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Andrea's body relaxed slightly when the stretching of her pussy ended. She whimpered loudly when she felt something else enter, her head spinning, mind twisting between reality and memory. She bucked slightly when she felt the familiar sensation of the Devil's snake slide between her stretched folds, slithering deep inside of her.

Her breathing was ragged from fear and exhaustion when she realized the devil still owned her soul. She knew she was helpless under his control, and it terrified her. No one else knew, no one that would care enough to free her from his control at least.

She whimpered when the Devil's snake grew and throbbed inside of her, spitting its seed deep inside of her. A loud cry of pain came from her when she felt her pussy being stretched again, deeper and wider this time, gagging when the cock in her mouth moved deeper, rubbing against the back of her throat.

 

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"Have at her, boys," Josh said, and his buddies laughed their awful evil laughs.

The baseball bat was removed from her pussy. Josh sat back to snort a fat line of coke and watch. Tim and Mike pulled Andrea to her feet, roughly. Again, a belt around her neck, pulling her upwards until she could barely breathe and was standing on her toes.

And then the whippings really started. Another belt lashed across her ass. The back of her thighs. Her ass. The front of her thighs. Her ass. Her belly. Her ass. Her tits. And the boys just laughed through it all, even when she screamed (or made a pitiful attempt at a scream, seeing as she could barely breathe).

Josh was growling in her ear again. "See what happens when you break my rules, you worthless little slut?" he said. His finger moved around in her mouth, and there was another numbing explosion of coke and vodka...

 

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Andrea whimpered when she felt hands pulling her up again, forcing her to her feet. She cringed at the laughter, the sound haunting her to her very core.

She struggled against the strong grips as they looped the belt back around her neck, forcing her on her toes, making it yet again hard for her to breathe. Her cried of pain turned to screams when she felt them whipping her flesh with another belt, her thighs, ass, belly and tits. They started pulling tighter on the belt, her screams silencing as she struggled for air.

She cringed when his voice hissed in her ear, feeling his finger force its way into her mouth, sending another rush through her body, numbing her tongue and lips. Her body trembled violently in fear and exhaustion as she fought to take another breath.

 

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Mike got behind her and started roughly fingering her asshole; Tim was in front and did the same with her pussy. They didn't wait long before switching to dick. Mike went first, pushing his hard cock up into her asshole, stretching out her tight little backdoor. Every time she protested the belt around her neck tightened a bit more.

Once Mike was buttfucking her, had his full length inside and had taken a few strokes, Tim pressed his dick into her pussy, Josh's jism lubricating his entry. The two strong guys held her up between them and pounded their dicks into her.

At least, being held up like that, she could breath again. She felt the belt loosen suddenly; but then she felt the familiar round glass mouth of an alcohol bottle on her lips, and then tasted cheap rum rushing down her throat.

 

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Andrea groaned when she felt fingers pressing into her ass, stretching her tight hole. Her pussy was already so stretched out already and still slightly numb from the cocaine vodka mixture she hardly felt it when one of the guys started fingering her. It didn't matter how she moved her hips to get away, one hole just got it deeper. She forced herself to stay still, trying not to whimper in pain from the fingers roughly fucking her ass.

She cried out when she felt his cock push completely into her ass, fucking her roughly as her pussy got filled again. Her mind raced as her feet were lifted from the ground, her body held between the two guys fucking her holes mercilessly. Their laughing, the position she was in sent her mind racing, her whimpering growing louder as the clowns continued to fuck her.

She took a deep breath now that the belt was loose, whimpering again when she felt the round glass mouth of another bottle forced between her lips. She felt the liquid entering her mouth and gagged as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of rum. She felt a hand on her hair, forcing her to the bottle as she tried to turn her face away, alcohol running down her chin and neck onto her tits. Her body trembled between the two guys, wishing someone would save her from hell. Her soul still belonged to the devil though, and she knew she had angered him. The thought of even more punishment terrified her.

 

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Mike and Tim continued to pound their dicks up into her hot body. It didn't take long for them both to get ofd, first Mike in her ass and immediately followed by Tim in her used cunt. They both pulled out of her, letting go of her, and once again she was hanging from her neck, barely able to relieve the pressure and take a breath by standing up on her toes, the alcohol and coke in her system making that even harder to accomplish, as she was quite dizzy and nauseous.

