Sunday with the Baileys

A few hours later.

“Get off of me, you fucking bastard!” Megan roared as Red straddled her prone body. “Mom! Dad! Help!”

“Dad already helped plenty,” Red told her as he pinned the redhead’s wrists above her head with one hand. His other hand disappeared under her shirt to paw at her ample breasts, then slid lower, under her jeans and underwear. Megan jerked as his fingers stroked her crotch. “He just can’t wait to be a grandpa, yeah, so he asked me to come by and help get this womb of yours spitting out babies. Isn’t that right, Joey?”

“Y-yes…” Joe said awkwardly, trying not to watch his daughter’s struggle. “I, I asked for this…”

He could have said something sooner. He could have shouted when Megan first came through the front door, oblivious to what was waiting for her. But he’d done nothing, just watched from his chair as Red ambushed the girl in the living room, bringing her to the ground with practiced ease.

Megan had always been a tomboy and a firebrand. Fierce and independent, never afraid to voice her opinion or get into an argument. It was something Joe had always loved about her, even if it meant a lot of shouting matches whenever politics were discussed. When she’d come home from college the first time with her brown hair dyed red, even her parents had to admit the color was a natural fit on her.

“You’re a fucking liar,” she spat now as she wrestled with the man on the living room floor. Joe wanted to tell her to stop resisting, to just accept that this was happening and not make the men angry.

But he knew she wouldn’t listen. As a kid, she’d come home more than once with a bloody nose or a chipped tooth. When asked what had happened, she always had the same answer for her parents, delivered with a proud smile: “fighting bullies”. It didn’t matter if said bully was a boy, or older than her, or had friends with them. It didn’t even seem to matter much to her if she won or lost.

“I am lying,” Red admitted freely while he gradually ripped away her clothing, “but not nearly as much as you think. Like your mom? Ellie never ACTUALLY told me she’s worried college is filling your head with a bunch of radical nonsense about feminism and equal rights, but we both know she is. Same way we both know if you interrogated her beliefs, we’d find that deep down she thinks there are two types of women: the upstanding kind that get married quick as they can and live happily ever after, and sluts that spend their whole lives on their backs and on their knees and deserve whatever trouble they find. And I’m not saying she’s right, all sounds pretty fucked to me, but I bet if I told her about a girl who got up to a bare fraction of the fun you’re gonna be having today, consensual or not, you know which category your mom would stick her in.”

Joe didn’t think Eileen was even listening to Red’s cruel barbs. His wife had learned quickly that Blue wasn’t lying when he said it would get harder and harder to keep him going every time. Frankly, Joe had no idea how he’d lasted this long already. He’d never managed more than two or three loads a day, even in his prime, and yet somehow the masked man had already finished six times, every drop shooting into Eileen’s bleeding hole.

But even that ridiculous endurance clearly had its limits. Every time, it took Eileen longer to revive his soft cock inside her mouth. Right now, the brunette’s cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel as she knelt in front of Blue, cradling his entire cock and balls between her lips. Despite her own daughter being pinned down just a few feet away, Red chuckling as he tore her clothing off piece by piece, all of her attention was focused on convincing Blue that he would enjoy adding a seventh load to her cum soaked guts.

“You fucking! Piece! Of shit!” Megan yelled at Red, panting from the exertion of the fight. She was fully naked by now save for her white socks, and Joe tried not to notice how her bare breasts bounced and jiggled as she squirmed, or the way the deep gulping breaths she was taking between shouts made her chest heave. She was his daughter, for crying out loud. But it wasn’t like he’d asked to see her naked, or like he was deliberately choosing to make his cock painfully hard in his pants while he watched her. He was blameless in this. “I’ll die before I! Before I let you! You fucking pervert! I’m gonna-!“ Red cut her off by stuffing the sweaty rag that had been her panties into her mouth.

“Don’t worry, the gag’s only temporary,” he told her as he began wrapping duct tape around her head to seal her lips closed. “You’re gonna get to suck plenty of dick before we’re done for the day. But I reckon it’s best for everyone if you’ve already been ridden and broken in before we start putting valuables near your teeth.”

“Mmmmr Fmmmr!” she said angrily, her eyes glaring daggers at Red. Even now, silenced and immobilized, she was still trying to break free, twisting from side to side to try and throw him off of her.

