Terminated

[Raika]

A rough carnal shout filled the silent house as a balding man in his late 40’s ejaculated his seed of his young daughters face, her body battered and bruised and completely out of of breath, if it hadn’t been a common scene for the plump father he might have been worried, but he’d been sexually abusing his daughter for a good few years now, even longer if you counted the physical beatings that had accidentally erupted after a small disagreement.

The man had no wife. Once upon a time the man had been a decent father that was only notably anti-social, but after the birth of his daughter and the passing of his wife due to an illness shortly after, he’d grown bitter with the world, it had begun with him bringing home prostitutes at first, but the brutality the father sought was far from what even the most masochistic of sluts preferred, and after an incident that had hospitalized one such woman, the father had trouble finding anything to sate his sexual frustration.

“Stop slacking and get on your knee’s you little bitch!” he shouted, kicking the girl before him roughly in the stomach, the soft skin immediately swelling and dulling in color, the man didn’t even batter an eyelash at the sight, snarling coldly down at his own daughter with condescending eyes of pure hatred. It might have been a bit more bearable had the sexual altercations been fueled by fatherly love going too far, but the man genuinely hated her. He blamed her for everything, the death of his wife, the loss of his job, the way people avoided him, he even blamed her for his aging body. His daughter was a toy, a tool for him to pleasure himself with, nothing more.

Seeing his daughter lying limply on the cum-stained carpet, the man shook his head, wrinkling his nose in disgust, before giving the girl another good kick, this time on the thighs. “Argh, you’re useless” he spat, a glob of his saliva flying down and splattering just beneath her eye, mingling with the fresh seed the man had just forced upon her. It frankly wasn’t the girls fault for being exhausted, the moon had only just started to make it’s descent towards the horizon when her drunken father had returned, pissed off as usual, he’d immediately begun abusing his daughter the moment he returned, physically at times, while sexually at others. He’d forced her to masturbate before him when he was tired, and an assortment of soiled sex toys scattered around the girl.

“It your fault your brother left us” the man accused, not even certain if the girl was listening, but if she wasn’t he’d make her pay for it later. Eric, the man’s son and the girls brother had left the house just over a week ago. Purchasing a small apartment nearby and moving in with his girlfriend, not wanting to let his girlfriend see the sexual atrocities that occured in the house, it had been an obvious move, and one the girl probably welcomed as her brother was no better than her father. Well, that was a lie, at least he’d never beaten her for the sake of seeing her writhing in pain. But he’d joined in on the sexual abuse on plenty of occassions. Raping her weary body continuously no matter how much she begged him to stop.He’d always been their father’s favorite child, and Eric too seemed respectful of his father’s authority. Doing anything and everything his father had asked of him, Eric had once been a sweet caring brother that doted on his sister, but that had all changed when he’d found out about her nightly activities with her father. Immediately turning spiteful and cold, he hadn’t smiled at her since that day, nor had she spoken with her, though occasionally he’d speak AT her when something wasn’t to his liking. Even when he was buried balls deep in her he didn’t say anything, from the moment he started to the moment their father dismissed them, the only sound that’d leave his lips were harsh angry grunts.

Fed up with his daughters lack of response the man leaned down, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up to glare into her eyes, making sure that she wasn’t faking exhaustion before roughly slamming the back of her head against the carpeted floor, had it been tiled, she’d have definitely fractured her skull. “Hmph” he snorted, before pulling up his pants and heading towards the door. The girl didn’t dare ask where he was going, though it wasn’t hard to guess seeing as the man was either sleeping, drinking or abusing her. A moment of silence passed before the girl heard another snort, followed by the sound of her door slamming shut. Leaving the girl alone and naked in the middle of her room which stank of sweat, sex and booze.

 

[Angel216]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

Helen whimpered out as he cummed on her face and grimaced as she tried to back up away from him. Though, each time she moved her body screamed out in pain from the dark purple bruises that covered her from her neck down to her feet as she trembled slightly. She was panting and exhausted from another session as she looked up at him. Her long, wavy, raven black locks were damp with sweat and her piercing, steel-grey eyes were wide against the caramel color of her skin. She had high cheek bones that arched up and were accentuated by a sprinkling of freckles and a natural rose red blush that added a hint of red to the caramel skin. She had dark red, naturally plump lips that were now parted as she panted in exhaustion. She trembled as she screamed out in pain, gasping as he kicked her in the stomach. She immediately curled up into the fetal position, gasping and whimpering in pain as she held her stomach.

