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<<back "I don't care, get me the fuck out of here.">> <<fadein 1s>><img src="Images/RaeCharacterImage.jpg" alt="Alessa Savage is meh dream woman. That accent, tattoos. . .what's not to love?"> This is Raelynn "Rae" Spencer. She has always been the outgoing, popular girl at school despite her nearly pastel goth appearance. Rae was attractive and she knew it, though she never went as far as to abuse her sexuality in the same way her friends typically urged her to do. Her eighteenth birthday has just passed as her senior year is quickly coming to an end. (Actress/Model: Alessa Savage)<</fadein>> <<fadein 3s>><img src="Images/JudasCharacterImage.png" alt="Small Hands" height="477" width="469"> This is @@.judas;Judas Spencer@@. Three years ago, during the semifinals of the high school football playoffs, Judas blew out his knee and effectively ended the hopeful career he had at the next level. Judas now rarely leaves the house unless it's for a beer run or a party. Drinking himself into delusion was all that he had left, and he made sure everyone around him paid for it. Yet, every morning he wakes to the polar opposite of himself in Rae, and he unconciously hates her for it. (Actor/Model: Small Hands)<</fadein>> <<fadein 5s>><img src="Images/KenCharIMG.jpg"> \ This is @@.ken;Kennedy Lawler@@. A close friend of Judas who stuck around even after his injury until an argument put distance between them for some time. Kennedy has taken on something of an older sister role to Raelynn whenever she's around. While not quite the whore she's made out to be in the area, she is no stranger to sex or its many deviant branches.(Actress/Model: Joanna Angel)<</fadein>> <<fadein 7s>><img src="Images/SamCobbIcon.jpg" height="477" width="469"> \ This is @@.sam;Samantha@@ "@@.sam;Sam@@" @@.sam;Cobb@@. She is Rae's best best friend, packed to the brim with sarcasm and heart eyes for Judas, much to Rae's dismay. Despite growing up in a rather privileged enviroment, Samantha clicks well with most people regardless of their origins. Rae just happened to be the closest of the bunch to her. (Actress/Model: Bella Thorne)<</fadein>> <<fadein 10s>><img src="Images/HaydenCharacterImage.jpg" height="477" width="469"> This is @@.hay;Hayden Belcroft@@. The owner and CEO of Belcroft Technology. Belcroft is well-known for his innovation, but less so for his not so savory connections and power throughout the underworld. Judas met Belcroft in high school, right after the playoff game Torrance High won against Beverly Hills. He has been using Judas for small jobs ever since. (Actor/Model: Matthew McConaughey. All right, all right, all right.)<</fadein>> <<fadein 12s>><img src="Images/EddieCharIMG.jpg" height="477" width="469"> This is @@.ed;Eddie Winters@@. Suspicious former employee of Hayden Belcroft. Eddie left quietly after being fired from Belcroft Tech, but soon began to make waves in the same underworld Belcroft had his finger tightly wrapped around by way of prostitution and sex slavery. While his means are unknown to most, the men buying Eddie's goods hardly care as long as the results are shown. + + + + + Will add more characters as they are introduced.<</fadein>>

<div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'>\ <div style="letter-spacing: 6em;">CHANGELOG</div>\ </div> <<message '0.6 - The Rae Goes Black/New Master Release' btn>> <blockquote>- I got lazy with the title of this release (I mean, have they ever been that creative anyways?), sorry. </blockquote> <blockquote>- Yet another pair of paths introduced, new characters along with it. Both can be found on the Slave path. @@.rae;Choose "Mom" -> "drug" -> Smash/Traf@@. Smash will introduce Smash (obviously) and Emily Wallace, while Traf introduces one of Rae's teachers, and perhaps an old friend</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Had time to write a short scene with Rae/Dad on the @@.rae;"Mom" -> "getting clingy"@@ path.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Added a page for an upcoming [[sold path|Nod and say yes.]] on the Eddie route. Might make it more aesthetically pleasing or one big image at some point. Not sure. It'll work fine as is for now.</blockquote> <blockquote>- Typos (that I could find), some cleaning up, and some other shit nobody but a dev would care about. Will be trying to compress images/videos over the next few updates to keep the file size realistic.</blockquote> <</message>> <<message '0.5 - The Fork Covid Release' btn>> <blockquote>- Added two bad 'endings' (though it's basically more along the lines of Ending 1 and !.5). They will be tonally different depending on whether Rae is pregnant (I recommend useing the first pregnancy option offered as the second option is still slightly buggy for some reason) or not. They can be found on the @@.rae;slut path -> "want to leave" -> "Tomorrow" -> Staring at distant blond -> throw the pill away.@@.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Some new characters introduced, and some non-sexual plot advancement. The slut/tomorrow route saw a good bit of focus in 0.5. Eddie and the 'a way out' route got a bit of love, too.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Typo fixes, and text-image spacing in some passages. May start slowly making the menus/backgrounds slightly more flashy over the next few releases. On a much less important note, Playing Judas went over a 100,000 words with this release. Though, I'm curious how much that would be if I took off the all the code bits and copy- pasted text lol. That's about it I think.</blockquote>\ <</message>> <<message '0.4 - The Yet Another Small Release' btn>> <blockquote>- I know, I know another smaller update. I can't help it with what's going on in the world right now and being a semi-essential worker lol.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- It's mostly content with Eddie resisting route on this update. Some fleshing out for the mom path on the slave route. No changes on the Dad route for the slut path. Will likely be the focus of next update.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Typo fixes. Will have a much larger update next release, assuming things don't get crazy again.</blockquote>\ <</message>> <<message '0.3 - The Half-Baked Release :P' btn>> <blockquote>- Edited early rape scene(s) - Credit to L7Bear for the idea</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Rephrased/Edited confusing text</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Fixed broken/glitchy "if" statements.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Fixed some loose typos I ran across during review. Honestly, the lack of a spellcheck in Twine is becoming comedic at this point.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Fixed some QoL-ish in the background, nothing anyone would likely notice from a performance standpoint</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- New Character, and of course, some new content. COVID + Protests/etc aren't allowing as much time as I would like, though.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Added quickjump to first pregnancy branch.</blockquote>\ <</message>> <<message '0.2 - The Apparently People Care About Version Numbers Release' btn>> - @@.sam;I don't really know what I'm doing with version numbers, so don't put much credence into them. :)@@ <blockquote>- Edited the opening statement pertaining to planned genres.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Fixed a ton of random typos and tense-related writing issues, along with a few loose I's (downside of veering away from your typical writing style, I suppose.).</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- New content, of course.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Editing and pace still need work, but will be done slowly.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Discord is made, almost completed.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Changed/added to intro path, where PC finds her own phone in the drawer after deciding to not answer the random phone. May add another path for that later. Photo made made for the Report has a bunch of typos that I'm just too lazy to fix right now. Will fix it eventually. Grammar Nazi's commence.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Alt Text for paths was a killer for this release, honestly. The varying text for variables really shortened the time I had to add length on this, along with my return to full-time work.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Changed Kennedy's character image from Adahlia Cole to Joanna Angel (despite still not making an appeance.).</blockquote>\ <</message>> <<message '0.0.1 - First Release' btn>> - @@.sam;The release title says/said it for me here.@@ <blockquote>- Mostly writing the Rae path.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Some backend work, some CSS work for dynamic text effects.</blockquote>\ <blockquote>- Prepping for future branching paths/storylines (basically a ton of "Sorry, coming soon"'s).</blockquote>\ <</message>> In the words of NSYNC, <<back "Bye Bye Bye">>.

<img src="Images/PatWhite.png"> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'> @@.sam;A page for the people who are supporting this game.@@ @@.sam;ZenSolstice@@ @@.sam;Pontus@@ @@.sam;Flam@@ @@.sam;Alexx@@ @@.sam;oneyedscarecrow@@ @@.sam;Bradley M.@@ @@.sam;Liu J.@@ @@.sam;Sishir K.@@ @@.sam;James@@ @@.sam;Achilles@@ @@.sam;horus@@ @@.sam;KitKit@@ @@.sam;blackjack161@@ @@.sam;GuySavage (sorry if this is your name)@@ @@.sam;Acme_Powerranger@@ </div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'>\ <div style="letter-spacing: 6em;">CHECKLIST</div>\ </div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'>\ @@.sam;1. XXX@@ @@.sam;2. XXX@@ @@.sam;3. XXX@@ @@.sam;4. XXX@@ @@.sam;5. XXX@@\ </div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'>\ <div style="letter-spacing: 25.5em;">DEV</div>\ </div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'>\ @@.sam;Developer Gibberish/Rants.@@\ </div> @@.sam;<<message 'Dev Note / Pregnancy Shit + etc. - 5/1/2020' btn>> When/Where a condom or alternative form of birth control (assuming MC isn't pregnant already, which she won't be when the first time this option appears) isn't mentioned and the choice states something along the lines of Cum Inside/Pull Out/etc, then cumming inside will result in a pregnancy. Pulling out will always result in just that, as I know everyone isn't into pregnancy. Not realistic, but it's fiction. Liberties can be taken.<</message>>@@

<<fadein 2s>> <img src="Images/PJTitleBanner.jpg" height="864" width="1950"> \ Playing Judas will focus on the lives of brother and sister, Raelynn and Judas Spencer, both of whom will follow vastly different routes depending on your choices. You can play from the eyes of Raelynn as the hand that will force her to swallow the rabbit whole, a place where there exists much more than meets the eye, or you can be the guiding light to her falling in love. Or you can choose to be Judas, the love of her life or the man that forces her down a dark path of sex, drugs, and depravity. The choice is up to you, or is it? Just as a warning to anyone thinking about playing this, I planning on going pretty far down the said rabbit hole with this. Playing Judas will include (or is planned to include. Liable to changes at any point, however) incest (obviously), rape/non-consensual/sleeping content, blackmail, threesomes (of the mff variety, most likely. We'll see.), domination/submission, interracial, impregnation and pregnancy, possible (written) zoo content, and perhaps optional (non-MC) trans/shemale or sissification. One last note I should make is that this won't be a grindy clickfest, but more of a story-driven/text-heavy CYOA in the same vein as <a href="https://tfgames.site/index.php?module=viewgame&id=1609" target="_blank">Transfigure by TangoTF.</a> <<message 'Previous Statement' btn>>I've edited the above passage, redacting some not-so-adult statements I made about my sexual tastes referring to NTR. Some, both publically and privately, have expressed offense to it. If you fall under this, I just want to make it clear that I meant no offense by it. It was a joke in bad taste, and I'll own it. That said, my main reason for not including NTR beyond my personal tastes (among a few other niche fetishes) is that I know next to nothing on them and thus can't effectively write about them, which makes for very bare bones, surface writing. Once again, apologies for anyone offended by that. :)<</message>> I, MissFortune, am pretty n00bish to both Twine and programming/coding, but have a fair amount of experience with writing. This is as much as putting together a fun project as it is learning for myself. Anyways, moving on. You gotta be 18 to play this, everything you read here is complete fictions. . .blah, blah, blah. [[I'm 18, aware of what I'm agreeing to, and ready to blow my load at a fictional characters expense.]] [[If you aren't 18, then fuck off. I don't need old people blaming me for your corruption or coronavirus. >___>]] <</fadein>>

<<fadein 2s>><<back "But please do download again once you're of legal age.">> Bye. <3333 <</fadein>>

<<fadein 5s>>Welcome to the rabbit hole, my beauties.<</fadein>> <<fadein 2s>><img src="Images/49BVb2c.gif" alt="Leeching from player, of course.">\ This is MissFortune bugging you one final time. The reason? I don't need no stinkin' reason. I'm the fucking developer and I'll do whatever I want. Shit, I can turn this whole thing into some twisted Family Guy parody whenever I want. In all seriousness, though, thanks for playing. I hope at least a few get some level of 'enjoyment' out of this. @@.rae;-MissFortune@@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + It's a chilly December morning, the sun glaring through just the slightest crack of the blinds covering your window. Knew I should've gotten some fuckin' blind covers at some point, holy hell. You roll over in your bed and shoot a crusty gaze at your alarm clock, sitting just minutes away from going off and probably waking the entire house up in the process. Pushing yourself upright, the blanket falls and reveals your toned torso, bared for anyone on the other side of your door to see. . .or anyone who may have planted cameras to spy on you. Gonna have to check that later. Stupid fucking conspiracy shows got me all paranoid. The mirror on the door of your walk-in closet stares right back at you, showing off the historically attractive genes of the Spencer family. In the mirror, do you see a [[beautiful girl]] or is it just a [[hungover asshole]] again? <</fadein>>

Nothing better than looking at this ogre first thing in the morning. You pull yourself out of your bed and prematurely shut off your alarm clock as you approach your closet. Not because you're excited about going to school, but because today is finally your date with Danny Harden. The teacher's assistant at the University you plan on attending after you graduate. You had two different reasons for choosing a school so close to home, one was the complete lack of rent and the other was that CSU was a legendary party school that was also quite renowned academically. It was the best of both worlds, and the cherry on top is that your parents are typically only home two and half weeks of every month. There was nothing you could call it other than a win-win. Skipping into your closet, you look down your exposed frame and remind yourself that you're entirely nude in the process. Underwear or no underwear, I wonder which he would like more. Eh. . .he might think I'm a slut if I do that. While you're no stranger to the topic of sex, the man you crushed so hard on in your freshman year is more than enough to make you question sharing your first time with him, at least at some point. You met Danny by complete chance in your freshman year after accidentally being tackled by him in the middle of the hallway while he was running after someone, or at least that was what he told you. After that morning, you tried talking to him as much as a freshman could with a busy senior prepping himself for further education. You weren't sure if he was denser than most rocks, or if he had another reason to dismiss the attraction you weren't exactly quiet about, but you never vocalized that very attraction to him. Even if you were forced to regret not saying anything, he was off partying it up with drunk college girls while you still had three years of high school left. Shrugging your shoulders, grab the first pair of jeans and black top you see, and throw them on. I can always change after school. . .or maybe he just wants more of a casual date? Gah, fuck this. You exit your closet and stand in front of your mirror, appraising the outfit you just put together. Christ. Make me a teenager in '09 and I would've been a total scene queen. Ew. . .did I actually just think that? <img src="Images/SavageSimpleOutfitSelfie.png" alt="Alessa Savage"> \ [[I should put on something a little sexier.]]

I haven't started this path yet, and I'm not sure when I will quite yet. I'm trying to not have a mountain of unfinished paths with minimal content. That being said, I hope those of you who enjoy this stick around for it. :) @@.rae;-MissFortune@@

<a href="https://www.patreon.com/MissFortuneGames" target="_blank"><img src="Images/PatWhite.png" height="38" width="169"></a> M I S S F O R T U N E

Growling at your decision, you glance at your clock, run over to your dresser, and tear it open to find most of your clean underwear folded neatly by who you could only hope was your mother because you know you didn't do it yourself. You shiver at the thought for a split-second, but quickly find yourself distracted by the selection and time constraints. "@@.rae;I guess this'll work,@@" you softly speak with a growing smile as an outfit comes to mind. "@@.rae;Might get a little shit from the teachers, but whatever. I'm sure he'll love it.@@" You rip off the clothes you put on moments ago and start over with a pair of small black panties you've likely never worn. After putting on your bra, you slide on a pair of thigh high socks and black fishnet stockings. You put your head on a swivel, turning your head to find a round, unblemished ass proudly flaunting itself in front of you. Your hand falls slowly to your derriere and softly cups a cheek before giving it a light jiggle for the mirror. Damn. . .should've went with this in the first place. <img src="Images/SavageUnderwear.jpg" alt="Alessa Savage in Underwear"> \ You give your rear-end a final once-over in the mirror before moving back to your closet to pick out the shortest skirt and skimpiest top you can find. You quickly gather and dress into the exact outfit your mind conjured up for you before making your way to your door. Just as you are approaching the hallway, you catch the end of a moan. Albiet faint, you think you hear your name. [["Who the fuck would be moaning my name?"|Finish getting ready]]

You finish applying your makeup and doing your hair rather quickly, as you never wore much of the former to begin with and your hair never did much else than be straight unless you forced it to do otherwise, something you were in no mood to do that morning. Even if you wanted to, you knew there wasn't enough time to do anything worthwhile. You waltz into the kitchen while still touching up your hair and, unsurprisingly, find your brother sipping on a beer with his morning cereal. Judas, or "J" as you typically call him, gives you quite the open glare as you pass him by and poor your own bowl of cereal. Your parents left for an investment meeting in Seattle nearly two days ago and will be there for the next week or so, leaving you and your brother to argue as much as you so please. "@@.judas;The fuck are you all Barbie'd up for?@@" Judas speaks to you with a mouth full of the cookie-flavored children's cereal you saved for the neighbor's boy when they asked you to babysit for the night. "@@.judas;Gonna get some rich dweeb to knock you up?@@" "@@.rae;Says the guys drinking at eight in the morning,@@" you rebuke, feeding a spoonful of cereal and cold milk into your mouth. "@@.judas;I blew my load in that. Taste good?@@" You laugh, dropping the spoon into the bowl. "@@.rae;Why am I not surprised? You had me wondering for a bit, but you're obviously a faggot. Can't get enough nut from other guys, so you just eat your own to hold you over.@@" "@@.judas;Har, har. Bitch,@@" J took a swig before roughly setting the bottle back down. "@@.judas;But seriously, Rae, you're asking to get raped wearing that. Go change, because I'm not coming to help you if you do.@@" "@@.rae;Ohheemmmggeee,@@" you dryly respond. "@@.rae;Is the J actually saying he cares about me? Who knew he had it in him. Either way, not happening, ever. Especially when it's you telling me to do it.@@" Judas throws himself up, walks around the table, and looms closer to you with each stride. His glare unwavering, you wonder just how serious he is about you changing. "@@.judas;Rae, I'm being serious. Get changed, or I'll do it for you.@@" [["Eat glass, misogynist."]] [[". . .Fine."]] <<message 'Spoiler' btn>>This is the first choice for the love vs Judas control paths, there will be a second, and likely final, oppurtunity to change your mind later on, as well. "Eat glass, misogynist" is the Judas control path, and will most likely focus on the darker content, as will the Judas path when I get to it. This path has the most content right now, but I am trying to keep both as even as possible. The differences are subtle so far, lots of copying and pasting with minor choice and surface text changes. If it wasn't already obvious, ". . .Fine." is the beginning of the love path for Raelynn and Judas. There will likely be options later on for different, and different types of, relationships, too.<</message>>

Raelynn: Judas:

With something that lied directly in between a huff and a growl, you side-step Judas and grab your bag from the couch you left it on the night before. We're in Torrance, not Crenshaw, moron.. You turn back to Judas and give him the meanest glare a hundred and twenty pound teenage girl could show a man, but as your eyes meet his frame, you notice the roundess coming from the inside of his too-tight jeans. Just a wrinkle, just a wrinkle. . . You make it a point to slam the door behind you and take long strides to your car, eager to get as far away as possible from Judas and what you can only hope isn't an erection created by you, wholly unaware that your skirt is bouncing up and revealing your round bottom with every new step. You fall into the driver seat of your car and [[head to school]].

With something that lied oddly close to both a huff and growl, you side-step your brother and head toward your room. We're in Torrance, not Crenshaw, moron.. You turn back to Judas and give him the meanest glare a hundred and twenty pound teenage girl could show a man, but as your eyes meet his frame, you notice the roundess coming from the inside of his tight jeans. Just a wrinkle, just a wrinkle. . . You return to your room, nearly running back to the original outfit you threw on the bed after taking a glance at your alarm clock. If you didn't have to change, you would have made it to school with a good few minutes to spare, and you knew it. Stupid J, chooses the absolute worst time to decide that he cares. But why now? He's never cared about how I dress before. Stripping out of your outfit once more, you change back into the casual outfit you threw on earlier and [[rush to class]]

<img src="Images/School1.gif" alt="math chalkboard"> \ You reach your classroom with what you're positive is only miliseconds left as the bell echoes just as you pass through the door to your classroom. Heaving out a breath of fresh, tension-addled air, you fall into your chair and start extracting supplies from your bag. When you look up from your bag, you are greeted with the glare of your math teacher, Ian Reeves. While you aren't quite sure if he just doesn't like you or if it was because you were almost late, you are sure that he's glaring at you. You are rarely late, and both your grades and attendance record would prove you right. Don't take out your bad morning on me, asshole. I didn't do shit to you. Pulling your attention away from the now borderline creepy gaze of your math teacher, you turn to your redheaded best friend, Samantha Cobb. A perpetually sarcastic, but exceedingly nice girl you instantly clicked with in your first year of junior high. She would almost be the perfect friend, if only she wasn't constantly packing a lady boner for your brother. In junior high, the two of you were paired together for a History research paper. Despite Sam's inital awkwardness during your first meeting at the school's library, she slowly opened up to you, where you found that you both had a lot in common at the time. Sam wasn't always the pretty redhead that most of Torrance High new her as, she was the "chubby ginger who has no friends", or so you'd heard from others at the time. Then puberty came, and everything changed for her. She taps on your desk, her eyes wildly pinballing between you and your teacher. "@@.sam;Did something happen between you two? Please don't tell me you took that schlong, I don't need those kinds of visuals. I get that enough with the girls my dad brings home.@@" "@@.rae;Ew, no. I mean that whole 'nerdy hipster' thing he has going kinda has some potential, but definitely not my type,@@" you flip to a fresh page in your notebook. "@@.rae;Even then, I'm not really stupid enough to bang a teacher and then piss him off. That's just asking for it, Sam.@@" "@@.sam;What is your type, then? Guys like your bro-@@" "@@.rae;I won't say it again, nothing about my brother.@@" You hear a thick slam come from the front of the classroom, where you quickly find Mr. Reeves hand on top of a textbook as he glares at the two of you. "Shut up, ladies. Next time, I'll be kicking you out." You turn your head back to Sam, as if to silently blame her for you getting your head bitten off only to start giggling with several others as she openly mocks him behind his back. <img src="Images/SamCobb1.gif" alt="Bella Thorne/Sam Cobb gif" height="160" width="330"> \ [[Your classes draw on until the lunch bell rings.]]

<img src="Images/School1.gif" alt="math chalkboard .gif"> You reach your class with what you're sure is only miliseconds left as the bell echoes just as you pass through the door to your classroom. Heaving out a breath of fresh, tension-addled air, you fall into your chair and start extracting supplies from your bag. When you look up from your bag, you are greeted with the glare of your math teacher, Ian Reeves. While you aren't quite sure if he just doesn't like you or if it was because you were almost late, you are sure that he's glaring at you. You are rarely late, and both your grades and attendance record would prove you right. Don't take out your bad morning on me, asshole. I didn't do shit to you. Pulling your attention away from the now borderline creepy gaze of your math teacher, you turn to your redheaded best friend, Samantha Cobb. A perpetually sarcastic, but exceedingly nice girl you instantly clicked with in your final year of junior high. She would almost be the perfect friend, if only she wasn't constantly packing a lady boner for your brother. She taps on your desk, her eyes wildly pinballing between you and your teacher. "@@.sam;Did something happen between you two? Please don't tell me you took that schlong, I don't need those kinds of visuals. I get that enough with the girls my dad brings home.@@" "@@.rae;Ew, no. I mean that whole 'nerdy hipster' thing he has going kinda has some potential, but definitely not my type,@@" you flip to a fresh page in your notebook. "@@.rae;Even then, I'm not really stupid enough to bang a teacher and then piss him off. That's just asking for it, Sam.@@" "@@.sam;What is your type, then? Guys like your bro-@@" "@@.rae;. . .Sam, I really don't want to hear about your crush on my brother.@@" You hear a thick slam come from the front of the classroom, where you quickly find Mr. Reeves hand on top of a textbook as he glares at the two of you. "Shut up, ladies. Next time, I'll be kicking you out." You turn your head back to Sam, as if to silently blame her for you getting you head bitten off only to start giggling with several others as she openly mocks him behind his back. <img src="Images/SamCobb1.gif" alt="Bella Thorne/Sam Cobb gif" height="160" width="330"> \ [[Go to lunch]]

Here you can either jump to a path that sounds interesting to you, or resume where the previous update ended. I'll try and keep this updated with the most recent paths, but don't bite meh head off if I forget about this. Regardless, we won't be using this for a while. At least until the early paths are a bit more fleshed out. [[Rae/Judas First Fuck (Mostly an intro skip up to the first pregnancy choice.)|You are about to have anal sex with your brother]]. <<back "Corona Matata, lovelies.">>

<img src="Images/Lunch1.gif" alt="cafeteria lunch gif"> \ The lunch bell calls your name as the bell rings loudly, all but signaling that it's time for you and about two thousand other hungry teenagers to fill their stomachs. After you grab your food, it doesn't take you long to find Sam sitting at your typical spot amongst a few other people you are friendly with. As you set your tray down, you're careful to fix your skirt as you plant yourself on the bench. An act of modesty that doesn't go unnoticed by Sam. "@@.sam;Okay, now that we aren't being so rudely interrupted by Stephen Hawking's adopted son, I have to ask. What's with the outfit? Don't get me wrong, it's cute, but I guess it really doesn't scream 'Rae'.@@" Sam lifts her eyes and guides her hand across the cafeteria. "@@.sam;I mean, guys are looking at you right now. They straight up wanna be the Womb Raider to your Lara Croft.@@" "@@.rae;I'm going on a date today, thought I'd wear something less. . .I don't know, me? I want to look good for him.@@" "@@.sam;Why didn't you tell me about it? Is it because it's your br-@@" Pulling a piece of pepperoni off the pizza in front of you, you lob it square into the center of Sam's face, only to watch it hit the floor as her head swiftly dodges it. "@@.rae;No, and stop talking about J. I don't want to hear his name right now,@@" you lift the still-steaming pizza and suck it into your mouth. "@@.rae;Do you remember Danny from our freshman year?@@" "@@.sam;Obvs. You were creaming your panties every day about him, hard not to remember him after that. He's a TA or something now, right?@@" You nod. "@@.rae;Yeah. He's the history TA at CSU now. I ran into him when me and my mom went on that stupid campus tour, he gave me his number in case@@ '@@.rae;I had any other questions@@' @@.rae;and we've been texting since. He just came out of the blue and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere on Friday.@@" As you and Danny texted back and forth, you couldn't quite help but feel like there was a bit of flirtin going on between the two of you. The thought that you were misreading the ambiguity of unspoken words behind a screen had definitely crossed your mind, but that thought was immediately blown away the moment he asked if you were busy on Friday. He, for all intents and purposes, had asked you out. "@@.sam;If only you could see how hard your white ass is blushing right now.@@" Sam laughed for a moment, allowing her expression to become slightly more serious. "@@.sam;Promise me that you'll be careful. Don't take drinks you didn't get yourself, all that stuff.@@" "@@.rae;I don't think he's the type, but if it'll make you feel better, then I promise I'll be careful.@@" "@@.sam;I don't care if he's Jesus Christ. You're my best friend, and I don't want to see you buried before me.@@" [[Your school day drags on until the final bell, where you find a surprise waiting for you outside.]]

<img src="Images/dannyparkinglot.gif"> \ As soon as you step through the school doors, you hear loud honk rip through the lot from a tall pickup truck parked right against the curb. You wonder what kind of moronic shit-for-brains would park at the front of a school and honk until someone notices him, but your answer is given to you as you make short strides toward that very curb. It wasn't your brother, but the very boy you were going on a date with in less than two hours. "Damn, Rae. You're lookin' about as hot as a two-dollar pistol." Uh, what? You laugh. "@@.rae;Thanks, I think?@@" "There's no thinking involved, 'cause you are. You are the most genuinely pretty girl I've had the pleasure of being around in weeks." he flashes you a toothy grin, nodding toward the passenger seat inside his truck. "If you don't have any other plans, I was thinking instead of a movie or something like that, I could take you somewhere pretty meaningful to me before we go to that nice little dinner I reserved?" You eye down your short skirt and fishnet stockings before returning your gaze to Danny. "@@.rae;Do you think I should change first? I don't want you to think I'm a slut, I just wanted to look. . .@@" you pause for a moment as you tread closer to the realization of what you are about to say. Danny gives you a coy smile, leaning his head out of the truck. "You just wanted to look, what?" You sigh, surprising even yourself with how nervous you are. "@@.rae;I just wanted to look good for you. It might be sort of obvious, but I've wanted this to happen since you tackled me in my freshman year.@@" "You hit a homerun on looking good, that's for damn sure, but a slut? Nah, not even close," Danny pulls off his glasses and gives you soft, perhaps comforting stare, and yet, somehow you still feel the faintest of chills fall down your spine. "I had an idea that you were into me, but I wasn't going to make you to be with a guy that was on his way to college, you know? Gotta sow your oats." Danny taps on the door of his matte black chevy pickup and looks at you. [["Now, how about you hop your pretty little butt in here and come with me?"]]

