House of Ordeals

WARNING:
Brutal, non-consensual multiple rape fantasy story. Contains extreme graphic sexual sadism, obscenity, torture, snuff and offensive content.
All characters are above 18 years and above. None of this is real.


The arrival home.

It’s nearly two in the morning. The black van cruised down twisted streets, surrounded by the monoliths of silent factories and warehouses. This district is deserted by night and filled with noise and smoke in the day.
Down to the end of the farthest street, obscured by a vast red bricked and grimy building is the house of ordeals. It sits at the edge of this district, facing a dormant and polluted sea where no man roams without reason.

The black van turned slowly and stopped before a great black iron gate, chained and padlocked shut. The tops of the gate were spear like and cluttered with barbed wire. Two vicious Dobermans barked and bared their fangs but fell silent when the obese driver squeezed himself out of the van, He stared at the dogs with watery, psychotic eyes and they backed away to let him unlock the gate to his house. The gates creaked open, he got back into the van and drove in, stopping only to get out and lock the gates behind again, ensuring security and safety from prying eyes. The gates were walled up with dark steel and no one outside could look into compound. High walls made from solid rock stretched around like a prison with the top of the walls covered with broken glass. No one could get in or out for that matter. At dead center of the unlit land stood the terrible three storied concrete house surrounded by a clogged drain filled with fetid water. Broken and burned out vehicles were stacked up front, and the sides of the windowless house piled oil drums, rusting and reeking. The only point of entry appeared to be an automated garage shutter door behind the building , away from the street. Beyond the back wall of the compound was the dumping ground of unused metal. The garage door rattled open like a menacing beast, with chains and pulleys screaming against grating metal and the darkness inside yawned. The van was driven in and the shutters descended slowly like the mouth a monster and shut out the world beyond.

Inside the garage was dark, and with engine turned off, the obese driver got out and made his way to the locked gate. With a set of keys chained to his dirty jeans, he unlocked the padlock, unlocked the gate and pulled it open. He was fumbling excitedly for the other key for the heavy iron door that would open to his house of disturbing pleasures. It was almost silent in the cramped and filthy hall. The tv was on, tuned to cartoons. An irony, a surreal counterpart to the horrors that was happening behind closed doors. No. The horrors were not for him and his cult family. The horrors were for the victims that belonged to the cult. He stepped over crushed beer cans and dirty clothes and approached the grotesque altar. Upon a black cabinet stood the clay statue of Graheg sprayed with black paint and smeared with semen; This idol is of rape lust energies condensed into an fat gruesome shape with a bald and deformed head. Plastered upon its body is the hair of the victims offered to Graheg. Before the statue were six pairs of panties, crumpled up and reeking of sweat, blood and semen. Two of them were white, one light blue, another pink, one beige and the last one red. Most of them were simple briefs but the white and pink ones were thongs. All of them were S or XS in size. Such is the standard of the sacrificial victims. Young, slender, petite, and most important of all, virgin pure. Only the virgin were sacrificed to the statue. Only the virgins were raped and defiled and tortured the most. That is the way of pleasing Graheg. The obese man, who is known as One, or The Elder, offered his thanks to Graheg. “Master, “He said, “I come to honour you again, for bringing us young favourable flesh. I thank you for the latest teenage girl in the elder room and the girl that was the subject of my last devotion and dedication to you, she who is now buried alive beneath this building. I thank you sincerely for keeping our family safe from the authorities and may you continue to bless us with pure virgin teens for our continued depravity….” He bent forward to kiss the protruding penis of the statue. It was black and thick with veins the size of earthworms. He wrapped his lips around the phallus and sucked on it three times and ended the ritual by kissing the head of the penis.

