Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Camwhore - Chapter One


Warning: The following story describes events that are possibly illegal, probably immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.


Saturday, March 17th, 2012

Well, I did it. I’m still high off of the adrenaline. I’ll probably change my mind and delete them tomorrow, but I posted the pictures.

I know that posting self-nudes isn’t the brightest thing that I’ve ever done. I’m not an idiot. Still, I don’t see how bad it could really be. I cropped my face out of the picture, so no one is going to recognize me. I don’t even think that many people will even see the pictures; it’s not like I’m the only girl who has ever done this. There’s literally billions of nudes floating around out there, mine aren’t that special.

They’ll probably go unnoticed by almost everyone, which is kind of sad. I’m still getting off on it, though. The idea that right now someone who I’ll probably never meet in real life is staring at my tits and jerking off – I don’t know why, but I just think that’s insanely hot.

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

So, that was unexpected. I kind of thought that I might get one or two comments. I secretly hoped that I might get up to ten. I actually woke up to seventy-three, and more are still coming in. I had no idea that I’d get so much attention. Honestly, the pictures I posted weren’t even that great.

Most of the messages are pretty forgettable; guys telling me that they like my body but not being too specific or vulgar. A handful of them are pretty creative and funny. Some of them are downright filthy; involving what the guy would do to me. I know I should probably take issue with how disrespectful and vulgar they are, but they’re really just fucking hot.

Of course, there are a handful of trolls, too. They’re just nasty and insulting. One guy told me that I was so far beneath his standards that he’d have to get blackout drunk first and put a bag over my head, and only then would he let his dog fuck me. I don’t mind, though. I know that if I get attention, some of it’s going to be negative. They’re only saying what they’re saying to try to offend me, anyway.

Reading what people would do to me got me so hot that I fucked myself. The weird part was what I was thinking about when I did it. I tried to think about the comments from people who told me what they’d do to me, but my mind kept drifting to the trolls. It wasn’t a turnoff, though. I think that I actually liked thinking about the nasty things that they said, and I really don’t know why.

I’m going to post more pictures tonight. Still keeping my face out of them, but I want to see if this was just a fluke. Plus, I mean, everyone’s begging me to post more anyway.

Wednesday, March 28th, 2012

So it wasn’t a fluke. I’m suddenly extremely popular, which is weird. I still don’t really get it – there are plenty of other girls who are hotter than me that post more revealing pictures, but people seem to really like mine. Still, I’m not complaining. I’m actually really getting off on the attention.

They keep asking me to post my face. I’m actually really, really tempted to, but I won’t. I want to, but I can’t risk having these pictures come back and bite me on the ass. If my parents knew I was posting nudes to the Internet, things would get very bad, very quickly.

I think I’m becoming addicted to the attention. It’s not just the positive attention, though – I’m actually really bored with being told that I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m liking the vulgar stuff way too much. I’m not going to say anything about it publicly, but when a guy sends me a message calling me a stupid whore and telling me how he’d rape the shit out of me, I really get off on it.

I’m fucking myself entirely too much. It might be a problem. It’s cutting into my free time and all.

Friday, March 30th, 2012

Kind of freaking the fuck out. Very bad day today. I feel like an idiot. Not your smartest move, Taylor.

So apparently I wasn’t as clever as I thought I was. My face was never visible, but the inside of my closet was. I hadn’t thought anything about it at the time, but apparently that was enough.

Andrew noticed. At the end of biology class he walked up to me and handed me some of my pictures that he had printed out. I tried to play dumb and act like I had no idea what they were, but he pointed out that he’s seen me wearing every single pair of shoes in that closet. I stuck with the lie of course; pretending that it was just a coincidence and I was grossed out that he’d show me pictures like that, but I don’t think he believes it. He told me that he’s glad it isn’t me – this way I won’t mind if he sends the pictures to my parents.

I don’t think for a second that my parents wouldn’t recognize me if they saw the pictures. Even if they didn’t recognize my body, I’m sure they’d recognize my room. Explaining to them that it’s just some girl who has the exact same body as me in a room that looks exactly like mine with a closet full of my clothes might be stretching it.

He told me not to worry, that he wasn’t going to send those pictures to my parents – yet. He said that he needed to think things over, but he’ll let me know his plans on Monday. I’m not looking forward to that, but I think I hate waiting even more. I’m going to spend the entire weekend freaking out over what’s going to happen now.

Things have always been a little weird between me and Andrew. He apparently had a crush on me during freshman year, which I didn’t find out about until two years later. I think he resents that I was so oblivious to how he felt about me and still holds a grudge over that. He’s never been openly hostile towards me or anything, but he’s always made me feel like I wasn’t exactly his favorite person in the world. I’m a little worried that he’s going to punish me for not loving him back during freshman year, though I don’t know for sure if he even still remembers that.

One thing is for sure, though: I won’t be posting any more. I should probably delete what I’ve already posted, but I’m not naïve enough to think that you can really delete anything from the Internet. I’m sure Andrew’s already made copies anyway; all I’d be doing by deleting now is confirming that it really is me. I don’t think he really needs the confirmation or anything, but I’d rather not risk it.

Monday, April 2nd, 2012

I talked to Andrew after biology today. I was super nervous, but I knew that I couldn’t just ignore it and hope that it would go away. Well I guess I could have, but I don’t think that would have fixed anything. After spending the entire weekend freaking out, I didn’t really want to prolong that any more.

I tried to pretend that it really wasn’t me in the pictures again, but I couldn’t fool him. I don’t even know how he knew with such confidence, but he clearly did. Either way, he promised me that if I don’t come clean with him right there and admit that I’m the girl in the pictures he’d send my parents copies and let them decide for themselves. He didn’t seem like he was bluffing, so I admitted it. I’m not happy about that, but it’s not like I wasn’t telling him anything that he didn’t already know.

The good news is that he didn’t want too much. I was a little afraid that he’d try to blackmail me for money or force me to have sex with him or something, but he didn’t. He said that he wants me to continue posting (even mentioned that he was disappointed I didn’t post anything over the weekend), and as long as I do he’ll keep things quiet.

I should probably be fucking ecstatic about that. Basically his blackmail amounts to do exactly what you would have done if I wasn’t blackmailing you. I’m still a little nervous, though. I suspect he might try to push for more at some point down the road. Also, it’s a little weird knowing that someone I actually know in real life has seen my pictures.

The really fucked up thing, though, is a part of me actually thinks this is kind of hot. Even though I’d probably be doing it anyway, when I post nudes now I’m going to be thinking about how I’m doing it because I’m being forced to. I know that should concern me, but it really turns me on. I probably shouldn’t think about this too much.

Continue reading with part two.

Camwhore - Chapter Two


Warning: The following story describes events that are possibly illegal, probably immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.


This is part two of the story. If you haven't read part one yet, you should probably do that first.

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012

Andrew chastised me for the pictures that I posted last night today. He said the pictures weren’t too bad, but they weren’t what people wanted. Said I’m not playing to the crowd enough, that I should ask them what they want to see and deliver that.

It was pretty irritating, actually. I don’t know why he thinks that he’s some kind of guru on camwhoring, but I really don’t need his pointers. I really wanted to tell him to just shut the fuck up, but I knew that would be a bad idea. His tone made it clear that I was still being blackmailed – he wasn’t just giving me friendly suggestions, he was giving me orders. He made it very clear that when someone requests a certain pose, I’m to deliver it.

Most of the requests I get are pretty tame, so I’m not too worried. Lots of guys want to see my feet for some reason. Occasionally they get a little vulgar, asking me to spread my ass wide so they can really see my asshole. That should bother me, but it’s not like I haven’t posted stuff like that already. Frankly, most of the reason that I usually ignore requests is just because of how boring and uncreative they are.

The one thing that I’m worried about is my face. I think that I already made it clear to everyone that I won’t be posting that no matter what, so people have mostly stopped asking. Mostly. I’m a little worried that someone out there might not have gotten the message yet and might ask me to post it. If that happens I’ll pretend that I didn’t see it. I’ve already managed to fuck myself over by not being anonymous enough once, I don’t need to do it again. I don’t think he’ll actually tell my parents over one missed comment, anyway.

So anyway, that’s what he’s asking. On Friday, I’m supposed to spend two hours just soliciting and delivering requests. I’m a little nervous and a little irritated, but I’m still not turned off. I’d probably think that this is going to be fucking hot, if it wasn’t for the fact that I know most of the requests I’ll get are going to be shit. Oh well, not like I’ve got a choice.

Saturday, April 7th, 2012

So, last night was weird.

It started how I expected it to. As always, there were a handful of people making requests. Same timid shit. I really don’t get why so many guys seem to want to see my feet, but whatever. I did what they wanted. Really, it felt like the worst part was how boring it was. They’d feed me a lame idea for a pose, I’d do it and take a picture, repeat.

Once they saw that I was playing along, though, things started to change. Instead of just asking me to pose in certain ways, they asked me to do things. They had me pinch my nipples, spank myself, and slip a finger in my vag. It took them a while to work up the courage – I think they thought they’d scare me off if they asked for anything too extreme. It’s funny, in a way. Andrew’s blackmail means that I can’t get scared off, but even if it wasn’t for that they wouldn’t have to worry. Had I known they might actually request interesting things, I probably would have done this voluntarily.

Of course, once they realized I wasn’t running away the requests got a lot more explicit. Apparently guys really like seeing anal. They had me finger my own asshole, which I had never done before. It was weird – I felt pretty slutty doing it, but it actually felt kind of good, too. It wasn’t just my finger than went up my ass, though. Pretty much everything in my room that was remotely phallic that they saw anywhere in my room found its way up there at one point or another, and there are pictures to prove it.

In the past I’ve usually fucked myself after I post, usually thinking about the comments that I’ve received. Last night was different, though. I was fucking myself while I was still taking pictures. Some of that was because that was part of the request, but a lot of it was just because I really wanted to. Well, want might not be the right word. I honestly felt compelled to do so; I couldn’t seem to wait until after I had finished.

Fortunately, only one person requested my face, and he did so in a private message. I was actually so fucking horny that I considered it, but thankfully I managed to stop myself. I might get off on being told what to do, but I’d prefer not to do things that could completely destroy my life. Besides, the message was private – as far as Andrew knows I did everything that I was told to do.

The really fucked up part was thinking about Andrew. I mean, he’s kind of cute, but it’s not like he’s so sexy that I totally lust after him or anything. Even though I don’t have a crush on him, I was getting off on knowing that he was watching me shoving random objects up my ass. I was thinking about him sitting at home staring at me, laughing at me degrading myself, and it really turned me on. I was wondering if he was making requests or just watching – I have no idea what his username is, so he really could have been anyone.

I’m feeling extremely emotionally volatile right now. I want to be angry at Andrew, which I am, but I can’t pretend that it’s only anger that I’m feeling. I want to be disgusted with myself, which I am, but I can’t pretend that I didn’t totally get off on abusing myself like that. Hopefully things will stop now that Andrew has what he wants.

Tuesday, April 10th, 2012

Andrew didn’t say a single word to me yesterday. I took it as a good sign – I figured that I had done what he wanted, so he was going to just leave me alone. I have to admit that a part of me was a little disappointed by it, but not nearly enough to actually say anything to him. I might get off on being forced to camwhore, but my desire to not be blackmailed is way stronger.

Unfortunately, I was wrong. Andrew isn’t nearly done with me yet, he’s apparently just getting started. He stopped me after biology class today and told me that he was disappointed with me. I honestly didn’t know why – I had done everything that he told me to do. He explained that I didn’t and told me that I ignored at least one request on Friday night. I let him know that I was sorry, but I really had no idea what he was talking about.

So apparently, the private message that I got asking me to show my face was from him. He says he’s not happy with me for ignoring him, but he’s going to let me off with a warning this time. In the future, he expects me to accept all requests, even private ones.

None of it really makes any sense. Usually when a guy wants to see my face I assume that it’s because he wants to know what I look like, but Andrew already knows what I look like – he sees me almost every day. The only reason that he’d want me to post my face is so that other people can see what I look like, and that makes me nervous. I obviously don’t want anyone else recognizing me, and I’m pretty freaked out by the fact that he apparently does.

He told me that I’m putting on another two-hour show on Friday, same time as last week. He says that if I ignore any other requests he’s going to make sure that my parents see everything. I tried to make him agree to let me off the hook for showing my face, but he didn’t even want to discuss it. He just kept saying that I’ll obey all requests or I’ll suffer the penalties.

I’m pretty much terrified, but I know there’s nothing I can do. If he asks me to show my face I’ll really have no choice – as much as I don’t want anyone to recognize me, I really can’t have my parents seeing the pictures, especially after the disgusting stuff I produced last Friday. I’m just really, really hoping that he understands how important it is to me and lets it slide.

Saturday, April 21st, 2012

I’m still freaked out about what happened last night.

It started a lot faster than last week. I guess they figured that if I could handle fucking myself up the ass with the handle of my hairbrush and still come back for more then I wasn’t going to be scared off by more extreme requests. A handful of people requested poses, but the vast majority of them wanted to see me fucking myself. I think about half of the objects in my room that are even remotely phallic have now been up my ass, and the other half have been in my pussy. Hairbrushes, bottles, markers – if it looked like it would fit, I fucked myself with it and took pictures. God, I’m still sore.

It wasn’t enough for them to just see me fucking myself, though. Everything that went up my pussy found its way into my mouth right after so I could lick it clean. The taste didn’t bother me, but it made me incredibly nervous – they wanted pictures of things going in my mouth, and I really didn’t want to show my face. I cropped the pictures right under my nose, though, and fortunately no one complained.

By about an hour in I had almost forgotten about my fear of having to show my face. I mean, it was still in the back of my head, but my mind was elsewhere. I was really getting off on the disgusting things that they were making me do, and I just couldn’t seem to think about anything other than fucking myself to orgasm. The disturbing thing to me was that it wasn’t just the act of fucking myself that was getting me hot, but the act of disrespecting myself. I felt like a complete whore shoving any object up my pussy that might fit, but at the time that struck me as extremely hot. Fear might have been present, but mostly it was just lust.

I was almost through the two hours that Andrew said I had to do and I was feeling pretty confident. No one had demanded that I show my face yet, and I had convinced myself that Andrew probably wouldn’t actually make me do that. I think I assumed that he realized how complicated things could get if anyone else recognized me and I had managed to make myself believe that he wouldn’t risk that.

I had just finished fucking a candle on my hands and knees, and they told me to lick it clean. I was planning on posting those pictures and calling it a night when I got one more message, specifying how I was to lick it clean. It wasn’t from Andrew, I don’t think – the username was different from the one he had used to ask me to show my face last week – but it may as well have been. The person wanted me to show my entire face when I cleaned it.

I wish that I could say I was reluctant. I know I should have been – showing my face in a context like that was obviously a stupid move – but at that moment I didn’t really care. I was so close to orgasm, and I was really, really enjoying acting like a whore. I knew how easily it could bite me in the ass down the road, but that knowledge only made it seem hotter. Fully understanding that it was a terrible idea, I snapped off a few pictures including my entire face with the candle in my mouth. Being the idiot that I am, I didn’t just place the candle in my mouth either. I fucked my mouth with it, I licked the shaft; I basically did everything I could to make it look like I was performing oral sex on it. I then uploaded the pictures without cropping anything; letting everyone see exactly what I looked like. Fortunately, none of the pictures with my face contained any nudity, but they’re still pretty damning.

I’m now absolutely terrified that come Monday I’m going to have more people at school recognizing me, and at the same time I’m still turned on by it. I’ve been fucking myself non-stop since it happened and I really don’t think I can stop. I’m beginning to think there’s something really wrong with me – I may have just ruined my life, and I still can’t seem to keep my hand out of my panties.

Thursday April 26th, 2012

The good news is that if anyone at school recognized my face they aren’t saying anything about it. I’m hoping that no one at school aside from Andrew saw. It doesn’t seem unlikely – I mean, it’s not like everyone on Earth saw my posts, just a bunch of people on some stupid fucking website – but it’s still difficult for me to forget about. Every time I notice someone looking in my direction I wonder if they’ve seen me naked and are just too shy to mention it. Either way, at least I’m not getting harassed.

Andrew told me that he’s not going to have me doing requests anymore. I’d like to believe that he thinks I’ve just suffered enough, but I’m not that naïve. He says I’m still going to be doing a two-hour show every Friday night, but from now on he’ll tell me what to post via Skype. He explained that he thinks the requests are too tame, and he’s getting bored. What’s funny is that I might have agreed with him if he had said that a couple of weeks ago, but after shoving so many objects up my cunt and asshole I just don’t know that tame is the right word.

I tried to argue with him, and he just reached forward, grabbed my tits, and twisted my nipples. It hurt pretty badly, but mostly I was just amazed that he would do something like that. His body language wasn’t shy or nervous or anything; it was like he thought he had the right to just touch me however he wanted. I was shocked and offended, but I was also turned on. I didn’t want to be turned on – I actually kind of despise Andrew these days – but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

I slapped his hands away and tried to explain to him that regardless of our arrangement, he does not get to touch me. He didn’t seem to appreciate my explanation – he grabbed my wrist and led me to the boy’s bathroom. I probably should have screamed or something, but I didn’t. I want to believe that I was just too frightened of pissing him off, but I know that isn’t the truth. The truth is that a part of me was glad that he wasn’t going to accept backtalk like that from me and I would have been disappointed if he didn’t make sure to put me in my place.

I was still pretty frightened, though. School had let out and most people had gone home by then, but I still had no way of knowing if the boy’s bathroom would be empty and I didn’t want to be forced to go into there. Andrew seemed a lot less concerned, though – he simply held tight on my wrist and forced me through the door. Fortunately, it was empty.

Once we were in he led me over to a urinal, grabbed my skirt and panties, and pulled them down to my ankles. Facing me towards the wall, he bent me over and dropped his pants. I tried to get away, but with my skirt around my ankles I really didn’t have a chance – he was able to easily hold me in place.

I begged him to stop and let him know that I was a virgin. I was hoping that once he found out he’d show a little mercy; I mean making my first time be in a fucking boy’s bathroom seemed cruel even by his standards. Unfortunately, betting on Andrew’s mercy seems to be a uniformly bad idea. He told me that he was glad I was a virgin, because he didn’t have any condoms and didn’t want to get a disease from me. I was about to point out that there’s still the risk of pregnancy when he shoved it in hard.

I was way wetter than I would have liked to be, but it still hurt a lot. The pain doesn’t bother me so much, though. What bothers me is the fact that literally seconds after he was inside of me I was already cumming. It’s always been a challenge for me to reach orgasm at all, and I honestly don’t understand why that time I seemed to be unable to prevent it. I felt like such a whore – cumming from being raped in the boy’s bathroom by a man I despise.

The rest of the details are still pretty hazy to me (I know that I came way more than just the one time before he finished), but at least I held onto my sanity enough to beg him not to cum inside of me. I’m not on the pill, and I really, really didn’t want to risk actually getting knocked up. I’m pretty sure my parents would notice if that happened.

Fortunately, Andrew decided to show a little mercy for once in his life. He didn’t cum inside of me, but he didn’t shoot it in the urinal or anything like that either. Instead he spun me around, forced me to my knees, and ejaculated all over my face. I was kind of grossed out, so I tried to go to the sink to wash it off after pulling my skirt and panties back up. Before I could, though, Andrew grabbed my wrist and escorted me out of the bathroom, explaining that as a girl I really shouldn’t be in there.

I was going to just run to the girl’s bathroom and wash it off, but Andrew stopped me. He told me to head straight home and take some pictures of it. I was to post those pictures as well as a description of how the cum got on my face in the first place. It’s not the most accurate description – he warned me that I can’t name him or use the word rape – but it’s certainly enough to make me look like a total whore. There’s now pictures of my cum-drenched face online along with a bullshit explanation about how I got so horny I had to take a boy into the bathroom, let him fuck me, and then begged him to cum on my face.

I’m utterly appalled with my behavior. This may actually be the greatest humiliation that I’ve ever experienced in my life, and yet I’m still not turned off. I’ve already fucked myself to orgasm once since getting home and posting the pictures, and I’m sure that I’ll do it again before I go to sleep. Even the dread of how Andrew will humiliate me tomorrow on camera now that he’s directly calling the shots isn’t enough to make me stop being so fucking horny. I really don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.

Continue reading with part three.

Camwhore - Chapter Three


Warning: The following story describes events that are possibly illegal, probably immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.


This is part three of the story. If you haven't read part two yet, you should probably do that first.

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

So last night was my first posting with Andrew directing me. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting. If I had to guess, I probably would have thought that he was going to just make me fuck myself with more objects and probably post more of my face. He did do that, but posting pictures was a surprisingly minimal part of the experience.

His focus was on what I said. He kept a close eye on the comments that were being posted, and fed me responses. I’d then rephrase what he said so that it sounded like something that I would say and post that. It probably sounds like it would be less intense and stressful than the normal routine, but he found a way to make it somehow worse.

