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Julia despised Brien.
He hadn’t let her go home. She made the food and got serviced until late into the night. She walked home in the sliced up ruin of her dress and collapsed on the couch in the fetal position. She didn’t know how long she lay there watching the paint dry before the door opened, and Brien walked in again.
“Who the fuck told you to leave, Julia?” He locked the door behind him. “I know no one told you to get dressed.”
“Please,” her voice was raspy from the multiple assaults on her throat. “I’m so tired.”
“Get out of that rag. Now.”
Julia was all cried out. Her eyes were red, swollen, and dejected. She rose awkwardly from the couch and just let the remnant slip off of her. She had been naked before him since this morning and now accepted the humiliation.
“Get something to wear out tomorrow,” He idly slapped her left breast. “Julia, you hear me whore?”
“Yes,” a sob.
He pinched that nipple cruelly until she squealed. “I don’t like your tone, Whore. From now on, when I ask you a question, you answer, ‘*Cocksucker Julia understands*.’ Get me?”
“Cocksucker Julia understands,” she whimpered. She flushed at the words.
“Good, so let’s go, cocksucker. He shoved her back towards her room to watch her breasts sway when she stumbled. It was good for a laugh. In her bedroom, he picked out her outfit, a sheer white blouse, a blue blazer with brass buttons, and a navy skirt.
Julia reached up to take the blouse, and he snatched it from her. “Dumb whore, that’s for tomorrow! You won’t need any clothes before then.”
She looked at the pile of underwear on her floor. “Don’t even worry about those. These clothes are so I can take you shopping so you can be dressed right for me. We got a fox hunt coming tonight, and you’re the fox. Do you understand?”
”Cocksucker-Julia understands.” He clutched her elbow and steered her back down the hallway and outside. He marched her naked and barefoot through the yards between the houses, jostling her to amuse himself with her bouncing breasts. On the front porch, he stopped her, bent her at the waist, and spanked her ass until you could see red through the Carmel of her skin. After enough swats that his hands stung, he peeled apart her labia and slid a finger up inside her.
Julia’s knees wobbled dangerously. She hated Brien so severely, but here she was humping his fingers in a spasm like a…like Cocksucker Julia. She cringed at the name as she rolled her hips, hating the pleasure. He opened the door behind her and shoved her through the portal.
She hit the carpet on her ass, knees apart. Brien laughed.
“Your parents think you’re such a good kid. Look at you here, legs spread to show the whole neighborhood that sloppy pink slit, “The old man picked up his foot and laid his toe on her bush. “Thanks for the good look at your fuck hole, whore.”
“Please stop,” she sniffled. “Please stop humiliating me.”
“Finger it,” he pulled his foot away. “Put your fingers in your pussy and make yourself cum.”
She turned to get out of the doorway, but he grabbed her foot and dragged her back to sit square in the center of the entrance. “Not out in the open like this,” she pleaded. “I live next door; neighbors will see!”
Brien slapped Julia twice. “What do I want to hear out of you?”
“Cocksucker-Julia understands,” she inclined her head, and her left hand fell to her thigh. Her fingertips tentatively grazed her labia. Her gaze cast out on the darkened street, and cursed herself for the moisture between her legs. Brien’s shadow fell across her face as he moved between her and the porchlight.
Julia couldn’t see his face but could feel the heat of his stare. As if obeying an unspoken command, she inserted a finger into herself and sighed. Her right-hand spread fingers to press into her mons to either side of her clit. She teased it by using the hood to stroke the slippery nub.
“What are you doing there, slut?”
“Touching myself,” she was a little breathless.
“Touching yourself where?”
“M-my vagina,” she felt herself flush.
“What are you a fucking doctor? That there is your pussy, girl! Say it!” He took half a step forward and sounded so angry.
“It’s my *pussy*,” the word sent a shock through her. Saying vagina had been too much for her, but this. “I’m touching my *pussy.*”
“Who is touching that pussy?”
“I am,” she said uncertainly as she grazed direct contact on her clit. Her body jolted at the coarse language, the touch of her finger. Then Brien slapped her face.
“Who?”
She froze wide-eyed as he cocked his head, indicating “*You better,”* and a second later, his hand drew back.
“*Cocksucker Julia* is touching her *pussy*,” she blurted to avoid the slap. She felt her labia throb open and become impossibly slippery. She gasped.
“I can’t hear you, cunt.” He slapped her tits back and forth several times. Lifted the breasts up by the nipple and twisting.
“OWWW Cocksucker Julia is fingering her *pussy*!” She shouted it out into the quiet neighborhood.
“That’s right,” Brien pushed his sweats down and removed his veiny old cock. He stroked it idly with his eyes fixed on the finger inserted in her hole. “What do you see up here whore?”
“An old man is stroking his cock over Cocksucker Julia’s naked body wh…while she finger’s her *pussy.”* Her arousal was undeniable, but still, she fought to maintain any dignity.
“Oh fuck,” Julia dreaded the worst when she heard a new voice. She saw instantly that it was Stuart who was frantically masturbating himself ogling her.
