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"I'm sorry, Mr. Brody, my test results confirmed the first set; cancer has spread throughout your body." Doctor Cynthia Peters wisely waited until the big man composed himself, pausing to make sure he was still listening to her words. "At this point, treatment is not only useless but would take away any time left to wrap up your estate."

Brock Brody struggled to control his emotions as he ran his fingers through his thick long hair. The doctor’s office smelled like a hospital; he hated hospitals. From experience, hospitals meant pain, suffering, and death.

Brock stood up and paced in the small office, contemplating his next step. Right now, all he wanted was to get on his Harley and ride away. Maybe that's precisely what he would do. Ride off into the sunset, literally.

Dr. Peters hated this aspect of her profession as she looked at the massive man with empathy in her heart. "Do you have any questions?"

"Nah, but you better send me your bill quickly," Brock said, giving the doc a wink. His moment of self-pity passed, and his swagger returned. "See you, Doc," he said, walking out of her office without looking back.

Brock never anticipated the results would be any different, but still, he held out false hope. His day-to-day casual approach to life was over. He never had a master plan; he just plugged along doing things that made him happy. Now, he was indeed on his own, with no family or close friends to stand by his side. He wasn't terrified of dying, nor did he have any regrets for the life he chose to live.

People quickly moved out of the way as Brock strutted down the sidewalk. His intimidating size and rough appearance did more than hint he was not a man to mess with. Only fools dared to challenge a six-foot-eight three hundred pound man full of muscle and danger.

Brock's face was a testament to his line of work. His nose twisted to the left, broken multiple times. A long, jagged scar ran down his right cheek courtesy of a broken beer bottle from a punk's sucker punch; he almost lost his eye on that one. Most of the fingers on his gnarly hands suffered breaks at one time or another; bare-knuckle fighting was hard on the joints. His slight limp was due to taking a bullet in the leg years ago.

Brock worked as the head bouncer at Pretty Gals strip club for the past twenty years, protecting the dancers and throwing out the drunks or rowdy assholes. His forty-one-year-old body endured numerous injuries and broken bones along the way. Brock's fighting skills were good, but no one was invincible. The guys that tested him were out to make a name for themselves; to fight Brock was a status thing, even if you lost, just like in the movie Fight Club. Now Cancer was taking a swing at him, and all his strength was useless.

He threw his leg over his pride and joy, a 1949 Panhead with tank shifter and foot clutch. Sure, there were better, more comfortable Harley's to ride, but he loved this old one. Brock shook his long dirty-blonde hair back and put on his vintage lid with leather straps. The law said he had to wear it, a stupid law passed by idiots who didn't know the joys of riding.

The roar was deafening as Brock twisted the throttle. He smirked at the disapproving looks of passersby, smirking when an exhaust pop made them jump. Vibrations surged through his muscular body as he listened to the symphony. Brock waited until the machine soothed his internal stress; then, with a flick of his right wrist, he shot out into the traffic, ignoring the honking horn and squeal of brakes of some dickhead in a BMW.

There was no destination, just the freedom of rolling on. The wind whipped Brock's shoulder-length hair around as he exceeded the speed limit. The California sky was boringly sunny; he weaved in and out of traffic, daring vehicles to hit him. Being terminally ill gave him a new outlook, a fuck-it attitude.

His mind drifted as he faced his internal demons. He had never been a loving or nurturing man; he learned to look after himself from an early age. His dad died when he was thirteen, and he fell in with the wrong kind of crowd. It was only by sheer luck he didn't end up dead or in prison. Dealing drugs and fighting were the only things that made him feel alive inside; that and motorcycles.

Teachers and coaches tried to help along the way, but he was too stubborn to listen or care. He had the potential to go to university on a full football scholarship, but instead, he dropped out of school to be a pimp's muscle. The seduction of free pussy and the opportunity to regularly use his fists drew him further into the dark side. It was ironic that one of the 'street girls' he protected changed the course of his life when she introduced him to the owner of a strip club.

The sun-bleached highway disappeared under his wheels, and the scenery seemed to stay stagnant. Time was no longer on his side. Reluctantly he took an exit when he felt the need to drain the dragon. He would have preferred to keep going, not think about the future or what little he had left, but a full bladder on a rigid frame Harley wasn't the most comfortable feeling.

Brock counter-steered into the run-down gas station, a small independent no-name, a dying sight among the giant oil company conglomerates. He parked his bike at the gas pump, topping up the tank, noticing he was the only customer. There didn't appear to be an outside bathroom, so he headed to the main entrance. His heavy black boots added an inch and a half to his height, forcing him to duck going through the door.

Rati watched behind the counter as the tough-looking blonde giant entered; she had never seen such a big man. Colorful sinister tattoos covered his bare arms; a tight black tee-shirt stretched to contain his muscles. The leather vest made her think he belonged to a motorcycle gang. Like always, her not-so-innocent eyes drifted down to his tight jeans, and she licked her lips when she saw the large lump in his crotch.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" Rati smiled as wicked thoughts filled her mind.

Rati's East Indian parents named her after the goddess of love. She didn't know if her name was the cause of her lust and passion, but her nineteen-year-old body constantly sought out sexual pleasure from men of all ages and sizes.

Brock took in the scene. The short brown girl was cute in a puppy dog way, with her wide-eyed enthusiasm. She barely came up to his belt buckle. Her tight yellow top accented small perky tits, and her semi-see-through leggings couldn't be any tighter. He felt his cock react to his dirty thoughts. After watching his 'girls' in the strip club get demeaned by drunk men for the past twenty years, he took pride in not being a misogynist jerk. Now, with Cancer raging through his body, he didn't give a shit about being nice.