She had a pointed, curved chin that dipped down to form a long, narrow neck that dipped down to a C cup chest, her breasts a light purple in color from the bruising as she whimpered. Her arms were narrow, but toned and her chest dipped down to a narrow, slim stomach that widened out to form two broad hips, with a wide bottom, though not disgustingly wide, and that dipped down to form two narrow, slim, but toned legs. When standing, she stood at 5'8" and weighed about 115 LBs and then she felt a glob of spit land below her eye, she grimaced and wanted to reach up to wipe it away, she wanted to crawl onto her bed and wipe her face on the sheets, but she knew if she did that she may as well be dead, because her father would punish her severely for her actions. Then as she was about to respond, her anger building up as she panted, and whimpered in pain, she felt him grab her hair and pull her up to look at him.

She flinched away from the glare as she whimpered and cried out in pain, feeling her lower lip begin to tremble as tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks and then she screamed out as he slammed, luckily, the back of her head down against the floor. She became dazed, seeing stars as her head throbbed and she swallowed hard. She waited until he left and then she crawled onto her bed, wiping her face on the sheets before she buried her face into the pillow to sob as she sobbed for a while and then looked up and out of her window. Her eyes lit up as the sun was now down and dusk was settling, she would wait until complete darkness and night fall until she made to run, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to run, there was no other option left for her as she sat up and wiped away the tears as she muttered to herself.

"Asshole, it's his own damn fault that Eric left and it's not my fault that mother died."

She knew she was talking to herself and she flinched inwardly as she looked at the door, suddenly aware that he might be able to hear her bitter words and when she confirmed that he wasn't about to burst through the door, she sighed in relief. Though, she was glad her brother was gone, he was just as bad as her father, though, he hadn't always been that way. She whimpered as she looked out the window, watching and waiting for nightfall to come as she trembled slightly, knowing that if her father caught her, she would surely be dead, so she had to be careful as she sat and watched the window as the stars begin to come out and she saw the moon rising as darkness fell. Her eyes lit up, and she slowly stood up, letting out a soft gasp of pain, trying to be quiet as she gritted her teeth against the pain and moved about the room, gathering a small bundle of her clothes, and tying it together with more clothes as she peered out into the living room. She didn't see any sign of her father, he must be in his room, watching tv or sleeping. She crept out of her room, cradling the bundle of clothes as she went towards the door, and slowly opened it, trying to be silent, but the old door gave her away with a loud creak. Her eyes widened and she froze in the spot listening to see if her father had heard it, praying and hoping that he didn't as she looked outside, to her freedom, waiting and listening for any signs that her father was coming after her.

 

[Raika]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

The house remained completely silent even after the loud creak of Helen’s door had penetrated the air, echoing through the hallway and into the main living room where her father was most likely sleeping. She could only assume as such since her father would have bumbled over here and tossed her back into the room if he’d realized she’d come out without his permission. Her father had made it quite clear who owned the house, and he seemed to take great delight in enforcing the idea that everything, even Helen belonged to him as a piece of property. The last time Helen had attempted to leave the house, her father had just come out of the toilet, his pants still down, one would have thought Helen would have managed to escape, but she’d been caught just outside the front door, her father smashing her against the ground and proceeding to abuse her verbally, physically and sexually. Their neighbor had witnessed the entire ordeal, looking at the pair with horrified eyes. Nothing had happened from it, but it had been humiliating seeing the look of complete disgust on her neighbors face, and what had probably hurt most was the fact that nothing had been done. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that her father had probably done something to keep them quiet, but even then, it was a testament to her fathers power, and the fact that no one, absolutely no one would be coming to save her.

If she wanted saving, then she’d have to save herself…. But just as she was assured her father wouldn’t come stampeding out from the living, only to find an all too familiar shadow looming in the darkness which she’d apparently missed due to her nervousness and fear of being caught. Her other tormentor. Chocolate brown eyes stared at her blankly, curious as to what his little sister was doing, but not caring enough to vocalize he query. There was no telling why he’d come back today of all days, but the way he stood, proud and tall at 6”2’, his arms folded as a sign of contempt and disapproval over his broad chest, the shape of his athletic muscles visible even from above the plain white t-shirt he wore. Unlike Helen who’d always been denied everything, Eric had been given everything from both their father and god almighty. His clean cut handsome face had always made sure that he was never without a girl, and last year he’d graduated college in finance, leaving with honors and recommendations, Helen could probably still remember how delighted her father had been when Eric had come home and reported that he’d be working at a international firm as a financial consultant. A position graduates could only dream of, it wasn’t clear if his position had been attained by luck, social connections, or something more shady, but regardless, her brothers success wasn’t something Helen had the time to bother herself with. She probably didn’t even want to think about her brother, but she couldn’t exactly ignore him when he was walking straight towards her, his large hands darting out and snatching her wrist, squeezing down hard and forcing her to drop the things she was trying to take with her before using his other hand to shove her back into the house and slam her body against the entrance wall.

