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A New Life for Sara
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

Mom and her teenage daughter become sex slaves to the 
new step-dad and his sons. (Mmmm/Ff, nc, Fff-bi, 
blkmail)

***

My life has recently begun to spiral out of control. Up 
until a little less than a year ago everything was 
great. Well, at least it was normal. I lived with my 
parents in a nice house and went to a nice school and I 
suppose I was a typical rotten teenager. I didn't know 
how good I had it. I found out when my father died of a 
heart attack.

My mother and I were pretty distraught of course. We 
loved my father and there had been no warning at all. 
He was only thirty-nine. The doctors said that he had a 
heart defect. He had been born with it and it had been 
a ticking time bomb. One day about ten months ago the 
time bomb went off and he had a heart attack at work.

That was bad enough. But then the insurance company 
piled on. They wouldn't pay the hospital bills because 
his heart attack and subsequent death were due to a 
pre-existing medical condition that he had not listed 
on his application. Never mind that he had no idea that 
he had a heart defect. Suddenly we were many hundreds 
of thousands of dollars in debt. Dad had hung on in a 
coma for days and the charges for the Intensive Care 
Unit alone were obscene. 

Dad had life insurance. They had thought that it was in 
an amount that would be enough to take care of us if 
anything happened. It wasn't. The medical bills got 
almost all of it, with plenty of bills left over. 

Mom sold the good car and kept dads old one for us to 
get around in. But after the car was paid off there was 
hardly any money left over. The main benefit had been 
to get rid of the car payment.

Mom had no choice then. She put our house on the 
market. The problem is, the real estate market in this 
area had just taken a big downturn and by the time the 
expenses of selling the house were taken care of and 
the mortgage paid off there wasn't much more than 
enough left over to move to a small apartment.

I thought we had hit bottom then. We weren't even 
close! Ten months after dad died mom came home from 
work and called me into the kitchen for a talk. I knew 
from the sound of her voice that it wasn't going to be 
something good. I was right.

Mom had agreed to marry a man from work. She said that 
she didn't really love him, but she felt like she had 
no choice. He was a widower with three sons. She had 
known him for several years and she was certain that he 
could provide us with security. He had always hit on 
her, even when dad was still alive. After dad had died 
he had waited a month or so and started chasing her all 
over again. 

Mom was desperate by then and so she had agreed to 
marry him without ever even going out with him! She 
needed someone to take over and solve her problems and 
take care of her and her daughter. That was just the 
way she was. She thought she was doing it for me. I was 
nearly as devastated as I had been when dad had died. 
Now I was going to have to move across town. I would be 
leaving my school and all of my friends. I had just 
turned sixteen and just started dating. My girlfriends 
were girls that I had gone to school with since 
kindergarten. I would have much rather stayed where we 
were and stayed poor. 

Mom couldn't handle it though. She was being hounded by 
bill collectors and she was at the end of her rope. I 
understood, I think. I had trouble coping with the 
concept of marrying someone that you didn't love. I 
understood that she was desperate though and saw this 
as a way out. After I thought about it, I got to 
wondering if she had really loved my dad all that much 
either. She was never very affectionate with him. At 
least they weren't when I was watching. They seemed 
more like partners in a business venture than lovers. I 
just never noticed it before I guess.

It would definitely be a step up for us. My new 
stepfather owned his own company and had agreed to pay 
off mom's debts after the wedding. I tried to talk her 
out of it. I offered to get a job and give her the 
money. I knew how stupid that sounded as I was saying 
it, but I wanted desperately to stay in the school I 
was in now. I had just started my junior year and I was 
popular and involved in clubs and cheerleading and my 
whole life, or what was left of it, was wrapped up in 
those people and those activities.

There seemed to be something that mom wasn't telling 
me. She was evasive when I asked her questions about 
the man she was marrying and her motives. The more I 
asked her about this agreement they had reached the 
more upset she became so I dropped the subject. I knew 
that there was something that she wasn't telling me 
though.

On Friday we went out to dinner with the man that mom 
was going to marry. He seemed nice enough. He was 
pretty good looking for an old guy. I guess he was a 
little older than dad, probably around forty-five. I'm 
just guessing. I'm not that good at judging the ages of 
grownups. His name is Larry Flack but he told me to 
call him dad.

I don't know what he had treated mom like before, but I 
had the impression that he felt like he was going to 
own her. He was paying a lot of money for her after 
all. She seemed to defer to him on every subject. He 
was already giving her instructions for the wedding and 
our life after the wedding. They weren't going to have 
a real wedding. They were just going to go to a Notary 
Public who could perform a civil ceremony. There would 
be a pre-nuptial agreement. If the marriage didn't 
last, for whatever reason, mom would get nothing and 
would be in debt to my new father for the amount that 
he was paying off to clear our debts, plus interest.

He really seemed to be taking charge of her. Then he 
started on me. He told me that he had expectations for 
my mother, but he also had expectations of me. I would 
have chores around the house and I would be expected to 
meet certain standards at school as well.

I wasn't too concerned. I was an honor student and I 
had always helped around the house. So that didn't 
concern me as much as the way he talked to me. I got 
really mixed signals from him. On the one hand he gave 
me the impression that he wasn't all that happy to be 
gaining a stepdaughter and that he would really prefer 
that I was not a part of the bargain. Yet it seemed 
like every time I glanced up at him he was looking at 
me. It wasn't an actual leer. He was kind of creeping 
me out though.

I wanted to tell him that I was just as unhappy about 
this arrangement as he was, if not more. I just kept my 
mouth shut though and said, "Yes sir," at all of the 
appropriate times. I noticed that mom looked pretty 
embarrassed about the way he was talking to us. She 
gave me a look that said, "Thank you," when I just 
accepted his instructions meekly. 

He drove us home after dinner and I was surprised and 
even more embarrassed when he came back to the 
apartment with us. Because as soon as we got inside our 
apartment mom sent me to my room and it seemed like 
only moments after I got to my room that I heard them 
through the thin wall separating my bedroom from my 
mother's. 

He had apparently decided to start the honeymoon early. 
I could actually hear him ordering my mother to undress 
and commenting on her naked body. I heard him order her 
to undress him and then I heard him order her to suck 
his cock!

That was when I came to my senses and dug out my iPod. 
I put my headphones on and turned my music up real 
loud. I was still a virgin and this was not the way 
that I wanted to learn about sex! 

It was too late to block out the disturbing things that 
I had already heard. The images in my mind were making 
me feel ill. I tried not to think about it, and about 
the things that I didn't hear. I struggled to undress 
and get into my pajamas without dislodging the 
headphones. I was afraid of what I might hear if they 
came off.

I tried to read for a few minutes but it wasn't 
possible. My mind was totally focused on the idea of my 
mother being ordered to undress for the amusement of my 
new stepfather and then undressing him and letting him 
put his cock in her mouth. If I had not heard it I 
would never have believed in a million years that my 
mother would allow herself to be ordered around that 
way, and then let a man, a man she didn't even like all 
that much from what I could see, put his cock in her 
mouth. I shuddered in revulsion as I fought to get 
those images out of my mind.

I was still lying on my bed in the dark an hour and a 
half later when mom came into my room in her robe and 
sat on the side of my bed. She had left my door open 
and we could see well enough with the light from the 
hallway.

I took the headphones off finally and turned the music 
off. I had a hell of a time looking my mother in the 
eye. It didn't help that she was obviously as 
embarrassed as I was. I could smell the smell of sex on 
her still. I had never smelled it before, but I knew 
what it was as soon as I smelled it.

We sat in silence for a while and I could see her 
trying to figure out what to say. At last, in a voice 
not much louder than a whisper, she said, "I'm sorry 
Sara. I'm doing what I have to do. Larry isn't a bad 
man. He just takes some getting used to. He is the kind 
of person that is always in charge. It's just his way."

I listened to her, and I watched her. She really 
thought that she was doing the right thing. She thought 
that this was her only way out. She didn't even seem to 
really mind the way that he talked to her and ordered 
her around. She certainly didn't seem to be acting like 
a woman who had been….I don't know. What was that I had 
heard? Was that rape? From what little I had overheard 
it hadn't sounded like they were making love. 

I was beginning to realize that I hardly knew my mother 
at all. At least I didn't know what she was like as a 
person, as a woman. She had been a good mother and I 
loved her. I just didn't know the woman who was sitting 
on the edge of my bed right now. 

I didn't know how to respond to her. I realized that I 
knew next to nothing about the man she was marrying 
either and so I asked her how she had met him. She told 
me that the company he owned occupied a suite of 
offices on the floor where mom worked as a junior 
executive for another company. 

We had learned long ago that "junior executive" was 
another name for slave. They could work her any number 
of hours and pay her only slightly more than she made 
when she was just another worker bee. They dangled that 
promotion carrot in front of her all the time. If she 
worked long enough and hard enough then eventually she 
would be somebody, maybe.

She had met the man who was about to become my new 
"dad" in the elevator one morning several years ago and 
he had been hitting on her ever since. Not in a 
harassing way, but there was no doubt that he wanted 
her. She had always joked with him and tried to keep it 
light. She had no intention of cheating on my father. 

She said that she had begun to allow him to wear down 
her defenses after my father died. Not right away, but 
as our situation grew steadily less bearable she became 
steadily more desperate. I guess she had eventually 
seen Larry Flack as our only way out. 

He apparently knew what her motives were and didn't 
care. He wanted a pretty, sexy, young wife. Mom was 
really beautiful and when she dressed up she could be 
really hot. Not that mom was young. She was thirty-
five. But she could easily pass for a woman in her late 
twenties. I was starting to realize that this was a 
business arrangement for both of them. She was being 
evasive again though. There was still something that 
she wasn't telling me.

Mom was going to continue to work, at least for a 
while. He might decide later that she should stop 
working, but for now he was allowing her to work.

I asked about his three sons and she informed me that 
she had not met them yet. Our dinner date was the first 
time that she had gone out with her future husband! In 
my mind that made what had happened when he drove us 
home all the more bizarre!

He had showed her pictures of his sons. Mom said that 
they were thirteen, fourteen and sixteen years old and 
all three of them were good looking boys. Other than 
that she knew nothing about them. She only remembered 
the name of the oldest, Chase.

The school year had just begun and I had tried 
desperately to think of some way to stay in my school, 
at least until the end of my junior year. I thought of 
moving in with one of my friends or just not telling 
the school that I had moved. But I knew that mom 
wouldn't go for it. 

Still, when I asked when the marriage was scheduled to 
take place I felt like I had just been kicked in the 
stomach when she told me that they would be married as 
soon as the blood tests and the legal documents were 
taken care of. She figured on two weeks from today at 
the very most.

It was one thing when this earth shaking event was 
going to take place at some unspecified time in the 
future, hopefully the distant future. But two weeks! In 
two weeks I would be moving into a home with three 
teenage boys and a man I had just met for the first 
time. I would be leaving the school I loved and all of 
my friends and going to live with four males I didn't 
know. The only thing that I knew for sure was that 
Larry Flack was a very dominant man who had already 
taken over my mother's life. I had apparently overheard 
far too much of them sealing the deal this evening. 

I was tempted to ask my mother how she felt about what 
had just happened to her. I knew that she was nearly as 
shy as I was. I was shocked at what I had heard from 
the bedroom next to mine before I managed to get my 
headphones on. I tried not to think about what I might 
have missed. I guess that if my mother had allowed that 
man to order her to undress and then suck is cock in 
the demanding tones that I had overheard tonight then 
we must be in pretty dire financial straits. 

Mom told me that I should start packing my personal 
belongings. My new father would come over tomorrow and 
look through the house to see if there was any 
furniture worth moving. Everything we owned would be 
sold, except for our clothing and our personal items.

She sat quietly on the side of my bed for a few more 
minutes and then she whispered again that she was sorry 
and got up and went to her room. I heard the shower 
running for a while and then the house was quiet.

I hardly slept at all that night. My thoughts, my 
worries circulated through my head totally out of my 
control all night long. I woke up from what little 
sleep I did get an hour earlier than I normally get up 
on Saturday. I was too wound up to stay in bed though, 
so I got up and took a quick shower and went out to our 
small eat-in kitchen. I had some juice but I didn't 
feel like eating.

My mom came out in a few minutes and said, "You look 
tired. I guess you had trouble sleeping last night 
too?"

I just nodded. 

Mom made coffee and we sat quietly at the table while 
the hot water dripped through the coffee grounds 
filling the small room with the pleasant aroma. 

When the coffee was ready she poured herself a cup and 
sat back down. The silence was oppressive and soon she 
asked, "Have you thought of any questions since last 
night?"

I had a dozen questions, but I could only reply, "None 
that you can answer. Are you sure that this is the only 
way?"

I saw that it looked like she was going to cry. I 
realized that I was making it more difficult for her 
and I felt bad about that. I got up and went over and 
put my arms around her and said, "I'm sorry mom. I know 
you are doing what you think is right. I'm not upset 
with you. I'm just scared."

She said, "Me too Sara, me too." And she really did 
sound scared.

Larry showed up around nine. I realized that I was 
thinking of him as Larry. It would be very hard for me 
to call him dad. Maybe after I knew him better, but for 
now he was just the strange and frightening man that my 
mom seemed to be selling herself to.

He greeted us cordially, but I noticed that he treated 
us more like servants than his new wife and daughter. 
Maybe my impression was colored by my feelings about 
this situation, but that was the way it seemed to me.

I followed them around the small apartment as they did 
an informal inventory. There were some pictures of our 
family before dad died and Larry said that we could 
keep them, but he didn't want them displayed in his 
home.

I thought that was kind of cold. He was still my 
father! I didn't say anything though. We went through 
the kitchen and the living room and, except for the few 
pictures we would be allowed to keep, Larry decided 
that everything would have to go.