The things he had me say painted a pretty clear picture of me. Every time that someone said I was beautiful he’d make me insult them and tell them that I could never be attracted to a little pussy bitch that compliments me in such a faggy way. Basically if a commenter was nice or respectful to me, I was a raging bitch back to them. I felt really bad about that – I’m really not the heartless cunt that he made me act like.

I wasn’t a bitch to everyone, though. He had me responding to the trolls. When a guy called me ugly, he forced me to apologize to him for my fat ass and ask if there was anything I could do to make it up to him. Most of the guys ignored that, but a handful of them took me up on the offer and requested various humiliating pictures, most of which involved things going up my ass. Apparently the kind of guy who gets off on calling a girl ugly also likes watching her being anally violated, though I guess that isn’t really too surprising.

It took a little while, but eventually everyone seemed to catch on. They figured out that if they’re nice to me I’ll shit all over them, but if they insult me I’ll do whatever they want. Guys who used to say the sweetest things to me immediately changed their tones; picking over every imperfection on my body, calling me a dumb slut, and just generally going out of their way to be as insulting as possible. I thought about telling them that I’m really not a slut - I was actually a virgin before Thursday and that was rape, but I didn’t. Even if Andrew would have permitted it, I doubt anyone would have believed me.

The really fucked up thing is that I liked it. The things they said were so vulgar and insulting, but I had never been so turned on in my life. I could just visualize hundreds of men looking down on me, calling me a whore, telling me how I need to get fucked in the ass. A part of me wished that they were there with me so they could do the disgusting things that they said they would do. A part of me wanted them to demand more humiliating and abusive things.

I lost control. I was so taken up in the energy of abusing myself that I did everything they asked without hesitation. Fortunately, no one asked for me to include shots of my face in the more vulgar pictures, but if they had I would have done it in a heartbeat. In fact, I was actually disappointed that they hadn’t. I think I wanted to see myself degraded just as much if not more than they did. I was seeing myself as this raging slut, and I wanted that slut to be made to suffer.

That worries me. I have no reason to believe that last night was the final night of my degradation, and it’s really only a matter of time before someone asks me for more identifying pictures. I’d like to think that I’ll find a way around it when it comes up, but I really don’t think that I will. I guess it’s not too bad; there’s already pictures of me with cum all over my face circulating the Internet.

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012

Andrew has fucked me in the bathroom every single day after school this week so far. Each time he refused to use a condom, and each time I had to beg for him to pull out and cum on my face. I hate the way that he makes me walk home with my face drenched in his sperm, but it’s better than being forced to carry his baby. I’m still terrified that one of these days my parents will come home before I get a chance to wash it off and I’ll have some serious explaining to do.

He acknowledged today that pulling out and blasting his load on my face probably wasn’t the best solution. I briefly hoped that he meant he was going to start wearing condoms, but then I remembered who I was talking to – he loves humiliating me, and I knew that if he was going to give up the joy of forcing me to walk home with cum on my face then he’d want something at least as humiliating in exchange. Unsurprisingly, he quickly let me know that condoms would be out of the question.

His plan is to start fucking me in the asshole. It seems pretty degrading to me, but I can’t act like I haven’t been expecting it. After the way people online constantly asked me to shove things up my ass, I had pretty much come to terms with the fact that I was going to be a three-holed slut, as Andrew so eloquently phrases it. Hell, I can’t even pretend that I haven’t fantasized about getting ass-fucked, but I’m still more than a little afraid to do it in real life.

Andrew noticed my fear and explained that he was going to make sure I was ready before I get fucked in the ass. It seemed uncharacteristically caring of him, so I wasn’t surprised when he explained exactly how he intended to help. His help is going to consist of forcing me to purchase a butt plug and insert it right after 7th period so that I’m ready for him by the end of the day. I’m pretty much terrified.

First, there’s the fact that I’m going to have to buy a butt plug. He’s ordered me to have it by Friday so I can test it out when I do my posting, so ordering it online is out of the question. I’m going to have to buy it in a sex store, and I’m a little afraid of that. People often think that I’m under eighteen, and I’m a little worried that they’ll card me. I have my driver’s license and all, but I’m not crazy about showing my ID that reveals my name to a stranger while buying a hunk of latex to shove up my ass.

There’s also the matter of inserting it. Thankfully he hasn’t demanded that I just shove it up my ass in the hallway where everyone can see or anything, but it’s not like I have the option of total privacy. I’ll go to the girl’s bathroom and do it in a stall, but even then the bathrooms are rarely empty between class periods. While I’m fucking a plug up my ass there are going to be other girls in the same room, hopefully oblivious to what I’m doing in there. We only have four minutes between periods, too, so I won’t be able to take my time.

Of course there’s also the matter of 8th period as well. I’m still going to have to go to class and act like there’s absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, and I just don’t know if I can pull it off. I’m not even sure that I’m going to be able to handle the walk to class without anyone noticing that something’s up, much less sit through the entire class pretending that I don’t have something literally lodged up my ass.

I thought about asking to go to the bathroom halfway through 8th period, but I don’t think that’s a great idea. 8th period is biology, and Andrew’s in that class. If I start asking to go to the bathroom every day twenty minutes into class, he’s going to notice that something is up. Besides, I’m a little worried that I’m really going to need the entire class to stretch myself out. I honestly don’t know how long I’ll have to wear it before I’m ready for him to fuck me in the ass, but I’m betting that he isn’t going to be gentle.

Finally, I’m worried about Friday. Andrew says I have to buy a dildo and anal lube as well as the butt plug, and I’m pretty sure he’s planning to include them in my performance. I’m not really afraid of fucking myself with toys or anything, I mean I’ve already fucked myself with all kinds of random household objects and I don’t see how that is any worse, but I’m a little worried that it’s going to make me lose control. If I can’t keep my sex drive in check when fucking the end of a broomstick, what chance do I have when the object I’m using is actually designed for what I’m using it for?

Friday, May 4th, 2012

I bought the toys today. It was a pretty humiliating experience, though I guess I should probably be used to humiliation by now. I can’t say it was worse than any of the other things that I’ve done over the last few weeks, but it was definitely stressful in a new and exciting way.

So apparently Friday night is a relatively busy time for a sex store. I’m a little pissed off at myself for putting it off until the last minute, but I was too nervous to take care of it earlier. Still, I’m kind of kicking myself for not getting it out of the way when I had more time and the store wouldn’t have been so busy.

Picking out the items was pretty embarrassing. I felt like the entire store was staring at me, and they probably were – I got the sense that they didn’t get a lot of eighteen year old girls shopping on their own, especially for items so obviously related to anal sex. As humiliating as it was having complete strangers seeing me picking out a butt plug, I was more worried that some of them were staring at me because they recognized me from my pictures. I keep telling myself that only a small percentage of people in the world have actually seen them, but it’s hard for me to not think that most of them probably hang out in places like that.

I wanted to buy the smallest butt plug they had, but I’m sure that Andrew would have taken issue with that. He technically didn’t specify what size I should buy, but he’s never really let fairness stop him from abusing me in the past. Hoping to spare myself whatever punishment he’d come up with as well as another trip to the store to buy a more appropriately sized butt plug, I ended up erring on the side of caution and getting one that was just slightly larger than average. I used the same logic when picking out a dildo as well.

I fortunately didn’t get carded, but the clerk did stare at me for a while. I want to think he was trying to determine my age, but it kind of felt like he was really just trying to remember where he recognized me from. Also, he seemed somewhat impressed with my selection – I guess girls my age don’t normally buy butt plugs, or at least ones as large as mine.

I’d like to say that I’m glad I got it over with, but I know it’s just beginning. In fifteen minutes I’m going to have to go online with my new toys, and I’m sure that I’ll be breaking them in. I kind of wish that I had gotten something a little smaller; now that I have them at home they feel almost monstrously large.

Saturday May 5th, 2012

I’m not sure how to describe last night. I’m kind of torn between traumatizing and intense. The orgasms were beyond mind-blowing, but I ended up paying for them dearly.

Andrew started by having me reveal my purchases and ask everyone what they thought of them. Most people were impressed by how large I had went, or at least that’s what they claimed. This, in turn, led into people mocking me for being such a slut. I was a little turned on by that, but I still had my senses so I tried to correct them. I told them that I had only been with one man, hoping that Andrew wouldn’t have a problem with that if I didn’t use the word rape. I was hoping that when I told them I wasn’t a slut they’d understand or failing that argue with me. Instead, they just laughed at me. That actually really bothers me – I hate that the fact that the very idea that I’m not such a raging slut is literally laughable. I hate even more that it turns me on.

Having introduced the toys, Andrew had me fellate the dildo. I assumed that he just wanted a picture of my face with a rubber dick in my mouth, and though it bothered me, I didn’t really see how it was any worse than the picture I had already posted of my face with cum on it. Hoping to spare myself from any punishment for being uncooperative, I decided to give him what he wanted without argument. I took a picture of the dildo with its head pressed against my lips and a picture with it about two inches into my mouth, and posted them both.

Unfortunately, he apparently wanted more. I didn’t understand what he meant – I thought that I had given him exactly what he wanted – but he helpfully explained. He said that if I’m going to learn to be an effective cocksucker I’m going to have to go deeper than just an inch or two, and ordered me to get a picture of the dildo inserted all the way. This was a bit more challenging – the thing is easily at least six inches long, and in order to get it I had to actually work it into my throat. It hurt like hell and I’m still a little sore, but I eventually managed. I’m a little terrified of what it’s going to be like if he ever tries to make me suck his dick, though – I doubt that he’ll be as gentle as I was.

Having taken care of the dildo, he decided that it was time for me to break in the butt plug. He was a bit more straightforward with that, at least, and didn’t make me put it in my mouth. Instead, he had me lube it up and sit on it, taking pictures every few seconds or so in order to let everyone see it slowly sliding in.

It was an experience. I don’t know if it was because it was actually designed to go up my ass or if it was just some psychological effect from the fact that I was thinking about sex all day long, but it felt about a billion times better than any of the other objects that I had shoved up my ass. It also hurt a lot – in addition to feeling better than anything else I had fucked, it was also a lot wider. It took me a full ten minutes just to work it all the way in, and it probably would have taken longer if Andrew hadn’t yelled at me for moving too slowly.

On the topic of getting it in quickly enough, Andrew less-than-helpfully let me know that he’d punish me if I’m late to biology class, so I had better learn how to insert it faster. He suggested that I wear it overnight while I sleep. I have to admit that it’s not a completely terrible idea in terms of getting me used to it, but I’m not sure it’ll work. I’m pretty sure that I’d be too distracted by the urge to fuck myself to get any sleep if I tried it. Still, I’m going to give it a shot tonight – spending the day tired and exhausted is probably better than the sick shit that Andrew will come up with if I piss him off.

Of course, the show wasn’t over just because I had the plug up my ass. I’m not so naïve as to believe that he was going to let me get away with just sticking the dildo in my mouth; I knew he’d make me put it other places. At that point, though, I didn’t mind – with the plug up my ass, I was actually pretty eager to get started. I was still a little intimidated by the size of the thing, but I was so horny I didn’t even really care. I was already secretly rubbing my clit between pictures, and I really wanted to experience what being fucked with a dildo would feel like.

Unfortunately, Andrew is still a sadistic asshole. I don’t know if he sensed how bad I wanted it and just wanted to deny my for a while or if it was just coincidence, but rather than telling me to fuck my pussy already he had me pose for more pictures with the plug fully inserted. He made me get on my hands and knees with my ass pointed at the camera and fuck my mouth with the dildo while turning my face so that it was visible to the camera. I probably should have resisted then, but I was just so fucking impatient to get it over with so that I could fuck myself already that I just didn’t really care. I gave Andrew what he wanted – or so I thought.

He again reminded me that just gingerly feeding the first inch or two of the dildo into my mouth wasn’t good enough. This actually presented a bit of a problem. When I took the first pictures of me deep throating the dildo I was able to keep a hand free with which to operate the camera. The pose that he was demanding left me no free hands, so I had to rely on my auto-timer which has a maximum setting of fifteen seconds. I struggled to set the timer, get in the pose, and force the cock down my throat enough for his liking before the camera took its picture. I guess it’s good practice, at least – I’m sure he’ll be fucking my mouth soon enough. He keeps telling me how I need to have all three holes operational for maximum efficiency.

It took me way too long to get the pictures that he wanted, but eventually I managed. Thankfully, Andrew decided it was time that I took the dildo in my pussy. I doubt he was actually being charitable (I obviously didn’t mention how bad I wanted it to him), but his motives didn’t matter. It’s pretty humiliating to admit, but by that point I was desperate and probably would have done anything in order to get a chance to fuck myself with that dildo.

Just like with the butt plug, he had me slide it in slowly and take pictures every few seconds. This turned out to be a little more challenging than it had originally sounded. I really, really wanted to just grab it and fuck myself silly, but I had to stop every few seconds in order to snap off a picture. Even with the frequent interruptions, though, I was pretty fucking close to orgasm by the time that I had inserted it just a few inches.

Once I had satisfied that request, Andrew ordered me to fuck myself hard with it and take a picture every few minutes. I put ordered in quotes for a reason. He technically did order me to do it, but I don’t think there’s anything on this planet that could have prevented me from doing it on my own free will. By that point I was hornier than I can ever remember being in my life, and I was going to fuck myself with that dildo whether he wanted me to or not. Really, his order was more of a fortunate coincidence than anything else.

I fucked myself to orgasm within minutes. Again, it was strange – I’ve really never been able to cum so quickly before. I think a part of it was that I was fucking myself with something actually designed for the role, but I know that isn’t the entire story. I kept my eye on the comments while I was doing it. They were almost universally derogatory; virtually everyone was calling me a worthless slut and a stupid whore; telling me that I had better fuck myself hard so as to get myself ready for them when they come and rape me. I know that I should have been offended, but really I was just turned on. The idea of so many men just threatening to rape me and throw me away like a piece of subhuman garbage when they were done was just so fucking hot.

I don’t even know how many times I came before I finished. Everything after that last point is still a little hazy to me; even though I was completely sober I felt extremely high on my own lust. What I do know is that I royally fucked myself over. I posted pictures of myself in every humiliating pose I could think of – dildo and plug fully inserted, plug inserted as I licked my own juices from the dildo, everything. I made sure to include my face in every single one of them, just to add to my humiliation. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.

On the plus side, I guess I don’t have to worry about having my face photographed anymore. At this point, I honestly can’t think of any pictures that I could take which would contain my face and be more humiliating than what I’ve already posted. I really shouldn’t say that. I’m pretty sure Andrew can think of something, and even if he couldn’t, I don’t want to know. I’m pretty sure that if I had an idea what more I could do, I’d probably end up actually doing it next Friday.

Monday, May 7th, 2012

Is it possible to die of a heart attack at eighteen? If it is, I should probably check myself into some hospital at some point. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since 7th period. Seriously, I’m getting worried.

So, from the time I woke up until the time that 7th period ended, pretty much the only thing that I was thinking about was how I could get the butt plug up my ass in the tiny insignificant amount of time that I had before 8th period started. I actually did sleep with it up my ass on Saturday and Sunday nights. Again, the quotes are there for a reason – I probably spent more time fucking myself like a bitch in heat than actually sleeping. I should probably blame my behavior on the exhaustion. Yeah, that’s totally what it is.

Anyway, I spent the entire day rehearsing how I was going to do it. I smuggled the lube and the plug in my backpack, which was actually more nerve-wracking that I had expected. I spent most of the day freaking out about accidentally opening the wrong pocket and having to explain exactly why I’m such a whore. Shamefully, the thoughts of being put in that situation only seemed to get me hotter, but whatever. Anyway, I had it all planned out in my head – I’d leave 7th period history, head up to the 3rd floor girl’s bathroom, insert the plug, and go down to my 8th period biology on the 2nd floor. Yeah, it’s a major detour that would cost me precious seconds, but the 3rd floor bathroom is quite frankly a shithole. If any bathroom was going to be deserted between periods, that was the one.

Of course, luck didn’t exactly work out like that. Don’t get me wrong or anything – it wasn’t like there were lines stretching out into the hallway or anything – but it wasn’t exactly empty either. When I entered there was one girl in the stall and another standing in front of the mirror. If I had had time I probably would have entered a stall and waited for them to leave, but that just wasn’t the situation. I had already burned at least a minute by going to a floor that I probably shouldn’t have, and I really couldn’t afford to piss away any precious seconds.

I ran straight into the stall and pulled out the lube and butt plug. Just as I had rehearsed, I quickly coated the plug in lube. That was the easy part. The hard part was what would come next – I had about two minutes to shove a fucking enormous butt plug up my ass; a task that usually takes me about ten minutes. I remember thinking about how stupid it was of me to rehearse coating the plug in lube but not practice actually taking it, but that’s neither here nor there.

The pain was a factor. A big one, too – my plug is probably about three inches or so at its thickest point, and honestly that’s just bigger than I think I’ll ever be able to take easily. That said, the real factor was volume. I guess that plays on pain, but while I was shoving it up there I couldn’t help but let out a few stray grunts. I hoped that they would sound innocent, but realistically I understood that they wouldn’t. I don’t think there are really any innocent grunts in the bathroom. Really any pain that I’m experiencing in there that I need to make audible is probably something I’d be embarrassed about. I got it inserted in less than the two minutes that I had budgeted, but I got some weird looks on the way out. It probably didn’t help that I was walking funny.

I made it to class on time, but just barely. Everyone was staring at me when I walked in, which was pretty embarrassing. I don’t think they’ve actually seen the pictures or anything, but the way that I was walking certainly called attention to myself. Maybe in time I’ll learn how to walk naturally with a sadistically large piece of rubbed shoved up my ass, but that’s a talent I have yet to figure out.

Actually sitting through the class was pure torture. My ass really hurt from having shoved the plug up it so roughly, but I was also way more turned on by the situation than I should have been. I couldn’t seem to think about anything other than how it would feel when Andrew took me into the bathroom after class and took my anal virginity. I can’t even remember what the fuck Mister Megow was talking about in the class; I was just off in my own little world of terror, lust, and anticipation.

Eventually the bell rang. A part of me wanted to run like hell, but I knew that would be a bad idea – not only would Andrew probably send my pictures to my parents, but I don’t think that I could have run too well with the plug inside of me anyway. More troubling, though, was the fact that a part of me was eagerly looking forward to what was about to happen as Andrew approached me. I want to believe that I just wanted to get it over with already, but I know that isn’t entirely true.

He took me into the boy’s bathroom and made me suck his cock for a while. I probably shouldn’t phrase it like that, actually. I sucked his cock for about a minute until he was hard, and then he raped my face. I went almost entirely passive, just doing my best to not throw up as he violently rammed his dick down my throat. He might not be quite as big as the dildo, but he more than made up with it with his brutality.

Eventually he got tired with fucking my face and told me how pathetic a job I had done. I tried to tell him that I had never actually gone down on a man before but he didn’t want to hear it. He said that as a three-holed slut it’s my responsibility to learn how to use all of my holes, and that if I disappoint him like that again he’s going to punish me. It felt pretty unfair – he took complete control of the situation when he was fucking my throat so there really wasn’t anything that I could have done differently – but I knew better than to argue with him.

He then had me drop my pants and bend over the urinal. I was kind of hoping that he’d fuck my pussy for a little while – I was really horny and still kind of afraid to take it up the ass – but he didn’t seem interested in doing that. He pulled the plug out and had me hold it, then aimed his cock into my asshole. I asked him to lube up first, but he told me that after failing to give him a halfway decent blowjob I didn’t deserve any more lubricant than whatever spit was still on his dick. Bracing his hands on my hips, he then thrust into me hard.

Jesus Christ it hurt. I wanted to scream in pain at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t want to risk alerting anyone as to what was going on and end up getting caught being ass-fucked in the boy’s bathroom. It still hurt too much for me to stay completely silent, though, and with each thrust I let out a pained whimper. Andrew didn’t seem to mind how much suffering he was inflicting on me – if anything, he seemed to be getting off on it.

He told me that he’s planning to fuck me in the ass from now on, claiming that my pussy is too sloppy and loose for him to enjoy it. Hoping to prove his point, he then reached down and forced three fingers up my cunt. I would have liked to argue with him, but the fact that he was able to slide them in so easily due to how disgustingly wet I was kind of undermined my position. Besides, begging him to still fuck my pussy from time to time felt like it would be a little slutty. I might have secretly enjoyed being raped by him, but I didn’t want to clue him in to that.

The really screwed up part, though, was how much I liked it. I mean, I expected to enjoy being humiliated and degraded – as much as it bothers me it’s hardly a surprised that stuff like that turns me on at this point – but it actually felt really good too. As painful as it was, I still managed to cum twice before he shot his load up my ass.

