#I don't think he could have been financially solvent

[blackboar]

Sorry to jump in but on Henry IV, the separation of the duchy from the crown was a good idea and was kept by his successors. It allowed a familial and private estate in which the king had more leeways than in public lands. Estate accounts until the reign of Henry V shows that income wasn't the objective of Henry IV, but securing loyalties was. Personal and dynastical loyalties. Through annuities/offices/leases, Henry IV wanted to keep and extend his big Lancastrian affinity, who would be loyal to him as the duke of Lancaster. A good idea considering the Percy/Glindwr rebellion that the affinity massively contributed to casting down. Meanwhile, Crown estates were unreliable, considering Cheshire was Ricardian and a lot of welsh flocked to Owen.

(It didn't help him with Parlement, though, because those folks kept saying that he had this massive landed estate he could take resources from, and Henry IV actively chose to not do that).

I am lowkey highkey obsessed with Thomas. He comes across as having a streak of earnestness in some things I read (it was either his knightly brotherhood agreement with Charles Duke of Orleans or his letter to Henry about how awful his situation in Ireland was) but I also like the hotheaded, reckless image of him. I think a lot of modern historians either overlook him because he wasn't around for Henry VI's minority or just tend to assume that the Battle of Bauge tells us everything about his personality and thus we end up at the hotheaded, reckless idiot image.

(also re: Henry; I think CGW says something like he could have been a good king but the way he became king meant he could never be a good king because usurpation left too great a stain on his character. That makes a lot of sense to me. Plus he got so sick just as he was starting to gain stability on the throne… you can almost sort of read this trend of Henry being like "time for kingly awesomeness! (a fun party ala Edward III; going on a military campaign)" and then ending up having another rebellion or health crisis. The dickhead was still doing it up to 1412 - he was going to lead Thomas's expedition! Until he couldn't…)

(I have written and re-written this so many times to try and clearly explain my view and I'm still not happy with it v.v)

I kind of like the mental image of Thomas as a hot head, but a hot head with a heart of gold iykwim. It really annoys me that we don't know more about him, because reading about his stint in Ireland and campaign in France knowing how much people wanted him to be heir instead of Hal really just... baffled me. The failure of those two things don't exclusively or even predominately fall on his head, it just doesn't explain why people were so ready to back him over Hal, who already had a quashed rebellion under his belt (it'd be easy to brush it off as just people really hating Hal, which they did seem to, but they also seemed to genuinely want Thomas). I think it mostly comes down to Thomas' strengths being in areas that weren't necessarily conducive to leading a country, the way Hal, John, and likely Philippa's were, but we only know of those strengths because we have been able to evaluate their and their successors achievements to examine what does make a good monarch.

CGW coming to that conclusion about Henry IV didn't make a lot of sense to me, because that book did a really good job at detailing all the ways Henry was ill-equipped to be king ^.^'''' A lot of it was definitely because of him being a usurper, like being unable to convince parliament to raise taxes because they would leverage his own promises against him, or his habit of basically never standing up for himself and then going too far in the other direction, realising how much he screwed up, and then swinging too far back again (see the Scrope debacle). And even without all the ways his being a usurper affected him, there are so many instances of him straining against the monetary confines he now has to live with (I understand why he wanted the Duchy of Lancaster to be kept separate from the crown. Terrible outcome, but understandable), or wanting to be on crusade and not being able to because he is king, or the trouble he went through for marrying Joanna because it wasn't a good marriage for a king... all of it very much suggests to me that again, the 'princely virtues' he was so often praised for over Richard did nothing to actually prepare him for running a government, and there is a lot that suggests to me he didn't enjoy it. I guess you give him more credit that I do

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shaqiraah...

Both sis gets rape

Looking at the beach house sitting on the bluff, its multi-colored stone façade and huge walls of glass sparkling in the moonlight, one could be forgiven for not guessing at the depraved events unfolding inside. Darrell groaned, his naked body covered in red marks from the constant lashing of the whip. He was tied to a sturdy, wide chair, his wrists bound to the armrests, his ankles bound to the legs of the chair.

"That’s enough, Diego. You can give your arm a break for a moment." Joquan shook his head sadly at the father and then glanced over at the captive's two young daughters sitting on the couch across from them.

"You shouldn't have stiffed me, man. I loan you money, I expect to get a return on my investment. You've had 12 months to pay up, and what do you give me? Not a DIME!" The tall, Hispanic gang leader glanced at his two lieutenants, Diego and Gurrero.

"What you think, homies? Should we fuck up his daughters and make it nasty? Show him what happens when he messes with El Jefe?"

"No please! Don't hurt them!" Darrell begged. He squirmed in his bonds, looking with agony across the way at his helpless girls, 18 and 19 years of age.

Both of his girls were wearing bikini bras and panties. They had been at their vacation house on the beach, having a beautiful day in the sun…and when they'd returned these cruel men had ambushed them. 'Sweet heavens,' Darrell thought, 'what am I going to do?'

"You want me to spare them? Okay then. You have my money, Darrell?" Joquan walked over to the older of the two daughters. Ashley had a slender body, small-to-medium breasts, and long, lustrous, brown hair tinted reddish. She was beautiful, with her mother's green tinted chestnut brown eyes.

"Please, don't touch her. It's me you should punish. I'm the one who didn't pay you back!" he begged.

Ashley's wrists were bound behind her back, and she had duct tape across her mouth. She groaned when Joquan's knife flashed out of its sheath. He sliced down her bikini, letting the wisp of cloth fall away as her breasts spilled into open view. He palmed one of them, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, groaning through her gag.

"Stop it!" Darrell shouted.

