Hopeless

There are three things you should know in advance about Kimberly.

The first is that she was gifted, in more ways than one. She was intelligent, she was charming, and yes, she was beautiful. The eighteen year old high school senior starred in the sexual fantasies of many of her fellow students, not to mention her teachers. Her long legs, round derrière, stunning features, and flowing blonde hair all contributed to her appeal, but it was her breasts that demanded attention. Large and firm and perfect, they seemed to strain against the fabric of even her loosest outfits.

The second thing you should know is that she had a bright future ahead of her. Though her family had never had much money, she’d worked hard to put all of her skills to use and secure entry to one of the finest colleges in the nation. If her life had gone as planned, she would have excelled there as well, and gone on to live a successful and fulfilling life.

The final thing you probably already know, but it should be said anyway: Kimberly did not deserve any of what was about to happen.

The teenager woke to find herself being manhandled. She was in her bed, flat on her stomach wearing only a baggy T-shirt that went down to her knees, and something - it took her groggy brain a moment to realize it was a someone - was pulling at her arms, wrenching them painfully behind her back. By the time she began to struggle in earnest, it was already too late: her arms were trapped behind her, elbows sticking out, forearms pressed together horizontally and swathed in layer after layer of duct tape.

“Help!” she screamed as her assailant rolled her onto her back. “Mom! Dad! Help!!”

“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” snarled a strange, distorted voice, and its owner slugged her in the stomach.  Kimberly had never been punched before and he wasn’t holding back. She doubled over at the blow, gasping for air and feeling like she’d just been hit by a car.

“Hel…” she tried again and coughed, struggling to draw enough breath to scream properly. “H… Help!”

“What did I just fucking tell you?!” A second punch, as vicious as the first, knocked the wind out of Kimberly and stole her voice, but he wasn’t done there. He continued pummeling her flat stomach, his fist digging into each blow like he was trying to drive it right through her. The blonde girl was sputtering and trying to twist away, but all she managed to do was make her tits jiggle pleasantly for him beneath her shirt.

By the time he stopped, more than a dozen gut punches had transformed the soft smooth skin of her midriff into a sprawling purplish bruise. Every breath made her insides ache. Kimberly looked up at the man, a stranger dressed in dark clothing and a ski mask. Some sort of small electronic thing was around his neck, and she realized that was why his voice sounded so odd. “Please…” she whispered, abandon her hope of calling for help and trying to plead for mercy instead. She was too smart not to realize the intentions of a man breaking into her bedroom at night. “Please don’t-“

His fist slammed into her face this time, flattening her nose with a sickening crunch. “SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.” Each word was punctuated by another heavy blow. When it was over, her quickly swelling features were smeared with blood from her broken nose, and she’d inadvertently swallowed three teeth.

He kept his fist raised. “Any more thoughts you want to share, cunt?” he growled. Terrified, Kimberly silently shook her head, the movement making her wince. “Fucking finally. Dumb bitch.” He hocked and spat on her face. She remained meek and quiet as greenish spittle ran down her bruised cheek, even when he tore her t-shirt off of her and used more duct tape to bind her ankles to her thighs, quickly running an entire roll around and around each limb. She was naked and completely helpless now, unable to escape or stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her.

“And just look at you now, ugly fucking cunt,” he grumbled when he was done, and pulled his cock out. Kimberly stared at the long, thick phallus in horror; she’d gotten handsy with a few boyfriends, and even given a couple blowjobs to some of them, but that was as far as she’d ever gotten. “The fuck is wrong with you, making me mess up your face like that. You’re lucky you’ve got your fat tits, or I’d just kill you now.”

The blonde felt hot indignation at his words, and nearly yelled at him that she hadn’t made him hit her, but she held her tongue. Her best hope of getting out of this intact was to go along with what he wanted, even if that meant… she shuddered as he joined her on the bed, his cock rock hard as it brushed her thighs.

His fingers roughly pried her slit open, and she heard him whistle softly as he took in her intact hymen. “Well, at least you weren’t a fucking slut,” he said as he pressed his cockhead against her opening. Then he pushed.

He was thick and unlubed. She was dry and tight. It was a logistical problem solved by him not caring. Even without her hymen, which he ripped through without hesitation, he would’ve been fucking her bloody. Kimberly screamed in pain at the violent defilement, and was rewarded with a punch that broke her cheekbone. “Shut up,” he growled, and she did.

Long minutes passed as he worked himself deeper into her, even his brutality unable to completely conquer the size difference. It took all of the blonde teen’s focus to keep silent, her lips pressed shut, as her pussy walls felt like they were being flayed by his slowly advancing shaft.

He was almost fully inside her when a knock on her bedroom door startled them both. Hope fluttered in Kimberly’s heart, but her assailant just groaned and asked sourly, “The fuck do you want?”

It wasn’t either of her parents who entered her room. It was another stranger, their features hidden with a ski mask like the first but their build decidedly feminine. A large red strapon bobbed at her waist, and… Kimberly gagged as the stench of it reached her. “Just finished breaking in Mom’s ass and Sir is still using her mouth,” she said cheerfully, her voice distorted as well. “Mind if Kimmy cleans me up?”

