The Devil Inside
Lola Swain
Copyright 2012 Lola Swain and Pulp Friction Publishing, Inc.
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between persons living or dead are purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story of hot, taboo sex are eighteen or over.
This novella is made up of the compiled books in the series of The Devil Inside, sexual, dreamy and wickedly horrific stories of the devil Lucien Trucido and his six children: Lyric, Nico, Rose, Alexander, Serene and Julian.
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“The devil himself is perhaps--skin.”
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
“Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do.”
John 8:44
Why do you do it?
Seriously, why do you kill yourselves trying to please people, bending over time and time again to make them approve of you?
You constantly compare yourselves to others, and as a result, you constantly feel less than.
Why do you kill yourselves trying to please anyone? Don’t you know what I know? What all of us Trucido kids know? There are no others, there is only you. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
My Papa Lucien took my five brothers and sisters and I from our mothers when we were all six years and six months old. He took us after our mothers all killed themselves.
On the night myself and my brothers, Alexander, Nico and Julian, and my sisters Rose and Serene were conceived, Papa told our mothers their children would be wicked, have no use for them and six years and six months from that night he would return and take us from them; not one day before or one day later. He also told our mothers they would all kill themselves on the day he came for us. And as he does every time, what Papa foretold, came true.
Twelve years ago we came to live with him and he raised us as a gang. We know we can always count on each other, we will forever eat, drink, sleep and fuck His truth, and that we will always get whatever it is we want. Simply because when we think it, we live it and when we live it, we always achieve it.
That is Papa’s word and it always comes true. You see, Papa is the Devil. The real deal. My father injected the basic tenets that make him who he is into all of us: that death comes to the weak while the strong live forever, that just as fire, earth, air and water are absolutes so is rebellion, non-conformity, intellectualism and sex, that the worship of the self is the only worship permitted and that lex talionis, the law of retaliation, is the only law to uphold. So you see there is nothing in those truths that you should not adopt or make your own. But I cannot force you into anything. Actually, I can, but I won’t. If you aren’t interested in domination over your weakness and the weaknesses of others, that’s fine. Leaves more for us.
Papa insisted that we all remain virgins until our eighteenth years. It was a bit of a drag for us, who became interested in our flesh and the flesh of others at a very young age. We were never restricted in what we could watch or read, as long as we watched and read. We were never restricted on what we said or did, as long as we said and did. But fornication was not allowed.
We could play around with others and each other, suck the spit off the tongues of those who wanted us, but insertion and orgasm was off limits. Papa believes that the release of that force, the energy after being fucked, is something that would turn loose the anarchy that was pent up inside of us. That in order to realize his plans, we had to understand the components which made up the plan. Fucking is energy, energy spent and energy stored. It releases the beast and if you aren’t ready for it, you better duck because if it comes at you before you’re ready, you’re in trouble. Fucked, so to speak.
But we also had to master self-control as we grew up and that was a very hard thing to learn. I remember being in the library reading something especially sexy and feel this pressure invade my pussy, causing it to ache, my clit swelled and throbbed. My brothers, as all teenage boys do I know, had perpetual hard-ons. They’d be doubled over in pain and Papa stood over them and forbid them from using their hands or each other’s mouths from relieving the pressure from the their cocks.
My sisters and I would rub our pussies against anything we could find, furniture, other people, each other. We were like cats in heat, all us kids. And just when the boys were stroking their cocks to the point of busting a nut, or us girls were about to explode in orgasm grinding our dripping wet cunts against what or whomever was available, Papa appeared out of nowhere, lifted us by our arms, got right up in our faces and screamed, “No!”
He threw us in tubs of freezing water, leave our arms tied to our bodies for days, do whatever it took to get rid of that urge. We could not orgasm until he said. And as a result, my brothers who had legions of female, and male for that matter, admirers because they are hot had no girlfriends. And I and my sisters had no boyfriends or girlfriends. Papa wouldn’t take the chance that we could control ourselves. He amped up, what he referred to as, the Control Sessions.
We have a home theater in our penthouse. During the Control Sessions, Daddy placed all of us in the movie chairs naked, far from one another and first showed mildly sexy movies and then full-on porn. Our job was simply not to cum. It was torture, first to be among the incredibly hot bodies of my brothers and sisters and then to have the stimulation of whatever was being shown on the projection screen. The boy’s hard-ons practically touched the ceilings and my sisters and I felt as if we would slide off our chairs from the wetness of our cunts. We were literally sitting in puddles. We were forbidden from touching ourselves.
I caught Rose cheating during one of Papa’s movies. I looked at her nipples and I swear I could see them throbbing, pink nubs that begged for a mouth around them to suck. Her flat, toned stomach heaved up and down. Then I looked at her legs, she rubbed them together up and down and then opened and closed her legs wildly like a bird flapping its wings. I knew what she was doing; she was going to cum.
