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The Letters of a Trained Slut
by Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

By a very detailed letter to her psychiatrist, a young girl 
describes how she became sex addict- with some guidance from her 
family, her brother's friends, and some dogs. She was such a 
little nymph from such a young age, and grew to love fucking and 
orgasms so much, that it would seem impossible to rape her. At age 
nine, she found that wasn't necessarily true- and she loved it. 
(MMmm/fg, extreme-ped, nc, 1st, bd, mc)

***

READ THIS PART… IT COULD SAVE LIVES.

This is a vivid and sad story on how the cruelty of physical, 
mental and sexual abuse alters the brain, leaving the person 
hollowed out and in great need to recover who they are. And how 
when it is done at a young enough age, it may reestablish who they 
are by destroying who they might be. When it happens to an adult 
it is difficult enough to deal with, but with a child it is a 
total destruction of a personality; a very soul that will never 
be. I know that many don't understand this, but these type of 
stories may inflict many types of emotions, and that is very 
therapeutic for some; I shall explain more on that later.

The following story is for FANTASY only. I use writing to 
stimulate a numbing feeling concerning my memories about when I 
was raped. If you are one who has aggressive tendencies concerning 
abuse, please use this and other stories as an outlet whether you 
have been abused or if you have urges, but only if it works that 
way for you, as I hope it does. 

If it does not then PLEASE THINK! YOU CAN NOT EVER IMAGINE THE 
DAMAGE YOU CAN DO BY REAL LIFE ABUSE. Take it from me, I know. It 
never completely goes away. The best you can hope for is to deal 
with it. 

Except for a few experimentations, I usually write either in third 
person, or from the victim's point of view. I try and make it as 
vivid and visual as I can because the better I write it, or the 
better it is written when I read a sexual story, the more it 
becomes like the concept of taking an aspirin for a headache. In 
symbolic form it makes me relive, without reliving- over 
stimulation causes a numbing effect. It desensitizes me by making 
it symbolic and the true events, also storied in the abstract 
world of the mind, I have found can jumbled around under certain 
situations. 

Here in the written world, where I as the reader or writer am the 
one who controls things. Some things represent actual events in 
symbolic disguise, some do not because I had to fill it the in 
between stuff so it would make sense. I had a certain innocence 
when the rape took place in my life, although it was not in my 
childhood, and even during the assault, I was seeing my childhood, 
and innocent sexual games I had played. This is deep, mental 
symbolism that happened for a reason. Although at the time I 
didn't know, but I was subconsciously seeking out the return of my 
innocence, my trust- even as it was being violated so cruelly. 
Now, that same symbolism helps in my healing. I DO NOT IN ANY WAY 
support ANY harmful acts ESPECIALLY on a child- sexual or not.

The real world is not as it should be, but in the text world, the 
world of visualizing, and even the cyber sex world, are at our 
command. And that equals control, which equals healing. 

It works like dreams do. Think of how many times you have dreamed 
of something that not only wouldn't you ever want to actually 
happen, but would be horrified by it. When that happens, it is a 
defense mechanism we have so that we may work out more difficult 
issues through our subconscious mind- it is not a declaration of 
desire. I have reported harmful sites so they would be shut down. 
Anime is fine, stories are fine, fantasies are fine if they are 
for healing or preventative reasons. Art is a powerful tool. This 
is NOT the same as real life. 

Please do NOT put anyone else through what I went through, again-
ESPECIALLY TO A CHILD. You will take the sweet little light right 
out of their innocent eyes forever. When it happened to me as an 
adult, I already had experience in life and knew who I was, and in 
one horrific moment, I could never be the same again. But at least 
I had my previous time in life to help me understand things. I had 
experience, knowledge, and memories to cling to, and to warm the 
blistering cold of the water because of it. I eventually learned 
ways to adapt and I finally put the person I became after the rape 
in some kind of order. Most adults know the horrors that people 
can do, so it is not as much of a shock as it is to a child. Their 
world is a cottony soft universe of things yet to be learned. I 
could finally bring myself together, but that is NOTHING compared 
to a child being tormented. Since a child does not yet know who he 
or she is, they have also not yet found their full identity- no 
question about that, so how can they figure out who they are now 
(after the abuse) and cope with it. They do not even have their 
original selves together yet, so how could they?

Again, let me stress, I do NOT BY ANY MEANS condone this kind of 
behavior in real life on anyone, anywhere, in any way, at any 
time. Please USE THESE TYPES OF STORIES LIKE I DO; TO NUMB 
YOURSELF TO WHATEVER ABUSE YOU HAVE SUFFERED, OR IF YOU HAVE 
HARMFUL URGES, SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP (doctor/patient privilege 
does apply and BY LAW they can not and will not tell anyone 
anything about you) 

BUT IF SOMEHOW THESE KIND OF STORIES MAKE YOU WORSE THEN PLEASE DO 
NOT READ THEM! IF THEY HELP YOU AS A SAFE OUTLET, THEN PLEASE USE 
THEM. REALIZE THE VICTIMS PAIN AND MANIPULATED MINDS THROUGH THESE 
STORIES. DO WHATEVER IT TAKES, BUT PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ANY MORE 
HUMAN BEINGS GO THROUGH WHAT I DID, OR SOMETHING EVEN WORSE. 

THERE IS NOTHING THAT IS WORTH DESTROYING SOMETHING AS BEAUTIFUL 
AS A SPIRIT. 

ESPECIALLY THE NEWLY AWAKENING SPIRIT OF A CHILD. 
 
It is like Steppenwolf said: FANTASY will set you free! 


The Letters of a Trained Slut, Part One: Maybe You Can Rape The 
Willing
(M/M/f-ped, multiple m-teen/f-ped, extreme, toddler, inc, sub, 
slut, verbal degradation, m/c, cruelty, ex, voy, humil, con, n/c, 
reluc, forced orgasms, spank, rp, rp?, rough sex, v, some bondage, 
mild asphx, anal, w/s, piss-enema, beast, solo, child-whoring, gb, 
mild humor) 


By a very detailed letter to her psychiatrist, a young girl 
describes how she became sex addict- with some guidance from her 
family, her brothers friends, and some dogs. She was such a little 
nymph from such a young age, and grew to love fucking and orgasms 
so much, that it would seem impossible to rape her. At age nine, 
she found that wasn't necessarily true- and she loved it.

 ******

I am following your advice since you're my psychiatrist. If you 
really think that writing some of the things I briefed you on 
before concerning my sex life will help our future sessions, then 
I'll try and make it as vivid and realistic to my memories as I 
can. And you wanted me to write this down as detailed as possible, 
and why I consider myself a trained slut, so I will do that too. I 
guess I can see how it will be "therapeutic" for me, as you put 
it, and how it will also give you a chance to do an "analysis" on 
me. But I have to wonder if you really just want horn-dog 
material. So then where to begin. 

My daddy and my two brothers, David, who was four years my senior, 
and Kevin was two years younger then me, had been fucking me 
hardcore since I was five. Although, I remember them doing things 
to me even before then, but it was mostly my daddy. Daddy even 
took my little brother, when he was three, and made me suck him 
hard. Then he held him up to me and wormed his tiny boner into my 
slit-mound, and moved him back and forth, although those memories 
are a bit choppy.

Hey doc, are you choking your chicken to this letter yet, or are 
you taking it slow? Just kidding- I think. 

You wanted me to write down my first "real and vivid memory" 
concerning sexuality, so I guess we should start there. It was 
back when I was five and we were on the way home from my mothers 
funeral with my brothers sitting on both sides of me in the back 
seat, my older brother in the seat, and me and my little brother 
were in our car seats. We were sad and weren't really talking- 
just watching the scenery of the long, winding road that led to 
our country house. Finally daddy spoke up. 

He sniffed the air in a silly, exaggerated way and said that he 
smelled pee-pee, and wanted to know which one of us did it. The 
boys said that it wasn't them, so my daddy nodded his head like a 
detective who just solved the big case, "Mm-hmm, I should have 
known who it was. Girls are weaker than boys- she can't help 
herself, she's only a dumb-ass girl."

Only I didn't piss either. Daddy told the boys to take my panties 
from under my dress and toss them up to him so he could smell them 
and find out if it was me. They snickered, and awkwardly grabbed 
around under my funeral dress, fiddling with my little cunny as 
they did. I was giggling and wiggling at that point myself. Then 
they finally got my little white cotton panties off and tossed 
them to daddy as he ordered. He inhaled them deeply for a little 
while, then declared that it wasn't me, and that he must have been 
mistaking, and maybe I hadn't peed. Then he shove my panties into 
his jacket pocket instead of giving them back, and adjusted his 
rearview mirror. 

"Wait a minute," my daddy said. "I do smell it after all. Boys, 
take the seatbelt off her car seat and lift up her dress. I think 
she just now went pee-pee."

By now our mournful moods were beginning to elevate as we enjoyed 
this once forbidden naughtiness. We were all rather lighthearted, 
as they raised my pretty little dress up so high that it almost 
covered my line of my sight, then my brothers giggled more like 
little girls then little boys. Daddy adjusted his mirror again and 
said, "Look at her funny little boobies. You know boys, if you 
lick a girl's booby-buttons, sometimes you can taste stuff. Good 
stuff- but you have to lick them the way a doggy licks stuff, or 
you can suck on them- remember David? Like when you used to watch 
mommy let Kevin and your slutty whore of a sister suck on her 
booby buttons back when they were babies. Go on boys, get to it… 
lick and suck."

As they did, daddy kept talking. "Mommy let the babies do that 
because mommy was a horny slut, and so she liked it. She got off 
on it. You all used to suck on them too, David, and I know you 
loved it. Hell, even I sucked on them. And all of us loved the 
taste too, or else we wouldn't have wanted to suck on them all the 
time. It's because they tasted so good is why. Remember how he 
used to cry sometimes until mommy let him suck on her tit buttons? 
David, do you remember the smile on mommy's face when the babies 
sucked on her. That's because she was a horny cum-slut. I bet 
she's in heaven right now getting her hot little titties sucked on 
by an angel or two. You can also lick like a doggy- not just suck 
like a baby." 

It felt so damn good- in a ticklish sort of way. I squirmed about 
and belly laughed as daddy talked and they switched back and forth 
between licking and suckling my nipples. My arms flailed around, 
or braced on the edge of the car seat. They may as well have been 
giving me belly farts for as hard as I was laughing. "See? The 
little whore loves it, just like mommy. Little cunt- look at her 
laugh.."