We moved down the hall to mom's room and Larry went 
through everything. I was really surprised, and 
embarrassed. He even went through mom's underwear! He 
didn't say anything at first, but after he had looked 
at everything he said, "You are going to need all new 
clothes. I don't care for the dowdy things you wear. 
You have a beautiful body. You need to dress to 
emphasize it, not hide it. You definitely need new 
underwear. That stuff all looks like my mother's 
underwear! I'll pick out an outfit to wear when we 
leave. Everything else in here can go. There's no sense 
moving it."

We went to my room last and if I thought I had been 
embarrassed watching him go through my mother's things, 
this was much worse. He stood at the door and looked 
around and then went in with mom and me trailing 
behind. He looked around and said, "All of this 
furniture can go." 

After looking around he moved to my closet. He opened 
the door and looked through my clothes which were 
crammed tightly into the small closet. I had a much 
larger closet in our old house and now I had to cram 
things in pretty tightly. He struggled with what I had 
hanging there and then became impatient and said, "The 
hell with it. Your things are almost as bad as your 
mother's. We'll pick out something for you to wear when 
we leave, but the rest of this can stay too."

Somehow, the idea of this man selecting my wardrobe 
made me nervous. Mom didn't say a word though, and I 
was just as intimidated by him as she seemed to be.

He backed away from my closet and the embarrassment I 
had felt up until now was nothing. I had been 
embarrassed when he went through my mother's lingerie, 
but she was going to be his wife so maybe he was 
entitled to have a say in what she wore. I certainly 
didn't think that my underwear was any of his damned 
business!

Apparently I was wrong. He walked to my small dresser 
and went through the drawers. He pulled out a random 
sampling of my bras and panties and held them up and 
shook his head. I was very tempted to tell him that my 
underwear was none of his damned business. But somehow 
I couldn't. I looked at my mother. Surely she would 
object to this. This man had no business concerning 
himself with my underwear!

Nothing! She just stood there blushing as her husband-
to-be inspected my underwear! He turned to me and asked 
me if I had a suitcase.

I nodded. I was too shocked to answer out loud.

He said, "Get it out and we will pick out a few things 
for you to pack when I get back."

Then he took my mother's arm and led her out of my room 
and I stood there thinking, "Get back from where?"

He didn't go far. He led my mother into her bedroom and 
as soon as the door closed I heard him order her to 
strip. The walls are so thin that I could hear their 
clothing rustling as I reached under my bed and pulled 
out my suitcase. 

There was no talking coming from the other room. This 
time I guess she knew what to do without being told. I 
tried not to think about it. I didn't want to know 
about my mother's sex life. If you can call what they 
were doing a part of my mother's sex life. I didn't get 
the impression that they were making love, or even 
having sex. It was more like he was using my mother to 
get his rocks off.

I sat on my bed in shock as I listened to the sounds 
filtering through the wall. Fifteen minutes later he 
came back into my room alone. I was so embarrassed that 
I couldn't look him in the face. He went right to my 
closet and selected a sundress and tossed it to me. 

He moved to my underwear drawer again and this time he 
pulled everything out and dumped it on the bed. As he 
went through my bras I saw a movement and looked up to 
see my mother watching from the door to my room with a 
concerned look on her face. But she didn't say a word 
as Larry selected a couple of my sexiest bras and 
tossed them into my suitcase. Then he did the same with 
my panties. He picked up the ones that caught his eye 
and ran his fingers through them thoughtfully and if 
they appealed to him he tossed them in my suitcase. 
Most of them didn't appeal to him and he left them in 
the pile. 

When he was done with my underwear drawer he said, "No 
more pantyhose. I don't approve of them. If you require 
hose you may wear thigh highs. With legs like yours 
though, I don't see any reason for you to wear them. 
Now, show me your sleepwear."

I pulled out my pajamas and he just shook his head. He 
got a disgusted look on his face and said, "My boys 
have more attractive pajamas than this. These won't do 
at all. Don't bother to pack them."

I looked pleadingly at my mother in the doorway, but 
she just looked down at the floor.

He turned to leave and I called out, "Wait! What about 
my clothes? What am I going to wear? I don't….."

That was as far as I got. He turned back and said 
patiently, as if he knew that he was talking to a 
moron, "We will get you and your mother both new 
wardrobes. Don't worry about that crap. Letting you 
wear that stuff bordered on child abuse. You're a girl. 
Girls like to shop for new clothes don't they? You 
should be excited. You can also pack up your shoes and 
any personal items and toiletries. We have decided that 
you and your mother will go ahead and move in with me 
and my sons. There is no sense in putting it off any 
longer."

"After you two are out of here I will have a crew come 
over and haul away your old clothes for Goodwill and 
see if I can get anything for your furniture. Go ahead 
and get ready to leave."

He looked up at my mother and said, "Are you ready 
Karen? You don't have time to be standing around 
gawking. Go get packed. You two come out into the 
living room when you are dressed and packed."

Before he left my room he told me to take my t-shirt 
and shorts off and put on the sundress that he had 
selected for me.

I stared at my mother, dumbfounded at the turn of 
events. I thought that I had a couple more weeks to say 
goodbye to my friends and get used to the idea of going 
to a new school. Mom just shrugged and turned and went 
to her room.

I stared down at my suitcase and wondered when we would 
be going shopping. I didn't even know what I would be 
wearing to bed tonight. Hell, I didn't even know where 
my new house was. 

I was having a terrible time collecting my thoughts. I 
couldn't even think as I looked around at all of the 
familiar things that I had to get rid of. I finally 
came to my senses and packed my school books and my few 
items of jewelry. 

I threw my shoes into a knapsack and packed my 
toiletries. I packed my personal pictures and my iPod 
and my camera. Then I went around and made sure that I 
wasn't leaving anything I should be taking. 

Finally I removed my shirt and shorts and put the 
sundress on. It buttoned up the front and was 
reasonable attractive. Larry wasn't happy with it. I 
knew that it was too conservative for his tastes. 

Once I was dressed I carried my things out to the 
living room. The idea of strangers going through the 
things I was leaving behind made me very uncomfortable. 
It was an invasion of my privacy. Some strange men 
would be digging through my clothes, through my 
underwear. It was just too embarrassing to think about.

Mom was already in the living room with one small 
suitcase and a toiletry bag. She looked like she had 
been crying, but I couldn't say for sure. I felt like 
crying too. I felt like it must feel to be taken away 
by the cops. I felt like I was being arrested, or 
kidnapped.

Larry grabbed the two largest suitcases and mom and I 
grabbed the rest of the bags and we followed Larry out 
to his car. He tossed all of the bags in the back seat 
and mom and I slid into the front. 

As soon as the car pulled out of the parking lot Larry 
relaxed and began to drive with one hand while his 
other hand moved to my mother's knee. Mom stared 
straight ahead as Larry's hand pulled her legs apart 
slightly and out of the corner of my eye I watched as 
his hand slid confidently up her thigh and came to rest 
very close to her crotch.

I couldn't believe that she would permit this. I 
couldn't believe that she would permit this if I was 
not there, much less with me sitting there beside them 
where I couldn't help but notice. 

He wasn't satisfied with just holding her thigh though. 
I saw his hand move again and I saw my mother jump and 
I knew that his finger was now resting against her 
pussy. I was getting grossed out and I wanted 
desperately to turn away. For some reason though, I was 
unable to stop watching as his hand moved lightly 
between her thighs. 

My shock increased when, as her skirt rode up I 
couldn't help but notice that she was not wearing 
panties.

We rode in silence, except for my mother's loud 
breathing until Larry said, "I suppose this is a lot 
for you to adjust to all at once Sara. But we might as 
well get it over with and get you guys moved in. On 
Monday we can get you transferred to your new school 
and I'm pretty sure you will like living at my house 
much better than in that tiny apartment."

Somehow I didn't think I was going to like living in 
his house as much as he was going to like having me 
there. My mind flashed back to the look on his face as 
he ran his hands through my underwear and I was getting 
more convinced than ever that he had more on his mind 
than rescuing my mother from a life of poverty.

I thought that we were being driven to Larry's house, 
but instead he pulled into a parking lot and announced 
that we would go in and get a few items to tide us over 
until we could go shopping for new wardrobes. He 
explained that we would need to replace our pajamas and 
my mom and I would need new bathing suits so that we 
could take advantage of the pool in his backyard. 

I looked up at the store. We had never been in it. I 
had noticed it before. I had even thought that someday, 
when I was older, I would like to shop here. It was 
called Sweet Nothings. Sort of a Victoria's Secret, but 
much larger and they sold sexy clothes as well as 
lingerie. Their ads in the paper were always pretty 
hot.

As soon as we entered the store I was in awe of the 
clothes that I saw everywhere I looked. They were 
beautiful. They ranged from slutty to sophisticated, 
but they were all beautiful and sexy and revealing. I 
couldn't help thinking though that these were not the 
kinds of clothes that my mother would ever wear. I also 
thought that they were a bit inappropriate for a girl 
my age. I certainly didn't see anything that looked 
appropriate to wear to school.

Larry didn't seem to share my reservations. My mother 
did. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable. But 
still she didn't balk at anything Larry told her to do. 
I know that she had never been very pushy, but I was 
beginning to think that she had been given a complete 
spinectomy. 

There were only a few other customers in the store but 
they didn't pay us any attention. Mom and I followed 
Larry around and he went first to a bathing suit 
display in the back corner of the store. 

He picked out a handful of suits and handed them to my 
mother. I saw only enough to know that they were not 
much different than going naked. I knew I couldn't wear 
one of them. I waited for him to select something more 
appropriate for me, but he seemed satisfied with his 
selections and he made his way to the sleepwear 
section.

The first thing that I noticed was that there were no 
pajamas. There was just rack after rack of sexy 
sleepwear. The kind of thing a woman might wear for her 
boyfriend or husband. None of the items that Larry 
selected were appropriate for a sixteen year old girl 
in a house with a man and three teenage boys. 

He selected several sets of baby dolls for my mother 
and me and I was embarrassed just to be holding them. 
He also selected a lacy, sophisticated, seductive 
looking peignoir for each of us. Everything was tiny 
and all but transparent. I kept waiting for my mother 
to say something. I was unable to believe that she 
would not balk at the clothing he was selecting. If I 
had tried to get her to buy me any one of these 
articles of clothing two weeks ago she would not have 
said no, she would have said hell no!

I kept looking at my mother, waiting for her to speak 
up. She wouldn't meet my eyes though. What was she 
thinking?! Did she think it would be alright for me to 
wear these things in front of Larry and his three 
sons?! Not that I could of course. I am not a stripper 
and I do not intend to parade around half naked for 
their entertainment. He had given us robes to wear over 
the baby dolls. They were just as transparent as the 
baby dolls.

I finally had to say something. "Um, Mr. Flack, dad, I 
don't think I can wear these. I don't dress like this. 
You can see right through this stuff. You know I'm only 
sixteen, right?"

He just grinned and said, "Sara, you dress much too 
conservatively. I'm sure you will look beautiful in 
those things."

I looked at my mother again. She just stared at the 
floor. 

Larry said, "We'll just get you each one outfit today 
so that you'll have something to go shopping in 
tomorrow and then we can go home."

We followed Larry to a rack of short dresses that 
looked like they were for little girls. They were 
shorter than any I had ever worn before. I watched him 
select a dress for my mother and then after looking 
through them he handed one to me. 

I stared at it, not sure if he was serious. He was. He 
turned away and I thought that we were finished. If 
only!

We moved to the underwear section and he picked out a 
handful of sexy panties and thongs for both of us. The 
panties he picked were all sluttier than anything I had 
ever owned before. I took comfort in the fact that at 
least they would be hidden under my clothing.

I expected him to select a few bras before we left but 
he stared at my breasts for a moment and said, "You 
don't need a bra Sara. Those pert little tits of yours 
look just fine."

My jaw dropped at that. I looked again at my mother, 
but she still didn't react. I resented his description 
of my breasts. I had been wearing a B cup bra for 
almost a year and I was pretty proud of my breasts. 
Like most girls I suppose, I would prefer that they 
were a little larger, but they were perfectly formed 
and matched up reasonably well with my frame and each 
other.

No matter how proud of them I was, I had no desire to 
walk around with them on display. I had gone out 
without a bra before. But I had always been well 
covered in layered tops, not dressed in sheer and semi-
sheer tops and dresses. 

Once more I thought this humiliating experience was 
finished. We headed to the front of the store and I 
thought that we would be checking out. It seems the 
humiliation that I had been experiencing since Larry 
came to our apartment to get us was only a prelude. It 
turns out I didn't know what humiliation was yet. 

Instead of checking out we headed for the fitting rooms 
against the opposite wall. There were a couple of men 
there, standing around waiting impatiently for their 
wives or girlfriends or whatever to try on clothes. 
They glanced at us as we approached but then looked 
away.

Their attention quickly returned to us when Larry 
guided my mother into one of the four fitting rooms at 
the end that did not have doors. I watched as my mother 
turned bright, bright red but allowed him to guide her 
into the fitting room. I actually started to feel faint 
as I heard Larry order my mother to undress and try on 
the dress that he had selected for her.

She never even protested! She unbuttoned her blouse 
slowly and as she undressed the two men standing nearby 
moved closer and watched. I too watched as my shy, 
conservative mother removed her blouse and hung it on a 
hook. She was not wearing a bra! 

I had never seen my mother's breasts before. Or at 
least I had not seen them since I was an infant. Her 
breasts were very nice for a woman in her mid thirties 
who had given birth. They appeared to be a C or D cup 
and though they sagged slightly they appeared to be 
firm and perfectly formed. Her nipples were much larger 
than my own and at the moment they were quite erect. 
She couldn't have been turned on though. The look on 
her face was of total humiliation.

