You Better Pretend 'Cause Life Is Harsher Than It Looks {&& Black Blood}

OOC: Hope you don't mind me just posting the same intro, I have to go but I wanted to get the role play started.

BIC:


James slammed the door closed on the fridge, causing the bulky item to threateningly teeter forward and then rock back sulkily into it's place. He was a horrid man in all truths told, but his average looks belied his nasty demeanor. There might have been a number of reasons he drunk and behaved so childishly; it might have been his own abusive father, who would force him to watch him beat his mother then in turn force him to hurt her as well. He didn't like it, but rage had been apart of him all his life. At thirty-seven it was highly doubtful that his tasteless ways would change. Actually, since his wife ran off he seemed easier and easier evoked into anger, such as for this instance:

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BEER! GOD FUCK IT!" his voice a was no weak thing and bellowed throughout the small house consisting of three bedrooms. One for himself, one for his son and one for his daughter. Lately it was his daughter who had been taking the blunt force of his anger and fists and other such things. He hit the fridge angrily with the side of his clenched hand. He suspected that his daughter had probably hidden them, she was a little bitch, that was just the type to do it too. Sometimes he pondered if she liked when he was angry, if she liked getting on his bad side. The thought only enraged him further. "Get the fuck out here you little cunt... NOW!"

He relaxed and clenched his fists several times trying to calm himself. It wasn't helping any. He kicked the edge of the table, which humorously caused a can of Pepsi to spill on to his light blue jeans. He mumbled curses under his breath as he tried to mop up the sticky beverage from his clothing with a napkin. James was a tall, muscular man, that might have been a foot ball player or a boxer when he was younger, had he not been so childish when it came to losing or so violent when it came to playing. "Where the fuck are you!"

The question caught him off guard, he had expected her to submit quietly to his punishment. James realized he was digging his nails into the palm of his hand. He released his grasp and stared at her blankly. He reached into her soft hair and almost as gentle as a lovers touch and seized the roots of her black mane. Yanking her head back he forced her to look at him, his other hand sough her young breast and squeezed it hard. Feeling her meek body bending too his hand caused a twitch of moment from in his pants, he smiled mercilessly, "Maria.. Maria... Maria..."

"Even if you had friends, I have work for you today anyway." For a moment he seemed to have forgotten about his anger over the beer. He stopped squeezing her so roughly but did not let go of her hair. He was smiling cruelly as he slipped his hand under her shirt and teased her skin. "Some boys were talking about how they wanted to see you again. They were hoping for a different show this time though... One of the boys has a dog, a big dog... You like that don't you? Fucking the dogs? I haven't seen you do it in a while, and you know how much that gets everyone going."

Without much sudden movement he was unzipping his pants smoothly. "Maria... call your brother in."

((OOC Sorry, I'm being a little short. I'm tired and dozy.))

James balled his fist and hit her. He watched as his son entered the room. He liked his son, he was growing up just like his old man. Seeing the thirteen year old boy move gracefully brought a more affectionate smile to his face. "Your sister thought it would be funny to disrespect me, hid my beer and then call me and my friends animals... she needs to be taught her place."

As he spoke he held her up and brought his knee painfully into her side. He looked at her, with mock sympathy, "You can pretend you don't like it all you want but you know at the end of the day you'll still do it... 'cause your Daddy's like slut right? That's what the collar says." He began ripping off her clothing and forced her on to her knees in front of her brother.

"Mat, remove your pants." Mat did as he was told and revealed a large erection. James reached into Maria's hair again and forced her face down on his son's penis. "Suck it you little cunt. Suck it."

It was strange or maybe it wasn't but her fighting frustrated him but also excited him to no end, because even though she fought, kicked and screamed in the end she was always over powered. She had no choice in the matter, not really anyway. As she sucked on Mat's dick he continued to force her down harder, faster and deeper than was most likely safe for the girl. He mounted himself behind her, thrusting his engorged member into the warm folds of her soft pink pussy. He leaned over and whispered hoarsely into her ear, "Don't you dare hurt Mat either, you bite him or make him wince in any way You end up with a broken jaw and fucking a broken glass bottle for the boys tonight... Sound fun? I didn't think so. Suck his cock."

He shoved himself upon her harder remembering peacefully the time he and his father had beaten his mother to horrible that she was submitting to any wish they had. They both managed to shove there over sized cocks (a family trait of the male gender) at the same time into her ass. It was probably the best orgasm he had ever had, feeling her warm rear surrounding him, his father's dick rubbing against his own. The memory caused him to unexpectedly explode inside of her tight womanhood.

James fell back and rested on the refrigerator and watched as she continued with Mat who looked ready to finish himself as his hands clenched and his body shook violently.

Maria's style suddenly changed and that was all Mat could take, he pulled his dick out of her mouth and came into the palm of his hand. For some reason he couldn't bare to see his disgusting semen laying on her beautiful face. He felt dirty and awful in the pit of his stomach. He didn't think he deserved for a mouth as perfect as hers to be swallowing his essence. He didn't want to do these things, or at least he told himself he didn't want to. He told himself he was just as much forced as Maria was to part take in these atrocities. He felt that if he didn't his father would most likely kill him in order to keep the family secret safe behind closed lips. If Mat died then if then got too bad... like making her fuck a broken bottle Mat could save her.

