The Dollhouse

John woke up to the sensation of Hannah sucking his cock to life and Penelope giggling.

"Good morning, Daddy," Penelope's little voice whispered in his ear, teasingly.

He turned to see the fourteen-year-old's freckled face. Her blue eyes were bright and mischievous, and her lips were rosy and plump. When she smiled, her braces sparkled, and it melted his heart.

"Good morning, Precious," he said.

As Hannah slurped his cock, Penelope leaned over him and kissed him, her dark brown locks of hair dangling over his face. He parted his lips as she kissed him, letting her push her tongue into his mouth. He tongued her back, feeling the texture of her braces as he explored her mouth.

There's something so deliciously wrong about making out with a teenager in braces, he mused as they kissed.

John broke their kiss and flipped Penelope onto her back. Hannah sat back and watched as her lover, the man she considered her boyfriend, pushed his dick into the fourteen-year-old's pussy. She touched her own cunt as she watched John's cock sink into Penelope, making the girl sigh in pleasure.

"I want you to tell me about when your mom whored you out," he said, looking down at Penelope. Her eyes got big. "Does that scare you?" he asked. "To talk about it?"

Penelope nodded.

"What she did to you was horrible. What she let her friends do to you was bad. But we can transform that into something good," John told her. "I want you to see that you can look back on it and feel aroused, thinking about all those men using your body for money."

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Penelope sighed as John filled her with his cock.

"You're a good little slut for me, Penelope," he told her. "Tell me and Hannah how you were a good little slut for other men."

Penelope thrust her hips up against John as he buried himself in her. "Okay," she whispered.

"This is so sick, Daddy," Hannah said. "But it's making me so wet."

"You can do this, Precious," John encouraged Penelope. "Tell me what they did to you. Tell me all the horrible things. And make me cum."

"Unh," Penelope said, pushing back against John's thrust. He knew now that she was turned on. This had worked with Madison, getting her to talk about her rape while they fucked, getting her to see it in a sexy light from being already turned on. He hoped it worked again.

"They didn't care about me," Penelope said. "They just used me."

"You were an object for them," John encouraged.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Just a pussy for them to fuck?"

Penelope nodded. Her eyes were watering.

"I bet your tight little cunt made their cocks feel so good," John said.

"It did," she gasped. "They loved fucking me. They always told me that. They said I was so much better than my mom."

"Did you ever get wet while they were using you?" John asked.

Penelope put her hand over her eyes and nodded. "Every time," she whispered.

"Holy shit," Hannah gasped.

"Did you ever look forward to being used?"

Penelope nodded, still covering her eyes. "After a while, yeah," she said quietly.

"Were any of them as good at fucking you as your brother?"

Penelope shook her head. "They were bigger, but they always hurt me."

"Did you cum for them?"

"Sometimes. There was one man, one of mom's old boyfriends who had always wanted to fuck me -- he made me cum every time. His cock rubbed against my g-spot, and I... unh..."

John repositioned his cock to rub against the top of her vaginal wall, hitting her g-spot.

"Yeah, like that," she moaned. "Yes! Fuck me like Larry did, Daddy."

John thrust into her little cunt over and over. "Tell me more, Precious. I want to hear what a dirty, little whore you were. Did they pay you?"

"They paid mom."

"How much? What did she charge to let her friends rape her daughter's pussy?"

"Twenty-five dollars a fuck," Penelope said, and she burst into tears.

"Oh my god!" Hannah exclaimed.

"Mmmmmmm, you were such a cheap, little whore, weren't you, Precious?"

"I was so cheap, Daddy!" Penelope cried out. "Mom said she could have charged more, but she wanted to keep my price low so that they could afford to fuck me over and over."

John was getting so worked up, and even though he was eliciting some intense emotions from Penelope, he could tell that she was getting turned on as well.

"I bet they loved using your tight, little cunt," John groaned. "They were so lucky to have such a pretty, young, little whore to fuck."

"They loved using me, Daddy," she moaned. "I was the best fuck they ever had."

"Yes you were, Baby," John told her. "I bet they would have paid so much more to fuck your sweet, little pussy. Would you fuck them again, Penelope? Would you let those men use your body again? Would you pleasure them with your tight, little cunt?"

"Yes!" Penelope gasped. "I want them to use me again! I want to be their whore, Daddy!"

"Say their names, Penelope. Cry out their names. Honor the men who used your stupid little cunt."

"Larry!" she cried, her back arching. "Gerald!" Penelope closed her eyes, and pushed out tears. "Sam!" She was meeting John's thrusts. "Eddie!" She balled her fists, clenching the sheets at her side as she fucked John's cock. "Raul! Mark! Peter!" Her breathing was so heavy, she was gasping for air between each name. "And my brother Jeff!"

"Your own brother paid to fuck you?" Hannah asked.

"Yes!" Penelope cried. "And his dick was sloppy with mom's cum. Oh god! Daddy, I'm so close!"

"You're such a good whore, Penelope," John told her. "Say it. Tell me what a whore you are!"

"Ungh," was all Penelope could reply through her building orgasm.

"Say it!" John commanded, and he slapped her face.

"Agh!" Penelope screamed. "I'm a dirty, little whore! I love being used! I want men to use my body again, Daddy!"

"Yes!" John cried. "Make me cum, Penny! You're just a worthless cunt until you make me cum."

Penelope fuck John so hard that Hanna was afraid the bed was going to break.

"Cum in me, Daddy! Cum in my worthless pussy! I need your cum!"

John hammered into the little teen cunt until his balls clenched and his dick spurt into her, filling her, fulfilling her.

"YEESSSSS!!!" he cried.

And when John came, Penelope felt his warm semen spilling into her womb. She knew she had done it, that she was useful, and she came.

John collapsed on top of her, kissing her breathlessly.

"That was... oh my god... so hot!" Hannah gasped, as her own orgasm washed over her where she knelt on the bed next to them, fingering herself.

---

"I don't think we can truly give Penelope the rape session she deserves with just one cock," John said. He and Amelia were working in the office.

"I'm afraid it's simply out of the question to bring in another man to fuck her, John," Amelia replied.

"I get that," John said. "But what if we don't bring in another man? What if we use the one that's already here?"

Amelia looked at John in disbelief. "My father?" she asked.

John nodded.

"Out of the question," she said, and she returned to her paperwork as if the matter were settled.

John got up and stood behind Amelia, rubbing her shoulders.

"I asked Penelope to tell me the names of the men that used her as I fucked her this morning," he said. "She named seven men besides her brother."

