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There was nothing Elliott could do about it anymore. He'd given up days ago. Despite his father having told him that Elliott’s mom, Melissa, wouldn’t stop Tom from being an incestuous child molester, Tom sure had been sneaky about what he’d been doing.
It gave Elliott hope. Maybe his dad was bluffing to scare him into silence. That was what made the most sense, why else would his father be trying to hide what he was doing?
“Mom,” Elliott said quietly as he followed his mom out to her car, “please come home from work early today.”
“Why? Is everything okay?” She questioned him as she put her work bag in the car, not even looking at her son.
“I- I can’t… Explain it. I’d rather you just see it yourself.” The 15-year-old said, swallowing past a lump in his throat. His gut was stirring with nerves again, like he had a feeling something else would go wrong.
But he knew it didn’t have anything to do with his mom. Elliott understood by now that as soon as his mother left for work, his transphobic father would come out of his room, hunt the trans boy down, and rape him until he admitted that he was just a confused girl.
“I can’t make any promises,” She sighed softly as she turned around to look her kid in the eyes, “I can’t exactly leave early. But I'll try for you, dear.”
“Can’t- can’t you tell them you have a doctor's appointment or something? Mom, please-”
“It’s not that kind of job, Elliott, I can’t just leave when I want to. They wouldn’t want me to leave early on such short notice.”
Elliott’s eyes were watering now. It didn’t matter to him how accepting his mother was of his identity, if she couldn’t help him with this, he knew he was truly alone. There would be nothing left he could do about what his father was doing to him.
“Please,” he begged softly, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “please, mom. Help me.”
The brunette sighed softly, staring at her teenage son, hesitating as she thought about her next words carefully. Slowly and quietly, she told him; “There’s more to all of this than you understand right now, okay?”
Elliott blinked a few times in confusion, watching as his mother gave him a kiss on the forehead before getting into her car. He felt so dismissed and confused. What was he supposed to do?
She started her car, rolled down her window, and then stuck her head out to smile at her kid. “I’ll do my best to get home early, okay, kiddo? But again, I can’t make any promises.”
And with that, she pulled her head back in, rolled up the window, and drove off. Elliott didn’t even have time to reply.
He watched her drive off, the last of his safety disappearing down the street. Now he was home alone with his sexually abusive father.
“Fuck.” Elliott cried softly, stuck in place as he avoided going back inside yet. He was homeschooled, so it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go, or a friend’s place to hide out at. He really was alone. He didn’t want to get raped again. It had only been a 4 days and he had been raped countless times already.
Multiple times a day, everyday, creampie almost every time except for when his dad was using his throat. The teenager sniffled quietly, staring off at the street for just a few more precious seconds before returning indoors.
“What were you doing out there, Emma?”
Elliott jumped, not expecting his father to already be awake. He usually liked to sleep in, especially after a long night of using the trans boy’s body. Why was his dad awake right now?
“D-dad-” Elliott stuttered, “I- I was saying goodbye to mom.”
“Oh, you were, were you?” He asked slowly, crouching to be eye-level with the teen. Their faces were inches apart, he had a hungry, malicious smirk on his face, and Elliott wanted to throw up.
“I- I’ll suck you off and cockwarm you with my mouth all day, or you can play with my tits, whatever. Please, just… Don't fuck me again.”
“You poor, stupid girl. Women are made to please men in whatever way the men want, you understand that, don't you?” Elliott began to sob again as his father stood back upright and reached his hands under the trans boy’s shirt to grope his tits. “What the fuck are you wearing a bra for? You know the rules.”
Elliott simply whimpered in response, and his father slapped him across the face. “Take it off. Now.”
Elliott obliged, removing the clasps with shaky hands, pulling the bra out from under his shirt, and handing it to his father.
“Good girl,” he praised, tossing the article of clothing aside and then lunging forward to forcefully kiss his child on the lips. “Have you eaten breakfast yet?”
“N-no,” the young boy stuttered, staring down at his feet.
“That’s okay, darling,” his father said, his honey-sweet voice so fake it made the teenager’s stomach churn, “I can feed you your breakfast.” The 15-year-old’s eyes snapped up to his father's, fear and panic contorting his face. His dad simply laughed. “Fuck, kid, you might just be my favourite rapetoy yet.”
It didn’t take long before Elliott was forcefully stripped naked, the rest of clothes discarded. He wrapped his arms around himself, uncomfortable with her nude body, but her father made sure to remind her of her place.
“Don’t hide, hon, those tits of yours are beautiful.”
Emma didn’t respond, but she did slowly put her arms down, for fear of getting slapped again. She wiped her eyes, doing her best to stop her crying because she knew her dad got off to it. Emma hated the way the grown man’s cock twitched with every one of her sniffles.
“Poor baby,” the man cooed, gently cupping his child’s cheek, “how about we make a deal?” Emma said nothing, simply stared at the ground as she hoped this was some horrible nightmare she’d soon wake up from. “Pancakes for breakfast, yeah? But Daddy eats first, and you gotta make him feel good while he’s eating, okay?”
