Lola is Raped & Punished

Lola lives in a free-use household as the only girl with 3 step-brothers but her step-dad has one strict rule for her that her step-brother forces her to break.

All characters are 16+ and this is a work of fiction.

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I barely got my key in the lock after school before the door swung open from the inside.

"Hey, Lola."

Jake. My oldest stepbrother stood there with that look—the one that said he'd been waiting, watching the clock until I got home from school. Before I could even drop my backpack, his hand was in my hair, fingers twisting into my black ponytail as he yanked me inside and kicked the door shut behind us.

"On your knees. Now."

I dropped. The hardwood floor bit into my kneecaps through my school skirt, but I was already opening my mouth because this was how it worked in our house. How it worked everywhere, really. Free-use wasn't just accepted—it was expected. And being the only girl in a house full of men meant I was always available, but my step-dad had a strict rule that he was the only one who could fuck my pussy, and the only one who could finish inside any of my holes, which my step-brothers had always complied with.

Jake's belt was already undone, his jeans shoved down just enough to free his cock. He was hard, thick, the head already glistening with precum as he grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open wider.

"Fuck, I've been so horny thinking about this tight little throat all day," he groaned, and then he was shoving inside, not gentle, not slow. He hit the back of my throat immediately and I gagged, tears springing to my eyes as he pulled back only to slam forward again.

My hands came up instinctively to his thighs, but I didn't push away—I knew better. Instead I dug my nails in and tried to breathe through my nose as he started fucking my face with quick, brutal thrusts. Saliva pooled around my lips, dripping down my chin and onto my white school blouse. The wet sounds filled the entryway—obscene slurping and gagging as he used my mouth like a toy.

"That's it, take it," Jake grunted, both hands in my hair now, holding my head still while he pounded into my throat. My vision blurred with tears and lack of oxygen. My jaw ached. But I kept my tongue flat, kept my throat relaxed as much as I could, because this was my purpose.

He didn't last long—he never did on the first round. Within two minutes he yanked out, jerking himself rapidly as ropes of hot cum splattered across my face. I felt it hit my forehead, my cheeks, dripping down to my lips. He aimed higher and I felt the thick wetness coating my hair, getting in my ponytail.

"Fuck yeah," he panted, wiping the last drops on my cheek before tucking himself away. "Mark and Tyler are in the living room. They've been waiting too."

He walked away, leaving me there on my knees with his cum on my face. I didn't bother wiping it off—there was no point. I knew what was coming.

I crawled on my hands and knees toward the living room, my backpack forgotten in the entryway. Mark and Tyler were already standing when I entered, both of them already naked from the waist down, their cocks hard and ready.

"Look at you," Tyler said, the younger of my two other stepbrothers but somehow always the cruelest. "Already a mess and we haven't even started."

Mark grabbed my arm and hauled me up, only to bend me over the back of the couch. My feet barely touched the ground, my tiny frame folding easily over the furniture. I felt my skirt being shoved up, my panties yanked down to my thighs.

"Open that mouth," Mark ordered, walking around to face me while Tyler positioned himself behind me.

I opened wide and Mark shoved inside just as Tyler's cock pressed between my ass cheeks, rubbing against me. They'd done this before—used me from both ends at once. Mark was thicker than Jake, stretching my jaw painfully as he pushed deep. I gagged hard, my whole body convulsing, but he just laughed.

"She's so fucking tight," Tyler said from behind me, and then I felt him spit—the wetness sliding down before his fingers worked it around my asshole. I whimpered around Mark's cock but he just grabbed my hair and started thrusting.

Tyler's cock pressed against my ass, pushing, and I tried to relax even as Mark was choking me from the other end. The pressure built and built until Tyler popped inside, just the head, and I would have screamed if my mouth wasn't full.

"Holy shit, that grip," Tyler groaned, pushing deeper. The burn was intense, spreading through my whole lower body as he worked himself inside inch by inch while Mark pounded my throat.

They found a rhythm—when Mark pulled back, Tyler pushed forward. When Tyler withdrew, Mark slammed in. I was trapped between them, nothing but a set of holes for them to use. Drool poured from my stretched lips, mixing with Jake's cum. My eyes rolled back as I struggled to breathe between thrusts.