<img src="Images/Lunch1.gif" alt="cafeteria lunch gif"> \ The lunch bell calls your name as the bell rings loudly, all but signaling that it's time for you and about two thousand other hungry teenagers to fill their stomachs. After you grab your food, it doesn't take you long to find Sam sitting at your typical spot amongst a few other people you are friendly with. As you set your tray down, you find Sam eyeing your outfit just as you are going to sit. "@@.sam;Okay, now that we aren't being so rudely interrupted by Stephen Hawking's adopted son, I have to ask. What's up with the outfit? Don't get me wrong, it's cute, but it seems like you just threw it on.@@" Sam lifts her eyes and guides her hand across the cafeteria. "@@.sam;I mean, guys should be looking at you right now, like they wanna be the Womb Raider to your Lara Croft.@@" "@@.rae;I was going to wear something a bit cuter since I was going on a date today, but J made me change because it was too provocative.@@" "@@.sam;A date? Why didn't you tell me about it? Is it because it's your br-@@" Pulling a piece of pepperoni off the pizza in front of you, you lob it square into the center of Sam's face. "@@.rae;No, and please stop bring up J with guys I'm about to go on a date with, that's not something I want to imagine,@@" you lift the still-steaming pizza and suck it into your mouth. "@@.rae;Do you remember Danny from our freshman year?@@" "@@.sam;Obvs. You were creaming your panties every day about him, hard not to remember him after that. He's a TA or something now, right?@@" You nod. "@@.rae;Yeah. He's the history TA at CSU now. I ran into him when me and my mom went on that stupid campus tou, he gave me his number in case@@ '@@.rae;I had any other questions@@' @@.rae;and we've been texting since. He just came out of the blue and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere on Friday.@@" As you and Danny texted back and forth, you couldn't quite help but feel like there was a bit of flirtin going on between the two of you. The thought that you were misreading the ambiguity of unspoken words behind a screen had definitely crossed your mind, but that thought was immediately blown away the moment he asked if you were busy on Friday. He, for all intents and purposes, had asked you out. "@@.sam;If only you could see how hard your white ass is blushing right now.@@" Sam laughed for a moment, allowing her expression to become slightly more serious. "@@.sam;Promise me that you'll be careful. Don't take drinks you didn't get yourself, all that stuff.@@" "@@.rae;He isn't the type, but if it'll make you feel better, then I promise I'll be careful.@@" "@@.sam;I don't care if he's Jesus Christ. You're my best friend, and I don't want to see you buried before me.@@" [[The final bell comes all too slowly.]]

<img src="Images/dannyparkinglot.gif"> \ As soon as you step through the school doors, you hear a loud honk rip through area from a tall pickup truck parked right against the curb. You wonder what kind of moronic shit-for-brains would park at the front of a school and honk until someone notices him, but your answer is given to you as you make small strides toward the curb. It wasn't your brother, but the very boy you were going on a date with in less than two hours. "Damn, Rae. You're lookin' about as hot as a two-dollar pistol." Uh, what? You laugh. "@@.rae;Thanks, I think?@@" "There's no thinking involved, 'cause you are. You are the most genuinely pretty girl I've had the pleasure of being around in weeks." he flashes you a toothy grin, nodding toward the passenger seat inside his truck. "If you don't have any other plans, I was thinking instead of a movie or something like that, I could take you somewhere pretty meaningful to me before we go to that nice little dinner I reserved?" You eye down your plain black vneck and faded jeans before returning your gaze to Danny. "@@.rae;Do you think you could follow me home so I can change first? I don't want you to think that I'm boring, I just want to look. . .@@" you pause for a moment as you tread closer to the realization of what you are about to say. Danny gives you a coy smile, leaning his head out of the truck. "You just wanted to look, what?" You sigh, surprising even yourself with how nervous you are. "@@.rae;I just want to look good for you, a girl that looks like she belongs with you. It might be sort of obvious, but I've wanted this to happen since you tackled me in my freshman year.@@" "You look a bit conservative, sure, but boring? Nah, not even close." Danny pulls off his glasses and gives you a soft, perhaps comforting stare, and yet, somehow you still feel the faintest of chills fall down your spin. "I had an idea that you were into me, but I wasn't going to force you to be with a guy that was well on his way to college, you know? Gotta sow your oats, gorgeous." Danny taps on the door of his matte black chevy pickup and looks at you. [["Now, how about you hop in that car and drive that pretty little butt home?"]]

<img src="Images/RaeDannySunset.gif"> \ You and Danny share a lengthy, if not awkward at points, ride through Torrance. Your conversations go from busy with things you're both interested in to small talk about school or weather to silence, and then all the way back to busy once again. As Danny takes one last turn, you immediately realize where he's taking you, or so you thought, until he drives right passed it. Minutes after teasing you with the sight of Torrance Beach, Danny pulls up to an older looking, slighty rusting brown gate and pushes it open. Danny quickly goes on to repeat himself in reverse by driving through the gate and onto the sandy path before closing the gate behind the truck. You begin to study the fuchsia-stained sky as Danny takes you down that dirt path, and soon you're once again being shown a part of the beach you had just passed. Albeit clearly separated from the rest. You watch Danny take a sharp right at the end of the path before putting the truck in park and jumping out from the tall pickup. You are almost surprised to see Danny walk around the truck and pull the door open for you to get out. Jumping out from the truck, you land softly in the sand and turn to your right, where you spot a peculiar sight in what looks to be some kind of run-down cabin or very small house. Danny joins you at your side and takes you by your wrist, pulling you forward until you're standing in front of one of the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen. Inching closer, you are fully aware of how quickly Danny is trying to put 'the moves' on you, and you aren't quite sure if you want to move that fast. You've liked him for a while, and a lot at that, but you wonder if it'd be smart to tell him too cool down a little bit. Danny softly brushes his fingers through the length of your straight black hair before raising it and setting it on your shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't it?" You nod, smiling, surprised by the unexpected romantic side he was showing you. "@@.rae;It's stunning.@@" He begins to drag his knuckle down the length of your arm, but just as swiftly you notice his face fall. "My parents used to argue a lot when I was younger, and whenever they did, my sister would bring me here and stay until the sun went down. She would talk to me about things I knew she hated, anything to distract me from what we left from. She was my rock for a long time, she was what allowed me to be as happy as I was, and then she disappeared before I ever even had the chance to repay everything she did for me," Danny ran his fingers through his own hair this time, unafraid of revealing the pain etched on his face to you. "She took her own life. Never showed any signs, just the police at our door telling us that she jumped off a building." You can feel the loss within his quaking words, but there is no way you could know it. "@@.rae; I'm so sorry. . .I wish I could say that I know how you feel, but I don't and I really don't want to lie about something like that.@@" Danny gives you a light, if not forced chuckle, made more than obvious by the crack in his voice. "Jeez, that really soured the mood. I'm sorry, Rae. I didn't mean for that to happen, I guess I just let my emotions run away on me." You shake your head, your deep-rooted feelings urging you to kiss him right at that moment. As much as you would have loved to, kissing him right after he opened his heart about his sister simply felt wrong. "@@.rae;Don't apologize for that. You opened up to me, and I think it was endearing. Guys don't. . .talk like that anymore. Talking about your feelings doesn't make you any less of a man, it's helping yourself.@@" "I just wish there was more I could've done to save her, I just wish there was something that could make it right, but. . ." [["Unfortunately, the only thing that can make any of this right is you."]]

<img src="Images/RaeDannySunset.gif"> You and Danny share a lengthy, if not awkward at points, ride through Torrance. Your conversations go from busy with things you're both interested in to small talk about school or weather to silence, and then all the way back to busy once again. As Danny takes one last turn, you immediately realize where he's taking you, or so you thought, until he drives right passed it. Minutes after teasing you with the sight of Torrance Beach, Danny pulls up to an older looking, browing gate and pushes it open. Danny quickly goes on to repeat himself in reverse by driving through the gate and onto the sandy path before closing the gate behind the truck. You begin to study the fuchsia-stained sky as Danny takes you down that dirt path, and soon you're once again being shown a part of the beach you had just passed. Albiet clearly separated from the rest of the beach. You watch Danny take a sharp right at the end of the path before putting the truck in park and jumping out from the tall pickup. You are almost surprised to see Danny walk around the truck and pull the door open for you to get out. Jumping out from the truck, you land softly in the sand and turn to your right, where you spot a peculiar sight in what looks to be some kind of cabin or small house. Danny joins you at your side and takes you by your wrist, pulling you forward until you're standing in front of one of the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen. Inching closer, you are fully aware of how quickly Danny is trying to put 'the moves' on you, and you aren't quite sure if you want to move that fast. You like him, a lot, but wonder if it'd be smart to tell him too cool down a little bit. Danny softly runs his fingers through the length of your straight black hair before raising it and setting it on your shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't it?" You nod, smiling, surprised by the unexpected romantic side he was showing you. "@@.rae;It's stunning.@@" He begins to drag his knuckle down the length of your arm, but just as swiftly you notice his face fall. "My parents used to argue a lot when I was younger, and whenever they did, my sister would bring me here and stay until the sun went down. She would talk to me about things I knew she hated, anything to distract me from what we left from. She was my rock for a long time, she was what allowed me to be as happy as I was, and then she disappeared before I ever even had the chance to repay everything she did for me," Danny ran his fingers through his hair, unafraid of revealing the pain on his face to you. "She took her own life. Never showed any signs, just the police at our door telling us that she jumped off a building." You can feel the pain within his quaking words, but there is no way you could know it. "@@.rae; I'm so sorry. . .I wish I could say that I know how you feel, but I don't and I really don't want to lie about something like that.@@" Danny gives you a light, if not forced chuckle, made more than obvious by the crack in his voice. "Jeez, that really soured the mood. I'm sorry, Rae. I didn't mean for that to happen, I guess I just let my emotions get the better of me." You shake your head, your deep-rooted feelings urging you to kiss him right at that moment. As much as you would have loved to, kissing him right after he opened his heart about his sister simply felt wrong. "@@.rae;Don't apologize for that. You opened up to me, and I think it was endearing. Guys don't. . .talk like that anymore. Talking about your feelings doesn't make you any less of a man, it's helping yourself.@@" "I just wish there was more I could've done to save her, I just wish there was something that could make it right, but. . ." [["As they say, 'an eye for an eye'."]]

As each new word exits Danny's lips, as each syllable falls off his tongue, you feel the downright frozen chill that falls down your spine. It wasn't what he said that created that chill, it was the way he forced each one out. You could feel the antartic roaring behind his words, you could feel the anger in every tremble his voice made. Each and every word uttered in that moment was meant. In the truest form of the word. Throwing your torso in a one-eighty, you find that the chills coursing through you veins are very much real as Danny himself looms over you. You are given no chance to act or fight back as his arm constrict around you, cupping your mouth with the pit of his elbow in the process. Your petite frame writhes wildly within his grip, fighting as much as your slyphlike frame allows, but you realize all too quickly that trying to break free isn't possible. His arm begans to clamp down over your mouth, and if his show of strength hadn't been enough to break the camel's back before, then being ripped up to your feet by Danny with just one arm was the straw. It only takes a moment for you to gather that he's dragging you to the run down cabin just a few yards away. With a renwed sense of both fear and urgency, you begin to rip at his fingers, clawing at his arms over and over, but you are swfitly reminded once more just how fruitless that endeavor is. You, however, are given a glimpse of light just as you approach the stairs to the old cabin. As he tries to tug you up the stairs, you realize that some of the body fat on his arm has slipped passed your lips, inviting itself to your teeth. Knowing full well that it was bite his arm and get away or else, you saw no other option, and you were going to be damned if you were going to just let this happen. You open your mouth as far as his forearm will let you and chomp down with all the strength your jaw has to offer. A seeming eternity passes through your mind, leaving you wondering if your bite only felt like pricked with a knife to him, but that thought quickly became a memory as he hissed a grunt through his teeth. You fight free as he tears his bloody forearm away from your teeth, lunging yourself forward to scream at the top of your lungs, but you are unable to make a peep. Before you can even utter a sound, Danny takes a fistful of your dark hair and thrashes you back, slamming you down face first into the wooden stair beneath you with a force you didn't know he was capable of. Your world starts to blur around you as you feel your body loosen against the stairs beneath you. <img src="Images/raeblur.gif"> [[Your eyes painfully open to the movement of your skirt being torn away.]] <<message 'POSSIBLE TRIGGERS (SPOILERS)' btn>> If you clicked this, then you might be afraid of being 'triggered' by something. The upcoming sequence of passages include forced/implied drug usage, rape and/or non-consensual intercourse, and implied slavery (vaguely), along with faint touches of murder. I mean, if you read the opening page at all, you'd know this. If you didn't see it? Well, learn to read or get your eyes checked, I dunno. While the opening passages are somewhat intergral to the events after it, it can be skipped. Just don't bitch at me when you're confused about something, m'kay? [[Click here to skip opening passages.|you hear a soft ringtone from the the small house.]] <</message>>

<img src="Images/Hands1.gif"> You walk into your house, and as usual, you find your brother lounging on the couch with the SP4 controller in his hands and a beer tucked in between his legs. He doesn't notice your presence until you slam the door behind yourself, a slam that results in him setting the controller down and looking at you through the corner of his eye as he takes a swig out of the brown bottle. "@@.judas;The fuck's got your panties in a twist?@@" You turn and shake your head, forcing you to wonder if he's asking just to be a dick or if he actually forgot. Ignoring his question, you rush through your opened bedroom door and make a beeline towards your bed, where you find the outfit you nearly wore that morning before your brother forced you to change out of it. Everything is there on your bed, everything but the stockings. Did I leave my door open when I left? Did. . .J steal my stockings? No, no. He wouldn't have, he has plenty of girls to sleep with still. A sigh exits your drying lips, all but leaving you to bear the decision of putting on the outfit without them or putting a new one on all together. You give a once-over to the nearly all black outfit, the black thigh high socks, the short black miniskirt, and the borderline crop top that glued itself to your washboard stomach. You throw your hands into the air with a growl and begin to strip. Stockings aren't going to make or break this. . .I hope. Careful to grab your phone and your clutch, you stroll back into the living room, where you find your brother leering out the window in a silence only shared with Danny's truck. Judas turns to you with a shit-eating smirk and nods his massive head toward the window. You knew he was looking for a way to use it against you, just like he did with everything else. "@@.judas;Who's the fag driving that piece of shit Chevy?@@" "@@.rae;A fag who's more of a man than you'll ever be, that's who,@@" you hiss as you approach the door. "@@.rae;Don't burn the house down while I'm gone, okay?@@" Judas gives you a sarcastic smirk. [["Remember what Gramps used to say, Rae? Never trust a guy who drives a Chevy."]]

As each new word exits Danny's lips, as each new syllable falls off his tongue, you feel a downright frozen chill fall race down your spine. It wasn't what he said that created the chill, it was the way he forced each one out. You could feel the antartic roaring behind his words, you could feel the anger in every tremble his voice made. Each and every word uttered in that moment was meant. In the truest form of the word. Throwing your torso in a one-eighty, you find that the chills coursing through you veins are very much real as Danny himself looms over you. You are given no chance to act or fight back as his arm constrict around you, cupping your mouth with the pit of his elbow in the process. Your petite figure writhes wildly within his grip, fighting as much as your slyphlike frame allows, but you realize all too quickly that breaking free won't come easy. His arm clamps down over your mouth, and if his show of strength hadn't been enough to break the camel's back before, then being ripped up to your feet by Danny with just one arm was the straw. It only takes a moment for you to gather that he's dragging you to the run down cabin just a few yards away. With a renewed sense of both fear and urgency, you begin to rip at his fingers, clawing at his arms over and over with your black nails, but you are only reminded once more just how fruitless that endeavor is. You, however, are given a glimpse of light just as you approach the stairs to the run-down house. As he tries to tug you up the stairs, you realize that some of the body fat on his arm has slipped passed your lips, inviting itself to your teeth. Knowing full well that it was bite his arm and get away or else, you see no other option, and you were going to be damned if you were going to just let any chance slip by. You open your mouth as far as his forearm will let you and chomp down with all the strength your jaw has to offer. A seeming eternity passes through your mind, leaving you wondering if your bite only felt like a prick with a toothpick to him, but that thought quickly becomes a memory as a hissed grunt slices through his teeth. You fight free as he tears his bloody forearm away from your teeth, allowing you to lunge forward and scream at the top of your lungs, but you are unable to make a peep. Before you can utter even the beginnings of a sound, Danny takes a fistful of your dark hair and thrashes you back, slamming you down face first into the wooden stair beneath you with a force you didn't know he was capable of. Your world starts to blur around you as you feel your body loosen against the stairs beneath you. <img src="Images/raeblur.gif"> \ [[Your eyes painfully flutter open with the movement of your skirt being ripped off.]] <<message 'POSSIBLE TRIGGERS (SPOILERS)' btn>> If you clicked this, then you might be afraid of being 'triggered' by something. The upcoming sequence of passages include forced/implied drug usage, rape and/or non-consensual intercourse, and implied slavery (vaguely), along with faint touches of murder. I mean, if you read the opening page at all, you'd know this. If you didn't see it? Well, learn to read or get your eyes checked, I dunno. While the opening passages are somewhat intergral to the events after it, it can be skipped. Just don't bitch at me when you're confused about something, m'kay? [[Click here to skip opening passages.|you hear a soft ringtone chime from the small house.]] It also has the side-function of being a skip button to get back to a certain point. <</message>>

You turn your entire upper body just as you hear the sounds of ripping, and your worst fear is all but paved in stone as your underwear-clad rear-end is bared in its entirety to the twenty-something behind you. Even as the slender fingers on both of your hands tremble in both fear and uncertainty, you throw all caution to the wind and toss both of your palms into his chest. You feel a tear trace the arch of your cheekbone as you watch Danny do little more than wobble, knowing all too well that the only thing you achieved by pushing him was making him that much angrier. "@@.rae;Danny, p-please don't,@@" you hammer your fist into the wood. "@@.rae;Fuck, I'll do anyting. Just not this.@@" You can only watch while Danny slips his hand into the waist of your underwear and effortlessly rips them from your hips. Danny, once again, latches onto a fistful of your raven hair and slams your head back down onto the wood, holding you firmly in place as the sound of spitting crashes through your eardrums like a cymbal in a library. It isn't but mere seconds until you feel them warmth of something press against your virgin crevice, known only by your fingers and a small hairbrush. The heat pressing against your lips morphs into a soft pressure, a softness that lasts only seconds as a searing pain rips through your mound. Danny growls in your ear, pushing his hips forward. "Don't blame me for this, Rae. This needed to happen, so he can feel how I felt," Danny raises himself off of your back before you feel a shifting in between your legs. "Just stay still so I don't have to hit you again." "@@.rae;Fucking stop it!@@" you try thrash yours hips away from him, screaming as loudly as you possibly can with his palm buried into your cheek. All of the air is torn out of your lungs as Danny's fist violently collides with your rib cage. "I said shut the fuck up. Now stay that way, or this'll get a lot worse." As if delivering you your final words, Danny's hips slam into your rear-end, ripping through your untouched canal all in one fluid stroke. <img src="Images/Raeforced2.gif"> \ Dannny growls incoherent, empty words into your ear as he buries his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to the searing pain in between your legs. You lie there with your face buried in the wood, taking thrust after thrust as tear after tear falls from your eyes. Still, motionless, you don't dare make a move or sound. Whether that is due to the fear running through you or not, you aren't quite sure. Buried deep within the recesses of your own mind, you are suddenly torn out of it as you are raised by your hair and hit with the harsh breaths against your ear. "Fucking Christ, Rae. . .are you a virgin?" You feel the erection inside of you throb ever so slightly, only followed with a single finger tracing your labia. That very finger is just as quickly forced into your line of sight. "Are you actually getting off on this? I can't believe you're fuckin' wet right now. Stupid bitch." Danny's thrusts begin to quicken as he drops his moist fingertip from your eyes to your lips, smearing it across them. You try your hardest to go somewhere else, anywhere that Danny doesn't exist, anywhere you aren't losing your virginity to an act of force, and yet you can't. You can't run away, you cant't bury yourself in the darkest corners of your mind, you can only lie limp over a stair as you have your cherry raped away. <img src="Images/RaeVirginity.gif"> \ [[And the worst part was that he wasn't wrong.]]

As if each word he growls in your ear is getting him off, you feel his erection swell and grow that much more inside of you, spreading your flower of sin that much further. Where each and every thrust used to bring pain, you begin to feel the tingling pressure growing in the pit of your bared stomach as your mound continues to tighten around his cock. You can't help but wonder why you are feeling pleasure at all, you've hated every moment of this and yet there your pussy lies in front of him, dampening for the man who stole your virginity from you. You are ripped out of your mind once more as his palm collides with your cheek. "I can't believe you're actually getting off on this. You even got tighter after that smack. How are you going to feel about cumming on my cock, Rae? You're about to cum for the guy raping you, hows does that make you feel, you stupid bitch?" "@@.rae;Fuck you,@@" you try to shout, but only force out a near whimper. "If only you could see how soaked my cock is right now, you'd be singing a different tune," Danny softly whispers into your ear, entirely contradicted by the violent thrust that folllowed. "If you were anyone but you, this wouldn't be happening right now. You might still be gawking at me over there by my truck, enjoying your night with me. But you're a Spencer. This is more than you deserve, bitch. I should be putting a fucking bullet in your head." Danny pulls you up by your hair, leaving you with no choice but stare at the rotting door in front of you. Each thrust he drives into you becomes rougher than the last, faster than the one that preceded it. <img src="Images/RaeVirginity2.gif"> \ His ragged breathing begins to tell you all of the signs your friends took the liberty of telling you about even after you refused. You knew enough to tell that he was about to cum, but that wasn't what scared you in the slightest. It was where he was going to cum. You weren't on any kind of birth control, and he was showing no signs of slowing. Danny's thrusts begin to slow, but that loss of speed was simply traded for power. "I'm gonna cum, Rae. Don't you want it? 'Cause I think your pussy really does, thing is fuckin' dripping. It's so damn tight, I don't even know if I could pull out if I wanted to. . ." he laughs, burying his palm into your rear-end. "But maybe if you ask real nicely, I might be able to." Even you knew everything on the line with that request. You either grovel with his cock still in you or you keep your pride and risk your future for it. The answer was obvious to you, you needed to make sure he pulled out, but you couldn't find any of them. You couldn't find the words you needed to say. Not in time, at least. Danny buries the length of his cock into your untainted canal and you immediately feel the warmth paint your insides a fresh shade of white, spraying the walls of your pussy with his fertile seed. [["Too late," he gives you a fulfilled sigh]].

<img src="Images/RaeCreamed1.gif"> \ No words come as you feel your rapist's semen flow out of you, slowly trickling further down your thighs by the second. In just a fleeting, single twenty minutes, your virginity was stolen from you before you were filled up with the cum of the very man who stole it from you. You begin to think that there's no way this night could get any worse, that he had already done the worst possible thing he could do to you, that he was just going to leave you there to fizzle out in the ashes of your innocence. You had no idea that this was just the beginning, not until Danny began to walk up the rotting steps and to the door in a thin layer of sweat before kicking it open and returning back to you. You neither have the mental fortitude or energy to attempt to flee from Danny. Every part of you feels like it's either throbbing, burning, or some cruel mix of both. Even if you could run, you doubted you would even be able to get a few yards away before he caught you and made you feel even worse. Danny takes yet another fistful of hair and lifts you by it. There's only the crashing of waves and his heavy breathing that contaminate the all too appealing silence. A swift smack takes you out of your stupor, even if you refuse to let your eyes meet Danny's. The moment he notices you looking away, the fingers of his free hand latch onto your chin and force your head towards him. Insisent on having you look him in the eyes, you try to fight him every step of the way, no matter how minimal. You close your eyes just as your face is supposed to meet his own. A moment of silence follows before you feel your hair being ripped back with another smack across the face. As the stinging in your cheek grows, you feel your face coated in a slimy warmth, almost like the substance falling from the tainted treasure in between your legs. You squint your eyes open only to see a clear fluid hanging over both of them, all but giving away that he had just spit in your face. "Bet you thought that was it, huh? Take my load and it's all over, just like that? Fuck no. We have all the time we need around here, then I might send you back like the broken girl my sister was." Danny sneered. "I'm a nice person, though, unlike you Spencer fucks. So, if you listen to me and be a good girl, I'll let you leave in one piece. If you aren't? Well, let's hope we don't find out." You hear Danny let out a light chuckle. [[Then your world goes completely and utterly black.]]

You turn your entire upper body just as you hear the sounds of ripping, and your worst fear is all but paved in stone as your underwear-clad rear-end is bared in its entirety to the twenty-something behind you. Even as the slender fingers on both of your hands tremble in both fear and uncertainty, you throw all caution to the wind and toss both of your palms into his chest. You feel a tear a tear trace the arch of your cheekbone as you watch Danny do little more than wobble, knowing all too well that the only thing you achieved by pushing him was making him that much angrier. "@@.rae;Danny, p-please don't,@@" you hammer your fist into the wood. "@@.rae;Fuck, I'll do anyting. Just not this.@@" You can only watch while Danny slips his hand into the wasit of your thong and effortlessly rips them from your hips. Danny, once again, latches onto a fistful of your raven hair and slams your head back down onto the wood, holding you firmly in place as the sound of spitting crashes through your eardrums like a cymbal in a library. It isn't but mere seconds until you feel them warmth of something press against your virgin crevice, known only by your fingers and a small hairbrush. The heat pressing against your lips morphs into a soft pressure, a softness that lasts only seconds as a searing pain rips through your mound. Danny growls in your ear, pushing his hips forward. "Don't blame me for this, Rae. This needed to happen, so he could feel how I felt," Danny raises himself off of your back before you feel a shifting in between your legs. "Just stay still so I don't have to hit you again." "@@.rae;Fucking stop it!@@" you thrash yours hips widly, screaming as loudly as you possibly can with his palm buried into your cheek. All of air is torn out of your lungs as Danny's fist violently collides with your rib cage. "I said shut the fuck up. Now stay that way, or this'll get a lot worse." As if delivering you your final words, Danny's hips slam into your rear-end, ripping through your untouched canal all in one fluid stroke. <img src="Images/Raeforced2.gif"> Dannny growls incoherent, empty words into your ear as he buries his cock into you for a second time, giving you no time to adjust to the searing pain in between your legs. You lie there with your face buried in the wood, taking thrust after thrust as tear after tear falls from your eyes. Still, motionless, you don't dare make a move or sound. Whether that is due to the fear running through you or not, you aren't quite sure. Buried deep within the recesses of your own mind, you are suddenly torn out of it as you are raised by your hair and hit with the harsh breaths against your ear. "Fucking Christ, Rae. . .are you a virgin?" You feel the erection inside of you throb slightly, only followed with a single finger tracing your labia. That very finger is just as quickly forced into your line of sight. "Are you actually getting off on this? I can't believe you're fuckin' wet right now. Stupid bitch." Danny's thrusts begin to quicken as he drops his moist fingertip from your eyes to your lips, smearing it across them. You try your hardest to go somewhere else, anywhere that Danny didn't exist, anywhere you weren't losing your virginity to an act of force, and yet you couldn't. You couldn't run away, you couldn't bury yourself in the darkest corners of your mind, you could only lie limp over a stair as you had your cherry raped away. <img src="Images/RaeVirginity.gif"> [[The worst part was that he wasn't wrong.]]

As if each word he growls in your ear is getting him off, you feel his erection throb and grow that much more inside of you, spreading your flower of sin that much further. Where each and every thrust used to bring pain, you begin to feel the tingling pressure growing in the pit of your bared stomach as your mound continues to tighten around his cock. You can't help wonder why you are feeling pleasure at all, you have hated every moment of this and yet there your pussy lies, slowly dampening for the man who stole your virginity from you. You are ripped out of your mind once more as his palm collides with your cheek. "I can't believe you're actually getting off on this. You even got tighter after that smack. How are you going to feel about cumming on my cock, Rae? You're about to cum for the guy raping you, hows does that make you feel, you stupid bitch?" "@@.rae;Fuck you,@@" you try to shout, but only force out a near whimper. "@@.rae;. . .You'll get yours.@@" "If only you could see how soaked my cock is right now, you'd be singing a different tune," Danny softly whispers into your, entirely contradicted by the violent thrust that folllowed. "If you were anyone but you, this wouldn't be happening right now. You might still be gawking at me over there by my truck, enjoying your night with me. But you're a Spencer. This is more than you deserve, bitch. I should put a fucking bullet in your head." Danny pulls you up by your hair, leaving you with no choice but stare at the rotting door in front of you. Each thrust he drives into you becomes rougher than the last, faster than the one that preceded it. <img src="Images/RaeVirginity2.gif"> His ragged breathing begins to tell you all of the signs your friends took the liberty of telling you about even after you refused. You knew enough to tell that he was about to cum, but that wasn't what scared you in the slightest. It was where he was going to cum. You weren't on any kind of birth control, and he was showing no signs of slowing down. Danny's thrusts begin to slow, but that loss of speed was simply traded for power. "I'm gonna cum, Rae. Don't you want it? 'Cause I think your pussy really does, thing is fuckin' dripping. It's so damn tight, I don't even know if I could pull out if I wanted to. . ." he laughs, burying his palm into your rear-end. "But maybe if you beg real nicely, I might be able to." Even you knew everything on the line with that request. You either grovel with his cock still in you and beg or you keep your pride and risk you future for it. The answer was obvious to you, you needed to beg, but you couldn't find any of them. You couldn't find the words you needed to say. Not in time, at least. Danny buries the length of his cock into your untainted canal and you immediately feel the warmth paint your insides a fresh shade of white, spraying the walls of your pussy with his fertile seed. [["Don't say I didn't give you a chance."]]