Amelia stopped writing and listened.

"She got off to the idea of being a whore again for those men. I think we have a real chance to make some progress with helping her redeem what was done to her, but... we need more men to fuck her."

"What if it wasn't a man?" Amelia asked, beginning to relax into the sensation of John's fingers kneading her neck muscles.

"Girls with strapons will be good to a point, but..."

"You misunderstand, John," she said, straining her neck to look up at him. "We can use my father and her brother."

John bent over and kissed Amelia's mouth.

"You're a sick genius," he told her. "So you're okay with your father fucking Penelope?"

"No," she said truthfully. "He's been begging me to let him fuck my girls. He wanted your job," she said.

John sat down on the edge of Amelia's desk to look at her.

"And you wouldn't let him? Why not?"

"Because I believe he wants to reclaim those first moments in our relationship when I was just a girl. And if he has a little girl to fuck," Amelia's face contorted and a sob seized her throat, "then he won't need me."

John knelt down next to Amelia and wrapped his arms around her.

"I fuck little girls, and I need you," he said.

"You're a better man than my father, John," she said through her tears. "I don't want to lose him."

"You won't," John told her. "What if he doesn't fuck her? What if he just helps me cum on her face?"

"There's a part of me that wants him to have her tight, teenage pussy," Amelia said. "I love him so much, I just..."

"I know," John said, cradling her to his chest. "You would give him anything. Let him do anything."

"Of course you know," she replied, hugging him back. "And that's why I want you to be the father of my babies."

John held her tight. "I can't wait to be a parent with you," he said.

"Dr. Winters stopped my Depo-Provera shots. She said it can sometimes take months or even years for a woman to be fertile again."

"But there might be a chance already?" John asked.

Amelia nodded, and John immediately sprung up and lifted her from her chair. He sat her on the edge of her desk and started unzipping his pants. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside to let him in.

"Yes, fuck me, John!" she gasped.

"Even though your father is still here?" he asked.

As he pushed his dick into her, he felt the goopiness of cum already inside her.

"Yes, but you'll have to have his sloppy seconds," she said.

Knowing that she'd fucked her father before him this morning turned John on so much.

"What if he gets you pregnant instead?" John asked.

"I doubt it. I don't think I'll be fertile for a while. But you never know," she said.

As John started fucking her sloppy cunt, the thought of raising her father's incest child as his own made him incredibly horny.

"If he did impregnate you, you could make me raise it," he told her. "And you'd have to continue to fuck him in front of me. I'll always be your cuckold, Amelia."

"Oh, John!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around him. "You're such a stupid, little cuckold."

"It was so humiliating to suck your cum off his cock," John moaned.

Amelia pushed John off of her, and bent over to suck her father's cum off John's dick. Then she held his face. He opened his mouth to her, and she spit Harrison's incestuous cum into John's mouth. John moaned in humiliated pleasure as he tasted it.

"Fuck me, but don't cum in me," Amelia told him. "I want my father to get me pregnant, not you."

John moaned as he shoved his dick back inside Amelia.

"God, Amelia, yes!" he cried out. "I want our baby to be his. I want all our babies to be his."

"And then you can get Madison pregnant and have incest babies with your daughter," Amelia cooed, pulling John's mouth down to hers and tasting her father on his lips.

"God, I'm close already," John moaned. "Where should I cum?"

Amelia opened her mouth as an answer to his question. John pulled out of her and stood back. She slipped off the desk and onto her knees. John stroked himself above her face, looking down at her. She was older than him by almost ten years, but her age did not cause her to lack for any beauty. They looked into each other's eyes as John's cock throbbed and shot into her waiting mouth. He groaned in ecstasy, and she moaned in lust as he unloaded his sticky, white goo onto her tongue.

"I love you, Amelia," he gasped.

Amelia swallowed and then opened her mouth to show him that she had eaten it all. She stood up and kissed him.

"I love you, too," she crooned, "just not as much as I love my Daddy."

---

Orchestrating the simulated rape of a fourteen-year-old girl with her own brother was a challenge that Amelia realized she could not plan on her own. She had Hannah take Penelope out shopping so that she could have a meeting with the other girls to see what they knew that could help her make this happen.

Amelia sat on the edge of the desk at the head of the class as John walked around to the whiteboard to write.

"Here's what we know so far," John explained. "Her mother was placed in psychiatric care, and her brother went into the foster system. We could contact the mother to see what she knows, but I don't think that's a wise move."

Julie raised her hand.

"Yes, Dear?" Amelia called on her.

"I know where she keeps the letters she gets from her brother," Julie said.

"Go get them," John told her. As Julie rushed out of the classroom, he continued writing. "These are the men that used her when her mother whored her out."

The girls were amazed at the list of names John wrote down.

"Holy fuck!" Becky exclaimed. "That lucky bitch."

"These are her rapists, Becky," Amelia countered in seriousness. "This was not a pleasureable experience for her."

"I know, Mommy," Becky replied contritely, "but it will be when we're finished with her, won't it?"

"That's our hope," Amelia replied.

Julie came in and handed the letters to John and took her seat. John opened the laptop on the desk to look up the address the letters came from.

"It's on the east side. Not the best neighborhood," he said, looking at the map.

"If he's a foster kid, then he's definitely in public school," Julie said.

"He'd be a senior," John said, checking the school district map as well.

"So what you're saying is you need some hot babes to pick him up and bring him here?" Becky said, winking at Tansy.

"What do you think?" John asked Amelia.

Amelia tapped her finger on her chin as she eyed Becky.

"Go pick your outfits. You can't look like fetish school girls when you meet him," she said.

"Really?" Becky replied in shock. She hadn't for a moment expected to be take seriously.

"Yes, I think a hot pair of slutty teenagers is exactly the kind of bait we need to reel him in," Amelia replied with a smile. "But you'll have to wait for Hannah to get back before you go, as she'll have to drive you."

Becky and Tansy ran to their room giggling.

"So we've got it all planed?" John asked.

"Yes, you go meet the senator and borrow the furniture we discussed earlier," Amelia said. John's mind went back to the bondage table that Amelia had showed him on her computer a few days back. "Daddy should be back any minute. Take him with you and discuss the job offer as well. I'll work with the rest of the girls on their part."

John shut down the laptop and erased the whiteboard before heading off to get ready. As he left the classroom, he heard Amelia explaining to Julie, Madison, and Abby, "This is how you wear your strap-on dildo..."

