Mom's old bikini

Damian pulled Lilian through the halls, stopping her right outside his door. He made he wait out there, dripping with more than one kind of wetness while he brought her something to wear.

Her mind drifted to the name he had called her, a 'perverted piece of trash'....

It sounded so filthy but she couldn't help but touch herself thinking about it. She'd always been treated with respect in this house and now her own brother saw her as equal to the garbage.

She was discussed with herself in ways she'd never imagined, but she wouldn't ever want things to go back to the way they were.

Her brother open the door and she didn't stop touching herself, hoping that he would keep saying filthy things about her. Instead of giving her what she thought she wanted, he gave her what she needed.

Taking her hand in a painful grip he pulled it away from her pussy and slapped her across the face. She could tell he'd held back but it still hurt more than any words could.

"A good **** doesn't touch herself without permission." He said coldly, her hand still in his grip.

"I'm so sorry master, I just couldn't help myself!"

"Don't make me punish you, just be a good girl and out this on."

He passed her two pieces of fabric and it took her a moment to realise what they were. It was a two piece swimsuit, but more specifically it was her mothers old one! A set she had only worn once because of how sinfully exposing it had turned out to be.

It was a hot pink string bikini that their mother swore looked bigger in the pictures. Still despite her complaining she still wore it out to the beach.

Lilian remembered being jealous of her mother for getting to wear it. Especially as she seemed to get a lot more attention that day. She'd always wanted to wear something that would let her make friends so easily, but now looking at the hunger in her brothers eyes she wondered if it was something else those men were after.

"Where did you get this? She hasn't worn it in years?"

"I've already warned you about questions, now put it on so we can continue your training."

His voice was ao commanding and her body was aching to obey. She bent down and pulled the bottoms up her shaking legs. As she brought them up she noticed the crusty layer of something that covered the inside.

She could feel it press against her freshly shaved flesh and it sens a new wave of shiveres throught out her body. Wearing her own mother's old and soiled bikini was a rush, especially with how tight it was on her.

She didn't remember being this tight when her mother wore it, had Damian tampered with the fitting or had it simply shrunk over time? Whatever the case it was digging into her now, hiding in between the folds of her pussy and providing almost no coverage. On her backside it looked as if she wasn't wearing anything. Should she bend over or spead her ass cheeks, her tight asshole would be visible behind the small length of string.

The top wasn't as stained as the bottoms, but proved to be just as tight. Pulling against her chest it felt like the string tie might snap off at any moment. The small triangles that covered her dug in deep against her boobs. Ostensibly they were there to hid her nipples, with with out tight it was and how hard they were, the full outline was perfectly visible.

"Can... can I see how I look master?"

"Stand still and I can put on the finishing touch."

She watched as he pulled out the marker and brought it to her left brest. He gripped onto it tight with on hand as the other pressed the cold marker against her skin. So focused on the sensation Lilian failed to notice she had begun drooling, a drip of spit dripping down onto her chest.

Stepping back after marking her Damian pulled out her phone and had Lilian pose. He had her press her arms into her chest, further emphasising them. Her hands giving off peace signs either side if her head while she stuck her tongue out playfully.

looking back st the picture she hardly recoginised herself, the girl staring back looked so much more confident than she was. With her tongue out, spit on her chest and her left boob marked as "Damian's slut" she didn't feel worthy of any respect.

"You look like a bigger slut than she did while wearing this." Damian said with awe.

"A slut is something men want right?"

"A slut is something ever man wants, even if they won't admit it. Dad would say he doesn't want a slut for a wife but you heard how loud they were the night after she wore this."

A vague memory came back to her, of being kept awake by loud scary noises. Had her father just been treating her mother like Damian was doing now?

Was how she was acting now truly what men would want from her? Damian thought so, as did her father and her mother had told everyone she'd returned the bikini. She must have lied, keeping it because she knew it was what men really wanted from her.

"I've made up my mind then." Lilian declared, handing back the phone.

"I want you to teach me how to be a slut."