ログインCassandra's POVDarkness. Silence so complete it pressed against my eardrums like a living thing. The only sounds were my own recorded moans looping endlessly: “Julian, yes… fuck your mother… harder!” and his deep voice beneath it, commanding, “I am my son’s holes. Say it. Accept it.” I had no idea how many days had passed. Time dissolved in the cabin.My body ached, yet it betrayed me constantly. The small vibrator taped to my clit buzzed on the lowest setting, never enough to cum, never enough to stop. I hallucinated his touch during the long deprivation sessions. Sometimes I swore I felt Julian’s fingers on my skin even when I was alone in the void.When the hood finally came off, I blinked against the dim light. Julian stood over me, naked, his cock already hard. “Hungry, Mom?”I hated how my mouth watered. He fed me from his hand first, small pieces of fruit, then bread. Later he fed me from his cock, sliding it past my lips while I knelt on the cold floor. “Good girl,” he murmur
Julian's POVI watched from the upstairs window as Mom’s car pulled into the driveway. Cassandra. My Cassandra. At forty-nine, she still looked incredible with her curvy hips, full breasts that had nursed me and later fed my darkest hungers, that elegant neck I loved marking. For years we’d been fucking like animals whenever Dad was away on business and after he passed. I dominated her completely in our secret life. She’d moan my name like a prayer while I buried myself balls-deep in the cunt that gave birth to me. But tonight she was glowing in a way that wasn’t for me.She stepped out in a tasteful black dress that hugged her mature body, laughing softly on her phone. “Yes, Richard, I had a wonderful time too. Dinner was perfect. I’d love to do it again soon.” My blood turned to ice. Richard. Some safe, boring asshole from her office. Age-appropriate. Normal.The front door clicked shut. I stayed hidden in the shadows of the hallway as she kicked off her heels.“Julian? Honey, are
Sophia's POV The days blurred into a haze of candlelight and scripture after that first night on the altar. My body still hummed from the forced orgasm Father-Husband had drawn from me with prayer. I called him that now in my mind, even if my lips sometimes stumbled. Richard, my father felt strange, distant, wrong. But I still understand that he was my god, my Husband, my everything.“On your knees, Sophia,” he commanded again this morning in the chapel, his voice deep and reverent. The silk prayer ropes dangled from his hands.“Yes, Father-Husband,” I whispered, dropping before the altar. My knees ached against the cool floor, but the pain felt holy. He blindfolded me with a soft black cloth, plunging me into darkness. “Recite the longer submission while I train your throat.”I opened my mouth eagerly, tears already pricking my eyes. His thick cock pressed past my lips, stretching me. “My body is Your temple… my holes belong to my Father-Husband,” I mumbled around him, gagging as he
Father's POVI stood at the threshold of our sacred chapel, the converted basement that had become the heart of our divine union. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax candles and frankincense, flickering shadows dancing across the wooden crosses and the wide marital altar bed draped in white linen. Sophia, my nineteen-year-old daughter, knelt before me in her simple white shirt, her long dark hair cascading down her back like a veil of purity. Five years had passed since her mother’s death, and in that time, I had shaped her into the vessel I wanted. She was mine by blood and by covenant. My holy blood covenant.“Come forward, my child,” I said, my voice low and resonant, echoing the authority of scripture. “Tonight, we renew what the Lord has ordained.”Sophia rose slowly, her eyes downcast, a flicker of hesitation in her step. She was still fighting it, that lingering worldly resistance, but I saw the cracks widening. “Father… Richard,” she whispered, using my name as if cl
Maya's POVEverything felt fuzzy now, like my mind was wrapped in thick fog. After that first intense night when Caleb took my ass, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Needing him. My big brother had become my entire world, and I didn’t know why it felt so right. The headaches and weakness only eased when he was near. When he touched me.I woke up one morning to his voice whispering through the speakers he’d set up “for relaxation.” Soft loops played all night: “Brother is your everything. Friends never cared. Your job doesn’t matter. Serve Brother. Only his cock brings pleasure.” I rubbed my eyes, confused but strangely wet between my legs.“Caleb?” I called out weakly. He appeared in my doorway, smiling that possessive smile that made my stomach flutter.“Morning, Maya. How’s my little sister feeling?” His voice was deep, commanding.“Better when you’re here,” I admitted, blushing. I didn’t remember much about my old friends anymore. Caleb showed me messages and videos on his phone
Caleb's POV My hands moved lower, cupping her ass through her shorts. “Let me make you feel better.” Before she could fully protest, I pushed her onto her stomach, pinning her down with my weight. “Shh, just relax. Brother knows what you need.”“Caleb… what are you—” Her voice was hazy, confused.I yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion, exposing her tight, virgin-looking asshole and pussy. My cock was rock hard. I spat on my fingers and rubbed her puckered hole. “This is how I can help you now.”I freed my thick eight-inch cock and pressed the head against her ass. She squirmed weakly. “Wait— that’s not… ahh!”I pushed in hard, burying the first few inches into her tight anal passage. Maya cried out, her body tensing. “It hurts! Caleb, stop!”“Take it, little sister,” I growled, spanking her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. “Feel how full you are. This is what you need.” I thrust deeper, stretching her relentlessly. The drugs kept her compliant enough not to fight hard,
Aima's PovMy heart raced as I watched my parents’ car disappear down the long driveway. The weekend stretched before me like an endless promise of freedom. Finally! Ever since Marcus came back I'd been a tight horny slut. I needed a release. I needed my rose. I needed him! Unfortunately he never
“Absolutely not.” I crossed my arms, glaring at mum as she folded my pink sweater into the bag. “I’m not spending an entire weekend in some dusty cabin with Aunt Linda and her arrogant sons. Especially Caleb.”Mum didn’t even look at me. “Sera, honey, it’s a mini family reunion. Your aunt hasn’t se
Emily's povI slammed the front door harder than I meant to, my university backpack still slung over one shoulder. The house smelled the same, with Mark's cologne hitting my nostrils. I’d been back less than two hours and we were already fighting.“You can’t just tell me what to do anymore, Mark! I
Elena's povI’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird shit people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet.She was a high-end client, mid-thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm fr