She had been struggling to unfasten her skirt and I 
could see that her fingers were shaking as finally she 
managed to get the button undone. I remembered as she 
struggled with her zipper that she was not wearing 
panties. I watched in disbelief as she stepped out of 
her skirt and stood naked in the fitting room for all 
to see.

I didn't have the nerve to look at the two men standing 
behind us watching my mother undress. I didn't want to 
watch my mother being humiliated this way. But for some 
reason I couldn't tear my eyes away! 

I can't remember ever thinking of my mother as a sexual 
person before or noticing her body. I couldn't avoid 
seeing it under these circumstances though. I was 
amazed at how nice her body was. She had great legs 
too! To me she had always just been mom. It was kind of 
shaking up my already disturbed reality to see how sexy 
she looked. It was like I was seeing her as the other 
men in the store were seeing her. She looked hot! But a 
girl doesn't want to see her mother in that light.

Mom made no effort to hide her nudity as she removed 
the dress that Larry had selected from the hangar and 
slipped it on. She buttoned it up quickly and then 
stood waiting for Larry to approve. 

I noticed that the light material of the dress was 
semi-transparent. I could make out my mother's nipples! 
I couldn't actually make out her neatly trimmed patch 
of pubic hair, but I could see the outline of her legs 
clearly. 

Larry instructed her to turn around slowly and as she 
turned, even in this dim light I was pretty sure that I 
could make out the crack of her butt through the 
material. I was astounded that she would allow herself 
to be humiliated like this. 

I wondered if he would make her try on everything he 
had selected, but apparently he was finished 
humiliating my mother for the time being. The show 
wasn't over though. I saw him turn to me and I was all 
set to tell him to go to hell. 

He didn't say a word to me though. He looked at me and 
handed the dress that he had selected for me to my 
mother.

She stepped out of the fitting room, still wearing the 
dress she had been given and gently but firmly pulled 
me into the fitting room. At first I was too shocked to 
protest. But I quickly began to balk as my mother 
guided me into the small fitting room. 

I began to pull back and whispered violently that I 
would not undress in front of all of these people and I 
did not want to wear that dress. 

I saw her glance nervously at Larry and then she pulled 
me roughly into the fitting room. As soon as I was 
inside she got right up in my face and spoke into my 
ear. She whispered, "I'm sorry Sara. You have to do 
this. I'll explain later, but you have to. Please, if 
you don't….." Then she sighed and slumped in front of 
me. 

I whispered loudly and emphatically, "Mom! What the 
hell is wrong with you?! I can't undress in public. I 
just can't do it! I won't do it!"

I saw tears in her eyes as she looked into my eyes 
again and she just said, "I'm sorry Sara. We don't have 
a choice. We have to do what he wants or I'll go to 
prison."

It took a second for her words to penetrate my feelings 
of terror. When they finally did I was almost relieved 
that there was a reason that she was going along with 
this, all of this. But I still couldn't do it. I said, 
"I can't mom! I'm a virgin. I can't undress with those 
men watching!"

She just sighed and asked, "What if I help? Will you 
let me help you? Please Sara. We don't have a choice."

I didn't answer. I couldn't. She didn't wait for me 
though. She started unbuttoning my dress. I stared at 
her in shock, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. As her 
shaking hands slowly worked the buttons on my dress 
open I whispered, "Mom! Why are you doing this?! How 
can you do this to me?!"

She whispered back, "I have to. I don't have any 
choice. I told you. If I don't do everything that he 
wants I will go to prison."

I didn't know what else to say. Out of the corner of my 
eye I could see the leers of the two strange men 
staring as my dress was being removed. I also saw the 
look of interest on Larry's face. He wasn't leering, 
but he was enjoying my discomfort as much as he was 
about to enjoy seeing me in my underwear.

I almost started to resist as my mother pulled the 
sides of my dress apart and slid it down my shoulders 
and pulled it free and hung it up. I was stopped by the 
unbelievable statement that she had made about prison. 
I didn't understand, but she must be incredibly 
desperate if she could do the things she was doing. So 
I stood and closed my eyes as she took my dress away 
and I heard her removing the dress that Larry had 
selected for me from the hangar. 

I was waiting impatiently for my mother to slip the new 
dress up over my arms. I swear that even with my eyes 
closed tightly I could feel the eyes of the men outside 
the fitting booth staring at my bra and my panties as 
my mother moved around behind me in the cramped little 
fitting room. I was unprepared, however, when I felt 
her fumbling with the clasp of my bra and quickly 
pulling it off, baring my breasts to the three men. 

I gasped in horror at being exposed like this, but I 
didn't speak. I couldn't. I didn't move either. It was 
like I was paralyzed. I had never been so embarrassed 
in my life. Three strange men were now staring at me as 
I stood before them in only a pair of bikini panties. I 
am pretty sure that I was safe describing Larry as a 
strange man. 

I was terrified that my mother would remove my panties 
before helping me on with the new dress. Apparently 
Larry didn't require that final indignity. I felt her 
slide the dress up over my arms and onto my shoulders. 
I didn't wait for her to fasten it. I opened my eyes 
and was shocked to see a fourth man and the wives of 
two of the men standing there watching with amused 
looks on their faces. Four men and two women had just 
seen me all but naked!

I began to frantically fasten the few buttons on the 
tiny dress. It only came down to a few inches below my 
crotch. I tried to ignore the fact that my nipples were 
just as much on display as my mother's were. After 
being nearly naked in public even this small amount of 
cover was welcome.

Once I was dressed, more or less, Larry nodded and I 
was saved the humiliation of having to change back into 
my other dress. I crossed my arms over my breasts and 
we went to the cash register. Larry handed the dress I 
had worn in and the skirt and blouse that my mother had 
been wearing to the attractive redhead behind the 
counter and asked her to throw them away. While my 
clothing was being thrown away Larry turned back to me 
and frowned and said, "Put your arms down. That sort of 
defeats the purpose."

He turned back to the woman behind the counter and 
asked to borrow a pair of scissors. He handed them to 
my mother and she removed the tags from the new dresses 
we were wearing while Larry paid for our new clothes. 
There may not have been much material but the things he 
selected were pretty expensive. Larry chatted amiably 
with the woman behind the counter and just before we 
left he asked about their hours on Sunday. He said that 
his "two new slaves" needed complete new wardrobes!

I did a double take and turned to look at my mother. I 
knew from the way that he said it that he wasn't 
kidding! The truth of his outrageous statement was when 
yet again my mother stood there in silence. I thought 
surely that the woman at the register would have a 
problem with what Larry had just said. Boy was I wrong! 
She smiled and looked at my mother and me and said, 
"You have excellent taste in slaves Sir. I am a slave 
as well." Then she pointed out the attractive young 
woman who worked for her and said, "My Master owns her 
as well."

Larry smiled and said, "Yes, I know. I have had some 
business dealings with Paul. He told me all about you 
and Kara and he recommended your store to me."

I was in total shock now. I mean it. I couldn't even 
walk as Larry said goodbye and turned and walked away. 
My mother had to pull me along after him. I wasn't 
fighting her. It was just that my mind couldn't grasp 
this. I was totally blank. I allowed myself to be 
pulled back out to the car and we threw our new clothes 
into the back seat and got back in the car. 

As soon as the car was moving again Larry's hand 
returned to my mother's thigh. I heard her gasp as his 
hand moved against her pussy and Larry said, "Karen, 
when I left your house last night I thought that you 
were going to explain our arrangement to your 
daughter."

Mom replied in a whisper, "I told her most of it sir. I 
just couldn't tell her…..I couldn't tell her 
everything. I couldn't tell her that I was a thief. I 
couldn't tell her that I had agreed to be your slave. 
Oh god sir! How could I tell her those things?! She 
knows now, and I still can't tell her!"

Larry chuckled. It sounded kind of evil to me, though 
that may have just been because of what had just 
happened to me and the fact that he was sitting there 
with his hand on my mother's pussy.

I waited for someone to explain and finally Larry said, 
"Sara, your mother is a fucking thief."

My mom groaned in humiliation. She seemed more upset by 
what he was saying than she was about having his hand 
up her skirt and playing openly with her pussy in front 
of her daughter!

Larry continued, "She attempted to steal several 
thousand dollars from her employer. I was able to 
intercede on her behalf before he had her arrested. I 
offered her a way to get out of debt and avoid prison. 
She isn't happy about it, as you might expect, but she 
has no choice and she knows it. If she is arrested she 
will lose the only two things that she has left, you 
and her freedom. Since you have no living relatives you 
would become a ward of the state and start moving 
around from foster home to foster home while she became 
a federal prisoner for several years, after which she 
would have no home and no money and no chance of 
getting a job at all. Not even a fast food restaurant 
will hire a thief."

I was staring at my mother in shock. Shock seemed to be 
my only expression any more. She wouldn't look up. She 
just whispered, "I'm sorry baby, we were broke. I was 
desperate."

I felt sorry for her, but at the moment I was more 
concerned for me. "But mom," I exclaimed, "you sold me 
into slavery?!"

My mother just bowed her head a little more.

Larry said, "I repaid her employer and she works for me 
now. I have had the hots for your mother for a while 
and she has always politely but firmly rejected me. 
There will be no more rejection, will there Karen?"

My mother said, "No sir."

Larry was getting irritated at her whispering though. 
"Speak up god damn it! All of your damned whispering is 
getting on my nerves."

My mother cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry sir," 
in a much louder but still quiet voice.

Larry chuckled again and said, "Yes, you are sorry. 
Sorry you got caught. You are an expensive piece of 
ass. All of your bills and what I had to pay your old 
company to keep your ass out of jail makes you the most 
expensive pussy I have ever bought. But then, I never 
bought one to keep before. I never got a two for one 
deal on it before either. So I'm not complaining."

I guess the unasked question had been answered. It 
seemed obvious now that I was not just a decoration 
here. I was not just coming along for the ride. Larry 
had every intention of having sex with me, and my 
mother was going to let him!

I had not been paying much attention to where we were 
going. There were too many distractions. The events 
that had taken place this morning, this strange 
conversation, the sight of a man's hand on my mother's 
pussy. I noticed that most of her lower abdomen was now 
exposed and his hand was resting over her pubic area 
cupping her pussy. I could make out the movement of his 
middle finger and I guess that what he was doing was 
getting to her because her breathing was getting louder 
and she seemed very tense.

No teenage girl should have to witness what I had 
witnessed this morning, or worse yet, be forced to 
allow her mother to undress her for an audience of 
strange men.

So by the time Larry pulled into the driveway I had no 
idea where I was. I was totally disoriented. We were 
parked in front of a large brick home in a subdivision 
of large brick homes. They all seemed very large and 
very expensive. When I say large, his house was larger 
than the apartment building we were moving out of! 

Larry turned the engine off and said, "Here we are." 
Then he opened his door and got out.

I sat for a moment and looked around at what was to 
become my new home. Or perhaps I should say my slave 
quarters. I would have preferred to be returned to my 
tiny, rundown apartment and my old life. I knew that 
wasn't going to happen though. I glanced at my mother 
who had yet to pull her dress back down over her 
exposed vagina. I really wished that she would cover 
herself. I didn't want to see that. 

She saw the look on my face and realized that she was 
sitting there exposed. She quickly pulled her skirt 
back down. I got out and she slid over and stepped out 
behind me.

Larry called out, "Chase! Brad! Get over here!"

I looked up and noticed two teenage boys coming out of 
the garage. Their eyes went to my mother and then to me 
and they stared at us rudely as they hurried out to see 
what their father wanted. I don't think that they even 
saw our faces! They openly ogled our figures through 
the tiny dresses we wore.

He introduced us to his two older sons, Chase was the 
sixteen year old and Brad the fourteen year old. They 
said hello, but they stared at our breasts the entire 
time. I had forgotten that my breasts were so openly 
displayed by this nearly sheer dress. Not much of my 
legs was covered either. 

Larry ordered the boys to get our things out of the 
back seat and take them upstairs. He told them to take 
everything to his room and he would sort them out 
upstairs. The boys grabbed our bags and took off and 
Larry led us inside and gave us a tour of the house. It 
was a freaking mansion! The backyard was huge and so 
was the pool that took up a large part of it. It was 
big enough to be a public swimming pool! It was pretty 
though, not just a square pool. It was curved and had a 
little lagoon and an island in the middle. It looked 
like something you might see in an ad for a fancy 
tropical resort. 

After touring the downstairs and the backyard Larry led 
us up the winding staircase to the second floor. I was 
led to my room and I may have been sold into slavery, 
but damn! My bedroom was bigger than the living room in 
our old house had been! I even had my own bathroom! The 
furniture was right out of a magazine and the carpet 
felt like it was ankle deep. 

We went down the hall to Larry's bedroom, the master 
bedroom. It was a suite. Mom's closet was almost as 
large as my bedroom down the hall. The bedroom was huge 
and had a sitting room and a set of French doors that 
opened out onto a nice sized deck overlooking the pool. 
Their bathroom was almost large enough to turn a car 
around in. It had a huge walk-in shower and a fancy 
Jacuzzi tub and a separate room for the toilet and 
bidet. There was marble and ceramic tile everywhere you 
looked. 

We went back out into the bedroom and separated our 
suitcases. I took my bags to my room and while I was 
unpacking the few things that I had been allowed to 
bring with me from our apartment Larry came in with the 
clothes that he had bought for me today. 

He handed me the bags and said, "Put one of the bathing 
suits on and come down to the pool. There will be a lot 
of rules for you to obey while you are here. I won't 
give them to you all at once. You would forget and then 
I would have to punish you. The first ones are obvious. 
You do what you are told when you are told to do it. No 
begging, no pleading, no nothing. You just do it. If 
you ever say no to me it better be the right answer. If 
you refuse to do something then you will be severely 
punished. I don't even tolerate that from my sons, and 
they aren't slaves."

