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The Letters Of A Trained Slut
by Art S Healing (address withheld)
***
By means of a very detailed letter to her psychiatrist,
a young girl describes how she became sex addict- with
some guidance from her family, her brothers friends, and
some dogs. After being repeatedly raped, she learned to
eventually like it through her father's manipulation.
She was such a little nymph from such a young age, and
grew to love fucking and orgasms so much, that it would
seem impossible to rape her. At age nine, she found that
wasn't necessarily true, and she loved it. (Mm+/g, ped,
nc, rp, inc, asian, beast, ws)
***
Note: Read author's notes at the end of the story.
***
Part One: Maybe You CAN Rape The Willing
By means of a very detailed letter to her psychiatrist,
a young girl describes how she became sex addict- with
some guidance from her family, her brothers friends, and
some dogs. After being repeatedly raped, she learned to
eventually like it through her father's manipulation.
She was such a little nymph from such a young age, and
grew to love fucking and orgasms so much, that it would
seem impossible to rape her. At age nine, she found that
wasn't necessarily true- and she loved it.
I am following your advice since you're my psychiatrist.
If you really think that writing some of the things I
briefed you on before concerning my sex life will help
our future sessions, then I'll try and make it as vivid
and realistic to my memories as I can. And you wanted me
to write this down as detailed as possible, and why I
consider myself a trained slut, so I will do that too. I
guess I can see how it will be "therapeutic" for me, as
you put it, and how it will also give you a chance to do
a more detailed analysis on me. But I have to wonder if
you really just want horn-dog material.
So then where to begin.
My daddy and my two brothers, David, who was four years
my senior, and Kevin was two years younger than me, had
been fucking me hardcore since I was five. Although
daddy bragged to me that he used to take my little
brother, when I was three, and made me suck his little
baby prick. Then he held him up to me and wormed his
tiny boner into my slit-mound, and moved him back and
forth, although I have no memories of that.
Hey doc, are you choking your chicken to this letter
yet, or are you taking it slow? Just kidding- I think.
You wanted me to write down my first "real and vivid
memory" concerning sexuality, so I guess we should start
the real stuff there. It was back when I was five and we
were on the way home from my mother's funeral with my
brothers sitting on both sides of me in the back seat,
my older brother in the seat, and me and my little
brother were in our car seats. We were sad and weren't
really talking- just watching the scenery of the long,
winding road that led to our country house. Finally
daddy spoke up.
He sniffed the air in a silly, exaggerated way and said
that he smelled pee-pee and wanted to know which one of
us did it. The boys said that it wasn't them, so my
daddy nodded his head like a detective who just solved
the big case, "Mm-hmm, I should have known who it was.
Girls are weaker than boys- she can't help herself,
she's only a dumb-ass girl."
Only I didn't piss either. Daddy told the boys to take
my panties from under my dress and toss them up to him
so he could smell them and find out if it was me. They
snickered, and awkwardly grabbed around under my funeral
dress, fiddling with my little cunny as they did. I was
giggling and wiggling at that point myself.
Then they finally got my little white cotton panties off
and tossed them to daddy as he ordered. He inhaled them
deeply for a little while, then declared that it wasn't
me, and that he must have been mistaking, and maybe I
hadn't peed after all. Then he shove my panties into his
jacket pocket instead of giving them back and adjusted
his rearview mirror.
"Wait a minute," my daddy said. "I do smell it after
all. Boys, take the seatbelt off her car seat and lift
up her dress. I think she just now went pee-pee."
By now our mournful moods were beginning to elevate as
we enjoyed this once forbidden naughtiness. We were all
rather lighthearted as they raised my pretty little
dress up so high that it almost covered my line of my
sight, then my brothers giggled more like little girls
then little boys.
Daddy adjusted his mirror again and said, "Look at her
funny little boobies. You know boys, if you lick a
girl's booby-buttons, sometimes you can taste stuff.
Good stuff- but you have to lick them the way a doggy
licks stuff, or you can suck on them- remember David?
Like when you used to watch mommy let Kevin and your
slutty whore of a sister suck on her booby buttons back
when they were babies. Go on boys, get to it... lick and
suck."
As they did, daddy kept talking. "Mommy let the babies
do that because mommy was a horny slut, and so she liked
it. She got off on it. You all used to suck on them too,
David, and I know you loved it. Hell, even I'd suck on
them. And all of us loved the taste too, or else we
wouldn't have wanted to suck on them all the time. It's
because they tasted so good is why.
"Remember how your little brother used to cry sometimes
until mommy let him suck on her tit buttons, David? Do
you remember the smile on mommy's face when your brother
and sister sucked on her. That's because she was a horny
cum-slut. I bet she's in heaven right now getting her
hot little titties sucked on by an angel or two. You can
also lick like a doggy- not just suck like a baby."
It felt so damn good- in a ticklish sort of way. I
squirmed about and belly laughed as daddy talked and
they switched back and forth between licking and
suckling my nipples. My arms flailed around, or braced
on the edge of the car seat. They may as well have been
giving me belly farts for as hard as I was laughing.
"See? The little whore loves it, just like mommy. Little
cunt- look at her laugh."
Daddy couldn't let it end there. "To save some time
boys," he said, "why don't you check your sister to see
if she is wet down there in her silly little thing while
you licky-suckie on her little boobies. Touch her pee-
pee place." The boys followed his instructions and
started toying with my cunny, which drove me crazy. It
felt so good. Daddy kept telling them to feel all over
it. "Is it wet or dry?" he asked. David, my older
brother of four years said that it was wet.
"I see," said daddy. "Maybe she did go piss. Hey, see if
she's ticklish down there while you're at it- 'cuz I've
always wondered. I bet she is since she's a horny little
whore." They tickled at my pussy while they sucked and
licked at my nipples, and I just opened my legs in a
wide V for them, knees up and spread in my car seat as I
fidgeted about. "See, she's nothing but a whore- a
little slut- just like her mommy, or she wouldn't like
it so much. What a little cum-craving horny bitch."
Then daddy had them hold my legs open really wide-
straight out to the sides. I felt like a wishbone as my
brothers spread my legs so far apart over the sides of
my car seat. I was opened up all the way and felt so
giddy. Here I was, virtually naked, except for my
bunched up dress now fixed at neck level, and my shoes
and socks. I felt so exposed and so vulnerable. I was
very aroused, although to me at the time, it was simply
a curious, extremely enjoyable feeling that I didn't
want to end.
Daddy told them to see if they could poke their fingers
up inside my "silly looking thing" and see if I was wet
up inside too. As they explored my girl part, I watched
them with a grin and relaxed as the pleasure waves rode
through me like a sexual surf. Then he had them describe
how it felt. I don't remember which of my brothers said
it, but one of them said it was warm and gushy, as
various little fingers wiggled their way into my tiny
little girl cunny- all the way up to my hymen. My daddy
laughed and continued to encourage them.
"I guess your little cunt of a sister is a cocksucking
slut-whore after all, and that's good, because that's
what she wants to be," daddy nodded and he said, "Isn't
it, baby? Daddy loves little slut-whores best of all, so
it's good that you love this. You're a goddamned whore,
and daddy wouldn't love you anymore if you weren't one.
Neither would your brothers. We'd all wish you were dead
like mommy if you didn't enjoy this- you worthless cunt.
"You love this and you want more because you get off on
this shit, don't you, you little bitch? You're just a
fucking horny cum-bag, aren't you honey?"
I nodded with a smile, not understanding what I was
exactly agreeing with. He continued, "Look how much she
likes it. You hear that, baby? You're a whore who likes
this a lot. It's your favorite thing in the whole world.
You want more of this, or else you wouldn't love it so
much. Keep playing with her cunt-hole down there boys
while you suck. See how many fingers you can get in this
tiny young whore all at once."
I really enjoyed those tiny wiggly little fingers prying
their way into my cunny, passively fighting for dominate
positions, as if they were worked up into a frenzy. It
was my first steps into a slutty new world.
Once we got home however, play time was over. My daddy
was carrying me, and after we entered and the front door
was closed and locked, he took me straight to my room
and laid me down on my pink bed. My baby pussy was all
tingly and I wanted to play some more. After a moment, I
thought we were going to take a nap, but I was wrong. He
quickly, almost frantically removed my dress, shoes and
socks, then his shoes, socks and pants, leaving only the
upper half of his suit on, tie and all.
I looked at his hard cock poking out from the bottom of
his button up shirt, wondering what was going on. Then
he reached to my nightstand and squirted some of the
hand lotion that mommy had given to me (she always gave
me the last bit of lotion in the old bottle when she
bought a new one) and squirted it in his hand. He stood
over me, jerking off with it as he stared at my little
virgin pussy.
I watched him as I lay there in missionary position,
occasionally glancing into his eyes, and each time he
would look back at me and smile. I instinctively smiled
back and let my knees fall open more, and feeling
tingly, I eventually reached down to my own pleasure
zone and began fingering myself. Daddy seemed to like
that, so I kept going with it. "Cock hungry little
tease- you're practically begging for it, aren't you?"
Again, I nodded without understanding.
That's when it happened. "You fuckin' whore," he said.
He leaned down over my small naked body, opened my puffy
pussy mound with his fingers, and aligned his lotion-
soggy prick-head with my tiny cunt hole. Once it was
peeking in the entrance, he let go of it and gripped his
hands around my tiny waist, looking deeply into my eyes.
He had a calm, somber look on his face just before
giving me a strange smile.
Then he drew back slightly at the waist and in a single
thrust he slammed into me balls deep, his cock ripping
my hymen from its path. I flailed about wildly and
screamed in pain, but he just reached in his jacket
pocket and shoved my own panties into my mouth. I felt
so full that I thought I was going to be split in half.
I'm not sure when my brothers actually came in, but I
got a sweaty-faint feeling and looked around the room in
a daze and saw them looking at us curiously- and a bit
worried.
Still stuck in me, daddy yanked off the upper part of
his suit, and just looked at his sons and smiled. "See
how much this cunt-bag loves it. She's screaming for
more." Then he leaned into me while he raised my folded
knees up by pressing on them with his torso. He didn't
stop forcing them up until my knees were braced all the
way up near my chin, and all the while I was crying in
pain and confusion.
