#Abuse #Incest #Rape #Threesome
By Zarek Saba
How girls grow up in an alternative society
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18 years old… An important milestone for anyone, that’s for sure, especially for a girl. 18 years is a long time, and 18 years marks the transition from the youthful age of playing games to the true femininity of women.
In the society where the girl lived, virginity was well guarded for both boys and girls until they were 18, they dressed as menarche and semenarche, of course, but those only meant biological, not social, adulthood. 18 years, a number that has remained constant for… Decades! 18 is also the number of the right hand, the sacred hand that can write, while the number of left-handed people is 81, the age around which people usually die. However, it was not death that the girl, very pretty with short blond hair tied in a short ponytail, was afraid of, it was death that made her eyes water and made her heart beat strongly, contained in her fragile chest with two beautiful full breasts. Indeed, while her gaze was dazed, an almost pleasant sensation of heat was being released from her groin, and she didn’t know if she liked it or not. It burned, there, in her panties, protected only by a skirt that reached her knees, and… It scared her.
That evening she would become a woman, she knew it well, and for this reason it scared her, but it was always for this reason that she got wet.
In her thoughts she wondered what would happen, how the… Thing would go… And hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. Her terror, however, was not real, but only a sort of anxiety generated by embarrassment, as she had always known that one day it would have to happen. Her brother would also suffer the same fate the following year, as had their older sister three years earlier. Maybe she would have been there too… The girl really didn’t know, but she hoped not, it was too embarrassing.
Her gaze, youthful and frightened, had her eyes fixed on the entrance door to her room, unable to close in fear despite the tears that irritated him.
– Start undressing, I’ll finish washing the dishes and I’ll be there!
The mother shouted from the kitchen, as soon as she heard her little daughter who, in her anxiety, jumped onto the bed, messing up the pink and purple blankets. How she heard it, she didn’t know either, and she certainly didn’t think much about it.
She thought of something else: she had to undress. Yes. She had to undress. Trying to think about it as little as possible, praying to her god that everything would pass as quickly as possible, she got up trembling from the bed, almost falling from fear, and, slowly, she took off her bluish-violet jacket and took off her pretty and elegant skirt, then the underwear shirt and, finally, the bra, leaving the boobs free. She tried to arrange everything on the chair she had in the room, folding the clothes as best as possible, but to no avail. She was too scared to fold clothes really well.
The panties?
She forgot to take them off, too scared as she was about to become a real woman, but it seems she was involuntarily excited about it, the panties being wet in the pussy area. All women, no matter the age, wet themselves when scared or embarrassed. In her case the terror was fueled by embarrassment, as already mentioned, and how wet and hot she was down there! Sitting on the bed, wetting the covers with her vaginal juices, she waited until the evil door opened.
– Why are you still wearing your underwear?
The mother asked, her voice tender yet amazed, all the while observing her daughter with a look of understanding. She also did this when her mother made her a woman; in fact, even worse since her mother had to undress her in tears.
Yet, despite understanding her, her gaze towards her daughter quickly became filled with a merciless coldness. Her sister, on the other hand, was used to groping her little sister’s breasts even just out of spite, and it was only there to embarrass her more: she loved annoying her little sister. In short, there is always a certain amount of annoyance between children of the same parents, right? She stared at her coldly too, but shook her head in mock disappointment to further dampen her little sister’s spirits, hiding her laughter in the process.
The two women closed the door, then approached the girl who, scared and embarrassed, was no longer able to move, her gaze jumping from her mother to her sister and vice versa, their cold glances were frightening for her, yet they only made her wetter more. When they reached the bed her sister sat on her left and her mother on her right. They both pressed themselves against her, squeezing their breasts against her hips, gently touching her back with one hand while the other was busy with other tasks. Soon, very soon, the sister took hold of her left breast, playing with it in a weighty way, as if it were not a part of her little sister’s body but a deflated soccer ball, while the mother made her way towards her little daughter’s last fortress, slowly sliding their greedy fingers towards their prize, ready for their duty. If at first she didn’t like the sensations at all, they soon joined the beauty of the heat in her groin.
The sister, barely feeling it at first, began to squeeze and reshape the breast with her fingers as if it were a squishi, causing pleasure at first and then, as she squeezed, pain. The sister wanted that pain, she enjoyed seeing her little sister suffering, and she enjoyed the tears.
