Too late

Your about to spring to her rescue when you feel her nails digging into your hand as she seems to grip it tighter until you look down and see her nails are slowly pushing out and darkening.

You rip your hand away from hers and take a step back up the stairs.

For a few moments Melissa continues to cry and plead for your help her eyes widening like saucers as you let go of her as if scolded by her touch, her eyes reflect her hurt.

“H…help me…please fuck help me don’t let him…ahh take me……let him…mmmaahh **** me…Fuck!”

Her gasps have turned to pants and you can see a growing trail of drool running from the corner of her pink lips has replaced her dried tears. Her seemingly bloodshot eyes bore into you as her tousled hair hangs in messy strands over her face.

“Ar…en’t you going to h…help me…mmmm or…..watch him fuck the ever living shit out of me you fucking bastard!”

You listen to the last honest bit of pleading die in her voice as she begins to taunt you. Her father letting her go and her legs spreading to brace herself as he grips her swelling hips, her claws digging into the wood of the stairs as she anchors herself and lifts her ass for his thrusts pushing herself back as she tosses her hair back and grins.

“Your fucking getting off on this aren’t you!” she sneers before licking her lips with a lavicousness the sweet girl certainly didn’t posses moments ago her.

It’s when you catch the glistening fluids running down her legs that you know she’s truly beyond help a thick glob of cum rolling down her quivering thigh slamming the cold reality that she was damned the moment her parent’s dick slammed into her and filled her with his foul seed.

You turn to run up the stairs as her eyes flutter and begin to darken around the edges as a soft moan rolls from her open lips.

Melissa’s mom turns the corner at the top of the steps and stops in surprise as you rush up the stairs. You yell for her to run but she catches sight of her husband plowing Melissa and snaps moving past you and even pushing you off as you try to stop her and tell her it’s too late as she runs down the stairs.

“SHE’S YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!”

She is in full mother bear mode and swings at her husband with a ferocity that for a moment makes you think she might actually hurt the inhuman monster.

Till he catches her arm in mid swing and yanks her toward him sending her falling down the stairs into his waiting arms. He doesn’t waste any time as he lets her arm go and holds her by the back of her head smashing his lips to hers and forcing his forked tongue into her unguarded mouth. You see his long tongue working her mouth slathering her own tongue and caressing her mouth infecting her before pulling his lips away to let her gasp and cough breathless as she trembles with rage.

“Time to put out bitch!”

He snarls and she is taken aback by the utter lack of love in his expression and in his dark slitted eyes.

She isn’t given a chance to respond as he kisses her again muffling her screams of protest, even with both arms free she can do little but squirm and pound her fists against his solid chest as she pushes at him trying to escape. It doesn’t take long for her blows to weaken in their resolve. Soon it’s hard to tell if she still struggling or not as her hands push and slide over his chest.

You run and rush down the hall away from the incestuous threesome.

Ahead is Angela’s room her name stickered on the door along with several angelic hello kitty stickers.

To your right is a closet.

Left is another room possibly melssia’s or their parents.