One who brings disaster*

So I lived with them... for a little while. I helped around the house, washed their dirty laundry... And let any of them fuck me whenever they wanted. It became quite hard to get any of the chores done, in fact. My presence seemed to give the various sons and fathers of the house even greater encouragement not to go out into the world. They soon found out that they could use me in any way they saw fit, play out any hidden fantasy, and I wouldn't even question it. I'd done it all before. My body was tried and tested beyond anything these tame suburbanites could come up with... The games got darker. More experimental. It was as if my very existence just lured people in to want to do unspeakable things to me.

All the way through my life, those who've claimed me have commented how innocent I look. How pure and untarnished. How... Angelic. Somehow that always seems to draw out the devils in them... And by then I had already worked out how much I liked finding out what dirty, twisted things they would come up with. I wasn't just being used anymore... If I ever truly had been. I was using them to find myself new and exciting forms of ****. Nothing made me happier than knowing that a delicate little quiver in my glance one morning would result in me being sodomised with a rolling pin by noon.

The woman who had taken me in started to look at me differently. She too had joined in with the little 'games' they played with me from time to time... But now she seemed to be always on a short fuse around me. She'd come home from a long day at work and find all her boys crowded around me, watching in fascination as I bucked and shrieked... With a home-made electric-shock kit attached to my nipples and vulva. She'd huff as another quiet family meal ended up with me being sprawled across the table and fucked in three holes; scattering the place mats and leftover glasses everywhere. I could tell I was upsetting her... but some small, hidden part of me was pleased. She'd had such a perfect life. Everything I'd wanted. Why should I not wring a little of my own twisted joy out of her paradise?

It was the **** that finally swung it. Stimulants and aphrodisiacs that were both extremely potent and considerably illegal. The older men and women from my past had utilised them near continuously. To allow a man of growing years to keep an erection for hours upon hours, pumping away into much fresher prey and cumming in them again and again. Or to make said female utterly overloaded with sensory bliss, scorching her nerves with every hint of friction against her tender areas. I had recognised some contacts from my past on my grocery trips through the neighbourhood. It had been simple enough to instruct one or two of the boys what they might like to ask for, while their mom was away on a working holiday. They were instantly hooked. Throwing the things back day and night so they could just keep ploughing me and ploughing me. I spent two weeks in an absolute haze of erotically-charged overload… Unable to even comprehend a world beyond the sparking nerves beneath my skin and the bucking shafts burrowing into me… The house must have been half destroyed by our endless tornado of lovemaking. Every wall and surface used only as leverage to slam me against... I woke up to find myself back out on the streets again. My hostess had had enough. She had come home to a crime scene worse than any she had witnessed before. Had had to book her oldest son into rehab and her youngest into therapy. She blamed me for tearing her household apart. I was the wolf in sheep's clothing who had brought all this down upon them…”