“That camera feed working,” Brien asked Stuart without looking up.
“You bet, HD Uncle Brien.” Stuart’s breath shortened as he vigorously applied himself to his task.
“Tell him what you see now slut,” Brien grunted and spit on his cock.
“Cocksucker Julia,” Stuart groaned as she said this. “sees two men jacking their cocks over her naked body while she fingers her *pussy.”* She hoped God would forgive her for saying such filthy things and wished he knew she had no choice. Brien held all the power. She shivered at the thought of her own powerlessness.
She lost track of time as she resisted her climax. It was shameful to perform for these men. It was slutty to take any pleasure in it. That was when she felt Stuart kneel over her head and placed his balls on her forehead, aiming his tip at her lips. “Open your mouth.”
Julia did as she was told. She smelled his musk and taste the salt of his precum dribbling from the tip. He stroked it quickly, panting and dragging his nuts across her forehead and eyes back and forth. She flicked her tongue over the head without being told. He shivered and shot hot ropes of his seed onto her fluttering tongue. His primal grunting made her feel like a whore.
She swallowed what she could, but it came in such a rush that she coughed up a little that drizzled down her cheeks. It was a foul taste that repulsed her though she swallowed it to endure the taste of it. That was when Brien forced her knees even farther apart and knelt down between them. Her ass was hanging off the cold metal of the door frame, and his knees rested on his welcome mat a few inches lower than the door on the porch.
He slapped his cock against her clit and fingers as she pleasured herself. It jolted her to feel the contact. What she would not give for the last time she felt this to have been the last of all time. Then he ejaculated onto her plunging, twirling fingers, bush, and thighs. He grunted his lascivious pleasure as he shot jet after jet onto her. Despite all her resistance, that was the last straw, and she felt the swell of climax in her body. All her pretense fell away as she began her surrender.
Stuart slapped her, jarring her back from the edge. Her body screaming for the release that was just shoved from its grasp. Brien collapsed on her sucking her nipples, stoking the flame of her arousal, and then Stuart slapped her again.
After a moment, Brien pulled himself up off of her. He wiped the collateral semen onto Julia’s thighs, then slapped the thighs at their juncture. “Time for bed, Cocksucker,” Brien said, “You have a big day tomorrow.”
Julia started to get to her feet, and Brien shoved her face down, so her forehead bounced off the floor. “First off, no one told you to stand. Second, don’t act like a dumb fucking savage, Julia. Eat that cum off your hands.”
Disgusted, she looked at her goo glazed hands and hesitantly lifted a finger to her mouth. “God damn, you’re a dumb whore. What are you supposed to say?”
“Cocksucker-Julia understands to eat your cum off her fingers,” the tears flowed as she said it. She proceeded to lick the salty issue from her fingers in the night air squared in Brien’s open front door. Her thighs, pubes, and belly felt the cooling semen crusting on her like a whore.
She noticed Stuart on his I-phone, recording her eating the cum when she switched hands. This brought a sob from her cum caked lips mixing Brien’s and Stuart’s cum in her mouth. Once finished, she lowered her hands and sat, spread-eagle, and exposed on Brien’s front stoop numb to the world.
“Come on, Whore,” Brien tugged at her hair. “Crawl on into my bedroom. I like to watch your pussy and asshole when you crawl.”
Julia did as she was told. Crawling like a dog on the carpet while her rapists ogled her sloppy, wet, and aching holes. He forced her to crawl into his sheets, and then he stripped down and handcuffed her to his wrist. He began snoring shortly, and she lay awake, staring at his ceiling, her pussy throbbing and yearning.
She could only squirm, laying naked and caked with strangers semen handcuffed to her rapist. Eventually, her hands found their way to her tortured clit, and she masturbated to sleep.
*****
A cock slap to the face woke Julia.
The memories of her location and situation did not occur immediately. She looked up to see Stuart slapping her mouth with his erection. His offhand was holding his iPhone at the best angle to show his cock and her face. She was free of the handcuffs but was frozen into enduring the abuse.
“Wake up…what was your name again?”
“Julia,” she responded groggily.
“You.Know.That’s.Not.Right.” He punctuated each word with a slap of his swollen member.
Her stomach clenched as she remembered. “My name is Cocksucker-Julia.” She felt her eyes begin to well with tears. He brushed his shaft against her cheeks, seeming to gently reward her compliance.
“Good girl,” he whispered and booped the tip of her nose with his cockhead. “Now crawl on into the bathroom for your shower. I have a special treat for you.”
Cocksucker-Julia barely registered anything beyond the command to crawl into the bathroom. She was halfway to the bathroom door before she realized she moved. Rolling off the bed, she felt the tightness from the cried cum around her mouth and vagina. *Pussy,* she corrected herself. I say *pussy* now.
Julia reached the tub and stopped in front of it on all fours. She realized with some horror that she waited for instructions. A moment behind, Stuart reached down and tapped her asshole. She shuddered.
“On your feet, cocksucker,” Stuart commanded. “Get in there and wash all that spunk off you.”
