The Black Van

[LaLia]

Excellent chapter, always adds spice throwing a cop into the mix. It might raise the heat on the boys as well, as there is a higher degree of solidarity between law enforcement officers.

Tanks...Yeah, I think female police officers, soldiers, and so on are really good triggers and kind of a cliché. Although, in this case, the women's fates remain somewhat open in each chapter. I'm really sticking relatively close to the comics.

Clearly the gas prices are not the only things rising in and around the Black Van. Please keep the story rolling for a long time.

Thank you... I think with their current standing in the dating market, the price of gas isn't a problem for them. Even if they're just hopping from L.A. across the country to Daytona Beach.

I'll have at least 3-4 more installments, and then I'll have to see what happens, because that's when the source material ends.

Oh yeah, dofantasy comics are great, and it's a fantastic idea to write a story based on a comic. The Black Van series is a good choice for that, and the home invasion episode should be coming soon, right? You're welcome to write more stories based on other dofantasy comics after that; there are lots of possibilities.

Thank you

The home invasion series starts right now.

It probably offers the most material and is also the most intense, or rather, there's a bit more going on. Let's see what happens after that, but yes, the comics offer possibilities. Since some people are familiar with them, we could consider a poll to see which other stories would be good.

I actually like this better than the original comic. I’m surprised it works so well.

Thank you so much...that's really nice to hear, although I think both have their appeal. The comics are definitely hot and visually trigger the imagination, while my story relies more on the mind's eye. I'm glad it works so well adapted; apart from a few minor details, I hardly changed the comics in terms of plot.

[LaLia]

Chapter 5

Mark and David had spent the last few weeks traveling along the South Coast, an endless succession of highways that stretched like a dark ribbon across the States. From Daytona Beach, they drove through New Orleans and Houston. They had made enough money to take a short break, so they weren't desperate to find new victims. Instead, they were enjoying their freedom to the fullest — going to a football game, where the roar of the crowd pumped through their veins like an adrenaline rush, or lying on the beach for hours, the sun on their skin, while the ocean washed away their thoughts of past deeds. Still, every now and then, a little fun could be found along the way, an irresistible urge that guided them. The jogger who ran into them at dusk, her breath panting and sweat glistening on her skin, ended up in the black van, where her screams quickly faded into muffled sobs. The cashier at the gas station was next, her eyes wide with terror when they saw the masks. Or the young Spanish tourist they'd ambushed in a narrow alley, her accent a final plea before the van doors slammed shut. But they weren't for sale — they were simply there for a bit of fun: a quick, brutal encounter in the van or in some secluded spot, where the fear in their eyes only heightened the men's arousal before they were dumped somewhere, used, trembling, and broken. In those moments, Mark and David felt alive, invincible, as if the world belonged to them alone.

Their journey continued through Texas, where the vast prairies seemed endless and the dust of cattle herds hung in the air. Here, they visited an acquaintance who owned a large ranch and worked as cowboys for a few weeks, helping to round up the herds, where the sweat and the smell of leather and animals sharpened their senses. Here, too, they indulged their addiction without scruples, without remorse; the 20-year-old bartender at the small village bar, with her long legs and the cheeky smile that quickly turned to pure horror, was raped by both of them in a dark alley—roughly, ruthlessly, her screams stifled by their rough hands before they left her there, torn apart and alone in the night.

Almost half a year had passed since their last deal in Daytona Beach. The months had felt like a whirlwind, but slowly the money was running out, the bundles in their pockets melting away like snow in the desert. It was like a stroke of luck, almost fateful, that Jacob contacted them. "Interested in a job? You'll have fun and get paid well," he had told them during a brief phone call, his voice rough. Their curiosity was piqued as they made their way back toward the West Coast. A familiar tingling sensation spread through Mark's chest—not just the money, but the prospect of fresh plunder, of real power.

Their destination was Palm Springs, a quiet residential area on the outskirts of the city, where palm trees rustled softly in the breeze and houses lay hidden behind high hedges. This was where the Carter family lived. Jacob had sent them all the information via encrypted email: Bob Carter was a 45-year-old man whose testimony in court had led to the 10-year prison sentence of one of Jacob's business partners and close friends. And this friend now wanted revenge. The Carters had moved away from Los Angeles, believing they could hide. It had taken Jacob some time to find their new address. David was already forming a picture in his mind: this family, who thought they were safe, would soon learn what true fear meant.

Mark and David observed the house and Bob's daily routine with the precision of hunters studying their prey. He worked at a bank and left the house every morning around 7:00 a.m., returning home around 2:00 or 3:00 p.m. He seemed to have no hobbies or leisure activities, as he rarely went out after work—a man trapped in his routine, oblivious to what was happening. His wife, Karen, was not employed—sometimes she was home all day, sometimes she would go shopping in the morning and be back before her husband arrived, and sometimes she would meet up with a neighbor, her laughter echoing across the lawn. The couple also had two daughters who still lived at home and attended school—the older sister was in college, the younger one was still in high school. Each day of observation heightened the men's anticipation; they could already feel the tension building in their bodies, a dark desire they could barely contain.