<img src="Images/RaeCreamed1.gif"> No words come as you feel your rapist's semen flow out of you, slowly trickling further down your thighs by the second. In just a fleeting, single twenty minutes, your virginity was stolen from you and then filled up with the cum of the very man who stole it from you. You begin to think that there's no way this night could get any worse, that he had already done the worst possible thing he could do to you, that he was just going to leave you there to fizzle out in the ashes of your innocence. You had no idea that this was just the beginning, not until Danny began to walk up the rotting steps in a thin layer of sweat before kicking it open and returning back to you. You neither have the mental fortitude or energy to attempt to flee from Danny. Every part of you feels like it's either throbbing, burning, or some cruel mix of both. Even if you could run, you doubted you would even be able to get a few yards away before he caught you and made you feel even worse. Danny takes yet another fistful of hair and lifts you by it. There's only the crashing of waves and his heavy breathing that contaminate the all too appealing silence. A swift smack takes you out of your stupor, even if you refuse to let your eyes meet Danny's. The moment he notices you looking away, the fingers of his free hand latch onto your chin and force your head towards him. Insisent on having you look him in the eyes, you try to fight him every step of the way, no matter how minimal. You close your eyes just as your face is supposed to meet his own. A moment of silence follows before you feel your hair being ripped back with another smack across the face. As the stinging in your cheek grows, you feel your face coated in a slimy warmth, almost like the substance falling from the tainted treasure in between your legs. You squint your eyes open only to see a clear fluid hanging over both of your eyes, all but giving away that he had just spit in your face. "Bet you thought that was it, huh? Take my load and it's all over, just like that? Fuck no. We have all weekend together, then I'll send you back like the broken girl my sister was." Danny sneered. "I'm a nice person, though, unlike you Spencers. So, if you listen to me and be a good girl, I'll let you leave in one piece. If you aren't? Well, let's hope we don't find out." You hear Danny let out a light chuckle. [[Then you fade to black.]]

<img src="Images/RaeWakeupRoom.gif"> \ You slowly come to, your eyes blurrily adjusting to the light gray coldness your face lies against. What immediately becomes apparent is the rawness covering the left side of your face as your entire body is repeatedly pushed forward against the ground, but that's when you notice the weight resting on your back. You try to lift you head, but the weight is too much for you to carry. You feel like you've slept for hours, and yet you're too exhausted to move even as the weight on your back grows. All you can do is lie there witb blurred vision, wondering where exactly he took you. It doesn't take you long to realize that Danny has you up drugged on something, but you aren't so far gone that you can't hear or see, even if it means having to strain a little bit. You take a breath and try to focus, forgetting about whatever is rocking you forward. A moment passes, and then you hear it. The sound of waves crashing nearby. A boat? But the waves aren't the only sound that invade your eardrums, it's accompanied by a deep, gravelly breath. Much, much deeper than the breaths that came from Danny however long ago, and if the pressure leaning into your back was anything to go by, much heavier. Even if you couldn't see your surroundings, you could hear and feel, and you already feared the worst. A fear that was all but confirmed just seconds later. "Hey, look who's finally awake. How's the GHB treatin' you?" he gives you a dry laugh, gliding his finger across your cheek. "Oh, how stupid of me. You probably can't talk yet, can you?" Everything feels heavy to you, from your eyelids to the tips of your painted toenails, but you can still feel everything happening to you. His fingers on your nipples, his nose buried into the nape of your neck, and the cock forcing its way in and out of you. You aren't sure how long he has been there, or how many men have been in his same position, but you can feel the stickiness of the cool cum pooling around your mound. "Did Danny forget to tell you. . .or maybe he lied to you?" the man laughed as you tried to fight for control of your body. "You have a new owner, babydoll. The boy said he would sell you to me, but I'm only going to take you if you wanna come. I'm not a bad guy if you stay loyal to me, I'll feed you and treat you like a queen. Anything you want is yours if you listen to me at all times, just like the good girl I know you can be." At that moment, a trace of feeling and control return to your body. All you can do, however, is squirm underneath him, making him that much harder inside of you. You can't quite tell if he knew that "owner" and "sold" got to you, but he begins to speed up above you, delivering his length into the sore walls of your raw pussy. "We can even start a family, if you want. Right now might even be a good time, actually. I'll fill up that fresh little womb of yours and soon a new life'll be all ours," his thrusts began to slow, before coming to a complete halt inside of you. "What do you say, babydoll? Do you want Daddy to give you a baby?" You finally find your words, just as his cock begins to slide in and out of you once more. [["Fuck you."]]

<img src="Images/RaeWakeupRoom.gif"> You slowly come to, your eyes blurrily adjusting to the light gray coldness your face lies against. What immediately becomes apparent in the rawness covering the left side of your face as your entire body is repeatedly pushed forward against the ground, but that's when you notice the weight resting on your back. You try to lift you head, but the weight is too much for you to carry. You feel like you've slept for hours, and yet you're too exhausted to mov even as the weight on your back grows. All you can do is lie there witb blurred vision, wondering where exactly he took you. It doesn't take you long to realize that Danny has you up drugged up something, but you aren't so far gone that you can't hear or see, even if it means you have to strain a little bit. You take a breath and try to focus, forgetting about whatever is rocking you forward. A moment passes, and then you hear it. The sound of waves crashing nearby. But the waves aren't the only sound that invade your eardrums, it's accompanied by a deep, gravelly breath. Much, much deeper than the breaths that came from Danny however long ago, and if the pressure leaning into your back was anything to go by, much heavier. Even if you couldn't see your surroundings, you could hear and feel, and you already feared the worst. A fear that was all but confirmed just seconds later. "Oh, look who's finally awake, how's the GHB treatin' you?" he gives you a dry laugh, gliding his finger across you cheek. "Oh, how stupid of me. You probably can't talk yet, can you?" Everything feels heavy to you, from your eyelids to the tips of your painted toenails, but you can still feel everything happening to you. His fingers on your nipples, his nose buried into the nape of your neck, and the cock forcing its way in and out of you. You aren't sure how long he has been there, or how many men have been in his same position, but you can feel the stickiness of the cool cum pooling around your mound. "Did Danny forget to tell you. . .or maybe he lied to you?" the man laughed as you tried to fight for control of your body. "You have a new owner, babydoll, the boy sold you to me. I'm not a bad guy if you stay loyal to me, I'll feed you and treat you like a queen. Anything you want is yours if you listen to me at all times, just like the good girl you I know you can be." At that moment, a trace of feeling and control return to your body. All you can do, however, is squirm underneath him, making him that much harder inside of you. You can't quite tell if he knew that "owner" and "sold" got to you, but he begins to to speed up above you, delivering his length into the sore walls of your raw pussy. "We can even start a family, if you want. Right now is a good time, actually. I'll fill up that fresh little womb of yours and soon a new life'll be all ours," his thrusts began to slow, before coming to a complete halt inside of you. "What do you say, babydoll? Do you want Daddy to give you a baby?" You finally find your words, just as his cock begins to slide in and out of you once more. [["Go fuck yourself."]]

<img src="Images/raeblood.gif"> \ You quickly find yourself breathless as he rips your head up by your hair and slams it back down face first into the gray concrete floor as his quaking cock buries its full length into you with every thrust. You know he's going to cum soon, just like Danny had, and you knew better than to assume he was going to pull out. The question of how many guys were inside of you while you were passed out returns, which begs another. Were you pregnant? You could only assume with the amount of cum you felt against your mound and thighs that you were. What if I am? But even then, you can only wonder if you'll ever get the choice. You bring your eye to its farthest corner, but only find a nearly midnight blue top and something faintly reflecting off of his shoulder from the light above you. The firmness of his covered chest hovers over your bare shoulder blades, forcing his body heat into a back that was already covered into a thin sheen of sweat. It was as he leaned further into your back that you felt something cold, something sharp digging into the bare skin of your shoulder. You turn your groggy eyes to the source of the sharpness, where they are simply forced to all but widen as you watch it fall from his shoulder and hit the floor beneath you. What lied just to your right was a police badge, for Torrance Police Department. You might've been high, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to feel that you didn't have long until he added to that pool of cum inside you. Police officer or not, it didn't matter, because you were probably never going to leave this place. Just as you begin to prepare yourself for another man's seed painting your insides, he pulls out of you entirely and leans over you to grab his badge, setting his five o'clock shadow against your right ear in the process. "Last chance, babydoll," you spot the smug smirk from the corner of your eye. "I might agree to pull out if you want to come. I'm sure my little girl wants a baby, but I'll understand if she isn't quite ready yet." You open your mouth, searching and searching for the words you know are there. You won't give in to him or any other piece of human trash the world has to offer. [["Go jump off a bridge, the world'll be better off."]] You swallow what resistance you have left and the loss of your future for the safety of the child that is or will be growing inside of you. [["Okay, Daddy. I wanna have your baby"]]. Your mind begins to question the possibility of getting pregnant, which naturally leads to how you'll tell your parents about how you ended up that way. A truth you know you can't tell them. You aren't sure if you are pregnant, but you know you'll need help if you are. [["I don't know if I'm ready for a baby yet, Daddy. Can we wait?"]] <<message 'Spoiler' btn>>The topmost choice is the main and only path for Raelynn right now.<</message>>

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"Ah, I see. That's too bad," you hear his voice grow cold. "But now I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad girl to Daddy." Before you can even writhe your arms free, he's reaching around your frame and bringing his hand towards your mouth. In his right hand you see a pair of black panties crumpled into a ball, and a quick glance at them all but tells you that they were the ones you put on what you assume was that morning. Grabbing your slender wrists with one hand and holding them above the small of your back, he forces your underwear passed your lips and into your mouth. It isn't long until you feel the blistering head of his cock reenter your raw pussy. You aren't sure how long you've been in this place, and you can only assume that you're either in that small wodden house you saw near the beach or a boat, but the scariest part in your mind is the wonder of how many men may have done exactly this to you without you knowing. His mouth approaches your ear for a second time, a soft laugh followed. "It's amazing how tight you still are, babydoll. Three guys were already leaving when I got here. There's probably more waiting now," he begins to push into you once more, stopping just as the head enters you. "Sorry for this, but you need to learn how bad of a girl you've been." <img src="Images/raeforced.gif" alt="I Spit On Your Grave rape scene"> \ You can't help but scream into your underwear as he forces his hardening cock back into you even harder than before. Each thrust is violent, forced into you with the lesson he wanted to teach, growing more animalistic with each new stroke buried into your insides. His final, strong thrust into you said everything without saying anything. He was cumming inside of you, but you had to wonder if that even still mattered. You were likely long pregnant, and if you weren't, you would be soon. You had a bigger worry. . . [[The wonder if this was only the beginning, or if it was the end.]]

<img src="Images/raeforced3.gif"> \ Seconds blend into minutes, minutes blend into hours, and hours blend into days. You've lost track of time without light or dark, and aren't sure how long you've been in this room. You continually sleep, you wake up with that same fogged vision and heavy limbs to being raped by another stranger, or perhaps Danny. You couldn't tell as most chose to wear masks, like the man top of you at that very moment. Everything is the same, it never changes. [[You feel your life blurring into one viscous circle.]]

<img src="Images/RaeWakeUp1.gif"> \ You aren't sure if it's the drugs being fed or injected into the pit of your arms, or if it's just your mind forcing you to escape from this plane of existence, but you feel yourself begin to lose touch with reality. Everything bleeds together, one day feels like years, an hour feels like months sweeping by. Your sense of time is all but gone, and every time Danny forces you to eat, the taste becomes that much duller. You don't know how long you've stayed in this room, but slowly you feel Danny's wish coming true. Your will, your resistance is breaking further each time you wake up to a man inside you. Just like any other day, you awake with blurred vision and the feeling of your pussy tightening around another stranger's cock, but as your heavy eyelids try to open, you feel the warmth pouring onto your back. Not the warmth of the semen your body was bathed in, but the warmth of something much hotter. The sun. As your eyelids struggle to open, your sight is painfully met with the piercing brightness of the sun above you. All you can do in that moment of brightness, in that glimmer of fleeting hope is extend a limp arm outwards only to watch it fall in the sand in front of you. The last of your hope falls like your arm, vanishing into thin air right before you. Your body goes limp as you find yourself giving up, knowing that Danny was right all along. He said he was going to break you, and he did. [[Your reality begins to fade.]]

<img src="Images/raeblood.gif"> You quickly find yourself breathless as he rips your head up by your hair a slams it back down face first into the gray concrete floor as his quaking cock buries its full length into you with every thrust. You know he's going to cum soon, just like Danny had, and you knew better than to assume he was going to pull out. The question of how many guys were inside of you while you were passed out returns, which begs another. Were you pregnant? You could only assume with the amount of cum you felt against your mound and thighs that you were. What if I am? Should I keep it, get an abortion? Maybe I should. . . You bring your eyes to its farthest corner, but only find a white shirt and striped tie hanging over your shoulder. You might've been high, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to know that you didn't have long until he added to that pool of cum beneath you, and inside you. Just ax you prepare yourself for another man's seed painting your insides, he pulls out of you entirely and leans over, only setting his five o'clock shadow against your right ear. "Last chance, babydoll," you spot the smug smirk against from the corner of his eye. "I might agree to pull out if you want to come. I'm sure my little girl wants a baby, but I'll understand if she isn't quite ready yet." You open your mouth, searching and searching for the words you know are there. [["I'd rather be torn in half than have your baby."]]

"Ah, I see. That's too bad," you hear his voice grow cold. "But now I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad girl to Daddy." Before you can even writhe your arms free, he's reaching around your frame and bringing his hand towards your mouth. In his right hand you see a pair of black panties crumpled into a ball, and a quick glance at them all but tells you that they were the ones you put on that morning. Grabbing your slender wrists with one hand, he forces your underwear passed your lip and into your mouth. It isn't long until you feel the searing head of his cock reenter your raw pussy. You aren't sure how long you've been in this place, you can only assume that you're in that small wodden house you saw near the each, but the scariest part in your mind is how many men may have done exactly this to you without you knowing. His mouth approaches your ear for a second time, a soft laugh followed. "It's amazing how tight you still are, babydoll. Three guys were already leaving when I got here. There's probably more waiting now," he begins to push into you once more, stopping just as the head enters you. "Sorry for this, but you need to learn how bad of a girl you've been." <img src="Images/raeforced.gif" alt="I Spit On Your Grave rape scene"> \ You can't help but scream into your underwear as he forces his hardening cock back into you even harder than before. Each thrust is violent, forced into you with the lesson he wanted to teach, growing more animalistic with each new stroke buried into your insides. His final, heaving thrust into you said everything without saying anything. He was cumming inside of you, but you had to wonder if that even still mattered. You were likely long pregnant, and if you weren't, you would be soon. You had a bigger worry. [[The fear that this was never going to end.]]

<img src="Images/raeforced3.gif"> Seconds blend into minutes, minutes blend into hours, and hours blend into days. You've lost track of time without light or dark, and aren't sure how long you've been in this room. You continually sleep, you wake up with that same fogged vision and heavy limbs to being raped by another stranger, or perhaps Danny. You couldn't tell as most chose to wear masks, like the man top of you at that very moment. Everything is the same, it never changes. [[You feel your life withering into one viscous circle.]]

<img src="Images/raeforcednight.jpg"> \ Your eyes flitter open to your face stuffed in the sand. Pained and dry, but open, and that's when the realization comes to you. Your were able to open your eyes without the extra weight you had grown so used to, and your thoughts came to you clearly, even if they were joined by the most excruciating headache you've ever experienced. Much like your eyes, your limbs followed your movements despite the soreness that encompassed your entire hundred and twenty pound form. You quickly bring yourself to your feet, your entire body screaming in a pained unison as you take in your nude figure. Accompanied by the sand sticking to your bared frame, you feel the stickiness of the dried cum painted on your skin from head to ass, along with the still-fresh cum running down your equally sticky thighs. You allow your eyes to travel upwards, where you find some level of comfort in seeing the very same water you left instead of a boat or a dungeon filled with sadistic elite paying to violate you in any way they see fit. You make a swift one-eighty and find Danny's truck still parked in the sand, a quick look towards that small house shows a faint white light pouring out from underneath the door, joined by the shadow of footsteps behind it. Rushing towards the bed of Danny's truck, you look inside to see if there's anything to defend yourself with. You nearly miss the shining black crowbar in the corner, illuminated by the moonlight directly above you. It's just as you hop off the bed of his truck that the front door of that small house creaks open and reveals a shirtless Danny with a beer in hand. You are able to hide the crowbar behind your right thigh as he steps through the door, giving you a harsh, yet clearly surprised glare. You couldn't have been sure, but you think he expected you to be asleep for at least a bit longer. Maybe you were building an immunity to the drug, or maybe he simply forgot to give more to you. Danny sighs, rolling his eyes. "Shit." "@@.rae;J-Just give me something to wear and let me leave, Danny. I won't say a word to anyone.@@" "Right, right. Who's anyone? Your brother, the police?" he interrogated, jumping off the stairs. "Do you really think I'm that stupid, Rae?" As Danny looms closer with every stride, you backstep, careful to hide the crowbar behind you in the darkness. It isn't but mere moments until his long strides allow him to approach you, but just as he extends his arms to grab you once more, you lift the crowbar into the air and whip your arm downwards with all the strength you can muster. Danny's knees smash into the sand beneath him, clearly dazed from the clean hit you caught him unprepared for. Limping forward, you take the only opening you have left and raise the crowbar once again, but before you can swing it once more, Danny raises a hand. "Stop. Take my truck, and go. I'll leave you alone, just don't hit me with that again," Danny set his hand on his jaw, looking at you. "The keys are on the seat." "@@.rae;Right, right. For how long?@@" you growl, raising the crowbar for a third time. [["Do you really think I'm that stupid, Danny?"]]

<img src="Images/RaeKill1.gif"> \ You throw the crowbar down and watch as it collides with the side his head. The third and fourth just as quickly follow the second, and soon, you find yourself shouting with every swing into his slowly caving skull. Unaware of your shouting, you repeatedly send the crowbar crashing into the skull of the long-dead twenty-something beneath you, but it isn't enough. It isn't even close to enough to satiate the hate you feel, to satisfy the revenge your mind pangs for. "@@.rae;Die! Die! FUCKING DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!@@" Yet another swing falls, burying the weight into the deformed skull of your high school crush, misting both of your arms in the heat of his fresh blood. You want to scream, and you want to cry. You want to crush his skull until not even his own mother would recognize him, you want him to feel the pain you felt every time he let another guy cum inside of you. But you couldn't. Not because he didn't deserve every last bit of it, but because he was already dead. As your right hand falls to your waist with the crowbar still in hand, doused in the blood of your deceased crush, you finally take a moment to realize exactly what you've done. You just murdered someone, and while it was far from being in cold blood, it was still very much real. You killed the boy you spent so long fawning over, crushing his skull with a heart full of hatred and a mind full of revenge. Revenge or not, raped or not, there was figurative and literal blood on your hands. You commited murder in the first degree, and if that wasn' bad enough, you couldn't go to the police. Not after one of them paid to rape you and take you home with him. No amount of wordplay could change that, no amount of twisting the facts would change the reality that you were carrying another soul on your back. As you stand over a bloody Danny, you feel your stomach begin to twist into knots, until you can't take it anymore and just let go. Vomit begins to fall from your partially shut mouth, landing both around and on his corpse. Hunched over, hyperventilating, and nearly shaking in fear, your ringing ears barely catch it. The wheezing, the vague shaking of his stomach, they both said Danny was still alive. Barely, but still alive. That was when you caught his words, easily the softest whisper you've ever heard. "Kill me." You begin to lift the crowbar again, wondering if letting him join his sister so easily was the right thing to do, assuming she existed. In that moment, you had the choice of letting him suffer or giving him mercy. If he'd done anything else, you might've put him out of his misery, but if he thought it was okay for you to suffer in that house, then why wasn't it okay for him to suffer until his dying breath? "@@.rae;No.@@" Just as you begin to walk away from Danny, leaving him to die alone in the sand next to his truck, [[you hear a soft ringtone chime from the small house.]]

With the blood-stained crowbar still tightly glued to your grip, you cautiously approach the small house, ascend the short flight of stairs, and make your way through the cracked door. As you pass the frame of the door, you feel like you've set foot onto the set of a horror movie. The white light above you flickers in and out, both defying and defining the darkness each new second. You try listening for any new sign of life with each step down the short path towards two doors. <img src="Images/RaeLight.gif"> \ As you approach the first door on the left, you raise the crowbar and turn the handle before throwing yourself inside, prepared to swing as hard as you can at anyone or anything. Though vague, you immediately recognize which room you are in. The very room Danny drugged you in, the room Danny allowed all those strangers to use you as a cum receptacle in. Tugging along a mix of wanting to puke and more anger, you take a step back into the hallway, and that's when you hear the ringtone begin to ring again in the room to the right of you. You fly through the second door and find what appears to be some kind of minimalistic office, only decorated with a computer, a chair, and a small desk, along with the phone ringing on top of it. Giving a second once-over to the office after peeking under the desk, you lower your weapon and approach the ringing phone, still entirely unsure of what you will do once you get there. <img src="Images/RaePhone.gif"> \ When you pick up the phone, you are shown no caller ID on the screen. You aren't sure if this is Danny's phone or not, but what you do know is that your own is nowhere to be seen and you don't exactly have a lot of options. You stand above the screen, wondering if you should answer it. On one hand, if Danny doesn't answer the phone, will someone worse than him come? You could also answer it and hope they believe that you are his girlfriend, but that could only lead to more trouble if they knew about you. You leave the smartphone alone and decide to let it go to voicemail before you find yourself [[heading toward the desk]] in the far left corner of what appeared to be some kind of miniscule office.

Lifting the crowbar as a precaution, you keep your eyes locked on the door as you circle the desk and reach for the nearest drawer. You cautiously pull it open to find an off-white emptiness before moving to the second, where you find nothing but several sheets of cheap, blank printer paper and more emptiness. After clearing the two top drawers and finding nothing, you are left with the final third drawer. You pull the it open and find not only your phone lying inside of it it, but something much scarier. A piece of paper that said Danny was both through and had been waiting a while to do what he'd done. <img src="Images/Raereport.jpg"> \ As you read the page, typos and all, it becomes as clear as day that someone was keep a close eye on you. That someone was spying on both you and your family, and clearly even on Sam. You can only puzzle together that Danny hired a private investigator, or perhaps these were notes he took himself about you. Even then, the question of why is and always will be unanswered. You check back in the drawer once more, but find nothing that relates to you or anyone you know. Fuck. . .was he stalking me, was he going to use Sam against me? Your thoughts begin to run away with you as you lean over the cheap wooden desk. Who was the 'he' Danny was referring to? He couldn't have been talking about Judas or Dad, right? Why was he acting like my family were the scummiest species humanity had to offer? He doesn't know anything about us. Your find yourself surprised when your eyes catch the red LED blinking on your phone, letting you know that it still somehow has a charge on it. When you unlock the screen you find your battery nearly dead at eleven percent, which would probably only leave you with enough juice to call someone once or twice. [[You pull up your dialpad and call the only person you can trust with this.]]

Almost repulsed by the thought of your brother seeing you bathed in a mix of cum and sand, you call Judas. He is your last and only option. You could steal Danny's truck and drive home like this, but what happens after you leave the body? What would happen if you got pulled over with a naked with a stolen truck that could be traced back to a murdered man? It was either have Judas help you, spend your life in prison, or given your current state, get thrown in the looney bin. <img src="Images/RaeCall1.gif"> \ "@@.judas;Serious, who the fuck is calling me at three in the morning?@@" Judas grumbles into the phone. "@@.judas;I swear to fuck, if this is some prank, I'll beat you down so hard your great grandchildren will feel it.@@" You take a deep, shakey breath. A breath Judas seems to recognize without you even saying a word. "@@.judas;Holy shit, Rae? Is that you? Where are you? It's been a fucking week,@@" you hear his bed creak in the background, making it clear that he's either sitting up or standing. "@@.judas;Forget that. . .are you okay?@@" "@@.rae;J, I need your help,@@" you whisper into the phone. "@@.rae;Something happened here and I need to get rid of it, but I need you to help me. I don't think I should tell you over the phone.@@" "@@.judas;All right, that's fine. Just tell me where you are right now, and I'll come as quick as I can.@@" You realize that you hear a different tone in Judas's voice, one you've never quite heard come from him. A mix of anger, care, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. All three of which were emotions, feelings that he had never shown you in your eighteen years of existence. What changed? This? [[You explain where Danny took you to the best of your ability.]]

You sit on the chilled bed of Danny's truck, nude and covered in a cocktail of cum and sand, watching the moon's reflection in the shore as you wait for Judas to come. You aren't sure how long ago that was, and the sun is beginning to rise, leaving you to wonder if Judas decided not to come. But just as the thought of having to do this on your own creeps into your mind, you hear a powerful engline echo down the path. An engine only gaudy enough for Judas to use. <img src="Images/JudasPullUp.gif"> \ You almost cringe when Judas's headlights turn towards you, revealing everything to your brother, and it's only made worse when he jumps out of his car without turning them off. Judas approaches, studying the texture of your body, the color your hair and pallid skin are bathed in. Then you see his eyes descend, right to your glistening thighs, right to the cold semen trickling down your left leg. It all seems to come together for him at that point, you were raped. In one form or another. "@@.judas;. . .What happened?@@" "@@.rae;It's obvious what happened. You were right, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?@@" you nearly shout at your brother, but quickly realize that you're unfairly taking everything out on him. "@@.rae;Danny happened. He raped me and said he was doing it so@@ '@@.rae;he could feel how I felt@@'@@.rae;. Everything after that is a blur, J. All I remember is a bunch of different guys and him feeding me.@@" You explain what you remember to Judas, from the possible cop who wanted you to have his baby to the one raping you in the dirt, in as little detail as possible. Finally, you reach the point where you have to tell Judas what happened. How you woke up in the sand and beat Danny to death with the crowbar that was still in your lap. All it took was seeing the blood stained on your hands for Judas to believe you, but the one thing he was clearly looking for, he wasn't seeing. Until you pointed around the bed of the truck. Judas circled the truck, where you saw his face remain motionless as he eyed the corpse you created. "@@.judas;I didn't want to be right, Rae, but guys do fucked up shit like this sometimes and you met one of them. If you didn't do this to him, who knows where you'd be right now. You did the right thing.@@" "@@.rae;What now? Are we going to. . .you know, bury him or something?@@" Despite the corpse right in front of him, Judas begins to laugh. "@@.judas;No, Rae, this isn't a movie. I know someone who can take care of this for us. Don't worry about it for now, I'll take care of it, okay?@@" Judas pulls off his jacket and sets it on your shoulders. "@@.judas;Why don't you go lay down in my car while I make a call? You obviously need some rest right now.@@" You gaze at Judas for a moment, wondering why he's acting this way towards you. He had always been rather cold towards you, making cruel jokes about you or contantly saying mean things far more often than any siblings typically did. You could only wonder what caused such a big change in him. Why was he treating you like a girl when he never had before, why was he being so caring now? You aren't sure how to handle this side of him. Maybe [[you should walk away without saying anyting]], because you know this is an exception and it'll never happen again, but what if it isn't? What if this is a new side to Judas? Maybe [[you can give him a surprise hug to show him how much you appreciate what he's doing for you.]] <<message 'Spoiler' btn>>"You should walk away without saying anything" is the Judas blackmail/control path, and "You can give him a surprise hug to show him. . .etc." is the love path. Both will start separating more drastically from this point on. That said, the blackmail/control path will likely be getting the most attention to start.<</message>>

You wake up underneath your covers, still stained with Danny's blood and the cum of strangers, only this time joined with a thin layer of sweat around them. Raising yourself, you immediately realize that your sheets are damp with what you can only hope is sweat, but on the left side of your bed you find a dried puddle of a thin brown liquid on the tiled floor. While you could explain away the sweat, you couldn't quite do the same with the vomit near your bed. You run through all the possibilites in your mind, but only two seem to make any sense. Why am I throwing up? It's way too early for that. It has to be the withdrawals from the drugs or something, right? Sliding out of your bed, you are careful to avoid the vomit as you painfully bring yourself to your feet. You aren't sure how long you've been lying there since leaving Torrance Beach, but the fact that it was darkening outside said it was likely somewhere near near the ten hour mark, or maybe even more. As you exit your room, your body isn't at all afraid to remind you that it had been lightly fed and heavily drugged. You are exhausted, hungry, and feel like you've been literally sleeping under a rock. [[Hopefully a shower can wash some of it away.]]

Will start working on this path once the current storyline for the "dark" path is complete/close to complete.

<img src="Images/RaeWakeUp1.gif"> You aren't sure if it's the drugs being fed or injected into the pit of your arms, or if it's just your mind forcing you to escape from this plane of existence, but you feel yourself begin to lose touch with reality. Everything bleeds together, one day feels like years, an hour feels like months sweeping by. Your sense of time is all but gone, and every time Danny forces you to eat, the taste becomes that much duller. You don't know how long you've stayed in this room, but slowly you feel Danny's wish coming true. Your will, your resistance is breaking further each time you wake up to a man inside you. Just like any other day, you awake with blurred vision and the feeling of your pussy tightening around another strangers cock, but as your heavy eyelids try to open, you feel the warmth pouring onto your back. Not the warmth of the semen your body was bathed in, but the warmth of something much hotter. The sun. As your eyelids struggle to open, your sight is painfully met with the piercing brightness of the sun above you. All you can do in that moment of brightness, in that glimmer of fleeting hope is extend a limp arm outwards only to watch it fall in the sand in front of you. The last of your hope falls like your arm, vanishing into thin air right before you. Your body goes limp as you find yourself giving up, knowing that Danny was right all along. He said he was going to break you, and he did. [[Your perception of reality begins to fade once more.]]