“Motherfucker? Me?” he asked with exaggerated innocence, easily remaining astride her. “Nah, I wouldn’t dream of laying a finger on my best friend’s new fucktoy. Blue, I think Megan wants to know how her Mom is doing.”

“She’s doing fucking fantastic,” Blue declared. “Aren’t you, bitch?”

Eileen whimpered slightly as his cock and balls popped free from her mouth, the shaft still soft. “Y-yes sir,” she said meekly. “I can’t, um, I can’t wait for you to… to… to hose my guts down again.” She rushed to mouth him once more, as though every second away from his dick was a second too many.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” he said fondly. “Look at you, trying to butter me up with a little spontaneous sexy talk. Nothing I love more than a slut dumb enough to think she can beat the odds. Suck my balls harder, bitch; I want my cock back in that ass almost as much as you do.”

“Here’s the deal, Megan,” Red said. He was actively masturbating her now, pumping her pussy with two fingers while she tried to kick at him. Her straining arms, still pinned above her head, managed to lift an inch off the ground, but he just leaned in a bit, letting gravity and muscle slam them back down. “I’m not actually planning to rape you myself. Believe it or not, I’m not all that into sex. But I am into money, and there are a lot of guys willing to pay for the chance to fuck a young woman like yourself. Hell, we didn’t even know you were this pretty; I should’ve charged them more. Live and learn, right? Point is, I’ve invited some of them to come have fun with you. I’d tell you to treat them nicely, but I’ve got a feeling that won’t be a problem.”

There were wet noises coming from her pussy with each thrust of his fingers now, and Megan’s face was red with more than just exertion. “Before we begin, I have a question. Which would you hate more: if I make you cum or just tease you? What will burn hotter in your mind whenever you think back on this moment? That the man who was about to ruin your life made you moan and squeal and clench on his digits first? Or that he left you panting and frustrated for your rapists?”

Megan let out a shrill sound of anger and bucked harder than ever, trying one last time to evade his questing fingers. She failed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Red said, chuckling. “Enjoy your orgasm, slut.”

It only took a few more minutes for her body to quiver, her breath coming out in short ragged gasps. She was doing her best to hide it, but it was obvious even to Joe that his daughter was cumming. “There’s a good fucktoy,” Red said as he rubbed his fingers clean across her pubic mound. “And now that you’ve had your fun, it’s their turn. Come on in, boys!”

A door upstairs opened, and two men all but flew down the stairs.

The first, heavyset and balding and even older than Joe, wasted no time on foreplay. He simply tackled the girl, smothering her under his weight as he grabbed hold of her hips and jerked them this way and that, trying to line his cock up with her narrow slit. It took only a couple seconds for his blind fumbling to bear fruit, and Megan screamed as he began to force his way into her entrance.

“Roll over, bastard,” snapped the second man, lanky with greasy black hair. “You’re blocking my hole.” The first obliged, rolling onto his back so that the thrashing college girl was on top of him. “Yeah, just like that.” He hocked loudly and spat a thick wad of green phlegm onto his hand. “Hear that, fucktoy?” he asked as he began to stroke his cock with that hand. “These other guys, they’d just fuck your ass dry, but I ain’t like them.” He spat on his hand again. “I’m gonna give you a bit of spit lube first. You better fucking remember that, yeah? I’m gonna be your favorite from now on. Kindest man you’ll ever meet, that’s me, so I expect you to be fucking GRATEFUL.”

If the thin layer of scum on his shaft made any difference, it didn’t seem to matter to Megan. The redhead’s cries rose in pitch and volume as the man drove his hard dick into her narrow asshole. Sandwiched between two strangers that were both twice her age, she could only flail and scream as she was violated from both ends.

Red nudged Joe. “Here comes the good part,” he whispered, and then raised his voice. “All right! Your new fucktoy is open for service. Mind your queue numbers, be respectful of her other owners, and most of all, have fun!”

More feet pounded down the stairs.

Strangers began to flood into the living room from above. They were moving too much for Joe to accurately count them all himself, but according to Red he’d invited fifty people for this, a big enough crowd that they filled the whole living room and spilled out into other parts of the house. Their ages and appearances varied, but they were all some combination of ugly, old, creepy, and lacking in personal hygiene; the sort of guys most women would cross the street to avoid. And every man there was practically vibrating with eagerness to fuck Joe’s daughter.