“Have you got father’s permission to be out tonight?” he asked coldy, his hold on her wrist tightening even more and causing a significant amount of discomfort, it almost felt as if he were trying to snap her wrist. His face dangerously close to hers, his pearly white orderly teeth glinting in the dim light and making them look like the fangs of a feral wolf. He pinned her against the wall even further by jamming his knee in between her thighs so that the only way she could escape would be if she pushed him away, or somehow managed to lift her legs up high enough, though the later option would probably result in her tumbling over, and either way, there was hardly any chance of her getting away.

 

[Angel216]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

Helen was sneaking out the door and had made outside, looking back at the house as she eased the door closed. It was then that she noticed a dim shadow lurking just in front of her and she thought, maybe, her father had slipped out the back door and had looped around. She wanted to scream, to run, but she knew that if she did, it would be worse for her. She swallowed hard and turned her eyes on the shadow, and as he started walking towards her, she tried to step off to the side. Though, it was too late as his hands reached out and wrapped tightly around her wrists. She gasped out and then in the faint light, she could make out that it was Eric and she let out a squeak of fear as she dropped her clothes when he added more pressure. As he put her wrists into one hand, he used his other to slam her against the house and she lost her breath as she gasped and whimpered in pain.

She tried to press back away from him, but she was cornered and she could see his face in dangerous clarity as she swallowed hard, wetting her lips out of fear and nervousness. She whimpered and squirmed, trying to side step, but his knee came up between her thighs and she knew she was pinned and utterly at his mercy if he had any. She swallowed hard again, she had to lie and say yes, but she was so bad at lying, she had learned at a younger age that by lying she got the worse punishment possible and so she told the truth, but if she did try to lie, she'd be so bad at it, her nerves and fear giving her away. She tried to put on a emotionless mask, trying to show her brother that she wasn't afraid of him as she stuttered out,

"y.....y...yes I've gotten hi....his permission now le....let me go."

She squirmed again, whimpering slightly as her eyes darted away from his, her forehead breaking out in a cold sweat, becoming covered by the thin film as she trembled and kept her eyes away from his gaze. She hoped that he would buy the lie and let her go and then she could run from him, from her father, but she wasn't so sure. She looked back up at him finally, her breathing rapid and it felt as if her heart was going to burst from her chest at any moment. She had no clue why eric had come home, on this night of all nights. She thought, she had gotten rid of him for good, that he would be content and happy with his girlfriend enough so that he would stay away and she'd only have her father to deal with, but no he'd come back and now she had both again as she squirmed, whimpering in pain as more pressure was added to her wrists and she felt like he was trying to snap them as she stuttered out again, this time her own temper making her smart mouth him as she spoke this time,

"Let me.....me go, I told you.....da.....dad said yes, i....idiot."

Her eyes widened as she squirmed, she wanted to slap a hand over her mouth because she knew that, that remark would earn her a slap in the face if not worse. She squirmed and snapped her mouth shut as she trembled slightly, trying to press back away from him, but she was as far back as she could go. Her pupils were the size of platters as she stared at him, wondering what he would do as she waited, trembling and terrified at the thoughts of what he could do. He easily over towered her and easily over powered her as well, she didn't stand a chance against him. Unlike, dad, when dad was drunk, she stood more a chance with him, due to the stumbling and the clumsiness that alcohol often did with their dad, but with Eric, he didn't drink, or at least not that Helen knew of, so she stood no chance with him as she whimpered out in fear, biting her lower lip.

 

[Raika]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

Eric licked his own lips as the dark haired girl before him began trembling before him. The stench of fear reeking from her every move as she looked at him with terrified eyes. Once upon a time he’d been offended by those eyes, but now, now he loved them. Seeing her whimpering and trembling like some pathetic bitch who could do absolutely nothing but lay low and hope the storm would pass over her. His cold brown eyes continued to gaze into her grey eyes with contempt, his hand slowly unhanding hers, for a second it almost seemed as if he believed her, but just as the hand had left her wrists, it wrapped around her throat, squeezing tighly enough to cut off her circulation of air temporarily. His face leaning in dangerously closed to hers, his lips were less than half an inch from hers, his hot breathe washing over her lips as she tried to regain her breathe.

