On their 18th birthday, triplets Betty, Tina, and Riley, fueled by vodka and years of resentment, unleash a horrifying revenge on their father, Greg, in their decrepit farmhouse. After getting drunk, the girls tie him down, brutally raping him in a violent, bloody frenzy, forcing him to impregnate each of them. Their rage knows no bounds as they mutilate him with knives and broken glass, their assault a savage mix of lust and hatred. Once they’ve secured his seed, they slit his throat and feed his corpse to the family Rottweiler, Brutus, in a gruesome finale of contemporary horror and taboo erotica.
The old farmhouse creaked under the weight of a humid summer night, the air thick with the scent of cheap vodka and sweat. Betty, Tina, and Riley, triplets who had just turned 18 that morning, sprawled across the living room floor, their laughter slurring into something darker. They’d been drinking since noon, a stolen bottle of Smirnoff passing between them, their inhibitions drowning in the burn. Betty, the boldest, had blonde hair matted to her forehead, her blue eyes wild with a reckless edge. Tina, quieter but vicious when pushed, chewed her black painted nails, her green eyes darting with nervous energy. Riley, the tallest, with red hair and a cruel smirk, kept egging them on, her voice a low growl as she poured another shot. Their dad, Greg, 45, sat in his recliner, oblivious, nursing a beer, his broad frame slouched, his dark hair graying at the temples. He’d raised them alone after their mom split, but the girls had grown to hate him, blaming him for every bruise, every scream, every night they went hungry. Tonight, their resentment boiled over, fueled by liquor and a shared, twisted hunger for revenge.
They’d planned it in whispers between shots, their giggles turning to snarls. Betty stood first, swaying, her crop top clinging to her sweat slicked skin. “Let’s fucking do it,” she slurred, grabbing a coil of rope from the corner, a leftover from Greg’s failed attempt at fixing the barn. Tina nodded, her hands trembling as she snatched a kitchen knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. Riley, already stumbling, grabbed duct tape from the drawer, her smirk widening. Greg barely looked up as they approached, his beer can slipping from his hand. “What the fuck are you girls doing?” he mumbled, but Betty was on him, slamming the bottle over his head. Glass shattered, blood trickling down his temple as he slumped, dazed. Tina and Riley pounced, dragging him to the floor, his protests muffled as they bound his wrists and ankles with the rope, duct tape sealing his mouth. The family dog, a massive Rottweiler named Brutus, growled from the corner, sensing the violence in the air.
The girls stripped him fast, tearing his flannel and jeans, leaving him naked on the hardwood, his cock soft and vulnerable. Betty spat on him, her voice a venomous hiss. “You’re gonna pay, you piece of shit.” Tina kicked his ribs, the crack echoing, blood pooling under his skin. Riley laughed, her hands already working his dick, forcing it hard despite his groans of pain. “Gonna make you our bitch, Daddy,” she sneered, her nails digging into his flesh. The triplets, drunk on power and vodka, were ready to unleash hell, their plan to force him to breed them a sick pact sealed in their twisted sisterhood.
Betty straddled him first, her shorts yanked off, her cunt already wet with sick anticipation. She slammed down on his cock, no prep, no mercy, her nails raking his chest bloody. Greg’s muffled screams vibrated against the tape, his body bucking, but the ropes held tight. “Fuck you, Daddy!” Betty roared, riding him hard, her ass slapping his thighs, her pussy clenching as she forced him deeper. Blood mixed with her juices, his cock raw from the friction, but she didn’t stop, grinding until her cunt spasmed, cumming with a feral scream. “You’re gonna knock me up, you fuck!” she spat, slapping his face, his nose breaking under her palm, blood spraying.
Tina shoved Betty off, her own shorts gone, her pussy dripping with depraved need. “My turn, asshole,” she growled, mounting him, her knife pressed to his throat. She sliced shallow cuts across his chest, blood welling as she fucked him, her hips slamming down, his cock tearing her tight walls. “You like that, you sick fuck?” she hissed, carving her initials into his skin, his muffled cries fueling her. She rode him brutal, her cunt gushing, blood and cum mixing as she came, her blade nicking his jugular, a thin red line dripping. “Gonna have your fucking baby,” she panted, smearing his blood across her tits.
Riley pushed Tina aside, her red hair wild, her eyes crazed. “Watch this, Daddy,” she snarled, stripping naked, her body slick with sweat. She squatted over him, forcing his bloody cock into her ass, no lube, just raw pain. Greg’s body convulsed, his screams choking behind the tape, but Riley laughed, bouncing hard, her shitter stretching, blood leaking down his balls. “Take it, you cunt!” she yelled, her nails clawing his thighs, leaving deep gashes. She fucked him relentless, her ass clenching, cumming with a shudder as she felt his cock pulse, unloading deep in her bowels. “That’s my baby batter, you fuck,” she spat, spitting on his face, his eyes swollen shut from their blows.
Betty wasn’t done, her rage unending. She grabbed a beer bottle from the floor, the neck jagged from the break, and shoved it into Greg’s mouth, ripping the tape off. “Suck it, bitch,” she screamed, forcing it down his throat, his teeth cracking, blood pouring. She mounted him again, her cunt slamming onto his cock, the bottle gagging him as she rode. “Cum again, you fuck!” she demanded, her pussy milking him, his body shaking as he nutted, his seed flooding her womb. She pulled the bottle out, his lips shredded, and smashed it across his face, glass embedding in his cheek, blood pooling on the floor.
Tina took her second round, her knife now at his balls, slicing shallow cuts as she fucked him. “You’re gonna breed us all, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice cold, her cunt slamming down, his cock raw and bleeding. She carved deeper, his screams raw, his ballsack dripping red as she came again, her pussy soaking his torn flesh. “That’s two for me, you fuck,” she laughed, licking his blood off the blade, her eyes glinting with madness.
Riley went again, her ass still leaking his cum, but she wanted more. She forced his cock into her pussy this time, her nails digging into his throat, choking him as she rode. “Die breeding us, you piece of shit,” she growled, her cunt clenching, his cock pulsing despite the pain. She came hard, her juices mixing with blood, his seed spilling into her, her third load secured. “All fucking knocked up,” she panted, punching his face, his jaw cracking, teeth scattering across the floor.
The girls took turns again, a brutal cycle, each fucking him raw, their cunts and asses tearing him apart. Betty used the knife now, slicing his chest open, blood gushing as she rode, her orgasm soaking his wounds. Tina carved his thighs, her pussy slamming down, his cock a bloody mess, her cum mixing with his gore. Riley choked him with her hands, her cunt milking his last drops, his body limp, his breathing shallow. They fucked him until he was a husk, his cock shredded, his body a canvas of blood and cum, their wombs filled with his seed.
They stepped back, panting, their bodies slick with his blood, their cunts dripping with his cum. “Time to end it,” Betty said, her voice cold. Tina grabbed a cleaver from the kitchen, her hands steady now, and Riley whistled for Brutus. The Rottweiler bounded in, snarling, his eyes on Greg’s broken form. Betty cut the ropes, his body too weak to move, and Tina sliced his throat, blood spraying as he gurgled his last breath. “Feed, boy,” Riley commanded, and Brutus attacked, tearing into Greg’s corpse, his jaws ripping flesh, bones cracking, blood pooling on the hardwood.
The girls watched, their laughter echoing, their bodies trembling with the high of their depravity. Brutus feasted, Greg’s guts spilling, his cock chewed to nothing, his face unrecognizable. The triplets, now pregnant with their father’s seed, stood over the carnage, their pact sealed in blood and horror, the farmhouse a tomb for their twisted revenge.