that he had used me for his pleasure, and once he was done, he had thrown me away.

I slowly crawled under the sheets, covering my body as I cried in shame. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I woke up when Lily returned.

She was a bit short for a 12 years old girl, at 4 foot and 3 inches, but her body was slowly turning into one of a woman, with wide hips and small budding breast. Her hair was light brown, just like mine, and her eyes were a deep reddish brown.

“Hey, Jasmine. Are you okay?. Your eyes are look red and puffy...” she said to me, her voice filled with concern.

I grabbed the sheets, pulling them tight against my body when she tried to pull them off, afraid she would see the bruises. I could feel his cum still burning inside my asshole, and I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

“I am okay, don't worry.” I said to her, smiling as best as I could.

She looked at me, and I knew she wanted to press me, but fortunately she went to her own bed and after undressing she went to sleep.

“Good night. I love you.” she said from her bed.

I felt a knot forming inside my throat as I thought about her. Holding back my tears, I promised myself that I would protect her, no matter what.

“I love you too, Lily.” I said to her, wiping away the tears from my eyes. “Good night.”

It was a long time before I managed to sleep again, and my dreams were full of shadows that came out of the dark, running after me until they dragged me down into the darkness with them.

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That night was the first time he raped me, but it wouldn't be the last. With every rape he became more confident that I wouldn't say a word, and his abuse became more and more violent. He only had to threaten Lily and I would do as he said, no matter how humiliating or disgusting it was.

I can't say I got used to it, no one can. But it became part of my life, just like work or going to school. After a few months of constant abuse, I became fearful and introvert. I stopped talking to my friends and I concentrated on my job, hoping to escape as soon as I could.

Every night, after he raped me, I would count what little money I had saved, telling myself that it still wasn't enough. I told myself that I just had to hold on for a little longer. Just another month, and then we could escape together.

But in the end, it was all for nothing.

That night I came back from work a little later than usual. I was tired and cranky, as two of my coworkers had missed work and I had been forced to cover their areas. Distracted as I was, it wasn't until I had locked the front door in the entrance hall that I noticed the noise.

I could hear moans of pleasure coming from the living room, and what might even be someone gagging on something. I felt disgusted, as I imagined Jacob sitting on the couch watching porn and masturbating, as Lily was probably already back.

But I thought something wasn't quite right, and I walked slowly towards the living room door, holding my breath.

The door was open, and through it I saw my mom, sitting on the couch’s armrest. She was only wearing her underwear, an old lacy set that she had had for a long time. Trembling, I moved a little close to the door, and then I saw him.

It was one of Jacob’s friends, though I didn't know his name. He was completely bald and a little shorter than me, thought he was all muscle. I remember all the times he had called a me “a pretty little slut” as they played poker and I shivered. But worst of all was seeing him in his underwear, sitting on the couch next to my mom as he ran his hands over her legs.

I gasped in shock, horrified by what I was seeing. He was laughing as he moved his hands along my mother's ass, oblivious to my presence. I thought of Lily, and what seeing this might do to her, and I couldn't stop myself. I barged into the room, ready to take her away, but I stopped cold as soon as I saw him.

Jacob was sitting on the couch, were he always was. He was naked, holding a beer in one hand, and in front of him, kneeling on the floor and sucking his cock, was Lily.

I stopped in the middle of the room, unable to move, or even to talk as I watched her sucking him. She had her hands handcuffed behind her back with a pair of pink handcuffs and her head was bobbing up and down between his legs as he held her neck in one hand.

Jacob looked at me a moment later in fake surprise. He was smiling and licking his lips.

“Jasmine! How was your day, sweetie?” he asked me cheerily, acting as if nothing was happening.

As I stood speechless in the room, I saw him pushing her head deeper until she started gagging. She pulled from the handcuffs, but they were closed tightly and I could see red mark on her skin where they were cutting her.

I don't know how long I stood there, watching the scene without saying anything, but at some point it became too much for me to stay standing. I collapsed onto my knees, hanging my head in shame. Of course his promise had been a lie! How could I have been so stupid as to thrust him?

I started crying as I imagined him raping Lily, time and time again, while I left her alone with him. Only then I noticed that she was also acting strange too and I tried to remember for how long she had been distant and quiet, but I couldn’t. I coldly wondered if he had started raping her before me, and I shuddered at the thought.

In front of me Jacob was smiling as he pointed his beer at me.

“Hey man, do you want to ride her? She is a pretty sweet fuck!” he said talking to the bald man.

I looked up in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing. My heart was beating furiously inside my chest, just like it had the first time he had raped me. I looked at my mom, but she was no help.

