Chapter 70

You remained lying, naked, upon the bed of your childhood. A few moments more peace… to enjoy the gentle cooling down of your body after it had been put through its paces. The slow tightening of a back door more than used to being **** open by visiting guests. The dribble of the latest deposit of housewarming gifts, trickling down your perineum. You'd come to enjoy these quiet moments of aftermath almost as much as the thudding pleasures before them. It was nice to have a moment's peace to really wallow in the degradation of it all. To feel your muscles ache with the draining rivers of adrenaline, yet recognise your still fluttering heart wanted nothing more than to have it start all over again.

It was these moments, really, that confirmed to you time and time again… What you were and what you wanted. Where any sensible person would surely just be disgusted with themself and relieved it was all over; You were left daydreaming of maybe just a little bit more. Wondering whether the breaking sun might have drawn in a few more customers yet. You'd been made a whore by circumstance, perhaps… but you were a slut by simple nature. Even if you had stayed in this awful house, chasing your parent's half-assed assumptions that you would just follow in their footsteps. Surely you would have one day ended up in some very similar fashion. Being used and abused as only you should be. It was difficult to imagine anything else. How could you possibly survive without a steady influx of cock and humiliation?

There were voices in the corridor. You recognised the shrill excitedness of your previous company, and the gruff, jovial tones of Skeg. He did so like to mingle with the customers face to face. Ask them how much they'd enjoyed screwing his 'little collection'. If anything, it was his greatest skill as a businessman… how he could so easily put people at ease talking about the sordid details of his enterprise. The gap-toothed, tobacco-smelling old man chatted away so casually about which of you had the tightest anus or squealed the cutest when spanked… that it just seemed to make it all quite legitimate. A friendly, local business that everyone could get behind. Clearly he didn't think he or his customers were doing anything wrong, so why should they? Everyone was just having a wonderful time sharing a hobby they enjoyed…

He came in. You felt a pressure on the bedsprings and knew what you were about to receive seconds before it shoved its way on into your rectum. To be honest, Skeg's phallus was more like a warm bath than anything else by now. A common, comforting sign of home. He had fucked you so often since first taking you and your step-sibling under his roof all those years ago, that your body knew every vein of his shaft and rhythm of his thrusts. You woke up every morning to him or his friends screwing you and fell asleep to much the same set of sensations. Where customers tended to bring rampant enthusiasm and new shapes and sizes of implement… being pounded by one of your 'friends' barely even registered as a mark in your day anymore.

"I knew you were going to be my big moneymaker, right from the start!"

The old man proudly informed you, his breath already catching a little with the exertion.

"That Sis of yours was the lucky break, an' plentya fun… but when you walked in in that little school skirt with them big wide eyes… I knew everybody was gonna want a piece of that!"

The memory flashed up in your mind from your own angle: The little teen schoolboy wearing his step-sister’s uniform and underwear, looking up into an oh-so hungry stare. You supposed you'd also known, even then… that here was a predator who was going to consume all of you. Turn you into whatever he wanted you to be and toss you into the cage with all the other horny sharks and hounds. Yet you had crossed over the threshold anyway, and never really looked back.

"An now I'm usin' Mayor-cum for lube!" Skeg's awe and pride in this disgusting fact was palpable in his voice. "He's booked in to come screw you once a week with that freaky daughter of his. Even said he'd send a few other important friends our way! This is it, my little fuckbubble! We're hitting the big time! 'Fore long your ass's gonna be full've fancy folks and politicians, dawn till dusk…"

He was filled with childish glee and vigour at the prospect, which was made all the more apparent by the swell of the man's erection inside of you. He really couldn't seem to contain the excitement of this perceived step up the social ladder, ejaculating far sooner than he normally would simply upon the idea of his plans coming to fruition.

You yourself, however… were not so convinced. You were more familiar with the way the wealthy liked to holiday in the gutter. Playing idly with the ambitions of men like Skeg and then just as quickly growing bored and moving on to some new game. How long would a Mayor really want to spend shoving himself into you in front of his daughter’s eager gaze? How quickly would she try to escalate things toward what was clearly her real desire? All of these new complications were playing around you, and yet… at the end of the day: You supposed all you really had to do was take the cocks that were offered to you. It was as simple as that.