The beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde strides up to me. The woman I shared so many of my firsts with: my cousin Sally. She's wearing a tiny pink top and a very short skirt. It flashes me with every step.
"Hey Becky, it's your special year!" Sally says jokingly.
"I don't have to go to bed with the rest of the kids anymore!" I say triumphantly.
She hands me an open beer.
"I know! I'm so happy your party is this year!" she says, grinning.
The beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde strides up to me. The woman I shared so many of my firsts with: my cousin Sally. She's wearing a tiny pink top and a very short skirt. It flashes me with every step.
"Hey Becky, it's your special year!" Sally says jokingly.
"I don't have to go to bed with the rest of the kids anymore!" I say triumphantly.
She hands me an open beer.
"I know! I'm so happy your party is this year!" she says, grinning.
"Yeah, family reunions have always sucked. I hated missing your party last year," I say, annoyed. "I was so pissed when you were gone in the morning last year," I say, knowing she remembers our little tradition.
Sally blushes. "I know, but tonight, we can do more than our little tradition." She looks around for anyone watching and snakes her tongue into my mouth.
The kiss is intense and passionate. It only lasts a moment, but it makes my pussy wet.
"Drink, you slut!" she says, smiling.
"If I chug it, do I get more of that?" Without a response, I down my beer.
Once the beer is gone, she parts her legs. Then she points down to the ground. She’s telling me where she wants me.
I drop into position. I see her well-groomed but hairy slit, free from restraint. I get under her skirt and begin to devour my meal. Her pussy is always so sweet, and I savor the taste.
She grabs onto my head and begins to squat.
"I don't feel to-"
"I know, honey, it's alright! Your party is going to be starting soon!" she says softly.
"My party?"
"Yeah, so get some rest, and the whole family is going to have some fun with you!" she says, almost sadistically now.
"What doe-" Then the darkness comes.
I wake up strapped down to a table, naked. I look around groggily and see all of my cousins, uncles, and even my parents standing around me naked.
"What the-"
"Hi, sweetie," my mother says. "Sorry, we have a little tradition in our family. It started way before I was even born."
"Fuck this, what the fuck!" My head spins.
"Hold on, baby. I'll explain everything after I flip this coin," she says, rushed. Then with longing in her voice, "I remember when my mother flipped heads."
What the fuck does that even mean? My head splits.
"Heads, your dad and I participate; tails, we leave."
"Participate in what? Are you all going to fucking rape me?" I scream at the top of my lungs.
Sally comes over and strokes my face. "Oh, sweetie, it's okay." She kisses me and slides her tongue into my mouth.
My dad walks up to me and slips his finger into my pussy. "I didn't know you were a lesbian."
"Jack!" Andy's voice breaks the silence. "If you touch her without the coin flip again, we will end this right now, and the vote won't fail this year!" My uncle Andy's voice booms through the echoing room.
Sally looks up from our kiss and glares at my dad, smiling at his boundary shove.
"Did you just stick your finger in my pussy? What the fuck is this shit?" I say in a panic. "Daddy, what the fuck is going on!"
My dad steps back in line, looks at my uncle, and licks his finger.
"Okay, fuck!" My mother's stern voice earns attention. "Let's just flip this fucking coin before this gets any worse!"
The room is tense and feels like violence will break out at any moment.
The metallic clink against my mom's nail hits my ears like thunder. The coin lands on the floor and bounces on tails, then flips to heads before it settles flat.
My dad jumps with joy. "Fuck yes!"
Everyone looks at him with disgust.
"This will be fun," whispers Sally in my ear. She sticks her tongue in my ear and begins to lick my neck before leaving a hickey.
"God, fuck!" I moan at Sally's touch. Then reality comes crashing back down. "Wait, fuck, what the fuck, Mom? You're going to let Dad rape me?"
"Rape is such a strong wo-" My dad is interrupted.
"Shut the fuck up, Jack," Jess yells at her husband. "It's not me letting him. It's fate deciding. I will say his reaction is very tasteless," she says, looking at her husband.
"You get to pick the number of participants you want at a time, up to 3, and you get a safe person who stays by your side the entire night. These choices cannot be changed later on. So choose wisely."
"This is fucking sick! Fuck you all! FUCK!"
