A warm awakening*

Chastity woke up to the odd sensation of being rained on indoors. It was only a few stray splashes… but the liquid felt warm, and weirdly viscous. Instinctively wiping away a globule that fell worryingly close to her eye, she opened those portals to see another cock swaying far above… just in time to spot its last spurt pour down upon her and splash across her chest.

She was still lying on the dirty mattress in the middle of the commune's main room, but the space beside her was conspicuously empty. The girl was fairly certain she had been woken up several more times over the course of the night, by 'Brothers' coming to pay a visit to her mother. However she had returned to sleep quite quickly for the most part… exhausted by all the rapidfire happenstances of the last few days. She began to ask the masked man standing over her:

"Hey, do you know where my Ma i-?"

...But he had already zipped up his fly and walked away.

Sitting up on her arms to look around, Chastity felt more of the stuff begin to dribble down from her chin and into the valley between her pert, little breasts. It would seem he hadn't been the only one to visit her with such a deposit this morning… She shuddered a little to think of these strange men, standing over her while she slept and stroking themselves until they spilled out onto her unconscious form. Bringing the globule still stuck to her finger up to sniff, she was once again overpowered by the thick scent of it. Acknowledging that she was covered in the stuff, both from last night and a fresh load this morning, sent a blast of nausea right to the back of her throat. Yet, remembering Father's words on its importance, the diligent teen resisted any urge to begin casting it off herself. She made do with trying to rub it into her skin a little instead… it behaved a little like moisturizer after all, and did seem to thin out into a less-gloopy, glistening layer.

A vague clatter and murmur drew itself to the teen's attention, coming from one of the doorways at the far end of the room. Getting up, she tentatively made her way toward this. Peeking through the opening she saw a tiled kitchen area, dominated mostly by a large dining table and accompanying chairs. Several of the masked brothers were sat around this, digging in to plates of cooked breakfast.

The nearest chair, the head of the table, was occupied by Father. The dark haired man seemed to know she was there the instant arrived, turning that permanently-affixed smile her way.

"Ah, our sleeping princess finally appears." He said, the slight chiding obvious in his voice. "You've left your dear mother to do all the cooking this morning! That's quite cruel after the night I'm sure she's had…"

The man punctuated this point by bringing a hand companionly down upon the bare rear of the woman in question. Who was currently bent over the stove beside him in nothing but an apron. She turned to smile warmly at Chastity's arrival. Slight bags indeed visible under her eyes, but honey in her voice. "Oh, forgive her Father… this is all still new to her..."

She turned quickly back to a overly-sizzling frying pan. "I don't mind cooking for you boys at all… there'll have to be a few more of you before I'm overwhelmed!"

The saucy little wink and shake of her hips that the woman gave upon saying this was so unlike her mother… that it possibly scared Chastity more than anything else that had occurred up to this point. Just what had happened over the last year that had changed her so thoroughly… and how had Chastity not noticed it until now? The girl half-curled herself around the doorframe to hide from this new reality. But Father was already gesturing for her to come forward. She could not refuse.