Ongoing Story\You don't escape.

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

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 concious 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.

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