Once I was curled up underneath him, my face buried in
his lower chest, I felt him setting his knees on the
edge of the bed one at a time, and in a flash he
furiously plowed back and forth, rapidly sawing at my
tight virgin twat. His hard, piston-like thrusts were so
lightning fast that I couldn't keep up with them, and I
had the sensation that I was actually dreaming. I
managed a panty-muffled scream as he held me crushingly
tight and hyper-raped me.
In truth, his dick was only about six and a half long or
so, and I think he only lasted about thirty seconds, but
to a five year old, it hurt to the point where I finally
passed out. At the time I didn't understand it, of
course, but I believe I was having a huge orgasm as I
went out from the pain, but I have never been positive.
I awoke to him pissing all over me, including my face
and semi-open mouth. Without realizing what I was doing,
I was drinking the piss as it spewed into my mouth. I
choked as he laughed and encouraged my brothers to laugh
also. It was really tangy and the splashes stung my
tightly closed eyes and the burning pain between my legs
distracted and confused me.
By the time he finally ran out of urine, I was soaked. I
rubbed my face and blinked and rubbed as much of it as I
could from my eyes. The first thing I saw was my two
brothers, who were ogling at the obscene incestuous rape
that had just taken place in front of their young eyes.
"You useless bitch," said daddy. "Don't leave a fucking
mess like this on my prick. Clean it right now."
Then he climbed up over my face and shoved his softening
cock in my mouth. I remember the copper taste of my own
blood so clearly. He then face-pumped me until he
thought it was clean. I was choking again for most of
the time, but he didn't seem to care at all. He pulled
his semi-erect prick out and lightly slap-patted me on
the cheek with his palm several times as he said, "Now
that's a gooood little whore. Mommy would be proud of
you for that."
Then daddy helped me go to the bathroom to get cleaned
up and made fun of me for not being able to walk
straight, calling me stupid, and clumsy, and stuff. He'd
laugh at his own comments and looked to my brothers,
encouraging them to laugh as well. He even made me thank
him for even bothering to clean me up at all. He said
most daddy weren't as nice as he was when they fucked
their daughters and that I was a very lucky little
whore.
**
The next day, daddy yanked us out of school, and began
home schooling us. I was raped at least two or three
times each day in my sore, abused pussy. Soon, it was
much more just a few times a day. I think he had to be
on some kind of boner medication to do it as often as he
did. It was also so random- the times he did it. Like we
had just finished eating dinner and he had us clear the
table, and without warning he calmly took out his hard
cock and coated it with cooking oil.
He grinned wickedly at me, and I lowered my head,
knowing what was coming. He took hold of my pretty red
sundress I was wearing, and instead of just removing it,
he savagely ripped it of off my body. Then he yanked off
my white cotton panties, shredding them in the process.
My brothers stopped and watched as he lifted me onto the
kitchen table and forced my legs apart by grabbing my
ankles and raising them far and wide. Dirty dishes
clanked and scattered as he mounted me and I knew there
was nothing I could do, so I just gritted my teeth and
passively laid there. He pried his dick into my hole,
burying it inside of me all the way to the hilt with one
quick thrust.
I screamed out and he grunted at the same time. Grabbing
me around my tummy, he lifted me up completely off the
table and basically used me to jerk off with- holding me
straight out from him. His strong arms pounded me back
and forth, flexing his ass with each time he drew me
back to him so that it went in balls deep. As always, I
could feel him thumping against my cervix, and I
whimpered out each time. He did it until he came in me,
then he just pulled me of off his cock and dropped me
back on the table like a dishrag, nonchalantly telling
everyone it was time to do the dishes.
He also got into leaning me over things, like the back
of the sofa, and taking me from behind when I just
happened to be walking by, or had make me pose in doggy
style on the coffee table and give it to me hard and
fast. It wasn't long before my brothers were doing
things to me too, thanks to daddy's instructions. He
taught them to rape me, and told us that I liked it, and
no matter what, they should fuck me as often as they
wanted too- that's what bitches are for. And with his
consistent coaxing, it was a lot. I guess that was the
real beginning for me.
Anyway, now as an adult I think a big part of my problem
is that I am addicted not just to sex, but to orgasms as
well. It wasn't difficult to answer when you asked me if
I actually considered myself a nymphomaniac during our
last session, but I guess it's up to you to figure out
if it's medical or physiological. Once you know
everything, I think you'll agree with me on why I am the
way that I am- but you're the psychiatrist. Maybe it is
a brain chemical thing- I don't know. It is kind of
strange how easily I have orgasms. I can just squeeze my
legs together really hard sometimes, and boom.
Somehow, I haven't gotten desensitized. In fact, I think
that reinforces my extreme need for orgasms. It seems
like I can never get enough of them, no matter how many
I have, I am never satisfied. As soon as I finish one- I
am instantly ready and eager for the next, hopefully
more intense then the last- and I do whatever it takes
to get me there. It also seems like the more humiliating
and degrading the act is- the harder I cum. It is like a
gambling addiction- I'm just waiting for the next big
one right around the corner. Sometimes it's a big one,
sometimes it's not, but I am always uncontrollably lured
by it. It is an insatiable hunger.
I still say it's entirely my daddy's fault, though. He
loved to boast about how he would do things to me while
I was still a baby when my mother wasn't around. He told
me and my brothers that he used to lick my baby cunt
when we were alone, and sometimes when mom was around,
he would sneak off with my bottles when I was a baby,
and when I got older- my sippy-cups, and mix my drinks
with his cum and some of his piss too.
He would often jerk off into my milk and use his prick
to stir it, and if I was there, he said I would watch
him doing it. And since I always drank afterwards, that
I must have be a cum-slut from birth He said that he
could tell I was cock hungry even back then because I
couldn't take my eyes off his prick.
He also said he would especially love to do it when my
mother wasn't in the room, and feed it to me when she
was. She would unknowingly watch as I greedily sucked
down my own daddy's juices. He said his favorite thing
to do was when he would fool my "dumb ass" into thinking
his prick was my bottle, and he would let me nurse it
and he would jerk cum straight into my mouth. He told us
how he loved the way I would cough and try to spit it
out when his surprise semen attack would suddenly burst
out into my tiny orifice. He said I would gag at first,
but eventually I enjoyed gobbling it down when I finally
got use to it.
When I was a toddler he would feed me the sweetest and
tastiest things in the house and as I would eat or drink
them, he would eat me out, or use his finger to wiggle
my tiny clit and slit until I shivered in orgasm, maybe
licking my asshole while he did it. Daddy meshed
"tricks" for "treats", so to speak, into one thing in my
still forming mind- I think. It was like giving a puppy
doggie biscuits for doing a trick.
That is why I blame him the most. He brainwashed all of
us. He turned my brothers into rapists, and me into a
sex-addicted slut would loved to be raped. I guess I
should feel lucky that the food-sex thing didn't
backfire and I got fat instead. But then again, I guess
daddy would never have let that happen. Even today I am
thin and toned.
Even my little brother, who is two years younger than
me, has been forcing me to do all sorts of things since
he was preschooler. He loved to take pornographic
pictures of me, or videotaping me- more so then daddy or
my older brother, although they all did that here and
there. My little brother would stick his finger up in me
and take close ups of me getting some cock from the
others. I can't count how many times he took a picture
of me sucking his little cock. Since he had my daddy and
big brother for back up, I had no choice but to submit
to his every whim as well. The little turd.
I think it got worse after my mother died partially
because of the increase in opportunity and partially
because they blamed me, or at least make me think they
did, for my mother's death. She was driving me to pick
up a present because I had been such a good girl when
the drunk hit us. All of the guys had stayed home that
day, so they weren't to blame. And my mother had a
heart-of-gold for trying to reward me, so it wasn't her
fault either. And the drunk guy was just like mommy, dad
would say- he was just in the wrong place at the wrong
time.
He was too drunk to know that he shouldn't have been
driving, so it wasn't his fault either. I know better
now, but back then I bought it all. My dad would say it
in front of my brothers a lot, and then they started
doing it too. After they said it they would just stare
at me until I was looking to the floor with my leaking
eyes. After saying things like that would come the worst
part. They would imply that she only died because I had
been such a good girl, although they would seldom out
right said it, but whether they did or not, I could
always tell what they meant. They made it look like if I
had been a bad girl- a little whore, then she would have
never gone to get me a present and therefore never have
been killed.
Soon, not only was I not afraid to do "bad things"-
perverted things, I knew most little girls didn't do,
but I would look forward to them because it felt like it
would have kept my mom alive. She was killed, and I had
not a scratch on me when the ambulance got there, and
she was doing it all because I was being so good, so it
was my fault.
Things got further and further out there as my life
continued. For a while, daddy even brought me to a
pedophiliac pediatrician, starting just after I had just
turned six years old. He coaxed him into doing all sorts
of things to me, including fucking my little girl cunny-
although it's not like he needed a lot of coaxing to
begin with. I loved the attention and really enjoyed
getting probed, prodded, humiliated, and fucked by him,
but that's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you about that
in the next letter.
They also taught me how to suck cock back then, and I
have to admit, I liked that too. They made me watch
child pornography and they would fuck me every time they
got the notion to. The first time I can remember
watching kiddy porn videos with my dad, he lifted me
from my stance and set me on his lap so I was facing the
screen.
His prick was already wet from the Vaseline which he was
openly jerking off with right in front of me, and he
forced his cock inside of my tiny pussy. As like many
other times, he used my young body as a jerk off
enhancer by holding my thin waist and forcing me up and
down. His cock seemed so big as it impaled me.
At first I struggled and made noise, but he told me if I
resisted, or screamed or cried, that meant that he
should bounce me harder, so I tried not to. If he
especially pounded me and I couldn't help but cry, he'd
make fun of me afterwards, calling me a little crybaby
and he would put my hair in pigtails and make me suck on
a pacifier all day - sometimes even a dildo.
Most of the time I would be wearing just my undies- or
more often just a tight little T-shirt with nothing
covering my lower half. Since daddy or one of the boys
would tell me what to wear each day, I had to do it, and
I learned to like the feeling of exhibitionism. Whenever
my brothers had a friend or two over, I was told ahead
of time to walk around nude, or partially nude, or
wrapped up in a undersized towel that was little more
than a large rag.