“Papa!” I called. “Rose is cheating!”
“Lyric, you fucking bitch!” Rose screamed at me.
“I don’t want you to do it Rose. You have to save yourself!” I yelled back.
I was trying to be a good sister. I wanted Rose to achieve what we all would achieve by waiting.
“Rose?”
“Yes Papa?” said Rose.
“Were you cheating as Lyric says?”
“Yes Papa I was.” Rose said and hung her head. “I am sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
Papa stood on the stage in front of the projection screen and shook his head. I was scared. The boy’s cocks deflated instantly.
“How many times have I told you children? The mastery of control over your bodies is the first step. Not until you can control your own bodies, can you control the bodies of others. Don’t you understand this?”
“Yes,” we all said in unison.
“Then why?” he cried. “You only have a bit longer to go. You will be fucked soon. You will all be brought to orgasm soon. But first you must master the control.”
“We’re sorry,” we mumbled.
So for our next Control Session, we were tied down by our ankles and wrists to the chairs we sat in. The feeling is agonizing. Sort of like being bitten by a million mosquitos and not being able to scratch. It’s excruciating.
Papa brought in a woman. Her name is Elizabeth and she works in his office as a secretary. Papa owns a large conglomerate that controls restaurants throughout the world. Elizabeth has been in his life since we were young. I didn’t like her at all. She follows Papa around like a puppy and always hangs around our home. She is his slave.
Elizabeth is beautiful though. Serene calls her fat, but I think she’s pretty close to perfect; huge tits, small waist and a big, firm ass. She wears provocative clothes and I know she thinks she turns Papa on. I know she wants Papa to make her his, but he won’t. Ever. Papa has lots of women like Elizabeth at his beck and call. Papa doesn’t need to be married to any of them. Why limit yourself?
So Papa brought Elizabeth into the theater and all us kids were there, tied by our ankles and wrists to the chairs and naked. He led Elizabeth in and turned her around on the stage of the theater. She looked out at all of us and became upset.
“Lucien, what the hell is going on?” she asked.
“Elizabeth, you’ve been with me a long time, no?” Papa said.
“Yes Lucien, but when you invited me here to watch a movie you made no mention of this,” she said and gestured at us.
Nico giggled.
“Yes, I know you may consider me bringing you here under the guise of watching a movie false pretenses, but Elizabeth, you said you would do anything for me did you not?” Papa said and stroked Elizabeth’s breasts outside her shirt.
“Yes, I meant it too. But Lucien, this doesn’t seem to be right,” Elizabeth said.
“Ah, right. What is right Elizabeth? Is it right to lie for personal gain? Is this not what politicians do every day? Is it right to deceive for personal satisfaction? Is this not what you do to your own husband when you fantasize about me fucking you?” Papa said.
“Wait, you’re married?” Rose asked.
Elizabeth hung her head and all of us, Papa included, laughed.
“Come on Papa,” Julian said, “I’m getting bored with this display.”
“Okay you impatient boy.” he said and turned to Elizabeth.
“So, what will it be Elizabeth?” Papa said and knelt at her feet.
“Lucien, I will do anything for you, but this is ludicrous!”
“Okay, you do not have to do this.” Papa said and dragged his soft hands up her legs and under her skirt.
Elizabeth wobbled on her feet as Papa massaged her thighs and continued up her skirt to her pussy. She leaned against his shoulders with her hands to steady herself and he brought his hands out from underneath her skirt.
“Fine, you can go now Elizabeth.” Papa said and stood. “I will call Larissa. There are others if you don’t want to help.”
Elizabeth’s eyes watered and her bottom lip stuck out. A child, a simpering child she is.
“But Lucien, I always help. What do you want me to do?” she whined.
“The biggest, best job ever Elizabeth,” he said staring deeply into her eyes. “I am strengthening my children. Steeling them against the begging of the flesh. Teaching them control. Help me do this, yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I will do anything.”
“Good. Now turn around Elizabeth so I can remove your skirt.”
“It’s gonna go down now,” Alexander whispered.
“He is going to go down now Alexander,” Serene said. “But unfortunately we are only going to have the pain.”
I squirmed in my chair as Papa tugged at Elizabeth’s skirt and pushed it down over her big thighs. It landed around her ankles and he knelt at her feet and lifted them one by one to fully remove the skirt. She stood before us, her nude pantyhose with the girdle panel shimmered under the can lights in the ceiling.
Papa ripped Elizabeth’s shirt from her body, exposing her large tits covered by a lacey white bra. He brought his hands to her hips, spun her around to face us and unhooked her bra. He pushed it off her shoulders and it landed at her feet on the floor. Her gigantic tits bounced and her long nipples pointed slightly downward and erect.
“Geeze, that must be some underwire,” Rose whispered.
“I kind of like those big tits,” Nico said. “I wish my face was right underneath them.”
