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It was no use trying to argue with him, he had nothing to lose. If I didn't do what he wanted then the pictures of me would go out online and to everyone I knew with my name attached just to make sure I couldn't escape it. I already felt sick to my stomach, ruined and in pain after what he did to me. And it wasn't going to stop.
It was summer vacation so he didn't leave the house much but he would spend hours of his day on call with his friends online, which at least meant attention away from me. I could sneak around and avoid him most of the day if I was quiet enough, at least giving me some kind of respite. It usually wasn’t until night that he seemed to remember I, or whatever he wanted from me, even existed. At least until I overheard him asking our parents if he could have some friends over that weekend.
“Just some guys I know online, we'll be hanging out in the basement. Little bro can even join if he wants.” He spoke so casually, like I would willingly join him for anything, like anything about him was normal. I prayed he only said that I could join to make sure our parents didn't nag him about leaving me out but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that it wasn't true. He had some kind of plan for me.
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I stood in the basement wearing some shitty, revealing maid outfit he must have gotten off Amazon. I tried to close in on myself, hunching my shoulders as I fiddled with the cheap polyester skirt between two of my fingers. I stared at the ground with a red face and a lump growing in my throat. This was just even more blackmail material for him to use against me, there was really no way out. Maybe he would get bored, but his demeanor as he stalked around me, drinking in how I looked, said otherwise.
“You’re probably getting off to this, huh?” He asked teasingly, slapping my ass hard and making me yelp. He groped the tender skin, palming my ass as he dug his fingers in, “Yeah, you’re gonna love this.” He gave it a hard squeeze before sauntering toward the couches, patting his leg to tell me to follow him. I swallowed my disgust and followed.
“Here’s where we’re gonna be. If me or my friends need or tell you anything, you follow what they say, got it?” He gestured toward the two couches and recliner that formed a half circle pointing at the TV. Some different games and a handful of remotes were already placed on a short table in front of the TV. I nodded.
“What was that?” He asked.
I swallowed thickly, “yes master.” I croaked out.
“Good boy, and that’s all you get to say to any of us.” He reminded me just as our mom yelled down that someone was at the door for “us”. My older brother grinned and winked at me and headed up the stairs to greet his first guest.
I wandered to the bathroom and closed the door behind me quietly. I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t even look like myself. I had some awful expression on my face and my body language screamed “defeated”. In the cheap dress I looked like some weird parody of what sexiness was. My small, boxy frame that had never been called feminine even when my chest started growing, shoved into some mass produced monstrosity. I picked at loose strings falling from the seams, maybe it wouldn’t hurt when it was torn off if the seams were so fragile.
My head whipped at the sound of laughter from my brother and this new friend he had from outside the door. Maybe if I was still and quiet enough I could just disappear entirely. But I could hear him talking about me. I sank to the floor and took a long drink of a water bottle left in the room, chugging most of it and half hoping to make myself vomit.
“Yeah you can do whatever you want to him, I’ve got immunity with those pictures I sent you.” His voice was crueler than usual, it sent a shiver down my spine. I should have known he would share them with whoever he felt like wouldn’t report him but it made me want to cry. I hoped I could just dissociate though this next… however long, but his taunts throughout always made it difficult.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tight, trying to picture I was anywhere else when the door opened. Their frames felt looming, threatening, dangerous above me as I knew their eyes were scanning me for weakness. It might as well have been written all over me.
“He's a little thing, you sure he can take it?” The friend asked. He had a crackly voice and some kind of mullet. He smelled like cigarettes. I silently hoped this guy, Cigarette, wouldn't try to kiss me tonight. He leaned so his face was in front of mine, still examining me. “What do you think, doll? Can you take it?”
I looked desperately at my brother for a moment before blinking back tears. “Yes master.” I replied meekly. Both laughed, apparently delighted by my answer. If I was lucky the shame would burn so hot my skin would melt off my bones and I'd no longer be of any use to them. The fantasy of no one ever touching me again played in my head before feeling the hand of Cigarette ruffling my hair.
“He's a good one.” Cigarette affirmed before another yell from our mom came and the two of them left. Leaving me blissfully alone for another moment.
I choked back quiet, whining sobs into my hands. I didn't want them to see me so weak though it was hardly my choice. If it was my choice I'd never have anyone ever perceive me again. I thought about how I wanted to run to my mom, just have some adult realize how awful this all was and save me. But again, only my older brother and his group of perverted friends came to my aid.
Two more came downstairs, now ahead of me, watching the shitty mascara my brother made me wear stain my face. They said something to each other about me but it didn't register. I curled in on myself tighter, trying not to make eye contact with any of them as they circled me like sharks. If only, sharks would give the mercy of an end.
