Awakening

The feeling of being filled with cock was indescribable and I never wanted it to end. It did end all too soon though. A couple of thrusts and the friend came in me. Panic set in almost immediately. My brain which had been overwhelmed with sex and lust, obedience and submission, suddenly remembered there were real reasons why you didn't just fuck random people. Shit, I could have an STD or get pregnant.

I rushed out to the toilet, squatted down and started trying to dig out the semen from inside me, ignoring the friend's startled cries.

My brother came thumping up the stairs, I heard him talk to his friend then he came stomping into the bathroom.

"Fucking bitch, he paid for that pussy."

"But I'm not on the pill, I could get pregnant, or aids or something," I shouted back in a panic. My brother was having none of it and slapped me until I shut up.

"I don't give a fuck if you get syphilis or have fucking triplets, I'm never fucking that shitty piece of meat, but he paid for it, so he gets it. Get back in there."

He grabbed my hair and dragged me back to my room. "Fuck her in there if you want. Whenever you want."

The friend came in, his cock hard and ready again. I curled up on my bed, butt naked and let him grope and use me, manipulate me into whatever position amused him, and fuck me. He came in me three more times before he left and my parents came home.

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My brother still expected me to service him before he went to sleep, and he had some pee for me to drink too. I knelt by his bed as he urinated into my open mouth and I swallowed it down. Then my mouth was abused a final time before I was allowed any rest.

"Thank you," I whispered to my brother before leaving.

"Whatever, fuck off."

"No, seriously, thank you for putting me in my place. I'm a worthless bit of shit, and if someone wants to bread me, why shouldn't they?"

My brother snorted and turned away. I crawled out.

The next morning was the weekend, but our parents left early. Dad had to do a weekend meeting and mum was meeting some friends in town, so by the time I came down for breakfast my brother was the only one left in the house. He was sitting at the dining room table, and I decided to fulfil the fantasy I'd had a few days before by sucking him dry while he ate. As he ate and I sucked, he was on the phone.

"Yeah, bring who you want, I've got some entertainment lined up. Yeah. No mate, fuck condoms, everyone gets raw pussy today." I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly what that meant.

Once my brother had finished his breakfast and served me mine he dragged me out from under the table.

"Little piggy fuck slut," he addressed me, "I've got some friends coming and I need you to be presentable."

He sent me off to shower. When I came down, adorned with towels, he was coming back in from the garage with some old rope dad had lying around.

"Drop that shit," he waved at my towels. I did, and crawled over to him.

"Right, little fuck piggy, you're the entertainment and I don't want you going walk abouts like yesterday, so kneel here," he indicated the sofa. I knelt on it, facing the back and he tied my wrists together, threaded the rope underneath and then tied it to one of my legs. My boobs hung over the back of the sofa and my arse was on full display. I guessed I was going nowhere.

Guys started arriving a few minutes later and there were hoots and hollars at my naked form, comments about what an ugly fat thing I was and most of the guys declared they'd rather have no pussy than this one for free. Drinking started and so did the groping. I was poked, prodded, patted, slapped, spanked probed and generally treated like an object. Someone had the bright idea to draw on me and soon I was adorned with images of cocks, tits, nasty derogatory terms like "piggy slut" that I was becoming very used to, and more. Pictures were taken, no doubt to be spread around on facebook and twitter or snapchatted to buddies, and the party grew.

It wasn't long before I got fucked for the second time in my life. It felt really big and I moaned like a whore, even though my knees and elbows were getting pretty raw at this point. He came in me, but I didn't get off. Then another guy, and another and another mounted me from behind. My face was soon the target of attention too, and cock after cock blew down my throat. My face, arse and cunt got covered with spunk, and someone decided they wanted to take my anal cherry. There wasn't much I could do about it, and my cries of pain were covered mostly by the volume of the music and cheering as I was sodomised.

After hours of being used, and cumming a few times even from the constant stimulation, I was utterly exhausted and sore, but my complaints fell on deaf ears. It wasn't until my brother called off the party that I got any respite. He released me from my bonds as the last of the men were leaving and I looked around at the scene of devastation they had left behind.

"Clean up time, bitch. I'm going out." And he left me with a house full of empty cans, bottles, crisp packets and more, covered in cum, knees and elbows raw from carpet burn.

