Don't Cum For Daddy

"Happy twenty first birthday, dear Janet," Don Vincent Valenti growled at the youngest of his seven step daughters as he slammed his cock deep into her sister's pussy.

Janet held her head high as she descended the stairs, biting down on her teeth, refusing to cower before this beast.

She learned three years ago, when her mom married the mafia king, never to look Don Vincent in the eye. Never to let him see how much he disturbed her.

He and his son, Jax Valenti, started fucking her mom and older sisters the moment they set foot in the house.

Literally.

The gang bang began the moment the front door closed. The mother. The daughters. Only the two youngest were spared Vincent's big dick, abruptly followed by Jax's.

Only eighteen at the time, Janet was quickly disillusioned with life, even if they didn't lay a finger on her.

This wasn't the safe haven her grandfather had promised them before he died. It was their prison. They gave up their honor to be sex slaves, ruined and humbled, stripped of their pride, innocence and dignity.

All so a dead man could save face. Pretend he didn't lose the war between the Russos and Valentis.

Janet thought it was a mercy that the Valentis spared her and Candice their dicks those first few years.

All that changed when Candice turned twenty one though.

It was only then that Janet understood. It wasn't mercy after all. It was some sick form of drawn out foreplay. Conditioning. Like a cat playing with a mouse it already knew it would end up killing.

For a whole year, Janet watched Candice be turned into just another fuck toy for the Valenti men.

On Janet's fuck days, the father and son double penetrated her in front of Janet on purpose. Janet's future fate played out cruelly before her eyes, week after week.

She looked on in horror, disgust and sometimes, regretfully, envy. Her pussy aching for similar treatment.

Jax counted down the days to Janet's twenty first birthday like it was some fucked up game to him.

She was stupid to think she had somehow escaped the father and son's notice. Of course they meant to fuck her too in the end.

Unfazed by Janet's appearance, maybe even welcoming it, Don Vincent fisted poor Candice's hair and wrenched her head back so hard that her spine curved like a bowstring.

His other hand gripped her throat while he pulled back and slammed in again, claiming every inch of Candice's reluctant pussy savagely.

"Moan for us, bitch," Jax Valenti grunted down at Candice, then he whipped his head in Janet's direction and sneered, "The big twenty one, sis. Finally a fuckable woman with smooth curves. Show your sister what her night is going to look like, Candy."

Candice obeyed and moaned around Jax's cock, the sound thick and broken. Spit ran down her chin in a messy downpour of humiliation and submission.

"Mhhhm! Mphffm!" Candice croaked, her eyes rolling back under the force of the agonizing double penetration.

Valenti men could always guarantee you two things: they didn't mince words and they knew how to ruin holes.

Candice dreaded her day for getting used weekly. She knew it would take her all week to just barely recover from their railing cocks while the Valentis fucked her other sisters.

Then she would to have to take

them again at the same time next week. Sometimes even on her period.

This was the life of every Russo woman. The deal they made to survive when their grandfather died, leaving them unprotected and penniless.

But not before Don Russo married off his only daughter to his cold and ruthless rival, Don Vincent Valenti.

Only Maria Valenti knew the hell she was signing on for, but with her husband and dad both dead and debts mounting, she had no choice but to let the don mount her.

And her daughters.

One of them was brutally fucked for every day of the week by the father and son.

They called it 'The Rotation'.

And today was Candice's day… but also Janet's, as it just so happened to be her twenty first birthday AKA her break in day.

A morbid thought occurred to Janet.

How would their 'duties' be divided now that there were eight of them to fuck instead of seven?

No.

Janet wasn't joining The Rotation.

Fuck no.

Candice's pussy clenched desperately around Vincent’s thick shaft, gripping and fluttering like it was trying to keep him inside even as fresh tears spilled down her face.

Disobedience would not be tolerated. She was twenty two now. Should be used to it by now, but still wasn't.

It wasn't like Vincent had been much of a step dad to her these five years, but still.

The way he fucked her, her mom and her sisters on a loop was degrading.

Humiliating.

But what could they do?

They were Valentis now.

And Vincent was the undisputed mafia king.

Untouchable. The most powerful man in the country. Heartless. Shameless.

Jax Valenti was his sole heir. Even he was the bastard son of a whore. Don Valenti knew nothing of love.

And the Russo women?

This was the extent of their existence. No lives beyond the doors of the Valenti mansion.

Just fuck toys, each waiting their turn to be used again.

On occasion, the Valentis lined the Russo women up and fucked all six sisters, alongside their mom, while Janet watched, just like that first day.

Those days were the most brutal.

Sex, moans and the sickly scent of cum clung to the air all day while the Russo women were fucked and berated until they screamed their voices away.

How far they had fallen.

Once mighty and respected, the Russos were glorified whores now.

Grandfather, why didn't you let mother claim your throne and keep fighting? Even in defeat, there would have been honor.

Fuck, this was no way to live.

No love. No hope. Just waiting to be humiliated again and again.

Well, fuck that.

Janet needed more. Hungered for safety. To be cherished.

Nothing less would do.