But daddy wasn't finished with us yet. "To save some time boys," 
he said, "why don't you check your sister to see if she is wet 
down there in her silly little thing while you licky-suckie on her 
little boobies. Touch her pee-pee place." The boys followed his 
instructions and started toying with my cunny, which drove me 
crazy. It felt so good. Daddy kept telling them to feel all over 
it. "Is it wet or dry?" he asked. David, my older brother of four 
years said that it was wet. 

"I see," said daddy. "Maybe she did go piss. Hey, see if she's 
ticklish down there while you're at it- 'cuz I've always wondered. 
I bet she is since she's a horny little whore." They tickled at my 
pussy while they sucked and licked at my nipples, and I just 
opened my legs in a wide V for them, knees up and spread as I 
fidgeted about. "See, she's nothing but a whore- a little slut- 
just like her mommy, or she wouldn't like it so much. What a 
little cum-craving horny bitch." 

Then daddy had them hold my legs open really wide- straight out to 
the sides. I felt like a wishbone as my brothers spread my legs so 
far apart over the sides of my car seat. I was opened up all the 
way and felt so giddy. Here I was, virtually naked, except for my 
bunched up dress now fixed at neck level, and my shoes and socks. 
I felt so exposed and so vulnerable. I was very aroused, although 
to me at the time, it was simply a curious, extremely enjoyable 
feeling that I didn't want to end. 

Daddy told them to see if they could poke their fingers up inside 
my "silly looking thing" and see if I was wet up inside too. As 
they explored my girl part, I watched them with a grin, and 
relaxed as the pleasure waves rode through me. Then he had them 
describe how it felt. I don't remember which of my brothers said 
it, but one of them said it was warm and gushy, as little fingers 
wiggled their way into my tiny little girl cunny- all the way up 
to my hymen. My daddy laughed and continued to encourage them. 

"I guess your little cunt of a sister is a cocksucking slut-whore, 
and that's good, because that's what she wants to be," daddy 
nodded and he said, "Isn't it, baby? Daddy loves little slut-
whores best of all, so it's good that you love this. You're a 
goddamned whore, and daddy wouldn't love you anymore if you 
weren't one. Neither would your brothers. We'd all wish you were 
dead like mommy if you didn't enjoy this- you worthless cunt. You 
love this and you want more because you get off on this shit, 
don't you, you little bitch? You're just a fucking horny cum-bag, 
aren't you honey?" I nodded with a smile, not understanding what I 
was exactly agreeing with. He continued, "Look how much she likes 
it. You hear that, baby? You're a whore who likes this a lot. It's 
your favorite thing in the whole world. You want more of this, or 
else you wouldn't love it so much. Keep playing with her cunt-hole 
down there boys while you suck. See how many fingers you can get 
in this tiny young whore all at once."

  I really enjoyed those wiggly little fingers prying their way 
into my cunny, passively fighting for dominate positions, as if 
they were worked up into a frenzy. It was my first steps into a 
slutty new world.

Once we got home however, play time was over. My daddy was 
carrying me, and after we entered and the front door was closed, 
he took me straight to my room and laid me down on my pink bed. My 
baby pussy was all tingly and I wanted to play some more. But 
after a moment, I thought we were going to take a nap- I was 
wrong. He quickly, almost frantically removed my dress, shoes and 
socks, then his shoes, socks and pants, leaving only the upper 
half of his suit on, tie and all. I looked at his hard cock poking 
out from the bottom of his button up shirt, wondering what was 
going on. Then he reached to my nightstand and squirted some of 
the hand lotion that mommy had given to me (she always gave me the 
last bit of lotion in the old bottle when she bought a new one) 
and squirted it in his hand. He stood over me, jerking off with it 
as he stared at my little virgin pussy. I watched him as I lay 
there in missionary position, occasionally glancing into his eyes, 
and each time he would look back at me and smile. I instinctively 
smiled back and let my knees fall open more, and eventually 
reached down to my own pleasure zone and began fingering myself. 
Daddy seemed to like that, so I kept going with it. "Cock hungry 
little tease- you're practically begging for it, aren't you?" 
Again, I nodded without understanding. 

That's when it happened. "You fuckin' whore," he said. He leaned 
down over my small naked body, opened my puffy pussy mound with 
his fingers, and aligned his lotion-soggy prick-head with my tiny 
cunt hole. Once it was peeking in the entrance, he let go of it 
and gripped his hands around my tiny waist, looking deeply into my 
eyes. He had a somber look on his face just before giving me a 
strange smile. Then he drew back slightly at the waist and slammed 
into me balls deep, his cock ripping my hymen from its path. I 
flailed about wildly and screamed in pain, but he just reached in 
his jacket pocket and shoved my panties in my mouth. I felt so 
full that I thought I was going to be split in half. I'm not sure 
when my brothers actually came in, but I got a sweaty-faint 
feeling and looked around the room in a daze to see them looking 
at us curiously, and a bit worried. 

Still stuck in me, daddy yanked off the upper part of his suit, 
and just looked at his sons and smiled. "See how much this cunt-
bag loves it. She's screamed for more." Then he leaned into me 
while he raised my folded knees up by pressing on them with his 
torso. He didn't stop forcing them up until my knees were braced 
all the way up near my chin, and all the while I was softly crying 
in pain and confusion. Once I was curled up underneath him, my 
face buried in his lower chest, I felt him setting his knees on 
the edge of the bed one at a time, and in a flash he rapidly 
plowed back and forth, sawing at my tight virgin twat. His hard, 
piston-like thrusts were so lightning fast that I couldn't keep up 
with them, that I had the sensation that I was actually dreaming. 
I managed a panty-muffled scream as he held me crushingly tight 
and hyper-raped me. 

In truth, his dick was only about six and a half or seven inches 
long, and I think he only lasted about thirty seconds or so, but 
to a five year old, it hurt to the point where I finally passed 
out. At the time I didn't understand it, of course, but I believe 
I was having a huge orgasm as I went out from the pain, but I have 
never been positive. 

I awoke to him pissing all over me, including my face and semi-
open mouth. Without realizing what I was doing, I was drinking the 
piss as it spewed into my mouth. I choked as he laughed and 
encouraged my brothers to laugh also. It was so tangy, and the 
splashes stung my tightly closed eyes. 

When he finally ran out of urine, I was soaked. I rubbed my face 
and blinked as much of it as I could from my eyes. The first thing 
I saw was my two brothers, who were ogling at the obscene 
incestuous fuck that had just taken place in front of their young 
eyes. "You useless whore," said daddy. "Don't leave a mess like 
this on my prick. Clean it right now." Then he climbed up over my 
face and shoved his softening cock in my mouth. I remember the 
copper taste of my own blood so clearly. He then face-pumped me 
until he thought it was clean. I was choking again most of the 
time, but he didn't seem to care at all. He pulled his semi-erect 
prick out and lightly patted me on the cheek with his palm several 
times as he said, "Now that's a gooood little whore. Mommy would 
be proud of you for that." 

Then daddy helped me go to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and 
made fun of me for not being able to walk straight, calling me 
stupid, and clumsy, and stuff. He'd laugh at his own comments, and 
looked to my brothers, encouraging them to laugh as well. He even 
made me thank him for even bothering to clean me up at all. He 
said most daddy weren't as nice as he was when they fucked their 
daughters and that I was a very lucky little whore. 

The next day, daddy yanked us out of school, and began home 
schooling us. I was raped at least two or three times each day in 
my sore, abused pussy. Soon, it was much more just a few times a 
day. He had to be on some kind of boner medication to do it as 
often as he did. It was also so random- the times he did it. Like 
we had just finished eating dinner and had us clear the table, and 
without warning he calmly took out his hard cock and coated it 
with cooking oil. He grinned wickedly at me, and I lowered my 
head, knowing what was coming. He took hold of my pretty red 
sundress I was wearing, and savagely ripped it of off my body. 
Then he yanked off my panties. My brothers stopped and watched as 
he lifted me onto the kitchen table and forced my legs apart by 
grabbing my ankles and raising them far and wide. Dirty dishes 
clanked and scattered as he mounted me and I knew there was 
nothing I could do, so I just passively laid there. He pried his 
dick into my hole, burying it inside of me all the way to the hilt 
with one quick thrust. I screamed out and he grunted at the same 
time. Grabbing me around my tummy, he lifted me up completely off 
the table and basically used me to jerk off with-holding me 
straight out from him. His strong arms pounded me back and forth, 
flexing his ass with each time he drew me back to him so that I 
went in balls deep. As always, I could feel him thumping against 
my cervix, and I whimpered out each time. He did it until he came 
in me, then he just pulled me of off his cock and dropped me back 
on the table- nonchalantly telling everyone it was time to do the 
dishes.

He also got into leaning me over things, like the back of the 
sofa, and taking me from behind when I just happened to be walking 
by, or had make me pose in doggy style on the coffee table and 
give it to me hard and fast. It wasn't long before my brothers 
were doing things to me too, thanks to daddy's instructions. He 
taught them to rape me, and told us that I liked it, and no matter 
what, they should fuck me as often as they wanted too- that's what 
bitches are for. And with his consistent coaxing, it was a lot. 
That was the real beginning for me.

Anyway, now as an adult I think a big part of my problem is that I 
am addicted not just to sex, but to orgasms as well. It wasn't 
difficult to answer when you asked me if I actually considered 
myself a nymphomaniac during our last session, but I guess it's up 
to you to figure out if it's medical or physiological. Once you 
know everything, I think you'll agree with me on why I am the way 
that I am- but you're the psychiatrist. Maybe it is a brain 
chemical thing- I don't know. It is kind of strange how easily I 
have orgasms. I can just squeeze my legs together really hard 
sometimes, and boom. Somehow, I haven't gotten desensitized. In 
fact, I think that reinforces my extreme need for orgasms. It 
seems like I can never get enough of them, no matter how many I 
have, I am never satisfied. As soon as I finish one- I am 
instantly ready and eager for the next, hopefully more intense 
then the last- and I do whatever it takes to get me there. It also 
seems like the more humiliating and degrading the act is- the 
harder I cum. It is like a gambling addiction- I'm just waiting 
for the next big one right around the corner. Sometimes it's a big 
one, sometimes it's not, but I am always uncontrollably lured by 
it. It is an insatiable hunger. 