Cum dripped from my cunt as I rushed around, trying to throw all the rubbish away, vacuuming up dropped snacks and trying to make the place presentable. I heard my father's key in the lock just as I was finishing up and with horror I realised I was still naked and covered in dry cum. I rushed upstairs, but not before dad opened the door and saw my naked form disappearing up the stairs.

"Young lady, get down here this instant!" He shouted.

I sidled down, trying to hide my intimate areas from his sight and I saw that he was pointing to a bottle I'd missed. I blanched and he looked at me. His face went white with shock at the sight of me, then red with anger. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the living room, over to his favourite seat where he sat and pulled me across his lap. A most vicious spanking ensued.

"How dare you drink in our home!" Spank, spank spank. "How dare you run around it naked like some prostitute!" Spank spank spank. "What the fuck is this?"

I felt him probe between my legs at the cum that had seeped out of me while cleaning the house.

"You've been fucking? Without a condom? What the hell are you thinking?" Spank spank spank spank spank...

"I'm so sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," I wailed as swats rained down on my abused behind.

"Wait until your mother hears about this!"

"No, please dad, please, I'll do anything, please, I'll do anything you want, you can do anything you want to me just please don't tell mummy!"

My wailing fell on deaf ears and he picked up his phone. I could hear him dialling as I rolled off his lap, spun around and tried the only thing I could think of.

"What the fuck are you doing," demanded my father as I tugged on his flies. I ignored him and opened them up, fishing around for his cock.

"Please daddy," I whined as I held it up to my mouth.

"You're a nasty piece of work," he sneered as I took my father's dick in my mouth. He didn't stop me, and didn't finish dialling, just let me suck him as I gazed with big, pleading eyes right into his until he came on my face.

"You're grounded." He said, putting the phone down and getting up.

I knelt there for a few minutes, utterly drained. I'd done what I had to and now my father hated me. I was worse than pathetic. Everyone saw me as a thing to use, if they saw me at all. I was no longer horny or needy. I just felt dead.

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Nick didn't bother me all Sunday, my parents didn't either, and I was thankful. I left my room to use the toilet and eat and that was it. Dad had told mum that he'd found me with a bottle of alcohol in the house and she'd agreed I should be grounded.

It wasn't until Sunday night when my dad came in to "tuck me in". He didn't say anything, just dropped his trousers and I rolled off the bed, knelt in front of him and gave him what he wanted. My dream of being the family whore was complete.

Monday I dreaded. I had recovered somewhat from the last week's worth of abuse, but my knees and elbows were sore, my cunt and mouth still felt bruised, and I didn't know if I could take what Maisey had to dish out. Her friends carted me off to the toilets again at lunch.

I knelt on the stone cold tiles before Maisey, proffering my lunch money as she sat regally on the porcelain throne.

"Kiss my feet." I did so, remembering to remove shoes and socks. Not wanting to inspire her ire I licked them thoroughly, putting everything I had into sucking each toe, cleaning each crease between them and laving the souls and tops with my tongue until she pushed me away. I had been stealing looks up her skirt as I cleaned and worshipped and I was hot and wet in the knickers from wishing to worship her slit too.

"Enough. I think everyone here deserves to be treated just as well," and she got up and left. Disappointed I gazed after her while another girl sat on the toilet and shoved her foot in my face.

Having been designated foot licker for the entire year I barely made it to class on time after lunch after a nutritious meal of smelly foot sweat.

Nick seemed to have decided Sunday was enough rest for me, and called me up to service him and drink his piss when I got home. Then his friend came over while I was in my room, barged in, and used my cunt. He seemed to have decided his favourite position was with my knees spread open, him kneeling at my cunt, fucking away and groping my big saggy tits the whole time. He never kissed me, mostly closed his eyes while he fucked me. It wasn't intimate, I was being used, and I knew that was what I deserved. I didn't get off, but I wasn't worthy of that.

Dad came in and "tucked me in" again, his stone cold face completely unfeeling as I bobbed and sucked and licked. He seemed content to let me work, unlike Nick, who I visited again after lights out to give one final blow job.

