Chapter 8: Hope is Raped

Kristina dressed Hope in a typical schoolgirl outfit that her father and uncle so loved. She wore a white, button down blouse, the buttons straining to contain her breasts. Her skirt, a red, plaid cotton skirt was short, barely touching the top of her knees, just the way her father liked it. The only thing that did not fit was the shoes. She wore a pair of three inch high heels, her legs perched up high on them, her muscles straining as she balanced precariously on them.

"What is going to happen?" Hope asked Kristina, scared of her father and uncle.

"You are going to be fucked Hope. At least by my father and maybe also by my Uncle."

"No, I'm a virgin. I'm saving myself for my husband. Please, talk to your father, don't let him do this to me." She begged Kristina. "I did everything you said."

"I can't help you. In Mexico, women do not go against the men, fathers or husbands. We are a very male dominant society and the females are here for the pleasure of the men. My Uncle took my virginity when I was 10 and has fucked me since then. While my father does not touch me, he knows of my Uncle and approves of it."

The door opened and Miguel, Kristina's father and her uncle walked in. Miguel was a large man, Hope not knowing the whole truth, that he possessed an eleven inch cock. Not only was she going to lose her virginity, but she will have to take such a large cock the first time. Kristina's uncle, Pedro also had a large cock, but not anything like Miguel's. They were both in their mid-forties. While not real handsome, they had a very demanding personality. Their wealth and power had translated into a personality where they demanded and got whatever they desired. In Mexico, anything was possible, money could buy everything.

He looked, seeing Hope and Kristina dressed almost identical. His cock was already hard from seeing the two of them engaging in girl sex. Now he wanted to teach Hope on how to pleasure a man. He walked up to Hope and slapped her hard across the fact, knocking her onto the bed. She immediately began to cry, her cheek already red.

"So this is the little whore that fucked my daughter. What have you got to say for yourself, American tramp?"

Sobbing, Hope managed to blurt out, "I didn't do it, Kristina made me do it."

Miguel slapped her again, watching as she fell back on the bed, her skirt riding high up her legs, giving him a quick glimpse of her panties. "Liar, are you calling my daughter a whore." He moved towards Hope, she cringed in fear, backing away, afraid of another slap.

Both of her cheeks stung from his hand. He would not believe her, she was an American. Why would he take her word against his own daughters? She had to try another way. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean it." Tears were still running down her cheeks, both cheeks red.

"Whore. All of you Americans are whores. Fucking my little girl. How many men have you fucked whore?"

"None, Sir, I'm a virgin. I've never been with a man before."

"You expect me to believe a whore like you. We'll soon find out if you are telling the truth. If I find you are lying, I will whip you raw. Are you sure you want me to believe you're a virgin?"

"Yes Sir. I'm a virgin." Her eyes pleaded with him to believe her.

"You've never had a cock in your pussy before?"

"No."

"Have you ever sucked a cock or jerked off a cock?"

"No Sir."

"Ever let a man slip his cock up your ass?"

"No, NO, I'm a good girl," getting embarrassed by his questioning.

"Not too good, you still suck pussy don't you?"

"Yes Sir and I'm sorry. I don't know what got over me"

"Maybe you just need a good, hard cock to show you what you are missing. Then maybe you will stay away from my little girl."

"Oh no, Sir. I'll stay away from Kristina, I promise. I'll be good, real good." She looked into his eyes, pleading with him. She didn't want to be fucked, especially by him.

"We'll see how good you can obey. Can you do that, can you obey your elders?" He looked into her eyes, his eyes piercing her soul.

She was afraid of him, his eyes had an evil look in them. She did not know how to answer him. She knew that if she obeyed him, he would force her to do things she didn't want to do, to degrade her. If she didn't she was afraid of what he might do to her. She still hurt from the slaps, it could be a lot worse. He was talking of whipping her. She had no choice. "I can obey."

"Come over here and sit next to me. I want to get to know you better. We'll see if you are telling the truth." He patted the seat between him and Kristina's uncle.