"It stops when you tell me where my money is." Joquan knelt down, slipping the flat of his blade underneath the waistband of Ashley's panties. Ashley's eyes widened in fear, her body tensing as she felt the flat of the cold blade against her skin…then felt it tear away her panty with one brutal slash. The now worthless fabric fell away, revealing her finely trimmed pubic hairs and the exposed slit of her teenage pussy.

"Mmm. Look at this fine, fine girl you helped make, Darrell! It looks like maybe you CAN pay me back after all." Joquan laughed, and Darrell's heart almost stopped.

"No please! Just give me more time. I'll pay you back. Everything! I swear!"

Joquan proceeded to shrug out of his sleeveless biker shirt and jeans. Then he yanked off his boots, socks, and slid down his boxers, chucking them across the room. He stood naked now, his cock full and erect. He turned to Darrell and gave the father a meaningful look.

"I've been taking empty promises from you for 3 months now, Darrell. Give me something concrete or this game gets a little more interesting."

Darrell wracked his brain for some answer. He'd drained his back account dry feeding his gambling habit. They were barely solvent financially, a secret he had been keeping from his wife Gloria and their children. He didn't have a secret stash or anything else he could tap into. Despair seized his heart and he hung his head in shame.

"Please. I don't…I don't have the money to pay you now."

The tall Hispanic gang leader gave a theatrical sigh. "I was afraid of that. Hmm. Now it looks like I'll have to take payment another way."

"Please don't hurt them! I'll do anything you want!"

Joquan turned back, his eyebrows quirking up. "Oh really?" He turned back to Ashley, one hand cupping her sex while he put the knife to her throat. "What about you, cutie? If I take the tape off your pretty mouth are you going to be a good girl and do EXACTLY as I say?"

The gorgeous brunette frantically nodded her head. "PLZ!" she cried.

"Okay then." Joquan's face morphed into a hideous smile. He ripped the tape away from the girl's mouth, tossing it aside as she squirmed. Then he grasped her by the neck and dragged her over to her father tied to the chair, and thrust her to her knees.

"Oh my god." Ashley said those words as she stared at her father's cock. It was fully aroused. It was sickening to see it, to realize that seeing her naked had somehow awakened this primal animal in him. She couldn't believe it. She nearly fainted as she saw the pearled drop of pre-cum form at the tip of Dad's penis.

"Lick your dad's cock, little cunt. Do it."

Ashley looked up at her captor, her jaw going slack. "You- you can't be serious!" she said, almost like a whine. He knelt beside her and put the knife to her left nipple.

"You want me to have fun carving out your tits? Are you hard of hearing, bitch? I said LICK it. Lick Daddy's cock!"

"Okay, okay! Please don't hurt us!" Ashley moaned. She leaned forward, closing her eyes as her tongue made contact with Darrell's rigid pole. She slowly licked up to the tip of his penis, then swirled her tongue around the tip, the same technique she did with her boyfriend. This was sick, but she had to do what the thug wanted or he might hurt Dad.

The sexy brunette slowly smothered Darrell's cock, her lips pushing downward as her tongue cradled the underside of his penis. Pumping back and forth, sounds of wet suction began to fill the living room as the teenager slurped on her dad's shaft. Joquan was holding her hair back. He handed off his knife to Gurrero and knelt behind Ashley. Reaching a hand around, he began to flick his fingers across her joy button, occasionally slipping them between the labia of her sex.

"OOohhh, I can't wait to feel this fine pussy hugging my fat, hard cock. Mmm. How you like the taste of Dad's dick, girl? Hmm?" Joquan whispered those nasty words as Ashley continued to move her mouth up and down, sliding her face down as she felt her dad's excited shaft deep in her mouth. Her lips formed a tight seal as she sucked, her tongue licking and traipsing across the surface as she came up for air. She lovingly flicked her tongue against the bulbous tip, then smothered him again, impaling her cute lips almost to her dad's balls, gulping and slurping louder than before.

"Oh yes! Now isn't this special, Dad, seeing your slut daughter's cock-sucking skills up close and personal? A show like this and I may consider part of your debt paid off! Keep this up and I might even let your little cunts live."

"UUhhh…No!" Darrell groaned. "Sweetie, stop it! Don't listen to him." Darrell felt shame blossom deep in his soul. He groaned louder as Ashley's face bobbed up and down, pre-cum coating her lips as she sucked harder.

"All right, that's enough slut. Now that you've gotten it nice and slick, it's time to RIDE that cock." Joquan's appalling promise was followed up by Gurrero helping him manhandle the teenage girl onto her dad's lap, forcing the girl to straddle him as Diego lined up the man's cock underneath his daughter's pouting pussy lips.

"No!! Stop!" Ashley squealed. "Please don't!" She writhed and flailed, but with her wrists bound behind her there wasn't much she could do. The lithe teenager moaned as she felt her pussy shoved hard onto her dad's hard-on. Her tight young pussy engulfed Darrell's cock like a snug-fitting glove.

"OOoh please. Take it out!" she wailed, groaning as Joquan fondled Darrell's testicles with one hand, cupping Ashley's supple cones with the other.

"Ooohh yes! Now this is HOT. Dad's teenage daughter stuffed with cock, sitting on his lap with her pussy stretched. Tell your dad how good it feels, having his cock nestled in your tight wet cunt. Tell him!" Joquan gestured for Diego to hand him his knife, and the cold slab of steel pressed to the girl's throat.

Ashley groaned.

"Start grinding on him, girl. Do it now…or I slit Dad's throat." Joquan shifted, putting the knife to Darrell's throat instead. He saw the delicious agony and panic in the brunette's eyes. The girl's breasts shook as she began to grind on her father's hard shaft, sliding her pussy up and down, her body betraying her as her nipples puckered. She continued to slide her slowly-moistening pussy on her dad's cock, pumping on his lap like a shameless whore.

Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to give Joquan and his two goons the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She felt a strange warmth in her loins and tried to ignore it. Her pussy throbbed as she felt her dad's cock stretch her more with each downward slide.

"UUuhhh!!!" Ashley sighed as she wondered if this nightmare could somehow be real. No, it had to be a cruel dream.

"Mmm. Perfect. Diego, help this slut get off as she rides Daddy's meat." Diego knelt beside the girl. As she continued to hump Darrell's cock, Diego reached over and began skillfully rubbing at the girl's clit.

"Aaahh!" Ashley wheezed, her chest heaving as her buoyant breasts bobbed up and down with the force of her naked body bouncing on Darrell's lap. Joquan stood back, watching the teenager's shapely ass bound up and down as her pussy engulfed the father's rigid manhood with an awful rhythm. It was so beautifully twisted, and the gang leader smiled.

"Yes. This is a good start. But of course the night is still young. Diego, hurry up! I want to see the slut gush on Daddy's dick."

Diego rubbed more devastating strokes against the girl's clit. He spit onto his fingers, then used the lube to more effectively pleasure her. Meanwhile he knelt forward, laving the girl's nipples and sucking them fervently, awakening more sensations as the sexy teenager's moans deepened.

"Please…no more!" Ashley breathed. "This is…so wrong."

"Stop this you sick bastards!" Darrell's protests were now loud and desperate. The father watched helplessly as her daughter's pubic muff and his became joined together, his entire shaft vanishing inside his beautiful daughter's slickening snatch. Darrell's tormented gaze fell on Ashley's bouncing tits, the desire to suck on those nipples coming unbidden to his mind thanks to savage male instinct. He ruthlessly suppressed it, but not before a new wave of shame roiled through his gut.

'I'm a monster,' he thought to himself. 'This is so, so WRONG.'

His cock was now pulsing with need, thrumming with pent-up desire as the walls of Ashley's sex hugged and milked him toward forbidden release. Her cheeks were flushed as she cowgirled atop his cock. Somewhere along the way Joquan had released the girl's wrists, and her dainty hands clasped onto her father's arms for leverage as she brought her pussy up off of his lengthy prick, only to slam her sex back down with a primal grunt.

"Tell your Dad to fuck you! Tell him how much you love his cock fucking your young pussy!" Joquan placed the flat of the knife on one of Ashley's ass cheeks. The touch alone was enough to spur her instant obedience.

"Dad…I…I love your cock sliding up my pussy." She huffed as she slammed down again, their pubic muffs sliding together as his shaft stroked her insides like a perfect sword in its sheath. "I…I like fucking you. Riding your cock, with it so deep inside me," she sighed, her nipples painfully hard as Diego continued to nip at them and lick her areolae. Diego's fingers were meanwhile steadily creating a sensation of pure bliss between the teenage girl's legs. She cooed a little, her juices flowing down to coat her father's phallus as bright crimson painted her cheeks.

"Yes. Get off on it, bitch! CUM on your father's lap!" Joquan picked up the whip and slammed it hard against the girl's shapely ass cheeks, making her wobble and writhe as Darrell's cock nestled deep between her legs. The sudden sensation around his hardness sent Darrell over the edge.

The helpless man stiffened as his cock began to spew its awful load straight up toward his daughter's womb, coating her insides with his forbidden spunk. At the same time the rush of heat and Diego's relentless fingers sent Ashley into the same oblivion. The sexy teenager squealed as her juices spattered onto her dad's lap, her cunt convulsing helplessly around her father's spasming shaft as her hands clenched around both of her dad's forearms in a death-tight grip.

For maybe ten to twelves seconds, father and daughter forgot the world and lost themselves in the throes of their mutual climax. Ashley slowly became aware of her twitching pussy and her dad's throbbing cock slowly softening deep inside her sex.

'Oh my god! What did I just do!?' Ashley wondered, appalled and ashamed. She looked down in disgust as Diego pulled her off of Dad's lap. A long trail of seed oozed from her plundered pussy, and she saw her glistening cunt cream coating every inch of her father's penis.

"Not a bad start," Joquan said matter-of-factly. He laid Ashley on her back on the floor, binding her arms over her head. He then forced her creamy thighs wide open, looking critically at the glistening mess below her light fuzz of pubic muff. It seeped from between her labia in milky-white rivulets. "Look what you did, Darrell! Coming inside your own daughter. You sick freak." There was a teasing, twisted mirth in the tone of Joquan's voice.

"Listen you've had your fun. Now…now let us go!" Darrell's voice broke, his body still heaving, frustrated, and ashamed after his recent orgasm. His sorrowful eyes were already trying to catch Ashley's attention, begging for forgiveness. The attractive girl looked up into her father's eyes, still dazed from the experience, and tacitly gave him what he hoped for.

"Aww, look at that. Dad and daughter bonding over their forced sex-play. Isn't that sweet?" Joquan stood up, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. He brought Ashley to her feet and she was able to lower her bound wrists in front of her body now, which was at least a slight improvement from earlier.

"Uuhh. What are you doing?" she groaned.

"Diego, Gurrero. You can take this slut in the bedroom and fuck her pussy HARD. Make it rough so Dad can hear!" The girl began to flail as Gurrero and Diego each took one of her arms and hustled her into the bedroom adjoining the living room in the open-concept arrangement of the beach house.

Soon the sounds of Ashley's groans and the slap of a cock plunging home, testicles swinging with a resounding slap between the girl's thighs, drifted from the bedroom into the living room. The horrific sound broke Darrell's heart.

"You sick bastard! I told you I would do anything you wanted me to if you just didn't hurt them!"