"If you don't pick a number, then we will have to vote on one," Jess says coldly.
"Sally! You're my safe person." I glare at my mother and can't look at my grinning father with his eyes glued to my pussy. "You pick my number!"
"Becky, that's not-" My mother's eyes go wide, but she's unable to finish.
"Shut the fuck up, Jess! I pick 3 at a time!" Sally says sadistically.
"Sally! What the fuck!" I'm sent into shock at her words.
"The things your dad did to me last year... I'm going to enjoy watching this!" Sally says with pure malice on her lips.
Oh my god. What is happening!
"Alright! Jess is first, Jack is last. Two other people stay, everyone else leaves and waits for their turn," Sally commands the room.
"Please don't do this! Mommy! Please don't!"
SLAP.
"You have not called me mommy since you were a girl! You will not try to guilt me into not doing my duty!" My mother says with a level of authority that sounds off in my ears.
Fine. Begging upset her. Let's try this.
"Oh, hit me harder, mommy! Isn't that what you want? An obedient whore! Oh, what about you, Uncle Rick? You want to fuck me?" I direct my fury at my mother's brother, who is just standing around stroking his hard cock.
"Becky, you may not want to provoke them." Sally actually sounds concerned.
"Oh, what are they going to do, hurt me, Sally? Kinda like you just did!"
With venom and hate I scream out, "Fucking do your worst, you fucking pieces of shit!"
SLAP.
SLAP.
SLAP.
The pain shakes my unprepared mind.
"Ah, fuck! What the fucking hell! FUCK!"
Three hard strikes from a leather crop come down on my pussy from my mother.
"Are you going to cry, little bitch?" Jess says cruelly.
Oh fuck. I overplayed my hand.
"I'm so sorry! Please just fuck me! Rape me! Whatever, just don't torture me!"
"I tried to warn you!" Sally sings out merrily. Then she pokes my nose, skipping around me.
Sally climbs on top of the table and straddles me. She puts her pussy up to my mouth.
"Come on, guys, beat the shit out of her! You all remember what you did to me last year, right?" she says angrily, making eye contact with my mother. "Oh, and if you bite my pussy, you will regret it! Start licking!" Sally says to me and commands the room like a twisted director.
Strike after strike falls on my legs and cunt.
"You know, if you'd move, we could hit something more than her fucking pussy and legs," Hank, my other uncle, says.
"I'll move when this bitch makes me cum! Till then, whip her fucking cunt!" Sally yells out.
The taste of her juices is a mix of sour and salty. Not the sweet taste that met my tongue before I passed out.
"Do you like the taste of your daddy's cum?" Sally says loudly.
Jess glares at Sally.
Like a drumbeat, leather falls upon my pussy one after another, swelling my lips up. I cry into my cousin's pussy. My dad's cum soaks into my mouth.
"God, keep fucking go-" She screams in pain. "You fucking cunt!"
I bite down on her clit.
The room stops.
"Give me this!" She grabs a ring gag. She sets it behind my teeth and straps it on. Then, beside my open mouth, I feel the tip of a Sharpie scratching words on my face.
"Jess, read your fucking cunt daughter's face to her."
My mom stands on the table. She squats above my chest, resting her dangling hairless lips on me.
"So, on your forehead, it says 'toilet.' Then right here," she pokes my left side, "it says 'piss.'" My heart sinks for the next word.
Oh no. I fucked up.
My mother pokes the other side of my face. "Oh, Sally, are you sure about this?"
"She tried to bite my fucking clit off. What would you do, Mistress Jessica?" I hear the disdain for my mother in her voice.
My mother climbs off the table. She gets close to Sally and begins circling her niece's nipples with her finger. Then she pinches. "If you bit my clit, I would do a lot worse than just shit in your mouth." She licks Sally's neck and bites her earlobe.
Jess turns away from Sally. "I'm sorry, honey, but you chose this." My mother straddles my face and aims her pussy at my mouth.
She plays with her clit for a moment. Then a flood of warm, bitter liquid begins to fill my mouth. It runs down the side of my face.
"How's mommy's piss, you fucking cunt?" Sally screams. Rick and Hank are still raining down punishing blows onto my pussy.