Meanwhile, in the cellar of the mansion, we find Sara suffering under the hands of Rafael and Emilo, Kristina's fourteen year old brother. She is naked, bent over one of the many benches in the room. Her legs are split open wide, a spreader bar holding them open at least four feet, her pussy unprotected. Her arms are tied behind her back, thrusting her tits out. While only 34b's, her nipples were long and this is what they were working on.

One of her breasts was placed between the serrated edges of the vice. Emilo was slowly turning the crank while Rafael pushed down on her back, pushing her breast between the cold, metal vice. Her nipples had already hardened, hitting the cold metal and instantly becoming pert and hard. She was trying to squirm away as she watched the metal vise come closer and closer to trapping her breast between the two sides. Once secured inside, she would not be able to stop them from squeezing them as tight as they wanted. And she was sure that her nipples would be crushed painfully before they were finished.

"Crack," Rafael slapping her hard on the ass. "Still, bitch."

She felt the metal touching both sides of her breast, the metal vise continuing its push inward, closing in on anything placed between them. "NO, PPLSSE, NNO," the metal begin to tighten on her breast. Tighter and tighter they turned, her breast now compressed between the vice. She felt Emilo handle her breast, pulling it farther between the vice, making sure that her nipple would also be crushed between the unyielding metal.

"OOOOWW, GGGHHHGG," she screamed as her breast was squeezed into the one inch space between the vice, her flesh bulging out all sides as it tightened. Two more turns and her nipple was touched by both sides of the vice, crushing the hard bud between it.

Her screams bounced off the wall as her delicate nipple was crushed by the vice. They finally stopped when it was all but hidden in the vice, crushed painfully. Sara could not believe they could inflict that much pain on her. She was sure her nipple would no longer be any good when they finished with it. She screamed again when Rafael brought another vice over, moving it under her other breast, Emilo helping to position her breast between it. They wasted no time, closing the vice hurriedly onto her breast, squeezing the nipple painfully between it until her screams rang out again.

Tears were running down her face, the pain in her breasts running up into her brain. She tried to move away, but only succeeding in pulling on her breasts, igniting a fresh batch of pain.

Emilo came back with two more vices. Sara cried out when she saw them. They were not as big as the others, but they weighted at least two pounds each. She felt him fumbling between her legs, cringing as she felt his hands on her pussy lips, pulling one apart, while Rafael situated the vice below it, his hands turning the crank. They were not satisfied it was tight enough until she screamed loud enough. Her other pussy lip was next, not taking very long to trap the puffy lip between the serrated metal vice, painfully compressing the flesh.

Just when she did not think it could get any worse, they both let the two vices between her legs go, the two pound vices falling down towards the ground until it stopped at her knees, her pussy lips stretched painfully down. They loved her screams and sobs, their cocks hard in anticipation.

She looked through her tear stained eyes, seeing Rafael lubricating his erect cock with a créme. He stroked it up and down the shaft until it glistened in the light. She lost sight of him, but felt him behind her. She felt the cold lubrication touch her exposed anus, a finger suddenly and painfully shoved deep into her asshole, lubricating her back passage for something even larger. When her hips shot forward to escape the raping finger, the vices began to swing, a new wave of pain hitting her.

"Yes, they are going to swing back and forth when I ream out your asshole. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. The only way to stop them from swinging is to push back on your ass, driving your asshole onto my cock. I will like that."

She felt his hands on her hips, steadying her for the first fuck inside her asshole. The next sensation was the lubricated cock placed against her anus, rubbing over the little hole. Even though they had fucked her up the ass, it had shrunk back down to almost its original size. She would have to painfully stretch to take the cock again. "AAAAAGGHH," the raping cock forcefully stretching her anus open in one lunge, her rectum spread wide to take the bulbous head as her sphincter clamped down on the head. She waited, her breathing ragged, her breasts painfully throbbing in the vice.

Rafael heard her groans and moans of pain as he drilled her asshole with his cock, not giving her asshole time to grow accustomed to having a large cock shoved inside. He loved her cries, as he hit her ass with his stomach, his balls slapping against her pussy from behind as his cock buried itself deep in her colon. He flexed his cock, feeling her anal passage spasm on the raping cock, fighting to extract the cock from a place that it was not meant to be placed in.