After pulling out, he took the butt plug from me and shoved it right back up my ass. His lack of gentleness hurt a little, but by that point I was already stretched out enough that I managed. Pulling my panties and pants back up, he then forced me out of the bathroom and led me out of the school so that I wouldn’t be able to duck into the girl’s bathroom and pull it out.

I think that he thought being forced to walk home with the butt plug holding his cum inside my ass would be a punishment, and I guess in some ways it was. It was certainly painful and humiliating, but mostly it was just hot. With each step I was forced to remember how he had made me his bitch, and I enjoyed that thought entirely too much. I didn’t even remove the plug immediately when I made it home – I fucked myself to orgasm with the dildo first.

I’m trying to tell myself that I should be happy with how things are. I don’t have to worry about getting knocked up or having my parents see me walking through the door with cum on my face, and even though there are extremely disgusting pictures of me floating around with my face clearly visible it has yet to bite me in the ass. I want to say that there’s really nothing Andrew could do to hurt me that he hasn’t done already, but I know that probably isn’t likely. I’m both terrified of what he’s going to do next and eager to experience it.

Saturday, May 12th, 2012

I knew it was a mistake to think that Andrew couldn’t come up with more sadistic ways to fuck with me. One of these days I’m going to realize that there’s really no limit to the amount of pain he can inflict upon me. He really outdid himself last night during my online performance.

Physically, things went a lot like they had the previous week. I shoved the plug up my asshole and fucked my mouth and pussy with the dildo. Mildly humiliating, but nothing that I hadn’t done before. To be completely honest, it was probably more enjoyable than anything else. After getting fucked in the ass every single day this week after school, I’ve gotten a lot better at taking large objects up the butt.

Verbally, though, Andrew had my talking a lot more. The topic of conversation was how I would feel if someone recognized me in public. Unsurprisingly, Andrew had me claim that I really liked the idea and that I’m disappointed it hasn’t happened yet.

Most people reacted with disbelief. Apparently I’m pretty popular online, and with my face visible they couldn’t believe that no one had recognized me. That kind of worries me, actually – I think they’re most likely right. Actually, now that I think of it, the odds that no one has ever recognized me in public are roughly zero. Someone pointed out that people probably recognize me all the time; they just don’t have the balls to say anything. I think that’s probably the case.

Unfortunately, Andrew saw that comment as well. Feeling helpful, he had me explain how I would like to be approached if someone recognizes me. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t involve being polite. He had me claim that they should just walk up to me, tell me that they’ve seen me fucking myself online, and spit in my face if the mood happens to strike them. He made me stress how important it was that they be as disrespectful as possible, and even made me claim that if they’re insulting enough I might just repay them with sex.

My fans seemed almost confused by the idea that I’d really want to be treated like that. A few of them claimed that while I might want to be treated like that by hot guys, most of them are probably overweight basement-dwelling trolls whom I wouldn’t really want to be approached by. I hoped that Andrew wouldn’t notice those comments, but unfortunately he did. He forced me to make it very clear: I want to be approached by anyone who sees my pictures, regardless of who they are or what they look like. There’s no age limit, no body type requirement – hell, he even made me say that there’s no gender restrictions so women can join in on the fun. Apparently I’m an equal-opportunity whore.

Things were probably bad enough already, but Andrew wasn’t done yet. He then made me point out that if someone doesn’t want to talk to me, that’s okay – I’m a shitty conversationalist, and they don’t have to say anything at all if they don’t want to. I’d appreciate it, though, if they could at least grab my tits or ass as a way of letting me know that they’ve seen my posts and they recognize me. He made me explain that I won’t get mad or grossed out, and if anything I’ll probably appreciate it if they’re rough and disrespectful enough.

I was absolutely terrified of the consequences of what he was making me type. I was beginning to realize that the only reason I hadn’t been harassed publicly so far was probably just because people didn’t know how to approach me and Andrew seemed to be doing an excellent job of fixing that. I couldn’t help but think about how my life was going to be once every loser thought it would be okay to just walk right up to me and squeeze my ass. Disturbingly, a part of me liked it. I lost count of how many orgasms I had that night, and nearly all of them were inspired by thoughts of being publicly violated and molested.

For his grand finale, Andrew had me make a request of my fans. He forced me to ask them to take my pictures and quotes from last night and make a bunch of images that they can post elsewhere on the Internet so that even more people will know that I’m a slut available for public use. They responded quickly – within minutes they were showing off the ads they had made for me. It was humiliating seeing my pictures captioned with things like Anyone can grope me, I’m just a slut pig and Just walk up to me and say I’ve seen you fucking yourself up the ass you filthy whore and spit in my face but Andrew still wanted more. He had me encourage them to use their own words as well as mine and to be as degrading and disgusting as possible; they immediately complied. For a bunch of people that act like they hate me and would only fuck me out of pity, they’re remarkably quick to do whatever they think I want. Before signing off for the night he made me beg them to post their pictures everywhere so I can be exposed like the disgusting little slut I am.

So anyway, I’m now terrified to leave my home. I’m afraid that the instant I walk out of my front door I’ll be swarmed by sweaty perverts grabbing me, spitting on me, and calling me a disgusting slut bitch. I’m even more afraid of how turned on I am by that image – I can’t seem to stop fucking myself whenever I think about it. I know I can’t hide out forever, though – I have school on Monday, and I’m not going to drop out over this.

Continue reading with parts four and five.

Chapter 0 for every story I've ever written

Author’s note: If you’ve stumbled upon this post organically, you can pretty much keep right on moving. There’s nothing erotic, interesting, or even really clever about it; it’s really just here so I can be a smartass to people. If I’ve referred you here, though, please read it carefully. This is the chapter 0 to whatever story you’re complaining about, and hopefully the events described here will cast the things you have a problem with in a different light.

The meeting room was crowded. Every single character in every single story that I had ever written was there, including the anonymous bystanders that I sometimes write in. Even characters who were from stories that were clearly set in alternate universes or different time periods were there, which didn’t seem like it should be possible but it was. Because one of them was actually a wizard. I forget which one, because it wasn’t really relevant to his story, but yeah – one of those dudes was totally a wizard.

So we’re all clear? announced the wizard. The safe word will be here’s a series of words that I’ll never write in a story ever no matter what because none of my characters will ever actually use the safe word - if you say it, all sexual things going on will immediately stop and will not continue until you indicate that you want them to. Also I’m casting a magical spell on all of you that will make it so you absolutely remember the safe word forever no matter what, cause I’m a wizard and I can do that shit.

So I can act like I’m being raped, a young girl asked, even if I’m really not?

Precisely, the wizard answered. You can even have an inner monologue in which you explicitly state that you’re being raped and overtly claim that you absolutely do not consent to what is going on, as long as you don’t say here’s a series of words that I’ll never write in a story ever no matter what because none of my characters will ever actually use the safe word. This will allow all of us to pretend that we’re raping and being raped when in actuality we’ve already thoroughly discussed the completely consensual role playing that we’re going to do.

But that doesn’t make any sense, the girl shot back. Why would we go to such trouble when we’re clearly fictional characters who can’t be harmed in any way? I mean, wouldn’t someone have to be kind of a raging idiot to start crying that we’re being abused?

Perhaps, my child, the wizard chuckled, stroking his clichéd long gray wizard beard that he probably cut off before his story unless you pictured one of the characters as having a bigass wizard beard in which case that was totally him. But some people are that stupid. Rather than volunteering their time to help actual victims of abuse, they spend their days whining on the Internet that someone is making up stories that are clearly tagged as fiction in which people who don’t exist are abused – even occasionally sending hilariously impotent death threats to the author. Not that they should stop with the threats, though, as my wizard powers tell me that they crack him the fuck up.

But we’re not being abused, the girl replied. We all totally consent to this, even though we’ll pretend that we don’t so as not to break the fantasy. And again – we don’t exist. Seriously, I’m just a series of words typed by some dude who is typing the same words that make up my rapist - only a tool would think that someone is actually being victimized.

Exactly, the wizard confirmed. Also, some of you are going to pretend to be related by blood. Obviously you aren’t related in any way, but just like you won’t ruin the fantasy by admitting that you’re just role-playing the rape, you won’t ruin the fantasy by admitting that you’re secretly complete strangers who absolutely aren’t blood relatives. So, you know, just be aware and shit.

Having come to an agreement, the room erupted into applause as the evil specter of fictional characters who seriously don’t even exist being abused was forever banished. After discussing the exact details of the rape fantasies that they planned to enact with each other and verifying that everything was inside each other’s comfort zones (it was), they went back to their own stories. Also, one guy dressed up like a dog, but like really convincingly so everyone totally thought he was a real dog for that one story I wrote. But he was actually a human, not a dog. On the off chance that I do write that fetish again, some other people probably joined him and dressed up as very convincing members of other species. Possibly more dogs, but also maybe a horse or a tiger or something. Either way, they all did a really good job and even though they were totally humans that consented, they looked like whatever animal they dressed up as in every way – even anatomically cause of the wizard and stuff.

And they all lived happily ever after because they weren’t really being raped, they were just pretending.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Bitch - Chapter One


Warning: The following story describes events that are possibly illegal, probably immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.


Quick note from the author:

This story contains content that is a bit extreme, even for my writing. If you're easily offended, you really might want to take a pass on this one. Don't say I didn't warn you.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the crash. I told myself that it could be anything – a downed telephone pole, a large appliance falling over, maybe even a firearm discharging – but I knew what it was. It sounded exactly like a car crashing, though I reminded myself that it wasn’t necessarily Kyra’s. There were countless other motorists on the road, and just because she was already late coming home didn’t mean that it was her. Still, I was terrified as I ran out of the house to investigate.

Upon exiting my home my worst fears were confirmed. The cause of the noise was immediately apparent – Kyra’s sky-blue coupe had crashed into our neighbor Tom’s garage. Fortunately, the accident didn’t appear too severe. I was comforted by the fact that my daughter would likely have minimal injuries at the very worst. Unfortunately, she couldn’t have possibly picked a worse garage to crash into.

I wouldn’t say that Tom Fleming is a bad neighbor, but we’ve never exactly gotten along. He’s always struck me as the territorial, anti-social type; and though we’ve never openly fought I’ve always assumed that was just because I’ve always avoided him. Frankly, the man makes me extremely uncomfortable – he’s a scary guy.

My fear of Tom wasn’t nearly enough to keep me from helping my daughter, though. As adrenaline coursed through my veins I sprinted across our yards to ensure that she was okay. Even though the accident didn’t look severe, I was painfully aware that she could still be seriously injured.

I was about halfway there when I saw the worst possible thing that I could see. Tom had heard the crash as well and was in the middle of pulling my daughter out of her car. I was comforted by the fact that while she appeared to be pretty woozy she didn’t look injured – there wasn’t any blood visible from where I was standing, and none of her limbs were bending in ways that the shouldn’t have been able to. Still, I knew that she wasn’t exactly safe. She tried to struggle her way to freedom as Tom dragged her into his home, but he was easily twice her size and she really didn’t have a chance.

Tom might terrify me, but my maternal instinct was far more powerful than my sense of self-preservation. Changing direction slightly, I bolted for his front door to free my daughter. I knew in the back of my head that I should be afraid, but all I could think about was getting his disgusting paws off of Kyra.

Let her the fuck go! I demanded after barging through his front door and into his living room.

I will, he assured me, his voice almost insultingly calm. As soon as the police get here, I mean. Until that happens, think of this as a citizen’s arrest.

Citizen’s arrest?! I demanded, barely able to contain my rage. She’s just been in an accident, you sadistic fuck! She needs an ambulance, not an arrest!

She’s fine, he shot back. Well, physically at least. From a legal perspective, though, she’s not fine at all. Underage driving is a crime, whether you accept it or not. But hey, I’m not a lawyer and I don’t believe you are either – let’s just let the cops decide if it’s okay for your fifteen year old daughter to operate a car.

I’m not fifteen! Kyra slurred. I’m eighteen years old, and I have a license!

Kyra was telling the truth – though she looked young, she had actually turned eighteen just a month ago. Still, her words weren’t helping. The way that she was drunkenly slurring her speech didn’t exactly paint her as innocent.

Well, that’s a good thing, Tom laughed. I guess you won’t be charged with operating a vehicle without a license after all. Now, underage drinking, driving under the influence, reckless endangerment, et cetera – those might still be charges that you have to worry about. Judging from that pot smell, I’m guess you might even have to answer for possession of a controlled substance. But hey, at least you weren’t driving underage – it would be a shame to have that one additional charge, especially seeing as you’ll be charged as an adult.

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell him that everything he had just said was bullshit, but I knew that it wasn’t. I would have loved to believe that my daughter was completely sober and had been operating her vehicle in a safe and responsible manner when a mechanical failure caused the accident, but the slurred manner of her speech, the redness in her eyes, and the fact that she smelled like a goddamned distillery made it difficult to believe.

I didn’t want to think about it, but a part of me was absolutely enraged at Kyra. My desire was still to keep her safe and protect her from Tom, but there was a voice in the back of my head that kept reminding me that she had brought it on herself. I had told her countless times that I don’t approve of her drinking or using drugs, especially not when she’s going to be driving. I wanted to save her, but I also wanted to beat the shit out of her for putting herself in such a dangerous situation in the first place.

Coming down from the adrenaline high, I was becoming more and more concerned. I knew that Kyra had fucked up, but I couldn’t let Tom involve the police. He was right – she would be charged as an adult, seeing as that’s what she was from a legal perspective. She was applying for college scholarships, and I didn’t think a handful of felony convictions would help her case.

Okay, I began, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to force Tom to let Kyra go. I’m not going to pretend that Kyra is completely blameless here. She fucked up big time, and I promise you that she’ll be punished for it. Please don’t involve the police, though. I’m not going to pretend that she doesn’t deserve to suffer, but please don’t saddle my daughter with a criminal record. Come on, Tom – I’m always saying that you’re a nice guy deep down, please be reasonable?

I’ve never heard you say that, Kyra chirped in. I mean, I’ve heard you talk about him, mom, but I’ve never heard you say that he’s a nice guy. I’ve heard you say that he’s a creepy loner that probably fucks his dog in the ass, but definitely nothing about him being nice.

I glared at Kyra angrily. Yes, she was technically telling the truth, but she was doing so in the worst possible way at the worst possible time. I was trying to help her, and she was undermining me completely. For a brief moment I wanted to tell Tom to just call the cops already and throw the book at her, but I repressed it. She was drunk and stupid, and while I knew she needed to be punished I didn’t want that punishment to follow her around for the rest of her life the way that a criminal record would.

You can slap the shit out of her for that if you like, Tom suggested. It looks like you want to, and frankly, she has it coming.

Thank you, but I don’t hit my daughter, I growled at him. He was right that I wanted to, but I wasn’t about to actually do it.

Which is precisely why I’m involving the police, he replied. I mean, you say that you’ll discipline her, but what’s that mean? You’re going to give her a timeout, maybe spend a few minutes lecturing her? My guess is that you’d do nothing that she can’t easily ignore, which is kind of how we got to this point in the first place. Maybe if she had been disciplined at home more strictly than the stupid bitch wouldn’t think it’s okay to drive into her neighbor’s garage.

Oh go fuck yourself, Kyra laughed drunkenly. It was an honest mistake; ain’t my fault you’re making a big deal out of it.

I don’t know if it was Kyra’s steadfast insistence on making things worse with everything she said or just my intense frustration and fear, but Tom’s words were making a lot of sense at that moment. I looked at my daughter, hoping to see some hint of remorse or signal that she understood the gravity of her situation. Sadly, all I saw was bored impatience – it almost seemed like she was irritated with me because I hadn’t cleaned up her mess yet. Tom shot me a smug grin, as if to point out that her behavior had only validated his claims. Stressed out and emotionally overwhelmed by everything that was happening, I decided to take his advice. Approaching my daughter, I reached forward and slapped her across the face as hard as I could while Tom restrained her.

I immediately felt guilty about what I had done, but that faded quickly when I noticed the shocked look on Kyra’s face. I suppose I can’t blame her for being surprised by my actions – I really had never hit her before – but there was something about her expression that just rubbed me the wrong way. It felt like she was amazed that she’d actually have to suffer any consequence for the shit that she had just caused. I again considered telling Tom to call the cops already, but I repressed it. I still wanted to punish her, but I didn’t want to actually ruin her life.

Okay, I hit her, I growled. Can you please release me daughter now? I promise you that she’ll be punished.

You can promise me whatever you want, he sighed. I’d be an idiot to take you at your word, though. I want to be sure that this little bitch is corrected in a way that will truly prevent her from fucking up like this again, and while I’m sure that the criminal justice system could accomplish that goal I just don’t think that you have it in you. I’m sorry, but unless you’re planning to punish her in front of me I just don’t think that I can trust you to do it right.

What the fuck do you want me to do?! I snapped. I already hit her – do you want me to hit her again? She’s just been in an accident, for Christ’s sake! Yeah, I know it was her fault, and I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve to suffer, but you’ll forgive me if I don’t feel like beating my own daughter at a time such as this!

I didn’t say you should beat her, he replied snidely. Honestly, I’m not a monster – even I wouldn’t advocate beating a disobedient little slut like your daughter here immediately after she’s been in a car accident. There are, however, other ways that she could be punished. For example, you could force her to suck my dick.

The tone of Tom’s voice made it extremely clear that he was dead serious, which was unfortunate. I was mad at Kyra and terrified of her picking up a criminal record, but I wasn’t about to force her to go down on some dirty old man who was twice her age. I knew the game that he was playing, and there was no way that I was going to cooperate.

Okay, pervert, I laughed. You can let my daughter go now before I call the cops and have you arrested for attempted rape. I’m real sorry about your garage and I promise we’ll find a way to make that right, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you molest my daughter.

Phone’s over there, he replied calmly, gesturing towards his phone while maintaining his grip on Kyra. Here’s what I propose: you call the cops, tell them I tried to rape your daughter. I’ll have no choice but to call them to tell them that your daughter got drunk and high, then drove her car into my garage door. They’ll come here, and they’ll take a look at the evidence. They’ll see a car registered to your daughter which most likely still contains illicit narcotics crashed into my garage door, as well as your far-from-sober daughter – pretty solid evidence for my side, I think. For your side, though, it’ll be a bit shakier. It’s really just your word against mine, you know. Sure, maybe I demanded to fuck your daughter’s face, or maybe you just made it up to slander me in an attempt to protect her from arrest. Which side do you think they’ll believe?

Shows what you know, Kyra taunted. I’ll tell them that you raped me and my mom, and then it’ll be two people against one!

I really wanted Kyra to just shut the hell up already. I’m aware that she was trying to help, but all she was accomplishing was digging a bigger hole. I had no doubt that she’d happily tell the police that and more, though doing so would only undermine my credibility. The unfortunate reality was that Tom was right – he had mountains of evidence, I had nothing more than my word.

I’m sure that’ll be most effective, Tom laughed. So anyway, it’s your call. You can call the police and accept that your daughter will have a criminal record following her around for the rest of her life, or you can lock that door behind you and help me show this little whore what her mouth is meant for.

I absolutely didn’t want to cooperate with him, but I didn’t really have a choice. A criminal record wouldn’t just mean that Kyra wouldn’t get a scholarship; it would most likely literally ruin her entire life. Obviously being orally raped by an older man would probably cause a handful of issues as well, but as disgusting as the prospect was it actually seemed like the lesser of the two evils. Disgusting with myself and hating Tom more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my entire life, I shut his front door and locked it as he had requested. I told myself that at least she was drunk – there was a slight chance she wouldn’t even remember what had happened the next morning.

What the fuck, mom?! Kyra gasped. You’re not actually going to let him get away with this, are you?

I’m sorry, baby, I replied as tears began to trail down my cheeks due to the horror I was about to participate in. Believe me; I don’t any part of this. It’s for the best, though – you may never forgive me, but at least you won’t have a criminal record.

I’m going to warn you about this once, Tom interrupted. Your little whore daughter is being punished, and every time that you comfort her it only detracts from the message. When you tell her you’re sorry for what she’s about to go through you’re letting her know that she did nothing wrong and defeating the entire point. From now on if you apologize to her, comfort her, or do anything to suggest that she’s not a worthless little cunt that brought this on herself and deserves every bit of suffering the deal is off and I’m calling the police. Now, I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear what you just said to your daughter and ask you to try again. I believe she asked you if you’re going to let me get away with it – go ahead and answer the little bitch.

I didn’t agree with what he was saying at all – I was pretty sure that the trauma he planned to inflict upon my daughter would be more than enough even with me comforting her. At the same time, though, I realized that I wasn’t exactly in an excellent position to negotiate. He wanted me to be rough with her, and though the very idea of participating in the abuse appalled me I knew that I didn’t have any choice but to comply. Though I didn’t want to think about it, a part of me was actually a little grateful for the excuse as well – I was still mad as hell at Kyra for getting herself into the situation and on some disturbing level I really did want to hurt her.