I still say it's entirely my daddy's fault, though. He loved to 
boast about how he would do things to me while I was still a baby 
when my mother wasn't around. He told me and my brothers that he 
used to lick my baby cunt when we were alone, and sometimes when 
mom was around, he would sneak off with my bottles when I was a 
baby, and when I got older- my sippy-cups and mix my drinks with 
his cum and some of his piss too. He would often jerk off into my 
milk, and use his prick to stir it, and if I was there, he said I 
would watch. He said that he could tell I was cock hungry even 
back then because I couldn't take my eyes off his prick.

He also said he would especially love to do it when my mother 
wasn't in the room, and feed it to me when she was. She would 
unknowingly watch as I greedily sucked down my own daddy's juices. 
He said his favorite thing to do was when he would fool my "dumb 
ass" into thinking his prick was my bottle, and he would let me 
nurse it and he would jerk cum straight into my mouth. He told us 
how he loved the way I would cough and try to spit it out when his 
surprise semen attack would suddenly burst out into my tiny 
orifice. He said I would gag at first, but eventually I enjoyed 
gobbling it down when I finally got use to it. 

When I was a toddler he would feed me the sweetest and tastiest 
things in the house and as I would eat or drink them, he would eat 
me out, or use his finger to wiggle my tiny pussy lip to orgasm, 
maybe licking my asshole while he did it. Daddy meshed "tricks" 
for "treats", so to speak, into one thing in my still forming 
mind- I think. It was like giving a puppy doggie biscuits for 
doing a trick. That is why I blame him the most. He brainwashed 
all of us. He turned my brothers into rapists, and me into a sex-
addicted slut would loved to be raped. I guess I should feel lucky 
that the food-sex thing didn't backfire, and I got fat instead. 
But then again, I guess daddy would never have let that happen.

Even my little brother, who is two years younger than me, has been 
forcing me to do all sorts of things since he was preschooler. He 
loved to take pornographic pictures of me, or video taping me- 
more so then daddy or my other brother, although they all did 
that. He would stick his finger up in me and take close ups, or 
snap shots of me getting some cock from the others. I can't count 
how many times he took a picture of me sucking his little cock. 
Since he had my daddy and big brother for back up, I had no choice 
but to submit to his every whim as well. The little turd. 

I think it got worse after my mother died partially because of the 
increase in opportunity, and partially because they blamed me, or 
at least make me think they did, for my mothers death. She was 
driving me to pick up a present because I had been such a good 
girl when the drunk hit us. All of the guys had stayed home that 
day, so they weren't to blame. And my mother had a heart-of-gold 
for trying to reward me, so it wasn't her fault either. And the 
drunk guy was just like mommy, dad would say- he was just in the 
wrong place at the wrong time. He was too drunk to know that he 
shouldn't have been driving, so it wasn't his fault either. I know 
better now, but back then I bought it all. My dad would say it in 
front of my brothers a lot, and then they started doing it too. 
After they said it they would just stare at me until I was looking 
to the floor with my leaking eyes. After saying things like that 
would come the worst part. They would imply that she only died 
because I had been such a good girl, although they would seldom 
out right said it, but whether they did or not, I could always 
tell what they meant. They made it look like if I had been a bad 
girl then she would have never gone to get me a present and 
therefore never have been killed. Soon, not only was I not afraid 
to do "bad things"- perverted things, I knew most little girls 
didn't do, but I would look forward to them because it felt like 
it would have kept my mom alive. She was killed, and I had not a 
scratch on me when the ambulance got there, and she was doing it 
all because I was being so good, so it was my fault. 

Things got further and further out there as my life continued. For 
a while, daddy even brought me to a pedophiliac pediatrician, 
starting just after I had just turned six years old. He coaxed him 
into doing all sorts of things to me, including fucking my little 
girl cunny- although it's not like he needed a lot of coaxing to 
begin with. I loved the attention, and really enjoyed getting 
probed, prodded, humiliated, and fucked by him, but that's a long 
story. Maybe I'll tell you about that in the next letter.

They also taught me how to suck cock back then, and I have to 
admit, I liked that too. They made me watch child pornography and 
they would fuck me every time they got the notion to. I remember 
the first time I was watching kiddy porn videos with my dad and he 
lifted me from my stance and set me on his lap so I that was 
facing the screen. His prick was already wet from the Vaseline 
which he was openly jerking off with right in front of me, and he 
forced his cock inside of my tiny pussy. As like many other times, 
he used my young body as a jerk off enhancer by holding my thin 
waist and forcing me up and down. His cock seemed so big as it 
impaled me. At first I struggled and made noise, but he told me if 
I resisted, or screamed or cried, that meant that he should bounce 
me harder, so I tried not to. If he especially pounded me and I 
couldn't help but cry, he'd make fun of me afterwards and put my 
hair in pigtails and make me suck on a pacifier all day- sometimes 
even a dildoe. 

Most of the time I would be wearing just my undies- or more often 
just a tight little T-shirt with nothing covering my lower half. 
Since daddy or one of the boys would tell me what to wear each 
day, all day, and I had to do it, I learned to like the feeling of 
exhibitionism. Whenever my brothers had a friend or two over, I 
was told ahead of time to walk around nude, or partially nude, or 
wrapped up in a undersized towel that was little more than a large 
rag. They made me turn the part where the small towel was tied so 
that it was V'd open in the front, plainly showing my cunny to all 
who looked. It was made clear to me that when my family told me to 
put on some clothes and show some decency, that I should pretend 
to refuse- no matter what they said. I remember my daddy turning 
my ass so it faced our company, bending me over, and lifting the 
towel so he could spank me for being so bad. Eventually, they 
pretended to have a "we give up on this slut" attitude, and let me 
have my way. 

I was also secretly told to sit in front of our guests with my 
legs lewdly spread open and even masturbate for them, of course my 
brothers or father were telling me not to the whole time. The boys 
ended up with a lot of friends who liked to come over, and I was 
molested many, many times. I'm not sure when, but I started liking 
the attention and took it upon myself to tease them of my own 
accord. I would sit on the visiting boys laps in near nakedness 
and feel their boners poking through their pants.

The funny thing is, at this point in my life, pretty much all of 
their friends were getting their rocks off on me in one way or 
another, but they didn't seem to be aware that everyone else was 
too. Like, when I went to go pee or take a bath. I guess one of 
them would make an excuse to leave the room, and since I would 
conveniently forget to lock the door, they would sneak in quietly, 
pull out their hard young cock and jerk off while staring at me. 
Over time, with me never discouraging it or telling on them, it 
led to groping and finally face fucking me until they shot off. 
Then, maybe with a whisper, "Don't tell anyone," or a finger over 
the lips in a shush symbol, they would leave. I'd usually 
masturbate right afterwards- the taste of cum still fresh in my 
mouth. I started really liking it. 

I remember playing hard to get sometimes just for fun. Like when I 
was walking down the hall or something and passing by one of my 
brothers' friend's, and being forced to stop as they'd rub my cunt 
for as long as they thought they could get away with it unnoticed. 
I'd latch my hands around their forearms or something, and whisper 
out a, "No, no, please- don't," but the whole time I'd spread my 
legs and bend at the knees so they could get better access. I 
don't know who I thought I was fooling- certainly none of them.

During the night, when I slept, I might have a visit from several 
boys, but only one at a time, and never too close together. It did 
take a while for them to work up the nerve to actually fuck me in 
my pussy though. I guess they thought I wouldn't be able to take 
it, or I'd scream too loud, or something. In the beginning, it was 
fondling, cocksucking, pussy eating, and fingering. I loved that 
some of them liked to make out with me too, because my father and 
brothers didn't do it very often, and I really liked it. At some 
point the boys figured it all out I guess, and I not only started 
getting fucked, but I was getting gangbanged for long periods. 
There wasn't a lot of sleeping at my brothers sleepovers, and I 
usually had trouble walking the next day. 

When it was family time, however, there was a more casual 
atmosphere. I would often be just relaxed, lying in the living 
room floor, tummy down with my head resting in my little palms, or 
lying on my back in a relaxed position just watching TV, with no 
pants on. All would be calm, and suddenly one of my family members 
would do something to me. 

Like, when I was resting on my tummy in front of the TV, they 
would sometimes randomly come over to me and grab my ass cheeks, 
spread them apart and maybe lick or spit around my asshole, or 
shove a saliva soaked finger into it. I knew what was probably 
coming next when that happened. I was going to get fucked in my 
little bottom- but good. Sometimes after they hammered me and 
finally came, and once their cock had softened a bit, they might 
piss up my ass. I was forced to hold it in for a time, and the 
longer I did, the more aroused I got, the more I would just 
whimper like a horny minx and masturbate wanting desperately to 
get off, but I couldn't let myself cum like that. Experience had 
taught me that it would spray out of my ass as I hit orgasm, and 
daddy would make me lick it up. After a time of that lustful 
torture, I was finally allowed to run to the bathroom and 
evacuated my urine-soaked bowels, usually cumming as I did. Then 
we'd all go back to watching TV or whatever, like nothing 
happened. I didn't mind when my brothers fucked my little ass so 
much, or gave me a piss-enema, but it sure hurt when my daddy did, 
with or without lubrication. I still liked it though because I 
would finger myself at the same time and I would always cum real 
hard, and when he would get really rough, I would cum even harder. 
He also would occasionally make me release it into my hand and 
splash myself down with the anal-cum juice and drink it.  

Sometimes one of them would have to piss, and they'd make me be 
the urinal. I would sit or kneel in front of them and they would 
stand over my face and piss. I'd have to drink it all. Some pee 
would usually run out of my mouth and down my face, or I'd choke 
on it. They would even change the direction of their piss and I 
would have to try and catch it.

That wasn't always so fun, but I really loved it when they would 
they would flop me on my back and grab me by my ankles and spread 
my legs, forcing them up high and wide, on a spontaneous whim- no 
warning what so ever. They would fuck me really fast and furiously 
as I just lie there moaning out shamelessly in pleasure, having 
orgasm after orgasm. Or they may yank me into doggy position and 
fuck the hell out of me while the others would continue to watch 
TV, and after it was done, we all acted as if nothing had happened 
at all. If I was close to an orgasm when they finished with me but 
hadn't quite made it, I would finish myself off right in front of 
them. I'd look at their pricks and jam myself hard and fast until 
I came that much need one last time. Often this would get another 
one of them horny and I'd get lucky again right afterwards.

A lot of the time they would pull a train on me, and after they 
shot off they would just go back over to where they were sitting 
before and plop down, but that would have gotten another one of 
them horny and that one would get off in or on me, ignoring me 
completely until they got another boner. Sometimes this would go 
on for hours.

