Note: Read Part 1 to know what's going on. This story takes place the following week.
Eleven year-old Tina Weathers lay naked in her bed with her legs spread wide. The petite blonde had her head turned to the side with her eyes squeezed shut as her seventeen year-old brother, Richie, pumped mercilessly between her far flung thighs. She felt the tell-tale swelling of his member and the increase in his breathing before the all-too-familiar hot flood of wetness filled her preteen sex.
Richie let out a long, satisfied groan as he rolled off of his little sister. Wiping his wet cock off on her arm, he watched as his load began to trickle out from the red, swollen lips of Tina's hairless little pussy.
"Damn," he breathed heavily. "It doesn't matter how much I fuck you. You keep tightening back up by the next time I'm ready to nail you again. You must think you're too good for me, you little bitch."
Richie looked over at the clock on Tina's night table. It was nearly eight in the morning. He looked back at his sister.
"Get yourself cleaned up and dressed, then get your ass to the kitchen and make me some breakfast. And hurry up. The guys will be picking us up at nine."
Tina waited until her brother left the room before moving. She let out an involuntary groan as she swung her legs off of the bed, feeling the soreness in her crotch and the sticky trickle of fluid running down her inner thighs. Since Richie and his friends raped her in the basement last week, she had lost track of how many times she had been assaulted since. All three would rape her at least twice while they were there, then Richie would have her again at night after their parents were in bed. And it hurt every time.
Yesterday was the worst and likely set the tone for how the rest of the week would go. Their parents had left for a week in New York City, leaving Tina at the mercy of Richie, Bruce and Bill the entire day. Bruce, whose main talent (besides being a fat, disgusting slob - if that could be called a talent) was imitating Jabba the Hutt's laugh (a deep-voiced "Hoo hoo hoo") had come up with the idea that Tina should be forced to remain nude while in the house since she was now their personal slave.
The three horny teens had been excited about some big plans Bruce's uncle had for today. Tina had no idea what was in store, but if it involved her, she had no doubt that it would be unpleasant.
After washing and donning some clothes (her first in the last twenty-four hours), she hurried downstairs and cooked Richie some scrambled eggs and sausage. Richie wolfed down the food without any comment, only pausing long enough to pull a small plastic bag from his pocket with tow large yellow pills inside. He tossed them on the table and told her to swallow them.
"What are they?" she asked.
"Just fuckin' take 'em," he mumbled around his food.
"But what are they for?"
Richie slammed a fist down on the table, making his plate and cup jump.
"How 'bout if you take 'em right now, or I can beat the shit out of you and then you can take them?"
Tina gulped and got a glass of water so she could take the pills.
As Richie was scraping his plate clean, the front door opened unannounced and Bruce and Bill came sauntering into the kitchen. They exchanged greetings with Richie as they sat at the table. Tina was washing the pan she had cooked with in the sink.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Friday, July 30, 2010