---

When Hannah and Penelope returned, Penelope showed off her pretty new dress to her fellow Dolls. Julie and Madison oohed and ahhed at the lacy little skirt and the matching wedge pumps Hannah had picked out for her. While Penelope was busy with the younger girls, Becky and Tansy rushed Hannah to get dressed so that they could go pick up Penelope's brother.

John waited out front for Harrison to return, and when he did, the two of them took a rental van over to Senator Sharon Rose's club to pick up what John was starting to think of as "the rape table". Hannah gave John a wink as the girls pulled out of the driveway of the secluded Dollhouse and headed to the other side of town.

"What's all this, my boy?" Harrison asked as John gestured for him to hop in the van.

"Amelia and I need your help with something. I'm picking up some... uh, furniture, and I was hoping you'd lend a hand."

"Well, my back's not as strong as yours, I'm sure," Harrison replied with a wink that seemed to indicate that he didn't plan on helping at all, "but I'll gladly keep you company."

As John drove the van down the long, wooded driveway, Harrison unzipped his pants.

"I know what this is about," he said. "Need a taste of the old todger again, do ya?"

John looked over at Harrison's stumpy dick as the man stroked it to life.

"Uh, Harrison, this wasn't some pretense..." John began, but the sight of the first cock he'd ever taken into his mouth actually stirred him.

"Now, now, son," Harrison said, "no need to keep up the pretenses when it's just us. Now give us a suck."

John's heart raced as he unfastened his seatbelt. He watched the dick that had humilated him start to grow, and he felt that familiar churn in his stomach, that sinking feeling of disgust that made his own dick swell. He found himself bending over Harrison's lap and opening his mouth and wondering what was coming over him.

"Attaboy," Harrison moaned as he felt John's warm mouth encircle his erection. "Never forget that you're my bitch. Now, don't stop sucking until I tell you to."

John moaned in disgraceful pleasure, hating how much he loved the feel of Harrison's shaft on his lips and tongue. He bobbed on the old man's stick, slobbering and slurping, wondering how he could be okay with such a disgusting act. But he knew that he wasn't going to stop. He knew he would keep going until he tasted Harrison's disgusting semen for the second time today. He thought about how it had been inside Amelia this morning, how Harrison was going to get his own daughter pregnant, and he unzipped his own pants.

"None of that," Harrison said, smacking John hard on the top of the head. "Keep your hands off your willie, John. My cock is the only one that matters to you right now."

John groaned in agony at the denial of his own pleasure, but he secretly loved being a slave to Harrison's urges right now. It didn't take long until the man was groaning, and he felt the hot squirt of salty, bitter filth spraying his tongue. He didn't stop bobbing his head, though, even after the last drop was swallowed down until Harrison smacked him on the cheek.

"Well done, my boy," the man said.

John sat up, wiping the drool from his lips and slurping up a stray drop of cum from the corner of his mouth. He was breathing hard, so horny at being used by Amelia's father.

"Off you go, now," Harrison said, zipping his pants. "You've got plenty of young fannies to wet your pecker in. You don't need to satisfy it now when there's work to be done."

John started to put the van in gear, but Harrison cleared his throat. "And where's my thanks?"

John stared at him a moment, dumbfounded, before he realized what the old man meant.

"Thank you for cumming in me, sir," John said. The words felt humiliating as the left his mouth.

"Good boy," Harrison said with a wink. "Now let's go."

---

"What's his name again?" Hannah asked as they neared the East Side high school.

"Preston," Tansy replied.

"Preston?" Hannah asked, giggling. "Penelope and Preston? That's ridiculous!"

All three girls laughed.

"I bet their mother's name was Priscilla," Becky replied, and they laughed again.

"Is he hot?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah," Tansy said, sobering up. "She showed me pictures. He's like, Adam Levine meets Prince Harry."

"Mmmm. And we're supposed to seduce him and bring him home?"

"That's the plan," Becky said. "I'm sure the three of us can slut it up enough to lure anything we want into following us."

Hannah giggled. She was happy to have some fun girl time with Becky and Tansy. Somehow, even though she was older than either of them, she felt cooler by their acceptance.

"Do we get to fuck him?" Hannah asked.

"Well, Doctor Jillie needs to test him for STDs first, but..." Becky said.

"I'm totally fucking him," Tansy said, and the girls burst out giggling again.

When they arrived at the high school, Hannah circled the block until the found the student parking area. Tansy pointed out that in one of the letters he described his car as a beat up, maroon Mustang, so they cruised the lot until they found his car. It was close to time for the bell, so they just stopped behind his car so that he wouldn't be able to pull it out, and they waited.

"I can't believe I'm sitting in a parking lot, picking up boys after school," Hannah sighed.

"Did you do a lot of that when you were in school?" Tansy asked.

"God, no!" Hannah replied. "My dad was a pastor. I had to be chaste and pure."

"Until you became an instant slut," Becky teased.

"Is that him?" Hannah asked, pointing out a tall boy headed their way.

"I fucking hope so," Becky replied. "Look at those muscles. And that hair. Oh my god, his eyebrows need their own zip code. My nipples are hard."

The guy took his keys out of his pocket but stopped when he saw the car behind his that was blocking him.

"Hey, uh," he said. "You mind?" and he gestured with his head for the girls to move their car.

"You must be Preston," Hannah said, leaning her head out the window and biting her lip. She started playing with a lock of her hair as she looked him up and down.

"Don't over do it," Becky whispered. "God you really never have done this before, have you?"

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"I'm a friend of your sister's," Hannah said with a smile.

"Oh. Uh. Wow," Preston stammered.

"You and I have something in common," Hannah said, looking up into Preston's eyes and batting her eyelashes. "We've both tasted her pussy."

Preston's car keys fell out of his hand, and his jaw dropped. He stood there gawking at Hannah for a moment until his backpack sliding off his shoulder brought him back to his senses.

"You what?"

"Get in," Hannah said, gesturing to the back door with a nod. "We'll talk."

Preston looked around for a second before scooping up his keys and getting in. Tansy slid over to make room for him, making sure her skirt rode up her thighs as she did so. Preston closed the door and looked nervously at the three girls.

"I'm sure you have tons of questions," Becky said. "Honestly, so do we. But the only question that really matters is: do you love your sister."

"Of course," Preston said, staring at her.

"Well, and one more question," Tansy cut in. "Do you want to fuck her again?"

Preston looked at her dumfounded.

"Look," Hannah said, "nothing you can say will shock us. I fucked my own father. We're from... a special place where Penelope is uhm..."

