Sunday with the Baileys

Over the next six hours, Joe watched the slow and steady transformation of his daughter from a beautiful vibrant woman into a used up fuck doll.

It wasn’t just the constantly pummeling of her lower holes, though the raw, gaping, cum dribbling orifices looked nothing at all like they had before. There were the brass rings someone had crudely pierced her nipples with. Her ragged pubic mound, where men had ripped most of the hair out. The dog collar someone had fastened around her neck so that she could be choked with a simple tug of its dangling leash. Her filthy, sperm encrusted red hair that was used as a mop several times to clean the puddle of bodily fluids around her. And everywhere, the bruises and welts and cuts and burns that represented how badly all these men wanted to fuck her.

She passed out many times during the day, and each time Joe found himself holding his breath, praying that she wouldn’t wake up. But every time a few hard smacks to the face - sometimes with their palms, sometimes their fists, often with their stiff cocks - would revive her again, and in seconds they’d have her frantically fucking them some more.

It was just past eleven pm when the last round wrapped up, closing out twelve hours of gang rape. The tattered, cum stained figure on the floor bore more resemblance to a used condom than to Joe’s mental image of his beloved daughter. She was sprawled like a corpse, save for the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Cum spurted weakly from her holes in time with her breaths.

She barely even reacted as she was scrubbed cleaned with icy water and toilet brushes for a final time. “Five hundred fucks isn’t bad for your first day,” Red remarked as he unwrapped her tape gag for real this time. “A bit lighter than what your usual days are going to be like, but nothing wrong with easing a girl into her new career.”

“Please…” Megan whispered hoarsely as her panties fell from her open mouth. “I’m sorry… for attacking you, for insulting you, I’m so so sorry… please don’t hurt me anymore… I’ll be good, I promise…”

Red chuckled and tousled her freshly washed and still soaking wet hair. “Aww, that’s adorable. But seriously, I wasn’t even mad about it at the time! It was just a good excuse to tease you. You’ve done nothing wrong today, Megan. No one here thinks you deserve anything that’s happened to you today, do we?”

He looked around. There was a general chorus of agreement, though one man muttered “Damn slut, I said when I signed up that I wanted to fuck her cunt first, not her asshole. Serves her fucking right, I say…” He paused when he noticed Red staring at him. “Uh, right, right, yeah, doesn’t deserve any of it, that’s what I meant.”

“Exactly. But here’s the thing, Megan, and it’s a lesson everyone has to learn in life: no one gets what they deserve. Not a single one of us. The wicked profit, the righteous suffer, and if there’s a God up there watching it all and letting it happen, He’s either a bigger sadist than any of us, or He just doesn’t give a fuck.”

“…then whyyyy?” she whined softly . “Why… why are you doing this to me…?”

Red shrugged. “Fun and money, what else? I also thought it would be a good way to tease your mom, two birds with one stone and all that, but honestly, she’s so focused on being a great anal fucktoy I’m not sure she even knows you’re here.” He raised his voice. “Ellie, how you feeling about Megan right now? Ellie?”

She turned out to be back in the kitchen, lying face down on the table again. In some ways, her transformation over the afternoon and evening had been even more extreme than her daughter’s. Keeping Blue interested in her all this time had been far from easy, and the prices she’d had to pay to do so were still all over her flesh.

Her tongue was now pierced from base to tip by rows of staples. Her lips were puffy and swollen, exactly as if she’d slammed them against the kitchen table repeatedly. Super glue had been squirted into both her nostrils, forcing her to pant for air through her mouth. The overall effect made her face look like it belonged on a cheap sex toy, not an actual person.

Her nipples had been pierced as well, and pinned together by her own wedding ring threaded through both holes. Her breasts themselves had been chewed so fiercely there were small chunks of flesh missing. They must have bled profusely at the time, until cigarettes had been used to cauterize the gashes.