They made me turn the part where the small towel was
tied so that it was V'd open in the front, plainly
showing my cunny to all who looked. It was made clear to
me that when my family told me to put on some clothes
and show some decency, that I should pretend to refuse-
no matter what they said. I remember my daddy turning my
ass so it faced our company, bending me over, and
lifting the towel so he could spank me for being so bad.
Eventually, they pretended to have a "we give up on this
slut" attitude, and let me have my way.
I was also secretly told to sit in front of our guests
with my legs lewdly spread open and even masturbate for
them, of course my brothers or father were telling me
not to the whole time. The boys ended up with a lot of
friends who liked to come over, and I was molested many,
many times. I'm not sure when, but I started liking the
attention and soon took it upon myself to tease them of
my own accord. I would sit on the visiting boys laps in
near nakedness and feel their boners poking through
their pants.
The funny thing is, at this point in my life, pretty
much all of their friends were getting their rocks off
on me in one way or another, but they didn't seem to be
aware that everyone else was too. Like, when I went to
go pee or take a bath.
I guess one of them would make an excuse to leave the
room, and since I would conveniently forget to lock the
bathroom door, they would sneak in quietly, pull out
their hard young cock and jerk off while staring at me.
Over time, with me never discouraging it or telling on
them, it led to groping and finally face fucking me
until they shot off. Then, maybe with a whisper, "Don't
tell anyone," or a finger over the lips in a shush
symbol, they would leave. I'd usually masturbate right
afterwards- the taste of cum still fresh in my mouth. I
started really liking it.
I remember playing hard to get sometimes just for fun.
Like when I was walking down the hall or something and
passing by one of my brothers' friend's, and being
forced to stop as they'd rub my cunt for as long as they
thought they could get away with it unnoticed. I'd latch
my hands around their forearms or something, and whisper
out a, "No, no, please- don't," but the whole time I'd
spread my legs and bend at the knees so they could get
better access. I don't know who I thought I was fooling-
certainly none of them.
During the night, when I slept, I might have a visit
from several boys, but only one at a time, and never too
close together. It did take a while for them to work up
the nerve to actually fuck me in my pussy though. I
guess they thought I wouldn't be able to take it, or I'd
scream too loud, or something.
In the beginning, it was fondling, cocksucking, pussy
eating, and fingering. I loved that some of them liked
to make out with me too, because my father and brothers
didn't do it very often, and I really liked it. At some
point the boys figured it all out I guess, and I not
only started getting fucked, but I was getting
gangbanged for long periods. There wasn't a lot of
sleeping at my brothers sleepovers, and I usually had
trouble walking the next day.
When it was family time, however, there was a more
casual atmosphere. I would often be just relaxed, lying
in the living room floor, tummy down with my head
resting in my little palms, or lying on my back in a
relaxed position just watching TV, with no pants on. All
would be calm, and suddenly one of my family members
would do something to me.
Like, when I was resting on my tummy in front of the TV,
they would sometimes randomly come over to me and grab
my ass cheeks, spread them apart and maybe lick or spit
around my asshole, or shove a saliva soaked finger into
it. I knew what was probably coming next when that
happened. I was going to get fucked in my little bottom-
but good. Sometimes after they hammered me and finally
came, and once their cock had softened a bit, they might
piss up my ass.
I was forced to hold it in for a time, and the longer I
did, the more aroused I got. And the more I would just
whimper like a horny minx and masturbate wanting
desperately to get off, but I couldn't let myself cum
like that. Experience had taught me that it would spray
out of my ass as I hit orgasm, and daddy would make me
lick it up. After a time of that lustful torture, I was
finally allowed to run to the bathroom and evacuated my
urine-soaked bowels, usually cumming as I did.
Then we'd all go back to watching TV or whatever, like
nothing happened. I didn't mind when my brothers fucked
my little ass so much, or gave me a piss-enema, but it
sure hurt when my daddy did, with or without
lubrication. I still liked it though because I would
finger myself at the same time and I would always cum
real hard, and when he would get really rough, I would
cum even harder. He also would occasionally make me
release it into my hand and splash myself down with the
anal-cum juice and drink it.
Sometimes one of them would have to piss, and they'd
make me be the urinal. I would sit or kneel in front of
them and they would stand over my face and piss. I'd
have to drink it all. Some pee would usually run out of
my mouth and down my face or I'd choke on it. They would
even change the direction of their piss and I would have
to try and catch it.
That wasn't always so fun, but I really loved it when
they would they would flop me on my back and grab me by
my ankles and spread my legs, forcing them up high and
wide, on a spontaneous whim- no warning what so ever.
They would fuck me really fast and furiously as I just
lie there moaning out shamelessly in pleasure, having
orgasm after orgasm. Or they may yank me into doggy
position and fuck the hell out of me while the others
would continue to watch TV, and after it was done, we
all acted as if nothing had happened at all.
If I was close to an orgasm when they finished with me
but hadn't quite made it, I would finish myself off
right in front of them. I'd look at their pricks and jam
myself hard and fast until I came that much need one
last time. Often this would get another one of them
horny and I'd get lucky again right afterwards.
A lot of the time they would pull a train on me, and
after they shot off they would just go back over to
where they were sitting before and plop down, but that
would have gotten another one of them horny and that one
would get off in or on me, ignoring me completely until
they got another boner. Sometimes this would go on for
hours.
I might be taking a nap in bed or on the couch and
awaken with a cock being shoved into my mouth and get a
rapid face fuck. After cum shot down my throat,
whichever one was doing it would just calmly walk away,
and I'd finger myself to orgasm and go back to sleep.
Often I was getting it in my mouth by one, and getting
my cunt or asshole fucked from another. They called it
"riding the seesaw."
Sometimes as they did me, they would change sexual
positions, sometimes they would just use me for a quick
fuck-towel bang while the other two basically ignored
it, and when that was over, they would then, of course,
go straight back to their business. I would occasionally
get positioned correctly, and get all three of my holes
filled by all three of them at the same time.
Eventually, I learned to love it all so much, that I was
doing things on my own. At breakfast I might go under
the table without being coaxed and suck all of their
pricks one at a time, or open a zipper or pajamas snap
and openly jerk them off during a TV show- all
completely unprompted.
If the mood hit- they would say nasty things, and I
think that since they were giving me pleasure while they
did it, that helped get me even more addicted to being
degraded. They would say things like, "Look at this cock
pounding fuckhole, Jesus she fucking loves this shit.
She's a true cocksucking slut. She's a goddamned little
fuck-toy that wants it all the time- stupid cock hound
bitch. You want more, or your cunt wouldn't be so
fucking wet- you want more, don't you, you slutty
whore."
Soon I really loved hearing that stuff, although I
seldom answered them. It just got me off so much- it was
like a bonus.
Often I'd be dead asleep, usually exhausted from getting
fucked, and I'd wake up to one of their hard dicks
squeezing into my tiny pussy again. I would be very out
of it, asleep for maybe a couple of hours at a time or
so- you know that tiredness that is so bad that you feel
hypnotized? If one of them wasn't doing me like that,
then another was. I barely slept at all.
I think the sleep deprivation did some of the
brainwashing on me. I would be so out of it that I'd
actually be nearly asleep when they stuck it to me, and
the dirty talk that happened when this was going on
would get into my head more than other times. Especially
daddy's dirty talk. He was always telling me how much I
"loved it" and how I always wanted more. But at that
point I suppose I was so far gone that it may not have
matter much anymore, anyway.
I'd feel that hot, stink of daddy's alcohol breath, and
his lustful panting as he climbed in bed with me. Then
he'd lick me face all over or the occasional tongue
roll.
"You dumb-ass bitch, you want it, don't you, you prick-
loving whore. You're nothing but a sex starved cunt who
wants it all the time. You'd be Goddamned worthless if
it wasn't for having three fuckholes. Stupid slut!" I
think for a good stretch of time there I had forgotten
my real name. It was like I had many names now.
Every once in a while, my Uncle Mitchell would drive
down from Canada to visit us. The first time I met him I
was just barely six. My daddy told me that he had a
surprise for me later that day, and at about three
O'clock he got a very quick phone call, and after he
hung up, he had me take off my shorts and panties and
tuck my tight yellow tank top shirt up above my nipples.
I don't know why he didn't have me get naked all
together, but my family did things like that sometimes.
I was told to sit back against the arm of the couch
facing the door and spread my legs wide. I had to stay
like that for a while, until I finally found out what
the big surprise was when my uncle and his medium sized
mutt, Buster arrived. He hugged my dad and the boys and
greeted them and gave them presents, but I was
completely ignored, so I didn't move, even when Uncle
Mitchell sat right next to me on the couch while talking
to my family.
That's when Buster discovered me and began to fast lap
my bare cunt with a happy wag. I instinctively spread my
legs as far apart as I could and lifted my feet up off
the couch, giving him full access. My little bottom sort
of wiggled with Buster's rough tongue and I moaned
steadily. He was licking my cunny and asshole at the
same time and I had never felt anything like it.
The guys all just laughed and made nasty comments on
what a slut I am, and how much I was getting off on it.
As the dog began licking my cunny faster, I braced my
arms next my sides, threw my head back and opened my
mouth- panting rapidly like a bitch in heat. Without
shame, I used my finger to wiggle my little girl clitty
as they all laughed at me harder.
"So, this is your pet whore you were telling me about,"
Uncle Mitchell said, patting me on the head just as I
started to cum. I don't know why, but his humiliating
words at just the right moment added to my giant orgasm
somehow. I increased my whimpering until I exploded, and
as usual, I did nothing to hide the fact. I let my whole
body roll with it as I yelled out. With my head jetting
back, I rolled my eyes back into my head. The feeling
was so long, intense, and even dream-like, that I almost
passed out.
My daddy shook his head, trying to appear to be in
disbelief. "Yeah, maybe you can help us out. This little
cum-slut can't get enough cock. We tried to get her to
put some clothes on before you got here," he lied, "but
she just wants cock so much that we finally just gave
up."
"I can see that," said my uncle, as his dog continued to
lap my little girl twat. "I've been here all of five
minutes and this slutty whore has already molested my
dog. She must love being a little toy fuckhole."