"Well," Brock said, eyeing up the young girl, "I need to use your bathroom to take a leak."

He casually let his eyes roam over her body again; she was curvy and tight in all the right places. She seemed to bask in his attention and even pulled her shoulders back to show off her small tits. His mind reminded him he wouldn't have many more opportunities to flirt with young girls like her.

"You have a pretty smile," he complimented. "Nice full lips. I would love to see what they feel like wrapped around my cock." He expected the young girl to scream and call the cops, but his words made her smile grow larger. Son-of-a-bitch!

"Really!" Rati exclaimed as she looked around for Laki, her sister. The two of them had the morning shift until their dad Sam and older brother Aadi came in. The service station was a struggling family business, and her dad made all the siblings help out.

"Wow! I don't know if that line works with other girls, but it works on me!" she laughed, trying to visualize the size of his cock in his tight jeans.

Rati could hardly control her excitement. This morning's boring shift just turned into awesome; any day she got to suck a cock was a good day.

"Let me find my sister, and I will show you what my lips can do!"

"Well, that was unexpected," Brock said in disbelief as the tiny thing ran into a back room.

After a few moments, the clerk dragged out another brown girl, slightly taller, older, and timid by the looks of it. The older sister dressed more conservatively, in jeans and a loose tee-shirt with a UCLA logo. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, accenting her high cheekbones. Even with the loose top, he could see she had a tempting body underneath.

"Dad will kill you if he finds out!" Laki whispered in distress. She did a double-take when she finally noticed the big white man. He was huge. Her eyes locked on his as he undressed her visually. She tried to stop, but her mouth gave him a slight smile before rendering her face in an embarrassing blush.

"Are you going to tell him?" Rati asked in a threatening tone. As soon as Laki submissively shook her head no, Rati excitedly grabbed the man's hand. "Follow me, big boy!"

The young girl's hand felt small in his oversized mitt. The older girl was demurely smiling at him, showing off her dimpled cheeks. When he winked, it made her blush deepen.

Rati led him to the storage area filled with inventory; boxes of potato chips and chocolate bars sat adjacent to cartons of windshield fluid and oil. It was orderly, but not really.

"Can I watch you?" she asked brazenly. "You know when you're peeing."

Brock's deep laughter bounced off the walls in the room. "Watch? Fuck, you can hold my cock if you want to."

That little encouragement was all it took; Rati's hands couldn't move fast enough. She unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling out his cock. The giant had a nice one, extra thick. She pulled him along like a girl leading an elephant by the trunk. As she stood beside him in the bathroom, his warm cock was too tempting; she couldn't fight the urge to suck him.

"Well, aren't you special!" Brock laughed as the small girl latched onto his cock, sucking deep. "Damn, girl! You're good!"

The praise drove Rati to suck harder; next to getting her pussy speared, sucking cock was her second favorite thing. She took all of him, enjoying how quickly she made him grow with her mouth. "How bad do you need to pee?" she gasped, taking a quick breath.

Brock debated her question. "Keep sucking," he smiled, still not believing what was happening.

"Sure! My name's Rati, by the way."

Brock had received hundreds of blowjobs from girls at the strip club over the past twenty years. It was one of the perks of being the head bouncer. The owner insisted every new girl had to blow each of them as an initiation to the club. Only the girls that sucked their cocks were hired. In return, each girl had fierce protectors looking after them. He never touched any of the girls after the casting unless they proposed the contact first. Over the years, he had fucked quite a few of the dancers, but none of them became a steady girlfriend, and he never met a girl he wanted to marry.

"You got a sweet mouth, Rati!" Brock praised. Her face lit up with a bright, pleasing look, like a schoolgirl who received a compliment on her grades. She continued to engulf his cock with no signs of fatigue or agitation. Rati was a blowjob queen.

There was no need to force her head down; she did that to herself. Still, he showed her he could. He held her nose pressed against his belly as she sucked and used her tongue in tempting ways. You can always tell when a girl loves to give head, and Rati certainly belonged to that exclusive group.

Rati couldn't believe how lucky she was; this giant had the best kind of cock, thick and long. She deep throated the hard cock, glad the giant man had stamina. She wondered if he would fuck her after she swallowed his cum or if he would be a one-time man. She pulled back and just teased the slit in his bulbous cock-head with the tip of her tongue, waiting for him to take over. She smiled inwardly when his two big hands grabbed her head. She loved to be face-fucked.

"You little tease! Keep sucking until I come in your slutty little mouth!"

Her plan worked, like always. The giant took over, fucking her mouth with force. She loved it when a man took control.

Brock couldn't believe what was happening. He only got off the highway for a quick pit stop, now he was throat fucking this young East Indian girl, and she appeared to love every harsh thrust. At least that's what Brock thought her moans meant. Now he had a decision to make. Keep going and come in her mouth or take it to the next level.

"Fuck it!" Brock growled. He pushed Rati back; her mouth made a popping sound as she reluctantly released his cock. "Get your clothes off!"

"Yes, sir," Rati exclaimed, wiping the drool off her chin. She was naked in seconds, obediently waiting for his next order.

The height difference made it a challenge; Brock lifted Rati's light body and sat her on the filthy sink counter. Most young girls kept themselves shaved, not Rati. Her hairy pussy was old-school. Maybe it was an ethnic thing, not that he cared. She played with her nipples, twisting and pulling them as she waited for him to remove his jeans and boxers. She opened her legs as wide as possible.

"You better have a hole in there!" Brock laughed. "Otherwise, I'm going to make one!"

Rati's hands rubbed his chiseled chest, feeling solid muscles under the black tee-shirt. "What's your name?"