Her ass had not been spared either. Every inch of her cheeks had been spanked, flogged, and lashed until they were two gigantic bruises, and words had been carved into her flesh with a steak knife: CUM DUMP on one cheek, SHIT SLURPER on the other. Last but not least, a small gauze wrapped lump was being used to plug her asshole and prevent Blue’s cum from running out. It didn’t look particularly noteworthy on its own, not until one noticed the stump where her right big toe had once been.

Eileen had to be in terrible pain, but she was busy pretending to give a blowjob to a nail gun while Blue watched with a smirk. “Please, sir,” she was begging between licks, staple ridges clicking against the metal, “your Butt Bitch will show you such a wonderful time once you’re hard again. Imagine how good it will feel fucking my ass while I’m nailed down by my cunt lips. That’s what my pussy is really for, to pin me in place like a bug while you rail my guts.”

“Goddamn,” said Red, sounding genuinely impressed. “You got her begging to use a fucking nail gun as foreplay?”

Blue shrugged. “She was starting to get a little punch drunk after fuck number twenty-“

“Which one was that?” Red interjected.

“Took a dump on some of her fine china and made her eat it. Like I told her, she can’t fully appreciate the taste of her own shit without someone else’s to compare it to. She wasn’t doing half bad either, not till she vomited and I told her to just lick it all back up.”

“Did she?”

“Of course she fucking did,” Blue said crossly, jabbing a thumb at a sparkling clean plate on the kitchen counter. “But not without puking her guts out another three times, and by the time she was finished choking it all down for good, she had that ‘maybe I’d just be better off dead’ look bitches get after a while.” Red nodded knowingly. “So I showed her a few more pictures of our past fucktoys. I’m not sure if the rats or the sandpaper got the biggest reaction, but she seemed pretty taken with all of them. How you feeling about starting the other half of your photo album, bitch?”

Eileen gave a quick, violent shudder. “I… I… I can be such a good Butt Bitch, I promise. The best you’ve ever had. That’s why… why… I can’t wait for you to nail my pussy lips to this table, sir.”

“See? Dumb bitch really thinks she’s gonna win me over.” Blue stroked her hair with affection, his cock twitching. “God, I love the stupid ones.”

“Is that why she’s calling herself Butt Bitch now?” Red asked.

“Yep! I told her I liked tattooing my fucktoys, and she suggested this one herself. Show him your artwork, bitch.”

Eileen looked up at Red to display her forehead. What was there hardly qualified as a tattoo, more a series of burn marks that formed crude letters: BLUE’S BEST BUTT BITCH. Red whistled. “Damn, man, this one might actually be a keeper. You SURE you want to off her when we’re done?” The brunette’s breathing quickened, and she hurried to resume tonguing the nail gun.

Blue snorted. “Fuck off, man. Why are you even in here?”

“I wanted to see if Ellie would do me a little favor.”

“Anything,” Eileen said immediately. “Whatever you want, sir.”

“Just need you to shout something real quick.” He told her what he wanted.

The blonde didn’t hesitate. “Thank you all for raping my daughter!” she shouted. “I hope her fuckholes were as warm and tight as you hoped! But I hear the selfish cunt hasn’t cleaned a single one of your cocks yet! Please, Red, punish her for being a lazy fucktoy!”

Red gave her a thumbs up before doing a 180 out of the kitchen. “Good news and bad, huh?” he remarked to Megan as he strolled back to her. “Mom does know you’re here, but she definitely doesn’t care.” He grabbed a fistful of the girl’s hair and hauled her to her knees. “But we do, I promise. We’re all really, really excited to have you with us.”

“No more, please…” the redhead mumbled. “I can’t, I, I just can’t…”

“Aww, sure you can!” Red insisted. He began to massage her shoulders. She stiffened at his touch, but didn’t dare move away or ask him to stop, just knelt there trembling as he kneaded her flesh. “You’re a very capable girl, Megan, and I think you haven’t even begun to realize your potential. You just need a little motivation. Let’s start with your mother’s request, because she’s right: you’ve left behind fifty very dirty cocks.”

