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(MFmbg, ped, inc, mast, oral, anal, bi, bd, ws) *** Author note: Dear Reader, I feel it is very important to express my loathing of abuse in any form. It may be difficult for some to image, but for me, reading and writing these types of stories is purely for therapy. Odds are that I am not alone in that department. It's like taking medication or performing important mental health exercises; it desensitizes me to something horrible that happened to me. It helps me cope. Someone once pointed out to me that others also may use them to refute urges that may result in someone getting hurt- a release. No one (ESPECIALLY CHILDREN) must ever be traumatized by forcing or coercing them into doing something they do not wish to do or something in which they are not ready. These stories are symbolic to me and (writing) is a form of art, pure and simple. It is for expression, discovery and therapy. Some sexual stories I enjoy in a sexual way- while others, like the one below, it is not so much arousing, but relieving. I have found that the graphic sexual details are vital for it to be effective. I mostly put myself into the victim's character. It may be difficult for you to understand, but it works for me. The things in my stories are symbols. NO ONE GETS HURT IN THESE STORIES. NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. If you find any form of real life abuse being performed on any children or anyone else, please help them immediately by any means necessary. If you wander into a child porn site, please report it to ASACP.com. If you have dangerous urges, please seek help from a physiatrist or a therapist as soon as possible. It will be kept confidential by law. If for some unimaginable reason you are not worried about destroying little helpless souls then at least worry about prison, how your family and friends will view you from then on, and being shunned for the rest of your life by virtually everyone. PLEASE, PLEASE NEVER HARM A CHILD! Sincerely, Art S Healing *** PART 2 There my two brothers and I were lined in a row, naked and on our hands and knees. The shaggy carpet made it all go easier on my knees, but not on my ass and pussy. We had been getting spanking after spanking. Both my parents did it, but they only used their bare hands. The truth was that my cunny was as wet as it'd ever been and I kept looking over to see that my bothers' had tiny hard-ons, so I guess they were enjoying this as much as me. I had lost track of how many times my ass and pussy had been spanked, but I'll bet my pussy won the final blue ribbon for the amount of times it had gotten thwacked- at least after about halfway through the punishment session. At first it had been solely my ass, but as mom and daddy rotated between my brothers and me during the long punishment, it very gradually became more about striking my cunt than my ass. It wasn't painfully hard, though. I guess I was supposed to think that it was the first hit or two was an accident, but I knew it was intentional right off the bat. I got wetter with each strike, too. At first we had been made to lie down on our backs with our legs spread and drawn back and our ass ends slightly lifted from the carpet. My legs were folded like a frog lying on its back, and with some low swings, we got spanked that way for a while. My pussy first got hit only as few times when I was in that position, but by the time they ordered us into doggy style, my pussy got the brunt of it almost every hit. I kept expecting mom or dad to say something about how wet my pussy was, but they never did. I was so horny and ready to get fucked again- right then and there. That's when I heard them coming. Mommy had already mentioned to my dad that he should let the dogs in to eat. They were inside-outside dogs, mostly outside, but often my parents would feed them in the kitchen. They must have already gobbled down their meal and were now traipsing into the living room where we were. We were still in doggy style at this point with wide grins and horny loins. That's when "fate" took over. See, daddy believed strongly in fate and would often make decisions based on it. That's how we ended up moving to begin with. He loved leaving things up to fate. Like, should we get gas here or there- if we get caught at the next traffic light, we'll go here and if not then the other place. Or, if one of us kids wanted to go somewhere and another wanted to go someplace else, he would leave it up to fate by saying that whichever one of us would be ready first, it would be fates way of telling us where we should go. He definitely used that here, but I doubt he questioned the outcome of this "fate's choice". "Three mutts," he announced, "will decide one of your fates. Whichever one the most dogs go to gets an extended punishment." Naturally all three dogs went to straight to me and immediately started slobbering