I might be taking a nap in bed or on the couch and awaken with a 
cock being shoved into my mouth and get a rapid face fuck. After 
cum shot down my throat, whichever one was doing it would just 
calmly walk away, and I'd finger myself to orgasm and go back to 
sleep. Often I was getting it in my mouth by one, and getting my 
cunt or asshole fucked from another. They called it "riding the 
seesaw." 

Sometimes as they did me, they would change sexual positions, 
sometimes they would just use me for a quick fuck-towel bang while 
the other two basically ignored it, and when that was over, they 
would then, of course, go straight back to their business. I would 
occasionally get positioned correctly, and get all three of my 
holes filled by all three of them at the same time. 

Eventually, I learned to love it all so much, that I was doing 
things on my own. At breakfast I might go under the table and suck 
all of their pricks one at a time, or open a zipper or pajamas 
snap and openly jerk them off during a TV show, completely 
unprompted. 

If the mood hit- they would say nasty things, and I think that 
since they were giving me pleasure while they did it, that helped 
get me even more addicted to being degraded. They would say things 
like, "Look at this cock pounding fuckhole, Jesus she fucking 
loves this shit. She's a true cocksucking slut. She's a goddamned 
little fuck-toy that wants it all the time- stupid cock hound 
bitch. You want more, or your cunt wouldn't be so fucking wet- you 
want more, don't you, you slutty whore." 

Soon I really loved hearing that stuff, although I seldom answered 
them. It just got me off so much- it was like a bonus. 

Often I'd be dead asleep, usually exhausted from getting fucked, 
and I'd wake up to one of their hard dicks squeezing into my tiny 
pussy again. I would be very out of it, asleep for maybe a couple 
of hours at a time or so- you know that tiredness that is so bad 
that you feel hypnotized? If one of them wasn't doing me like 
that, then another was. I barely slept at all. I think the sleep 
deprivation did some of the brainwashing on me. I would be so out 
of it, I'd actually be nearly when they stuck it to me, and the 
dirty talk that happened when this was going on got into my head 
more than other times. Especially daddy's dirty talk. He was 
always telling me how much I "loved it" and how I always wanted 
more. But at that point I suppose I was so far along that it may 
not have matter much anymore, anyway. 

I'd feel that hot, stink of daddy's alcohol breath, and his 
lustful panting as he climbed in bed with me. Then he'd lick me 
face all over, or the occasional tongue roll. 

"You dumb-ass bitch, you want it, don't you, you prick-loving 
whore. You're nothing but a sex starved cunt who wants it all the 
time. You'd be Goddamned worthless if it wasn't for having three 
fuckholes. Stupid slut!" I think for a good stretch of time there 
I had forgotten my real name. It was like I had many names now. 

Every once in a while, my Uncle Mitchell would drive down from 
Canada to visit us. The first time I met him I was just barely 
six. My daddy told me that he had a surprise for me later that 
day, and at about three O'clock he got a very quick phone call, 
and after he hung up, he had me take off my shorts and panties and 
tuck my tight yellow tank top shirt up above my nipples. I don't 
know why he didn't have me get naked all together, but my family 
did things like that sometimes. I was told to sit back against the 
arm of the couch facing the door and spread my legs wide. I had to 
stay like that for a while, until I finally found out what the big 
surprise was when my uncle and his medium sized mutt, Buster 
arrived. He hugged my dad and the boys and greeted them and gave 
them presents, but I was completely ignored, so I didn't move, 
even when Uncle Mitchell sat right next to me on the couch while 
talking to my family. 

That's when his Buster discovered me and began to fast lap my bare 
cunt with a happy wag. I instinctively spread my legs as far apart 
as I could and lifted my feet up off the couch, giving him full 
access. My little bottom sort of wiggled with Buster's rough 
tongue and I moaned steadily. He was licking my cunny and asshole 
at the same time and I had never felt anything like it.

The guys all just laughed and made nasty comments on what a slut I 
am, and how much I was getting off on it. As the dog began licking 
my cunny faster, I braced my arms next my sides, threw my head 
back and opened my mouth- panting rapidly like a bitch in heat. 
Without shame, I used my finger to wiggle my little girl clitty as 
they all laughed at me harder. 

"So, this must be your pet whore," Uncle Mitchell said, patting me 
on the head just as I started to cum. I don't know why, but his 
humiliating words at just the right moment added to my giant 
orgasm somehow. I increased my whimpering until I exploded, and as 
usual, I did nothing to hide the fact. I let my whole body roll 
with it as I yelled out. With my head jetting back, I rolled my 
eyes back into my head. The feeling was so long, intense, and even 
dream-like, that I almost passed out.

My daddy shook his head, trying to appear to be in disbelief. 
"Yeah, maybe you can help us out. This little cum-slut can't get 
enough cock. We tried to get her to put some clothes on before you 
got here," he lied, "but she just wants cock so much that we 
finally just gave up."

"I can see that," said my uncle, as his dog continued to lap my 
little girl twat. "I've been here all of five minutes and this 
whore has already molested my dog. She must love being a little 
toy fuckhole."

"Oh, this little bitch loves it all right. You don't know how 
tough it is to keep this living fuck-hole from humping everything 
that moves. Then, to beat it all, she gets off on the spanking I 
give her- moaning and groaning and cumming. What am I suppose to 
do? She'll fuck anything. Hell, I catch her fucking her own 
toothbrush from time to time."

Actually, that part was true. I loved those soft bristles. 

"Well, if she wasn't a dumb fuck machine, no one would want her 
around," said my uncle. "Everyone would want her to die. Any bitch 
is worthless if she can't fuck and suck when a man wants it." 

"Isn't that the truth," my uncle replied.

Looking back, what my uncle said sounded pretty rehearse, I think. 
But me, being just a preconditioned little girl, I didn't even 
stop to think about what he was saying might not be true. 

"Just look at this dirty little cunt, Mitchell," said daddy as he 
watch me still enjoying the canine lick-job I was getting. When I 
reached down to my cunny and opened my mounds wide for the dog, my 
daddy pointed and said, "We should get one or two dogs of our own 
just to keep her at bay. Little fucking whore- she loves it. If 
you aren't feeding that dirty cum-hole cunt of hers some cock, 
then she'll start humping legs to get off. Shit, with this little 
slut, I may need to start a kennel."

"Hey," my uncle propped his fists up on his hips and suddenly 
looked angry. "Now she's teased Buster- look, he's red cock is as 
hard as steel- poor little thing." My uncle- a virtual stranger 
was shaming me for making his dog horny. After they mumbled 
something to each other, they helped the dog up so that it could 
fuck me in missionary, as I was still laying back on the couch, 
and wrapped my elbows around my knees to hold my shaking legs 
wider.

After his dog (his knot didn't get in) finished pounding my cunt 
and leapt off, my uncle brazenly reached between my legs and 
finger-fucked me, and I totally gave into him. He shoved his 
finger in my mouth and made me taste dog cum a few times, then 
he'd go back to his fast finger pumping. As I came, he spat in my 
face several times- and it was one of my best orgasms to date. 

Soon, I was being fucked by my uncle and his dog. My uncle leaned 
into me with his hard prick out, which was bigger and thicker than 
my daddy's, and rapidly fucked my tiny body as the dog randomly 
licked around our pounding genitals. I screamed out with whorish 
lust, and no shame about it. He went off in me for a squirt or 
two, but then he stood up and jerked his cum all over my face. 
Then I was made to lick some of it off, and to finger myself with 
it until I was just about to cum. Then they had me get on my knees 
and press my face into the carpet while Buster licked my uncle's 
cream from my cunt, getting him all riled up again. That wide, 
raspy tongue was more than I could bare. I lost track of how many 
times I came. 

After a short break, still on my hands and knees, they pressed 
down on me, arching my lower back. Buster mounted me again, and 
this time my daddy and uncle forcefully pinned my front half down 
and my back half up like some kind of wrestling hold, although I 
don't know why- I wasn't resisting. I loved the feeling of 
restraint though, and the flushing of lust threw my hormones into 
a sexual frenzy. Then they lifted me up a bit, talking about what 
a dog-hungry slut I was. My brothers laughed at me, as my father 
and uncle each held my arms and thighs out to the sides so I was 
no longer touching the floor anywhere. I was getting pulverized by 
that big doggie cock, and yelled out in a mixed painful-pleasure 
sensation which brought about an orgasm so powerful, that I 
thought for a moment it might actually kill me. 

Minutes after I came, Timmy, one of my brothers friends' and our 
paperboy came to the door to collect, he was invited in and sworn 
to silence. I had been made to do things with and for him in the 
past, but this time it was something new- I got fucked by the dog 
for all of them. 

Then, in front of them all, I was tossed so that my top half was 
set over the butt-cushions of the couch, and my knees were spread 
out wide on the floor, and got it semi-doggie style, so-to-speak. 
This time they made sure that Buster locked into me, which hurt 
and felt good at the same time. Timmy was encouraged to dry fuck 
my ass with his thin, four inch, eleven year old boner after the 
dog turned around so we were bottom-to-bottom. The dogs knot was 
uncomfortable to say the least, but as it jumbled around while I 
got ass-fucked, I came again. 

First I had to suck Timmy's cock clean, then after his canine 
missile finally pulled out of me, I was forced to suck off Buster 
as it slowly retracted, his cum still dripping down my thighs. I 
anxiously wrapped my lips around his big red prick and face-
pounded him while everyone made comments about my sluttiness 
again. I loved the taste of the sticky, rust flavored doggie dick. 
He shot off in my face, chest and down my throat for a while. Boy, 
dogs cum a lot. Soon I took on both of my brothers too. When they 
were all through with me I was allowed to take a quick and much 
needed nap. When I awoke I was ready for more, and so were they. 
My pussy was so sore- like they cared. 

I really wasn't sure whether I hated it or loved it at times, but 
later at the very least I accepted it as normal. Daddy would say, 
"Being a cum-dumpster may be the one and only thing in life that 
you're good at, slut. You think about pricks and tongues being in 
you all the time, I know you do 'cause it feels so good to you, 
you fucking little piece of cunt-meat. You don't feel right 
without some rigid cock in your holes- if you did, then you'd be 
completely worthless, and no one would love you anymore. In fact, 
everyone would hate you. I know I would."