Joquan spread his hands in a 'Who me?' gesture of innocence. "Does it sound like he's hurting her? She's already come on one cock tonight. I bet she's loving it, getting her cunt plowed nice and hard by Diego's thick manhood. Is that right, Diego?"

Diego called from the other room.

"Ohhh yes, Jefe! The little slut's slit is nice and slimy for me. Darrell lubed her up good, Boss! She's…UH!!...she's taking my cock like a horny little bitch!"

Ashley's groans continued in the background as Joquan turned to the attractive blonde still sitting on the couch. The girl looked like a deer in headlights, shocked and frozen after all she had seen. She was every bit as beautiful as her sister, with a more delicately shaped nose, vivid blue eyes, and blonde hair which streamed down her back like tendrils of gleaming gold.

"Ahhh, now for the younger pussy. Have you enjoyed the show so far, little one?"

Tracie shook her head, stammering. "P-p-please no! You have to let us go, Sir!"

"No, no. I have to get my money's worth," Joquan growled. He cut away her bikini bra and panties, dispensing with them using the same savagery he had used on Ashley. Then he knelt between the girl's legs, lapping at her young pussy. His tongue nudged between her soft folds into her velvety depths as his fingers probed at her pearled nub.

"Aaahhh! Stop!!" Tracie moaned. Her bounds hand clenched behind her as the gang leader licked voraciously at her sex. He marveled at her delicate labia and the very light dusting of blonde pubic hair around her snatch as he slurped hungrily on her pussy.

"MMmm. Now why would I stop when you taste so GOOD, little slut?" He drew something from a pouch beside the couch. At first Tracie couldn't tell what it was. Then she realized that it was some kind of penetrating object. Her eyes widened as she realized it was intended to be thrust into her anus.

"This is a butt plug, sweet girl. Have you ever had anything in your tight ass? No. Well, congratulations on your first time." Joquan lubricated the tip of the triangular-shaped shaft with his tongue and then nudged it into the girl's bottom even as he continued to suck and slurp on her wet folds. The young blonde squirmed as her hands began pushing off the back of the couch, thrusting her crotch into the gang leader's face.

"Ooohh!" she moaned loudly, aware of the butt plug in her ass adding to the stimulation when Joquan's tongue stroked inside her pussy. It was dripping now, the juices tasting exquisite on Joquan's palate. The tall Hispanic captor reached up with his long arms to massage the girl's breasts, cupping them firmly as his tongue probed even more fervently.

"MMmm…that's it, slut. Let Dad watch as you spurt your creamy cunt juices. CUM for me, whore."

"No! Stop it! I'll kill you!" Darrell raged, helpless as he watched his daughter's aroused face and saw her aroused pebbled nipples as Joquan pinched them with his fingers, deepening her groans.

"MMmm…you're so wet. Yum." He growled as he sucked hard on her forbidden nub, nipping at her clitoris and then stroking it with frenzied licks of his tongue until she had no choice but to surrender. He plunged two fingers roughly into her sex, the double-fullness of the butt plug and the stabbing digits finally sending her fully into her climax.

"Oohh stop! Take out your fingers!" Tracie wailed. "You're making me…oh god!!"

"CUM, bitch. I said come for me. Now do it!" Joquan pinched the girl's nipples hard as she flooded his face with sweet feminine nectar, her body writhing on the couch as she completely lost control. Her slender nakedness spasmed like a dying animal as her pussy spewed its juices right in Joquan's face, and the gang leader lapped up every last drop as if it were the tastiest delicacy on the planet. It took nearly twenty seconds for the girl's heaving body and shaking breasts to finally still, and by then Joquan was licking his chops of the last vestiges of her taste, her scent pungent in his nostrils.

"That was amazing, little slut. Now I think you owe Dad an apology for not sharing."

Joquan looked over at Darrell just as Darrell realized that Tracie had a strange look in her eyes.

Darrell looked down and what he saw truly did horrify him. His cock had re-grown to a raging hard-on, fully recovered from his earlier orgasm. Watching his youngest daughter gush in their captor's face had turned him on like nothing else, letting the primal masculine nature in him take complete control. He wanted to sob in despair as Joquan hustled Tracie forward, a hand gripping the nape of her neck as he ordered her to turn around.

"Please, okay, I'm doing it. Don't be so rough," Tracie begged. She looked back at her dad's throbbing penis, tall and erect as a spear.

"Sit on it, bitch. Get your pussy down on it!" Joquan hissed. The gorgeous blonde sighed as she slowly lowered her pussy on it. Darrell was forced to watch his youngest daughter's teenage ass lower, inch by inch, until her pussy fully sheathed his re-energized prick. The father's agonized grunts joined the music created by Tracie's moans as the seal of her cunt lips held tightly to her father's cock. Her body pumped up and down, her shapely bottom jiggling just a little as she fucked herself on that hungry phallus.

'This is so evil!' Tracie thought. 'Why, Dad? Why did you have to get caught up with this psychopath?' she wondered, although her body was still warm and sated from her orgasm, creating waves of guilt that sent her mind reeling. 'What else can I do?' she thought. 'I have to obey him for sis's sake and for yours.'

The sexy teenager's moans grew as her pussy enveloped him, the tight-soft fit of her wetness driving him toward a second forbidden climax.

Tied to the chair, helpless and now utterly demoralized, Darrell was vaguely aware of a new presence in the room. Diego padded into the room, completely naked, his glistening cock dangling as he walked.

"I'm back, Boss. Wow, that Ashley has one tight fuck-hole! Gurrero's going at her now." Ashley's groans had turned into moans, and Darrell could hear her distant cries.