"Now, the next two rules are that you never, ever, 
close your bedroom door and you never, ever, close your 
bathroom door. That seems pretty cut and dried. Do you 
have any questions?"

'Why me' came to mind, but I knew that would be a waste 
of breath. I just said, "No sir."

He smiled and said, "Good girl. Go ahead and change 
now. Don't dawdle. I'm looking forward to seeing you in 
one of those new suits."

I stared at the doorway after Larry left my room. The 
house seemed quiet now and there was not a lot of 
traffic in the hallway. But I had seen the way that 
Chase and Brad had stared at my mother and me when we 
arrived. I lived in a house with a man and his three 
teenage sons and I was not permitted to close my door! 
I stood like that, almost in a trance as I tried to 
wrap my mind around my new reality. I found myself 
spending a lot of my time in the last hour or so 
feeling like crying, but struggling desperately not to.

I finally forced myself to turn around and empty the 
plastic bag from Sweet Nothings out on my bed. I set my 
new panties aside in a small pile, a very small pile. I 
laid my new super-sexy sleepwear aside. That left the 
two bathing suits. Yes, I was sure that Larry was 
looking forward to seeing me in one of these!

I had seen Larry pick the suits up from the display and 
I knew that they were small and revealing. It turns out 
I had been pretty clueless. They were not just tiny. 
They were totally sheer. The three little patches of 
cloth would just barely cover my nipples and the narrow 
slit of my pussy. And I have very small nipples. 
Everything else was just string.

I held up the degrading little suit and I realized that 
I would have to shave my pubic hair off. I grabbed the 
small bag with my toiletries and went over to the door 
and looked out. I saw no one around in the hallway and 
I grabbed one of the suits and went into my bathroom. I 
got out my razor and a pair of scissors and laid 
everything out on the sink counter. 

I was just starting to unbutton the short row of 
buttons down the front of my dress when I heard a noise 
and looked up. I nearly screamed when I saw Chase 
standing in my bathroom door grinning like an idiot, a 
malevolent idiot.

I stopped what I was doing and waited to see what he 
wanted. He said, "Don't stop what you're doing. You 
need to get out there before dad starts getting 
impatient. Trust me. You really don't want to piss him 
off. He's a big fan of corporal punishment."

I didn't know what to do. Did I really have to undress 
and shave my pubic hair off with this boy watching me?! 
I realized that was the point of not being able to 
close my doors. It was all about exposing me, 
humiliating me and making me feel vulnerable. It was 
working very well.

I didn't want to do it. I knew it would make me seem 
even weaker and more vulnerable, but I couldn't help 
it. I desperately didn't want to do this. I had to 
appeal to him. "Please Chase, this is so embarrassing. 
Couldn't you let me…?" I couldn't finish. My voice 
trailed off and I forced myself to look up. I saw the 
look on his face and I knew I was wasting my breath.

He knew how hard this was for me. I could see it 
written all over his face. He was really enjoying it 
too. I realized that my pleas just increased his 
pleasure. I knew that he was right though. I didn't 
dare "dawdle". Larry was waiting to see me in what 
little there was of my new suit.

I looked down and returned to unbuttoning my dress. It 
didn't take nearly long enough and all too soon I was 
holding the two sides together and trying to find the 
courage to take it off. I could feel his eyes on me. He 
wasn't standing that close to me but it seemed like I 
could almost feel the heat from his body. I knew that 
he could outlast me. I even suspected that he was 
enjoying the suspense and my humiliation as much as he 
was going to enjoy my nudity. I took one more deep 
breath and slowly pulled the sides of my dress apart 
and slid it off of my shoulders in one slow motion. 

I heard his breath catch as I bared my breasts. I tried 
to ignore him. His quiet whistle of appreciation didn't 
help. I dropped my dress on the counter beside me and 
he said, "Nice tits!"

I ignored him and contemplated my next task. I was 
about to have to remove my panties in front of a boy 
for the first time. As if that wasn't humiliating 
enough, I was pretty sure that he would be watching as 
I shaved myself. That seemed like a terribly intimate 
thing to do in front of a boy.

I was still struggling with the concept of removing my 
panties when he said, "I said, nice tits."

I looked up at him. I tried not to see the large bulge 
in his trunks. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to slam 
the door in his face. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. 
He was staring at me with a smug arrogant look on his 
face, very much like his father. I guess we both knew I 
was going to lose the battle. I was at the bottom of 
the food chain in this house.

I finally said, "Thank you," in a voice that was almost 
a whisper. My voice broke and I found myself struggling 
not to cry again. For some reason I didn't want them to 
see me cry. It couldn't have been pride. I didn't have 
much of that left.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and 
pushed them down and stepped out of them. I hated it 
that my hands were shaking so obviously. I tried to 
ignore Chase as I spread a towel out on the toilet and 
sat on it. I used the scissors to cut my pubic hair 
down to stubble. I was a blonde and my hair was thin 
and light and had only recently started growing out so 
that I thought I looked like an adult. I kept it 
trimmed neatly, up until now. I had never even thought 
about cutting it all off though. I was not happy about 
what I was having to do in order to wear a bathing suit 
that I didn't want to wear.

While I was working on my pubic hair Chase finally 
stepped into the room with me and bent over for a 
closer look. He still had that arrogant grin on his 
face. He looked at my pussy closely for a moment and 
said, "Nice cunt too. Dad said you were still a virgin. 
Is that right?"

I was just finishing up with the scissors and when he 
spoke I wanted to drive them right into his face. I had 
hated that word from the first time that I had heard 
it. It was so demeaning. But then I realized how stupid 
that was under these circumstances. My mother had sold 
me to these people. She had sold them my cunt. I was 
trying very hard not to hate her for this. I know that 
she was trapped. I couldn't help thinking though that 
other people were poor and they didn't sell their 
daughters. They didn't sell their daughter's cunts. 
Damn her! 

I had to ask Chase to move so that I could get my razor 
and the shaving gel. He backed up a little and 
straightened up while I stood and dampened a cloth with 
warm water. I grabbed my razor and the can of shaving 
gel and sat back down on the towel. I dampened the 
remaining stubble and set the cloth aside. I reached 
for the gel but Chase stopped me. 

"Here, let me help you with that," he said. 

Before I could react he had squirted some of the gel 
onto his fingertips and he began to spread it over my 
pubic mound. I gasped and jumped as if he had touched 
me with a live wire. Because that was how it felt. 

For the first time in my life a boy was touching my 
pussy. It was being done against my will, but that 
didn't matter. The feeling was still electric. I fought 
desperately to remain calm as he moved his fingers over 
me. He wasn't looking at my face though. He was staring 
at my pussy and I realized suddenly that despite his 
smug, arrogant demeanor, he had not had all that much 
experience with the opposite sex either. He may not be 
a virgin, but he obviously had not seen or touched a 
lot of naked girls.

That realization didn't make it any easier for me to be 
naked in front of him. For some reason though, I wasn't 
as afraid of him once I realized he wasn't all that 
experienced.

Chase rubbed the gel over me for much longer than was 
necessary. When he finally moved his hand away I 
managed to take a couple of deep breaths and steady my 
nerves before I began moving the razor over my mound. 
It was hard to concentrate with his face just inches 
from my crotch as I worked. Once I finally got started 
though, it didn't take long and soon my pussy was 
totally bald. 

I used the damp cloth to wipe off the residue of the 
gel and just before I closed my legs and stood up he 
moved his hand over the area again. He smiled up at me 
and said, "Nice job. Smooth and sexy, I like it. Dad is 
going to love it too."

I thought, "Great! They both like little girls!" That 
was what I looked like now. But there was nothing that 
I could say to him. I didn't want to make him mad.

I closed my legs and stood up. Chase stepped back and 
watched as I struggled with that tiny suit to cover 
what little area it would actually cover. Once I had it 
on and the strings adjusted and tied I looked in the 
mirror and realized that all that it actually did was 
emphasize the areas that were supposed to be covered. 
They just added a little color and called attention to 
my nipples and my slit. It was totally obscene!

Chase was enjoying the hell out of it though. He 
watched my every move and when I was done and staring 
at myself in the mirror he stepped up behind me and I 
felt his hand slide down over my ass. He stood staring 
at me in the mirror and said, "God you are hot! I don't 
know how a girl that looks like you stayed a virgin for 
so long."

He turned me around and looked at me closer. He even 
bent down and looked at the tiny strip of sheer cloth 
over my pussy and then he straightened up and said, 
"You act like you hate this."

"Of course I hate this!" I exclaimed. How could he 
think anything else?!

He grinned that increasingly irritating grin of his and 
asked, "If you hate this so much, why is your pussy 
wet?"

I didn't even have the nerve to look. If he was telling 
the truth I didn't want to know it. I put my shaving 
gear away and folded up the towel until I could dispose 
of my pubic hair. I went out into my bedroom and put my 
sandals on. As I moved around I could feel his eyes on 
my butt.

I knew that I was now a sex slave. I don't mean that I 
had accepted it, or that I was resigned to my fate. At 
least I wasn't yet. I was obeying orders though. I was 
doing things and allowing things to be done to me that 
I could not have conceived of twenty-four hours ago.

I was pretty sure that Chase and his brothers were 
going to be in on the fun and games. I wondered how 
long it would be before Chase could come into my room 
and demand that I have sex with him. I knew he wanted 
it. I could not help noticing that large bulge that he 
didn't try to hide. I had to assume that his father was 
saving me for himself. At least until he had taken my 
virginity. I shivered in fear as that thought occurred 
to me and then I headed down to the pool. 

I walked down the carpeted hallway to the stairs on 
shaky legs. I felt so naked and so vulnerable. I had 
just spent close to half an hour exposed and humiliated 
by a boy. Not just a boy, a boy my age that I now lived 
with and who had the power to order me around. It just 
seemed like I had been short of breath since this 
morning. Everything was happening so fast! And 
everything that was happening was awful.

I walked down the stairs with Chase following closely. 
When we got to the bottom of the stairs he came closer 
and put his hand on my ass as I walked towards the door 
to the backyard. I tried to ignore him. What else could 
I do? 

I had assumed that when I got outside things would 
quickly go from bad to worse. Even so, I wasn't 
prepared for what I saw when I opened the door and 
stepped out onto the patio. I came to a sudden stop and 
stood staring at my mother not fifteen feet from me. 
She was wearing a suit that was identical to the one I 
was wearing except that mine was bright red. Hers was 
hot pink. I don't know what they had been doing to her 
before I came out. Her bra, if you can call those two 
little patches of sheer material a bra, was up around 
her neck and her little thong was hanging by one string 
around her right thigh. 

She was down on her knees between the legs of Larry's 
youngest son and she had his cock in her mouth. Just as 
Chase and I stepped outside the fourteen year old, 
Brad, was sidling up behind my mother and was about to 
put his cock into her from behind. I watched in shame 
and disbelief as she ignored Brad and continued to suck 
on the youngest boy's cock.

I doubt if any normal teenager, boy or girl, thinks of 
their mother as a sexual being. Seeing my mother like 
this was unimaginable to me. I knew this was rape. I 
knew that she was being forced to do these things. I 
just didn't know if that made it better or worse.

Larry called me over to where he was sitting so that he 
could inspect my new suit. I was grateful to be 
distracted from the sexual tableau being played out in 
front of me and I gave them a wide birth as I walked 
around them and made my way reluctantly over to where 
Larry sat leering at me.

I stopped in front of him and he looked me over for a 
moment. When he had explored my all but naked body with 
his eyes for long enough he said, "Beautiful! Come over 
here and sit down."

He pulled me into his lap and one of his large but 
surprisingly soft hands engulfed my breast as he held 
me on his lumpy lap. He explained, "That boy that your 
mom is sucking off is my youngest, Kevin. He is 
thirteen, but as you can see from time to time, he is 
pretty well developed for his age. This is his first 
blowjob though, so it probably won't last long."

I had managed to look away from my mother's rape at the 
hands of Larry's two youngest boys. Larry insisted that 
I keep watching though. It was the first time that I 
had seen a naked penis or an actual sex act and I was 
having trouble figuring out my reaction. I seemed to be 
fascinated, but repulsed, all at the same time! 

Larry's hand on my breast wasn't helping. He pulled the 
tiny bra up so that it hung down from my neck just like 
my mother's was. He teased my breasts for a long time 
before he began to lightly toy with my nipples. I 
wanted desperately to hate what he was doing. I 
certainly found it degrading that I was forced to allow 
this old man to use me this way. I was feeling more 
than embarrassment though. I was so excited at being 
touched by a man's hand that I was having difficulty 
catching my breath. 

I was surrounded by horny males and the sight of my 
mother sucking a cock and getting fucked and I felt a 
man's hands on my breasts for the first time and it was 
all so overwhelming. 

It turns out that things were just getting started. I 
hadn't seen anything yet. Kevin had apparently just cum 
in my mother's mouth and he pushed her head away and 
said, "Son of a bitch dad! That was fantastic!"

Larry laughed softly and said, "There are going to be 
plenty more where that came from Kevin. Now get up and 
let Chase sit down."

I saw my mother glance over at us and I saw that she 
was crying softly. She held on to the arm of Kevin's 
chair for balance because Brad was still pumping into 
her from behind. I watched her breasts swaying in time 
to his strokes for a second, but then I was distracted 
by Chase when he moved closer and slid his trunks down. 
I gasped as his hard cock came into view. I had seen it 
pressing against his trunks when he was tormenting me 
upstairs and I knew that it was pretty large. I was 
still unprepared for what I saw. 

