The Wraths Ch 04

***This is a work of fiction, all characters involved are 18+ If you do not like rape fantasies and forced situations then don't read.***

Joy had walked past her parents room, well currently her mothers training room, and looked in while holding the cold beer in her hand. She was grateful Jamie drank on occasion and had some. She also figured the man already knew what they had. 'Oh yeah, Oh yeah take that you fucking whore.' The man on top of Jamie screamed out in the room as he lifted her knees up a few inches while thrusting into her ass and cumming. 'Ow, ow... thank you sir for using my ass.' She spoke out, but Jamie was past the point of shouting, or had energy to put into her little role play of being abused. Jamie's ass was numb, she could only tell the next cock was in her only due to the stuffed feeling she had. Joy's eyes watched as the mans glistening cock covered in cum pulled out of her mothers ass.

Joy couldn't fathom how these men were able to keep up, stay so hard each time. But she would learn that each man was going in order as long as they were hard and ready, given time to recover, but her mother wasn't given a break. Jamie wasn't enjoying her ass being fucked like Joy did, but that was the point for dear old mom. It was all about the clients pleasure not hers.

Joy could see her mothers face, covered in drying snot and tears. Jamie had a look of distaste and anger on her face as she was glaring at the Picture of Ronald she was reminded to constantly stare at. Joy could see this in the mirror. A part of her pained to see her mother looking at her father like this, but same time, it was he that left them to this fate. If he were here though, Joy realized it wouldn't change much other than dear old dad might be forced to watch them.

Joy watched the entire scene of the next man taking her mothers ass, slapping her, yanking her hair, then finally cumming. She shuttered at how aggressive the men were and absently rubbed her own ass with one hand and could not forget how much she enjoyed it. Joy couldn't help but wonder when the man would fuck her ass again, or what other perverse pleasures she would enjoy and get off from. She went to her bedroom, well now her fucking chambers, and curled up on the bed as instructed after giving the man the beer. He smoked his cigar, drank, and talked on the phone as he guided her head to suck his cock. He instructed her just to enjoy it, not to try and be a whore and fuck her face on it. She was relieved when she heard all this, not having to stretch her throat or even to try and get him off. He wanted a soft gentle suckle, but still all of it in her mouth. He never got erect from her attentions, but it was still quite a mouthful for her untrained cock sucker.

He'd rub her head some as he talked, and she couldn't help to shake the warm fuzzy feeling that this was comfortable and she was enjoying this time with him. She heard him talk about one of the dumb whores fucking up once again, and instructing whomever on the other end to make an example out of the dumb slut for the other whores at the house. She began wondering how many houses had he taken over, and figured he had turned homes into brothels. Cheaper than hotels she figured. There was a meeting he was going to have, and he instructed her that she would be going as well to play her role. She also heard him talking about picking up some gem and bringing it to his house in the morning, he was going to be out all night.

He told her she had fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and dressed as dinner was about to arrive. When Joy came out of her shower she walked into the bedroom to find a red dress, stockings, and red heels to match. The dress was elegant looking but more lingerie than a dress. Over the breasts of it were two black sheer lace hearts that would show her tits underneath and her nipples clearly through them, it had a low cut to show off her cleavage. The back had another lace black sheer heart on it, covering her ass cheeks and showing off all her ass crack through it. The front had another heart as well, showing off her pussy clearly to anyone looking from any angle. The sides of the dress were slit from her waist all the way down on both sides so her hips and thighs would certainly be exposed. The stockings were sheer and black, they went all the way up to mid thigh on her. The red heels that matched the red silk of her dress were four inch heels, she would never wear anything over two inches, but this was not her decision and she knew it. There were no panties for her to wear, but surprisingly there was a pair of glasses. When she put them on she was shocked to find they were the right prescription for her nearsightedness, and made her look a bit more sophisticated than her generic pair.