Elizabeth blushed, her cheeks angry red, and tried to cover tits with her hands as we all gawked at her. Papa slapped her hands away and pinned them to her pantyhose.
“Let them look at you,” he said. “Let them all see what I will soon have in my mouth and on my cock.”
The notion of having Papa inside her pleased Elizabeth greatly and she stood straighter and lifted her head high. She smiled and her skin glowed. She looked beautiful really, but I still disliked Elizabeth because the truth of the matter was, initially, she was here before us, against her will. She only did it to please him.
“Rose, you want to humiliate our guest with personal attacks?” Papa asked.
Rose hung her head, but then thought better of it. You always own your words and thoughts. Always.
“Yes, I find her body offensive,” Rose said.
“You’re crazy,” Nico said, “her body is hot.”
“I don’t know if I’d say hot,” Serene said.
“Eh,” said Julian, “she’s okay.”
“I’d fuck her,” Alexander said.
Papa chuckled and his eyes bore down on me as I was still thinking of how Elizabeth’s attitude left me with a bad taste in my mouth about her.
“Lyric?” Papa said. “We haven’t heard from you. What do you think of our guest?”
Papa, still kneeling behind Elizabeth, spread her feet apart and rose up behind her and stretched her arms out wide.
“Take her pantyhose off,” I said.
Papa let her arms drop to her sides and he ripped her pantyhose from the waist, fraying them in two. She wore no panties underneath her stockings, choosing to rely on the cotton crotch to soak up her wetness. Her pussy was large, wide with a tuft of red pubic hair. It was trimmed but more than my sisters or me have. Papa spread her legs apart wider by wedging his knee in between them and once again stretched her arms out.
“Okay Lyric,” he said, “what about now?”
“Well,” I started, “I find her body to be lovely actually. Although, she needs to be waxed.”
All of the other kids laughed and Elizabeth hung her head. This irritated me even more.
“But really, it’s her attitude that pisses me off,” I said.
“Her attitude?” Papa asked.
“Yes, she acts like a whiny baby. She didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to do this in the first place, but now she is because she thinks you’re going to fuck her. Her attitude is disingenuous.”
“Very interesting point Lyric,” Papa said. “There are women, men too, who enjoy being humiliated and dominated. Perhaps this is what Elizabeth likes. Why don’t you ask her?”
“Elizabeth,” I said, “do you like being humiliated and dominated by Papa?”
“Yes,” Elizabeth whispered.
“You see Lyric,” Papa said, “Elizabeth likes it.”
“Wait Papa,” I said. “Elizabeth, do you like being humiliated and dominated by us?
Elizabeth shook her head no.
“See Papa, she only wants it from you, not from us. Her behavior and attitude is therefore disingenuous.”
My brothers and sisters all clapped. They were proud that I exposed Elizabeth to be the liar she is. Papa clapped as well and I was proud that I made him happy.
“Very good Lyric. All of you need to take a lesson from your sister. One of the most important ways to survive this life is by figuring out everything you can about your opponent. That includes their behavior, quirks, kinks and motives. In this case, their disingenuous motives.”
“Wait!” Elizabeth cried. “I am not being disingenuous, I just find it a little, uh, odd that a bunch of kids are sitting before me, naked and telling me what they don’t like about my body.”
“You see Elizabeth,” Papa said, “I am my children and my children are me. If you want me to humiliate and dominate you, well you must accept the same from my children. There is no separation. If you want to do this, you must take it from them just as you’ll take it from me.”
Elizabeth hung her head. She wanted Papa’s cock in her big, wet cunt so badly she’d allow us to humiliate her as well. Pity really.
“Okay, there’s your answer Lyric. Elizabeth is willing to have you humiliate her as well,” Papa said.
“But she doesn’t really want to Papa,” I said.
“It doesn’t really matter Lyric. She acquiesced and the fact is, she remains here. Sometimes people do things they don’t want to. Most people my dear, have to pay the price of admission. Do you understand?”
We all nodded and Papa lowered Elizabeth to her knees in front of him.
“Okay, wonderful! Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Papa said. “Lyric, you start, tell Elizabeth what to do. Tell her what you think brings me the most pleasure and what brings you the most pleasure.”
“What about her pleasure?” I asked.
“She’ll have pleasure but to you, that doesn’t matter. Our pleasure is only what matters Lyric,” Papa said. “And be commanding; no one likes a Simpering Sally, do they?”
No, no one likes a Simpering Sally. I sat up as straight as I could being that I was tied to the chair and began to tell Elizabeth what to do to Papa based on what I knew would bring him pleasure and what brought me pleasure.
“Elizabeth,” I commanded, “take down Lucien’s pants.”
Elizabeth did as she was told; unbuckling his pants and brought them down with his underwear around his legs. His cock stuck straight toward her, big and thick and hard. I heard Julian chuckling behind me. Rose gasped and Serene sighed.
