Warning: This story contains references to incest, non-consent, bi-sexuality and submissive behavior. If any of these subjects offends you, I urge you to move on to a story that may be more to your liking.
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This is the third in a series of stories about my life as a submissive slut. It is my intention to take you step by step into the events of my life that led me this way and the many joys and pains I have endured over the years. I have read many stories at Literotica©, and with permission, I have been allowed to share my story. I would greatly appreciate your feedback or thoughts. I promise to answer every feedback that has an e-mail address.
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For those of you falling behind (shame on you), my first two stories were the beginning of my life as a submissive. They covered the first night and the many experiences and the decision I had to make. From there, things only got more interesting.
As I soon found out, my sister Tammy did not like giving blow jobs or doing anal. As such, they were the two things I found myself doing the most for her husband, Bobby. It was a bit strange at first. Bobby would just walk up to me and unzip his pants and say, “suck me off.” I say strange at first because after a week of sucking him off every day, I grew used to it.
Tammy had her own agenda too, and loved for me to do nothing but go down on her until she had her orgasm too. I still remember fondly when she would call me to her and with me licking between her legs, she would smoke a cigarette, moan, and writhe on the bed or couch or where ever she was.
They both enjoyed using me together too. There were several occasions where I would go down on Tammy, get her wet and ready, and then move so Bobby could fuck his wife. When he was done, I would resume my duties, licking the cum out of her and bringing her off. Bobby enjoyed whipping me or spanking me as I did that and would sometimes ass fuck me while I cleaned out his wife’s fucked pussy.
In addition to my sexual duties, I was also required to keep the house. Any failure on my part brought about swift and harsh punishment from Tammy, or Bobby, or both. I never felt abused, so to say, just being guided as a parent would a straying child. I remember one discipline session about six months in.
Bobby had told me they were going to have a party and that I would be required to entertain some of his friends. I didn’t like the idea and told him I wouldn’t do it. He led me straight to the basement and tied my hands above my head. With no warning he laid into my ass with a leather strap. I guess my screams could be heard upstairs and Tammy came down to see what was going on. She became pissed at me too and they took turns, Bobby whipping my ass and Tammy abusing my tits. When they finished, I was left hanging and crying.
After about an hour, Bobby came back downstairs and asked me if I was going to fuck his friends like he wanted me to. I didn’t answer him, because I knew I would be punished more. I started to cry again and wondered how my wonderful relationship with my sister and her husband had made such a sudden turn. I was happy the way things were. I was happy doing what they wanted me to do for them. But I didn’t want to be used by other men.
“So tell me. Are you going to be good and do as I say?” Bobby asked.
I shuddered, trembled and cried. At that point, I don’t think I could have said no. But I didn’t want to say yes. I really became scared when Bobby stormed back up the stairs. It was several minutes when the door opened again and I heard footsteps on the stairs.
“Mother fucker! Look at that. Bobby was right man. He does have a sweet little slut down here waiting for us.”
I looked up and to my horror saw three men I had never seen before.
“Hey, baby. Bobby says he needs us to show you how to act. So how’s it gonna be? You want it the easy way or the hard way?” the first man asked.
“Please just leave me alone,” I begged through tear stained eyes.
“Guess that means you want it the hard way. That’s cool with us too.”
They walked over and their rough hands started feeling my body. The top I had been wearing when Bobby brought me down was pushed up around my neck. The cut-offs were pushed down around my ankles.
“This is one fine slut Bobby has here. Man are we gonna enjoy fucking the shit out of you,” one of them whispered in my ear.
“No. Please. Just leave me alone. I don’t want to do this anymore. Please just let me go,” I begged.
“You want us to let you down, bitch?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Well we probably shouldn’t, but I guess it’ll be okay.”
“Thank you so very much,” I responded. I tried to regain my composure and had an overwhelming sense of relief knowing I was going to be let down and not have to do ‘things’ with these men.
“Yeah, I think it’s probably best that we let you down,” one of them said as the rope binding my wrists was cut.
I literally fell into the arms of one of the men and took a moment to relax my arms. They hurt so much from being stretched above my head. I found my balance and started to move away, but the man held onto my arms.
“We said we would let you down, not let you go,” the man sneered.
He put his arm around me to hold me to him and his other hand found my hair and pulled so I was looking up at him. My stomach turned as he put his mouth to mine and I could smell and taste the beer he had been drinking. I began to struggle and tried to scream, but he was way too powerful for me.
A table was pushed over and the man lifted me in his arms and placed me on the table. My kicks and screams were of no use to me. The three manhandled me until I was on my hands and knees, tied down with more rope. It reminded me of the position Bobby had placed me in the first night with him and my sister. I knew it was no use in resisting. These men were going to have there way with me and they didn’t care if I wanted it or not, which I didn’t.
I heard the men talking quietly and then without any warning one of them was behind me pushing his prick into my dry pussy.
“Oh God, stop! It hurts!” I pleaded, “I’m not ready yet, please!”
“Shut up, bitch. You should have thought of that before you decided to tell Bobby you didn’t want us to fuck your sweet young ass.”
The man punctuated the word ‘ass’ by slapping me hard on mine. I yelped and jumped at the contact, but all I managed to do was push my pussy further on the man’s cock. He seemed to enjoy doing that and he would slap my ass and I would move and take more of his dick in me.
Somewhere along the way I forgot that this was a stranger entering me. I thought about Bobby and Tammy whipping me when they would use me and how hot it got me. I realized I was getting hot now too.
“That’s it, bitch. Let that pussy get good and wet for me. You’re gonna get all of me in your hot cunt,” he said pushing the rest of the way in me.
As he filled me, I heard a moan escape from my mouth. The man slowly pulled out and then pushed back in and I shuddered through my first orgasm.
“This fucking slut just came, guys! She fucking loves it,” he told his pals as he began to fuck me hard and fast.