"Sally, we're going to start fucking her! Let's move her legs," Rick says.
"Fuck, finally. Let's take a look at this pussy first."
She looks at my throbbing red pussy. My pretty lips are now puffy and swollen, protecting my inner flesh.
She finds my clit in the swollen, hairy, unkempt mess and begins to rub it violently.
"God, why don't you teach your daughter to fucking take care of her pussy? Look at this thing," Sally scolds Jess.
"Well, I'm not her mother tonight, so let's show her what a messy pussy gets around here." My mother grins.
My mom pinches a collection of hair on my left lip. She begins to pull it harshly. My supple lip parts, exposing my hot red shiny inner folds.
My brain is on fire. I am thrashing as much as my bindings will allow. Piss is running all over my face.
"Look how fucking wet you are! You're a slut, aren't you?" my mother exclaims.
With a hard yank of my hair, I begin to piss all over the place, losing control of myself. My mom rips a large bundle of coarse pubes from my swollen, sensitive labia.
"What the fuck?" She begins thrashing my pussy for my body's response to the pain.
"Ahhhhh!" I break down and cry.
Tears mix with the piss coating my face. I am in so much pain, so many emotions: shame, confusion, hatred.
"Move her fucking legs!" My mother directs her siblings. "If you kick, I will be the one to break in your tiny fucking asshole!" my mom says coldly to me.
At this moment, I decide not to give them satisfaction. If they want to torture me, they will torture a doll.
They remove my bindings, and I go limp. Not resisting, just nothing. They tie my legs to my chest. This leaves my swollen pussy and unmolested hole free for torture.
"Dissociation will only work for so long, Becky!" Sally says.
Rick steps up to the platform in front of my table. He takes aim at my pussy. "Jess, would you like to spread her open for your brother?" he says almost sweetly to his sister.
The sound of that statement feels wrong to my ears. To my brain.
My mom gets on top of my face and lays her body across mine. "Take her gag off and shove her face into my pussy, Sally!"
I feel my mom's long, delicate fingers on each of my lips, holding them open. Sally, with her erratic, frantic hands, loosens my strap and removes my gag.
"You fucking people are sick, you know that right?" I say to anyone listening.
"Shut her up!" My face is thrust into my mother's warm cunt. This time, the juices are sweet. She tastes nice on my tongue. I begin to lap the folds just for more nectar.
Then I remember my mission. No satisfaction.
"You remember when I fucked you, Jess?" My uncle says reminiscently.
My mother's mouth goes to my pussy. She places her tongue on my clit. Then she licks her brother's shaft as it thrusts into her daughter's warm, wet cunt.
"God, fuck! Yes, I do!" Jess moans.
I can feel my mother getting more aroused by the actions.
"If you won't lick her pussy, I'll make you taste it." Sally begins moving my head for me. I just stick out my tongue to not anger my mom.
I can say the taste is far from unpleasant. I can feel my efforts are failing for myself as well. My mom's tongue on my clit and licking her brother's cock while it collects all of my arousal on his big, veiny dick does something twisted to my very core.
The display is something I would be masturbating to at home with no context, but here it is disturbing and horrific.
I feel the cock thrusting in and out of my throbbing, swollen pussy. My mom reaches between my legs and grabs my uncle's balls. He thrusts in hard, then stays. She begins to squeeze them. I feel his dick throbbing inside me, and then I feel the warm juices spurt into my womb.
My mom begins to ride my face with the help of my cousin directing my movements. My uncle pulls out, and his cock is a mess of white cum and my juices.
"Here, sweetie, why don't you clean your uncle's cock for him?" my mom tells me. "Hank, pick your hole!"
"Okay," the younger sibling says obediently.
My uncle Rick comes over, and my mom gets off my face and turns her body around. "Hank, fist my cunt while you fuck her!"
"Oh, um... okay," he says nervously.
He presses his head against my asshole. Then, in unison, Rick puts his filthy cock into my mouth, and Hank plunges into my tight asshole with no warm-up, and his hand goes into my mom's pussy with ease.
The sounds of the assault are something to behold. Sally is watching the scene unfold and masturbating.
I just open my mouth enough to not scratch his cock with my teeth and let him do the work. No pleasure. The taste is horrid, nothing like mom's pussy. I'll have to ask her about it later.
