Novel & Cerita Uncensored Gore

ARC 19 : FAMILY WITHOUT LIMITS WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, including intense incest (mother-son, father-son, brother-brother, sister-brother, mother-daughter, full family group sex), bisexual acts, oral, vaginal, and anal fucking, creampies, cum-swapping, face-sitting, double penetration, rough pounding, filthy dirty talk, breeding kink, with zero restraint or shame. All characters are 18+ Intended for mature audiences only

I assumed it was just an old wives' tale until I experienced it myself. I unbutton the three buttons on my shirt and choose to go barefoot. It's my birthday, and I'm at home. I have the right to dress less stuffy than usual. I walk down the stairs and grit my teeth as I hear the loud music playing outside. I let out a sigh. From a distance, I can see my cousins making drug rails on the large glass tables placed all around the outdoor pool. I have to shake my fists at the sight of women kneeling between the legs of other male family members, banging away as they receive a blow job.

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“Too much? The gore?” “No. Well, yes. But look.” He tilted his phone towards me. It was a review site. The top review, highlighted, read: ‘THE VEIL’ IS A MASTERCLASS IN BODY HORROR – NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE WITH WEAK STOMACHS. “Oh,” I said, the pieces clicking into place. “Makes sense. The gore is pretty graphic.” He put his phone away, the darkness swallowing us again. “So you’re not bothered by it?” he asked, his voice laced with a new, curious interest.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

Then the two evils laughed at him and mimicked him. I went inside the room and I saw the boy without pants. His pants are on the floor while his legs are shaking because he is scared of the two evil who is sitting beside him. There's cocaine on the table too and they are both high from the cocaine while watching t.v. It doesn’t matter for them if the boy is in front of the nasty video that they are watching. They are corrupting the boy’s innocence and sexually abusing him. “Good thing that your mom and dad are working overnight. So that we can have a party all night!” She screamed and drank again from the bottle that she was holding. As if she owns the house.

He drags the heavy metallic door to something I suspect to be a garage… Oh, no! I freeze. Watching the dangerous weapons in the almost dark room. St. Andrew’s cross. Chains and carabiners. Spreaders bar. Floor-to-ceiling mirror. A table with dirty costumes; masks, dildos of thick sizes, vibrators… gags, blindfolds, whip… Red unholy candles. Thick bumps sprout on my naked body, not out of the fear that kills. But the one that destroys every inch of your body till you're loose.

He lifted me and then slammed me into him. More tears leaked from my tear ducts. He had gone deeper than before. Lucian continued the act. Again and again. He drove me mad. My emotions went on haywire. Happiness filled with fear, and pain fought to be expressed. For the first time since my first sexual encounter, tears streamed down my face. Lucian showed no sympathy. If anything, he ruined me more.

'Masturbation is forbidden,' flashed on the TV. "What if my nuts explode? Who's gonna clean that up?" he yelled, receiving no reply. Once finished, Rob went to look at the laptop, hoping he could figure out where he was, or even better, contact the police to free him. The boot up screen simply read 'The Institute' - nothing else. He was surprised when he saw the date. It had been two days since his last memory. There was no internet, but the computer had access to an extensive collection of books and movies. It also had literally thousands of p**n videos and movies; all sorted by genre. There was even a directory labeled 'Snuff.'

Their faces were unreadable but full of meaning she didn’t yet understand. Marco guided her to her father’s office on the second floor. The door was open, and she smelled the blood before she saw the body. It was the metallic scent she knew well from the ER, but she had never expected to smell it in her childhood home. Her father sat motionless in his desk chair, head tilted back, eyes open and empty. A clean bullet hole marked the center of his forehead. Another wound in his chest had soaked through his shirt and pooled darkly on the desk.