The family home was quite large, with a garden and a pool that glittered in the sunlight, hidden behind a high fence. It was one of many rather expensive houses in this neighborhood, where wealth and normalcy presented a deceptive facade. After a few days, David and Mark knew all the details; they knew when to strike and were well-prepared—every vulnerability mapped, every possibility considered. They bought the last few things early that Wednesday morning, having parked the black van a little way off the road, the engine still warm from the drive.

At precisely 7:00 a.m., Bob left the house, gave his wife a quick kiss goodbye. She was wearing only a bathrobe and carrying the mail inside, her silhouette soft and inviting in the morning light. He then drove off to work, unaware that his life was about to turn into a nightmare.

The white family van turned the corner of the street. Mark and David waited, holding their breath, and then slowly pulled up. It was just like the days before: after Bob drove out of the garage, the door didn't close immediately; it took a moment. Probably a simple technical glitch, probably nothing to worry about, but this very fact made it easier for the two men—an invitation they couldn't ignore. Inside the garage, the black van blended in completely. David still blocked the door from the inside, just in case, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

The two men wore practical cargo pants and long-sleeved shirts, and now they slipped on the masks that transformed their faces into anonymous grimaces. They reached for their pistols and knives. Cable ties, duct tape, and a rope were also readily available. Other items, like additional restraints and small toys for general amusement, were packed in a backpack; toys that would later elicit screams. A door led from the garage into the house. “Not even locked. Let’s have some fun then,” Mark murmured as he cautiously opened the door, his voice hoarse with anticipation, his heart pounding as if he were about to pull off a big heist.

The kitchen, the aroma of fresh coffee filled the room, warm and inviting. Breakfast for three had already been prepared on the table: toast, eggs, fresh fruit, everything so normal, so full of domestic security that was about to shatter.

“Girls, breakfast’s ready. Emily, get up!” they heard a voice from the hallway, warm and maternal, then footsteps approaching, light and unsuspecting. Mark and David barely managed to hide, their bodies tense like predators, as Karen entered the kitchen.





Karen was 44 years old and undeniably attractive, a woman who had worn the years with grace. Her rather short blonde hair was slightly curly and she wore it loose, framing her face like a golden frame. The bathrobe hinted at her curves: she wasn't slim, but not fat either. Naturally built, with curves in all the right places, and a rather ample bosom that rose and fell beneath the fabric with every breath—a sight that instantly aroused a primal desire in Mark.

Mark grabbed her with a swift, brutal grip and covered her mouth; Karen dropped the coffee cup she was holding in shock, the porcelain shattering on the floor like her illusion of safety. She struggled, her nails digging briefly into his arm, but at the same time she was so surprised that her resistance was minimal, a desperate thrashing without any real strength. When Mark held his gun to her head, cold metal against her temple, she didn't dare move an inch. Her heart was racing, her eyes wide with sheer panic, tears already welling up.

David had crept into the hallway, silent as a shadow. "Mom, are you okay?" he heard a voice, young and worried, and her footsteps approaching, barefoot on the wooden floor. David lurked behind the wardrobe, the knife in his hand vibrating with adrenaline, as Sophie approached. Sophie was the Carters' older daughter. She was 21 years old and a pretty young woman with brunette hair and an athletic body that spoke of training and youth. She had just stepped out of the shower, so her hair was still slightly damp and fine drops trickled down her neck when David grabbed her and held his knife to her throat, the blade cold and sharp, while he pulled her arms behind her back to hold her there, her body pressed tightly against him.





“Oh God. What…” Sophie gasped in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as she saw her mother standing in the kitchen, looking out into the hallway. “Leave her alone, you freaks!” Karen hissed, her voice trembling with anger and fear. David and Mark just laughed, a deep, guttural laugh that poisoned the air in the room. Mark replied, “Shut up, show us your tits instead!” With that, he ripped open Karen’s bathrobe, roughly and mercilessly, revealing her ample breasts and thin panties, her skin pale in the morning light, her nipples hard with fear. Sophie stared in horror, her face a mask of terror, as David moved her toward the kitchen, his grip unyielding. “Please…” she pleaded softly, her voice breaking as she felt the men’s greedy gazes roaming over her body. Her mom stood there almost naked, her face red with shame, the fear clearly visible in her eyes, tears now streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. Sophie trembled all over; she felt the two masked men staring at her tight white top, under which her breasts were clearly visible, and in that moment, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Mark and David had the situation completely under control. Neither Karen or Sophie dared to resist. The men's knives and pistols were intimidating enough—cold metal that promised unimaginable pain or even death at any moment. Both women stood frozen, their bodies taut like steel cables, their eyes wide with sheer terror. Every breath felt like a struggle, yet they didn't dare make a sound, a movement that might provoke the men.