The cock thrusting in and out of my ass is sensory overload. It is pain but mixed with pleasure. If my mouth weren't full, I fear I'd be moaning.
"Oh, is that mommy's little anal whore?" My mother taunts me. She grabs my nipples and twists them while I am being spit-roasted.
"Fuck, Hank, fist me like you fucking mean it!"
He begins to thrash both me and my mother. I guess he can only do one speed.
My eyes go wide, and he begins to moan. My asshole clenches around his cock.
"Oh, are you fucking cumming? Hank, make me cum with my fucking cunt daughter! Harder!" My mom's hand goes to her clit, and she rubs it vigorously.
Hank picks up the pace while I bear down on his cock. "Rick, take your fucking cock out!"
My mom directs the scene.
"Fuck! God fucking cum with me, baby!"
Her hand goes to my throat. The bindings dig into my arms as I begin to pull at them. Finally, a flood of liquid gushes from my cunt. Then I feel my mother's juices rain down on my stomach.
"Oh fuck! Yes fuck!" I scream out in pure bliss.
I feel my uncle pumping his seed into my bowels. Then every breath is heavy.
"That... was... fucked... up," I breathe out, exhausted from the ordeal.
My mom gets down in my ear. "I'm glad I got heads. I'm sorry your father did too." Then she dismounts.
"What the fuck does that mean?" The three siblings leave the room. This gives me time with Sally.
"What the fuck is going on, Sally?" I plead.
"Oh, well, this is a family tradition. The family fucks the newest woman to turn 18 at the family reunion," she says with an evil cheer in her voice.
"This isn't fucking! That I could handle. You guys are torturing me!" I say, crying.
"Oh, yeah? Well, a few years ago, your dad started taking things too far. Now, there are a few uncles that just fuck. But most of the cousins try to compete with your dad," she says cruelly.
"What did he do?" I say before my attention is stolen by an open door.
"Oh, look! It's my daddy!" Sally yells with glee. "Oh, my brother, and Danielle too! This should be good!"
Sally walks over to Danielle and gives her a big kiss. "Hey, you sexy bitch! Ready for some payback!" Sally says to her.
"Fuck yeah! Hey, Becky, I'm going to show you the gift your daddy gave to me, okay?" Danielle says seductively.
"Danielle, please don't do this!" I cry.
"Put the ring in her mouth! I see you have already taken my suggestion." She moves her finger across "SHIT" written on my face. "Has anyone used her yet?" she says, full of frustration.
"Nope, she's all fresh!" Sally says with a smile.
"Dad, Jake, make sure she's full at all times. Cock, dildo, fist, whatever you want. She doesn't get an open hole!" The director of cruelty says, then she walks over and returns the ring to my mouth. I return to my doll state.
I feel my uncle begin to work his cock into my pussy, back and forth effortlessly. The feeling is becoming soothing in a twisted way.
My focus shatters. I feel a large pressure build in my lower hole. I begin to shake my ass, trying to escape. All this does is thrust my pussy deeper onto my uncle's cock.
I feel what can only be four fingers puncturing my sphincter. If I could scream, I would. Then I feel Sally's hands hold my head.
"Alright, Becky, you can thank your dad for this." My cousin squats over my face. She spreads her ass, and a large pink bulb begins to appear between a ring of puffy tissue.
"Do you know what happens when you get fist-fucked in the ass for 10 hours straight?" My beautiful cousin asks while pushing. Then with anger she bursts out, "Stick your fucking tongue out! Lick my fucking prolapsed fuck hole!"
I do what I am commanded. The taste is oddly sweet and not unpleasant. The folded flesh is very squishy and tender.
"I used to have a cute asshole. Tiny and tight. Now, whenever I go to take a shit, it falls out of my fucking body," she says angrily.
Then the taste in my brain changes. I recoil when I notice it, but Sally holds my head perfectly still. A brown, sticky goo begins to drop into my mouth. I am paralyzed. I begin to try and puke before the substance hits my tongue.
Sally then shoves my head forward, forcing the waste into my mouth and onto my nose. Danielle begins rubbing her prolapsed asshole on my face, smearing the brown substance all over.