And still having flashbacks to her past Halloween.

And the Josh started with the whippings again. The belt lashed across her ass and legs and belly and tits and most awfully her pussy, until it seemed there wasn't a single inch of her body that hadn't been abused. And still she could barely breathe. She would fall out of consciousness only to be instantly awaken with another lash.

And then finally they let her down. But they didn't let her be. Josh was behind her, growling to her that he owned her, and then he was pounding his dick into her pussy again, and as soon as she tried to protest, Mike was in front of her, stuffing his dick in her mouth, and it still smelled potently of her raped asshole.

 

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Andrea groaned loudly when she felt both her ass and pussy being filled with hot thick cum. Her body writhed between them, desperately trying to find her feet at they let go of her, leaving her gagging and gasping for air, her head spinning and her balance hard to maintain from the mixture of alcohol and cocaine pumping through her system.

She cried out at the painful stinging continued, her entire body covered in red welts from the belt Josh was using to whip her. Her head was throbbing, her vision blurred as she continued to float in and out of consciousness.

She gasped loudly when they released the tension on the belt, her lungs filling with air, her body trembling when she heard him speak to her from behind her. She nodded when she heard the devil reclaim her, telling her he owned her. She submitted to him, not struggling as he began to fuck her. She gagged loudly when another cock was shoved into her mouth, the same one that had just filled her ass with his thick cum.

Her body trembled in exhaustion and fear as she began to submit to her Master, the devil.

 

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"Looks like she's given up the fight boys," Josh said. They proceeded to take turns fucking her all night long. Load after load was emptied into her pussy until finally they were done with her. They took her back upstairs and shoved her, naked, out the front door, throwing out her dress and purse after her. It was four o'clock in the morning and freezing cold.

 

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Andrea had given up her fight, her body exhausted, her mind confused and torn as past and present melded together. Tears streamed down her face as her Master and his friends used her body over and over again.

She whimpered as they grabbed her and took her upstairs, pushing her out of Josh's door, forcing her outside, despite the fact that she was completely naked. They threw her dress and her purse out after her.

Her body shivering severely, she picked up her dress and pulled it back on, and grabbed her bag, struggling to find her keys. Once she found them she hurried to her car and got in, keying the ignition and turning up the heat. She backed out of the driveway and started her drive home, thankful at least that the roads were dead at this hour.

 

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Pat Cooper, Andrea's father, had dropped his wife off at the airport just before midnight; she had to catch the red-eye to New York for business for the weekend. He got home a little before 1am, and was surprised to see Andrea's car was still gone. She'd said she'd be home early. He instantly suspected she was up to no good, out partying and screwing around again.

Pat had been dying for another taste of his slutty daughter's hot body, and as the night wore on and the whiskey bottle grew lighter and lighter, he became more determined to take her. Punish her again for lying. He got into his secret stash of weed and cocaine and smoked a little, had a couple bumps to stay awake. He didn't think she would be out quite this late, but he wasn't surprised either. Thinking about the last time got his big dick all kinds of hard and hungry for pussy. He knew his wife was cheating on her business trips. Thinking about that got him pretty hard too...

 

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Andrea drove home, struggling to stay alert the entire way. Her head throbbed, her body ached and she could feel bruises forming on her neck. She finally pulled into her parent's driveway and parked her car, stumbling to the door and closing it as quietly as she could manage.

She made her way up to her room and walked into her bathroom, pulling off her bra and turning on the shower extra hot, stepping in and sliding the glass doors shut, letting the hot water stream down her body.

 

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Pat had been sitting in the living room in the dark; he'd turned off the television when he'd finally heard Andrea's car pull into the driveway. She walked right past him, not even noticing he was there. He heard her shower turn on a minute later. His cock was rock hard in his shorts. He snorted another line, a good fat one this time, and went upstairs. He went into Andrea's bedroom and eyed her shower. The bathroom door was open, the glass doors to the shower shut. He could see the outline of her fine body. He pulled his clothes off as he made his way towards her shower.

He grabbed the door and pulled it open. "You ungrateful lying bitch," he growled, his hand flying and smacking her hard across her shocked face, once, twice, three times...