"Such a good little sister," Mark grunted, his grip on my hair bruising. "Bet you were thinking about this all day at school, weren't you? Thinking about coming home to get used like the slut you are?"

I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but take it. My throat was raw, my ass burning around Tyler's relentless cock.

Tyler smacked my ass hard and I jerked, gagging on Mark's cock. "Answer him, bitch."

I tried to nod, tried to make some sound of agreement, but it came out as a pathetic gurgle. Tyler laughed, then smacked my ass again, harder. The pain radiated through me and I clenched involuntarily, making Tyler moan. "Fuck, do that again."

Mark pulled out suddenly and I gasped for air, coughing and sputtering, saliva and precum stringing from my lips to his cock. He jerked himself rapidly and came all over my face, adding to the mess Jake had already made. I felt it in my hair again, on my eyelashes, dripping down my neck.

But Tyler wasn't done. With Mark out of the way, he grabbed my hips with both hands and really started fucking my ass, brutal and deep. Each thrust shoved me forward against the couch. My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the cushions as he used me.

"Gonna fill this tight ass," Tyler panted, and panic flared through me.

"No!" I managed to gasp out. "Dad's rule—you can't—"

"Fuck," Tyler swore, but he pulled out at the last second, jerking himself as he came all over my lower back and ass cheeks. I felt the hot spurts painting my skin, dripping down between my cheeks and thighs.

I collapsed over the couch, gasping, thinking maybe they'd give me a break. I should have known better.

"Switch," Mark said, and suddenly he was behind me, his cock pressing into my used asshole while Tyler came around front.

"Clean me off, slut," Tyler ordered, and shoved his cock—still covered in the taste of my own ass and his cum—past my lips.

I tasted myself, tasted him, the degrading mixture making my stomach turn even as I sucked obediently. Mark pushed into my ass easier this time, Tyler having stretched me out, and he set a punishing pace immediately.

Time became a blur. They traded positions, used me over and over. At some point Jake rejoined, his recovery time up, and then there were three of them again. They bent me over the coffee table, shoved me against the wall, laid me on the floor. My jaw ached so badly I could barely close it. My throat was rubbed raw. My ass burned and gaped.

And through it all, they came on my ass and face. Never inside—Dad's rule was absolute—but everywhere else. My face was layered with it, my hair stiff and matted. It covered my chest where they'd torn open my blouse. It pooled in my belly button, dripped down my thighs, coated my back.

I stopped counting the loads after a while. Stopped thinking entirely. I just opened whatever hole they wanted, positioned myself however they demanded, took whatever they gave me.

"Look at her," Jake said at one point, and I realized through my cum-glazed eyes that they were all standing around me where I lay on the floor. "Completely fucking covered. You think Dad will be happy with his little cumdump?"

"She looks perfect," Tyler agreed, jerking himself over my face again. I was too exhausted to even close my eyes when he came, just let it splatter across my already-drenched features.

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I woke up to pressure—a heavy weight pinning me down and something thick stretching me open from the inside.

My eyes flew open in the pre-dawn darkness to find Mark's face inches from mine, his hand clamped over my mouth to muffle any sound. He was inside me. Inside my pussy. His hips were already moving, fucking into me with steady, deliberate thrusts.

Panic exploded through my chest. This wasn't allowed. This was the one rule Dad had—the only boundary in our free-use household. My stepbrothers could use my mouth, my ass, cover me in cum, but they could never fuck my pussy or finish inside of me. That was reserved for Dad alone.

I tried to shake my head, tried to push at Mark's shoulders, but he was so much bigger than me. My tiny frame was completely trapped beneath him, my legs forced wide around his hips as he thrust deeper.

"Shh," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot. "Don't wake anyone else up, little sis."

I whimpered against his palm, my eyes pleading. He knew the rule. He knew what would happen if Dad found out. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I felt him moving inside me.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Mark groaned quietly. "So fucking tight. I've been wanting to feel this pussy for years."