“Mom?!” The teenager blurted out before she could stop herself. “What have you done to my-?!”

“Perfect timing,” said the newcomer as the man began violently punching Kimberly in the face again. “Maybe you should knock out her front teeth while you’re at it. If she’s this stupid, she’ll need all the help she can get.”

“Get lost, she’s mine,” said her assailant flatly after he was done. The blonde’s left eye was now completely swollen shut, and her right wasn’t much better. “Just wait your fucking turn with the old one.”

“Even if I let you use these?” the woman teased as she pulled something out of her pocket. Kimberly couldn’t see what she was holding up.

“…fine,” growled the man. “But be fucking quick about it. And take care of her damn teeth yourself.”

“Happily!” The bedsprings creaked as the woman joined the two of them. She took a cross legged position with Kimberly’s head by her crotch, and the girl retched as the woman’s wet and filthy dildo rested on her face. It smelled even worse this close up.

The woman stroked her hair. “I should introduce myself, huh? You’ll call me Lover from now on, because that’s what we’re going to be, a pair of happy lovers. The grump over there is Master, and my brother Sir is still busy giving your mother’s tonsils a thorough examination.”

Kimberly looked blearily up at her with her one good eye, and saw she was holding a phone - her phone. The little red light confirmed that this was all being recorded. The sight and its implications were terrifying, but not half as much as the pliers she held in her other hand. “It’s obvious you’re an idiot, so I’m going to help you out,” she said with mock kindness. “All you have to do is look directly into the camera, smile, and repeat after me: hi everyone!”

The girl’s mouth worked for a moment. “H-hi, everyone…”

Despite the horrors of the last few minutes, when the woman scowled and jabbed the pliers into her mouth, Kimberly still couldn’t believe that she was really going to do it. She couldn’t - she screamed as a flick of her wrist ripped one of her front teeth out in a flash of agony and a spray of blood.

“Forgot to smile,” Lover told her. “Try again.”

Kimberly forced her expression into a wide smile, even though the movement made her swollen lips complain. “Hi e-everyone…”

Another flick, another tooth removed. “Put some goddamn spirit into it. Nobody wants to hear a sad fucktoy whining. Try again.”

“Hi everyone!”

Lover nodded. “Your girl Kimberly is about to slurp her mom’s shit off this nice lady’s prick, yum yum!”

“Your… y-your girl…” she gagged. Another flick.

The obscene torture seemed to go on forever, her attempts never good enough. She tried not to think about the words she was saying, and the future that they implied. Every time she let her thoughts slip in that direction, the pliers came soon after. She tried not to think about what must be going on elsewhere in the house either. Her mother was being raped and her father… she had to hope they wouldn’t kill him.

The entire time, Kimberly could still feel “Master”’s cock throbbing inside her. She had no idea why he wasn’t moving, but even if voicing the question wasn’t sure to earn her another vicious beating, she was in no hurry to learn the answer. She just prayed it kept up.

That didn’t mean he left her alone, though. Instead, he kept muttering about her “fat fucking tits” while he groped them with both hands. Her previous boyfriends had always been gentle, almost worshipful about the opportunity to touch them, but her captor pinched and mauled them like he was kneading dough, digging his fingernails into her flesh hard enough to leave crescent shaped bloody marks all over them.

Eventually…

The captive teenager smiled up at her phone, showing a mouth that was mostly bare bloody gums at this point. “Hi everyone! Your girl Kimberly is about to slurp her mom’s shit off this nice lady’s prick, yum yum! It’s the perfect slimy treat for a fucktoy in training! Maybe if my guts are as hot and tight as hers were, it’ll be my own shit I get to taste next! Here’s hoping!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” the woman said happily. “And now you’ve got a nice video for all your friends. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it gets sent to everyone you know. But first, you’ve got a treat to enjoy, and I better see you smiling about it…” She used one thumb to push her chin down, and then fed her strapon into the girl’s open mouth.

Kimberly had tried to prepare for what was coming. Disobedience meant torture, that much was clear, and she was already in more pain than she could have ever imagined. She was willing to do whatever they wanted, even an act as disgusting as this.

That resolve lasted until her tastebuds registered what was being smeared across them.

Hot vomit rose up inside of her, and the captive blonde couldn’t even begin to keep it down. Bile and what was left of her dinner spewed out of her mouth and straight up into the air… and gravity brought it all back down.

Lover howled with laughter at her vomit spattered face, even as Kimberly retched violently and even more bile came drooling out of her mouth. “You disgusting little slut!” she crowed. “And I got the whole thing on tape! Everyone’s gonna love it!”

“She stopped sucking,” Master pointed out, not sounding amused at all. “And she’s not smiling.”

“She did, she did,” acknowledged Lover, and tapped the pliers against one of Kimberly’s few remaining teeth. “But we have a cure for that, don’t we?”

