(One of my favorite fantasies, it’s roleplay) When I was 14, my mom married a man named George. She wasn’t the greatest mom. She made me show her my tits every day when I got home from school, but she also introduced me to masturbation and porn, and bought me dildos and ass plugs. That was in between her frequent business trips. She never told me what her work was, but we were rich.
When she married George, my life changed. She went on business trips more and more often. I spent nearly all of my time alone with him and his son. The first day we were alone, George pulled me into his room. “Alright, things are going to be different around here from here on out.” He confiscated all my bras and panties, told me I didn’t need them. He made me take off the ones I was wearing while he watched. Then he told me that every day, when I got home from school, I was to report to him and show him my tits. I begged him not to make me. That made him angry, so he yanked me onto the bed over his knee, pulled up my skirt, and spanked me. He forced me to count each one and thank him for putting me in place. Every time I stuttered, he told me he was adding one more. By the time he was done, my ass was so red it looked like a sunset. He grabbed me by the neck and choked me as he said, “Don’t ever question me again.” I nodded frantically, tears streaming down my cheeks. He took my shirt and my skirt and made me crawl back to my room. When I was halfway there, just passing my step brothers room, he stepped out. “What’s this?“ He said. “A slut fucking begging to be spanked?” I begged and begged, but he bent down and gave me ten more spanks. This time, I knew to count and thank him. When he was done, he called me a good little slut and pinched my nipple. I screamed in pain as he walked away. When I finally made it back to my room, I passed out. When I woke in the morning for school, I realized all my clothes were gone. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to ask my stepdad where they’d all gone. He told me, “I control your clothing. Every time you enter the house, you will report to me and hand over any clothing you’ve been graciously allowed. When leaving, you will come to me, and I will decide what clothing you’re allowed.” He dressed me in a tiny, thin crop top and a miniskirt. He then gave me a slap to the ass, and I shrieked as he said, “Go get ‘em, tiger!” I walked out of his room, sniffing back tears. My step brother was driving me to school, so I asked him, “When are we leaving?” He told me that we could leave as soon as I tucked the hem of the skirt into the waistband and pulled the front of the shirt over my head. I said, “But people will see me.” He told me to bend over, and spanked me more. Once I was screaming, he gave me a break, then gave me five more slaps, each one emphasizing a word in “That’s the fucking point, whore.” I did as he told me. On the way there, especially as we got closer to the school, so many people saw my tits. My step brother kept fingering me on the way there. When we got into the lot, he grabbed my head, I fixed my clothes and was about to leave the car when he pulled me down, and slammed his dick into the back of my throat. He face fucked me until he came in my mouth, then shoved me outside the car. I had no choice but to go to class. (Will continue in comments but my typing is lagging like crazy)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xtcr6f/step_dad_and_brother_become_my_rapists
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As I went through my classes, with all male teachers, I noticed that a lot of them gave me odd looks, like they wanted to eat me. My math teacher, my worst grade, asked to see me after school. I texted my stepdad about it and he said we’d talk when I got home, but to borrow a pen, and to text him when I was done as he had some instructions for me. I went into the math teacher, Mr. James, office. He was sitting at his desk, but told me to sit. I winced a little as my abused ass hit the chair, the skirt not covering my ass as I sat down.He stood up and walked around behind me. “Your math grade needs to be worked on.” “I know, sir,” I said, wondering what this was about. “Well, I have an offer for you, and it’ll get your grade automatically to an A.” “Oh my gosh that would be great! What would I need to do?” “Don’t you worry about that, just tell me if you want an A,” he said, stroking my arm. “Yes, sir.” “Good girl. Stand up.” I did so, and he grabbed my neck roughly, pushed me up against the wall, and slammed his mouth on my neck. I was half screaming, half moaning, hoping someone would get me out of this. Someone had to hear, right? They did. The teacher next door, incidentally my history teacher, Mr. Connors, peeked his head in. “Help me, please!” I begged. He chuckled, then said, “This is the one this year?” My math teacher raised his head and said, “Yeah, but best not to overwhelm the little whore at first. I’ll be alone this first time. Mr Connors nodded and left. Mr James yanked off my skirt and shoved into my mouth until it pressed against the back of my throat. Tears started leaking from my eyes. He let me drop to the ground as he went over and locked the door. I tried to get up, but he was on me in the next second. He pulled off my top and chuckled at my tits as I flushed with shame. He pulled at my nipples, pinching, pulling, and twisting until I was a shaking mess. He got off me for a second and I almost cried with relief, until he came back with a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed my hands over my head and put the chain underneath his desk so I couldn’t move. I tried to kick at him, but he casually grabbed my legs and held them with one hand as he took in my body. I stopped trying to fight for a moment, and he took out his phone and snapped pictures of me. He put it away, then reached into his pants and took out his dick. I was amazed, it was so big! He reached for my pussy. I tried to yank away, but couldn’t. He flicked at my clit, sending me spasming. He started wiggling my clit and pinching my nipple with his other hand, straddling me so I couldn’t use my legs. I was terrified at how close his cock was to me. Then he jammed two finger into me. I screamed bad he started fingering me. He barely fingered me for thirty seconds before I came. He then jerked off and came on my chest. He got up, unlocked the handcuffs, and told me to see myself out. I grabbed my shirt and a pen like my step dad had asked me to and limped out as fast as I could. I texted my step dad and told him what had happened. He called me a slut and a whore. He told me to stick the pen up my pussy and send him a picture of it. I did so, and he told me to jog home. With every step I took, my tits bounced so hard that my shirt came off of them. I had to keep readjusting it until eventually I was just holding it. Each movement pushed them pen into me, making me moan, and the miniskirt couldn’t cover anything with this much motion. A group of popular boys (including my step brother) from my school in a car pulled up besides me, and catcalled me, and told me they wanted to rape me. I ducked through an alleyway to get away from them and paused for breath. That was when I realized just how turned on I was. All this abuse, all this talk of rape was so fucking hot. I slapped myself and told myself that I needed to hate it, and jogged the rest of the way home. I reported to my step dad when I got home. He took my clothes, inspected me, then said, “So you’re a real slut. Fucking for grades.” He bent me over his desk and took out a cane. He caned me three times, then left the office. When he returned, my step brother and the other boys that were in the car with him were following. They watched as my step dad caned me, then took turns caning me. I was so turned on, each stroke made me more hot, until I came. This just made them cane me more. They hit my ass, asshole, pussy, and right on my clit, as well as my thighs and tits. When they were finally done, I had come twice more and was on the brink of cunning again, begging them to stop the whole time, telling myself I didn’t love it. My step dad pressed me down into the now ruined desk, and raped me in front of everyone. I couldn’t think, all I could feel was his massive cock inside of me. He took my virginity. He then came inside me, and invited my step brother and his friends to rape me. They gang raped me for hours, forcing me to cum over and over. By the end, I couldn’t stop begging, not even knowing if I wanted for them to stop or if I wanted more. After that day, all my teachers took turns fucking me, my step dad, step brother, and his friends took turns fucking me, and others. I never got a break. I spent less than 10% of my time without a cock in my, and often there was still a dildo. When my mom came home, she took one look at the human cumdump I had become and gave me a spanking, told my stepdad to take it up a notch, and left me. I grew into my true form: a slutty fucking whore mess of a cumdump, not useful for anything except an easy place to store your cock.
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