Ongoing Story\You don't escape.

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Current revision as of 00:36, 6 November 2021

Chapter 14 (Finale): At least this place has air conditioning...

You couldn't escape. The small, token gesture of resistance you were able to put up earlier was just a fluke, and now the drugs made you so weak and aroused that you can't even walk in a straight line. The euphoria of the drug was so intense that it turned your entire body into a g-spot. Someone could blow on the back of your neck and make you cum. The other girls were all just as intoxicated as you were. The four of you put together couldn't overpower two young boys, so there was no way you were going to fight off a score when they arrived. Before you knew it, there were about five boys surrounding every girl and defiling them. Your parents were nowhere to be found, and no one was there to save you.

Nina, the maid, was a big favorite with the legion of horny teenage boys who came storming in. They squeeze her fat black tits, slapped her ass, drilled her in every hole they could fit a cock into and covered nearly every inch of her body in cum.

Tracy, your older sister, who you always looked up to as mature and wise, whined and pleaded in baby talk for the boys to go easy on her. The loud, hard spanking, slapping and biting she received in return was far from what she wanted. Watching her get absolutely destroyed by a horder of throbbing cocks broke your heart.

Julie, your little sister, was extremely popular. The sick bastards didn't care that she was so small and petite, they beat her and fucked her all the same. She was so innocent, she kept asking them what they were doing and what was happening to her body as her small chest was groped and pinched, her little feet were licked and her tiny ass was fucked without mercy.

You watched it all go down while at the same time, you lived through it. Boys of every shape and size fucked you in every available hole, as well as your hands and feet. There wasn't a single inch of your body that didn't get manhandled. So much cum spilled all over your petite frame that you could easily be mistaken for both. The boys seemed to love soaking all of you in waves of sticky, smelly cum.

The boys were cruel, insatiable and worst of all, creative. They brought in little costumes to dress you and your siblings up like cats, rabbits and pigs. They brought in bondage gear and sex toys you never even knew existed before, they tied you all up and tortured you with elaborate devices, pulleys and weights. You felt like a hunk of meat in a butcher shop hang up in a window. You girls were their toys.

Not mention the freaky stuff they did: making you four eat their asses, pissing all over you, forcing you to fuck each other while they watched, strangling you until you passed out, pouring hot wax on your bodies. The list went on and on.

Its been three long months since that night. Nobody ever came to save you, and between the physical exhausting and the drugging your body never even had a chance. Once their friends came over, it was all over for you and the other girls. You were all gangbanged by a flood of rock-hard athletes and models, as well as some skinny nerds and fat slobs. Your tiny sister Julie was fucked like a cumrag, your vulumptous older sister and thick black maid are little more than cockmeat, and you have lost all sense of self as your whole body was turned into a playground.

After the first night was over, your brothers retreated to a small beach house owned by your parents. Your mother and father never asked questions, going away on a cruise and being told you were all sent off to an exclusive private school. Since then, all four of you have become sex slaves, drugged and fucked on a daily basis. Your regular outfits are S&M gear, tight bindings and collars hitched to polls inside every room in the house so you can never get too far. Every part of your body is a different plaything for your brothers and their horny friends, including your little feet, which are often licked like candy.

On a daily basis, the four of you perform depraved sex acts on every male currently in the house. You do stuff even the kinkiest folks would find disgusting. You're forced to play whatever perverted "games" they think of, and you're regularly punished with whippings and spankings on a daily basis. Every hour of the day, the house is filled with the moans and cries of you girls as you're continually debased and defiled. There's still a part of your mind that's normal, that doesn't like this, that's constantly aflame with disgust and shame, but your conscious brain and body have been completely broken, and you've become a near-mindless cockslut like the rest of the girls in the building.

For you, the very worst part is how much you enjoy it all.

Bad End.