He reached out for the last pair of panties, the red one, picked it up and held it to his face. He took a deep whiff. It was fresh, only four days old. He took three deep breaths, the smell of her triggering off his memory. He remembered being angry, having pulled off her shorts to see her in red panties. He never liked the colour red but she was a virgin and he had to carry on the ritualistic raping for three days and three nights before burying her in a steel coffin beneath the house in the basement. He gingerly put back the panties and picked up her identity card that was left next to her garment. He looked at her name again, Alicia Lim. He looked at her face again and wondered what she was feeling right now, trapped in that steel box, naked and cruelly bound tight with barbed wire. He remembered how she howled into her gross gag. Her face wrapped up in black industrial tape and 5 inch thick rubber bands. His cock hardened immediately when he thought of the rotting bloodied meat that was shoved into her mouth as packing and sealed in. He recalled the scent of the super glue he used to seal her lips together. And her pleading eyes. Her pleading eyes that poured tears when he told her she would be buried alive. Her death would not be merciful though, not the quick passing out from lack of air. The coffin was designed with a tube that ran out of the earth so that she still would have air. It would be the lack of food and water that would eventually kill her and that would take at least three days. Three days, bound in barbed wire, gagged with rotting meat and sealed into a hot steel box and buried. Three long, torturous days. This was only day one. 30 hours or so since her burial. He wondered what she was feeling now, lying there, body covered with the sperm of four men. Such is the ritual procedure for Graheg. Such is the sacrifice.

He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of muffled screaming. It was faint but he could pick out such a beautiful sound anywhere. It was coming from behind the door of number 2. The second eldest. One put down the identity card of his last victim and pondered if he should look in, to see what Two was doing to an obviously terrified girl behind the black door. His cock was already hard as he stepped closer and reached out for the handle…..

The brother”s victim.

The door was not locked, thankfully and he slowly pushed it opened. The sound of gargled screaming and choking became more apparent and when One looked in, he knew why.
The sight he beheld was amazing to him and probably very terrible to the young naked girl.
She was gagging on Two’s large, uncircumcised black cock. He was sitting on her small chest, his large, stretch marked bum was rubbing against her upper chest and neck.
He was furiously fucking the girl’s face, her entire head buried beneath and crushed repeatedly by his fat, wobbling belly. His monstrous and hairy inner thighs clamped the sides of her poor head.
One could hear sloshing sounds. “Brother, brother, what have we here?” The sweating brother was grunting as he thrust his hips in and out, in and out of the girl’s face.

“What the fuck do ya want? You can see I’m busy.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, no way to talk to an elder.”

“Fuck you what do you want?” He was panting and grunting some more. The girl gave a weak muffled garbled noise. One stepped further in the room and studied her young body.
She was petite, small, probably Asian Chinese. Her breasts were barely fully grown but the mound was nice and curved and fleshy and soft.
It was bouncing back and forth because of the rough thrusting of her face rapist.
Her stomach was flat and he could see her breathing hard and irregularly, trying to catch air perhaps, having her throat plugged up by a large, long cock.