The teenager flinched, and despite all her revulsion, the fact that the toy tasted even worse than ever with her vomit on it, and the way her body continued helplessly retching, she began to suck furiously on the dirty shaft in her mouth, her bruised lips stretched in a wide desperate smile.

That wasn’t good enough.

A few minutes later, her now entirely toothless and grinning maw was still sucking on the woman’s strapon, seeking out the last traces of filth on her. She had thought - foolishly - that after her last tooth was removed, at least Lover would put the pliers away. The three missing fingernails on her left hand had proven her wrong.

“You finally fucking done?” Master complained. At some point, he’d switched from groping her tits to chewing on them. There were angry red bite marks all over her pillowy mounds now, and her nipples in particular felt like they’d been tortured with sandpaper.

“Tongue washed to perfection,” his friend confirmed, pulling her strapon out of her mouth and patting Kimberly on the cheek. “I’ll make sure your mother knows she’s got you to thank for the spit lube. See you when I’m done, cock cleaner.”

“Hey!” the man snapped. “We had a fucking deal.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lover tossed something to him before leaving.

Kimberly found herself quietly weeping. She was half convinced that she’d died in the night and gone to hell. Everything hurt so much, and she knew it was nowhere near over yet. The only reason she wasn’t begging for mercy and promising to spend the night helping her captors have the best sex of their lives if they’d just stop hurting her was the knowledge that she’d get nothing for it but another beating.

The blonde teen was so miserable that when she saw the needle in her captor’s hand and realized he intended to pierce her nipples, it barely affected her. It could hardly hurt more than his nails and teeth already had. And she was right; even though her abused nipples screamed in protest, the sting of the piercing needle was a relatively minor addition to her mountain of pains. He stuck two metal rings into her piercings and she just stared at them dully.

Then Master hooked his fingers into them, and Kimberly’s rape truly began.

He didn’t move his hips the entire time; he didn’t need to. He moved Kimberly instead, pushing and pulling on the nipple rings to fuck her on his cock. Each tug generated a sharp burst of agony in her chest, and to her humiliation, made her clench down on him. Under his control, she fucked him fast and hard, her cunt squeezing him like a glove the entire time while her fat tits bounced back and forth.

For him, it must have been pure bliss. For her… she screamed and wailed, until he yelled at her to shut up and gave her a sharp punch to the jaw that made something crack. It felt like getting raped by a power drill, his thick cock tearing her tight virgin pussy wide open. The blonde teen squirmed in her duct tape bondage, unable to offer the slightest resistance as he used her like a cheap fleshlight. She was sure that he was killing her. She PRAYED that he was killing her, because at least then this could never happen to her again.

“You deserve every minute of this, cunt,” he hissed at her. “Walking around, flaunting these fat tits everywhere you go. You were built to be fucked, and these tits were built to be beaten.”

He pulsed inside her warm, convulsing insides, and Kimberly’s blood ran cold as her instincts told her what was about to happen. “No!” she pleaded, not caring about the punishment for her outburst. “Not inside me, please!”

“Fuck you,” was Master’s only response, and then he yanked her nipple rings harder than ever, pulling her onto him to get every possible millimeter, his cockhead pressed against her cervix as hot, sticky cum began spurting out. The teen sobbed as she felt his seed plaster her womb.

He didn’t ease up on her nipple rings until every last drop was inside her. When he finally let go, she collapsed limply, still sobbing while he shrank inside of her.

“Stupidest fucking cunt I’ve ever met,” he said, and spat on her face again. “Now clean your mess off my cock while I introduce your fat tits to their new best friend.”

That “friend” turned out to be his leather belt, which he began using to beat her breasts black and blue. At the same time, he was seated on her face, his drooping balls and soft prick both dangling in her mouth. Afraid of more abuse, Kimberly obediently sucked on both, lapping up the blood and cum from her rape even as he lashed her firm globes. She hoped that if she demonstrated her cooperation, he might ease up on the belt, but she wasn’t surprised when that didn’t happen.

She shuddered when he began to stiffen in her mouth, but continued gently licking and sucking on him. “You see what you and your tits do to me?” he snarled, sounding almost annoyed at his own erection. “This is why you deserve every bit of this, you fucking cunt.”

Kimberly gagged as his cock hit the entrance to her throat. She knew what deepthroating was, and had absolutely no interest in experiencing it for herself, so she redoubled her efforts to please him, trying to communicate nonverbally that this wasn’t necessary, that she could make him feel good with just her mouth and tongue.

He either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “I bet you fucking love the effect you have on men, don’t you? Walking around jiggling those fat tits everywhere you go, giggling about how easily you can tempt good men, faithful men, away from their wives.” Master swung his belt furiously, every sharp smack across her sensitive breasts making her entire body quiver in pain, while his other hand grabbed her chin. His cockhead slammed into the back of her mouth again, insistent, and she gurgled as it popped into her throat and began sliding deeper.