"Oh, this little bitch loves it all right. You don't
know how tough it is to keep this living fuck-hole from
humping everything that moves. Then, to beat it all, she
gets off on the spankings I give her- moaning and
groaning and cumming. What am I suppose to do? She'll
fuck anything. Hell, I catch her fucking her own
toothbrush from time to time."
Actually, that part was true. I loved those soft
bristles.
"Well, if she wasn't a dumb fuck machine, no one would
want her around," said my daddy. "Everyone would want
her to die. Any bitch is worthless if she can't fuck and
suck when a man wants it."
"Isn't that the truth," my uncle replied.
Looking back, what my dad and uncle said sounded pretty
rehearsed, I think. But me, being just a preconditioned
little girl, I didn't even stop to think about what he
was saying might not be true.
"Just look at this dirty little cunt, Mitchell," said
daddy as he watch me still enjoying the canine lick-job
I was getting. When I reached down to my cunny and
opened my mounds wide for the dog, my daddy pointed and
said, "We should get one or two dogs of our own just to
keep her at bay. Little fucking whore- she loves it. If
you aren't feeding that dirty cum-hole cunt of hers some
cock, then she'll start humping legs to get off. Shit,
with this little slut, I may need to start a kennel."
"Hey," my uncle stood and propped his fists up on his
hips and suddenly looked angry. "Now she's teased
Buster- look, he's red cock is as hard as steel- poor
little thing." My uncle- a virtual stranger was shaming
me for making his dog horny. After they mumbled
something to each other, they helped the dog up so that
it could fuck me in missionary, as I was still laying
back on the couch. I wrapped my elbows around my knees
to hold my shaking legs wider.
After his dog (his knot didn't get in) finished pounding
my cunt and leapt off, my uncle brazenly reached between
my legs and finger-fucked me, and I totally gave into
him. He shoved his finger in my mouth and made me taste
dog cum a few times, then he'd go back to his fast
finger pumping. As I came, he spat in my face several
times- and it was one of my best orgasms to date.
Soon, I was being fucked by my uncle. He leaned into me
with his hard prick out, which was bigger and thicker
than my daddy's, and rapidly fucked my tiny body as the
dog randomly licked around our pounding genitals. I
screamed out with whorish lust, and no shame about it.
He went off in me for a squirt or two, but then he stood
up and jerked his cum all over my face.
Then I was made to lick some of it off, and to finger
myself with it until I was just about to cum. Then they
had me get on my knees and press my face into the carpet
while Buster licked my uncle's cream from my cunt,
getting that horny dog all riled up again. That wide,
raspy tongue was more than I could bare. I lost track of
how many times I came.
After a short break, still on my hands and knees, they
pressed down on me, arching my lower back. Buster
mounted me again, and this time my daddy and uncle
forcefully pinned my front half down and my back half up
like some kind of wrestling hold, although I don't know
why- I wasn't resisting. Although I did love the feeling
of restraint and the flushing lust that threw my
hormones into a sexual frenzy.
Then they lifted me up a bit, talking about what a dog-
hungry slut I was. My brothers laughed at me, as my
father and uncle each held my arms and thighs out to the
sides so I was no longer touching the floor anywhere. I
was getting pulverized by that big doggie cock, and
yelled out in a mixed painful-pleasure sensation which
brought about an orgasm so powerful, that I thought for
a moment it might actually kill me.
Minutes after I came, Timmy, one of my brothers friends'
and our paperboy came to the door to collect, he was
invited in and sworn to silence. I had been made to do
things with and for him in the past, but this time it
was something new- I got fucked by the dog for all of
them.
Then, still in front of them all, I was tossed so that
my top half was set over the butt-cushions of the couch,
and my knees were spread out wide on the floor, and got
it semi-doggie style, so-to-speak. This time they made
sure that Buster locked into me, which hurt and felt
good at the same time. Timmy the paperboy, was
encouraged to dry fuck my ass with his thin, four inch,
eleven year old boner after the dog turned around so we
were bottom-to-bottom. The dogs knot was uncomfortable
to say the least, but as it jumbled around while I got
ass-fucked, I came again.
First I had to suck Timmy's cock clean, then after his
red canine missile finally pulled out of me, I was
forced to suck off Buster as it slowly retracted, his
cum still dripping down my thighs. I anxiously wrapped
my lips around his big glistening prick and face-pounded
him while everyone made comments about my sluttiness
again. I loved the taste of the sticky, rust flavored
doggie dick.
He shot off in my face, chest and down my throat for a
while. Boy, dogs cum a lot. Soon I took on both of my
brothers too. When they were all through with me I was
allowed to take a quick and much needed nap. When I
awoke I was ready for more, and so were they. Although
my little preteen pussy was sore- like they cared.
I really wasn't sure whether I hated it or loved it at
times, but later at the very least I accepted it as
normal. Daddy would say, "Being a cum-dumpster may be
the one and only thing in life that you're good at,
slut. You think about pricks and tongues being in you
all the time, I know you do 'cause it feels so good to
you, you fucking little piece of cunt-meat. You don't
feel right without some rigid cock in your holes- if you
did, then you'd be completely worthless, and no one
would love you anymore. In fact, everyone would hate
you. I know I would."
I can think of another way he brainwashed me. Once he
told me, "This is what your mommy would want you to be
like if it hadn't been for her getting killed while
getting you a present. Poor dead mommy was a slut and
she wanted you to be like her. She only told you that
you should sit with your legs closed and not to run
around naked because she was hoping that you would do it
anyway. And you fell for it, you stupid bitch. You had
to be a good girl, didn't you. You should have been
getting fucked before that, then you wouldn't have been
such a little tease. All mommy ever wanted was for you
to be a whore, like her."
At the time I fell for such nonsense, and after a while
I think maybe I didn't feel right unless I was being
abused in this way. Maybe that is why I have enjoyed
being a fuck-whore as long as I have lived, even to this
day at twenty-three. I am of course, still programmed to
like it, as so much of who we are comes from childhood
experiences. It is very deeply imbedded. These things
went on for the next year, and my sluttiness became
deeper ingrained with each experience.
Then, after my uncle had left, a strange thing happened
a couple of weeks before I turned eight. My daddy and my
brothers suddenly stopped fucking with me, and didn't
have any sleepovers. I awoke of my own nature sleep
schedule, which I never even knew that I had one. I
always woke to a cock being shoved in me somewhere, but
all of the sudden it was different. I went into the
living room to await my morning fuck that must surely
come. It did not happen. They were all just lounging
there, watching TV, and didn't say a single word to me,
or even look at me. I felt sad. Why were they doing this
to me? I was so used to being used, that I never even
thought about them stopping.
I finally sat down on the middle of the floor, facing
them in a cross legged style so to better tempt them
with my young pussy. They did not take the bait, even
after my little girl cunt lips opened up, as if peeking
at them in anticipation. What was wrong with me? I
eventually started masturbating in the hopes to get them
horny, but I still got no response.
I turned around in doggie style and poked my ass to them
enticingly, and no one said anything. They just watched
TV and ignored me completely. I felt like a ghost, and I
was afraid to even speak.
Things were quiet over the next couple of days, and I
could no longer stand it. Why were they doing this to
me? I was sick of just masturbating and knew that had to
do something. I got so horny that I actually walked
straight over to my daddy on his recliner, me stark
raving naked, and flung open his robe. My brothers were
just veggin' out on the couch beside us, and didn't even
glance our way.
I was happy to see that daddy was already naked
underneath, and I immediately started sucking his cock.
I was so drunk with lust that I was almost violent about
it. I felt like I had been losing my mind over the past
few sex-free days, and it all came pouring out into that
blowjob. He tensed up a little, but other than that he
didn't acknowledge what I was doing. I did get him rock
hard, though. But like my brothers, my daddy still just
stared coldly at the TV.
Once his prick felt as hard as a led pipe, I climbed on
board. Using the arms of the chair, I balanced into a
little froggy squat over his dick- me facing him, and
worked it into my tight twat. He only leaned over a bit
so he could still see the television. Soon, I was riding
him as deeply as I could comfortably take it, bouncing
up and down with a reservoir of sexual hunger. I cried
out loudly as I rode his paternal prick, and came three
times, but dad still appeared not to enjoy it. He almost
acted as if he didn't even notice at all. But that
didn't last too long.
Without warning he finally tensed up and grabbed me by
my waist, slamming me down balls deep. I squealed out a
moaned as he bounced me up and down as fast as he could
for a few seconds, which made silly, wet slapping
sounds. Finally, some consideration. He pumped his ass
up to meet my downward traveling pussy, thrusting like
he had something to prove. He kept thwacking against my
cervix as he squirted his load inside me. In those few,
short seconds, I had a killer double orgasm- or maybe it
was one that just lasted twice as long, I really don't
know which. But I do know that I was grateful for the
little bit of attention I got.
Then, he just pulled me off of him, and tossed me
nonchalantly to the floor like I was a rag he was
finished with. It knocked the breath out of me for a
moment, and when I recovered, I looked up at him. He was
still watching TV and had closed his robe.
Over the next few days, I would ride one of my family
members several times a day, desperately trying to get
off as many times as I could before they came, and not
once during those dark days did they seem to get into
it. I'd climb on them and do all of the work until they
came, and then got pushed off, even by my little
brother, and he was only about six at the time.
When I needed satisfaction, I would go from one to the
other all day and much of the night, and as much as I
could, and except for when they shot off, they treated
me like I was invisible. Dad just kept the doors locked
so I couldn't get to our dogs, and everyone went on
without speaking to me the whole time.
This was my life over the next few days, and during that
time I felt lonely, and useless. I also played with my
cunt endlessly as well as fuck them, but somehow it was
no longer satisfying- hell, I'm not sure it even was to
begin with. I used my fingers, I used objects, I rubbed
up and down on things, but nothing satisfied me like a
hard, pounding cock. I was miserable.
Then, my eighth birthday arrive, and I had fallen asleep
crying the night before. I was so depressed because the
one thing I was really good at- getting used, was no
longer a part of my life, and I felt worthless and
horny.
Pleasantly, at dawn, I was raped good morning by all
three of them, and they seemed as horny as I was.
"Happy birthday, cum-whore," daddy said, and then he
pounded my yearning cunt really well. I got it good all
day long. Some of my brothers friends even came over
sporadically throughout the day and night, and they
fucked me too. I felt like it was some grand finale of
sex that ended a terrible dry spell.
