Falling from grace*

"Things got worse at home, I was barely ever there after all. School had un-enrolled me, I was of age after all… attendance wasn't mandatory. I spent every night in some spoiled rich kid's bed, trying to ignore their snoring and wondering what time I'd wake up to find them already fucking me. I'd sneak in through my own window, just to grab a shower and a change of clothes before my next appointment. If me and Mom even sensed each other's presence… Another screaming argument was sure to ensue. Dad would just try to feed me… he kept saying I looked so thin… I guess a diet of mostly just cum drains your appetite, but doesn't grant many nutrients. The twins were just fed up with me, they loved their darling momma too much. Only little Alex ever seemed to just want me to be around more. I'd play dolls with her when I could… Until my phone started buzzing again.

But still the little plastic strips I peed on every morning came up clear and disappointing. I must have fucked near to 100 potential fathers in two years of whoring myself out and still had nothing to show for it. My clients began to fade away... to lose interest. A new batch of fresh teen candidates had arrived, their wombs full of possible potential. Even those young bachelors who had professed to love me for more than just my willingness to play their little sex games started to stop answering my calls. Doors were slammed in my face. I was dragged out of boys beds by their fathers and thrown naked into the street. What use was I to them if I hadn’t inherited my mother’s fruitfulness? Why had they showered me with all those gifts and payments?

Soon it was only those who were attracted to my pliability who called me over. Those who found that other girls would refuse their… very specific desires. Yet even they seemed to communicate with each other about the ‘value’ of my services. They would pay me less and less… but still I would keep coming. Where else was I to go? I was still too proud and ashamed to go crawling back home. I let them fuck me and humiliate me. Tie me up in chains and drag me around in public in front of their friends. Show me off to their ‘real’ girlfriends as a joke and a whipping girl. I remember being made to lick the pussy of a girl who could have been myself just a few months before. Suddenly I found a sharp taste in my mouth and realised she was pissing on me. She laughed cruelly, as did the boy who was paying me. I was ordered to lick her clean afterward. I did so… hiding the tears in my eyes. She tasted sweet. I remember that so clearly and bitterly. She tasted sweet and I couldn’t hate her. They wanted to try spanking me with a belt and I offered my ass again after every strike.

I realised then how far I had gone. I never went back home again. The pair of them fucked on top of me then sent me on my way, neglecting to give me any clothes. I walked for miles through the blazing sun… remembering every time that leather strip had hit me… I had liked it. That was what had confused me the most. I was utterly miserable. My hopes and dreams had all been smashed, one by one. Then some inbred moron and his jumped up hussy had used me as a human urinal and beaten my asscheeks raw… and it had made me want nothing more than to crawl back to them and ask for some more. I would never be a rich socialite, mother to a horde of spoiled children. I would never live in luxury, dressed every day in the finest silken lingerie. I was broken. I was tired. I was horny. And, somehow that seemed to just make everything simpler.

My feet took me on their own. I only followed as a shadow. Up to the step of one grand old door I hadn’t visited for years now. I knew he’d be in. I knew he’d know what to do with me."