When Joy came out of her fucking chambers, she found herself going to the living room and finding all the men had dressed up in their suits. She was kind of startled to see them all dressed, but there they were drinking beer, either on their phones making calls and appointments or looking her over. The guy that played camera man winked at her with a smile of approval, letting her know she looked good. Her mom though, barely given a chance to rest up came out of the training room. She was wearing two inch platforms, fishnet stockings, a short leather mini skirt that showed off the cleft of her pussy and almost all her ass. She wore a red thong, that flashed her pussy like a beacon to draw attention to it. The top was cheep imitation leather like the skirt, and laced across the front, it was open laced in the front showing off her cleavage, the sides turned into straps clasped behind her back, and it hand straps over her shoulder to help hold her aged large breasts. Bright red lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, Jamie looked just like a street whore and was an utter contrast to the woman that walked in the door that afternoon from grocery shopping.

Jamie was afraid to drink from a glass that one man offered her, but was told she had to. It was for her stamina for the evening. Jamie knew it was drugged, but with what she had no idea and that was more what scared her than just getting extra energy. She drank it obediently and gave a horrid look on her face from the taste. It looked like milky water with powder in it. The men chuckled telling her that it wasn't supposed to taste good. But it was just that, a clean drug to help boost her energy and stamina. No major illegal drugs were in it to mess with her mind.

Joy was seated next to the man she now called daddy, and was very self conscious about not having panties on. Even though the men didn't stare at her too long when they saw her, she still felt uncomfortable over the fact she was practically nude and showing everything off to them. Not like they hadn't seen her naked body before. Jamie was serving the men, constantly getting groped, finger fucked, delivering fresh beer, and handling the plates and food that had arrived. She was also made to drink a whole picture of the water mixture during the dinner.

After dinner though, the man sat in Ronald's favorite chair and had Joy sit in his lap. The men were in the room drinking and they were all talking now. Joy tried to keep up, trying to sort out what all they were talking about. Plans for the whores, deliveries, expansions. Jamie however didn't get the comfort of just serving the men drinks or a chance to sit down. They kept her busy with getting them drinks, and if she wasn't getting someone a drink she was on her knees giving one of the men blow jobs. Joy felt bad for her mother, to be forced to dress like that, and serve the men like a whore in their own house. But, this wasn't their house any more, and from the discussion they were talking about changes to make it a whore house and which ones they were going to move in. Joy didn't like hearing how her pinkish bedroom was going to be turned into the babydoll suite, but she gave up on that feeling as she found out which whore was going to be moved into it. Her mother was going to stay in the masters whore room as long as she behaved and kept up her end of being a good whore. Her sisters room was going to become the metal room. Office was going to be the light bondage room, living room was to become the lobby, kitchen would remain, and the basement was going to become the dungeon.

Joy was not surprised by any of these decisions, but knew there was nothing she could do. They also talked about renovating the attic to accommodate two more working whores and rooms up there. And how they would earn the money back from the working contractors by telling them they could get discounts with the whores of the house. To keep the place packed, three would sleep in the masters whore room, two in Joys room, Two in her sisters room, upstairs there would be two whores to each of the rooms. She listened as now her house was going to be filled with whores, but she was not part of those plans. She realized before they even covered whom they were going to have sleeping and fucking there, that she would be living with her new daddy, and her room was wherever he lived.

Once it seemed that the major business was covered they went on to discuss the new whores that they had recruited last week. Some needed more training, customer complaints, just a few of them were mentioned to be doing good. The suggestion came out that Jamie should pair up with one of them as the other whore was a great cock sucker, so at least 'this dumb whore' could learn to use her mouth right. Both Jamie and Joy looked at each other, but the gaze was a shared humiliated look of understanding. While the men talked the man that Joy was sitting with slid his hand into the slit to one of her thighs and clearly rubbed it over her smooth skin and between her legs. Joy didn't want to be fondled in front of everyone, but in her mind she had no choice and gently spread her legs just enough for his hand to get up between her thighs.