I can think of another way he brainwashed me. Once he told me, 
"This is what your mommy would want you to be like if it hadn't 
been for her getting killed while getting you a present. Poor dead 
mommy was a slut and she wanted you to be like her. She only told 
you that you should sit with your legs closed and not to run 
around naked because she was hoping that you would do it anyway. 
And you fell for it, your stupid bitch. You had to be a good girl, 
didn't you. You should have been getting fucked before that, then 
you wouldn't have been such a little tease. All mommy ever wanted 
was for you to be a whore, like her." 

At the time I fell for such nonsense, and after a while I think 
maybe I didn't feel right unless I was being abused in this way. 
Maybe that is why I have enjoyed being a fuck-whore as long as I 
have lived, even to this day at twenty-three. I am of course, 
still programmed to like it, as so much of who we are comes from 
childhood experiences. It is very deeply imbedded. These things 
went on for the next year, and my sluttiness became deeper 
ingrained with each experience. 

Then, a strange thing happened a couple of weeks before I turned 
eight. My daddy and my brothers suddenly stopped fucking with me, 
and didn't have any sleepovers. I awoke of my own nature sleep 
schedule, which I never even knew that I had one. I always woke to 
a cock being shoved in me somewhere, but all of the sudden it was 
different. I went into the living room to await my morning fuck 
that must surely come. I did not happen. They were all just 
lounging there, watching TV, and didn't say a single word to me, 
or even look at me. I felt sad. Why were they doing this to me? I 
was so use to being used, that I never even thought about them 
stopping.

I finally sat down on the middle of the floor, facing them in a 
cross legged style so to better tempt them with my young pussy. 
They did not take the bait, even after my little girl cunt lips 
opened up, as if peeking at them in anticipation. What was wrong 
with me? I eventually started masturbating in the hopes to get 
them horny, but I still got no response.

I turned around in doggie style and poked my ass to them 
enticingly, and no one said anything. They just watched TV and 
ignored me completely. I felt like a ghost, and I was afraid to 
even speak.

Things were quiet over the next couple of days, and I could no 
longer stand it. Why were they doing this to me? I was sick of 
just masturbating and knew that had to do something. I got so 
horny that I actually walked straight over to my daddy on his 
recliner, me stark raving naked, and flung open his robe. My 
brothers were just veggin' out on the couch beside us, and didn't 
even glance our way. 

I was happy to see that daddy was already naked underneath, and I 
immediately started sucking his cock. I was so drunk with lust 
that I was almost violent about it. I felt like I had been losing 
my mind over the past few days, and it all came pouring out into 
that blowjob. He tensed up a little, but other than that he didn't 
acknowledge what I was doing. I did get him rock hard, though. But 
like my brothers, my daddy still just stared coldly at the TV. 

Once his prick felt as hard as a led pipe, I climbed on board. I 
balanced into a little froggy squat over his dick- me facing him, 
and worked it into my tight twat. He only leaned over a bit so he 
could still see the television. Soon, I was riding him as deeply 
as I could comfortably take it, bouncing up and down with a 
reservoir of sexual hunger. I cried out loudly as I rode his 
paternal prick, and came three times, but dad still appeared not 
to enjoy. He almost acted as if he didn't even notice at all. But 
that didn't last too long. 

Without warning he finally tensed up and grabbed me by my waist, 
slamming me down balls deep. I squealed out a moaned as he bounced 
me up and down as fast as he could for a few seconds, which made 
silly, wet slapping sounds. He pumped his ass up to meet my 
downward traveling pussy, thrusting like he had something to 
prove. He kept thwacking against my cervix as he squirted his load 
inside me. In those few, short seconds, I had a killer double 
orgasm- or maybe it was one that just lasted twice as long, I 
really don't know. But I do know that I was grateful for the 
little bit of attention I got. 

Then, he just pulled me off of him, and tossed me nonchalantly to 
the floor like I was a rag he was finished with. It knocked the 
breath out of me for a moment, and when I recovered, I looked up 
at him. He was still watching TV, but he had closed his robe.

Over the next few days, I would ride one of my family members 
several times a day, desperately trying to get off as many times 
as I could before they came, and not once during those dark days 
did they seem to get into it. I'd climb on them and do all of the 
work until they came, and then got pushed off, even by my little 
brother, and he was only about six at the time. When I needed 
satisfaction, I would go from one to the other all day and much of 
the night, and as much as I could, and except for when they shot 
off, they treated me like I was invisible. Dad just kept the doors 
locked so I couldn't get to our dogs, and everyone went on without 
speaking to me the whole time. 

This was my life over the next few days, and during that time I 
felt lonely, and useless. I also played with my cunt endlessly as 
well as fuck them, but somehow it was no longer satisfying- hell, 
I'm not sure it even was to begin with. I used my fingers, I used 
objects, I rubbed up and down on things, but nothing satisfied my 
like a hard cock. I was miserable.

Then, my eighth birthday arrive, and I had fallen asleep crying 
the night before. I was so depressed, because the one thing I was 
really good at- getting used, was no longer a part of my life, and 
I felt worthless and horny.

Pleasantly, at dawn, I was raped good morning by all three of 
them, and they seemed as horny as I was. 

"Happy birthday, cum-whore," daddy said, and then he pounded my 
yearning cunt really well. I got it good all day long. Some of my 
brothers friends even came over sporadically throughout the day 
and night, and they fucked me too. I felt like it was some grand 
finale of sex that ended a dry spell.  

I guess my daddy had told my brothers to ignore me to get me 
sluttier, or something. If that was it, then it worked. That was a 
major turning point in my life, I think. I couldn't do without it 
anymore. That year it became impossible to rape me, because you 
cant rape the willing- or so I thought. 

On my ninth birthday my daddy told me that I was old enough to 
start dating as long as he picked the guys. I really wasn't 
interested in dating, but he seemed insistent, and I was afraid to 
say no. 

I don't know where he found all these horny teens and adults that 
came for me over the next few years, but I suspect it was the 
internet. 

A couple of days before I was to go on my first date, I overheard 
daddy on the phone. He was telling the person he was talking to, 
"I don't see how. She's a horny little whore. I mean, you can't 
rape the willing, can you?" A few seconds later he said that he 
would come up with something, but it would cost extra. I was so 
naïve I had no idea that what he could have meant by that at the 
time. 

Then on the day I was suppose to go out on my first date, he had 
found some reason or another to punish me the whole day long, 
which was one of his favorite pass times. As a punishment, he made 
me stick an active vibrator up my asshole and kept me busy doing 
housework all day like that and completely nude. I even had to 
stick a feather duster in my cunt hole and dust that way from 
behind- me bent over. He humiliated me even more than usual that 
day.

Then he got mad because I hadn't cleaned his room yet when, he was 
the one who wouldn't let me get around to it. He even stopped me 
from doing it at one point after I had already started, just so I 
could clean the nasty old basement, which no one ever goes down 
into. Then he pulled the feather duster out and made me suck the 
juicy handle clean. Then he pried his finger up my asshole and 
used it to push and steer me to the utility closet. "I want this 
room spotless, fuck-face- you got that?" After a nod, and a "Yes 
sir, daddy," I did as I was told.

When I finished, and he checked out my work, he informed me that I 
needed to bathe now and get ready for my first date, even though I 
had plenty of time to do that and still clean his room. "Sluts 
need extra time to clean out their skanky pussies," he said.

After my bath, my brothers started in on me. I had my towel 
wrapped around me, and they just walked into the bathroom and 
spread it open and poked and prodded at my prepubescent cunt for a 
few minutes while I just stood there, dumbly. Then they told me to 
squat on the bathroom door and ordered me to masturbate for them. 
I didn't argue of course. I crouched in froggy style, and my 
finger shot in and out of my twat-hole with a kind of lustful 
fury. They were laughing at what a whore I was, and I loved it. 
They made me suck them off while I gave it to myself so good, 
going from one of their cocks to the other. I didn't even resist a 
little bit. It wasn't long before my legs started shaking and I 
leaned my head back and happily came for them. 

Then they had me bend over the empty bathtub and they lifted my 
towel and took me from behind. Echoes of ecstasy rang out from me 
in the tub-shower stall, and I came three more times before they 
both had shot off. At one point while my oldest brother David was 
fucking my pussy, Kevin squeezed my hairbrush handle up my tiny 
asshole. I wanted them to stop so I could get ready for my date, 
but at the same time I loved every second of it and would have 
begged them to keep going if they had quit.

At one point, daddy even came in wearing his favorite robe fully 
opened. He smirked as he watched his own children fucking like 
mad. When his prick hardened and poked out, he began to openly 
jerk it. He eventually said, "God damn it, you horny cunt," like 
he had just now walked in on us. "I told you to get ready for the 
date, and look what you do. You get your poor brothers all horny. 
Hurry the fuck up and finish them off, you cock hungry whore."

"I'm… ugh… sorry, daddy," I claimed.

He jerked off for a while longer, and eventually came right up to 
us and grabbed me by the back of my hair, spraying his cum all 
over my face. I opened my mouth and attempted to catch as much of 
it as I could. After that he left without saying another word. 
Then my brothers made me lie on the cold floor while they took 
turns pissing on me, and making me drink it. I had to bathe all 
over again. 

After I was finally all set for my date, daddy "noticed" his room 
was still a pigsty and reminded me of that I should have gotten 
around to cleaning it. He had me come into the living room and 
raise the slutty-short yellow sundress he had told me to wear (it 
was so short that it looked like something from the late sixties) 
until it was just over my pre-budding, pointy nipples. Soon my 
pigtails flipped towards the floor as I followed my daddy's 
instructions of bending over and putting my ass in the air for my 
punishment, which forced the hem of my very short dress up to my 
tailbone. He made me brace my hands on my knees and spread my legs 
a bit. He pulled my white cotton panties down to my mid-thighs, 
which was as far as they would go because my legs were partially 
open. Then right in front of my smug thirteen year old brother, he 
spanked me till my buttocks was rosy red. Soon my little brother 
came into the living room, probably to see what all the slapping 
sounds were about. He laughed and pointed when he saw me, and I 
shut me eyes and turned my head away in shame. That is my problem. 
The shame intensified my arousal. I bit my bottom lip as I felt 
this amazing rush of fiery lust, and the boys kept laughing and 
making comments about me getting off. Dad just ignored them both. 
He only concentrated on the hand-paddling my ass was getting, and 
would sporadically thwack my pussy with the palm of his hand or 
his fingers, and each time I would jump. He did it every few hits 
until my young cunt started to get uncontrollably wet. 