One man grabbed one of Megan’s flailing legs, and began to tickle the sole of her foot with yellowed fingernails. She convulsed like she was having a seizure, but couldn’t pull her ankle out of his grip. “That’s it, ride those cocks!” he encouraged, tickling her even harder. “You’re just fourteen loads away from being with a real man.”

“Number twenty is the one that’s gonna rock your world,” insisted another as he pinched both of Megan’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The girl’s eyes bulged as he started viciously twisting them. “You’re gonna fucking love the way my fat dick feels inside you, slut, I promise. Just gotta help you get through these other guys first.”

“Don’t worry about those two,” said another as he wrapped one hand around her throat and began to squeeze. “I’m #3, you know what that means, baby? Means whichever fuckhole gets creamed first, that’s the one I get. And THAT means it’s lady’s choice right now.” He stared into her wide eyes as she gasped and failed to draw in air. “Which one do you want me in? Sliding into that tight cunt? Burrowing into your backdoor? Show me. And don’t worry, baby, there’s no wrong answer. Either way I’m gonna blow your mind.”

Joe could barely see his daughter through the pile of flesh that had converged on her. Men pinched her, slapped her, tickled her, jabbed her, scratched her… every part of her body seemed to be fair game, and all in the service of getting her to finish her rapists faster.

As sperm began to trickle down her thighs, her cunt was empty for only a handful of seconds before being raped again. “So you wanted me in here, huh? I understand, baby. I’m gonna pump your womb with so much jizz, we’ll end up with octuplets.”

Her violated asshole gaped in the open air, allowing her next rapist to slam nearly all the way in on his first thrust. “Fuck you’re tight! But you’re never gonna be this tight again, slut, not after me! Let’s bust this hole wide open!”

A limp, thoroughly satisfied cock slipped out of her twat, and a fresh hard shaft immediately took its place. “Me, I don’t care about kids, I just want a soft warm college cunt. Yeahhhh, clench that fuzzy little fuck pocket around me, slut! Show me what all them frat boys are gonna be missing out on.”

The next man gave her ass a hard smack before driving into her guts. “I wanted to get that cunt, but I have to use your butt instead?! Fucking bitch! Guess you give me no choice but to absolutely fucking ruin your asshole then. Just remember this was your own goddamn fault.”

Above the duct tape, Megan’s eyes were wild and frantic. At any given moment, her body was being abused in at least a dozen different ways, and all the while man after man after man penetrated her body, thrusting in and out of her swollen, cum glazed holes before adding their own sticky messes to her insides. Around her, men laughed about how much fun they were having, barked commands and insults at her, whispered sick fantasies in her ear, slapped their hard dicks against her taped cheeks and joked about how sexy she was going to look later with her lips wrapped around them… It was an onslaught of over-stimulation from every angle, and Joe could almost see his daughter’s brain frying under the weight of it all.

Another cock spearing her cunt. “Someone give the slut’s clit a good tug, I can tell she loves it!”

Another cock splitting open her asshole. “Oh thank fuck, I was worried I’d get in here and find out one of these goddamn degenerates had taken a piss in your guts. Means I get to do it first, woo!”

Another cock pumping her twat. “Fucking hell, I wanted that to be me. Guess I’ll have to settle for providing your first piss douche.”

Another cock buried in her butt. “Don’t worry, slut, no piss from me. Just a couple balls full of hot cum for you to drain.”

Megan never stopped fighting. From start to finish, she kept struggling the entire time, squirming and fighting to break free. Some of the men didn’t seem to notice; the rest didn’t care. Outnumbered fifty to one, it didn’t matter in the slightest if she was willing or not. Whether she was being lifted into the air, draped over the back of a couch, rolled up until her ankles touched her ears, none of her resistance accomplished anything. They positioned her as easily as a blow up doll, fresh loads of cum pumped into her from above, below, in front, and behind.

Her cunt stuffed. “Don’t matter if a hundred men fuck you before and after, girlie, my swimmers are the real deal. When that belly of yours swells up, you remember that I’m the brat’s daddy.”