“I want it too sisters,” I whispered feeling the ache come into my pussy.
“Elizabeth, bring your lips to the head of his cock and suck it into your mouth. Once inside, roll your tongue around the head and then wiggle it firmly against the ridge.”
Elizabeth followed my command and Lucien’s beautiful eyes rolled a bit back and he smiled. He turned his head and looked into my eyes and winked.
“Very nice Lyric,” he moaned.
Pleased that my instructions made him happy, I continued barking out orders at Elizabeth. Telling her to move her head back and forth and take his cock in and out of her mouth; telling her to suck hard, tickle his balls with her fingernails, and bring her mouth all the way down the shaft to the root allowing his dome to bash against her tonsils.
Elizabeth’s head moved furiously in and out like a stamping machine. She sucked Papa in all the way to the root of his magnificent cock until her nose pressed against his lower stomach and brought it back out until her teeth nibbled at the head.
“Harder!” I yelled. “Bring his cock in and out of your mouth harder.”
Elizabeth did as I commanded.
“Faster!” I screamed. “Suck that cock faster. Suck it like a baby sucking on its mother’s tit!”
Papa liked what I said and he smiled and stretched his arms wide as he slammed his cock in and out of Elizabeth’s mouth. Elizabeth reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy. Her hand blurred as she moved it side to side against her fat, wet cunt, widening her legs and thrusting her hips back and forth.
“So fucking hot,” Nico whispered. “I can’t stand this.”
“You’re not the only one brother,” Rose replied.
My pussy throbbed and the pain was unbearable. I wanted Elizabeth to make Papa cum so we could end this torturous lesson. I tried to think of everything but the scene before me: the upcoming new school year--we were going to be seniors at Wilton Day, our birthdays the following week and finally, the day we’d be deflowered.
“Fuck, end it already,” Alexander cried out.
“Elizabeth,” I yelled, “take that hand off your wet pussy and stick your fingers in his ass. And suck harder! Now!”
Elizabeth took her hand from her pussy and it glistened with the juices from her cunt. Papa parted his legs wider and thrust his hips forward until his cock was down Elizabeth’s throat to the base. Elizabeth stuck two fingers into his asshole and Papa moaned.
“Ram those fingers in and out of his asshole!” I screamed to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth pumped her fingers in and out of Papa’s asshole and she sucked so hard on his cock her cheeks practically collapsed into her face.
“Harder! Suck that fucking cock harder!” I screamed.
Papa brought his hands to the back of Elizabeth’s head and used his strength to push her face into him. His huge cock was all the way down her throat as she slammed her fingers in and out of his asshole.
“Fuck!” he screamed. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
Papa moved Elizabeth’s head from side to side and slammed it back and forth against him. She gagged when he thrust his hips deep in the last, best ramming. She brought her fingers out of his asshole and she slapped at his legs and flailed her arms wildly.
“She’s going to fly away,” Serene said and chuckled.
“She can’t breathe,” Alexander said. “I fucking love it.”
We all laughed at the sight of Elizabeth flapping her arms up and down like a seagull while Papa shot gallons of his beautiful cum into her mouth.
“Don’t you waste a drop of that you stupid bitch!” I screamed as Elizabeth gagged and sputtered. “That’s the holy seed shooting down your throat.”
Papa threw his head back and closed his eyes. He pressed his hands against the sides of Elizabeth’s head and lifted her off the floor. Her mouth still attached to his cock, she struggled against him, but it was a wasted effort; Papa is not human. His strength is unprecedented.
“Oh look, she is flying!” Nico exclaimed.
I concentrated on Papa’s exquisite face. The smile that curled his full lips up was more magnificent than the sight of paradise.
“You look beautiful Papa,” I whispered.
He turned his head and stared at me.
“As do you Lyric,” he said.
Finally Papa lowered Elizabeth back to the floor and gripped her shoulders and pushed her backward. She laid on her back choking and grabbed her throat as her legs shook side to side.
“She looks like she just ate something bad,” Julian said.
“Yes, she’s being awfully disrespectful, Lyric,” Serene said.
“Papa, will you please untie us so we can get back to our studies?” I asked.
He pulled up his pants, stepped over Elizabeth and off the stage and untied us.
“You’ve all made me very proud,” he said to us as we were ready to leave the theater.
“What about me?” Elizabeth groaned hoarsely.
“What of you?” I said. “You’re alive aren’t you?”
We all had a good laugh watching her trying to pull herself up to her knees all the while choking and retching.
“Fuck, the dramatics of it all,” Rose sighed.
“Get up, get dressed and get the fuck out of our house,” Nico said.
“Yeah, and don’t ever bring your weakness in here again,” Julian added.
“Weakness, what do you mean?” Elizabeth cried. “I took his cock, I did as she said! You all are fucking insane; he nearly killed me and I took it! What do you expect of me?”