Yes I am, Kyra, I forced out. We’ve talked about drinking and driving before, but apparently you don’t think that the rules apply to you. It’s too bad that you couldn’t have listened to me and avoided this entire situation, but you have no one but yourself to blame for what’s about to happen to you.

But he’s going to rape me! she cried as the seriousness of her situation began to dawn on her. I know I fucked up but doesn’t that seem a little extreme?

It didn’t seem a little extreme at all – it seemed downright monstrous. At the same time, though, I didn’t want to agree with her and test Tom’s promise to involve the police. I hated myself for what I was about to say, but I knew that it was for the best.

There’s nothing extreme about it, I forced myself to reply. You want to act like a little whore, this is what happens. If anything you should be grateful – you’re only going to be raped by a single man, and only in your mouth. You got lucky, Kyra – you could be blacked out somewhere getting gang-raped instead, and you ought to be thrilled that you’re getting off so light. Now get down on your knees and get it over with – you’re not going to be able to talk your way out of this one.

Let’s not rush things, Tom interjected. I can appreciate that you want to get started, but she’s not quite dressed appropriately for sucking cock. I mean, she’s close – those tight pants and low cut shirt certainly scream whore, but I’d prefer not to half-ass anything here. Get the bitch naked and then we can begin.

I felt like I was going to vomit in disgust but I realized that I didn’t have a choice. Approaching Kyra, I prepared myself mentally to strip her naked. I hoped that she would at least make things a little easier and cooperate – it wasn’t like we were going to get out of there until it was done, anyway. Unfortunately, Kyra was hardly in a cooperative mood. I love my daughter dearly, but she has a bit of a rebellious streak and like many teenagers can be a bit short-sighted at times. She might have realized that we had no choice on some level, but she didn’t seem to be able to get over her desire to not be stripped naked in some psychopath’s house. I couldn’t blame her, but at the same time it wasn’t exactly helping.

I wish that I could say that I sided with her, or verbally convinced her that we really had no choice. I didn’t, though. I slapped her hard across the face for refusing to cooperate. I like to tell myself that I only did what I thought I needed to do in order to keep the cops out of it, but that’s not entirely true. I hate myself for it, but a part of me really just wanted to put Kyra in her place.

Kyra shot me another shocked, hurt look. A part of me wanted to hug her and tell her how sorry I was, another part of me wanted to hit her again. Repressing both urges, I focused instead on getting her out of her clothing. She still didn’t want to cooperate, but in her drunken stupor I was able to easily strip her down to her underwear. With her standing in her bra and panties and glaring at me incredulously, I looked to Tom to see if it would be enough.

I said naked, he growled. I didn’t say in her underwear, and I don’t think you want to test my patience any further.

She can suck your disgusting dick with her panties on, I argued. There’s no reason to strip her completely other than to humiliate her.

As the words escaped my mouth I wondered what the hell I was doing. I believed what I had said – there really wasn’t any reason to insist she be stripped at all, let alone completely naked – yet I also understood that it was a really bad idea to argue with Tom at that moment. I think a part of me hoped that I could draw some of Tom’s anger away from my daughter and towards me, thus absorbing some of his hate. Strangely, though, he didn’t look angry – he looked irritated, but still in full control of his emotions.

It’s a really bad idea to argue with me, he sighed. I can appreciate that you want to help your daughter, I really can – but I’d strongly suggest you find ways to help her that don’t involve disagreeing with me. I’m going to let you off with a warning this time, but the next time you’re disobedient I’ll be punishing her for it. As it stands I’m only planning to fuck her mouth, but push me and I promise you that I’ll fuck at least one other hole before I’m done – and I’m not telling you which just yet.

He didn’t have to tell me which hole he’d be using, as there really wasn’t a good one. Kyra isn’t on the pill, so vaginal sex would be out of the question. While anal sex might not carry with it the risks of pregnancy, I wasn’t about to just sit back and watch my daughter get sodomized by an older man. I wanted to tell him how tremendously wrong his threat was and how screwed up punishing my daughter for my mistakes was, but I was far too afraid to do so. Instead I quietly stripped Kyra out of her bra and panties. She struggled a bit, but she was a little more cooperative than she had been earlier – I think his threat had scared the hell out of her as well.

As my daughter folded her arms over her body to conceal her nakedness, Tom walked over towards a bookshelf against the wall. I considered running, but that didn’t seem like a great idea – the door was locked and I suspected by the time that I unlocked it he’d have tackled me. Grabbing an object off of the bookshelf, Tom tossed it to me. It looked like a large metal ring attached to two large buckles with an elastic strap completing the circle.

It’s a gag, he explained. The ring goes inside her mouth, the strap will hold it in place. This will prevent her from biting, which is probably a good thing – she’s in enough trouble as it is. Help her put it on.

I did as he instructed, hoping to just get it over with. Kyra didn’t exactly cooperate, but she didn’t fight me either. As I inserted the ring in her mouth I got a better understanding for how the gag worked. The buckles braced against her cheeks, holding the ring in place behind her teeth. It looked tremendously uncomfortable – the ring only barely fit in her mouth – but I could see how it would prevent her from biting down. With the gag in place I could see drool beginning to trickle out of her mouth. Taking my sleeve, I quickly wiped it away while Tom was busy binding her hands behind her back with rope.

I warned you about showing this bitch any kindness, he growled, slapping her ass hard. Are you trying to get me to punish her harder? If you are, you don’t need to resort to such roundabout methods – just ask me nicely and I’d be more than happy to torture the little whore.

What?! I replied. All I did was wipe some spit off her mouth!

You showed her mercy, he shot back. Which, in my opinion, is exactly why we’re in this situation in the first place. Your ignorant slut of a daughter fucks up and drools all over herself, and you go out of your way to fix it for her. She’s learned that her actions don’t have consequences because mommy will always be there to clean up her messes. As it stands, I’m going to give her an additional punishment for that drool wiping, though I won’t say what it is just yet. If you’d like to keep pushing, though, I can tack on even more – who knows, your daughter might even take my cock in all three holes before she leaves tonight if you’re feeling real argumentative. So, what’s it going to be, bitch – are you going to cooperate with me in punishing this little bitch, or do you want to see how sadistic I can really get?

I’ll cooperate, I growled. I hated the very idea of helping him, but I absolutely didn’t want to see how sadistic Tom Fleming could be if he put his mind to it.

So you claim, he growled, dropping his pants and taking a seat. Hopefully your actions will match your words. Here’s your first opportunity – I want your daughter sucking my dick. Encourage her to do so – force her if need be.

Suck his dick, Kyra, I choked out, terrified of what Tom might do if I refused his order.

Kyra couldn’t speak with the gag in her mouth, but she made her refusal as obvious as she could without words. Glaring at me, she absolutely refused to move. I was sympathetic, but I was also growing more and more irritated. Things were bad enough as it was, and I really didn’t need her refusing to cooperate and forcing me to force her. Her inability to vocalize only made things worse, as I had to guess what she would have said had she been able to talk. The look on her face said fuck you mom, I’m not doing anything like that.

I’m not proud of myself, but I snapped. I told myself that I was only doing what I needed to do in order to prevent my daughter from ruining her life, but the truth is that a part of me just wanted to see the bitch suffer. I love her dearly, and I absolutely didn’t think that being orally raped was a fitting punishment, but I secretly was happier than I would have liked to be to know that just once she would actually suffer instead of just expecting me to clean up her shit. Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her back over to where Tom was sitting and roughly shoved her to the ground.

I had hoped that once she saw that she wasn’t going to be able to be able to weasel out of her punishment that Kyra might actually cooperate and allow me to stop forcing her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. As soon as I was no longer gripping her hair she attempted to stand back up, though in her drunken state and with her arms bound behind her back she found the task to be impossible. That enraged me. I knew that I should have been angry at Tom instead of her, but at that moment it felt like she was forcing me to participate in her rape for no other reason than to spite me.

Not waiting for Tom to warn me about being too merciful with her, I knelt down beside her and grabbed her again by her hair. I was far more forceful than I had been the last time – I wasn’t just trying to take control of her head, I was trying to hurt her. Reaching back with my free hand, I swatted her ass hard to let her know that her behavior was only making things worse and needed to change. Tom shot me an approving look, and seemed to be encouraging me with his eyes to do it again. Still angry, afraid, and overwhelmed with conflicting emotions I was more than happy to comply. As Kyra struggled in vain, I spanked her ass repeatedly. Tears streamed down her face with each blow, but I didn’t care.

I’m deeply ashamed to admit it, but when I eventually stopped spanking her it wasn’t because I felt that she had had enough, it was because I was uncomfortable with the way that I was reacting. I’ve never molested my daughter in any way, but the fact is that she’s extremely attractive. I don’t fantasize about her when I masturbate or anything, but I will admit that I have had sexual thoughts about her from time to time. Spanking her naked ass was disturbing on so many levels, but the biggest problem was that it was turning me on.

Tom seemed to be feeling the same way. Leaning back in his chair, he brandished his cock menacingly. He was fully erect, which struck me as deeply offensive. I realize that this is tremendously hypocritical as I was probably just as turned on as he was by that point, but the idea that he’d point that thing at my daughter enraged me. Still, I knew there was nothing that I could do about it.

Hoping to take my mind off of the tingling between my legs and get our ordeal over with already, I thrust Kyra’s head towards Tom’s crotch. Fortunately, the spanking seemed to have convinced her to be a little more cooperative. I was a little worried that I’d actually have to guide her head onto his cock, but she managed to take care of that on her own.

Unfortunately, the gag seemed to make things a little difficult for Kyra. She’d insert the tip into her mouth, but unable to use her lips she didn’t seem to know what to do with it. She’d bring her head down slightly and then immediately pull back; drool trailing out of her mouth the entire time. It looked far too awkward to be at all pleasurable, and the look on Tom’s face implied that he wanted me to fix it.

What do you want me to do? I snapped, honestly unsure. I can take out the gag if you want, but with it in I think this is as good as you’re going to get it.

The gag stays in, he growled. I’m sorry, but it’s just a trust thing. You’re wrong, though – this is hardly the best that she can do with it in. She’s too shallow – she should be taking my dick into her throat, but she’s stopping before I get even close.

Tom, you can’t be serious, I replied. She’s eighteen years old – don’t you think deep throating might be a little much to expect of her?

She might be eighteen, he agreed, but she’s also clearly a slut. I’m your neighbor, you know – I see what’s going on over there. Christ, do you have even the slightest idea how often she has guys over while you’re out at work?

I didn’t know she had ever had a man over while I was at work, actually. She most certainly wasn’t allowed to, yet the guilty look on her face implied that Tom’s implication was accurate. Feeling my rage returning, I grabbed her by her hair. A part of me still knew what I was doing was wrong, but at that moment I felt justified. It felt like if she was going to be a slut while I was at work, the prospect of sucking dick shouldn’t have been a big deal to her.

Tightening my grip on Kyra’s hair, I slowly pushed her head down on Tom’s cock. She resisted as well as she could, but with her hands tied up and my superior angle she really didn’t have a chance. As Tom’s cock went deeper into her mouth and began to penetrate my daughter’s throat, she began making pathetic gagging noises. A part of me felt horrible about the suffering that I was inflicting on her, but another part of me wanted to inflict worse.

I had almost gotten her down all of the way when I heard the sound of a camera’s shutter. Turning my attention from Kyra to Tom, I immediately saw the source – Tom had his cell phone out and was snapping pictures of what was going on. Panicking, I tried to grab the cell phone from his hand. Unfortunately, he was too quick – he simply pulled his arm back and held it out of my reach.

You can’t take pictures! I insisted. I’m doing what you want, but I won’t have pictures of my daughter sucking your disgusting prick floating around. Delete them immediately!

Or else what? Tom challenged. You’ve got no leverage, bitch. If it makes you feel any better, the pictures aren’t exactly of your daughter sucking dick – they’re of you forcing her head down on my cock. You take a nice picture, by the way. I think it helps that you were smiling; really accentuates your cheekbones. Also makes it look like you’re willingly sexually abusing your daughter, but that’s another story.

To my horror and disgust, I realized that he was telling the truth. I had been smiling – I hated myself for it, but inflicting pain on Kyra after the way that she had acted had made me extremely happy. I was utterly repulsed with how I was behaving, but I had bigger problems. If I looked even half as cheerful as I suspected I did in the picture, I realized that it could be used against me extremely effectively.

I need you to delete that picture, Tom, I insisted, trying to sound firm but cooperative. I’m letting you rape my daughter’s face – hell, I’m actually helping you rape my daughter’s face. I’m doing everything that you’ve asked, but I can’t have that picture getting out. Please delete it?

No, he stated plainly. Though you’re right to worry – if a picture like this were to get out, well, you’d have some serious questions to answer. I do have some good news, though. Keep cooperating and I promise no one else will ever see it. Of course, if you try to get me back in some way after the fact, I promise you that I’ll make sure that everyone sees you forcing your poor, innocent daughter to suck a cock against her will.

I was absolutely terrified by his most recent threat. Even if I managed to somehow avoid arrest for my role in my daughter’s oral rape, I still didn’t want anyone seeing the pictures. We live in a relatively small town, and people talk. If rumors began to spread that I was abusing my own daughter it wouldn’t take long before absolutely everyone knew. I considered making another attempt to grab the phone out of Tom’s hand, but it didn’t seem like a great idea. He was a lot bigger than me, and all I’d likely accomplish would be to piss him off.

With no other options, I went back to work violating Kyra. I hated it, but I figured the sooner I finished the task the sooner we could leave and forget about the entire thing. _She clearly didn’t agree with that mentality and did everything in her power to resist me, but with her mouth forced open and her arms tied behind her back she didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter. Grabbing her hair, I forced her head back down on Tom’s cock.

It took a little while, but I eventually managed to get it in all the way. Kyra suffered for it, of course – her entire face was soaked in tears and saliva – but it didn’t seem like she was hurt in any way that would be medically concerning. As I let her back up for air I heard the phone’s shutter sound again, though I realized there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Hoping to at least make things a little more difficult for Tom, I turned away from his camera in the hopes of at least obscuring my face.

Careful there, bitch, he warned. You might not like being in these pictures, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to cooperate. I want to see your pretty little face, and you better be smiling. Set a good example for your whore daughter and show her how proud of yourself you are.

My instinct was to refuse, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Tom already had ways to hurt both Kyra and myself and I didn’t want to provoke him. Focusing my willpower, I turned my head towards the camera and forced myself to smile as wide as I could. I hoped that by smiling so widely it would appear fake and make the pictures look forced, but I realized that was probably just wishful thinking. Besides, Tom still had the first picture, and I knew that I had been smiling legitimately in that one.

Keeping that bullshit smile on my face I began to pump Kyra’s head up and down. Irritatingly, she forced me to do all of the work and continued to resist. If I slacked off in any way she would immediately try to pull her head off of Tom’s cock and glare at me angrily. Forced to micromanage her every move, I rapidly felt my sadistic desire to watch her suffer returning. I hate to admit it, but after a few minutes of her refusing to cooperate in any way whatsoever I was starting to really enjoy the pathetic gagging noises she made when I went deep. I was still smiling, but it was far more genuine than I would have liked. Tom took full advantage of the situation, snapping off countless pictures as I merrily assisted him in raping my own daughter’s throat.

I absolutely despised myself for it but I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t really enjoying what I was doing on some deep, repressed level. I wanted to deny it, of course. Unfortunately, the tingling between my legs had returned. I hated that I was actually being turned on by my own daughter and in such a disgusting way, but there wasn’t anything that I could do to stop it. Each pathetic, guttural gurgle that she produced drew me deeper and deeper into the perversion. I quietly prayed for something to come along and snap me out of it before I crossed any further lines.

My prayers were answered. While Tom continued to amuse himself by recording Kyra’s degradation on his cell phone his dog Duke wandered up to my daughter. I didn’t think anything of it at first – I’m not afraid of dogs and Duke had always seemed friendly enough. I assumed he was just wandering around the house and wanted to see what was going on. My acceptance quickly faded, though, when she shoved his snout between my daughter’s legs.

Releasing my grip on Kyra’s hair, I grabbed Duke’s collar and pulled him away from my daughter. Duke didn’t seem to appreciate it – he stared me in the eyes and let out a growl. I didn’t care, though. I might have been the absolute worst mother in the world for the things that I had already done, but I wasn’t about to let some a goddamned German Shepherd shove its nose in my daughter’s pussy.

Are you trying to piss me off? Tom growled. You were doing so well, too – I was mere minutes away from dumping a load in your whore daughter’s mouth and then we could have all put this behind us. You disappoint me, bitch, but maybe it’s my fault. I’ve let you off with too many goddamned warnings, and now you seem to think you can get away with being disobedient.

Tom, come on, I begged. Your dog was sniffing my daughter’s crotch. You can’t expect me to just ignore that, can you?

He’s just curious, Tom shot back. At least he was just curious until you pulled him away. Now he’s looking angry, which is probably not a good thing. I’d strongly suggest you keep your fucking hands off of my dog, unless you want to make this situation even worse. Besides, this is part of her punishment – well, part of your punishment. Remember when I told you that she’d suffer for your wiping the drool off of her mouth? Well, Duke’s here to inflict that suffering.

You can’t be serious, I replied, almost unable to believe that he could be so cruel. He’s a dog, Tom. You can’t do this – isn’t raping her mouth punishment enough?

It was, he shrugged. Of course, that changed when you decided to show her some mercy and wipe the drool from her face. Kind of like how I would have been content to cum in her mouth, but now that you’ve fucked up and disciplined my dog I don’t feel like it anymore – though I promise you I’ll still be cumming, just in a different hole. If you’d like to keep going, though, I won’t stop you – I promise you I can come up with all kinds of horrible things to do to your daughter. If, however, you feel that you’ve dug your hole deep enough already then I’d strongly suggest you get back to work. Your lazy cunt of a daughter doesn’t seem able to suck my dick on her own, and I’m already going limp.

I didn’t know what to do. There were so many things that I was worried about – Duke’s tongue, the implication that my daughter would be taking Tom’s load in a hole other than her mouth, even just the damage I had already inflicted on her by forcing her to suck his dick in the first place. I wasn’t happy about any of it, but I knew enough to not want to find out what other horrors Tom could imagine. Disgusted with myself for my role in everything, I again grabbed Kyra’s hair and forced her to continue the blowjob.

Without me keeping him away from my daughter Duke quickly returned to his earlier exploration. As I guided my daughter’s head up and down, Duke shoved his nose between her legs and began probing around. I wanted nothing more than to stop what I was doing and kick that stupid dog in the face as hard as I could, but I repressed it. Tom was already pissed off enough without me attacking his dog.

Kyra didn’t seem to mind Duke’s exploration. In fact, she seemed to part her thighs slightly to allow the dog greater access, and I could have sworn I heard a muffled moan escape from her gagged mouth. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that – on the one hand, I was glad that my daughter wasn’t as traumatized as I would have expected her to be in that situation. On the other, I was deeply humiliated that my daughter would actually react to having a dog sniffing around her crotch with anything other than disgust and revulsion. I told myself that it was probably just the alcohol; had she been sober she’d never tolerate such an indignity.

I hoped that once Duke had gotten her scent he’d lose interest and move on, but it didn’t seem like I was so lucky. With no one forcing him to stop he began to crudely lap away at my daughter’s sex. I was utterly horrified by what was going on – with Kyra completely naked, there was nothing to prevent his tongue from making full contact with her intimate flesh. I was even more horrified by Kyra’s reaction – though it was difficult to hear with the gag and Tom’s cock in her mouth, she was very clearly moaning in pleasure as Duke licked away.

To my horror, Tom continued to take pictures. He took a few of me continuing to force my daughter’s mouth down on his cock, and a few of Duke licking away between her legs. He even managed to get a few that contained everything. I stopped smiling, but he didn’t really care. I can’t blame him – to a casual observer looking at the pictures, they’d most likely see nothing more than a mother having her daughter’s mouth raped while the daughter gets tongue-fucked by a dog. Whether I was smiling or grimacing would make little difference, as I was clearly participating in Kyra’s violation.

Kyra’s positive reaction to what Duke was doing was disturbing, but my reaction was downright horrifying. I was still disgusted by what was going on and deeply embarrassed that my daughter could act in such a slutty way, but I was also far more turned on by it than I would have liked to acknowledge. There was something so primal and hot to me about seeing my innocent young daughter being violated by two beasts, one of whom wasn’t even human. I hated myself for it, but I could feel my panties growing damp.

I think that’s enough cock sucking, Tom announced, pulling his cock out of my daughter’s mouth. Time to pick a hole and finish this. Seeing as you eventually cooperated, I’m going to allow you the honor of picking which. Name a hole, and I’ll pump it full of sperm.

Please just finish in her mouth? I asked, knowing he’d be unlikely to agree.

