Dad came in the evening. At the end of the shift, he always looked funny. “Home is coming soon!” - this phrase inspires. When I got home, I hurried to meet him, because if he doesn’t help me, then I’ll go completely crazy and turn into an elven sex slave. This morning, on the stairs, my lust went beyond all indecency, horror and shame covered me up and as if with a whip hit my head. Only time healed and brought me back, but it became less and less, and the need for it grew. How many days will Tunei Kam Zurller and her daughter need (as soon as celibacy is removed from her) for me and mom to become their bitches? A question to which I do not want to know the answer.

- Dad! Hi, how was your outfit? - The joy of his arrival was incredible.

- Yes, as usual, calmly and quietly. - He took off his jacket and went to the kitchen. Brewed tea came to us for the first time. He was surprised and poured himself a cup, nodding approvingly after the first sip, he held the second in his mouth. I could not wait to tell him everything.

- Dad can you listen to me now? It is very important! - he looked at me wary, his mood evaporated like steam. He closed the door to the kitchen, sat back.

- Dad is all very serious, my mother and I are held hostage. - I spoke in a half whisper, not thinking about what my mother would say and whether she would forgive me for her first love (perverted, but still love), should forgive. drugs in elf saliva can enslave the mind. If mother gave them a drink, then I will do everything so that they quickly disappear, hope for the future is born now. - This girl, “Tanya”, she, together with her ... friend, wants to kill us ...

- Zina! Your mother is a police sergeant, and the fighting techniques know better than me! - uncertainty issued eyes. - How did it come to this?

- She was polled by ... something ... I do not know ... But she behaves strangely. Dad, it seems to me, they were then at that country house. - I can pick words. The main thing is to interest the interlocutor and push you to the actions you need. Sounds cynical, but necessary for the sake of the family. My family, and the family is holy.

Dad got up and went into the corridor. On his face was printed anger, undisguised, raging and growing. He pulled a prize pistol out of his jacket and flipped it off. Giving a signal to the head, I followed him, taking the knife from the shelf. Moving along the corridor, someone's laughter and music came to us, “Theater Of Tragedy - As The Shadows Dance”. At the entrance to my door, my father asked in a low voice through his teeth.

- Do you know what this name really is ... "Tanya"?

- Tuney. - father looked at me, to the anger added surprise.

- Tuney Kam Zurller. Turning to the door, he kicked it open.

- So fascists bitches LIE, I SHOOT WITHOUT WARNING!

In the room, three persons stared at the entrances with round eyes. Mom was sitting in my robe in my chair, pressing her hands to the armrests. And two elfs in disguise as an “innocent lamb”, Tuneya, that calls me her thing and bitch and her daughter Antarua, who has, from the first meeting on me, plans of a sexual nature.

- wah! - Tuneya turned on its side took a seductive pose. Holding her chest forward and spreading her legs, she looked at her father with lust. A second later, she took her true form. Papa was stunned by the look of a naked orange elf, with piercing green eyes with a semi-golden iris, a large third-sized chest and ... a smile on the whole face, from one ear to the other occupied a series of pointed teeth. Between the legs, the male member lay quietly, resting after today.

“Is that, what the fuck is your mother?”

- Surprise boss! Your daughter tried! - she looked at her "baby."- He is usually bigger and more impressive in size, but he is so tired fucking your daughter, that now he sleeps soundly.

I sucked in the air through my nostrils, blushing, Papa cocked the trigger and was ready to shoot. I prayed in my mind, if only it helped, how I hate her. Her attitude towards me, what she does with my mother and what she forced me to do, how she broke, beat, raped, bending me under her, like a dog.

But the shot did not follow, silence. The frightening silence was interrupted by the song "Grigory Leps - I'll leave to live in London." The father turned pale, shook and sweated, it does not seem that he was scared, rather, PIAN. The green elf appeared instantly in front of him, with a smile like a shark, hugged the man by the shoulders and licked his nose. This finished him off, taking a few short sighs, he fell to the floor with a heavy bag. Mother jumped up and ran to him. But Tuneya stopped smiling, with a sadistic and at the same time cheerful expression on her face, she slowly approached me, her fists were clenched. The look read "I knew it!". Putting the knife forward like a shield, he was abruptly discarded, or rather his blade. The handle flashed in my hand, before the fist slammed into my stomach. It felt like a hole in my stomach. Taking me by the hair, futanari knocked my forehead against the wall.

I woke up naked in my bed, I was knocked out of unconsciousness, very sick in the face. Tuneya looked at me, as if she had caught the thief on a hot day and will now beat him, but there will be something worse.

- Ay-yay-yay! Small bitch ... Such a bold, stupid and beautiful bitch! - Mrs. (again and maybe for a short time, for me) sat on the top, her penis is big and firm, raised up and ready for my punishment. - I will not say anything, I will just fight you ...

- Better kill! You sra ... - They did not give me a talk, the elf took my tongue with her fingers and yanked so that she could tear it off.

- From the inside! “Hitting my jaw, I bit my tongue. It was a punishment, a pain in those places that will not be visible at first glance. So it seemed to me at first, but everything turned out much worse.

Opening her mouth wide, she dug her lips. Saliva flowed into my mouth to drink. I drank from her lips sweet, exciting, intoxicating and wild honey, he continued to flow without stopping, began to choke, thick, like sweet honey, like fruit juice with strawberries and vanilla. My mind is clouded, my body is numb and became wadded. Having relaxed, I stopped jerking my legs quietly on my bed, I looked into the eyes of an elf. She let me go and licking her fingers began to kiss my halos breasts, playing with my clitoris. Her finger penetrated into me, massaging the walls of the vagina, I reacted and flowed. Desire filled her head, lust flowed under the skin, demanding affection. It became difficult to breathe, but with every breath I felt hotter and better.

There was a click of the handcuffs and the rapist retreated one step from the bed, enjoying the spectacle. I frantically jerked my head, all my sensitive zones began to bang. I wanted sex, simple, rough, gentle, unrestrained, it doesn’t matter if I were treated like a whore many, many times. Kitty moaned and I along with her. Pleasure turned into torture. The legs were divorced to the sides by themselves, the boobs were jumping up and down, the nipples stood up and trembled, demanding touches. I wanted to say, anything, if only someone touched me, I seemed to be able to finish one finger in myself. Language did not obey. Honey blunted the pain, but to speak it was not possible, you can only moan and scream. The skin between my legs swelled, stretched out from within by desire, it narrowed the world to one thought and need, so that they would touch me, hold me, have, and no matter who and how. The situation was getting worse, sweet torture was delayed and slowly turned into pain, pain unknown to me. The body wanted to fuck, I was drugged to the top of ecstasy, and now slowly being pulled down.

How long it lasted, I didn’t know, my body ached, it all hurt like after a beating, nausea crept up to my throat. Any movement brought flour.Nothing, without realizing it, I prayed that all this would end as soon as possible.

The elf stripped me off the chain and covered the blanket, feeling the fabric on the skin, I was electrocuted all over my body. Sleep was my salvation, and maybe even eternal rest.

Field. It was a battlefield. Wars in the Greek ...