"Oh please fuck me Sir! Fuck my horny pussy! Uuhhh!!!"

Joquan grunted. "She sounds like she's enjoying herself a little too much."

"Nah." Diego grinned. "I started smacking her with my belt and telling her she better sing Gurrero's praises and beg for it unless she wants a bloody ass. After a few well-placed smacks she learned her lesson but GOOD."

Joquan's triumphant grin reasserted itself, as twisted as ever. "Well then. I'm sure Dad can appreciate how special this really is! Listening to one of his daughters get fucked hard even while his other daughter bounces like a shameless slut on his horny cock! I think you've paid back maybe a tenth of what you owe me, Darrell. Isn't that generous of me?"

Darrell's grunts continued their rhythmic pattern in time with Tracie's cute buttocks pushing down to impale her pussy on her father's manhood. The girl's slender body trembled each time she felt his hot, hard shaft stretch her young snatch. She had never felt a cock this big before. None of the three boyfriends she had ever known could compare in girth or length to Daddy's huge cock, especially without a condom. A tiny, hidden feminine instinct in her reveled in the unbelievable fullness, this impressive phallic specimen slamming up into her depths like nothing she'd ever experienced.

But of course she didn't consciously allow herself to give legitimacy to that dark, inner desire. Instead she moaned and begged for Joquan to let her off of Dad's cock.

"Please, don’t let him come inside me," she begged. "It's not right. Ugghhk…"

Joquan slid his hands along the underside of Tracie's breasts, cupping the girl's tits even as he licked across one of the girl's slim shoulders. "Quiet, little one. Shut up and fuck. Do it or Daddy's life won't be worth much. Not with a bullet in his forehead."

That chilling reminder kept the blonde girl slurping up the cock between her legs, gyrating desperately as her labia entrapped the head of Darrel's penis each time she plunged herself to the hilt. Finally Darrell could take it no more, despite the constant effort to restrain the cum bubbling up in his testicles, which yearned for release.

He growled and roared in frustration as Tracie's ass bottomed out on his lap, her cunt resting fully on his crotch as he lay nestled inside of her, balls-deep.

"NOOO!!!" Darrell's cock began to spurt, its violent twitches yielding one surge of cum after another, until his sticky goo had scoured out the insides of the blonde teenager's young pussy, rushing toward her aching womb. Joquan was pushing down on the cute blonde's hips with both hands, making sure her pussy stayed fully penetrated until the throes of her dad's orgasm ran its course.

"Ooh Dad! No!" she cried, her body trembling as Joquan pushed her back against her dad's chest. Darrell's cock slipped free, softening as the last dribbles of cum came out of the tip. Cum seeped from the blonde's well-penetrated sex, and Joquan immediately plunged two fingers between the swollen lips, stroking her as his other hand played with the girl's swollen clit.

He kept pumping that young pussy and stroking the girl's hyper-sensitive clit until she squealed and climaxed hard on his fingers, her head pressed back against her dad's chest. Darrell felt his youngest daughter shudder against his body as that second orgasm overwhelmed her. He couldn't believe all that had happened in the last half hour - a depraved forced-sex captivity worthy of only the most surreal imaginings.

"Nooo. I'll kill you, you son of a bitch." Darrell wheezed, but what little bravado he had left was quickly dissipating.

Gurrero strode into the room with one arm around the beautiful young brunette daughter. Ashley's hands were still bound in front of her, and she looked dazed. Cum streamed down her inner thighs and glistened on her pubic muff.

"We fucked this girl good. I think we're done for the night, Boss."

Joquan cupped Ashley's face, giving her a passionate kiss as the girl moaned. "Call that a farewell kiss, bitch." Withdrawing, the cruel gang leader turned back to the helpless father. He reached into the duffel bag on the table and drew out his gun.

"Well, Darrell, looks like you can't pay off your debts, and you know what happens to people who don't fulfill their promises to me."

He aimed the gun at Ashley's head.

"NO!!" Darrell's cry tore through the house.

The tall, handsome gang leader suddenly began to stroke his chin, as if reconsidering his brutality.

"Hmm, you've got passion, Darrell. I can appreciate that in a man. You know, maybe we're not done just yet." He motioned at Diego and Gurrero. "Bring those sluts over here in front of the couch."

Diego took Ashley, and Gurrero brought Tracie.

"Okay, force them both on their knees, asses high in the air." Joquan had the two girls positioned doggy style facing each other. Then he went behind Ashley and ordered Gurrero to go behind Tracie.

"Diego, be so kind as to get the butt lube from my duffel."

Ashley and Tracie froze like captured prey.

"No, don't…" Ashley begged, looking behind her. But Joquan had already handed off his gun, and was already pouring the lube along his cock, making it glisten with the oils as he spread it over his long, thick shaft. He then poured a little into her small star-shaped hole, putting two lube-covered fingers in her ass and pumping gently back and forth, widening the rim.

"UUuhhh. No, please!"

Joquan's eyes roamed over Ashley's beautiful body, his free hand dipping between her legs to stroke her exquisitely sensitive clit. "I've been wanting to fuck this tight ass the second I laid eyes on you, girl. Might as well do it in front of Dad, huh? That way he can appreciate every precious moment."

"No!" Ashley's bound hands pressed into the floor. Diego came and cut away her wrist bonds so that she could at least spread them out and keep herself from falling flat on her face. Diego had taken the gun from Joquan at some point, and now he stood back like a sentinel, prepared for anything if the girls tried to resist.

Ashley groaned as she felt Joquan's considerable cock-head nudge at the entrance to her anus. He slowly thrust himself in, just a tiny thrust, and then pulled back out. Then came the next thrust, just a bit more forceful this time, wringing another groan from Ashley's lips as she felt the fullness, like a baseball bat, enter her tightest hole.