Her ass stuffed. “Stop pretending it hurts every time I ram into your shitter, you conniving little bitch. Think you’re gonna trick me into feeling sorry for you, huh? Maybe that crap worked on your old boy toys, but not me. I’ve met plenty of stuck up bitches like you, and every last one of them secretly loved anal, even if I had to smack some sense in them before they’d admit it. Guess I’m gonna have to beat that attitude outta you too!”

It felt to Joe like it took days for all fifty men to rape Megan, but according to the clock on the wall, it wasn’t quite noon yet when a final load was squirted into her bloodied cunt. Barely an hour had passed. “Well done, everyone,” Red said, and clapped his hands. “Let’s get the little lady cleaned up.”

Megan moaned in relief, but she quickly found reason to scream again when Red turned a garden hose on her. Ice cold water sprayed over the naked girl, slowly washing the cum and blood off her ravaged skin. Her insides weren’t spared either. A pair of grinning men with toilet brushes began pumping them in and out of her holes, the stiff bristles soon bright red and sticky with blood.

“None of that for you, bitch,” Blue grumbled to Eileen with obvious distaste. “Every drop of cum I shoot into you is there to stay.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” Joe’s wife told him. Her arms were still duct taped behind her back, but now she sat in his lap as he reclined in a chair. Her legs flexed as she rhythmically clenched her ass around his cock, doing her best to please him and earn her ninth helping of spunk. “I, uh, I love feeling your, your c-cum inside me.”

“And you always will,” he promised her, his hands casually groping her chest. “After I kill you - or maybe before, we’ll play it by ear - I’m going to sew all your holes shut. You’ve only got hours to live, but years from now, when you’re just a rotting corpse in an unmarked grave, you will still be full of my spunk. You understand what I’m saying, bitch? You got to spend a few decades as a person, but from now on, and for literal centuries to come, you’re just a person shaped cum dump. MY cum dump.”

Fresh tears welled up in Eileen’s eyes, but she didn’t stop clenching. “…yes, sir…”

“See, that’s a good bitch. An obedient bitch. So I’m gonna help you out, just a little.”

“Thank you sir!”

“Number nine is about where most of my anal fucktoys falter. The pills I use are some grade A shit, keep my balls churning out cum all day long, but it takes more than that to keep me in the mood. And right now, your guts are loose, my cock is sore, and you barely even retch anymore while you’re sucking your shit off my dick, do you?”

“No, sir…”

“So I’m willing to offer a few tips and tricks to help keep me interested. Ways to make you more fuckable. And I promise, you’re going to hate all of them, and when the end comes, you’ll regret every last one you tried. You still wanna hear them?”

“Y-yes, sir…”

“Good bitch.” He began to whisper into her ear. As she listened, Eileen’s face grew paler and paler.

But she still didn’t stop clenching.

Megan’s cleaning ended with the girl in the fetal position on the living room floor, wet and shivering. Her skin shone red from being scrubbed raw by the toilet brushes, and it had taken a prolonged blast from the hose to wash away all the blood produced. “How you feeling after round one, champ?” Red asked as he knelt down, knee casually on her head, and began unwinding the duct tape gagging her. “If you’re feeling a little more docile, I can leave the gag off for round two. Way easier to satisfy your fifty new boyfriends with three fuckholes than-“

Megan grabbed one of his legs with both arms and pulled, letting out an almost primal scream of rage  at the same time. Caught off guard by her sudden renewed resistance, Red lost his balance and fell over.

The redhead scrambled to her feet, ripping the rest of the duct tape off and spitting out her panties. “Fuck… you…!” she rasped. The screaming had rendered her voice weak and hoarse, but the fury and hatred in it was unmistakable as she reared back her foot and kicked him between the legs as hard as she could. “Mother… fucker…!”

She landed one more kick in the same spot before the others overcame their shock and grabbed her, hauling her away from the prone man. Despite everything she’d been through, and whatever was yet to come, she was grinning proudly now. “Just another… stupid… bully…!”

Red rose to his feet slowly, shaking his head to clear it. “Well, that… that was unexpected…” he said. He waved a vague hand at the others, who all looked incensed at her actions. “Don’t… don’t hurt her, I’m fine. The occasional kick to the balls is just one of the hazards of the trade.” He chuckled, back to his usual self. “Spend enough time with fucktoys, you end up with sore junk one way or another.”