"Brock," he said as he directed his cock through the black rat's nest. "You fuck a lot of strangers?"

"OH!" she exclaimed as his thick cock found her hole. "Only the brave ones! I love your big cock, Brock!"

Her cunt was warm and wet, velvety smooth, and she pulled him close with each thrust. This little girl liked to fuck. The other girl, her sister, intrigued him as well. "What about your sister? Does she like cock as much as you?"

"You want to fuck my sister? Really? She will be so excited! Hurry! Fuck me; then, I will go get her!" Rati couldn't believe how incredible this day was turning out to be; this would be another chance to establish dominance over Laki.

Brock laid into Rati, using her pussy, without regard to her feelings. Surprisingly she loved it all. Her back was against the cracked mirror for support as he drove into her. She was continually screaming, maybe from his big cock or maybe from the way he tormented her nipples.

"I wish we were on a bed," Rati moaned. "I would love to ride your cock!"

The counter was too short for his height, and it gave him a kink in his back. He lifted Rati holding her skinny ass cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his body. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her lipstick-stained mouth. Their tongues dueled as her pussy sucked him with a sudden sweetness.

Rati loved a big strong man, and Brock was her pinnacle. She matched his thrusts, pulling up with her arms and using leg pressure to move her pelvis. When his passionate kiss ended, she leaned back, changing the angle until Brock hit her G-spot.

The little brown girl was hard to hold as she squirmed in his hands. She threw her head back, closing her eyes. Her open mouth formed a perfect "o" as she moaned in pleasure. Brock knew she was edging closer to her orgasm; all the signs were evident. But this was about him, not her. He slammed her body against the wall, keeping his cock buried deep.

"Do you like it rough?" he asked, as her childlike face looked at him in shock at his sudden change of demeanor.

Rati didn't know how this giant knew her favorite fetish. "Do it!" Rati cried out. "Hurt me!"

The silly girl had no idea of the damage he could inflict on her tiny young body. He pinned her arms above her head, giving her a snarl before leaning down and biting a nipple.

"Oh, god! More! I love it!" Her addiction to pain rendered her incapable of fighting back or rebuking his abuse.

He switched from nipple to nipple, clamping down harder each time, leaving teeth marks in her tender flesh. Her pussy encouraged him to keep fucking her as she kept yelling out.

"You scream too much," Brock said, moving his hand from her up-stretched arms to her throat. "If you come before me, it will be the last thing you ever do," he threatened as his fingers tightened. "You'll be dead before you hit the ground!"

The look in the giant's eyes filled her with terror. His face was scary enough on its own without those demon eyes looking at her. She liked rough sex, but misgivings surged through her body as she struggled to get free. His strength rendered her helpless. She didn't want to die.

Brock fucked her wildly, abusing her hole, driving his cock deep with every dominant thrust. He reduced her body to one purpose; his pleasure. Cancer drove him on, or at least the loathing inability to fight back. His intense craving for release stripped him of remorse as he exploited Rati's body.

"Hurry! Please! I can't hold out much longer!" Rati pleaded, not sure if her throat-whispers reached his ears. Despite the degradation, her body was on the brink of coming. He took control and savaged her like no man before him. Her body and mind loved the unnatural physical lust.

Brock's fingers tightened around Rati's throat as his cock shot a load deep into her hairy cunt. She squirmed in his arms with wide eyes bulging out of her red face. The release was what the doctor ordered, well, maybe not his doctor, but it still felt good.

As soon as she felt Brock cum inside her, she let go of everything she held back. The orgasm smashed hard as she struggled to breathe. Her body yielded to his power and corruption with a state of intense rapture. Brock gave her a 'snuff' orgasm, and she couldn't wait to try it again.

Brock retained his indifference to her well-being. There was no compassion in his hard eyes, but there was comprehension. Rati's oval face betrayed her sexual gullibility; he could have easily killed her. All she could see was excitement and pleasure, not the inherent danger.

Rati tried to talk, but the words wouldn't come out. Finally, in a hoarse cough-whisper, she found her voice. "I would suck you clean, but I want you to make my sister do it."

"Make her? You mean she won't be as willing as you?"

Swallowing hard, Rati pushed the words out slowly. "She can be a little shy. Just say you'll tell our dad about her sucking off our cousin," she said, wincing at how the laughter hurt her throat. "She'll know what that means."

"Every family has secrets," Brock said as he pulled out and dropped her to the dirty bathroom floor. He pushed Rati harshly against the wall. "If you liked it up the ass, you would be perfect."

She looked up at him in a trancelike state. "Who says I don't?" she teased, reaching for her clothes. "Go pee, and I'll get my sister."

Brock examined the young girl closer. She was an anomaly; she looked so innocent but acted like a seasoned whore. Rati gave his cock a lick and kiss, then rushed out half-dressed with a sinister smile on her face.

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Brock was still draining his cock when there was a knock on the door. He looked back as Rati pushed her naked sister towards him.

"Have fun, Brock!" Rati laughed, then quickly slammed the door shut. "Laki, do it, or else!" Rati shouted through the door.

Laki was using her hands to cover her breasts and between her legs. She was embarrassed beyond belief, but it didn't stop her eyes from looking at the white giant's cock. His cock was big, like the rest of him.

"So, Laki," he said, now that he knew her name. "Your sister said you like to suck cock," Brock eyed up the beauty as he made piss circles in the stained bowl.

"NO! He forces me!" Laki stammered swiftly, unable to break her stare from his cock.

Like night and day, the two sisters were that different. "Why are you naked?" he asked, giving his cock one last shake, before turning towards the apprehensive girl.

"Rati forced me," Laki whimpered. "I have to do what she says or else."

