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The Letters Of A Trained Slut 
by Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

By means of 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. After being repeatedly raped, she learned to 
eventually like it through her father's manipulation. 
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. (Mm+/g, ped, 
nc, rp, inc, asian, beast, ws)

***

Note: Read author's notes at the end of the story. 

***

Part One: Maybe You CAN Rape The Willing

By means of 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. After being repeatedly raped, she learned to 
eventually like it through her father's manipulation. 
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 
a more detailed 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 than me, had 
been fucking me hardcore since I was five. Although 
daddy bragged to me that he used to take my little 
brother, when I was three, and made me suck his little 
baby prick. Then he held him up to me and wormed his 
tiny boner into my slit-mound, and moved him back and 
forth, although I have no memories of that.

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 
the real stuff there. It was back when I was five and we 
were on the way home from my mother's 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 after all. 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'd suck 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 your little brother used to cry sometimes 
until mommy let him suck on her tit buttons, David? Do 
you remember the smile on mommy's face when your brother 
and sister 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."

Daddy couldn't let it end there. "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 in my car seat 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 like a sexual surf. 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 
various 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 after all, 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 tiny 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 and locked, 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. After a moment, I 
thought we were going to take a nap, but 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 feeling 
tingly, I 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 calm, somber look on his face just before 
giving me a strange smile. 

Then he drew back slightly at the waist and in a single 
thrust he 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 own panties into 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 and saw 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 screaming 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 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 
furiously plowed back and forth, rapidly sawing at my 
tight virgin twat. His hard, piston-like thrusts were so 
lightning fast that I couldn't keep up with them, and 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 long or 
so, and I think he only lasted about thirty seconds, 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 really tangy and the splashes stung my 
tightly closed eyes and the burning pain between my legs 
distracted and confused me. 

By the time he finally ran out of urine, I was soaked. I 
rubbed my face and blinked and rubbed 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 rape 
that had just taken place in front of their young eyes. 
"You useless bitch," said daddy. "Don't leave a fucking 
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 for most of 
the time, but he didn't seem to care at all. He pulled 
his semi-erect prick out and lightly slap-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. I think 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 he 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 instead of just removing it, 
he savagely ripped it of off my body. Then he yanked off 
my white cotton panties, shredding them in the process. 
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 gritted my teeth and 
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 it 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 like a dishrag, 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. I guess 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 
him doing it. And since I always drank afterwards, that 
I must have be a cum-slut from birth 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 clit and slit until I shivered in 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 today I am 
thin and toned.

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 videotaping me- more so then daddy or 
my older brother, although they all did that here and 
there. My little brother would stick his finger up in me 
and take close ups 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 mother's 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- a little whore, 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. The first time I can remember 
watching kiddy porn videos with my dad, he lifted me 
from my stance and set me on his lap so I 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, calling me a little crybaby 
and he would put my hair in pigtails and make me suck on 
a pacifier all day - sometimes even a dildo. 

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, I had to do it, and 
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 soon 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 
bathroom 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. And 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 without being coaxed 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- all 
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 that I'd 
actually be nearly asleep when they stuck it to me, and 
the dirty talk that happened when this was going on 
would get 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 gone 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 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 is your pet whore you were telling me about," 
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 slutty 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 spankings 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 daddy. "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 dad and uncle said sounded pretty 
rehearsed, 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 stood and 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. I 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. He 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 that horny dog 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. Although I did love the feeling 
of restraint and the flushing lust that 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, still 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 the paperboy, 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 
red 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 glistening 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. Although 
my little preteen pussy was 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, you 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, after my uncle had left, 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. It 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 used 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 sex-free 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. Using the arms of the chair, 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 it. 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. Finally, some consideration. 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 which. 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 and 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 me like a 
hard, pounding 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 terrible 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 can't 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 of course 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 that very first 
date though, 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 had become 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 went 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 floor 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 chimed.

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 my 
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 continued to shake 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 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 told me to 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 other's 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 tried to refrain from smiling. 
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 yet another rapid journey towards yet 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 quickly 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 very peak 
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 began 
whispering something to him, and then they both started 
speaking back and forth 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 wet, 
hairless cunny slit 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 arm 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 from behind. 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, my 
brothers, or even a dog, ever wanted me to do anything 
to them, or they to me, at anytime, 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 my 
childhood, and later on, my 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 automatically arching, and my ass was 
turning upwards as my palms braced upon my knees again. 
Then I slowly bent my knees 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. I could see the boy's cock 
swollen in his pants and it made me happy that I was 
turning him on so. 