He approached Megan, who was still grinning while she tried to pull herself free of everyone. “That was genuinely impressive,” he told her. “If circumstances were different, I could see myself falling head over heels for you. Like, for real, not just sex.”

“If circumstances were different,” she retorted, “you’d still be a fucking scumbag. You want me to be scared, but no matter what you do to me, you’re all just a bunch of overgrown schoolyard bullies.”

“Fair,” he said calmly. “Can’t say you’re wrong, either. But I CAN promise you that this? This moment right here? Is the last time you will ever feel like a human being again.”

Despite her best efforts, Megan couldn’t stop him from stuffing her panties back in her mouth and taping it back up. “Alright guys, show’s over,” he said loudly. “Let’s get this party back on track!”

If the general atmosphere for her first gang rape had been one of excitement, this time it was outrage. The men fell on Megan like a pack of wolves on a sheep, and they raped her like they hoped to beat her to death with their cocks. Before long, the rough abuse had left her holes so red and swollen that even the slightest and softest contact produced agony.

The men noticed this, and raped her all the harder.

Red didn’t bother ungagging her again after everyone took their turn and she’d been subjected to another harsh cleaning. He just nudged her prone form with his shoe. “Doing great, Megan! You were right, who needs to suck cock when everyone can just dogpile your other holes? Two rounds down already, and just, I dunno, six or seven more to go? You know what, let’s call it eight, put it at a nice even ten rounds. That means only four hundred rapes to go!”

Megan flinched like she’d been struck at the realization that her ordeal was only just starting. She made a small hesitant sound. It wasn’t anything like surrender or submission, just a brief lapse in her righteous fury. It might have been an acknowledgment that she was in over her head, or a tentative request to negotiate, or maybe just the hope that there had to be some way to get through this without being raped five hundred times.

Either way, Red ignored it, and round three began.

Joe prayed that they would ease up on his daughter, that their cruel treatment earlier had made things even between them. But it didn’t seem like anyone above was listening to his prayers today, because they were more brutal than ever. It wasn’t just their anger, though they still glowered and cursed and spat at her. With their initial sex drives curbed from having raped her twice already, they were no longer finishing as quickly. And that meant those waiting their turn grew even more vicious in their attempts to speed things up.

Cigarettes were put out on her thighs. Thumbtacks were driven into her tits. One of her thumbnails was pried off. They did anything they could to keep her bouncing and clenching as well as they wanted.

And it all worked. Even as the anger in her eyes blazed hotter, the hapless girl was moving faster than ever, with what could almost be called enthusiasm if you ignored the pure misery and rage stamped across her face. With her resistance useless, her pleas ignored, and her suffering increasing with each passing second, some part of her had accepted that the only way out was through. By now, no one wanted her rapists to cum faster than Megan herself, and so she bounced and clenched like the sexy redheaded college fucktoy that she was trying, genuinely trying, to be.

Not that this made the men hurt her any less, of course.

The only distraction Joe had from his daughter’s suffering was his wife’s, and that was no comfort at all. Eileen spent most of the next hour posing for Blue’s phone camera, giving him the “before” shots he wanted. He took photos of her with his cock stuffed in her mouth, buried in her ass, nestled between her breasts. “Always looking for new material for the spank bank,” he commented while sliding his shaft back and forth along her ass crack. “Course, you’re fatter, older, and uglier than most of my fucktoys, but I’m sure I’ll jerk it to you once or twice eventually. And when the time comes, you want me to have a nice, satisfying wank over how I killed you, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Eileen agreed through clenched teeth, her head turned to smile back at the camera.

“Won’t hoard these all to myself, though. Might take a few years for anyone to find your body, but once they do, I’ll send some of my favorites around to your friends and family, maybe print out a poster for your church. We wouldn’t want anyone you care about to get the wrong idea and think you died stoically or bravely, right? It’s important they all know your last hours were spent being my smiling, buttfucking slut.”

“Th-thank you, sir…”

“Now face me and kneel. Big smile. Bigger! And keep those teeth clenched! That tongue is for tasting cock, cum, and shit, bitch; even piss is too good for you.” He began to urinate on her face, his stream splashing off her bared teeth. “You remember how happy all those past fucktoys looked? You’re just like them now, just another grinning idiot about to get ripped in half. This is gonna be the very last before picture, bitch. Next time I point this camera at you, you’re gonna be bloody and screaming. You want to get started on that now, or should we pump a fresh load into those guts?”