“Idiot?” he asked calmly, his tone of voice and expression not revealing the irritation that bubbled inside him, it was of little importance whether he showed his anger or not as the hand that had shoved her grabbed her by the shoulder and dug his fingers into her. His firm hands feeling like a vice, unlike their father who blamed Helen for all of life’s woes, and dealt swift punches and kicks to express his anger, Eric was more fond of torturing her mentally, to keep her guessing as to what he wanted, or what he intended to do. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe his fathers reasoning as even Eric had been brainwashed over the years to believe his father’s ravings. His once friendly affectionate smile for her turning into a scowl of disgust and hatred when he was convinced that his mother had been killed by his sister. It didn’t matter what Helen said or did to refute the accusation as her father was the law here, and Eric was probably one of the few people who would follow the man’s instructions without being threatened.

“Father gave you permission to sneak out into the dark with a bundle of clothes?” he asked accusingly, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Going to do the laundry then I’m guessing?” he continued. Surprising Helen as it had been quite a while, several years in fact since she’d heard her brother talk this much. Usually he just grunted at her. The Eric she’d grown accustomed to wouldn’t normally have bothered with such questions and dragged her back to her father, tossed her before him before asking his father, instead of Helen. Helen was a pathological liar in his eyes, and anything she said wasn’t worth believing. Not anymore.

“Nevermind, it doesn’t matter either way, I’m sure father wouldn’t mind if you spent an extra hour with me” he smirked, rewarding her with the closest thing to a smile in years as the hand on her shoulder eased and trailed down her body, flowing over her and down her hour glass figure before reaching her hips. Halting it’s decent before slipping under her shirt and making direct contact with her honeycombed skin. His touch much gentler and less rushed than usual, his burning fingers trailed upwards against her skin, running lewdly over her flat stomach before hooking a finger over her bra, and then another finger, and another. Before all four fingers hooked onto her brassiere, his thumb curling underneath it before his eyes glinted with hostility and tore the fabric off her with one swift violent motion, the hook behind her snapping off and scratching her back before the small piece of metal fell by her feet.

“Better wash these two, their undoubtedly filthy considering the slut who’d been wearing them” he smirked, shoving the torn garment infront of her before letting it drop to the ground. His fingers once again trailing down her body, “What should we remove next dear sister?” he whispered, enjoying the power he had over Helen, knowing that she couldn’t deny him. The best she could do was hurl an insult or two his way, and if she’d learned anything from her past encounters she’d know that mouthing off to someone would only equate to a world of pain for her.

 

[Angel216]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

Helen felt his hands slowly easing off of her wrists and for a moment she hoped that he would let her go and hoped that he believed her. She had just barely breathed a sigh of relief as he released her hands, but then her hand reached, before she could react, and clamped around her throat, cutting off her air. His other hand that had been pressing her against the wall went up to her shoulder where he dug in his fingers. Helen tried to scream but all that came was a hoarse, breathless, almost soundless cry as she coughed violently and tried to breath. She found it difficult, but after a few moments she found that if she worked hard enough, a very small opening in the back of her throat allowed for her to take short, ragged breaths as she trembled, her brother never spent time with her, or talked to her this much and she instantly became even more terrified as he held her, trapped to the wall by the hand around her throat as she tried to concentrate on breathing, she had to remain calm, if she became terrified, she'd hyperventilate and with the difficulty of breathing now, she was sure that if she hyperventilated, she would surely pass out.

Her eyes widened as Eric said that and she tried to shake her head, rasping out a no, but she knew that it would do no good. She went back to working on staying calm and concentrating on breathing as she felt his hand trail down her body. She shivered and goosebumps rose up along her arms. then she felt his hand slip beneath her shirt. She knew she couldn't do anything, or could she, she reached out her hands to try to grasp at his hands, trying to stop them, her head was swimming with the less oxygen she was getting as she tried to stop his upward movement. She let out another breathless, soundless cry of pain as he snapped off her bra.

She flinched as he shoved the torn bra in front of her and then dropped them to the ground. She felt his hand trailing down her body and and she reached for it, desperate for him to stop as she shook her head again, trying to breath, black dots dancing in front of her eyes as she struggled to breath. She managed to grasp at his hand, and tug on it, trying to get it away from her body as she whimpered out, her voice thin and raspy, "no....please..." She still had a slightly weak grasp on his hand as she tugged on it again, trying to get it away from her body and away from her.