I shook my head frantically, trying to buck him off, but he just pressed down harder, his full weight crushing me into the mattress. "Please," I tried to beg against his hand, the word coming out muffled and desperate. "Please don't—"

"Don't what?" Mark's eyes glinted cruelly in the darkness. "Don't fuck this sweet little pussy? Too late, Lola. I'm already balls deep inside you and it feels so fucking good."

He was moving faster now, his breathing getting ragged. My heart hammered against my ribs. He was getting close—I could feel it in the way his cock was swelling, the way his rhythm was getting erratic.

"Mark, please," I gasped when he shifted his hand slightly. "Please pull out. Dad will—he'll—"

"He'll punish you," Mark finished with a vicious grin. "Yeah, I know. That's the best part."

Horror washed over me. He was doing this on purpose. Getting me in trouble deliberately.

"No, please, I'll do anything—" I was begging now, tears streaming down my temples into my hair. "Please don't cum inside, please, I'll—I'll do anything you want, I'll—"

"Too late," Mark grunted, and I felt his cock pulse inside me. "I'm gonna—fuck—gonna fill this pussy up—"

"NO!" I tried to wrench away, tried to twist out from under him, but his hand clamped back over my mouth and he slammed into me one final time, burying himself as deep as possible.

I felt it—the hot spurts flooding my insides, coating my walls, filling me up. Mark's whole body shuddered above me as he emptied himself into my pussy, his face twisted in cruel satisfaction.

"There we go," he panted, finally pulling out. I felt his cum leaking out immediately, dripping down between my ass cheeks onto the sheets. "Now you're really fucked."

He climbed off me and I curled into a ball, shaking, trying to scoop his cum out with my fingers in a panic. But there was so much, and I knew it was already too late. It was inside me, evidence of the broken rule.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Why would you do this to me?"

Mark was already pulling his boxers back on, smirking down at me. "Because I wanted to. And because watching Dad punish you is going to be so fucking hot."

He left my room, closing the door softly behind him, and I lay there in the darkness trembling. I wanted to shower, to clean myself out, but I couldn't risk Dad hearing the water running this early. I could only lie there, feeling Mark's cum slowly leaking out of me, dreading the morning.

I barely slept the rest of the night. When my alarm went off, I dragged myself out of bed and tried to clean up as best I could in the shower, but I knew. I could still feel the wrongness inside me, the evidence of Mark's violation, and I knew Dad would feel it too if Mark hadn't already told him and blamed the entire thing on me.

I was in my school uniform—fresh panties, pleated skirt, white blouse—brushing my teeth in the bathroom when I heard Dad's bedroom door open. My whole body went rigid.

This was routine. Every morning before work, Dad used me. Usually just my mouth—quick and efficient while I was getting ready for school. My hands started shaking around the toothbrush.

The bathroom door opened without a knock. Dad stood there in his work slacks and undershirt, already half-hard in his pants.

"Morning, princess," he said, but his tone was off. Sharper than usual.

"Morning, Daddy," I managed, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing my mouth.

He was behind me in an instant, one hand fisting in my hair while the other flipped up my skirt. I felt his fingers hook into my panties and yank them down.

"Bend over the counter," he ordered.

This wasn't normal. Usually I just knelt for him. My heart was racing as I bent forward, my hands bracing against the marble countertop. In the mirror, I could see his face—and the rage building there as his fingers pushed between my legs.

"What the fuck is this?" His voice was deadly quiet.

I knew what he was feeling—the wetness, the evidence still leaking from me despite my desperate attempts to clean up. Mark's cum mixed with my own fluids.

"Daddy, I—"

"Which one?" he snarled, his fingers pushing roughly inside me, making me gasp. "Which one of those little pathetic bastards came in your cunt?"

"It was Mark, but Daddy, please, I didn't—I tried to stop him, I begged him not to—"

His hand cracked across my ass so hard I saw stars, my cry echoing off the bathroom tiles.

"I don't want to hear your excuses," Dad growled. "You know the rule. This pussy is mine. MINE. And you let one of your brothers defile it."

"I didn't let him!" Tears were already flowing. "I was asleep, he pinned me down, I begged him to pull out but he—"

Another vicious smack, this one on my other cheek. "You think I care? You're supposed to keep them in line. You're supposed to offer them your other holes. This—" his fingers thrust into my pussy roughly, "—is MY property."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, please—"

I heard his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper. Through the mirror I watched him pull out his cock—thick, much bigger than any of my stepbrothers. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over his length.

