Chapter 5: A Broken Ornament

DISCLAIMERS Please read!

Just remove it if it does. This is very dark HORROR. It includes absolute non-mutual non-con / rape!

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

Please note, every chapter gets more extreme! 9-part story.

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS
-Rape/Abuse/Violence toward women
-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism
-Incest
-Bondage
-Gross smelling/tasting
-Armpit licking
-Sweat licking
-Eating creampie
-Fingering dirty asshole
-Forced deflowering
-Blood
-Unconscious
-Pissing
-Extreme bodily fluids

I glance over at the window next to the bed. Street lights outside give just enough illumination to the night. It started snowing. We’re getting a nice white Christmas. I crawl to the edge of the bed, resting for a moment, enjoying the dimly lit bedroom. The warmth that our three bodies have been producing. The air thick with beautiful but lewd scents.

I currently possess the body of Kadir, a man that ruined my life. His 18 year old daughter Ella lays whimpering, crumpled on the bed beside me. His wife Grace sits tied to the headboard. This family took everything from me. Now their beautiful home is mine for tonight. This beautiful mother and daughter, a Christmas gift to me.

I kiss Grace on the cheek as I move her from her current position. Any sensuality I enjoyed is over. No more slow pace to build up to things. I get right to work immediately. These girls need to be punished more.

I leave the detachable wrist and ankle cuffs on her. Her mouth still gagged. Panties stuffed in her mouth, a BDSM ring gag strapped over that, holding her mouth open, and then a strip of fabric tied tightly over all that to really muffle any noise she makes. She reluctantly follows my lead the whole way, not daring to misbehave. With her more in the center of the bed, I attach her wrist cuffs to the posts above the bed, her arms up in a similar ‘Y’ position to before, but higher up. Then I take her ankle cuffs and do the same, hanging her up high.

It’s a struggle but all the equipment I bought makes it manageable. Adjustable straps and buckles all attaching from wrist or ankle to the horizontal beams at the top of the four-poster-bed posts. I attach more straps for extra support, at knees and elbows, and underneath her lower back.

She is now fully suspended above the bed, laying horizontal, faceup, each limb stretched spread-eagle equally toward all four corners of the bed posts above. Sort of missionary position in the air, pussy about waist-high if I stand on the bed, mouth-high if I kneel.

Her head and hair dangle limply, she whimpers, eyes shut tight crying as quietly as she can. She knows what happens if she’s too loud. I’ve trained these girls so well. Her thick asscheeks sag slightly from gravity, such an erotic sight. Her breasts, still somewhat hugged by her ripped open white tank top, nevertheless sag slightly outward.

Such a bitchy, prudish wife. She would never do anything like this willingly. But that doesn’t matter. She’s flesh for me to use.

I feel around, relishing her helplessness. Her smooth thighs, slick with a bit of sweat. Her belly, her tits, her asscheeks underneath, all so vulnerable and exposed.

I test it out. I flick her right in the middle of her pussy lips, and she lets out a muffled yelp, her whole body squirming a bit. But she seems very secure, and nothing cutting off circulation.

I turn to Ella again. She lays toward the edge of the bed, curled up in fetal position, trying to cover her naked chest. Looking up at me, whimpering softly. A ring gag like her mother’s forces her mouth open crudely. An always-surprised look on her face. Unlike her mom, no other fabric muffles her mouth right now. And she still wears her light pink pajama pants with snowflakes all over. For now.

I grab her up with ease, though she squirms and squeals a bit. Tossing her over my shoulder, I smack her ass hard several times, yelling at her like a father should, “Hey! No more misbehaving! You stop that!”

She settles down, and I lift her up on top of her mother, into 69 position, facedown, belly to belly. Her head in between her mom’s legs, trying to turn her face away from the pussy right below her. I take Ella’s wrists and wrap them around and under Grace’s waist, binding them together under her mother’s back, making her hug her mommy tightly. I let Ella’s legs dangle freely on either side of Grace’s chest, thighs underneath her mother’s armpits, her pajama-covered ass pointing toward Grace’s dangling head.