David and Mark grabbed the ropes—thin black ropes from a hardware store that felt surprisingly strong and unyielding. David roughly tied Sophie's hands behind her back, pulling the knots so tight that the rope cut deep into her skin, forcing her shoulders painfully backward. Mark did the same to Karen after jerking her bathrobe to the floor. The soft fabric slid down her body, revealing her completely — naked except for her thin panties. Karen whimpered softly, a muffled sound of humiliation as she stood completely naked before the strange men. Moments later, both were gagged. Sophie bit down on a ring gag a few seconds later, its black rubber band holding her mouth wide open. As she opened her eyes in shock and a helpless, drooling moan escaped her lips, Karen pressed them tightly together, desperately trying to resist. Only when the knife blade brushed dangerously close to her nipples, the sharp tip almost cutting the sensitive skin, did she give in. With a tortured sob, she opened her mouth and allowed the large ball gag to be shoved inside. The red ball stretched her jaw uncomfortably wide, and saliva immediately pooled at the corners of her mouth.

David then grabbed both women, his hands roughly on their upper arms. "Let's get comfortable and get to know each other a little," he said with a sickening grin in his voice. Turning to Mark, he added, “Find the little sister and bring her to our party!” The men laughed loudly, a dark, triumphant laugh that echoed through the house. Sophie and Karen looked at each other desperately, their eyes filled with fear, shame, and helpless love. Tears streamed down Karen’s cheeks as Sophie whimpered softly, but they were relentlessly led toward the living room, their naked or partially clothed bodies stumbling and trembling.

Mark searched the house with calm, methodical thoroughness. To the left, next to the front door, was a bathroom, but it was as empty as the office and the parents’ bedroom. In the annex, a door stood open—nothing. But when he opened the next door, he saw her. Emily—the 18-year-old was still fast asleep in her bed, her hair spread out on the pillow, her thin nightshirt riding up slightly. Mark quietly opened the door and moved closer, his gaze greedily scanning her body. Her breasts were similar in size to her sister Sophie's, a little more than a handful, but Emily took after her mother and was also blonde. She seemed sweet and innocent, almost fragile in her youthful purity—and that's exactly what aroused Mark instantly in a primal, hot way. His cock twitched in his pants. He knelt beside the bed, slowly slid his hand under her top, and touched her firm, warm breasts, gently kneading them, feeling the hard nipples beneath his fingers.





Emily woke with a startled gasp. The shock was etched on her face, her blue eyes widening in panic. Before she could even think straight, Mark had brutally turned her onto her stomach, practically overpowered her with his full weight, and tied her hands behind her back. With practiced movements, he forced a ring gag between her teeth, holding her mouth wide open, just like he had with her sister.

Then he brought Emily into the living room, where David was already sitting on the sofa, his pants open and his hard, thick penis rubbing between Karen’s large breasts. He had already pulled down her panties, and it was written all over Karen’s face that she knew exactly what was about to happen – pure despair and humiliation in her tear-filled eyes.

Mark had grabbed one of the chairs from the dining table and simply kicked out the inner seat, leaving only a wooden frame. He roughly pushed Emily onto the chair, forcing her into the desired position. With a single, swift cut of the knife, he sliced her top off, leaving the 18-year-old sitting there half-naked, her firm breasts exposed and trembling in the morning light. Sophie lay in the corner of the couch and had to watch everything, her eyes filled with horror. Not only was her little sister so helplessly exposed, but David had also thrown their mom onto the sofa, so that she landed on her stomach. David lifted her hips slightly, eyeing her plump, round ass with undisguised lust. "Oh, what a gorgeous, plump ass," he gasped lecherously.

Then he thrust in. David's cock plunged deep and without warning into Karen’s pussy. She gasped loudly beneath the ball gag, a stifled, tortured sound, while her eldest daughter, sitting right next to her, had to watch everything. David began to rape her hard and rhythmically, his pelvis slamming against her ass. "Watch closely, sweetie, you're next," he panted, pulling Sophie closer by the hair so she could see clearly as David's thick cock repeatedly plunged deep into her mom's pussy.

Mark had positioned himself behind Emily, roughly spread her legs, and tightly bound her thighs to the chair frame. Her lower legs were also bound, leaving her sitting with her legs spread wide, her face flushed crimson with shame. Mark slashed her panties with the knife and pulled away the shreds. Her freshly shaved pussy was revealed, glistening with telltale moisture. Mark hadn't missed it, he grinned broadly behind his mask. He also tied her hands to the chair, so that Emily was now completely immobilized and unable to move. "I'll be back in a minute, and then we'll have some fun," Mark said with a grin, as he slowly ran the tip of the knife once from her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, to her vagina. The cold blade left a faint red mark on her skin. Emily trembled slightly all over, goosebumps spread, and she could even feel the cool breeze on her vagina. The blush of shame on her face deepened, she knew that she apparently hadn't had such innocent dreams, and this realization only made the humiliation more unbearable.

David had briefly stopped touching Karen and undressed completely, so that only his mask covered his face—an anonymous, muscular body pulsating with raw lust. His hard cock stood stiff and glistening as he turned to Sophie. At the same time, he roughly pulled up her top and slipped his other hand under her panties. Sophie whimpered loudly, flinched, and tried to turn away, but she had no chance. Her bound hands and David's strong grip made any real resistance impossible. David briefly massaged her firm breasts, roughly kneading them, playing with her nipples, while his fingers simultaneously slid over her shaved labia and then briefly penetrated her with one finger. Sophie screamed, her body tensing. Before she could compose herself, David grabbed the knife and cut Sophie free of all her clothing—her top fell to shreds, her panties were brutally slashed. Naked and trembling, she lay there. Then he turned back to Karen and, with a hard jerk, turned her onto her back so that her large breasts bounced heavily to the side and her spread legs lay invitingly open.

