Mila's side.

Since my mother died years ago my father changed. He started drinking a lot - left sometimes for days to spend what little money he made from his job on women and gambling. About a year ago he started hitting me when he was drunk, before one fateful night when he couldn't even pay the village whore for sex, his gaze found me. I knew I never had a good figure, malnourishment and genetics left me with a small, lither body.

But my father didn't care, hitting and threatening me before demanding I please him with my hands and mouth. Of course, I thought about fighting against it at first, but what could I have done? I was still young at the time, running away wasn't an option. Expect for picking some herbs from time to time I didn't have any practical skills, even if I made the journey to the next town without being caught I could at best sell my body.

So I did as I was told, from that day forward I would give my father handjobs and blowjobs whenever he demanded it. First, I cried a lot when it happened, but after a few solid hits from the man, I stopped making any noise, trying to ignore my actions and thinking about a better future. But soon it wasn't enough. My father probably thought about taking my virginity, but wouldn't go through with it, coming into my room one night to stick it in my ass instead.

I remember the day like it was yesterday, waking up to the pain, the image of my father leaning over my naked body and rutting away. He didn't even register that I was awake and crying the whole time, finishing within minutes and falling asleep atop of me, only to be gone the next morning, not speaking about it when I saw him again in the kitchen at breakfast.

But our dynamic changed again after that, him using my ass more often than not instead of my hands or mouth, sometimes when I was cooking, cleaning, or when we were having a meal. Often sneaking into my room drunk to do it in my sleep, I grew numb to it soon enough. This would go on for another few months before my situation changed, again.

My father didn't have enough money for all the **** - and he was losing more than winning while gambling, that much I knew. But what caused me to despair was that he took a loan from the mayor, which instead of getting smaller, only got bigger and bigger the more he needed with time.

Soon even the mayor realized that he wouldn't get his money back. Then the visits started. I don't know what kind of deal my father made, but one night the mayor, a rather fat middle-aged man, was on top of me when I woke up. I wanted to scream at the time, but his hand was already over my mouth silencing any attempt.

"Everything but your virginity, that's the deal I have with your father, so be a good girl and keep quiet!"

The man grunted while putting his cock into my ass, tears already forming in my eyes. He took way longer than my father, fucking me for over half an hour before pulling out and cumming all over my body, instantly getting up and leaving afterward without a single word. After that night it would be either my father or the mayor in my bed, every single day.

"My son Dave will be a knight in the future, you will become his maid and do whatever he requires you to do. Your father sold you to me, you will move in with my son and offer him your virginity when the time comes, this will be my gift for his achievements."

One day the mayor told me what would happen in the future while fucking me, but by that point, I didn't care that much. The constant **** and beatings took a toll on me, my cheerful facade slowly crumbling. I even thought about ending my life, but I was too much of a coward for that last step. Then the beasts attacked. My neighbor Jack's parents died and I really hoped they would get my father and the mayor, too. But I wasn't that lucky, instead, I needed something to keep my mind from going to even darker places.

Jack was always a friendly guy, so I plastered my best fake smile on and started to visit him, maybe consoling someone will make me feel better, too.