Megan nervously eyed the crowd around them, and the sea of penises there. Most were fully erect again, and all of them were indeed quite gross looking. Even if one could ignore the slowly drying remnants of their gangbang plastered across them, many looked and smelled like they hadn’t been washed in weeks. “I… I can clean them…” she pleaded. “If I can just get a, a washcloth and some warm water, I promise I’ll be soft and gentle and… I’ll do it, you don’t have to hurt me, please…”

“Loving the enthusiasm, a little off base on the ask,” Red said mildly. “First, I know this is all very new to you. If you’d known that you were responsible for keeping their cocks clean, you would’ve gotten started as soon as you could, right? So before we get into any kind of punishment, it’s only fair to give you a chance to fix what I’m sure was an honest mistake.” Megan nodded gratefully.

“Second, let’s set a time limit. What’s a reasonable amount of time to properly clean fifty dicks? Two hours? No, probably closer to three if we’re talking a thorough cleaning… so I’ll give you sixty minutes.”

“Suh… sixty…” Megan stuttered, her exhausted brain trying to do mental math and figure out how much time that would leave her per person. “But… but…”

“Sixty minutes,” Red confirmed. “And after that, if there are any cocks remaining that have not been fully washed, you will get that punishment for being lazy, just like your mom asked. Third…” He shook his head and chuckled. “Nah, never mind. If you can find someone willing to get you a washcloth and whatever, good for you. I’m sure you’ll figure things out as you go.”

He released Megan’s shoulders and patted her on the head. “What are you waiting for? Clock’s ticking!”

The redhead started, twisting her head to look up at him, and then sweeping over everyone else. “Wha… but, but I, uh, y-yes sir!” She scrambled to her feet to begin shakily making her way to the bathroom.

She only managed a couple steps before someone kicked her legs out from behind her. “Fucktoys are a four legged animal,” drawled the man responsible (the eighteenth to rape her pussy, and the one who’d wedged toothpicks under her toenails). “You want to get somewhere, slut, you crawl.”

“Yes sir!” Megan said, in no state to argue, and did her best to shuffle forwards on hands and knees. No one accosted her this time, but the two men in front of the bathroom door didn’t move out of her way as she approached. “I, um, please, sirs, if I could…”

“If you could what, slut?” one of them asked (twelfth to rape her asshole, and responsible for the cigarette burns dotting her thighs). “You’re supposed to be cleaning cock, not prancing off to powder your nose.”

The girl looked up at him with wet, pleading eyes. “Th-that’s what I’m doing, I swear, if I could just get in there, it will only take a few seconds. I, I’ll even clean you first, sir, if you just let me get what I need.”

“Fucking moron,” grumbled the other man (fifth to rape her pussy, and the one who’d treated her kidneys as punching bags). “Goddamn it, Otis, I told you not to keep choking her so much! Bitch has lost so many brain cells, she can’t even figure out how to clean cock!”

The ninth man to rape her pussy, and the one who’d brought and made heavy use of the dog collar, flipped him off.

Megan’s eyes darted between the two men. She could tell that she was doing something wrong, but she was too panicked and worn down to figure out what that was. “Tell me what you want me to do, sirs,” she tried, “and I’ll do it!”

The first man sighed. “Slut, first time we fucked I spanked your ass and told you to moo like a cow for my hot milk in your guts. My friend here nearly ripped your nipples off just to make sure your cunt was clenching him as hard as it could. When we say we want a fucktoy to clean our filthy, stinking dicks, what do you THINK we’re looking for you to do?”

The redhead stared at him blankly for a second, and then understanding began to dawn on her face, accompanied by revulsion. “But…”

“Yep.”

“But they were in my…!”

“That’s what makes it fun, slut. You think any of us care much about hygiene?”

“Fifty eight minutes,” Red reminded her. “And I still smell fifty unwashed cocks. That’s going to mean an awful lot of punishment for a girl who was claiming she’d do whatever anyone wanted.”

Megan froze for a moment, unable to decide what to do. Twenty years of happiness and self respect were pitted against the last twelve hours of abuse.

Then she whimpered and opened her mouth.

