WARNING. This is a very brutal gangrape, quite a bit of incest, humiliation, rape and abuse. All of this is strictly a fantasy. In no way do I condone or enjoy actual rape. This is just fantasy erotica, nothing more. If you're squeamish or enjoy something only a little forceful, only a little reluctant, I would absolutely advise that you read something else. This is not for you.
For everyone else, I hope you enjoy.
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Brooke woke up with a hand on her mouth, a strong forceful palm against her lips, holding her still while she shook and fought, but another hand grabbed both of her wrists and held her still, then whispered in her ears.
"Keep quiet, or you both die," the voice calmly told her, and she looked over to her sister's bed, but it was empty. She finally spied her sister standing next to the door, another large man in a suit standing behind her, holding her arms behind her back and covering her mouth with his hand.
The Henderson twins were a teenage fantasy wrapped in schoolgirl innocence and drizzled with beauty and heavenly bodies. They were identical, both barely over 5' tall, both had inherited their spanish mother's tan complexion, brown hair, and large almond eyes. They were petite, yet buxom: their tits were large, supple yet perky, and their asses were bubbly, soft and round and so big they almost exclusively wore yoga pants and gym shorts as most jeans their size couldn't accommodate their endowed butts.
And yet, they'd spent their entire lives being homeschooled, only allowed to spend time with other sheltered homeschooled kids or members of their church. Even though they were 18, they'd barely had any experience or knowledge of sexuality or the opposite sex, besides that they'd promised to save themselves for marriage. As such, it was more than just scary to be woken up late at night by men in suits, it was otherworldly, beyond their comprehension almost.
Brooke stared wide eyed at her sister, Bailey, standing there in nothing but a flimsy, spaghetti strapped pink nightgown, a large rubber ball gag in her mouth, strapped tight around her head. Tears were streaming down Bailey's face, and Brooke couldn't help but join her.
The man picked her up as she sobbed quietly, and put her on her feet. He pulled out a rubber ball gag identical to Bailey's and forced it into her mouth, tightening the straps around her head. It was so big she could barely breath around it, let alone talk, then she felt a slender cord being tightened around her wrists and with a pull and a tug, they were securely tied behind her back.
"March, and don't do anything stupid," the figure holding her sister told them both, opening the door, and the both quietly followed their directions, marching out of their room and down the hall, towards the stairway leading to the first door.
"Please, please! I swear, I don't have them! They're kept under lock and key! Oof!" Brooke heard her father pleading from the first floor. As they came down the stairs, a strange scene came into view: their father, being manhandled by a couple of muscles, another muscle standing against the front door, a smaller man standing next to their mother, petting her face while she watched her husband being pummeled.
Mrs. Henderson was sitting on her knees, a rope harness wrapped around her abdomen so tight her tits stuck out, incredibly pronounced, her arms bound behind her back. Though she was completely dressed in a tight tan skirt and a read sweater, her curvy figure was hard not to notice. She was every bit as beautiful as her daughters: tan, dark hair, big eyes, but where they were still tiny and thin, she was slightly curvier, filled in almost, a soft, supple belly, wider hips, even thicker lips. In her mouth was the same ball gag Brooke and Bailey had, and as she turned to the stairwell, Brooke saw her eyeliner was running down her face in tears.
"Oh god!" Brooke's father wailed. "No! No! Please, don't involve-" Another fist landed a blow in his gut. He spit and coughed, shaking his head, and the smaller man who stood there, slowly running his hand along their mother's neck, watched everything unfold with a grin on his face.
"Come, now, Bill, I think this has gone on long enough. You've even allowed us to involve your daughters? What a shame, I'd hoped we'd be on our way home now, but you insist on keeping up this game."
"I've told you, I don't have the access codes, I can't help you!" Bill pleaded.
"There is a mole in your company Bill, someone close to you in fact, we know you have the codes. Every moment you waste is another moment you put your family in danger." He said, then nodded, and his cronies went back to work pummeling Bill.
Then he walked over to the twins, eyeing them both, and grabbing Bailey by the neck, bringing her into the center of the living room.
"Oh no, no, this will not do," He shook his head, slowly untying Bailey. Her tender wrists untied, she let her hands fall by her sides and stared up at him as he unfastened her ball gag.
"Hello, doll, what's your name?" The man asked, and she stared at him, then her mother, her lip quivering.
"No, no, I don't like silence. Let's try this one more time. I'm Chris, and what's your name."
"Um, um, I'm Bailey," She whispered, staring at her mom, who kept eye contact with her, nodding her head slowly.
"Bailey, ah, such a beautiful young woman. You know, I'd heard you had two incredibly beautiful daughters, Bill," Chris yelled over his shoulder, "But she is beyond beautiful, she is exquisite, radiant, and what's better, there are two, how fortuitous."
Bill moaned and sobbed as he lied on the floor, his beating finally subsiding as Chris pulled out a knife and held it to Bailey's throat.
"Pick him up!" He yelled, and one of his cronies held Bill up and forced him to face Chris and Bailey. "I guess we came all this way for nothing? Well, if we can't have the codes," he cut one of the straps of Bailey's nightgown, "then I guess we'll have to settle for fucking your two beautiful daughters."
He tenderly cut the other strap, and Bailey's gown subsequently fluttered to the floor, leaving her wearing nothing but tiny pink, frilly panties. Bill stared aghast, lost in horror, as his precious daughter stood there, almost entirely naked, staring innocently, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto the floor, fighting back sobs.
"Ok! Ok! They're in my study, a loose floorboard, a safe, please! Just don't touch them, please! No more!"
Chris sighed, rolling his eyes and beckoning to one of his goons.
"Fuck, took you long enough," He groaned as two of his goons grabbed Chris by each arm and dragged him off into the back of the house, Chris following behind.
Brooke watched her sister standing there silently. Bailey was shivering and had reached up to cover her breasts, but that did nothing to stop the three brutes left in the room from staring at her, hungrily, like a pack of wild dogs.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chris came back, waving a small silver flash drive in his hand.
"Got it, boys," he exclaimed victoriously, then stuck it in his pocket and pulled out a stack of hundred dollar bills, "And he had almost ten grand in that safe. We do appreciate that, Bill, times are tough, my men and I work almost exclusively on tips."
There was a low rumble of laughter in the room. Brooke watched as Bailey, helpless and confused, looked around for direction, but Chris fixed that by coming up to her and grabbing her throat again, pulling her back against his body and facing Bill.
"Fuck, just take it and go, please!" Bill coughed, shaking his head and looking away in shame.
Chris shook his head, and Bailey could see his one hand reaching into his pocket and pulling the knife out again.
"Bill, Bill," He shook his head, shrugging and smiling a little, "At this point, that's no longer an option."
Bill stared up at him, a fire in his eyes, glaring at him.
"But you said-" he started.
"I SAID," Chris cut him off, raising his voice, "To hand it over or else you'd compromise the safety of your entire family, and did you give it to me then? No, you kept up the show of not having it. And now, my men, look at them, lusting after your daughters. My men are loyal, they're good men, and I'm good to them. What kind of leader would I be if I dragged them out late at night like this, stripped a beautiful little eighteen year old in front of them, and didn't allow them all a turn at fucking her senseless?"
Bill instantly took on the palest shade of white Brooke had ever seen. He started stuttering and choking.
"But you- but you-" He cried, working up into a fit.
"Somebody gag him, I'm tired of dealing with this idiot," Chris waved his hand and instantly two of his goons were on him, a gag in his mouth, picked up and sat in a chair, then strapped in, tightly, facing his daughters.