 

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Andrea had started to cry alone in the shower, wondering if her attempt to change was actually worth it. Someone was obviously out to get her, someone who knew secrets she had shared with next to no one. She turned the water even hotter, her skin getting red from the heat as she turned to reach for her shampoo.

She turned just as her father was pulling open the door to her shower, yelling at her. "Daddy Please" she whimpered, crying out as he slapped her over and over again, the force nearly causing her to fall to the floor of the shower. She backed up, her body trembling in fear again, knowing she was alone with him again, her mom gone on another business trip.

"Daddy, I'm sorry I'm so late" she whimpered, looking into his eyes.

 

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Pat smacked her twice more, and then grabbed her by her hair on top of her head. He stepped into the shower, backhanded her hard across the face, and then spun her around and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there. "You're not sorry. Not yet," he grunted, pressing his thick body against hers from behind, his hard cock rubbing between her buttcheeks.

"We've got all weekend together, my little whore," he growled, pawing her tits and ass. He looked down at her. "Looks like you like it rough," he said, eyeing the marks left by Josh's belt. "You'll get what you deserve, you fucking tramp!" he roared, grabbing her by her hips and lifting up, his thick cock finding a home between her folds; he thrust upwards as he lowered his daughter down on his rod, impaling her forcefully in a single stroke...

 

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Andrea cried out as her father slapped her again and again, grabbing her hair and forcing her around, shoving her against the wall. "This wasn't my choice daddy" she pleaded, her body trembling violently.

She whimpered when he growled in her ear, telling her all about his weekend. "Daddy please don't do this" She cried out again as he lifted her by her hips and forced her onto his cock. "Please daddy, I didn't want what happened tonight, I didn't plan on it at all"

 

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Pat wasn't listening to her at this point. He started ramming his dick up into his little girl's hot wet cunt. "You want to be a little slut, huh?" he said, pawing at her again as he worked his dick in and out of her. "Well you'll be a good little slut tomorrow for me and my friends, got it, you little fucking whore? You want to be a whore, you'll get to. You'll dress like one and you'll sure as shit fuck like one," he grunted, his grip on her hair tightening. He turned her a bit, away from the wall, so he could bend her over forward. He pushed her forward and then held onto her by her hips and pounded his thick rod deeply into her over and over again.

 

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Andrea whimpered when her dad started thrusting into her and mauling her tits and ass with his strong hands. She shook her head at his words, trying to plead with him as he pulled harder on her hair, fucking her harder as he bent her over, his hands digging into her hips.

"Daddy please don't" she whimpered, her head hitting against the wall of the shower when he thrust deeper into her worn cunt. "I didn't want tonight to happen"

 

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Pat grabbed his daughter's hair amd yanked back towards him. "Little whore, you really need to learn to speak only when given permission." He pulled out of her pussy and forced her to turn around, facing him now. He slapped her again, and again, and again, hard enough this time to knock her down to her knees.

Which was exactly where he wanted her. He still had a grip on her hair, and when he yanked down and back on it, she opened her mouth to let out a cry and he filled her mouth with his cock. He held her head in his hands and mercilessly fucked her pretty face.

 

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Andrea whimpered when her father pulled her hair, forcing her back against him. She tried to get away from him as he pulled out, failing miserably and whimpering again when he slapped her, over and over, hard enough to force her to fall to her knees, groaning in pain from the impact of the hard shower floor.

She looked up at him, trying to keep her mouth closed as he pulled her hair, finally giving in and yelping in class, her lips parting. She gagged as he shoved his cock into her mouth, his hand moving to the back of her head.

Her hands moved to his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh, trying desperately to get away from him, terrified at the thought of what was going to happen this weekend if she didn't get away from her father.

 

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Pat let out a yell at the pain as Andrea's nails dug into his flesh. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and immediately backhanded her across the face. "Bitch!" he growled, grabbing her hair again and yanking her head back. Another backhand across her face. "You're gonna suck your daddy's cock and you're gonna fucking love it, slut," he grunted at her. "And I better not feel ajy teeth..." he said, holding his cock in one hand and using the other to press his hard dick against his daughter's lips. "Be a good whore and open up. This will be a lot worse if you don't obey your father, cunt."

 

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Andrea cried out when he backhanded her across her already bruising face, pulling her hair even harder, yanking her head back before slapping her yet again.

