James paused for a moment, fearing that if he did not allow Amelia her wish she would become hard to entice into the house... not that they wouldn't take care of that if he brought in a fighting young woman. James shook his head, deciding that he much rather Amelia came in willingly, at least at first. After she was in the house it didn't matter to him. What about Eric? He loved his son dearly and didn't care for any harm to come of him. However, as his son grew older he also grew more threatening. James felt much like a loin and this was his tiny pride. Part of him knew that Eric loved his daughter and wanted to steal her away from him. James was still the stronger of the two but still subconsciously he worried that he might not be for long. James finally nodded, "Okay fine. He can come, but he has to be quiet and do what he's told."

Eric nodded vigorously and slid out of the care seat, taking his sister's hand as soon as they were standing. James lead them to the front door and knocked twice sharply. Again the same man answered the door as last time and Let them in. Inside was larger than Eric supposed before. On a bench facing the west wall was row of quiet, frightened looking girls... ages from five to sixteen. Eric swallowed wondering how awful this was going to be. He took a deep breath and looked at Amelia.

They were directed to the bench where a blue eyed girl looked at him nervously. One of the girl's spoke to Amelia, "First time?"

The girl looked at James and the greeting man before speaking. The man who had greeted them was obviously the owner… or some type of leader anyway to the establishment. She tugged at her ear, Eric wondered if she was compulsive or if she was trying to say something. She was speaking again even softer Eric couldn’t hear her. “This place… I don’t know that they call it, they never actually say any sort of name. I just know that men gather here bringing girlfriends or daughters, wives or nieces. There’s no time limit or any type of agenda they just gather here and offer up suggestion as to what we have to do. At first we all fought, but we found out that was much worse than anything they asked us to do. They make you…” The girl looked at her palms.

Eric looked at Amelia for some sort of explanation as to what the girl had told her. He caught a few words like fought and you but. He couldn’t help but be frightened, not just for her but himself as well. Part of him wished he had stayed in the car. Then he could pretend none of this was happening. That what ever happened there stayed there, but he had managed to make this his reality as well as hers. With the men standing around, Eric doubted he could protect Amelia from much. Again he began slipping back into his fantasy of her actually delighting in this horror. Eric thought, ‘[i]Well she didn’t put up much of a fight coming in here, she probably is just pretending that she doesn’t know what’s going on to play with me. She didn’t put up a fight because she actually likes it, what ever they do here.”

The man who had greeted them swept back his hair from his eyes, “Who’s up first?” One of the men stood up and selected a very thin, very pale young women… well more like child from the bench. Eric thought she couldn’t be older than eleven. Another man was standing in the middle of the room with a large great Dane. Eric’s heart started thudding in his chest. He knew what was about to happen as they forced the tearful girl to his knees as one of the men stroked the dog’s hidden cock. Eric was torn between fear, horror and disgust and then… then there was a certain fascination, arousal over the naughtiness… the nastiness of the act that was about to take place.

The girl on her knees had begun being paraded around as if she was a bitch for a breeders’ panel. They had clipped a chain on the girl’s neck and began walking her around on a leash. They purposely walked faster or took wild, unexpected turns causing the collar to tighten around her neck. If she fell down they began kicking her until she stood up. After several minutes of this atrocity the girl had grown a numb look and had stopped crying. It appeared as if she was some where else. Finally through, they lead the girl back to the Dane and the Great Dane was urged toward the girl…

“Huh?” Eric had been magnificently horrified at the act before him. He forced his eyes to avert and focus on Amelia as disgusting noises began in the background. “Wha? Amelia of course I didn’t know! Why would I come in here? Why would I let you come in? Look at these poor girls…” Finally he glazed at the young girl on her hands and knees. He felt his penis twitch and stiffen. He wanted so badly not to be interested in this but he couldn’t help it. But he also didn’t want this to be his sister’s fate.

Again his subconscious and his conscious began fighting. Wondering why was asking this. She had to have been here before. She had to be playing with him. This was a game. It had to be a game. She wanted him to think she was abused that way he would feel sorry for her and… and… Eric couldn’t think up a logical reason as to why Amelia would want him to feel sorry for her, but he needed to believe it. If he didn’t… he wouldn’t understand how to cope. Denial was one of the strongest and most effective coping methods used by man.

“I came in here because I wanted to protect you…” Eric glazed at her realizing the words were tumbling out of his mouth. He didn’t know how to tell her he couldn’t save her. He was too weak, too young… so interested despite the fact he desperately wanted not to be.

It was as if his cock had never been hard before in comparison to the erection he got over her few soft words. She was a virgin? He couldn't believe it. Not his beautiful Amelia... His... no she wasn't his. Not really. If she was anyone's she was their father's. what if they forced her to fuck a dog. It made Eric outraged. He wanted to kill every man in there to protect Amelia from this. He wanted her virginity. He wanted to be the one she loved. He forgot about the young girl and the Dane as James approached reaching out to Amelia. Three men stood near by behind him, stroking their cocks looking at Amelia hungrily. Eric realized that anyone of those three men... or maybe his father would be the one to take her virginity. He couldn't let that happen.