"It's like rehab," Becky interjected. "But for sex. And rape and shit. And..."

"We need your help with a project for Penelope," Tansy said. "To help her recover from what your mom did."

"How do you guys know all this shit?" Preston asked.

"We're in rehab, too," Becky told him. "We're like Penelope's classmates. Except for her," she said, gesturing toward Hannah. "She works there."

"But I'm fucked up too," Hannah said with a smile.

"What's going on? I don't understand," Preston told them.

"We need your help with Penelope's therapy. She's... god, this is really weird to explain to someone who is new to all of this, but... in order to help Penelope come to terms with how your mom whored her out and let her boyfriends rape her, she's going to have, like, a..."

"We call them Rape Sessions," Tansy took over. "Where our therapists put us through something really similar to whatever trauma we experienced that led us to where we are now. It's like therapeutic BDSM."

"Wow, that's really good," Becky told Tansy. "Yeah, therapeutic BDSM. Long story short, because what your mom did to Penelope focused so much around you, we want you to help us create a scenario like when your mom whored her out. She'll be fucked by you and Daddy..."

"That's what we call our male therapist," Tansy interjected.

"...and... another guy..." Becky couldn't think of how to describe Harrison in any way that made sense.

"And this is supposed to help her? It sounds..." Preston started.

"I know it sounds traumatic, but, trust me, it works," Becky said. "And I can see by the tent in your pants that you're clearly turned on by this."

"Can we get out of here?" Preston asked, glancing around the parking lot. "I'll come with you. I just... I don't want to talk about it here."

Hannah put the car in gear and headed back to The Dollhouse.

"So you've had sex with my sister?" Preston asked Hannah when they got on the road.

"We all have," she told him. "Sex is a huge part of what goes on at The Dollhouse."

"The Dollhouse? Wow, that's... quite a name," he replied.

"It's not fair that we know so much about him, but he doesn't know anything about us," Tansy said.

"True," Becky agreed. "I'm Becky. I'm a huge slut. My uncle raped me and let his business partners use me. I'm really into humiliation-type BDSM now."

Preston couldn't say a word in response, his mouth just hung open.

"I'm Tansy. My dad beat me and raped me when he found out I was having sex with my boyfriend. I'm not into the humiliation as much as Becky. In fact, sometimes I like being the one spanked, and sometimes I like doing the spanking."

Preston gulped.

"And I'm Hannah. I lured my father, who's a preacher, into having sex with me. Oh, that was actually the same day I met your sister. Anyway, he fucked me and then felt really guilty and blamed me for everything and kicked me out. So I called John, that's our therapist that we call Daddy, and he took me to The Dollhouse, where I met Amelia -- that's Mommy -- and she gave me a job. I mostly cook and clean, but sometimes I teach piano or do substitute teaching for John and Amelia when they're fucking the other girls."

"Any questions?" Becky teased.

"Is this for real?" Preston asked.

"Good question," Hannah chuckled. "And yes. It is."

"And my sister lives with you and... fucks you and..."

"And she fucks John and Amelia. And the other girls. We're basically encouraged to engage in as much sex as possible," Becky told him.

"Holy shit," Preston said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Not to be too forward, but" Tansy started, "you're really hot, and I want to see your dick."

"Yeah, that's not forward at all," Becky said, swatting Tansy on the head.

"Can I unzip your pants and take your cock out?" Tansy said, ignoring Becky.

"Can...you want..what...my...huh?" Preston stammered.

"Please?" Tansy said, biting her lip.

Preston glanced at the painful lump in his pants and shrugged.

Tansy wasted no time. She bent over and unzipped his pants and reached in to pull his cock out. He moaned when he felt her cool fingers wrap around his hot member.

"Nice," Becky said, drooling as Tansy freed his erection from his pants. "You're what like five and a half inches?"

Preston shrugged. "I'm pretty average, I think," he said, blushing.

"Yeah, but you're nice and thick," Becky told him. "God, I want to suck you."

"Ohhhh," Preston replied with a groan.

"Guys, we can't risk any fluid exchange until Jillie tests him," Hannah chided.

"That's our doctor," Becky told him. "She'll have to test you for STDs before you can fuck Penelope... or any of us."

"But I could give him a handjob, right?" Tansy asked.

"Sure," Hannah said, angling the rearview mirror to try to see the action in the back seat.

"Are you for real?" Preston asked.

"We don't get a lot of fresh cock," Becky told him. "And you've got this hot, Neville-Longbottom-all-grown-up-into-a-hunk thing going on that's making our pussies really wet."

Preston looked down at Tansy who was looking up at him from his lap.

"I just want to see you squirt and feel the heat in your cock as it throbs in my hand," she told him.

"Okay," he croaked.

Tansy started rubbing Preston's dick with slow, skillful strokes. Amelia had actually trained the girls on how to milk a cock, and each girl practiced not only on dildos, but on John's dick sometimes at the end of the day. Amelia wanted them to do it after he'd cum several times so they could get into the habit of really working for it and figuring out the best rhythm and pressure. The training paid off. Preston was in heaven.

"So, you fucked your mom, too, huh?" Becky asked.

"Uhh, yeah," Preston panted.

"Did you like it?" Becky asked. "I've only fucked my uncle and some strangers. But I kind of wish I'd done it with one of my parents. I've heard that the bond makes it really special."

Preston couldn't believe the bluntness of Becky's questions, but somehow he was disarmed by them at the same time. It was like, with everything being laid out on the table, there was no point in feeling ashamed. He felt okay opening up to these strange, sexy girls.

"Mom was a good fuck, but I hated that she was using me to get at Penny. I actually kind of resented her for being so good at making me cum."

"That makes total sense," Becky replied.

"God, you're good at this," Preston told Tasny. "What'd you say your name was again?"

"Tansy. And thanks. Your dick feels amazing. I hope after Penelope's rape session, Mommy lets you fuck the rest of us. I would love to feel your cock inside my pussy. I'm so wet right now."

And with that, Preston's semen shot into the air. The first blast hit the headliner of the car. The second one coated the back of Hannah's headrest. The rest oozed out over Tansy's hand. She watched it run down her fingers in thick, milky globs. She felt so tempted to slurp it up.

"Don't you dare eat his cum," Hannah said, as if reading Tansy's mind.

"Yeah, yeah," Tansy replied. "Your cum is hot on my skin. I love it," she said, looking up into Preston's eyes. "Thank you for cumming for me. You had quite a load."

