Awakening

The moment I heard his door close I stepped out behind him.

"What do you want, hungry hungry piggy wig," he yawned.

"You know..." I muttered, unable to say it in the light of day with parents in the house. I hung my head, hiding my face again. He sighed.

"I need to pee."

"I know, I'll wait." I said eagerly.

He started toward the bathroom and I followed. He looked confused but shrugged and let me in after him before closing and locking the door.

He stood at the toilet, pulled down his boxers and his semi-errect member came into view. I licked my lips and knelt beside him, eyes glued to it.

"You want to watch? Fucking disgusting bitch." He looked like he was going to start but then seemed to think better of it.

"How about you get a closer look," he said, shoving my face down into the toilet seat.

I left it there, cheek on the cool plastic that had had my family's arses on it for so many years, and stared up at Nick from the side of my eye, begging silently. A moment later a golden, pungent stream of fluid sprung from him, the acrid stench searing my nostrils. It went on and on and Nick seemed to get bored enough to waggle the stream at my face. When I didn't flinch he did it again, closer and closer. I just looked up at him, willing him on. Go on, use me as a toilet. It only gives my life more meaning. I was panting from arousal at this point, gripping onto the toilet bowel and humping the air again. The stream continued and he flicked it so that it actually hit my face, splashing into my hair and some went into my gaping mouth. It tasted so strong, and I rolled the acidic flavour around with my tongue before opened my mouth for more, but the spray was abating.

He shook off, piss droplets going all over the toilet and the floor and me. I licked them off the seat and he laughed and kicked me in the side.

"Enough, you fat desperate piggy. Suck me off before you go to school. You should be glad I'm not grossed out by you."

I fell on his cock with desperate need. I wanted to taste his piss again. It felt so primal to accept his fluids like that. I needed more. I sucked like the whore I was definitely becoming, if only for my fat excuse of a brother and this time I managed to pull away enough when he came to take his seed on my tongue. I opened my mouth to him to show him what a good fat piggy I was. I snorted like one to drive home the point.

"If I'd known you would be such a slut, I'd have shown you my dick years ago," he said, zipping up and walking out.

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I'd contemplated not showering after my brother gave me the gift of his piss, but I already had a hard enough time at school without being thought incontinent. As it was, Maisey found me at lunch, as usual.

"Hey, slug," she snarled as she grabbed my hair from behind, spinning me around, "what have you got for me today."

I reached into my bag and with trembling hands held out my money. Not just my lunch money this time. I'd decided I'd bring some of my savings too. After the revelation while sucking off Nick last night, I had decided to submit myself fully to my bully.

As usual, she slapped the envelope of cash out of my hand. She really enjoyed watching me scrabble for it. Her friends kicked it around on the ground, treading on my fingers as I knelt and crawled before them. When I eventually had it back, I reached up to hand it to her and she snatched it from my fingers.

"What's this," she demanded, counting out the notes.

"I know I'm pathetic and worthless and could never be anything like you. I don't deserve anything nice, but you deserve all the nice things. You're beautiful and smart and popular and I'm nothing. I don't deserve any money. You should have all my money. I don't even deserve to kiss your shoes. You can have anything of mine."

There was a moment of shocked silence from the group of bitches surrounding me before everyone burst into laughter and I cringed on the floor.

"Sounds like she's in love with you," shouted one.

"What a fat fucking lezzy," shouted another.

"Lez-zy, lez-zy, lez-zy," the cry went up. My face went red and tears flowed like never before. This was the most humiliated I'd ever been, despite all the abuse Maisey and her ilk had heaped on me over the years. Why couldn't I keep my fat stupid cunt of a mouth closed?

As the jeers started to subside I heard Maisey's voice above the rest.

"If you'll give me anything, give me your clothes." I deserved this. Despite the utter horror and humiliation I was feeling, arousal peaked through. I was a piece of shit. If Maisey wanted my clothes, why shouldn't she have them. I'd probably get arrested for public indecency and be thrown in prison for the rest of my life, but what did that matter. I was worthless, and Maisey wanted something. Her momentary pleasure was more important than my entire life. That thought sent a bolt of pleasure through my entire being. I shrugged off my jacket and started to unbutton my blouse.

There were gasps of amazement from the girls and whispers.

"Is she actually doing it?"

