No Satisfaction

Then Roy announced. "It's my fuckin turn." He started walking forward, yanking her tits out of our mouths and totally knocking Barry over onto his back. Roy just stepped over him and walked into the center of the room and tossed her roughly onto the ragged mattress.

She shrieked, "It's me, wa...." But he instantly hopped onto her back and pressed her face down into the mattress to stifle whatever she was saying, sending up a cloud of dust. It was utterly terrifying to watch that man move. He was solid muscle, and moved with a cocky ease that made me shiver. As he easily held her down, he reached over and picked up Barry's stinky white socks, which were nearby on the floor. He balled one up, and shoved it into her mouth, then wrapped the other one around her head to hold it in, tying it tightly around the back of her neck. Then he said, "Hold her down, boys." Barry and I immediately kneeled on either side and held her down. She started struggling again, and it was a lot harder for us to control her than Roy. We had to put our whole weight onto her, and dig our fingers into her arms. Meanwhile, Roy untied his work boots, then peeled off his jeans and underwear. He did it slowly, puffing his cigar with infuriating confidence. He'd let us have our fun. Now it was his turn. None of us would stand in his way, but he wasn't in any particular rush.

Roy's cock was enormous. Ten inches at least, if not more, and though I am a straight man, I have to admit, I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was beautiful, horrible, terrifying. His cleanly shaven testicles dangled at least six inches under that massive, veiny shaft. He took one last casual puff of his cigar, flicked it to the side, then knelt down behind her and yanked her onto her knees and rammed his cock right into her pussy. She screamed bloody murder, but his huge hands were holding her hips, so her struggles were meaningless. He groaned and growled as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper and deeper into her with each stroke. He was clearly getting off on by the pain he was causing her with that massive log of his.

Shit, so was I. The sight of his huge, perfect cock, stretching her pussy lips wide was insanely erotic. As he fucked her, Barry yanked off the remains of her dress, then ripped her panties all the way off. Now she had nothing on but jewelry, shoes and the white fishnet stocking. She tried to pull the sock out of her mouth, but Barry and I pinned her hands to the mattress. I looked down at the delicate curve of her neck. Damn. I wondered how old she was. I still hadn't gotten a good look at her face, but judging from her flawless skin, she had to have been in her early twenties, but maybe even younger. Hell, for all I knew, she was underage. I wrapped my free hand around one of her dangling breasts. It fit neatly, and I gave it a gentle squeeze. She whimpered in protest.

Mr. Schmidt had stripped naked by now, and stood nearby, stroking his cock, which I gotta say, was pretty damn big too, at least compared to mine. Maybe eight inches. It wasn't pretty though, but was dark and wrinkly.

Then Roy started grunting and thrusting faster and faster. "Oh shit. Oh fuck. I'm gonna fill the bitch up." He roared and started cumming. I stared at his cock as it went in and out of her. Suddenly it was smeared with white. Roy slapped her ass so hard it left a white hand-print behind, against glowing red flesh. When he pulled out, a flood of cum followed. The girl tried to collapse to her side, but Mr. Schmidt stepped right in and pulled her up again. Then he started fucking her, smearing his cock with Roy's cum. She didn't scream this time. As big as he was, he was nothing like Roy.

Mr. Schmidt fucked her for a while, sweating and grunting like the fat pig he was, then he said, "Flip her over boys." So me and Barry flipped her onto her back. She struggled a bit, but not like before. Mr. Schmidt roughly lifted her legs and crammed his cock into her, and started wailing away, slapping his hairy fat belly against her narrow one. I couldn't help but look down at her rolling breasts. Barry started pinching and pulling them, twisting her nipples roughly, making her writhe.

Then I looked at her face. It was swollen and covered with bruises. She was staring right back at me through her black bangs. Suddenly she was real to me. A real person who needed my help. A tiny little flash of courage flickered to life down deep inside me. I'm not my father's son, goddamn it!

I had to do something. I had to help her. But I was paralyzed. Partly by fear, but mostly by the conspiracy of silence my parents had engendered in me. I stared into her fucked up eyes, and saw her mortal fear. She believed she was going to die. And then... I believed it too. Of course. It's obvious.