As James grabbed at Amelia Eric landed a punch into James' nose. The blow was so unexpected James fell back on his ass. It seemed as if the whole world went still for a moment. Everyone was staring at Eric. They didn't quiet understand what had happened. Everyone expected the girls to fight but... this kid... the kid should have been grateful they allowed him in. The room was completely silent except for the slapping of wet dog dick.

Eric screamed with surprised as one of the men registered what was happening and lurched for him grabbing at his shirt. Eric flung himself to one side feeling his shirt being ripped out of the man's hand. There wasn't much he could do when the rest of the men grabbed at him. There was hands all over him. Hitting his face, his body, tearing at his nose and eyes. Ripping off his clothing. Eric Was screaming and crying, trying to kick and fight his way out of the mob but there was nothing he could do. For a moment he caught a glimpse of Amelia through a bloody eye. He hoped she knew how much he loved her.

The men carried him to the center of the room and replaced the young girl with himself. He was curled into a naked ball, bruised and bleeding in front of a room full of strangers. He was humiliated. He couldn't so much as take one man down with him. He was a worthless piece of crap that didn't deserve the love of his sister. He deserved what ever was about to happen to him. He felt like his heart was breaking over the failure his sister just witnessed. He wanted to impress her but he probably only made things worse for her. He was such a fuck over.

Eric screamed out in surprise and pain as a man who he couldn't see... not just because he was behind him but because his face was now swollen and he couldn't open is eyes past a blurry slit of sight. One of the men Rammed his hard dick up his virgin ass hole. Eric tried to scramble away from the invading object but only succeeded in being rewarded with a kick that he couldn't see from a man standing beside him. His cheek exploding with pain and he crumpled back into a sniveling pile, screaming out in pain as a dick pounded into him.

On the bench the girl watched in horror and fascination. Never had they seen a boy being raped and abused. Some of them felt sorry for him, knowing how it felt, other's older girls who had been forced her for years, only thought he got what was coming to him. Either way the girl's sitting beside Amelia held her arms tightly, trying to warn her not to move or else worst things would happen to her brother... or her or all of them.

The girls on the bench were huddled together frightened. They tried to stop her they really had. One tearful girl shouted out, "Punish the little cunt!" It wasn't so much that they wanted her hurt but that they figured if they pretended to be on the side of the men they would be safer than trying to protect Amelia and her stupid brother. They didn't know what to expect nothing like this had ever happened. Not that anyone could recall. James wore a face of cold steel. James, The Wise, was patiently thinking up something. Fucking her would be too easy. Should they beat her and all fuck her the way they were doing to her brother? He didn't wish something like that on Eric, but he brought it on himself. Now that it had happened and he watched at men fucked his poor teenage boy, he realized he had really been limiting himself to only Amelia. Eric had lost his favoritism with the blow to James' face and would probably pay for it until James was too weak to instill fear in his children. Not that James suspected that would be any time soon.

James spoke to a man, who was tall, and very good looking, possibly the most handsome man there, depending on taste. James spoke quietly as the man nodded his head agreeably. Finally James turned to Amelia and the quiet anticipating crowd. Eric had said nothing, he was unaware of the situation other than Amelia had done something. He could scarcely hear at all. He was merely glad that that anal penetration had ceased. The girls on the bench whispered quietly to themselves. They all had their own little crushes on the man with the long dark black hair and big deep set brown eyes. Only the man always just seemed to sit and watch but never participated in anything. For that matter none of them had ever seen his dick and despite the abuse they endured they wished that one day he’d take them by the hair and force them to their knees. On the other hand some girl’s thought that he probably had a very small useless dick because he was so handsome and that was the reason he never even jerked off.

Either way everyone wondered what this man would be doing. James spoke up speaking to the crowd, “Amelia, you say that you don’t me to take your precious little virginity? I have a wager for you. This man says that if you can get him aroused, which apparently it’s rather difficult and he’s seen so many things, he will take you, marry you… or at least let you stay with him until you find a place to live… meaning you won’t live under me any more. Richard is a very wealthy man, I assure you he could take care of you and be good to you. He’s a very gentle man, so don’t fret, Amelia. If you can get him aroused, you can leave me and do what you want with your life, he even says your brother can come if you wish. However, if you can not you lose the wager and my prize in your virginity. And if you do not accept the wager I will have everyone in this room fuck, the way poor Eric is being handled. So what do you say?”

Richard came here on a regular bases... he was as common as the chairs that sat in the room. He came here, desperately seeking something to arouse him. At one time in his life, he enjoyed sex, and women and an normal life. He had always been a beautiful man and he enjoyed the company of women. Not only for sex, but talk and love as well. At one point he had a beautiful wife who was everything in his life and he loved her intensely. In the evenings they would make love, in the mornings they would sleep naked, comfortable in each others arms. Nothing filled his life with such joy as she did.