“Nothing,” I said. “We didn’t expect much from you the moment you acquiesced. And we expect even less of you now!”
“But I didn’t even cum!” Elizabeth whined.
“And do you want to know why you won’t?” I asked.
“Yes, I deserve that much!” Elizabeth said, finally able to stand and dress.
“Because you waited. You waited for someone to tell you what to do and how to do it. You waited for someone to cum first because you thought the good deed would be returned. You’re fucking pathetic! A closed mouth doesn’t get fed and a waiting pussy obviously doesn’t get to cum. Take what you want next time. Don’t wait for it to be given.”
My brothers and sisters giggled. Our father kissed the top of my head.
“Very good Lyric,” he said. “You all did very well.”
We left Elizabeth standing in our theater and we all went to dinner in Little Italy. Papa was in a wonderful mood, as we all were. We learned an amazing lesson that day.
After that, Elizabeth continued to work for Papa but didn’t come around the penthouse and our Control Sessions ended. Our birthdays were seven days later and arrived with a loud proclamation from Rose.
“It’s here! Wake up every one!” Rose’s feet flew across the wood floors of our penthouse as she ran through the long hallways screaming.
I stretched deeply in my bed and looked out the massive windows of my bedroom. I looked across the terrace gardens, the water towers and looked through the steam rising from the rooftops across the Manhattan skyline. The sun rose, the big red ball sizzled into the sky.
“Wake up!” Rose yelled, running through our apartment and banging on walls and bedroom doors. “Come on, wake up it’s here!”
Saturday, August 24; our eighteenth birthdays and the day of our deflowering.
We all gathered in the library waiting for Papa. Waiting for our gifts.
“I’m so excited,” Serene said. “I cannot wait to find out what we get.”
“Happy Birthday everyone!” Julian said. “The day is today!”
We all hugged and kissed each other. Alexander put on some music and we danced around the room in our pajamas waiting for our gifts. Carla our nanny rolled in a massive cart filled with huge bowl-like cups of steaming coffee and dishes of pastries and breads.
“Happy birthday children,” she said. “I couldn’t be more proud of all of you; my handsome boys and my beautiful girls. This is your year. This is the time for you.”
Carla was our nanny since we came to live here. She took care of us well and was the mother-figure we never needed, but still required. She is a tough lady from the Dominican Republic. Smart and strong, she will kill anyone who tried to hurt us or Papa.
We all hushed when Papa came in. He sauntered across the library in his beautiful jewel-toned velvet robe and silk pajamas. He sat in his big chair and we all scurried across the room and sat at his feet.
“Hmmm, why so much excitement?” Papa asked and stroked the top of Nico’s head. “Is today a special day I should know about? Rose, I heard you loudest of all this morning, banging and yelling throughout the apartment. Have I missed something?”
“Papa,” Rose said, “you know exactly what today is!”
“Yes, today is Saturday.” Papa said, the perpetual twinkle of mischief in his eyes especially sparkly.
“Come on Papa,” Alexander said, “you know today is our birthdays!”
“Ah, now that you mention it, I remember something like that,” Papa said and laughed. “I suppose you little moppets are looking for gifts yes?”
“Why of course we are,” I said and hugged Papa’s leg. “We are looking for the best gift of all.”
“Yes, the best gift!” Papa said and rang the bell that summoned his butler Joshua from wherever he hid.
The heavy wooden door of the library creaked as it opened, but Joshua was hidden behind the huge clothing boxes he carried. Six black, shiny boxes, each wrapped with a single red silk ribbon and big red bow. Joshua walked around the room and handed us each a box and left.
“Well, open them,” Papa said.
We pulled the ribbons off the boxes and tore at the red tissue that covered the box’s contents.
“Oh, Papa, it’s exquisite!” Serene exclaimed as she lifted a beautiful red lace dress from the box.
Each of us girls received an equally exquisite red lace dress. The boys each received a handsome black suit and red silk tie.
“Amazing, Papa,” Nico said as he held his suit up.
“I want you to all dress in these outfits quickly and return to the library,” Papa said. “No more than thirty minutes or you may miss the best gift!”
We ran from the library clutching the boxes and dressed quickly. We were all back in the library, sitting in a row on the burgundy velvet couch, in 26 minutes.
“Impressive!” Papa said as he stood from his desk and looked at us. “You all are the most brilliant, beautiful children. I am lucky to have you as mine. You’ve always done what I’ve asked of you and never have given me a moment of trouble. You followed my lessons and learned your own. You know what you will be rewarded with as you go through life.”
Papa rang the bell again but this time Joshua didn’t walk through the door, two strangers walked through the door. Two naked strangers.
The man walked through the door first. He was muscular, with dark blond hair and dark blue eyes. His stomach was flat and as rippley as my brothers’. He was very tall, with a big, wide cock.
“Hmm...yummy!” Rose whispered.
