Krzysztof could still remember the sound of that ding… the cell phone text notification that had changed his life.
He’d been browsing aimlessly on his phone when it came in, previewing briefly on his banner before disappearing again… a video message from a number with an area code he didn’t recognize. Figuring it was a mistake but still curious, he had opened the message… and chuckled
The thumbnail was a close up of some whore’s cunt. It was smooth and covered with welts, with cum spattered all over her splayed legs and swollen pussy lips. Her hole oozed white opaque cum. Someone was trying to get her pregnant, it looked like to him. Krzysztof was startled that this sort of video would randomly pop up in his inbox, but he supposed stranger things had happened. It wasn’t his fault some idiot sent their sex tape to him by accident, and it’s not like he wasn’t going to watch it now. He thought it might make a good laugh, a story he could tell his friends later.
He pressed the play button, and the video blew up wide. Only 20 seconds, what harm could it do?
He would later find out that that was the day Alicja finally disappeared. That had been two years ago. He thought about it nightly… that video of his sister being raped.
Stroking himself, he imagined her grunts and moans as she endured the man in top of her. He took dominion over her, thrusting so fast and hard the entire bed shook. He could still hear her cry sharply in pain as his angry cock bruised her cervix, how he grabbed her throat and pressed his tongue flat against her tear-stained cheek. He slowly dragged his tongue up and the sweet, smart girl he had once known as his sister looked like she wanted to die. The man came inside her and slowly pulled out; the cameraman zoomed in and boom. There was the thumbnail.
His phone blew up 10 minutes later, mutual friends and family all asking about her at once. Have you seen her? Have you seen her? I got a weird video. Have you seen her?
Over the next days and weeks, he learned they were all sent different clips, all from different numbers. Her family, like him, got some of the best ones… men abusing Alicja in ways so obscene it made most porn he had seen look like a joke.
The police were called. He’d driven to her city to help hand out fliers, posted her missing poster on social media, contacted people he hadn’t seen in years to see if they’d heard anything. All their efforts turn up nothing, and all the while… He’d continued to jerk off to that one, twenty second clip of her being raped. He would stroke himself and wonder what are were doing to his sister now? She had once been such a lovely, bright girl… a good job, a good apartment, supportive friends, a loving family. Big dreams for the future.
And all of that was gone now because a few rapist’s orgasms were more important than every other part of her existence. It should have horrified him. Instead, it spoke to something in him, over and over and over until one day he decided he wouldn’t help anymore. No more fliers or facebook posts or keeping his eyes peeled. No more speaking to the police. He would pretend for the sake of his mother and such but…
Krzysztof didn’t want Alicja to be found anymore.
He would never have hurt her. She had been his friend. His loving sister. He had adored her and cared for her.
Had been. Had.
She was rapemeat now. Three wet holes to be consumed and destroyed. He wouldn’t interrupt her rapist’s time with her, try and dictate what another man ought to to with a piece of property like his whore of a sister had become. He would, however, think about her often… tied up, fucked, abused. He only truly saw 20 seconds of it, but there was apparently more out there…
It had taken him four months of poking around on the dark web to find it. The entire collection of videos, uncut, was nearly 20 straight hours of porn. He sat there, almost transfixed, untouched cock hard as he watched the the first man of many rape Alicja for the first time. He watched her gang rape on the floor, cock painfully stiff, while three men take his sister at once. The one raping her mouth came hard down her throat, and even through all her sputtering she keeps her mouth wide open, staring ahead blankly as her nose was buried in his public hair. He stayed there even as the one raping her cunt cums hard, grunting like an animal in heat. After he was finished, he walked away, casual as can be. Once he was gone, the man raping her ass pulls her legs apart wider, enough that she shrieks around the cock in her mouth. He knew that his sister wasn’t very flexible… he probably just pulled her hamstring.
The man in her mouth slapped her face. “Open wider, bitch.” Alicja did, stretching her jaw enough for him to shove his balls in. Her lips were trembling, her face turning red, she made small gagging noises— but didn’t dare dare close her mouth or turn away. She also knew what she was. Just a piece of meat. Just a rapedoll. It was the hottest thing Krzysztof had ever seen.
When the other is done with her ass he pulled out and demanded that she clean his cock. The man already inside her mouth pulled out, hard again. While he was watching his sister’s rape, his cock twitched painfully when he got the first unobstructed view of her cunt. It was swollen and battered — that much is expected — but it also glistened in the room’s poor lighting. Something coiled inside him, angry and perverse. The bitch was wet, getting raped. She was getting off to his. Here his kind, innocent, gentle sister was… sopping wet for the men raping her.
Cumming while they raped her.
The man who had been inside her mouth positioned himself between her legs. He had to be at least 10 inches. He crammed his length in her tiny cunt, and the rapeslut howled around the limp dick in her mouth as he slaps her ass with each thrust. “That’s right, bitch! Cum harder!” he shouted at her. His tone was evil and taunting; her tears were hot and wet; her begging was beautiful… and then fore more men wlaked into the room. Her screams were wretched as they climbed on her and pleasured themselves with her most intimate places. They were so large and she was so much smaller that soon she couldn’t be seen at all, lost in the mass of bodies moving and humping and thrusting.