Judging from the gasp that my mother let out, she was 
surprised too. Chase's cock was only the second one I 
had seen. And since Kevin was only thirteen I guess 
that it isn't a fair comparison. But it seemed awfully 
large from where I was sitting.

I watched as Chase sat down and my mother leaned back 
down and began licking his cock and his balls for a 
moment before she started sucking him with what seemed 
like a lot of enthusiasm to me.

While I was watching my mother service Chase and Brad, 
Larry had continued to move his hands over my body. He 
reached over and untied the string on my hip and the 
tiny little patch that was supposed to be covering my 
slit fell loosely against my thigh. I jumped as his 
finger slid up and down my slit and I was embarrassed 
at how wet I was. 

He slid his finger inside me, moving slowly and gently 
deeper into my virgin pussy. I hated him and I hated 
that I had to submit to this treatment, but there was 
no denying how exciting it felt to have a man's finger 
inside of me. I was startled to realize that my eyes 
were closed and my head was lolling back against his 
shoulder as his finger slowly penetrated me. 

I wondered if he was going to tear my hymen with his 
finger and I realized that at that moment I wasn't as 
worried about it as I should have been. He didn't 
though. I felt his finger come into contact with it and 
stop. 

He said, "I'll be damned," under his breath and pulled 
his finger back a fraction of an inch. He left his 
finger inside of me and began to tickle my clit with 
his thumb and I couldn't fight it any longer. I was 
getting closer and closer to orgasm. He must have been 
watching me because just as I was about to cum he 
stopped.

I cried out as the feeling started to fade and after a 
pause he started again. He brought me right to the 
brink of orgasm twice more and each time he stopped 
before I could cum. I was about to start screaming at 
him to let me cum but before I could he started talking 
softly in my ear. 

He ordered me to open my eyes and he said, "Look over 
there at your mother. Do you know why she is doing 
that?"

I was still panting but I managed to choke out, 
"Because she doesn't have a choice."

Larry said, "Well, she has a choice. She has no good 
choices. She has decided that this is the path of least 
resistance. But your mother and I have made a deal. The 
reason she is sucking Chase's cock so enthusiastically 
right now is that she has agreed to do anything and 
everything my son's and I tell her to do until you 
graduate from college. In return, I have promised to 
put you through the college of your choice and allow 
you to keep your virginity."

"That doesn't mean you get a free ride," he continued. 
"Your mother is going to help you learn how to suck 
cocks. You will suck any cock on demand as long as you 
live here. You will allow anything that me, or my sons, 
or anyone else that we give permission to, wants to do 
to you. You will permit anyone to look at you, to 
undress you, to touch you, or to make you perform any 
act short of giving up your virginity."

"If either you or your mother refuses to obey any order 
between now and the time you graduate from college then 
all bets are off and there will be no more limits. That 
bargain is subject to your approval. If you don't wish 
to be a party to it then our agreement is cancelled. 
It's up to you now. Do you agree to the terms of that 
agreement?"

As he had explained the terms of the deal he had 
reached with my mother, his finger had continued to 
delve into my pussy and his thumb was again tickling my 
clit. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to have 
an orgasm and if I had to get fucked and lose my 
virginity to get it then I was just about willing. Just 
about, but not quite. 

I didn't even really have to think about it. I was at 
his mercy anyway. I hardly hesitated at all before 
saying, "Yes! I agree! Please, please I need to cum!"

I hadn't really thought about what I was agreeing to. 
My brain was pretty fogged up right then. But again, it 
didn't really matter. He could just as easily rape me 
for the next two years and then toss me out in the 
street.

That was the last thing on my mind at that moment 
though. He finally allowed that giant orgasm that had 
been building up to happen. It was the most exciting 
thing that had every happened to me. I had masturbated 
before, and I liked it. But it had never been like 
this! I cried out loudly as my body went rigid and wave 
after wave of pleasure washed over me. It went on and 
on and finally I went limp in his lap and shivered and 
sobbed quietly.

He let me get my breath and then he said, "See, it 
won't be all bad. Now stand up and take that suit off. 
From now on we'll save it for when we have company 
over."

I struggled to my feet and after a moment I untied the 
strings that held the suit together. It didn't cover 
anything anyway. Not even when it was in place. I 
wadded it up and tossed it on a nearby table and Larry 
said, "You are a lovely young thing. This is going to 
be a difficult bargain to keep. I would dearly love to 
fuck you. Now, go over to that cooler over there and 
bring me back a beer."

I spotted the cooler he was talking about and walked 
unsteadily over to it and pulled out a beer. I had been 
so dazed that I didn't even notice until I was on my 
way back that my mother was sucking Kevin off again. I 
handed Larry his beer and he said, "Go over there and 
kneel down on the other side of your mother and watch 
closely what she does. It won't be long before you will 
be doing it. Your mother obviously isn't an expert 
either, but it's a place to start."

I was just starting to get the full use of my senses 
back. I walked over to where my mother was sucking off 
a thirteen year old boy who was about to become my 
stepbrother and Brad came up behind me and dropped a 
cushion beside the chair for me to kneel on. I nodded 
my thanks, but he was staring at my naked body so hard 
that he barely noticed.

This was the second time around for Kevin and I would 
have expected it to take longer. I guess if you are 
thirteen and getting your second blowjob it still 
doesn't take very long, even if your new stepmother-to-
be isn't an expert cocksucker.

I had just dropped to my knees when Kevin stiffened up 
and swore softly. I had time to see my mother take his 
cock into her mouth a few more times before Kevin 
lifted his hips and I saw my mother struggling to 
swallow as he came in her mouth.

She held his cock in her mouth a little longer, until 
he gently pushed her head away again. I saw his cock 
close-up for the first time. It had started to go soft, 
but it was still nearly erect. It wasn't all that big I 
guess. It looked like it may have been just barely five 
inches long, maybe a little less. It wasn't very big 
around either. It was much smaller than Chase's cock. 
Still, I had no desire to put this cock or any other in 
my mouth. Not ever. I knew girls did that sort of 
thing. Most girls did it I suppose. It seemed to me to 
be a particularly nasty thing to do. I mean, Christ! 
They pee out of that thing!

Mom couldn't look at me. The tears had stopped flowing 
but it was obvious that she had been crying, a lot. It 
was also obvious that they didn't care. Or if they did 
care they were getting a kick out of it. All four of 
them seemed to be in a very good mood, excited at their 
sudden good fortune, especially the boys who had just 
gone from a life of desperate horniness to having an 
abundance of free pussy in their own home on a 
permanent basis.

Now that I was close to her I could smell the cum. I 
know that at least two of the boys had taken her from 
behind. I assumed that was what I smelled. It was a 
strong, bleachy scent. I guess it was a little 
unpleasant, but I couldn't help thinking that it would 
be better to have that stuff running down your thigh 
than have to swallow it.

Then I remembered what Larry had said. I would be 
required to give them all blowjobs any time that they 
wanted them. Didn't he also say that there would be 
others? I think he did. Maybe being a virgin wasn't all 
that important. I realized though that even if we 
didn't have that arrangement to preserve my virginity I 
would still be forced to suck them off whenever they 
wanted. I guess I should be grateful for what I could 
get from them.

Brad was seated in front of mom now and I looked at his 
cock. It was soft now, but slimy. I remembered watching 
him take my mother from behind just a few minutes ago 
and it was apparent that he had not cleaned himself 
off. His cock was really disgusting. It was also larger 
soft than Kevin's was when it was hard.

I watched my mother lean forward to take Brad's cock 
into her mouth. She looked like she was going to be 
sick, and I felt the same way. Brad stopped her before 
she got her mouth on his cock though. He reached out 
and put his hand on her forehead and said, "Hold on 
mom." The way that he said mom made it sound like a 
dirty word. 

She looked up at him and he said, "I want my new sister 
to get that ready for you?"

I knew that I was going to be sick now! He grinned at 
me and said, "Don't worry Sara. You don't have to suck 
it this time. I want you to take it in your hand and 
make it nice and hard for our mother. She has already 
sucked me off once and I just fucked her a few minutes 
ago. So it may take a little effort. But you are one 
hot little bitch and I'm pretty sure that you can do 
it. Move over here a little closer so I can play with 
your tits while you play with my cock."

He turned back to mom and in a sickly sweet and very 
sincere tone of voice he asked, "You don't mind if my 
new sister gets me hard so you can blow me again do you 
mom? You must be getting pretty tired by now."

I reached out my hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers 
around his soft cock. It was the first cock that I had 
every touched. It was wet and sticky and the idea that 
the moisture I felt was a combination of the moisture 
from my mother's vagina and a boys cum was nearly 
making me ill. I noticed that mom had tears running 
down her cheeks again. I really, really didn't want to 
touch Brad like this. But I couldn't help noticing how 
hot and how soft his cock felt. I moved my hand 
slightly and his cock twitched. 

Brad said, "Karen, I mean mom, show Sara how to make my 
cock feel good. She has probably never seen one before 
and could use a little motherly advice." I couldn't 
help thinking, "What a fucking creep!"

My mother reached out and wrapped her hand around mine 
and began moving it slowly up and down while Brad began 
teasing my nipples. His cock started growing in my hand 
and it felt really weird, but not as weird has having 
your mother guide your hand up and down on some guys 
cock!

He must have really liked the idea of a mother and 
daughter working on his cock because it quickly got 
hard again. His cock was nearly as large as his older 
brother's and after a few minutes, when he told my 
mother to go ahead and start sucking him off again, she 
was having a difficult time of it. If she had sucked 
him off earlier then this must be her fifth blowjob in 
the short time that we had been here. I imagine that 
her jaw must have been getting pretty tired.

I continued to watch. I knew that was what Larry wanted 
to see. He liked the idea of me down here beside them, 
watching my mom sucking his sons off. I was interrupted 
by Chase though. I felt a tap on my head and I looked 
up to see him standing slightly behind me. 

He said, "I'm going to fuck your mother now sis. I want 
you to suck my cock for a minute to get me ready to put 
it in her cunt."

I knew that he was being gross on purpose. I wasn't as 
put out by his words as I was by the idea that I was 
about to take a boy's cock into my mouth for the first 
time, with an audience!

I turned my body towards Chase and looked at his cock. 
It was reasonably clean. I had watched my mother suck 
it just a few minutes ago. There was something on the 
head of it. A few flakes of what I assumed was dried 
cum. His cock was still soft and hanging down limply, 
but it seemed nearly as large when it was soft as it 
had been when I saw it hard earlier.

I swallowed nervously and licked my lips. I started to 
lean closer reluctantly when I saw his cock twitch. I 
paused, but then I leaned down and opened my mouth, 
prepared to take the end of his nasty cock into my 
mouth.

Before my lips closed around him though, he stopped me. 
"Kiss it first, sis. Kiss my cock and my balls, and 
then lick me. Then you can suck it for a couple of 
minutes. Have you ever sucked a cock before sis?"

I wish that he would stop calling me sis. He used that 
same derogatory tone of voice that they used when they 
called my mother 'mom'. They were just trying to 
degrade us. I shook my head violently in answer to his 
question. I said, "No, I've never done anything 
before," and then I leaned forward and kissed his cock. 

It felt very hot on my lips. It was soft and warm and 
it twitched again when I touched my lips to it. I tried 
not to think about what I was doing. I moved my lips 
all around, kissing his cock and his balls and when I 
had covered them with kisses I began to lick.

It wasn't so bad I guess. There was no unpleasant taste 
and except for the traces of dried cum on the tip of 
his cock he seemed to be clean. His cock began to grow, 
slowly at first, but then rather quickly and soon it 
was hard. It seemed even larger, right in my face like 
this. I was not looking forward to putting it in my 
mouth. 

He was though, and he quickly had enough of my licking. 
He let me work at him for another minute and then he 
said, "Okay sis, suck it now."

I moaned in fear as I realized that the moment I had 
been dreading was finally here. I licked my lips again 
and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I knew 
that I was doing a terrible job of it, but it was my 
first time and I was terrified.

Chase just watched me. He didn't say anything or 
correct the things that I was doing wrong. He didn't 
hold my head the way he had when my mother sucked him 
off a little while ago. He just watched me struggle to 
please him.

I began taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. 
I had never done it before, but I was vaguely aware of 
the concept. I was only able to take about half of his 
cock into my mouth before I started gagging 
uncontrollably. 

He turned to Larry and said, "Shit dad, I know it's her 
first time, but damn! She doesn't suck cock worth a 
shit. I hope she's a fast learner. Maybe I should bring 
the football team over after school and give her a 
couple hours of practice."

Larry chuckled and said, "Not right away Chase. Let's 
see if we can teach her something first. You don't want 
to be embarrassed in front of your friends do you?"

Chase pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Turn 
back around and pay attention to what your mother is 
doing. Get a fucking clue, bitch!"

I was fighting not to cry now. My eyes were blurring 
from the tears forming, but I didn't want them to see 
me cry. I don't even know why. I just didn't want to be 
weak in front of them.

Chase moved behind my mother and she adjusted her 
position so that he could get between her legs. I 
watched him as he dropped to his knees and then he 
looked over at me and said, "Come over here sis. I want 
you to line my cock up with mom's cunt so I can fuck 
her."

I groaned in humiliation, or was it desperation, and 
moved into position to obey him. I looked at my 
mother's pussy. I could see the liquid that had oozed 
out of her and run down her thighs. The smell was 
stronger back here and it was very unpleasant. 

I felt a few tears run down my cheeks despite my 
resolve to not let them see me cry. I ignored the tears 
and wrapped my fingers around Chase's hard cock and 
carefully pulled it down into position at my mother's 
opening. 

As soon as I had it positioned he pushed his hips 
forward and I watched the head of his cock disappear 
into my mother's pussy. I watched as inch after inch of 
his long, fat cock disappeared inside of her and then I 
moved back to watch as my mother finished sucking 
Brad's cock.