"What the fuck?"

"How much does she love Maisey?"

"This is insane."

And the clicking of pictures being taken on mobile phones.

My face must have been beet red. I had no idea, my eyes were screwed closed, tears seeping from them in a continuous stream as I finished unbuttoning and pulled it off my shoulders.

"Look at her flab."

I kept on, kneeling in the middle of the circle of girls, reaching behind to undo my bra. It fell away to more giggles and comments.

"How saggy are those tits."

"Look at those massive nipples."

More pictures. I hunched, trying to hide myself, reaching out to offer my bra, blouse and blazer to Maisey. She slapped them from my hands, I opened my eyes to the circle of abuse and she crouched down, taking my face in one hand and slapping it repeatedly with the other in quick succession.

"You disgust me," she snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face into the dirt. I was completely topless in front of a mass of my peers, my tits dragging on the gravel, and all I could think was how nice it felt to have Maisey pulling my hair. She understood I was worthless, she knew I should grovel before her, so I did.

"Thank you so much, Maisey, thank you, thank you," I repeated over and over.

Maisey spat on my face, released me, and walked away. Several of her friends also launched gobbets of spit into my hair and the crowd gradually dispersed.

I put my clothes on, trampled and dirty as they were, got a telling off from several teachers for my state of dress and went about the daily business of surviving school.

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"Susi, you fat cunt, get up here," called my lovely brother as I stepped in the front door.

In his room he was naked from the waist down again, dick hard.

"I need to pee, but my dick is too hard. Do something about it."

I glared at him I'd had enough today. "Go fuck yourself."

I turned to go but in a moment he was across the room, turning me, tripping me, and I fell heavily on my back. He started slapping my face, one side then the other.

"I told you to suck me, bitch, you're my bitch, right? You do what I say."

I tried to fend him off, but he was bigger and stronger and pinned my arms above my head. I went limp with sudden overpowering arousal at my own helplessness. What the hell was wrong with me? He saw this, grabbed my hair and started to drag me out of the room. I scrambled after him the best I could on my hands and knees, crying for the Nth time today.

He dragged me to the bathroom and pushed me toward the toilet.

"Sit on it," he demanded.

I sat, skirt rucked up, tights laddered, a button or two popped off my blouse, hair a mess, and opened my mouth.

His dick entered, but he didn't fuck me yet. Instead I felt a warmth fill my mouth and quickly. Before I knew it, piss was flowing out around his cock and down my chin, down my blouse and skirt and over my already sodden panties into the toilet below. It dribbled over my thighs and down my legs, pooling in my shoes and socks. I let him. I let him use me as a toilet, a receptacle for his piss, and it all made sense again. I'd forgotten momentarily that I was nothing, but now I remembered. To be used as a toilet was a higher state of being for me. It was more attention than I normally received from anyone, to be considered worthy of his piss was an honour beyond my standing. I revelled in the taste and started to swallow what I could.

Once he started fucking my mouth he started abusing me in other ways.

"I thought I told you to be on your knees around me, stupid cunt," he said, pinching bits of skin with one hand while he grasped and pulled at my hair with the other. "Don't you dare come to my room on your feet again."

I looked up at him with big eyes, trying to express my sorrow for my failure, but that just solicited a gob of spit to be dropped into them.

"I don't want to look at your worthless hide. When you come home, fucking crawl up stairs like the pig you are and offer your fuck hole to me."

I tried to nod, but his grip on my hair was too tight.

When he came this time he pulled out and shot all over my blouse. And then he walked away like I didn't exist. As usual.

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I sucked my brother off again after lights out, crawling into his room, making piggy noises when he demanded it. In the morning I went to his room again just as our parents left for work, and he had me drink his piss, letting out little bits at a time. He said he was training me to drink more. I guess I needed the practice because it took me ages and I was late for school.

School was a nightmare. A proper nightmare this time. People pointing, giggling, whispering, and looking at their phones. I guessed the pictures of me stripping for Maisey had made the rounds. The word "lezzy" followed me around all day. At lunch Maisey didn't find me. I suspected she didn't want to. I'd probably upset her by making a show of things yesterday and now she might not even want to bully me. It was strange, missing being bullied, but it was about the only human contact I ever got. Now I was being ignored even by my bullies.