"Unnngghhhhh," was all Preston could mutter.

Becky handed Tansy a handful of napkins that she found in the glove compartment. Tansy started to wipe the cum from her hand, but Preston brought it to his mouth and slurped it off.

"You dirty cum eater," Becky teased. "I love a man that's not afraid of his own cum."

"I bet," Preston retorted. "But it's not the worst thing. Mom made me eat other guys' cum out of Penny to punish me. I guess I just kind of got a taste for it."

"Wow. Now that's something we didn't know about you," Hannah said. "That's amazing. I hope you don't mind if we tell Mommy about that so she can incorporate it into Penelope's rape session. That is, if you don't mind eating other men's cum again."

"I'd do anything to get my mouth on my sister's cunt again," Preston replied honestly.

"I really want to kiss you and taste your cum on your mouth," Tansy told him. "When you get cleared from your STD screening, I really hope you'll let me suck your cock."

"You girls are something else," Preston replied, and he took some napkins from Tansy and cleaned off his dick while she cleaned off the back of Hannah's seat.

"This is gonna be good," Becky said.

---

When John and Harrison arrived at the house that served as the site of Senator Sharon Rose's sex club, John found himself gazing around intently. Harrison noticed.

"You're gawkin' about like you've never been here before, but I coulda sworn that Millie told me that the senator is the one that introduced you," He said to John.

"Last time I was here, I was brought in a limo, blindfolded. It's just kind of weird to have the address and drive right up and have the front gates swing open for me. Also, I've never seen it in the daylight."

When they got out of the van, Sharon came down the steps to greet them. She embraced Harrison first and gave him a kiss on each cheek. He gave her a firm pat on the buttocks that elicited a gasp and a wink. When she greeted John, however, it was with a full-on kiss. She was shocked when her tongue probed into his mouth to taste semen on him.

"Mmmmm, somebody was naughty on the way here," she said, giving Harrison another wink.

"He's a good boy. He knows his place," Harrison said.

"He's so fun to humiliate. Isn't he?" Sharon said to Harrison, never taking her eyes off John's. "Well, come on in and have some tea," she said, leading them up the steps into the double doors that opened into her mansion.

"It's so good to have you back with us, Harrison," Sharon said, handing him a teacup once they were seated in the salon.

"Glad to be back and to get my dick back into Millie's cunt," he said.

"I love how bawdy you are when it comes to your incestuous relationship with your daughter," Sharon told him. "And how does John fit into all of that?"

"He's our cuckold," Harrison said. "Ate my cum out of her twat last night, he did."

"Oh, god, I love that," Sharon replied. "Cuckolding is such fun. My husband, of course, has no idea about any of my non-senatorial business. He thinks I run a variety of charities. Of course, I have always considered The Dollhouse to be a charity. It's funded by the taxpayers, but it takes so many of my resources to keep it running, that it feels like money down the drain sometimes. Until I see how far Amelia's has come with those girls, that is. She certainly knows what she's doing."

After tea, Sharon took them into a side room where the rape table was waiting.

"I had it thoroughly cleaned, of course, and sanitized," Sharon told them. "I'm so happy to hear that you're turning little Penelope into the slut her mother wanted her to be. She'll make a great whore someday."

"Don't joke about that," John snapped, bristling at Sharon's words.

"Johnny, I've offended you. I'm so sorry," Sharon said, rubbing his arm. "I'm just being playful. Please forgive me. I know that this is all to help her come to terms with the trauma her mother put her through. I only want the best for those girls."

John relaxed.

"How about a quickie on the house to show you that I mean well?" she offered, reaching down to squeeze John's crotch. "You can try out the bondage table and see how it works?"

John nodded slightly, and it was all the permission Sharon needed to strip off her clothes in front of the two men. Harrison wolf whistled at the sight of Sharon's body. She smiled up at him.

"Would you be so kind as to lock my wrists in, Harrison?" she asked, lying down on the padded bench and putting her wrists into the open, metal cuffs.

As Harrison locked her wrists down, John did the same to her ankles. The bench was bisected by a sturdy, wooden wall that cut her lower body off from her view. Her torso passed through a hole in the wall. John lifted her legs up and strapped them into the cuffs on the wall so that her legs were held open and apart like a "V". The bench ended right below her ass, giving anyone free access to her pussy and asshole. She wouldn't be able to see what was being done to her lower body. It was perfect for John and Amelia's plan to have the girls wearing strap-ons and fucking Penelope without her seeing them so that it felt like she was being fucked by different men.

"I'm at your mercy, Gentlemen," Sharon said as John finished strapping her ankles into place.

John could see the grool leaking from her pussy, but he couldn't see anything above her hips. He took out his cock which as thickening at the thought of fucking her like this and rubbed it up and down her slit. He heard her moan in pleasure. She mumbled something, and then made some slurping sounds. John could only assume that Harrison's cock was in her mouth. John plunged his dick into Sharon's cunt, making her squeal round the shaft in her mouth.

"Yeah, give it to her, my boy," Harrison groaned, feeling the vibration of her voice on his cock as he fucked Sharon's mouth.

John and Harrison pumped into Sharon's holes, and she was helpless to stop them. John realized that this device -- from his side, at least -- was basically a pussy glory hole. He could see the pussy and fuck the pussy, but the girl whose pussy was offered couldn't see him. Even better than a regular glory hole, though, she was strapped in, so she couldn't even withdraw her pussy if she wanted to.

John felt her body writhing beneath him, squirming with the intensity of what was happening to her. He could hear Harrison moaning on the other side of the wall and Sharon gagging from time to time as the man apparently shoved his cock down her throat. As John looked down at Sharon's pussy, he realized that her other hole was just as perfectly exposed in this situation. He'd never felt the inside of her ass before. He'd fucked Sharon several times, but only in the pussy. He wasn't quite sure what the senator would think about being used this way, but... she was the one who suggested trying out the bondage device. Surely, she had to know that she was placing herself in a position where she had no say over what holes were used.

John slipped his cock out of her pussy and positioned it at her tight rosebud. As he pushed himself past her sphincter, he heard her muffled squeal. He didn't stop. Her anus was deliciously tight around his shaft, and her rectum felt so warm and inviting. He moaned as he sank deeply into her.

He loved having this position of power over the woman who controlled everything. Senator Sharon Rose was the most powerful person he knew. She exercised authority, not only in the state government, but in the seedy underworld of illicit sex as well. And here she was: tied down, powerless to stop him from using her however he wanted. She held The Dollhouse in the palm of her hand. She had the ability to change laws or withdraw funding and crash his world if she wanted, but right now she was at his mercy.