Chase grabbed her hips and started fucking her 
violently and with each thrust she was grunting loudly 
and her mouth was being forced farther and farther down 
on Brad's cock. I could see that she was fighting to 
limit how much of it entered her mouth but even though 
they were just teenage boys they were both larger and 
stronger than her and she was being tossed around like 
a ragdoll between them. 

I watched in amazement as on one particularly violent 
stroke Brad's cock slipped past the entrance to my 
mother's throat and suddenly her lips were wrapped 
around the base of his cock. 

She struggled to pull back but Brad held her tight and 
moaned in pleasure. I saw him tense up and he swore 
loudly and I knew that he was cumming straight down my 
mother's throat. 

I watched as her struggles diminished. At first I was 
afraid that they were killing her but I realized that 
she wasn't fighting for air, she could breathe. She was 
just trying to free herself. 

I heard Larry laugh and say, "That's more like it cunt! 
That's what I want to see from now on. Are you watching 
this Sara? That's the way to suck a cock!"

He is going to make me do that! Oh god. I'm pretty sure 
I won't ever be able to do that!

Brad finally let go of her head and my mom pulled away 
from him. She was gasping and gagging and she really 
looked like she was about to be sick. It didn't bother 
Chase though. He just kept pounding into her from 
behind. 

In another moment or two he said, "Since you don't have 
anything to watch anymore sis, get your pretty ass over 
here and tickle my balls while I fuck mom. I'll cum 
faster. She is probably getting pretty tired by now. 
She's been out here fucking and sucking cocks for over 
an hour now."

I edged closer to Chase and then I leaned over to look 
at his balls as they swung back and forth in time to 
his violent strokes. He took his hand away from my 
mother's hip and reached down between my legs and 
tickled the space between them and said, "Right there, 
rub me lightly right there while I fuck her."

I jumped when his finger touched me, but I could see 
why he wanted me to touch him like that. It felt kind 
of nice. I reached down between his thighs and wrested 
my hand against the crack of his sweaty butt. I 
struggled to keep up with him as he returned to fucking 
my mother. 

I had just gotten used to following Chase's movements 
with my hand when Kevin came over and got down on the 
other side of me and began exploring my body. He played 
with my breasts for a minute and then he turned to 
Larry and said, "I like her tits better dad. They ain't 
as big, but I like them."

Brad grinned and said, "Yeah, she's pretty hot. It's a 
damned shame we can't fuck her. But I guess once she 
learns to suck a cock as good as her mom does she'll be 
worth keeping around. She is fun to look at though."

Just then Chase muttered, "Aw fuck!" and he got all 
twitchy and then he tensed up and pounded viciously 
into my mother a couple more times before he stopped 
and shivered and I knew that he was shooting more cum 
into my mother.

They finally let my mom rest after that. The boys all 
went over and used the outside shower one at a time and 
then Larry told my mom to rinse off. 

My mom got up and for the first time I saw that she too 
had been forced to shave her pubic hair off. It looked 
obscene, just like mine did now. 

After she rinsed off she dried herself and then she 
went inside to use the bathroom. While she was gone I 
ended up back in Larry's lap with his hand on my pussy. 

My mother came back out several minutes later and Larry 
was gracious enough to offer her a cold beer. She 
glanced down at his fingers playing with my pussy and I 
saw the pain in her eyes. She didn't say anything 
though. She looked around and spotted the cooler and 
went over and got a beer and came back and sat down at 
the table with us.

No one spoke for a while. The boys had gone into the 
pool and were horsing around and bragging loudly about 
their recent sexual exploits. I had the impression that 
it had been the first time for the two youngest boys. 
Chase was being kind of cagey though and I wasn't sure 
if it had been his first time or not. I didn't think it 
was though.

Larry listened to them proudly for a moment and then he 
turned to mom and said, "I guess you're having a hard 
day Karen. I imagine they'll be kind of rough on you 
for a week or two, you and Sara both. But once the 
novelty wears off it probably won't be so bad."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "On the 
other hand, they are teenage boys. It is a pretty horny 
time in their lives. But I'm sure you'll learn to cope. 
It's only sex."

He spoke to me then. "Sara, you may have noticed that 
they have pretty much left you alone. Well, at least 
you haven't had to actually suck them off yet. You can 
thank me for that. I wanted to get your first blowjob. 
Don't worry. I don't expect much from you. But I expect 
you to try. To be honest, the idea of a beautiful 
sixteen your old girl sucking my cock is irresistible. 
I have been walking around with a hard on since I saw 
your picture on your mother's desk. That pretty face 
and those pouty lips and your innocence are 
irresistible. I am going to enjoy the hell out of this 
even if you can't suck a cock worth a shit. I think 
I've shown remarkable willpower today, but I don't 
think I can wait any longer. So why don't we go ahead 
and get this over with?"

Larry took his hand off of my pussy and helped me to my 
feet. I stepped back and he stood up and ordered me to 
take his trunks off. I was scared, but after everything 
that had already happened to me today this kind of 
thing was getting easier. Not easy certainly. But I had 
been stripped in public in a lingerie store. I had been 
forced to undress and shave my pussy in front of my new 
stepbrother. And worst of all I had spent the last hour 
and a half either watching these three boys raping my 
mother or actually helping them do it. I didn't want to 
do this. Not any of this. It was humiliating. But the 
things that they made me do were becoming just one 
degrading and humiliating act after another. I don't 
mean to imply that I was getting used to it. I guess I 
was just learning to cope with it.

At least that was what I was trying to tell myself. I 
mean, I was almost getting used to being naked in front 
of this man and his three sons. Not comfortable, but 
used to it. I had been touched all over my body for a 
couple of hours now and I hated the idea that I had no 
choice but to permit it. But it had felt pretty damned 
good sometimes. And I had touched a cock for the first 
time and it hadn't been so bad. I didn't like doing it, 
but the feeling that I got when I touched a naked boy 
was somehow very compelling. I couldn't deny that it 
was exciting on a level that I couldn't control.

My resolve began to fade as soon as I started working 
Larry's trunks down. I struggled to free them from the 
bulge in front and when the head of his large cock 
popped free only inches from my face I suddenly didn't 
feel so confident. It was even larger than Chase's 
cock. And now it was in my face, not my mother's. Up 
until this very moment the concept of taking a cock 
into my mouth and sucking it and allowing him to cum in 
my mouth, these had all been abstracts. Now it was 
about to happen and I was terrified all over again.

I finally managed to slide Larry's trunks down and he 
stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. He 
didn't sit back down right away. He ordered me to 
examine his cock, to get familiar with it. It was only 
inches from my face and I could see every hair and 
every freckle in exquisite detail. I noticed that a 
clear liquid was leaking from the small hole in the 
head of his cock and it looked like it had been leaking 
for quite a while.

I knew about the lubricant that leaked out of man's 
cock, just like the stuff that had been pouring out of 
my pussy most of the afternoon while he and his sons 
had been molesting me. I knew about it. But I had no 
desire to become familiar with it at this point in my 
young life.

Larry called my mother over and soon she was kneeling 
beside me and I saw the look of shame on her face. It 
was tearing her up that I was being forced to do this. 
I suppose that it was even worse because she had to 
help. I couldn't help feeling sorrier for me than I did 
for her though.

My mother took my hands and placed one of them around 
Larry's cock and showed me how to cradle his balls with 
the other. Then she gently pressed against the back of 
my head. I resisted for a second, but I realized it was 
hopeless and I allowed her to guide my lips to the head 
of his cock. 

She began telling me quietly what I would have to do 
and what I could expect to happen. She told me to lick 
the head of his cock and then take it into my mouth. 
She warned me to be careful not to touch him with my 
teeth. She told me how to move my head and my hands.

Just as I began to move my lips down over his cock I 
became aware of his three sons watching eagerly as I 
performed my first blowjob under my mother's guidance. 
I saw the lustful looks on their faces and I also saw 
the tears running down my mother's cheeks. 

That was all I saw before Larry's cock reached the back 
of my throat and I started gagging and my eyes started 
filling with tears. Everything was a blur now, and that 
was better. I didn't want to see all the faces around 
me.

My mother put her arm around my shoulder and talked to 
me quietly. She told me that the gagging was natural 
but that it was a psychological reaction. I just needed 
to calm down. She told me to swallow before I started 
to move my mouth down over his cock and it would fool 
my brain into accepting being touched in the back of my 
throat and I wouldn't gag. 

It took several attempts, but eventually I learned that 
she was right. I couldn't actually swallow with my 
mouth full of that big cock, but making the attempt 
seemed to stop the gagging. Even so I could only get 
about half of his cock into my mouth. He didn't 
complain though. He and his sons just watched me as I 
began moving my head up and down the way my mother was 
instructing me. When I had that motion more or less 
mastered she taught me how to move my hand in a 
coordinated effort and soon I was giving him a passable 
blowjob. 

At least I think I was. He wasn't complaining.

He stopped me after a couple of minutes and sat back 
down in his chair and as soon as he was comfortable he 
told me to get back to work. I moved between his legs 
and returned to doing what I had been doing and my 
mother straightened up and stayed out of the way. 

Larry was apparently every bit as pleased with the 
sight of a sixteen year old girl sucking on his cock as 
he said he would be. I suppose watching my mother 
service his boys for more than an hour had helped to 
turn him on too. I may not be an expert at this, but I 
could tell he was getting close. 

Larry moaned and said, "Just a little faster now Sara."

I was dreading what was about to happen. The concept of 
some strange, vile liquid shooting out of the end of 
his cock and filling my mouth was truly disgusting. My 
mother began talking to me quietly again. She told me 
what to expect, what it would taste like and how to 
handle it when it happened. I am guessing that she was 
just telling me to do the things that he had made her 
do when she sucked his cock since I gathered from their 
earlier remarks that she was no expert cocksucker 
either.

He moaned loudly and I felt him tense up and then he 
almost yelled, "Now you sweet bitch! Fuck! I'm 
cumming!"

I was terrified, but I followed my mother's explicit 
instructions. I moved my lips back up to the head of 
his cock and closed them around the tip while I sped up 
the motion my hand was making up and down the fat 
shaft. Seconds later I felt the hot liquid spewing out 
of the end of his cock and filling my mouth. I gagged 
again as my mouth filled with the slimy, bitter liquid, 
but I held on and forced myself to keep my mouth in 
place over the head of his dick and I continued to 
masturbate him until he reached down and held my hand 
still.

He sighed and then he looked down at me and said, "You 
did a pretty damned good job for a first blowjob you 
sweet little bitch. You are going to be easier to train 
that I thought. Now, I want you to carefully straighten 
up without spilling a drop."

I carefully slid my lips off of the end of his cock and 
he shivered as my lips moved over the head of it. I sat 
up with my mouth still full of his vile sperm and wiped 
the tears from my eyes. 

I could see again and I didn't like what I saw. Not 
just the smug look on Larry's face, but the looks of 
lust on the faces of his sons, and the three brand new 
hard ons, all pointed right at me.

Larry instructed me to use my tongue. He wanted me to 
get familiar with the taste of his cum. I moved the 
liquid around in my mouth with my tongue, exploring the 
taste and the slimy texture. It was not as horrible as 
I feared, but it was still nasty. The flavor was 
unpleasant, but it was the idea of what I had just done 
that really bothered me. 

Larry watched my face as I obeyed his orders and then, 
after a minute or so, he ordered me to kiss my mother 
and share my prize. I looked at him in disbelief for a 
moment, but I guess my mother had been told to expect 
that command. She didn't even hesitate. She leaned 
forward and put her lips to mine and I felt her tongue 
trying to pry open my lips. I started to pull away. The 
idea of what he wanted me to do now was almost as 
disgusting as the blowjob itself! He wanted me to 
French kiss my mother with a load of his cum in my 
mouth! My mother pulled back a little and said, "Please 
baby, we have to do what he says."

She touched her lips to mine again and I still resisted 
when I felt her tongue at my lips. But eventually I 
gave in. I allowed her tongue into my mouth and the 
thought of what we were doing; the idea of how low we 
had sunk in such a short time was almost too much. I 
was crying into my mother's mouth as I began to French 
kiss her. It took a moment for me to realize that she 
was crying too. 

I felt her tongue exploring my mouth and extracting 
some of Larry's cum. Her tongue moved in and out of my 
mouth and finally Larry stopped her and ordered us both 
to swallow. I think that, of all the humiliations that 
had been heaped on us since this morning that this was 
easily the worst, the most degrading thing that I had 
ever done in my life. But as that thought crossed my 
mind I thought, 'so far'. This was just day one. I had 
six more years of sexual servitude to look forward to!

Larry seemed to bask in our horror and shame at what we 
had just done for a few moments. He really enjoyed 
treating us this way. I don't know how long he would 
have gone on staring at us like that if Chase hadn't 
said, "Come on dad!"

Larry chuckled and pulled my mother into his lap. As 
soon as he had her arranged the way he wanted her he 
said, "Okay boys, go ahead and take your turns. But 
don't take too long. It's time for them to get in there 
and start supper."

Chase moved out from behind his father where he had 
been watching me perform my very first blowjob. They 
had been told that they couldn't have me until I had 
sucked Larry off first. Now I was fair game and they 
were impatient to stick their hard cocks in my mouth 
and bathe my tonsils in more loads of hot cum. Chase 
sat down on the cushion where my mother had been 
kneeling beside me and said, "Come on bitch, my turn. 
Suck it."

I turned to face him and looked down at his hard cock. 
It was not that much smaller than his father's. I 
realized that all three of these boys had been having 
sex with my mother all afternoon and they would 
probably last much longer than Larry had. I tried not 
to think about that though as I bent down and did the 
things to Chase that I had just done to his father.

