Lit's been a bit quiet, so going to try out a new story.
Expect Loli, Rape, Assorted Non-Con and Semi-Con, deaths in each short chapter, and more degeneracy as the story goes on.


(1)

Cecil did not know how she became immortal. The day she died, she simply woke up once more. She might have been twelve or thirteen – she could hardly count the days to know for sure – when her uncle dragged her out of the cellar with an empty bottle of liquor in hand.

He screamed and cursed and called his sister a useless whore, as he tore off her rags and forced his hard cock to tear through her tiny cunt. This much was normal for him, as he dragged her out to rape her every time he lost at cards, or injured himself at work, his drink tasted like piss, or whatever else had angered him that day.

Since the day her mother died and left her behind, it was either staying in his cellar or dying as an orphan, and so she wound up abandoned in this basement, eating soggy bread and the slop he referred to as soup, drinking filthy water, pissing and shitting into a hole dug in a corner of the dirt floor that she slept on most nights.

Whatever her hair might have looked like years prior, now it was browned by dirt, her flat chest, tiny body, and hairless crotch covered by nothing but a burlap rag that was torn until it was barely more than a few loose strips of cloth.

The only sunlight she saw was on days when she was pulled out to be his sex toy. At first she cried and screamed, then she lay silently, until eventually she moaned quietly as he roughly fucked her, his beatings having become the price of sleeping in a soft bed for the night before he woke up, while making sure to get up before him. With a hangover, he never cared to lead her downstairs, opting to push her down the stairs to the cellar while grumbling.

Some nights Cecil wondered if she shouldn’t simply break his own bottle on his empty skull while he slept, but without him, even the slop he fed her would vanish away, and if anybody from the construction site bothered to report him missing, the guards might show up instead. Orphans weren’t allowed inside the walls, and neither did they survive outside the walls.

A heavy fist sunk into Cecil’s stomach, punching the breath out of her. On a good day when he was only drunk, his beatings were only this much, a few punches until he came inside her and fell asleep. When he lost money, he would close his hand around her thin throat and squeeze until her face turned purple, her pussy tightening around his penis in a desperate, instinctive attempt to finish him off so he would get bored and rest.

But the nights when he brought up his sister were the worst. He cursed her for having all her money stolen before dying and leaving nothing to him, for leaving him with this useless cumrag which cost him a copper in food every day, giving nothing in return except a house smelling like shit.

Cecil felt her uncle’s cock swell and fill her womb with hot semen, and she exhaled with a sense of relief, but today, the hand around her neck did not loosen, and the cock inside her did not pull out. Instead the glass bottle crashed into her head, pouring glass shards and drops of whiskey over her face.

She screamed and cried, sharp glass lacerating her face, her vision vanishing into darkness as shards found their way through her eyes.

Usually he enjoyed hearing her whimpering underneath him, but today he decided he just wanted her to shut up. He drove his fist into his niece’s broken face, over and over until she finally went quiet for good.

Yet she woke up in the gutter outside just a few hours later. The blood soaked into her hair and the semen oozing out of her were both dry, only the wounds that should have been underneath them no longer existed.

After quietly resolving her confusion, something inside Cecil finally broke. She made her way back into the house, back into her uncle’s bedroom instead of her cellar.

Seeing the look of utter shock on his face as his own dead niece drove the jagged remains of his own bloody bottle into his throat was the first joy she had felt in years.