The gorgeous teenager was thankful for the lubrication as Joquan's cock prodded at her again and again, moving deeper with each thrust. Finally, after a few solid minutes of careful nudges, he had his cock all the way inside her ass, his testicles slapping gently against her ass cheeks with each forceful plunge.

"Mmmm…Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight, bitch. It's like heaven around my cock." Joquan stopped, his cock encased in Ashley's anus, and looked over at Darrell. The man was looking at the floor, dejected and miserable.

"Diego! Make sure Dad pays attention." Diego walked over, smacking Darrell with the butt of the gun. Darrell shouted in pain and his head snapped up, eyes on Ashley as he watched his daughter's breasts sway with each thrust of Joquan's invading shaft.

Meanwhile across from Ashley, almost face to face, Tracie's lithe body shook from the efforts of Gurrero's pulverizing fucks, his testicles slapping into her shapely buttocks with each lunge. He gripped the girl's shoulders as he thrust into her, pulling her body backward to encase his cock more completely. Tracie's constant trail of grunts filled the room, her body trembling with the huge penis rammed inside her too-small anus.

"OOohhh…uggghkk!" Tracie groaned. "Stop!"

"Now isn't this special, two sisters sharing a beautiful new experience together?" Joquan said. "Ashley, kiss your little sister. I want to see some sloppy kissing. Show how much you love her. Now!"

The slender brunette groaned, still trying to come to terms with the fullness of that cock in her young ass. She leaned forward, tentatively smooching with her sister.

"Come on, bitch. Kiss her back," Guerrero growled, slapping Tracie's ass cheeks hard with the open palm of his hand.

Tracie moaned and complied, her mouth opening to accept her sister's tongue. Together the two teenage girls kissed and made out while the two brutal men rammed their thick cocks into her tight anal crevices with grunts of delight.

Watching all of this Diego's cock stiffened, hard as a slab of steel.

He walked over to Darrell, waving the gun at the two girls.

"Look at your daughters, Darrell. They're having the fucks of their lives, and all thanks to you. If you hadn't been such a worthless idiot and borrowed money from my Boss, and then pissed it all away, none of this would be happening now." The guilt clouding Darrell's face seemed to satisfy the thug. He laughed and then knelt down next to Darrell, nice and close.

"I bet you're wondering where your precious Gloria is."

Darrell's ears perked up at the mention of his wife.

"Oh yeah. Boss didn't tell you, did he? Yeah, we all took a turn fucking her until she squealed. Now she's tied up naked as you in a chair at our unofficial headquarters, watching the WIFI feed we rigged up in the living room here. Now she knows everything, Bro. About your dealings with us. Seeing what you did here, fucking both your daughters. Man, I bet she's not a happy camper, Darrell." Diego stood back up, satisfied with the devastating shock his revelation had cemented on Darrell's face as he returned his attention to the sex scene unfolding.

Gurrero was groaning, his testicles tightening as the moment of ecstasy surged through his loins like a tsunami.

"AAAhhh. The cute bitch is milking me too good!" Gurrero's hands spread the girl's ass cheeks one last time as he shoved himself forward to the hilt, bursting inside her anus. "Aaahhh. Take my cum, bitch. Right up that cute ass." He shuddered for several long moments, his body throwing all its weight into the slender blonde. Tracie groaned, feeling the heat of his cum inside her aching ass and wishing this were all a dream.

"Uuuhhhggh!" she sighed, trembling with relief as he pulled out.

But Gurrero didn’t give her long to recover. He immediately dragged her over to Darrell.

"Time for round two, slut. Hop on Daddy's dick. Look, he's hard for you…AGAIN. I guess watching you get fucked in the ass was more of a turn-on than he thought."

Stricken with complete shame, Darrell looked down at his rigid penis, standing straight up for all to see.

"No…I'm not. This isn't…" Oh god, he didn't know what to say. His body had betrayed him in the most fundamental way. Darrell shook his head frantically as Gurrero helped Tracie straddle his cock, her throbbing pussy lowered quickly onto his rigid shaft.

"Yeah, bust her cunt, Dad. Just like that." Darrell groaned as he felt his daughter's snug pussy grip his girth like a tender lover. This time was worse than last time, too, because this time Tracie was facing him, her haunted eyes looking down into his as she began to pump her pussy up and down as directed by her cruel captor. She had her hands on the armrests again for leverage, her young breasts bouncing as she impaled her wet sheath onto her Dad's thick penis.

"Oh yeah, slut. Get a nice rhythm going. Pump that young snatch on Daddy's big, hard dick. Yes!" Diego said. "Tell Daddy how much you love this."

Tracie's tortured eyes said 'Sorry' and her lips mouthed the words 'Forgive me.' The young blonde moaned, her trimmed pubic muff diving down as her cunt encased Darrell's shaft. "Ooohh Dad, I love fucking this cock of yours. It's so hard and hot in my pussy. Fill me with your nasty cum. Please…" A loud SMACK filled the room as Diego slapped the end of a whip across Tracie's butt cheeks, making her writhe on her Dad's cock and pummel the length of his shaft with added sensations.

"Make it more convincing, bitch. I want him to know exactly how much you appreciate that cock." Tracie moaned, pumping her tight wetness harder and crooning, praising her father's cock as she begged him to fuck her harder.

In the meantime Joquan's thrusting into Ashley was going strong, his stamina almost limitless. He glanced over at the young blonde cowgirl-fucking on her dad's lap, and a new idea came to him. "Aaahh. Over here, cunt. We're going to join Dad and little sis's party." Ashley sighed with temporary relief as the man's cock slipped free of her sore anus. He dragged her over and had her kneel at the foot of Darrell's chair. Her face was inches from Tracie's beautifully sculpted buttocks, which was now bouncing up and down as Darrell's cock vanished up her teenage cunt.