"You want to be filled up so bad? Fine." His cock pressed against my asshole—no preparation, no stretching. "Let's see how you like being really punished."

"Daddy, wait—" But he was already pushing in, forcing past my resistance, and I screamed at the burning stretch.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, one hand pressing my face down against the counter while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. "You take what I give you. This is what happens when you break my rules."

He wasn't gentle like my stepbrothers sometimes were when they used my ass. He shoved in relentlessly until he was fully seated, his hips pressed against my abused ass cheeks. I was sobbing, my fingers scrabbling against the smooth counter.

"Please, it hurts—"

"Good." He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace immediately. "It should hurt. Maybe then you'll remember who owns these holes."

The pain was intense, radiating through my whole lower body with each violent thrust. But worse was the unwanted pleasure beginning to build—my body responding despite everything, despite the tears and the fear and the unfairness of it all.

"It wasn't my fault," I sobbed, but he just fucked me harder.

"I don't care whose fault it was. You're the stupid slut who couldn't obey one simple rule." His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to watch in the mirror—watch his face twisted in anger, watch my own tear-stained cheeks, watch the way my small body jerked forward with each thrust. "Look at yourself. This is what you are. A set of holes for us to use."

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, because agreeing was the only thing I could do.

His cock was so thick, stretching my ass wider than it had ever been stretched. The burning had shifted to something else—something shamefully good mixing with the pain. I could feel pressure building low in my belly.

"Are you getting close?" Dad's laugh was cruel. "You're going to cum from being punished? You really are a disgusting little whore."

"I'm sorry, I can't—I can't help it—" My legs were shaking, barely holding me up.

"Then cum," he commanded, reaching around to roughly rub my clit with punishing circles. "Cum on your Daddy's cock like the filthy slut you are."

The orgasm ripped through me against my will, my whole body convulsing as I clenched around his cock. I heard myself screaming, watched my face in the mirror contort in unwanted ecstasy.

Dad grunted, not slowing down at all. "You're going to cum as many times as I want. And I'm not even close to done with you."

He wasn't lying. Unlike my stepbrothers who usually finished quickly, Dad had the stamina of someone who'd been denying himself. He fucked my ass for what felt like hours, forcing orgasm after orgasm from my oversensitized body.

"Daddy, please, I can't—no more—" I was desperate, my voice hoarse from screaming and crying.

"You can and you will." His fingers found my clit again, rubbing viciously. "Cum again. Now."

My body obeyed even though my mind was breaking. The third—or was it fourth?—orgasm crashed over me and this time something different happened. I felt fluid gushing from me, squirting around his cock still pounding my ass.

"Fuck yes," Dad groaned. "That's it. Make a fucking mess, you worthless cumdump."

I was beyond words, just making broken animal sounds as he used me. The counter was wet beneath me—my tears, my drool, the fluid still leaking from my pussy and now spraying from me with each thrust.

"You like being punished, don't you?" Dad's voice was ragged now. "You like when Daddy ruins your tight little ass."

"Yes, Daddy," I sobbed, not even sure what I was saying anymore.

"Good girl." His thrusts were getting erratic. Finally. "Because I'm going to fill this ass up. Going to pump it full of my cum. That's what happens when you let someone use what's mine."

He slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt the pulse of his cock as he emptied inside me. The sensation triggered one more orgasm from my abused body, squirting again around nothing as my ass clenched rhythmically around him.

Dad stayed there for a long moment, making sure every drop was deposited deep inside me. When he finally pulled out, I collapsed against the counter, unable to hold myself up.

"Clean yourself up," he said coldly, tucking himself back into his pants. "You're going to be late for school."

He walked out, leaving me crumpled on the bathroom floor, cum leaking from my ass, my body still trembling with aftershocks.

And Mark got away with everything.

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Sitting in first period was torture.

Every time I shifted in my hard plastic chair, pain shot through my ass—a deep, aching throb that reminded me of Dad's brutal punishment that morning. I'd tried sitting on one cheek, then the other, but there was no position that didn't hurt. My hole felt raw, stretched beyond what it should be, and I swore I could still feel his cum deep inside me even though I'd tried desperately to clean out in the school bathroom.