One had hair like straw, blonde and unwashed looking and very straight. Straw Hair smelled and looked like he hadn't showered in a month, maybe more. The second new addition wore worn out looking tennis shoes and was tall and broad with a dark hoodie his hands stayed in with some rugby team logo. Rugby looked a bit older, he could easily be double my age.
Straw Hair ran his hands along me, prying my closed off body open, hand, then arm, then legs. Leave nothing sacred. Don't linger, just devour. I didn't struggle much, mostly just letting my body go limp as it was manipulated open. Just crack my ribcage next and let my viscera entertain you instead.
He squeezed different parts of my body, haphazard and uncaring. Grope my chest, my ass, my thighs, my hole, it doesn't matter. It didn't seem like he had ever touched a cunt before as he pressed his fingers to my panties. It didn't feel like he had clipped his nails either as a hand grabbed my throat, his nails making stinging indents. He pushed my head back.
“Drink the rest of this water, babe, you're gonna need it!” Straw Hair grabbed the bottle and shoved it in my mouth, forcing water down my throat and I choked- shoving him off as he laughed. My brother stood back with the remaining two, watching with mild amusement, as Straw Hair laughed like a jackal.
Rugby’s face was unreadable as he stepped forward, pulling Straw Hair back easily with a large hand and one fluid motion. The laughing and my choking quieted as their collective throats closed and I attempted to catch my breath. He filled the doorway of the tiny bathroom, just staring at me for a moment. His eyes locked on mine, unmoving. He turned his back on me toward the others.
“I thought we were gonna play something, not just fuck around and look at this thing.” He gestured toward me.
My older brother scoffed uncomfortably, “Just thought you'd wanna meet the help.” He sounded insecure, “C'mon. Mutt, follow behind.” At least that part he was confident about. I came to my feet and wiped my face with a fist. “Yes master” I muttered as I watched them head to the couches.
The friends sat around chatting (mostly Cigarette and Straw Hair did the chatting) as my brother set up the game. I sat in the middle on my knees away from the TV as instructed. I could feel cold eyes boring into me from my right, where Rugby was sitting on one couch. Cigarette and Straw Hair sat in front of me on the loveseat. The recliner on my left was for big bro. He dropped into it, holding up his controller.
“Whoever wins, next round gets sucked off by the mutt.” He pointed to me with the controller. “Once someone wins twice in a row then you can all go at him. Sound good?” My brother asked. The others agreed, I just held my head down, staring at my hands on my knees.
The game started and I tried to figure out what game they were playing but it was pointless, all I could think about was the fact that in a very short amount of time, I'd have to put one of their dirty cocks in my mouth. I wanted to throw up in my mouth at the thought but I doubted even if I threw up on their cocks they would let me stop. I pressed my thumb in my fist, trying to remember some tip I heard from my friend for suppressing your gag reflex.
“Fuck yeah!” Oh god. The game was over. I looked up. It was Straw Hair, already undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. With a huge smile on his face, I could see his yellow, plaque covered teeth and I had a feeling what that meant about his cock. That was confirmed a moment later as he stepped forward and pressed my face into his half hard cock.
It smelled awful and I immediately gagged, placing my hands on his thighs to push him away but his grip on the back of my head stayed put. His cock twitched as he laughed. Who knows if he refused to shower just for this but either way he was clearly getting off to it. I never knew a cock could smell like rotten cheese, a smell that begged every instinct in my body to get it away from me unless I wanted to get sick.
He let go and turned around for a moment, giving me a sweet taste of fresh air again before yanking me by my hair in front of his seat on the couch.
“C’mon baby, I’m barely even hard yet!” He pushed my mouth against where his shaft and balls connected. It was wet. “Get me goin, try n’ distract me, unless you want these hot dicks inside you already.” I swallowed the bile he was begging me to release. I tilted my head and let my tongue fall out. My eyes squeezed shut, praying not to get pink eye from whatever was wet and rancid on him. I took advantage of the fact that I could still breathe through my mouth to avoid smelling him but the taste was just as bad.
I had tasted my brother’s cock before, but this was like licking a street pole covered in grime. The usual salty, sweaty taste was cranked up by 30 degrees, a sick sweetness, I tried to keep my licks short and light, I couldn’t bring myself to do much more. But of course he had only to push my head down, making me press the full face of my tongue on to his sour balls. I swirled my tongue around them, trying to satisfy him into letting me breathe as I realized the next game hadn’t even started yet.
