Spilled Milk

As soon as school was over, Kelly and Matt headed to their favorite spot. The twin eighteen year old seniors weren’t the first ones to visit the old abandoned factory out by the woods - all the windows had been smashed long ago, and there wasn’t a square foot of wall that didn’t have some graffiti on it - but they’d been coming there since they were in grade school.

It was Matt who’d found the key to the basement five years ago. The room down there wasn’t particularly pleasant on its own, and if it wasn’t for the thrill of having a secret place of their own, they never would’ve gone near it. It was scorching hot in the summer, freezing cold in the winter, damp and moldy all year round, and had an aroma of sulfur that seemed to be permanently baked into it. But it was theirs.

They’d never cleaned the place up, so large portions of it were still covered in dust and cobwebs. Whatever furniture or machinery had once been in there was gone, save for the old rusting footlockers that lined one wall, ten in total. Nine of them contained nothing but spiders and rat droppings, but the tenth, the one with a small padlock still on it? That was the one they were after.

Melissa was asleep when they opened the locker, but she woke up quickly when Kelly grabbed her by the hair and hauled her out of the container. Two months ago, she’d been skinny; now she was practically skin and bones, and Kelly could easily lift her with one hand. “Miss us, Doggy?” she asked with a grin.

The naked brunette had a soft, expressive face that was only made more enticing by the bright red ball gag splitting her lips. That face scrunched up with fear when she remembered where she was, and those lovely brown eyes of hers began to fill with tears. Kelly cuffed her cheek before she could get too deep into the waterworks. “Did you miss us?” the girl repeated, her tone harder. Melissa quickly let out a soft bark, muffled by the gag, and the dark haired girl let go of her hair and let her sink down to her knees. “Show us.”

She barked again, then held still while Kelly pulled the ball gag from her mouth and let it dangle around her neck. Inside her mouth was a wadded piece of cloth that had once been her panties, and she pulled those out too, tossing them carelessly onto a dusty portion of the ground. As soon as her mouth was free, Melissa lowered her head to begin lapping at their dirty sneakers. Two months of starvation hadn’t done much to diminish her fat tits, and they brushed the filthy concrete floor as her little pink tongue went to work. Between that and the sight of her heart-shaped ass softly swaying, Matt was already rock hard.

They’d only taught her this trick a few days ago, and she couldn’t hide the clear disgust on her face as she tasted the grime on their sneakers. But she didn’t let that stop her, her tongue never pausing until Kelly laughed and pushed her away from them with one spitshined shoe. “We’d better take a break, Doggy. Matt is about ready to burst if we don’t give him some relief.”

“I am not,” her brother said defensively, but he had no complaint about Melissa getting on all fours and submissively pointing her crotch in his direction. He quickly undressed and knelt behind her, using one hand to rub his cockhead up and down over her slit. She whimpered slightly at the contact, then pushed against him like she’d been taught. She was dry, but they’d stretched her cunt out with plenty of different things over the last two months, including Kelly’s fist the last time the brunette had dared to speak, and the experienced fuckhole swallowed him up with minimal difficulty.

During the first couple days, the shapely brunette had fought like hell to get him out whenever he was inside of her. Then there’d been about a week where she just limply accepted her rape, practically catatonic. Now she humped him vigorously like the well trained fucktoy she was, stroking the full length of his shaft with her soft pussy walls while her tired muscles did their best to wring his spunk out. “That’s a good doggy,” he said, and patted one ass cheek in approval, careful to avoid the many burns and bruises that still lingered.

Kelly watched Melissa go at it for a minute, a pleased smile on her face, before she spoke up. “Would you like your dinner a little early today, Doggy?” Melissa barked quickly. One for yes, two for no. Nodding or shaking her head would get her punished just as surely as speaking; things like that were for humans, not animals.

The brunette had been in utter disbelief about what they’d expected of her the first few times they’d fed her, but now her eyes hungrily tracked the can of wet dog food that Kelly pulled from her backpack, and her stomach rumbled. A can a day seemed to be enough calories to live on - barely - but she only received the entire can when she did a good job, and nothing at all when she misbehaved or performed poorly. Either way, she usually wasn’t fed until the very end of a session, and she was all but drooling at the idea of eating sooner.

She hesitated slightly, though, when she saw that the can had already been opened, and was now resealed with tape. “I know eating the same thing every day has to have been getting boring,” Kelly told her with a grin, “so I decided to try switching things up a little.” She tapped the can. “First, I added a bit of honey for a sweeter taste. And then I heated it up some. It’s been a little while, but it should still be nice and warm. Sounds tasty, doesn’t it, Doggy?”

Melissa barked her agreement, wishing that her response was more of a lie. Compared to the cold, gritty, and slimy stuff she’d been eating every day, the thought of something sweet and warm really was making her mouth water, even if it was only dog food. Then she stiffened, and at the same time Matt moaned happily. His pet continued fucking herself on his cock while it sprayed its thick load into her pussy.