Mark, now also naked except for his mask, had returned with a nine-tailed whip and a stun gun and watched the scene with a grin. His penis was already hard, and anticipation was written all over his face.

“Hey, come here, I have an idea,” David said at that moment, looking expectantly at Sophie as he repositioned his cock against Karen and continued fucking her, deep and rhythmic. “See how I’m fucking your mom? She’d definitely like it if you licked her nipples!” he added with a grin, his voice full of sadistic glee.

Sophie stared at him in horror and shook her head violently, her eyes flashing with hatred and disgust as tears streamed down her cheeks. David just laughed loudly and guilty. “You don’t want to? Then your little sister will pay for your disobedience!”

David had pulled Sophie’s head around by her hair so that she could now see Emily. The first lash of the nine-tailed whip landed on Emily’s stomach with a sharp crack. The second strike, delivered by Mark, hit her breasts, immediately leaving red welts. The third one landed on her thigh. Emily cried out under the gag—a stifled, high-pitched whimper—tears immediately welling in her eyes as her young body writhed in pain. Mark slowly stroked his hard cock and followed it up with another blow to her lower abdomen, making her flinch.

Sophie sighed deeply and resignedly, nodding desperately before David pulled her head down. Sticking her tongue out through the gag, she muttered something unintelligible and her face flushed crimson, began licking her mother's nipples. Her large breasts bounced more and more with David's hard thrusts, his breathing becoming increasingly labored and panting. Sophie recognized the signs immediately—the familiar gasping she knew from her previous sexual encounters. Her mother's wide, open eyes confirmed it. When David suddenly withdrew his cock, thick, warm semen oozed from Karen’s pussy. David immediately grabbed Sophie's head by the hair and brutally pressed it against her mother's dripping pussy. "Grrrrrr!" both women gasped in horror. Sophie initially refused again, but when David then gave her a mild but sharp electric shock on her inner thigh, she whimpered and stuck out her tongue. The salty, bitter taste of David's semen was unmistakable as she licked between her mother's swollen lips. She was being forced to lick her own mom — a humiliation that was almost beyond compare and deeply wounded Sophie's soul.

David also made Sophie lick his cock from time to time. When he was hard again, he pushed it deep into her wide-open mouth until she gasped and gagged, saliva running down her chin. Then he forced her to lick Karen’s clit again while he thrust hard into "Mommy" once more. David switched several times between Karen’s wet pussy and Sophie's mouth, which was soon glistening with mucus and semen. Sophie gasped and gagged with each deep thrust, her eyes constantly watering.

Mark watched everything with growing excitement, still standing behind Emily. First, he massaged her firm, young breasts, roughly kneading them and pulling on her nipples. Then his hands slid lower. Thanks to the chair's lack of a seat, he had perfect access from below. At first, it was just one finger that he slowly pushed into Emily's slightly moist pussy. "Wow, very tight," he breathed with pleasure. "Virgin?" he then asked with a grin. Emily nodded vigorously, her eyes still wet with tears—she'd had a boyfriend for a few weeks, but they hadn't had sex yet, even though she'd thought he was the one. And now her virginity was in danger of being lost in a brutal rape. She whimpered loudly when Mark added his second finger and slowly stretched her.

Then, surprisingly, Mark cut her bonds after withdrawing his fingers, pulled her up, and with a hard shove, threw her onto the other side of the sofa. The whip's welts adorned Emily's trembling, naked body in vibrant red as she landed on her back. Mark immediately positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock throbbing against her virgin pussy. Tears streamed down her face as he forced her legs apart even further and whispered, "I hope you enjoy your first fuck, sweetie." With that, he thrust into her.

On one side of the sofa, Mark was now deflowering Emily with a hard, relentless thrust. The 18-year-old screamed beneath him into the gag, a strangled, high-pitched shriek muffled by the gag as her virginity was brutally torn. Her young body bucked, her eyes wide with shock and pain, as Mark's thick cock thrust deep into her tight, untouched pussy. Tears streamed down her face, and each time he withdrew and thrust again, she trembled all over.

On the other side of the sofa, David had meanwhile forced Sophie onto her mother. Karen saw it immediately from her daughter's contorted expression—the wide-open eyes, the gasps, the twitching—that Sophie was now being raped as well. David laughed loud and panted with pleasure as he thrust alternately into Sophie, deep and brutally into her pussy, then into Karen’s vagina, back into Sophie, back into Karen. The two women twitched and writhed, their naked, sweat-drenched bodies pressed so tightly together, breast to breast, that they felt each other's every movement. Both were completely at his mercy, helpless and humiliated.