“How does it feel when you can’t just make a man hard and then walk away?” he hissed as he forced more of his shaft down her throat. She found herself unable to breathe, but once again, he either didn’t notice or didn’t care, his cock only pushing deeper. “When you finally have to take some actual fucking responsibility for yourself? You still feel good about all the times you jiggled your fat tits in front of me, cunt? It’s a little hard to keep laughing behind my back about how hard you make me when that hardness is stuffed down your throat, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”

The blonde’s vision swam and grew dark, and she suddenly knew with terrifying certainty that she was going to die like this. Intentional or not, she was going to choke to death on this man’s cock.

“Done with her cunt?” asked a male voice calmly.

The hard shaft plugging her throat abruptly withdrew, and Kimberly gasped gratefully for air.

“For now,” said Master. He jabbed his cockhead back into her mouth, and the teenager began licking it furiously even as she continued panting for breath, desperate to dissuade him from trying her throat again.

She felt the newcomer, who had to be Sir, join them on the bed, and then without any preamble he was suddenly inside of her. Kimberly tensed and barely bit back a scream as his cock eagerly started pumping in and out of her sore pussy. “Ohh, she’s fucking tight!” he exclaimed. “Virgin cunt?”

“Yes.”

“Lucky bastard. Even her sloppy seconds are like a damn vise.”

“Just make sure you cum inside her. The cunt fucking loves the idea of getting bred, came all over my cock when she realized what was happening.” Her captor looked at her, daring her to challenge the lie. Kimberly meekly licked her throatslime off him.

Sir laughed. He wasn’t fucking her as fiercely as Master had with the nipple rings, but his cock was noticeably thicker, and the way it drilled her aching insides was nearly as painful. “Like mother, like daughter. You should see how that slut keeps begging us to stuff her pussy and give her another kid.” He laughed again. “Of course, that might have something to do with the way me and Lover keep pounding her asshole instead. Who wants to fuck a loose baby chute when you’ve got a tight unused pooper just around the back?”

“Speak of the devil!” said Lover. “Came by to get another lovely tongue bath. Mom’s pooper is tight, but god is it fucking messy in there by now. Room for one more?”

“Fine,” said Master reluctantly. “The cunt was just about to treat me to a titfuck, as thanks for all my hard work training her. Isn’t that right?” The blonde nodded weakly.

What followed was a nightmare, though it was more obscene than anything Kimberly’s subconscious could have managed. Between her legs, Sir was thrusting hard into her pussy, lubricated only by another man’s semen and her virgin blood, with every intention of leaving his own load inside of her as well. On her bruised stomach, she was being crushed by the weight of Master with his fingers hooked in her nipple rings, which still ached terribly at the slightest touch, and was tugging them hard in order to use her ripe and battered chest as a masturbation tool.

And last but not least, Lover feeding her stinking, shit smeared strapon into her mouth while recording it all. “Don’t forget to smile,” she warned. “This will be going out to ALL of your classmates in the morning, your relatives, your college admission officer…we wouldn’t want a single person to think you don’t enjoy the taste of your mother’s asshole, right?” Kimberly thought of her seven remaining fingernails and smiled.

“A tight cunt is no excuse to be a dead fish,” Sir complained. “Clench down on me, bitch, and fuck me back!” His fingers found her clitoris and pinched it hard. Kimberly clenched, and swung her bound legs back and forth to meet his thrusts.

“Jiggle these fat tits, cunt,” said Master, and twisted on her nipple rings. “I’m doing all the work for you here, least you can fucking do is give me a show.” Kimberly wriggled her upper body, making her bare breasts bounce and jiggle for his amusement.

“Smile and suck,” reminded Lover. “Smile and suck. That new tang you might be noticing is piss, by the way.  My brother has been using your mom’s guts as a toilet.” Kimberly smiled and sucked.

The captive blonde serviced all three as best she could, feeling like nothing more than a living sex toy. She silently begged them to see how cooperative she was being. They didn’t need to cum inside her, or hurt her, or feed her disgusting things. She would be so good to them, if they’d just give her a chance.

Sir groaned happily as he came in her fertile pussy.

Master twisted her rings sharply as he came all over her throat and chin, making her screech and howl despite herself.

“Don’t forget to show my pussy lips some love,” said Lover. “There might be a crusty little bit of your vomit hiding on them, and I know you wouldn’t want to miss out on that.”

The three rapists looked at each other above the exhausted, well used teen.

“Well, guess I’d better go top up with a fresh coat,” announced Lover.

Sir was already slipping his cock into Kimberly’s open mouth. “Just need a little suck job before round 2, bitch. Don’t worry, I got the stamina you need to go all night long. I promise there will be a baby in that belly after tonight.”

“Fuck you both,” Master said sourly. Kimberly whined as he began beating her breasts with his belt again, layering fresh welts over all the bite marks and bruises. “I already did you a favor, now go back to your old cunt and leave this one with me.“

“Aww, come on,” Lover wheedled. “Aren’t group activities more fun? Besides, we’ve got the rest of Mom’s life to enjoy her, which will be what, three months? Four?”