"Hmm, that 'or else' seems to be very powerful. Well, we don't want to disappoint your sister then!" Brock laughed. "Lick my cock clean; then we can fuck."

Tears leaked out of Laki's eyes; she had to appeal to this man. "Please! I'm saving myself for marriage." She could see her concerns didn't make a difference to this man. "Maybe you can use my bum instead?" she begged.

Whatever the two sisters had going on, it was more than they were telling him. Laki was scared stiff of something. Yesterday he would have walked away; today, he didn't give a fuck about being a nice guy anymore.

With cat-like quickness, he reached out and pulled her towards him. He slapped the hand, covering her breasts. She submissively stood there as he looked at her firm body. He liked her up-thrust breasts and big puffy nipples. Even scared, she was beautiful.

"You're a virgin?" he asked, a little surprised at her revelation.

Laki couldn't speak, only nodded her head yes. She couldn't believe the giant's cock was growing right in front of her eyes.

Brock twisted one of her brown nipples, waiting for her to complain. When she didn't, he abused both nipples, then forced her to the bathroom floor. "Open your mouth. Taste my cum and your sister's juices."

Whether it was intentional or not, Laki kept eye contact. Her big, gorgeous brown eyes were silently pleading. All it did was make his cock harder.

"Now, suck me."

At this moment, Laki hated her sister even more than she already did and silently vowed vengeance, no matter how long it took. This was the second cock she sucked. The first had been her dad.

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Laki's dad attacked her in the storage room over a month ago, pushing her against the boxes, forcing her to her knees, making her suck his cock. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. His wild eyes looked right through her as he raped her mouth. Rati heard screams and caught them. Instead of coming to her rescue, she laughed and took photos of the sick act. Now, every day at shift change, Rati makes her suck their dad's cock in the box-filled backroom until he comes in her mouth. Rati is blackmailing both of them, threatening to show their mom the dirty pictures.

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Brock watched Laki doing her best to please him. The thought of fucking this girl's ass was working, that along with her sloppy sucking. She didn't have her sister's talent, but those sexy deep brown eyes of hers were compelling. He forced her to take him deeper, making her gag violently.

"I haven't fucked a virgin in a long time. If you suck my cock better, I'll only fuck your ass."

Laki didn't know what else to do. Her dad's cock was much smaller and easier to suck. She tried to do better, sucking harder, even using her tongue.

"Enough!" Brock yelled. "You're hopeless!"

He eyed her naked brown body; she would make a good stripper. Her exotic look would go over well with all the men. Surprisingly, unlike Rati, her cunt was shaved smooth; he thought it would be the reverse. It was hard to tell, but he guessed Laki was in her early twenties.

"Turn around, let me see your ass."

She wanted to run away but instead did what this stranger ordered. Looking in the mirror at herself made her heart sink. She watched the stranger reach out and touch her ass. It made her jump, and she let out a little scream. His finger was searching, probing. She prayed he would only use her bum. She wanted to keep her virginity for her future husband, as a good East Indian woman would.

Brock smiled in the mirror, looking at the innocent girl as he pushed his index finger against her back hole. "Your sister must have something horrible on you. Tell me what it is."

"Ow! That hurts!" Laki gave a long grieving sigh, almost a sob, as he violated her virgin ass. She leaned over further, hoping it would ease the pain.

"Yeah, just imagine what my cock will feel like!" he laughed. "Tell me, or I'll fuck your cunt." He pushed his finger deeper. Without lube, there was no way his cock was going to breach her tight hole, at least not without some damage.

Laki squirmed on the end of his long thick finger. He kicked her legs open wider and pushed deeper. She was desperate to keep her virginity; she had to disclose her secret.

She lifted her head to meet his eyes in the mirror. "My dad forced me to suck his cock; he said the voices in his head made him attack me. Rati caught us, and she's blackmailing both of us now!" The words burst out of her mouth in disgrace. "I have to suck my dad's cock every day, or Rati will show mom the pictures."

"How long has this been going on?" he asked, suddenly feeling disconcerted about what he was doing to Laki.

"Almost a month," Laki moaned. "A month of hell! My dad pretends he doesn't want to keep doing it, but I know he does. I hate the way he laughs along with Rati when he comes in my mouth!"

"Does it turn you on to suck your dad's cock?" Brock asked. "To have your sister force you."

"NO!" Laki shouted. When his finger twisted, she conceded the truth. "Just a little, it confuses me."

"Is that right?" He pulled his meat-hook finger out and slapped her pear-shaped ass. "Maybe you need to be punished; good girls don't suck their dad's cock."

Laki bowed her head in agreement; she was disgusted with herself. She never moved as Brock spanked her, taking the punishment she felt she deserved. Once, twice, three times, she waited for the next blow, but it never came.

Brock locked the door so they wouldn't be disturbed. Being extra tall made sex difficult with a short woman, especially in a confined space like this. The cramped room offered few options; he closed the lid and sat down on the toilet with his hard cock pointing to the orange-peel painted ceiling.

"Come closer," Brock said, patting his leg. "I thought of a way to make your sister and dad leave you alone. If you can get my cock in your ass, then I won't take your virginity."

He didn't know if she would fall for it or not. His last virgin was back in his teens, and he wasn't going to get many more chances before he kicked the bucket. He could take her virginity, but he wanted the decision to be hers.

Laki's nervousness matched the insanity of the moment. She didn't want to feel false hope, but if this giant could free her, it would be worth the chance. "How? How can you free me?"

"First, let's get my cock in your ass!" Brock grabbed her arm and pulled her close; they were almost eye to eye. His scary-looking face intimidated most people, but not this innocent girl. She faced him, with her legs spread apart on each side of his thick thighs. His cock poked at her virgin cunt as she stood on tiptoes, trying to preserve her virginity.