I guess my daddy had told my brothers to ignore me to
get me sluttier, or something. If that was it, then it
worked. That was a major turning point in my life, I
think. I couldn't do without it anymore. That year it
became impossible to rape me, because you can't rape the
willing- or so I thought.
**
On my ninth birthday my daddy told me that I was old
enough to start dating as long as he picked the guys. I
really wasn't interested in dating, but he seemed
insistent, and of course I was afraid to say no.
I don't know where he found all these horny teens and
adults that came for me over the next few years, but I
suspect it was the internet.
A couple of days before I was to go on that very first
date though, I overheard daddy on the phone. He was
telling the person he was talking to, "I don't see how.
She's a horny little whore. I mean, you can't rape the
willing, can you?" A few seconds later he said that he
would come up with something, but it would cost extra. I
was so naïve I had no idea that what he could have meant
by that at the time.
Then on the day I was suppose to go out on my first
date, he had found some reason or another to punish me
the whole day long, which had become one of his favorite
pass times. As a punishment, he made me stick an active
vibrator up my asshole and kept me busy doing housework
all day like that and completely nude. I even had to
stick a feather duster in my cunt hole and dust that way
from behind- me bent over. He humiliated me even more
than usual that day.
Then he got mad because I hadn't cleaned his room yet
when he was the one who wouldn't let me get around to
it. He even stopped me from doing it at one point after
I had already started, just so I could clean the nasty
old basement, which no one ever went down into. Then he
pulled the feather duster out and made me suck the juicy
handle clean. Then he pried his finger up my asshole and
used it to push and steer me to the utility closet. "I
want this room spotless, fuck-face- you got that?" After
a nod, and a "Yes sir, daddy," I did as I was told.
When I finished, and he checked out my work, he informed
me that I needed to bathe now and get ready for my first
date, even though I had plenty of time to do that and
still clean his room. "Sluts need extra time to clean
out their skanky pussies," he said.
After my bath, my brothers started in on me. I had my
towel wrapped around me, and they just walked into the
bathroom and spread it open and poked and prodded at my
prepubescent cunt for a few minutes while I just stood
there, dumbly. Then they told me to squat on the
bathroom floor and ordered me to masturbate for them. I
didn't argue of course. I crouched in froggy style, and
my finger shot in and out of my twat-hole with a kind of
lustful fury.
They were laughing at what a whore I was and I loved it.
They made me suck them off while I gave it to myself so
good, going from one of their cocks to the other. I
didn't even resist a little bit. It wasn't long before
my legs started shaking and I leaned my head back and
happily came for them.
Then they had me bend over the empty bathtub and they
lifted my towel and took me from behind. Echoes of
ecstasy rang out from me in the tub-shower stall, and I
came three more times before they both had shot off. At
one point while my oldest brother David was fucking my
pussy, Kevin squeezed my hairbrush handle up my tiny
asshole. I wanted them to stop so I could get ready for
my date, but at the same time I loved every second of it
and would have begged them to keep going if they had
quit.
At one point, daddy even came in wearing his favorite
robe fully opened. He smirked as he watched his own
children fucking like mad. When his prick hardened and
poked out, he began to openly jerk it. He eventually
said, "God damn it, you horny cunt," like he had just
now walked in on us. "I told you to get ready for the
date, and look what you do. You get your poor brothers
all horny. Hurry the fuck up and finish them off, you
cock hungry whore."
"I'm... ugh... sorry, daddy," I chimed.
He jerked off for a while longer, and eventually came
right up to us and grabbed me by the back of my hair,
spraying his cum all over my face. I opened my mouth and
attempted to catch as much of it as I could. After that
he left without saying another word. Then my brothers
made me lie on the cold floor while they took turns
pissing on me and making me drink it. I had to bathe all
over again.
After I was finally all set for my date, daddy "noticed"
his room was still a pigsty and reminded me of that I
should have gotten around to cleaning it. He had me come
into the living room and raise the slutty-short yellow
sundress he had told me to wear (it was so short that it
looked like something from the late sixties) until it
was just over my pre-budding, pointy nipples.
Soon my pigtails flipped towards the floor as I followed
my daddy's instructions of bending over and putting my
ass in the air for my punishment, which forced the hem
of my very short dress up to my tailbone. He made me
brace my hands on my knees and spread my legs a bit. He
pulled my white cotton panties down to my mid-thighs,
which was as far as they would go because my legs were
partially open.
Then right in front of my smug thirteen year old
brother, he spanked me till my buttocks was rosy red.
Soon my little brother came into the living room,
probably to see what all the slapping sounds were about.
He laughed and pointed when he saw me, and I shut my
eyes and turned my head away in shame.
That is my problem. The shame intensified my arousal.
I bit my bottom lip as I felt this amazing rush of fiery
lust, and the boys kept laughing and making comments
about me getting off. Dad just ignored them both. He
only concentrated on the hand-paddling my ass was
getting, and would sporadically thwack my pussy with the
palm of his hand or his fingers, and each time I would
jump. He did it every few hits until my young cunt
started to get uncontrollably wet.
"Look at that, boys! The whore is wet from a spanking!"
he shouted. "God, is there any way to punish this little
cock-hole of a whore? She gets off on everything. Just
look at that shit," he smirked and shook his head as he
slapped, like he couldn't understand how I could be this
way. I didn't realize at the time, but he knew the
moistening of my pussy was completely involuntary, of
course I had to admit, I was aroused anyway, whether I
liked it or not. And I did.
Daddy rubbed my cunt vigorously and I arched my back and
moaned out, and he continued to shake his head again
like he was disappointed in me. After sighing in mock
exasperation, he raised his voice an octave to make it
sound like he just couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Fucking goddamned little whore. Look at this shit here
boys..." He abruptly wiggled his finger in my tight twat
and finger banged me with the rest of his palm open-
like he was rapidly spanking me, but finger banging me
too. "Can you believe this shit? This bitch really does
get off on everything."
I moaned out and looked at my brothers, who were just
smiling dumbly at the obscene act in front of them,
chuckling crude things to each other again. I turned
around so that I could see my daddy, and after he looked
into my eyes, he continued to speak in a voice that had
a what-am-I-going-to-do-with-this-girl overtone while he
masturbated me almost savagely fast.
"She is wet as hell, boys! This bitch is good for
fucking and sucking, and that is it. God, she's getting
even wetter now. Listen to this young cunt slurp. It's
like its hungry for more. God, she's just begging for
it."
Daddy loved to make it look like it was me doing it all
and he had no control. The truth be told, I was ready to
explode now. Exposing myself all day to my family with
things my cunt and ass, getting fucked in the bathroom,
and now this.
"Feel this thing, boys," he said. "Feel this slut's
little cunt." Which of course they did. Actually, I was
disappointed when daddy stop finger fucking me, but I
knew there was more fun to come. I shut my eyes tightly
and turned my head to the side again. I couldn't help
but get off as both of my brothers fingered me at the
same time. I was about to cum again, and I showed it.
Then when a small finger pried its way up my asshole, I
moaned out loud and bent my legs slightly to give them
better access. I was helpless to the pleasure- it was so
embarrassing. Then my dad put his finger over my little
clitty and wiggled it mercilessly. I screamed out in
pleasure, and daddy said, "See how she is? A true whore.
The slut loves it. Look at her wanting more. She wants
it nonstop."
It was then that the doorbell rang. I knew it must be my
date Donny, my reflexes got the better of me and I
quickly stood up, as my slumped over ass was facing the
door. Suddenly my daddy yelled out, "Hey!" He thrust my
face straight down to my knees and commanded me to put
my palms flat on the carpet. Then he yanked my undies
over my feet and handed them to David, my older brother.
Then, like side-kicking a soccer ball, daddy booted one
of my ankles hard so that my legs slid really wide
apart. After stumbling a little, I stood frozen in
place, knowing that I had made him mad.
"Did I tell you that you could get up, you little
tease?! Keep your hands flat on the floor 'til I tell
you different! You're going to get it worse now!" he
said sternly. "Boys, let him in."
Through a space in my bunched up dress over my head, I
could see my handsome new boyfriend-to-be enter the
living room, and with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, he
stopped and stared at my hairless preteen pussy being
fully exposed to him. I felt tingles squirm their way
through my tummy and twat at the humiliating exposure of
my privates to a complete stranger. I was displaying my
glistening wet slit-hole to my young, well dressed, dark
haired date and it was driving me crazy for an orgasm.
He looked to be of about sixteen or seventeen, and was
tall and strong looking, like an athlete. This welcoming
cunny shot definitely caught him off guard.
Then daddy told me to take my hands off of the floor and
spread the puffy mounds of my little pussy wide open for
the rest of my punishment. I was so horny and my
frustration grew with it. Whether I wanted to or not, I
loved how much all of these guys, including my
despicable brothers, were enjoying the view. They were
looking over each other, getting in each other's way,
and trying to get better angles to see my twat. I must
be really sexy, or they wouldn't like looking at me so
much. I was flattered and tried to refrain from smiling.
My life was the birthing of a slut, and at twenty-three
I still am, thanks to the overactive sexual debauchery
daddy made sure I grew up with.
"Donny, it's eight o'clock. You're right on time, I'm
glad to see you are so responsible." daddy said. "And
this horny little fuck-whore isn't ready because she
bought herself a little extra punishment. It won't take
long; just a quick lesson before your date. Apologies to
the nice young man, slut."
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.
The boy looked even more shocked as my dad went back to
just plain spanking me. I squeaked out as he was
whacking me much harder and faster now on my already
tender ass and open my tiny pink cunny mound, and I knew
all could plainly see my leaking fuckhole. Then without
warning daddy fiercely rammed what felt like his middle
finger inside me and finger fucked me really, really
fast. I shamelessly moaned out as he made my juicy cunt
start yet another rapid journey towards yet another
mind-blasting orgasm in a matter of mere seconds.
Daddy always knew how to make me cum. I think he knew it
only added to the humiliations he always made me endure.
It only furthered my embarrassment when I realized that
in addition to my open grunts and groans, I was
returning his thrusts by leaning back into it and going
with the bounce. I didn't even know how long I had been
doing it before I caught myself.