"Look at that, boys! The whore is wet from a spanking!" he 
shouted. "God, is there any way to punish this little cock-hole of 
a whore? She gets off on everything. Just look at that shit," he 
smirked and shook his head as he slapped, like he couldn't 
understand how I could be this way. I didn't realize at the time, 
but he knew the moistening of my pussy was completely involuntary, 
of course I had to admit, I was aroused anyway, whether I liked it 
or not. And I did.

Daddy rubbed my cunt vigorously and I arched my back and moaned 
out, and he shook his head again like he was disappointed in me. 
After sighing in mock exasperation, he raised his voice an octave 
to make it sound like he just couldn't believe it what he was 
seeing. "Fucking goddamned little whore. Look at this shit here 
boys…" He abruptly wiggled his finger in my tight twat and finger 
banged me with the rest of his palm open- like he was rapidly 
spanking me, but finger banging me too. "Can you believe this 
shit? This bitch really does get off on everything." I moaned out 
and looked at my brothers, who were just smiling dumbly at the 
obscene act in front of them, chuckling crude things to each other 
again. 

I turned around so that I could see my daddy, and after he looked 
into my eyes, he continued to speak in a voice that had a what-am-
I-going-to-do-with-this-girl overtone while he masturbated me 
almost savagely fast. 

"She is wet as hell, boys! This bitch is good for fucking and 
sucking, and that is it. God, she's getting even wetter now. 
Listen to this young cunt slurp. It's like its hungry for more. 
God, she's just begging for it."

Daddy loved to make it look like it was me doing it all and he had 
no control. The truth be told, I was ready to explode now. 
Exposing myself all day to my family with things my cunt and ass, 
getting fucked in the bathroom, and now this.

"Feel this thing, boys," he said. "Feel this slut's little cunt." 
Which of course they did. Actually, I was disappointed when daddy 
stop finger fucking me, but I knew there was more fun to come. I 
shut my eyes tightly and turned my head to the side again. I 
couldn't help but get off as both of my brothers fingered me at 
the same time. I was about to cum again, and I showed it. Then 
when a small finger pried its way up my asshole, I moaned out loud 
and bent my legs slightly to give them better access. I was 
helpless to the pleasure- it was so embarrassing. Then my dad put 
his finger over my little clitty and wiggled it mercilessly. I 
screamed out in pleasure, and daddy said, "See how she is? A true 
whore. The slut loves it. Look at her wanting more. She wants it 
nonstop."

It was then that the doorbell rang. I knew it must be my date 
Donny, my reflexes got the better of me and I quickly stood up, as 
my slumped over ass was facing the door. Suddenly my daddy yelled 
out, "Hey!" He thrust my face straight down to my knees and 
commanded me to put my palms flat on the carpet. Then he yanked my 
undies over my feet and handed them to David, my older brother. 
Then, like side-kicking a soccer ball, daddy booted one of my 
ankles hard so that my legs slid really wide apart. After 
stumbling a little, I stood frozen in place, knowing that I had 
made him mad. 

"Did I tell you that you could get up, you little tease?! Keep 
your hands flat on the floor 'til I tell you different! You're 
going to get it worse now!" he said sternly. "Boys, let him in."

Through a space in my bunched up dress over my head, I could see 
my handsome new boyfriend-to-be enter the living room, and with 
wide eyes and a dropped jaw, he stopped and stared at my hairless 
preteen pussy being fully exposed to him. I felt tingles squirm 
their way through my tummy and twat at the humiliating exposure of 
my privates to a complete stranger. I was displaying my glistening 
wet slit-hole to my young, well dressed, dark haired date and it 
was driving me crazy for an orgasm. He looked to be of about 
sixteen or seventeen, and was tall and strong looking, like an 
athlete. This welcoming cunny shot definitely caught him off 
guard.

Then daddy made me take my hands off of the floor and spread the 
puffy mounds of my little pussy wide open for the rest of my 
punishment. I was so horny and my frustration grew with it. 
Whether I wanted to or not, I loved how much all of these guys, 
including my despicable brothers, were enjoying the view. They 
were looking over each other, getting in each others way, and 
trying to get better angles to see my twat. I must be really sexy, 
or they wouldn't like looking at me so much. I was flattered and 
had to refrain from smiling a bit. My life was the birthing of a 
slut, and at twenty-three I still am, thanks to the overactive 
sexual debauchery daddy made sure I grew up with.

"Donny, it's eight o'clock. You're right on time, I'm glad to see 
you are so responsible." daddy said. "And this horny little fuck-
whore isn't ready because she bought herself a little extra 
punishment. It won't take long; just a quick lesson before your 
date. Apologies to the nice young man, slut."

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

The boy looked even more shocked as my dad went back to just plain 
spanking me. I squeaked out as he was whacking me much harder and 
faster now on my already tender ass and open my tiny pink cunny 
mound, and I knew all could plainly see my leaking fuckhole. Then 
without warning daddy fiercely rammed what felt like his middle 
finger inside me and finger fucked me really, really fast. I 
shamelessly moaned out as he made my juicy cunt start its rapid 
journey to another mind-blasting orgasm in a matter of mere 
seconds. Daddy always knew how to make me cum. I think he knew it 
only added to the humiliations he always made me endure. It only 
furthered my embarrassment when I realized that in addition to my 
open grunts and groans, I was returning his thrusts by leaning 
back into it and going with the bounce. I didn't even know how 
long I had been doing it before I caught myself. Daddy used his 
other hand to brace my lower back to keep me from teetering, and 
speedily finger fucked me so hard that if he had not been holding 
me in place he would have sent me flying across the floor. I 
completely gave myself over to the pleasure and squealed out even 
louder as he rolled his big finger in circles at the height of my 
orgasm. 

Ignoring the look of shock on my dates face, daddy laughed at me 
before saying, "You see what we have to put up with here, Donny? 
It is all the three of us can do to keep this whore satisfied. 
Shit, it's all we can do to keep her from humping our legs every 
chance she get. Fucking slut. I almost had to let the dogs in."

After I finished cumming, daddy told me to put my panties back on, 
and he went over to Donny and whispered something, then they both 
started speaking under their breath. I went over to David and he 
handed me back my panties, and when I lifted my foot to put them 
back on, he rubbed my pussy vigorously. I tried to ignore him and 
kept trying to put them on, but he was making things very 
difficult. I finally used his probing arms to balance myself. When 
I finished, I turned around so I was face daddy and my date. After 
I straightened out my short dress, I stood quietly and waited for 
them to finish talking. While I stood there my big brother lifted 
the back of my dress and dipped his hands under my undies and 
fondled my sore ass, and after a very short coaxing he got my 
little brother Kevin to squeeze his little finger into my tight, 
moist cunt. He had to hook it up in there since I was standing, 
and he wiggled it about like a water sprinkler, revving up my sex 
drive again. I swear that little boy's finger could nail my G-spot 
every time, whether he meant to or not. Then David started in on 
my asshole. I tried not to show any emotion, as I was trying not 
to look like anymore slutty to my date then I already had. And 
even if I did want them to stop, I was taught by daddy to never 
speak until spoken to, and that if any one of them, he, my uncle, 
or my brothers, ever wanted me to do anything to them, or they to 
me, at any time, day or night, I must do it without protest. I 
never found out what my punishment would be for not following that 
rule since I never resisted it. I'd gotten fucked by someone every 
few hours for most of the years of my childhood and teens. 
Sometimes it seemed like I never got any sleep. 

In a moment I shut my eyes and let myself slip off into the 
pleasure, and I was shocked to realize that I was slowly bending 
over without any coaxing from them. Soon, my lower back was 
arched, and my ass was turning upwards as my palms braced upon my 
knees again, which I slowly bent so to give them better access. By 
now I was raging with lust, and made outward whimpering and 
moaning sounds, with not so much as an attempt at control the 
reaction of this sexual excitement. 

Of course, Donny looked over and saw us with bug-eyes and a gaping 
jaw right away, but daddy didn't- not at my sexual sounds or even 
just out of curiosity to see what my date was gawking at. He just 
kept on talking to him- asking if he was listening. Soon, my 
oldest brother lifted my skirt up over my waist and entered me 
from behind. I squealed out more vividly as his young cock delved 
into the pink tunnel of my aroused preteen twat. The moment he 
pried into me, he started pounding me really hard, and leaned 
backside into him without hesitation, fucking him back at full 
speed while Kevin reached around and played with my little clitty. 
I was going ape-shit and there was no way daddy could have not 
plainly heard it. 

When my dad finally did turn around and saw what David and Kevin 
were doing, he acted surprised and got cross with me and said, 
"Shit, you fucking cunt-slut, I know you're just a horny ass bitch 
in heat, but Jesus! Your own brothers too? I cant believe you were 
getting off on them like that. You didn't even try to stop them. 
Next you'll want us all to gangbang you. Un-bel-iev-able!"

Everyone laughed- including Donny, and daddy kept on making his 
lewd comments, the whole while my brother kept fucking me and I 
kept moaning, squealing and mewing, even making eye contact with 
them through my unashamed, half-closed eyes. It was as 
exhilarating as it was humiliating. I was pleasure-yelping and 
tilting my head occasionally to look gratefully at my incestuous 
rapist, and made no attempt to hide how much I loved getting 
fucked. Daddy would pause and watch- maybe shaking his head, and 
then he'd start with some more verbal degradation about how much 
of a slut I was. He sure wanted me to look like the biggest-little 
whore ever, and my sluttiness was only helping him to prove it. 

Then he had me drop to my knees to suck off both of my brothers- 
since I got them horny, it was the least I could do since I got 
them all horny, he said. After I swallowed my brothers juices, 
daddy made me go in the other room so he could talk to me. I 
remember how my knees were shaking and my pussy was wet the entire 
time. He told me that I had to do whatever Donny wanted, as he was 
the man and I was just a stupid whore. But- I was not to fuck him 
no matter what. I could let him feel me up, and eat my cunny if he 
wanted, and I had to suck him off if he suggested or even hinted 
at it, but I was NOT to fuck him under any circumstance. He told 
me that I had to wait for the second date for that. He said, "I 
know you're just a dumb fuckhole, and all you want is cock, but we 
want Donny coming back for more. If you are too easy he might not 
want you next week. I don't want any excuses, bitch. Do you 
understand? No fucking."

"Yes sir, daddy," I promised.  