"Kiss me," he said. "Like I'm your lover. Like you kiss your dad!"

"I don't kiss my dad like that!" she said, appalled that he thought that. For some reason, she needed this stranger to know that she was a good girl. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, pretending she was kissing her imaginary husband. Her tongue touched his as his arms hugged her tighter. She rubbed her elongated sensitive nipples against his chest as his big cock felt her private area, forcing her to stretch taller.

Her ample soft ass cheeks felt good in his big mitts. He mauled them, squeezed them, pulled them apart. "I like your ass," he blurted out, "reach back and guide my cock in you."

Laki tried desperately to take his cock in her ass, but it was hopeless. She tried everything. "It won't fit," Laki uttered, staring into his sea-blue eyes. Her nervous eagerness to be free from Rati and her dad dissolved into fear of losing her virginity.

"Will you let me fuck your cunt to save you?" Brock knew Laki wouldn't be able to get his cock in her tight ass, not without lots of lube. She didn't know that he didn't have an escape plan for her; it was a ruse.

Her legs were shaking; the strain was too much. She desperately tried once more to relax her ass, forcing her body down, but Brock’s cock was too big for her bum. She no longer had the strength to resist. "You promise to free me?"

"I promise," he lied.

Her body sagged against his. In despair, her fingers guided his big cock forward; she could feel her pussy splitting open. She gave up fighting and let gravity take over. The sharp pain made her cry out; she was no longer pure.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good!" he moaned. "My cock is in your virgin cunt!"

He kept the pressure on her shoulders, pushing her down until he had his cock buried inside her. Laki's wide eyes looked at him with anything but pleasure. The grimace on her face indicated she was in pain, but she never said anything except for a low inarticulate sound as she sat there fully impaled.

"Ride my cock," Brock ordered. When she didn't comply, he buried a finger in her ass and got her started.

Laki wanted to bawl; she willingly surrendered her most precious treasure. His scarred face smiled at her as he fucked her, front and back. She gritted her teeth in pain; only the thought of being free of Rati and her dad kept her from crying.

"Yeah, that's it, move up and down. Faster!" Brock moaned as he watched her sexy body. Everything about this woman stirred him. "My god, you're beautiful!"

Laki was stunned by Brock's words. She never considered herself beautiful or even pretty. Her body stretched to accommodate his size. Looking down, she saw blood, her blood. She wondered if his cock would ever feel good like Rati bragged it would. The pain was diminishing; at least the physical pain, the pain in her heart, wouldn't leave.

"Your cunt is tighter than your sister's loose one."

That wasn't something she wanted to be proud of, but it helped. She tried to smile at Brock as she bounced up and down, dreading the thought he would soon cum inside her.

"Oh! OH!" Laki cried out in surprise. She suddenly felt the pleasure her sister bragged about experiencing. Her pussy clenched the man's cock as her tummy rumbled. She bounced faster, holding onto Brock's shoulders for support. The forced physical contact connected her to the pleasure radiating through her body.

Her gorgeous sexy eyes bore into him; Brock knew she turned the corner from pain to pleasure. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Even an idiot would recognize that as the intensity of the coupling surged through her body. Her flushed face, open mouth, and hard nipples gave away her arousal.

"Oh, god! It does!" Something in the man's eyes made her feel desirable; he even called her beautiful. It was strange; all this 'touching' was bonding them together. He wasn't the devil she thought he was, even if he defiled her. The unexpected knock at the door made her heart race. Was her dad here?

"Laki! Hurry! Dad will be here soon!"

"Please, no more! I have to get dressed!" she begged, even though she kept her body bouncing.

"I don't care," Brock said to the frightened girl. "Keep going until I come in your cunt!"

The thought of her dad finding her like this made her go faster. The last thing she wanted her dad to know is he could fuck her pussy as well as her mouth. The panic loosened her timid tongue. "Do it! Quickly! Please, Brock! Come in my virgin cunt! I love your big cock!" The last exclamation disoriented her; did she love his cock?

He pulled his finger from her ass and pushed it in her open mouth. She sucked hard, obliviously to the smell and taste, or she didn't care. The tainted act was the last straw; his cock exploded in her no longer virgin cunt as he let out a loud bellow.

Laki felt her false husband shoot his seed into her unprotected pussy at the same time an orgasm radiated in her body. "Ah! I'm coming too!" She rode his cock longer, stretching out the moment, holding his shoulders as he smiled at her. It felt wonderful to have his cock inside her.

She softly kissed his neck as her orgasm receded to a pleasant warmth in her body. She put all her faith in this stranger to make things better. A stranger took her virginity, but it was her dad and sister who soiled her first. "You promised to help me," she said helplessly, as his face and eyes smiled at her.

A plan formed in Brock's mind as Laki sat on his cock, a sinister idea, one that might work. "Okay, but you need to pretend that you're still a virgin. I won't say anything if you don't."

Laki kissed him in gratitude, sucking on his tongue. Her hands softly caressed his rough beat-up face as she looked into his disarming eyes. His cock was still hard inside her, and she squeezed down. "You have a kind face," she said, kissing the long white scar. "Thank you!"

Her thank you threw him for a loop. He could tell it was heartfelt. "You're beautiful, inside and out,” he said, surprised at how quickly she got under his scarred skin.

They each cleaned up the blood and cum, flushing the evidence down the toilet. Laki surprised him with a final hug and suck of his cock before rushing out to get dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror, not proud of what he did to her, but maybe he could make things right.