<img src="Images/raeforcednight.jpg"> Your eyes flutter open to your face stuffed in the sand. Pained and dry, but open, and that's when the realization comes to you. Your eyes opened without the extra weight you had grown so used to, and your thoughts came to you clearly, even if they were joined by the most excruciating headache you've ever experienced. Much like your eyes, your limbs followed your movements despite the soreness that encompassed your entire hundred and twenty pound form. You quickly bring yourself to your feet, your entire body screaming in a pained unison as you take in your nude figure. Accompanied by the sand sticking to your bared frame, you feel the stickiness of the dried cum painted on your skin from head to ass, along with the still-fresh cum running down your bruised thighs. You allow your eyes to travel upwards, where you find some level of comfort in seeing the very same water you left instead of a boat or a dungeon filled with sadistic elite paying to violate you in any way they see fit. You make a swift one-eighty and find Danny's truck still parked in the sand, a quick look towards that small house shows a faint white light pouring out from underneath the door, joined by the shadow of footsteps behind it. Rushing towards the bed of Danny's truck, you look inside to see if there's anything to defend yourself with. You nearly miss the shining black crowbar in the corner, illuminated by the moonlight directly above you. It's just as you hop off the bed of his truck that the front door of that small house opens and reveals a shirtless Danny with a beer in hand. You are able to hide the crowbar behind your right thigh as he steps through the door, giving a you harsh, yet clearly surprised glare. You couldn't have been sure, but you think he expected you to be asleep for at least a bit longer. Maybe you were building an immunity to the drug, or maybe he simply forgot to feed it to you. Danny sighs, rolling his eyes. "Shit." "@@.rae;J-Just give me something to wear and let me leave, Danny. I won't say a word to anyone.@@" "Right, right. Who's anyone? Your brother, the police?" he interrogated, jumping off the stairs. "Do you really think I'm that stupid, Rae?" As Danny looms closer with every stride, you backstep, careful to hide the crowbar behind you in the darkness. It isn't but mere moments until his long strides allow him to approach, but just as he extends his arms to grab you once more, you lift the crowbar into the air and whip your arm downwards with all the strength you can muster. Danny's knees smash into the sand beneath him, clearly dazed from the clean hit you caught him unprepared for. Limping forward, you take the only opening you have left and raise the crowbar once again, but before you can swing it once more, Danny raises a hand. "Stop. Take my truck, and go. I'll leave you alone, just don't hit me with that again," Danny set his hand on his jaw, looking at you. "The keys are on the seat." "@@.rae;Right, right. For how long?@@" you growl, raising the crowbar for a third time. [["Do you think I'm that stupid, Danny?"]]

<img src="Images/RaeKill1.gif"> You throw the crowbar down and watch as it collides with the side his head. The third and fourth just as quickly follow the second, and soon, you find yourself shouting with every swing into his slowly caving skull. Unaware of your shouting, you repeatedly send the crowbar crashing into the skull of the long-dead twenty-something beneath, but it isn't enough. It isn't even close to enough to satiate the hate you feel, to satisfy the revenge your mind pangs for. "@@.rae;Die! Die! FUCKING DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!@@" Yet another swing falls, burying the weight into the deformed skull of your high school crush, misting both of your arms in the heat of his fresh blood. You want to scream, and you want to cry. You want to crush his skull until not even his own mother would recognize him, you want him to feel the pain you felt every time he let another guy cum inside of you. But you couldn't. Not because he didn't deserve every last bit of it, but because he was already dead. As your right hand falls to your waist with the crowbar still in hand, doused in the blood your deceased crush, you finally take a moment to realize exactly what you've done. You just murdered someone, and while it was far from being in cold blood, it was still very much real. You killed the boy you spent so long fawning over, crushing his skull with a heart full of hatred and a mind full of revenge. Revenge or not, you knew how bad this looked. Raped or not, there was figurative and literal blood on your hands. You commited murder in the first degree. No amount of wordplay could change that, no amount of twisting the facts would change the reality that you were carrying another soul on your back. As you stand over a bloody Danny, you feel your stomach begin to twist in knots, until you couldn't take it anymore and just let go. Vomit began to rain from your mouth, falling both around and on his corpse. Hunched over, hyperventilating, and nearly shaking in fear, your ringing ears barely catch it. The wheezing, the vague shaking of his stomach, they both said Danny was still alive. Barely, but still alive. That was when you caught the words, easily the softest whisper you've ever heard. "Kill me." You begin to lift the crowbar again, wondering if letting him join his sister so easily was the right thing to do, assuming she even existed. In that moment, you had the choice of letting him suffer or giving him mercy. If he had done anything else, you would've put him out of his misery without question, but if he thought it was okay for you to suffer in that house, then why wasn't it okay for him to suffer until his dying breath? "@@.rae;No.@@" Just as you begin to walk away from Danny, leaving him to die alone in the sand next to his truck, [[you hear a soft ringtone from the the small house.]]

With the blood-stained crowbar still tightly glued to your grip, you cautiously approach the small house, ascend the short flight of stairs, and make your way through the cracked door. As you pass the frame of the door, you feel llike you've set foot onto the set of a horror movie. The white light above you flickers in and out, both defying and defining the darkness each new second. You try listening for any new sign of life with each step down the short path towards two doors. <img src="Images/RaeLight.gif"> \ As you approach the first door on the left, you raise the crowbar and turn the handle before throwing yourself inside, prepared to swing as hard as you can. Though vague, you immediately recognize which room you are in. The very room Danny drugged you in, the room Danny allowed all those strangers to use you as a cum receptacle in. Tugging along a mix of wanting to puke and more anger, you take a step back into the hallway, and that's when you hear the ringtone chime again in the room to the right of you. You fly through the second dooor and find what appears to be some kind of minimalistic office, only decorated with a computer, a chair, and a small desk, along with the phone ringing on top of it. Giving a second once-over to the office after peeking under the desk, you lower your weapon and approach the ringing phone, still entirely unsure of what you will do once you get there. <img src="Images/RaePhone.gif"> \ When you pick up the phone, you are shown no caller ID on the screen. You aren't sure if this is Danny's phone or not, but what you do know is that your own is nowhere to be seen and you don't exactly have a lot of options. You stand above the screen, wondering if you should answer it. On one hand, if Danny doesn't answer the phone, will someone worse than him come? You could also answer it and hope they believe that you are his girlfriend, but that could only lead to more trouble if they knew about you. You pick up the smartphone and [[let the call end]] before dialing the number of the only person you could trust.

You pull up the dialpad before the stranger on the other end can call again, typing in your best friend's number as quickly as you could. The ringing is quickly denied, sending you straight to voicemail. You wonder if this phone is one way only or if Sam just denied the call because she didn't know the number, so you try again in hopes that she just might get that someone is trying to call her. This time the phone is answered, just not with what you expected to hear. "@@.sam;Oh my god, don't fucking stop,@@" Sam's near whisper quivers into your eardrum. "@@.sam;Oh. . .shit. Uhm, who is this?@@" "@@.rae;Thank god. Sam, I really need your help and I don't know who else to call,@@" you beg into the phone. "@@.rae;Something happened and I need your help, I don't know, moving it?@@" "@@.sam;W=Where the fuck have you been?@@" Sam's voice fades away from the phone, followed with some type of muted groan. "@@.sam;You're gonna have to. . .fuck. Call me back, later, okay? Just call J for now. . .@@" just as Sam's voice pulls away, you hear it. The three words she ditched you for. "@@.sam;I'm gonna cum.@@" In that swarm of betrayal, anger, and fear, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down as much as you can. Sam was your best friend, and while she was never the most reliable person out there, you never thought she'd choose sex over you. You turn, making sure that nobody else has entered the house since you made the call before turning back to the phone. Sam is clearly in no shape to help you, but who else could you trust? Maybe I should've just gone with him. . . It quickly becomes apparent that [[Judas is the only other person you could trust with something as big as this]].

Almost repulsed by the thought of your brother seeing you bathed in a mix of cum and sand, you call Judas. He is your last and only option. You could always steal Danny's truck and drive home like this, but what happens after you leave the body? What would happen if you got pulled over with a stolen truck that could be traced back to a murdered man? It was either have Judas help you, or spend your life in prision. <img src="Images/RaeCall1.gif"> \ "@@.judas;Serious, who the fuck is calling me at three in the morning?@@" Judas grumbles into the phone. "@@.judas;I swear to fuck, if this is some prank, I'll beat you down so hard your great grandchildren will feel it.@@" You take a deep, shakey breath. A breath Judas seems to recognize without you even saying a word. "@@.judas;Holy shit, Rae? Is that you? Where are you? It's been a fucking week,@@" you hear his bed creak in the background, making it clear that he's either sitting up or standing. "@@.judas;Forget that. . .are you okay?@@" "@@.rae;J, I need your help,@@" you whisper into the phone. "@@.rae;Something happened here and I need to get rid of it, but I need you to help me. I don't think I should tell you over the phone.@@" "@@.judas;All right, that's fine. Just tell me where you are right now, and I'll come as quick as I can.@@" You realize that you hear a different tone in Judas's voice, one you've never quite heard come from him. A mix of anger, care, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. All three of which were emotions, feelings that he had never shown you in your eighteen years of existence. What changed? This? [[You explain where Danny took you to the best of your ability.]]

<img src="Images/RaeShower.gif"> \ You aren't sure how long you just stand under the hot water, and you aren't entirely sure if you care all that much, despite what your parents might say about the increase of their water bill. All you really know is that your exhausted body is enjoying the clean water, the steam fogging up the bathroom. You hadn't realized how much you missed a hot shower until you spent a week being used over and over again by complete strangers without one. For the first time in a long while, you find yourself appreciating the small thing above you, cursing the fact that it came at the cost of your body. After rinsing your hair of sweat and conditioner, you step out from behind the glass door and wrap the dark blue towel around your torso as you head to the door to go get the clothes you forgot to grab on your way in. Before you have the chance to reach the door, you are interrupted by a soft knock on the other side of it. You knew that it could've only been Judas. Well, him or someone who broke in and was pretending to be him. "@@.rae;What?@@" you answer, a touch more bluntly than you meant to. "@@.judas;Glad you're finally up,@@" J spoke through the door. "@@.judas;Anyways, after you're done drying off or whatever, come in the living room. We need to talk about some shit.@@" "@@.rae;All right. Give me like twenty mintues so I can dry off my hair.@@" [[You make yourself presentable and head out into the living room.]]

<img src="Images/RaeWalk1.gif"> \ By making yourself presentable, you meant throwing on the nearest pair of underwear you could find. That was exactly what you did before making your way out to the living room. What your brother failed to mention was that by 'we' he meant the two of you and a man in a suit that you had never met before. Unfortunately, by the time you realized his presence, he was already taking all of your body in with eyes that were making no attempt at hiding it. The only thing that was stopping you at that moment was the stranger himself, donning a twenty-thousand dollar Harmani suit and a gold necklace wrapped around his neck. You knew that he wasn't just some guy, or even a close friend of Judas. He was more powerful than that, the type of guy who had connections that you never wanted to have the 'pleasure' of meeting. You weren't sure if walking out of the room, despite your attire, was the right thing to do with someone like him in your living room. "@@.rae;Uh, should I go change?@@" you ask the graying stranger. He remains quiet, taking a swig of a beer without even once taking his eyes off of you. Almost as if refusing to say a word to you, he suddenly stands before you, where his eyes seem to scan you from head to toe. It's almost as if he's appraising you, deciding on the value of your body, or perhaps even your organs. His piercing glare begins to border on creepy, until a smile appears across his face, joined by the free right hand being extended towards you. <img src="Images/HaydenBelcroft1.gif"> \ "@@.hay;That won't be necessary, sweetheart. I've seen plenty of girls in their underwear, and I sometimes find myself thinking that it's the most natural look on a girl.@@" he answers you more calmly than you expect, looking back at Judas. "@@.hay;I am Hayden Belcroft, owner and CEO of Belcroft Tech. You must be the Raelynn I've heard so much about. Please, come sit. I think we have some rather. . .@@'@@.hay;important@@'@@.hay; topics to discuss, don't you think?@@" [[You can only nod before the man in front of you.]]

"@@.hay;Where should I begin?@@" Hayden asks aloud, more to himself than either you or your brother. "@@.hay;Rae, your brother has told me some of what you've experienced. First and foremost, rape is an awful act for any man to commit. I want you to know that my doors are open for you if you need to visit a private facility, and on that topic, I'd like to give you these as a precaution.@@" You open the bag and find a pair pills inside of a small plastic baggy, one pink and one blue. The inside of the bag exudes a sweet, perhaps floral aroma, but you aren't sure if it's the bag or the pills creating the strong scent. You raise your eyes, an act that doesn't go unnoticed by Hayden, who remains silent despite you knowing that he has something to say. "@@.rae;What are these?@@" "@@.hay;In essence, those would be what most call 'the day after pill'. I recieved them from a friend who works in the FDA. They work in the same way the day after pill does, but will work all the way up to the nine week mark of a pregnancy to create a level of psuedo-abortion, only without the bleeding or pain that follow.@@" Hayden leans forward, his eyes on you unwavering. "@@.hay;They are in the testing phase as of now, but have had a hundred percent success rate up to this point. Please, take them, if only for your own health.@@" "@@.rae;Even if I was pregnant, who are you to say that I can't have it?@@" you ask. "@@.hay;Children of rape, however unfortunate, are often blamed by the victim. Immediately or even years after, consciously or unconsciously. Do you think a child deserves that, Rae?@@" You remain silent, all but answering his question for him. There's isn't anything wrong with what he said, nor was there anything you could reasonably disagree with that wasn't a personal opinion, but you could only question it for yourself. If you are pregnant and the father is one of those men, do you keep it? Do you raise it, or put it up for adoption? You have no idea yourself, but the idea of killing a child, cognizant or not, doesn't sit right with you. [[Of course, you know you don't have to take them. Even if it means becoming a mother on your own.]] Somewhere deep down, despite your feelings, you know Hayden is right. If you were to get pregnant, how would your parents react? You know they would force you into an ultimatum. Leave the child or leave your home. If it were to come to the latter, could you live on your own? Could you afford to live on your own and raise a child? You knew you couldn't. Even if you didn't want to admit it, there were far too many unknowns to risk a pregnancy. You slowly take the pills off of the table and rip them out of the plastic they were being kept in. As you throw both pills into your mouth, you steal Judas's beer and take a swig to chase them down, leaving an acidic flavor to cover your tastebuds. A flvaor you weren't exactly sure came from the beer. Hayden watches you set the bag down and nods. "@@.hay;Anyhow, the man who did this to you has been taken care of. The car will never be seen in one piece again, his body is now one with the elements, and his existence is all but a figment of imagination. You are safe now, Rae.@@" you find yet another chill falling down the length of your spine. "@@.hay;You see, I'm happy to help a friend - no - friends in need, but disposal can get both pricey and dangerous, especially for me. I'm not asking for a repayment from either of you, just. . .a favor.@@" "@@.judas;Anything, man. You name it.@@" You find his eyes on you, and at that moment, you have a clear idea of what that 'favor' is. Hayden quickly stands and brushes the side of his suit open, subtlely revealing the matte black of a gun to your eyes. You were almost sure it was a show of power and he wouldn't use it, but you had no idea who he really was or what he did, all you knew was that he was powerful. Hayden finally approaches you with slow strides, until he is standing behind you and gliding his long fingers over the inward bend of your stomach. "@@.hay;[[I want your sister to give me a little pleasure before I go]],@@" Hayden answers Judas before he begins to slide his palm up your arm. "@@.hay;Is that okay with you, Rae?@@" Before you can answer, or even nod, Hayden interrupts the both of you. "@@.hay;Of course, I'm not an impossible man to work with. I'm willing to compromise, too,@@" Hayden unclasps your bra in front of Judas. "@@.hay;You can consider your debt paid [[if you have sex with J]] over there.@@"

Sorry, coming soon. <33 @@.rae;-MissFortune@@

You gave both men a glance, knowing that there was no way of getting out of this that didn't involve more sex, or death. It was your brother, or an older man threatening you into having sex with him. You didn't know Hayden, you didn't know if he would blackmail you for more or if he even had an STD. Even if he was your brother, even if he treated you like shit for a lot of your teen years, he was the only option you could take. Right in front of Judas, Hayden takes a handful of your rear-end before slipping his fingers in between your legs, roughly pressing his middle finger into you through your underwear. <img src="Images/HaydenRaeGrope.gif"> \ "@@.hay;There is, of course, a catch if you choose your brother,@@" Hayden slips his thumbs into the band of your panties and begins to pull them down, exposing your sore sex to your brother for the second time in twenty-four hours. "@@.hay;Poor Raelynn must still be sore from that horrendous act that 'man' forced her into. So, you'll be using your sister's delicious little butt for your pleasure.@@" Your eyes meet J's, but he isn't looking at you right away. He's eyeing the wrinkled hand softly massaaging your pallid thigh. His eyes seem to rise as he notices you looking at him, but he only shrugs his shoulders. You aren't sure if any of those men Danny left you with took advantage of your ass or not, but if they didn't, then you knew it was going to be painful. Was having your mental, and possible [[anal virginity taken by your brother]] worth it to avoid Belcroft, or was having your brother inside of your ass too much? Would you be better off [[giving Belcroft a little pleasure|I want your sister to give me a little pleasure before I go]]? "@@.hay;Which is it, Rae?@@" Hayden whispers into your ear. "@@.hay;Do you want your brother to fill your ass with his cum, or do you want me to empty my balls inside of whatever hole I choose?@@"

"@@.hay;Judas, it is,@@" Hayden stands behind you, still brazenly groping you in front of your brother. "@@.hay;You aren't going to go in dry, are you? I know you have a bottle or two of lube in your bedroom, and don't ask me how I know. I just know everything about the people who are working for me. Hopefully our beautiful, little Rae here will have a taste of it herself some day.@@" You watch Judas stand up like a cowering puppy in front of an alpha and disappear to his room. As you stand alone in your living room with Belcroft, he finally circles you and brings your mouth to his as he plants a tender kiss on your lips. With each flick of his tongue in your mouth, his dry fingers begin to roll your nipple within each of his fingers, showing to you the total opposite of his demeanor. A soft, delicate touch marred by his cold, intimidating aura. Breathlessly, you try to pull away from Belcroft. "@@.rae;If you have such a distate for what they did to me, then why are you making me do something like this?@@" "@@.hay;I enjoy sexual deviancy, Rae. I enjoy seeing girls do things the world doesn't deem 'appropriate' by their meaningless standards. I don't, however, enjoy rape as a bridge to it,@@" Hayden begins to peck your cheek. "@@.hay;I am glad, Rae, that you took those pills. You would've come to regret it if you choose not to.@@" You laugh. "@@.rae;You act like you know the future or something.@@" Hayden lowers himself to your ear, allowing his breath to softly echo into your ear. "@@.hay;I do.@@" Hayden doesn't give you a chance to ask what he means as he shoves you onto the couch, leaving you lying on the cushion as Judas returns but a moment later. Judas no longer makes any attempt at hiding the lust in his eyes or jeans as he sends a gaze in between your spread legs. You glance at Belcroft, who rotates the index finger pointed at you in a full circle. His meaning is clear, and you know better than to defy him. Not because he has a gun, but because you believe everything he says he is capable of. "@@.rae;Can I lay down on my stomach?@@" you ask the both of them. "@@.judas;That's fine with me.@@" As you sit upright and climb onto the couch, you watch Judas began to strip himself of his shirt. You almost couldn't believe your eyes when Judas dropped his distressed black jeans in front of you. Bouncing in between his thighs was a hard, massive cock, drenched in the musky scent of a ma. Your friends always said the biggest assholes are the oens with the smallest dicks, and you assumed that was the case for your brother, not that you ever cared before tonight. But you were wrong assuming that, very wrong. Hayden stood in between the two of you, soon only watching the wide eyes your expression held. "@@.hay;Rae, help yourself by helping your brother. [[Suck his cock.]]@@"

"@@.rae;Sit down.@@" you tell Judas. Zero hesitance comes from your brother, to the point that you wonder if he's always wanted this somewhere deep down. Stripped of everything but a pair of socks, Judas falls onto the couch with legs splayed and his thick cock aiming for the roof. You crawl off the couch and walk to your brother on your knees, letting him watch as your pert breasts softly jiggle with each step of your knee. Before long, you are in between your brother's legs with his cock risen just inches away. You raise your quaking right hand, only then realizing both how nervous you are and the reason for it. I can't believe my first willing sexual experience is giving my brother a blowjob, then he's going to fuck my ass? My fucking brother, are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck did I piss off to create this monumental shitshow? Judas takes you by your wrist and gently curls your fingers around his throbbing shaft, one by one. His tight grip on your wrist begans to pull your arm up and down, guiding your hand along the height of his shaft with each stroke. Every movement your fingers make cause his cock to throb in your hand, eliciting a groan from him seemingly each time. You carefully squeeze tighter as his hand guides you up and down his length, and this time you begin to notice him squirm sightly. "@@.rae;You can let go now.@@" In one seamless movement, your brother removes his hand from your wrist while you continue to stroke the thick cock your hand was wrapped around. You knew he was your brother, and you knew it was wrong by society's standards, but what was wrong with oral and anal sex? It wasn't like he was forcing you or cumming inside of you like so many men already had. You might've been convincing yourself and it wasn't exactly ideal, but what was the harm? Even more so if it meant not owing someone like Belcroft anything. "@@.rae;I'm gonna suck it now.@@" you warn Judas, knowing it probably wasn't necessary. You straighten up on your knees and point the head of your brother's cock towards your face. Your tongue is the first to reach the head of his penis, slowly scraping across his glans as you take in the taste of a cock for the first time. The scent of sweat, the taste of salt, and even the thread of the thick, clear fluids rampantly running down his cock. They created a indescribable flavor on your tastebuds, indescribable, but by no means bad. "@@.judas;Wrap those fucking lips around my cock and take as much as you can in your throat, Rae.@@" [[You do as your brother says.]]

You wrap your lips around the head of your brother's cock, still slowly stroking him as you force your mouth further down his penis. Each layer lower on his cock, you experience some kind of new taste, some kind of new sensation trembling through your mouth and throat. You drop your mouth just passed the head of his cock, this time using your tongue to lick the bottom of the head. You noticed how hard his penis got the first time you did that, so you thought it would feel even better if you did it while trying to blow him. Taking a breath through your nose, you try to lower your mouth all the way down to the middle, but you end up gagging before you can go any further. You try to pull back to get air in between the force of your body trying to vomit, but you quickly realize that Judas is in a world of his own when he plants his palm on the crown of your skull and forces your throat down onto his cock. You immedately notice Judas's entire body tense up as his cock swells inside of your throat, stretching the moist tunnel that much further. You soon begin to realize that you aren't anything more than a warm sex toy for Judas as his cock begins to thrust in and out of your throat. Despite your fighting for air being made even harder by your brother using your throat like it's a pussy, you are shocked to discover the familiar, sticky dampness in between your legs. You are wet. <img src="Images/RaeJBBJ2.webp" height="360"> \ Judas thrusts into your mouth once more, forcing nearly half of his cock down your throat at once."@@.judas;Fuck. You better fucking swallow it all.@@" Judas gave only a deep growl before you felt the heat of the salty, almost fishy cum pelt the back of your throat over and over. You manage to somehow swallow your brother's entire load without choking or spitting any up, but when your brother's cock begins to go soft in your mouth, you immediately began to feel fear. The fear of disobeying Belcroft. The fear of disobeying power. You pull your mouth away from his cock, a thin string of semen still connecting the two of you, and turn towards Belcroft in place of a recovering Judas. Where you expect to find some level of anger from the man you are trying to repay, you find him with his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand, stroking an impressive erection of his own. "@@.rae;Sorry. It was my fault, not-@@" He raised his free hand, halting what you both knew would be some nonsensical ramble. "@@.hay;I don't blame him, Rae. I may very well have done much of the same if such an exquisite young woman were serving me like you just did. Take your time, let your brother explore your body, perhaps let him prepare you further for what's to come tonight.@@" [[A pair of hands effortlessly pull you onto the couch.]]

Your brother lies you down on the couch before he pries your legs apart, revealing all of your damp pussy to him. With a near expertise you hadn't expected, Judas crawls in between your legs, inhaling the scent of your freshly washed thighs. You didn't want to admit it, but the heat of his breath against your skin was driving you mad. It was as if Judas knew exactly where to go with your body, each touch that much more potent than the last. As Judas was closing in on the glistening pussy in between your legs, the fact that he was your brother had become a foggy illusion. All you cared about was having Judas pleasure you, obessessed only with the thought of being brought to an orgasm. Who took you there didn't matter in the slightest, you only needed to get off. Be it your brother, Tupac's ghost, or the corner of a table. The thought of cumming was overwhelming you. Right as you were going to force Judas's tongue to dive into your mound, he pulled himself away from you and effortlessly lifted you once again. He turned you around and set you on all fours as your limbs dug into the cushions beneath you. "@@.judas;If I hear a peep out of you, you won't get to cum,@@" Judas states, taking a handful of each cheek into his palms. "@@.judas;If you have a request, you start or end it with@@ "@@.judas;Master@@". @@.judas;Do I make myself clear? Say it.@@" You are surprised to hear that tone come from Judas, but the dull ache in between your legs all but forces you to disregard any otherr thought you have. "@@.rae;Yes, Master.@@" "@@.judas;Good girl. If you keep acting like that, I won't have to punish you,@@" Judas spreads your ass open even further as he leans over you. You feel a weight cover the small of your back, but only a lone moment drones on before that very thought is tossed in the dumpster and replaced for the moist heat meeting your possibly virgin asshole. The tip of your brother's tongue begins to stiffen against the tight hole, carefully applying pressure while each movement erupts in a new kind of pleasure for you. "@@.rae;Ju-@@" @@.rae;Master@@. @@.rae;Master@@. @@.rae;Master@@. "@@.rae;Master. . .That feels good.@@" Judas doesn't answer, all you hear is a snicker as the pressure of his tongue leaves your anus. Both the heat of his breath and his tongue return with a vengence, only this time tracing the the length of your now soaked pussy. His tongue flicks across your moist lips, teasing you enough to bring you pleasure, but not enough to bring you any closer to the orgasm you are yearning for. That is, until Judas tears his tongue away from your quivering sex and places his tongue back onto your asshole. This time, however, your brother's tongue falls over your anus and down the length of your engorged sex. Judas continues to glide along both holes, inhaling every taste your excited body has to offer. As a younger teenager you touched yourself more than you would ever admit, and yet you can't help but note that it never felt this good, that you've never felt the pleasure your brother was giving you. <img src="Images/JudasAnalEating.gif"> Just like moments earlier, your lips begins to move for you as they expel your thoughts. "@@.rae;Master, I'm about to cum.@@" The moment the word 'cum' left your tongue, Judas tore his mouth from your pussy, replacing your pleasure with a hand on the middle of your back. A hand more than happy to force you into the cushion. As your brother rested above you and bared your asshole to the chilled living room air, the feeling of the cold liquid all but gave away what was about to happen. [[You are about to have anal sex with your brother]], but the moment you feel the pressure against the opening of your asshole, the weight of what you're about to do finally hits like a pile of bricks. [[Maybe you should change your mind while you still can]].