Her legs were spread tightly to the ends of the bed and secured by bondage shackles that were fixed to the iron rods beneath the bed.
The bed was creaking audibly with every thrust. Her legs were smooth and tender, body covered with sweat.
“My dear brother,” One said, walking around the bed to see where her clothes had gone to, “how many times have you flooded this poor girl with your slime?” He stopped to stare at her cleanly shaven crotch, red raw from prior pounding, with a pool of light-yellow mucus like sperm dribbling out of her vagina.
“I don’t….know…” the brother replied between pants, ”maybe four…five times….” One saw her light-blue t-shirt, ripped and strewn on the floor. Just by his feet were her shorts, black running shorts, cut or torn apart. He looked around, looking for her bra and panties….
”Are you going to fuck off?” The other brother yelled. “The Crone has some girl for you in your room, and she’s preparing a fresh one right now…just been abducted…go watch her prepare her or whatever…I’m not going to be done so soon…”
“Oh come on, let me watch you face rape this youngling…”
“Whatever. You hear that bitch? We’ve got an audience!” One did not hear any noise as response.
The second eldest continued his assault upon the poor bound girl eating his cock against her will. One sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing himself and studied her right, athletic leg that was straining against the bonds, tugging and jerking trying to break free.
He began stroking her just beneath her knees, up and down his rough hands felt up her thighs. He could see her legs twisting and jerking away from his hands.
So busy she was, trying not to vomit from that thing sliding in and out of her throat while trying to avoid caress of the first brother. He watched his brother now going at her face.
He could see his sweat streaming down his broad hairy back and pooling around her chest. He could even smell the sourish odour rising from his heated body.
He imagined the girl having the worst brunt of his brother’s smell, his dirty, sweaty, slimy crotch banging against her pretty face.
He got up and moved to the head of the bed to have a look. Every time his brother pulled his torso backwards, One caught a glimpse of the teen’s face, mouth held open by a ring gag, strapped merciless around her head. When the grotesque groin was shoved back into her face, his knotted, thick public hair practically buried her nose.
His cock was driven in deep, right up the edge of his blackened wrinkled ball sacks that banged against her quivering lower lips with every thrust.
One really wondered what she was feeling, having a disgusting sperm coated cock slipping and sliding along her tongue and the insides of her throat.
She had short hair, and from what he could see, she was quite attractive in that innocent schoolgirl way. Her white bra was still entangled around her upper arms and pulled back behind her head.
Her eyes turned instinctively to stare at One, wide eyed and full of fear, perhaps pleading with him silently to make the monster stop fucking her face.
Tears were streaming out of her eyes and her hair was plastered to her wet skin. She had been crying quite a bit.
He could hear more gurgling, the sound of retching against thick flesh and sporadic screams trapped in her throat. One waved at her when her eyes caught his again.
Several times, she rolled her eyes up into her head perhaps from the pain she felt every time the fat man shifted his weight.
Her arms had disappeared behind and under the bed, probably strapped down with cable ties or rope.
The brother continued fucking her this way, grunting and spitting on her face, oblivious to his brother’s presence.
He was caught up in the act, feeling his already drained groin give rise to more sperm. His thrusting was starting to become more vigorous.
The brother watched, standing there looking down at the two of them, The fucking and the movement was hypnotic.
Two was grabbing her by the hair now, pulling her head into his every forward motion as if it would drive his cock in deeper.
It was a disturbing thing for such a young girl to go through but that made it all the more erotic and passionate.
Her legs were still jerking and tugging, never giving up the fight, as if by some miracle her bonds would break and she could run free.
Not a chance. Her rapist started making louder, deranged noises and kept going harder and harder.
One stepped back, knowing that his brother was about to gush straight into her. He almost ejaculated as his brother let out an inhuman roar, as he burst forth his load deep into her throat.
The gurgling screams became louder as she probably tried to throw up the hot slime sloshing down into her stomach.
Her eyes were screwed shut and she was retching, yellowish cum spilling out of her nose. One turned to see her stomach contracting and tensing, as if she was trying to stop the sperm from flooding her stomach. The brother kept pushing out whatever was left inside him into her, slowing his thrusts, yes but still sliding in and out nevertheless.
Every push forward released a bit more sperm until he was completely spent.
He let out a big, satisfactory breath of air as his brother clapped slowly, applauding the great show. “Bravo, number two, bravo!”
Two tiredly and finally pulled out his spent cock, taking almost three second to fully release it from her mouth and throat.
Before she could have any chance to release some deep-seated scream, he unhooked his black underwear that hung by the bedpost and shoved it into the opening of the ring gag.
He carefully wiped up some cum from the sides of her mouth then pushed the soiled garment in, filling her mouth to capacity. From the back of her head, he pulled out the leather flap then clamped it across her mouth and threaded it through the other side like a belt. He pulled sharply on it, sealing the sperm and his underwear into her mouth.
When he was finally done, he settled down at the side of the bed and slapped his right hand onto her right breast, mauling and massaging it.
“Now that was a good facial don’t you think!” He teased. She still had her eyes screwed shut, head thrust backwards towards the ceiling crying into her mouth-filling gag.
He turned to his eldest brother looking on. “You want to have a go at her? She’s tight like fuck!”
“No, no,” he said, patting his brother’s shoulders, “she’s all yours.”
“I‘m hungry!” Two said, “Famished after all that fucking!”
“well go grab yourself some food then.”
He got up to leave the room, “you coming?”
“No not yet, let me have a few private words with your baby over here.”
He laughed then left the room. When the door shut, one turned to the shivering girl on the bed.
“You know….my brother…..he’s not going to stop raping you…” she mewed into her gag, started to cry audibly.
“He usually keeps going for three, maybe four days before he finally gets bored….I pity you… I really do….he’ll rape your face, your cunt, your ass, between your breasts, and he’ll do it over and over again.
That’s how he is. The only thing he knows what to do is fuck. And when he’s done with you, he wouldn’t have the balls to kill you.
I suppose that’s a good thing, because my other brothers out there…some of them have a hard on for torture…. “
A deep, unsettling moan and wail escaped her gagged face. One just laughed, “of course, my other brothers will rape you first before any torture begins…so you will live probably another week if you’re lucky, feeding on sperm and whatever we decide to shove down your throat. But lets not jump the gun ok? Have fun with my brother first and I’ll see you perhaps, in a few days time….”
The eldest left her to that unsettling news, laughing as he listened to her wailing and struggling on the bed and he shut the door behind her.
He entered the hall. His brother was smoking up outside.
“Where’s The Crone?”
He gestured to the closed door of the matron. “I think she’s about to re-gag the new girl, you should go watch, or go fuck your toy in your room, whatever, I’m going to go eat after this!”
“Alright brother, happy eating, oh and one question…whatever happened to the girl’s panties? I never found it anywhere in the room…”
The brother laughed, “She wasn’t wearing any…”
The eldest nodded with a smile, then slowly, with anticipation, Number one approached the room, where the crone is, preparing the new girl with two of his other brothers watching on….