Mark had lifted Emily slightly, forcing her back into an arched position so that her firm breasts bounced violently with each brutal thrust. The initial wetness had now subsided; the pain was overwhelming and burned like fire. As if through a thick fog, she felt Mark come deep inside her after a few minutes. His hot semen spurted in several bursts deep into her pussy and immediately oozed out again as he withdrew with a satisfied grunt. Emily lay there, weeping and utterly humiliated, the semen slowly leaking from her, forming a small puddle on the sofa. Her body felt alien and violated.

David had now removed Sophie's gag, so that her subsequent scream echoed unfiltered and shrill through the living room. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, gasping heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Tell them, tell your mom what happened!" David panted behind her as he brutally yanked her head back by her hair. “Go on, say it!” he demanded again, as Sophie initially remained silent, sobbing.

“He…” she cried out again as a particularly deep thrust jolted through her. “He’s in my ass!” she gasped, whimpering. Her mother’s pitying, anguished look hit her like a blow. It was the first time she’d been anally penetrated, and it was brutal, tearing, without any consideration. Sophie glanced briefly at her little sister, who lay broken and smeared with semen on the sofa, before David came for the first time as well. With a deep, animalistic groan, he ejaculated into Sophie’s anus, his hot semen filling her and immediately leaking out again as he slowly withdrew.

While his wife and daughters were living through a nightmare at home, Bob was pleased to be able to leave work surprisingly early today. The bank was undergoing computer maintenance, so after two brief client meetings, he was already heading home. At 48, Bob was a bit older than his wife, Karen. He was the typical banker—stuffy, not particularly athletic, always impeccably dressed, and not exactly popular in the neighborhood. Most people considered him arrogant and boring.

It was a short walk home from the bank, where he immediately became annoyed that the stupid garage door wouldn't open again. He'd been waiting for the technician for two months already: not only did it close slowly, but sometimes it wouldn't open properly at all. So, Bob parked in the driveway in front of the garage and muttered to himself, "Don't get worked up about it; I should make better use of leaving work so early!" The girls were at school, Karen was probably still in her bathrobe—and he sensed his chance to finally have sex again after three weeks. Bob and Karen’s sex life had become rather stagnant in recent years; he was often stressed from work, or she supposedly had a migraine. Oddly enough, it usually worked during the day when he got off work early and they had the house to themselves.

Bob reached into the glove compartment and took out the pack of Viagra, which he secretly took. He took one pill… “Just to be safe, another one,” he thought to himself, and quickly swallowed it before getting out of the car and heading for the front door. As soon as he took out the house key, he could already feel that familiar tingling sensation begins. He grinned broadly and hoped his wife was in the mood—otherwise, he would have had to go back to his office to jerk off.

Mark and David had taken a short break. Breakfast was already prepared and the coffee was ready—they couldn't possibly refuse that. They had briefly removed their masks, as the three women were currently lying in the living room blindfolded or with their faces turned away, unable to see them. They sat at the kitchen table, drinking the still-warm coffee and quietly planning what else they could do with the women, since they weren't due to meet Jacob until the evening. This gave them a few more hours. They also planned to search for valuables later. While they enjoyed this brief respite, watching the three victims lying exhausted and abused in the living room, the familiar white car suddenly pulled up. Luckily for them, they had a good view of the front yard and driveway from the kitchen. "Damn it, what's he doing here?" David whispered, while Mark choked on his coffee. They had been observing the house and the family for almost two weeks – Bob had never come home early. They hadn't expected him for several hours. The original plan had been to kidnap the three women and then meet with Jacob; Bob was only supposed to find out about it later. If he paid enough ransom, they might be released, Jacob had said. But Mark and David knew, of course, that Jacob wouldn't let them go without having some fun with them himself. Either way, their plan was no longer going to work. "Change of plan!" Mark said first, quickly pulling on his trousers and boots and slipping his mask over his face before grabbing his pistol and quietly taking up a position near the front door.

[Shocker]

Another exceptional chapter. Using a family for revenge, is definitely getting my blood pounding.

[MisterZ]

Nicely done version of one of my favorite Dofantasy series, although I wouldn't have minded seeing a little more of Chapter 2. Might have to do this myself with a different series, give it the ending I imagined for it.

[Vile8r]

You have paid a great homage to Gary Roberts and his "Black Van" comics! I especially like Chapter 4 when they grab the female cop, Brooke, but the whole story is great! A real RA classic!

[LaLia]

Chapter 6

Bob had just opened the front door when he found himself staring directly down at the barrel of a gun. The cold muzzle pressed almost against his forehead. Startled, he dropped his briefcase, which landed on the floor with a dull thud. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the two masked men who suddenly stood in his own hallway. Before he could react in any way—scream or truly comprehend the situation—Mark had already dealt him a heavy blow to the temple with the pistol’s weighted butt. Bob collapsed instantly, unconscious; his body went limp, falling to the floor like a rag doll.

When he came to and slowly opened his eyes, he realized with mounting horror that he was lying naked on one of the old wooden benches in the basement. His entire body was immobilized with silver duct tape—his legs bound tightly to the bench, his torso pinned down with his arms held fast against his sides; even his forehead was taped to the hard wood with several layers of adhesive. Bob couldn't move an inch—he couldn't even turn his head. A stabbing pain throbbed in his skull as he struggled to look around. He swallowed hard, his throat parched with fear.