I pulled back sharply, “Why aren’t you playing?!” I asked, exasperated before getting my head shoved back into Straw Hair’s crotch and getting kicked hard in my stomach by big brother. I tried to double over but the hand on my head was solid and all I could do was let out a muffled yelp as tears stung my eyes.
“I told you not to fucking speak. It doesn’t matter what the fuck we’re doing, you just do what they tell you to.” He was pissed. All I could do was cry as I tried to force all disgust out of my mind to continue my task. I furiously licked every nook and cranny of the unwashed balls my face was pressed into, trying only to think about the physical action. Not the throbbing pain, or the smell, or the taste, or the people watching, or the wet spot forming in my cheap panties. Just keep licking, don’t think.
That worked for a little while before he pulled me back by my hair again. “Greedy bitch” he smiled with those yellow teeth. Please don’t kiss me. He used his free hand to place the head of his cock in front of my lips. I finally got a good view of it and realized what some of the rotten smell was coming from. He had a thin, pale, uncut cock that's head was covered in a hardened looking collection of smegma.
I closed my eyes tight and tried to imagine a popsicle, a lollipop, a normal, not disgusting cock, anything to ease my gag reflex. I scrunched my face as I opened my mouth and tried to keep my teeth back as I let him inside. My throat relaxed as I swayed back and forth and let his hand guide my head further down. I tended to focus on the head when this happened so that I could still breathe but I was willing to forgo breathing to not have to lick that off-white scab circling the head of his cock. He groaned in pleasure as I felt him hit my throat. Already upsetting the delicate balance of my gag reflex, I gagged.
“Mmm, good dog.” I couldn’t tell who said it. Straw Hair pulled me back and I was able to catch a breath, certainly looking desecrated already with a string of spit connecting me to the cock in front of me. My eyes were losing focus and without even thinking I moved forward to put his cock back down my throat.
“Woah, woah! Cock drunk bitch.” Straw Hair chuckled, pushing me back by my shoulders. “The game's already over, it’s his turn now.” He turned me toward Cigarette sitting close by, pulling off his sweats that already had a clear tent in them. I nodded mumbling a “yes master” as they all laughed at me. I felt so disconnected from “me”. All I was in this moment was what I could do for them. Nothing more. I scooted on my knees to Cigarette’s seat. He pulled down his pants and I put my hands on his knees. At least he seemed washed. His cock was shorter too, but thick.
He didn’t push me down and let me sink my head down onto his cock, a crackly sigh left his throat. I moved my tongue and showed attention to the head of his cock, only because I was happy it was palatable. That’s all it was. I pushed him deeper down my throat, making him groan in pleasure. I noted that he liked it when he hit the back of my throat. I repeated the process, letting up whenever I needed to breathe then going back down while swirling my tongue along his shaft. It reminded me of my brother.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been going when I suddenly felt someone behind me and realized I hadn’t heard any game sounds for a little while. Heavy breathing filled the room and I pulled up, looking around me and seeing the remaining three surrounding me. Straw hair stood over me to my left stroking his cock, my brother sat back in the recliner palming himself through his pants, and Rugby was kneeling down behind me, lifting up my skirt. I squeaked in surprise and pressed my thighs together.
“I won again. Just keep working, doggie.” Cigarette breathed, guiding his cock back into my mouth as I whimpered. I tried to keep my mind on breathing through my nose and moving my tongue but I felt the presence behind me. I was just barely able to focus back on the cock in my mouth when I felt fingers through fabric press and drag on my cunt. I jumped a bit, only to get a hand on the back of my head, keeping me from pulling fully off. I swallowed, taking a deep breath as my cunt throbbed and I went back to pressing Cigarette’s cock down my throat haphazardly, my attention now split.
Rugby dragged his thick fingers up and down my panty covered cunt slowly and methodically. I kept breathing through my nose, trying to breathe, not choke, suck cock well, and not buck into Rugby’s hand, my body begging for more despite my best efforts. I was just on the verge of vomiting, why did my body have to start reacting like this. Like how it always eventually did when my brother violated me. I wished my body didn’t react like this, I wished I wasn’t in this situation, I wished Rugby would focus on my cock, I wished I could feel his thick fingers inside me already, I needed it.
I gave in, whining around the cock in my mouth and pressing my hips into the fingers teasing my cunt. “There he is…” Rugby almost moaned in a low voice, keeping his hand steady for me to press into, “Let him up, I wanna hear him beg.” The hand steady on the back of my head let up and I brought my head up, looking to my older brother to see if it was okay. He nodded back to me, his cock now out from his jeans as he stroked it.