I looked up at Barry. He was stroking his cock, eager for his turn. But there was no fear on his face. Why should he be afraid? She'd be buried under a slab of concrete before sunrise. The police would find her car abandoned a few blocks away, but nobody would ever know what became of her. She'd just be one more girl who'd disappeared, never to be seen again. Then I knew, without a doubt, that I was not only going to have to rape her with the other monsters, but I was also going to have to murder her too. They'd make me do it to prove my complicity. I was the new guy, after all. I was trapped. I had to do something drastic. Now. Before I did something I'd never be able to live with.

"Fuck, guys..." I said with a groan. "I shouldn't have shared Tojee's dinner. I think it's giving me the shits."

Barry laughed, "Fucking Tojee. Well don't worry about that happening again. Uncle Paul fired his ass."

I looked at Barry's uncle. His fat face was beet red now as he fucked the poor girl. He wasn't gonna last much longer. I didn't have any time to worry about the injustice of Tojee's getting fired. "Is there a crapper around here?"

Barry said, "The plumbing's off. But there are porta-potties by the construction trailer."

I stood up, feigning the desperate urgency of impending diarrhea. "Oh shit. Which way do I go?"

Barry pointed toward the office. "Just through there, there's a door into the alley. Just follow it back. Hurry though."

I sensed the implied threat that she might not survive till I returned. It sent a shiver down my spine. I walked quickly toward the office. Behind me I heard Roy saying, "Where's he going?"

"Off to take a shit." Then I heard the sound of Mr. Schmidt having an orgasm, and I was free. I found the door and ran into the alley, but instead of heading toward the construction trailer, I ran like hell straight toward the main street. I was going to run for a payphone to call the cops. But then I realized that if I did that, they'd implicate me too. She'd seen me just like the others.

That cowardly streak in me reared its ugly head again, but I said to myself, I've gotta do it. I'd never be able to live with myself if they kill her.

Then I saw something that changed everything.

Becky's car.

It was parked next to the curb, not far from where she'd dropped me off the previous afternoon. At first I was baffled. The driver's window was down, and her keys were in the ignition. The radio was still on.

Then I knew.

A black rage overcame me. I can't explain it. I'll never be able to explain it. How can I? It's unexplainable.

I walked back up the alley with purposeful strides. My fists were clenched in balls of rage. I didn't rush. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just walked, pushing open the door, then walking through the office and into the factory floor. I stepped around the machinery and up to the mattress. Barry was fucking her now, doggy style, driving his long, narrow cock into her pussy, but the gag wasn't in her mouth anymore. Roy had pulled it out so he could cram his monster cock down her throat. I just stood there and stared at them. Roy had one huge fist wrapped around the sock, which was now encircling her neck. He was using it to pound himself into her. She was gagging and choking, and desperately pushing at his thighs, but she was far too weak to resist.

I just stared, boiling with rage.

Then I reached down and pulled her dark wig off. It was held on securely with twenty or thirty hairpins. When I pulled it away the guys gasped at the sight of Becky's blonde hair, which spilled out and down her shoulders.

Now I knew the chain of events that had led up to this horrible moment. My sister had gone home after work, but not seeing me there, had driven back to the worksite to look for me. Then Barry and Roy found her there. She'd tried to tell them she was looking for her brother, but they were so eager to rape her, they didn't give her the chance.

I could still taste my sister's pussy juice in my mouth as I watched those evil men rape her. Roy came again, filling her mouth and splashing her face with copious amounts of cum. It plastered her eyes shut, but when she opened them she saw me standing there. I saw a flash of hope in her eyes, but then she saw me unbuckling my belt.

"Oh, no, please don't..." she whimpered. God, what a sexy little voice she had.

"Shut the fuck up," I said. "It isn't up to you."

She fell silent, and looked at me as I elbowed Roy aside and knelt in front of her badly bruised face. No wonder I didn't recognize her. He'd really done a number on her. She gasped when I unzipped my fly and folded out my raging cock. "Please don't," she whimpered.

I replied, "Forget about it, you fucking bitch. I am my father's son."

She whimpered, "You're not! You're not!"

I slapped her hard across the face, then I grabbed two fistfuls of my sister's blonde hair, and pressed my cock against her pursed lips. "Open up and take it. Take it you fucking whore." I waited a moment, then her mouth opened and my cock slid past my sister's cum-covered lips. Then I forced my cock down into the back of her throat, going farther than even Roy had dared to go. She choked like crazy, and drool began to roll out of her mouth but I didn't give a shit. I fucked my sister's mouth like the useless hole I thought it was. My cock was only a little over half as long as Roy's, but it felt like a foot long as I slid it in and out of Becky's quivering lips, and down her clenching esophagus. I felt pre-cum boiling out of the tip onto my sister's tongue.

