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“Really, Eliza,” said Henry, his eyes on her chest, “I think this is a little much. Blaming a ghost for your slutty behaviour? I don’t know what… er… possessed you to send these videos – or to cut up your clothes – but it’s clear you need a little more discipline.”
“But it’s true!” Eliza wailed. “I don’t *want* to do these things.”
Surely if her father truly understood that she wasn’t *consensually* being a slut, then he would…
“I don’t think spanking her ass worked, dad,” said Zane. “Did you see her yesterday? I think she was turned on by it.”
“What do you suggest, son?” asked Henry.
“Well, the men that used to live here – with that girl – I heard they used to spank her… well, her cunt,” said Zane.
“You can’t be serious!” protested Eliza.
Henry nodded. “Help me get her up on the table,” he said.
Zane grabbed Eliza around the waist, and lifted her up bodily as she struggled. With Henry’s help, they got her onto the table, tits up, and then Zane held her arms while Henry pushed Eliza’s legs apart and stepped between them.
“This is for your own good, Eliza,” he said – and then he began to slap her cunt.
Eliza howled with pain on each blow. Her pussy was sensitive – it wasn’t designed to be spanked! And yet with each fresh burst of pain she felt herself wettening with arousal.
Was it the ghost? Was it her supernatural tormentor making her sluttily aroused from having her twat beaten?
But the ghost had never done anything to her during the day. This was all her own fault.
The blows began making wet slapping sounds as her cunt grew wetter. Her father’s hand was coming away from her pussy with moisture on it.
She felt a painful, humiliating orgasm drawing near.
And then her father stopped.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Eliza?” he asked.
She almost moaned with frustration. Her cunt was so wet, and with a little more she could have release.
What had her father asked her to say yesterday?
“Thank you for spanking my cunt, daddy,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for being a slut. But I think I need more… ten more. Please.”
Her father shook his head in disgust – and then resumed beating her pussy.
On the tenth blow, she orgasmed. She tried to hide it, but her whole body bucked and shuddered. Her father and brother had to know that she had just cum from having her pussy beaten.
“I don’t think there’s any point in buying you any new clothes until we solve your discipline problem,” said her father. “You might just cut them up again. And since you can hardly leave the house dressed like that, you won’t be able to work or study – so I think it’s only fair that you become responsible for all the household chores. I expect you to do all the cooking and cleaning from now on, Eliza.”
Something about that felt right – a memory from her night-time visitor. A woman’s place was in servitude.
“And you should take away her phone,” said Zane. “So she doesn’t do… anything inappropriate with it.”
Eliza dimly realised that she was becoming a prisoner in her own home – unable to leave it, unable to communicate with anyone outside it.
There was nothing she could do.
She spent the day engaged in menial chores, and cooked dinner for the men, and went to her bedroom tired.
“What do you want from me?” she asked the empty air. “Can’t we make a deal? Please, stop doing this to me.”
There was no answer – but Eliza felt a tingling in her pussy, and she imagined she heard a cruel feminine laughter in the air.
She looked at her bed – and at the heavy iron shackles that were still attached to it.
She decided that she could stop herself from visiting her father and brother in the night, at least. She didn’t have the key to the shackles, but her father did – it had come with the house keys.
She climbed into bed, and placed her legs in the shackles, spread apart, and let them lock. Then she likewise locked her wrists, so that she was chained spreadeagled to the bed.
There would be no sleepwalking tonight.
She feel asleep – and woke again, somewhere near midnight. She felt herself straining at the shackles, trying to get free. Her pussy was wet, and she wanted to masturbate so badly that she felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Her father’s cock needed to be sucked. She was failing him by staying in bed. She was a bad girl. Her brother needed to cum. He needed his cumrag sister. She was stupid and useless. A girl who wasn’t being fucked wasn’t worth anything at all.
Then, suddenly, her bedroom door opened.
It was her brother – naked.
“I came to check on you,” he whispered. “You didn’t come to visit me.”
Part of her wanted to tell him to leave, that she was possessed by a ghost and she didn’t want to be near him. Part of her wanted him to free her, so that she could rub her pussy while she masturbated him.
Instead, she heard herself say, “Isn’t this better? You can do whatever you want with me, Master.”
He came closer and stood beside her. The moonlight through the windows let him stare at her exposed tits – and let Eliza stare at his erect cock.
“Are you really… possessed by a ghost?” he said. “Am I talking to Eliza right now?”
