The following very dark story has themes of incest, misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"
I'M SORRY
!" My mother shrieks as I push her backward, my gun in her mouth. Her eyes have gone super wide and there's a look of honest fear on her face that is too real to fake. Overall I think she's seeing her own life pass in front of her eyes, as she made me do just a moment earlier when she attacked after getting herself free.
"Please, no! I'm sorry," she keeps begging, even if the words come out garbled as I keep the gun in her mouth. It's at this moment I recognize how my acting is the only thing keeping me in power. If she wasn't so freaked out, she would for sure notice that the gun isn't real. Afterall, it's plastic and not metal, which she should be able to taste. But due to the way I'm acting, she fully believes it.
After backing her up to the wall, I take a handful of my mom's hair and forcefully push her back to the kitchen table. I am very rough with her, yanking her hair and basically throwing her over the table. She lands over it, bending over it from the impact, right next to her daughter who is still bent over and in her own world.
For a moment I look at my sister and I'm not even sure she knows what planet she is on. I really do think I've broken her. For hours I've abused and fucked her in most ways I could think of. Not just that, I even had her own father fuck her until he unloaded his cum inside her. I'm pretty sure the poor girl is just about gone. I mean, it's pretty clear she's waiting for someone to start fucking her again, even if she's abused and tied down.
My mother struggles and tries to get up, unlike before. Before she was doing as she was told without much issue, but not any longer. Now, she's actively struggling and trying to stand to get away. Can't say I blame her. I mean, I did just tell her that her punishment for attacking me was to be fucked in the ass. And as that was the only words I've said out loud tonight, it was impactful.
My mother keeps struggling to the point I know I'm going to have an issue with it. Not wanting to do it, I slam my mother's head onto the table. I do it as lightly as I can, but do keep it down, smushing the side of her face against the table to show her how much stronger I am than she is. This finally calms her down as her struggling becomes very, very weak until she stops struggling and stays bent.
Turning, I point my gun at my father. Right before my mother tried to fight back, I was making him fuck her from behind as she was bent over the kitchen table. But she slammed her ass backward into him, forcing him to fall back and slam against the wall. From there, he fell to the ground and stayed there, his hard cock still pointing up due to the medication he took before he arrived home.
Motioning with the gun, I instruct him to stand up and move to the other side of the table. Scared, he gets up at once and rushes to the other side of the table. Like he's been doing the entire night, he is submissive and scared, keeping his head down and not having any shame about being naked.
When my father moves to the other side of the table, I can't help but think how strange this entire scene is. How crazy this whole night has been. I mean, the entire family is
naked
. Every one of us. Naked in our dining room, almost like this is a family activity. Yet none of them know it's me that's doing this to them. They think it's some crazed rapist here to cause havok.
All I was trying to do was provide a CNC scene with my sister. She never knew it was me she was talking to online while setting it up, nor will she ever find out. But I got a little too intense while playing with her and stayed around longer than I should have. That's when my parents came home, and everything went to shit. To protect myself in case they called the cops, I had the genius idea of having my father fuck my sister as well, so any DNA would be mixed as I did cum in her a few times. But like I said, everything got fucked up. My plan went to shit the moment I got drunk on power.
My mom softly pouts as she stays bent over, her pussy completely exposed. I stare at it for a moment, oddly tempted to fuck her again as I just had her a few minutes ago. I'm not sure why, but her pouting like that makes me want to fuck her even worse. Like the drunk off power feeling is made even stronger due to it.
Her crying gets harder when I grab her left arm and pull it in front of her, so it hangs off the side of the table. I repeat this for her right as well so both of her arms hang off. Being a good girl this time, she keeps them there, knowing doing anything more will make this worse for her. I'm not sure what more I could do that's worse than fucking her in the ass, but I'm sure I could think up something.
What sort of makes all of this hard is that I have to keep holding the gun. If I could, I would set it down and use both hands, which would make all this go faster, but I can't. I can't risk them finding out that it is a fake gun. If they did, I would be quickly overpowered as there are three of them.
With the gun in my hand, I walk over towards my box. It's a box I keep all the sex toys (and other items) I had brought to use on my sister. Again, I was only going to use a few of these and leave, but now I think every single thing in the box is going to be used before this is over. A few of them multiple times.
From the box I grab a bundle of soft black rope. Tossing it, my father catches it, unsure of why I threw it to him. I then motion for him to tie my mother's hands together. I have to do this a few times as he doesn't understand what I want at first.
Once again, my father shows how submissive or scared he is by immediately doing as I want. There's no fight in him at all. He doesn't try to grab the gun or even punch me. Instead he unwraps the rope then starts to loop it around my mom's wrist over and over again, his hard cock bouncing about.
When my mom's wrists are tied, I motion to my father to go under the table. Again, it takes a moment for him to understand, especially as I can't talk for fear they will recognize my voice, but he gets it after I do the motion. I want him to tie the rope from my mom's wrists to her feet to make sure she can't move.
"Don't do it, please," my mom begs my father as he crawls underneath the table. She can feel him pulling on the rope, which in turn pulls on her arms. I'm unable to fully see him under the table, but I do see him wrapping the rope around her ankles. From there he tightens in, making my mom bend over much more as the rope is taut and firm.