After some long minutes Krzysztof was able to see her face again, red and swollen. There was a large veined hand around his sister’s throat. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, mouth slack for the cock thrusting in and out. Someone had his fist buried in her pretty hair… someone else spat in her face.
After all that he had watched, that was what had made him cum to his sister for the first time… the utter contempt for the girl they had destroyed, for the life they had ruined. As if she were no different from some whore grabbed off the street, because…
Because she wasn’t. That was exactly what she was.
He watched the rest of it in increments over the next days, and it took him nearly a month to get to his favorite part somewhere in the middle. She was begging… begging God to save her. Krzysztof didn’t believe in God, and he was pretty sure that Alicja didn’t either… But he supposed that Alicja wouldn’t be the first skeptic to plead to the almighty in desperation. If he listened closely, he could hear her prayer on the audio — soft and sweet, like a virgin at the altar as she whimpered out a begging plea to be saved. There was something sexually charged in her pleading despite that… her eyes fluttering and voice heavy with seduction to Krzysztof’s ears, like she’d suck off God Himself if He would only deliver her from the fiery hell she’d been dragged into.
And what he saw next, his new favorite part of the video, made Krzysztof believe in God because it was the clearest, most simple answer to any prayer he had ever seen. A strong, powerful man walked slowly into the camera’s line of slight, stood by Alicja’s head, and slowly undid his belt… pulling from his pants what had to be the hardest, thickest, ugliest looking cock he’d ever seen. His sister didn’t even seem to notice until he had grabbed her by the hair and brought her against him. “This is your God now.”
Krzysztof came hard as he watched that, praising the God who allowed this to happen to his innocent, sweet sister as he watched hours and hours of unmitigated torture and rape. He would rewatch all of this porn a thousand times. Maybe, if he looked carefully, he would notice the moment when the last flicker of light in the whore’s eyes that made her ‘his sister’ and not ‘some whore’ went out.
He was glad the world had gotten to see this. He was glad he had seen this.
Krzysztof kept looking, and he found other videos of her… unlike the others, these ones seemed to have been filmed after his sister disappeared. If he didn’t know what a slave was before, he did now. Free of any restraint, but terrified to move without permission. Dragged around by her hair, whipped bloody, sobbing and as cowed as an abused child. Choking with a leather belt tied around her neck like a leash, pulled hard every so often as a reminder that she only lives by her rapist’s mercy. A man screaming obscenities at her an inch away from her face as he rams her, deep inside her slick pussy. All sorts of things shoved inside her cunt and asshole while she had to lie there and endure it, getting no say at all in how her body was used.
In the last video of the girl that used to be his sister that Krzysztof ever found, the naked, beaten girl sat in a chair and answered questions.
“How long as it been since you came to live with me, fucktrash?”
His sister’s sweet voice was raspy… weak. Pathetic. Begging. It made him hard just to hear it. “I don’t know,” she whimpered.
“How many times have you been raped?”
“Too many times to ever know.”
“I video taped more than a few. How do you feel knowing there are men in the world who cheered on your rape? How do you feel knowing they’ve cum watching it”
“I…” her breathing became uneven. “I w-w-wish someone would save me.”
“But no one will.”
“No one ever will,” the slave agreed.
“And why not??”
“Because I don’t matter.”
“Does any woman matter?”
“Only as much as her father, husband, son or owner says she does.”
Just like the first video, her rapist walked slowly into view. He wraps a blindfold over Fucktrash’s eyes. The tape cuts to black. And try as Krzysztof might, he never found another trace of his sister after that. She was well and truly gone.
He has cum to every single scene of his sister being fucked he could find… watching isn’t enough anymore. Dreaming about her rape had even gotten old. There were vidoes with other enslaved women, and he found and watched them too and they did get him off, but none have the same spark.
And then, it happened. An opportunity.
He was at a family dinner. Mother was crying again. Anna had said something that upset her again. She’s done that a lot. She stormed outside… to go smoke, he knew. Krzysztof excused himself. Said that he needed to go. To get to work.
If sweet, innocent Alicja was a whore – and he no longer had any doubts that his Alicja had been a whore – then Anna unquestionably one. If Alicja deserved a life of slavery and misery – and he no longer had any doubts that his Alicja did – then Anna deserved it more. He watched as her face was lit by the orange glow of a cigarette in the night. He watched as she stared out, not looking at him. He grabbed his younger sister by the hair and slammed her face against the hood of his car. She fell over limp, unconscious… he dragged her into his car and drove away, Anna bleeding from her broken nose in his trunk.
Hours later, there was a car parked in an abandoned lot shaking side to side. Inside it, his sister was screaming. Halfway across the world at that very moment, his other sister was screaming too. His sisters both suffered. Their rapists both laughed and growled and thrilled as they came, and all was right with the world.
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