Daddy used his other hand to brace my lower back to keep
me from teetering, and quickly finger fucked me so hard
that if he had not been holding me in place he would
have sent me flying across the floor. I completely gave
myself over to the pleasure and squealed out even louder
as he rolled his big finger in circles at the very peak
of my orgasm.
Ignoring the look of shock on my dates face, daddy
laughed at me before saying, "You see what we have to
put up with here, Donny? It is all the three of us can
do to keep this whore satisfied. Shit, it's all we can
do to keep her from humping our legs every chance she
get. Fucking slut. I almost had to let the dogs in."
After I finished cumming, daddy told me to put my
panties back on, and he went over to Donny and began
whispering something to him, and then they both started
speaking back and forth under their breath. I went over
to David and he handed me back my panties, and when I
lifted my foot to put them back on, he rubbed my wet,
hairless cunny slit vigorously. I tried to ignore him
and kept trying to put them on, but he was making things
very difficult. I finally used his probing arm to
balance myself. When I finished, I turned around so I
was face daddy and my date.
After I straightened out my short dress, I stood quietly
and waited for them to finish talking. While I stood
there, my big brother lifted the back of my dress and
dipped his hands under my undies and fondled my sore
ass, and after a very short coaxing he got my little
brother Kevin to squeeze his little finger into my
tight, moist cunt from behind. He had to hook it up in
there since I was standing, and he wiggled it about like
a water sprinkler, revving up my sex drive again.
I swear that little boy's finger could nail my G-spot
every time, whether he meant to or not. Then David
started in on my asshole. I tried not to show any
emotion, as I was trying not to look like anymore slutty
to my date then I already had. And even if I did want
them to stop, I was taught by daddy to never speak until
spoken to, and that if any one of them, he, my uncle, my
brothers, or even a dog, ever wanted me to do anything
to them, or they to me, at anytime, day or night, I must
do it without protest.
I never found out what my punishment would be for not
following that rule since I never resisted it. I'd
gotten fucked by someone every few hours for most of my
childhood, and later on, my teens. Sometimes it seemed
like I never got any sleep.
In a moment I shut my eyes and let myself slip off into
the pleasure, and I was shocked to realize that I was
slowly bending over without any coaxing from them. Soon,
my lower back was automatically arching, and my ass was
turning upwards as my palms braced upon my knees again.
Then I slowly bent my knees to give them better access.
By now I was raging with lust and made outward
whimpering and moaning sounds, with not so much as an
attempt at control the reaction of this sexual
excitement.
Of course, Donny looked over and saw us with bug-eyes
and a gaping jaw right away, but daddy didn't- not at my
sexual sounds or even just out of curiosity to see what
my date was gawking at. He just kept on talking to him-
asking if he was listening. I could see the boy's cock
swollen in his pants and it made me happy that I was
turning him on so.
Soon, my oldest brother lifted my skirt up over my waist
and entered me from behind. I squealed out more vividly
as his young cock delved into the pink tunnel of my
aroused preteen twat. The moment he pried into me, he
started pounding me really hard, and leaned backside
into him without hesitation, fucking him back at full
speed while Kevin reached around and played with my
little clitty. I was going ape-shit and there was no way
daddy could have not plainly heard it.
"Donny," said my daddy, "are you listening to me?"
That's when my dad finally turned around and saw what
David and Kevin were doing, he acted surprised and got
cross with me and said, "Shit, you fucking cunt-slut, I
know you're just a horny ass bitch in heat, but Jesus!
Your own brothers too? I can't believe you were getting
off on them like that. You didn't even try to stop them.
Next you'll want us all to gangbang you. Un-bel-iev-
able!"
Everyone laughed- including Donny, and daddy kept on
making his lewd comments, the whole while my thirteen
year old brother kept fucking me and I kept moaning,
squealing and mewing, even making eye contact with dad
and Donny through my unashamed, half-closed eyes. It was
as exhilarating as it was humiliating.
I was pleasure-yelping and tilting my head occasionally
to look gratefully at my incestuous rapist, and made no
attempt to hide how much I loved getting fucked. Daddy
would pause and watch- shaking his head, and then he'd
start with some more verbal degradation about how much
of a cock-hound I was. He sure wanted me to look like
the biggest-little whore ever, and my sluttiness was
only helping him to prove it.
Once my big brother had squirted, he ordered me drop to
my knees to suck off my little brother- since I got him
horny too. After I swallowed my brother's juices, daddy
made me go in the other room so he could talk to me in
private. I remember how my knees were shaking and my
pussy was wet the entire time. He told me that I had to
do whatever Donny wanted, as he was the man and I was
just a stupid whore. But- I was not to fuck him no
matter what.
I could let him feel me up, and eat my cunny if he
wanted, and I had to suck him off if he suggested or
even hinted at it, but I was NOT to fuck him under any
circumstance. He told me that I had to wait for the
second date for that. He said, "I know you're just a
dumb fuckhole, and all you want is cock, but we want
Donny coming back for more. If you are too easy he might
not want you next week. I don't want any excuses, bitch.
Do you understand? No fucking."
"Yes sir, daddy," I promised.
"And clean out your brother's cum. God. You think that
boy wants to taste his cum if he eats you?" Then daddy
reached down and rolled his finger in my twat, scooping
out David's cum and shoved it in my mouth, ordering me
to swallow it all. Then I was ready for my date.
It wasn't long before Donny walked me out to his
corvette and even opened the door for me. He was so
polite our whole date and I was becoming comfortable,
despite my pre-date humiliation. He took me to the park
and picked me a flower, and we chatted like we were old
friends, expect for him constantly staring at my body
and trying to discretely look up my short dress.
I kept looking at his prick through his pants too, and
it was hard nearly the whole time. After a while, he
said he had to take me home, but we could take a
shortcut he knew. The shortcut was an old dirt road
which he soon pulled off of. There was nothing but woods
around us, and it was silent except for the crickets
singing a soothing tune. It was so peaceful and I felt
so relaxed.
Soon we were making out. He almost instantly slipped his
tongue in my mouth as he placed one of his hands on my
knee. Then he moved his hand up it until my dress was up
to my waist. I did nothing but return the French
kissing. Soon he slipped past my panties and was
fingering me, which was easy for him because I was
already wet from the kissing and the anticipation of his
approaching hand.
He took his cock out and I went down on him the very
second I saw it freed from his pants. I must have looked
like a starving dog. I savagely licked the bottom vein
that runs up and down the length of his seven inch shaft
for a time. It was about as long as my daddy's, but
thicker, but I managed to work it with no problem.
After that I wrapped my lips around his prick, I
engulfed it and bobbed my head up and down while my tiny
hand jerked him in unison with my mouth. I took in
almost all of it and I rolled my tongue around it like
my daddy had taught me.
Fuck, it was making me so horny. I curled up, knees near
my chest and propped my hard little nine year old ass
just as high in the air as I could get it, hoping he
would take the hint. I spread my knees out wider and
rolled ass like I was hunching the air while I sucked
his prick on an almost primal, savage level. Still
nothing. I tried to think of some way to get him to
graciously satisfy my horny, aching cunt.
My back half was basically in doggie position, with the
short dress hem ridden up passed my waist and I was just
offset of the gearshift. I thought that maybe he didn't
notice my display and I wiggled-wagged my ass from side-
to-side, trying my best to make it look subconscious. I
needed something in there. A tongue, a finger- whatever.
I couldn't stand it anymore and without thinking, I
mewed out a muffled, desperate cry- like a cat in heat,
and reached into my panties to rapidly finger my whore-
slit.
Donny was moaning out and seemed to be enjoying the
blowjob, but he only let me do it for a few more
minutes. He stopped me and said he didn't want to cum
before he fucked me. By the time he was finishing
telling me that, he had already thrust his finger in my
wet pussy and pumped it roughly, like a speedy piston.
In between whimpers, I stammered out that I wasn't
allowed to fuck him until our second date. My daddy told
me so. But he acted like he didn't even hear me and
yanked my dress off. It happened so fast I don't think
that I even knew what he was doing until he was
finished.
As he tugged at my panties I grabbed them and whined out
a "no, please don't fuck me." He didn't care. In fact I
think it made him more excited. He forcefully yanked at
them until he shredded them off of me completely. He was
extremely violent about it, and I had to admit, I was
enflamed with lust, and wanted him to fuck me into
unconsciousness, but I still tried to resist.
"No, no... please... my daddy told me no, I promised him
I wouldn't, please..." I begged as I tried to cover my
little, preteen pussy.
"I don't give a fuck what you promised. That was your
mistake, slut." Then he thwacked my hands out of the
way. "I paid good money for this date, and I'm gonna
bury my cock in you, one way or another. I don't date
teases."
As the shock of my dad whoring me out was hitting me,
Donny lifted me up and aggressively plowed my back onto
the passenger door, successfully pinning me by the
throat. He wasn't choking me exactly, but if I leaned my
head in any direction I would have been choking myself.
Then he used his shoulder to mash my left leg up and
high, trapping it against the back of the seat. I had no
leverage and couldn't have successfully fought him off
even if I had tried.
Then he grabbed the ankle of my other leg with his free
hand and spread it up all the way to my side, holding it
so that my knee was actually touching my shoulder area.
My glistening nine year old cunny couldn't get much more
exposed than that. I feebly swatted at his chest and
arms, but it was like smacking at a tree. He wasn't
budging. My cunny was spread wide open for him, despite
my feeble resistance.
"Hold still you whore," he commanded.
I didn't stop fighting him until he shoved his saliva
soaked prick in my wet little girl pussy. My head reared
back and I exploded with pleasure. I yelled out with
each fierce pump he made. His thrusts were very fast,
and almost angry, but that only made it feel better and
I made no attempts to hide it at this point.
Then I felt it. The upcoming event. My pussy felt
warmer, and those familiar addictive tingles of ecstasy
ripped through me like a bursting dam. He squeezing my
throat tighter, cutting of about half of my oxygen. I
went nuts- before I knew it I was reaching down to
brazenly play with my clit, rapidly whisking my fingers
over it back and forth and the surreal explosion made my
ears ring and sent me to the very edge of fainting.
He kept fucking me in and out of oblivious pleasure for
a while, and then he opened the door on my side. I
remember noticing how steamed up the windows were. It
funny how sometimes you remember such small details so
clearly during times like that.