– Why are you crying? – she whispered in her ear, with a little voice that seemed to be both evil and thoughtful – We haven’t started yet – and by saying this an evil smile was created on her face, and her sister actually started to cry. At the same time the mother, terrible in her cold ways, inserted her first finger into her daughter’s little cunt, barely wider than the hole of a bottle, causing a brief orgasm that briefly supplanted the oiants –
– Shhhh – whispered the mother – You are already wet, dear daughter, you can see that you are a slut…
At those words, pronounced in such a lewd tone as to impress even the most perverse, she inserted her fingers deeper. The daughter tried to get up to leave, but her sister squeezed her breasts tighter, forcing her into submission, before slamming her onto the mattress and squeezing both her anuses while the mother, cold and detached, lifted her legs to remove her panties. The girl didn’t even resist, she was too shocked to do so, or she was afraid that her sister might squeeze her breasts even harder which were already hurting her so much. Never had her sister hurt her so much physically, and she hoped she would never do it again. Helpless, she stared at her, but in her gaze she only saw the pleasure in her pain, while in her little sister, in those big green eyes full of tears, she saw a sow, and in that trembling mouth she saw a wet hole that could have given her pleasure.
Suddenly the girl felt a different sensation in her pussy; always something that entered her, but something different, more flexible and wet… Her mother’s tongue, and the worst thing was that she struggled to contain her moans! Meanwhile her sister had loosened her grip on her breasts, but the relief from this disappeared when I started playing with her nipples. First she dies slowly, gently, happy that they were erect (symbolizing that the pleasure was true for his body, even if it wasn’t true for his mind), then I start pulling them faster and faster, and finally she squeezes them between her fingers and pulled, only to see the little sister’s faces at the repeated sudden nervous stimulations.
Then, zac!
A strong, powerful and uncontainable orgasm gripped her pussy, wetting her mother’s entire face. The cry she let out, almost inhuman, filled both mother and older sister with pleasure. She tried to make a pitiful apology to her mother for having come on her face, but she left the room all dirty without listening to the half-moans caused by her sister who was playing so happily with her nipples. Shortly after the mother left the door she left the nipples to her little sister, inserting the thumb of her right hand into her mouth intent on taking in air, as a sign of domination, while with her right hand she began to masturbate the vagina now more sensitive than ever to every touch, still willing to cause pain mixed with pleasure to her little sister in a strange and twisted sense of sisterly love. She enjoyed every single moment of her sister’s post-orgasm tremors as she masturbated her, and her vagina got very wet because of it. Finally, also eager to come, she sat on the face of her exhausted and sexually tortured sister. She didn’t even try to resist, she knew too well that she couldn’t do it. She simply enjoyed the sight of his sister’s pussy, and quickly began to lick it, savoring the sweet taste of her liquids and their lovely scent, no longer paying attention to the tears or to her eyes which had become irritated because of them. The sister, then, pressing on the girl’s breasts with all her weight, began to move back and forth to caress her face which was now receiving little air, the pain from the breasts crushed mercilessly was so strong that she didn’t scream just because of the pussy of the sister on the mouth. Furthermore, the sister had started to make moans of pleasure while the little sister masturbated her pussy with her tongue which, although not very skilled, still knew how to behave.
Suddenly, pain!
It was a pain different from the others, in that it was not external but internal, intense and yet momentary, like the cut of a knife, followed by pleasure and a vague background pain. She wanted to scream, but with her older sister riding her, expressing her pain was impossible.
She had been deflowered by a big strapon that her mother had worn, and which she now used to pound her daughter mercilessly.
Outside and Inside.
Outside and Inside.
Quick, cold but precise movements, a unique pain for the first time. The girl came again, this time in absolute pain, there was nothing pleasant in that orgasm of hers. Shortly afterwards her older sister also came, washing her face and the blankets under her head.
The mother pulled out the strapon, and the sister got off the girl’s face, then they both left the room, with the mother making some comments about the situation between her older daughter’s legs before speaking to the newly womanized one.
– Make sure you go to sleep, you have to go to school tomorrow and it’s already late.
She didn’t even tell her to wash or change the blankets stained with female juices, much less clean the slippery floor full of squirt. No, the girl would have slept like that that evening, traumatized as her mother and sister were traumatized when they were made women in that rape by their family members. The girl, obviously, didn’t even answer her mother. She fell asleep like this, naked, on dirty blankets under which her desecrated and deflowered little body should have found refuge, the blood still staining the blankets and her pubis. Even if she tried to stand up her legs would shake too much, causing her to collapse on top of her own squirt. The best part is that that operation would go on for a long time in the following months, sometimes even with the father taking note, so that the girl would grow up as a real woman full of experiences in all fields of sexuality.
She would have to do it one day with any of her children…
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By Zarek Saba
#Abuse #Incest #Rape #Threesome