“Are you sure she won't mind?” he said, licking his lips as he stood up from the couch.

As he started walking towards me I panicked. I stood up and turned around, desperately trying to get to the door as I searched for my keys, but he was much faster than me. He tackled me before I could take the first step, and I fell to the floor, banging my head against the wooden floor.

A white flash of light filled my head while I tried to get up, but my arms and legs felt slow and heavy. He fell on top of me a moment later, pinning me to the floor as I felt his hand unzipping my pants. He tried to pull them off me, but they were too tight and with me laying down it wasn't easy.

He grew angry as I fought with him, trashing my arms and legs as I tried desperately to get him off my back.

“Help! Please! Somebody help me!” I screamed in panic, hoping one of the neighbors would listen.

“Stay still, you stupid bitch!” he screamed into my face as he flipped me over, until I was laying on my back.

Out of nowhere, he slapped my face once, and then again, rocking my head to one side and leaving my face on fire. Without wasting more time, he finally managed to slid my pants down to my knees and then he did the same with my panties.

“Noooo! Let me go! Please!” I screamed uselessly, but his only response was another slap on my face.

Stunned, he flipped me over again, and grabbing the back of my head he pressed me against the floor as he climbed on top of me. I felt his hands between my legs, sliding between my pussy lips as he held me down. I was far too dry, and he struggled to slide his fingers inside me.

“Noooo!” I screamed as I felt him inside me.

“Ohhh, you have a tight little cunt!” he said laughing into my ear.

The he pulled out, making me gasp in shock, but a moment later I felt him moving behind me and he moaned in pleasure as something bigger and hotter pressed against my pussy.

“Get ready for my cock, bitch!” he screamed, but when he slid it inside me it felt soft and he had trouble pushing it in.

My struggles didn't make it any easier for him, and I thought I might be able to get him off me if I got lucky. He seemed unable to push his cock inside me, and for a moment he stood still, pressing my face against the floor.

I tried looking behind me, to see Lily and Jacob, but I couldn't run my head, no matter how hard I tried.

“Stay still, you cunt! I can't concentrate!” he screamed nervously. Behind him I could hear Jacob laughing softly.

He pulled from my hair in anger, lifting my head from the floor and then he slammed it down. My forehead hit the floor solidly, bouncing and leaving me stunned. I tasted something metallic in my mouth and a moment later it started to hurt. I feared I had bitten my tongue off, but he gave me no time to recover.

Getting up again, he rolled me over one more time, until I was facing up and then he sat on my chest, crushing me with his weight. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed with my wrists in one hand and the pushed them against the floor, high above my head, until I couldn't move anymore.

“What's the matter man?” Jacob said, mocking him.

He looked at me with pure hate in his eyes, seething with rage as I tried to free my wrists, but I was getting tired and he was much stronger that I. With his free hand he started masturbating next to my face. I could see his cock now, and it looked soft and small.

Desperate to get hard, he rubbed it on my face, smearing what little juices I had on my lips and my cheeks. It was humiliating and I was disgusted as I smelled myself on his cock, but even that wasn't enough to get him hard.

When he tried to open my mouth, I bit his fingers in defense, but that was a mistake.

“Stupid bitch!” he screamed, even angrier than before.

Then both his hands moved quickly to my neck, clamping around it as he started squeezing. I felt the pressure crushing my throat and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't breathe anymore. I panicked and it wasn't long before my lungs started burning inside my chest.

“I will teach you a lesson, you cunt!” he said as he strangled me with his hands.

My face felt on fire and my vision started to close around me. Desperate to breathe, I grabbed his wrists, trying to pull them off my neck, but he only squeezed harder. It wasn't long before I could hear my heart beating inside my head.

Then he lifted me from the floor, only to slam me back down again. I hit my head once more, and a sharp bolt of pain made me gasp. Spit flew from my lips as I fought to breath, landing on his face, but he didn't even notice.

“Hey man, she is getting a little blue. Ease off!” Jacob said lazily from the couch.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see my mom, sitting on the floor next to the couch. She looked scared, but she made no move to help us.

My vision closed even more, until the only thing I could see was his face hovering above me. My mouth was open, and I felt my tongue bloated inside it as he kept squeezing my neck. Every muscle in my body screamed in agony from the lack of air, but I managed to raise my hand to his face.

I dragged my fingernails over his face, cutting him and leaving four red lines over his cheek, but he just squeezed a little harder.

Just as I lost consciousness, I thought of Lily, and how I had failed her. Then I knew no more.