“We kept that one bitch around for six,” Sir offered.

“Point is, we’ve already fucked the old lady plenty, and she’s got lots more to come. Tonight’s our only chance with the daughter before you cart her off to wherever; let’s live a little.”

This was the first time Kimberly considered the possibility that this ordeal wasn’t something that would end when morning came. That this… this could be the rest of her life.

In that context, her immediate reaction was quite understandable: she pissed herself in fear.

Lover was the first to notice the yellow stain spreading quickly across the already defiled sheets, and the woman broke out laughing. “See? How can you ask us not to play with a sweet little thing like this?”

“Alright, fine,” Master said begrudgingly. “But bring me the riding crop, the tattoo machine, and the curling iron. I want this cunt’s first anal rape to be memorable.”

“Aye aye, Master,” Lover said with a mocking salute.

One hour later, Kimberly had never been more miserable in her life, not even when she thought she was about to choke to death on a stranger’s cock.

There were now five loads of cum in her pussy, enough for it to slosh and leak around Sir’s cock as he happily worked on number six.

She’d lost track of how many times she’d had to lick Lover’s fake cock clean, but she’d lost four more fingernails in the process, and the woman seemed as enthusiastic as ever about it. “Hi everyone!” Kimberly had had to announce to her phone the previous time. “Your girl Kimberly is entering the exciting world of human toilet paper! Watch how well I tongue my new girlfriend’s butthole after I’m done cleaning up after Mom’s leaky guts again!”

And Master… he was the worst. He’d spent twenty minutes methodically going over her tits with the riding crop, striking them until there wasn’t an inch of unmarked flesh. Then he’d flipped her over and done the same thing to her bubble butt, turning the entire surface into one glowing bruise. He’d paid special attention to her asshole, which was now as sore and swollen as her face.

Both sessions had been awful, but the tattoo machine was even worse. Kimberly had fought to stay still as he wrote numerous messages all over her body: COCK CLEANER across her forehead, JIGGLE and JELLO across the tops of her tits, WORTHLESS FUCKING CUNT on her stomach, CUM DUMP on her inner thigh, and MASTER’S BUTT SLUT across her ass. He’d given her butt a hard slap after that last one, and looked nearly cheerful. “We’re gonna make that one true very soon, aren’t we, cunt?” She’d nodded fearfully.

And now, that time had come.

Kimberly did her best to balance on her knees as she lowered her chest onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom. The fuzzy carpet was coarse, and she had to do this gently if she didn’t want to- “Faster, cunt!” Master barked, and she scrambled to obey, slamming her fat tits on the carpet. The result wasn’t quite like scrubbing them with sandpaper, but it wasn’t far off either, and after being tenderized by both his leather belt and the riding crop, the harsh treatment made her feel like they were on fire. It took all her willpower to hold the position and not rise up to find relief.

As if he could read her mind, he continued, “if you lift your tits from that position, I will personally tear your eyes out of your sockets. If you understand, wiggle that plump ass like the slut you are!” Kimberly bobbed her ass from side to side.

“You get one take for this, Kimmy,” Lover said. “Get it right, and we’ll give you a little something to make this easier for you. Get it wrong…” she shrugged. “ Well, we’ll still enjoy ourselves.” She pointed her phone at her. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Kimberly breathed out slowly, recalling her lines. She needed to get this right. First, smile. “Hi everyone! I’ve decided to try anal with my boyfriend for the first time, because my cunt is already a soggy, cum filled mess. But I want to make sure it’s an extra special experience for him, so we’re trying this!”

Her expression almost cracked, but she held it in place. “My boyfriend is going to shove a… a curling iron up there first, to make sure it’s hot and toasty for him. Anything more than ten seconds could do serious damage, but I’m just a worthless fucktoy anyway, so we’ll stop after thirty!”

She winced slightly as Master guided the iron into her asshole. It wasn’t especially long or thick, but her anal ring was so swollen from the riding crop that a needle would have given her trouble. And while the metal was initially cool to the touch, it quickly grew warmer. “By the time he’s done,” she announced, straining to keep her smile as the heat became painful, “my insides will be literally cooked! The flesh will be sticking to the iron like meat on a sizzling pan!”

Kimberly gasped as the pain rocketed. Almost there. Almost there. “That means when he rips it out of my guts, it’s going to take all the skin with it! So not only will my poop chute be hot and snug for his fat dick, all my raw nerve endings will be exposed! It’ll be a great a-anal fuck for both of us!”

She stared desperately at the camera, willing this torture to end. That was the end of the script. It had to be thirty seconds by now. It had to… Master yanked the curling iron out of her, and the blonde teen bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. No screaming. Remember to smile.

“She actually did it,” Lover said, sounding impressed. “I guess she really is her master’s butt slut.”

Kimberly was in too much pain to even register her words. The agony in her bowels was only growing worse with each passing second. Even the slight movement of air inside of her felt like barbed wire being dragged through her insides.

“Time for your reward, cunt,” Master said. She looked up, her eyes focusing on what he held in his hands.