Just as he walked out of the storage room into the main storefront, he saw two men rapidly coming their way. By their appearance, he assumed the older one rubbing his hands together in excitement was the dad and the other one his son. Rati had a smug look on her face, but after he initiated his plan, it wouldn't be there for long.

"Is that your dad?" he asked Laki. Her body language indicated she returned to her natural submissive stance. She nodded her head. "What's his name?"

"Sanjay, but he likes to be called Sam."

Brock met them at the entrance. "I've been waiting to talk to you!" His harsh tone and immense size made both men stare in palpable fear.

Sam wasn't a brave man. The voices in his head told him to turn and run, but the shame of having both of his daughters looking on kept him rooted in place. He was excited to fuck Laki's mouth again, but his lust vanished in an instant. As he opened his mouth to say something, he winced when the giant pushed him forward into the counter.

"Don't even think about it!" Brock warned the younger man, who looked ready to bolt.

At that moment, everyone had a petrified look on their faces, except for Laki; she was almost fawning in appreciation.

"Sam, I've been getting to know your daughters better. Especially Rati!" he laughed as he made the gesture for a blowjob with his hand and tongue in cheek. "All the rumors I heard about her are true."

Sam looked at Rati with bewilderment in his eyes. She was his innocent daughter, barely an adult.

"I want to buy your daughters. Both of them."

The unexpected news left Rati speechless. This giant knew about her; this wasn't a random encounter. He knew about her love of sex.

"What?" Sam sputtered in confusion. "Buy them?"

"Yeah, both. $5,000 for Rati and $10,000 for Laki because she's still a virgin. I checked," Brock laughed, winking at Laki.

"Are you okay, Laki?" Sam asked with false concern. He planned to take her virginity when the moment was right. "She's not for sale!" Sam burst out in defense.

"Too bad, Laki would make me a lot of money." He pointed his finger at Rati. "What about the other one. She's a real slut! I had her sucking my cock within two minutes of meeting her, and then I fucked her sloppy cunt."

Sam looked at his youngest daughter; he didn't know if he should believe this giant or not. If what he said was true, then this would be the chance to get Rati off his back once and for all. No more blackmail. Then he could finish training Laki, take her virginity, and use her as the voices in his head ordered.

"Daddy! No!" Rati begged as she could see he was thinking about the offer.

Brock walked closer to Sam, placing his large hand on the man's skinny shoulder, making him jump in fear. "Tell you what, I can sweeten the deal. I'll give you $10,000 for Rati, but I will sell her to the skinheads. They go through colored girls like crazy! Most of the girls don't last six months!" Brock enjoyed the look of fear in Rati's eyes. "What do you say? You could do a lot of repairs around here with that much money."

"Really? $10,000?" Sam mulled. "That’s a lot of money."

Rati's head reeled; she threw up before she could reach the garbage can. The thought of being a sex slave to racist men and torture was more than her mind could take.

"Why don't we leave Laki here, and the three of us go in the backroom," Brock ordered. He pushed the two men towards the storage room door. Brock noticed the front of Rati's top was covered in vomit as he dragged her along. Before shutting the door, he turned back and winked at Laki's stunned face.

Rati collapsed to the concrete floor finished in black and white stick-on vinyl tiles; she curled up in a fetal position as the three men stood around her. Nothing could be worse than this. Nothing!

"Well, what's your answer?" Brock asked.

Sam looked down at his youngest daughter. "She sucked your cock today?" Damn, maybe he should have pursued Rati instead of Laki?

"Yeah. Rati's very good at it!" Brock laughed. "Once the skinheads knock out all her teeth, I'm sure it will even feel better!"

Rati gave out a long sob and clutched her dad's leg. "I'm sorry, daddy! Please don't sell me!"

"Dad!" exclaimed Aadi. "You can't!" He stayed silent until now, unsure of what to do. Even though he enjoyed spying as Laki sucked his dad's cock, it would be wrong to sell Rati to this giant as punishment.

Brock's punch to Aadi's solar plexus was so fast no one saw it. "Get out of here!" Brock growled. "Leave this to the men!"

Aadi stumbled, knocking over several boxes, holding his stomach, trying to catch his breath as he rushed out in fear.

Brock hoisted Rati off the floor with her long black hair. "Go clean up," he said, pushing her towards the bathroom.

As soon as Rati was in the bathroom, he turned to Sam. "Look, I know you force Laki to suck your cock every day when you come into work. I also know Rati is blackmailing you both. I'm offering you the chance to get rid of Rati."

"WHAT? Who said such a terrible thing?" Sam took a step back in bewilderment. Who was this intimidating man? How did he know about his life? "Never! I'm her dad!"

"You can quit pretending," Brock said, hesitating for effect. "What if I could guarantee Rati would never tell anyone about you and Laki? Plus, you could fuck Rati anytime you wanted! Instead of selling her, you would be the one fucking her."

"You can do that?" Sam said in astonishment. The voices in his head were screaming at him to take the offer. He was training Laki, but Rati had always been his first choice. His youngest daughter was the sexiest, but Laki was easier to control.

"The family that fucks together stays together!" Brock laughed. "Give me a couple of minutes with Rati."

Rati was sitting topless on the toilet with her head in her hands when he came in. He softly closed the door behind him.

By the smile on Brock's face, she was sure her dad had just sold her. Why wouldn't he, after all the troubles she caused him.

"Finish getting undressed," Brock ordered.

Her fingers moved on their own, as her scrambled mind tried to think of a way out. Maybe she could offer to be Brock's slave; he liked her oral skills.

"We came to a deal, and you're mine now. Understand?" Brock said harshly.

Rati let the tears flow. It was over; her life was over. She should have never blackmailed Laki and dad, but it was thrilling to have such power over them.