all over my prime pussy and asshole. Fate? Yeah right. I had the only exposed pussy in the room, wreaked of sex, and I was already in a primo position; in doggy-style, with my knees spread out nearly as wide as I could get them- and I'm pretty flexible. Who else would they go to? If only there were more gay dogs. As they all lapped me, mom said, "Well, I did say she was going to get an extra punishment for her language down in the basement." "The fates never lie," replied dad. Neither did pleasure. We didn't get the dogs until we moved. I was still just barely ten years old at this time, so we hadn't been there very long at all. I never had any dogs before we moved, let alone three pussy- horny ones, so this was a completely new feeling. And what a feeling it was. Three broad, course tongues passively fighting over which one gets a quick slurp of my young cunt juices. It was kind of flattering really. Wave after wave of raspy, drooling tongues drenching my tiny fuck-hole, clit and puckering rectum, and my emotions were soon controlling me. I was helpless as the new feelings which ravaged through my skinny preteen body, and I surrendered completely to the sensation. Drawing my head back and gasping for air, I heard my parents tell the boys that they could stand now, but to just stand there until my extra punishment was over. By this time I was panting almost as much as the dogs. I don't think they were rolling their eyes as much as me though. Daddy, still wearing his wide open robe with his cock pointing out, dropped to one knee and knelt down near my head, his prick bobbing right in my face as if taunting me. "Honey, we may have a problem," he said to mom. "This little slut likes it I think. Let me take a closer look, here," and he nudged closer so that his prick was actually touching my lips. I couldn't resist opening my mouth and taking in his maleness, immediately bobbing my head like I had seen mommy do so many times. "See," he said. "This little slut can't get enough. She's sucking her own father's cock off first chance she got. This may be a problem." "It certainly looks that way," replied mommy. "It's going to be hard to punish a whore." Daddy grabbed me by a fistful of hair on the back of my head and jerked my face away from his prick with a wet, smacking sound. "You want some more of your daddy's cock, huh slut?" he asked me. I weakly nodded and opened my mouth, leaning my head back to his dick, still just out of reach. "You like sucking your daddy's prick, don't you?" Again I nodded with desperation. I was disappointed at being dislodged from it and wanted the comfort of having my mouth full again. It was like a pacifier to me and it somehow complimented the pleasure I was feeling in my lower half so well that I just had to get it back. He still held me teasingly at bay, just inches from his manhood as my tongue waggled around, seeking it like a divining rod. Then daddy sneered, "As soon as my hard on goes down, I should pee all over you, you god damned little fuck- towel, but you'd probably like that too I suppose." "I see what you mean, honey," said my mom. "I just don't know what to do with this cheap fuck-hole. I guess we just need to experiment to find out what she hates. That way we can find a suitable punishment." Daddy said, "Yeah," and released the back of my head, and my mouth quickly glided around his cock, locking into place like a magnet. I could just barely see my mommy at this time, but I saw her enough to notice her briefly motioning towards the dogs glistening, red boners working their way out of their furry sheaths. One of them was even hunching air. "It looks like the little whore teased the dogs just like she teased her brothers and you. Maybe she'd hate to get fucked by them. Her cunt will be so sore that she just may never fuck again." "It's worth a try," said dad with me still blowing him off, "especially getting punished like that in front of her family. It may just work. Boys, come here and jerk off these dogs until they get to fuckin' your dirty little whore of a sister." My two brothers toddled over to the excited dogs, grinning from ear to ear and their little peckers still posing out, stiff and unashamed. They didn't seem to know what they were doing until mommy showed them by jerking off two dogs at once. Then my brothers went to town on them. "Like this?" asked eight year old Billy as his dog was humping in his jerking fist. "Good job, honey, just like that," said mom proudly. My brothers were switching around from dog to dog, guided by mom and dad until one of the dogs had enough and mounted me from behind. I felt his slick cock poking around until it randomly found its way to my horny ten year old hole. The very second that it pried into me, he began pounding my twat like a rapist on crack. I cried out at the undeniable delight, which seemed to only drive the other dogs wild. Jerking hands could no