“No…” she whispered hopelessly. “Please, I did it, I did it all, I’m trying so hard, please…”

None of her begging convinced him not to press the nail gun against the top of her ripe, tender tits. THUNK. THUNK. Long nails drove straight through her flesh and into the floor below, sealing her in place. Blood trickled down her permanent JIGGLE and JELLO tattoos.

“See?” Lover mocked. “No risk of letting those fat titties slip now. You’re welcome!”

Master just scowled. “What part of shut the fuck up…” He kicked her hard in the side, and Kimberly squealed in pain, both at the blow itself and the way it yanked on the nails. “Do you not understand?!”

He knelt behind the teen, his fat cock kissing her seared pinprick of an asshole, and grabbed two fistfuls of her blonde hair for leverage. “Stupid fucking cunt,” he complained, and then drove his hips forward.

Kimberly’s world became one of pure agony.

In her mind’s eye, his cock was a flaming spear impaling her flesh, scorching internal organs and tearing her apart with every thrust. Her breasts weren’t being dragged back and forth across a rough carpet, they being chewed upon by thousands of fire ants, the insects digging tunnels into her body to devour her from the inside out. She was in too much pain to even remember that she was “only” being raped, and was absolutely certain that she was being tortured to death. A death that refused to come. There was just more pain, and more, and more.

She was distantly aware that she was sobbing, and that people around her were laughing. “Aww, does someone not like getting her butt stuffed?” one mocked. She tried to tell him that she had no idea what he was talking about, that she was being murdered, not raped, but her mouth was too full of screams. “Maybe it’s just an acquired taste, bitch. We’ll see how you feel after another twenty or thirty reamings, okay?”

“I got a feeling this is the video that goes viral, slut,” said a woman. “You’ll have tens of thousands watching your new owner break in your ass.”

“Goddamn fucking crybaby,” growled the one behind her, and the spear bit extra deep.

At some point Master came, an explosion of liquid fire inside her that promised to reduce her to cinders. But somehow, it was over, and she was still alive, and Kimberly’s mind slowly reasserted itself. She was shuddering like a leaf, completely drained of all energy and willpower.

“Clean your fucking mess, cunt,” Master ordered, and suddenly his filthy cock was pushing past her lips. Even as she gagged, Sir was sinking his own prick into her bleeding asshole, and her torture began again. Except that this time, accompanying the agony was a soft shaft in her mouth that tasted of cum, blood, and shit, and every time she stopped or even slowed her licking of it, she received a sharp slap across the face to get her moving again.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about those fat tits of yours either,” Master growled, and she whimpered at the sight of the belt again. Fresh blows rained down on her skewered chest.

When it was over, it was time to suck Sir clean while Lover enjoyed her guts, her hard strapon vigorously churning her raw insides. Then it was Lover’s turn to be cleaned while Master went for a second round. They all went for seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and after every time their nailed down fucktoy dutifully slurped them clean.

Hours later.

Lover was sitting on the floor enjoying a cigarette and teaching the still nailed down Kimberly how to eat pussy while Sir continued enjoying her ass. “You probably won’t get much chance after this,” Lover was saying, “but it’s still a good skill to have, don’t you think?” The teenager nodded while her tired tongue continued lapping at the woman’s musky folds.

This would be the fifth orgasm she’d given Lover since their “lesson” had started two hours ago. Master had vanished somewhere after saying that he wanted to spend some time with Kimberly’s mother before they all split up. The two siblings had been all too eager to temporarily trade captives.

Lover tapped her cigarette, and Kimberly tried not to shudder as some of the hot ash sprinkled onto her hair. She pushed her tongue even deeper, trying to recall where the woman was most sensitive. Her teaching method was simple but effective: if the bound teenager couldn’t lick her to orgasm before she finished her cigarette, Lover would put the stub out on her.

“Your new owner told us not to leave any permanent markings on you without permission, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Lover had confided cheerfully after the first failure. She’d taken her pliers and stretched Kimberly’s labia out until the girl was certain her flesh was about to be torn off, then ground the hot cigarette stub out on it while Kimberly screamed in agony. “See? When it comes to cunts, boys only ever seem to care about stuffing them with cock, cum, and babies. They don’t properly appreciate how fun it is to torture a fucktoy’s twat. That’s why I’m sure he’ll never even notice a few love marks in here. They can be our little secret.”

Lover had gone through almost an entire pack of cigarettes by now, and Kimberly had more than a dozen “love marks” dotting her insides to show for it. The worst had been when she enlisted her brother to stretch the teen’s slit wide open with both hands so that she could put one out right on her cervix. Kimberly had still been wailing in pain when the woman had popped the crushed butt into her mouth, to join all the rest in her stomach.