<<set $raepreg to random(0,1)>> <<if $raepreg is 0>> <<goto Notpreg>> <<elseif $chance is 1>> <<goto Pregsuccess>> <</if>>

You feel his seed spill deeper into you than you knew was possible [[You stand]]

Your brother's cum floods your helpless insides as your tight pussy clenches around his cock, siphoning everything his balls have to off you. You can only hope this didn't get you pregnant. [[You stand]]

<<set $raejudaspreg to random(1,2)>> <<if $raepjudasreg is 1>> <<goto "Notpreg">> <<elseif $raepreg is 2>> <<goto "ispreg">> <</if>>

<<if $raepreg eq 1>> RAE IS NOT PREGNANT <</if>> <<if $raepreg eq 2>> RAE IS PREGNANT <</if>>

You suddenly feel a familiar sensation in the throbbing head your brother's cock softly applying pressure to the opening of your tight asshole. On the verge of being brought to the biggest orgasm you've ever felt, you mindlessly lift your round rear-end and begin to push it towards Judas in hopes of finally quenching the ache of release, but your brother only pulls away before ripping your head up by your hair. "@@.judas;You pull that again and your ass won't be the only thing I'm filling up.@@" The urge to speak lies in your throat, but you know it's not your voice. There is something else inside of you, something that wants to take over. Despite wanting to speak with Judas, whatever is inside of you lies dormant and instead shows you images. Images of your brother smacking and gagging you, tying you up, and the most messed up of them all, expelling his seed inside of you. Just one word fills your sight as the images of Judas fade. @@.rae;Submit.@@ <img src="Images/RaeJFantasy.gif"> \ You bite down on your cheek as the head of your brother's cock struggles against your tight opening, refusing to give in to the foreign words that want to leave your mouth. @@.rae;Submit, Rae. Submit to your master.@@ You continue fighting the voices in your head, doing anything and everything you can to distract yourself from them. That is, until your brother finally breaks through your back door and forces the entire head of his cock into what you immediately realize is a not-so-virgin asshole. Despite having already had your ass penetrated by a stranger, you aren't free from the pain that follows as your brother's large shaft stretches your tight hole open. Every new quarter of an inch he pushes into your back passage is another quarter inch of new pleasure you find yourself reveling in, wondering why all of your friends so openly dislike it. Each light thrust into your tight canal is another thrust closer to bringing you to the orgasm Judas has been dangling in front of you. You've had enough, you can't take it anymore. His teasing you, the aching for the orgasm you so desperately need. You want to throw all caution to the wind, you want to ignore your brother's warning and [[drive your tight asshole down onto that girthy cock]], but as much as you want to hasten your orgasm, you already know better than to [[disobey the man who holds the key to your pleasure]]. <<message 'Dev Note + Mini Spoiler' btn>> Copypasta from the Dev/Checklist page When/Where a condom or alternative form of birth control (assuming MC isn't pregnant already, which she won't be when the first time this option appears) isn't mentioned and the choice states something along the lines of Cum Inside/Pull Out/etc, then cumming inside will result in a pregnancy. Pulling out will always result in just that, as I know everyone isn't into pregnancy. Not very realistic, but it's fiction. Liberties can be taken.<</message>>

Sorry, coming soon. @@.rae;-MissFortune@@

Despite going against your brother's demand, you need to cum after what feels like hours of being edged, of being mercilessly teased. Over and over again, he's brought you to the edge of orgasm only to rip it away at the last second. Even if it means becoming his sextoy for the rest of the night, the orgasm you so desperately want is only inches down the shaft of his cock, you can't help yourself. You don't help yourself. Figuratively throwing your arms up, you push yourself off of the cushion and push back against Judas, impaling your asshole all the way down on your brother's cock. Your arms give out under you as your orgasm careens through your body, sending you face-first into the cushion before your head is bounced off and throws your entire upper off the couch. Your lower body is quick to follow as you feel Judas's cock rip out of your gaping asshole. You feel Judas kneel behind you, but not to help you up. Judas grabs your hips and pulls you up by your waist until both of your sopping holes are exposed to him in the light. Your eyes open wide as you feel a pair of your brother's fingers enter your pussy, slowly gliding in and out of you in silence, silence intterrupted by the loud crack of him smacking your ass. "@@.judas;What did I say about trying that again?@@" Judas growls behind you, pulling his fingers out of you. "@@.judas;I'm not one to break promises, Rae. I gave you a chance and you didn't listen. You need to be punished.@@" Judas's palm crashes into your ass again, but the stinging of your cheek becomes just a memory when you feel the heat of his cock against your sex once again. The difference was that this time, it wasn't your asshole. Your brother was about to have sex with you, your brother was about to fuck you as a 'punishment', and yet all you could do was lie there while the head of his cock entered your dripping cunt. You realize at that moment that it isn't about what you could do, but what you @@.rae;want@@ to do. You @@.rae;want@@ to get fucked by Judas. Your mind begins to flood with images of Judas once more, but they have no chance to appear this time as Judas thrusts his entire length into your pussy. The tinge of soreness and pain from being stretched out by Judas quickly become hidden behiind a wall of pleasure that masks everything around it. Your pleasure is everything. @@.rae;His cock is everything.@@ "@@.judas;You shouldn't be enjoying this, Rae.@@" Judas softly whispers. "@@.judas;Who would've thought little-miss-purity was such a @@.rae;slut@@?@@" Judas rams his pelvis into you while he uses the palm of his right hand to bury your face in the carpet as his thrusts continue to pick up traction, each one more rough than the last. You wanted this, you are Judas's slut, you are. . .wait, what the fuck am I thinking? I don't-. . . Your thoughts are interrupted by Judas spanking you once more, his swat all but seeming to turn him on even more as his cock joyfully throbsinside of you. <img src="Images/RJPRE1.gif"> \ You are too buried within your own thoughts to realize what else that lone throb inside of you might've meant. Not until Judas whispered it into your ear, just loud enough for Belcroft to hear. "I'm almost there. [[What should I do?]]"

Judas forces out a muted grunt as he forces the length of his wide cock into your backdoor. You lie still underneath your brother as your asshole finally gives way to the massive intrustion being pushed into it, leaving you stretched enough for him to slide his cock all the way into you. It isn't long until you feel Judas's balls slap against your pussy while his cock continues to reshape your bowels. "@@.judas;I'm gonna make this ass mine. By the time I'm done, it'll fit me like a glove.@@" You can only utter unintelligible moans in return as Judas pulls the length buried inside of you back, leaving you surprised at the feeling of emptiness overtaking your lower body. Judas wastes no time thrusting back into you as he quickly begins to find a rhythm of slowly pulling out of you and then slamming it back into you. The yearning for an orgasm returns with a vengence as you feel every inch of your brother's shaft scrape along the walls of your insdes, filling you in ways you didn't know you could be filled. <img src="Images/RJAnal1.gif"> \ "@@.rae;I- Master, I'm gonna-@@" Your mind and body go blank as your orgasm crashes through you, all while Judas continues to relentlessly ream your asshole for his pleasure. As your blurred vision returns to you after the most mindblowing orgasm you've experienced, you find Judas now going full speed into your asshole, obviously well on his way to blowing his second load for you. That is, until you hear Belcroft clear his throat in a room that was only otherwise polluted by the sound of moans and sex. [[You lift your eyes to find Belcroft not smiling, but grinning. At you.]]

Hayden/Judas - Rae Sextoy path

"@@.hay;Make her never want to go back.@@" Your brother practically bows to Belcroft's whim as he lifts you from your idyllic world of pleasure and throws you down on your side against the arm of the couch, all with every inch of his cock still buried inside of you. It quickly becomes painfully, figuratively and litteraly, clear that Judas no longer cares about your pleasure. He only wants to get himself off and obey the man touching himself to the depravity right in front of him. As each thrust violenty pounds into your asshole, the pleasure slowly begins to return and take hold over your mind once more, moaning gibberish in a world of your own as your brother uses you like his personal cocksleeve. You don't care if he's your brother anymore, not that you did very much before, all you want is to keep feeling this pleasure inside of you. It doesn't matter if it's Belcroft, Judas, or all of the Teletubbies as long as you feel this good all the time. <img src="Images/RaeJudasAnal2.gif"> \ Lost in the throes of a looming second orgasm, your pleasure suddenly vanishes as your brother pulls out of your ass and brings the head of his cock to your face. "@@.judas;Fuck,@@" Judas growls as you feel the first of that searing, slimy heat spray across your face. <img src="Images/RaeJudasFacial1.gif"> After unloading his second batch of semen on your face, you feel Judas pull your head closer until the head of his cock is slipping passed your lips and into your mouth. Trying your damnedest to ignore the smell plaguing his cock, you find the taste to be the exact opposite. You aren't sure if it's your juices, his juices, the inside of your ass, or a mix of all three, but you enjoy the cocktail of bodily secretions covering his softening cock. You hear a clap, bringing the attention of your cum-soaked face to Belcroft. "@@.hay;That was magnificent, such sexual release from you both. I may just have to come watch you both again.@@" At the moment, you realize just how much clearer your mind is than before. The cum dripping for Juda's cock, the smell of sex you are doused in, it's all clear. Yet, your experience having anal sex with Judas is foggy, almost like a dream. Was sex with Judas in front of an audience that good? "@@.hay;Now, Rae, why don't you get cleaned up? [[Judas and I|Pullout]] have some details we need to discuss.@@" <<set $RJNotPreg = true>>

<div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>\ @@.rae;SUBMIT.@@\ </div> \ You immediately realize what Judas means as his pelvis refuses to slow long enough for you to think. Every thought seems to pass without cause or conclusion, the only things you can focus on are the cock inside of you and the lone word that fills your vision. The voice in your head is telling you to submit to Judas, but you can only wonder how? You're aware that Judas isn't doing anything but making you feel good, you don't understand how you are supposed to submit to something you want to do. Judas slows down, leaving the head of his cock inside trapped within the lips of your pussy. "@@.judas;I'm about to cum, you know. You might want to beg your @@.rae;master@@ to pull out if you don't want all of it inside you.@@" Your brother thrusts back inside of you, returning to the fast pace he was enjoying before. You know you need to [['beg' your brother to pull out|You lift your eyes to find Belcroft not smiling, but grinning. At you.]], but knowing is completely different from doing [[as your pleasure overwhelms you into speechlessness.]]

<img src="Images/pregdream.gif"> \ You open your eyes within a foreign, dark room, only accompanied by the creepy dripping from somewhere nearby. The room, despite having no visible light, glows a faint, unsaturated blue from every angle. Your eyes continue to adjust to the darkness, where you find yourself surrounded by a pink smoke fogging the clarity of the room, but as your eyes travel down your body, you almost can't believe your eyes. It isn't the teal-tinted bed your legs are spread out on, or the breast pump sitting on the covers. It's the size of the firm roundness belonging to a stomach that completely defied your petite frame. You run your finger over the bared hardness, lightly jabbing it with the tip of your index finger. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought you were @@.rae;pregnant@@. You begin to press harder into your stomach until you begin to feel something move. Ripping your hand away from your protruded abdomen, you see a small shape push upward through your skin. As your beating heart slows back to its normal rate, it takes you several moments to register that what you saw was a hand. The hand the size of an @@.rae;infant@@. What. The. Fuck. Am I. . .? I have-- "@@.rae;Press harder, Rae. It won't hurt anything.@@" you hear a familiar voice, deepend, darker, but somehow familiar. "@@.rae;Feel free to beat it to a pulp, though I must say I highly doubt my little Raelynn is evil enough to do that.@@" "@@.rae;Beat what to a pulp? Evil enough to do what?@@" you answer with another pair of question. "@@.rae;Your - no - our child, you hypocritical slut,@@" the voice answers you, though hardly making sense. "@@.rae;Are you fucking slow? I'm giving you permission to rid yourself of our child before it can open it's eyes, I just don't think a sweet little thing like you could go through with it. . .or do you, perhaps, want to be a mother somewhere deep down in there?@@" You don't answer the question, but instead ask yet another. "@@.rae;Who are you?@@" "@@.rae;Oh, 'our' didn't give it away for you?@@" you hear a snicker before the light of a flame catches your eye. "@@.rae;I am you, you are me, we are each other. . .however the fuck you wanna phrase it, we're the same.@@" <img src="Images/pregdream2.gif"> \ As the light spills in and illuminates the room, you find a raven-haired girl across from you lounging on an out-of-pace bench as smoke exits her lips. You can only stare on in shock as you find a mirror of yourself across from you. The only difference between the two of you are the sizes of your stomachs. "@@.rae;How. . .why?@@" you ask, quite literally speechless. "@@.rae;The how and why aren't important. I'm here because you keep struggling against something you clearly want. Everything that's happened to you tonight is because you allowed it to happen. You gave in to the pleasure Judas gave to you. His seed is fertilizing inside of you, and it's all of your own doing. You had the choices to say no, but you always submitted to your brother's wishes,@@" Your reflection gazes at you with a cigarette in between her lips; unwavering, cold. "@@.rae;Isn't it so much easier to submit to the pleasure of your master? We both now how much you loved the feeling of Judas inside you, we both know how much you wanted Judas to fill your every hole with cum, to let you bear the child of your master.@@" Words began to fill your sight once more. Master, child, slut, submit, wanted, mother, they battle for dominance within your mind and sight, all while ignoring your pleas for silence. This has to be a nightmare, right? Something this level of fucked can't be real. You continue to internally convince yourself that this is all a messed up dream, all while you trying to avoid being overwhelmed by the words covering your eyes. "@@.rae;Submit, Rae. Submit and become the mother of Master's child.@@" You bite down on your tongue, fighting through whatever this nightmare version of yourself was trying to do to you. "@@.rae;No. . .I'm not having my fucking brother's baby!@@" you shout over all the noise in your head, only to suddenly be met with [[the silence of your echoing shout.]] <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>\ "@@.ken;I SAID SUMBIT.@@"\ </div> <<set $RJPreg = true>>

<img src="Images/RaeNot.gif"> \ You open your eyes within a foreign, dark room, only accompanied by a creepy dripping and an earthy scent. The room, despite having no visible light, glows a faint, unsaturated blue from every angle. Your eyes continue to adjust to the darkness, where you find yourself surrounded by a pink smoke fogging the clarity of the room, but as your eyes travel down your body, you almost can't believe your eyes. It isn't the teal-tinted bed your legs are spread out on, or the breast pump sitting on the covers. It's the river of cum flowing out of your pussy. You run your finger over your bared, cum-flooded sex, lightly jabbing it with the tip of your index finger. You begin to press harder into your pussy until you begin to feel something move. Ripping your hand away from your abdomen, you see it begin to grow before you eyes. As your beating heart slows back to its normal rate, it takes you several moments to register that what you are seeing is a @@.rae;pregnant@@ roundness attached to you What. The. Fuck. Am I. . .? I have-- "@@.rae;Press harder, Rae. It won't hurt anything.@@" you hear a familiar voice, deepend, darker, but somehow familiar. "@@.rae;Feel free to beat it to a pulp, though I must say I highly doubt my little Raelynn is evil enough to do that. But, of course, you were also cruel enough to kill your rapist's child.@@" "@@.rae;Beat what to a pulp? Evil enough to do what?@@" you answer with another pair of question. "@@.rae;Your - no - our child, you hypocritical slut,@@" the voice answers you, though hardly making sense. "@@.rae;Are you fucking slow? I'm giving you permission to rid yourself of our imaginary child before it can open it's eyes, I just don't think a sweet little thing like you could go through with it. . .or did you, perhaps, want to be a mother somewhere deep down in there?@@" You don't answer the question, but instead ask yet another. "@@.rae;Who are you?@@" "@@.rae;Oh, 'our' didn't give it away for you?@@" you hear a snicker before the light of a flame catches your eye. "@@.rae;I am you, you are me, we are each other. . .however the fuck you wanna phrase it, we're the same.@@" <img src="Images/pregdream2.gif"> \ As the light spills and illuminates the room, you find a raven-haired girl across from you lounging on an out-of-pace bench as smoke exits her lips. You can only stare on in shock as you find a mirror of yourself across from you. The only difference between the two of you are the sizes of your stomachs. "@@.rae;How. . .why?@@" you ask, quite literally speechless. "@@.rae;The how and why aren't important. I'm here because you keep struggling against something you clearly want. Everything that's happened to you tonight is because you allowed it to happen. You gave in to the pleasure Judas gave to you. Unfortunate as it may seem, your brother decided not to give meaning to your life with a new life, but even so, it's all of your own doing. You had the choices to say no, but you always submitted to your brother's wishes,@@" Your reflection gazes at you with a cigarette in between her lips; unwavering, cold. "@@.rae;Isn't it so much easier to submit to the pleasure of your master? We both now how much you loved the feeling of Judas inside you, we both know how much you want Judas to fill your every hole with cum, to let you bear the child of your master. Soon enough, Rae. Soon enough, it will become a reality.@@" Words began to fill your sight once more. Master, child, submit, wanted, mother, they battle for dominance within your mind and sight, all while ignoring your pleas for silence. This has to be a nightmare, right? Something this level of fucked can't be real. You continue to internally convince yourself that this is all a messed up dream, all while you trying to avoid being overwhelmed by the words covering your eyes. "@@.rae;Submit, Rae. Submit and become the mother of Master's child.@@" You bite down on your tongue, fighting through whatever this nightmare version of yourself was trying to do to you. "@@.rae;No. . .I'm not having my fucking brother's baby!@@" you shout over all the noise in your head, only to suddenly be met with [[the reverb of your shout|Can I come over to your place tomorrow after school?]] <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>\ "@@.ken;I SAID SUMBIT.@@"\ </div>

After finding yourself in the shower for the second time in a little under an hour, rinsing the aroma of sex and cum off of both your body and breath, you shrug your shoulders and enter your room. You just finished letting your brother nut inside of you, the last thing you should be worried about is him seeing you coming out of the shower naked. While your parents were another story entirely, you knew you could at least explain it away with them. Towels were dirty, Judas stole your clothes, and so on. As you enter the silence of your bedroom, you can faintly hear the dull bass of your brothers voice come from down the hall. Part of you wants to listen to their conversation, but there's another part of you that knows you might very well regret what you hear. You don't know how deep your brother is in with Belcroft, and as it stood, the same could be said about yourself. He waived everything you both owed him in exchange for what was supposed to be just anal sex with your brother. No matter how bad anyone could be with money, there was no way watching a brother creampie his sister was an even trade-off for the disappearance of a murder. You knew it, that someday his help would come back to haunt you, but it was far too late to change anything now. For the sake of yourself and Judas, you decide against eavesdropping on them and instead take your phone off the charger, where you find several texts and list of missed calls by Sam. You sigh, wondering if you should respond to your best friend, or who you thought was your best friend until she chose to have sex over helping you. But could you throw away years of friendship because you weren't up front about what happened? Maybe it was al just some sort of misunderstanding. You tap on her name and call her, waiting for her to pop up on the screen. <img src="Images/SamAnswer1.gif"> \ After another moment of silence, Sam appears on your screen in a bikini as you watch her walking towards something. You realize once again just how much Sam has both filled out and thinned down since junior high. When you met Sam in middle school, she was carrying some extra baggage in all the wrong places. Fast forward to your senior year and both her bust and ass make you look like a preteen. "@@.sam;Where the hell have you been, Alaska?@@" Sam asks you, her rather brash edges still very much on point. "@@.sam;I texted you a couple days ago asking where you were, and you told me not to worry about it because J knew where you were. You stopped answering after that, I just assumed you were busy taking it up the ass or something.@@" You don't answer, not because you're angry, but because you can't tell her. Even while Sam continues to assume the opposite. "@@.rae;Don't worry about it, it's taken care of.@@" "@@.sam;You disappear for a week with nothing but a few texts and call at like two in the morning asking for to me come help you at your beck and call?@@" It's then that Sam finally looks at the screen and notices the marks on your face, made obvious by her expression. "@@.sam;Seriously? I wouldn't call that gash on your cheek or that black eye 'taken care of'. What happened?@@" You listen for the voices of either Judas or Belcroft in the living before turning back to Sam. "@@.rae;I don't think I can explain it over the phone. [[Can I come over to your place tomorrow after school?]]@@" Exhausted from both your healing body and the night you spent with your brother, you head quickly hits your pillow and before you realize it, you're back asleep

<img src="Images/RaeCreamed2.gif"> \ Your words begin to slur, blending in with all the moans your brother is forcing out of you. Despite your foreign attempts at speaking, Judas only seems to go faster, powerfully thrusting into you with each stroke, the ridges of his cock gliding across the clenching walls of your pussy. Your brother's thrusts began space themselves out, but become more powerful with each new one driven into your cunt. In between his quick, powerful thrusts, Judas lifts you and bends you over the couch. Bent over the cushion, you feel his cock drive even deeper into your insides as he hits places you had no idea even existed. Then everything halts with one final, heaving thrust into you. His cock swells inside of you, and that's when you feel it. Your insides being soaked in a fresh, thick warmth. You were sure of it, Judas was cumming inside of you, filling you with your broth-@@.rae;Master's@@ incestual seed. That was the reality of it. [[The reality that your brother might have just gotten you pregnant|RaeJudasIsPreg]]

You are literally snapped back into reality as your eyes refocus on Judas snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to get your attention. Staring at your brother, you find him partially dressed in his distressed black jeans, and the same went for Belcroft. Wherever the hell it was you went, you were out long enough for both men to get dressed without you even noticing. The moment you sit upright, you feel something inside of your stomach. While you were certainly able to feel Juda's cum sloshing around in you, it was something different. It wasn't quite strong enough to be called a pricking sensation, but not weak enough to be mistaken for the body doing weird shit. But just as you place your hand on your stomach, as if to tend to the sudden, faint pain, the words from your nightmare appear once more. Submit and become the mother of Master's child. Are these withdrawal effects, or something? What the fuck is wrong with me? All this shit about my brother being my master, or getting me pregnant. I don't actually want that. . .do I? As you bring yourself to your feet, you not only feel Judas's cum begin to leak, but the faint pain in your stomach again. You make eye contact with Belcroft as what he said earlier comes to your mind, making you wonder if he can actually tell the future, or if he meant that in the sense of his power. Was there someone with enough power to influence the future? You are brought out of your thoughts once again as Belcroft speaks directly to you. "@@.hay;Now, Rae, why don't you get cleaned up? [[Judas and I]] have some details we need to discuss.@@"

Sorry, coming soon. @@.rae;-MissFortune@@

<<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ You sit up in your bed half asleep, and yet find your mind hazily drifting to last night's events. The pleasantly pungent taste of your brother's cock in your mouth, how he filled up your asshole, and even the cum his balls emptied into your pussy, the sensation of each and every one were still very much there. Especiallly the feeling of the frantic throbs that flooded your pussy with rope after rope of semen. What you saw after Judas came inside of you, as much as you wanted to believe that it was just a nightmare, felt like so much more than that. The firmness of the pregnant stomach, to the smell of smoke that stuck to your nostrils, it was almost as if you were really there with that angsty reflection of yourself. If it was a dream, then what did it mean? Why was I talking to myself while I was pregnant on a bed? Even knowing how meaningless it is to contemplate the meaning of dreams, you couldn't exactly help it. You were able to remember all of it, and everything she said to you. Your brother's seed fertilizing in you being the most worrisome of the bunch, but even then, it was clearly impossible to know if Judas really did get you pregnant last night. With an angry sigh, you throw your covers off of your slender frame and expose your nude form to the mirror on your door before standing yourself up. You decide to shrug off the weird dream and force a new smile on your face. If you were still walking and talking after being turned into a drugged up sex slave for a week, then there's no way you could let a dream be what gets to you. All you want to care about is that it's a Friday, and you're going to see Sam after a day of school you wouldn't be attending. You already missed a better part of the school week, so you figure that taking the rest of the week off wasn't going to hurt any more or less than going. It wasn't like there were exams happening. [[You head for the shower, planning to spend your afternoon lazing about in front of a television.]] <</if>> <<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ You sit up in your bed half asleep, but yet find your mind hazily drifting to last night's events. The pleasantly pungent taste of your brother's cock in your mouth, how he filled up your asshole, and even the amount of cum his balls emptied all over your face, the sensation of each and every one were still very much there. Especiallly the heat of his seed soaking into your pallid skin. What you saw after you went to bed, as much as you wanted to believe that it was just a nightmare, felt like so much more than that. The warmth of the cum in between your legs, to the smell of smoke that stuck to your nostrils, it was almost as if you were really there with that angsty reflection of yourself. If it was a dream, then what did it mean? Why was I talking to myself after my stmomach grew on that bed? Even knowing how meaningless it is to contemplate the meaning of dreams, you couldn't exactly help it. You were able to remember all of it, and everything she said to you. "Submit and become the mother of master's child" being the most worrisome of the bunch, but even then, it was clearly impossible to for Judas to have gotten you pregnant last night. With an angry sigh, you throw your covers off of your slender frame and expose your nude form to the mirror on your door before standing yourself up. You decide to shrug off the weird dream and force a smile on your face. If you were still walking and talking after being turned into a drugged up sex slave for over a week, then there's no way you could let a dream be what gets to you. All you want to care about is that it's a Friday, and you're going to see Sam after a day of school you wouldn't be attending. You already missed a better part of the school week, so you figure that taking the rest of the week off wasn't going to hurt any more or less than going. It wasn't like there were exams happening. [[You head for the shower, planning to spend your afternoon lazing about in front of a television.]] <</if>>

After finding yourself in the shower for the second time in a little under an hour, rinsing the aroma of sex and cum off of both your body and breath, you shrug your shoulders and enter your room. You just finished letting your brother nut all over your face, the last thing you should be worried about is him seeing you coming out of the shower naked. While your parents were another story entirely, you knew you could at least explain it away with them. Towels were dirty, Judas stole your clothes, and so on. As you enter the silence of your room, you can faintly hear the dull bass of your brothers voice come from down the hall. Part of you wants to listen, but there's another part of you that knows you might very well regret what you hear. You don't know how deep your brother is in with Belcroft, and as it stood, the same could be said about yourself. He waived everything we owed him in exchange for what was supposed to be just anal sex with your brother. No matter how bad anyone could be with money, there was no way watching a brother give his sister a facial was an even trade-off for the disappearance of a murder. You knew it, that someday his help would come back to haunt you, but it was far too late to change anything now. For the sake of yourself and Judas, you decide against eavesdropping on them and instead take your spare phone off the charger, where you find several texts and list of missed calls by Sam. You sigh, wondering if you should respond to your best friend, or who you thought was your best friend until she chose to have sex over helping you. But at the same time, you couldn't drop the nagging suspicion that there was some sort of misunderstanding between you. You tap on her name and decide to call her. <img src="Images/SamAnswer1.gif"> \ After another moment of silence, Sam appears on your screen in a bikini as you watch her walking towards something. You realize once again just how much Sam has both filled out and thinned down since junior high. When you met Sam in middle school, she was carrying more than a little extra baggage in all the wrong places. Fast forward to your senior year and both her bust and ass make you look like a preteen. "@@.sam;Where the hell have you been, Alaska?@@" she asks you, her sarcastic edge still very much on point. "@@.sam;I texted you a couple days ago asking where you were, and you told me not to worry about it because J knew where you were. You stopped answering after that, I just assumed you were busy taking it from behind or something.@@" You don't answer, not because you're angry, but because you can't tell her. Even while Sam continues to assume the opposite. "@@.rae;Don't worry about it. It's taken care of.@@" Sam continues. "@@.sam;You disappear for a week with only a few texts and call at like two in the morning asking for to me come help you at your beck and call?@@" It's then that Sam finally looks at the screen and notices the mark on your face, made obvious by her expression. "@@.sam;Seriously? I wouldn't call that gash on your cheek or that black eye 'taken care of'. What happened?@@" You listen for the voices of either Judas or Belcroft in the living before turning back to Sam. "@@.rae;I don't I can explain it over the phone. Can I come to your place after school?@@" Exhausted from both your healing body and the night you spent with your brother, you head quickly hits your pillow and before you realize it, you're [[falling asleep|RaeJudasIsNotPreg]].

You are literally snapped back into reality as your eyes refocus on Judas snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to get your attention. Staring at your brother, you find him partially dressed in his distressed black jeans, and the same went for Belcroft. Wherever the hell it was you went, you were out long enough for both men to get dressed without you even noticing. The moment you sit upright, you feel something inside of your stomach. While you were certainly able to feel Juda's cum sloshing around in you, it was something different. It wasn't quite strong enough to be called a pricking sensation, but not weak enough to be mistaken for the body doing weird shit. But just as you place your hand on your stomach, as if to tend to the sudden, faint pain, the words from your nightmare appear once more. Submit and become the mother of Master's child. Are these withdrawal effects, or something? What the fuck is wrong with me? All this shit about my brother being my master, or getting me pregnant. I don't actually want that. . .do I? As you bring yourself to your feet, you not only feel Judas's cum begin to leak, but the faint pain in your stomach again. You make eye contact with Belcroft as what he said earlier comes to your mind, making you wonder if he can actually tell the future, or if he meant that in the sense of his power. Was there someone with enough power to influence the future? You are brought out of your thoughts once again as Belcroft speaks directly to you. "@@.hay;Now, Rae, why don't you get cleaned up? Judas and I]] have some details we need to discuss.@@"

You are literally snapped back into reality as your eyes refocus on Judas snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to get your attention. Staring at your brother, you find him partially dressed in his distressed black jeans, and the same went for Belcroft. Wherever the hell it was you went, you were out long enough for both men to get dressed without you even noticing. The moment you sit upright, you feel something inside of your stomach. While you were certainly able to feel Juda's cum sloshing around in you, it was something different. It wasn't quite strong enough to be called empty, but not weak enough to be mistaken for the body doing weird shit. But just as you place your hand on your stomach, as if to tend to the sudden, faint hunger, the words from your nightmare appear once more. Soon enough, it will become a reality. Are these withdrawal effects, or something? What the fuck is wrong with me? All this shit about my brother being my master, or getting me pregnant. I don't actually want that. . .do I? As you bring yourself to your feet, you not only feel Judas's cum begin to leak, but the faint hunger in your stomach again. You make eye contact with Belcroft as what he said earlier comes to your mind, making you wonder if he can actually tell the future, or if he meant that in the sense of his power. Was there someone with enough power to influence the future? You are brought out of your thoughts once again as Belcroft speaks directly to you. "@@.hay;Now, Rae, why don't you get cleaned up? [[Me and Judas]] have some details we need to discuss.@@"

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Much like you planned, you spend the day lazing away on the couch watching a mix of reality television and scrolling through your social media feeds. Despite very much enjoying not spending eight hours in classrooms bruising your ass on those uncomfortable plastic chairs, you find yourself bored ever so often, forcing you to cringe at the fact that you almost regret not going to school. Tossing your phone onto the cushion next to you, you immediately realize your phone is lying in the exact spot your brother fucked you in last night. You can't help but remember feeling the warmth of his slick chest buried into your shoulder blades as his cock stretched your walls, but as much as the physical part of you enjoyed the sex, you know how wrong it is. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ You let your brother fuck you, and if that wasn't messed up enough, then letting him cum inside of you without any protection definitely was. Even if it was to repay the 'debt' you owed to Belcroft, it didn't change the fact that your brother was inside of you, or that a piece of you liked it. But it's as you question the morality of having sex with your brother that realize just how fuzzy most of your memories from the previous night are, only your orgasm and your brother spilling his cum in you stand out. <</if>>\ <<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ You let your brother fuck your ass, and if that wasn't messed up enough, then letting him cum all over your face and sucking all of your womanly secretions off his cock definitely was. Even if it was to repay the 'debt' you owed to Belcroft, it didn't change the fact that your brother was inside of you, or that a piece of you liked it. But it's as you question the morality of having sex with your brother that realize just how fuzzy most of your memories from the previous night are, only your orgasm and your brother covering your face in cum stand out. <</if>>\ The origin of that debt makes you bring your hand to the mark on your cheekbone, a deep cut given by having the side of your face smashed into concrete by the man you refused to leave with, the very same mark Sam mentioned when you talked yesterday night. All pressing on your cut seems to achieve is bringing back what happened to you in that empty, gray room. You had worries and it was no short list, either. You may have passed on any number of STD's to Judas, and who knew if you were being raped on the deepweb somewhere, but what you did know was that nobody was ever going to find out about it if you had any say in it. As you soaked in the hot water of your shower that morning, you were finally able to calmly react to what happened on that beach. It was in the shower that it came to you, that all you needed to do was explain what happened to you. All the DNA on your skin and inside of you proved it, but with that realization also came the understanding that everyone would out know about what Danny did to you. Your friends, your family, and even the people you never talked to would look at you. With pity, with uncertainty, with shame. You already had no boyfriend, and you could only cringe at the thought of them knowing that a bunch of strangers paid to fill and cover you in cum. You had the choice to call the police, or you had Belcroft. There was no way you could know which was the right choice to make on the spot, but it was far too late to dwell on your decision now. All three of you are responsible for the disappearance of a human existence. Responsible and Implicated. You, Judas, and Belcroft were the only three who knew about what happened. Judas was the one that called Belcroft for you, and it hadn't taken a rocket scientist to see that Belcroft had way too much on the line to say a word about it. If anything, from what you could gather, he gave off the impression that it was hardly the first time he's 'taken care of' something, or rather, someone. With a sigh, you switch off the television and push yourself up, but notice that your phone is notifying you of a text. You tap the message and see Sam telling you [[that she just got home from school]].