Mouth is not an option, he growled as he removed Kyra’s gag. I’ve already sampled her mouth, and frankly it isn’t that great. I would think that a slut like her would have developed some skill there, but sadly it seems that she’s just a lazy, selfish bitch. You can pick cunt or asshole, but her mouth is off the table.

Please, Tom! I continued. She’s not on the pill, so you can’t use her vagina…

Her cunt, Tom interrupted. Clinical terms don’t really seem appropriate, given the situation. Anyway, that’s fine – I’m more than happy to fuck this little bitch up the asshole instead. Frankly, her cunt’s looking a bit on the disgusting side anyway. I mean, look at it – it’s absolutely drenched in doggy drool.

I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Tom was right – my daughter’s cunt really was absolutely soaked. It didn’t seem to be just doggy drool, though – the way that her lips were inflamed and her clit was protruding outwards led me to believe that more than a little of the fluid was her own. I was simultaneously disgusted and turned on by the fact that she really was getting off on being licked by a mangy fucking dog. Most troublingly, I was pretty sure that I probably looked exactly the same as her underneath my clothes.

Forcing myself to snap out of it, I thought about the situation at hand. I was glad that she wasn’t going to have to have unprotected vaginal sex with Tom and risk being impregnated by such a scumbag, but the prospect of anal sex wasn’t much better. The rough way that Tom had been using her so far led me to believe that he’d be anything but gentle, and as far as I knew my daughter was still a virgin back there. I knew that I couldn’t just let him do that, but I wasn’t sure how to stop him. Racking my brain, I could only think of one way that I might be able to talk him out of it.

What about me? I offered reluctantly. You’re punishing her for what I did, not what she did. I understand and accept that you won’t finish in her mouth, but finish in mine instead?

Kyra shot me a horrified look, as if she couldn’t believe that her own mother would offer to fellate her rapist. I wanted to slap the shit out of her and tell her that I was only doing it to keep her safe, but I knew that wasn’t the only reason. I hated myself for it, but I was insanely horny. While most of my motivation was to protect my daughter, I knew that a part of me wanted some action myself as well.

Interesting, Tom admitted. But I think I’m going to have to pass. If you suck cock like your daughter does than I’d most likely just get bored, anyway. I might be persuaded to use your cunt, though – I think it might be entertaining to rape you while forcing your daughter to watch. Might give her a sense of appreciation for how far you have to go to clean up her messes.

I had no idea what to say. I would have done anything to spare my daughter the fate of being anally raped by him, but the alternative was hardly desirable. Vaginal sex with Tom was terrifying – like my daughter I was not on the pill and the idea of carrying his baby was frankly nauseating. I considered asking him to fuck me in the ass instead, but that was a little horrifying as well – I suspected that he’d be so rough that it might be medically dangerous. Besides, begging him to fuck me in the ass while my daughter watched seemed extremely slutty, and though I might not have had much dignity left I didn’t want to part with it so easily.

I wasn’t happy about it, but asking Tom to fuck me vaginally seemed like the least disgusting option. It would spare my daughter an anal raping, and I knew that I could handle it regardless of how rough he was. I was still terrified that he might impregnate me, but I realized the odds of conceiving after just one attempt were relatively low. Though I didn’t want to think about it, a part of me was actually shamefully eager to get some satisfaction. Though I wasn’t at all okay with it, my clit was throbbing with desire after watching what Tom had done to my daughter.

Okay, I relented. I’ll let you fuck me instead. Let’s just get this over with.

When you phrase it like that, he shot back, it makes me think that you don’t even want it. I’d hate to inconvenience you, especially when your daughter so clearly wants it. Really, just look at the way the little slut moans with my dog’s tongue in her slimy little fuck hole; one can only imagine how she’ll react to a real man fucking her – even if it’s up the ass. I appreciate the offer, but if you want me to take you over her I’m afraid I’m going to need you to beg a little harder than that. Also, you might be a bit overdressed at the moment – you should probably fix that as well.

The fact that he apparently planned to actually make me beg to be raped by him bothered me, but I was already in too deep to back out. Kyra had been traumatized enough already and I didn’t want to add anal rape to the list of abuses that I had caused her. Though I hated Tom with every fiber of my being, I stripped out of my clothes and prepared to give him what he wanted.

Please fuck me, I choked out, utterly disgusted with myself but knowing that it was far too late to back out. My daughter is probably no more talented with her cunt than she is her mouth, but I’ve got experience. If you could find it in your heart to fuck me instead, I promise you that you won’t regret it.

Tom paused for a moment. In hindsight I realize that he was probably just screwing with me, but at the time I thought he was seriously thinking my offer over. I worried that I hadn’t been explicit enough and because of my desire to hold on to a little dignity my daughter was about to be raped anally by this monster. I also worried that I’d be left unsatisfied, but I don’t like to think about that.

I guess I can toss you a quick pity fuck, he sighed, doing his best to act as if he was somehow doing me a favor. Get on your hands and knees and show your daughter how a real bitch takes a cock. Think of it as setting a positive example for once.

I wasn’t crazy about fucking him while my daughter watched and I hated the idea of setting an example for her, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. As I dropped down to my hands and knees I hoped that Kyra would have the respect to look away. Unfortunately, she did nothing of the sort – she openly stared at me with obvious interest as I assumed the lewd pose. I wasn’t sure if it was just natural curiosity or a desire to see me victimized after I had helped Tom to rape her orally, but she seemed almost eager to watch.

Please look away, Kyra, I begged. I don’t want you to see this.

Tom didn’t seem to appreciate my request at all. Kneeling down behind me, he slapped me across the ass extremely hard. Yelping loudly in pain I tried to shrink away, but Tom wrapped quickly wrapped his hands around my hips and held me steady.

Don’t tell her to look away, he growled. You got to watch her while she was getting her face raped; it’s only fair that she should be able to watch you being degraded. Besides, it’ll be good for her – given how atrocious that blowjob was, I think she’d probably benefit from seeing how a more experienced slut fucks.

Ignoring my request, Kyra continued staring as Tom prepared to rape me. I couldn’t believe that she’d even want to see her own mother being raped, but the look on her face made it clear that she was deeply interested. I silently begged her with my eyes to look away, but she returned my pleading look with a look of callous obstinance. It almost felt as though she were mocking me and taking pleasure in the fact that I was about to be raped while she gleefully watched.

Realizing that Kyra wasn’t going to make things any easier on me, I looked away from her and tried my best to pretend that she wasn’t there as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my slit. The contact made me realize just how disgustingly wet I was – I could feel him slipping around and secretly yearned for him to shove it in me already. I worried that he would almost certainly notice as well, and silently prayed that he wouldn’t say anything about it.

Jesus fucking Christ, he exclaimed. There is no way that your twat is normally this slimy, you disgusting little whore. I have to ask, what was it that turned you on? Was it when you helped me to rape your daughter’s mouth, or did you just enjoy watching Duke tongue-fucking the little bitch?

Overwhelmed with shame, I buried my face in Tom’s carpet as I began to quietly cry. The disgusting truth was that it was both of those things, but I really didn’t want to think about it – much less discuss it with my daughter present. I reminded myself that she might be so drunk that she wouldn’t remember anything that was happening when she woke up the next day, but that seemed like little comfort.

Is she really that wet? Kyra slurred. I want to see!

Drinking in my humiliation, Tom encouraged my daughter to kneel down next to him to get a good look at my crotch. I tried to pull away from him and clamp my legs shut, but he again grabbed my hips and held me steady. Continuing her habit of ignoring what I wanted, Kyra eagerly gazed upon my shame and even made a couple of impressed noises. Maddeningly, none of what was going on was turning me off. If anything I was only getting more and more aroused by the humiliation and the taboo nature of what was happening.

Jesus, you weren’t kidding, Kyra laughed drunkenly. What the fuck, mom? You got turned on by watching a dog stick its tongue up my pussy? Are you some kind of pervert?

I thought about pointing out that she was clearly enjoying what Duke was doing as well so if I was a pervert than I wasn’t the only one in the family, but it didn’t seem wise. I was her mother, and I should have known better. Besides, I didn’t want to talk about it. Clenching my eyes shut tightly, I tried my hardest to pretend that I hadn’t heard what she had said.

Watch closely, little slut, Tom instructed as he continued to rub his cock against my dripping cunt. Pay attention to how your whore of a mother takes my cock – if you want to be a worthless little fuck toy like her, you’re going to have to learn how to do this as well.

I think I can figure that out, Kyra retorted sarcastically. I mean, all she’s doing is staying down on her hands and knees – not exactly brain surgery.

I’m sure that you think that you could do it, Tom laughed in response. Somehow, though, I don’t think that you could manage it – it might be harder than you think, after all. Prove me wrong, though – show me that you can get down on all fours like a good slut.

I wasn’t quite sure what Tom was up to. The truth was that I really wasn’t doing anything special, and I’m sure that Kyra could have easily emulated my pose. He was obviously trying to manipulate her into voluntarily getting on her hands and knees as well, but I wasn’t sure why. The only thing that I could think of was that he was planning to rape her instead of me, which bothered me deeply. I’d like to claim that it bothered me because I wanted to protect her honor, and I’m sure on some level that was what it was, but the truth was that the main reason it bothered me was simple jealousy. As much as I hated myself for it, I was hornier than I had ever been in my life and I didn’t want my own daughter stealing my satisfaction.

As Kyra dropped down to her hands and knees beside me I grew increasingly nervous. Tom had agreed to fuck me, but he wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy person that I knew. I considered saying something, but held myself back – it seemed unlikely that I’d be able to convince him to spare my daughter and rape me instead, and if he hadn’t thought of it yet I didn’t want to be the one to put the idea in his mind. Fortunately, Tom immediately dispelled my fears by thrusting his hips forward and impaling me on his cock.

Under different circumstances I’d probably cry out in pain and admonish him for going so quickly so soon. Despite how I was behaving at the moment I really wasn’t a slut, and I generally don’t respond well to being immediately jackhammered. In that situation, though, it was exactly what I wanted. I’m deeply ashamed to admit it, but I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. Though there was a tiny amount of pain present, the only thing that I noticed was massive pleasure and a sense of fulfillment. I was so distracted by how good it felt that I accidentally let out a quiet, lustful moan.

You hear that, don’t you? Tom laughed. Your mother’s moaning like a bitch in heat – she might throw the word rape around, but don’t let it fool you – she’s a filthy whore who loves getting fucked. That’s why she wanted me to fuck her instead of you, you know – it’s not that she’s trying to protect you, it’s that she just wanted my cock for herself.

God, mom, Kyra laughed. And you give me shit for dressing too trashy.

I wanted to tell Kyra that Tom was lying about everything but I just didn’t think that I could sound believable. The sad fact was that he was telling the truth, regardless of whether or not I liked it. I was could have pointed out that my suggestion that he fuck me instead was at least partially to spare her the horrors of being impregnated or sodomized by Tom, but I was pretty sure that the lust evident in my voice would betray the truth. Christ, I couldn’t even stop myself from moaning while he was making the accusations – I had no chance of convincing Kyra that she was mistaken in my current state.

Don’t judge her so harshly, Tom replied. She’s not the only slut here with a dripping cunt. People in glass houses, you know?

I made the mistake of looking over at my daughter. Just as I had expected, Tom had his right hand between her thighs. I couldn’t see exactly what his hand was doing, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out. Even if I couldn’t have guessed based on what I knew about Tom’s perversion, the wanton look on my daughter’s face made it very clear that he was taking advantage of her inebriated state.

That’s not me, Kyra moaned. Most of that is just your stupid dog’s drool.

Bullshit, Tom laughed. You might be able to blame Duke for the fact that you’re a little gooey on the outside, but I’m pretty sure my fingers are deeper in you than his tongue can reach. You’re not wrong in thinking that your mother is a whore – she just got turned on by watching her own daughter getting her face raped, after all – but the acorn clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Kyra looked a little embarrassed by Tom’s implication that she was every bit as much of a whore as I was but she seemed to get over it quickly. What little shame appeared on her face quickly faded into an expression of pure lust as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. As she began to moan openly I thought about screaming at her and reminding her that her reaction was absolutely inappropriate in that situation, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. Doing so would have been extremely hypocritical – I was unable to stop myself from moaning as Tom fucked me roughly from behind.

Watching the lust in my daughter’s face, I could feel my resolve melting away. I still knew that everything that was happening was wrong, disgusting, and should have been stopped; but as I felt my own orgasm building I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to care all too much. I figured that nothing I could do would take back what had already happened, so it didn’t make sense to dwell on it. Kyra seemed to be enjoying herself, and though I knew there would be hell to pay for it later I didn’t see why I shouldn’t enjoy myself as well. Though I felt tremendously guilty about it, I forcefully silenced the voice in my head that kept screaming at me that I shouldn’t be getting off in such a disgusting manner. Besides, getting fingered would be far less traumatizing to Kyra in the long run compared to the other things that had happened to her so far.

I had nearly succeeded in silencing the angry, judgmental voice in my head when Tom stopped fingering Kyra. It didn’t really bother me too much – though I was secretly enjoying watching her getting off, her denial wasn’t about to get in the way of my orgasm. In a way I actually liked it. It had been irritating me that while I was overcome with guilt and fear Kyra seemed to have been enjoying everything that had happened so far, and it was nice to see her suffer a little. What I didn’t like, though, was the fact that after removing his hand from my daughter’s crotch Tom called out to Duke.

I hated the idea of that animal licking my daughter again. While I couldn’t pretend that it hadn’t turned me on, I still knew how disgusting and wrong it was. I wanted to tell Tom to stop, but I knew it would be futile – he had already summoned Duke over, and I doubted that he would stop the dog just because I asked him to. Shamefully, I simply tried not to ignore it. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t that big of a deal – Duke had already licked her, and she hadn’t seemed to mind. I knew that I shouldn’t be okay with a dog performing oral sex on my own daughter, but somehow it just didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Tom had no interest in having Duke lick my daughter again. Patting Kyra on the shoulders, he encouraged Duke to climb up on her. I was absolutely horrified – I knew that Tom was a monster, but I couldn’t imagine that he would be so cruel as to actually encourage a dog to mount my daughter. I shot Kyra a desperate look in the hopes that she’d realize what was going on and get out of the vulnerable position that she was in, but she seemed too drunk to realize what was going on. I knew that Tom would be angry at me for arguing with him, but I just couldn’t hold my tongue and watch my daughter literally being raped by a dog.

Tom, you can’t, I pleaded. I know you’re angry, but you can’t seriously be doing what it looks like you’re doing. Please, Tom, have some humanity!

Sadly, it seemed that my begging made little difference. Regardless of whether or not I was convincing Tom, Duke didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned with my plea. Before I had even finished speaking he had jumped up on my daughter and was humping away with truly animalistic abandon. I prayed that he would be unable to actually find the hole, but the look on Kyra’s face told me that he had hit his target with little difficulty. Her eyes were wide – she knew that she was getting fucked, but didn’t seem to have realized what was fucking her just yet. I hoped that she would never find out, but that didn’t seem too likely.

You feel that, don’t you bitch? Tom taunted. See, your mother was lying every time that she claimed I fucked my dog, but I don’t really care. The next time she says it, though, you can tell her that she’s mistaken – you were the one who bent over like a little bitch in heat and took Duke’s cock up your slimy little fuck hole.

As Kyra realized what exactly was happening her facial expression changed slightly. She did look a little horrified, but that faded quickly. I saw pure, animal lust in her eyes; she looked far more satisfied than repulsed. I was humiliated by the fact that my own daughter could react in such a despicable way, but I was far more humiliated by the fact that I could empathize with her. I’d like to think that if I were in here position I’d have kicked the dog off of me, but the truth was that if it our roles were reversed I could actually see myself enjoying being raped by Duke as well. Hell, I was already getting off on being raped by Tom and that didn’t seem much better. Still, I couldn’t just remain silent while my daughter was being raped by a filthy animal.

Okay, you’ve made your point! I begged. Please, Tom, please pull the dog off of her before this goes any further! I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t let your dog violate my daughter any longer!

It’s just never enough for you, is it? he sighed. First you wanted me to fuck you instead of your daughter, now you want to fuck Duke as well. I can’t act surprised – it’s hardly shocking that a raging slut such as yourself would want all the dick – but I’m a bit disappointed that you’re so unwilling to share with your own daughter. Still, I’m not a monster, so I’ll tell you what I’m willing to do. Beg me to have Duke fuck your slutty little brains out, and I’ll pull him off of your bitch daughter and help him onto you. Of course, I’m still going to have to cum somewhere, and if Duke’s not using your daughter’s cunt then I don’t see why I shouldn’t.

I didn’t want Duke fucking my daughter, but I couldn’t allow Tom to cum inside of her. I realized that the chances of him knocking her up after just one attempt were slim, but I just couldn’t risk even that. While I’m sure that letting Duke continue to fuck her wasn’t exactly the best thing that I could have done for her, at least it wouldn’t be quite as bad as being impregnated by a scumbag like Tom. I figured that the dog had already been inside her, so it wasn’t like if he stopped right then that it would have made everything okay.

Okay, forget it, I sobbed, hating myself for giving up but hoping to spare my daughter a worse fate. Pretend I didn’t say anything at all.

But you did say something, Tom reminded me. And like I said, I’m not a monster – you want to get fucked by Duke, and I’m okay with it. Hell, you’re a guest in my house; I’m obliged to be generous. I’ll tell you what – if you’d prefer, I’ll finish in your cunt and Duke will finish in your daughter. Once we’re done, we’ll try it the other way around – after a brief recovery period, of course. That way your daughter can decide for herself if she prefers human cock or doggy cock – though judging by how she’s acting at the moment, it’s looking like Duke might actually win out.

Glancing over at Kyra, I saw that he was telling the truth. I was utterly disgusted by it, but Kyra truly did seem to be enjoying the act of being raped by a dog. I had bigger problems at the moment than my daughter’s shameful reaction, though – I needed to keep Tom’s sperm out of her. I may have already failed her as a mother on so many levels, but I wasn’t about to let her get knocked up as well.

Please don’t, I begged. I’m sorry that I ever brought it up; please forgive me? I promise I won’t complain any more, just please don’t fuck my daughter!

Don’t try to hide behind your daughter, Tom warned. I think you and I both know that this has nothing to do with her – you just want to sample my dog’s cock as well as mine. Still, I’ll play along. It does seem like your bitch daughter really does love Duke’s cock; in fact it looks like she might be in love with him. I’m not normally insecure when it comes to competition, but I wouldn’t want to break up her relationship. I’ll tell you what – if you beg me to let Duke continue raping your bitch of a daughter until he cums inside her little slut pussy, I might just be willing to leave it at that.

I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to join in on the abuse; he wanted Kyra to remember how I had willingly pleaded with him to have his dog rape her. My understanding changed nothing, though – I would have done anything in order to spare Kyra the hell of being knocked up by such a piece of shit as Tom. Sure, I might have also been secretly getting off on watching what was happening to Kyra, but I didn’t see the need to think about such things.

Please don’t stop your dog, I choked out. Please let him finish in my daughter.

Not good enough, Tom growled, slapping my ass hard. Call her a bitch – it’s what she is, after all. Tell me how you want her pumped full of doggy cum so that tomorrow when it’s still slowly seeping out of her disgusting bitch twat she remembers what a worthless little slut she is.

I wish that I could say that I complied with Tom’s orders reluctantly, but that wasn’t the case. I told myself at the time that I was only saying what I needed to say in order to spare her a worse fate, but that isn’t exactly the truth. The truth is that I enjoyed repeating Tom’s filthy, dehumanizing words – I even added a few of my own. I made it clear that my daughter really was a worthless dog slut, and that I had absolutely no objections whatsoever to Duke using her as a cum dumpster. I specified that what Tom and Duke were doing wasn’t rape, as Kyra obviously loved what was happening. I spared my daughter absolutely no dignity whatsoever, pretending the entire time that I wasn’t getting off on her shame.

Completing my verbal assault, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about the things that I had said. Looking at Kyra, I checked for signs that I had actually hurt her; worried that I had taken things too far. To my surprise, I saw no pain or humiliation in her face, but simply lust – it almost seemed as if she hadn’t heard a word that I had said. That angered me – I was sick and tired of Kyra constantly ignoring me and I had no intention of letting it stand. Reaching over, I slapped her hard across her face. Having gotten her attention with my physical assault, I proceeded to spit directly in her face in order to drive the point home that she ought to have been ashamed.

Unfortunately, my attack on Kyra did nothing to drive home the point that she should have been ashamed of how she was reacting. If anything she seemed to enjoy the abuse. As my spit trickled down her face, she broke into a very visible orgasm. I would like to say that I looked away out of a sense of decency, but that was not the case. I was too far gone by that point and though I knew that I shouldn’t have enjoyed watching my daughter cum while being raped by a dog, I couldn’t seem to help myself. I soaked in her pleasure, getting off on the idea that my daughter really was the disgusting bitch that Tom claimed that she was.