It wasn't until school ended that I saw my tormentor again. She and two of her friends were approaching me down the corridor and as soon as I set eyes on them, I could see they were aiming for me. I stood stock still, like a deer in headlights. Should I run? Was she going to do something dreadful to me for yesterday? It was too late, she swept by me, and her two friends grabbed me by each arm and dragged me off toward the girls loos. Once in, Maisey and her friends shoved me inside a cubicle where I stumbled backwards onto the toilet.

"Get off that, slugs don't belong in human places" Maisey growled, pulling my hair forward and dragging me off the seat. I knelt of the floor, looking up at my tormentor and a wave of yearning went through me. I lowered my gaze, feeling unworthy of looking at her beautiful blond face.

"I'm sorry, Maisey, I've got your money here," I said, reaching for my bag. It was pulled off my shoulder, upended and kicked away.

"Your shit is my shit, right?" she gloated. Maisey picked up some of my makeup, opened it up, sniffed in disgust and chucked that over her shoulder.

"It really is shit. Come on, you've got to have something better you can give me."

I shakily picked up the envelope with todays offering of cash, including all the rest of my savings.

"That's everything I have, I don't have any more money. I'll give you my allowance when my parents give it to me, I promise!"

Maisey humphed.

"You're so fucking pathetic."

"Yes, yes I am, I'm so glad you see that. I'd do anything you ask of me. You're like a godess..."

I was silenced by a kick to the face. It wasn't hard, but it hurt enough to stop me in my babble.

"You'll do anything?" Maisey teased.

"Yes, anything. I'll be your servant, your slave."

There was a moment of dreadful silence.

"Kiss my feet and swear you are my bitch."

I crawled forward on my hands and knees, stuck out my tongue and started to lick the dirt from the top of Maisey's shoe.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" Another kick to the face, harder this time. "I said my feet, not my shoes."

"I'm so sorry, Maisey, so so sorry," but inside I was elated. Here I was, properly debasing myself in front of my bully and she was accepting me. Juices flowed and I started to have fantasies about pleasuring her in the most intimate of ways.

I unbuckled her shoes, opening them up and delicately pulling them from her feet as she lifted them one after the other. Encased in ankle high socks, her feet looked and smelled delicious, and I bent forward to worship them again.

"Uh, uh, socks too."

I slipped them off and the scent of a day's wear coupled with her delicate smell invaded my nostrels. I lavished them with my tongue praising Maisey and begging her acceptance.

"Thank you for the chance to be your bitch. I swear I will do everything you ask, I will do everything I can to please you. I am not worthy of your attention, I'm a pathetic worm and you are a shining goddess. I live to be in your shadow. I worship the ground you walk on."

My litany carried on until she got bored and pulled away.

"Turn around," she said imperiously. I did so on my hands and knees.

"Put your face on the ground." I rested my cheek on the cold and dirty bathroom tiles.

"Pull down your knickers." My heart lept. I was going to expose my most intimate of places to my bully at her command. My knickers, already soaked started leaking and I dragged them down to my knees. I heard disgusted sounds from Maisey's friends and comments about the state of my underwear, vis a vis it's dampness.

"Spread your legs." I had to pull my knickers off of one leg, but I scrambled to comply.

"Lift your skirt." I flipped it over my arse. I was now completely and utterly exposed.

"Spread your cheeks." I reached around, balancing on my face and knees, and pulled them apart.

An almighty blow landed between my spread legs, right in my twat. I tried to stifle it, but I couldn't help crying out with surprise and pain. And pleasure. The kick sent a huge jolt of pleasure through me and I gasped, unable to comprehend completely what was happening as tears sprang to my eyes again. Another kick clarified things, and another. I held myself where I was though. This is what Maisey wanted, to kick me in the cunt, this is what she got. Again and again she kicked me with her bare foot, and more and more pain and pleasure gathered in my abdomen. With one final kick, I actually came, and to my horror, squirted my juices all over the floor and Maisey's feet. The two friends laughed uproariously, Maisey was furious.

"Clean that shit off of my feet this instant, fucking bitch. I should have known a slug would get goo on everything."

I waddled around on my hands and knees, the pain in my pussy almost unbearable, but my need to please utterly overwhelming.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so disgusting, please, I'm so sorry," I moaned through the pain and my tears. I used my face, my hair, my tongue, my clothes, everything to clean Maisey's feet, and when I was done, a kick to the mouth was my thanks. I appreciated it. I deserved it.