The Crone

The Crone is always the ruse, the black magic woman who attracts the young, pretty teens to help her with her ‘disability’ and her ‘plight.’ She is obese, appears ‘sickly’, ‘helpless’, ‘depressed’. The girls often have pity on her, with all her ‘homeless things’ weighing down her wheel chair. “Push me somewhere safe dearies, there are bad men always stealing my things.” The girls comply; bring her somewhere ‘safer,’ sometimes, to the ‘safe house’ where she pretends to be staying. A dilapidated shack away from main streets. When the girls help her, her magic makes no one else see, no witnesses. All sense of caution in the girls vanishes as prudent energies are eaten away by black magic. The crone lures the girls away from their daily life and into a life of sexual abuse and primordial lust and terror and sometimes, death.

The latest capture is not of one, as the brother was mistaken, but two. Two exchange students. Barely out of school. One from America, another from Taiwan. Lured in similar fashion, together, to their explicit fates. One always cherished that quickening of the blood when he first laid eyes on the new victims. He stood at the door frame, door ajar, the large bed in front of him. His near naked brothers were at the two sides, standing on chairs, taking photographs. He admires his grotesque looking brothers. The one on the left is a seven foot albino she male, with a deformed belly and long frightening hair that drops past to the half of his back. He has a yellowing bridal gown on, complete with veil. He has a terrible hatred towards young females. The things he does to them out of that hatred is unspeakable. The elder erotically hardens, wondering which of the unlucky girl is going to be chosen to be his ‘playmate.’

The other brother is another obese, perverted Asian-Indian man who also dresses like a woman. An oversized lacy black bra holds his large drooping breasts back but do not be mistaken. This other she male LOVES young girls. Especially virgin girls. He is often charged up with Viagra so he can go one raping them for hours on end. He was giggling and snorting through his panty hose mask, taking pictures excitedly of the two girls on the bed. He rubbed his eel like cock through his black fish net like thong underwear.

One could hear the two girls crying noisily through a simple tape gag slapped across their mouths. The crone hadn’t re-gagged them yet and the elder was happy to witness such a ritual. The crone was sitting on a stool behind the bed, each large calloused hand stroking and petting the heads of the two frightened girls. “Hello my elder prince,” she greeted one, “you are just in time for your favourite scene…”

“Hello your majesty,” he said, bowing,” such fine specimens you have here…I particularly like the small Asian one…”

“Oh no no no my dear elder, you have your own little Chinese fuck toy in your room as a gift…this pretty one belongs to one of your brothers….which reminds me…” She looked down at the two girls who seem to have no idea where to look except the ceiling, One did not blame them, for all around the innocent girls were terrible, nightmarish looking freaks just waiting to get their hands on their bodies…”My little pretties, “she said, “look at me…” slowly, they arched their heads back reluctantly, eyes quivering with utmost fear, full of tears, moaning and sobbing into their stupid gags, “First of all, thank you for helping poor little old me to my ‘house,’ you must have been shocked quite badly, and literally with the Taser I hid beneath my blanket on my lap. Hahahaha and look at both of you now. All bound up and gagged and on a bed in a room full of bad bad men….this is the price you pay for being such ignorant, kind hearted puppies….har ha harrr.” Her laugh was discomforting, the laugh of a deep voiced witch showing her full ugliness. Her hair was clumped and balding in some areas, her eyes big and black, her skin almost just as black like she had been charred, burnt at the stake. Her skin looked greased and diseased. And she was fat and distasteful to look at. She stuck out her unnaturally long pink slimy tongue at the girls who started whimpering noisily.