I enjoyed watching her cum so much, in fact, that I involuntarily joined her. I didn’t want to orgasm – ignoring the pride and decency issues, it seemed like a terrible idea to give Tom even the slightest positive feedback. Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to stop myself – frankly, I don’t think there’s anything that exists on this planet that could have held me back. Ignoring the voice in my head that told me what I was doing was unforgivable; I came harder than I had ever cum before in my life.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tom thrust into me as deep as he could manage and began to cum himself. I could feel his semen exploding inside of me, soaking into my potentially fertile womb. I knew that I should have resisted, but in the throes of my own orgasm I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do so. God help me, I actually thrust my hips back and impaled myself on him in order to make sure that every single drop of his cum wound up inside of me.

I don’t know if Duke was following his master’s lead or if it was just a random coincidence, but it seemed like Duke was cumming as well. Hugging tightly to my daughter, his body twitched erratically as he pumped his dog sperm into her. I wish that I could say that I was disgusted by the entire thing, but the truth is that watching his cumming in my innocent little girl only intensified my orgasm.

As I came down from the high of my orgasm the shame of what had just happened began to sink in. No longer distracted by my own carnal desires, I was utterly disgusted with everything that had just happened. I couldn’t believe that I had done the things that I had done, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to pick up the pieces. As Tom pulled out of me I glanced over to Kyra to see how she had handled things.

She looked as out of it as she had been the entire time. I wasn’t sure if she was just drunk out of her skull or lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, but she didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by the fact that she had just been raped by our neighbor’s dog. I might have wondered how I should have handled things, but there was a more pressing issue. Duke was still on top of her, and from the looks of things he was still inside of my daughter.

I did everything you asked, I began. I took your cock, I begged you to let your dog fuck my daughter. Please, Tom, show a little humanity and pull your dog off of her now? He’s already finished with her anyway.

It’s not that simple, Tom explained. See, male dogs aren’t exactly the same as humans anatomically. They have something called a knot – it’s a part of their cock that swells up extremely large when they’re mating with a bitch like your daughter. The knot keeps all of the sperm inside of her so that it can do its job, but there’s a side effect: for the next ten minutes or so, they’re stuck together like that. If Duke were to pull out, he’d probably end up ripping your daughter’s cunt out with him. I normally wouldn’t care, but seeing as Duke seems to like this bitch I think it would be a shame to damage the only part of her that’s really worth a damn so early in the relationship.

I didn’t know how to react. I obviously didn’t want to hurt my daughter by tearing out her genitals, but seeing her with that fucking dog on top of her was tearing my heart out. Tom didn’t seem nearly as conflicted, though. Picking up his camera, he began snapping off pictures. He was extremely thorough, getting both closes-ups of the unnatural penetration as well as more inclusive shots of the entire act.

That’s a good boy, he praised his dog. You too, bitch – Duke seems to like you. Smile for the camera, now – you’ll want to look pretty for these pictures.

I wanted to tell Kyra to refuse his request but it was too late. She was already smiling widely as Tom continued to take pictures of her face with Duke still mounted on top of her. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Kyra has always been a bit of an attention whore, and she could never seem to help herself from posing when she knew a camera was around. I would have hoped that she’d be able to break that habit under such unnatural circumstances, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Still, it bothered me deeply how proud she looked. I wanted to scream at her about how getting fucked by a dog is nothing to be proud of and she should have been weeping in shame, but I just didn’t see the point. The look on her face suggested that she was happy, and while it disgusted me I figured that it was better than the alternative.

Just as Tom had predicted, Kyra remained coupled to Duke for another ten minutes. Tom got plenty of juicy pictures during that time, which made me tremendously nervous. There were so many things wrong with what I was seeing, and yet I couldn’t seem to bring myself to look away. Even though I had just cum, seeing my daughter posing with a dog’s cock still inside of her was turning me on.

Eventually Duke’s knot deflated to the point that he was able to pull out of my daughter. Duke seemed remarkably unimpressed – he simply laid down on his side and began licking himself. Kyra, on the other hand, looked almost heartbroken. I like to think that it was just the alcohol in her, but it seemed like she genuinely missed having Duke inside of her. I secretly hoped that she would retain that attitude when she sobered up – both to spare her from being traumatized and out of a sense of selfish, perverse lust.

Having suffered all the abuse that Tom felt like throwing at us, we got dressed and headed home. After his orgasm Tom seemed disinterested in us, and though a part of me secretly wanted to hang around until he changed his mind I realized that probably wasn’t the best idea. Besides, I didn’t think that would be the last that we would see of Tom, whether I liked it or not.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the crash. I told myself that it could be anything – a downed telephone pole, a large appliance falling over, maybe even a firearm discharging – but I knew what it was. It sounded exactly like a car crashing, though I reminded myself that it wasn’t necessarily Kyra’s. There were countless other motorists on the road, and just because she was already late coming home didn’t mean that it was her. Still, I was terrified as I ran out of the house to investigate.

Upon exiting my home my worst fears were confirmed. The cause of the noise was immediately apparent – Kyra’s sky-blue coupe had crashed into our neighbor Tom’s garage. Fortunately, the accident didn’t appear too severe. I was comforted by the fact that my daughter would likely have minimal injuries at the very worst. Unfortunately, she couldn’t have possibly picked a worse garage to crash into.

I wouldn’t say that Tom Fleming is a bad neighbor, but we’ve never exactly gotten along. He’s always struck me as the territorial, anti-social type; and though we’ve never openly fought I’ve always assumed that was just because I’ve always avoided him. Frankly, the man makes me extremely uncomfortable – he’s a scary guy.

My fear of Tom wasn’t nearly enough to keep me from helping my daughter, though. As adrenaline coursed through my veins I sprinted across our yards to ensure that she was okay. Even though the accident didn’t look severe, I was painfully aware that she could still be seriously injured.

I was about halfway there when I saw the worst possible thing that I could see. Tom had heard the crash as well and was in the middle of pulling my daughter out of her car. I was comforted by the fact that while she appeared to be pretty woozy she didn’t look injured – there wasn’t any blood visible from where I was standing, and none of her limbs were bending in ways that the shouldn’t have been able to. Still, I knew that she wasn’t exactly safe. She tried to struggle her way to freedom as Tom dragged her into his home, but he was easily twice her size and she really didn’t have a chance.

Tom might terrify me, but my maternal instinct was far more powerful than my sense of self-preservation. Changing direction slightly, I bolted for his front door to free my daughter. I knew in the back of my head that I should be afraid, but all I could think about was getting his disgusting paws off of Kyra.

Let her the fuck go! I demanded after barging through his front door and into his living room.

I will, he assured me, his voice almost insultingly calm. As soon as the police get here, I mean. Until that happens, think of this as a citizen’s arrest.

Citizen’s arrest?! I demanded, barely able to contain my rage. She’s just been in an accident, you sadistic fuck! She needs an ambulance, not an arrest!

She’s fine, he shot back. Well, physically at least. From a legal perspective, though, she’s not fine at all. Underage driving is a crime, whether you accept it or not. But hey, I’m not a lawyer and I don’t believe you are either – let’s just let the cops decide if it’s okay for your fifteen year old daughter to operate a car.

I’m not fifteen! Kyra slurred. I’m eighteen years old, and I have a license!

Kyra was telling the truth – though she looked young, she had actually turned eighteen just a month ago. Still, her words weren’t helping. The way that she was drunkenly slurring her speech didn’t exactly paint her as innocent.

Well, that’s a good thing, Tom laughed. I guess you won’t be charged with operating a vehicle without a license after all. Now, underage drinking, driving under the influence, reckless endangerment, et cetera – those might still be charges that you have to worry about. Judging from that pot smell, I’m guess you might even have to answer for possession of a controlled substance. But hey, at least you weren’t driving underage – it would be a shame to have that one additional charge, especially seeing as you’ll be charged as an adult.

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell him that everything he had just said was bullshit, but I knew that it wasn’t. I would have loved to believe that my daughter was completely sober and had been operating her vehicle in a safe and responsible manner when a mechanical failure caused the accident, but the slurred manner of her speech, the redness in her eyes, and the fact that she smelled like a goddamned distillery made it difficult to believe.

I didn’t want to think about it, but a part of me was absolutely enraged at Kyra. My desire was still to keep her safe and protect her from Tom, but there was a voice in the back of my head that kept reminding me that she had brought it on herself. I had told her countless times that I don’t approve of her drinking or using drugs, especially not when she’s going to be driving. I wanted to save her, but I also wanted to beat the shit out of her for putting herself in such a dangerous situation in the first place.

Coming down from the adrenaline high, I was becoming more and more concerned. I knew that Kyra had fucked up, but I couldn’t let Tom involve the police. He was right – she would be charged as an adult, seeing as that’s what she was from a legal perspective. She was applying for college scholarships, and I didn’t think a handful of felony convictions would help her case.

Okay, I began, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to force Tom to let Kyra go. I’m not going to pretend that Kyra is completely blameless here. She fucked up big time, and I promise you that she’ll be punished for it. Please don’t involve the police, though. I’m not going to pretend that she doesn’t deserve to suffer, but please don’t saddle my daughter with a criminal record. Come on, Tom – I’m always saying that you’re a nice guy deep down, please be reasonable?

I’ve never heard you say that, Kyra chirped in. I mean, I’ve heard you talk about him, mom, but I’ve never heard you say that he’s a nice guy. I’ve heard you say that he’s a creepy loner that probably fucks his dog in the ass, but definitely nothing about him being nice.

I glared at Kyra angrily. Yes, she was technically telling the truth, but she was doing so in the worst possible way at the worst possible time. I was trying to help her, and she was undermining me completely. For a brief moment I wanted to tell Tom to just call the cops already and throw the book at her, but I repressed it. She was drunk and stupid, and while I knew she needed to be punished I didn’t want that punishment to follow her around for the rest of her life the way that a criminal record would.

You can slap the shit out of her for that if you like, Tom suggested. It looks like you want to, and frankly, she has it coming.

Thank you, but I don’t hit my daughter, I growled at him. He was right that I wanted to, but I wasn’t about to actually do it.

Which is precisely why I’m involving the police, he replied. I mean, you say that you’ll discipline her, but what’s that mean? You’re going to give her a timeout, maybe spend a few minutes lecturing her? My guess is that you’d do nothing that she can’t easily ignore, which is kind of how we got to this point in the first place. Maybe if she had been disciplined at home more strictly than the stupid bitch wouldn’t think it’s okay to drive into her neighbor’s garage.

Oh go fuck yourself, Kyra laughed drunkenly. It was an honest mistake; ain’t my fault you’re making a big deal out of it.

I don’t know if it was Kyra’s steadfast insistence on making things worse with everything she said or just my intense frustration and fear, but Tom’s words were making a lot of sense at that moment. I looked at my daughter, hoping to see some hint of remorse or signal that she understood the gravity of her situation. Sadly, all I saw was bored impatience – it almost seemed like she was irritated with me because I hadn’t cleaned up her mess yet. Tom shot me a smug grin, as if to point out that her behavior had only validated his claims. Stressed out and emotionally overwhelmed by everything that was happening, I decided to take his advice. Approaching my daughter, I reached forward and slapped her across the face as hard as I could while Tom restrained her.

I immediately felt guilty about what I had done, but that faded quickly when I noticed the shocked look on Kyra’s face. I suppose I can’t blame her for being surprised by my actions – I really had never hit her before – but there was something about her expression that just rubbed me the wrong way. It felt like she was amazed that she’d actually have to suffer any consequence for the shit that she had just caused. I again considered telling Tom to call the cops already, but I repressed it. I still wanted to punish her, but I didn’t want to actually ruin her life.

Okay, I hit her, I growled. Can you please release me daughter now? I promise you that she’ll be punished.

You can promise me whatever you want, he sighed. I’d be an idiot to take you at your word, though. I want to be sure that this little bitch is corrected in a way that will truly prevent her from fucking up like this again, and while I’m sure that the criminal justice system could accomplish that goal I just don’t think that you have it in you. I’m sorry, but unless you’re planning to punish her in front of me I just don’t think that I can trust you to do it right.

What the fuck do you want me to do?! I snapped. I already hit her – do you want me to hit her again? She’s just been in an accident, for Christ’s sake! Yeah, I know it was her fault, and I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve to suffer, but you’ll forgive me if I don’t feel like beating my own daughter at a time such as this!

I didn’t say you should beat her, he replied snidely. Honestly, I’m not a monster – even I wouldn’t advocate beating a disobedient little slut like your daughter here immediately after she’s been in a car accident. There are, however, other ways that she could be punished. For example, you could force her to suck my dick.

The tone of Tom’s voice made it extremely clear that he was dead serious, which was unfortunate. I was mad at Kyra and terrified of her picking up a criminal record, but I wasn’t about to force her to go down on some dirty old man who was twice her age. I knew the game that he was playing, and there was no way that I was going to cooperate.

Okay, pervert, I laughed. You can let my daughter go now before I call the cops and have you arrested for attempted rape. I’m real sorry about your garage and I promise we’ll find a way to make that right, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you molest my daughter.

Phone’s over there, he replied calmly, gesturing towards his phone while maintaining his grip on Kyra. Here’s what I propose: you call the cops, tell them I tried to rape your daughter. I’ll have no choice but to call them to tell them that your daughter got drunk and high, then drove her car into my garage door. They’ll come here, and they’ll take a look at the evidence. They’ll see a car registered to your daughter which most likely still contains illicit narcotics crashed into my garage door, as well as your far-from-sober daughter – pretty solid evidence for my side, I think. For your side, though, it’ll be a bit shakier. It’s really just your word against mine, you know. Sure, maybe I demanded to fuck your daughter’s face, or maybe you just made it up to slander me in an attempt to protect her from arrest. Which side do you think they’ll believe?

Shows what you know, Kyra taunted. I’ll tell them that you raped me and my mom, and then it’ll be two people against one!

I really wanted Kyra to just shut the hell up already. I’m aware that she was trying to help, but all she was accomplishing was digging a bigger hole. I had no doubt that she’d happily tell the police that and more, though doing so would only undermine my credibility. The unfortunate reality was that Tom was right – he had mountains of evidence, I had nothing more than my word.

I’m sure that’ll be most effective, Tom laughed. So anyway, it’s your call. You can call the police and accept that your daughter will have a criminal record following her around for the rest of her life, or you can lock that door behind you and help me show this little whore what her mouth is meant for.

I absolutely didn’t want to cooperate with him, but I didn’t really have a choice. A criminal record wouldn’t just mean that Kyra wouldn’t get a scholarship; it would most likely literally ruin her entire life. Obviously being orally raped by an older man would probably cause a handful of issues as well, but as disgusting as the prospect was it actually seemed like the lesser of the two evils. Disgusting with myself and hating Tom more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my entire life, I shut his front door and locked it as he had requested. I told myself that at least she was drunk – there was a slight chance she wouldn’t even remember what had happened the next morning.

What the fuck, mom?! Kyra gasped. You’re not actually going to let him get away with this, are you?

I’m sorry, baby, I replied as tears began to trail down my cheeks due to the horror I was about to participate in. Believe me; I don’t any part of this. It’s for the best, though – you may never forgive me, but at least you won’t have a criminal record.

I’m going to warn you about this once, Tom interrupted. Your little whore daughter is being punished, and every time that you comfort her it only detracts from the message. When you tell her you’re sorry for what she’s about to go through you’re letting her know that she did nothing wrong and defeating the entire point. From now on if you apologize to her, comfort her, or do anything to suggest that she’s not a worthless little cunt that brought this on herself and deserves every bit of suffering the deal is off and I’m calling the police. Now, I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear what you just said to your daughter and ask you to try again. I believe she asked you if you’re going to let me get away with it – go ahead and answer the little bitch.

I didn’t agree with what he was saying at all – I was pretty sure that the trauma he planned to inflict upon my daughter would be more than enough even with me comforting her. At the same time, though, I realized that I wasn’t exactly in an excellent position to negotiate. He wanted me to be rough with her, and though the very idea of participating in the abuse appalled me I knew that I didn’t have any choice but to comply. Though I didn’t want to think about it, a part of me was actually a little grateful for the excuse as well – I was still mad as hell at Kyra for getting herself into the situation and on some disturbing level I really did want to hurt her.

Yes I am, Kyra, I forced out. We’ve talked about drinking and driving before, but apparently you don’t think that the rules apply to you. It’s too bad that you couldn’t have listened to me and avoided this entire situation, but you have no one but yourself to blame for what’s about to happen to you.

But he’s going to rape me! she cried as the seriousness of her situation began to dawn on her. I know I fucked up but doesn’t that seem a little extreme?

It didn’t seem a little extreme at all – it seemed downright monstrous. At the same time, though, I didn’t want to agree with her and test Tom’s promise to involve the police. I hated myself for what I was about to say, but I knew that it was for the best.

There’s nothing extreme about it, I forced myself to reply. You want to act like a little whore, this is what happens. If anything you should be grateful – you’re only going to be raped by a single man, and only in your mouth. You got lucky, Kyra – you could be blacked out somewhere getting gang-raped instead, and you ought to be thrilled that you’re getting off so light. Now get down on your knees and get it over with – you’re not going to be able to talk your way out of this one.

Let’s not rush things, Tom interjected. I can appreciate that you want to get started, but she’s not quite dressed appropriately for sucking cock. I mean, she’s close – those tight pants and low cut shirt certainly scream whore, but I’d prefer not to half-ass anything here. Get the bitch naked and then we can begin.

I felt like I was going to vomit in disgust but I realized that I didn’t have a choice. Approaching Kyra, I prepared myself mentally to strip her naked. I hoped that she would at least make things a little easier and cooperate – it wasn’t like we were going to get out of there until it was done, anyway. Unfortunately, Kyra was hardly in a cooperative mood. I love my daughter dearly, but she has a bit of a rebellious streak and like many teenagers can be a bit short-sighted at times. She might have realized that we had no choice on some level, but she didn’t seem to be able to get over her desire to not be stripped naked in some psychopath’s house. I couldn’t blame her, but at the same time it wasn’t exactly helping.

I wish that I could say that I sided with her, or verbally convinced her that we really had no choice. I didn’t, though. I slapped her hard across the face for refusing to cooperate. I like to tell myself that I only did what I thought I needed to do in order to keep the cops out of it, but that’s not entirely true. I hate myself for it, but a part of me really just wanted to put Kyra in her place.

Kyra shot me another shocked, hurt look. A part of me wanted to hug her and tell her how sorry I was, another part of me wanted to hit her again. Repressing both urges, I focused instead on getting her out of her clothing. She still didn’t want to cooperate, but in her drunken stupor I was able to easily strip her down to her underwear. With her standing in her bra and panties and glaring at me incredulously, I looked to Tom to see if it would be enough.

I said naked, he growled. I didn’t say in her underwear, and I don’t think you want to test my patience any further.

She can suck your disgusting dick with her panties on, I argued. There’s no reason to strip her completely other than to humiliate her.

As the words escaped my mouth I wondered what the hell I was doing. I believed what I had said – there really wasn’t any reason to insist she be stripped at all, let alone completely naked – yet I also understood that it was a really bad idea to argue with Tom at that moment. I think a part of me hoped that I could draw some of Tom’s anger away from my daughter and towards me, thus absorbing some of his hate. Strangely, though, he didn’t look angry – he looked irritated, but still in full control of his emotions.

It’s a really bad idea to argue with me, he sighed. I can appreciate that you want to help your daughter, I really can – but I’d strongly suggest you find ways to help her that don’t involve disagreeing with me. I’m going to let you off with a warning this time, but the next time you’re disobedient I’ll be punishing her for it. As it stands I’m only planning to fuck her mouth, but push me and I promise you that I’ll fuck at least one other hole before I’m done – and I’m not telling you which just yet.

He didn’t have to tell me which hole he’d be using, as there really wasn’t a good one. Kyra isn’t on the pill, so vaginal sex would be out of the question. While anal sex might not carry with it the risks of pregnancy, I wasn’t about to just sit back and watch my daughter get sodomized by an older man. I wanted to tell him how tremendously wrong his threat was and how screwed up punishing my daughter for my mistakes was, but I was far too afraid to do so. Instead I quietly stripped Kyra out of her bra and panties. She struggled a bit, but she was a little more cooperative than she had been earlier – I think his threat had scared the hell out of her as well.

As my daughter folded her arms over her body to conceal her nakedness, Tom walked over towards a bookshelf against the wall. I considered running, but that didn’t seem like a great idea – the door was locked and I suspected by the time that I unlocked it he’d have tackled me. Grabbing an object off of the bookshelf, Tom tossed it to me. It looked like a large metal ring attached to two large buckles with an elastic strap completing the circle.