She really didn't know what to expect him to do to her, half of her figured he would just finger fuck her there blatantly in front of everyone. But, after a few minutes all he had been doing was rubbing her smooth pussy she felt relaxed by his menstruation and leaned a little more into him. Her nipples got hard and pushed at the black lace of her dress, the dress was in a fashion that no one could see through the lace mesh that showed off her pussy, but she was sure everyone knew just what her new daddy was doing to her now wet pussy. She let out a gasp when his finger slipped into her puffy lips and found her hard little button.

Jamie glanced at Joy and the man in Ronald's chair, she had that burning desire to get a gun and shoot the man right there. But, even as she was angered at the man manipulating her daughter, her mind was more overwhelmed by the thought that Ronald had done this to them. He knew what would happen, and he let it happen. She imagined Ronald down in Mexico with some young girl, about the age of their daughters, claiming her as his new sex pet and laughing with some other men on how he sold his sluts so he could be rich as hell in Mexico. Her own mind was playing on thoughts of how all he had to do was save a simple million from this gangster and he would live a rich life in another country and have young whores waiting on him hand and knee.

Jamie went and got another round of beers, and as the last was served she was pulled to sit in one guys lap. He whispered into her ear to get his cock out and ram her plump ass on it. Fuck, right there in front of her own daughter, she had to act like a willing whore, and take the guys cock up her sore ass. She let out, 'Ow that hurts.' after she finally managed to get his cock out and easily ram her ass down on it like he said. The guy told her she wasn't in training, and it this was just a casual thing of the men talking, the MEN talking, so keep her mouth shut and fuck. Jamie tried her best not to moan or grunt in pain as she slid up then rammed down on his cock, punishing her ass as if it wasn't good enough to be a whores ass. Her legs were pulled over his, and spread wider as he leaned back and another man moved in front of her. She had not taken one in her ass or her cunt yet, but that was about to change. Her ass and pussy stretched for both cock, sending pains up both her holes now, she had a hard time keeping quiet and was slapped as a reminder to shut the fuck up.

The rest of the men continued on their conversations as to what to do with what whores, what new ones were to be collected this week, which ones were good enough to sell or trade at the auctions, or to be used to make deals with. Joy realized that whores were a means of making money, or bargaining chips for trade. Ten good whores was worth a shipment of drugs, or one crate of fire arms. They had worth, but same time she listened to them wondering what would be done to the one whore that was going to be made an example of. The man was working her tender little bud so much she felt like she was making a huge wet spot on his lap. She could feel his cock growing under her round ass as it dug up into her flesh. Something about the feeling of it being so close to her whole made her feel needy for it, but she kept that best under her own control. Though she was wanting it up her ass again, as she watched her mother being double fucked by the men across the living room.

"Okay guys, it is time for this little princess and I to get some sleep. Have your fun but don't stay up too long, we got work in the morning. Come on my little sweet." The man then pulled his hand from Joy's pussy and grabbed her ass to help her stand up, or more to the reality to fondle her butt. As they went to Joys room he closed the door behind them, his hand had been on Joy's ass the entire way, and she noticed the three cameras were still in the room right where they left them. The man went to her bed, stripping along the way, then laid down on his back on her bed. He pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed and motioned with a finger for her to come closer. She saw his hard cock laying on his stomach and winced at the memory of that monster tearing into her holes trying to imagine how it even fit in her in the first place.

"Okay sweety, climb up here. I want to see you ride it like a good slut." He grinned at her. She answered up with 'Yes Daddy' and began to pull her dress up, but was stopped when he snickered and shook his head. A bit of her felt relieved that he didn't want her naked for this, but another part of her felt neglected like she had done something wrong and her new daddy didn't want to see her body. She tried to shake the second feeling off, but could not get her mind off the idea that she should be naked with him, wanted to be naked. It was easier for her to straddle over him and slowly slide his cock into her wet ready pussy, but she wasn't worked out enough to easily take him and it did sting at first and stretched her out once again. She gave a pained whimper as she slid down it, but he said nothing about her discomfort. Joy's mind raced trying to understand why her pussy, which should be fucked, was having such a hard time with this, and yet her ass took him easily and she came right away with a hunger she never knew before.