He began to fuck her, her body buffeted by his powerful hips, slapping hard against her ass, the vices pulling painfully on her pussy lips, swinging back and forth. Emilo smiled as she screamed, his finger giving the cranks on the breast vices half turns. Each time the pain would diminish, Emilo would be there to make them tighter, to ignite a new pain.

Her asshole felt so full. She had to push back, forcing his cock deeper into her colon, anything to stop the vices from swinging. Her stomach cramped from the cockhead deep inside, jerking and twitching in her anal passage. Her sphincter clenched and unclenched on the cock shaft, her pain giving him such great pleasure.

Meanwhile, her niece Hope sat down, pinned between Miguel and Pedro. She saw Kristina smiling at her, watching her discomfort, wanting to see her degradation by her father and uncle. Miguel turned towards her, his hand on her cheek.

"You're a very beautiful girl, almost as beautiful as Kristina. No wonder you could talk her into girl sex. You have a lovely body for such a young girl. How old are you?"

"Eighteen sir."

He let his fingers run along her soft, silky skin of her cheek. He turned her head toward him, leaning in closer to her, his lips touching hers. He felt her jerk away. His hand shot out and slapped her hard again. "I thought you were going to obey?"

Hope sobbed, "I'm sorry," her cheek sore from the slaps.

He moved in again, his lips touching hers. She did not flinch as he kissed the young girl next to him, his lips smashing down onto her. He tried to push his tongue into her mouth but she kept it clamped shut. "Kiss back, stick your tongue in my mouth. I want you to kiss me like I was your lover."

She cringed at his command, but did not hesitate when his lips touched hers again. She was afraid of him. Afraid of being punished. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting the foul taste of his saliva, smelling his bad breath. She let her tongue run over his, darting back and forth inside, their lips mashing onto each other.

He pulled away, "much better." He looked down at her body, his cock hard. He took her hand, feeling her shudder as he did, moving it down onto his lap. "Feel my cock," he ordered her.

All eyes were on her, watching as her hand touched his hard cock. She jerked back in surprise. It felt like an arm, not a cock. It was huge. It had to be over ten inches.

Miguel looked at her, his hand returning hers back onto his cock. "I said feel my cock, I wouldn't tell you again." He smiled as her hand returned to touch his cock. Her small hand barely grabbed it. "Good girl, now rub it nice and slow. Make me feel good," he ordered her.

Pedro smiled at her as he observed her starting to masturbate Miguel. Her hand moved up and down the front of Miguel's pants, his cock jutting his pants out.

Miguel moved in again, his lips kissing Hope again. "That's a good girl, kiss me and stroke my cock. Show me how well you can obey." He felt her tongue running inside her mouth, her hand moving up and down his cock, the huge cock twitching in excitement. An eighteen year old girl was kissing and masturbating his cock while his daughter and brother watched. He put his hand out in front of her. "Push your breast into my hand. Let me feel your soft, young breast flesh."

She closed her eyes, moving her chest in towards his until she felt his palm hit her breast. She kissed him again, her hand continuing to run up and down the cock in her hand. She felt his hand begin to squeeze her breast. She felt the cock jerking in her hand, pleased as he felt her breasts. He was degrading her in front of Kristina and her uncle. She cringed at his next command.

"Open your blouse, I want to feel your naked skin under my fingers."

He intended on making her strip naked in front of them. And she was almost sure that he was going to rape her. There was nothing she could do. She had to obey. One hand went down to her blouse, slowly slipping open the buttons, her other hand continuing to masturbate his cock. Maybe she could make him cum before he raped her. She felt the cool air on her chest and stomach, her blouse slowly parting open as her hand continued to move up and down on his cock.

"For someone that has never masturbated a cock, you're a natural. Such soft hands and a gentle touch." His hands moved her blouse aside, finding her bra encased breasts, the other hand running up over her naked upper breasts and between her cleavage.

He kissed her again, her darting tongue still mixing with his, hands moving over her breasts, squeezing, searching out her nipples, pinching tiny bits of breast flesh until he heard her squeal, his finger crushing a nipple.