It’s a gag, he explained. The ring goes inside her mouth, the strap will hold it in place. This will prevent her from biting, which is probably a good thing – she’s in enough trouble as it is. Help her put it on.

I did as he instructed, hoping to just get it over with. Kyra didn’t exactly cooperate, but she didn’t fight me either. As I inserted the ring in her mouth I got a better understanding for how the gag worked. The buckles braced against her cheeks, holding the ring in place behind her teeth. It looked tremendously uncomfortable – the ring only barely fit in her mouth – but I could see how it would prevent her from biting down. With the gag in place I could see drool beginning to trickle out of her mouth. Taking my sleeve, I quickly wiped it away while Tom was busy binding her hands behind her back with rope.

I warned you about showing this bitch any kindness, he growled, slapping her ass hard. Are you trying to get me to punish her harder? If you are, you don’t need to resort to such roundabout methods – just ask me nicely and I’d be more than happy to torture the little whore.

What?! I replied. All I did was wipe some spit off her mouth!

You showed her mercy, he shot back. Which, in my opinion, is exactly why we’re in this situation in the first place. Your ignorant slut of a daughter fucks up and drools all over herself, and you go out of your way to fix it for her. She’s learned that her actions don’t have consequences because mommy will always be there to clean up her messes. As it stands, I’m going to give her an additional punishment for that drool wiping, though I won’t say what it is just yet. If you’d like to keep pushing, though, I can tack on even more – who knows, your daughter might even take my cock in all three holes before she leaves tonight if you’re feeling real argumentative. So, what’s it going to be, bitch – are you going to cooperate with me in punishing this little bitch, or do you want to see how sadistic I can really get?

I’ll cooperate, I growled. I hated the very idea of helping him, but I absolutely didn’t want to see how sadistic Tom Fleming could be if he put his mind to it.

So you claim, he growled, dropping his pants and taking a seat. Hopefully your actions will match your words. Here’s your first opportunity – I want your daughter sucking my dick. Encourage her to do so – force her if need be.

Suck his dick, Kyra, I choked out, terrified of what Tom might do if I refused his order.

Kyra couldn’t speak with the gag in her mouth, but she made her refusal as obvious as she could without words. Glaring at me, she absolutely refused to move. I was sympathetic, but I was also growing more and more irritated. Things were bad enough as it was, and I really didn’t need her refusing to cooperate and forcing me to force her. Her inability to vocalize only made things worse, as I had to guess what she would have said had she been able to talk. The look on her face said fuck you mom, I’m not doing anything like that.

I’m not proud of myself, but I snapped. I told myself that I was only doing what I needed to do in order to prevent my daughter from ruining her life, but the truth is that a part of me just wanted to see the bitch suffer. I love her dearly, and I absolutely didn’t think that being orally raped was a fitting punishment, but I secretly was happier than I would have liked to be to know that just once she would actually suffer instead of just expecting me to clean up her shit. Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her back over to where Tom was sitting and roughly shoved her to the ground.

I had hoped that once she saw that she wasn’t going to be able to be able to weasel out of her punishment that Kyra might actually cooperate and allow me to stop forcing her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. As soon as I was no longer gripping her hair she attempted to stand back up, though in her drunken state and with her arms bound behind her back she found the task to be impossible. That enraged me. I knew that I should have been angry at Tom instead of her, but at that moment it felt like she was forcing me to participate in her rape for no other reason than to spite me.

Not waiting for Tom to warn me about being too merciful with her, I knelt down beside her and grabbed her again by her hair. I was far more forceful than I had been the last time – I wasn’t just trying to take control of her head, I was trying to hurt her. Reaching back with my free hand, I swatted her ass hard to let her know that her behavior was only making things worse and needed to change. Tom shot me an approving look, and seemed to be encouraging me with his eyes to do it again. Still angry, afraid, and overwhelmed with conflicting emotions I was more than happy to comply. As Kyra struggled in vain, I spanked her ass repeatedly. Tears streamed down her face with each blow, but I didn’t care.

I’m deeply ashamed to admit it, but when I eventually stopped spanking her it wasn’t because I felt that she had had enough, it was because I was uncomfortable with the way that I was reacting. I’ve never molested my daughter in any way, but the fact is that she’s extremely attractive. I don’t fantasize about her when I masturbate or anything, but I will admit that I have had sexual thoughts about her from time to time. Spanking her naked ass was disturbing on so many levels, but the biggest problem was that it was turning me on.

Tom seemed to be feeling the same way. Leaning back in his chair, he brandished his cock menacingly. He was fully erect, which struck me as deeply offensive. I realize that this is tremendously hypocritical as I was probably just as turned on as he was by that point, but the idea that he’d point that thing at my daughter enraged me. Still, I knew there was nothing that I could do about it.

Hoping to take my mind off of the tingling between my legs and get our ordeal over with already, I thrust Kyra’s head towards Tom’s crotch. Fortunately, the spanking seemed to have convinced her to be a little more cooperative. I was a little worried that I’d actually have to guide her head onto his cock, but she managed to take care of that on her own.

Unfortunately, the gag seemed to make things a little difficult for Kyra. She’d insert the tip into her mouth, but unable to use her lips she didn’t seem to know what to do with it. She’d bring her head down slightly and then immediately pull back; drool trailing out of her mouth the entire time. It looked far too awkward to be at all pleasurable, and the look on Tom’s face implied that he wanted me to fix it.

What do you want me to do? I snapped, honestly unsure. I can take out the gag if you want, but with it in I think this is as good as you’re going to get it.

The gag stays in, he growled. I’m sorry, but it’s just a trust thing. You’re wrong, though – this is hardly the best that she can do with it in. She’s too shallow – she should be taking my dick into her throat, but she’s stopping before I get even close.

Tom, you can’t be serious, I replied. She’s eighteen years old – don’t you think deep throating might be a little much to expect of her?

She might be eighteen, he agreed, but she’s also clearly a slut. I’m your neighbor, you know – I see what’s going on over there. Christ, do you have even the slightest idea how often she has guys over while you’re out at work?

I didn’t know she had ever had a man over while I was at work, actually. She most certainly wasn’t allowed to, yet the guilty look on her face implied that Tom’s implication was accurate. Feeling my rage returning, I grabbed her by her hair. A part of me still knew what I was doing was wrong, but at that moment I felt justified. It felt like if she was going to be a slut while I was at work, the prospect of sucking dick shouldn’t have been a big deal to her.

Tightening my grip on Kyra’s hair, I slowly pushed her head down on Tom’s cock. She resisted as well as she could, but with her hands tied up and my superior angle she really didn’t have a chance. As Tom’s cock went deeper into her mouth and began to penetrate my daughter’s throat, she began making pathetic gagging noises. A part of me felt horrible about the suffering that I was inflicting on her, but another part of me wanted to inflict worse.

I had almost gotten her down all of the way when I heard the sound of a camera’s shutter. Turning my attention from Kyra to Tom, I immediately saw the source – Tom had his cell phone out and was snapping pictures of what was going on. Panicking, I tried to grab the cell phone from his hand. Unfortunately, he was too quick – he simply pulled his arm back and held it out of my reach.

You can’t take pictures! I insisted. I’m doing what you want, but I won’t have pictures of my daughter sucking your disgusting prick floating around. Delete them immediately!

Or else what? Tom challenged. You’ve got no leverage, bitch. If it makes you feel any better, the pictures aren’t exactly of your daughter sucking dick – they’re of you forcing her head down on my cock. You take a nice picture, by the way. I think it helps that you were smiling; really accentuates your cheekbones. Also makes it look like you’re willingly sexually abusing your daughter, but that’s another story.

To my horror and disgust, I realized that he was telling the truth. I had been smiling – I hated myself for it, but inflicting pain on Kyra after the way that she had acted had made me extremely happy. I was utterly repulsed with how I was behaving, but I had bigger problems. If I looked even half as cheerful as I suspected I did in the picture, I realized that it could be used against me extremely effectively.

I need you to delete that picture, Tom, I insisted, trying to sound firm but cooperative. I’m letting you rape my daughter’s face – hell, I’m actually helping you rape my daughter’s face. I’m doing everything that you’ve asked, but I can’t have that picture getting out. Please delete it?

No, he stated plainly. Though you’re right to worry – if a picture like this were to get out, well, you’d have some serious questions to answer. I do have some good news, though. Keep cooperating and I promise no one else will ever see it. Of course, if you try to get me back in some way after the fact, I promise you that I’ll make sure that everyone sees you forcing your poor, innocent daughter to suck a cock against her will.

I was absolutely terrified by his most recent threat. Even if I managed to somehow avoid arrest for my role in my daughter’s oral rape, I still didn’t want anyone seeing the pictures. We live in a relatively small town, and people talk. If rumors began to spread that I was abusing my own daughter it wouldn’t take long before absolutely everyone knew. I considered making another attempt to grab the phone out of Tom’s hand, but it didn’t seem like a great idea. He was a lot bigger than me, and all I’d likely accomplish would be to piss him off.

With no other options, I went back to work violating Kyra. I hated it, but I figured the sooner I finished the task the sooner we could leave and forget about the entire thing. _She clearly didn’t agree with that mentality and did everything in her power to resist me, but with her mouth forced open and her arms tied behind her back she didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter. Grabbing her hair, I forced her head back down on Tom’s cock.

It took a little while, but I eventually managed to get it in all the way. Kyra suffered for it, of course – her entire face was soaked in tears and saliva – but it didn’t seem like she was hurt in any way that would be medically concerning. As I let her back up for air I heard the phone’s shutter sound again, though I realized there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Hoping to at least make things a little more difficult for Tom, I turned away from his camera in the hopes of at least obscuring my face.

Careful there, bitch, he warned. You might not like being in these pictures, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to cooperate. I want to see your pretty little face, and you better be smiling. Set a good example for your whore daughter and show her how proud of yourself you are.

My instinct was to refuse, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Tom already had ways to hurt both Kyra and myself and I didn’t want to provoke him. Focusing my willpower, I turned my head towards the camera and forced myself to smile as wide as I could. I hoped that by smiling so widely it would appear fake and make the pictures look forced, but I realized that was probably just wishful thinking. Besides, Tom still had the first picture, and I knew that I had been smiling legitimately in that one.

Keeping that bullshit smile on my face I began to pump Kyra’s head up and down. Irritatingly, she forced me to do all of the work and continued to resist. If I slacked off in any way she would immediately try to pull her head off of Tom’s cock and glare at me angrily. Forced to micromanage her every move, I rapidly felt my sadistic desire to watch her suffer returning. I hate to admit it, but after a few minutes of her refusing to cooperate in any way whatsoever I was starting to really enjoy the pathetic gagging noises she made when I went deep. I was still smiling, but it was far more genuine than I would have liked. Tom took full advantage of the situation, snapping off countless pictures as I merrily assisted him in raping my own daughter’s throat.

I absolutely despised myself for it but I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t really enjoying what I was doing on some deep, repressed level. I wanted to deny it, of course. Unfortunately, the tingling between my legs had returned. I hated that I was actually being turned on by my own daughter and in such a disgusting way, but there wasn’t anything that I could do to stop it. Each pathetic, guttural gurgle that she produced drew me deeper and deeper into the perversion. I quietly prayed for something to come along and snap me out of it before I crossed any further lines.

My prayers were answered. While Tom continued to amuse himself by recording Kyra’s degradation on his cell phone his dog Duke wandered up to my daughter. I didn’t think anything of it at first – I’m not afraid of dogs and Duke had always seemed friendly enough. I assumed he was just wandering around the house and wanted to see what was going on. My acceptance quickly faded, though, when she shoved his snout between my daughter’s legs.

Releasing my grip on Kyra’s hair, I grabbed Duke’s collar and pulled him away from my daughter. Duke didn’t seem to appreciate it – he stared me in the eyes and let out a growl. I didn’t care, though. I might have been the absolute worst mother in the world for the things that I had already done, but I wasn’t about to let some a goddamned German Shepherd shove its nose in my daughter’s pussy.

Are you trying to piss me off? Tom growled. You were doing so well, too – I was mere minutes away from dumping a load in your whore daughter’s mouth and then we could have all put this behind us. You disappoint me, bitch, but maybe it’s my fault. I’ve let you off with too many goddamned warnings, and now you seem to think you can get away with being disobedient.

Tom, come on, I begged. Your dog was sniffing my daughter’s crotch. You can’t expect me to just ignore that, can you?

He’s just curious, Tom shot back. At least he was just curious until you pulled him away. Now he’s looking angry, which is probably not a good thing. I’d strongly suggest you keep your fucking hands off of my dog, unless you want to make this situation even worse. Besides, this is part of her punishment – well, part of your punishment. Remember when I told you that she’d suffer for your wiping the drool off of her mouth? Well, Duke’s here to inflict that suffering.

You can’t be serious, I replied, almost unable to believe that he could be so cruel. He’s a dog, Tom. You can’t do this – isn’t raping her mouth punishment enough?

It was, he shrugged. Of course, that changed when you decided to show her some mercy and wipe the drool from her face. Kind of like how I would have been content to cum in her mouth, but now that you’ve fucked up and disciplined my dog I don’t feel like it anymore – though I promise you I’ll still be cumming, just in a different hole. If you’d like to keep going, though, I won’t stop you – I promise you I can come up with all kinds of horrible things to do to your daughter. If, however, you feel that you’ve dug your hole deep enough already then I’d strongly suggest you get back to work. Your lazy cunt of a daughter doesn’t seem able to suck my dick on her own, and I’m already going limp.

I didn’t know what to do. There were so many things that I was worried about – Duke’s tongue, the implication that my daughter would be taking Tom’s load in a hole other than her mouth, even just the damage I had already inflicted on her by forcing her to suck his dick in the first place. I wasn’t happy about any of it, but I knew enough to not want to find out what other horrors Tom could imagine. Disgusted with myself for my role in everything, I again grabbed Kyra’s hair and forced her to continue the blowjob.

Without me keeping him away from my daughter Duke quickly returned to his earlier exploration. As I guided my daughter’s head up and down, Duke shoved his nose between her legs and began probing around. I wanted nothing more than to stop what I was doing and kick that stupid dog in the face as hard as I could, but I repressed it. Tom was already pissed off enough without me attacking his dog.

Kyra didn’t seem to mind Duke’s exploration. In fact, she seemed to part her thighs slightly to allow the dog greater access, and I could have sworn I heard a muffled moan escape from her gagged mouth. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that – on the one hand, I was glad that my daughter wasn’t as traumatized as I would have expected her to be in that situation. On the other, I was deeply humiliated that my daughter would actually react to having a dog sniffing around her crotch with anything other than disgust and revulsion. I told myself that it was probably just the alcohol; had she been sober she’d never tolerate such an indignity.

I hoped that once Duke had gotten her scent he’d lose interest and move on, but it didn’t seem like I was so lucky. With no one forcing him to stop he began to crudely lap away at my daughter’s sex. I was utterly horrified by what was going on – with Kyra completely naked, there was nothing to prevent his tongue from making full contact with her intimate flesh. I was even more horrified by Kyra’s reaction – though it was difficult to hear with the gag and Tom’s cock in her mouth, she was very clearly moaning in pleasure as Duke licked away.

To my horror, Tom continued to take pictures. He took a few of me continuing to force my daughter’s mouth down on his cock, and a few of Duke licking away between her legs. He even managed to get a few that contained everything. I stopped smiling, but he didn’t really care. I can’t blame him – to a casual observer looking at the pictures, they’d most likely see nothing more than a mother having her daughter’s mouth raped while the daughter gets tongue-fucked by a dog. Whether I was smiling or grimacing would make little difference, as I was clearly participating in Kyra’s violation.

Kyra’s positive reaction to what Duke was doing was disturbing, but my reaction was downright horrifying. I was still disgusted by what was going on and deeply embarrassed that my daughter could act in such a slutty way, but I was also far more turned on by it than I would have liked to acknowledge. There was something so primal and hot to me about seeing my innocent young daughter being violated by two beasts, one of whom wasn’t even human. I hated myself for it, but I could feel my panties growing damp.

I think that’s enough cock sucking, Tom announced, pulling his cock out of my daughter’s mouth. Time to pick a hole and finish this. Seeing as you eventually cooperated, I’m going to allow you the honor of picking which. Name a hole, and I’ll pump it full of sperm.

Please just finish in her mouth? I asked, knowing he’d be unlikely to agree.

Mouth is not an option, he growled as he removed Kyra’s gag. I’ve already sampled her mouth, and frankly it isn’t that great. I would think that a slut like her would have developed some skill there, but sadly it seems that she’s just a lazy, selfish bitch. You can pick cunt or asshole, but her mouth is off the table.

Please, Tom! I continued. She’s not on the pill, so you can’t use her vagina…

Her cunt, Tom interrupted. Clinical terms don’t really seem appropriate, given the situation. Anyway, that’s fine – I’m more than happy to fuck this little bitch up the asshole instead. Frankly, her cunt’s looking a bit on the disgusting side anyway. I mean, look at it – it’s absolutely drenched in doggy drool.

I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Tom was right – my daughter’s cunt really was absolutely soaked. It didn’t seem to be just doggy drool, though – the way that her lips were inflamed and her clit was protruding outwards led me to believe that more than a little of the fluid was her own. I was simultaneously disgusted and turned on by the fact that she really was getting off on being licked by a mangy fucking dog. Most troublingly, I was pretty sure that I probably looked exactly the same as her underneath my clothes.

Forcing myself to snap out of it, I thought about the situation at hand. I was glad that she wasn’t going to have to have unprotected vaginal sex with Tom and risk being impregnated by such a scumbag, but the prospect of anal sex wasn’t much better. The rough way that Tom had been using her so far led me to believe that he’d be anything but gentle, and as far as I knew my daughter was still a virgin back there. I knew that I couldn’t just let him do that, but I wasn’t sure how to stop him. Racking my brain, I could only think of one way that I might be able to talk him out of it.

What about me? I offered reluctantly. You’re punishing her for what I did, not what she did. I understand and accept that you won’t finish in her mouth, but finish in mine instead?

Kyra shot me a horrified look, as if she couldn’t believe that her own mother would offer to fellate her rapist. I wanted to slap the shit out of her and tell her that I was only doing it to keep her safe, but I knew that wasn’t the only reason. I hated myself for it, but I was insanely horny. While most of my motivation was to protect my daughter, I knew that a part of me wanted some action myself as well.

Interesting, Tom admitted. But I think I’m going to have to pass. If you suck cock like your daughter does than I’d most likely just get bored, anyway. I might be persuaded to use your cunt, though – I think it might be entertaining to rape you while forcing your daughter to watch. Might give her a sense of appreciation for how far you have to go to clean up her messes.

I had no idea what to say. I would have done anything to spare my daughter the fate of being anally raped by him, but the alternative was hardly desirable. Vaginal sex with Tom was terrifying – like my daughter I was not on the pill and the idea of carrying his baby was frankly nauseating. I considered asking him to fuck me in the ass instead, but that was a little horrifying as well – I suspected that he’d be so rough that it might be medically dangerous. Besides, begging him to fuck me in the ass while my daughter watched seemed extremely slutty, and though I might not have had much dignity left I didn’t want to part with it so easily.

I wasn’t happy about it, but asking Tom to fuck me vaginally seemed like the least disgusting option. It would spare my daughter an anal raping, and I knew that I could handle it regardless of how rough he was. I was still terrified that he might impregnate me, but I realized the odds of conceiving after just one attempt were relatively low. Though I didn’t want to think about it, a part of me was actually shamefully eager to get some satisfaction. Though I wasn’t at all okay with it, my clit was throbbing with desire after watching what Tom had done to my daughter.

Okay, I relented. I’ll let you fuck me instead. Let’s just get this over with.

When you phrase it like that, he shot back, it makes me think that you don’t even want it. I’d hate to inconvenience you, especially when your daughter so clearly wants it. Really, just look at the way the little slut moans with my dog’s tongue in her slimy little fuck hole; one can only imagine how she’ll react to a real man fucking her – even if it’s up the ass. I appreciate the offer, but if you want me to take you over her I’m afraid I’m going to need you to beg a little harder than that. Also, you might be a bit overdressed at the moment – you should probably fix that as well.

The fact that he apparently planned to actually make me beg to be raped by him bothered me, but I was already in too deep to back out. Kyra had been traumatized enough already and I didn’t want to add anal rape to the list of abuses that I had caused her. Though I hated Tom with every fiber of my being, I stripped out of my clothes and prepared to give him what he wanted.

Please fuck me, I choked out, utterly disgusted with myself but knowing that it was far too late to back out. My daughter is probably no more talented with her cunt than she is her mouth, but I’ve got experience. If you could find it in your heart to fuck me instead, I promise you that you won’t regret it.

Tom paused for a moment. In hindsight I realize that he was probably just screwing with me, but at the time I thought he was seriously thinking my offer over. I worried that I hadn’t been explicit enough and because of my desire to hold on to a little dignity my daughter was about to be raped anally by this monster. I also worried that I’d be left unsatisfied, but I don’t like to think about that.