“All girls are interchangeable,” she replied. “We’re just tits and cunts. It doesn’t matter if I’m your sister or a slave or a whore. I don’t even deserve a name. You can just call me cunt or bitch.”
“Do you remember… doing this in the morning? When you’re with me?” asked Zane.
“It doesn’t matter what a girl thinks or remembers,” said Eliza. “But I promise you there will never, ever be consequences for anything you do to me.”
Zane reached out and rested a hand on her breast. Then he squeezed.
Eliza moaned.
He squeezed harder. Then he began to pump his cock with his other hand, aiming the tip towards her face.
“God, you’re such a cunt,” he moaned – and when she didn’t object to him using those words, he seemed emboldened. “Dumb slut,” he spat, squeezing her breast harder – hard enough to hurt. “Stupid whore.”
And then suddenly he was cumming – all over her face, covering her with his spunk. Eliza wanted to turn away, but the force possessing her made her keep looking at him and smiling as his semen went in her eyes, her nose, and mouth.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered when he was done.
Zane pulled on her tit, while leaning forward, so that he could wipe his dick clean on her titflesh. Then, without another word, he turned and left.
After a while, Eliza fell asleep again.
When she woke, it was morning – and her father was standing over her, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.
“What’s this, Eliza?” he asked.
Eliza thought he was referring to the shackles.
“I chained myself up so I wouldn’t sleepwalk,” she said. “But you have the key, right?”
But that wasn’t what he meant.
“Whose cum is on your face, Eliza?” he asked.
Eliza went bright red. She couldn’t lie. Her father knew it wasn’t his.
“Zane’s,” she said.
“Have you been cockteasing your brother, Eliza?” asked her father.
“No!” she objected. Except… she had been, in a sense. Though not willingly. “I mean… the ghost…”
“I don’t want to hear any lies about ghosts,” growled her father. “I’m beginning to realise that I have a slut for a daughter, and I have to get used to that.”
He looked at her for a minute – and then, slowly, he extracted his erect cock from his boxer shorts.
“Open up,” he said.
“No, daddy,” Eliza protested. “I only did that because the ghost made me. I didn’t really want to…”
He slapped her cum-streaked face.
“I said open up,” he growled.
She did open her mouth – in shock – and when she did, he grabbed her hair, and pulled her face towards his dick. She had no choice but to allow it into her mouth, and then begin to suck.
Eliza wasn’t possessed by a ghost now. She wasn’t showing any sign of consenting. In fact, she struggled, trying to pull away – but her father held her tight, and began humping against her face.
She was being raped by her father. She was chained up and could do nothing to stop it.
And her pussy was once again wet.
He came into her mouth before long, and she swallowed, and then he let her out of the chains. He frog-marched her naked into the kitchen, where they found Zane.
“It seems Eliza has been something of the cocktease the last few nights,” said Henry. “I don’t blame you for being unable to resist her, son.”
This was clearly a relief to Zane, who had looked terrified when he first saw his cum still visible on his sister’s face.
“She comes into my room at night…” began Zane.
“Mine too,” said Henry. “She’s been a complete whore. It’s not reasonable to expect two adult men to resist a girl who’s so persistent in trying to tease our cocks. It’s time that Eliza learned that actions have consequences. From now on, if Eliza causes sexual tension in either of us, I believe we should use Eliza to relieve it.”
“We should just… fuck her?” asked Zane, nervously.
“Daddy, no!” squealed Eliza. “I’m a virgin! And you’re my family!”
“You’re only a virgin in your cunt, Eliza,” said Henry. “You’ve been very active with your mouth.”
“It’s not me!” wailed Eliza. “I didn’t want this! It’s the ghost!”
“She’s stil telling those lies about ghosts, dad,” said Zane.
“How should we discipline her?” asked Henry.
“Maybe her tits this time?” said Zane. “And… I feel like names are a privilege. Maybe we just call her a cunt and a bitch until she learns her lesson.”
“That’s a fine idea,” said Henry. “Eliza, get down on your knees, and lift up your tits with your hands. Be sure to tuck your thumbs underneath.”
Eliza didn’t quite understand, but she did what she was told – and then her father took off his belt, and doubled it over in his hands, and suddenly she *did* understand.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
His hard leather belt cracked into her titflesh, leaving long red welts, and Eliza screamed. He hit her again and again. She thought he might stop at ten, but he kept going, and by the time he finally *did* stop at twenty, her breasts had significant bruises.
