The fight with the beast II

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Chapter 12

"Fuck me you peasant!" You clench your teeth sadly. "You piece of shit!"

For a few seconds you exchange glances with the thing that possessed your sister. You recognize the cold calculation behind her fiery gaze. She doesn't think you'll go through with your plan.

"Oh... Yessss Finn," Mrs. Hennesy giggles happily as you grab her arm and pull her onto the bed next to your sister. Kamely rolls to the side, apparently happy to have been fucked. "Yes mommy! Fuck her good Finn, my love."

"Shut up and make yourself useful," you hiss angrily and Kamely looks hurt. You love Nora and Kamely, the new Kamely... The girl hurries to comply with your request and starts a hot make-out session with her own mother so that you like the girls a bit more.

"Let me in!" Mackie yells from beside you. You shake your head. And then you feel it again. You see the naked, sweaty flesh of Kamely, the clean, dry flesh of Martha. You get tunnel vision.

The next thing you notice is Kamely, not Martha, who has your cock inside her again, deep and hard and fast. Her cunt tightens around your thick hammer, and the young girl whimpers as if possessed while you take her body... Mackie lies beneath the girl, her thick breasts in her face.

"What..." You look at the bedpost. It's broken, the soft sheet torn. Mackie is still bound but her tongue. "No!" There's a scream as you grab Kamely and pull her up. She is so light and giggles so happily but so, so silly. You barely feel her weight as you press her against you and stand up.

"Oh Finn, you're so strong... You fuck me so well! No one fucks me so well! Finn!"

With her legs spread wide, she bounces on top of you. Pressing her back against your chest, you clutch her thighs and let the girl bounce on you like a doll. Kamely shrieks and giggles like a child on her birthday. Then you feel a sucking sensation on your massive balls, one at a time, as Marthy Hennesy, the mature and intelligent housewife, crouches between your legs like a whore and slides her tongue over your sack.

Kamely's juices drip onto her face but the housewife and mother is completely in her world. Then another screech fills the room. Kmely begins to tremble and her legs bounce and shake wildly. A powerful jet of clear liquid flies in a high arc across the room onto the bed between your sister's spread thighs. You barely notice Kamely's orgasm, seeing only the fury in Mackie's eyes, then the desperation as her hips move in murderous time with your thrusts.

"Give me my sister back" you demand as Kamely starts giggling like a fool. Dead in the face, drool at the corner of her mouth and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, the girl hangs on you while her mother, wet with her daughter's juices, playfully clutches your steely thighs. You feel her wet cunt rub against your feet and her magnificent breasts press against your body.

Mackie bobs her head like she's drunk. Then her beautiful eyes meet yours.

"No way."

"Fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuckingfuckinggodlyfuck!"

Martha Hennesy clings to the edge of the bed with all her might. Her legs are spread wide and her feet slide on the torn sheets of Mackie, a reminder that her life and yours is broken. Martha's fat breasts move under your thrusts, bouncing and jiggling hypnotically before the eyes of the two girls.

"She looks so sad," Kamely murmurs, looking at Mackie, trapped in her chastity belt with her hands tied behind her back.

"Rub yourself silly," you command. It's creepy. You don't recognize yourself, but the fact that Kamely obeys you immediately, lets Mackie be Mackie and stuffs her fingers into her reddened hole is not what's on your mind. You turn to your sister, the thing inside her. "You changed me too," you realize. "You made me stronger." Your hand slaps loudly on Martha's ass. The woman howls but her scream turns into a guttural moan as you move to the side and rearrange her gots. "It's your own fault. You know I can go on and on like this."

"Yippee!" Kamely squeals and rocks her hips too. While you fuck her mother for what little sanity she has left, you have instructed her stupid daughter to make Mackie as horny as possible with her behavior and the thought of you not stopping pleases both women. But Mackie looks at you angrily and defiantly.

"I am your sister! You want to fuck your sister!"

"Oh yes! Please fuck your sister! That's so hot!" begs Kamely. Then she shrieks in shock as you roughly push her off the bed. Martha wants to say something but doesn't get the chance as you lift her lower body up. The housewife is made for fucking and her hands claw at the bed while you lift her body up and fuck her so hard that the whole bed shakes.

Your plan doesn't work yet. You had hoped to drive the thing to despair with sex and a refusal to participate. It's the only option you have. But Mackie only seems to get angrier and angrier.

"Fuck you! Fuck me! You fucking stupid fucking..."

"Kamely, move your lazy body out of bed," you hiss. It's not just the fight that worries you. You're not used to seeing Mackie as an enemy. But it's not your sister, it's the thing inside her. The demon of lust. You're also worried about what you've become. Are you really just doing all this for your sister? Kamely crawls obediently onto the bed you've just thrown her off. Her plump breasts hang from her body and her stupid face looks at you for help. "Look at my sister," you command and the girl squats down in front of Mackie with her back to you and her mother. "Tell her what it's like to be fucked by me."

And as Kamely describes heaven, the realm of happiness, you see it. Her words are simple and she messes up often, too horny and too exhausted to think halfway clearly. But you could go on like this all day. As Kamely describes how you mess up her insides, you see the first cracks in Mackie's face.

"... and then he denies you and you get all stupid with lust" murmurs Kamley dreamily, fingering himself hard and fast.

"You made us," you say, "now realize your mistake." Without much effort you lift Martha further, slamming your hips against the woman, driving her onto the bed and her face between your daughter's ass cheeks.

It's all so wrong but you keep fucking the willing hole while your neighbor licks her daughter's ass. You look at the two women on the bed. Their sweaty bodies, aching and willing. Ready for sex whenever you want.

They really are like hookers, you muse as Martha's cunt slickly massages your cock. The thought of owning these two women, of fucking them over and over again, drives you on. An animalistic feeling comes over you and you want to possess, conquer and dominate.

But then you look at Mackie. As Martha screams her orgasm into her daughter's ass, you see Mackie, the real Mackie, behind the strained façade of her captor. You see doubt behind the rage. And behind it, you see your beloved little sister.

The thought of holding her in your arms drives you to orgasm.