She stood up suddenly, an ugly dark brown dress stuck to her sweating body. Her stomach protruded above the girls as if she was pregnant full term. She was full of nightmares. “ One of you,” she said, “will be gagged by me. The other one, would be gagged by my white prince over there,” she gestured to the she-male bride. He barely smiled, his face old and muscular and tensed with an angry angry look. “Now, who will be gagged by whom hmmm? Is it you?” She bent over to the screaming Taiwanese girl. “Little miss, Nicole Lee?” Nicole started pleading behind her gag and the sound she made, like a young kitten, turned on the elder exquisitely. He studied the small thing. Slender, shapely body, a 24-inch waist, around five feet two. She had long straight black hair tied in a pony tail. Her youthful beauty was Pan-Asian. Sweet and innocent. Her skin, without blemish and smooth and fair. She had on a white floral dress that hugged her upper body and waist nearly like a second skin. He reckoned she was a B cup, with breasts perhaps slightly larger than the naked teen he had seen in the other room. Her fair legs were exposed from her knees downwards and the lower part of her dress was fairly loose. Her legs were of course crushed together and secured with black cable ties. Such young, tender looking legs….One cable tie trapped her ankles together, cinched with a shorter cable, another around her knees, also cinched with cable. Her arms were taut behind her and he guessed it was also bound with cable ties. The strip of tape on her mouth was black and almost peeling off with all her tears. He so wanted to crawl onto the bed, onto her and run his hands up the sides of her dress to feel out her panties….

The crone bent down, kissed the forehead of the Chinese girl then turned her attention to the American. “Little miss Samantha Roberts. 19 years old. Look at you! Such well formed breasts for your age! Is that a DD cup? Hmm?” The American teen mewed into her gag, which also seemed to be peeling off. “ I asked you a question little one,” The crone snarled, “are you a double D?” the girl nodded weakly then gave out deep sobs of humiliation. She did not dare look at the men in the room staring at her body with rape lust and bloodlust. She had a pink tank top on that was stretched to its limits, as if it was a size or two too small. Her perfect waist was exposed, and the elder found her belly button really cute. He wanted to stick his little finger into it. She was certainly pretty, sharp jawline, a sharp nose and well-moisturised skin. Her eyebrows were arched upwards with fear and her brown hair bunched up around her shoulders. “And such a cute braid you have my sweet!” The crone looked up at the two brothers, “whoever gets her, make sure you don’t mess up her braid you understand?” “Yes mistress,” both of them said in unison. The Indian brother chuckling. Excited.

“So!” The crone clapped her hands, “who shall be gagged by yours truly? Lets begin the selection process!” This was exciting to the elder. The crone loved being dramatic, mostly to scare the girls and to turn on the men. She delayed the gratification as much as she could, dropping hints of what was to come next bit by bit.
“My albino king!” She called out loud, “come on down to the end of the bed there and show these girls your crowning glory!” He stepped down from his pedestal, passed the phone to the elder. And stood at the end of the bed. “Now girls! Look up to your master! NOW!” Their terrified eyes turned towards him, almost unbelieving the horror they were seeing. He slowly lifted up his dress, with relish, to reveal his cleanly shaven crotch. With no penis. The old stitch marks were visible, like thick worms criss-crossing the hole where his testicles and penis used to be. A dried up mound was left there, white skin grown over it. He was leering at the screaming girls. “ You see my dear, one of his old victims, -Graheg rape her soul- bit off his poor manly cock a long time ago. It was his fault really, not using a ring gag on her and the doctors could do nothing to save it. He has been a very very VERY angry monster since. A man with no penis will be driven mad but thankfully, he has found a way to channel his madness….” She leaned over the two terrified girls for effect. “You see my dearies, one. Of you.” She said slowly and with relish.” Will NOT be raped.” She paused, staring down at two of them. They were not sure what to make of the sentence. “ I mean,” she went on, “how could he possibly rape any girl now? With a strap on?” She laughed hard. This angered the Albino freak. He was growling. She did it on purpose. to heat up his blood. “No no no,” she gestured to him, then to the girls below her. “One. Of you.” She leaned in closer, “will. Be. SEVERELY. Tortured.”