Joquan pointed to the stream of cum oozing out of Tracie's ass. "See that nasty cum in your sister's young ass? You need to clean that up, bitch."

Ashley's eyes widened in horror. She had already done things she would permanently regret, but she had never licked out someone's ass before. The idea revolted her.

"No! I won't!" she cried. Joquan fondled the brunette's fine ass, spreading her cheeks as he looked into her swollen anal opening.

"You obey me, I go easy, just fuck your wet pussy. You disobey and your ass gets a real drilling. Which is it going to be, slut?"

Ashley groaned. "Oh god. You're a monster. Okay, okay. Fuck my pussy." She pushed her head forward, her tongue flicking inside Tracie's ass. She tasted the salty tang of cum mixed with sweat. Her tongue laved more fervently inside her sister's tight opening as she realized that Joquan had kept his part of the bargain, his cock parting her labia as he pummeled her soft heat with frenzied thrusts.

At last, with an almost inhuman howl, Ashley heard her dad cry out his release. Somehow Tracie came too, the constant barrage of Gurrero grinding his finger against her clitoris finally sending her to the same oblivion. Father and daughter came hard, their bodies writhing like two people dying, as male cum and feminine juices gushed and intermingled. Darrell looked up into his youngest daughter's eyes as she sagged on his lap, feeling her father's hot, oozing seed now coating every inch of her insides.

"Look at this mess! Stupid bitch!" Gurrero dragged Tracie off of Darrell's lap. Darrel's crotch area was awash with seeping sex fluids, pungent in the air. Ashley's lips, smeared with the cum from Tracie's ass, now dove forward as she lapped up the combined jism from Darrell's cock and her sister's cunt cream.

"That's a good bitch. Nice! She's learning. I didn't even have to tell her that time," Joquan said. He stroked the pretty brunette's flanks as he continued to fuck her hard, his balls slapping against her thighs with each plunge into her soft, wet sheath. Finally, he too had nearly reached the limits of restraint. Grabbing her by the neck with one hand, he slipped his other hand around to cup her well-trimmed pubic muff, squeezing her clitoris gently but firmly between his fingers.

The perfectly timed jolt sent Ashley over the precipice, her young pussy gushing on her captor's ramming penis. With a muffled squeal as she slurped on the remnants of fluids coating her dad's cock, Ashley convulsed and pushed her hips back. The flood of pleasure coursed through her like a drug, and she felt her nipples pebble, even harder than before.

Just as she was about to sigh with sated exhaustion Joquan growled his own release, a primal sound that tore through the living room.

"Here it comes, bitch. Another chance to get your cute ass pregnant. Not that you'll live long enough to worry about it." Ashley moaned as she felt his hot seed shoot deep toward her uterus, filling her already cum-soaked slit.

"Please, oh god, please stop. You've fucked all of us. You've had Dad fuck us too. Please, oh please!! Just let us go!" Ashley begged as she felt the man's cock twitch inside her heat, releasing spurt after spurt of his scalding jism. At last he pulled out, flipping Ashley onto her back and watching with satisfaction as his cream-pie of seed glistened between her delicate cunt lips.

"Mmm. Look at that. Absolutely beautiful. Now, where were we?"

Tracie was kneeling on the floor next to Darrell's chair, and the father's softened dick flopped forward lifelessly like a victim with its throat slit.

"Gun, please." Joquan took the gun from Diego's hand. He knelt down and pressed the barrel of the weapon between Ashley's swollen sex lips. The girl's eyes widened in terror.

"Please no!"

Joquan looked up at Darrell's haunted, utterly defeated face. His eyes were beyond despair. They had entered a completely different realm where even the memory of hope was long gone.

"You know, I was going to just kill you and your two hot, young sluts once my men and I had had our fun."

"Please don't kill us! Please, we'll be your sex slaves. I'll fuck you any time you want, as much as you want," Ashley begged.

Joquan looked down at the girl, amusement rimming his eyes. "Hmm. Tempting offer. Your horny little cunt gushed nicely on my cock just now." He looked down meaningfully as his dangling penis, which still glistened with her juices. "But no. I think not. In fact, I'm feeling downright generous."

The handsome gang leader removed the gun from Ashley's pussy and stood up, motioning at Diego and Gurrero. Then he bent down in front of Darrell, looked intently into the man's tortured eyes.

"You know what, Darrell? I think you've learned your lesson. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes! Yes I have!" Darrell croaked. "Please, do whatever you want with me. Just spare my girls."

Joquan shook his head. "The sniveling and whining gets a little old, my friend. Nah, you don't get it. I'm letting this count as the payment of your debt to me. You get to live. Of course if your family breathes one word of what happened here today to anyone, and I mean ANYONE…"

"No. We won't," Darrell said, his tone desperate.

Joquan smirked as he tucked the gun into his waistband. "Good. Because if you were to repay my generosity by being a worthless snitch, then we'd have a round two of all this, and it would be much, much rougher. You get my meaning, Darrell?"

"Yes! I understand!" Oh god, Darrell thought, was it possible that they were going to survive this?

"Good. It's decided then." Joquan whispered something to Diego and Gurrero. Both of the men grinned at whatever Joquan had said. The two men left, returning later with two long, ribbed pink vibrators. They proceeded to tie Ashley's wrists to one of the feet of the couch, tying Tracie's wrists to one of the other couch feet. Then they used ropes to tie each girl's ankles wide apart to the foot of Darrell's chair and other nearby furniture. To top it all off, they wrapped layers of duct tape around the feet of Darrell's chair to make sure it didn't so much as budge.