Shamed, aching, and weary, the girl climbed into the tub. Stuart reached in and turned on the shower cold water only and sprayed her down. She shrieked in shock as the icy blast hit her in the breasts, face, and mouth.
“Oh, is that too cold,” he laughed. He went abruptly from all cold to all hot water. Cocksucker-Julia screamed again. Stuart chased her around the tun with the stream for ten seconds, then dialed the cold back up.
Once she had been thoroughly rinsed from top to bottom, Stuart broke out the shower gel. He started with her breasts and coated them in a thick layer of suds. Her nipples painfully erect were pinched, tweaked, and twisted. He moved on to her stomach and face rubbing the slippery soap as forcefully as he could. He took no care to miss her mouth or eyes with the soap merely covering her like he was washing a car.
Julia blew the soap from her lips and tried to wipe it from her eyes, but Stuart slapped her hands down. “I don’t need help, bitch.”
Her caretaker turned her around and washed her back just as roughly. He eagerly slipped his hands between her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, rubbing and poking. One soapy finger slipped into her asshole again, causing her to grunt and brace herself against the shower wall. Stuart slapped her hands down again.
“Stop fidgeting,” He slid a finger into her Pussy and wiggled the other in her asshole. Cocksucker-Julia gasped as she got the slippery stimulation to both her holes, Not allowed to support herself on the wall and did the only things she could. She slumped against Stuart as he held her up by her pussy and ass and rubbed her hip against his slick erection.
Cocksucker-Julia despised the pleasure he forced upon her with his invading fingers. Lost in the sensation, she lightly bit his shoulder and moaned. Her orgasm was building quickly. Her body shook against her molester breathing heavily into his ear. Then he stopped and removed his hands. Wholly disoriented, she slid down between Stuart and the wall.
Hungover from his fingering, Julia looked up from the tub floor. Her mouth was slack from his torture, her breath lost, but she half expected to get her mouth fucked all over again. He took the showerhead and sprayed her in the face again and then between her legs. Fine-tuning the dial to a forceful pulse.
“Here,” He handed her the shower attachment. “I want you to do what Uncle Brien caught you doing next door. Work that little pink hole, cocksucker.
Julia held the sprayer loosely in her hand and looked at it stupidly. He wanted her to use the shower head to get herself off for him. Stuart was making her re-enact the event that put her in this place already. She had already jacked him off to orgasm as he watched it on widescreen, but it would never be enough.
Stuart slapped her soapy breasts when she did not immediately comply. His cock was already throbbing at the sight of her. The sting of his slaps warmed her breasts; her nipples were swollen and tender. Robotically she reached down and spread her labia to reveal the secrets of her folds. Coccksucker-Julia turned the pulse of her showerhead onto her clit hood.
Brien’s house had far superior water pressure than her home. The far stronger pulse jets had her knees apart, thrusting her tortured pussy, humping upward. A moan escaped her lips. Her breathing came in labored pants. She hated her thrusting hips but, she wanted to cum.
The kid’s cock was in her mouth, almost into her throat. She gagged as she came and wrapped her thighs tightly around the shower wand. Julia felt as though her head was nailed to the shower wall by the tip of Stuart’s dick. The jizz exploded into Julia’s mouth thick and hot, filling all the space around his cock that he kept pressed into her throat.
His issue exploded out, covering her lips and dripped down onto his balls. Stuart held his prick in her mouth until it softened. Julia drooled semen and saliva onto her breasts and stomach when he withdrew from her swollen and numbed lips. After barely a breath, she set to work lapping and slurpy the cum off his softening erection.
“Now get cleaned up,” Stuart turned his back on her. “Uncle Brien is taking you shopping for tonight.”
Cocksucker-Julia did another round of shower but scalding hot to try and wash the shame away. It reddened her flesh, but she could not erase the stains she felt. She washed her hair three times because she could not cast off the sensation of cum on her hair and dripping from her ear.
When she exited the bathroom, she found her clothes tossed on Brien’s unmade bed. She bent over to grab the bouse and felt a hand on her back. She froze. She anticipated fingers entering her in one place or another. Instead, she felt a sharp pinch and looked back to see Stuart withdraw a syringe from her ass.
“Is that poison,” she didn’t know whether to feel relief or disappointment that she hadn’t been groped the second he had the opportunity. “Am I going to die?”
“Just a little something to relax you for when you go out.” Stuart snapped the syringe in half and tossed it in a waste bin in the corner. “We don’t want any panic attacks in public that might upset your mom. I hear she has a heart condition. Am I wrong?”
“No.” She buttoned up the sheer white blouse. In the mirror, Julia could see that her nipples were on full display through the fabric. Maybe this was just for Brien’s titillation. Why else would he allow her a blazer? She fastened her skirt and checked the mirror. She looked fresh and professional. You had to really look to see cocksucker-Julia in there.
Stuart escorted her by the elbow to Brien’s truck. Brien was already letting the engine idle on the black S-10. Stuart opened the door, sat her on the bench seat, and fastened her seatbelt snugly. He patted her breasts affectionately and locked the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jo8yhj/breaking_julia_pt_23_learning_her_place
I really hope she gets free and revenge