“F-fresh load, please, sir,” the trembling brunette squeaked as she rolled onto her stomach and pressed her piss smeared face into the carpet so she could present her bruised, plump butt to Blue. The masked man chuckled as he put his phone away, and then eagerly sank back into her waiting hole.

Red visited Megan again after round three and her subsequent cleaning. “Did you know I can read minds?” He asked idly as he studied her. She was too tired to move, but gave him a flat, disbelieving look. “No, no, really! Watch, I’ll prove it.”

He waved his hands dramatically in the air. “Right now, you are thinking… that you really really want me to try to persuade you to suck some dick. Because you WANT to suck dick. Not, like, for fun, but because you’re pretty sure that if I subject your lower fuckholes to another seven rounds like that last one, it’s gonna literally kill you. And you can’t just try begging me to LET you become a cocksucker, because obviously a strong, tough girl like you can’t just give in. So you’re playing it cool, while deep down you’re begging me to give you the chance to ‘reluctantly’ agree to gobble dick. How am I doing so far?”

Megan glared at him, but her cheeks glowed bright red with shame.

“See? Mind reader. But here’s the problem with your plan, Megan: I’m not gonna try to persuade you. I already gave you that chance, and you tried to castrate me for it. So now, if you want to suck some cocks, you’ll have to learn to beg for it like any other fucktoy.”

He didn’t wait for her to think about that and respond. “Alright guys, who’s ready to get back into it? Remember, if any of you need a booster at any point today, we’ve brought some pills that make Viagra look like a glass of warm milk!”

For the fourth time that day, Megan was reduced to a thrashing, screaming, redheaded rape toy for fifty men in a row. They hatefucked her cunt until it was so raw that they might as well have scrubbed it with sandpaper, and ramrodded her guts so hard she suffered a minor prolapse at one point, which Red resolved using the handle of a plunger. “First time?” he asked lightly as he jabbed the wooden length into her, forcing her rectum back into roughly the right place. “Don’t worry, a single incident like this probably won’t leave you shitting yourself for the rest of your life. Personally, I wouldn’t be concerned unless, I dunno, you had another hundred and fifty violent buttfucks planned today, and what are the odds of that?”

After the next time she was hosed down and scrubbed, Megan didn’t wait for Red to begin the conversation. She crawled towards him on her own initiative instead, too exhausted to try and stand, and made a pleading sound through her gag. “Someone getting hungry for dick?” he asked, and she nodded, red faced.

Red tapped his chin. “Let’s see if you’re ready. On your back, spread your legs wide as you can get them.” She awkwardly obeyed, nearly doing a split as she presented her crotch to him. “Now spread those pussy lips with both hands, and lift your hips. Imagine you’re just dying to show me what a pretty cervix you’ve got in there.”

Megan blushed, but followed his directions. “And now, just hold still,” he told her. “We’re almost done.”

Then he raised his foot and stamped it into her crotch.

She jumped, belatedly trying to shield her pussy with both hands, and it took the redhead a moment to notice his foot hadn’t actually made contact, stopping in the air just inches away from her. “Told you to keep still,” he said coldly. “You don’t look ready to me.”

As she realized that she’d fucked up, Megan began to cry for the first time that day.

She continued crying throughout round five. The men mocked her as a crybaby, a weakling, a pathetic little girl who didn’t know her place, as they once again fucked her raw pussy until painting her womb with cum, once again pounded her bleeding guts until glazing her intestines with jizz, once again used her tits as stress balls and her clit as a chew toy and her stomach as a punching bag.

“Halfway there,” Red remarked when it was all over. “You SURE you want to be a cocksucker? Looks like you’re doing fine to me.”

Megan made a pleading noise through her gag, already back in the position he’d asked for last time without even being asked, legs spread and ravished pussy completely exposed and vulnerable for him. Her hands shook as he slowly approached, but remained where they were, peeling back her labia.

“Ready?” he asked. And then, without waiting for an answer, he stamped her crotch again.

This time, he didn’t stop at the last second.

Megan howled as his foot slammed into her open cunt, hard enough to leave a bootprint across her mound. Somehow, her hands remained in place, holding herself open instead of trying to protect her most intimate region. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” Red told her.