“There you go, fucktoy,” the first man said proudly as her tongue began to lap at him. She gagged hard, but quickly recovered. “Lots of new tastes there for you to discover and enjoy. I’m sure a college slut like you is already well acquainted with the taste of dick, but we’ve also got some finely aged smegma, a dash of dried piss, and plenty of cum. Of course, it might be hard to distinguish all of those under the heavy taste of your own shit, but I bet with a bit of practice you’ll be a cock gobbling gourmand.”

Choking, bubbling sounds came from deep within her chest as her body tried to reject the filth flowing down her throat, but Megan doggedly kept licking. Slowly, the accumulated fluids began to disappear.

“Fifty five minutes!” Red called out. The redhead made a whine halfway between frustration and disbelief. Despite all her efforts, she wasn’t even half done with a single man.

“Want some advice, slut?” asked the second man. She nodded quickly. “Don’t just use your tongue. You’ve got an entire mouth there built for sucking slime off our pricks.”

Megan hesitated only for a moment before following his suggestion, swallowing most of the man’s shaft into her mouth. She sucked fiercely on him while her tongue continued to swish around, rolling over his length.

She gave a quick start when the second man hooked a finger into her mouth and stretched her lips wider, but didn’t resist as he guided his own cock in to join the first. Her mouth was now fully stuffed with dick, both cockheads outlined by her bulging cheeks. Spit drooled off her tongue and down her chin as she slobbered all over them and noisily sucked.

“Damn, cute expression like that deserves to be remembered,” said the first man, pulling out a phone. “Eyes up here, slut, and big smile for the camera. Give us some thumbs up too, make sure people can tell you’re loving this chance to suck your holes off two dicks at the same time.”

Megan looked up at the phone, wide eyed, forced a grotesque smile around the two fat dicks between her lips, and offered a pair of thumbs up. She heard the tiny clicks as her humiliation was recorded.

“Perfect!” he declared. “You don’t mind if I post this to your Facebook wall, right? Yeah, of course you don’t. Let’s see, what should we put as a caption… ‘To Megs, the second best butt fuck in Massapequa! (Don’t wanna make your mom jealous lol) If you thought our two pricks at the same time was a tight fit for your mouth, just wait till next Friday when we stuff them both up your ass! You’re gonna love it, slut!’

She let out a soft whine when he turned his phone screen around to show her that he really had posted that picture and text to her public account. Just a soft whine, but it still earned her a slap across the face. “Didn’t ask your opinion, slut. Keep cleaning.”

She did.

By the time both men were satisfied with her work, there were only fifty minutes left. She all but assaulted the next two men to get started on them (fourth and twenty first to rape her asshole), and barely flinched this time when they insisted on a picture and post of their own. For this one, she had to let their cockheads rest on her outstretched tongue while her hands gripped their shafts. ‘Loved the way your fuckholes milked our shafts today, Megan! You were a bit shy at first, but it was wonderful to watch you blossom into the hard humping, dick clenching slut we all knew you could be! And it’s only been half a day! By the time we see you again in two weeks, bet you’ll be completely unrecognizable from your old self! Can’t wait to meet the new you!!’

The third pair (sixteenth to rape her pussy and eleventh to rape her ass) had her hooking both fingers into her mouth, cheeks spread in an obscene invitation to their waiting cocks. ‘Never met a whore who enjoyed guzzling cum as much as you, Megan! Got a jar full of the stuff I’ve been saving for a rainy day, and i think I finally found the right slut to feed it to! Been wanking into it for the last four years and next Tuesday, every drop is going straight down that throat!’

The next man (twenty third to rape her pussy) insisted on going solo, and once washed got himself a picture of his hard shaft snug between her full breasts, Megan grinning as her tongue delicately lapped at his head. ‘Didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with those fat fun bags today, but next Saturday we’ll spend a few hours with those beauties wrapped around my dick! Me and my favorite flogger are gonna teach you alllllll about how I like my titfucks!’

So it went. Some went in pairs, some singly, and once she ended up cramming three different dicks in her mouth at the same time, which strained her lips so badly they split and bled. All were treated to a dedicated tongue bath from their captive, and all took the opportunity to create a memento after and share it with the world.