She whimpered, starting to sob again as he spoke to her, pressing the head of his cock against her pouting lips. She knew he was telling the truth that it would be worse if she didn't listen to him.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slowly, relaxing her jaw as his cock pressed into her mouth, her hands at her sides, slowly starting to suck her daddy's thick, long cock.

 

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Pat groaned as his daughter finally obeyed him, taking his dick into her mouth on her own, licking, kissing, sucking... Oh the sucking was amazing. She was a proper slut; a real pro at sucking dick, and it showed in her ministrations that she'd clearly done it quite a bit. He let her bob her head on his dick for a while, before running his fingers through her long blond hair and taking a firm grip on her, and once again he started to roughly fuck her face. He forced his cock into her throat, making her gag and choke on it, over and over until finally he started to cum, holding her head down on his cock, fully buried down her throat, shooting his seed into his daughter's stomach.

He pulled out and left her on the floor of the shower, panting and gasping for breath. He took a towel and dried himself off and walked out into her bedroom. He grabbed her car keys and cell phone on the way out the door and took them to his room, hiding them away. He smoked another bowl and quickly fell asleep...

 

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Andrea closed her eyes when her father grabbed the back of her hear again, forcing her tight against his body, her throat contracting around his cock, making her gag and choke on his cock as he forced it into her throat.

She moved her hands back to his thighs, this time just for support as he face fucked her harder, his cock throbbing in her throat as he came, his thick hot cum dripping down her throat, into her stomach.

Her body fell to the floor when he released her body from his grip, and she gasped for air, her chest heaving with each deep breath she took, her makeup staining her cheeks and her body aching as he left her alone in the shower.

As the water grew colder, she forced herself to get up and finally turn off the water. She dried herself off with a clean white fluffy towel before wrapping her pink robe around her and going back into her bedroom, changing into sweats and a tshirt. She looked desperately for her phone and her keys, searching her purse and and top of her dresser, even behind it and in and under it, failing to find the essential items she would need to escape.

She knew he had a monitoring program on her computer, and that would be useless to her as well. Andrea walked back into her bathroom and took two of the Vicodin she had leftover from her stay in the hospital after her locker room punishment and got into her bed, pulling the covers tight around her, drifting off to a drug induced sleep.

 

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Pat awoke a little before noon; today was a big day. He started off by snorting a fat line of coke, which woke him right up. He put on a teeshirt and sweatpants and grabbed the plastic baggy full of the white powdered cocaine and headed to Andrea's room. She was still passed out in her bed; he sat down on the bed next to her. He wet a finger with his tongue and stuck it in the bag of blow, pulling out a significant amount. Her mouth was open and he slid his finger inside, wiping all the blow into her cheek before placing his hand over her mouth to keep her from spitting it out.

She woke up right away.

"Now you're gonna be a good girl today, got it, whore? My friends are coming over for some poker and football and you're gonna be a perfect little hostess, and do every fucking thing you're asked. You will not like what happens if you refuse. Got it, little whore?" He used his grip on her head to forcibly move it up and down, making her nod in agreement.

"Now put on some tiny shorts and a thin tank top with lots of cleavage. No bra. No panties." He let go of her, stood up, and walked out to set up the living room for the guys.

 

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Andrea slept soundly, a deep dreamless sleep, her body and mind numb to the outside world. Her mouth was open slightly as she slept, a soft snoring sound escaping as she breathed.

Her sleep was broken quickly and harshly, her heart racing from both the cocaine her father had rubbed on the inside of her cheek, and being startled being forced to wake so quickly.

She rolled onto her back as he spoke to her, his hand gripping her hair, forcing her to nod in agreement of being his slave for the weekend. She knew she had no other choice, and without a way to escape, she was terrified of what he would to to her once she was alone with him is she didn't obey his every word.

She stayed in her bed as he left, enjoying the last few minute of peace before a weekend of hell. She finally pulled herself out of bed and walked over to her dresser, opening the middle drawer and running her hand along the outside of the bottom panel of the drawer, pulling the small bag she had taped there. She went to her window and wrapped a blanket around her bruised and battered body and pulled a joint out of the bag, taking a deep long drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs and cloud her mind before exhaling. She smoked the entire thing before walking to her closet and going to a shelf in the back, finding a pair of shorts and a top to meet her father's request.

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