The sensation was familiar, but still brought a flash of panic. Matt had tried using a condom only once, and halfway through he had stopped and claimed it felt awful. They’d made her eat it. He shot a new load into her unprotected pussy every day, and only blind luck had kept her from getting pregnant so far. Long ago, she’d tried to appeal to them, and make them understand that an unplanned baby would mean trouble for them too, but that had only gotten her a caning. “Don’t worry yourself about puppies,” Kelly had said afterward. “If any start growing in your belly, we’ll just beat them out of you.”

By the time Matt had gone soft inside of her, Kelly had finished unsealing the can, and plopped it into the unwashed food bowl that had been in the foot locker with her. Immediately a foul, rancid smell filled the room that made all three participants wince. “Whoops,” Kelly teased as she pinched her nose shut to try and block out the smell. “I guess leaving the can sitting out in the sun all day also made it spoil just a little. Who knew?”

Melissa gagged at the scent of the rotten dog food, but it wasn’t the revolting smell that made her stomach twist up in knots and threaten to upend itself. Mixed in with the dog food were black flecks. Moving black flecks. The honey had attracted ants, and there were hundreds of them scurrying over the spoiled meat. She looked hopelessly up at Kelly, her eyes pleading with her not to be serious about this. The girl answered her with a wink. “Well, no sense wasting food. Eat up!” Matt didn’t say anything about the matter, but the way his limp cock pulsed inside her and began to stiffen again was answer enough. Once he was fully hard again, he slid out of her completely, and let his slick head kiss her wrinkled rosebud instead.

Her guts were still sticky with his seed from yesterday, and he slid into her easily. “God, you’ve still got such a tight ass, you furry little slut,” he marveled, and laughed. “Guess we won’t have to kill you today!” Melissa whimpered again. The both of them often talked about killing her once they’d worn her holes out too much. In the very beginning, she’d thought it was just a sick joke, another way to intimidate and humiliate her, but by now she wasn’t nearly so sure. It wasn’t as though she would have any trouble identifying them to the police if they ever let her go. And they’d proved their willingness to hurt her day after day. So maybe they really did intend to kill her someday, and if they did, it wasn’t a stretch to think that they’d do it the day her body could no longer please them as much as they wanted. So the brunette’s response to the casual reminder of how little her life was worth was to clench her asshole tight, desperate to show her rapist that she was still a good fuck.

As she helped him enjoy sodomizing her, Melissa put her head down and began eating. Over the last two months, starvation had taught her to tolerate the taste of dog food, though she would never come close to enjoying it. This was far, far worse, and the only reason she didn’t vomit was the certainty that they would make her lick it all back up. If she could have eaten at her own pace, she could have at least gotten the ordeal over quickly. The entire spoiled and bug filled mess could have been eaten in less than a minute with about nine or ten big bites. But Kelly never passed up a chance to humiliate her.

By now, Melissa’s required way to start eating had become something of a ritual, every step recorded by Kelly’s phone as short clips. First, the one of her smiling over the filthy bowl. Second, one of her tongue delicately lapping at her meal. Third, her teeth slowly pulling a chunk of it from the bowl. Fourth, that chunk resting on her outstretched tongue while she smiled some more. Fifth, her slowly chewing, mouth still open to show the way the dog food was mashed around her teeth and cheeks. And finally, a sixth shot of her mouth stretched painfully open, tongue sticking out, to show anyone looking at that she’d swallowed every morsel. The whole process took several minutes, and she wasn’t allowed to eat properly until it was done. Even then, she was always to go slow, taking small bites and chewing each thoroughly before swallowing. If she gave her owners the impression that she was trying to rush through a meal, the usual consequence was being slugged in the stomach until it all came back up and she was forced to start over.

“Yes, that will be a great set,” Kelly remarked once her pet was finally allowed to start eating. “Your fans are going to love it, Doggy!” Sometimes they read some of the sick, obscene messages people left for her on the website they’d created. They hurt to hear, but not nearly as bad as when they read the messages from her parents, desperately pleading for her to come home. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, Melissa had buckled under the pressures of college and run away, ending up as a prostitute and fetish porn star. Not a minute passed where she didn’t pray that someone would disbelieve that story and make a serious effort to look for her in her hometown, but so far no one had, and it was looking increasingly likely that no one ever would.

After all, her own siblings had corroborated the lie.

Melissa had always been their parents’ favorite. They’d denied having favorites, of course, but it was obvious to all three of their children. Melissa was the one with perfect grades and sports trophies, the one who never got into trouble for drinking or smoking, never hung out with a bad crowd. Before she’d reached puberty, it had been clear that she was going to grow up and make something of herself one day, and just as clear that her brother and sister weren’t. Lazy, disruptive, ungrateful, hopeless… those were the sorts of words her parents used to describe them in their frequent lectures for bad behavior, usually paired alongside comparisons of how much better behaved their sister was.