longer contain any of them after that, and they milled around me, licking and poking their noses anywhere they could- no doubt waiting for their opportunity to mate with me as well. They failed with their attempts to mount my front half and were in a lustful frenzy with me- their new bitch in heat. Daddy got up, taking my stiff suck- toy with him. My mouth made a popping sound as it slid off and I instantly tried to retrieve it. I felt like a fish greedily grasping at a bated hook. "What a fuck- whore," he said while shaking his head. Some of the dogs were again trying to hump my front half with little success, although they seemed to be getting off somewhat when one of their big red cocks rubbed my face or shoulder. It all felt so naughty. What a punishment. Feeling that big canine cock swelling inside me as it rapidly jack hammered my pussy, and being licked in assorted indiscriminate places, plus the dry humps was enough to send me to an immediate sexual high. My cunny canal was being rubbed so fast that it set off instant multiple orgasms. I made quite the show of it too; dropping my cheek flat to the carpet and stretching my arms out in front of me in complete surrender, whimpering out a steady, unashamed, "uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." Soon my pussy had been worked into eruptions unlike I had ever felt before. Even as good as my daddy was he still couldn't match the speed and powerful thrusts of a dumb-ass dog. I could feel the swollen knot banging against my pussy mounds like a knock at the door, and it was getting bigger by the second. Although I had no idea what it was at the time- I did know it was adding to the pleasure recipe I was mixed up in. Finally the dog slowed to a stop and pulled out never having got his big bulge in me, making way for the next dog to treat me like his slut. When the second dog mounted me, my daddy spoke up. "Aw, here she goes again," he complained. "I don't think this is working. The slut likes it too much to be a punishment." Then I heard my mom say, "Yes, but we can't stop it now. The other dogs are so horny. It just wouldn't be fair to them." "True. It's not like we condone it, we just simply don't have a choice." "Right," mom quickly agreed. About the time mom said that, the second dog had found a hole to pound, yet it wasn't my abused cunt. The first cock to ever fuck me in the ass didn't belong to some random boyfriend, my brothers, or to my even father; it belonged to Connor, our half German Sheppard, half lab mix. My small asshole drew up as he penetrated and I squealed out. He didn't seem to notice the difference in the holes, or maybe he just didn't care. Neither did I. It gave my pussy a rest and it was another new sensation I could experience, so not only didn't I complain, I devoured the moment. "Fuuuck..." I bellowed, "He's fucking my goddamned ass... oh, oh, oh, fuck... fuck my asshole..." "Just listen to that language. She's getting a real potty mouth," said my mom as the dog continued to pound me. "We need to figure out some way to punish her besides this. Something the slut won't get off on." Soon they had come up with a new one. Daddy had my brothers hold the only dog that had yet to fuck me in place as they ordered me to suck it off. I was still getting ass-banged as I sucked, and I loved it all. The slick dog prick tasted a bit like rust, but I didn't care. I just sucked him in my cock-starved mouth. "Is the whore really getting fucked in the ass?" asked my thirteen year old brother Jake. "Lemme check," said mom as she reached under the furious fucking performance and drilled her finger in my twat. "Well, it's not where it's supposed to be, so I guess she is." Then without warning she finger-slammed me super fast, fucking my cunny nearly as rapidly as the damn dog was fucking my tight asshole, talking casually the whole time to my daddy. She was telling him some crap about coming up with more imaginative punishments for me or something like that. I was too busy to really pay attention. My eyes widened as our dog surprised me by shooting off loads of cum inside my mouth and down my throat. I greedily swallowed down what felt like gallons. The doggy cum was thinner and much more plentiful then my daddy and brothers. And it wasn't so much the taste as it was the taboo of what I was doing that really got me off. Everything was going great until that big knot of Connor's slipped up my asshole. Maybe my mom helped him do it, I don't know. I yelped and his strokes sped up yet somehow became shorter, harder thrusts and I thought I was going to split apart as the cock-ball swelled to an impossible size inside of me. After a time, he slowed to a stop and plopped off my front half, turning his furry body so we were locked ass-to-ass, yet mom continued to finger fuck me as she talked to dad about the importance of teaching me morals. I lost track of how many times I came, and