She felt Pedro behind her. "Let me help you off with your blouse," pulling it from her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms. Now there were two of them. It was going from bad to worse. She stopped stroking his cock long enough for the blouse to be pulled from her arms. Pedro threw it over into the corner. His hands returned to her naked back, her hand shot up, grabbing at it.

Miguel moved closer to her. "Put your hands down, let him have his way. He can't resist a young girl's body like yours. He is already fucking Kristina. Maybe he if plays with you, he wouldn't bother her." He kissed her again, his hands running over her bra, feeling the youthful flesh clenched beneath his fingers.

Hope could only sit there, half naked from the waist up as two older men played with her body like they owned it, taking advantage of her. One was gripping her breasts, fingers searching out and finding her nipples, pinching them until they became hard. He squeezed harder but she did not protest. Pedro's hands began to run over her naked back, loving the feel of her silky skin.

"You feel so good, Hope," Pedro whispered to her. His hands found the catch of her bra and released it. His hands moved around along her sides, pushing the bra aside until he found her naked breast flesh, fingers moving forward until they touched the hard nipples. He pinched them hard.

"OOOWWW," she cried as the four hands moved about her body, unable to stop them, her hand busy masturbating the giant cock beneath them. Fingers moved to her shoulders, slipping the straps down her arms until she let them pull free from her hands, her breasts now naked. She wasn't sure who was touching her breasts, all she knew were that they were not gentle. They pinched and prodded the flesh, feeling the resilient flesh bounce back after being crushed beneath their fingers.

Pedro stuck his fist into the small of her back, "arch your back, stick your tits out for Miguel," he ordered her, the painful fist thrusting her breasts out. Miguel's lips moved down to her breast and instantly sucked one of her already hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked it into his mouth painfully, stretching it as he did, his teeth nibbling on the ends. He ground his teeth on the rubbery flesh, feeling her body jerk in pain.

He moved to the other, his fingers grabbing the bitten nipple while his lips sucked the other nipple in again, stretching it from her body, his teeth biting on it like it had no feeling. Pedro continued to force her breast into his mouth, her hand continuing to masturbate the pulsating cock in her hand.

Pedro grabbed her hands from Miguel's lap, pulling her arms up into the air, then back over her shoulders, her breasts arched up high into the air. Her nipples were wet with saliva, the pink flesh already turning a deeper red from the abuse. Her dark brown areolas had goose bumps, the cool air in the room hitting the wetness left on by their sucking. Her breasts stood up proudly, arched up high into the air, no sag at all.

Miguel pulled back to look at them, his fingers playing over the thrust out nipples, pulling and twisting them, watching as her face contorts in pain. He reached up with his hand and slapped her breast, watching the flesh dance on her chest.

"UUUGGHH, OOOWW," that hurts," she cried out, Miguel's hand moving out again to hit the other breast making it jiggle and move. The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out in the room. She felt fingers snap at her nipples painfully, sharp pains ignited on the tips by his nails.

He slapped both of them, alternating between them, making them jiggle. He could see flesh turning a darker red as he slapped the flesh, starting with the underside, holding her breast up by the nipple so he had a clear target. He then began to concentrate on her nipple and areolas, letting his fingers snap against them, seeing her cringing in pain, but silent. He finally stopped, Pedro releasing her hands, his hands move beneath her arms so he could encircle the teenage tits, hefting the globes up in his palms, his fingers snapping at the hard nipples. He let a fingernail rub harshly against her nipple, almost cutting her flesh with the jagged nail as it moved back and forth, irritating the tender flesh.

He breasts began to ache, first from the slapping them then abuse of her nipples. She was pinned between the two of them, half naked, unable to defend herself.

"Stand up Hope," Miguel ordered her.

She knew that her skirt and panties wouldn't last long. She stood between them, both of their hands instantly running all over her teenage body. Pedro played with her ass, his hands clenching and unclenching on her tight ass cheeks. Miguel was gentler, his hands sliding her skirt like a lover might try to do and running up and down her naked thigh, moving higher and higher until it finally gripped her sex in his hand. Her hips shot back and forth, just like she was trying to fuck herself on their hands instead of trying to escape their groping hands.