“Yes, dad…” She agreed quietly, grateful that at least she’d be fed more than just his cum this morning. Maybe he wasn’t so bad…?
“That’s my good girl.” He praised, kissing her on the lips. He shoved a hand into his boxers, adjusting himself and his erection, before turning to the counter to begin making their breakfast.
Against her will, the 15-year-old followed through with the deal. Once the pancakes were made, she got on her hands and knees underneath the table while her father began to eat. She stared at his crotch, feeling nauseous all over again as she witnessed the way it twitched and grew to its full size.
“Well, come on, babygirl. It’s not gonna pull itself out of my boxers.”
The teenager closed her eyes tightly, focussing on the sound of cutlery tapping lightly against the plate as her father began to eat his breakfast. She quietly took a deep breath and reached a hand forward, cringing at the warmth she was met with. She rubbed her hand along his bulge slowly, drawing a soft groan out of the man, before sliding her hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock.
Her father remained mostly silent as she gave his rock-hard dick a few slow strokes, completely ignoring her presence, like she was nothing more than a toy for him. With her eyes still shut, Emma stuck her tongue out, and licked the adult man’s tip.
It was slightly wet and salty, dripping precum. It made the teenager shudder, face scrunching up in disgust as she licked him again and again before finally taking the tip into her mouth.
“Atta girl,” Tom whispered. All Emma heard was him putting the cutlery down before she was suddenly gagging on her father’s dick, eyes shooting wide open. “Take it, baby, you got it.”
She gagged loudly around his cock, but he kept her there, balls deep in her throat for just a few more seconds before releasing her. She pulled off with a loud gasp, panting for air for only a few seconds before her father pushed her head back down again.
“Lick.”
And she did as she was told, swirling her tongue around his cock while choking on it. She was a slobbery mess in a matter of seconds, but Tom didn’t care, just gripped her short brown hair tighter and forced her around until he was satisfied.
After he finished his breakfast, and he came down her throat, she was permitted to eat some pancakes. After breakfast, they went straight to the living room where, despite her pleas for him to do anything else to her, he raped her teenage cunt.
Tom took a break sometime in the afternoon - Emma had no clue what time it was, fucked out and dizzy. She was exhausted, and as her father napped next to her, holding her tight so she couldn't leave his side, she hoped that her mom would follow through with coming home early so she could put an end to this abuse.
Emma felt so disgusted with herself, because her dad’s cock gave her such good orgasms. She started touching herself when she was 9, she lost her virginity when she was 13, but nothing and no one has ever come close to the body-shaking climaxes her father gave her.
Eventually, she too fell asleep, but she wasn’t resting long before she was woken up by her dad raping her again.
“Did you have a good nap, my little slut?” Her dad smiled, sliding his cock into her wet, cum-filled pussy.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, blinking slowly as she awoke.
“Tell me again, baby, what’s your name and who are you? Do you know your place yet?”
“M-my name is Emma,” she shuddered, shutting her eyes again as her dad thrusted slow and deep, making sure the teen could feel every inch of his cock inside her young womb, “I’m a stupid a-and confused girl.”
“And?”
“‘m a rapedoll for you, dad, th-that’s why I was born.”
“Good girl!” He praised before beginning to fuck her hard and fast. Emma tried her best to bite her tongue, but it was impossible to stop the moans of pleasure from her Daddy’s perfect cock.
She hated getting raped by him. She did. But he made sure to make her feel good, trying to make her addicted to it, and it was fucking working. She hated herself for it. Especially because he was making her detransition and she was starting to want to follow through with it.
Emma got so lost in it, torn between the fear and hatred of getting molested, and the overwhelming pleasure her own pedo dad was giving her, that she didn’t hear the front door unlock and open.
Her mom - her only hope - had returned home. And Emma was sobbing and moaning too loud to hear it. When the 15-year-old did notice though, she turned her head to her mother, locked eyes, and cried even harder.
“M-mom, help m-me-e, he does th’s all th-the time!”
The adult woman bit her lip. She smiled. She slowly walked over, removing her heels. “Thought we were gonna wait for his 18th birthday?” Melissa asked, the curly-haired brunette rubbing her husband’s bare, sweaty back as he continued raping his teenage fakeboy daughter.
“Didn’t wait with you, bitch, girls should know their place starting young. Get naked, whore.”
“Yes, sir,” Melissa immediately replied, stripping naked in a matter of seconds. Emma was at a loss for words, choked up and crying harder as her only possibility of safety turned against her.
“I- I’ve never… With a kid…” Melissa admitted to her husband nervously. Emma and her mom were staring into each other's eyes, Melissa clearly hungry and horny while the younger brunette was being broken down to nothing but a sex toy.
“Good, because you’re going to start doing it more. You’ll gain lots of experience.” Tom responded, practically growling as his balls slapped against his daughter’s thighs with each rough thrust.
He turned his head and lifted a hand, gripping the hair at the back of his wife’s head and forcefully kissing her, rough and messy. She melted into it obediently, eyes falling closed as she got on her hands and knees, completely naked.