at one point, the doggy cock slipped out of my mouth and began spraying my face. I couldn't believe how much a dog can cum. I tried to get it back in my mouth, but he trotted away. "You should pee on her now, daddy," giggled Billy. "I can't with this hard on. The little slut teased me into throwing a bone." "Well," said mom as she robotically wiggled her finger in my tight cunt, "You certainly can't be blamed for that. Why don't you make the bitch suck you until you cum? You'll be able to piss on the dog-whore after that." "Good thinking," he replied, "unless the little cocksucker ends up liking it." I just loved all of the new pet names for me. It was so naughty to use language like that and even naughtier to use them on me. That made it all the more fun. Anyway, that's just what happened. With Connor's big, red dog prick still up my asshole, and mom still finger fucking me, I gladly sucked off my daddy as soon as his prick came into reach. Soon my dad ordered me to do my brothers as well, since I had gotten them horny from all of my slutty antics. All stood or squatted near my face while I switch between them. Oh, if I only didn't misbehave so much. So I swallowed down all of their spunk (except for Billy, whom I didn't realize it at the time, but he was probably just young to cum) and when I was done, their softening cocks all pissed on me at the same time with dad conducting it all like a maestro. Three stinky yellow piss streams rained all over me (Billy peed with a semi-hard cock). I tried to pretend to just tolerate it, but it actually got me even hornier for some reason and I had to hide my enthusiasm. I was kind of hoping that the dogs would piss on me too, but they never did- not on that day, anyway. Talk about kinky. But that's okay, because some months later, I accidentally saw daddy secretly training them to piss on command. I had a hunch as to why at the time, and sure enough, even today dad makes them piss on me at least every other day or so, often after orgies. After I got used, he would make me lie down and say their names followed by, "piss". Daddy is a good trainer for more than just his daughter. But on that day, it was the humans of the family that covered me in piss. My face, my head, my back, my ass- dad and my brothers really let me have it. Then dad (with little effort) coaxed my mom into squatting over my head, and made me turn my neck so that she got a bomb-drop view of the side my face. Then she pissed on me as well, calling me a slutty fuck-hole. It was then that I first noticed that all piss didn't taste exactly the same- don't ask me why. I don't know how long the dog and I were knotted together like that, but I can tell you one thing; I slept very well that night. I awoke to being fucked by Jake and later by daddy, but I almost slept through both of them. I could barely even open my eyes, and so I just relaxed and let them have their way. I awoke with dried cum in my cunt. My "punishments" continued. The next day I got in trouble for some stupid thing I can't even remember now, and I was tied to the living room recliner naked and on my back. My mom and dad hoisted my legs apart so they were along the arms of the chair and tied them there with thin ropes. Porn was played throughout most of the day (not that my parents condoned it) and anyone who wanted to fuck me simply stepped right up and went to work. My daddy, my brothers- they even let the dogs in and they ate my pussy out endlessly. Because my hands were tied up too, I couldn't even masturbate and it drove me crazy. It takes me a lot longer to cum from getting eaten out than from getting fucked. God, it was great. I was also getting my mouth stuffed with cocks and got face fucked. Whether it was daddy or my brothers, I was sucking dicks like a whore. I was so exhausted when I awoke the next day that I slept in. When I went to get dressed, I couldn't find any panties, shorts, pants, dresses, skirts- nothing. They were all gone from the dresser drawer in my parents' room where we now slept. My parents had a gigantic bed that we all shared and every night since that first time, I would wake up in the AM hours to someone getting fucked- usually me. Then we'd all just go back to sleep. Anyway, I slept naked the night before, so with no bottoms of any kind I knew I was in trouble. Well, fun trouble, anyway. I did have a few shirts still there though, so I thought I'd play along with it. I could have gotten a long shirt, but instead I got the shortest one I could find- one I had outgrown long ago but had never been thrown out. I walked into the living room where everyone sat with only a tight, thin yellow tee- shirt that didn't even come down to my bellybutton. It really showed off my little frame right down to my visibly popping nipples. "Mommy, I can't find any bottoms," I complained. When my brothers started snickering while they looked at each other, I figured