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125 lines
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BIRTHDAY PRESENT
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by V.P. Viddler
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"Happy birthday to you," Donald sang. "Happy birthday to
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you. Happy birthday, dear Harold, happy birthday to you."
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"Thanks a bunch," I said.
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"And now," Donald said. "What would you like for your
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birthday?"
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"Your sister," I said.
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"Ah. Is that right?" Donald said. "You want Donna for your
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birthday?"
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"Right."
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"But you know Donna doesn't want anything do do with you,
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don't you?" Donald said.
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"All the better," I told him. "It would make it more
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stimulating."
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"That's what I thought," Donald said. "All right, Donna. You
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can come in now."
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And Donna came into the room. Donna. Donald's little sister.
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Still in high school. Young. Lovely. Voluptuous. Haughty.
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Untouchable. And now naked. And now, bound, with her wrists tied
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behind her back. And now, with a gag in her mouth. And now,
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shaking with rage and fright and shame and helplessness. Long
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blonde hair hanging down. Breasts thrusting. Thighs alluring.
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Dark eyes staring, glaring, blazing, despairing. And naked. Donna
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was stark, staring naked. Except for a sash that was draped
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across her body. A sash that said, "Happy Birthday, Harold."
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"Two minds with but a single thought," Donald said. "Which
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is the subjugation of an attractive but headstrong young girl.
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Although Donna is my sibling, I am not at all unaware of her
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smoldering sexuality. Not a bit of it. In fact, I will now
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confess that for a long time I have thought of having that young
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body, to play with, just like a toy. To do with as I would. So I
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took it. Didn't I, Donna?" Donald paused.
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Donna didn't say anything. Not that she could, with that
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gag, but she did not respond in any way at all.
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Donald said again, "Didn't I, Donna?" and put his hand on
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her shoulder.
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Donna began to tremble. She bit at her lip, and then nodded.
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"That's right," Donald said. "I took it. I raped my sister.
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It was a task, though. I had to break her spirit first. So I did
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that. Would you like to know how, Harold?"
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"Okay," I said.
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"It's quite fascinating," Donald said. "But actually, you
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might enjoy it still more if Donna told you herself. That would
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give it a certain piquancy, wouldn't you say? Having her describe
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the destruction of her will by her own brother. How she was
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broken. Think of her doing that for you while you fuck her."
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Donna was crying now, muffled sobs issuing from her choked
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throat.
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"That gag can come out so Donna can talk about it," Donald
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said. "It isn't actually necessary, but it makes a nice touch,
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don't you think? And while you fuck her, I think she should be
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tied down. Bound spread-eagled and stretched out tight. Spread
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for you. Would you like that, Harold?"
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"I'd like it," I said.
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"Would you like that, Donna?" Donald said.
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Donna made whimpering sounds.
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"Good," Donald said.
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"Good," I said. "Is Donna a good rape?" I said to Donald.
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"Fantastic," Donald said. "Just fantastic. Because she hates
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it so much, she struggles and fights and squirms and twists and
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thrashes about, and it gives you such a ride you want to fuck her
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always. Right, Sis?"
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Donna sank to her knees on the floor, sobbing and moaning.
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"A good position if you want her to suck your cock first,"
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Donald said.
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"No," I said. "Not now. Later. Now I want to fuck her
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luscious young body."
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"All right. Let's drag her inside and lash her down on the
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bed and fuck that form to our heart's content."
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"And then you can show me how you broke her."
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"Oh, good. I'd love to do it again. I'll have her crawling
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for you."
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"Good," I said. "But first I want you to work on her until
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she sings Happy Birthday to me. I want her to sing Happy
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Birthday, dear Harold, as she's lying spread open and naked and
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fucked half to death."
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"Okay," Donald said. "But you'll hear her sing a lot of
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other tunes first, I expect. Loud ones. Not always modulated.
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Most wild, shrieking tunes."
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"I can't wait," I said.
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Donna said, "NNGGH MMPHHH URGHH EKK MHMHMHMHMH NNAUURRRLLL
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UNH UNH UNH UNH UNNNGGHHGH." And so on, and Donald and I hurt her
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a lot and Donna strained in agony and the sash read Happy
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Birthday, Harold.
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And Donna sang for us for a long time...
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