"You okay, Lola?"

I looked up to find Jake smirking at me from across the classroom. He knew. Of course he knew—Mark had probably told them everything. The way Jake's eyes traveled over me, lingering on how gingerly I was sitting, made heat crawl up my neck.

"Fine," I whispered, looking back down at my notebook.

By third period, all three of my stepbrothers had seen me struggling. In the hallway between classes, Tyler deliberately bumped into me from behind, making me stumble. The jolt sent a spike of pain through my abused ass and I couldn't suppress my whimper.

"Oops," Tyler said, his grin wicked. "Dad really did a number on you, huh?"

"Fuck off," I hissed, clutching my books tighter.

"That's not very nice," Mark said, appearing on my other side. "Especially when it's your fault for being such a slut you couldn't even follow one simple rule."

My throat tightened. "You know that's not what happened."

"Doesn't matter what happened," Jake joined them, the three of them forming a wall around my small frame in the crowded hallway. "What matters is you showed up to school today barely able to sit down, and everyone can tell you got fucked hard."

Students were staring. I could feel their eyes on us, could hear the whispers. In a free-use world, everyone knew what it meant when a girl walked funny.

"Leave me alone," I managed, pushing past them toward my next class.

Their laughter followed me down the hall.

Study hall was supposed to be my refuge—forty-five minutes in the library where I could try to focus on homework and forget about the throbbing pain and the humiliation. I'd found a corner table away from everyone and was attempting to read my history assignment when my phone buzzed.

Jake: Basement. Now.

My stomach dropped. I stared at the message, then jumped when another came through.

Tyler: Don't make us come get you.

The school basement was off-limits to students—old storage rooms and maintenance areas that no one used anymore. Which meant it was private. Isolated.

My hands were shaking as I typed back.

Me: I have homework. Can't it wait until we get home?

Jake: No. You have 5 minutes.

Tyler: Or we'll tell Dad you were flirting with guys at school.

It was a lie, but it didn't matter. After this morning, Dad would believe anything bad about me. My eyes burned with tears I refused to shed in the library.

I gathered my things and slipped out, my heart pounding with each step toward the basement stairs.

The stairwell was dark, lit only by flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed ominously. My footsteps echoed as I descended, each step making my ass throb in reminder of what happened when I disobeyed.

Jake and Tyler were waiting at the bottom, leaning against the concrete wall like predators who'd cornered their prey.

"Good girl," Jake said. "You actually came."

"What do you want?" I tried to keep my voice steady. "We can't be down here. If we get caught—"

"We won't get caught if you're quiet," Tyler cut me off, pushing away from the wall. They moved toward me and I instinctively backed up, my shoulders hitting the stairwell door.

"We heard Mark got to finish inside you," Jake said conversationally, as if discussing the weather.

"I didn't let him—"

"Don't care," Tyler interrupted again. "Point is, he got to, and we didn't. That's not fair."

Horror dawned as I understood what they wanted. "No. Absolutely not. That's Dad's rule, and I already got punished for Mark breaking it. I can't—"

"You can," Jake said, and suddenly his hand was around my throat, not choking but controlling. "And you will. Unless you want us to tell Dad you've been begging us to cum inside you."

"He wouldn't believe that!"

"Wouldn't he?" Tyler's smile was cruel. "After this morning? After you already 'let' Mark do it? I think he'd believe you're just a desperate slut who can't help herself."

Tears spilled down my cheeks. "Please don't do this. Please. I'm already in so much trouble—"

"Should've thought about that before you let Mark use your pussy," Jake said, even though he knew the truth. They both knew. They just didn't care.

Tyler grabbed my arm and they dragged me further into the basement, into one of the old storage rooms filled with broken desks and dusty equipment. Jake kicked the door shut behind us.

"On the floor," he ordered.

"Please—" I was sobbing now. "I'm begging you, don't do this, Dad will—"

Tyler shoved me down onto the concrete. It was cold and filthy against my bare legs as my skirt rode up. "Dad will what? Punish you again? Yeah, probably. Hot. I came so hard jerking off listening to him make you scream and cry this morning."