He raised his foot and stamped it down a second time. “There,” he said with some satisfaction, his boot still pressed against her crotch. “Now we’re even.”

Then he pulled back and did it a third time. “And that was because you were right: at the end of the day, Megan, I’m just a bully. And it’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone as fun to bully as you.”

He crouched down, and began slowly peeling back the tape gag. “Now that we’ve settled things, let’s let bygones be bygones. Clean slate, fresh start, all that jazz. That sound good to you?” Megan nodded quickly. “Wonderful. And cards on the table, you were never really all that angry with me, right? All the so called rape and torture, you know it’s just boys being boys, having a bit of fun on a lazy Sunday. I know how girls think they have to play hard to get in order to earn respect, but you don’t REALLY mind anything we’ve done to you today, do you?”

Megan hesitated, then reluctantly shook her head, not daring to antagonize him further after making it this far. “Good to hear. And I mean, it’s not like you were gonna do anything useful with your life anyway. Why not give it all up to be a fucktoy for a bunch of strangers, right?” She nodded.

“Oh yeah, we’re keeping you, by the way. Not sure if you picked up on that.” Megan started at this news, and began making urgent sounds through what remained of her gag until he shushed her. “I know, it’s a lot to take in, but I’ll handle everything. In the old days, I would’ve just sold you off to someone, but there are fewer and fewer people interested in keeping a fucktoy in their basement these days. Hell, most of my clientele don’t even have basements anymore. The big new thing nowadays is crowd ownership, so to speak. Those fifty men out there? They’re just the raffle winners. You are currently the shared property of them and over three hundred others who weren’t lucky enough to make it today. Once our welcome party here is over, any of your masters - and mistresses! If you prefer munching cunt, you’ll get plenty of opportunities to do that too - can come visit you anytime at our safe, secure, and extremely discreet facility. For a modest service fee, naturally.

“You’ll be on the clock 24/7/365, and I’ll be shocked if you aren’t booked solid for at least the first six months. None of our girls are happy about the idea of being raped even in their sleep, but they all eventually learn how to catch little micro naps here and there. Twenty seconds of rest while someone is creaming your cunt, a full minute where you can just relax and pass out while someone treats your skull like a bouncy fleshlight, that sort of thing. It won’t leave you with a whole lotta energy, but that’s what our in house pharmacy is for! We got everything you need: cocaine pick-me-ups after a long session, bit of meth when you’re feeling run down, even the odd shot of heroin as a reward for being a good girl. ‘Course, by the time you’re addicted to half a dozen hard drugs, your brain will be so cooked you’ll have trouble adding two and two together, but you won’t need much brainpower to wrap your legs around someone and fuck the hell out of them.”

Her soft wordless pleas were ignored as Red continued taking his time with the tape. “Y’know, eating while being fucked is actually the harder skill to learn. I’ve had more than one promising fucktoy accidentally bite her tongue off trying to lap up her meal while being shafted from behind. And oh, speaking of, you got fucktoy chow to look forward to! It’s got all the foodstuffs a girl like you needs, like creamy pig cum, crunchy dog kibble, this kinda chunky slop you end up with after running a bunch of rotten meat and vegetables through a blender… everyone pretends to hate it at first, but after a few weeks of having a couple spoonfuls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you’ll be licking your bowl clean and begging for seconds, just like the others.”

Megan was silently weeping as Red reached the last strip of duct tape. “Jokes aside, it’ll be a hard life, and a short one - don’t expect to see too many more birthdays - but you’ll be making me and Blue a ton of money, and that’s what matters. That, and rewarding all the people who hurt you with some mind blowing orgasms. So, you still in the mood to suck some dick?”

Weeping harder, the redhead slowly nodded.

“Mmm hmm,” Red said, pleased. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a great moneymaker once you’re fully broken in. But you know what, Megan? I know we said fresh start and all, but you said something very intriguing to me earlier that I never got to follow up on, and I think you deserve a response: no, fuck YOU.”

He began winding the tape back around her head while she squawked gibberish through the gag, trying to beg him to stop. All her attempts just made him laugh harder. “God, I wasn’t kidding before, Megan.” He kissed her forehead. “If there’s a redheaded slut out there more fun to bully than you, I’ve never met her.”