**Chapter 8: The Unbearable Agony**

Paralyzed by terror, Sarah could only comfort Emily as they watched in horror. She wrapped her arms around Emily, holding her close as tears streamed down her face. Emily was shaking, her body trembling with fear and pain, and Sarah tried to calm her down, whispering words of reassurance in her ear. As they watched, Victoria pulled Abby on top of her on the bed, her hands moving to Abby's waist, pulling her down. Abby's eyes were wide with fear, her face pale, and Sarah could see the terror in her eyes. Victoria's lips moved to Abby's, and she kissed her, her tongue moving deep into Abby's mouth. Sarah felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she watched, her eyes fixed on Abby's face. She could see the fear and confusion in her daughter's eyes, and it broke her heart. Victoria's hands moved to Abby's perky ass, fondling it, squeezing it, and Sarah felt a wave of rage wash over her. She wanted to scream, to shout, to do something, anything, to stop this, but she was frozen in place. As Victoria ground their cocks together, Sarah could see the excitement in her eyes, the sadistic pleasure she was getting from this. She was enjoying this, enjoying the fear and pain she was causing, and Sarah felt a wave of despair wash over her. This was a nightmare, a living hell, and she didn't know how to escape. And then, Victoria roughly shoved her cock into Abby's pussy, taking her virginity. Abby's eyes went wide, and she cried out, her body trembling with pain and shock. Sarah felt a wave of agony wash over her, and she buried her face in Emily's hair, trying to shield her from the sight. As Victoria savored Abby's cries and moans, Sarah could feel her own tears streaming down her face. She was crying for her daughter, for the pain and terror she was enduring, and for the fact that she couldn't do anything to stop it. She was trapped, frozen in place, and all she could do was watch as her daughter was brutalized. Emily was crying too, her body shaking with sobs, and Sarah held her close, trying to comfort her. They were both crying, both of them, and Sarah felt a wave of despair wash over her. This was a nightmare, a living hell, and she didn't know how to escape. As the scene unfolded before them, Sarah knew that she would never be able to erase this from her memory. She would never be able to forget the sight of her daughter being brutalized, of the fear and pain in her eyes. And she knew that she would do anything, anything at all, to make sure that Victoria paid for what she had done.