Damien and Anna break Clara.

Clara began to stir from unconsciousness when she felt pinpricks of sensation begin to come into focus, her body responding limply to the sensation of touch. She felt tired, and immediately there was a sense of dread as her memory kicked in. Disturbing things flashed through her mind, thoughts about her sister, how she was acting, and why she was acting that way. As her mind simmered in this haze of discomfort the sensation plucking at her nerve endings came into focus. She could feel warm fingers on her flesh, caressing her arm and grabbing her breasts, the hands explored her body and Clara's eyes shot open as the threat fully made itself known to her. She saw things she didn't want to see, heard things she didn't want to hear, and the terror of reality collapsed upon her. Her sister was leaning over her and playing with her tits, eyes glassy and unfocused, the girl above looked like her sister on the outside, but what was in those eyes was something else, something callous and hungry, something that simply wanted to eat. Standing over the two girls was her brother Damien, who was wearing an evil grin on his face. Suddenly it all snapped into place.

"You monster! You did this to her!" Damien looked at her, irritation plain on his face.

"Stop talking Anna, and be quiet." Anna opened her mouth to disobey but nothing came out, the sound dying before it could reach her lips. Thinking stopped, instinct kicked in. Her arm tore forward and hit Anna square in the jaw, there was a momentary mote of chaos, Anna reeling from the blow and Damien's eyes widening; time seemed to slow in that moment, and Anna took full advantage. She rolled to the side away from the thing that looked like Anna and sprang up towards Damien, her hands were going for the throat. Her aim was true, her fury molten, but Damien was faster.

"Stop! Stay still!" Clara's body went limp and obeyed. Damien's gaze cut into her flesh, cold and biting, with a rage so deep it could drown the sun. "I should have done this so much earlier, I should have wiped the stupid grin off your bitchy little face, and watched you squirm and squeal. After all these years I'm glad I get to do this, because it's what you deserve." Damien motioned to Anna. "Start touching her again." His attention turned back to Clara. "From now on you'll only be able to enjoy being raped, that's the only way you'll be able to cum, that's the only thing that will feel good to you, sex where you have no say, no consent, the rougher the better." Instantly Clara could feel her mind begin to warp and change. Her head felt funny, as if her brain was being stretched and kneaded like dough. She could feel her sense start going numb, feel how cold and joyless her outlook started to become. Clara held on for dear life to any crumb of feeling she could, determined not to let Damien win, but the only thing that made her feel anything, feel any pleasure at all, was her sister's hands on her tits, rubbing them up and down and pinching her nipples. Clara squirmed, the pleasure wringing movement out of her rapid-onset apathy. More than anything else she want to go back to how she was mere moments ago, to a place in her mind where she could feel how she wanted, but already even that sensation of desire fell away, leaving her cold to all but her sister's forceful ministrations. After a while Clara started moaning and just enjoying being raped. The pleasure was too much, especially as everything else fell away...