"Taste it. Taste it you bitch. Taste my fucking cum." By this time, the other guys were looking at me with impressed expressions . They had no idea why I'd become so suddenly hardcore, but they liked it. I barely noticed. I was filled with dark, red anger. Hatred so pure and undiluted, it felt as though both of us would burst into flames at any moment.

Barry was slamming her harder and harder, forcing her forward and back, so I matched his pace as I fucked Becky's mouth. Then I said to him, "Fuck her up the ass." She began to struggle on my cock, but I shoved it in deeper. "Go ahead. Fuck her up the ass. Do it."

Barry smiled wickedly. He pulled out of her pussy and started pressing his cum-soaked cock against her little brown asshole. Roy and Mr. Schmidt were hooting and hollering now, egging Barry on as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her tight asshole. She struggled, and I felt her teeth sinking into the base of my cock, but I didn't mind the pain. "Fuck her Barry. Fuck the bitch hard."

Soon, Barry was pounding away, and Becky's jaw relaxed. Barry gasped, "Yeah. She's loosened up a bit. Fuck. She's still tight though. I never did this before. This is fucking wicked. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUUCK!" Then I watched in satisfaction as Barry filled my rotten sister's asshole with cum. Barry pulled out, and I instantly flipped her onto her back.

"Please... no..." she whimpered, but she knew it would do no good. She saw the hatred and hunger in my eyes. She didn't bother trying to fight me off, but opened her legs for me. I crammed my red, throbbing cock into my sister's vagina, slamming it all the way in. Then I fucked her. Long and hard. After a while she began to whimper and moan, so I wrapped my fingers around her throat and began to squeeze. She clawed at my hand, her face growing purple, but I choked off her breath until her eyes started to roll back in their sockets. The guys were yelling at me now. "Do it! Do it! Do it!" I think they wanted me to kill her, but at the very last second I let go and she drew in a gasping breath of air, after which she emitted an orgasmic scream that made my flesh crawl. I slapped her hard on the cheek, angry that she was taking any pleasure in this at all. But then I felt her cumming against me. Squirting hot juice all around my shaft. "Fuck you, bitch!!" I'd made my sister cum against her will, but it didn't make me happy. It pissed me off. Her face was screwed up in shame. But I felt nothing. Nothing but rage.

Then I pushed her legs back around her ears, as far as they would go. I pulled out of her pussy and began to cram my cock up her ass. That would show her. She was tight, and shrieked as I slid inside. She was well lubricated with Barry's cum, so I was soon pounding balls deep into her tight asshole. I reached around her legs and twisted her nipples so that she screamed. Then a jet of cum shot out of her pussy against my belly.

I shouted, "Stop that, you fucking bitch!"

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

I flipped her over onto her knees again. Then I fucked her pussy with crazy speed and fury. Mr. Schmidt got in front of her and made her suck his cock. Soon he started cumming. She choked on it and spit it out, but I pushed her face down into the wetness, and growled. "Lick it up, bitch. All of it." She shivered in my hands, and licked and slurped Mr. Schmidt's spunk from that filthy mattress. It made my gorge rise, but soon I felt an orgasm coming on. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, and then I exploded, filling my sister's pussy with semen. But I felt no relief. No satisfaction. None at all. I was still a black pit of despair. And my cock was still throbbing and harder than ever so I kept fucking her... raping her... hard and fast.

She whimpered, "Oh god... no... no... noooo." And then I felt her pussy quivering around my shaft, then she was cumming, her juices splashing around my shaft and dripping down my balls. It disgusted me. I didn't want to give her pleasure. I wanted her to suffer as I'd suffered.

All I could do now was to deny her pleasure, so I pulled out of her with a pop. It was no use. I was doomed. I'd accomplished nothing. I stumbled to my feet and Barry got in behind her again and started fucking her up the ass. I watched with utterly detachment as Roy crawled in under her and positioned himself so he and Barry could double penetrate her. I masturbated at the sight, desperate to cum again. Desperate for relief.

I hated myself. I hated myself as much as I hated her. As much as I hated my Parents. I hated the world and everyone in it. I hated life itself.