The woman who followed the man was short, thin and very pretty. She had kinky, curly black hair and light mocha skin the color of Nico’s. Her eyes were very dark and she had beautiful perky tits.
“Yummier!” Alexander whispered.
We all laughed and Papa arranged the people side by side in front of us. He grabbed the woman’s hand and put it to the man’s cock. The woman jacked his cock and his cock grew as wide as our eyes did as it hardened.
“This children is David and this is Yvonne,” Papa said.
We all muttered hello and David and Yvonne nodded. David’s stomach moved in and out as he became excited and my sisters and I began to breathe heavier and heavier.
“These are your gifts children!” Papa exclaimed. “They are here for you and will do what you wish. You will command them and they are completely under your control. Now stand children and remove your clothes.”
We all stood and took our clothes off. David looked at all of us like we were dinner and us girls looked back at him as if he was dessert. The boys grabbed Yvonne and threw her to the floor in front of them. I looked at Yvonne, lying on the floor before these three handsome men and she spread her legs and arched her back.
“Rub your pussy,” Julian commanded.
Yvonne rubbed her pussy and moaned. She looked at all of the boys standing in a circle around her, holding their big, hard cocks and bounced up and down off the floor against her hand.
“She fucking wants it bad,” Alexander said.
“Then give it to her!” Papa commanded.
Julian knelt beside her face and Nico knelt on the other side of her and twisted her head until her mouth was in front of Julian’s hard cock.
“Suck him!” Nico ordered.
Yvonne devoured Julian’s cock and sucked hungrily at it. Alexander knelt between Yvonne’s legs, spread them wide with his hands and brought his mouth to her pussy. Yvonne bucked up and down, rubbing her wet cunt against Alexander’s face.
“Easy there girl,” Nico said. “Don’t chip his teeth!”
The girls and I watched as the boys devoured Yvonne and she them. We all began to pant, nearly hyperventilating we were so excited. Rose grabbed David by the hand and pulled him onto the floor.
“Who is the wettest?” Rose said.
We all rubbed our pussies and brought our hands out for inspection.
“Ooh Lyric,” Rose said, “you win.”
I stood over David straddling his body and Rose slammed her pussy down on his face. She grinded her cunt back and forth and side to side across David’s face as her tits bounced up and down and she yanked at her nipples.
“Sit on his cock Lyric,” Serene said and pushed down on my shoulders and lowered me on top of David’s huge cock.
I felt every millimeter of his cock as it impaled my pussy, stretching me wide, I moved further and further down past every ridge that lined the inside of my cunt.
“How does it feel sister?” Rose moaned.
“Like paradise,” I whispered.
I rubbed my clit with the flat of my palm and bounced up and down on his cock as he stretched and slammed his way into the depths of my cunt. I became even more excited when I watched the boys while I fucked David.
The boys flipped Yvonne over on her stomach then brought her to her knees. Julian knelt in front of her head and rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. Nico crawled underneath Yvonne’s body and jammed his cock in her pussy. Yvonne brought her mouth off Julian’s cock and moaned and gasped. Julian grabbed her by the back of the head and put her mouth back over his dick. Alexander knelt behind Yvonne and slammed his cock into her asshole. Yvonne screamed and Julian had to hold her head against his cock while he thrust himself in and out of her mouth.
I continued to bounce up and down on David’s hard cock. I rubbed my clit wildly as I felt a weird tingling go through my pussy and hit my clit. My breathing was heavy and I felt as if I was about to fall off the side of a cliff. I had no control over my body and I just slammed harder up and down on his cock. My arms flailed and ached and finally, I opened my eyes and looked straight into Julian’s. He winked at me and we all came.
Julian came into Yvonne’s mouth, Nico came in her pussy as he thrust his hips high off the floor nearly lifting Yvonne with him while he screamed and Alexander grabbed her hips thrust his hips deeply forward and held her tight as he came into her ass.
My clit exploded under the pressure of never having orgasmed and wanting to all my life. I felt like the top of a whistling tea kettle. The pressure from the boiling water knocks the top of the kettle as the pressure from my orgasm sent my head snapping back, my mouth opened wide and I screamed higher and louder than the loudest tea kettle in the world.
“Fuck!” Rose screamed as she steeled her knees against David’s ears and grinded her entire pussy back and forth into his face. “I’m cumming! It’s happening!”
We were still for just a moment and Serene knocked me off David’s cock onto the floor where I laid in a sweaty, breathless heap. She slammed down on David’s cock as I had and rode him to her orgasm. All the boys switched places with each other as if on an assembly line and fucked Yvonne three more times; each boy getting a turn at her mouth, her pussy and her asshole.
I jumped on David’s face and leaned forward and shoved three fingers in deep into my pussy. I grinded my clit against his nose while I fingered my pussy and squirted all over David’s chin as I came. Rose got her turn riding David also cumming as Serene and I did, while bouncing up and down on his big, hard cock.
