Lured from the nest*

“On the day I came of age I let myself be kidnapped voluntarily by one of the men who claimed to be my brothers' father. He had done particularly well for himself on the back of that plausible prestige and I quite literally skipped out of school to slide into his brightly coloured sports car. Back at home my family had planned a surprise party for me, along with those few classmates I could sort of call friends... I never turned up. Instead, I spent the day handing my virginity to four men older than my father on their great, big luxury yacht. I can still remember how proud I was when they called me a 'natural-born cocksucker'. I dedicated myself to learning everything they wanted to do to me. Curling myself into a ball after each one came inside me because they said it 'increased the chances of conception'. I was so certain I was going to get pregnant by one of them off that very first time! They said whichever one it was, they would all pitch in to buy me my own tropical island to live on while they each put another baby in me. They said I was going to be a queen among the elite, with all my children living perfect lives of luxury with me…”

Lucy could almost see and hear the naive, young creature the narrator was describing. The inner foolish child that her angel had hidden away inside. The streetwise urchin who’s life had not allowed such chances to make poor choices was caught understanding precisely how she could have… had the opportunity arisen. Sister Diane’s voice continued, flat and self-pitiless.

“I came home to find my parents sobbing... They'd been worried sick about me. Even that just made me angry. How was I supposed to know they'd planned some stupid party! My pussy was still sore and the taste of cum caught in the back of my throat wasn't quite as delicious as I'd believed it would be. I marched upstairs to slam my bedroom door at them. Little Alex was on the landing, also still awake. She just didn't understand where her big sister had been. I told her she wasn't old enough to understand. That she should stick to her toys and stay out of big-girl's business. Then I spent all night messaging back all the other boys and men who'd been wishing me 'happy birthday'. I'd get round to all of them eventually... I promised myself.

I went back to those old men 3 more times in just that first week. They clearly realised they'd hooked an easy one. I started being ‘introduced’ to other friends. I watched money changing hands while someone's grandfather reassured me that yes, anal was supposed to sting like that… I decided perhaps I should see if anyone else was willing to provide a little boost to my allowance…”

Lucy was so engrossed in the story by now that she hardly noticed that the older woman’s fingers had slipped down between her labia. The slight twinges of sharp pleasure as those slender digits brushed against her clitoris seemed to just punctuate the tale quite naturally. She got the impression that Diane herself wasn’t even aware she was doing it. Her hands were just tools for the exploration of other’s bodies, that was what they did. It was strange how juxtaposed that was against the story of how they became that way.

“Soon it became a regular occurrence for a parade of truly well-to-do families to rent my 'services' for their sons. Like a babysitter... But for young men my own age and up. I was happy to do it! I'd realised by then that this was standard practice for those established families whose prestigious genetics had produced multiple-child families for generation after generation. When they'd exhausted all options within their own ranks they would look for 'new blood' such as me. Outside chances to give a shot in the dark and perhaps earn a baby or two. They had enough money that they could just throw it at me. It made my perfectly comfortable life up until that point look like abject poverty. It made going to school at all seem like a complete waste of time. I spent most of it on the latest in designer skimpy clothing I could wear to attract more clients.

A baby was still the true aim though. It had been more than nine months since I’d earned that first coochful of cream. Until I did pop one out... I was just considered part of the 'help' by this higher class of socialites. Far from the elevated admiration the lower ranks of society had handed out to me. That actually felt good... almost. It felt like I was actually earning my chance to climb the ladder. Some of them would treat me appallingly. Some of their sons would demand I do very strange things... Or dress in embarrassing outfits. Decorate myself as one of their favourite camsluts or popstars and let them play out whatever fantasies they had about them. I would just smile and agree to anything. This was my big chance after all... I wasn't going to waste it. I was a young entrepreneur on my way to greatness. A professional courtesan just like those sleek, fast-talking heroines of the silver screen. All I needed was to catch my first swollen belly from some heir to grand estates. Sometimes I had so many appointments in a day I could almost feel it happening. Sense all the swirling loads of stranger's cum sloshing around my insides. Clearly drenching my ovaries with all those plucky, wriggling sperm. It was only a matter of time. Time and a few more gasping moments spent with my legs spread wide and waggling...