they were the ones who had hidden them all. The boys were lounging on the couch in just their underwear, while my mom and dad shared the recliner. They were wearing only loosely fastened robes. Dad looked at me and said, "Damn girl. I got to admit, every time I see that pussy of yours..." he trailed off. Mom dropped her eyebrows at me. "Oh nice job, I can feel your daddy getting hard already. Now you apologize for being such a teasing little slut this very instant, young lady." "I'm sorry I'm such a little slut, daddy," I said playing along. That was the first time I ever called myself a slut and I was surprised to feel a dose of eroticism roll through me when I did. It actually made my little pussy tingle, although I didn't understand why and I didn't care either. I just enjoyed it. "Just look at this," continued my mother as she pulled open my daddy's robe and exposed his swelling prick. She grabbed it and waved it like it was a magic wand she was using on me, "Look what you did." "I didn't mean to." "Well, you did. Now come over here right now, you dirty little girl." It almost felt like my pussy gave me a secret victorious smile. When I was right up on them, she told me I had to give my daddy some relief since I got him in this predicament to begin with. She made me drop to the floor on my knees with my ass poised in the air, and she grabbed the hair on the back of my head. "Open that little slutty mouth of yours," she demanded with a light slap to my cheek. When I did, she pushed my head down and before I knew what was happening, I was engulfing dad's dick in my mouth. She forced my head to bob up and down on it really fast. I nearly gagged, but within a few seconds, I was controlling my own bobbing, although she never did let go of my head. I sucked off my daddy, rolling my tongue around his cockhead as I did, sliding it wherever I thought it might feel good. I had seen mommy do it enough times so that I didn't have much trouble guessing. Daddy moaned, "Uh, uh yes, you little fucking cocksucker... get your daddy off, you preteen slut. You daddy fucker." I guess Jake, my thirteen year old brother, was getting horny just watching. He whined, "Mom... my cock is getting hard too now." Mom gave off an exacerbated sigh. "Now you've gotten you brother horny too. What am I going to do with you? Inconsiderate little..." With my mouth still wrapped around my daddy's member, I muffled out an apology to Jake. "Well, sorry isn't going to keep him from getting blue balls, is it? Come on Jake, honey. Come fuck your sister and get some relief." Now I was sucking off my dad while Jake mounted me from behind. He curled his arms around my midriff and fucked me like he was one of the dogs. His young teen cock worked its way into my cunny on its own from behind and he mindlessly humped away. Finally dad moaned out and shot off in my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it down. Jake still banged me for a few minutes before he finally shot off in my twat. I looked over at little Billy. "You want me to get you off too? I asked him politely. He nodded and I did my best to blow him to orgasm too, but he simply would not cum. As I said before, I didn't realize it at the time that he was probably just too young to blow his wad. But at that moment, it was simply another excuse for mom to punish me when I finally told her that my jaw was too sore to go on. So of course it was entirely my fault. I had a great day of punishments. I was made to get on my elbows and knees where I was tied over a tiny footstool so that my bottom half was aimed upwards, but my top half was touching the carpet, cheek down- arms outstretched. Then an old baton from my early childhood was fished out of my toy box and it was used to keep my knees apart. They tied it to my knees at both ends so my cunt was irresistible to all male members of my family. There I stayed for the next few hours getting fucked by anyone who had a notion, with me apologizing for getting them horny throughout the day. For some reason I was really starting to enjoy that part of my playful punishments more and more. They would make me do something, or show some part of my body that would get someone horny, and then it was all my doing- my fault. Of course, no one really believed that, I'm sure. It was so obvious that I was constantly being set up. But it was also obvious that without me protesting or complaining about the clearly ridiculous things that I was getting blamed for, I was enjoying it too. Well, I guess my echoing screams of pleasure also helped to give it away. With orgasm after orgasm flooding my ten year old body at nearly all hours, how could I complain? Instead I would do what I did that day. I kept my pussy out and got fucked so much that I lost track. I also started learning how to lean into it and fuck back. As for the cherry on the cake of that day, I wasn't let loose until after the dogs