3 Weeks Later (Ashley POV)

Present Day

"HUUAAAHH!!!"

My cries bounce against the walls and hit my eardrums. The screeches are loud but my attention remains on the sensations causing them.

I jerk and twist as the toy lodged in my pussy continues to have its way with me. The relentless vibrations show no sympathy for my exhaustion.

My hands try to jolt downward in hopes to remove it. However they are stopped by the restraints wrapped around my wrists. To my dismay my arms remain raised above my head.

"OHHH FUUUCK!" My screams continue to fill the room.

A bead of sweat leaks through my forehead while I struggle against my bondage. The droplet falls and causes my nose to itch. It only bothers me for half a second before a moan is **** out of my mouth. Then my mind goes blank as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

Instinct forces my knees to pull in toward my crotch. I am instantly reminded of the rope tied around my ankles that keeps my legs spread wide.

"AAAAHHHH!" I scream out as I submit to the toy.

I am pretty sure this is my 10th time cumming today. Although my capability to keep track has been long gone.

What I do know for certain is that this many consecutive orgasms makes the 10th feel like the 100th. The speed of my eyes rolling to the back of my head proved that.

Upon returning to their natural position, I start having a **** need to feel like anything more than a sex doll. I attempt to get a hold of my surrounding to prove to myself that I am indeed a person.

Sadly, the blindfold secured around my eyes make that impossible. I have been looking at nothing but a pitch-black void this whole time.

I finally begin to settle down and my screams turn into whimpers. The buzz of the dildo vibrating in my pussy is now the loudest sound in the room.

"Alright times up Ashley." Mother's calm voice calls out from the right side of the room. I lift my head to acknowledge her but I am too worn out to respond.

The sound of footsteps grow louder as they move towards me. I feel hands tug at the knot securing my blindfold and it starts to unravel. The cover is pulled off my eyes but I can't see quite yet as the sudden exposure of light is too much to handle.

"John may be out for a little while but that doesn't mean you're off the hook." Although I can make out her words, the light and dildo leave me confused to understand her.

A sense of relief hits me when I feel her slide the dildo out of my pussy. I thanked God for freeing me from the constant vibrations.

"Do you remember the list we went over last night?" I can understand what she is saying for the first time. Although I chose to get my bearings over responding to her.

My eyes adjust and I begin to think strait. At first I am overjoyed to escape my orgasmic sedation. Then my happiness quickly fades when I scan my surroundings.

The first thing I notice is that I am sitting at the top of a bed, slightly leaning back. Then I realize I am completely naked. I look down at the foot of the bed and my eyes bulge.

Two leather straps are wrapped around the far sides of the bed frame. Shackles of the same material are locked around my ankles, causing my legs to spread wide. My arms suddenly feel sore upon realizing a strap atop the headboard is keeping them raised above my head.

"Wha- where am I?" I mutter while looking at Mom with a frightened expression. At this point I am thinking that I haven't woken up, only slipped from one nightmare to another.

Mom takes a seat on the bed beside me. Being taller than average, she appears to tower over me. Our height difference is also exaggerated by the angle at which I'm sitting.

She's wearing her typical clothes for hanging around the house. A turquoise T-shirt and a pair of black leggings. The shirt didn't show any cleavage but there was only so much she could do to hide her massive chest. She was also blessed with a bottom just as full. The way her ass stretched her leggings when sitting down made them look like they could burst any second.

A confused look spreads across her face for a second before she flashes me a warm smile.

"We'll you're in your brother's 'Fuck Shack' honey. Where else would you be?" Mom said in a reassuring tone.

I tilt my head in confusion to what she's saying.

"I don't blame you for feeling a little fuzzy. The nights John has you sleep in this bed always result in a rough morning. You know, with the 5 am to 10 am cunt training and all."

My eyes widen as all the gaps in my knowledge are suddenly filled in upon hearing her response.

Past (Memories)

My brother John turned 18 three weeks ago. Mom got me to reluctantly agree to give him a striptease as a birthday present. However, she didn't tell me what else she was planning on giving him. My own Mother granted John ownership of her daughter as his property and sex ****.

He fucked me for almost 24 hours strait from the moment I was his. By the time he was done I was reduced to an **** pile of cum covered meat. Just thinking about it makes me have flash backs.

This time it's a moment from one of the many hours we spent in doggy style. It was closer to the beginning so I was still coherent.

"Better get use to having your holes stuffed sis. Cause I'm taking you to pound town and you're not leaving any time soon!" He growled while leaning forward and placing his head over my shoulder.

He pressed his mouth against my ear to ensure I heard through my hair. He viciously bucked his hips into me when he felt the message was received loud and clear. It sent me into a cumming frenzy.

"Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!" My mind cuts to a flashback of the day after his birthday. I purse my lips at the memory of John fucking my face.

My dear brother, now master, decided I should spend the entire day with his cock in my mouth. Whenever he was horny he grabbed my head and rammed his dick down my throat until he came. It didn't end there as I had to keep it in my mouth even when it was flaccid.

Never allowed to take his cock out for even a second, I was **** to awkwardly shuffle on my knees whenever he wanted to walk. I remember when he paraded me into the kitchen because he wanted a snack. Mom was sitting at the table as we waddled past her.

I was torn between feeling humiliated or betrayed as she just looked down at me and smiled. However, I landed on anger when she started chatting with John.

"I see you're enjoying your present baby." She said while gesturing at my filled mouth.

"It's the best gift ever Mom! Thanks for being so cool about me stuffing Ash full of cock out in the open like this!" John cheered as he pat my head.

I grunted in disapproval as they made small talk around degrading me. I tuned it out until something set off my panic alarms.

"One sec, Mom. I gotta pee." was all he said before my mouth was filling with hot piss.

I was amazed at the fact that I didn't puke after chugging his piss. Mom just watched as if the whole thing was totally normal. She even walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek as she headed out of the kitchen.

In the following days my life has been nothing but whirlwind of my brother's fantasies. Every waking moment at the beck and call of my brothers sexual desires.

It was clear he had no trouble slipping into the roll of my master. He quickly pushed whatever boundaries he thought was there. Turns out there where none.

A couple days into our new lifestyle John asked Mom if she would consider buying him some 'accessories' to go along with his birthday gift/sex **** sister. Naturally, she thought it was a great idea. So our mother popped off the couch and strutted out the door to by her son sex toys to use on his sister.

John was fucking me on the couch when she returned. My jaw dropped as Mom walked through the door with a gigantic plastic bag in each hand. I could tell John was just as surprised when he stopped humping.

"Hi honey! I wasn't sure what you'd like so I just filled my cart. I figured its better to have more than less."

With a giddy smile mom walked up to us and placed the bags on the table. John started to rummage through what looked like a sexual treasure chest. There were all sorts of dildos, butt plugs, hand cuffs and more. All of which came in different shapes and sizes. I noticed there were a couple bottles of lube. I couldn't believe our penny pinching Mom spent all that money.

"This is perfect! Thanks Mom!" John yelped while holding up a cock shaped dildo.

"You're welcome sweetie. I have more bags in the car. Could you help me with them?" She asked as if they where nothing more than just bags of groceries.

Our house became littered with sex toys after that. You couldn't walk into a room without spotting at least six laying around. Mom was unbothered as usual, even offering to run the ones John used on me in the dishwasher when he was done with them.

This is when my brother got really creative. I thought I had seen the full extent of my brother's imagination after he peed in my mouth. I was proven wrong when he approached me with an idea for a new 'sport'.

"C'mon two more laps!" John barked at me when I passed by him.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it coach! It's slipping!" I squealed in desperation.

"Hustle, Ash! Keep that butthole squeezed tight!" He cheered while clapping his hands.

He named his ridiculous sport 'Rectum Running'. It involves lathering my asshole in lube and using an equally soaked dildo to plug it. The rules created require a dildo to be at least 14 inches long for it to be considered legal. I would get as much as I could in my ass and the rest would hang out.

The objective this bizarre game is to walk ten laps around the living room and kitchen as fast as possible. What made it really difficult was having to keep my feet a little more than shoulder width apart. That required me to clench my asshole tight in order to keep the dildo from falling out.

"I'm clenching coach! But I don't think my booty can hold it!" I call out as I waddle into the kitchen. The majority of the dildo hangs out of my ass, flopping around with each step.

Eventually, my brother found a favorite amongst the various toys he had me try. It was a thick, purple, dildo that was made of rubber. Since the material wasn't stiff, it would wobble when shaken. Apparently, John enjoyed seeing it flop around as it hung out of my asshole. It wasn't long before he proclaimed it the 'official Rectum running toy'.

Managing to round the kitchen, I return to the living room where John is standing. He loves to role play as my 'coach' whenever we have 'Rectum Running practice'.

Whenever we have 'practice' or 'meets', he puts on an orange track suit and wears a white sweatband on his head. A whistle hangs around his neck while a stop watch is secured in his hand.

"Last lap! Don't you dare take a rubber dookie now!" he hollered.

John was of course using the 'official term' for letting the dildo slip out onto the floor. My face scrunches as I clench my asshole with every ounce of energy I have left.

The penalty for 'taking a rubber dookie' is adding an additional lap. He says the punishment's only purpose is to affect my score. For me, it's extending the embarrassment I feel while playing his dumb game that I find the worst. It's the real reason why I desperately try not to let the toy slip out.