The three men stood back, admiring their handiwork. Two slender, beautiful naked teenage girls splayed out on the floor, their naked father still strapped helplessly to the wide chair.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you'd let us go!" Darrell croaked.

But Joquan ignored him. He turned to his men. "Okay, fill those pussies up." A few seconds later Diego thrust the long, pink vibe between Ashley's labia. She moaned as she felt that shaft fill up her sticky insides. Meanwhile Gurrero thrust the other enormous pink cock between Tracie's thighs, admiring the way her cunt lips clung to the sides as he sheathed it in her cum-soaked pussy.

"All right. Now switch 'em on." Both men turned the vibrator settings up to highest and then secured a thin strap which connected from the vibrator to each girl's clit. Like a more flexible, softer version of a clamp, they clung to each girl's nerve bundle. The vibrator's motions not only spurred sensations along the walls of each girl's sex, it also sent those jarring motions to the tiny soft clip that hugged gently to each girl's clitoris.

The effect was immediate. Tracie and Ashley began to groan, squirming with what little movement they could manage as the vibrators began to bombard their teenage pussies and clits with intoxicating sensations.

Joquan turned to Darrell, a big smile brightening up his face.

"I decided to leave your girls a little going away present. I hope you don't mind, Darrell. You get to watch your sexy little sluts squirm and CUM over and over again." Joquan turned, surprise registering on his face as Tracie was already coming, her face thrashing as her pussy's nectar streamed onto the wood floor.

"You may need to have that floor completely refinished by the time it's all over," Joquan laughed. He looked up at the clock on the wall, calculating something in his head. "By my estimation, it'll take us maybe 4 hours to get back to our unofficial headquarters where we're keeping your hot wife. We let her go, she drives back here to untie you and your young bitches. That gives, hmm, 8 hours, give or take, for you to enjoy the sights and smells of your two sexy girls squealing with one orgasm after another. Hmm. I'm almost jealous."

He turned to go, with Ashley whimpering after him.

"Please don't go! Don't leave us like this! OOoohh…oh god…AaaahhH!!!" The lithe brunette's young pussy couldn't hold out any longer, and she moaned as her soft sex clenched uncontrollably on the huge vibe, milking it as if it were a man's cock as her juices spattered on the floor.

Joquan gathered up the duffel while his men packed up their other things. In a few moments the men were back outside, loading up their midnight-black SUV.

Diego gripped his arm just as he was about to hop into the driver's seat.

"You sure that was a good idea, Boss? Letting those sexy cunts and their Dad live?"

Joquan grunted. "My reading of a person is never wrong, Diego. Didn't you see the shame in Darrell's eyes? In all of them? Those sweet girls are never talking, and especially not poor Darrell. Nope." He stepped up, swinging the door shut as Gurrero loaded everything else up in back and Diego settled into the passenger's seat.

"Besides, I want Darrell to suffer. The idiot deserves to, after ripping me off and squandering every cent. He's going to have to live with what happened today, and THAT, my friend, is the kind of justice I like to see."

Joquan's scarred face broke out into a sly grin as he put the SUV in drive, stepped his foot to the accelerator, and sped away, windows down to let in the briny, ticklish caress of the ocean breeze.

THE END

******* I hope you enjoyed the story.

Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

Author's Note:

I usually get two types of reactions from this type of story. Some people are incredibly turned on while others are repulsed. These are fantasies, which by definition means I would never do them in real life. When I write these fantasies I imagine myself as the girl being forced to submit, and that more than just turns me on. I write these stories because submission, and the threat of dominance over me, is what stokes my libido like nothing else in this world. Whether you are a dominant or a submissive, I hope you feel that same rush. Life is too short not to…

[bitchesgetriches]

Hi Kitty & Piggy!

I know this goes against a lot of stuff you say, but I had to close my Roth IRA. I lost my job at the beginning of March, and because I was living paycheck to paycheck, I barely had enough money to pay for one month of rent and one or two other bills. In addition, even though I started that Roth in 2018, it was under my father's name and he wouldn't allow me access to that account until I was 21 and it legally had to be in my name. (This is also the same man that I would have to ask for permission to spend my own money and would check my checking and savings accounts each morning to make sure I didn't spend my money on anything that I didn't have permission to buy.) Anyway, I cut contact with him a few months ago and am currently living on my own. That Roth IRA was the last thing that I had that made me tied to him, plus it gives me around three months worth of rent and bills that I can pay, which gives me more than enough time to find a job. I've applied to around 30 different jobs and have only had three interviews - all of them have turned me down. Unemployment has been a pain in the ass to start but I FINALLY made progress yesterday and am waiting for them to call me back. (I previously filed for unemployment back in 2020 when I was furloughed during the pandemic. However a) I NEVER received a cent of that money and I was told I could receive up to $3,500 and b) I've moved since I last applied and I need to update my phone number and address, which is something I can't update online). I also received my tax refund today, so I woke up crying tears of joy that I had enough money to survive off of for a little while.

Oh my darling child, it sounds like you need a hug. So consider this a virtual hug from your Bitches.

If you want forgiveness for emptying out your retirement fund, you don't need it... but you have it. We all have to do what we must to survive. And I think that under the circumstances, closing your IRA to pay your rent and sever ties with your financially abusive father was absolutely the right call. You need to keep a roof over your head and food in your belly and an abuser out of your life. All of that is more urgent right now than investing in your retirement.

Years from now, when you are safe and secure and financially solvent, I want you to look back at the you of today. And I want you to thank them. Because they made a difficult decision, a sacrifice, so that Future You could be ok.

When Money is the Weapon: Understanding Intimate Partner Financial Abuse