were let in to eat- and fuck. Then one day, mom and I started reading porn stories and looking at pictures- just the two of us. It was bonding time for the girls of the family and the guys generally left us alone for it. When the rest of the family was around, she kept up the pretend-punishment thing, rarely neglecting to add in the part about how they didn't condone it but it was necessary for some odd reason. At some point during the story reading and picture gazing, mom noticed I would rub myself differently depending on what the stories and pictures were about. The stories about the girl feebly resisting a seducer were the ones that really got me going. The girl would let him do a few things until the man got out of control. He'd rough her up a bit and force it on her. The stories would usually describe the girl having a powerful and uncontrollable orgasm that blew her mind. This fascinated me. Is that really what happens during a rape? Maybe rape orgasms happen to some and not others, but when it did happen, was it that good? What about me? What would happen if I were fighting a good fuck? As these thoughts buzzed around in my young mind, I would picture what my mom was reading and at first I would start off masturbating slowly, fiddling with this, pinching or flicking that, but after a while I'd be ramming myself hard until I was shouting out in orgasm. Mom told me how she could tell what stories I liked best. I told her that I loved fucking everyone in the family, but me pretending to resist was something that I had never really done and I was curious. I thought about begging not to be punished instead of taking it like a trooper, but why would I realistically start to do that all of the sudden. "I guess it's too late now," I claimed. But she said she could help. "You know," she said, "you have a cousin you've never met on your father's side of the family who's about fifteen. His name is Jeremy. I could call up your uncle and see if they can come down for a visit. Then you could play the resist game." "Really," I said. "How do you know he'd go for it?" "You haven't seen your father's brother since you were a toddler, so you don't remember him. My family may be straight arrows, but don't worry about your daddy's side of the family. Perverted genes run strong there. I caught your Uncle Mike eating your pussy last time he saw you. You were right around two years old at the time." "Really? What'd you do?" "What do you think I did? I let him finish, of course. He had offered to change your diaper, and I left the room for something. When I came back, he was going to town. I waited for him to finish eating you out and jerk off on your face. It's not like it was his fault. A man sees a pussy and he eats it or fucks it- or both. It's only natural. So when they come down, do you want any limits?" "Limits?" "Yeah, like something has gone too far and you want it to stop." I didn't really consider what I was agreeing with, I just said, "No, nothing should stop it," I said. "Nothing, are you sure? No matter what? What if he wants to get really rough? I'm warning you, the perverts on your father's side of the family are really into rough fucking. It's not like he'd kill you or something, but one time your father insisted that I fuck two of his brothers at the same time because I got them so horny when they looked at me, and they were really hardcore." In my inexperienced mind, I figured that the forceful daddy and the doggy fucks I had been getting were about as rough as it could get- well, maybe a little rougher. It was nothing I couldn't handle though. I just wanted to play the resist-him-game at about that level of vigor. Besides, how many other candidates did I have? It just wouldn't seem real enough playing that game with my daddy or brothers because I had already been more than willing to fuck them so many times before. It just wouldn't work. "I'm positive," I said with absolute certainty. "Don't stop it no matter what happens. Whatever I say will just be a part of the 'no' game. Promise you won't stop it?" I said. "Okay, if you're sure, then I'll promise," swore mom. "They've been living at a nudist colony for some time now. I'll set it all up for you, slut. I'll mention to them that you need some practice dating and they have free run with you." "How old did you say my cousin is?" I asked. "Fifteen, I think." That was plenty old enough for a good fucking. I smiled when I thought that his cock was probably somewhere in between the size of my big brother and my daddy. It may be the perfect size. "You just be ready to resist," said mom. "I'll have them driving here from four states away for this sweet stuff in a heartbeat," then she latched onto my cunny, wormed her finger deep inside and wiggled it around. After a moan of surprise and pleasure, I giggled and spread my legs. I couldn't wait. To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 69