Somehow, I manage to make it with about two inches left inside of me. Immediately after crossing the finish line, my asshole gives out and releases the dildo. Then I collapse from exhaustion at John's feet .

"This run was a little shaky but you're improving overall. Plus, I'm starting to really feel the difference when I pound your pooper." John says while examining his stopwatch.

"Thanks, coach. I've been working really hard to cut down my rubber dookies. Getting the floppy-cock-turd up my butthole those few extra inches has been upping my grip game."

I hate having to play along with his bizarre terminology.

My brother looks down at me and says "Thats enough for today, head up to the fuck shack."

"Yes coach." I say before picking myself up and slowly heading upstairs. Then I enter 'John's Fuck Shack'.

What I used to call my bedroom has been transformed into a sex dungeon. This is where the majority of the sex toys were stored. The shelves are stacked with dildos, plugs, and vibrators galore.

All of my decor has been replaced with large posters of different things John has made me do. One poster is his dick laid out on my face. Holding my face tilted up to serve as a platter, his balls are displayed smearing across my mouth while his resting shaft reaches up to my forehead.

Another showcases John fucking me in doggy style. I'm wearing a dog-ears headband and a collar around my neck. My brother's upper body is out of frame, but you can see he's holding onto a leash clipped to the collar.

Finally, the largest picture was taken from a Rectum Running practice. It shows me wearing a loose sport's penny and nothing else. The infamous purple dildo hangs out of my ass from between my hands, which are desperately mashing my asscheeks together.

The room is littered with cum stained tissues. A sex swing has been installed where my vanity mirror use to rest. My TV managed to remain but everything is blocked besides various videos of John using me and porn sites for studying new techniques.

"One!- Butt Fuck!... Two- Butt Fuck!... Three- Butt Fuck!..." I heard my voice blasting through the speakers when I reached the bedroom.

The screen was playing a recording from one of my 'practices". John had me squatting down onto a dildo that was lined up with my asshole. When it was lodged in far enough, I clenched my muscles to grip it. Then I stood up, lifting the dildo with my asshole, and counted before lowering myself to release the toy and repeat the process.

"Coaching your sister's asshole looks exhausting, John. Here, have some orange slices!"

Mom walked into frame looking like a little-league parent bringing the players half time snacks. She stoped beside me and she handed the plate to John, who's stationed behind the camera. Then they proceeded to have a conversation. Only Mom's voice was picked up in the recording.

"Wow, you've got Ashley looking like a professional butt-slut. I can't wait to see her next run.......... You wan't me to referee? Of course, baby. I'd love to make it feel more official for you... Yes, I'm sure I can get that kind of shirt from the sporting goods store.... Cut it so my tits are hanging out?....... Well if thats the Rectum Running regulations standard, I'll do it!"

Cringing at the video, I turned my head to the back of the room. The bed's sheets lay crumpled together at the center of the bed. Cum and squirt stains are splattered throughout the mattress. It caused the room to constantly smell of dirty sex.

Finally the piece of resistance is the giant sign nailed over the bed. It says 'John's Fuck Shack' in bold, red, font.

Present Day

The memory of being sent up to the fuck shack reminds me of where I currently am. Suddenly I snap back to reality.

"Did you hear what I said?" Mom says as I start to pay attention again.

"Umm, no. Sorry." I responded.

She sighed and held a sheet of paper up to my face.

"Your brother isn't going to be out for long and you have a lot to do before he gets back." Her warmth has been replaced by a stern tone.

I look at the paper and see a laundry list of different tasks across the page. My arms and legs start to really feel sore from the restraints.

"Now I suggest you start by cleaning your butthole with your toothbrush and toothpaste." She says while releasing my ankles from their shackles.

Then she gets to my arms which plop down at my sides the moment they are freed. I am finally able to properly lay down for the first time in forever.

Mom gets up and starts to head to the door. Before leaving she stops and turns back. A frown spreads across her face when she sees I haven't gotten up.

"Come on young lady! Get up and go stick your toothbrush in that butthole! Chop Chop!" My Mother yells at me. She clapped her hands twice to emphasize the 'chop chop'.

I scramble to my feet and start to power walk in her direction yelping "Yes ma'am!" in fear.

When I reach the door, Mom steps aside to let me through. I take one step into the hall and then I feel a hard smack land on my ass.

"Move it!" she seems more like a drill sergeant than a mother.

I pick up the pace and march down the hall towards the bathroom. Then Mother's raised voice echo's into my ears.

"Your butthole better be minty fresh! You know how your brother likes to feel that cool sensation on his cock!"

That was the last thing I hear before closing the bathroom door behind me.