A long, unearthly loud wail came from their gagged mouths, noise spilling out of the loose tape gags. They shook their heads violently, the American had her eyes shut, chest heaving with crying, the other had her eyes wide open in disbelief. The crone pressed down the tape on their faces one by one. “Its going to be a very long and a very, very, VERY painful journey for one of you pretty ones! So WHO WILL IT BE?!” She jumped onto the bed maniacally. Jumped up and down shaking the bed, her fats wobbling beneath the dress, rocking the mattress, sending shockwave after shockwave into the vulnerable girls. She suddenly stopped, glared down at both of them and pointed her fat finger at the American girl. The panicked teen shook her head from side to side, obviously crying out “no no no” through her gag. “EENIE!” The crone started, “MEENIE!” she pointed to the Chinese girl, “MY-NEE, MOE! Catch the tiger by the toe!” Every word fell on either of the girls. “If it growls, let her go!” she was pointing at the Chinese girl. Then, “EENIE, ME NEE, MY NEE, MOE!” The last ‘moe’ ended with the Asian girl. She scrunched up her body then started to push herself away frantically from the psychotic witch woman. The crone bent down and dragged her back to the center of the bed, “I’m not done with the rhyme yet sweetie!” She growled hot into her ears, then she quickly pointed her finger at the American teen who stared at her with renewed panic. In the poor girl’s heart, she was somewhat relieved when the rhyme ended with her new friend. At this stage, she didn’t care. Let someone else be tortured please, she thought. The crone was still pointing her finger at the girl in the black shorts while shouting, “WHICH!” She pointed back to the other girl, “ONE!” “WILL. BE. TORTURED.” She stared at the American girl, her heat thumping, trapped in an eternal moment of stress.

“FIRST?” the Asian girl stopped breathing.

“YOU!”

The fatal finger ended pointing at the Caucasian girl. The crone clapped her hands, the teen wet herself on the bed, too terrified even to make a single sound. She was it.
“Take this filthy whore from my sight,” the crone commanded the albino torturer. “And TAKE YOUR TIME WITH HER. HAHAHAHAHHA!” The madness in the room escalated as the screaming teen, who had urinated on herself, was swept up into the arms of the large beast. He was clearly pleased he could start having fun. He grinned like a madman. She trashed and struggled over his shoulders as he turned to the door. Elder held the door open like a faithful doorman. His mind now utterly confused. Should he stay to watch the Taiwanese girl be re-gagged or watch his deranged brother prepare the other girl for her horrific fate?

He could not decide…..


Gagging Nicole lee.

The sound of the American teen screaming into tape faded away and was cut off by the bang of the torture chamber door. The elder was left in a daze, his mind wandering into territories of torture and pain about to happen, wondering vaguely how long that poor girl would last in such a room. He forced his mind to return to the preparation room, where the only sounds left were the mewing and sobbing coming from the small Taiwanese girl, and the heavy breathing of the fat Indian rapist, who was leering at the terrified child while massaging his erect cock. She dared not look at him, knowing in her mind that he would be the one raping her. The crone looked at the rapist and said, “Why don’t you stop touching yourself and come straddle this sweet thing here so she can’t squirm away from me hmmm?” She looked down at her, “And as for you…. you’re getting a bit too noisy my dear. Look at that tape gag, all wet and useless and not sticky anymore. Tsk Tsk Tsk. I really suppose it’s time to change that gag into something more….uncomfortable….hmmm?”

The Indian man was approaching the bed with glee before the crone stopped him. “NO, wait wait WAIT! Where’s the video camera?!” The crone looked at the elder, “perhaps you want to film this? Perhaps you can narrate something for her dear parents?” The girl let out a weak whimper, reminded somehow that she was probably never going to see home again. The elder was holding the phone of his white skinned brother and realised it could perhaps do. “No, no!” the crone yelled at him, get the high definition one! We want her parents to see every single thing we’re going to do to their innocent pet.” The elder left the room reluctantly to bring in the recording equipment. The Indian rapist was going ‘hee, hee, hee, hee’ licking his lips. The crone reached under the bed, pulled out a wrestling mask and put it on to disguise herself. She then proceeded to stroke the girls face, wiping away her tears rolled down her cheeks. Nicole was terrified looking up at the masked face. The mask had holes at the top that let clumps of witches’ hair stick through. There was a broad painted grin with razor teeth on the mask and oval red paint around the eyes. The real eyes that stared out of the hole was all black. The elder returned, aimed the camera at the bed, catching the length of the girl and the crone sitting behind holding the girls face with both her wrinkled hands. She was staring straight at the camera. The red light showed it was on and recording.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Lee! Greetings from the House of Ordeals! You must be shocked! To see your 18-year-old daughter tied up on the bed like this! By the time you receive this film, it would’ve been days since this recording, and god knows what has happened to your little girl! “ The crone looked at Nicole, “say hi to mommy and daddy!” She broke down immediately, crying noisily into the soiled tape-gag. The witch looked back to the camera, “ As you can see, she’s a little bit lost for words. She doesn’t quite know the kind of ordeals coming for her but I assure you, she’ s going to have lots and lots of cock! For an example!” She looked to the Indian beast and said, “show her family your black mamba!”