It didn’t take long, I’m embarrassed to say, for all of us to cum properly. It was our first time after all. But when it was over, we then knew what true power is. And what happened next sealed the deal.
Papa walked to the middle of the room and pulled David and Yvonne off the floor and stood them before us. David had a bit of our blood on him and we all blushed. Yvonne looked utterly broken and stared at the floor, tears running from her eyes.
“Um boys,” I said to my brothers, “I would say that Yvonne’s is not the reaction you want any of the girls you subsequently fuck to show.”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with her Papa?” Nico asked. “We fucked her good.”
“Yes, you all did a wonderful job,” Papa said. “It’s not your fault. These people are not reacting to you, in fact, as they gave you a gift, you also gave them a gift. You allowed them to experience pleasure for a final time before they experience the ultimate pain.”
Yvonne tried to squirm her hand away from Papa, but he gripped her wrist tighter. David only hung his head and breathed heavily, his flat, ridged stomach heaving in and out in short bursts.
“What did they do?” I asked.
“They didn’t do anything; they just cannot remain after this. They cannot know our secrets because they could hurt us,” Papa said.
“Boo!” Rose pouted. “They were fun, can’t we keep them Papa?”
“No, no my darling,” Papa said. “They must be freed.”
“Mister, we won’t say nothing to no one,” Yvonne begged.
“Well if nothing else, she is guilty of horrible grammar,” Serene said and we all laughed at her joke.
“Boys come up here and hold them,” Papa said. “Girls come and move this table from the middle of the room.”
My sisters and I gathered around the ornate glass and rosewood coffee table and moved it to the end of the library.
“Now roll the rug,” Papa said. “We must not damage this beautiful rug, yes?”
We rolled the rug up and dragged it across the wooden floor near the coffee table. Papa went to the closet in the corner of the library and brought out a big white vinyl tarp. He shook the tarp out and laid it over the floor.
“Bring them here boys and lay them on the tarp.”
Daddy went to his desk and removed a large mahogany box from his lower desk drawer. He lifted the hinged cover on the box and I noticed the top of the box was lined in the most beautiful red velvet.
“It looks like blood,” I whispered and Rose giggled behind me.
Inside the box were seven knives. These knives are unlike any I have ever seen in my life. The blades are made of glass and gold casts of leaves and vines are suspended inside the blade. Thick gold strands rope around the blade and up the metal handle. Each knife has each of our names stamped in the handle in ivory.
Papa handed us each our knife.
“This is your second gift my children,” Papa said. “These knives are just for you. Use them as you have to, but always ensure the reason is valid. You must not waste a drop of your energy on something that doesn’t matter. Be careful with these children, they are not toys. They are power.”
We all positioned ourselves in a circle around David and Yvonne. David stared at the ceiling mumbling something I couldn’t figure out while Yvonne moaned and cried out, saying idiotic prayers as if that would spare her.
“Stupid sheep,” I said.
“Yes Lyric,” Papa said and kissed my forehead, “they are stupid sheep.”
We all looked to him for his command and it came finally as Yvonne’s prayer to her false profit intensified.
“Now!” Papa growled.
And at once, all six of us were on top of Yvonne and David. We hacked at their bodies with our blades, ripping skin from bone, piercing arteries and severing capillaries. We screamed and cried out as loud as they did. We covered ourselves in their blood and continued to slash at remaining skin and chop at bone. Fillets of flesh and fragments of splintered bone flew all around us long after they died. After we completely tore them to bits as if we were a pack of wild beasts, we laid silently on top of their mutilated bodies.
I felt an odd surge as I lay on top of the remains, as if someone stuck my fingers in an electrical outlet while I stood in a puddle. The hair on the back of my neck stood and I shivered as I heard some sort of crackling inside my brain. My brothers and sisters felt the same.
Saturday, August 24th, we were forever changed.
The next morning, we all sat around the dining room as Carla served us coffee.
“So, did my babies have a nice birthday?” she asked.
“Did we ever!” Nico said and we all giggled.
“Ah,” Papa said when he came into the room, “here are my beautiful young ladies and gentlemen! What are we talking about?”
“Lyric’s next victim,” Julian teased.
“Shut the fuck up!” I said and threw a croissant at his head.
“Such brash language from that beautiful mouth Lyric!” Papa said. “What do you mean, victim?”
“Lyric declared she wants a boyfriend and she chose him,” Serene said.
“A boyfriend Lyric?” Papa asked. “You aren’t wasting any time. Be careful my angel, you must still keep up your studies. So, tell me about this victim, er, boyfriend.”
“It’s him!” I said and pushed last year’s yearbook in front of his face.
I scrambled into Papa’s lap and looked at the picture with him.
“Oh, I see.” Papa said and stroked my hair. “Giovanni Teresi. Italian. Very nice.”