His wife, Karen, sat perched over the sink, her legs spread wide and bound with ropes, her arms handcuffed to the heating pipe running above her. She, too, was completely naked. A thick gag was stuffed into her mouth, and rising from the sink was a large, black suction-cup dildo; it was buried deep inside her pussy, pressing relentlessly against her with every slightest movement.

Then he saw his two daughters: Sophie and Emily stand there, also naked and handcuffed to the heating pipes—their bodies pressed tightly together, chest to chest, so that they could feel each other’s warmth and trembling. Their eyes were red and tear-stained, their faces smeared with tears. On both of them, the thick, black anal plug was clearly visible, wedged between their round buttocks—a sight that humiliated them even further.

“Oh God… what are you going to do with us? Who are you?” Bob stammered, his voice trembling. He hadn’t even fully realized yet that, thanks to the two Viagra pills, his cock was rising hard and engorged—thickly swollen and twitching tellingly.

Mark and David—both wearing nothing but their masks again—laughed softly, a low, guttural sound. They had already hatched their next twisted plan. They briefly unlocked Emily’s handcuffs, only to immediately fasten them behind her back again—this time even tighter.

“Time for a little entertainment,” Mark remarked with a broad grin as he yanked Emily closer to her dad by her hair. Bob’s cock—perhaps fifteen centimeters long—stood stiffly erect. Mark pushed her head lower. “Show Daddy some love,” he breathed right into her ear, while Karen watched the scene in horror, frantically straining against her bonds.

“You bastards… no… never!” Emily hissed; fresh tears streamed down her face as the scent of her father’s erect cock assailed her senses. Mark gave her nipples a brutal pinch and whispered, “Would you rather we put you on top of him so he can take your ass?” As he spoke, his grip tightened even further. Emily let out a brief cry of pain—and Mark seized that exact moment. He pushed her head forward slightly, then forced it downward. Emily wanted to fight back, yet at the same time, she didn’t want to hurt her father. Mark’s grip was too tight, too commanding, as he maneuvered her head and slowly guided her mouth down over her father’s cock.

Bob fought with every ounce of willpower he had to resist his body’s reactions as his daughter’s warm, soft lips closed around his cock and her wet mouth enveloped him. "You perverted assholes!" he growled through clenched teeth. Yet, just a minute later, he couldn’t help but let out an involuntary moan. "Oh no… damn it… please, no…"

Sophie couldn’t bear to watch and squeezed her eyes shut tight. Karen struggled desperately against her bonds, but all she achieved was making the thick dildo inside her pussy shift, causing her to let out a stifled whimper.

Emily whimpered softly as she held her father’s cock in her mouth. Soon, she felt Daddy’s cock begin to pulse and twitch. Mark yanked her head up at just the right moment. Bob gasped out a low, tortured "Sorry…" as he came. The pressure that had been building over the last few weeks—combined with the potent effects of the Viagra—resulted in a massive release of semen. Thick, white ropes of cum spurted onto his daughter’s face and into her wide-open mouth. Some of it ran down her cheeks, while other strands dripped from her chin. The humiliation had reached a whole new, unbearable level.


"Look at that—Daddy’s cock is still hard. I bet it’ll stay that way for you for a few more hours, too," Mark laughed gloatingly as he hauled the utterly broken Emily to her feet.

David stepped in to help; together, they lifted Emily up and positioned her directly over Bob. Both father and daughter looked on in panic—Emily shook her head desperately and kicked out with her legs, but it was no use. A new, piercing scream rang out through the bare basement as Emily slowly slid down onto her father’s hard cock. He filled her deeply, stretching her still-sore pussy. David, now standing behind her, brutally yanked her head back. "Move, bitch. Ride him!" he hissed, and began to thrust her hips back and forth, forcing her into a rhythmic motion. Bob’s eyes were glazed over with shame and a lust he utterly loathed. He hated himself for what his body was doing to him. His youngest daughter’s bouncing breasts right before his eyes, his cock buried deep inside her tight, hot pussy—despite it all, lust surged within him once more, uncontrollable and all-consuming.

After a while, David roughly shoved Emily’s upper body forward, causing her ass to thrust out toward him invitingly. The eighteen-year-old instantly realized what the masked stranger intended to do and screamed out again—a high-pitched, panicked shriek that echoed through the basement. She struggled desperately to push herself back up, trying to escape the looming nightmare, her legs trembling with effort. "Time for another cock," David breathed with dark anticipation as he first smeared a generous amount of saliva over his hard member. Then, with a wet, sucking sound, he yanked the thick black anal plug from Emily’s ass—only to replace it moments later with his own throbbing cock.

Emily screamed out again, this time in sheer agony and profound humiliation. Her father’s cock remained buried deep and motionless inside her pussy, while David slowly but relentlessly drove his thick cock into her tight ass, beginning to take her hard from behind. With every thrust, he drove her deeper onto her dad’s cock.