I guess I can toss you a quick pity fuck, he sighed, doing his best to act as if he was somehow doing me a favor. Get on your hands and knees and show your daughter how a real bitch takes a cock. Think of it as setting a positive example for once.

I wasn’t crazy about fucking him while my daughter watched and I hated the idea of setting an example for her, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. As I dropped down to my hands and knees I hoped that Kyra would have the respect to look away. Unfortunately, she did nothing of the sort – she openly stared at me with obvious interest as I assumed the lewd pose. I wasn’t sure if it was just natural curiosity or a desire to see me victimized after I had helped Tom to rape her orally, but she seemed almost eager to watch.

Please look away, Kyra, I begged. I don’t want you to see this.

Tom didn’t seem to appreciate my request at all. Kneeling down behind me, he slapped me across the ass extremely hard. Yelping loudly in pain I tried to shrink away, but Tom wrapped quickly wrapped his hands around my hips and held me steady.

Don’t tell her to look away, he growled. You got to watch her while she was getting her face raped; it’s only fair that she should be able to watch you being degraded. Besides, it’ll be good for her – given how atrocious that blowjob was, I think she’d probably benefit from seeing how a more experienced slut fucks.

Ignoring my request, Kyra continued staring as Tom prepared to rape me. I couldn’t believe that she’d even want to see her own mother being raped, but the look on her face made it clear that she was deeply interested. I silently begged her with my eyes to look away, but she returned my pleading look with a look of callous obstinance. It almost felt as though she were mocking me and taking pleasure in the fact that I was about to be raped while she gleefully watched.

Realizing that Kyra wasn’t going to make things any easier on me, I looked away from her and tried my best to pretend that she wasn’t there as he rubbed the tip of my cock against my slit. The contact made me realize just how disgustingly wet I was – I could feel him slipping around and secretly yearned for him to shove it in me already. I worried that he would almost certainly notice as well, and silently prayed that he wouldn’t say anything about it.

Jesus fucking Christ, he exclaimed. There is no way that your twat is normally this slimy, you disgusting little whore. I have to ask, what was it that turned you on? Was it when you helped me to rape your daughter’s mouth, or did you just enjoy watching Duke tongue-fucking the little bitch?

Overwhelmed with shame, I buried my face in Tom’s carpet as I began to quietly cry. The disgusting truth was that it was both of those things, but I really didn’t want to think about it – much less discuss it with my daughter present. I reminded myself that she might be so drunk that she wouldn’t remember anything that was happening when she woke up the next day, but that seemed like little comfort.

Is she really that wet? Kyra slurred. I want to see!

Drinking in my humiliation, Tom encouraged my daughter to kneel down next to him to get a good look at my crotch. I tried to pull away from him and clamp my legs shut, but he again grabbed my hips and held me steady. Continuing her habit of ignoring what I wanted, Kyra eagerly gazed upon my shame and even made a couple of impressed noises. Maddeningly, none of what was going on was turning me off. If anything I was only getting more and more aroused by the humiliation and the taboo nature of what was happening.

Jesus, you weren’t kidding, Kyra laughed drunkenly. What the fuck, mom? You got turned on by watching a dog stick its tongue up my pussy? Are you some kind of pervert?

I thought about pointing out that she was clearly enjoying what Duke was doing as well so if I was a pervert than I wasn’t the only one in the family, but it didn’t seem wise. I was her mother, and I should have known better. Besides, I didn’t want to talk about it. Clenching my eyes shut tightly, I tried my hardest to pretend that I hadn’t heard what she had said.

Watch closely, little slut, Tom instructed as he continued to rub his cock against my dripping cunt. Pay attention to how your whore of a mother takes my cock – if you want to be a worthless little fuck toy like her, you’re going to have to learn how to do this as well.

I think I can figure that out, Kyra retorted sarcastically. I mean, all she’s doing is staying down on her hands and knees – not exactly brain surgery.

I’m sure that you think that you could do it, Tom laughed in response. Somehow, though, I don’t think that you could manage it – it might be harder than you think, after all. Prove me wrong, though – show me that you can get down on all fours like a good slut.

I wasn’t quite sure what Tom was up to. The truth was that I really wasn’t doing anything special, and I’m sure that Kyra could have easily emulated my pose. He was obviously trying to manipulate her into voluntarily getting on her hands and knees as well, but I wasn’t sure why. The only thing that I could think of was that he was planning to rape her instead of me, which bothered me deeply. I’d like to claim that it bothered me because I wanted to protect her honor, and I’m sure on some level that was what it was, but the truth was that the main reason it bothered me was simple jealousy. As much as I hated myself for it, I was hornier than I had ever been in my life and I didn’t want my own daughter stealing my satisfaction.

As Kyra dropped down to her hands and knees beside me I grew increasingly nervous. Tom had agreed to fuck me, but he wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy person that I knew. I considered saying something, but held myself back – it seemed unlikely that I’d be able to convince him to spare my daughter and rape me instead, and if he hadn’t thought of it yet I didn’t want to be the one to put the idea in his mind. Fortunately, Tom immediately dispelled my fears by thrusting his hips forward and impaling me on my cock.

Under different circumstances I’d probably cry out in pain and admonish him for going so quickly so soon. Despite how I was behaving at the moment I really wasn’t a slut, and I generally don’t respond well to being immediately jackhammered. In that situation, though, it was exactly what I wanted. I’m deeply ashamed to admit it, but I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. Though there was a tiny amount of pain present, the only thing that I noticed was massive pleasure and a sense of fulfillment. I was so distracted by how good it felt that I accidentally let out a quiet, lustful moan.

You hear that, don’t you? Tom laughed. Your mother’s moaning like a bitch in heat – she might throw the word rape around, but don’t let it fool you – she’s a filthy whore who loves getting fucked. That’s why she wanted me to fuck her instead of you, you know – it’s not that she’s trying to protect you, it’s that she just wanted my cock for herself.

God, mom, Kyra laughed. And you give me shit for dressing too trashy.

I wanted to tell Kyra that Tom was lying about everything but I just didn’t think that I could sound believable. The sad fact was that he was telling the truth, regardless of whether or not I liked it. I was could have pointed out that my suggestion that he fuck me instead was at least partially to spare her the horrors of being impregnated or sodomized by Tom, but I was pretty sure that the lust evident in my voice would betray the truth. Christ, I couldn’t even stop myself from moaning while he was making the accusations – I had no chance of convincing Kyra that she was mistaken in my current state.

Don’t judge her so harshly, Tom replied. She’s not the only slut here with a dripping cunt. People in glass houses, you know?

I made the mistake of looking over at my daughter. Just as I had expected, Tom had his right hand between her thighs. I couldn’t see exactly what his hand was doing, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out. Even if I couldn’t have guessed based on what I knew about Tom’s perversion, the wanton look on my daughter’s face made it very clear that he was taking advantage of her inebriated state.

That’s not me, Kyra moaned. Most of that is just your stupid dog’s drool.

Bullshit, Tom laughed. You might be able to blame Duke for the fact that you’re a little gooey on the outside, but I’m pretty sure my fingers are deeper in you than his tongue can reach. You’re not wrong in thinking that your mother is a whore – she just got turned on by watching her own daughter getting her face raped, after all – but the acorn clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Kyra looked a little embarrassed by Tom’s implication that she was every bit as much of a whore as I was but she seemed to get over it quickly. What little shame appeared on her face quickly faded into an expression of pure lust as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. As she began to moan openly I thought about screaming at her and reminding her that her reaction was absolutely inappropriate in that situation, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. Doing so would have been extremely hypocritical – I was unable to stop myself from moaning as Tom fucked me roughly from behind.

Watching the lust in my daughter’s face, I could feel my resolve melting away. I still knew that everything that was happening was wrong, disgusting, and should have been stopped; but as I felt my own orgasm building I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to care all too much. I figured that nothing I could do would take back what had already happened, so it didn’t make sense to dwell on it. Kyra seemed to be enjoying herself, and though I knew there would be hell to pay for it later I didn’t see why I shouldn’t enjoy myself as well. Though I felt tremendously guilty about it, I forcefully silenced the voice in my head that kept screaming at me that I shouldn’t be getting off in such a disgusting manner. Besides, getting fingered would be far less traumatizing to Kyra in the long run compared to the other things that had happened to her so far.

I had nearly succeeded in silencing the angry, judgmental voice in my head when Tom stopped fingering Kyra. It didn’t really bother me too much – though I was secretly enjoying watching her getting off, her denial wasn’t about to get in the way of my orgasm. In a way I actually liked it. It had been irritating me that while I was overcome with guilt and fear Kyra seemed to have been enjoying everything that had happened so far, and it was nice to see her suffer a little. What I didn’t like, though, was the fact that after removing his hand from my daughter’s crotch Tom called out to Duke.

I hated the idea of that animal licking my daughter again. While I couldn’t pretend that it hadn’t turned me on, I still knew how disgusting and wrong it was. I wanted to tell Tom to stop, but I knew it would be futile – he had already summoned Duke over, and I doubted that he would stop the dog just because I asked him to. Shamefully, I simply tried not to ignore it. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t that big of a deal – Duke had already licked her, and she hadn’t seemed to mind. I knew that I shouldn’t be okay with a dog performing oral sex on my own daughter, but somehow it just didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Tom had no interest in having Duke lick my daughter again. Patting Kyra on the shoulders, he encouraged Duke to climb up on her. I was absolutely horrified – I knew that Tom was a monster, but I couldn’t imagine that he would be so cruel as to actually encourage a dog to mount my daughter. I shot Kyra a desperate look in the hopes that she’d realize what was going on and get out of the vulnerable position that she was in, but she seemed too drunk to realize what was going on. I knew that Tom would be angry at me for arguing with him, but I just couldn’t hold my tongue and watch my daughter literally being raped by a dog.

Tom, you can’t, I pleaded. I know you’re angry, but you can’t seriously be doing what it looks like you’re doing. Please, Tom, have some humanity!

Sadly, it seemed that my begging made little difference. Regardless of whether or not I was convincing Tom, Duke didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned with my plea. Before I had even finished speaking he had jumped up on my daughter and was humping away with truly animalistic abandon. I prayed that he would be unable to actually find the hole, but the look on Kyra’s face told me that he had hit his target with little difficulty. Her eyes were wide – she knew that she was getting fucked, but didn’t seem to have realized what was fucking her just yet. I hoped that she would never find out, but that didn’t seem too likely.

You feel that, don’t you bitch? Tom taunted. See, your mother was lying every time that she claimed I fucked my dog, but I don’t really care. The next time she says it, though, you can tell her that she’s mistaken – you were the one who bent over like a little bitch in heat and took Duke’s cock up your slimy little fuck hole.

As Kyra realized what exactly was happening her facial expression changed slightly. She did look a little horrified, but that faded quickly. I saw pure, animal lust in her eyes; she looked far more satisfied than repulsed. I was humiliated by the fact that my own daughter could react in such a despicable way, but I was far more humiliated by the fact that I could empathize with her. I’d like to think that if I were in here position I’d have kicked the dog off of me, but the truth was that if it our roles were reversed I could actually see myself enjoying being raped by Duke as well. Hell, I was already getting off on being raped by Tom and that didn’t seem much better. Still, I couldn’t just remain silent while my daughter was being raped by a filthy animal.

Okay, you’ve made your point! I begged. Please, Tom, please pull the dog off of her before this goes any further! I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t let your dog violate my daughter any longer!

It’s just never enough for you, is it? he sighed. First you wanted me to fuck you instead of your daughter, now you want to fuck Duke as well. I can’t act surprised – it’s hardly shocking that a raging slut such as yourself would want all the dick – but I’m a bit disappointed that you’re so unwilling to share with your own daughter. Still, I’m not a monster, so I’ll tell you what I’m willing to do. Beg me to have Duke fuck your slutty little brains out, and I’ll pull him off of your bitch daughter and help him onto you. Of course, I’m still going to have to cum somewhere, and if Duke’s not using your daughter’s cunt then I don’t see why I shouldn’t.

I didn’t want Duke fucking my daughter, but I couldn’t allow Tom to cum inside of her. I realized that the chances of him knocking her up after just one attempt were slim, but I just couldn’t risk even that. While I’m sure that letting Duke continue to fuck her wasn’t exactly the best thing that I could have done for her, at least it wouldn’t be quite as bad as being impregnated by a scumbag like Tom. I figured that the dog had already been inside her, so it wasn’t like if he stopped right then that it would have made everything okay.

Okay, forget it, I sobbed, hating myself for giving up but hoping to spare my daughter a worse fate. Pretend I didn’t say anything at all.

But you did say something, Tom reminded me. And like I said, I’m not a monster – you want to get fucked by Duke, and I’m okay with it. Hell, you’re a guest in my house; I’m obliged to be generous. I’ll tell you what – if you’d prefer, I’ll finish in your cunt and Duke will finish in your daughter. Once we’re done, we’ll try it the other way around – after a brief recovery period, of course. That way your daughter can decide for herself if she prefers human cock or doggy cock – though judging by how she’s acting at the moment, it’s looking like Duke might actually win out.

Glancing over at Kyra, I saw that he was telling the truth. I was utterly disgusted by it, but Kyra truly did seem to be enjoying the act of being raped by a dog. I had bigger problems at the moment than my daughter’s shameful reaction, though – I needed to keep Tom’s sperm out of her. I may have already failed her as a mother on so many levels, but I wasn’t about to let her get knocked up as well.

Please don’t, I begged. I’m sorry that I ever brought it up; please forgive me? I promise I won’t complain any more, just please don’t fuck my daughter!

Don’t try to hide behind your daughter, Tom warned. I think you and I both know that this has nothing to do with her – you just want to sample my dog’s cock as well as mine. Still, I’ll play along. It does seem like your bitch daughter really does love Duke’s cock; in fact it looks like she might be in love with him. I’m not normally insecure when it comes to competition, but I wouldn’t want to break up her relationship. I’ll tell you what – if you beg me to let Duke continue raping your bitch of a daughter until he cums inside her little slut pussy, I might just be willing to leave it at that.

I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to join in on the abuse; he wanted Kyra to remember how I had willingly pleaded with him to have his dog rape her. My understanding changed nothing, though – I would have done anything in order to spare Kyra the hell of being knocked up by such a piece of shit as Tom. Sure, I might have also been secretly getting off on watching what was happening to Kyra, but I didn’t see the need to think about such things.

Please don’t stop your dog, I choked out. Please let him finish in my daughter.

Not good enough, Tom growled, slapping my ass hard. Call her a bitch – it’s what she is, after all. Tell me how you want her pumped full of doggy cum so that tomorrow when it’s still slowly seeping out of her disgusting bitch twat she remembers what a worthless little slut she is.

I wish that I could say that I complied with Tom’s orders reluctantly, but that wasn’t the case. I told myself at the time that I was only saying what I needed to say in order to spare her a worse fate, but that isn’t exactly the truth. The truth is that I enjoyed repeating Tom’s filthy, dehumanizing words – I even added a few of my own. I made it clear that my daughter really was a worthless dog slut, and that I had absolutely no objections whatsoever to Duke using her as a cum dumpster. I specified that what Tom and Duke were doing wasn’t rape, as Kyra obviously loved what was happening. I spared my daughter absolutely no dignity whatsoever, pretending the entire time that I wasn’t getting off on her shame.

Completing my verbal assault, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about the things that I had said. Looking at Kyra, I checked for signs that I had actually hurt her; worried that I had taken things too far. To my surprise, I saw no pain or humiliation in her face, but simply lust – it almost seemed as if she hadn’t heard a word that I had said. That angered me – I was sick and tired of Kyra constantly ignoring me and I had no intention of letting it stand. Reaching over, I slapped her hard across her face. Having gotten her attention with my physical assault, I proceeded to spit directly in her face in order to drive the point home that she ought to have been ashamed.

Unfortunately, my attack on Kyra did nothing to drive home the point that she should have been ashamed of how she was reacting. If anything she seemed to enjoy the abuse. As my spit trickled down her face, she broke into a very visible orgasm. I would like to say that I looked away out of a sense of decency, but that was not the case. I was too far gone by that point and though I knew that I shouldn’t have enjoyed watching my daughter cum while being raped by a dog, I couldn’t seem to help myself. I soaked in her pleasure, getting off on the idea that my daughter really was the disgusting bitch that Tom claimed that she was.

I enjoyed watching her cum so much, in fact, that I involuntarily joined her. I didn’t want to orgasm – ignoring the pride and decency issues, it seemed like a terrible idea to give Tom even the slightest positive feedback. Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to stop myself – frankly, I don’t think there’s anything that exists on this planet that could have held me back. Ignoring the voice in my head that told me what I was doing was unforgivable; I came harder than I had ever cum before in my life.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tom thrust into me as deep as he could manage and began to cum himself. I could feel his semen exploding inside of me, soaking into my potentially fertile womb. I knew that I should have resisted, but in the throes of my own orgasm I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do so. God help me, I actually thrust my hips back and impaled myself on him in order to make sure that every single drop of his cum wound up inside of me.

I don’t know if Duke was following his master’s lead or if it was just a random coincidence, but it seemed like Duke was cumming as well. Hugging tightly to my daughter, his body twitched erratically as he pumped his dog sperm into her. I wish that I could say that I was disgusted by the entire thing, but the truth is that watching his cumming in my innocent little girl only intensified my orgasm.

As I came down from the high of my orgasm the shame of what had just happened began to sink in. No longer distracted by my own carnal desires, I was utterly disgusted with everything that had just happened. I couldn’t believe that I had done the things that I had done, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to pick up the pieces. As Tom pulled out of me I glanced over to Kyra to see how she had handled things.

She looked as out of it as she had been the entire time. I wasn’t sure if she was just drunk out of her skull or lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, but she didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by the fact that she had just been raped by our neighbor’s dog. I might have wondered how I should have handled things, but there was a more pressing issue. Duke was still on top of her, and from the looks of things he was still inside of my daughter.

I did everything you asked, I began. I took your cock, I begged you to let your dog fuck my daughter. Please, Tom, show a little humanity and pull your dog off of her now? He’s already finished with her anyway.

It’s not that simple, Tom explained. See, male dogs aren’t exactly the same as humans anatomically. They have something called a knot – it’s a part of their cock that swells up extremely large when they’re mating with a bitch like your daughter. The knot keeps all of the sperm inside of her so that it can do its job, but there’s a side effect: for the next ten minutes or so, they’re stuck together like that. If Duke were to pull out, he’d probably end up ripping your daughter’s cunt out with him. I normally wouldn’t care, but seeing as Duke seems to like this bitch I think it would be a shame to damage the only part of her that’s really worth a damn so early in the relationship.

I didn’t know how to react. I obviously didn’t want to hurt my daughter by tearing out her genitals, but seeing her with that fucking dog on top of her was tearing my heart out. Tom didn’t seem nearly as conflicted, though. Picking up his camera, he began snapping off pictures. He was extremely thorough, getting both closes-ups of the unnatural penetration as well as more inclusive shots of the entire act.

That’s a good boy, he praised his dog. You too, bitch – Duke seems to like you. Smile for the camera, now – you’ll want to look pretty for these pictures.

I wanted to tell Kyra to refuse his request but it was too late. She was already smiling widely as Tom continued to take pictures of her face with Duke still mounted on top of her. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Kyra has always been a bit of an attention whore, and she could never seem to help herself from posing when she knew a camera was around. I would have hoped that she’d be able to break that habit under such unnatural circumstances, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Still, it bothered me deeply how proud she looked. I wanted to scream at her about how getting fucked by a dog is nothing to be proud of and she should have been weeping in shame, but I just didn’t see the point. The look on her face suggested that she was happy, and while it disgusted me I figured that it was better than the alternative.

Just as Tom had predicted, Kyra remained coupled to Duke for another ten minutes. Tom got plenty of juicy pictures during that time, which made me tremendously nervous. There were so many things wrong with what I was seeing, and yet I couldn’t seem to bring myself to look away. Even though I had just cum, seeing my daughter posing with a dog’s cock still inside of her was turning me on.

Eventually Duke’s knot deflated to the point that he was able to pull out of my daughter. Duke seemed remarkably unimpressed – he simply laid down on his side and began licking himself. Kyra, on the other hand, looked almost heartbroken. I like to think that it was just the alcohol in her, but it seemed like she genuinely missed having Duke inside of her. I secretly hoped that she would retain that attitude when she sobered up – both to spare her from being traumatized and out of a sense of selfish, perverse lust.

Having suffered all the abuse that Tom felt like throwing at us, we got dressed and headed home. After his orgasm Tom seemed disinterested in us, and though a part of me secretly wanted to hang around until he changed his mind I realized that probably wasn’t the best idea. Besides, I didn’t think that would be the last that we would see of Tom, whether I liked it or not.

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