I begin to gag. My senses are on fire, and my body rejects my reality. Why is this happening?
I am painfully reminded that my lower body exists when my cousin's fingers finally cause my sphincter to yield, and he is fisting me up to his knuckles.
"You fucking slut!" The women begin to laugh, then Danielle squats down and licks my face.
I begin to retch. This is sick. These fucking freaks are broken. She's licking her own shit!
"What chocolate did you use?" Sally asks, laughing.
"Ahhhh, gahh, wahhh," I try to say.
Then I use my tongue to taste. Fucking chocolate.
But the horror doesn't rest. Like an exhausting sprint, the pace quickens.
"Can you hurry up and fist this cunt?" Danielle walks back to Jake. "Sally, your brother is too nice." Danielle grabs his elbow and drives his fist home. I realize at that moment that he was actually being gentle. This is true pain.
"Ahhhhhhh, bahhhhhh," I begin to sob.
"Alright, alright, shut the fuck up!" Sally sits on my face and puts her matching ruined asshole on my mouth. "Scream into your daddy's present for me! He gave me one too. Now you'll have a matching one by the end of the night! I'm so glad he got heads," Sally says while grinding her rosebud asshole on my tongue.
What will he do to me?
The pain from the fisting begins to make my body spasm. The force of my holes clamping down makes my uncle's thrusts harder, and my cousins are using more force to burrow deeper into my fleshy tunnel.
"Ahh, fuck! God, this fucking cunt is great!" Andy begins to yell out.
"Not as good as mine!" Sally calls out.
I feel my uncle slump over my body as his thrusting stops and he is spent. The thrusting in my ass just intensifies. I can feel the fist coming all the way out and punching back into my gaping hole.
"Fahhhh, peeeasssss, stahhhh," I scream into my cousin's asshole.
"Fuck! God, keep going!" Sally yells.
"I wouldn't know how your pussy feels. Your mother flipped tails," Andy says matter-of-factly.
"Oh, well, Daddy, that's your loss," Sally sings, rubbing her asshole on my face, trying to cum.
The erotic display is too much for me. I clamp down on my tunnel and let another orgasm tear through my body.
"Ahhhh, fahhhh, doonnn, stahhhp," I scream.
"Fuck yes! Harder! Dad, get out of her fucking pussy and punish her fucking ass like a fucking man! You see this? Your brother-in-law did this to me!" She shows him her partially prolapsed asshole. "Give her one for me!"
Andy didn't fuck Sally. Why do I get fucked by my dad? Why is he so happy about it? Why did he destroy my cous-
My mind is broken from the fist yanked out of my battered hole. Now it is replaced with a meaner, larger one. He doesn't need the aid of Danielle. Jake begins to go to work on my pussy. Pumping his cock in and out rhythmically to match the punishment of his dad.
My body is limp, but I can feel every knuckle, every vein. My hole is being stretched and beaten. My ring stretches around his wrist with every thrust deeper and deeper.
"Well, since I'm not needed here anymore, let's give her some stripes," Danielle says, almost bored.
"Fucking make her scream. I'm almost there!" Sally screams out at the top of her lungs.
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRACK.
A stick bites into the flesh on my tits with a sting.
"Ahhhh, fahhhhh, gahhh." Her thighs are growing slick around my head from my tears.
"More! Fuck her, beat her, make this cunt scream!" Sally sings on the edge of her climax.
SMACK.
"Ahhhh, fuck! YES!" A large flow of never-ending liquid blasts out of Sally's cunt onto my neck.
She grabs my hair and presses my mouth into her hole. Then she keeps it there until I thrash.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
"God, fuck!" she screams out again, letting more come out.
The sensory overload is too much. I'm done. The fisting, the suffocation, and the orgasms. The world turns black.
When I wake, the torture never ended. I wake to my mom and two cousins hoisting me up, standing. Cum is leaking out of my pussy. Blood runs down my leg from my asshole. My arms are spread wide, my breasts sit perky on my chest. My legs are splayed out wide. My long blonde hair is tangled and messy. My dark pubes are wet and stuck to my skin, matted down and thick with cum.
"Mom... What's happening? Why are you here? Please save me," I whimper.
"We are saving you. This is the last round before your father," she purrs, like she's doing a favor.