I had just started sucking Chase's cock when I became 
aware of Brad and Kevin kneeling down on either side of 
me. They each began to play with one of my breasts and 
one of them began to play with my pussy. I tried to 
ignore them but that got harder when one of them, I 
couldn't tell which one was doing what at first, stuck 
a moistened finger against my ass and pushed it gently 
but forcefully inside of me. I realized after minute or 
two that it was Brad.

At first it was just annoying. But before very long it 
was starting to feel very good. I hated it. I didn't 
want to enjoy what they were doing. But they kept it up 
and it was becoming a major distraction. Maybe that was 
what Chase was waiting for. I don't know. I just know 
that I was moaning in pleasure as I moved my head up 
and down on his cock when suddenly, just as I was on 
the verge of having an orgasm, Chase put his hand on 
the back of my head and pulled hard. 

I guess we were all amazed when Chase's cock slid right 
down into my throat. I was so shocked that I didn't 
even fight at first. Chase was holding my head down and 
my nose was pressed tightly into his pubic hair. I 
forgot all about my orgasm and began to struggle to 
pull back. He was holding on tight though and he was 
telling me in a loud, forceful voice that I was fine, I 
could breathe. 

I was panicking though and I continued to struggle. 
Right up until one of the other boys suddenly slapped 
my ass with all of his might. Just the sound of his 
hand striking me that hard must have been heard all 
over the neighborhood. 

I screamed around the cock in my mouth and my eyes shot 
open. I was looking right into Chase's face and he told 
me again that all I had to do was relax. I could 
breathe through my nose just fine.

I don't know how he could know that. I had watched him 
with my mother and she had not taken him down her 
throat. I stopped struggling though and much to my 
surprise I actually could breathe! Not without 
difficulty. My airway was constricted by the large slab 
of meat which had been forced into my throat. I was 
able to take short panting breaths though.

I felt the hand that had slapped my ass return to my 
rectum and begin to probe again. As Brad's finger 
wormed it's way back into my ass Chase said, "Just 
relax for a minute and get used to it. Once you get 
used to it you can to it on your own. It won't be so 
bad then. 

He finally moved his hand away from the back of my head 
and I tried to relax a little more and get used to the 
feeling of that big piece of meat stabbing down my 
throat. At first I had trouble convincing myself that I 
wasn't going to choke and that I could breathe. But I 
gradually began to get distracted by the fingers again 
and I was sobbing quietly, though I don't know if it 
was despair or pity or, god forbid, desire. No, I may 
have been getting some pleasant sensations from the 
fingers on my breasts, but I wasn't feeling desire.

I have no idea how much time passed before Chase said, 
"Okay cunt, keep your hands on my thighs and start 
sucking me off again. I want to feel my cock going down 
your throat on every stroke from now on."

I gingerly pulled my head up, drawing his large shaft 
through my lips until only the head of his cock 
remained in my mouth. I took a deep breath and started 
sliding my lips and tongue back down his shaft. When 
the head of his cock struck the back of my throat it 
stopped. It wouldn't go down at first and the pain in 
my throat from making the effort was making me cry 
harder. 

I expected him to grab my head and force it again but 
suddenly it went past that barrier and slid down my 
throat. I think I was more surprised than anyone else 
when it went. 

I pulled back once my lips reached the base of his cock 
and then repeated the process. Each down stroke was an 
ordeal. It became easier, but no less painful, at least 
not until very near the end when my throat started 
getting numb. 

I never regained that pleasant feeling that I had 
gotten from the fingers in my pussy. The shame and the 
pain and the disgust I felt made it impossible. Even 
though he was really turned on by what I was doing it 
took him a long time to cum. I was exhausted by the 
time I heard him say, "Okay cunt. I'm getting close. 
Pay attention, I don't want to shoot down your throat. 
I want you to enjoy it, savor the taste. Get ready 
bitch!"

I made one more stroke with my mouth and then I knew it 
was happening. I pulled my mouth back to the head like 
I had done for his father and began to beat him off 
with my hand as he shot his cum in my mouth. It was 
nowhere near as much as his father had filled my mouth 
with. It didn't feel like it was much more than a 
tablespoon if that. I guess he had shot so much cum 
into my mother this afternoon that this was all that he 
had left.

I waited until he was done and then I sat up and 
compared the taste to the taste of his father's cum. 
Chase's cum had a much milder flavor. It wasn't 
pleasant. But it wasn't nearly as strong and bleachy as 
his father's had been.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I tasted his cum for a 
moment and then swallowed. After what I had just gone 
through, swallowing was pretty painful, but if I had to 
choose between swallowing and holding it in my mouth I 
was going to go with swallowing.

Chase caught his breath for a moment and then he 
struggled to his feet. As soon as he moved away his 
place was taken immediately by Brad. 

Brad didn't say anything. I guess he didn't need to. I 
knew what was expected of me. His cock was marginally 
smaller than Chase's was. So I hoped that it wouldn't 
hurt as bad when it went down my throat.

I leaned back down and after licking and kissing his 
cock and his balls I took his cock in my mouth and went 
to work. My throat was already very sore, and my jaw 
was sore and tired too. 

As I went to work on Brad's cock I felt Kevin moving 
around behind me and he began to slide his cock between 
my legs and run it through the tight slit there. He 
didn't try to put it in me but his proximity was making 
me nervous. I was surprised at how good it felt though. 
His cock pressed against my slit and I realized that my 
pussy was leaking like a sieve. 

I was distracted for a moment by having to force Brad's 
cock down my throat, but once I was moving up and down 
his shaft it became almost automatic and I began to 
have more trouble ignoring what Kevin was doing, 
especially when the head of his cock started sliding 
over my clit. 

I was not expecting to enjoy anything these boys did to 
me, but by the time Brad was on the edge of his orgasm 
I was nearing one myself. I came just before Brad did 
and I suppose that was what put him over the edge. I 
lost control while I was cumming but Brad grabbed my 
head and held it in place and I felt his cum flood my 
mouth while I came on Kevin's cock.

I swallowed quickly and then rested my head on my arms 
while Brad rolled away and stood up. I was crying 
again. I was furious with myself. I hated it that I had 
cum in front of them like that. 

I felt Kevin pull away and as soon as his cock was gone 
I was disgusted with myself for reacting the way that I 
had. I struggled back up on my arms so that he could 
take his place in front of me and as soon as he sat 
down I saw the price I was going to have to pay for my 
orgasm. His cock was covered in my juices.

I stared at it for a moment. I glanced up at his 
grinning face and I didn't have to be a mind reader to 
know how much he was enjoying this. He was only 
thirteen, and maybe he wasn't quite as big an asshole 
as the rest of his family. But he had a chance to have 
sex with a sixteen year old girl and he was damn sure 
going to take it. 

He continued grinning at me as I leaned down to suck 
him off. I was exhausted now. But thankfully his cock 
was smaller and the head of it just barely entered my 
throat on my down strokes. I tried to ignore the fact 
that his cock was slimy with the juices from my pussy, 
but they were soon gone and I was relieved when I 
realized that there had been almost no taste to them.

I am not sure if it was because of his younger age or 
because of the time he had spent sawing his cock over 
my pussy, but he came very quickly and there was so 
little cum that I wasn't sure at first that he had cum, 
not until he carefully pushed my head away.

He stood up and I collapsed on the cushion on my side 
and covered my face and sobbed loudly. My throat had 
begun to recover already, but I was so disgusted by 
what I had just done, and so despondent over the life 
that stretched out in front of me that I didn't think I 
could go on.

It isn't like I was expecting pity from any of them, 
but it would have been nice if I could have had a few 
minutes to recover. I heard them laughing at me and 
joking about what a good cocksucker I was for a minute 
or two and then I heard Larry push my mother out of his 
lap and say, "Okay bitch, get your whelp and get in the 
kitchen and fix us some supper. We were so busy fucking 
around with the two of you we never got around to 
having lunch. I'm pretty hungry."

I felt his foot nudging my ass and I forced myself to 
get control of the crying. My mother helped me to my 
feet and I started to look for something to put on to 
cover my nakedness when I remembered that I had only 
been wearing that tiny suit and when he removed it he 
said that it would only be for when we had company now. 
The significance of that just sank in at that moment. 

He confirmed my suspicions when he saw me looking 
around and said, "You look just fine like that. Unless 
someone tells you different there is no sense in you 
girls wearing clothes around the house. 

I groaned in despair and allowed my mother to pull me 
into the house. I followed her to the kitchen and she 
turned around and pulled me close and said, "Oh god 
Sara! I am so sorry. It's my fault. We were about to be 
evicted and I had no money. I tried to borrow some but 
my credit was shot. I tried to get an advance on my pay 
but my boss said no. So in desperation I tried to 
borrow some from the petty cash where I worked and they 
knew. They knew right away. I suppose they got 
concerned when I had tried to get the cash advance. 
They must have been checking to make sure I didn't do 
anything stupid. Unfortunately I did. It is the only 
dishonest thing I have ever done in my entire life and 
this is the punishment for it. Oh baby, I don't know 
what do!"

She hugged me tight and I hugged her back. I understood 
that she had acted from desperation. I knew that we 
were trapped. I couldn't let my mother go to prison. 
But I wasn't sure that my sanity would last for the 
next two years until I could go away to college. I knew 
that it would be worse for mom though. Her sentence 
stretched out before her forever. 

We were both crying quietly and holding each other. I 
suddenly became aware of my mother's breasts pressing 
into my own and I started to feel uncomfortable. I 
said, "It's okay mom, I understand. We better get to 
work before they figure out some other way to humiliate 
us."

I was grateful when she let me go. It was starting to 
feel creepy, feeling her breasts against me like that.

Mom went to the refrigerator to see what she could find 
to make for supper. I got a glass of water and after 
rinsing out my mouth to get rid of the taste of cum I 
took a long drink. When I had quenched my thirst I did 
what I could to help her. 

There wasn't much food in the house. I imagine they 
went out to eat or ordered delivery a lot. Mom found 
the makings for spaghetti and I found a loaf of French 
bread and we made dinner. 

I finally noticed the time and was shocked to see that 
they had been raping us for nearly five hours. I hoped 
that they couldn't keep that up for long. Mom and I 
were both exhausted. If they carried on like this every 
night I wouldn't last two years!

I prepared the garlic bread and then I set the table. 
We discussed whether or not to set places for ourselves 
and decided that we had to eat. If they didn't want us 
to eat with them they could say so when they came in. I 
would rather eat standing up in the kitchen than 
sitting around a table with a family of rapists anyway.

One of the benefits of spaghetti is that it doesn't 
take long to cook. We put everything out on the table 
and I went to the patio door and called them in to eat.

We waited until they were seated to find out what they 
wanted to drink and then we sat down at the dinner 
table. They had saved us seats on either side of Larry 
who sat at the head of the table.

The dinner conversation was amazingly banal. They 
talked about school and a high school football game and 
just general conversation, like a normal family! They 
even tried to engage us in conversation. I didn't feel 
much like talking though, and neither did mom. They 
didn't seem to care. 

Gradually the conversation returned to sex. Apparently 
this was something that they had not really discussed 
before and Brad and Kevin both admitted that they had 
been virgins until today. Chase had only recently 
become sexually active but had very little experience. 

I wondered how having a couple of sex slaves in the 
house would affect his sex life. After determining how 
much sexual experience his sons had they began to sound 
him out about inviting friends over. 

Larry said that he may allow them to invite friends 
over from time to time. But he would have to be assured 
that they would not tell anyone. It would have to be a 
small number and they would have to be boys that were 
absolutely trustworthy. All three of the boys said that 
they understood and would be very careful.

Larry then said that before that happened he had some 
plans for us. He was pretty sure that mom and I would 
be just the right incentive to close a couple of real 
estate deals he was working on. He had also made some 
plans with a friend of his, Paul. Paul was the man who 
owned Jo and Kara at Sweet Nothings. 

He intended to invite him over with his three slaves in 
the near future and allow him to enjoy my mother and 
me. He also had plans to take us to a strip club. I had 
been listening to his plans for us and growing steadily 
more nervous about the future. But when he said that he 
was going to take us to a strip club, and that we would 
be putting on shows for the horny old men in there I 
felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. 

I looked up at my mother and her face was white with 
fear too. I also noticed that Larry wasn't ignoring us. 
He was watching us closely and getting a kick out of 
our reactions to their conversation about our sexual 
future.

Once everyone had eaten, my mother and I got up and 
started clearing off the table. Every time we got near 
to one of them they ran their hands over us. But after 
what we had been through this afternoon it was just a 
minor annoyance.

Once the table was cleared off we cleaned up the 
kitchen and when we were done Larry got up and opened a 
bottle of wine. He led us back out to the pool and 
poured a glass of wine for himself and mom and Chase 
and me. 

I had never had alcohol before, but after what had 
happened to me today I was more than willing to try. 
Anything that could sooth the anguish I was 
experiencing would be very welcome.

I actually enjoyed it, much to my surprise. It was 
smooth and warm in my stomach. It even seemed to sooth 
my throat. While we sipped the wine Larry started 
laying out his plans for the next two days. 

Tomorrow we were going back to Sweet Nothings for 
complete wardrobes. He warned both of us that he didn't 
want to hear any shit from us about the clothing he 
picked out. We might as well get it through our heads 
right now that he was going to dress us up like sluts 
and this time we had lots of time so we were going to 
try everything on in those dressing rooms with no 
doors. We might as well plan on it right now.

He went on to say that on Monday mom was to drive me to 
my old school and turn in my books and get my records 
and enroll me in the school on this side of town. After 
that was taken care of we could take care of notifying 
anyone that needed to be notified of our new address. 
The last thing we would need to do is go grocery 
shopping. Larry would provide my mom with a credit card 
and a car to use.