“Please…” I started, my voice shaky and uncertain that I should be saying anything at all given the circumstances. I took a deep breath and whimpered, grinding my hips into his fingers again. “Can you finger me?” I squeaked out before dropping my head in shame, a lump large in my throat and a burning shame pricking at my eyes. There was a silence for a few moments, before Cigarette sat back and lifted his leg to put his foot on my head, slowly pushing it down to the ground and resting on top of it as my face smushed against the wood flooring. A sharp, hard slap hit my ass and I yelped. My cunt gushed.
“That was barely a beg.” Rugby was serious. Another hard spank. “Beg for it.” Spank.
“I’m sorry!” I squeaked out, “Please, fuck, I- I need your fingers inside me. Please, please sir, master, daddy just-” Spank. A beat. The foot came up off my head and I cautiously raised myself up again, placing my arms around where Cigarette’s legs were on the couch. I went to look back uneasily but Cigarette grabbed my chin and turned it back towards him. His smile would have been warm if I wasn’t acutely aware of my position.
“Keep sucking him off, dog. Don’t worry about what I’m doing, just focus on him” Rugby said, moving my panties to one side and tracing a finger along my wet cunt. I moaned whorishly, letting my head hang slack for a moment before following his orders and licking up the length of Cigarette’s cock. I took the head of his cock into my mouth gently and at the same time just the tip of a thick finger pried at my hole. I whimpered and kept going, taking his cock deeper in my mouth and the finger matched the movements. I would be setting my own pace.
I liked the idea at first until I realized every time I would try and go harder, faster, sloppier, I would inevitably end up moaning and needing to catch my breath from the pleasure, making it stop. I whined loudly but continued, trying my hardest to follow the directions, focusing on pleasing the man’s cock that was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his length, I took him down my throat, I stayed in place as I gagged and kept going deeper, deeper.
“Stop, stop, time out” The crackly voice pushed my head up and off of him, leaving me with lidded eyes and my tongue partly out, staring at him. “God, I just, I didn’t wanna cum yet.” He huffed, letting go of my head and letting his fall back on the cushion of the couch. I didn;t even realize I was trying to make him cum. Straw Hair took this opportunity to walk over and rub his cock all over my lips, making me recoil and earning me another hard spank.
“Turn toward him,” Rugby said, “let him fuck your mouth.” I gulped hard but nodded, moving my body parallel to the couch on all fours. My jaw and joints were really starting to hurt but I didn’t dare to say anything. I opened my mouth, watching as his wet, dirty cock slid into my mouth again and he rubbed the tip against my tongue. He must have noticed. I swallowed my disgust and tried to start sucking him off before he grabbed both sides of my head and thrust into it repeatedly. I tried to keep myself from biting down as my eyes welled from the assault.
As I tried to figure out how to breathe, something thick and warm poked at my cunt. I barely registered it before Rugby began slowly pushing his entire length into me. I gurgled and choked, tears streaming down my face and I felt myself filled from both ends with no regard for my consent. I was completely soaked. Rugby easily moved in and out of me, slowly at first, getting me used to it, before speeding up to his desired pace. He felt long and thick, like he could break me open easily. From each end they set their own violent and self- serving rhythms, forcing me to just go limp and take it if I wanted to survive the encounter.
Straw Hair pushed himself into me as hard as he could, accidentally scraping himself on my teeth as he roughly fucked himself to orgasm down my throat. He stayed there for a moment before pulling himself out as I continued to get fucked hard from the other end. My mouth hung open and I coughed up the cum and spit collected in my mouth, attempting to catch my breath. I finally let out the pathetic whines and moans from deep in my gut that Straw Hair’s cock had kept from escaping.
I looked up to my big brother, who was making no moves towards me and only slowly stroking his cock. I hated myself for wanting him to come over, to fill me, to kiss me, to be ridiculously turned on by my humiliation at his command. I dropped my head and whined gutterally, I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t want any of these gross men’s cocks but I couldn’t help it anymore, it felt so good to be shown what I really was. Maybe my big bro just knew what I needed.
A hard spank. “Pay attention, dog. I'm about to rape a baby into you.” Rugby dug his hands into my hips, his final deep thrusts punctuating his threat. His hips stuttered deep inside me as he groaned and dug in his nails where he held my hips. He slowly pulled out, catching his breath as he collapsed backward, stumbling onto the couch. I whimpered thinking about his cum inside me, soon to ooze out. I collapsed from my position on all fours.
“You’re not done, dog.” Cigarette crackled, getting up from the couch. I huffed as he tapped his foot against my side, telling me to roll over. “Aww, don’t be like that. I thought you said you could take it.” I rolled over but thrashed, folding in on myself again, it was all too much and I desperately needed a break of more than a few seconds. I tried to look up from my upside down position, maybe my big brother had enough as well. He just looked at me with a flat expression and played with his tip as my view got blocked and my face was covered.