As you approach the door to Sam's house, you can feel the bass of circa-2015 dubstep playing from inside her house. You aren't sure if she blares it mockingly for her neighbors to feel, or if she actually enjoys listening to bouncy electronic sounds, but you never really find yourself caring much about it. The cause for pause in this case, however, was the volume when it came to knocking. You aren't at all sure if she'll be able to hear you over the music. You shrug your shoulders and knock anyways, just a little harder than you normally do. You immediately regret knocking that hard as soon as you hear the knock echo through her house. Even over the music, you hear her shout. "@@.sam;I'm finishing up a workout, just come in!@@" "@@.rae;Sorry about knocking so h-@@" <img src="Images/samworkout.gif"> \ You are interrupted the moment you walk into the living room by the sight of Sam's round ass bouncing right at you in a pair of skin-tight workout pants that were wholly unafraid of exposing each and every crevice they could find on her toned lower body. Sam rises until she is lying on all fours before she leans forward to turn off the music pounding through the stereo. As her ass shamelessly waves in the air, you are all but forced to notice that her pants really did catch every crease. While trying not to stare at your best friend's ass, or cameltoe, you almost can't help feeling sorry for her younger brothers. You've seen on plenty occassions how 'lightly' Sam dresses around her house, and even out, neither were ever really a ton. She never showed enough skin to be called a slut, but enough to get more than a few second glances from strangers, strangers who usually had their girlfriends with them. A part of you wonders if her twin brothers look at her like that, like an object of their sexual fantasies. You wouldn't blame them for a second if they did, she was basically asking them to jerk off to her dressed like that. Not that you had any place to talk. "@@.sam;I'm gonna go for a dip, come swim with me and tell me about what happened with Danny. I mean, I kinda have to ask. . .was he big?@@" You can only hope that Sam didn't see you cringe as you look towards her room, praying that she glosses over you ignoring her question. "@@.rae;I didn't bring anything, though, and I don't know if you're going blind or whatever, but nothing you have is going to fit me.@@" "@@.sam;So? Just go skinny dipping, then. It's not like we haven't done it before.@@" "@@.rae;What about Tristan and Cody? I'm not about to give them a bunch of jerk off material.@@" "@@.sam;Fine, we'll both do it. Happy?@@" Sam takes you by your wrist and pulls you through the already open sliding glass door, where you find the pool her father hand-built as clean as ever. "@@.sam;Obviously, you didn't read many of your texts when you were fooling around with Danny all week, but I sent you one saying that Tristan and Cody were staying with our grandparents for the weekend, they left yesterday. And my dad said he was going to be busy all day in the office with some business partnership meeting with some Tech company over the weekend.@@" "@@.rae;Many? I didn't read any, Sam. I didn't have my phone,@@" you immediately cover your mouth as you realize you spoke without thinking, all but sure that you've opened the floodgates for Sam. "@@.rae;. . .I lost it on the way there or something, I think. I'm not really sure where it went, to be honest.@@" You catch Sam mid-strip as she is pulling off her sports bra, allowing her bust to bounce proudly, breathing in the freedom of the warm afternoon air, but you find her pausing as she looks at you. You know Sam well enough to know when she was lying to you and you were sure the opposite was true as well, her narrowed eyes locking onto you only seemed to enforce that notion. That she knew you were lying to her. "@@.sam;You maybe, I don't know, wanna tell me what really happened to it?. . .or you?@@" You watch Sam pull down her pants, revealing her bare, clean shaven pussy to your eyes for what feels like the thousandth time before she makes quick work of dropping her nude body neck deep into the water and swimming over to you at the edge of the pool. She keeps her narrowed eyes on you with every foot closer, leaving you entirely unsure of how to answer her. If you [[tell Sam the truth]] about what Danny did to you, could you trust her not to tell anyone?

You sigh and finally give in to the piercing eyes of your best friend in the water below you. Sam swims to the ledge of the pool and folds her arms over it, propping herself up as she waits for you to start talking. You don't know if she already started to piece together what you were going to tell her, but you appreciate her giving you the time to you need to put the words in your head together. "@@.rae;Danny took me to this secluded part of Torrance Beach, and told me a little bit about how his sister used to take him there when his parents were arguing. . .@@" you trail off as your nails give their best attempt at piercing the concrete. "@@.rae;The next thing I know I'm being hit and bent over the stairs to a small house or cabin, or something. He. . .fuck. He started raping me, like right on those stairs. T-There's more, but you have to promise me you won't say anything, not even to the police.@@" Sam's eyes are widened, but the gaze in her eyes are the total opposite of what you expected to see if you ever told her. She only gives you a quiet nod, remaining just as silent as before. You can't recall ever hearing Sam this quiet, but you can't say it wasn't appreciated as it allowed to you quietly puzzle together your thoughts into words that would never quite entirely put across what that time with Danny felt like. It was a feeling you wouldn't have wished on anyone, except for Danny himself. A feeling you could only hope he was suffering through in hell. You continue to explain that week you spent in that small house to Sam. The drugs Danny gave you, the vague details of each blurry rape he committed, down to the very end just before you killed him. As you approached that point, you knew you had to lie to Sam. You were already taking a risk telling her any of this, but killing might have just been that breaking point she needed to go against you and tell the police. "@@.rae;After I tried to hit him with the crowbar again, he said I could leave and he wouldn't chase me if I didn't tell the police,@@" you utter a lie to Sam, hoping, praying to anything that she believes what you are telling her. "@@.rae;If only for me, please just promise you'll leave this alone and let it lie where it belongs.@@" Sam nods. "@@.sam;My mouth is shut, if that's really what you want. But I need you to know that I'm here for you, okay? I don't care if I'm having sex with someone, or it's six in the morning, call me or come over if you need to talk. I'm here.@@" You watch Sam pull her soaked, glistening body from the pool and sway her bare ass towards the table her phone was lying on top of. "@@.sam;It's obvious it wasn't you anymore, but I think he was sending me texts as you, telling me how much fun you were having with him, eggplant emoji included.@@" <img src="Images/rstxt.png"> \ Baring all for you or any nosy neighbor, Sam sits beside you with legs spread and hands you her phone, where you see the string of messages go back and forth. Danny, or whoever was catfishing Sam, did a decent enough job copying your objectively cringy texting style to make it look believable and clearly he suceeded in making Sam believe it was you. You scroll through all of the texts until you reach what were your own from the night before you went on that 'date' with Danny. They were definitely passable enough to fool Sam, but you could only wonder if Danny sent anything to Judas, or if Judas even knew you well enough to know it wasn't you. You are ripped out of your thoughts by Sam wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer, forcing your sleevless arm in between the damp canyon created by her breasts. Sam throws you a smile, leaving you unsure if she's trying to cheer you up or rip you into the pool fully clothed, or maybe both. All you know is that it's working, to some extent, as you feel your cheekbones rise. "@@.sam;Okay, then. You have thirty seconds to get your clothes off, or I'm pulling you in clothes and all,@@" Sam gives you a grin as she slides herself back into the water. "@@.rae;Sam, I don't think that's a go-@@" [["Thirty seconds."]]

You roll your eyes as you push yourself off the ground with Sam's phone in tow and set it on the table before you reach for the bottom hem of your shirt. Your shirt comes off a moment later, revealing a bosom you felt embarassed about when you compared them to the likes of the girl floating in the water. You've caught guys giving you second looks before, but you've lost count of how many times you've caught men straight up gawking Sam, and you were sure those mammmaries attached to her were the reasons why. "@@.sam;. . .Is that a bruise? Does it still hurt?@@" Sam quietly asks, looking around as she utters each word. "@@.rae;Not anymore,@@" you shake your head, remaining vague in hopes that she catches on sooner rather than later. Sam either catches the hint, or decides not to stick on the topic any longer, and soon moves her focus to watching you strip. You wouldn't exactly say it was better than asking about those bruises, but it was surely easier and a lot more comfortable. Your jeans are the next to fall as the soft clink hits the warm concrete beneath your feet, leaving you in a pair of pink underwear that you quickly come to realize weren't hiding all that much. Sam whistles, knowing just how to irk you in all the right ways. "@@.sam;God, you're so thin,@@" she sets her chin into the palm of her hand. "@@.sam;You're almost like a goth Piper Perri or something.@@ You roll your eyes a second time as your best friend compares you to a pornstar you're sure is at least three inches shorter and quite a bit lighter than you. Even so, there was one thing she still did better than you. "@@.rae;The difference is that she knows how pull off being small. . .and having no boobs.@@" "@@.sam;Hush with all that self-deprecation, only thing she's got on you is taking big dick like a champ. Now take off them panties and get in here with me already.@@" <img src="Images/raesampool.webp"> \ Leaning forward, you slip your thumbs into the band of your panties and slowly pull them off your waist, inching over further as you guide your underwear down your legs. You can feel Sam eyeing you in the same you did to her earlier, though you were much less open with your body than she was. The two of you spend the afternoon underneath the sun with a mix of swimming and talking about all the 'juicy shit' you missed at school. That is, until Sam's dad [[walks through the sliding glass door]].

"@@.sam;Oh my god, don't fucking stop,@@" Sam's giggle quivers into your eardrum. "@@.sam;Oh. . .shit, I answered that? Uhm, what's up, Rae?@@" "@@.rae;Thank god. Sam, I need your help and I don't know who else to call,@@" you plead into the phone. "@@.rae;Something happened and I need your help, I don't know, moving it?@@" "@@.sam;W-Where the fuck have you been?@@" Sam's voice fades away from the phone, followed with some type of muted groan. "@@.sam;You're gonna have to. . .fuck. Call me back, okay? Just call J for now. . .@@" just as Sam's voice pulls away, you hear it. The three words she ditched you for. "@@.sam;I'm gonna cum.@@" In that swarm of betrayal, anger, and fear, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down as much as you can. Sam was your best friend, and while she was never the most reliable person out there, you never thought she'd choose sex over you. You turn, making sure that nobody else has entered the house since you made the call before turning back to the phone. Sam is clearly in no shape to help you, for better or worse, but who else could you trust? It quickly becomes apparent that [[Judas is the only other person you could trust with this]].

"Sam, what did I say about leaving this open when it's warm out?" Sam's father, Anthony, walks through the door sliding door before he even finishes speaking, leaving you entirely unprepared for the moment he came passing through it. Sam's dad was the owner of a growing gym chain in California, and he himself only did his brand justice. Even underneath his suit, her dad was clearly cut despite the steretypes his age often face. Her father was, prior to the gym chain, a well-known entrepreneur who was given the moniker "The Builder", after both starting and assisting with small startups that went on to sell for far more than they were expected to be worth. You are baring all for that very man as you sit right in his line of sight from the door. Both too shocked and embarassed to cover yourself right away, his eyes fall from your own and travel down your flat stomach until you are sure they get an eyeful of your bare pussy. It's not until Sam, who is just as bare, turns her torso towards her father that you think to cover yourself. As Sam's breasts sway right in front of her well-dressed dad, you can't help but pick up on the fact that there wasn't much of reaction from him. If anything at all. Perhaps he was just so used to seeing his daughter in practically no clothing that this was just par for the course, or maybe he'd seen her nude in the pool before. It was curious, to say the least, but you have little place to say anything after what you allowed to happen with Judas. A part of you still wanted to ask Sam what the deal was, but the smarter part of you knew that you didn't have any right asking when you told her to keep what happened to you a secret. It wasn't your business. "@@.sam;Hi, Daddy,@@" she waved, all while subtly pressing the inside of her elbow into her breast."@@.sam;Do you wanna join us?@@" You aren't entirely sure if he said no because he had another reason, or if he sensed how nervous you were about his presence, but her dad gives you a quick glance before shaking his head. "Sorry, sweetie. I have some things I still need to do, and then it's probably off to bed for me. I have another meeting or two in the moring. You ladies enjoy yourselves, though." Sam watches her dad turn and pass back through the now closed sliding door before turning back to you with a grin that speaks a thousand and one words. Her grin wasn't what you could describe as evil, but the playful curve of her glossy lips spelled out the mischievousness glowing within her eyes. As soon as you are sure her dad is gone, you drop your forearm and release your breath. "@@.rae;You said your dad was going to be in the office all day.@@" you kick water at her. "@@.rae;. . .I can't believe your dad just saw everything. Speaking of. . .your dad didn't really seem surprised about, well, all this.@@" Sam pulls her eyes away from you as she lowers herself back into the water, accompanied by the smacking of her breasts colliding with the surface. As Sam pushes herself upright in the five or so feet of water she stands in, she pulls her autumn-colored hair back into a loose ponytail, all while keeping her glowing eyes on you. <img src="Images/Sampool1.webp"> \ "@@.sam;If you want me to be honest, I don't really wear clothes around here anymore. Except when you come over, since you're such a prude and all,@@" Sam extends her tongue. "@@.sam;I guess Daddy's just used to it now, maybe?@@" "@@.rae;Yeah, and what about your brothers? That's seems kinda. . .awkward?@@" "@@.sam;They stopped caring after the first day. Why? I don't know or really care, as long they keep their hands to themselves,@@" Sam bites her lip and approaches you before she quietly whispers into your shoulder. "@@.sam;I bet you're wondering if I'm doing anything with Daddy, aren't you?@@" Your eyes widen as Sam's seductive, husky voice reverberates through your head. The way she was flaunting her body to her father definitely [[piqued your curiousity]], but you know that she could just as easily be [[fucking with your head]].

You nod as her warm, silken breath pulls away from your bicep, only to feel the back of her hand slide along the length of your bared left thigh. Some nagging feeling in your gut is more than sure that Sam is going to burst out laughing at any moment, but her laugh doesn't come as you watch your best friend slowly glide through the wavy waters and onto the middle stair of the pool. "@@.sam;You were honest with me about what happened, so I guess it's only fair,@@" Sam looks up at you, ever so slightly leaning back. "@@.sam;I'm not doing anything with him, but I want to.@@" <<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ Sitting still as Sam watches you for a reaction of any kind, you peel your eyes away from her own. You can see how nervous your typically assured friend is, but you have no idea what to say to her - despite being the very same girl who let her brother cum inside of her in front of another man. <</if>>\ <<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ Sitting still as Sam watches you for a reaction of any kind, you peel your eyes away from her own. You can see how nervous your typically assured friend is, but you have no idea what to say to her - despite being the very same girl who let her brother blow his load all over her face in front of another man. <</if>>\ "@@.rae;Do you think he wants to?@@" you find yourself asking a question with an answer that had been made more than obvious if you compared her father to any man. "@@.rae;It's. . .different, I guess. But if you both want it, then who cares?@@" Hypocrite. "@@.sam;I mean, I don't want anything serious. I just want to be Daddy's little @@.rae;slut@@ once in a while or something, you know?@@" "@@.rae;Y-yeah, I think so.@@" You shift uncomfortably on the cooling concrete as a soft jolt comes to life in between your legs. It takes all of you to sit still in front of Sam as your pussy begins to chaotically pulse, slowly engorging as blood begins to flow to your suddenly stimulated sex. Every fibre of your being is aroused, for no apparent reason at all. As your nether lips grow more and more moist beneath you, you find Sam looking right at you with her head cocked. "@@.sam;Are you okay? You look really flushed.@@" Tearing your eyes away from Sam, you push yourself up from the ground and head toward the table where your clothes lied. "@@.rae;Yeah, I think the sun is just kinda getting to me. I should probably go home and lay down for a bit.@@" you grab your jeans and began to slide them up your pallid legs, one by one. "@@.rae;We should do this again sometime. God knows my pale ass needs it.@@" "@@.sam;. . .Whenever you want. Just let me know.@@" Before long, you are dressed and [[pulling into the driveway of your house]]. <<set $samdadsex = true>>

Sam looks at you quietly for a moment, as if to gauge your reaction to what she said about her dad, but begins to laugh right as the silence starts to verge on awkward. With doubt, you begin to follow along and laugh yourself, as though you knew it was a joke the entire time. That no sane teenage girl would fuck someone in their family, hypocritically dismissing what you had done yourself. What I did was completely different anyways, you think, I was going through a lot and I had to do it to help Judas out of what he owed Belcroft. I didn't want to fuck Judas, and everything about it being hazy says that I'm right. "@@.sam;I mean, I like to put out, but I'm not so much of a @@.rae;slut@@ that I @@.rae;want@@ to sleep with my dad.@@" You shift uncomfortably on the cooling concrete as a soft jolt comes to life in between your legs. It takes all of you to sit still in front of Sam as your pussy begins to chaotically pulse, slowly engorging with the blood of your suddenly stimulated sex. Every fibre of your being is aroused, for no apparent reason at all. As your nether lips grow more and more moist beneath you with each tick of the clock, you try to find anything to say to Sam. "@@.rae;I wouldn't think so. Having sex with the man who raised you might be, I don't know. . .too much?@@" She nods, but remains quiet for a moment. "@@.sam;It is.@@" Sam's nude body rises from the water as she slowly makes her way to the steps of the pool and climbs them out of the water. Under a peach-dyed sunset, her soaked body sparkles as it takes each ray in and reflects back to you. You very much found Sam attractive, and you had told her as much, but you were sure there was nothing romantic between the two of you. As far as you knew, neither of you were into girls. As your eyes continue upwards, you catch Sam in the middle of a yawn. It's when she picks up her phone that she finally speaks again. "@@.sam;I forgot how tired doing this made me,@@" she laughs. "@@.sam;I think I'm gonna pop out for a nap. Do you wanna stay, or do you have [[something else|pulling into the driveway of your house]] to do?@@" <<set $samdadsex = false>>

The moment you turn the engine of your car off, you sit in the driver seat as you realize just how soaked your pussy became on the short ride home from Sam's house. You look down in between your legs and immediately see the wet spot staining your jeans, all but tempting you to masturbate right there inside of your car where anyone could see you. With each brush of your nipples along the cotton of your top, with each piece of denim rubbing against your sensitive flower, your body is begging you to give in and touch yourself. Right there, right at that moment. In a your own hazy world packed to the brim with lust, you peak out the window to your left as you nearly slip a finger into your jeans. Right as your finger manages to reach your clit, Kennedy walks out of your house in a black tank top that does little to cover her overflowing bust and a short skirt that does much of the same. Just how Judas liked them. You weren't quite sure if she did it in hopes of getting closer to Judas, but you always found her genuinely friendly towards you when she was over, entirely unlike the things a lot of the older women in the area called her. You withdraw your right hand from your jeans, take out your keys from the ignition, and pull yourself out of the car, all while your sesnitive cunt continues to throb within your jeans. "@@.ken;Hey, kid. It's been a while.@@" "@@.rae;I-It has. What was it like touring in Europe?@@" Kennedy gives you a raised brow, but answers anyways. "@@.ken;Outside of the streets being too narrow and Germans being absolutely nuts, it really wasn't all that different from touring here,@@" she wraps her right arm around your shoulder. "@@.ken;We're leaving for another short tour around the west here, but let's spend some time together when I get back, okay?@@" Before you can even nod your agreement, Kennedy approaches you for a second time, but this time going for your ear. "@@.ken;Sorry for interrupting you in there, but you might want to be sneakier about it from now on,@@" her cheekbone collides with your temple. "@@.ken;I mean, of course, unless you like being seen getting off.@@" You are far too lost in your own lust to be as embarassed as you would typically be after a comment like that while you watch Kennedy's tattooed frame sway across the street to her Jeep. As soon as you watch her drive off, you make a beeline to the door of your house and fly through the door, where you find Judas watching the Torrance High football game on the local station. Before you can get passed him, he calls out to you. "@@.judas;Hey, where are you rushing off to?@@" "@@.rae;Homeworrrkk,@@" you dig your nails into your palm as your jeans rubbing against your bare sex force more pleasure to reverberate through you, wholly unaware that not a single leaf of paper is in your hand. "@@.rae;Sam gave it to me, apparently I missed quite a bit. Now, if you'll shut up, [[I'd really like to get to it.]]@@" "@@.judas;My bad, then. No need to be a bitch about it, shouldn't surprise anyone, though. You always are,@@" he reaches into the pocket of his button up and hands you the same pink pill Belcroft offered you yesterday. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>"@@.judas;Belcroft told me to give you this. Since you know I. . .@@" "@@.rae;I get it,@@" you sigh, swiping the pill from Judas. You collect saliva in the back of your mouth and toss the small pink pill into your mouth, accompanied by the sound of a noisy gulp. "@@.rae;Tell him that I appreciate it.@@"<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>@@.judas;Belcroft told me to give you this, as a. . .@@" "@@.rae;I get it,@@" you sigh, swiping the pill from Judas. "@@.rae;Tell him that I appreciate it.@@"<</if>>

<<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ Tortured by your jeans and horny beyond reason, you hurry into your room and slam the door behind you. The direction your clothes end up flying in are all but an afterthought as soon as your bare shoulder blades hit your mattress with legs spread and your drenched cunt quivering for a touch, any touch. Right as you place two fingers on your drenched lips and spread them apart, waves of pleasure rock you, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with just a single touch. Each touch, each clockwise stroke of your glistening lips is enough to bring you to the edge of an orgasm. Every chill running through your nerves, the impatient ache in the pit of your stomach, every part of your body wants the same feeling. Your fingers bring you closer and closer to the orgasm you are chasing, but you can't get close enough to surpass the edge. You can see the ledge, but you can't fall off it. @@.rae;Not like Master made you do@@. <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>\ @@.rae;MASTER@@\ </div> \ As the lone word clogs the entirety of your hazy vision, you begin to feel your pussy quiver underneath your digits, begging you to slip something inside of yourself. Your fingers, your hairbrush, @@.rae;Master's cock@@, or even all three. You need them, you need something, anything to fill your @@.rae;slut@@ holes. You need @@.rae;Master@@, you need to cum all over @@.rae;Master's big, thick dick@@. <img src="Images/raefantasy1.webp"> \ "@@.rae;Fuck. . .Fuck me harder, Master,@@" your subdued voice trembles as images of Judas fucking your ass again storm your mind, tightening your soaked insides around your drilling fingers. "@@.rae;I'll be your good girl, just make me cum, please.@@" <img src="Images/raefantasy2.gif"> \ The visual of @@.rae;Master@@ driving his throbbing, hard cock into your ass is enough to take you over the edge as you bury both of your fingers into your drenched sex. Your pussy clamps tightly around your lean fingers as it drenches the digits within you, all while trying to tear them from your palm. As you recover from the powerful orgasm, you continue to softly circle your sensitive clit with your fingers, taking in all the aftershocks that come with your delicate touch. When you open your eyes, you are glad to finally be rid of the hazy vision, but you quickly come to realize that haziness is replaced by the heaviness of your fatigued eyelids. [[Your life returns to a relative normalcy as a new week drones by]]. <</if>> <<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ Tortured by your jeans and horny beyond reason, you hurry into your room and slam the door behind you. The direction your clothes end up flying in are but an afterthought as soon as your bared back falls onto your mattress with legs spread and your drenched cunt quivering for a touch, any touch. Right as you place two fingers on your drenched lips and spread them apart, waves of pleasure rock you, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with just a single touch. Each touch, each clockwise stroke of your glistening lips is enough to bring you to the edge of an orgasm. Every chill running through your nerves, the impatient ache in the pit of your stomach, every part of your body wants the same feeling. Your fingers bring you closer and closer to the orgasm you are chasing, but you can't get close enough to surpass the edge. You can see the it, but you can't fall off it. @@.rae;Not like Master did@@. <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>\ @@.rae;MASTER.@@\ </div> \ <img src="Images/raefantasy2.gif"> \ As the lone word clogs the entirety of your hazy vision, you begin to feel your sex quiver on it's own, begging you to slip something inside of yourself. Your fingers, your hairbrush, @@.rae;Master's cock@@, or even all three. You need them, you need something, anything to fill your @@.rae;slut@@\ holes. You need @@.rae;Master@@. You need release, but nothing you do is allowing you to cum. You are frozen in place. While your vision is now clear of the word and the haziness hiding everything around you, you are still beyond turned on, but your body has made it more than clear that it won't let you cum tonight, regardless of what you do. [[Your life returns to a relative normalcy as a new week drones by]]. <</if>>\

Well, as normal as life can get after your brother fucks you on the whim of a powerful man. <<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>Outside of the pill your brother gave you being gone, your life otherwise returned to its ordinary pace.<</if>> You push your covers off of your body and find yourself as nude as the day you were born, trying to remember exactly how you ended up like this. All you really remember is getting inexplicably horny at Sam's house, talking to Kennedy, and then rushing into your roomm before you <<if $RJPreg eq true>>had an orgasm to your brother going in on your ass.<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>failed to cum and cursed yourself to sleep as horny as could be.<</if>> Everything in between, just like the time you spent with Judas, was foggy. What made you so horny to begin with? <<if $samdadsex eq true>>Was it Sam talking about her dad? Am I really turned on by something like that? you think.<</if>> You can only wonder if that haziness, that fogginess you are experiencing is some sort of sex addiction, or maybe even some kind of prolonged withdrawal effect from all the drugs Danny put in your system. One part of you wonders if it's just you and how you react to sex, but then there's the other that worries it may be something something bigger. As you guide a pair of the nearest clean black leggings you can find up your smooth legs and throw on a skimpy tank top of the same color, you can hear a pair of men talking about the odds for an upcoming basketball game on the television in the living room. You amble your way into the living room, where your eyes fall upon Judas reclining on the couch in just his briefs. You aren't at all sure if it's because his buldge is lying in plain sight, or if you wanted to look, but what your eyes land on is your brother's erect cock threatening to force its way out of his underwear. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>That night with Judas comes rushing back to you. Gagging pn his cock, the feeling of his thick cock reshaping the walls of your ass, and even the blistering heat of Judas painting your unprotected ovaries.<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>> That night with Judas comes flooding back to you. Sucking his cock, the feeling of his thick cock gaping the walls of your ass, and even the warmth of his big load covering your face.<</if>> You literally have to tear your eyes away from your brother's cock by cracking your neck, all but forcing you to realize just how divided your mind is about everything you've done with him. Every part of your body enjoyed the pleasure Judas made you feel despite everything you experienced before him, it wasn't even a stretch to say you loved it, but the stigma of what you did with him wouldn't leave you alone. The fact of the matter is that it's wrong for a brother to have sex with his sister. You know it happens to other girls, <<if $samdadsex eq true>>even Sam had some level of interest in her father,<</if>> but that doesn't mean it's right for you. "@@.judas;Mom and dad called, said the storm is finally letting up and they're allowing people to board soon.@@" "@@.rae;. . .Well, that's good,@@" you distantly mutter. "@@.rae;I guess they aren't kidding when they say it rains a lot in Seattle.@@" I tell myself that it's wrong, and yet I preach to Sam that there's nothing wrong with it, you internally laugh at your hypocrisy as you turn around and give Judas a second look as you lazily make your way toward the kitchen. As you continue to blatantly study the back of your brother's head, he turns his sights to you before you can look away. He caught you looking at him, and you know there's nothing you can say to deny it without it sounding like an full-blown excuse. He caught you looking, and perhaps worse, he knew why you were looking. Judas immediately stands, working his way around the couch as his tattoo engulfed torso and hard cock make long strides towards you, [[until he is standing only inches away]].