I walk around the bed, admiring the work of art I created. Hovering, suspended above the bed. Mother faceup, spread wide, dangling from all four limbs. Daughter laying facedown on top of her, hugging her tightly. Dusky almond skin of little daughter on top of pale white mother. Faces toward crotches. Both ladies gagged crudely, forcing their mouths wide. A tangle of flesh, with a bit of torn up cloth here and there.

I notice how Ella is a bit shorter than her mom. So they don’t line up perfectly. Her ass is more on Grace’s chest than right above her face. So I go grab some leather straps and wrap them around Ella’s midsection. Making a sort of belt, or harness. I grab it and lift. Ella’s light body is fairly easy to move around with this handle. I pull her over her mother’s face, lift Grace’s head roughly by the hair, shoving her face into her daughter’s crotch to test out the position. She mumbles a muffled complaint, shaking her head. I let go and her head drops. “Oh shut up. She’s just your daughter.”

Satisfied, I leave Ella in this position, her ass hanging above her mom’s dangling head. I grab the girl’s sweet asscheeks. Her pink pajama bottoms, so soft. Her flesh is easily felt from beneath the thin, delicate material. I knead and massage her little cheeks, then I bury my face into her crack. Grinding back and forth, inhaling her scent. That nice mango smell, but mixed with a bit of a musk, amazing. My dick swells, already starting to wake back up for another round. Kadir’s stamina is just incredible.

I kneel down under Grace’s head, propping her dangling head up on my shoulder, forcing her face really close to her daughter’s crotch above her. My head right next to Grace’s, cheek to cheek. I turn and smell the woman’s classy blonde and brown hair, kiss her on the cheek, then turn to face Ella’s ass inches from us.

I grab a fistful of her cute pajama pants, the waistband right above the ass. And I pull up, giving her a wedgie, watching the thin material recede up into her asscrack. Making it tight against her skin, defining the exact shape of her small but plump asscheeks. Her little panty-lines easily seen.

I raise my shoulder to push Grace’s nose right up against it. She has her eyes shut tight, trying to ignore what’s happening. Her gagged mouth means she’s breathing through her nose, smelling her daughter.

Keeping our faces right up to her ass, I grab the pants with both pants, right in the center, and I pull sharply. A loud tearing sound. I pull apart again. A small hole in the seam of her crotch. Again, slowly revealing more and more.

With my face an inch away, I immediately catch a pleasant whiff of the girl’s scent. The unmistakable musk of pussy, but faint, fresh. I rip some more, revealing her panties. I dig my face into the shadowy hole of her ripped pants, inhaling and rubbing around. I rip the material hard, satisfyingly tearing it wide open, halfway down both her thighs.

Simple, pale green and white cotton panties. Cute little snowmen faces all over in a pattern. Full-coverage, not meant to be sexy. But my dick rages, fully hard now. I push both Grace’s and my face into it, rubbing us around on the soft material.

Then I reach up and grab right in the center of the panties, right where Ella’s little asshole hides underneath. And I pull hard. RIP! The thin panties give way so easily. A perfect Christmas present to rip open. I tear the fabric completely end to end, only the small elastic bands still intact around her waist and each thigh.

And there, inches from my face is this sweet girl’s pussy and ass, naked and exposed against her will. Bent over for her parents to enjoy together.

Her cheeks are perfectly smooth, pale but slightly darker than Grace’s creamy skin. I grab her butt with both hands. Immaculate little handfuls, toned but so soft and squishy. The skin of her crotch is much darker, naturally a nice dusky color. Not a hair in sight, she keeps herself so perfectly smooth and clean.

Her asshole stares me right in the eye, inches away, this cute little puckered dark brown button. I pull her asscheeks apart a bit with my hands, inspecting further down. Her pussy is so small, so innocent. Looks like it’s never been used, kept so pristine. A darkness to the skin, hairless and smooth. And only a hint of some lips poking out from her slit. She almost has a complete ‘innie’, outer labia puffy and hiding the inner lips.