Things settled into that pattern for the week. Nick in the morning, nick, his friend, dad and nick in the evening, and I'd become some kind of impromptu spa at school for a while. Every break I'd have girls drag me off to lick their feet, and as pictures of my exploits made the rounds, boys would even grope me. I knew they didn't want me, they just knew I was easy, would let them do what they wanted, and I did. One enterprising group of rough guys took to demanding my underwear and then throwing it onto the flat roof of the school canteen until I stopped wearing it. Then they wanted proof, and I showed them my hairy muff and they laughed at me, took pictures and spat in my face. After that they took to lifting my skirt every time they passed me in the corridor to hoots and hollars from everyone there. They were always careful not to do it with teachers present. Then they started demanding my bra, and then for me to show my tits when I stopped wearing them for fear of losing more clothes.

It was not long before Maisey was no longer my problem as I spent the breaks sucking dicks of all colours behind the bike sheds with my tits out. I could not say no. I was a worthless whore. My family, except my mum, knew it, everyone at school knew it, why should I pretend to be any different. I ended up missing classes as boys demanded more of me. I even got my cunt filled with cum a few times, the rough guys not liking to use condoms and taking turns. It felt kind of like being popular, except that nobody actually liked me, they just wanted to use me. I started to revel in the attention, opening up buttons on my blouse until my tits were almost falling out, wearing shorter and shorter skirts until you could see my cunt if I bent over. Guys had fingers in my twat and down my blouse every opportunity during class, break and on the way home, but I remained grounded so couldn't go to any of the parties I was being invited to.

When I missed my period I told my dad. He was the only "responsible" adult who knew anything of my shenanigans lately, and he said he'd take me to the fertility clinic to organise an abortion on one condition. He bent me over the dining table and fucked me there, bare back and came inside me. I understood the price. I guess I'd lost weight from a diet consisting more of cum than anything nutritious, but I was still fat, and my father seemed to enjoy holding on to my flab as he pounded into me.

The clinic was awkward, but it was early enough to get a chemical abortion. My dad also suggested I get a coil so I would be "less inclined to slip up." A week later it was installed and though I had to wait several weeks before having sex again on pain of bleeding everywhere, my dad seemed satisfied and used my mouth twice that night.

That weekend I got a surprise visitor. I opened the door to Maisey who imperiously walked past me and into the house without a word.

"Where is your room?" she demanded once we reached the top of the stairs. I hung my head, as I had a tendency to do around her and pointed it out, all the while staring at her pretty feet. I'd missed worshipping them.

She plopped herself on the bed as gracefully as anyone had ever done in the history of the world and I knelt at her feet. Without bidding I removed her shoes and socks and gave them my all. Ten minutes later she pushed me back onto my haunches and stood up. She kicked me over and I went willingly.

My heart skipped a beat as her panties came down her legs and then she was straddling my head and lowering herself onto me. Her muff smelled divine and tasted better. I made a mess of pleasuring her at first but she guided me with a firm grip on my hair. For Maisey this was positively gentle.

"I hate boys. They're disgusting, they leer, they want to grope you and use you," she said. I nodded my agreement into her, that was my experience all right, "but you, you're different. You don't care what I do, you love me don't you." I nodded my assent, rubbing my nose deep into her twat. "You don't care if I even like you, you want to please me, but those guys just want to please themselves." She sighed and started riding my face like I'd dreamed of. I was utterly happy. My bully was using me like she should.

She shuddered an orgasm over me and sat for a moment as I let her calm down. She started to get off of me. "I need to pee."

I pulled her back down, creating a suction over her cunt with my mouth, shaking my head. She laughed.

"You're pathetic." She let out her stream and it tasted divine.

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Years later, now that I've settled down as Maisey's live in maid and prostitute, I like looking back at my sexual awakening, how innocently it started off and how quickly it descended into utter depravity. I live with Maisey as I say, cooking, cleaning, doing all the housework, and she rents me out to men, lets her husband use me occasionally and rides my face most days. I do anything and everything she says and worship her for her discipline which she hands out readily enough for any perceived slight. I still enjoy the kicks to my cunt the most. Whenever I visit my family my dad and brother always find some way to get some alone time with me to use me in their own way. Generally I'm happy. I know my place and I actually feel loved. That's more than I ever thought I deserved.