When I was a freshman, my parents left on a business trip. When they left, my brother, a senior was put in complete control. They blocked my number and told my brother that if he called when no one was in the hospital or jail, they’d ground him for a year and take his phone. My brother has always been weird towards me. He touches me a lot, and I thought I saw him outside my shower a couple times, but he told me I was crazy. The second they left, he walked over to me and pushed me against the wall. “Alright, whore, I’m in charge now, so do as I order. No questions, no speaking, just obey. Hand over your clothes. All of them.” I was so shocked I followed his orders without thinking. I stripped off my shirt and skirt and handed them to him, but then hesitated. “Well, slut? Heaven knows you were excited to tease me earlier when you kept wearing those slutty outfits.” I flinched as he grabbed me and roughly turned me around. He pushed my tits against the wall so my ass was sticking out, stepped to one side for better access, and spanked me. Hard. I screamed, jolting against the wall. It burned, but as the pain subsided, I felt… almost… horny? This was my brother! Assaulting me! I can’t be excited about this. I was wrenched from my thoughts by another slap. I shrieked again, horrified to hear a moan mixed in. My brother paused. “Oh my fucking god. No way. You’re such a fucking whore, this is turning you on, isn’t it? You’d fuck anything that moves, wouldn’t you? So desperate for something to fill you up, I’ll bet you wear a dildo to school.” I had, how did he know? “You fucking slut, you have? You’re fucking begging to be turned into a perfect slave for me aren’t you? A slutty cumdump.” Shit. I’d said that out loud. He spanked me one more time, and I made a noise more moan than scream. Then he said, “You also get a punishment for talking.” He landed 5 more hits, rapid fire, on my ass. I screamed and screamed until the fire on my ass faded to arousal. I was so ashamed to be liking this. He ripped my panties off, then the bra. He dragged me to the couch where he felt underneath the cushions and brought out a spreader bar. He chuckled at my shocked expression and explained, “Turns out mom and dad are pretty kinky. This whole house is a sex dungeon if you just know where to look.” Oh shit. I wondered if our rooms fit into that. He grabbed my ankle and I snapped back to reality. I kicked hard. He let go and stood up, towering over me. He grabbed my shoulders, pressed me into the couch, and sat on top of me, facing away. I could feel his bulge pressing against the top of my thigh. How big was he? It kinda made me wet. No, no, bad girl. Not allowed, this is not hot, it’s rape. He pinned my legs, and, one at a time, locked me into the spreader. He stood up, turned around, and surveyed the view. “There, was that so hard? What a slutty little display. Bet you’d love being spread out like this for the whole school.” I whimpered. He grabbed my hands and pulled some twine out of his pocket, turned me around, and bound my hands behind my back, he picked up the ruined panties he’d ripped off me earlier and shoved them into my mouth until I gagged. Then he dropped me face up onto the couch. He admired his handiwork: my hair was a mess, my eyeliner was running, my nipples were hard, my pussy was open and displayed and fucking dripping, and I was wincing from my freshly spanked ass being pressed against the rough couch. He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He said, “Say something if I shouldn’t send this to my friends.” I whimpered and tried to talk, but I couldn’t around the gag in my mouth. “So you want me to? What a fucking whore.” He tapped at his phone, then knelt down and snapped more pictures of me a different angles, even flipping me over to show my abused ass. I whimpered, but couldn’t struggle bound as I was. “Oh cool, they’re coming over!” I panicked and turned my head to look at him, shaking it frantically. “Oh slut, you don’t get to make that decision. I own you. It’s my choice who sees your slutty pussy. If you object to them coming over here, I could always walk you over to each of their houses.” I stopped shaking my head. As horrifying as this was, it would be worse if the whole town saw my humiliation. He sat next to me, as I was laying with my face smashed into the couch. He grabbed my ass, and idly groped me, slapping lightly as he scrolled away on his phone. With every slap, I flinched and tried to buck away, but could only press against the couch. Eventually, the doorbell rang. Two boys walked in as my brother opened the door. They had i quiet conversation by the doorway that I couldn’t hear. As they were finishing, the doorbell rang and the other one walked in. They talked for a while, before moving over to me. One pulled me off the couch and against him. He ground his already hard dick against my ass as I whimpered and squeaked at the pain. “Shut up, slut,” he muttered, rotating me and bending me over to spank me twice before pulling me back into the original. The others had been watching, but now moved in. I was so humiliated, on display and just a plaything for four senior boys. They groped my tits, spanked my ass, pulled my nipples until I screamed through my gag, all while I got wetter and wetter. I was literally dripping down my thighs. Eventually, they took me into my own room and each took a hole, with the last either yanking my nipples or slapping my ass, depending on what position I was in. I was used over an over, always having at least two cocks in me, for the next three hours. The first time I came, they made fun of me, called me a slut and a whore, and wiped it on my face. The second, third, and fourth times, they ignored it and kept pounding into me. At some point, they unbound my hands and feet and took out the gag. They left me there, dripping with cum, unable to move, shaking. After my brother saw them out, he came back in. He took all my bras, and told me I wouldn’t be wearing them anymore, then asked where I keep my dildos. I couldn’t muster up the energy to survive another punishment, so I just told him they were in my closet. He took those too. When I woke up the next morning, I got dressed like normal and went downstairs to see my brother pouring milk into his cereal. He looked me up and down and told me to take out my tits, so I did. “Good slut. You’re learning.” He told me that from now on, after I got dressed in the morning I was to make sure my tits, ass, and pussy were all visible and accessible until I was putting my shoes on. I did so. He slapped my red ass, and I shrieked, but felt my pussy start to get wet. He chuckled at that, then put my box of dildos on the table. I eyed it with trepidation, wondering where this was going. He took out a pretty medium sized one, then told me to turn around and bend over. I followed orders, and he shoved it into my wet pussy. I squeaked a moan as it was jammed all the way in, then again as he pulled my panties up, pressing it deep into me pussy. “You’re not allowed to take this out until I say. I expect you to send me a picture of it every passing period and show me in person at lunch.” This turned me on so much, I moaned out loud. “Good slut. We’ll make a sex slave of you yet.”