“Teach our kid how to make out with other girls,” Tom instructed once they pulled away, spitting on his wife’s face and then slapping her ass so hard it left a bright red handprint.
She crawled closer to her trans son, smiled, petted her head lightly, grinning. And then she leaned in, closing her eyes, and began forcefully kissing her fakeboy teenager.
Emma… gave up. She started to kiss back. Her mom started playing around with her large tits, tongue slipping and sliding around the inside of Emma’s mouth.
“When I get our whore pregnant,” Tom started, pulling out to rub his wet, hard cock against his wife and daughter’s faces as they kissed. “You’re going to be her kid’s main molester. I’ll teach you how to rape and groom the child. Just remember what I did with you, love.”
Melissa giggled, nodding in agreement, eyes still closed. Occasionally she pulled away from the kiss with her tranny son to messily lick at her husband’s wet cock.
“She was 12 when I bought her,” Tom began explaining to Emma, making the girl’s eyes roll back and cry harder as she was being raped by both parents. “Got her pregnant with you right away, she was 13 when she had you. Did you know that? She’s not actually my age, baby, your whole life is a lie.”
Emma blinked, then closed her eyes, brain and body overwhelmed. It started shutting down, going into self-protection mode, and her eyes became hazy and distant.
“Aww, I love it when my rapetoys get that look. It’s finally setting in now, isn’t it? That this is your new life. You like that, Emma? You excited to detransition for me and carry my children?”
Emma said nothing, her mom now sucking on her titties while her dad was still rubbing his big dick all over the young teen’s face.
Her dad moved back to her cunt again, slamming back into it. It forced the teenager to cry out loudly, sobbing even harder, and it completely broke her out of her dissociation.
“I can’t wait to rape our kids. Fuck, my precious little sex toy-making machines. Love you girls.”
Her mom chuckled, moaning and licking her areolas. “Can’t wait to taste her milk. We’re gonna use it to make food like we did with mine, right?” Melissa asked, looking up at her master.
“Mhm, obviously. Gonna use my cum too. And when she’s pregnant, she’ll be swallowing so much of my cum that it’ll be our baby’s nutrients.”
Emma didn’t know how to feel, didn’t know what to do or what to think. She just… Accepted her fate now. Laid limp and let it all happen, because what else could she do?
Eventually, her dad pulled out and got behind Melissa. He slapped her ass and laughed, spreading her ass cheeks. “Oh, fuck, your asshole is still stuffed full of cum. They focussed on anal today, baby?”
“Mhmm,” Melissa moaned, sucking the 15-year-old’s tits again. “Raped my ass and made it rain money on me. Made me feel like such a fucking prostitute. It was so humiliating and degrading.
“M-mom-” Emma choked, confused. She- she was at work, wasn’t she? What the fuck are they talking about right now?
Melissa kissed her trans kid’s tits, all the way up to her neck, then jaw and chin, and then her lips. Emma… Emma just let out a teary, shaky sigh, and gave up, kissing back.
Their tongues fought each other, slipping and sliding around each other’s mouths. The 15-year-old’s eyes were closed tight, kissing her own mother while her father began to fuck Melissa’s ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Melissa moaned through a chuckle, “yeah, fuck, push all that cum deeper inside me!”
Emma said nothing, hands now sliding down to her own young cunt to start rubbing at her clit and wet pussy. She let out soft, breathy moans, as her and her mom stared at each other.
“Oh, baby, I’ve wanted to tell you the truth for so long, but I had to wait for Master’s permission first.” Melissa moaned out, eyes rolling back as the plap plap plap of Tom’s balls against her ass cheeks sounded in the room.
“Tell her, honey,” Tom demanded, gripping Melissa’s long brown curls, “tell her how old you really are.”
“I- I’m not 36, Elliott,” Melissa cried, going cross-eyed as her ass got brutally fucked once again today, “I’m 28. And I'm a prostitute for your daddy’s sex trafficking friends, how else do you think I make money? It’s the only type of job women should have.”
Emma began fingering herself, moaning and arching her back. Suddenly, words she never thought would ever leave her mouth came out as loud, desperate and horny screams.
“Dad, get us both pregnant and rape our kids! Fuck, I'm gonna cum, please!”
Tom let out a sudden, loud and aggressive growl, pounding his wife’s asshole harder as he came deep inside of her. “O-oh fuck, yeah, take it all.”
He looked at his daughter as his thrusts began to slow, his body trembling with how hard he climaxed, “You’re learning how to be such a good girl, Emma. I'm so proud of you.”
Emma’s eyes rolled back as she squirted all over her mom’s face and breasts, the older woman immediately leaning down to eat her pussy and swallow all those precious teenage juices. She licked and slurped, making Emma moan even louder.
Tom pulled out and spread his wife’s ass cheeks, laughing as he watched alllll that cum drip out. Melissa shook her ass and chuckled as she cleaned up her kid, falling in love with being a molester just like her husband.
Emma hated herself, but she was… Looking forward to the future now. Maybe she should detransition, especially if her parents are going to keep making her feel so good.
Maybe her new life wouldn’t be too bad after all.