"I'm not going to sell you to the skinheads. But you will be a sex slave," Brock said, waiting until her crying eyes looked up at him. "Do you agree to my terms?"

Hope flashed through her body. "Anything!" she exclaimed at the good news.

He lifted Rati's light body, placing her feet on the closed toilet seat. Her small brown nipples were hard, probably from the cold and not excitement, but then who knows with a woman like this.

He twisted one of her brown nipples clockwise. "From now on, you fuck one man only. You worship his cock and let him fuck you in all your holes. If you refuse or fuck another guy, I'll give you to the skinheads for free. Got it!"

"Yes! Yes!" Rati exclaimed in relief. "I'll make you the happiest man in the world!"

The roar of Brock's laughter radiated to the front counter. "Not me, you silly bitch, your dad!"

Rati's mouth dropped open, and she starred at Brock in disbelief at what he suggested; no demanded. "My dad?"

Brock opened the bathroom door. "Get in here!" he yelled at Sam. "Your new slut is waiting to suck your cock!"

Sam stared at his beautiful naked daughter; Rati was his, all his. The voices told him to rush forward and touch her everywhere at the same time.

"One condition!" Brock said, with his hand against Sam's chest, holding him back. "You never touch Laki again!"

"Yeah, yeah, no problem!" Sam said, eyeing up his naked teenage daughter. His cock hardened as he imagined all the nasty things Rati would do for him. He looked up at the giant blonde man; the voices needed confirmation. "She's mine? I can do whatever I want to her?"

"Go get her tiger!" Brock laughed.

Sam hurried forward and immediately started to chew on his daughter's hard nipple as she squealed in pain. His fingers searched for the opening between her legs, aggressively jamming them in without concern.

Dazed, Rati groped the wall behind her for support as she tried to come to terms with the bombshell. She looked at Brock in shock; his scarred face sneered at her. A chain reaction raced through her mind; her dad is her new lover, now and forever. If she didn't obey, skinheads would torture and kill her. The sudden realization overwhelmed her; the blackmail caused this outcome. Her dad's high-pitched giggling reverberated in the room, tightening like a cord around her throat, stronger than Brock's hands had been.

"Karma's a bitch!" Brock laughed at Rati's obvious discomfort. "Remember, nothing your dad wants to do to you is off-limits. Or else!"

Rati reluctantly nodded her head in agreement, horrified at how quickly things turned against her. She was now a sex slave to her dad.

Sam looked up at the giant, still unable to believe his good fortune. "I can do anything I want?" He repeated in disbelief. When the giant nodded yes, he giggled like a madman as his hands and mouth explored his daughter. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

Rati could feel her body collapsing; only the harsh thrusts of her dad's fingers kept her upright. She screamed again as her dad tried to get his whole fist inside her. When she reopened her eyes, she was alone with her dad; the stranger had left.

"Daddy! Daddy! If you make my hole too big, I won't be able to give you pleasure!" she begged, hoping to stop his deliberate violent thrusts.

Sam's demented expression softened as he turned his head to look at Rati. She was his to use; his beautiful daughter had to obey him, no matter what he wanted to do to her. Now all the demons hiding in the back of his mind could be set free, the voices that ordered him to do dirty, nasty, evil things to women. One by one, they would be coaching him, and no one could stop him. Rati was right; he had to temper his excitement; there was no rush; he could fuck her every day as much as he wanted.

Rati breathed a sigh of relief as her dad nodded and eased off. He was just another man, like all the others she had fucked. If this was her fate, then she needed to take control. "That's better," she exclaimed. "Maybe one more finger. OH! Yes! That's the right spot! Now deeper, daddy!"

Sam felt powerful as he finger-fucked his daughter. He had to calm down the voices, make them understand they had just won the lottery. Sam reached behind Rati with his other hand, searching for her bum-hole. The sound of Rati's screams made his cock rock hard as he roughly fingered both holes and bit down on her aroused nipple.

Laki was behind the counter when Brock came out looking around.

"Where is he?"

"Aadi? He's hiding in his car."

"What about you? Aren't you scared of me?"

She was, and she wasn't. Brock’s eyes revealed a tortured soul, but not a mean one. "A little bit."

"It's over. Rati has taken your place. Your dad will never touch you again."

Laki rushed to hug him in appreciation. "Thank you! Thank you!"

He stood there awkwardly as Laki hugged him. Her soft body was making his cock hard again. She had given him her virginity as a last resort for freedom from her sexual abuse. It felt good to honor his promise.

He hugged her back, enjoying her tight embrace. "Your dad’s a sexual psychopath. And your sister is a nympho."

Laki knew about Rati. She didn't know if she should tell Brock about the past charges her dad faced. Numerous women had accused him of rape, but he kept getting off on technicalities. There were probably many more women he raped that never filed complaints. It filled her with shame that her dad was a sick rapist.

"I know," she said, hugging Brock tighter. "I was scared of what my dad would do to me next. Thank you for saving me!"

She felt his cock harden, and her mind and body competed to control her feelings. She was shocked by the sudden burst of affection rising to the surface. He gave her the first orgasm of her life, and it was beautiful.

The two of them continued to hug until a customer walked in. Laki reluctantly let him go and put on her work persona. Brock gave her a wink and walked out the door, not looking back.

The Harley rumbled between his legs as he sat in the service station lot. Aadi ran into the office when the coast was clear, and he could see them talking. Laki was pointing to the back and laughing. It looks like Aadi knew what was going on. What kind of brother allows his dad to abuse his sister? The kid was as twisted as his father.

He cranked the throttle and pulled out onto the busy street, savoring the rich rumbling sound. He almost made it a block before turning around. He couldn't leave like this; it wasn't right.