I felt so helpless as he carried my small, naked body-
still impaled to his rock hard dick, and slammed me down
on the hood of his car. He fucked me there for a while
in not only missionary position, but he turned me over
into doggie style as well. And I was giving it as good
as I got it. I leaned back into each thrust he made and
he made fun of me for it, calling me his fuck-rag for
obviously loving it so much, and fucking him back with
such enthusiasm.
He grabbed me by my pigtails like handlebars, and that
really sent me flying. After my fourth or fifth orgasm I
started coming to my senses again, and remembered that I
was suppose to not fuck him. The very first second he
let go of my pigtails I tried to scurry across the hood
on my hands and knees and get away, but Donny wasn't
having any of that. He yanked me back roughly by my
hipless waist the very moment I tried to make a break
for it, and when he pulled me back, his cock-tip bull's-
eyed my tight asshole.
It didn't enter from that first hit, but it gave him the
idea I think. He squeezed his juice coated cock into my
tiny poop-hole and I screamed out in pleasure/pain so
loudly, that the crickets paused and a flock of night
birds stirred far off in the woods. He gripped me by my
shoulders and slammed me as hard as he could. I screamed
out- mostly in pain, but this only made him pump me
harder.
He even grabbed me by my waist and lifted me completely
off the car and held me that way as he pumped. Then he
grappled me around my flat chest and my tummy, holding
me upright in the cool night air. He angled my tiny body
so that I was tilted slightly upwards, and as he pounded
me up, gravity would slam me back down up to his hilt.
It hurt so bad, but being raped (something I had not
experienced since I had become a willing slut) by this
young stud also made me cum without anything in my cunt
at all. Just his hard teen-dick pounding my ass did the
trick.
Donny shot off after a few seconds of doing that, and
then he slowed to a halt, he just stood there panting
and let his dick softened. Then after it plopped out, he
threw me to the ground, and uncorked fluids pour out of
my holes. He called me some more nasty names and then
pissed all over me. My hair, my face, my chest, and my
stomach were soaked with urine like I had just showered
in it. He even told me to open up "those little lips"
and stick my tongue out.
I was afraid to say no, so when I did, he pissed
directly in my mouth, calling me his little toilet-
bitch. Some of the piss dribbled out of the corners of
my mouth, but I was forced to drink most of it. Then he
made me lick his nasty ass-cock clean. I felt so dirty
and lewd that I could have really gone for another
orgasm or two, so I began masturbating, determined to
cum again.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ, I've never seen a whore like you
before!" he exclaimed. "I guess you can rape the
willing. Goddamn fucking cum-slut." He sounded like my
daddy.
When he was through with me, Donny drove slowly even
though his car clock said we were close to being late.
He even calmly stopped to get a drink from a soda
machine at an old, run down country store. That was when
I realized I was being set up again. After he drank it
all slowly, he got back in the car and drove away. He
didn't even offer me any. In fact, all he did was ignore
me or talk to himself about what a slut I am.
After I returned home from my first date, Donny said,
"I'll definitely be seeing you again, fuck-hole. I think
I'll bring my little brother next time." Then tongued me
and basically booted me out of his car and sped off. I
could barely walk to the front door, as my asshole was
so sore. Daddy and my brothers were waiting for me
inside on the couch, watching porno, of course. My dad
stood up wearing only his favorite red robe, which was
partially open in the front and fully exposed his thick,
six inch, semi-hard dong.
My brothers stood up right after he did and my daddy
flashed a glance at them before putting his hands on his
hips and dropping his eyebrows at me, which now matched
his scowling face. It kind of seemed fake somehow, even
at the time I noticed. I closed the door and he sharply
shouted, "So, you're late, bitch. I might of known. I
let you have some freedom and this is how you repay me!
I swear, you're only good for busting a nut in, and that
it."
He shook his head at me with a tongue clicking- tisk-
tisk sound. He kept the anger rolling. "And you smell
like piss too. What is Donny going to think of a skanky
whore that smells so badly. I told you to use perfume,
you dumb bitch. Why are you so late!"
I tried to explain to him that it was Donny's fault but
he wouldn't let me get more than a few words out before
he'd start shaming me again. My brothers just stood
there, smirking with their arms crossed. God, I think I
hated them at that moment more than ever before. Those
brats were so smug I could have hit them. I hated it
worse that I wanted them to fuck me.
"I don't want to hear your bullshit," my dad said. "Did
you fuck that boy? Is that why you're so late?"
"Daddy," I pleaded, "He wouldn't take no for an answer.
He raped me." It was at that point that I realized my
daddy probably told him that when I told him no like he
told me to, that he should just fuck me anyway. I
thought about the phone call I had overheard and
realized it must have been Donny, and he said he wanted
to rape me all along and this was the only dad could set
it up. He knew I was a slut and therefore always
willing, so how could he get me raped? The more I tried
to explain that I was raped, the more angry daddy got,
and the more his already hard cock seemed to bulge even
more. I remember feeling like it was somehow staring me
down.
"He raped you? Bull-fucking-shit. You can't rape the
willing," he shouted. He used his devious brain to have
his cake and eat it too. He made me into his ready,
willing and eager slut, while at the same time he proved
that you actually can rape the willing. My daddy may be
an asshole, but he sure isn't stupid.
"I tried to fight him off," I said to daddy.
"Yeah sure, you probably begged him for it, knowing what
a slut-whore you are. You even seduced your brothers
before you left, and right in front of your date. God,
you're such a little girl whore. Did this pussy..." he
said as he grabbed it under my dress, "...get some cock
tonight?"
I gave a startled jump when he latched on to it. I
couldn't even answer him as he now started rubbing my
already wet cunny vigorously. I instinctively grasped my
hands around his forearms and rolled my eyes upward at
the pleasure. After a moment I realized that not only
wasn't I fighting his hand rubbing, but I was actually
helping by moving with him. I even gradually started
leading the rubdown. I could never denied being a little
slut.
"You horny little fuckhole. I know you got fucked. Look
at her boys, she's wanting it right now. Your goddamned
whore of a sister can't stand not getting fucked for
five goddamned minutes. We are going to find out right
now if you got any cock or not. Lie down on that couch
and spread those slutty little legs of yours."
I obeyed, realizing that there was no right answer. I
flopped down and hiked my legs high and wide, something
have always done a lot of. I held back a peeking smile,
knowing what I was probably about to get. I loved
incestuous gangbangs.
Daddy shook his head and pointing, he told me that the
evidence was right there. I had a slick, red looking
pussy that had been freshly fucked and I had forgotten
my panties.
"I didn't forget them, daddy. He ripped..."
"Shut the fuck up! Did I ask you a question? I bet this
cunt had been teasing that poor boy all night. Raped you
my ass. Boys, go and find out for sure if your slut of a
sister has been fucked," he said.
Both of my brothers opened my cunt lips and prodded its
well-fucked passageway. I turned my head to the side and
closed my eyes. This was great for humiliation. I moaned
out and spread my legs wider. The boys were poking fun
of my moistening cunt, which was now making
uncontrollable slurping sounds as they both fingered me
at once. It went like that until David discovered some
cum oozing out my anus. "Look daddy," he said as he
pulled a semen slimed finger out. "He came in this
stupid twats asshole."
"I told you not to fuck him, and ass-fucking is still
fucking, bitch. Now you are going to pay," he said.
I was mortified, but it got even worse when daddy made
me suck it off of my brother's cum-coated finger. He
told me that this was all my fault, and now that I had
messed up my brother's finger I will clean it off. This
got me horny again. It is okay, though. I had more
orgasms that followed that night- nearly all night as my
family pulled a train on me.
My daddy was the first. He told the boys to move and
after opening his robe, he leaned himself over me as I
just laid there, ready for my just desserts. My pussy
tingled in expectation of his thickening cock jabbing
its way into my awaiting "slut-slot", as daddy sometimes
called it. He stopped and laughed at my obvious
eagerness for another fucking. He teased me by letting
it tap about the entranceway and made it slide up and
down my cunt until I was dripping with dewy
anticipation.
I couldn't help but slip out a hushed, little girl whine
of frustration, "Daaaddy..."
"What?" he said. "Do you want some of daddy's cock?"
Actually at this point, any cock would have done, but I
didn't want to tell him that.
"Y... no," I replied as I looked away to the side,
playing along.
"Yes you do. You're a horny little girl slut and you
want some cock to fuck your dirty little cunt. There is
nothing wrong with that. A slut is what you are, and a
slut knows the only thing she wants is cock. Look at
me!"
I looked back at him, trying to not to look eager. I was
not getting addicted to being raped- or least playing I
was getting raped. I was hoping daddy picked up on that
and would play it with me, but he loved to humiliate his
slutty little girl much more.
"Tell me you want daddy's cock in you. Do it or not only
don't you get a good fucking from any of us, I'll tie
your hands up so you can't even twiddle yourself at all
tonight. Maybe even the next few days."
"No daddy! Please!" I shouted desperately. "Don't do
that!"
"Then say it then!"
That last threat made me cave. "I... p-please daddy. I
want to get... I mean... I want your cock. Please." I
guess I would have to wait until my next pseudo date
until I could be raped again.
"I don't believe you," he said, and started to pull
away. "Boys, get the rope. This little whore sister of
yours isn't going to get to cum for two weeks- mm,
better make it three."
That scared the shit out of me. "Oh no! Oh please daddy,
don't. I want your big prick in me. Please, oh please
fuck me daddy! Please give me my daddy-cock. No one can
fuck me like you! Please, I need it now!"
I quickly wrapped my short, slender legs as far around
his ass as I could manage and continued to beg for his
dick. I almost cried in the process out of sheer sexual
frustration. He dragged it on for a while longer, all
the while my brothers just laughed and waited their
turns. I hadn't noticed until they laughed that at some
point they'd undressed and stood naked, toying with
their young, hard dicks.
Daddy shoved his prick in me with enough force to slam
the top of my head against the back of the couch. My
neck was tilted in a very uncomfortable position, but he
didn't give a damn, and neither did I. He just kept
pounding me, and I loved it.
I squealed and rocked my little bottom in timing with
his pumping, and my little brother Kevin came over to me
and started playing with my tit-less nipples pinched and
twisted my clitty. Then David came over from behind the
couch and grabbed my arms. Even as young as he was, his
hands seemed to dwarf my tiny wrists, and he muscled my
arms apart and braced me in place, as he yelled, "Yeah!