He told her she would ride his cock until she came, and he grabbed his phone and began recording her from his point of view. While she bounced faster and ground her hips, rolling his cock in her pussy, trying to find the best pleasurable angles, or even something to stimulate her, he focused mainly on her face, her looks, her moaning, some times he would pan out and get her bouncing tits, and rarely lift the front of the dress to get a good shot of her pussy sliding up and down on his cock, but he focused mainly on her face as she rode his cock. All this was a lot for her for her first time, and she wasn't given whatever her mother was to help her stamina. Her legs quickly got tired from trying to ride him, and as much as she tried she could not hit the right spots to make herself cum yet. Despite her best efforts and what felt like hours to her, she could not get herself to cum from riding his cock. Even though her instructions were to, she just couldn't.

When she couldn't ride him any more she collapsed on top of him, her pussy felt better thant the first times he fucked her, but it wasn't enough. She worried that he was going to yank her off and punish her, taking the belt to her or something. She was shocked when he gripped her and rolled her under him and began fucking her missionary style. "It's okay sweety, daddy is going to finish for you." His words seemed warmed and comforting, she felt like he was forgiving her for not performing as he told her to. Even though she felt stuffed, and a still a sting from him having ripped her open and taking her virginity, she was relaxed and it did feel better. Her mind began to wonder over the thoughts of if she would ever cum from being fucked by him. She developed a little fear that he might get bored with her not cumming ever from being fucked and toss her on the street. But that was a thought she had to push back hard to stay focused on the cock that was making her grunt and moan.

He reminded her to beg him to breed her, beg him to cum inside her pussy, her baby maker, fill her with his baby batter. Of which she did, and some where she felt like she needed him to cum inside her, at least one part of it would be he would finish and she wouldn't hurt any more, another part of her knew it would make him feel good and her and her mother would not be punished. She was surprised in herself that the largest part was that, that was where he needed to cum, inside of her, and she actually felt like she wanted it.

He fucked her twice like that, dumping both loads of baby batter into her pussy. There was no disillusion of this man wanting to knock her up, and she figured as long as he had that drive she might be safe from working the streets with her mother. After the second load he told her it was time to spoon, she rolled to her side, her ass snuggled up to his hips as he pulled the blankets over them. Joy was tired and was falling asleep quickly. She could feel his cum leaking from her pussy, his slick cock covered in their juices rubbed right up between her ass cheeks. She never bothers to pull her dress back down. The sensation of that hot meat between her ass cheeks felt good to her and she ground against it some.

She let out a gasp as she had just fallen asleep and felt his hard cock pushing up into her ass once again. It woke her abruptly, and she was fully alert now. When she felt him deep in her ass, his hips pushing against her rear, she had a little micro orgasm. She was shocked to feel how easily she came from this, "Daddy's little princes loves it up her ass." She heard him chuckle out as one of his hands slide over her side and gripped hold of her plump breast. The other gripped her shoulder and firmly pulled her into each slow thrust of his cock. She didn't know what to do but lay there and be cuddle fucked up her ass, she moved several times trying to find the best position for him to get nice and deep inside her. She started having orgasm on top of little orgasm as he gently fucked her up her butt, his teasing hand on her breast went down between her thighs and he played with her clit. Making her moan out loudly in the closed room and sustained one long orgasm.

Once he finished inside her ass he hugged her tight and snuggled her in his arm. He left his draining cock in her ass as he kissed her ear and then laid firmly against her. Joy was worn out beyond anything she had ever felt before. Even working out at the gym didn't make her feel like this. She was beyond her limit and quickly fell asleep with her ass sucking and pulsing on his cock. Some how she felt more comfortable like this than she had ever felt before while sleeping.