"Now clean up the floor you stupid fat shit," was all she said before stalking out.

Even though the girls followed after her, I felt duty bound to do as she asked. I pulled off my skirt and used it as a cloth to clean the floor of my juices. I put it back on after, complete with dirty stains and grime, gathered my things that had been spread around and splashed by my orgasm, and did the walk of shame home.

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When I entered the house I dropped my bag, went on my hands and knees and crawled up to my repulsive brother's room. It had been a slow and painful walk home with my cunt so sore, but my knees didn't feel that much better having been abused on the hard bathroom surface at school. I'd learnt my lesson, however. I was to abase myself before my brother at all times. I crawled into his room and froze.

On his bed, sitting next to my brother, was one of his friends. I looked from one to the other. Not sure what to do, but my shit-faced brother grinned.

"Come on, you fat little piggy, come and suck my cock." I blushed, but the hard glare in his eyes told me that he was serious. I crawled forwards.

His friend laughed.

"Seriously, she lets you treat her like that? I thought you were joking!"

My brother laughed too. "I know, right, she's so pathetic. I mean if I had a girlfriend she wouldn't do this for me. Susi is like an animal, desperate for cock. She'll suck yours too, if you want."

"No way, really?"

I'd reached the bed, kneeling before my brother and reached up to undo his trousers.

"Oink for me, piggy," he demanded. I did so, dying a little inside. It was one thing to do this for my brother, let him use me, it was another for a virtual stranger to see me this way. I felt like a proper whore.

His cock was somewhat flacid, I guess he was nervous from having his friend in the room. It didn't take long for it to rise to the occasion as I sucked it down and started pleasuring him. His friend was certainly intrigued.

"Hey, can she take off her top?" he asked. I was flattered that he wanted me to, but I guessed he wasn't much of a looker, one of those nerdy, weedy types with thick glasses and no real personality.

"Do what he wants," my brother said, and I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off and removed my bra for good measure. My boobs hung down and I could feel the friend's greasy stare on them.

"Can I touch?" My brother must have answered somehow because almost immediately I felt his hands pinching and probing my soft flesh.

"Ok, wait your turn," growled my brother after a couple of minutes. Having his friend interfere was probably throwing him off his pleasure. The hands retreated and my brother started riding my face.

Once my brother came, his friend's querulous voice piped up again.

"Can I fuck her?

I felt a jolt right deep inside. A real man wanted to fuck me? Hardly a catch, but who cared, I was a worthless piece of shit, I was unfuckable, I thought.

"Give me a fiver and you can do what the fuck you want with her." My brother was selling me. Selling me cheap. I was a literal cheap whore. My pussy gushed at the thought.

"Deal," said the friend, money exchanged hands, and my brother left the room to watch TV downstairs.

Topless I knelt before my new temporary owner.

He reached down and grabbed my tits again, rolling them around, pinching the nipples until it hurt, then pinching them harder as I squealed. He grinned at how I didn't pull away, pinching even harder. I was cried out today or I'm sure I'd have been tearing up, but the abuse was small compared to what Maisey had offered.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you doggy style," he said, excitement tingeing his voice. Maybe he was inexperienced, but he'd got to have more experience than me. I knelt, arse in the air, legs spread, hands pulling my cheeks appart, feeling like I was back in the toilets at school and about to get kicked again. I was still sore, but I was my brother's whore. I had no value outside of that. I felt strangely proud I'd been able to make my brother a fiver.

Fingers probed. "Shit, you're wet," he said, fingers sloshing about my abused twat.

"All for you, baby," I said, trying to play into the role. He spanked my arse, hard and repeatedly.

"Don't give me that shit, you're just a fucking whore." I gulped down my shame as my arousal dripped down his fingers.

I waited expectantly for his cock. It didn't take long. Something huge and thick pushed against my engorged lips. I tried not to wince away as my bruised flesh complained, but he held me fast anyway. It pushed in deeper and deeper and I felt more and more submissive. I wanted him to hit me, to beat me, to tell me how worthless I was. I moaned and pushed back until a barrier was reached. It hurt when he pushed against it but he wouldn't stop and soon it gave way to pain and pleasure.