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WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the following:
Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, torture, incest, degradation,
underage characters. If these things offend you, do not read.
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                        WHEN DAWN BREAKS by V.P. Viddler

      "Want to see Dawn lose control?" I said to Rob. "It's such a beautiful
sight."

      Dawn shook her head, her eyes begging. Dawn was sitting in a chair, with
her arms tied behind her around the back, a rope lashing her wrists together
and securing them to the chair. Dawn was clothed, but her shirt was unbuttoned,
the inner bulges of her breasts showing. And her skirt was shoved up to the
tops of her thighs. To the bottom of her panties. And Dawn's legs were bare.
Except for the two ropes. One rope was wrapped tightly around her ankles,
holding them fast together and also binding them to the lower rung of the
chair. The other rope was wrapped tightly around her legs, just above the
knees. Both ropes were lashed so tightly that Dawn's flesh bulged around them,
above and below them. And Dawn's bare legs, bound that way, captive and
helpless, made my blood boil with lust. So beautiful. So bare and bound and
curvy. So luscious. Such sculpted, molded, shapely, delicious calves. Such
defenseless, smooth, long, gorgeous, mouth-watering, savory, beckoning thighs.
Such flesh, such skin bulging around the ropes, such bound, unmoving, squirming
legs.

      I couldn't do anything but look at them, watch them, want them. Touch
them. With Dawn sobbing and squirming in that chair. Touching all of them.
Hands sliding. With Dawn crying and twisting and begging and pleading. For me
to stop.

      Until Dawn lost control.

      Dawn didn't want to. Dawn fought against it, always. She hated doing it,
hated herself for it, almost died with humiliation and shame. But couldn't stop
it, couldn't hold it back, and would have killed herself rather than have me
see her in such a state. Loving it, I would watch as Dawn lost it, struggled
frantically to hold back, couldn't control it as it took over her body, and I
would watch, gazing at her lovely distorted face, twisting, glazing, turning
crazy with passion, with need, with strain, with shame, with helplessness.
Gasping. Shaking. Crying. "No. No. God no, I don't want to, no, please god
no..." And begging for mercy even as she was beginning to beg for satisfaction.

      Which Dawn did finally, in spite of herself and her awful burning horror
and shame. "Do it do it oh please stop no do it Christ do it to me I can't
stand it please oh god please don't stop I can't oh yes no yes yes please yes
no no don't oh give it to me do it no please oh please oh dear god I can't I
can't please more for god's sake please," and on and on and I would watch as
her body twisted and writhed and Dawn tried even now to turn away so I wouldn't
see that gasping mouth, that straining face, but I would watch it all.
Thrashing legs, arching torso, rolling breasts.

      So now, watching Dawn's bound and curving legs, I said to Rob: "Want to
see Dawn lose control?"

      "No," Dawn begged, shaking her head, her long dark hair moving. "No.
Please, Jim. Not that, please."

      And Dawn went on pleading as I ran my hands up and down those soft,
curving, bound legs, calves, thighs, up and down, back and forth, and I told
Rob to touch those high, full breasts. Dawn writhed and twisted in that sturdy
chair as Rob did that, rubbing her first outside her shirt, and then sliding
his hands inside that open shirt and rubbing, squeezing, caressing those
luscious bosoms, and Dawn fought it as hard as she could, fought with all her
might not to give in to it, but at last it was no use and our sobbing, pleading
girl was losing control and Rob and I watched that face, stroked that body,
listened to that sound of mingled horror and wanting as Dawn begged us to do it
to her, begging, crying, twisting until she upset that chair and sprawled on
the floor, bound and luscious, and I cut her legs loose and took took took
took...

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       "I hate you," Dawn said.

      She was lying on my bed, spread-eagled, tightly stretched, wrists and
ankles roped to the four corner bedposts. Body taut. Arms and legs taut. Long
dark hair loose. Not naked. Black shirt pulled open, showing most of her
breasts. Blue skirt pulled high up over her thighs. Outspread legs bare. Dawn's
legs. Fantastic. I wish I could explain about Dawn's legs, Dawn's calves,
Dawn's thighs. I can't.

      "I know," I said. "I know you do, darling Dawn. Now tell me what you want
me to do to you."

      "No," Dawn said.

      "Go on," I said. "Tell me. You know you will. You know how you want it."

      "Don't," Dawn said. "Please. Bastard."

      "Tell me," I said. I was touching her. Lightly. Touching.

      "Don't," Dawn said. Panting. Writhing. "Stop," Dawn said.

      I didn't stop. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Dawn," I said.

      "I want it," Dawn said, crying. "I want you to fuck me. I want it. I want
you to take me. Please. Do it to me now. I want it, I need it, oh Jesus I hate
you you bastard you filth you cocksuciking son of a bitch now please do it now
please I want it damn you I have to have it plese do it please do it fuck it
I'll do anything you say, please, please, please, please, don't no please oh
Jesus you dirty fuck please don't no yes do it I want it oh oh oh oh oh I'll
kill you please god please I'm begging now, yes, I'm begging, what do you want,
I can't stand it, please."

      "What about Rob?" I said. "Don't you want him to fuck you too?"

      "No! Yes! Damn you! Him too, anything."

      "How about Danny?" I said.

      Dawn looked at me, sobbing. "You can't," Dawn said.

      "Yes," I said.

      "I won't," Dawn said.

      "Okay," I said. "I'll just have to talk you into it." And I did some
things to her. Loving things. Painful things. Until Dawn said, "All right I
will yes Danny too yes I will yes please stop now," and I said, "Tell me to
bring Danny in," and Dawn said, "God god I can't do this."

      ":Tell me to bring him in," I said. "So Danny can watch you this way."

      "Oh Jesus god have mercy," Dawn said.

      "Watch you this way. And hear you beg for him to fuck you. Begging Danny
to do anything he wants with your body. Right, Dawn darling?"

      Dawn was crying.

      "Tell me," I said.

      "Bring him," Dawn screamed. "Bring him. I'll do it, I'll do it, yes okay,
let him fuck me, I'll do it for all of you, all of you. Bring him!"

      "Will you tell him that you want to suck his cock?" I said. "Take his
cock into your mouth and suck him off? On your knees? Will you crawl for him
and kiss his feet and tell him you are his toy, his plaything, his submissive
and cock-sucking slave sister? Will you, Dawn?" Touching her. Doing things to
her. Loving things. Painful things. Dawn writhing and twisting. Rob touching
her too. Her round, rolling breasts. Her tightly pinioned torso. And her
unbelievably sexy, long, curvy, shapely, fantastic, fabulous, salacious,
mouth-watering, helpless, outspread, defenseless, luscious, gorgeous, sensuous,
arousing, mind-boggling, soft, smooth, erotic legs.

      Dawn screamed and screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll do it, I swear, I
promise, I'll do it all, I'll do it, I can't, please no please no please yes oh
Jesus yes I want you I want you all of you I'll crawl let me go."

      "No," I said. "I love you this way, all tied up, hurting, screaming,
helpless, squirming. I want you this way forever."

      Rob was rubbing his cock on Dawn's face, putting it between her pretty
young lips and then coming all over her face and her hair.

      "Get Danny in," I said.

      Danny was so anxious to fuck his sister that he simply raped her before I
could make her say anything, but afterwards Dawn spent a full hour with his
cock in her mouth, crying, as she told him how it was. Danny and Rob and I had
Dawn all the ways we could think of as Dawn screamed. "No no yes do it no stop
please no yes oh please please..."
 