Fuck the bitch, dad!" He didn't have to hold me like
that. It's not like I was resisting, but that seemed to
be something David especially liked doing. And I think I
did too.
I came several times while daddy was building up to his
orgasm. When little Kevin leaned over and managed to
bite one nipples while pinching the other one at the
same time, I came really hard. I was dying to fiddle
with my clit in conjunction with Kevin. I would have
too, if David hadn't been holding my arms in place.
He had them spread at about ear level and they were
forced to bend at the elbows, so my arms were pinned out
in a semi-U-shape. I struggled to free myself so I could
masturbate my clitty, but David hands were clamped
around my wrists like iron shackles. He probably thought
I was trying to free myself for some other stupid
reason. There is no way though, I was finally getting
some good cock going on. Daddy's was my favorite since
it was the biggest, and he knew how to use it better
than my brothers. At least I could somewhat play rape
from the struggling.
When dad finally shot off, he pulled out and jerked it
all over my face and chest. I opened my mouth, as I had
been trained to do, and caught as much cum as I could.
Then he made me lay on my side and raise one leg, so the
boys could have a go at me. David fucked my ass while I
sucked off my little brother's tiny peter.
They even tied me down over the pillow butt-cushion of
the recliner chair, so I was in a Z. My ass was propped
out whether I liked it or not. They used daddy's soft
robe belt to cuff my hands outwardly, so that I was
hugging around the lower back of the chair. Then they
let our dogs in. They went straight for my cunt, lapping
insanely.
Daddy made my brothers jerk the dogs off until they got
to dancing a hunch in the air. That is when they really
went off on me. I got fucked by both dogs- I got knotted
with them too. One of them even knotted with my asshole.
Then they just left me tied up for most of the night,
while they went to bed. They also left the dogs in all
night, and I was getting it good for hours. When I had
to pee, they would lap it all up as it streamed out. I'm
just lucky I didn't have to poop that night.
In the morning, daddy came in and untied me- it was
about five in the morning then. I went to bed exhausted.
I spent the rest of the night wavering in and out of a
lusty sleep, stirring with erotica, and fingering myself
to orgasm. I was hoping that someone would come in a
bang me again, but no one did. I did my best with what I
had to work with and finally fell asleep. I awoke to a
cock in my face.
When I looked up, I saw my uncle Mitchell's face
grinning back at me. He had three wagging male dogs with
him. One was Buster and the other two I had never seen
before and I knew what was coming next, even before he
spoke to me. "Good morning slut. I have some morning
juice for you. Plus I want you to met Jessup and Jinx,
my new dogs, and you already know Buster. You can suck
us all off. Then we're going to get some of that little
pussy of yours, and maybe that asshole too. Hurry up,
because you dad is going to let your dogs back in after
they finish eating. I heard about your punishment. We've
got a long morning planned for you."
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened my mouth an accepted
the inevitable.
After I got my Canadian goosing that morning, I thought
about my date and couldn't wait for daddy to set up my
next one. I remember thinking to myself that maybe I'd
be late coming home then too. Conveniently I was. I just
love a good family punishment.
No one can say my childhood wasn't a busy one.
I was never allowed to move out on my own, but I was
allowed to use a computer under the guise of staying
horny with porn. When I was alone, I also used it to
educate myself over the years. I had to keep it a secret
though or they might take it away from me. It a miracle
I can get away to see you in therapy, but luckily I've
managed to convince daddy that it helps me to be a
better slut.
My family sure has trained me well. They made me a slave
to the pleasures of fucking. I may have hated them and
loved them at the same time, but at least no matter
what, they kept me sexually satisfied.
Well, Dr Shaw, I hope that this has been useful to you.
I'll see you again at 3:00 PM, this Friday, I guess. Oh,
and I'm off my period if you want to fuck me again in
our upcoming session. I'm just sorry that you are so
squeamish about fucking girls on the rag. You shouldn't
be so snobbish. I need satisfaction, whether I'm on my
period or not. I don't want to have to look for a new
psychiatrist. You have such a big cock.
It is hard to believe it's our seventh session already.
Maybe this time we could talk while we fuck and save
time.
Sorry, but I have to go now. My daddy just called and
said that he and my brothers are coming home. It seems
as if my Uncle is back in town again and I'm sure he has
a pack of dogs with him. I think I'll pretend to try and
get away from them when they get here again this time. I
can get a rough gang rape out of the deal. I'll let you
know what happens.
I'm lucky that with all the abuse my pussy has had over
the years, that am still fertile- or at least I still
have my period. These next few months should be
interesting because of that, too. Naturally my daddy was
plastered drunk when he called a few minutes ago, so I'm
not sure I heard him right, but I think that he told me
if I haven't already taken my birth control pill today-
not to. If that's what he said, then I guess I know what
he has in store for me next. Maybe I'll have a little
slut or rapist of my own to play within a few months.
I'm sure a baby would be welcome in this family.
Sincerely,
Well, I'm not going to sign my name. You know who I am,
and I know you said you will keep this letter only in my
private records, but I've learned to be distrustful of
men- no offence. It wouldn't surprise me if one day I
saw this letter on the internet.
THE END
Archivist note: Although this story is described as part
one, no email address was provided by the author, so if
part two is not forthcoming, please don't write us
asking for it. Thank you.
Author's Notes: READ THIS PART, IT COULD SAVE LIVES -
This is a vivid and sad story on how the cruelty of
physical, mental and sexual abuse alters the brain,
leaving the person hollowed out and in great need to
recover who they are. And how when it is done at a young
enough age, it may reestablish who they are by
destroying who they might be.
When it happens to an adult it is difficult enough to
deal with, but with a child it is a total destruction of
a personality; a very soul that will never be. I know
that many don't understand this, but these type of
stories may inflict many types of emotions, and that is
very therapeutic for some; I shall explain more on that
later.
The following story is for FANTASY only. I use writing
to stimulate a numbing feeling concerning my memories
about when I was raped. If you are one who has
aggressive tendencies concerning abuse, please use this
and other stories as an outlet whether you have been
abused or if you have urges, but only if it works that
way for you, as I hope it does.
If it does not then PLEASE THINK! YOU CAN NOT EVER
IMAGINE THE DAMAGE YOU CAN DO BY REAL LIFE ABUSE. Take
it from me, I know. It never completely goes away. The
best you can hope for is to deal with it.
Except for a few experimentations, I usually write
either in third person, or from the victim's point of
view. I try and make it as vivid and visual as I can
because the better I write it, or the better it is
written when I read a sexual story, the more it becomes
like the concept of taking an aspirin for a headache.
In symbolic form it makes me relive, without reliving-
over stimulation causes a numbing effect. It
desensitizes me by making it symbolic and the true
events, also storied in the abstract world of the mind,
I have found can jumbled around under certain
situations.
Here in the written world, where I as the reader or
writer am the one who controls things. Some things
represent actual events in symbolic disguise, some do
not because I had to fill it the in between stuff so it
would make sense. I had a certain innocence when the
rape took place in my life, although it was not in my
childhood, and even during the assault, I was seeing my
childhood, and innocent sexual games I had played.
This is deep, mental symbolism that happened for a
reason. Although at the time I didn't know, but I was
subconsciously seeking out the return of my innocence,
my trust- even as it was being violated so cruelly. Now,
that same symbolism helps in my healing. I DO NOT IN ANY
WAY support ANY harmful acts ESPECIALLY on a child-
sexual or not.
The real world is not as it should be, but in the text
world, the world of visualizing, and even the cyber sex
world, are at our command. And that equals control,
which equals healing.
It works like dreams do. Think of how many times you
have dreamed of something that not only wouldn't you
ever want to actually happen, but would be horrified by
it. When that happens, it is a defense mechanism we have
so that we may work out more difficult issues through
our subconscious mind- it is not a declaration of
desire. I have reported harmful sites so they would be
shut down. Anime is fine, stories are fine, fantasies
are fine if they are for healing or preventative
reasons. Art is a powerful tool. This is NOT the same as
real life.
Please do NOT put anyone else through what I went
through, again-ESPECIALLY TO A CHILD. You will take the
sweet little light right out of their innocent eyes
forever. When it happened to me as an adult, I already
had experience in life and knew who I was, and in one
horrific moment, I could never be the same again. But at
least I had my previous time in life to help me
understand things. I had experience, knowledge, and
memories to cling to, and to warm the blistering cold of
the water because of it.
I eventually learned ways to adapt and I finally put the
person I became after the rape in some kind of order.
Most adults know the horrors that people can do, so it
is not as much of a shock as it is to a child. Their
world is a cottony soft universe of things yet to be
learned. I could finally bring myself together, but that
is NOTHING compared to a child being tormented.
Since a child does not yet know who he or she is, they
have also not yet found their full identity- no question
about that, so how can they figure out who they are now
(after the abuse) and cope with it. They do not even
have their original selves together yet, so how could
they?
Again, let me stress, I do NOT BY ANY MEANS condone this
kind of behavior in real life on anyone, anywhere, in
any way, at any time. Please USE THESE TYPES OF STORIES
LIKE I DO; TO NUMB YOURSELF TO WHATEVER ABUSE YOU HAVE
SUFFERED, OR IF YOU HAVE HARMFUL URGES, SEEK
PROFESSIONAL HELP (doctor/patient privilege does apply
and BY LAW they cannot and will not tell anyone anything
about you)
BUT IF SOMEHOW THESE KIND OF STORIES MAKE YOU WORSE THEN
PLEASE DO NOT READ THEM! IF THEY HELP YOU AS A SAFE
OUTLET, THEN PLEASE USE THEM. REALIZE THE VICTIMS PAIN
AND MANIPULATED MINDS THROUGH THESE STORIES. DO WHATEVER
IT TAKES, BUT PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ANY MORE HUMAN BEINGS
GO THROUGH WHAT I DID, OR SOMETHING EVEN WORSE.
THERE IS NOTHING THAT IS WORTH DESTROYING SOMETHING AS
BEAUTIFUL AS A SPIRIT.
ESPECIALLY THE NEWLY AWAKENING SPIRIT OF A CHILD.
It is like Steppenwolf said: FANTASY will set you free!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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