It wasn't long before Donny walked me out to his corvette and even 
opened the door for me. He was so polite our whole date and I was 
becoming comfortable, despite my pre-date humiliation. He took me 
to the park and picked me a flower, and we chatted like we were 
old friends, expect for him constantly staring at my body, and 
trying to discretely look up my short dress. After a time, he said 
he had to take me home, but we could take a shortcut he knew. The 
shortcut was an old dirt road which he soon pulled off of. There 
was nothing but woods around us, and it was silent except for the 
crickets singing a soothing tune. It was so peaceful and I felt so 
relaxed. 

Soon we were making out. He almost instantly slipped his tongue in 
my mouth as he placed one of his hands on my knee. Then he moved 
his hand up it until my dress was up to my waist. I did nothing 
but return the French kissing. Soon he slipped passed my panties 
and was fingering me, which was easy for him because I was already 
wet from the kissing and the anticipation of his approaching hand. 
He took his cock out and I went down on him the very second I saw 
it freed from his pants. I must have looked like a starving dog. I 
savagely licked the bottom vein that runs up and down the length 
of his seven inch shaft for a time. It was pretty thin, so I had 
room to really work it. 

After that I wrapped my lips around his prick and bobbed my head 
up and down as my little hand jerked him in unison with my mouth. 
I took in almost all of it and I rolled my tongue around it like 
my daddy had taught me. 

Fuck, it was making me so horny. I curled up, knees near my chest 
and propped my hard little nine year old ass just as high in the 
air as I could get it, hoping he would take the hint. I spread my 
knees out wider and rolled ass like I was hunching the air while I 
sucked his prick on an almost primal, savage level. Still nothing. 
I tried to think of some way to get him to graciously satisfy my 
horny, aching cunt. My back half was basically in doggie position, 
with the short dress hem ridden up passed my waist and I was just 
offset of the gear shift. I thought that maybe he didn't notice my 
display and I wiggled-wagged my ass from side-to-side, trying my 
best to make it look subconscious. I needed something in there. A 
tongue, a finger- whatever. I couldn't stand it anymore and 
without thinking, I mewed out a muffled, desperate cry- like a cat 
in heat, and reached into my panties to rapidly finger my whore-
slit.

Donny was moaning out and seemed to be enjoying the blowjob, but 
he only let me do it for a few more minutes. He stopped me and 
said he didn't want to cum before he fucked me. By the time he was 
finishing telling me that, he had already thrust his finger in my 
wet pussy and pumped it roughly, like a speedy piston. In between 
whimpers, I stammered out that I wasn't allowed to fuck him until 
our second date. My daddy told me so. But he acted like he didn't 
even hear me and yanked my dress off. It happened so fast I don't 
think that I even knew what he was doing until he was finished. As 
he tugged at my panties I grabbed them and whined out a no, please 
don't fuck me. He didn't care. In fact I think it made him more 
excited. He forcefully yanked at them until he shredded them off 
of me completely. He was extremely violent about it, and I had to 
admit, I was enflamed with lust, and wanted him to fuck me into 
unconsciousness, but I still tried to resist. 

"No, no… please… my daddy told me no, I promised him I wouldn't, 
please…" I begged as I covered my little pussy.

"I don't give a fuck what you promised. That was your mistake, 
slut." Then he thwacked my hands out of the way. "I paid good 
money for this date, and I'm gonna bury my cock in you, one way or 
another. I don't date teases."

As the shock of my dad whoring me out was hitting me, Donny lifted 
me up and aggressively plowed my back onto the passenger door, 
successfully pinning me by the throat. He wasn't choking me 
exactly, but if I leaned my head in any direction I would have 
been choking myself. Then he used his shoulder to mash my left leg 
up and high, trapping it against the back of the seat. I had no 
leverage and couldn't have successfully fought him off even if I 
had. Then he grabbed the ankle of my other leg with his free hand 
and spread it all the way to my side, holding it so that my knee 
was actually touching my shoulder area as he could. My glistening 
nine year old cunny couldn't get much more exposed than that. I 
feebly swatted at his chest and arms, but it was like smacking at 
a house. He wasn't budging. My cunny was spread wide open for him, 
despite my feeble resistance. 

"Hold still you whore," he commanded.

I didn't stop fighting him until he shoved his saliva soaked prick 
in my wet little girl pussy. My head reared back and I exploded 
with pleasure. I yelled out with each fierce pump he made. His 
thrusts were very fast, and almost angry, but that only made it 
feel better and I made no attempts to hide it at this point. Then 
I felt it. The upcoming event. My pussy felt warmer, and those 
familiar addictive tingles of ecstasy ripped through me like a 
bursting dam. He squeezing my throat tighter, cutting of about 
half of my oxygen. I went nuts- before I knew it I was reaching 
down to brazenly play with my clit, rapidly whisking my fingers 
over it back and forth and the surreal explosion made my ears ring 
and sent me to the very edge of fainting.  

He kept fucking me in and out of oblivious pleasure for a while, 
and then he opened the door on my side. I remember noticing how 
steamed up the windows were. It funny how sometimes you remember 
such small details so clearly during times like that.

I felt so helpless as he carried my small, naked body- still 
impaled to his rock hard dick, and slammed me down on the hood of 
his car. He fucked me there for a while in not only missionary 
position, but in doggie style as well. And I was giving it as good 
as I got it. I leaned back into each thrust he made and he made 
fun of me for it, calling me his fuck-rag for obviously loving it 
so much, and fucking him back with such enthusiasm.  

He grabbed me by my pigtails like handlebars, and that really sent 
me flying. After my fourth or fifth orgasm I started coming to my 
senses again, and remembered that I was suppose to not fuck him. 
The very first second he let go of my pigtails I tried to scurry 
across the hood on my hands and knees and get away, but Donny 
wasn't having any of that. He yanked me back roughly by my hipless 
waist the very moment I tried to make a break for it, and when he 
pulled me back, his cock-tip bull's-eyed my tight asshole. It 
didn't enter from that first hit, but it gave him the idea I 
think. He squeezed his juice coated cock into my tiny poop-hole 
and I screamed out in pleasure/pain so loudly, that the crickets 
paused and a flock of night birds stirred far off in the woods. He 
gripped me by my shoulders and slammed me as hard as he could. I 
screamed out- mostly in pain, but this only made him pump me 
ferociously. He even grabbed me by my waist and lifted me 
completely off the car and held me that way as he pumped. Then he 
grappled me around my flat chest and my tummy, holding me upright 
in the cool night air. He angled my tiny body so that I was tilted 
slightly upwards, and as he pounded me up, gravity would slam me 
back down up to his hilt. It hurt so bad, but this new taboo also 
made me cum without anything in my cunt at all. 

Donny shot off after a few seconds of doing that, and then he 
slowed to a halt, he just stood there panting and let his dick 
softened. Then after it plopped out, he threw me to the ground, 
and uncorked fluids pour out of my holes. He called me some more 
nasty names and then pissed all over me. My hair, my face, my 
chest, and my stomach were soaked with urine like I had just 
showered in it. He even told me to open up "those little lips" and 
stick my tongue out. I was afraid to say no, so when I did, he 
pissed directly in my mouth, calling me his little toilet-bitch. 
Some of the piss dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, but I 
was forced to drink most of it. Then he made me lick his nasty 
cock clean. I felt so dirty and lewd that I could have really gone 
for another orgasm or two, so I began masturbating, determined to 
cum again. 

"Jesus-fucking-Christ, I've never seen a whore like you before!" 
he exclaimed. "I guess you can rape the willing. Goddamn fucking 
cum-slut." He sounded like my daddy.

When he was through with me, Donny drove slowly even though his 
car clock said we were close to being late. He even calmly stopped 
to get a drink from a soda machine at an old, run down country 
store. That was when I realized I was being set up again. After he 
drank it all slowly, we got back in the car and drove away. He 
didn't even offer me any. In fact, all he did was ignore me or 
talk to himself about what a slut I am. 
After I returned home from my first date, Donny said, "I'll 
definitely be seeing you again, fuck-hole. I think I'll bring my 
little brother next time." Then tongued me and basically booted me 
out of his car and sped off. I could barely walk to the front 
door, as my asshole was so sore. Daddy and my brothers were 
waiting for me inside on the couch, watching porno, of course. My 
dad stood up wearing only his favorite red robe, which was 
partially open in the front and fully exposed his thick, eight 
inch, semi-hard dong. My brothers stood up right after he did, and 
my daddy flashed a glance at them before putting his hands on his 
hips and dropping his eyebrows at me, which now matched his 
scowling face. It kind of seemed fake somehow, even at the time I 
noticed. "So, you're late," he said sharply. "I might of known. I 
let you have some freedom and this is how you repay me! I swear, 
you're only good for busting a nut in, and that it." He shook his 
head at me with a tongue clicking- tisk-tisk sound. He kept the 
anger rolling. "And you smell like piss too. What is Donny going 
to think of a skanky whore that smells so badly. I told you to use 
perfume, you dumb bitch. Why are you so late!"

I tried to explain to him that it was Donny's fault but he 
wouldn't let me get more then a few words out before he'd start 
shaming me again. My brothers just stood there, smirking with 
their arms crossed. God, I think I hated them at that moment more 
then ever before. Those brats were so smug I could have hit them. 
I hated it worse that I wanted them to fuck me.

"I don't want to hear your bullshit," my dad said. "Did you fuck 
that boy? Is that why you're so late?"

"Daddy," I pleaded, "He wouldn't take no for an answer. He raped 
me." It was at that point that I realized my daddy probably told 
him that when I told him no like he told me to, that he should 
just fuck me anyway. I thought about the phone call I had 
overheard and realized it must have been Donny, and he said he 
wanted to rape me all along and this was the only dad could set it 
up. He knew I was a slut and therefore always willing, so how 
could he get me raped? The more I tried to explain that I was 
raped, the more angry daddy got, and the more his cock rose to 
full erection. I remember feeling like it was staring me down.

"He raped you? Bull-fucking-shit. You can't rape the willing," he 
shouted. He used his devious brain to have his cake and eat it 
too. He made me into his ready, willing and eager slut, while at 
the same time he proved that you actually can rape the willing. My 
daddy may be an asshole, but he sure isn't stupid.

"I tried to fight him off," I said to daddy.

"Yeah sure, you probably begged him for it, knowing what a slut-
whore you are. Did this pussy…" he said as he grabbed it through 
my dress, "…get some cock tonight?"