"Release me, please." I break down. Tears fall to the floor with an audible drop.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I can't do that. Well, I won't do that." Her hand goes to my face. "It's almost over." She smiles.
I make an ugly face and cry, then bow my head.
"Pete, Fred, you have one job. Make her holes break. We are going to outdo Jake this year! We will take his daughter from him. Show him how his games hurt us. Maybe he'll flinch seeing his little girl brutalized." Jess says, monologuing like a villain.
My mother's reaction changes. She looks with understanding.
"Jess, I want to see blood across her body when you're done!" Sally hands my mom a bamboo stick.
"Becky, we are going to whip your body bloody," Sally says, trying to make the scene in her head a reality.
"Please stop!!!!" I thrash and scream.
"Pete and Fred are going to be fist-fucking you until your holes fall out. If you want a break from being fisted, it costs a strike to the hole from my cable," Sally explains.
I spit at Sally. "Fuck you all!"
"Begin!" she says with sadistic pleasure.
A crack across my back stings from my mother's thin cane.
"Just punch into her pussy and ass like you practiced! If it does not open, keep punching it. Do not fold your hands!" Sally instructs the men between my legs.
I gag and lose my voice at the pain. The steel cable in Sally's hands bites into my flesh. It catches my right breast. I look at the red stripe. The impression already begins to rise on my skin. Another on my back from my mom. The assault on my sex continues.
My cousins are just pounding my holes. Neither one has yielded by the fifth blow. The sting on my stomach from Sally's strike with the cable causes me to piss myself. My loss of muscle control allows the sixth thrust to break my holes. With a sickening squelch, I can hear the soft wet muscles accommodating the brutal rock-hard fists.
I am being torn apart, and my holes are being stretched beyond capacity.
"Please take them out!" I yell out, forgetting about the price.
The men yank their hands free, and I begin to piss on the floor again.
Before I can relax, my eyes shoot open. The worst pain in my life erupts in my core. The steel bites into my clit. I am on fire. I can't even scream. I can just stand there, broken and full of fire. My back arches onto my tiptoes.
I fall back to earth, and when I bend forward as much as I can, the steel bites into my purple ring. My squishy, tender flesh poking out is torn from the bite. I see red painting the silver strands of steel.
"Fuck! Please end this!"
"You are done when you have two proper prolapses and your back and tits are dripping blood," my mother calls to me.
"Please, Mom, stop."
I go limp, not worrying about my joints. My torture has gone beyond bodily pain.
"Break is over," Sally calls.
Dutifully, my cousins go back to work. My new lashes make the fist even more painful than before. When the fists break into my holes, I feel the knuckles in my ass rubbing against the open wound.
My mom splinters the cane across my shoulder blades. Sally catches my nipples. All of the pain blends together. All different horrific feelings.
"These stripes look so pretty, Becky." My mom runs her fingers down my back.
"Fuck you!" I yell.
An angry claw tears down the open gashes. The blood begins to drip.
"You're such a cunt!" she scolds. "Her back is done. Move, Pete. Let's break my ungrateful daughter's ass together."
They begin an onslaught of thrusts in and out. When one comes out, the other goes in. They keep this pace up at an incredible speed. My ass is throbbing. The vacancy is more of a punishment than the feeling of being stretched at this point. The soreness of my throbbing muscles contracting is more painful than the brutal stretching.
Suddenly I feel far too full. The stretch is a tear. The pain is too much. Fuck the price.
"Oops, sorry!" my mother says sarcastically.
My eyes pop open, and my head goes back.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck! Take it out! Take it the fuck out!" I scream in protest from the sudden double fist in my ruined hole.
Both Pete and my mother take the fists they had buried in my ass out. With the sudden yank of the fists, my bright red prolapse emerges from my bruised purple ring.
"Fuck, that's what I'm fucking talking about!" Sally runs over and grabs my prolapse at the stem. She begins to suck my meaty tube. "Okay, Jess, I need you to hold this." Sally ties a paracord around the base of my prolapse and hands my mother the rope. "If this gets sucked back in, then I will find a way to put you next to Becky for your husband!" I look back at my mother, and this is the first time I actually see fear in her eyes.