Her parents didn’t have too many words of praise for Melissa anymore.

Her phone was still around somewhere at home, its SIM card removed to prevent anyone from tracking it. Every couple weeks or so, her siblings would turn it on just long enough to compose a text to themselves or their parents about how happy she was, and how much she loved her new “unorthodox” lifestyle. The texts contained plenty of casual references to things only a family member would know, and her mother and father had never once doubted that they were genuine. Last week, Kelly had informed her gleefully that they’d finally taken her trophies off the mantel and started discussing what to do with her room and old things. Her parents were learning to accept that Melissa was never coming back.

Kelly wasn’t satisfied until her older sister had licked her bowl clean, diligently hunting down every last fleeing ant. “I bet Doggy is hungry for dessert, huh?” she remarked, and Melissa barked. Her sister’s pussy was already soaking wet when she pressed Melissa’s face to it, and the captive girl wasted no time probing it with her tongue. Nothing made Kelly more likely to punish her than any perceived hesitation or laziness in pussy eating, so she kept the smile on her face while she enthusiastically ate the girl out, her eyes obediently turned up to meet her owner’s.

Melissa genuinely wanted to give her sister the best orgasm of her life, just as she wanted her brother to have a fantastic time fucking her raw asshole. All of her old hopes and dreams had been pared down to a single objective: stay alive. And the only way to do that was to be the best doggy fucktoy she could. So she nuzzled Kelly’s slit as though she didn’t find the taste and smell revolting, and she met Matt’s thrusts with her own as though it wasn’t pure humiliating agony. She was a good doggy, she tried to tell them through her service, a good doggy, and they should keep her around for years.

Three hours later, Melissa was flat on her stomach licking Kelly’s bare feet, her tongue carefully digging into the crevices between her sister’s toes to remove all detritus. “That tickles!” Kelly said, giggling, and used the wet sole of one foot to push Melissa’s head away from her. “Alright, that’s enough, Doggy. You done, Matt?”

“Uh huh,” he said without looking up from his phone. His cock sat limp and drained, finally sated after leaving two loads in her guts, one in her cunt, and a final one down her throat while performing clean up. She’d tried refusing to lick his cock after it had been her ass once, and only once. He’d delighted in holding her down and burning her ass and tits with his cigarette lighter until she was begging for the opportunity to taste her asshole on his dick. The day after, he’d demanded she tongue wash his anus and nut sack for the first time, and been visibly disappointed when she’d obeyed without hesitation or complaint instead of giving him another opportunity to torture her into submission.

“Then let’s walk her and call it a night.,” Kelly suggested.

The “walk” was only the few meters it took for Melissa to crawl to the bucket they’d brought for her waste. In the beginning, only being allowed to relieve herself once per day had been a torture in and of itself, and she’d occasionally had accidents in her foot locker that they’d made her lick up. But two months of steady dehydration had shrunk her bladder’s output enough that it was no longer difficult to go twenty four hours between urinations, which was absolutely terrifying in its own way.

She lifted her leg and carefully aimed for the bucket, releasing her pent up urine with a smile for the camera. Then she squatted over the bucket and did her business with another smile, her legs spread to show her fans exactly what she was doing. “Good girl,” Kelly cooed, and tossed a stale and lint-covered dog treat from her pocket onto the floor. Melissa wasted no time licking it up, pausing only long enough to let her sister record the moment. “Now come on back for sleepies.”

Melissa crawled back to the footlocker, very careful not to even glance in the direction of the exit. Depending on her siblings’ mood, even that tiny acknowledgment of the way out could easily lead to her getting punished. Last time it had happened, Matt had fucked her right up against it, slamming her hips and stomach and tits against the unforgiving door until they’d been bruised all over.  She’d already learned the hard way that they always kept it locked. Sometimes she entertained fantasies of finding the key in their pocket and racing out before they could stop her, but that was about as likely as her figuring out how to tunnel straight through the wall. After two months of starvation and muscle atrophy, the closed door was just a formality; she wasn’t certain she could even walk anymore, let alone outrace her healthy siblings.

Matt retrieved her panties from the ground, used them to wipe off any remaining spit on his cock, and stuffed them back into her mouth. Kelly reapplied the ball gag, and then the two lowered her back into the footlocker. “See you tomorrow, Doggy,” Kelly said cheerfully, and gave her a wave while she picked up the lavatory bucket; she’d dump its contents out in the woods on the way home. “I’ll try really hard to remember to bring that new chew toy next time, honest.” They closed the container, locked it, and left without looking back, eager to get away from the stale basement air and enjoy the warm spring evening outside.

The basement was still and silent after they left. Just dust and mold and ten rusting footlockers. And quietly, so quiet it was almost inaudible, the sound of a young woman sobbing.