I gave a startled jump when he grabbed my crotch through my dress. 
He started to rub my already wet cunny vigorously and I 
instinctively latched my hands around his wrist and rolled my eyes 
upward at the pleasure. After a moment I realized that not only 
wasn't I fighting his hand rubbing, but I was actually helping by 
moving with him. I even gradually started leading the rubdown. I 
could never denied being a little slut.

"You horny little fuckhole. I know you got fucked. Look at her 
boys, she's wanting it right now. Your goddamned whore of a sister 
can't stand not getting fucked for five goddamned minutes. We are 
going to find out right now if you got any cock or not. Lie down 
on that couch and spread those slutty legs of yours."

I obeyed, realizing that there was no right answer. I flopped down 
and hiked my legs high and wide, something have always done a lot 
of.

Daddy shook his head and pointing, he told me that the evidence 
was right there. I had a slick, red looking pussy that had been 
freshly fucked and I had forgotten my panties.

"I didn't forget them, daddy. Remember? He ripped…"

"Shut the fuck up! Did I ask you a question? I bet this cunt had 
been teasing that poor boys all night. Raped you my ass. Boys, go 
and fine out for sure if your slut of a sister has been fucked," 
he said.

Both of my brothers opened my cunt lips and prodded its well-
fucked passageway. I turned my head to the side and closed my 
eyes. This was great for humiliation. I moaned out and spread my 
legs wider. The boys were poking fun of my moistening cunt making 
uncontrollable slurping sounds as they both fingered me at once. 
All was fine until David discovered some cum oozing out my anus. 
"Look daddy," he said as he pulled a semen slimed finger out. "He 
came in this stupid twats asshole."

"I told you not to fuck him, and ass-fucking is still fucking, 
bitch. Now you are going to pay," he said. 

I was mortified, but it got even worse when daddy made me suck it 
off of my brother's cum-coated finger. He told me that this was 
all my fault, and now that I had messed up my brother's finger I 
will clean it off. This got me horny again. It is okay, though. I 
had more orgasms that followed that night as my family pulled a 
train on me. 

My daddy was the first. He told the boys to move and after opening 
his robe, he leaned himself over me as I just laid there, ready 
for my just desserts. My pussy tingled in expectation of his 
thickening cock jabbing its way into my awaiting slut-slot, as 
daddy sometimes called it. He stopped and laughed at my obvious 
eagerness for another fucking. He teased me by letting it tap 
about the entranceway and made it slide up and down my cunt until 
I was dripping with dewy anticipation. 

I couldn't help but slip out a hushed, little girl whine of 
frustration, "Daaaddy…" 

"What?" he said. "Do you want some of daddy's cock?" Actually at 
this point, any cock would have done, but I didn't want to tell 
him that. 

"Y… no," I replied as I looked away to the side, blushing a bit.

"Yes you do. You're a horny little girl slut and you want some 
cock to fuck your dirty little cunt. There is nothing wrong with 
that. A slut is what you are, and a slut knows the only thing she 
wants is cock. Look at me!"

I looked back at him, probably with red and puffy, mortified eyes. 

"Tell me you want daddy's cock in you. Do it or not only don't you 
get a good fucking from any of us, I'll tie your hands up so you 
can't even twiddle yourself at all tonight. Maybe even the next 
few days."

"No daddy! Please!" I shouted desperately. "Don't do that!"

"Then say it then!"

"I… p-please daddy. I want to get… I mean… I want your cock. 
Please."

"I don't believe you," he said, and started to pull away. 

Daddy had reared me to love getting fucked, but gave me almost no 
options on who, what, how, when and where. As terrible as it 
sounds, most of the time I was always happy to take what I could 
get. My cunt started to ach with a passion now, and I overflowed 
with a wild animal arousal. I needed some cock- now. 

I quickly wrapped my short, slender legs as far around his ass as 
I could manage and begged for his dick. I almost cried in the 
process out of sheer sexual frustration. He dragged it on for a 
while longer, all the while my brothers just laughed and waited 
their turns. I hadn't noticed until then that at some point they'd 
undressed and stood naked, toying with their young, hard cocks. 

Daddy shoved his prick in me with enough force to slam the top of 
my head against the back of the couch. My neck was tilted in a 
very uncomfortable position, but he didn't give a damn, and 
neither did I. He just kept pounding me, and I loved it. 

I squealed and rocked my little bottom in timing with his pumping, 
and my little brother Kevin came over to me and started playing 
with my tit-less nipples and my clitty- pinching and twisting and 
biting. For some reason it really seemed like he had a thing for 
them. He always had. Then David came over from behind the couch 
and grabbed my arms. Even as young as he was, his hands seemed to 
dwarf my tiny wrists, and he muscled my arms apart and braced me 
in place, as he yelled, "Yeah! Fuck the bitch, dad!" He didn't 
have to hold me like that. It's not like I was resisting, but that 
seemed to be something David especially liked doing. And I think I 
did too. 

I came several times while daddy was building up to his orgasm. 
When little Kevin bit one nipple, while pinching the other one at 
the same time, I came really hard. I was dying to fiddle with my 
clit in conjunction with Kevin. I would have too, if David hadn't 
been holding my arms in place. 

He had them spread at about ear level and they were forced to bend 
at the elbows, so my arms were pinned out in a semi-U-shape. I 
struggled to free myself so I could masturbate my clitty, but 
David hands were clamped around my wrists like iron shackles. He 
probably thought I was trying to free myself for some other stupid 
reason. There is no way though, I was finally getting some good 
cock going on. Daddy's was my favorite since it was the biggest, 
and he knew how to use it better.  

When dad finally shot off, he pulled out and jerked it all over my 
face and chest. I opened my mouth, as I had been trained to do, 
and caught as much cum as I could. Then he made me lay on my side 
and raise one leg, so the boys could have a go at me. David fucked 
my ass while I sucked off my little brother's tiny peter. 

After they had all finished with me, daddy sent me to bed with 
nothing to eat or drink. When I asked him if I could pee first, he 
made me squat right there in the living room and do it into my 
hand and drink it. Then they all pissed on me and I drank much of 
that down too. At least I wasn't thirsty anymore for a little 
while. 

They even tied me down over the pillow butt-cushion of the 
recliner chair, so I was in a Z. My ass was propped out whether I 
liked it or not. They used daddy's soft robe belt to cuff my hands 
outwardly, so that I was hugging around the lower back of the 
chair. Then they let our dogs in. They went straight for my cunt, 
lapping insanely. Daddy made my brothers jerk the dogs off until 
they got to dancing a hunch in the air. That is when they really 
went off on me. I got fucked by both dogs- I got knotted with, 
too. One of them even knotted with my asshole.

Then they just left me tied up for most of the night, while they 
went to bed. They also left the dogs in, and I was getting it good 
all night. When I had to pee, they would lap it all up as it 
streamed out. I'm just lucky I didn't have to poop that night.

In the morning, daddy came in and untied me- it was about five in 
the morning then. I went to bed exhausted. I spent the rest of the 
night wavering in and out of a lusty sleep, stirring with erotica, 
and fingering myself to orgasm. I was hoping that someone would 
come in a bang me again, but no one did. I did my best with what I 
had to work with and finally fell asleep. I awoke to a cock in my 
face. When I looked up, I saw my uncle Mitchell's face grinning 
back at me. He had three wagging male dogs with him. One was 
Buster and the other two I had never seen before and I knew what 
was coming next, even before he spoke to me. "Good morning slut. I 
have some morning juice for you. Plus I want you to met Jessup and 
Jinx, my new dogs, and you already know Buster. You can suck us 
all off. Then we're going to get some of that little pussy of 
yours, and maybe that asshole too. Hurry up, because you dad is 
going to let your dogs back in after they finish eating. I heard 
about your punishment. We've got a long morning planned for you." 

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened my mouth an accepted the 
inevitable. 

After I got my Canadian goosing that morning, I thought about my 
date and couldn't wait for daddy to set up my next one. I remember 
thinking to myself that maybe I'd be late coming home then too. 
Conveniently I was. I just love a good family punishment..

No one can say my childhood wasn't a busy one.  

I was never allowed to move out on my own, but I was allowed to 
use a computer under the guise of staying horny with porn. When I 
was alone, I also used it to educate myself. I had to keep it a 
secret though, or they might take it away from me. 
 
Recently I have been planning to get into a slutty outfit and walk 
down the dark alleys of a large city, but I am afraid I might get 
killed. I want some skuzzy stranger, or hopefully strangers to 
rape me. I don't care who they are. I know how to get a hold of a 
retro-antivirus I can take that can help against STD's. I'm just 
trying to build up my nerves enough to risk it. It might be better 
if I tease a bum into raping me. If he's ugly enough then there's 
less chance I could get something. After all, how many times can a 
bum get laid?

My family sure has trained me well. They made me a slave to the 
pleasures of fucking. I may have hated them and loved them at the 
same time, but at least no matter what, they kept me sexually 
satisfied. 

Well, Dr Shaw, I hope that this has been useful to you. I'll see 
you at 3:00 PM, this Friday, I guess. Oh, and I'm off my period if 
you want to fuck me again in our upcoming session. I'm just sorry 
that you are so squeamish about fucking girls on the rag. You 
shouldn't be so snobbish. I need satisfaction, whether I'm on my 
period or not. I don't want to have to look for a new 
psychiatrist. You have such a big cock.

It is hard to believe it is our third session already. Maybe this 
time we could talk while we fuck and save time. 

Sorry, but I have to go now. My daddy just called and said that he 
and my brothers are coming home. It seems as if my Uncle is back 
in town again and I'm sure he has a pack of dogs with him. I think 
I'll pretend to try and get away from them when they get here this 
time. I've never done that before- I wonder if I can get a rough 
gang rape out of the deal. I'll let you know what happens.

I'm lucky that with all the abuse my pussy has had over the years, 
that am still fertile- or at least have my period. These next few 
months should be interesting because of that, too. Naturally my 
daddy was plastered drunk when he called a few minutes ago, so I'm 
not sure I heard him right, but I think that he told me if I 
haven't already taken my birth control pill today- not to. If 
that's what he said, then I guess I know what he has in store for 
me next. Maybe I'll have a little slut or rapist of my own to play 
with in a few months. I'm sure a baby would be welcome in this 
family.


Sincerely,
 
Well, I'm not going to sign my name. You know who I am, and I know 
you said you will keep this letter only in my private records, but 
I've learned to be distrustful of men- no offence. It wouldn't 
surprise me if one day I saw this letter on the internet. 


To be continued…