"Oh, you're that afraid of Dad that you won't stand beside your daughter? Fuck you!" I yell.
"You little bitch!"
I gag as the rope is yanked hard down like a leash on a barking dog. It feels like my insides are being ripped from my body.
"Alright, Becky! Two on the prolapse or one strike on each hole?"
"No, fuck, please no!" I sob and thrash. Then the leash pulls again.
"Ahhh, gahhh, fuck you! Fuck you!"
I feel the steel. The pain is blinding, but the darkness is bliss. With those two strikes on my prolapse, the snap is audible in my ears. I hear the fracture of my mental state.
The darkness comes. When I awake, I have a second leash. Both organs are pulled tight from my body. They are held against rings on the floor. Sally and my mom are riding Pete and Fred.
The rules: everyone has to cum.
Then my eyes close again.
Then the finale wakes me. My father enters the room, the rest of my family staring at my naked body limp and hanging from the ceiling. Blood is leaking from my skin. My mutilated sexual organs are being pulled from my body. The scene is grotesque. It serves to show what this horrible tradition has mutated into.
"Look at my beautiful daughter! Oh wow, Sally, you really did a number on her. Holy shit, her nipples are almost sliced off! Good job!" He slowly claps. "Oh my, what am I going to do to hurt her worse?" He puts his hands to his face, feigning shock.
"We stole it, you bastard! You don't get the satisfaction this year! Fuck you!" Sally spits.
"Daddy, please let me go." I cry out for help.
"Oh no, sorry, honey. Daddy has to teach your mother's stupid family a lesson. Now let's start." He says with pure cold sadism on his tongue.
Sally steps up. "Sit the fuck down, you ruined cunt!" he barks out. "The safe person doesn't apply if the last round is a single person!"
Andy grabs his daughter's shoulder and brings her to her seat. Then he leans to Jess and whispers in her ear. What was that?
"So, if I didn't know about your plans, I would be in shock. But Pete and Fred kept blabbing about it over and over all fucking day. So I made a trip."
My dad opens his black duffel bag: 99 percent alcohol and a scrub brush.
"You know, I've been waiting for this for a long time. There is something poetic about filling your own daughter's womb," he says, almost fatherly. "I really don't want for my sperm to mingle with your mother's fucked up family though."
He opens the bottle of alcohol. "Sally, thank you for packaging her cervix up for me like this. I can clean it really nicely now!" Pure evil slips from my father's tongue.
With force, he squeezes the plastic. The chemicals spray on my blood-red bud.
"Ahhhh, fuck!" I begin to foam at the mouth and convulse. It feels like a cold and hot iron is being pressed against my insides. I try to recoil, and I pull the paracord tight, ripping more of my prolapses out of my body. My brain is telling me to escape and flee, but when I try, my body is wounded more.
"Oh, that's impressive." He admires my struggle. "Alright, well, let's scrub it clean."
The brush feels like little razor blades tearing at my delicate lining. With every scrape, I scream louder until the sounds fade, but my consciousness does not. My voice has splintered. I see blood flicking across his face and around my legs as the bristles return to their original state after perforating my cervix.
I look down again and see a puddle of blood pooling. He isn't even looking at my mutilated glob of flesh. He's alternating between staring at my mother and Sally.
"I thought you would take it easy on her! I'm sorry, Becky! I didn't think this would happen!" Sally cries out. "I didn't think he would hurt his own daughter!"
"The bastard has been counting the days down for years," my mother says coldly. "You know how many times he's called me Becky while raping me?"
He cuts the cord and, without releasing the knot, shoves my restrained cervix back into my body.
"Well, this will hurt you a lot, but it's so stretched out. I have to do something to be able to feel inside you!" He laughs.
My dad grabs my hips and thrusts into my brutalized pussy. Blood is dripping off his balls with every thrust. He finally looks at me. He sticks his tongue in my mouth.
I look back at him with my dead, lifeless eyes. Then, within minutes, his pathetic, inept humping is over.
"Oh god, that was good." Everyone stares at him, watching the show with disgust. That was a grotesque display.
"Well, normally the show would be over. But I have some more things in store. I think I'm just going to rub some salt in your wounds, Sally. Sorry you got outplayed." My dad retrieves a container of salt from his bag.