“There ya go, this’ll keep the bitch down.” Straw Hair said, setting his balls against my face as his thighs surrounded my head and he sat down. His cock wasn’t even close to hard again yet, still wet and soft. He seemed to not even be looking to cum again, just to degrade me. I tried to struggle against it but it was performative, I knew it was no use. I did my best to take a deep breath and opened my mouth to let the weight settle itself there, pressing my tongue along the sour, bitter wrinkles.
By instinct at this point I let my body go limp, only moving the muscles needed to lap up the sweat accumulated on Straw Hair’s balls. I felt my legs being hitched up and I spread my legs. I tried not to think about the possibility of getting pregnant and not even knowing the name of either man who might have impregnated me. I felt a bead of cum drip out of me but it was caught by the tip of Cigarette’s cock as he dragged it up my cunt, pressing his tip inside.
I tried to stay limp but my cunt pulsed around him, begging for more, to be destroyed, to be filled again and again. I moaned, attempting to focus my disgustingly needy energy onto the task currently filling my mouth.
Cigarette’s thick cock stretched my hole and I couldn’t stop the pitiful muffled sounds escaping me as he eventually found the spot that made my body arch. He seemed to like that and pressed a hand down against my lower stomach, hitting the same spot inside me again and again. I gasped jaggedly, clawing at the thighs surrounding my head, whining and moaning, unable to stop my reactions to whatever he was doing with my body.
“You like that?” Cigarette groaned, pressing his hand down harder on my stomach. I babbled incoherently through the balls on my face, “No- yes- I- fuck! Mmmmmmmm!” My cunt tightened and tears ran down my face again after an uncountable amount of times already. Straw Hair took himself off of me but kept his knees on either side of my head. He put his hands down on my shoulders to pin me to the floor, letting everyone see my obscene, tear stained, cock drunk face.
Rugby came up from one side of my hip and placed his fingers on my little cock to furiously jerk me off. All I could do was throw my head back on the wooden floor and let them force an orgasm out of my weak, overwrought body. My hips stuttered and I let out a drawn out whine, feeling my cunt pulse around his cock and a rush of endorphins flood my aching head. I was coming from getting raped.
“God- ah, he’s tight…” Cigarette moved his hands to my hips, his cock ignoring its former target, now animalistically focused on his right to breed what was in front of him. Rugby’s hand pulled back from my cock and the only sounds were our moans and the slapping of his hips against mine. I didn’t have to be held down anymore, any notion of escape was as far from my mind as any thoughts other than getting bred and being used. This is what being a sex toy was like. This is what I must have been made for. He pulled out of me, sitting back on the floor and throwing his head back as he caught his breath.
My chest heaved, trying to find myself in the sea of hormones, pain, pleasure, and humiliation I was riding on. No, I wasn’t riding it, but lost inside the endless depths. There was no white light, no way up, no way down, just acceptance of my place in whatever had and would become of me. My brain no longer mine, but whatever was needed to survive. I could have stayed in that state forever until I heard a loud clap and snapped back to reality, sticky and half naked on my parent’s basement floor.
“Alright, put your clothes back on.” My older brother stood up, pants buttoned with his bulge pressing at the front seams. He stood tall above all of us, a voice of authority in the mess of stupid and horny brains. The three guys paused for a moment, likely surprised, and they all went to follow the direction, though Rugby just needed to pull up his boxers and pants from his thighs at that point. I looked to my brother to see if I should follow too but he didn’t look down at me at all, his eyes only following the three guests so I stayed and looked away. They had all gotten dressed and stood around awkwardly, looking back to him.
“What? It’s over, get out.” He stated blankly, almost seeming put out at their expectation of hospitality. Rugby came up close to my older brother, almost standing face to face, though Rugby was considerably taller. They stared at each other with nothing indicating any emotion revealed by either that I could surmise. I held my breath unintentionally. I wasn’t sure how long they stood there but eventually Rugby snorted, scoffing in an unimpressed way, and left without another word.
We all watched him leave before setting my eyes back on my brother. He looked back at the two remaining guests. Straw Hair laughed out an almost cough. “A’ight man, bye I guess.” He walked casually to the stairs out of the basement with a peace sign from his hand dragging behind. Cigarette blinked, scrunching his brow in confusion, “I thought… what was…” he looked down at my body still exposed on the ground “Kh- whatever.” He followed Straw Hair out. “Send me the video!”
I looked back at my brother. He looked down at me.
To be continued…