The redheaded college student they’d spent all day torturing and raping, the same girl who’d cursed and screamed and fought them for hours, now posed with their spitshined cocks however they wanted: her tongue flat against their shafts, her lips snug around their girth, their balls pressed against her chin. She smiled for every picture, shifted her body to hide the obvious injuries, blinked the tears out of her eyes, whatever it took to help make her degradation look entirely consensual.

About twenty minutes in, someone persuaded her to share her own Facebook credentials, and after that many of the photos were posted by her own account. A closeup of her new nipple rings as she playfully tugged them, described as ‘Check out my awesome jewelry! Want to know the secret to getting some extra special service from yours truly? Just yank on these puppies as hard as you can! Mmm, can’t wait for the first time someone rips them right out of my titties! I’ll reward him with such a good time! <3’

Her spread slit, thick droplets of cum still oozing out even after all the scrubbing: ‘Guess who has dozens of guys competing to be her first baby daddy? Other whores may insist on rubbers, but not me! Megan Bailey loves getting rawdogged and creampied!’

Masturbating for the camera, flicking her clit with her thumb while her fingers pistoned her abused pussy: ‘To all you disapproving sex negative prudes out there, I cum harder and more often than anyone else in my gangbangs, obviously!! Just imagine how pathetic a girl would have to be to let herself get pounded all day long without a single orgasm of her own!’

On her knees, tongue out and hands up like a dog begging for treats. ‘I’ve got lots of animal friends lined up to meet me too! By this time next month, I’ll be the happily knotted bitch of Rottweilers, Great Danes, Mastiffs, and so many more! Woof woof!’

Curled up in a jackknife position, flashing double peace signs while she pissed herself, the dark urine stream landing on her own smiling face. ‘Why did no one ever tell me it was this much fun to get bullied??? I am truly blessed to have so many new friends devoted to helping this humiliation loving, pain craving, sex obsessed weakling feel like she’s finally where she belongs! <3’

On all fours, looking back at the camera, hands spreading her butt cheeks to show off the honors trophy she’d forced up her ass. ‘I did such a good job today, my asshole earned a TROPHY!! It was hard work, but it was all worth it to make my favorite people in the world soooooo happy! I’m thrilled to know I’ll spend the rest of my life getting to know all these people better, and helping them satisfy every sexual craving they’ve ever had! If anyone else out there is interested in a redheaded nympho with tight holes and affordable prices, please please please let me know! I’m Megan Bailey, and I will literally beg to suck my own asshole off your cock!’

“Seven minutes left,” announced Red eventually.

Against all odds, she’d nearly finished. Forty nine tongue washed cocks, and seven whole minutes for the last man… except when she approached, he roughly smacked her head away. “Get lost, slut.”

“But, but… please, sir, I just want to, to clean your dick for you!” Even after the last hour, the words made her face heat up. “I, I won’t bite or anything, I swear! I’m just a good c-cock cleaning fucktoy!”

“Yeah, and if I wait a few more minutes, I get to watch a fucktoy being punished. And you’ll still end up tongue bathing my prick before the day’s over.”

Megan gave Red a hopeless look, not knowing what to do if someone refused to cooperate. He shrugged back at her. “You’re in customer service now, and he won’t be the last problem customer you meet. Deal with it. Six minutes.”

She made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat, but turned back to the man. “Please, there must be something I can do for you, sir! Anything you want!”

He considered for a moment. “Yeah, I got something.” He tossed a paper clip at her. “Pierce your clit with this.”

Megan stared at the thin bit of metal, unable to process what he was asking. “You… you want me to…?”

“And be fucking quick about it!” he snapped. “Or don’t, slut, not my ass on the line.”

She picked it up with shaking fingers. “And… and if I do this… you’ll… you’ll let me clean you?”

“Sure, if you don’t fuck it up.” When she looked at him again, he had his phone out. “Let’s make this one a video, slut. DIY Clit Jewelry.”

The video didn’t actually make it online for a few days. Megan wasn’t a very good actor, and some photoshopping was required to hide anything that might cause suspicion. But it got there eventually, and was as popular there as the pictures had been.