"@@.judas;What, you think I didn't see you perving on my dick like a @@.rae;dirty slut@@ when you walked in?@@" Judas sets his right hand on your cheek while his left makes his way down your rib cage. "@@.judas;Go ahead, Rae. Touch it. You know you @@.rae;want@@ to.@@" You try to squirm away from Judas as each word he speaks crashes through your head, blocking out everything but themselves. "@@.rae;I don't want to, Judas. That was a one-time thing, only because of what you did for me. Just because we fucked once doesn't mean you can do it whenever you want now.@@" A swift, newfound stinging encompasses your cheek as Judas backhands you. "@@.judas;It's @@.rae;Master@@, Rae. Look at you, you dress like a @@.rae;slut@@, you act like a @@.rae;slut@@, the only thing you don't do is fuck like a @@.rae;slut@@. That's about to change.@@" Judas throws your shoulder back into the wall behind you, delicately cupping the very cheek he smacked moments ago. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>"@@.judas;Didn't you hear yourself last night? You were getting off on me fucking you, you @@.rae;wanted@@ your @@.rae;master@@ inside of you. Were you imagining me busting inside you again, too?@@"<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>"@@.judas;Didn't you hear yourself last night? You're so much of a @@.rae;slut@@ that you can't get off without a cock anymore. You don't @@.rae;want@@ to get off without a cock anymore.@@"<</if>> "@@.rae;Fucking stop it,@@" you shove Judas away. Judas wastes no time smacking you once more. "@@.judas;Do you think I @@.rae;want@@ to hurt you like this, Rae? Just @@.rae;submit to your master@@ and you'll become exactly who you want to be. Maybe that's my @@.rae;slave@@, or maybe you just want to be a @@.rae;dirty little slut@@ for any man who wants you. @@.rae;Master@@ is okay with either.@@" @@.rae;Slave.@@ @@.rae;Dirty little slut.@@ "@@.rae;What are you. . .@@" you stumble forward into his chest, words flickering in between the flashing images of your smoking reflection. "@@.rae;GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!@@" @@.rae;"It's time, Rae. It's time for us to finally make a choice. Sumbit to your master and bear his child, or become the slut you've always wanted to be. The choice has always been yours."@@ You want to fight the words, the noises, but they quickly become too much for you to handle. They are overwhelming you, consuming you. Everything around you is swarmed, violently swallowed whole by incantations as the words blinding you are chanted syllable by syllable into the deepest, darkest crevices of your mind. Every word, letter by single letter, is embedded into your head. They are a part of your mind, they are a part of you. They are you. Blind, deaf, you are only aware of the new hands lifting you off of the ground by your waist. Your vision, though blurry, returns as you are thrown down onto a soft blackness. A blackness you soon recognize as the blankets to Judas's bed. As you guide your eyes away from the darkness of his blanket, your brother's blurry form looms over you, only left with sight of him slowly pulling off his black briefs right in between your legs. Everything is slow, everything but the soft murmuring in your mind is silent, void. Everything is frozen in time. Everything but Judas. Completely nude, Judas leans over your limp, undefended body while the glans of his swollen cock glide along your covered thigh. As he continues to fall further over you, the palm of his hand crawls up your lightly covered chest until it begins to turn clockwise, where it leisurely glides up your frozen throat. Softly, gently, your brother's long digits begin to curl around your throat. <img src="Images/judasdom.gif"> \ Is Judas right? Do you want to @@.rae;submit@@ and become a [[slave]] to your master. Are you really a dirty little [[slut]] like Judas says you are? You could be either, but you can't help but notice that something feels wrong, controlled even, maybe you should try [[resisting]] or [[fighting free]] from this feeling.

Everything but the lone word in your sight vanishes, fading away like the smoke on the end of a cigarette, like a warm breath on a cold winter morning. Even as Judas's digits steal your breath from you, you feel a calm, gentle warmth take over every nerve in your body. You know it now that there's one above you, that this is where you belong. You belong on your knees, finally being shown how to use your mouth the correct way. You belong on your back, birthing Master's genes into the world if he deems you worthy of gifting you his superior cum. This is where you should've always existed, underneath a man. Underneath a real man. Judas loosens his strong grip on your throat as soon he notices your mouth open. "@@.rae;Can I be yours?@@" Keeping his palm over your throat, Judas raises his left, forcing you to cower beneath it. That is, until you feel the backside of his palm gliding across the bare upper half of your covered breasts. "@@.judas;If you ask me the right way, like a good little slave should always do, then you can have anything you want.@@" You feel a smile grow on your face. "@@.rae;Can I be yours, Master?@@" Judas quietly snickers at your request, swatting your breast as his only answer. His hard cock lies against your inner thigh, softly grinding against your covered skin as your new @@.rae;master@@ looks menacingly into your eyes. Judas takes a small step back, pulling both himself and his swollen cock away from you. You lift your head and follow his movements around your left side, where you find his right hand approaching the band of your leggings. The moment your brother's fingers slide into your leggings, they are effortlessly torn off your lower body, leaving your cunt undefended for him to pleasure himself with. You watch Judas beginning to grin as his fingers catch the thin strap of your tank top, forcing the cheap black cotton to meet the same fate as your leggings. Expecting Judas to fuck you right away, you spread your legs with a smile for your master, only to watch him fall next to you on the bed. "@@.judas;You'll do everything I order you to do. You'll fuck whoever I order you to fuck. What I say goes, it is the law, and you won't disobey me. Is that clear?@@" You nod. "@@.rae;Yes, Master.@@" "@@.judas;Then prove it,@@" Judas strokes his cock. "@@.judas;Or I'll have to @@.rae;punish@@ you.@@" As tempting as being punished sounds, you want to be a good girl for Master. You waste no time getting onto all fours and approaching your brother's hard cock. It stands erect and proud in front of you, waiting to be touched, pleased. By you. As Master's slave, this is your responsibility. You exist only to make him cum in whatever hole he chooses. You exist only to please him, to have his children if he so wishes. Your life belongs to Master. Your body belongs to Master. Everything you are, everything you do is for Master. A smile begins to grow as you curl your lithe fingers around your brother's cock. The musk, the androstenol soaked into the shaft of his cock, you want it all. You lower your tongue to the base of his shaft, giving the reddened head of Judas's cock a pair of rapid strokes as you tantalisingly inch it upwards to his sensitive glans. You give the patch of skin one more teasing stroke of the tongue before you raise your mouth to his glowing head. Right on the tip of his cock lies a small string of precum, waiting for your tastebuds, waiting for you to swallow anything else his cock gives you. Judas runs his fingers through your hair, lightly smacking the side of your head. "@@.judas;Suck my cock.@@" <img src="Images/rjslaveoral.webp"> \ You stretch your lips around the head of your brother's cock, attempting to force the first quarter of his girthy manhood down your throat. How your throat feels, how comfortable you are with Master's cock in your mouth no longer matters. Your pleasure is irrelevant, only Master deserves constant pleasure. If he chooses to reward you for being a good girl, that's only because you made Master happy. That is the only remaining meaning for your existence. Your throat slowly begins to widen around his cock as you carefully inch his shaft deeper into your mouth, entirely, wholly ignoring the protests of your gagging. With your mouth stretched open around his dick, you use any means you still can to pleasure Master. You softly handle Judas's balls in your fingertips as you tenderly massage them in between your fingers, toying with them while your right hand slowly strokes the remaining open length of his cock. The fingertips of Judas's right hand run through your hair once more, but this time swerve around the back of your head. Judas take a palmful of your hair and rips you off of his cock before he brings himself to his feet on the bed. You remain in your master's grip, patiently, painfully waiting for your master's next request. That request never comes as [[Master rips you to your knees]] and leaves you standing with his cock pointed directly at your lips.

Everything but the lone word in your sight vanishes, fading away like the smoke on the end of a cigarette, like a warm breath on a cold winter morning. Even as Judas chokes your breath away, you feel a calm, gentle warmth take over every nerve in your body. You know it now that there's one sitting right in between your legs, you want cock. Every living part of you wants to get your brains pounded out by anything with a dick attached to it. Even if that cock belongs to your brother. Your pussy is open to anything that wants it. A grin begins to grow across Judas's face as you wrap your left hand around his forearm and pull his weight further into your throat, all with a smile of your own. Your right hand takes on a mind of its own, gliding down your nude body until it brushes passed your moistening cunt and meets the shaft of your Judas's cock. Softly, as your brother conintues to strip your lungs of air, you tighten your digits around his base and give him a gentle pull towards your pussy. His grip on your throat loosens for a moment, allowing you to gather air as the tip of his cock slowly spreads your lips apart. Judas's free left hand falls to your chest, giving your left breast a pair of gentle squeezes just before lifting that very hand and smacking it, but it's as the violent stinging in your breast fades that you realize it. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>Your brother is all the way inside you again<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>Your brother big cock is in your pussy for the first time, without much pain at all<</if>>. You feel both pleasure and pain as Judas buryies his cock into you with minimal lubrication, but not nearly enough to make you stop him. <img src="Images/rjslut.webp"> \ Instead of waiting for your damp pussy to catch up, you further impale your hole onto his cock, gyrating your hips as you slowly work the rest of his shaft into you. As your pussy finally begins to adjust to your brother's size, his thrusts soon join your gyrations, allowing his thickness to fill every part of your insides. Moans quickly start to find their way out of your mouth as each new thrust into your pussy grows longer, harder. You don't care which hole is fucked, or how many cocks you have to serve to get there, you just want to be reamed by anything that can get you off. "@@.rae;Harder. Make me feel like a whore, Master,@@" you nearly purr as every nerve of your insides feels his cock throb. "@@.rae;Teach me how to be a little fucking slut.@@" "@@.judas;Drop the master, thing. It sounds weird,@@" Judas laughs, slowing down inside of you. "@@.judas;I'll make you a slut, that's for sure. I have one rule if you're going to be a dirty fuckin' slut, though. No birth control, you let those chodes cum wherever they want.@@" You were very aware of what that meant. Anyone you decided to have sex with could cum inside and get you pregnant, Judas included. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>Assuming you weren't already.<</if>> You realize that in just a few months time, you could be round with a stranger's baby, but even knowing that, you still can't say no. If anything, that thought only made him harder to reject. Maybe she was right all along, maybe you actually did want to be a mother somewhere deep down inside of you. After a moment of silence, halted in mid-fuck, you nod. Being filled with cum and having a child was a fair price to pay for pleasure, especially when that price was something that I might have wanted all along. Judas resumes sliding in and out of you, his short nails digging into your thigh which each powerful thrust. Those powerful thrusts quickly became violent as the sound of sex filled the room, your quiet moaning and heavy breaths accompanied only by the slapping of skin. You weren't sure if Judas was angry or if he was just treating you like a whore like you asked him to. Then you got your answer with a mouthful of spit splattering across your face, followed by a sharp smack across your cheek. "@@.judas;You like that? Don't think I didn't feel your little pussy get all tight when I said no birth control. You love the risk of being filled up, don't you? I can't believe I was actually doubting it for a second, but Jesus, you really are a slut. Not only do you like being used as a fuckin' sextoy, you don't even care if they knock you up.@@" "@@.rae;Yeah? If you think that, then be a man and cum inside me.@@" you growl, pulling Judas down by his hair. "@@.rae;Break my pussy like a knockoff fleshlight and fill me up, Judas.@@" Judas wastes no time tearing you off of his cock by your hair and throwing you face first into his bed's headboard. Left with your nails digging into the cloth of the headboard, your brother is quick to find the entrance of your cunt once again, gliding into you no care for your pleasure. You asked him to [[fuck you like a cheap sextoy]], and he was about to do exactly that.\ <<set $raeslut = true>>

Sorry, coming soon. I will mention that this branch will be getting nonsensically/comically dark. Messed up shit will happen for no reason, and lot of it is stuff that won't typically occure in real life. There will be a complete lack of realism, no rhymes or reasons. Will include more sex slavery/forced prostitution, heavy drug usage, necrophilia, gangbang/gangrape, crazy old people who want to protect something, farm animals, breeding/gloryholes/cum urinal'ing. I kinda just want to test the limits of how fucked up I can get without getting into the super niche and/or shit that 98.5% of the population hates, like pedophilia/etc. @@.rae;- MissFortune@@

You try to fight the words overwhelming your sight, but all too quickly realize that it's a fruitless battle as your vision begins to blur. You know something is seriously messed up in your head, and has been since Belcroft visited your brother after making a dead body disappear. It wasn't having sex with your brother that was messed up, there was something more, something deeper going on that you couldn't quite puzzle together. The haziness, the faded memories of everything you've done with your brother, and even the 'dream' you had. In your eighteen years of life, you've never thought of Judas sexually, and then you're suddenly dreaming about being the mother of his children while you serve him for the rest of your life. You were either always more messed up than you wanted to admit, or something major had changed. You could only hope it was the latter, but even then, what changed? Being raped? The murder? Sex with Judas? There was only one dot that connected in the latter two. Belcroft. Whatever was happening to you seemed to have everything to do with him. Him and Judas. Underneath your brother's tensed fingers, you found yourself still, frozen underneath his gaze as your air supply slowly continued to dwindle to nothing. Your blurred vision begins to darken under his gaze, until your world fades to nothing. Darkness. The black. Somewhere void of time and space. The hole your brother was trying to bury you into. All you see is an empty darkness. Until the dark glow of your relfection appears in front of you. "@@.ken;Why must you resist, Rae? Why must you deny yourself of who you really are? You belong to Judas, body and soul, and all your worthless denial is doing is hurting him. I won't let that happen anymore. Become a hole, you worthless whore. Become a doll for cock.@@" "@@.rae;Why is this happening? What's going on?@@" you ask yourself. "@@.rae;You aren't real, or at least natural. Judas isn't acting like he normally does, and I'm thinking about all this-@@" \ <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>\ @@.ken;SILENCE.@@\ </div>\ \ "@@.ken;You had every chance to follow your own path, and you failed. Suffer, child. Suffer until your dying breath.@@" Your reflection begins to flicker into something else, not into another version you or anything that resembled you, but something darker. Something much more evil. Your reflection took on the vile creature that haunted your dreams for years as a child. Somethi <img src="Images/rjresist1.gif"> \ <<fadein 11s>>[[Suffer]]<</fadein>> <<set $raeresist = true>>

As Judas keeps your hair tightly locked within his grip, you immediately understand what he wants. Your mouth isn't skilled enough to please Master by yourself yet, so he's going to show you how he wants to be pleasured. You open your mouth without hesitation for Judas, obediently watching, waiting for his big cock to fill up your throat once more. It makes you feel happy, lucky knowing that Master thinks you are a slave worth teaching. "@@.judas;Throw up if you need to, I won't punish you for that,@@" Judas grins. "@@.judas;I'll just pound your throat even harder.@@" Before you realize what he is doing, Judas forces every bit of his length and girth down your throat, leaving three-quarters of his shaft stuffed in your mouth. Judas pulls your head off and slams your throat down his cock once more, forcing you into a fit of gagging and coughing around your master's penis that all but forces your throat to tighten around his pulsing cock. You aren't sure if he's just enjoying using your face as another pussy or if Master is close to cumming, but you feel a fulfilled smile grow around his shaft knowing that he is feeling pleasure either way. <img src="Images/rjslavedeep1.webp"> \ With each thrust into your throat, the thickness of his penis grows within your moist tunnel, all while he uses your mouth and throat like a disposable fleshlight. Master and master's cock are all that matter to you at the moment, and that's how it should always be. You are master's slave, you are at his beck and call for his every need. You are his sextoy, you are his slut. @@.rae;Master is your life.@@ You are caught off guard once again as Judas tears your mouth off of his cock and throws you down onto the bed. Judas quickly jumps off himself and approaches you at the side of the bed, where he grabs your hair for a second time and forces his hard, saliva-soaked cock back into the depths of your throat. Only this time, you are met with your brother's pubic hair buried into your nostrils as you find all of his length inside of you. <img src="Images/rjslavedeep2.gif"> \ After several more domineering thrusts into your mouth, you begin to feel Judas throbbing in your throat. You're sure Master would love to [[cum down your throat]], but maybe he wants to [[fuck you]] too? <<set $raeslave = true>>

You decide to let it go, knowing that Master can and will fuck you wherever or whenever he chooses. If he wants to abuse your throatpussy to cum, then he will. Your throat is his to cum inside of, your pussy is his to cum isnide of. Your holes belong to your Master, and to be underneath him with his cock lodged deep in your throat is all you want. You are below him, your body is but a vessel for him to cum inside of whenever he so pleases, built only to pleasure and breed. With Judas still balls deep in your throat, he sits and lies down on his bed as he pulls you toward the center of the bed with him. Instead of using his hips to make your throat form to his manhood, his palm buries the length of his quaking cock into the darkness of your gagging, clamping canal. Judas pulls your head up to the glans on the bottom of his cock, all but announcing to you that he was cumming inside of your throat as his girth tears through you with one final stroke. "@@.judas;If you let any out, you'll be punished. You got that?@@" <img src="Images/rjslavethroatpie.webp"> His first shot of semen launches into the depths of your throat before you can even get a taste of the seed you are wringing out of him. The seemingly endless river of your master's thick, potent cum fills up your every crevice your tight throat has to offer, but it quickly becomes too much for your inexperienced mouth to hold as a stream of milky white exits the corner of your mouth. Lying in between a growl and huff, Judas tears you from his cock by your hair as you quietly swallow the remainder of his cum in your mouth, but you don't have any time to breath before you are being bent over Judas's desk. Naked, your moist pussy and begging asshole remain wide open for your master to do as he wishes with. You are left bent over to the right of his laptop in silence, the only sign that he's still there being the heavy breaths he was exhaling behind you. The silence encompassing the two of you was ended with the loud cracking of leather, a sound that hadn't immediately registered with you until the pain spreading along your ass follows it. A second, third, and fourth repeatedly come down one after another as Master continued to punish you for disobeying him. You failed the one task you were given, and this was the punishment. You deserve being whipped like this, but despite the pain being inflicted on your rear-end, you find your posterior thrusting towards the smack. Somewhere deep down you feel it, you enjoy the pain master brings you. What Master wants, you want. What Master likes, you like. <img src="Images/rjslavespank.webp"> \ The final whack that meets your bared ass becomes by far the most painful as your master lays all of the strength his arm has to offer into it, but in between the pain and vague throbbing of your bright red behind, you feel Master's hand delicately cup one of your sensitive cheeks. A soft, gentle touch accompanied by the moistness of his softening cock kissing your thigh. You rub your rear-end against his palm. "@@.rae;I'm sorry, Master.@@" Master swats your ass with his hand, his glare drilling through your shoulder. "@@.judas;Did I say you could move, or talk? You don't speak unless you're spoken to, your body doesn't touch mine unless I allow it, but since I know you're such a horny little slave, I'll forgive it just this once.@@" he takes your hair within his fist and pulls your head back. "@@.judas;When everyone is asleep tonight, I want you to come to my room. Naked. Don't and you'll regret it.@@" You are turned towards the bedroom door, standing in silence as you wait for Judas to tell you what to do next. Both of your legs are quickly kicked in, sending you to your knees before Master allowed his palm to rest on the crown of your skull. You rest on your knees for a quiet moment, until your feel the pressure on the back of your skull forcing you to the floor. "@@.judas;Crawl to the bathroom and [[take a shower]]. We don't need Mom seeing you like this yet.@@" Landing softly on your hands, you raise your butt into the air to tease your master once more before you leave toward the stairs, carefully guiding yourself up the stairs on all fours. It isn't until the fourth stair, however, that you realize Master's eyes are gazing at your bare, damp pussy with a twitching cock. As much as you wanted Master to fill your insides with more of his cum, you knew he was right. You both had to look normal for Mom. <img src="Images/rjslavecrawl.webp"> \ <<set $RJNotPreg eq true>>

You give a quick double-tap on Master's thigh as you try to pass on the wordless signal of both needing air and asking your master if he wants to finish inside of you. Judas carefully pulls out of your throat, leaving you gasping for a moment before you could gather the air to finally speak to Master. Even without his cock lying in your throat, you feel the shape of your master's cock within you still as you approach him and press your bright pink lips to the shining head of his cock. As you begin to repeatedly share tender kisses with his throbbing member, you almost forget why you asked him to stop to begin with, That is, until your aching pussy reminds you that you want Master inside of your unprotected walls, that you want him to fill your insides with cum you don't deserve. You are master's vessel, his hole. You have no greater meaning than raising his child. Whether that's another hole for Master to breed when she comes of age, or another man above me is entirely up to fate. I would still raise them the same. "@@.rae;Do you want my pussy, Master?@@" you force your mouth away from his cock and turn your sex to Judas, spreading your moist lips right before his eyes. "@@.rae;I want you inside of again, Master. Please? <<if $RJPreg eq true>>I haven't been able to forget that night you came inside me. I want more. . .all of it.<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>I've been wondering what it would feel like to have your dick in my pussy since you put it in my ass. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me, Master.<</if>>@@" Judas shares a quiet laugh with you. "@@.judas;Drop the whole@@ '@@.judas;Master@@' @@.judas;thing. It sounds weirder than I thought it would.@@" Despite his silence, the bed creaks as his weight begins to shift forward. In just moments, you could feel the heat of Master's palm spreading your cheek apart from the other, revealing both of your bared holes to him. Much to your pleasure, you feel the thick head of Master's cock stretching your nether lips <<if $RJPreg eq true>>once more<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>for the first time<</if>> Soon, your hand's replace his own, allowing his fingers to latch onto your hips and pull you further down onto his cock. Even if he doesn't want you to call him Master anymore, you know it doesn't change who he is to you. Judas, no matter his name, is your master. Your only regret is that you didn't realize it sooner, that the man you grew up with was the man made you were bred to serve, that you never got to experience the pleasure of his cock earlier. <img src="Images/rjslavefuck1.webp"> \ As the length of your brother slowly reforms your insides, your dripping cunt clamps arounds his manhood, sending wholly unexpected waves of pleasure through every nerve in your bared body. Even as your pussy attempts to lock Judas in place, he begins to pump in and out of you with short, fast strokes. Just as your body grows used to the quick strokes he's delivering into you, Judas drills his entire length balls deep into your waiting pussy, nearly kissing the opening of your cervix with the head of his cock. Trading the speed of his shorter strokes with power and length, you can't help but drive yourself back against the penis piercing your insides as you pleasure both yourself and your brother at the same time. Each ridge of your brother's big cock scrapes your innards, where you find yourself nearly screaming with each thrust he pounds into your tight, sopping cunt. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, and each earful of Judas's growls says the same for him. Your mouth opens for you, a voice trembling in pleasure follows. "@@.rae;Fucking fuck me, Judas. I want all of it.@@" You begin to feel the lips stretched around your brother's cock tighten as your orgasm draws near. All of you hopes that Judas [[fills you with his seed]], but you know that you have no say in if he [[pulls out]] or not.

<img src="Images/raeshower2.webp"> \ You step underneath the hot water of the running shower as several thoughts relentlessly circle your mind over and over. So many changes had come your way since that night with Danny, and those changes brought just as many unanswered questions. About yourself, Judas, and even the man your brother brought into your home. Then there was everything that's happened with Judas himself. <<if $raeslave eq true>>You're happpy that you've found your missing piece in your master. It doesn't matter if your master is your brother, all you care about is that not a second goes by where he's left hard and unpleasured. Your mouth, asshole, and pussy belong to him whenever and wherever he wants them. You feel whole in your master's presence, you feel whole with his cock inside of you. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>You feel valuable when he's filling your womb with his child.<</if>> You love the idea of being his only slave, the only woman to take his seed, but you know Judas will want more slaves some day and you are just fine with that. All you hope for is that he doesn't lose interest in you when he gives his other girls his cum. Naturally, all of you will be his, but you selfishly want to be his favorite. <<if $RJPreg or $RJPreg eq true>>You want to be the first to have his seed fertilize inside of you.<</if>> You quickly begin to wonder just who Judas would want to have serve him with you, Kennedy? Sam? Both? A smile begins to creep across your face as the image of your brother unloading his balls deep into Sam runs through your mind. You're sure Judas would have the same reaction. <</if>>\ <<if $raeslut eq true>>Even if you couldn't quite remember a ton of it clearly<<if $RJPreg eq true>>outside of Judas emptying his balls inside of you<</if>>, something finally clicked in your mind that night. You denied all of yourself for eighteen years, pretending to be the good girl with the grades to back it, but you always knew it deep down. That you were a dirty little slut who needed to have a cock in her more than she didn't, who needed to be bent over and filled up like the cumslut she was. Judas finally found the key and unlocked it. You were free to fuck whoever you pleased with only one small condition. The men you spread your legs for are allowed to cum wherever they want. In your mouth, ass, or unprotected pussy. It was fucker's choice, so to speak. Sex with no birth control was a small price to pay for cock and pleasure, for being bent over and fucked like a cheap hooker on the corner of the street. The only difference was that you couldn't do anything about the men who would undoubtedly fire their cum into your womb. You could only contemplate how you felt about the possibility of being knocked up by what would likely be a complete stranger. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>There was already a chance your brother might have knocked you up himself, but if he hadn't, then what were you going to do when a stranger did? How would you feel knowing that you would be raising any stranger's baby? Despite the surprisingly faint worry of how your parents might react, you didn't actually mind the idea. Your dream was right, Judas was right. You didn't mind being knocked up, and perhaps even a hidden part of you wants it. Along with all the cock that comes with it. Even if that wasn't entirely true, the two loads of cum running down your thigh made that hard to argue against. You guide your palm to the inside of your thigh and set it underneath the falling cum before you glide it up your leg, all the way up to your ravaged pussy. You bring the pool of cum to your nostrils, taking in the strong, fishy scent of the seed your brother flooded your hole with. But there's only one thought, one hope in your head as your tongue reaches the puddle of still-warm semen in your hand. The hope that every guy will fuck you just like your brother did.<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>You want all the sex and cock you can get, but you would be lying to yourself if said no birth control wasn't a scary proposition for you. The prospect of raising a child, and a stranger's child at that, was scary for you. There was no way you could raise a child on your own, and the thought of how your parents would react only made it harder to swallow. But you couldn't say no. You wanted all the cock you could handle, but couldn't compromise. Judas wouldn't budge.<</if>> <</if>>\ <<if $raeresist eq true>>Underneath the water, you're finally given the chance to take a deep breath of fresh air as the dull throb in your rib cage makes itself known. Your eyes fall to your lightly aching pussy, where you find the cum your brother forced inside of you about to meet your knee. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>Even if Judas came inside of you that night with Belcroft, this was different.<</if>>It was even worse repeating the events in your own head. Your brother raped you and then came inside of you. If that wasn't the worst part, then being unable to do anything was even worse. You were completely limp, a cheap, fertile sex doll that your brother just raped his seed deep into. Even with the underlying fear of possibly being knocked up by your brother, the fear does nothing to halt the questions flooding your mind uncertain mind. Why couldn't you move? Did he drug me? But how? I didn't have anything to drink or eat. Maybe. . .maybe that dream I had after I passed out. What did she say? Suffer, become a. . .hole? There's no way that was real, though. There can't be. You can't help but let your mind drift to what Judas may have meant when he said your life was over. Was he going to kill you? Lock you away and keep doing what he just did? That's when the worst-case scenario hits you, will he do what Danny did to you? Your vision begins to blur, that wall of non-existent strength disintegrating beneath you. Judas made it clear, your choices were to obey everything he said or spend the rest of your life behind bars. It wasn't Judas's threats that scared you, it was knowing that Belcroft was behind him with the power to do exactly that. He was right, your life really was over. You were just a dog on a leash, vulnerable to every whim of your brother. As your shoulders descend along the slick matte black tile of the shower, your rear-end softly meets the equally dark floor beneath you right as your ducts begin to give way to the salty fluids beginning to trace the soft contour of your cheekbones. You don't know what to do, you don't even know if there's anything you can do. Something is wrong, and you know it, but there isn't a word in the world that could explain it. There was something off, a glitch in your perception of reality. Judas was doing something to you. You didn't have anything in your system, and he clearly wasn't smoking some kind of hallucinogen in the living room, whatever it was that happened to your body was real and common sense said it was far from over. But that did nothing to quench the fear of the unknown, the fear of what had just happened to you. You went limp under your brother, and you couldn't move a single digit. You couldn't cry out, you couldn't fight, you could only feel your brother drench your pussy in his cum. The gravity of the situation was setting in on the floor of that shower. It didn't matter if Judas was doing something to you, you were fucked up in the head, or if Belcroft was pulling the strings behind everything. You had no choice but to listen, and even if you didn't, it wasn't exactly as if you had a choice. "@@.rae;Help,@@" you speak to nothing. "@@.rae;Help me.@@" <</if>>\ The day dwindles into evening, until you hear the heavy thud of [[bags hitting the floor]]