“Isn’t he beautiful Papa?” I said.
“Yes, very handsome my darling. But Lyric, don’t you think he’s a bit old for you?”
I was deflated.
“That’s what I said Papa!” Julian cried. “I told her Professor Teresi will want nothing to do with her.”
I blushed and hung my head.
“Now Julian, don’t defeat your sister,” Papa said. “Lyric, do you think you can have this man?”
“I thought I could. I did until they all made fun of me!”
“Lyric,” Papa said and lifted my chin, “don’t mumble, it makes you ugly. Get up from the table and walk to the mirror.”
I left Papa’s lap and stood in front of the antique full-length mirror that stands in the corner of our dining room.
“Now tell us what you see,” Papa said.
I stared at myself. The sun shone through my white nightgown and I saw the curves of my big tits, the swell of my hips and my long legs. I turned to the side and gazed at my plump, tight ass; high and jutting from my arched back. I turned toward the mirror again and studied my face. I have large almond-shaped eyes framed by long, dark lashes, a cute little nose and full, red lips. Papa always tells me my lips look as if they are stained from sucking on bushels of cherries.
“I see a beautiful girl,” I said proudly.
“Well that is what we all see too!” Papa exclaimed. “Do you see a girl who can command this teacher, this Professor Teresi?”
I turned and looked at Papa. His eyes burned into mine and I felt the electricity coursing through me again. Goosebumps sprang up all over my body.
“Yes Papa, of course,” I said. “Or kill trying.”
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
William Shakespeare
“Wake up sleepy head,” my brother Nico whispered in my ear. “It’s time for school.”
I turned away from him on my side toward my window and struggled to open my eyes. It was still dark out, though the sky was orangy-purple around the Manhattan buildings. It was our first day of school and we were seniors. I was a tingly mess. Beside the fact that I had Nico’s big cock poking me in the ass, I would see the man that I fantasized about all summer long. Giovanni Teresi, one of the professors at Wilton Day.
“What time is it Nico?” I asked.
Nico climbed into my bed behind me. He pressed the front of his hard body into my back and ran his hand down my side. I wiggled my ass into his cock and pressed it firmly against his hard bulge.
“Oh, probably five or so,” he whispered and moved my hair aside and ran his tongue up and down the back of my neck. “I want to fuck Lyric.”
I did too. I hadn’t had a man since we were all deflowered in our ritual. Papa demanded myself and my brothers and sisters wait until we turned eighteen. That’s when he held the ritual. My sisters and I fucked and killed the first man Papa brought to us. Our brothers fucked and killed the first woman Papa brought to them. It was as Papa drilled into our heads our entire lives. It was his will. And his will was done.
“I don’t have time for boys Nico,” I teased. “I will be seeing Professor Teresi in a few short hours.”
“You’re still going on about him?” Nico said and grabbed my hips and smashed my ass into his cock. “He’s not going to have you Lyric. We’ve all told you this. You’re setting yourself up for a big fall.”
“He will have me,” I whispered and reached around and dug my fingernails into Nico’s thigh. “I demand it!”
“And I demand you!” Nico said and pushed my chiffon nightgown up over my thighs to my waist. “Such a lovely ass you have Lyric. Shall I shove my cock into that round, firm ass?”
“No!” I said and tensed.
“And what makes you think you have a choice sister?” Nico said and pushed his hands through my legs and brought them up to my pussy. “It feels like you’re ready for whatever I have to give you.”
Nico ran his fingertips between the wet folds of my pussy lips as he breathed into my ear. He nibbled on my ear lobe and swirled his fingers, wet with my pussy juice, around my clit sending shivers that started in the back of my legs and ran up my ass to my lower back. I rested the foot of my top leg on the bed and spread my legs apart to give his hands better access to my pussy. I bounced up and down on the bed, grinding my pussy against his hand and my ass against his hard cock.
“Fuck Lyric,” Nico moaned into my ear, “you’re ready.” “Take that nightgown off!”
I got up on my knees and slowly lifted my nightgown over my head and threw it on the floor. Nico stood from the bed and yanked his boxer briefs down. His cock sprang out and pointed straight to the ceiling. He bit his full bottom lip and jacked his cock slowly in front of me. I grabbed my tits and tweaked my nipples. Watching Nico turned me on and I was excited at the thought of what was to come.
Nico is a beautiful boy. His mother was creole and Italian, an absolutely stunning woman. Stunning, that is, until she slit her own throat open with a shard of jagged glass from the broken mirror she threw at our father when he came to take Nico. Nico has smooth skin, the color of coffee blended with heavy cream and hazel eyes which glitter with green flecks. Mica eyes, our maid Carla calls them. He is an absolutely perfect specimen of a man. But then, our father chose all of our mothers to ensure all his children were perfect specimens.
“You want to take me like this brother?” I groaned as I got up on all fours on my bed.