Deep inside of him though, even beneath the sympathy and love he felt for Maria, this was also apart of him. It excited him to see her submit and parts of him wanted it to stay like this, bad, but not bad enough to do anything about it. Which was the most likely reason he hadn't ran away with her yet. He couldn't admit that to himself though because it would be to accept his inner demons which he fought with but could not, or did not want to over come. He liked to think that he hadn't taken off with Maria yet because he was too young and was mostly likely to get caught and cause worst things for Maria. Even though it was only an excuse it was partly true as well.

James, on the other hand had reasons for keeping James around and not killing him. He had his own secret wishes, the same his father had for him. It was to share a bond between father and son that would make them closer than blood and to be more honest, if James went down he would take Mat with him. It was easy though James assumed that if he let Mat fuck his sister he too would bound to secrecy. He knew the kid liked it, he knew that Mat loved his sister, but much like himself was drawn in by violence. James patted Maria's ass gently, as he always did once he had finished with her. Sex always calmed him down made him almost docile. "Maria, baby. Go get dressed in something nice, we're gonna go down to my club and get ready for the boys alright? Mat go with her and help her dress."

Mat nodded as he went to the sink and washed his hand off.

Mat wasn't very good at showing his emotions himself and didn't know how to handle someone elses any better. He sat down on the bed next to her, "Maria, shhh, Shhh.... Dad will hear you... Come on, it'll be okay. Just... pretend that you like it and maybe eventually you'll start too. Just shhh..." He took her up in his arms, three years younger than his sister but twice as strong as the older sibling. He cradled her gently and kissed her forehead. He was being gentle with her, the way lovers might be with one another. James would be furious beyond belief.

He lifted her head up and kissed her on the lips sweetly, "Don't you ever feel any sort of pleasure Maria? Don't you ever get excited? I wish you would, the idea of you getting excited over guys fucking you is such a turn on."

"Where are you two? Get your asses down here, now." James was at the front door a video camera in his hand.

James merely laughed, "Stop being stupid, come on, let's go you two."

Mat caught up to his sister looking at her sadly because of the empty gun. He knew about that, but he thought it was for the best, so that no one got hurt. He whispered in her her, "Maria, come on baby, let's go. Maybe it'll better better if you stop being so grouchy and go with it. Come on." He tugged at her arm and followed his father into the car obediently.

(Sorry it's short but once we get to the place I'll have more to say)

James pulled up to a dingy looking bar. He smiled and urged his two children out of the car happy to finally get this show on the road. He lead them inside and the main part of the bar looked normal greasy old guys chatting and watching the game while drinking back some beer. He lead them past the men and into a room down stairs. Strangely enough the room was very well lit, and even smell nice. A large stage was in the center of the room with various mismatched chairs circling it, with various mismatched men sitting in them. Some of them looked like very normal men that might have a kid and a wife, and a nice job, they wore business suits and nice shoes. Others looked a like rich teenage boys and some looked like someone who stumbled in off the street, not dirty or poor, but lost.

Currently on the stage was a young man, maybe no older than Mat along with a dog who looked peaceful, and rather sleepy. The boy was furiously pounding his cock into the dogs ass trying to climax. He as well looked rather drugged out. Some men in the crowd happily pulled on their peckers and watched.

When James stepped into the room, a lovely sound of clapping met his ears. Here, at this club, he was appreciated, loved, adored and idolized. He couldn't give that up. He grabbed Maria's hand and directed the dog and boy couple off the stage. "This is Maria, my lovely daughter."

The Men erupted into a frenzy of cheers. James leaned and whispered into her ear, "I swear you better not fucking embarrass me Maria, You will end up being the broken bottle fucker for tonight if you don't and then I'll have you're brother do the same, and it'll be all your fault."

Two men stood up. Both tall and very handsome, possible some type of male models. "James, we were wondering if both of us could go a it with your daughter... and maybe even your son if he's interested?"

James looked to Matt and Maria, "Maria, get on stage... Mat you decide if you want to."

Mat took a deep breath and nodded his head. He wanted to be there for Maria. Even if it mean he ended up getting ass fucked. He thought that maybe if he was there, his sister would try to enjoy it, because he didn't want her having to shove a broken bottle into her prefect vagina. Nor did he care to have one in his ass.

He squeezed Maria's hand as he lead her to the stage, the two handsome men too off their clothing and forced Matt to his knees. One said softly, "Suck my cock boy."

So Matt did as he was told sucking it gently.

The other man advanced on Maria and stoked her hair sweetly. "Please... do the same for me Maria. Get me excited."

Mat hoped watching him submit would excite Maria into submission as well.

The both of the men were moaning and stiffening in the siblings hands. Then Maria's partner pulled away from her. As the man stood next to the other man in front of Mat, Mat noticed that Maria's partner was taller and have a very large dick. Mat's heart thudded fearfully as the taller man crept behind him and began yanking off the boy's pants. Mat's thoughts screamed fearfully, 'Please god, now.. I don't think I can handle this.'

Mat was struck on the side of his head. His partner had hit him, Mat, had not noticed in fear he paused his blow job and the shorter man had not cared for that. Mat returned to his work and he felt his legs pulled out from beneath him. The taller man was holding Mats leg's up about waist high while the man he was blowing held him about the arms while Mat continued to suck his cock. The taller man spoke, "Maria, get under your bother, lay on your back." Mat's heart skipped, wondering if he was about to fuck his sister in front of everyone.