Simpsons Pornography Story: Family Incest

“Homer!  Please, stop!” Lisa winced in agony.

  Lisa Simpson was crying out her rage and her pain.  Her rage because she was useless to stop the fiendish acts of Homer.  She was too petite in front of his 200 pounds.  And her pain because he was raping her.

  It had all started when she was only 5 years old.  Back then, she still looked up to him, he seemed to be there when she needed him the most, even if he was quite irresponsible.  She loved him.  He loved her for more then that.  Actually, love wasn’t the right word.  Homer just used her body for release.  He didn’t like Lisa Simpson the person; only body she had.  That’s why one warm summer night, he had come into her room.

  Marge had left with her sisters to see a show and said she would only be coming back the day after.  Homer had then decided to make Lisa into a woman, moreover, his woman.  He had entered into her room with out a word.

  “Hey dad!  What are you…”

  He had thrown her on the bed, had removed her nightgown and immediately starting sucking her private parts.  She didn’t like it at all, she was afraid him.  She kept asking Homer to stop, hitting his head with her small fists when he refused.  He hit her back in the face, hard, making her cry out. 

  The walls had no ears to hear her plea.  On that warm summer day, Lisa had not become a woman, she had become a victim, the victim of a lewd and perverted man.  Since then, Homer had taken advantage of her every time he could: when Marge was out, when he was alone with her, even late at night when she was sleeping.  There was no escaping his monstrous cock, the symbol of her nightmare.

  Now, Lisa was sexual slave.  As he said: ass, pussy and mouth were his.  And he was proving his point now by pounding his fat meat into her shit hole.  Lisa only cried now, shaken every time he forced himself into her tight passage.  His hands were holding her legs, pushing and pulling as hard as he wished.

  Finally announcing the end of her torment (for now), Homer discharged his incestuous semen in the her ass.  The fat man tensed up and grunted, flooding her bowels until his balls were empty.  Then, he slowly removed himself from her, leaving a slim line of cum to connect them.  Homer wasn’t finished however.

  He turned Lisa on her back and presented his shit and cum soiled cock to her face.

  “Lick it clean,” he simply said.

  She knew that refusing would only bring more pain and so, she obliged, sticking out her tongue and licking the contour of his manhood.  She closed her eyes tear filled eyes to try and ignore the disgusting taste, unwittingly remembering the first time she had tasted the lewd mixture.  She had then vomited on Homer’s cock.  Of course, Homer had not left her unpunished.  After a few well placed slaps to the face, Homer made her eat her own vomit, which she later regurgitated again, this time in the toilet.  Marge only thought she was sick so Lisa stuck in bed the day after and Homer got away with yet another perversity.  Now, Lisa was so used to the taste that she could almost block it with her mind.  Almost.

  When Homer was satisfied with her cleansing, he removed himself from her, making her gasp some air and cough.  He put his clothes back on and as he went to the door, he turned one last time to Lisa.  Before him was a sight which would of sickened any normal sane person.  The girl was nude, in sweat and crying, legs parted revealing a clear and gooey substance emitting from her butt and staining her lips.

  “If you ever speak of this to anyone, I swear I’ll kill you.”

  The same threat each time and she knew it wasn’t an idle one only by the murderous look he gave her.  Her dad left the room after that.  Slowly, still in pain, Lisa went to the bathroom to scrub so of her father’s fluids off her.  She then returned to her room with some stain remover.  Ten minutes later, the rape was but a horrible memory in a child’s mind.

  Lisa went downstairs to the living room, where her brother was watching Itchy & Scratchy.  He glanced towards her for a moment.

  “Cool, 20 big ones!”

  Bart was referring to an agreement he and Homer had: each time he noted that he had raped Lisa, Homer would give him 20 dollars.  Bart was more then happy to oblige and so continued Lisa’s torment.

  Beside Bart sat Maggie, her baby sister.  Their eyes met, one a look of innocence and the other a look of sadness.

“Oh Maggie,” she said in a low voice.  “What tortures will you have to endure from our father?”