 

[Raika]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

Figuring that he couldn’t deprive her for oxygen for too long, he loosened his hold on her, his fingers no longer strangling her, but resting along the sides of her neck just to remind her that he could kill her at a moments notice, he didn’t actually intend to kill his sister that easily, but dragging her unconscious body around would be a hassle, and if their father wanted to play with her tonight, her being unconscious would be…. Inconvenient for the both of them. “Spineless and naïve as always Helen, it’s no wonder father doesn’t let the neighbors see you” he spat, grabbing her breasts roughly under her shirt and digging his fingers into them, rubbing them left, then right, before finishing with a full circle, it wasn’t supposed to be pleasurable, and Eric himself saw her body as nothing more than a stress ball he could squeeze and violate when he got irritated. And judging from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t in a very good mood at all, it was hard to read his emotionless face, but over the years Helen had probably learned to pick up on the small signs that would normally be missed by a stranger.

“You stink” he snarled rudely,just as his other hand pulled the pants of her thighs and let them fall to the floor around her ankles, his hand wasting no time before slipping inside her panties and sliding a digit into her sexual folds, “Father been enjoying you today as well huh?” he asked coldly, his temper seeming to flare, it wasn’t so much that he opposed the idea of his father using Helen, but Eric had no desire to use a used hole. And his plan to vent his frustration on Helen by taking her at the front entrance was swiftly demolished. His expression losing the cold calculating look, and being replaced with one of uncaring apathy. He was just about to cast her aside, throw her into the opposite wall or something to teach her place when another man arrived on the scene. His face purple from the amount of blood pulsing through his veins, the bald man had come from inside the house, and the bald man seemed mighty pissed. “What the fuck is going- Ah Eric, welcome home mah-boy” he grunted, nodding his head in acknowledgement of his son. The fact that his son had his hands around her neck, and the other hand against her sex didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. ‘She givin’ ya trouble?” he asked, his speech still a bit funny as he seemingly hadn’t fully woken up yet.

Eric only smiled at his father, bowing his head slightly respectfully in acknowledgment before turning his head to the side so that only Helen could see his face. “Your slut here was just about to tell me what exactly she was doing out of the room you so graciously allow her to live in” he smirked, looking at Helen, his brown eyes and lip smug, it was clear he wanted to hear Helen’s excuse once more. “So, you were saying?” he asked, digging his thumb into her neck threateningly, it wouldn’t choke her, but it probably hurt like hell.

 

[Angel216]

RE: Worthless Sister (Ookami & Angel216)

Helen gasped for air as he loosened his hold, her vision clearing and her mind becoming sharp and clear again. She whimpered as he kept his hand on her neck, and she knew if she did something wrong, it would make his temper flare even more, she had no choice but to stand there and take it, knowing his hand was around her neck and at anytime, he could tighten his hold and make her pass out or worse die from choking. She shivered at the though and then she cried out as he grabbed at her breasts and dug his fingers into each one as she whimpered in pain, as he squeezed and pressed each one. They trobbed with pain after he was done with them and she flinched at his snarl as she gasped, feeling his hand pull and practically rip her pants off of her as they slid down to her ankles.

She trembled, shaking her head as she felt a finger slide into her as she moaned out, her juices beginning to drip as she whimpered, trying to stop her body from reacting. She flushed a deep red as she became humiliated with his statement and she tried to turn her head away from his gaze. It was then that she heard another man arriving on the scene and for a brief moment, she thought someone was coming to help her. Then her heart shot into her throat in fear as she realized it was their father. She started trembling violently, one of them was hard enough to deal with, but now both of them, two of them. She felt terrified because she knew that she had been caught, her father would know that he had never given her permission and so would Eric.

She whimpered again as he dug his thumb into her neck, crying out in pain as sweat gathered on her brow and she trembled, trying to find her voice. She wanted to bolt, but she couldn't not with both, she trembled and she flushed a deep red as she tried to look anywhere but into the accusing eyes of her brother and her father as she stuttered out a response to the question.

"I......I....I was going to...to do laundry......laundry at the laundromat........that's.....that's why I was out...out of the room."

She swallowed hard, and looked between the two of them, trembling as she whimpered in pain, feeling Eric's thumb against her neck. She wanted to run, to bolt, but with Eric's hand still hovering at her throat, she knew she wouldn't make it far before he grabbed her and choked her, until she was dead, or at least, unconscious. She swallowed hard again, looking away from them as she waited, she needed to run. She would be killed if she was caught in another lie and if her father remembered that he hadn't given her permission to be out of her room. Her eyes darted first to the town, that wasn't an option, people were asleep and if she went running around, screaming, she'd be charged with disturbing the peace. Her eyes went to the beach, the shore, and the docks, now that was an option, but she knew it was slim. She had to try, she trembled as her eyes darted back to her brother and father as she waited to see what they would do, if they were going to abuse her, she was going to try to run away from them, though, she knew her chances against the both of them were really slim, she waited, her breathing shallow and fast with the fear she felt.