Ongoing Story\Continue the story from Tracy's perspective
From Create Your Own Story
Chapter 14: Tracy
Your name is Tracy. In the last few hours, you have been through Hell. Your entire world has shattered around you.
It started out so good. Your little sister Lisa, almost mad with lust, was an easy target to seduce, and when she begged to be taken hard, you happily obliged. You had used your enormous strapon 'Ladykiller' on girls before, but never on one so young, and certainly not on a virgin. You pushed down her throat, ripped her maidenhead, forced her to orgasm. You loved your sister's screams of pain and pleasure, and the way she submitted to you. You really thought you had transformed your sister into your sex-slave. Alas, it was not to be.
Perhaps threatening to rape little Lisa's asshole was going to too far, but after having been painfully analed so many times, who could blame you for wanting to be on the giving end for once? But in a ghastly turn of events, Lisa overpowered you and raped you with the monster-dildo. You were helpless to resist your little sister -- how could you have been so weak!? Despite -- or perhaps because of -- the terrible pain, you had the most intense orgasm of your life.
This was bad enough, but it was nothing compared to what came later. Lisa had raped you unconscious, and when you woke up, Daddy was standing over you. You were sure Dad would have only given you a lecture, but Lisa just had to try to seduce him, didn't she? And you're the one who had to suffer for it.
After sending away Lisa -- like this wasn't all her fault! -- Mom and Dad started to degrade, torture and humiliate you. You have still not recovered from their treatment, and your memory mercifully blocks out most parts of your punishment. You can only recall fragments... Mom brutally whipping your pussy, calling you "Whore" with every stroke of the whip, leaving bleeding gashes behind... Dad's cock in your mouth, feeding you pints of sperm and piss, making you swallow every drop... Mom fistfucking your pussy and asshole, then forcing you to lick her fists clean... your nipples bleeding from the needles Mom pushed into them, and Dad laughing at your screams while she pushed another into your clit... Dad's enormous cock rupturing your sphincter, delivering an enormous load inside you while Mom raped your pussy with the 15 strapon... You know there's much more, most of it worse, and you're glad you can't remember it at the moment.
When your parents were done with you, Mom called little Julie to the room, and told you to go get Lisa. Your pains eased for a moment when you realized Lisa would be at least as badly hurt as you. But when you got to her room, your punishments taking their full toll on your body and mind, she helped you! You realize now how awful it must have been for her to suck Dad's disgusting sperm from your cunt and asshole. She helped you, completely selflessly, even though you had wished your horrible fate on her! It was at that moment you realized how unfairly you had thought of her, that you realized you love her more than anything in the world...
And now, she is standing before Daddy, her naked body pressed against his, with a knife at her throat. You woke from her screams of terror and realized something had gone horribly wrong. You understood you couldn't do anything by yourself, and grabbed a gun from your parents' bedroom.
And now, you're aiming the gun at your father, your hands trembling, your legs barely able to support you, your mind half delirious from the abuses wreaked upon you. Dad is using your beloved sister as a human shield. Around you, your brothers are tied up, ball-gagged, naked, in unnatural, painful-looking positions. Julie is tied up too, but dressed. She appears physically unhurt, but she's crying, silently. Dad is nude, with a huge erection, and Mom is dressed in the same thigh-length boots and leather-strap outfit she wore when she tortured you.
And now, Dad, your rapist, your torturer, looks upon you with disgust. "Drop the gun, Tracy!" he tells you. "Drop it now, and you won't get punished any further. I know Lisa is the one to blame." Slowly, with studied cruelty, he cuts Lisa shallowly over the left breast, stopping just short of her nipple. Her screams cut into your very soul. Dad laughs, an evil, hollow laugh. "Drop it!"
And now, everything depends on you. Your gun is aimed at Dad, but you're not a good shot at the best of days, and this hasn't been one of them. You would rather kill yourself than hurt Lisa. But you're too tired, too deeply violated to think clearly. Your body isn't obeying you. Your hands are shaking badly, your legs are ready to fold under you at any moment, your nerves are screaming in aching agony. Your vision is starting to blur, and you understand you're slowly fainting.
"Drop it!"
What do you do now?