Aadi ran into the backroom when the giant came back through the front door. He wasn't brave enough to confront him.

Laki's smile filled her face. Brock came back!

"Miss me?" he laughed.

"Yeah, what took you so long?" She teased, thinking he must have come back to check on her dad and Rati.

"You ever rode on a 'hog'?" Her vacant stare indicated she didn't know what he meant. "A Harley." Still no response. "A motorcycle," he laughed.

She looked out the window at the massive machine. "No, never."

"Want to?"

"Sure!"

"I'm going to take you to my place." He waited to see if Laki objected, but all she did was smile bigger. "I want to fuck you again, maybe even fuck your ass, but this time on a bed. I want to make up for the way you lost your virginity."

Laki nodded her head submissively. "I would like that," she breathed heavily. Unable to believe Brock came back for her.

Brock walked into the back storage room. Aadi was cowering in the corner behind a stack of pop cans. Brock opened the bathroom door to find Sam as naked as Rati, hunched over his daughter, fucking her ass. Drool and sweat rained off his body onto Rati's back; amazingly, Rati had a look of pleasure on her face. Unbelievable!

Rati's first thought was Brock had changed his mind. She needed to show the giant she was willing to be her dad’s sex slave; anything was better than belonging to the skinheads. "Harder, daddy! Fuck me harder!" Rati screamed, looking up at Brock.

"Laki is coming with me. Don't try to find her," Brock said, shaking his head in disgust at the two of them.

In a fit of fierce jealousy, Rati twerked her ass on her dad's cock. She should be with Brock, not Laki!

Sam didn't care about Laki anymore as he continued fucking his young daughter's ass. "Take her; I have what I need now!"

Brock walked over to Aadi and dragged him by his shirt to the bathroom. "I know you're just as twisted as these two! Get undressed and fuck your sister's mouth! She's your slut now too!"

Aadi fearfully undressed in front of everyone, revealing a decent-sized cock. Watching his sister and dad fuck was making him hard. He stood in front of Rati, unable to take the last step. This was different than spying on Laki, sucking their dad's cock.

Rati knew she had to obey Brock; the alternative consequence would be a slow death at the hands of white racist skinheads. She reached out in the blindness of the moment, drawing Aadi's cock deep into her willing mouth. Despite her prison terms, she sighed contentedly; two cocks were always better than one.

Sam gave his son a low territorial growl; the voices in his head were not pleased that he had to share Rati.

Brock shook his head in disbelief as Rati was double penetrated. Both men stared at each other in a contest of thrusts to see who could be the most aggressive. Yeah, this would make for interesting talk around the family dinner table, but he didn't think mom would approve.

"Your sister is quite the slut!" he laughed when he walked back out to Laki. "Right now, your dad is fucking her ass, and your brother is fucking her mouth, and she loves being their sex toy!"

"That doesn't surprise me, Rati constantly bragged about all the guys she fucked, and the things she let men do to her."

"Ready to go?" Brock asked.

Laki couldn't keep eye contact with him and looked at the floor while wringing her hands. "Are you going to sell me? After, you know, you fuck me?" Laki asked, concerned about her future.

"No!" laughed Brock. "Let's just see where this leads to."

"Okay!" Laki sighed in relief, excited that she wouldn't end up a sex slave. Her newfound feelings of freedom surged through her body. She gave him another big hug before throwing a few switches to turn off the power to the pumps.

She could hear the grunts and screams coming from the bathroom. "There's one last thing I need to do," Laki told him before heading to the back room.

Opening the bathroom door, Laki smiled wickedly. Rati saw her standing there, and they shared a long stare. Her brother and dad didn't care if Rati was in pain as they brutally used her body, front, and back. Tears flowed out of her evil sister's eyes; revenge never tasted sweeter. Laki gave Rati "the finger" and closed the door. It may be wrong, but she didn't feel sympathy.

After locking the front door, Laki took a last look around, wondering if she would ever see her sex-crazed family again, not surprised that she didn't care if she didn't.

Brock fitted her with the extra helmet strapped to the hardtail buddy seat. She looked cute, even if she had a terrified look on her face. After he kick-started his bike, he held out his arm, and she jumped on. "Hang on tight," he yelled as her arms wrapped around him, hanging on for dear life.

Laki hugged Brock tight, praying she wouldn't fall off the motorcycle. The vibrations of the seat radiated into her pussy, and she smiled, remembering how good his cock felt inside her; maybe she wouldn't need saving from him.

Brock had no one special to leave all his personal belongings. He had a mortgage-free house and a healthy bank account. Maybe if Laki agreed to stay with him, he would sign everything over to her. All she needed to do was surrender her body to him. He wanted to leave a little boy or girl in this world to show he had been here. That way, he could give the proverbial finger to the Big C before he checked out.

As he took a tight corner, Laki squeezed him harder, reaching down to rub his cock. He smiled at the thought of fucking her again and again and again.

Brock wasn't sure what to do about Rati. She had tormented Laki for a month; maybe that's what he would do to her. Leave her in the hands of her perverted dad and sick brother for a month of depravity. Let them abuse her every day, and if Rati hadn't run away by the end of the month, he would have "Long John" Robin contact her. He was always looking for new talent to star in his porn movies.

He let out a deep sigh as his beat-up face broke out into a smile. What a fucking day this turned out to be! He gave the throttle a quick twist, enjoying Laki's hard squeeze. Who knew the side effects of cancer would include rescuing a beautiful woman from her aberrant family?

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Thank you for taking the time to read my fantasy; if "Side Effects" tickled your fancy, I appreciate your vote or any comments you may have.

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