“Zane, would you plug her mouth, please?” asked Henry.
Zane, obligingly, took out his cock and forced it into his sister’s mouth, and watched her suck on him as she cried. When he managed to happily ejaculate into her mouth despite the fact that she was crying, Eliza knew that there would be no release from this nightmare. Her father had decided that he preferred having a submissive suckslut to having a daughter, and her brother would rather have a cumrag than a sister.
“Thank you for beating my tits, Master Henry,” she said when it was done. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master Zane. I’m sorry I’m a slut.”
Both men felt some level of guilt for doing this to her, certainly – but they both made the decision to transfer that guilt outwards, onto Eliza, and treat her with even more cruelty.
They left her to do the household chores – but around lunchtime her father came into the bathroom while she was scrubbing the bathtub. He watched her for a moment – and then took out his cock and began to piss on her.
She squealed, but that just resulted in getting some in her mouth, so after that she stayed silent and let it happen. When her father’s bladder was empty, he grabbed her wet hair and forced her face against his cock, and she sucked him off again. She showered herself clean when he was gone.
She served them dinner in the evening, and her father made her suck Zane’s cock under the table while they ate. When they were done, he declared that her cooking hadn’t been very good, and with Zane’s help he dragged her to the bedroom and forced her legs apart so he could spank her pussy another twenty times.
“What about her cunt, dad?” said Zane. “Are we going to let her stay a virgin?”
“Well, son, we need to test this little bitch,” said her father. “Tonight I’ll lock all the doors and windows. If she can stay in bed all night, without using the shackles, and without cockteasing us, then in the morning we’ll consider giving her back some privileges. But otherwise it’s clear that the life of a fuckdoll is the life that she wants.”
And with that, they left her in her bedroom.
Eliza tried her best. She tried to not fall asleep. She thought edging would keep her awake – albeit horny – and so she began to masturbate. Her plan was to not let herself cum, but she was foiled by two factors. The first was that her cunt was sensitive from spanking, and it *hurt* to masturbate – and the pain just made her hornier. The second was that whenever she let her mind drift, it went to the taste of her brother’s cock, and the satisfaction she got from giving her father a blowjob. And it began to think about what it would feel like to have her father or brother rape her cunt.
And then she would orgasm.
After her third orgasm, she fell asleep.
At midnight she rose and went to her father’s room. She climbed into bed next to him and began stroking his cock. She confessed that she *was* possessed, and the real Eliza hated the thought of fucking her father, but that there was nothing that Eliza could do about it. She told her father how the imprisoned slave girl had been trained with beatings and fuckings until she truly loved her enslavement and could not even imagine defying her masters.
She suggested that training *her* would be a lot faster than it had been with the slave girl, because the slave girl’s ghost would help. And that once Eliza was trained, she could be allowed out of the haunted bedroom – perhaps to sleep in some kind of cage – and then Henry could abduct *other* girls, and chain them up in the haunted bedroom, and begin the process of training them too.
She didn’t let her father cum – just edged him for nearly two hours – before leaving and going to visit her brother.
She edged Zane too, as she told him that Eliza wasn’t a lesbian and *hated* the thought of kissing or fucking girls, but that once Eliza was properly trained she could be forced to go and seduce attractive women and bring them home for threesomes with Zane. She could even be told to *rape* women, just for the pleasure of Zane’s cock as he watched.
Then she went back to bed.
She woke in the morning to the feel of being lifted from the bed and placed on all fours – and then the sensation of her father pushing his dick into her virginal pussy.
When she opened her mouth to scream, Zane, standing in front of her, plugged it with her cock.
“Damn, this bitch feels good,” said her father.
“I still wish you’d let me take her cunt first,” complained Zane.
“Privileges of seniority,” said Henry. “We can take her out the back and shove a hose up her cunt if you want her clean before you take your turn.”
“Maybe I just use her ass this morning,” said Zane, “and try her cunt in the evening.”
“Makes sense,” said Henry. “No point in leaving her with any virginity in any of her holes.”
Eliza struggled, and tried to escape, but that just seemed to make her father and brother harder and hornier.
And in any case, her cunt was wet, and despite the fact it was daytime, and she was free of the ghost, she knew that soon she was going to cum.
Cum from being raped by her father’s cock. Cum from sucking her brother’s dick. Cum from the knowledge that her father and brother were going to abuse and rape her for the rest of her life, and enjoy doing it.
When the orgasm came, it was the best one she had ever had.
And she only had herself to blame.
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