The elder turned the camera and pointed it at the crotch of the beast, he was already slipping his hands into the black thong and pulling out his throbbing, eel like penis that was quickly growing larger in his hands. He held it up to the camera, squeezing it and masturbating. Ugly veins ran along the side of the shaft, filling up with rape lust and blood rush. In the background, the crone went on, “Can you imagine, Mr Lee? That big, black disgusting thing slowly entering your daughter’s mouth? Slithering like a fat snake into your little girl’s tight, innocent vagina?” Gushing thick sticky sperm up her bleeding anus?
All that and much much more Mr and Mrs lee, we PROMISE you! And now…. for the event we’ve all been waiting for…”

The camera panned back to the girl on the bed, she was crying uncontrollably and the crone had clamped one hand over her mouth., squeezing her cheeks.
“We are going to shut your daughter up good and proper!”

The crone stood up, the camera followed. Her dark brown dress was now darker as it was soaked with fetid sweat running down her fat thighs. She grabbed the young girl’s shoulders and forced her to sit up, facing her rapist. “Come!” she commanded the rapist, he crawled unto the rape bed like a pig, his black cock and balls dangling out the sides of his thong, his mouth open, tongue salivating. The girl screamed, pushed against the bed away from him but bumped up against the sweating body of the crone behind her. The crone shoved her to the rapist, he caught her, grabbing the sides of her arms. He then turned her around roughly and pulled her to his body. He fell on his bum, bouncing the bed under his weight, spread his legs wide and hugged the struggling girl against his own sweaty body. Her arms, bound behind her with cable ties at the wrist and above the elbows were crushed against his heaving chest. She could feel his black lacy bra, his large unsightly breast pressed against her upper arms. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and clamped his huge right hand over her mouth. He pulled her head backwards and pressed it against his hairy chest, angled his own head and buried his face in her soft creamy neck. He snorted her flesh nosily.

He crossed his fat legs over her waist and torso and bent his knees to firmly pull her against him. His cock was rubbing against the back of her body, up against the fabric of her dress. He snorted her hair. “mmmmmmmm.” He said with relish, “ you smell so goooood.” The tip of his slimy tongue explored the insides of her right ear but she couldn’t even move or turn her head away. His arms and legs were like a terrible and powerful vice. A prey trapped by a predator. He kissed her ears and whispered hotly into her ear, “I bet your naked body smells better…” She moaned under the weight of his hand across her mouth. Tears rolling over his fingers.

All this was video recorded in close range for the family to watch. Close up of his dirty hairy underarms, his stretch marks on his bloated stomach, his face covered in black panty hose to distort all identity. A hole around his mouth area so his tongue could roam free. All this to show what a monster this man was and that this monster was going to slowly strip and rape their daughter.

Elder was horny just by filming.

The crone was standing on the bed, towering over the man and the small girl clamped to him. Such a contrast, a petite fair skinned girl in a white dress against an obese black man with black bra and thongs. He was nearly twice her size. She couldn’t fight him. The crone bent down into the girl’s face. “You ready for a lesson on how to effectively gag a teenage girl? Har har haar…” She held the girl’s jaw. “Step number one. Always, ALWAYS use mouth stuffing! Lots and lots of mouth stuffing! Why? We want to clog up your screams of course, because YOU my dear, “she wiped away Nicole’s tears with a thumb, “will be screaming quite a bit.” She released her grip on her jaw, “Always use material that can soak up the saliva!