They were both unbuckling their belts, their cocks already hard. I tried to scramble away but Jake grabbed my ankle and pulled me back.

"Strip," he commanded. "Unless you want to explain to Dad why your school uniform is all fucked up."

With shaking hands, I pulled off my blouse, my bra, my skirt. I left my panties on—some desperate last barrier—but Tyler just ripped them off, the fabric tearing.

"We're keeping these," he said, stuffing my panties in his pocket. "Souvenir."

Jake lay down on the floor and pulled me on top of him. I was crying, begging, trying to push away, but he was so much stronger. His hands gripped my hips and he positioned his cock at my pussy entrance.

"No, please, not there, you can use my mouth or my ass just not—"

He thrust up, impaling me in one brutal stroke. I screamed—from pain, from violation, from the hopelessness of it all. He was so big, stretching me open, and my pussy was still tender from Mark this morning.

"Shut her up," Jake grunted, and Tyler was there, shoving his cock past my lips and down my throat.

I gagged, choking on him as Jake started fucking up into me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only take it as they used me from both ends.

Then I felt Tyler's cock pull from my mouth, slick with my saliva, moving around behind me and pressing against my ass—my ass that was still aching from Dad's punishment.

"No—" I managed to gasp, but he was already pushing in.

The pain was blinding. My ass was already stretched and sore, and Tyler's cock forcing inside felt like being torn apart. I was screaming again, begging, but Jake just covered my mouth with his hand as they both started moving. Both of them inside me at once, my small body stretched impossibly around their cocks. The fullness was overwhelming, painful, and yet my traitorous body was responding—getting wetter around Jake, relaxing incrementally around Tyler.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Tyler groaned.

"She's loving this," Jake agreed, even though I was still crying. "Little slut was made for this."

They found a rhythm—when one thrust in, the other pulled back. I was just a toy between them, a set of holes to fuck. The concrete scraped my knees. Tyler's fingers dug into my hips. Jake's hand stayed over my mouth to muffle my sobs and screams.

"Gonna cum," Tyler announced, and panic flooded through me again.

I shook my head frantically, tried to pull away, but they held me tighter.

"Please pull out," I begged against Jake's palm. "Please, I can't get in more trouble—"

"Too bad," Tyler grunted, and slammed deep into my ass one final time.

I felt it—the pulse of his cock, the hot spurts filling my already-abused hole. He came deep inside me, adding to the cum Dad had left there this morning, marking me, ruining me further.

"My turn," Jake said, and started fucking up into my pussy harder, chasing his own release.

"No, Jake, please—" I was sobbing openly now. "Please don't, I'll do anything else, please—"

He laughed breathlessly. "I'm gonna cum right here—" he thrust particularly deep, "—in this tight little pussy that's supposed to be Dad's."

"Please—"

"Beg more," he demanded. "I love hearing you beg."

"Please don't cum inside me, please Jake, I'm begging you, please pull out, please—"

He groaned and I felt his cock swell inside me. "Too late."

The warmth of his cum flooding my pussy was the final violation. He held me down on him, making sure every drop was deposited deep inside while I collapsed onto his chest, completely broken.

They both pulled out slowly, leaving me leaking from both holes. I lay there on the filthy concrete, cum dripping from me, my body trembling.

"Back to class," Tyler said cheerfully, tucking himself away. "You've got, what, fifteen minutes left of study hall?"

"I can't—" I could barely speak. "Everyone will see—"

"That's the point," Jake said. He pulled me to my feet and I nearly collapsed, my legs shaking. "Get dressed."

I pulled on my clothes with numb fingers, acutely aware that I had no panties. That their cum was already leaking down my inner thighs. They left me there in the stairwell, leaking their cum, and I had to somehow make it back to the library like nothing had happened.

Each step back to study hall, I felt more fluid escaping—sliding down my legs, soaking into my skirt. Students stared as I walked past. I sat down at my table, the wooden chair unforgiving against my abused ass, and stared unseeing at my homework while their cum leaked out of me.

And I knew when I got home, when Dad discovered what had happened, he'd punish me again.

Because in this house, it was always my fault.