Kimberly’s cunnilingus efforts were interrupted by Sir cumming in her ass yet again, the blonde whimpering as more semen basted her raw and bloody bowels. He hadn’t been bluffing about his stamina; despite finishing in her more times than she could remember, it never took more than a couple minutes for him to grow hard again. In the last two hours, the one and only time his cock hadn’t been buried in her asshole was when he’d gone to raid the kitchen fridge for beer. The blonde’s insides had grown somewhat numb to the continuous anal rapes, but her entire anal tract still felt like it was on fire, and every eager thrust into her guts still felt more like being stabbed than fucked.

As Sir came, he took a long swig of his latest drink and then belched. “Pretty damn sure this is heaven,” he said happily. “Tight holes and cold beer. Don’t even need to stop to piss.” On cue, urine began spurting from his softening prick, making Kimberly whimper again. Her distress wasn’t just because his piss stream felt like a jet of hot acid in her. He’d drunk so much by now, and emptied his full bladder into her so often, that her stomach had begun to bloat. He was literally giving her a piss enema, one beer at a time.

“I’m more partial to warm tongues and fresh cigarettes, but you’re right, this is damn near perfect,” Lover agreed, and scritched Kimberly behind one ear. “Thanks for helping us have such a wonderful night, Kimmy.” The helpless teenager let out a sob.

“Does feel like I’m fucking a bowl of soup by now, though,” Sir complained, though his hips were still bobbing eagerly, his cock already hard again.

Lover gave him an arch look. “Well, it’s not my piss and cum back there.” She raised her voice. “Hey Master! You mind bringing Mom over? It’s time for her to do a little housecleaning!”

Kimberly had thought her spirits couldn’t fall any lower, but that changed when she saw the woman crawling slowly behind Master. Her mother’s condition wasn’t all that worse than her own - fewer teeth removed, more fingers broken - but the sight of Nicole, a woman who had always been so vibrant and loving reduced to a battered, dead eyed sex toy, broke something deep inside the teenager.

She knew in that moment that their old life was over, and this was all that remained.

“Your daughter’s guts are getting a little too juicy,” Lover told the woman. “Go clean her up.” Kimberly’s mother nodded silently and crawled behind the blonde. Sir stepped aside to let her work, but then stuck his cock into Nicole’s ass instead. The woman’s only reaction was a soft grunt.

Kimberly blushed at the sensation of her mother’s tongue slipping into her rectum. It was disgusting in so many ways, but it was also the gentlest touch she’d received since waking up in this hell. “Ooooh,” Lover said. “Someone’s got the hots for Mom! Little incest romance blooming over here.” The teenager shook her head. “Oh no? Mom, change of plans! Eat your daughter out instead. And you…” she looked down at Kimberly. “Stop being such a lazy bitch and satisfy my pussy.” She clapped her hands as though she’d just thought of something. “How about a little incentive? Whichever one of you succeeds at your task first gets to go free!”

Kimberly froze at the idea. Freedom?

“Like hell they do!” Master protested, but Lover held her hand up.

“Trust me on this,” she said, and winked at him.

Kimberly didn’t know if the woman was lying, or if it would turn out to be some sick joke. What she did know was that her mother didn’t seem to care. Before Lover had even stopped talking, Nicole had latched onto her daughter’s slit and begun frantically licking her. The teenager squirmed in her bonds. “Mom, wait! Please!”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think Mom doesn’t want to go home with us,” Lover remarked. “Feel that busy tongue, Kimberly? That’s the tongue of a woman who couldn’t care less what happens to her little girl.”

Kimberly was too tired to argue. Lover wasn’t wrong. Her mother was making it painfully clear what her priorities were right now. If she hadn’t been exhausted and hurting, the teenager would have been able to empathize and understand that Nicole was running on nothing but fumes and self preservation instincts by now. But in her current state, the revelation that her mother wasn’t going to try and help her made her break down sobbing, unable to even try and compete.

“There there,” Lover mocked. “It’s okay, Kimmy. Just relax and enjoy what will probably be the last orgasm of your life, courtesy of Mommy Dearest. Something to remember her by.” Kimberly’s body shuddered in an involuntary climax while she continued to sob.

Nicole didn’t stop licking until Lover stood up and physically dragged her head away, Sir still doggedly plumbing the depths of her asshole. “That was some top notch cunt munching,” the woman said. “In fact, it was so good, I’ll give you a choice. You can go free, or you can go with your daughter, see if you two lovebirds can make it work. What’ll it be?”

Kimberly’s mother didn’t hesitate. “I want to go free. Please.” She didn’t look at her daughter.

“I told you, you can’t do this!” Master raged.

“Sure we can,” Lover pointed out. “She’s our fucktoy now, remember? Not yours. We can do whatever we want with her, even this!”

She pulled the woman’s face onto her strapon. Nicole didn’t resist, not at first, but as Lover’s toy bottomed out in her throat, the woman began to make urgent noises. Lover’s only response was to pull her face in even closer, while Sir started hammering the woman’s backdoor faster.

“This is what you asked for, sweetie,” Lover purred. “Freedom. You didn’t really think that meant walking out the front door, did you? For fucktoys, freedom means retiring from service and making a trip to that great big dumpster in the sky. Now why don’t you say goodbye to your daughter, until you meet again up there?”