Richard could only sadly shake his head at her list of turn ons. Each one he had tried, each one had failed miserably. He had never felt bad for these girls, he was rather bitter in thinking if he couldn't get off, neither should they, that was... until he set his eyes upon Amelia. She reminded him so much of his wife, his heart ached with dull hope. If anyone could arouse him it would be her, although he doubted it would happen because she beautiful as he knew she was, and seeing her naked body, which looked so much like Aerlyn's, he could not be aroused. He wanted to cry for himself and Amelia as well as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his limp, lifeless penis.

At first glance, everything might have seemed normal about Richard, his penis was not large nor small, just limp despite the nuzzling Amelia had been going and nakedness of her beautiful body. Richard lifted up his penis to Amelia to show her what was wrong with him. Beneath the underside of his dick was not a sac as most men had but inside a small jagged scar where they once hung proudly.

Not more than a year after his marriage with Aerlyn had begun he had stumbled into a woman that who had fallen very deeply in love with him, but he could not return the favor. Heartbroken she sought man after man to fill the hole he had left. When she came back around, tracking down Richard in hopes of repairing their relationship or at least having a quick fuck, Richard reported happily that he was married and the woman stormed off hurt. Later that day, Richard was abducted by the woman with use of a chloroform soaked rag and awoke to her hovering over him. While he slept she teased and fucked him. He was outraged because he never wanted another woman besides his wife. When he told her this it was the last time Richard saw his dick hard.

She quickly and professionally removed both his testicles, he didn’t know how she knew how to do it, but she had the tools she needed. She chloroformed him once more and he awoke on his front lawn naked and without his balls. When he admitted to his wife about what had happened, she understood and started kissing him, when she discovered that he wasn’t hard she became quite confused as much as he did. Usually her soft tender kisses gave him an incredible erection. She began sucking on his limp cock and again, nothing. In fact he didn’t even care to have sex at all. After months of this, she couldn’t bare it anymore. She told him when he felt like fucking again he could come find her and disappeared from his life.

He was left with nothing, he became depressed and lost contact with his friends. It seemed his life was empty without her and know he spent his money and time trying to become aroused again, hoping that even without his balls that he could get an erection.

He looked down at Amelia almost crying, “Please try… please.” He felt like this was it. If she couldn’t do it, no one could and what was the point of life when it was choked with loneliness? If she could, he meant it, he would take her and her brother and lavish them with his money and love... if not... he doubted he would be seen here again or anywhere for that matter. He would retire to his estate sit in front of his magnificent fireplace with a bottle of whiskey and his revolver, loaded with three bullets. One for his dick, which had failed him for the last time. One for his heart for the pain it had endured, and one for his eye for all the horrible things it had seen.

Richard couldn’t hold it back. He started crying for both himself and for Amelia. Her earnest rubbing and sucking reminded Richard of the last time Aerlyn desperately tried to please him. It broke his heart then and it was breaking his heart now. God he wanted to pick her up and run away with her. Yet he knew that even though she would be thankful, she would eventually grow tired of him, of his depression and his desire to have sex and his longing for his wife. He couldn’t do that to himself and he couldn’t do that to her. Maybe eventually she would escape her father and his evil ways, maybe she wouldn’t but as she held his flaccid penis he knew that he couldn’t be her hope. He no longer desired to live. He wept bitterly, despite the face the room was silent and watching him and Amelia.

Eric was still on his knees with someone grasping his balls tightly. He knew better than to shout out. As much as he loved Amelia and no matter what was happening he knew that losing his balls wouldn’t change anything. He wondered if he was deaf now because he couldn’t make out any thing. Not frightened screams, no angry words… Eric pulse raced, what if they killed her. He wrapped himself up in believing she was being brutally murdered in front of his unseeing eyes. He too began crying, weeping for his loss.

Richard finally stopped her and lifted her head with his finger under her chin, tears still shimmering in his eyes, “Little woman, you are truly beautiful and everything I would dream of in a woman. I want so bad for this to happen you can’t even begin to imagine. I know I don’t know much about you, but yet, I still love you, and my heart aches for you. But the life I could give you will not be better than this you might not understand but you are young and desperate.”

He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, “Listen to me, Amelia, run away. Leave your brother tonight. He’s young, and although you might care for him, he’ll end up just like his father. Escape them both now Amelia, run away tonight while the moon is still full enough to light your path. You are beautiful; a good man will take care of you. I’m sorry I can’t help you.” His voice was ragged sorrow. The only thing he could offer her was a gentle kiss to her perfect lips. He pushed his penis back into his pants and stood up looking at her. Finally he shook his head slowly and walked out of the building.

James advanced on Amelia, “So you lost your wager. It’s time for you to pay up. Just do it nicely and I’ll go easy on you.” James was sporting an erection already, his pants were already removed. The scene between Amelia and Richard had moved some of the audience into tear but James was only smiling happily knowing he had won.