The sensation of control made John feel heady as he hammered into the senator's sluthole. His cock, coated in her pussy slime, was moving in and out of her ass like a piston. Her moans, the gagging sound of her throat being used by Harrison's cock, the way her body twitched beneath him -- it built his arousal to the point where he knew he was about to burst.

John's orgasm rocked him so hard that he had to hold on to Sharon's ankles to steady himself as his knees buckled under him. Her tight hole caressed his shaft, spasming with her own orgasm he realized, causing more juice to leak out of her pussy and drip down onto the place where his cock entered her. He heard Harrison's groan build, and then just the sound of panting came from over the wall. Sharon's body had served its purpose.

As he pulled his cock from her anus, he heard her moan. He walked around the wall to see her face. Her head was draped over the edge of the padded bench, opening up her throat for access. John smiled at the design. As he walked up to her, she opened her mouth, and he slid it in for her to clean. She sucked his cum and her anal juices off of him.

"That was most lovely, Sharon," Harrison said. "I think Millie will be right pleased with your -- what did you call it, John? Ah yes, the rape table."

John unfastened Sharon's wrists, and Harrison released her ankles. The men helped her of off the bench and had to hold her up to keep from collapsing. A dollop of jizz slipped out of her anus and splattered on the floor.

"I take it you like the device, then?" Sharon asked, looking up at John.

"It's perfect."

"I'll have my boys load it up for you. Keep it as long as you like. You might find it comes in handy for other rape sessions with the girls," she said as the two men helped her to get her clothes back on.

"Does Millie know you fuck the senator when she's not around?" Harrison asked John on their way back to The Dollhouse.

"Amelia has told me to submit to Sharon in all things as long as it does not endanger the girls," John replied.

It perturbed him to have Harrison question his actions, so John turned the tables on him.

"Does she know you're not a one pussy man?" John asked.

"Heh!" Harrison barked. "She knows I wet my whistle wherever I want. A Daddy is free to do with his cock whatever he likes."

Silence filled the air between them for a while after that until Harrison cleared his throat.

"All the same, best not to mention it, I suppose, eh?"

John smiled.

"Yeah, probably best," he replied.

---

It took quite a while to get the apparatus set up in the therapy room once they got back to The Dollhouse. Fortunately, everyone was so interested in the thing that nobody complained about all the hard work. Once they got it in place, Sharon sent the girls off to shower and had John and Harrison strap her in to see what it was like. She had John dim the lights. She wasn't intent on getting fucked herself, to John tired relief but horny disappointment, just seeing what Penelope was going to experience.

"This is perfect," Amelia said. "I love it. It's so hehumanizign," she crooned. "I feel like nothing more than a fuckable object."

Amelia and Harrison went off to shower together after than, and John slipped into the girls' bathroom to catch Julie and Abby coming out.

"Madison is still in there," Julie said with a smile.

John stirpped off his clothes and entered the communal bathroom to find Madison's little body under one of the jets on the wall. Her eyes were closed as she leaned back into the spray and let it wash over her hair.

"I need some help getting clean, Princess" he said to her, startling her.

"Daddy! You scared me!" she said, swatting the spray of water at him. But then she saw his cock standing at half mast, and she ran her wet hands up his body.

"I'm sure I can help you, though," she said, stepping aside to let John get under the jet. "Just relax, and I'll scrub every inch of your dirty body."

John moaned as her soapy hand explored him. It felt good to have such a devoted little girl.

---

Everyone was quiet at dinner, waiting in anticipation for the big event that night. Penelope knew it had to be her turn. Why else would Hannah have taken her shopping for such pretty clothes. She loved her new dress. It felt so grown up, but with just a hint of flirtatious little girl. Hannah certainly knew about clothes.

"I'm sorry that dinner wasn't quite as extravagant as usual," Amelia said, breaking the silence. "We've all had a big day, and I didn't think it was right to make Hannah work too hard in the kitchen tonight."

Hannah winked at her, thinking about Preston waiting for them outside in the garage. She'd snuck some food out to him right before dinner started. She'd also snuck a kiss as well, and her pussy warmed at the thought of his mouth on hers.

"Shall we retire to the great room for some entertainment?" Amelia asked. "I believe it's Tansy's turn to select a movie."

The movie, the girls knew, was just a ruse to put Penelope off the trail. John and Harrison were left in the kitchen while the girls went into the great room and settled down to watch a foreign film about a teenage girl who sells her body to her father's boss. Amelia praised the film for the fact that the main actress was only 16, and all of the sex that was filmed was with the real actors and was not simulated. She went on and on about how American cinema simply doesn't have the balls that the eastern European community has.

Meanwhile, John and Harrison slipped out the back and met Preston in the garage. Hannah had hid some stockings out there, and all three of them stripped their clothes off and pulled the stockings over their heads to hide their faces.

Back in the great room, Amelia stopped the film to start the session.

"Unfortunately, girls," she began, "The Dollhouse is in a bit of financial trouble. The state grants that we have relied upon are not going to be renewed, and we are going to have to find other means of keeping this place afloat."

Penelope looked around at the other girls, and the shock on their faces seemed genuine. She'd thought this was some kind of joke, but Becky's face was in her hands, and her body was shaking as if she were sobbing. Penelope looked back at Amelia, her mouth agape.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to do the unthinkable," Amelia said. "As only one of you is truly qualified for this, there's no choice as to who will have to start working to bring in an income."

Amelia's eyes landed on Penelope's as a knock came at the door.

"That must be your first customers," Amelia said, walking to the door.

John, Harrison, and Preston came in wearing nothing but bathrobes. The stockings over their faces and the fact that it was more than just John and Harrison confused Penelope. One of the men handed Amelia a wad of cash.

"Very good," she said, tucking the money into her bra. "She's right there. Have your way with her."

Amelia pointed at Penelope, and the shock on the girl's face was priceless. The men threw off their robes and came at Penelope. She screamed and kicked as they grabbed her and dragged her off the couch.

"I have a room prepared for you," Amelia said, over Penelope's protests.

John held Penelope's head still as Amelia took a length of duct tape and cut off Penelope's cries.

"Leave her clothes here. She won't be needing them," Amelia instructed, and the men set to stripping the girl.