Kimberly’s mother stared at her daughter and mumbled something, the words lost behind the strapon choking her. Tears ran down her face. Then her expression grew lax, and her eyes closed. Piss, cum, and other fluids ran down her legs as her consciousness faded.

“Fuck me,” Sir complained, still fucking her asshole. “I was hoping to nut before she kicked it. She’s all loose now.”

“Let me give you a hand,” Lover said warmly. She stepped next to her brother and forced her strapon into Nicole’s asshole, alongside Sir’s dick. “Better?”

“It’ll do,” he said cheerfully.

“You… you really killed her,” Master said. He sounded both astonished and excited.

Lover shrugged, casually pumping Nicole’s body. “ I know you’re new to all this, but fucktoys are for a good time, not a long time.” She nodded at Kimberly, who was staring in shock at her mother’s corpse. “Enjoy that one as long as you want, but if I were you, I’d give her a year or two, tops. You’ll be happier that way, and frankly, by then she’ll be thanking you for it.”

Sir sighed happily as he came inside the warm guts of what had once been Kimberly’s mother. “Not the tightest finish, but your Mom’s last ride was still a good one, Kimmy. Now why don’t you clean me up so I can get back to your asshole?”

Lover chuckled and withdrew her strapon as well. “Yeah, clean him up, Kimmy, and then we’ll celebrate your mother’s life with one last taste of her asshole on plastic. It’s just the send off she deserved.”

Kimberly stared in mute horror at both filthy cocks, and then, weeping, did the only thing she could: licked what was left of her dead mother off of Sir, and then did the same for his sister while he enjoyed her asshole again.

***

Five years later.

Master had been surprised to realize he enjoyed Kimberly’s throat the most.

Her other holes were excellent too, of course. Her cunt was a warm pocket that he’d fucked so often and so hard over the years, he was half convinced he’d molded it into the shape of his cock by now. And watching her belly swell with child and her already fat tits grow even bigger was a delight. He was pretty sure the first one had belonged to Sir after all, but the other six had been all him. Kimberly hadn’t said a word of protest about how he’d disposed of her brats one by one - he’d finally beaten that fucking chatterbox instinct of hers out long ago - but her softly accusing eyes after the second time had earned her a punishment session that she still limped from.

Her asshole had never been quite as hot and tight as that first time, but under his steady discipline, the young woman had taken her MASTER’S BUTT SLUT tattoo to heart. There were days when he spent long hours just buried in her guts, letting her bounce and clench and wring the cum out of him over and over. And at the end of the day, when she’d squat over her food bowl and let all that cum and piss drool out to flavor her meal… it was perfection.

And yet, her throat was still his favorite, and it wasn’t even close. In some ways, Lover had been right when she’d told him to dump the girl after two years. Kimberly’s cunt and ass were fantastic, but they were little more than high quality fleshlights by now. She didn’t struggle or scream or even weep when he fucked them, just put her head down and performed.

But her throat…

Kimberly was already dutifully bouncing her head on his cock when he pulled her closer to him.  There was no dramatic change to her demeanor when his shaft cut off her airflow, but he could see the emotion in her eyes as she remembered how her mother had died like this, how she herself had nearly died this way the very first time he claimed her throat. She was no longer a jaded, empty headed fucktoy in that moment; she was a girl wondering if she was about to die.

Once that emotion in her eyes had been fear, but not anymore. Lover had been right about that too: over the years, he’d watched Kimberly’s fear of death evolve into acceptance, and eventually into hope. It had been a slow, satisfying process, watching what was left of her soul rot away. He pumped her throat now, and she let out a soft gurgle in response, quietly pleading with him to let it happen this time.

He pulled her even closer until her lips began to turn blue and considered, not for the first time, acquiescing. She’d been a model fucktoy for years now, after all, nothing like the mouthy cunt she’d started as, and she’d given him literally thousands of mindblowing orgasms over the last five years (and received none herself, of course). He was still in contact with Lover and Sir, who had gone through nearly twenty fucktoys of their own since their trade. He could probably work out something with them, get a brand new model that would bring some excitement back into his life.

He considered it. But at the last second, he released her, letting her choke and gasp for air for a few seconds, until his spurting cum clogged her airways again. Even as she asphyxiated, her tongue gently stroked him, working to please him just like a good fucktoy should.

She was back to being perfect, and boring. But boring and unpleasant were not at all the same thing; he’d fuck her cunt a few times next, he decided, take advantage of her current ovulation to shoot for brat number eight, then her asshole once or twice, and finally enjoy the daily tradition of beating JIGGLE and JELLO with his belt for a while - her fat tits were always in need of punishment, no matter how well she behaved - before treating himself to her throat again. It promised to be an uneventful but extremely pleasant evening, for one of them anyway.

Master knew that he could never really dispose of his slave. Even if his throatfucking trick stopped working and he never saw any sign of the old her again, she was still Kimberly.

She was still his daughter.

And he would never grow tired of fucking his daughter.