He pours the salt into his hand. He begins to rub the coarse rock across my body. The sounds that escape my mouth are not human. The grit of the rock burns every single cut and lash. It sears deep into my brain. The salt becomes wet and sticky, clinging to his hand. I am a sobbing mess, then I begin to pass.
"Oh, sorry, no, we can't have that." With a snap of a tube under my nose, I am brought back from my escape.
"Enough!" Sally yells.
"Andy, if she says anything else, she will be up here with Becky. Okay?"
"Enough, Sall-"
"Fuck you!" Sally walks up and holds her arms above her head. "You are a sick-"
SLAP.
"You don't get to grandstand!" My father backhands the woman. Without missing a beat, he ties her to my arm. Stretched out and on her toes.
"Jack, this is to-" Andy is interrupted.
"I'm well within my rights in this game!" Jack screams. He's losing control.
Me and Sally both look at my mom. She looks away.
"Alright, so let's give you a matching prolapse!" Within moments, my dad is thrusting his fist into his niece's stretched hole.
The thrusts become wild and erratic. "Jess, why don't you come over here, dear."
My mother walks and stands beside the monster. "Let's hold hands."
Then the scene changes. Him and his partner press their intertwined hands into Sally's poor rectum. She is writhing in pain as the hands begin to disappear.
My dad's other hand goes to my mom's pussy. "You're so wet, Jess! Are you happy it's not happening to you?" They pick up the speed.
"Yes," she says, moaning. He picks up the speed on my mom's clit. They use more force, yanking out and thrusting upward into Sally's guts.
I hold Sally's hand, and she holds mine.
Then my mother yells out, "Fuck!!!" The hands shoot up deep and stay there. Sally's toes leave the ground, and my mom squirts on the floor.
With a final yank, the tube of muscle finally falls and reveals itself.
The rest of the family watches in horror. They know the game has changed.
"Hey, Andy, take a bet: what hurts worse, Biofreeze or Icy Hot?"
"Jack!" Andy screams.
With a glove now on his hand, he squirts a handful of Icy Hot on his hand. "Jess." She holds out her hands. She gets the Biofreeze.
"I'll take Becky!" my dad says.
Then my mom faces Sally's fresh prolapse. She begins to rub the thick gel on her red, slick tube.
The scream is animalistic. She thrashes and stomps her feet. She cries and sobs. The worst part is nobody can stop it. The pain just has to go away. Time has to heal the wound. Then it is my turn.
"Becky, the gift of pain is what I impart to you." He slathers the paste on my blood-red, tied-off prolapse. The sensation is not natural. My body grows cold. My brain shuts off. Then the fire erupts. I am screaming and crying, begging for it to stop. Then the button is pressed, and we fall to the ground. We writhe in agony as my dad jerks off to his work.
"Don't try this again, you slut!" Several small globs of cum fall on Sally's face. "I can't wait till next year."
Andy's eyes shoot open.
My dad says with a wicked, evil grin, "That's right, Maddi is next."
Then the monster takes a bow.
No one claps, but all eyes see.
Andy stands to address the family. "We all know divorce is illegal in this family. Till death do us part." His voice booms over everyone.
He towers over my dad. "The spirit of our tradition has been destroyed. The rot has been here for years. Tonight, it stopped obeying the rules."
"It's always been evil," I whimper.
Andy looks at me on the ground in agony. He proceeds with his duty. "All in favor of this union being separated?"
The hands shoot up. All except mine, Sally's, and my mother's.
"Jess. If you don't vote, the next vote will be a family tie vote." He shoots her a stern glare.
My mother slowly raises her hand.
"You fucking who-" The towering man turns and, with the hand that hours ago he used to fist-rape my asshole, he collapses my dad's throat. He clutches at his throat. He gasps for air that does not come.
"Sally, Becky, I need your vote," he says, now on top of my dad.
"Does it make the pain stop?" I say numbly.
"No, but you can make someone else hurt."
"Like this tradition?" I glare.
"Like this tradition," Andy agrees.
Andy puts his massive hand on my dad's throat and waits for our signal.
"Let the cycle continue. Do it," I say. Then I look into Sally's eyes coldly until she remembers next year.