Penelope's eyes, wide with fear, looked out over the room. The other girls just watched as she was disrobed so humiliatingly. They did nothing to help her as the men dragged her off into the therapy room. The door was closed behind them, and Penelope struggled to get free, but they overpowered her, and it wasn't long until she was strapped into the device.

Amelia came in and set a jar down next to Penelope's head. Amelia took the money from her bra and stuffed it into the jar. Penelope was shocked to see three $5 bills was all that was there.

"Five dollars a fuck, Gentlemen," Amelia said, and she leaned up against the wall to watch.

One of the men slapped her face, ripped the duct tape off, and pried her mouth open. He shoved his dick into her mouth. Another man was groping her tits. She could feel the third one on the other side of the wall, rubbing her pussy. To her shame and dismay, she was wet. She felt so dirty.

"I think you'll find her a serviceable whore," Amelia said. "Have you way with her. Do whatever you like. She's simply a set of holes now. Just don't kill her. But feel free to slap her around and rough her up. She needs to learn that this is her life now."

Penelope cringed as the cock in her pussy started to cum. The man came around the wall. The man in her mouth pulled out and let the man with the cum-dirty cock take his place. Penelope tasted her own pussy juice on the dick, and it made her feel betrayed by her own body.

The door opened and closed, and out of the corner of her eye, Penelope saw a hand offering money to Amelia. Another $5 bill was shoved into the jar, and she felt another cock filling her cunt.

"You're just a cheap whore now," Amelia said, bending over and whispering into Penelope's ear. "There's nothing precious about you, you stupid fuck."

One of the original three men disappeared, and John came in the room, fully clothed.

"The dishes are done, Darling," he said to Amelia, kissing her. "I'm glad to see that you started without me. It's time the stupid whore started paying her way around here."

"Yes, isn't it?" Amelia said, looking down at Penelope's shocked face.

"Your dad was tired, so he went to bed early," John said.

Penelope's eyes teared up. She had convinced herself that it was her trusted Daddy and Grandad using her. But these were complete strangers.

John reached down and pulled the Impurity Ring off of Penelope's finger. Her eyes got big with worry, and when John dropped it on the floor, she started to sob.

"She won't be needing this anymore," he said.

"Did you find her brother?" Amelia asked.

As one man's cock filled her mouth, and she struggled to listen to what John and Amelia were talking about, she didn't notice the other disguised man slip out. The door was opening and closing a lot, and the cocks in her pussy kept changing. Then she saw what she never expected to.

Preston looked even more handsome than she remembered. He'd gotten better looking in the two years since she'd seen him last. Her heart yearned for him, the one man she cared most about in the whole world, and this was how he was seeing her. The same as last time. Just a whore being used.

John shook Preston's hand.

"Glad you could make it," John said.

"Thanks for the invite," Preston told him. "I didn't expect to see the stupid whore ever again."

As her brother looked down at her in disgust, Penelope's heart sank.

"Obviously I'll put my $5 in to help keep the place afloat. My dumb fuck of a sister needs the services you offer here."

The thought of her brother using her as a whore both made her heart swell with love and made her stomach turn with debasement. He was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Before her mother found out and started destroying her, Penelope had always believed that she and Preston would run away together. But he didn't see her as anything other than a stupid, worthless whore now.

"I mean I'll fuck her if I have to," Preston continued. "But is there another pussy I could use first? Something really worth my time?"

Tears flowed down Penelope's face at her brother's dismissiveness of her.

Amelia raised her dress to reveal that she didn't have any panties on. Penelope's eyes grew in horror as she watched her Mommy offer her cunt to her brother. It was happening all over again.

"That's more like it," Preston moaned.

Amelia bent over, laying her torso on Penelope's chest. Penelope could just see Preston's hard cock going into her Mommy's cunt.

"Hey, Larry," Preston said to the guy who had just taken his dick out of Penelope's mouth.

It was them. The men who had used her. They were using her again.

"Have a go in her cunt, Larry," John said. "She's just a worthless piece of pussy. Might as well use her up."

Penelope sobbed as the reality set in. It was so hot to fantasize about being a whore when John had been fucking her this morning. But now, feeling cock after cock inside her cunt, she knew it was really just the reality of her life.

"Feel all of those dick using you one after the other?" John asked her. "This is who you are now."

He bent over and kissed her mouth as she felt Amelia's body moving with the thrusts of her brother's cock in her Mommy's pussy.

"Say it, Penny," John told her. "Tell me you're just a whore."

"I'm just a whore," Penny sobbed.

"That's right," John said, taking his dick out and rubbing it on her face.

"Beg me to use you, whore," he ordered.

"Use me, Daddy," she cried, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Please."

"I'm going to rape your throat, Penny," he told her. "You're not my Precious anymore. You're just three holes to be fucked."

Penelope felt her vagina betraying her. She came as the cock inside her started to spurt cum.

"Yes!" she cried. "Use me. Use my stupid cunt!"

"That's right," John said, shoving his dick into her mouth. He made her tilt her head back and shoved himself all the way into her throat.

"Oh, god, it feels so tight in there. God, I don't even care if you suffocate. I just love this feeling."

He kept himself in her throat way too long, feeling her body gagging, rejecting his cock, spasming around his head. It was incredible. When he pulled out of her, she spewed mucus and saliva all over his balls.

"Preston, fuck me!" Amelia cried out as his thrusts into her rocked Penelope's body.

"You're just a mattress for your brother to fuck Mommy on," John told her. "Say it."

"I'm a mattress and a whore," Penelope said.

Preston pulled his dick out of Amelia's cunt and shoved it into Penelope's mouth.

"Clean my cum off of your brother, Penny," she told the girl. Then to Preston she said, "Spew your jizz all over her face."

John was also jacking off onto Penelope's face. Her throat had taken him almost to the brink, just a few more strokes and...

"Ohhhhhhgggghhh, yes," John moaned. "Take my load, you dumb cunt."

Penelope flinched as she felt John's cum hitting her face. She closed her eyes tightly, as the jizz painted her cheeks and eyelashes white.

"She looks better with cum on her face," Preston said.

"Unload on your sister. Show her that she's just a jizzrag now," Amelia said.

"Take it, Sis," Preston groaned as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot onto her cheeks and nose. "OHhhhhh, ahhh fuck. God! Fuck yes, you almost look pretty with all this cum on you." He moaned as he stroked himself over her face.

As John finished, another man took his place, stroking himself. Penelope opened her eyes for a moment to see Harrison's naked body looming over her. His cock was right above her mouth, and she felt his hot cum hit her pursed lips and strike her nose.