And then I was running. In a black daze, I somehow stumbled to Becky's car and drove it to her apartment. It's a wonder I didn't hit anyone. Luckily nobody was out at five am. I stumbled up the stairs and found her door unlocked. I collapsed on her bed, and fell, tumbling into a black well of nothingness.

If only it had stayed that way. If only I had slept forever. But I didn't. When I awoke to the first rays of dawn, my cock was still throbbing hard, but my conscience had returned. I remembered everything. I'd raped my sister and left her for dead. And I knew that the monsters must have murdered her by now. And it was all my fault. I could have called the police. But I didn't. I didn't.

I began to cry for the first time since I was a baby. I raged and ranted, then I started to search. I found what I was looking for in her bedside table. A gun. Somehow I knew she'd have one. She'd need it just in case Dad ever showed up. Too bad she didn't take it with her everywhere she went. But I flipped off the trigger guard, and put it to my head and...

But I was a coward. And my cock was throbbing. So I jerked off to memories of my hideous rape, desperate to find relief one last time before death. But it wouldn't come. I jerked and wept and remembered for hours and hours. I heard people in the building waking up and showering and leaving for work.

Finally, around ten am, I felt it at last. Oh god, oh god. It was coming. Building up. Down deep. My last orgasm on earth before the fires of hell consumed me for eternity. Soon my fist was as blur, and my finger was tightening on the trigger. "Yes. Please. Yes..."

"Don't."

I opened my eyes. Becky was standing in the door, face black and blue, loosely dressed in borrowed clothes. Her voice was raspy. I thought I was seeing a ghost.

"Don't do it. Not in front of me. Not now. Wait a minute." She walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it. Then she pulled up a chair in front of me and stared, her big brown eyes wet with compassion.

I was frozen, cock in hand.

"We're even now," she said. "Okay? We're even now."

My finger eased off the trigger. "Even?"

"I left you for dead. You left me for dead. Let's say we're even, okay? How about it, Wyatt? Call bygones bygone?"

I couldn't believe she was saying this to me. I'd raped her. I'd almost choked her to death. I'd abandoned her. But there was a happy twinkle in her eye as I lowered the gun, pointing it at the floor.

"What are you saying?"

She repeated it slowly, as if I was a child. "We're even. I forgive you. Forgive me, and everything will be okay."

Impossible. She was only saying this to stop me from killing myself. "We're not even. I raped you. You never did that to me. Dad did. Mom did. Not you. We're not even. We'll never be even."

"Then..." she hesitated. "Testify."

I choked. I felt like I was gonna pass out.

"Testify against them."

"You mean... Barry and Mr. S..."

"No. Some junkie saw you driving away, and they looked in the window and saw them raping me. They called the cops. Those fuckers are in jail now. I just got back from doing a rape kit." I sobbed with relief. She went on. "I don't blame you for leaving me, Wyatt. It's what I deserve for abandoning you. But I didn't tell the cops about you. I'll never turn you in. Never. You're my brother. And if those assholes try to implicate you, I'll just say they forced you to do it."

"But... no... no..."

"I want you to testify with me against them. Mom and Dad. I can't do it alone. But together... we can do it together. And then we'll be even, you and I."

I slammed the barrel of the gun against my temple again, screaming, "No!!! I RAPED YOU. Just like DAD! I AM MY FATHER'S SON!!"

Becky, who'd been strangely calm ever since she walked through the door, suddenly burst into tears, and leaned forward desperately. "No! Wyatt... Please... Wyatt... Wyatt... I deserved it. I deserved it. I... I left you. I abandoned you. I knew what they would do to you. I knew... but I ran away anyway. I could have called the cops. Shit. I could have taken you with me. But I didn't. I abandoned you and tried like hell to forget about you. I lied... I never sent you any birthday cards. I never thought about you. Not for moment. I put you, and them, behind me. But it was wrong. Evil. You have every right to hate me."

"I don't hate you, Becky," I sobbed. "I love you. Why did I do it? Why? You were the only one who ever loved me. But I did that to you! I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have..." My finger tightened on the trigger. I was going to kill myself. I didn't care if Becky had to watch me blow my brains out. I had to end it. The pain was too great. I had to end it. Now.

But then Becky's face grew calm. She looked at me and said, "You didn't rape me, Wyatt. Those fuckers did. Not you. I wanted you. I've always wanted you."