She was trapped—a helpless plaything caught between two cocks that filled and stretched her from both sides. Until about an hour ago, she had still been a virgin—innocent, inexperienced. Now, she was being sandwich-fucked—brutally and without mercy—by her own father and a strange rapist simultaneously.

Mark had now briefly freed Sophie from her bonds as well, though he immediately bound her hands behind her back again and lifted her with ease. "Lick her, or things will get even worse for both your daughters," he breathed threateningly at Bob as he pressed Sophie’s pussy right against his mouth. Bob refused at first, turning his head as far to the side as the tape would allow; but when Mark threatened to brutally ram the largest dildo they had with them into Sophie’s ass, his resistance finally broke. With an anguished moan, he opened his mouth and hesitantly began to lick his own daughter.

Karen watched the scene with utter despair and impotent rage. Her eldest daughter was being licked by her own husband, while her little sister rode his cock and was simultaneously being taken anally by David. Mark visibly reveled in the perverse scene and forced the two girls to kiss. Emily and Sophie wept and whimpered softly as they tremblingly and slobbering French-kissed each other, their tongues touching with deep reluctance. Whenever Emily failed to move her hips well enough, she received a sharp lash from the cat-o'-nine-tails across her sensitive breasts. If Bob didn't lick enthusiastically enough, Mark would either strike him hard across the torso or slap Sophie’s bottom with his open hand until her skin glowed bright red.

Then Mark positioned his own hard cock against Sophie. With a single swift, brutal thrust, he was buried deep inside her pussy. Just a few hard strokes were all it took for him to come for the second time that day. His hot semen spurted inside her and immediately ran down onto Bob’s tongue, causing him to cough and gag in disgust. Yet, even as this happened, Bob could no longer fight against his own lust—the Viagra and the tight, warm pussy of his daughter had done the rest. To his renewed horror, he came deep inside Emily, while David, almost simultaneously, filled her ass with thick cum.

Emily and Sophie now lay exhausted and broken on the cold basement floor. From their stretched orifices, the men’s mingled cum oozed out in viscous strands, forming small puddles beneath them. Their bodies glistened with sweat; their skin was crisscrossed with red welts. David and Mark treated themselves to a brief cigarette break, leaning back against the wall in relaxation as they took deep, pleasurable drags from their cigarettes. It was barely noon, meaning they still had plenty of time.

After the two men had leisurely finished their smoke, treated themselves to a cold beer from the fridge, and fortified themselves with a small snack from the Carters’ pantry—a few slices of sausage, cheese, and crackers, which they ate straight out of the package—they turned their attention back to Karen.

The large suction-cup dildo was now fixed atop an old, sturdy stool, further secured with several layers of duct tape. Beneath it, they taped a Magic Wand in place, positioning its vibrating head precisely at the level of her clitoris. Then they lifted Karen up and slowly lowered her onto the stool. The thick dildo slid deep and unyielding once again into her already swollen pussy, while the deep, steady hum of the Magic Wand immediately struck her sensitive clit. Karen flinched involuntarily; her body arched violently, and a stifled moan escaped through her gag as the vibrations coursed mercilessly through her.

Bob lay once again—or perhaps still—on the wooden bench in that same helpless position, sporting a rock-hard erection. The Viagra continued to do its brutal work. He watched with wide, staring eyes as the two masked men removed his wife’s gag and positioned themselves on either side of her, their hard cocks right in front of her face.

Karen’s head was roughly yanked to one side. Mark shoved his cock deep into her mouth and began to fuck her throat. Then the action shifted to the other side, and David followed his partner’s lead. Karen gagged noticeably less than her daughters—it was obvious that this wasn’t the first time she’d had a cock buried so deep in her throat. “You girls could learn a thing or two from that,” Mark breathed with a grin, reaching for Sophie to begin fucking her mouth just as hard. David grabbed Emily. Both young women immediately began to gag violently as the thick cocks thrust deep into their throats, cutting off their air.

David and Mark took turns in every conceivable position: sometimes Sophie was fucked in the mouth by David, sometimes by Mark, and sometimes by both in alternation. At times, Emily was subjected to the exact same treatment, and then it was Karen’s turn again. Whenever "Mommy" was busy sucking their cocks and being used by them, the two masked men forced Sophie and Emily to lean forward and lick their mother’s nipples—hard, sucking, with trembling tongues. All the while, the Magic Wand began to take effect. Internally, Karen felt no pleasure, yet the constant vibration still caused her to become somewhat wet. When Mark briefly pressed Emily’s head between Karen’s legs, allowing her daughter’s tongue to play there as well—Karen couldn’t help but let out a single, stifled moan.

After some time, Mark knelt behind the stool, positioning himself just close enough to thrust his cock into Karen’s ass, while David’s cock remained buried deep inside her mouth. Sophie and Emily knelt beside them, forced to witness all their faces merely centimeters from the action, their eyes filled with tears and horror.

But suddenly, everyone flinched as the doorbell rang loud and distinctly. Bob was so startled that his body twitched beneath the tape. The sisters exchanged panicked glances. Who could that possibly be?