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.

"Donny," said my daddy, "are you listening to me?" 

That's when my dad finally turned 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 can't 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 thirteen 
year old brother kept fucking me and I kept moaning, 
squealing and mewing, even making eye contact with dad 
and Donny 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- shaking his head, and then he'd 
start with some more verbal degradation about how much 
of a cock-hound I was. He sure wanted me to look like 
the biggest-little whore ever, and my sluttiness was 
only helping him to prove it. 

Once my big brother had squirted, he ordered me drop to 
my knees to suck off my little brother- since I got him 
horny too. After I swallowed my brother's juices, daddy 
made me go in the other room so he could talk to me in 
private. 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. 

"And clean out your brother's cum. God. You think that 
boy wants to taste his cum if he eats you?" Then daddy 
reached down and rolled his finger in my twat, scooping 
out David's cum and shoved it in my mouth, ordering me 
to swallow it all. Then I was ready for my date.

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. 

I kept looking at his prick through his pants too, and 
it was hard nearly the whole time. After a while, 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 past 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 about as long as my daddy's, but 
thicker, but I managed to work it with no problem. 

After that I wrapped my lips around his prick, I 
engulfed it and bobbed my head up and down while my tiny 
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 gearshift. 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 tried to cover my 
little, preteen 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 tried. 

Then he grabbed the ankle of my other leg with his free 
hand and spread it up all the way to my side, holding it 
so that my knee was actually touching my shoulder area. 
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 tree. 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 he turned me over 
into 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 
harder. 

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 being raped (something I had not 
experienced since I had become a willing slut) by this 
young stud also made me cum without anything in my cunt 
at all. Just his hard teen-dick pounding my ass did the 
trick. 

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 ass-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, he 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, 
six 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. I closed the door and he sharply 
shouted, "So, you're late, bitch. 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 than 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 than 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 already hard cock seemed to bulge even 
more. I remember feeling like it was somehow 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. You even seduced your brothers 
before you left, and right in front of your date. God, 
you're such a little girl whore. Did this pussy..." he 
said as he grabbed it under my dress, "...get some cock 
tonight?"

I gave a startled jump when he latched on to it. I 
couldn't even answer him as he now started rubbing my 
already wet cunny vigorously. I instinctively grasped my 
hands around his forearms 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 little 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. I held back a peeking smile, 
knowing what I was probably about to get. I loved 
incestuous gangbangs. 

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. He ripped..."

"Shut the fuck up! Did I ask you a question? I bet this 
cunt had been teasing that poor boy all night. Raped you 
my ass. Boys, go and find 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, which was now making 
uncontrollable slurping sounds as they both fingered me 
at once. It went like that 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- nearly all 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, 
playing along.

"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, trying to not to look eager. I was 
not getting addicted to being raped- or least playing I 
was getting raped. I was hoping daddy picked up on that 
and would play it with me, but he loved to humiliate his 
slutty little girl much more. 

"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!"

That last threat made me cave. "I... p-please daddy. I 
want to get... I mean... I want your cock. Please." I 
guess I would have to wait until my next pseudo date 
until I could be raped again. 

"I don't believe you," he said, and started to pull 
away. "Boys, get the rope. This little whore sister of 
yours isn't going to get to cum for two weeks- mm, 
better make it three."

That scared the shit out of me. "Oh no! Oh please daddy, 
don't. I want your big prick in me. Please, oh please 
fuck me daddy! Please give me my daddy-cock. No one can 
fuck me like you! Please, I need it now!" 

I quickly wrapped my short, slender legs as far around 
his ass as I could manage and continued to beg 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 they laughed that at some 
point they'd undressed and stood naked, toying with 
their young, hard dicks. 

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 pinched and 
twisted my clitty. 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 leaned over and managed to 
bite one nipples 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 
than my brothers. At least I could somewhat play rape 
from the struggling. 

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. 

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 them 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 all 
night, and I was getting it good for hours. 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 over the years. I had to keep it a secret 
though or they might take it away from me. It a miracle 
I can get away to see you in therapy, but luckily I've 
managed to convince daddy that it helps me to be a 
better slut. 

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 again 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's our seventh 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 again this time. 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 I still 
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 within 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. 

THE END

Archivist note: Although this story is described as part 
one, no email address was provided by the author, so if 
part two is not forthcoming, please don't write us 
asking for it. Thank you.

Author's Notes: 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 cannot 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! 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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