No [ Kassandra ]

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I wake to the harsh slap on the side of my face. As my eyes flutter, her voice cuts through before I can see her clearly. My best friend, Kassandra, “Wake up, fag!”

Then a harsh yank of my hair and I gasp in pain, and her hips slam forward, thrusting her thick cock down my throat and slapping her balls against my eyes. I twitch and jerk my hands up to her hips, but jerk when she punches me in the nuts.

“Your god showed me the video and said I'm like the sister he never had, so I get free use of you anytime I want it, faggot!” she snarls at me lustfully, and my mind immediately snaps to submission. I swallow around her cock as she hammers it in.

The mention of my god's will makes my body fall limp in submission, and I moan for her pleasure as my best friend's cock slams down my throat. One hand splays against my chest, flexing as her hips sway backward, then hammer back in again.

“Yea, that's right, faggot!” she sneers with triumph and arousal, punching me in the balls and moaning in pleasure as she feels me choke and gag on her cock, groaning loudly in pain, “Take that cock, you fucking fag! Only good for one thing!”

“This is for not telling me sooner that you're not gay or queer, you're just a faggot cum-dump!” she sneers, hitting me in the balls again. My body jerks helplessly, spasming as I cough around her cock violently, vibrating her rod as I yelp on it.

“This is all you're good for, isn't it?!” she snarls lustfully as while slamming her cock down my throat violently, “Nothing but a fucking stupid mindless whore! Just a living fucking sleeve for cocks!” I moan softly in reprogrammed confirmation.

“Fuck! No hesitation in admission at all!” she hisses, pulling her hips back, “Say it, faggot!” Her words aren't loud, it's the middle of the night, but they're demanding.

“I'm nothing but a brainless fag, my mouth only exists to take co-mmph!” her cock cuts me off as she thrusts it back down my throat. I groan on her cock immediately and resume sucking as her balls slap against my eyelids.

“Fucking right this is all you're good for!” she snarls with arousal, struggling to stay quiet while using me as she sees fit, “Don't ever talk to me again, this is all your mouth's for, faggot!” I moan in brainwashed submission on her thick rod.

It hurts a little, hearing her describe me like that, but my self-reprogramming doesn't allow me to question it or deny it: my little brother is my god, and my god has declared this is what I am. I couldn't ask for better treatment if I wanted to.

I know this is what I deserve, so I don't want to ask for better because I'd only deserve to be told no and fucked nastily for daring ask. Now Kassandra knows it, too, and she's using me precisely as I deserve to be used, with no care at all for me.