"Take my spunk, you lousy tart," Harrison grunted as he came.

Once all three men had finished themselves on her face, another person entered the room. John lifted Penelope's head so that she could see Doctor Jillian Winters looking over her.

"I'm here to get a semen sample from your pussy, Penelope. You need to see just how much you were used tonight," she said, and she disappeared behind the wall.

Penelope felt the speculum push into her vagina and spread it open.

"Oh my god," she heard Doctor Winters gasp. "I've never seen so much. And her pussy is just... fucked."

"What is your estimation, Doctor," Amelia asked. "Is she worth even keeping after this?"

Penelope felt something scraping the inner walls of her vagina. She could hear as sound like a spoon tapping a jar.

"Well, the vagina is like a rubber band. It tends to snap back, but... rubber bands do eventually break," the doctor said.

Jillian closed the speculum and removed it from her vagina. She came around the wall with a beaker of white fluid.

"I got everything I could out of her cunt," she said, handing the beaker to Amelia.

Penelope looked up at Amelia with trepidation as she approached the girl. When Amelia's hand lifted her head up, Penelope knew what was coming next, and she opened her mouth.

"Good girl," Amelia crooned, and she tipped the glass up, pouring a pint of semen into Penelope's mouth. "These men honored you by cumming in your pussy. Show them you appreciate their gift by swallowing all of it."

Penelope thought she was going to gag as the glob of salty, bitter cum flooded her mouth. But as she took her first swallow, she felt proud, and she realized that she actually liked the taste of it.

"Mmmmmmm," Penelope crooned.

"Now that's the sound of a satisfied whore," Harrison remarked.

As Amelia tipped up the beaker, forcing the rest of it into Penelope's mouth, she saw the smile in the girl's eyes.

"I'm proud of you for embracing your true nature as a cumdump," she told Penelope.

The fourteen-year-old gulped down the mouthful of spunk and shivered with pride.

"Can you scrape the cum off my face and feed it to me, Mommy?" Penelope asked.

"Free her arms and legs," Amelia told the men. "Let this little whore revel in what she has become."

Harrison and Preston released Penelope's wrists as John went to free her ankles. Penelope wasted no time in wiping the cum of her face with her finger and sucking it clean over and over. She looked up into Preston's eyes with tears in her own but a smile on her lips.

"I'm just a stupid cumslut for men to use," she told her brother.

"You sure are, Sis," he remarked.

Once she'd cleaned her face, John leaned over and licked her mouth and kissed her.

"I'm proud of you, Penelope," he said.

With that, John and Preston carried her to the community shower room that the girls shared. They washed her under the warm water. She felt strangely unworthy as their hands moved over her body, cleaning her. Then they dried her off, wrapped her in a terry cloth robe. Preston picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to Hannah's empty bedroom.

"Where will Hannah sleep?" Penelope asked.

"She'll sleep in your bed. She wanted us to have a nice place for your aftercare," John said.

"You mean this was just my rape session? I thought..." Penelope said, and tears flooded her eyes. She hunched over, hands on her face, her body racked with sobs.

"Was it too real?" John asked. "Oh, Precious!" he cried, pulling her into his arms.

"When you took my ring off, I thought..."

John took her hand and slid the ring back onto her finger.

"We pushed you really far tonight, Penelope. But you always have been and always will me my Precious," he told her.

John lifted her chin and kissed her. Then he leaned back to let Preston steal her mouth. She melted into her brother's arms, quivered as his lips touched hers.

"I thought you hated me," she said when he broke their kiss.

"No, I love you so much. I'm so proud of you tonight. You were amazing," he said.

"It was hard, but..." Penelope looked over to John, her eyes shining with clarity. "I could do it, Daddy," she said. "I could be a whore if you needed me to. I hated it, and I loved it. But feeling all those cocks, tasting all that cum. It was so different than when mom made me do it. I felt like... I was good at it."

"You were incredible," John told her, stroking her cheek. "And you were really good at it."

Penelope smiled weakly. John could tell she was tired and worn out.

"I understand if you're too tired, but Preston and I were actually hoping to share you tonight... but only if you're up for it," John told her.

"Like, at the same time?" she said, looking from John's face to her brother's.

"If you want," Preston said, reaching into her robe and stroking her small, pert breasts.

"I do," she said.

John made sure to keep the blanket over them so that her frail body wouldn't be too cold until they built up heat with their friction. He turned her to face her brother, spooning her. He slipped his cock into her pussy and thrust in her a few times just to get it nice and wet.

"I love you, Precious," he told her as he pulled his cock out and pressed it into her ass.

"Oh GOD, Daddy!" she gasped. "Yes. Oh fuck! I love you, too!"

Then she felt Preston's dick pushing into her cunt. She could feel both of them moving in her, and she wondered what they could feel.

"Can you feel Daddy's cock in me?" she asked him.

Preston smiled and nodded.

"My family," she crooned. "My men. My lovers."

"My sweet, baby sister," Preston said, pressing his mouth to hers.

John watched the siblings kiss as he fucked her ass, feeling Preston's cock rubbing against his own through her inner walls. It felt so intimate, all three of them fucking each other, pleasing each other at the same time.

"I missed your cock," Penelope said.

Preston smiled. "I missed your cunt," he told her.

"How did you find all the men? All my rapists?" she asked.

"It was just me, Preston, and Harrison, sweetie," John told her. "And all your sister Dolls with strapons."

"Wow," she gasped. "I had no idea. But all that cum...!"

"Mommy has been saving up my jizz for months for something like this," John explained.

"So it was all you I drank?" she asked.

"The old British guy and I added a few squirts of our own as well," Preston told her.

"It's so weird. I completely believed that I was being whored out to all my rapists, and maybe some strangers," she mused. "I'm kind of sad, though, that Larry didn't get to use me."

"Shhhh," John said, reaching up to squeeze her breast. "It's over now. Just focus on our cocks inside you, on our bodies pressed against yours, on your brother's tongue inside your mouth."

Preston kissed her, and she parted her lips to him, letting out a contented sigh as she felt her brother exploring her mouth. It had been so long. It felt so right.

"MMMMM!" she moaned against him as an orgasm exploded in her cunt.

When Preston pulled his mouth away, she gasped in a breath.

"Yessss," she sighed as she exhaled.

She turned to look at John over her shoulder.

"I feel so sleepy, Daddy. I might drift off. But if I do, please don't stop fucking me until you both cum." Then she turned to Preston and added, "as many times as you want."