We find Sara still being abused my Emilo and Rafael in the basement. They had her painfully riding the "rail." The rail consisted of a wooden pole about four feet long and over two inches wide. It had been cut with grooves that ran circular around and around the pole, the groove raising the surrounding area up by over inch at uneven intervals. Her arms were tied at the wrists and pulled up to the ceiling in front of her. She had to stretch out her body about two feet. Her legs were pressed on either side of the pole, her sex pushed painfully into the rough wood. They forced her body painfully onto the pole, her outstretched arms forcing the front of her sex to bear the majority of the weight. They pulled her pussy lips back as they forced her down on the pole, making sure the rough wood dug into the soft, pink inner pussy. Her ankles were pulled back above the pole and tied together. Her clit suffered the most, the uneven shifting of her weight by her bound arms crushing it between her body weight and the unyielding wood. Sara gritted her teeth and tried to stay still, anything to stop the pain in her sex. But Emilo and Rafael had other plans.

Emilo moved towards Sara, her eyes opening wide in fear as she saw what he had in his hand. He was holding an electrical probe. A twelve inch shiny metal rod capped with a silver ball the size of a ping pong ball. The handle was wrapped in rubber, protecting the holder from the electrical current traveling through the metal probe. Attached to the probe was a long black electrical cord, hooked up to the control panel. Rafael worked the controls, able to alternate the strength of the electricity going through the probe. It could be made to go from a relatively minor shock, like you would receive from your feet shuffling along a carpet, to a major shock that would rattle your inner organs into painful contractions. It could alternate between the two extremes, leaving the recipient unsure of whether the next shock would be a relatively minor numbing shock or a major jolt that would tear a scream from her lips.

Sara could not even beg them, fingers pushed into her mouth before she could even utter a word of protest. Her tongue was grabbed by the foul tasting fingers and pulled out.

"Stick your tongue out and leave it out or else I will visit little Hope with my probe. Would you like to see me shove it up her tight asshole, her body dancing in pain as I shoot it off deep in her bowels?"

She pushed her tongue out, bracing for the inevitable pain she knew she would be forced to endure. She did not have to wait long, feeling the cold, metal ball sitting on her tongue, waiting. She could see a bright flash of the spark before her eyes, feeling the sharp jolt running through her tongue, shooting directly into her brain as it shot up through her moistened mouth. Her head was continually jolted as the probe was placed deeper and deeper into her mouth, each time the sharp pain of the jolt shattering her senses. "GGGGHHH," choking as the probe pushed into the back of her mouth, forcing its way down into here throat, just like a cock would do. She swallowed, the ball jammed into her throat, waiting, teasing her. It felt like her stomach was twisting as it shot off inside her throat, her muscles choking and gagging as the electrical charge raced through her body.

Emilo's cock was hard as he saw her body dance from the charge. He pulled the probe from her throat, hearing her gag again as it forced its way back out. His hand hefted one of her breasts, cupping the globe in his hand, her nipple already hard. He released her breast and let the probe run along her breast, the sweat from her painful bondage spreading the charge. Her breasts shook and bounced as the charge shot from the probe to the skin, tiny blue sparks crackling in the darkened room. He saw her body begin to jerk about, her pussy forced to move back and forth over the rough rail, abrading the sensitive flesh.

Sara did not know what was worse, the probe shocking her skin, shooting painful charges of electricity into her body or the rail, the charges forcing her body back and forth in pain, her pussy sliding up and down the uneven pole, her clit smashing against the raised grooves, digging painfully into the sensitive bud.

Emilo continued to let the probe play across her body, even letting it slip beneath her clit and the pole, giving her temporary relief from the rough wooden pole until the electricity shot out the end of the probe, burning and frying her sensitive clit. She bounced up and down.

She felt it move behind her, leaving a trail of painful jolts, moving back between her split legs, moving up to her exposed pussy and asshole. She knew he would not be merely content to shocking her exposed skin. He would force the probe inside her body. She arched her body up as the large probe began to penetrate her vagina, slowly forcing it open, the shiny, wet ball easily and painlessly spreading her open. It sank deeper and deeper inside her, feeling like a little cock fucking her, but knowing that it would be much more painful. She yelped when it finally struck her cervix hard, sitting inside her, waiting, pulsating with electricity.