In it, Megan sat with her legs spread, smiling for the camera as she straightened out the paper clip. “Hi everyone, it’s Megan Bailey, the hottest and cheapest whore in Massapequa! I love when guys play with my clit while they fuck me, but sometimes fingers just aren’t enough! I want them to have something to yank and twist to REALLY make me feel it.”

It took several takes for her to offer a smile that looked natural as she pressed one point of the clip against the nubbin of flesh. To her shame, it was still stiff from her earlier masturbation, but at least her blush was easy to mistake as arousal. “Girls, don’t try this at home! If I wasn’t a hopeless pain slut, this would really hurt, but because I am, it’s gonna feel great!”

The camera focused on her clit as the redhead slowly worked the metal point into her sensitive flesh. They knew better than to even try to have her smile while she was doing this, and one of them even helpfully clapped his hands over her mouth offscreen so that her cries of pain wouldn’t get picked up.

A drop of blood welled up as the tip of the paper clip poked free. Only then did the camera zoom back out to show Megan’s smile again. “Mmm mmm, that felt amazing!” she announced. “Now I just have to… to wrap it closed so guys can hook their fingers in it and rev me up!” Aware that the clock was ticking, she fumbled with the clip, sealing it shut in a crude knot that she showed off to the camera. “There, now I’m ready for action!” She licked her lips. “So next time you see, don’t forget to give me a tug, okay? I’ll be waiting!” She blew the camera a kiss.

“Please sir!” she babbled as soon as the man put his phone down. “Please we only have two minutes left let me take care of you please!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, hold your horses, slut,” he said. “Just gotta check you did it proper.” He hooked his finger into the makeshift clit ring, and tugged sharply. Her reaction was to shriek in agony and collapse into a heap, limbs like jello as they continued to twitch in the aftermath. “Yeah, good enough for me.”

Then he began tugging her again.

Megan howled as he dragged her across the living room floor by her clit. “Stop please sir stop please stop you have to stop sir please please please you have to stooooop!!” She was trying to get up, to roll over on her hands and knees, but the pain was too much. Her arms and legs convulsed wildly, refusing to obey her orders.

“What are you waiting for, slut?” he asked with a grin, gesturing to his cock with one hand while he continued dragging her. “You’re supposed to be making out with my dick, not doing a stupid dance on the floor. You gonna do this or not?”

“Please just let go please sir I’ll suck you I’ll clean you so good just let go please stop sir you’re killing me!!”

“One minute,” Red announced.

Megan looked up at the others as she passed them by, all watching her with great interest. “Please help me!” She begged them. “Please I did it all everything you wanted please I don’t want to be punished make him stop I just want to clean his dick pleaaaasse!”

She had indeed done everything they wanted. She’d spent the last hour obeying their every command, desperate to show them that she was no longer the same confident, fiery girl who’d walked through the front door this morning. She was something softer, weaker, a meek toy who knew her place and wasn’t too good to suck her own mess off their cocks. All she was asking was that they recognize that she’d changed, that they’d won and now she was trying to be a good fucktoy for them, that they didn’t need to punish her.

In response, they laughed at her.

They laughed and jeered and mocked her as she was dragged around the entire room in a slow circle, screaming and wailing for help the entire time. Even Red was chuckling. “You might just be the dumbest slut I ever fucked!” one shouted at her. “How’s all that shit and cum and pussy juice taste now, honey?” yelled another. “Cheer up, whore, people are loving your pictures! I posted a bunch to some porn sites and they’re doing NUMBERS!” cried another.

“Time’s up!” Red called out.

“About fucking time,” grumbled the man dragging her, and finally let go of her clit ring. She laid limp on the floor, too devastated and hurting to even move, until his shadow loomed over her. He dropped to his knees, straddling her chest, and pushed his cock into her panting mouth. “Now clean your goddamn mess, you lazy bitch.”

She stared up at him in utter disbelief for a moment, and then fastened her lips around him. “Yefff shuhh,” she said around his dick as she began meekly slurping the filth off.