I asked him about extracurricular activities. I was in 
several after school clubs and I was a cheerleader. I 
knew that it would be too late to get into cheerleading 
unless I got lucky and one of the girls broke a leg or 
something, but there were several other clubs that I 
belonged to and enjoyed.

He thought about it for a minute and then he said, "See 
what is available and we'll talk about it later."

I nodded and finished off my glass of wine. Larry 
poured another round for the four of us and we sat in 
the dark and sipped our wine. No one spoke for a long 
time and it was almost restful sitting there in the 
pleasant evening air. I imagine that two glasses of 
wine had a lot to do with that.

When the wine was finally gone Larry stood up and 
pulled my chair out and helped me to my feet. He led me 
over to the cushion from the lounge chair that I had 
performed my first four blowjobs on a little earlier 
and helped me to lie down on my back.

I wondered at first if he had decided to go ahead and 
take my virginity after all. I very quickly learned 
that was not the plan, and I would have much preferred 
losing my virginity to what he had on his mind.

He left me lying there and went over and helped my 
mother to her feet and guided her over to me. He pushed 
her to her knees between my legs and forced her head 
down and when she started to balk he said sternly, 
"Don't you dare say no to me you stupid bitch or all 
bets are off!"

I saw my mother start to cry again and for some reason 
I didn't realize at first what was going on. When it 
finally dawned on me I just lay my head down on the 
cushion and closed my eyes and covered my face with my 
hands and tried not to think about it. What he was 
making us do now was just too horrible to contemplate. 

I felt my mother's hair on my thighs as her head dipped 
lower and then I felt her warm breath on my vagina. It 
was horrible. But, and I hope it was because of the 
wine, when her lips and her tongue came into contact 
with my pussy I gasped and my ass came right up off the 
cushion!

I had never felt anything like it! I had masturbated 
from time to time over the last couple of years. And 
over the hours that I had been molested around this 
pool today I had been groped by all four of these 
males, not to mention a simulated fuck from Kevin. 

Nothing had prepared me for the sensations that I got 
from my mother's tongue invading my pussy and moving 
over my clit. I started out moaning quietly and 
struggling to keep my hips still. As I quickly became 
aroused and began to lose control I was getting louder 
and louder and I wasn't even aware of what was going on 
when Larry made my mother turn around and lower her 
pussy to my mouth. 

She never stopped what she was doing. She continued to 
lick my pussy while she swung her body around and I 
didn't have a clue until I felt her damp pussy pressing 
against my lips. By that time I was lost in a sexual 
haze and I can't say for sure whether I knew what was 
going on or not. I want to believe that I didn't. I 
want to believe that I had no idea that I was licking 
my mother's pussy eagerly and sucking on it and 
wrapping my hands around her and clasping her ass and 
pulling her even tighter against my eager mouth. 

I slowed down as orgasm after orgasm washed over me, 
but I didn't stop. I became aware that she was cumming 
too and that just made it all the more exciting. I 
don't know how long it lasted, how long we ate each 
other like that or how many orgasms we had. It seemed 
to go on and on for a very long time. We were finally 
interrupted when they pulled my mother off of me and I 
was moved out of the way. Mom was placed on the cushion 
on her hands and knees and Larry fucked her violently 
while Chase began trying to force his cock down her 
throat the way he had earlier with me. 

I didn't get to see if he succeeded though. I was 
placed on my back on another cushion nearby and Brad 
knelt over my head and placed his cock to my lips. I 
felt him wiping my pussy off with his hand while I 
started sucking his cock. But he wasn't going to let me 
suck him off this time. 

He leaned down and rested his full weight on my body 
and began to lick my pussy while he fucked my mouth 
just the way Larry was fucking my mother's pussy. It 
was violent and painful, but I had had a lot of 
experience today and I was able to tolerate it. I was 
in much too much distress to enjoy what he was doing 
with his tongue though. It was his first time eating 
pussy, but that wouldn't have mattered. The way he 
battered at my throat made it impossible for me to 
enjoy anything he did.

He enjoyed it though. He enjoyed it so much that he 
came very quickly. This time he didn't come in my 
mouth. He slammed his cock into my throat one last time 
and I felt him tense up and I knew that he was cumming. 

He collapsed on top of me after he came and stayed that 
way as his cock went soft and receded from my throat. 
It was a strange sensation, but I was busy trying to 
breathe with his weight resting on my chest and 
stomach. 

He finally struggled to his knees and after wiping his 
cock on my face a few times he moved away and sat in a 
nearby chair while Kevin took his turn. 

Kevin had something else in mind though. He straddled 
me and began rubbing his hard cock between my breasts. 
He pressed my breasts together around his cock and 
sawed his cock back and forth. My breasts weren't 
really big enough for that, they were just barely a B 
cup. He seemed to be enjoying it though. 

After taking several strokes that way he backed up and 
bent down and spit on my chest between my breasts. Then 
he got back into position and this time he made me hold 
my own breasts together while he fucked them.

He leaned over on his arms with his head almost over 
mine and stared down at his cock moving in and out of 
my just barely adequate cleavage and soon he sped up 
and I was startled when two strings of hot, slimy cum 
shot out and landed in my face. A couple more drops 
landed on my neck and finally he slowed down and 
gradually stopped moving.

He stared down at me, enjoying the sight of his cum 
decorating my face and then he sat up and used his 
finger to scoop his cum up and shovel it into my mouth. 
I ate it without protest and then I sucked his finger 
clean. Just before he got up he leaned his hips forward 
and I sucked his cock clean and then he stood up at 
last.

I was freed just in time to watch Larry grab my 
mother's hair and pull her around and force his slimy 
cock into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times but 
finally she managed to suck his cock clean. 

Everyone had finally had enough and Larry ordered us 
all to our rooms. He told his boys to leave me alone 
tonight and I was grateful for that. Mom wasn't as 
lucky. She didn't have a room of her own. She had to 
sleep with Larry.

I collected the wine glasses and the empty bottle and 
put them in the kitchen and then I went to my room. I 
had planned on taking a quick shower and brushing my 
teeth for an hour or so. Chase had a different idea. He 
stopped at my door and ordered me not to wash or brush 
my teeth until morning. He wanted me to get used to the 
smell and the taste of cum.

It was disgusting, but not as bad as he probably 
imagined. I felt dirty. I was dirty. I was sweaty too. 
But while I had the taste of cum in my mouth, the wine 
almost overpowered it. And there was only the faintest 
smell of cum. Kevin had done a thorough job of scooping 
it into my mouth and making me swallow it. 

I felt nasty. Hell, I was nasty! I was exhausted though 
and still a bit tipsy and I fell asleep almost 
immediately, despite all of the horrible things that 
had happened to me today.

I didn't wake up until I felt someone shaking me in the 
morning. I finally opened my eyes and saw Brad standing 
beside my bed. It took a minute for everything that had 
happened yesterday to come flooding back into my 
consciousness. My first reaction was that there was a 
boy in my room and I was naked. The reality of my 
situation quickly returned and I remembered everything 
that I had done, or had done to me yesterday. Brad told 
me to get up and pulled the covers back. 

I was embarrassed all over again, even though I had 
spent all yesterday afternoon exposed to him. I kept my 
legs together and sat up in bed and put my feet on the 
floor. While I was sitting there trying to pull myself 
together he unbuckled his pants and slipped them down 
and sat on my bed. He said, "Let's see if you remember 
what you learned yesterday."

I stared at him blankly for a moment before I realized 
what he was saying. He wanted me to suck his cock! "Oh 
goody," I thought facetiously, "cum for breakfast!"

I didn't say anything though. I dropped to my knees on 
the deep, soft carpet and moved between his legs. He 
watched me as I repeated the process I had been taught 
yesterday. I kissed his cock and his balls and licked 
them all over and then I took them into my mouth and 
started sucking.

I was surprised that my throat was nearly fully 
recovered from the abuse of those oral assaults. It was 
tender, but not really sore. Brad watched me until I 
took his cock into my throat and then he laid back on 
my bed and muttered, "Oh fuck that feels good!"

While I was sucking him I was aware of someone coming 
into my room behind me. I felt a hand on my ass and 
then it moved between my legs. I didn't know who it was 
until I heard Chase say, "Damn Brad, I don't know if I 
can have this cunt around for two years and not fuck 
her."

I felt his finger moving up and down over my slit and 
then sliding into me as I sucked off his brother and I 
was beginning to think it would be hard for me as well. 
As soon as I realized what I was thinking I slapped 
myself mentally and tried to concentrate on Brad's 
cock. 

While I was sucking on Brad, Chase took his shorts off 
and I felt him move behind me and slide his cock 
between my legs just like Kevin had done last night. 
His cock was much larger and it felt very good sliding 
over my slit. 

He bent over me and slowly slid his cock through my 
crease as he held one of my tits in each hand and 
gently pulled and squeezed at them and I was dismayed 
to realize how badly I actually wanted that cock inside 
of me. It didn't seem fair that I was doing all of this 
work and providing these boys with orgasm after orgasm 
and they were teasing my pussy for hours on end. But I 
was getting to enjoy only a rare orgasm at their hands. 

I suddenly remembered my last orgasms yesterday and I 
shuddered in revulsion. I had eaten my mother's pussy! 
I had been tipsy and I had been forced, but we had 
eaten each other through a series of wonderful orgasms, 
all for their amusement. When it was over we had to 
service them one last time. It had certainly been good 
for them. I don't know about my mother, but they had 
been pretty rough on me as I recall.

My mind was suddenly returned to the present when I 
felt Brad start to fill my mouth with cum. I held the 
head of his cock in my mouth and used my hand to finish 
him off the way I had been taught yesterday. He must 
have recuperated fully overnight because it was a 
pretty big mouthful by the time he finished. 

I lifted my head and swallowed it all down. It seemed 
to be getting easier each time I had to swallow a 
mouthful of a boy's cum. The first few had been pretty 
traumatic. Now, only one day later, I was swallowing 
like I had been doing it for ages. It seemed like I had 
too.

Chase was still sawing his cock in and out of the space 
between my thighs. His cock was very hard and it felt 
really good against my shaved slit. I rested my head in 
Brad's lap and enjoyed the sensations as his cock 
rubbed against me.

Chase could see that he was affecting me. He said, "You 
like that don't you cunt? You are getting turned on. 
You wish I would put that hard cock in your pussy and 
fuck you don't you? You would love to be fucked right 
this minute, wouldn't you?"

I didn't see any point in lying. I moaned involuntarily 
and then I said quietly, "Yes. I do like it. I would 
like to get fucked. I'm fucking human! What do you 
expect?"

Brad had propped himself up on his elbows and was 
watching Chase torment me with his cock and he said in 
a warning voice, "Chase, you know dad will kill you if 
you pop that bitch's cherry."

Chase groaned and said, "Yeah, I know. But Christ that 
feels good! I wonder how her ass would feel if I plowed 
my cock into it right now?"

Brad chuckled and said, "I don't see why we couldn't 
grease her up and fuck her ass. But don't do it while 
dad is home, not unless you ask him first. If she 
starts screaming and he comes running in to see what's 
going on he won't just beat your ass, he'll take away 
your fucking driver's license."

I was just about to have an orgasm when Chase stopped 
what he was doing and moved quickly to sit on my bed. 
He pulled my head over to his lap and then watched as I 
licked my juices off of his cock and he said, "Look at 
all that slime sis. Your pussy is just drooling for a 
cock. Poor baby, you want to get fucked so badly. All 
this cock around and all you can do is suck it off. 
You'd love to crawl up over me and sink that cunt down 
on my hard cock right now, wouldn't you?"

I groaned around his cock as I sucked it down into my 
throat. I hated to admit it, but he was right. Being 
this turned on made it easier to suck their cocks. But 
I was getting very frustrated. The trouble is, when the 
arousal went away I was more humiliated than ever 
because I had let them get to me.

Chase didn't last long. After watching me suck his cock 
for a few minutes he laid back and enjoyed what I was 
doing. I was getting much better at recognizing the 
signals. I soon sensed that he was about to cum and I 
finished him off with my hand. After I swallowed he 
told me to go take a shower and go downstairs. Everyone 
else was in the kitchen.

I got up and went to my bathroom. I had to pee urgently 
and I rushed to the toilet and sat down just in time. I 
had to pee so bad that when I looked up and saw Brad 
watching from the doorway I just ignored him. What the 
hell. It was just one more humiliation in what was 
becoming a life of humiliation.

Brad saw how embarrassed I was and he grinned and came 
closer. He pushed my legs apart and stared at the 
stream of urine flowing out of me. He watched until I 
finished and had wiped myself and he said, "No question 
about it. Guys have it all over girls when it comes to 
taking a leak."

I had never actually seen a boy pee but I wasn't that 
stupid. I knew how they did it. I had to agree, it 
seemed like it was a lot more convenient for them. I 
was about to get an education on the subject though. 

I watched as he pulled out his cock and I stood up 
quickly as he approached my toilet. He reached down and 
lifted the seat, thankfully, and then he grabbed my 
hand and wrapped it around his cock and made me hold it 
while he pissed. 

Actually, I was so curious I wasn't even embarrassed. I 
had been more embarrassed when he was watching me. I 
saw the first weak stream start and then it grew 
quickly to a strong stream splashing loudly into the 
toilet water. I could actually feel the vibration of 
the pee flowing through his penis! It was kind of 
messy, the drops kept splashing up out of the toilet 
onto the sides of the bowl, but I had to admit, it was 
pretty convenient. 

When he was done he just shook it off a little and 
stuck it back in his pants! No wonder there was always 
a line for the ladies rooms but the guys were in and 
out in about two minutes! 

Brad turned around and left, without washing his hands, 
and I used some toilet paper to clean off the sides of 
the toilet and t