Emilo let her savor the moment, the feeling of helplessness as her body cradled the shiny probe deep inside her vagina like a lover, clenching on the shiny ball. He thought she would pull herself off the rail she jumped so hard when he gave her a burst of electricity.

She screamed as her insides felt like they were being blown apart by the jolting electricity. She barely had time to catch a breath before another jolt racked her vagina, this one longer, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the metal probe in pain. He began to fuck the probe back and forth inside her vagina, shooting the jolts of electricity out the head of the probe as he did, her body shaking and convulsing as her pussy walls were constantly barraged with painful jolts of electricity. She slumped on the rail, her clit now battered by the constant movement, her inner pussy lips bright red from the abrasion of the uneven wood.

Emilo moved the probe back between her legs, jolting her between the tender area nestled between her pussy and asshole. He let it play over her asshole, sending charges of electricity on the convulsing asshole, watching it pucker and purse as it fought the powerful charges coursing through it. He pushed in, her sphincter grabbing the round probe as it passed through her anus, gripping the slippery globe as it closed over it, gripping it tightly in the hot confines of her rectum. It pushed in deeper, passing into her colon. He shot her colon full of electricity.

It felt like her inner organs were being rearranged, the painful cramping from the shocks jarring her body. Her anus farted out the gas inside her, unable to control any of her bodily functions. She pissed on the wooden pole, feeling the wetness spread over her pussy as she fucked her sensitive pussy lips back and forth over the rough pole, the pain in her bowels making her sick.

Her body finally slumped down, the probe pulled from her asshole with a loud pop, a fart escaping behind it. They had become tired of the game, her body exhausted by the abuse.

"We'll see you in a while, Sara. You can ride the rail while we are gone. When you're nice and tender, we'll rape you again."

She felt the pole between her legs begin to slowly turn, the uneven groove moving about, grinding on her clit and pussy as it moved, pulling the hair from her bush as it caught the tiny hairs in its rough edges, pulling the hair slowly and painfully from her body. She sobbed in pain, unable to stop the abuse of her body, slumped silently down on the pole as it slowly and effectively tore her pussy and clit. She sobbed and waited. Waited for them to return and release her from the pole, but afraid. Afraid that they would rape her again.

Hope watched as her skirt was dropped to the floor beneath her. She struggled briefly as Miguel began to pull her panties down over her shapely hips. "No, please don't, help me Kristina," she begged.

"Be a good girl Hope," Miguel's hand stroking her body as Pedro held her wrists. His hands returned to her scanty panties and slowly began to lower them, watching her humiliation as all eyes were on her near naked sex. He let his hands roam over her flesh as it was stripped naked, making sure that she realized the part of her body that was being uncovered. He delighted in the feel of her naked ass cheeks, feeling her body trembling in fear as his calloused hands roamed so freely over her teenage flesh. He felt her tighten her ass cheeks as his fingers probed the delicate crease. Later he would have his way with her ass, later she would feel a large cock slowly and painfully shoved up her virgin asshole.

She felt her panties pushed down below her knees before finally falling to the floor at her feet.

"Step out of them, Hope. You wouldn't need them anymore. You wouldn't need any clothes anymore."

"Over to the table, Hope. I want your body on display for everyone to see. Climb up on it, on your knees, facing this way." He pushed her over to a large table, helping her to climb up on it, his cock jerking in his pants as her pussy was pushed into his face as she turned her back to him and climbed up on the table. "Now turn this way, facing everyone." He looked at her, kneeling up on the table, naked, her breasts thrust out, her legs tightly together.

"Kristina, bring over that mirror please. I want Hope to be able to see everything we can." Kristina brought over a large, square mirror, at least a 1 feet wide. She handed it to her father. "Now Hope, I want you to spread your legs," his fingers on the insides of her legs, forcing them outward.

Hope let her knees slide open on the table, it being easier to spread your legs when on your feet then on your knees.