With a guttural growl, Mark pulled his cock out of Karen’s ass and immediately reached for his gun. Inevitably, both men cast their minds back to an incident a few months earlier, when they had abducted two women in Daytona Beach only to be suddenly surprised by a female police officer. Were there perhaps observant neighbors here who had noticed something suspicious—the black van that hadn’t driven away, or noises coming from the house?

Mark and David were prepared to do whatever it took. If necessary, they would even kill someone—they had crossed that line long ago. Mark had grabbed Emily and tossed her a white bathrobe he had found in the basement laundry. The fabric still carried the faint scent of fabric softener and Karen’s perfume. “Don’t pull any shit. My buddy is downstairs and can hear everything. If you give anything away…” he breathed right into her ear—his voice cold and menacing—as he led her upstairs. Without a word being spoken, Emily knew exactly what the consequences could be—for her, for her parents, for her sister. She swallowed hard and simply nodded in resignation, her eyes already welling up again.

Upon reaching the front door upstairs, Mark peered through the peephole. “Oh,” he murmured in surprise; he hadn’t expected that.



“Who are those two?” he asked Emily in a low voice, pulling her closer to the door. Emily looked through as well and had to swallow hard. Mark positioned himself so that Emily could open the door immediately while keeping him out of sight, all the while pressing his pistol firmly against her ribs. “Megan and Naomi… two girls from Sophie’s class,” she answered, her voice trembling.

Megan—with her striking reddish hair—and Naomi—who stood out thanks to her subtle Latina look—had been wondering why Sophie had been absent from school today without explanation. Was she sick? But surely someone would have called in that case! They had decided to simply drop by the Carters’ house to check on her.

Emily opened the door a crack and nodded at the two of them. Her nervousness—her red, tear-stained eyes, and her overall broken appearance—immediately made Naomi tilt her head in concern. Something here was terribly wrong. "Uh, we came to see Sophie. Is she home?" asked Megan, who was also beginning to feel uneasy. She was one of the few people Sophie had confided in—telling her that her father had testified against a dangerous criminal, which was why they had moved here. But at that moment, Megan’s thoughts didn't extend that far. When Emily, her voice trembling, said, "Come inside for a moment," neither of them thought anything of it. *Why is Emily wearing a bathrobe at this time of day?* flashed briefly through Naomi’s mind as Emily stepped back, allowing the two of them to enter the house.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold than Mark revealed himself. The two young women froze instantly, their faces turning chalk-white. Emily simply whispered, full of shame: "Sorry..." For a moment, Naomi shot her a furious, betrayed look—but what choice had she really had? "Close the door," Mark said quite calmly, almost pleasantly. Megan was trembling uncontrollably as she closed the door behind her. She had cast a quick glance around for help—but the street was empty; no neighbors were in their gardens, and not a single car was in sight. A scream for help likely would have been useless and would only have made the situation even more dangerous. With a soft click, the front door latched shut.

Down in the basement, Karen was still sitting on the stool, the thick dildo buried deep inside her and the Magic Wand buzzing relentlessly against her clitoris. She panted harder and harder against the ball gag that David had put back on her. Saliva dripped in long strands onto her heavy breasts as she fought desperately against the orgasm that was slowly—yet unstoppably—building inside her. Her body betrayed her with every twitch.

Sophie, too, had been bound once again and was now enduring the same nightmare her little sister had suffered earlier. David had seated her backward on Bob—her back and buttocks facing him—as she slowly slid down onto her father’s still-hard cock. Her legs were tied securely to the bench, her hands fixed to the heating pipe overhead, everything calibrated so that she was forced to remain constantly on her tiptoes. Yet she could not manage this indefinitely. Time and again, she would sag downward a little, thereby pressing herself deeper onto Daddy’s cock and cutting off her own air, for David had tied a noose around her neck that tightened with every drop. Thus, she had no choice but to push herself back up again, trembling as she did so. Bob gasped loudly with every one of her involuntary movements, his face a mixture of shame, lust, and pure horror. He knew he wouldn’t be able to endure this forever. Sophie whimpered softly into the ring gag she was now wearing again. Saliva drooled down her chin as she kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut. From above, the muffled voices of her two friends drifted down to her; with the cellar door left ajar, they were briefly chatting with Emily.

And then she heard the startled, piercing scream Megan let out as they both walked right into the trap.

David grinned broadly behind his mask. "It’s starting to get crowded here. Good thing Daddy took something extra so he can still cum a few more times!" With those words, he grabbed his knife and pistol and quietly ascended the cellar stairs. He was curious—after all, he too had realized that they weren't being interrupted by the police, but rather that the next victims had arrived at the "party" completely unexpectedly.

[Shocker]

Incest has never floated my boat, but indignity certainly does. This was a very powerfully written chapter, with vivid descriptions.

Looking forward to the next chapter, as I love redheads.

[Interception]

As the previous speaker said: I don't really like incest either, but in terms of humiliation it's of course appropriate and it happens that way in the comics. I still think it's good that you stay very true to the original and yet bring in your own style. I'm curious if you'll continue after the comics actually end and then come up with something completely your own!?