I dive in face first, tasting and inhaling her pussy. Outer lips so puffy and soft. I nibble and kiss and lick. God it’s so delicious. I dig my tongue into her crease, tasting those little lips poking out slightly. A bit salty. I dig deeper. A little more sour, maybe the slight taste of piss. My cock throbs.

My tongue has trouble going inside. She’s so tight, and her pussy is clenching even tighter, not allowing me access, not aroused. I lap and lick along her lips and up to her taint. A bit sweaty and sour.

Breathing heavily from my lust, I pull back for a break, and shove Grace’s face in. She wrinkles her nose, eyes shut tight, but I drive her nose into her daughters pussy.

“Oh don’t be like that. You know you like it.” I lick Grace’s face, then get my face in there too, licking at pussy, then nose, then inner thigh, then cheekbone.

I lean our heads back and quickly take Grace’s shirt-gag off from around her mouth and head. Then I reach in and pull out the disgusting wet wad of dirty panties balled up inside her mouth. Now all that remains is the ring gag holding her mouth open in a surprised ‘O’ expression.

I quickly shove her face back into Ella’s pussy. “Lick!” I smack Ella’s asscheeks hard. Grace makes noises of complaint, “Ah Ah”, unable to form words with that ring in. I smack again and again, Ella squealing and writhing in pain.

Grace has no choice, knowing I won’t stop tormenting her poor girl until she complies. She puts her open mouth closer, slowly reaching out her tongue. I shove her head in hard to hurry her up, driving her straight in.

“Mmmmmmph! “ she complains with her mouth all over her daughter.

“Lick!” I smack Ella’s ass again. I slowly start to hear gentle lapping sounds.

I force the little ass down hard with both hands, force Grace’s head up with my shoulder, driving her nose straight into Ella’s asshole as she continues to lick at the pussy. I gently bite the soft asscheek in front of me, then join Grace in licking her daughter. The smell of spit mixing with musky pussy. I lick at Grace’s tongue as it wiggles out of her ring gag, then I dig into the little folds of Ella’s pussy.

Noticing I’m close to Grace’s armpit too, I lean down and inhale deeply, just for the hell of it, just to make her even more humiliated. I move back to Grace’s face, licking up and down her cheek. Then I turn to Ella’s pussy and spit right where Grace is licking her folds. I force her to lick up my spit, to clean off her daughter.

I get up and move around to the other side of the girls. Ella is quietly crying and sniffling, just laying her head on her mother’s belly, enduring like a champ.

I lift the girl up by the strap around her waist, shifting her head closer to her mother’s pussy. Grace’s head now out of reach of Ella’s pussy, she lets her head fall back limp, her pretty head and hair hanging down loosely. She pants softly, probably glad for the reprieve from licking her daughter’s pussy. Unaware of what’s coming next.

I grab little Ella by her silky black hair and shove her face straight into her mom’s pussy, pushing and grinding it around. I lift her head back up and get eye level with her.

“Now you need to do what I say, ok baby? Or I’ll have to hurt you and your mommy.” She slowly nods, her face in such a lewd, shocked expression with that ring gag holding her mouth open.

“Lick your mommy’s leg, right here.” Grace’s inner thigh looks so sexy, pale soft skin, damp with a sheen of sweat. I push Ella’s head, still holding her by the hair. She sniffles and sobs, but obeys. Her little tongue slowly coming out and touching her mother’s creamy thigh. I go in too, licking at the little tongue, together licking at the sweaty skin. I kiss Ella’s cheek, coaxing her on. Watching her reluctantly lap at salty leg.

“Good girl. Now that wasn’t so bad, right? Ok now down here.” The woman’s cunt. So sexy, her pussy lips folding out like a flower. A bit beaten up and used and soaked with sweat and juices. Her smell is getting stronger the more I use her. That musky feminine scent. It makes my head foggy with lust.

I shove Ella’s head down. “Lick!” She lets out a muffled yelp. I hear Grace sobbing on the other end. Finally Ella starts lapping at her mom’s folds. Such a pinched expression on her face. She gags a couple times, but continues.