<<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ "@@.judas;I'm gonna fill you up, Rae,@@" Judas smacks you from behind. "@@.judas;Maybe I'll knock you up, do you want that? I mean, assuming you aren't already.@@" You can tell Judas is close to erupting as his cock repeatedly throbs, swelling even more within you. As both of your orgasms draw near, Judas shows no signs of slowing or trying to pull out, and you can only hope that's the case. You want every last drop of his seed inside of your aching pussy, you want him to knock you up. You want to bear and raise any child he puts into you, as many as he wants. "@@.rae;I want it. Make me a mom, Judas,@@" you growl under your breath, accompanying moans following nearly every word. "@@.rae;Let me have your baby.@@" Judas begins to pick up speed once again, the only difference is that each and every thrust is powerfully driven into you in it's entirety. It isn't long until your brother finds himself in a rhythm, hammering your quivering cunt straight towards your looming orgasm. But as you ride the edge of an orgasm, you realize Judas isn't stopping. He's fucking you as hard and as fast as he can with each stroke. His pleasure is all that matters, any pleasure you receive from him is a gift, and he was about to give you a big one. Perhaps two. <img src="Images/rjslavefuck2.webp"> \ "@@.judas;Here it is. Everything you asked for.@@" Guiding his left hand around your throat, Judas rips your head up by your chin as he drives forceful thrust deep inside of you, all while forcing you to stare him in the eyes. As you stare your brother in the eyes with your pussy impaled on his cock, the orgasm you were chasing finally falls over the edge. Moments after your orgasm hits you, your brother's cock gently swells within the walls trying to wring his seed out of him. Then you feel it again. Your arms go limp as the first rope of his seed coats the inside of your depths. Held up only by your brother's left hand as his cock unloads balls deep in your pussy, you can't but smile knowing that you are sharing an orgasm with Judas, that the load flooding your insides might just make you a mother. <img src="Images/rjslavecp.webp"> \ The feeling of his girth filling up the hole inside of you vanishes as his softening cock falls free from your gaping, creamy pussy. Right as his penis leaves your opening unguarded, a river cum falls out of you, running down you legs and staining the blanket beneath the both of you. Not wanting to waste what fell out of you, you turn around on your knees and lower your tongue to the cum beneath you, slurping what little you can from the stain on the black blanket. You raise head to see Judas and his semi-hard penis looking down on you. His cock, glistening with a mix of both your juices, twitches slightly above you. That's all that needs to be said before you raise your tongue to the head of his cock and run your tongue down his shaft, rinsing your taste off of him. Judas leans over you, gliding his hand across your bared rib cage before stopping it at the center of your stomach. "@@.judas;Do you want a boy or girl?@@" "@@.rae;Whatever you want. If it's a girl, she'll be another slave for you to breed when she gets old enough,@@" you run your tongue down the left side of his cock. "@@.rae;If it's a boy, I'll teach him the right way to treat a slave. . .If that's okay with you.@@" He doesn't give you a reaction, or an answer, just a crooked smile as he lightly spanks you. @@.judas;Go [[take a shower]] before they get home. We don't need Mom seeing you like this yet.@@" Judas clears his throat once again, forcing you to turn. "@@.judas;Almost forgot. . .When everyone is asleep tonight, I want you to come to my room. Naked. Don't and you'll regret it.@@" <<else>> <<set $RJPreg = true>> "@@.judas;I'm gonna fill you up, Rae,@@" Judas smacks you from behind. "@@.judas;Maybe I'll knock you up, do you want that?@@" You can tell Judas is close to erupting as his cock repeatedly throbs, swelling even more within you. As both of your orgasms draw near, Judas shows no signs of slowing or trying to pull out, and you can only hope that's the case. You want every last drop of his seed inside of your aching pussy, you want him to knock you up. You want to bear and raise any child he puts into you, as many as he wants. "@@.rae;I want it. Make me a mom, Judas,@@" you growl under your breath, accompanying moans following nearly every word. "@@.rae;Let me have your baby.@@" Judas begins to pick up speed once again, the only difference is that each and every thrust is powerfully driven into you in it's entirety. It isn't long until your brother finds himself in a rhythm, hammering your quivering cunt straight towards your looming orgasm. But as you ride the edge of an orgasm, you realize Judas isn't stopping. He's fucking you as hard and as fast as he can with stroke. His pleasure is all that matters, any pleasure you receive from him is a gift, and he was about to give you a big one. Perhaps two. <img src="Images/rjslavefuck2.webp"> \ "@@.judas;Here it is, Rae. Everything you asked for.@@" Guiding his left hand around your throat, Judas rips your head up by your chin as he drives forceful thrust deep inside of you, all while forcing you to stare him in the eyes. As you stare your brother in the eyes with your pussy impaled on his cock, the orgasm you were chasing finally falls over the edge. Moments after your orgasm hits you, your brother's cock gently swells within the walls trying to wring his seed out of him. Then you feel it. Your arms go limp as the first rope of his seed coats the inside of your depths. Held up only by your brother's left hand as his cock unloads balls deep in your pussy, you can't but smile knowing that you are sharing an orgasm with Judas, that the load flooding your insides might just make you a mother. <img src="Images/rjslavecp.webp"> \ The feeling of his girth filling up the hole inside of you vanishes as his softening cock falls free from your gaping, creamy pussy. Right as his penis leaves your opening unguarded, a river cum falls out of you, running down you legs and staining the blanket beneath the both of you. Not wanting to waste what fell out of you, you turn around on your knees and lower your tongue to the cum beneath you, slurping what little you can from the stain on the black blanket. You raise head to see Judas and his semi-hard penis looking down on you. His cock, glistening with a mix of both your juices, twitches slightly above you. That's all that needs to be said before you raise your tongue to the head of his cock and run your tongue down his shaft, rinsing your taste off of him. Judas leans over you, gliding his hand across your bared rib cage before stopping it at the center of your stomach. "@@.judas;Do you want a boy or girl?@@" "@@.rae;Whatever you want. If it's a girl, she'll be another slave for you to breed when she gets old enough,@@" you run your tongue down the left side of his cock. "@@.rae;If it's a boy, I'll teach him the right way to treat a slave. . .If that's okay with you.@@" He doesn't give you a reaction, or an answer, just a crooked smile as he lightly spanks you. @@.judas;Go [[clean up|take a shower]] before Mom and Dad get home. We don't need Mom seeing you like this yet.@@" Judas clears his throat once again, forcing you to turn. "@@.judas;Almost forgot. . .When everyone is asleep tonight, I want you to come to my room. Naked. Don't and you'll regret it.@@" <</if>> <<set $RJPreg eq true>>

"@@.judas;I'm gonna fill you up, Rae,@@" Judas smacks you from behind. "@@.judas;Maybe I'll knock you up, do you want that? I mean, assuming you aren't already.@@" You can tell Judas is close to erupting as his cock repeatedly throbs, swelling even more within you. As both of your orgasms draw near, Judas shows no signs of slowing or trying to pull out, and you can only hope that's the case. You want every last drop of his seed inside of your aching pussy, you want him to knock you up. You want to bear and raise any child he puts into you, as many as he wants. "@@.rae;I want it. Make me a mom, Judas,@@" you growl under your breath, accompanying moans following nearly every word. "@@.rae;Let me have your baby.@@" Judas begins to pick up speed once again, the only difference is that each and every thrust is powerfully driven into you in it's entirety. It isn't long until your brother finds himself in a rhythm, hammering your quivering cunt straight towards your looming orgasm. But as you ride the edge of an orgasm, you realize Judas isn't stopping. He's fucking you as hard and as fast as he can with each stroke. His pleasure is all that matters, any pleasure you receive from him is a gift, and he was about to give you a big one. Perhaps two. <img src="Images/rjslavefuck2.webp"> \ "@@.judas;Not happening. You haven't earned it yet.@@" <img src="Images/rjslavepull.webp"> \ Right on the verge of the orgasm you were denied the night before, your brother pulls out of your pleading pussy, where you just as quickly feel your asshole and lips of your pussy painted in his fresh cum. Cum that wasn't inside of you. You bite your tongue, knowing full well that it was fruitless to argue with your master, no matter how much you wanted his seed inside of you. If he feels like you haven't earned his seed inside of you, then you haven't. He knows you best. It still didn't change the fact that you haven't been able to cum since Judas fucked your ass. Judas leans over you, gliding his hand across your bared rib cage before stopping it at the center of your stomach. "@@.judas;Do you actually want a baby, Rae?@@" You nod. "@@.rae;. . .and to cum.@@" He doesn't give you an answer, or even a reaction, just a crooked smile as he lightly spanks you. @@.judas;Go [[clean up|take a shower]] before Mom and Dad get home. We don't need Mom seeing you like this yet.@@" Judas clears his throat once again, forcing you to face him with a frustrated frown. "@@.judas;Almost forgot. . .When everyone is asleep tonight, I want you to come to my room. Naked. Don't and you'll regret it.@@" <<set $RJNotPreg = true>>

"@@.rae;You call that being a man? You fuck like a fifteen year-old girl,@@" you laugh, trying to egg Judas on, the fact that you'd never had a cock inside you up until a week ago entirely forgotten in the heat of the moment. You try to turn your torso to your brother, but right as you do, his palm collides with the side of your face and sends your cheek on a collision course with the headboard. Your face lies buried into the headboard as Judas sinks his cock all the way into your pussy. This is going to be your life now, bent over and fucked silly whenever a guy pleases, and you couldn't be happier. This has always been the real you, but you denied all of it. A part of you always wanted to be like Sam, not afraid to show off your body and have sex whenever you want. Judas is teaching you to be that. You might get pregnant with any random boy's baby, people might look down on you for sleeping with every guy who looks at you the right way, but that's a small price. The people who will judge you know deep down that they only do it because they wish that it could be them. You are free, your body is free, and the pleasure you'll feel is the cherry on top. <img src="Images/rjslutfuck1.webp"> \ You knew that Judas was aware enough to know that you were only baiting him, but he either took it or decided to give you what you wanted. Judas slowly guides his cock out of your hole, forcing your lips to quiver with each ridge that glides passed them. That slowness was simply the precursor of what came next as his pelvis smashed into your ass, forcefully throwing the weight of your nude body forward. In moments, your request was all but being granted by Judas. His long, powerful thrusts in and out of your held no care for your pleasure. You are a warm, lifelike piece of plastic for your brother to get off on or into. You are nothing more than a cheap toy he could buy at any adult store. Your feelings and pleasure are meaningless, all that matters is the pleasure he's getting from your pussy. You're just a dirty little slut who wants her brother's cum. [[Inside]] or [[out]]. Judas isn't slowing down as his violent thrusts repeatedly slam into you, his girth still finding ways to stretch your inexperienced pussy. Despite the tinge of pain that still exists within your tight, moist walls, all you can feel is the pleasure of him treating you like a piece of meat. All you want to feel is the vague swelling of his cock inside you, the way each thrust grows more frantic, desperate as his balls prepare to erupt and fill your womb with his seed. You know it, that this is what you want. Cock, and all the cum they can give you.

<<if $RJPreg eq false>>\ You relish in pleasure of your brother's rapid thrusts, fast enough to remind you that you're just a hole for Judas to pleasure himself with, but more than powerful enough to make your lips clench around his manhood. You knew this wasn't some dream any more, there wasn't another version of you telling you what you wanted. You were the one who pulled your brother's cock into you, and you were the one who baited him into cumming inside you. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>Both times.<</if>> There were no longer any words blanketing your sight, there wasn't a reflection of yourself telling you how much you wanted to have a child growing in you. It was you, Judas, and his hard cock filling up your insides. You can't deny who you really are any longer. You're a slut. Judas makes no attempt at hiding that he is about to cum, but as soon as his cock begins to pulse within your waiting cunt, you notice his hips shift and begin to pulll away. You turn your head and give a knowing glance to Judas before shaking your head. Judas has no chance to respond as you bury your fingernails into his forearm and pull him down onto you by his arm, forcing his weight to fall into you. All of his length slams into you with his weight, throwing you headlong into a surprise orgasm. The quiet, gravelly growl from your brother tells you that he's right there at the peak of the mountain with you as the first of his gushes into your fertile canal, but it doesn't end there. Every new throb of his cock further floods your pussy as his orgasm seems to continue without end. Each time you think he's done filling you with his seed, he gives you yet another soft thrust as you feel your tender, unprotected walls coated in more of his cum. Judas smacks you, tensing his digits around your jaw. "@@.judas;My god, Rae. Are you really that desperate for a guy to bust in you? Fucking whore.@@" As your brother lifts his hips, you think he's going to pull out of your flooded cunt, but you can barely hide your surprise on your face when Judas thrusts his cock back into you. Judas delivers another smack and rips your head up by your hair, his narrowed eyes glaring right through you as his still-hard cock pounds your pussy with a renewed vigor. Despite your sensitive sex enjoying the intensifying, rough fuck by Judas, it's clear to you that you're not at all there to him. He's doing just what you asked. Gaping you like a knockoff fleshlight. "@@.judas;You want more cum? I'll give you all that you need.@@" Bringing his hands to your hips, Judas pulls you to the edge of his bed and impales you on his cock only moments before his weighted thrusts begin to slam into you once more. Only several thrusts force themselves into you until Judas begins to savagely ram your messy white sex, abusing your tight holes as each thrust bullies its way into you with reckless abandon. Even you knew that with as fast Judas was pumping into you, he wasn't going to last long. Judas came inside you not even ten minutes ago, and from what you could gather by his erratic breaths, he was about to deliever round two. His thrusts quickly grow in force, losing speed as each new thrust drives every ridge of his thick cock through your convulsing lips. Judas whips the backside of his palm across your face for the third time, ever so slightly harder than the last, a smack the seemed to be all but the finish line for him as the familiar, fulfilling distending of his cock made its presence known. Teased with the prickling of an oncoming second orgasm, the dream quickly dies as your brother halts inside of your for the second time, where you feel the first thick rope add to the river of his seed inside of you. All fighting in hopes of being the chosen cell that fills up your womb in nine months time. Your brother's load is considerably smaller than the last as he begins to soften right away inside of you, until his cock pops out of you on its own. <img src="Images/rjslutcp.webp"> \ Right as your Judas's soft cock smacks your inner thigh, you feel your pussy immediately do its best Niagara Falls impression as a thick river of your brother's warm seed falls out of your overfilled hole. Breathless, Judas rolls to your left and onto his ruffled blanket, leaving you to look up at the roof as his cum continues to stain the dark blanket beneath you. "@@.rae;What the fuck was that?@@" you push yourself up and let your eyes fall to the pool of cum staining the blanket in between your legs as your breath finally begins to catch up with you. "@@.rae;Did you eat horse balls or something?@@" Judas laughs, but doesn't quite answer you. He only pushes himself up and looks at you. "@@.judas;Almost forgot. . .When everyone is asleep [[tonight|take a shower]], I want you to come to my room.@@" <<else>> <<set $RJPreg = true>>\ You relish in pleasure of your brother's rapid thrusts, fast enough to remind you that you're just a hole for Judas to pleasure himself with, but more than powerful enough to make your lips clench around his manhood. You knew this wasn't some dream any more, there wasn't another version of you telling you what you wanted. You were the one who pulled your brother's cock into you, and you were the one who baited him into cumming inside you. There were no longer any words blanketing your sight, there wasn't a reflection of yourself telling you how much you wanted to have a child growing in you. It was you, Judas, and his hard cock filling up your insides. You can't deny who you really are any longer. You're a slut. Judas makes no attempt at hiding that he is about to cum, but as soon as his cock begins to pulse within your waiting cunt, you notice his hips shift and begin to pulll away. You turn your head and give a knowing glance to Judas before shaking your head. Judas has no chance to respond as you bury your fingernails into his forearm and pull him down onto you by his arm, forcing his weight to fall into you. All of his length slams into you with his weight, throwing you headlong into a surprise orgasm. The quiet, gravelly growl from your brother tells you that he's right there at the peak of the mountain with you as the first of his gushes into your fertile canal, but it doesn't end there. Every new throb of his cock further floods your pussy as his orgasm seems to continue without end. Each time you think he's done filling you with his seed, he gives you yet another soft thrust as you feel your tender, unprotected walls coated in more of his cum. Judas smacks you, tensing his digits around your jaw. "@@.judas;My god, Rae. Are you really that desperate for a guy to bust in you? Fucking whore.@@" As your brother lifts his hips, you think he's going to pull out of your flooded cunt, but you can barely hide your surprise on your face when Judas thrusts his cock back into you. Judas delivers another smack and rips your head up by your hair, his narrowed eyes glaring right through you as his still-hard cock pounds your pussy with a renewed vigor. Despite your sensitive sex enjoying the intensifying, rough fuck by Judas, it's clear to you that you're not at all there to him. He's doing just what you asked. Gaping you like a knockoff fleshlight. "@@.judas;You want more cum? I'll give you all that you need.@@" Bringing his hands to your hips, Judas pulls you to the edge of his bed and impales you on his cock only moments before his weighted thrusts begin to slam into you once more. Only several thrusts force themselves into you until Judas begins to savagely ram your messy white sex, abusing your tight holes as each thrust bullies its way into you with reckless abandon. Even you knew that with as fast Judas was pumping into you, he wasn't going to last long. Judas came inside you not even ten minutes ago, and from what you could gather by his erratic breaths, he was about to deliever round two. His thrusts quickly grow in force, losing speed as each new thrust drives every ridge of his thick cock through your convulsing lips. Judas whips the backside of his palm across your face for the third time, ever so slightly harder than the last, a smack the seemed to be all but the finish line for him as the familiar, fulfilling distending of his cock made its presence known. Teased with the prickling of an oncoming second orgasm, the dream quickly dies as your brother halts inside of your for the second time, where you feel the first thick rope add to the river of his seed inside of you. All fighting in hopes of being the chosen cell that fills up your womb in nine months time. Your brother's load is considerably smaller than the last as he begins to soften right away inside of you, until his cock pops out of you on its own. <img src="Images/rjslutcp.webp"> \ Right as your Judas's soft cock smacks your inner thigh, you feel your pussy immediately do its best Niagara Falls impression as a thick river of your brother's warm seed falls out of your overfilled hole. Breathless, Judas rolls to your left and onto his ruffled blanket, leaving you to look up at the roof as his cum continues to stain the dark blanket beneath you. "@@.rae;What the fuck was that?@@" you push yourself up and let your eyes fall to the pool of cum staining the blanket in between your legs as your breath finally begins to catch up with you. "@@.rae;Did you eat horse balls or something?@@" Judas laughs, but doesn't quite answer you. He only pushes himself up and looks at you. "@@.judas;Almost forgot. . .When everyone is asleep [[tonight|take a shower]], I want you to come to my room.@@" <</if>>

You relish in pleasure of your brother's rapid thrusts, fast enough to remind you that you're just a hole for Judas to pleasure himself with, but more than powerful enough to make your lips clench around his manhood. You knew this wasn't some dream any more, there wasn't another version of you telling you what you wanted. You were the one who pulled your brother's cock into you. There were no longer any words blanketing your sight, there wasn't a reflection of yourself telling you how much you wanted to have a child growing in you. It was you, Judas, and his hard cock filling up your insides. You can't deny who you really are any longer. You're a slut. Judas makes no attempt at hiding that he is about to cum, but as soon as his cock begins to pulse within your waiting cunt, you notice his hips shift and begin to pulll away. By the time you realize it, you're too late. Your brother's cock exits your pussy as he lifts you by your hair and roughly throws your knees down onto the floor beneath you, leaving the deep red head of his cock locked right in between your eyes while he continues to furiously stroke his manhood inches from your face. "@@.judas;Sorry. I feel like seeing your face covered in cum more right now. I bet you love that, too.@@" <img src="Images/rjslutout1.webp"> His hips agressively buck forward through the air just before the first rope rockets from his cock, spraying along your right cheek. Another pair of thick ropes spit from his head, soaking your jaw and then running down your bare chest. As his cock throbs with each new glob of cum leaking from his head, you place your tongue against the warm skin while letting him jerk the rest of his seed onto your tongue. You can't help but softly moan as the taste of him cum spreads along your tongue, smothering your taste buds in the very substance you wanted to drain him of. You leave your eyes on Judas as you leave your tongue where it is, but slowly wrap your lips around the bulbous head, gently siphoning all you can from his empited balls. Even you find yourself surprised at your disappointment when you couldn't extract any more of his seed. You pull your mouth off his cock with a pop and wrap your fingers around the softening member, both teasing your brother and seeing if you can make him hard again. You want to ask why he pulled out, but you remember what he said moments before he started fucking you. If you're going to be a slut, then you need to let guys cum wherever they want. Inside, out, or everywhere in between, you couldn't argue that cum all over your face was better than no cum at all. Judas pulls your head off his cock and throws you towards his door by your hair. @@.judas;Go clean up before Mom and Dad get home. . .Oh, and when everyone is asleep [[tonight|take a shower]], I want you to come to my room.@@" <<set $RJNotPreg = true>>

Your eyes flicker open with your brother's hand lifted from your throat, allowing you to inhale the very air he was taking from you moments before, but with that first breath of air, you realized it. Not that your legs were hanging loosely over your head, or that you could feel the head of your brother's cock entering your sex, but the fact that you couldn't move a single bone in your body. You could breath and feel, but you couldn't move a muscle. "@@.judas;You fucked up, Rae,@@" Judas smacks your ass. "@@.judas;All you had to do was listen. This is your future now, and I'm going to make it your hell.@@" Every word that left your brother's mouth was laced with the very hate glazing over his eyes. You wanted to hit and kick yourself free, scream at the top of your lungs, but all you could do was lie on your back while his cock conintued to inch further into your pussy. Frozen as your lips stretch around Judas's manhood, your mind begins to flicker back to the room Danny kept you in. The room you found yourself drugged in, unable to move as you were repeatedly cummed inside of. It was happening all over again, only this time it was your brother forcing himself balls deep into your pussy while you lied limp on his bed. Judas doesn't look you in the eyes as he slowly begins to withdraw his cock from your cunt, until just the head remains inside of you. As your feet remain level with your eyes, you feel your brother's fingers pry your lips apart while his cock leisurely slides back into you. Judas is clearly in no rush to cum as he slips his thumbs into your tight walls on either side of his cock. It only takes seconds to realize what your brother is doing, to realize that you can do nothing about it. His cock continues to slowly fuck you, while each thumb glides deeper into you with each thrust, just before his thumbs begin to pry your lips open horizontally and gaping your pussy even further. You feel every fiber of the pain as Judas stretches your inexperienced opening, and yet there's nothing you can do to relieve yourself of the pain. You can't scream or cry. You can only suffer - suffer as your brother literally rips your pussy apart. You feel relief right as his thumbs leave your pained sex, but the pain in your pussy is violently exchanged with a fist into your stomach. The brother that treated you like an annoying bug was dead, and the brother who helped you get rid of Danny was gone. The man above you was only your brother in name. He didn't care if you were dead or alive, you were just a piece of trash for him to rape his cum into. That was all you were now, and the weight in your throat said he wasn't going to be the only one. Whether it was your unrepsonsiveness to the pain he tried to inflict on you, or if he was just getting bored of fucking a lifeless doll, Judas drives his hips forward as his chest falls into your breasts. Despite Judas forcing you, you feel the abundance of natural lubrication leaking from your sex, more than enough for Judas to easily pleasure himself with your body. He proves exactly that as his fingers latch onto your hips and give him the leverage to ravage your undefended, unprotected pussy, all while his warm breath glides across your bare breast. As your brother's thrusts grow in intensity, the breaths only become the precursor to his equally warm teeth painfully meeting your erect nipple, slowly clenching his jaw around it. Each thrust is angrier, more violent than the last while your nipple plays victim to the slow torture. Judas is ravaging your cunt with no regard to you, harder than you've seen in any porn, and you can only hope that his gnawing on your breast is enough to make him finish sooner rather than later. [["Your life is over, Rae."]]

<<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ <img src="Images/rjresistcp1.webp"> \ Those four words reverberate through your head as your brother buries the entirety of his manhood into your fertile cunt, halting as you feel his first thick wave of cum spray your insides like a firehose. But before the second can come Judas continues to thrust into you as he rapes his seed into the depths of your unprotected pussy. You almost can't believe how it sounds in your head, how any of it sounds. Your brother might just be raping his child into you<<if $RJPreg eq true>>, assuming he hadn't when he came inside of you in front of Belcroft<</if>>, and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. You were just a ragdoll that could still get pregnant, and he was doing his damnedest to make sure that happened. Just as you were beginning to think that your brother filling you with his cum wasn't going to end, Judas pulls his cock out of your pussy, spraying your clean-shaven mound and stomach with the thin remainder of his cum. Seconds can't even pass before you feel your brother's cum gushing out of your stretched pussy, a gushing only accompanied by you being lifted by your hair and thrown onto the floor. But as your shoulder crashes into the floor, you feel it. The feeling of control return to your body. You attempt to push yourself up as quickly as possible and run, but just as quickly find Judas's knee falling into the small of your back and driving your nude frame into the wooden floor. "@@.judas;Where're you running off to? You better answer me, if you know what's good for you.@@" "@@.rae;Anywhere that isn't here,@@" your voice shakes, even through your clenched jaw. "@@.rae;I don't know what's going on, but I-@@" "@@.judas;Don't finish that sentence,@@" Judas presses your face into the floor. "@@.judas;You aren't going to tell anyone, Rae. Not Mom and Dad, or the police, you know why? Because as quickly as that murder disappeared, we can make it come back. I'll say it again, Rae. Your life is over. Keep your mouth shut. If you don't, you get locked up. [[Get the fuck out of here|take a shower]], I got shit to do.@@" <<else>> <<set $RJPreg = false>>\ <img src="Images/rjresistcp1.webp"> \ Those four words reverberate through your head as your brother buries the entirety of his manhood into your fertile cunt, halting as you feel his first thick wave of cum spray your insides like a firehose. But before the second can come Judas continues to thrust into you as he rapes his seed into the depths of your unprotected pussy. You almost can't believe how it sounds in your head, how any of it sounds. Your brother might just be raping his child into you<<if $RJPreg eq true>>, assuming he hadn't when he came inside of you in front of Belcroft<</if>>, and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. You were just a ragdoll that could still get pregnant, and he was doing his damnedest to make sure that happened. Just as you were beginning to think that your brother filling you with his cum wasn't going to end, Judas pulls his cock out of your pussy, spraying your clean-shaven mound and stomach with the thin remainder of his cum. Seconds don't even pass before you feel your brother's cum gushing out of your stretched pussy, a gushing only accompanied by you being lifted by your hair and thrown onto the floor. As your shoulder crashes into the floor, you feel it. The feeling of control return to your body. You attempt to push yourself up as quickly as possible and run, but just as quickly find Judas's knee falling into the small of your back and driving your nude frame into the wooden floor. "@@.judas;Where're you running off to? You better answer me, if you know what's good for you.@@" "@@.rae;Anywhere that isn't here,@@" your voice shakes, even through your clenched jaw. "@@.rae;I don't know what's going on, but I-@@" "@@.judas;Don't finish that sentence,@@" Judas presses your face into the floor. "@@.judas;You aren't going to tell anyone, Rae. Not Mom and Dad, or the police, you know why? Because as quickly as that murder disappeared, we can make it come back. I'll say it again, Rae. Your life is over. Keep your mouth shut. If you don't, you get locked up. [[Get the fuck out of here|take a shower]], I got shit to do.@@" <</if>>

Only a few moments go by until you hear your mom's heels clacking their way down the tiled hall before a light knock pushes your already opened door even wider. You lift your head from the textbook you were already having a hard time focusing on to a welcome distraction in your mother, donning a tight black dress that was just long enough to be considered professional, and it was far from the first time you'd seen her dressed like that after returning home from a trip. You weren't sure if it was some added eye candy for the hopeful partners or if there was something more to her fashion choices, but they surely never looked bad on her. Growing up, you heard all about how attractive your mom was from the boys you went to school with. In their defense, she very much was. Despite being a mother of two young adults, your mom was just thirty-eight and clearly took care of herself whenever she could. Your parents told you that they had a shotgun marriage when your mom found out she was pregnant with Judas at seventeen, but they were still together even after twenty-odd years despite the rocky beginning. "@@.mom;What are you studying?@@" she stepped further into your room and perched her self at the edge of your bed. "@@.rae;Uh. . .@@" you look down at the page. "@@.rae;Photocatalytic Water Splitting?@@" Your mom laughs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her own. "@@.mom;You don't so sure about that. If anything, my mom senses are telling me you having something on your mind.@@" Bullseye, woman. Not that I can talk about any of it. You wanted to tell your mom about what happened with Danny <<if $raeresist eq true>>and what Judas did to you in his room<</if>>\, but it was too late for that. You killed somebody, and even if hindsight told you that all you had to do was call the cops to explain yourself, you committed another crime in having someone dispose of the body and evidence. Evenn then, there was the badge that fell in front of you while you were being raped in that room. All telling your mom would do is make her kick up a shitstorm. That didn't change the fact that your mom was right, and above all else, waiting for an answer. You had always been open with her about your problems, and as much as you wanted to continue that, you needed to come up with a lie on the spot. One that she would believe coming from you. "@@.rae;Sam was talking about what she wants to do after graduating earlier, and it just made me start thinking a little. I have no idea what I want to do, or what I even might want to major in.@@" She sighed softly, resting her palm around the cap of my knee. "@@.mom;Sweetie, I think everyone your age feels something like that. I remember when your dad was writing the code for BloodLake, there was a point when nobody was biting and he started to question if this was what he wanted to do. He kept pushing, and all that work he questioned finally paid off for him. Just do what feels right for you, try things out and see what you enjoy. Your father and I will support you with whatever you choose to do.@@" "@@.rae;Even porn?@@" you smirk. "@@.mom;Even porn,@@" she laughs again, raising her head. "@@.mom;How about this, why don't you come meet a partner of ours sometime next week? Who knows, you might just find that you like it.@@" "@@.rae;That. . .That sounds nice. Can I think about it?@@" "@@.mom;Of course. No pressure, sweetie. Just let me know, okay?@@" It's right as your mother straightens her legs in front of you that you notice the white streak on the middle of her thigh, all but forcing your eyes to widen. That blob being white and on her thigh spelled it out for you, but that wasn't exactly what shocked you about it. It was the fact that your mom was sitting next to you with no underwear and what you could only assume was your dad's cum leaking out of her pussy. <<if $raeslut eq true>>You could only wonder if your dad fucked her in the car before they came inside, a visual you were all too quick to force yourself into. Maybe you were in your mom's place, being bent over by your dad. . .or maybe you were both bent over, sharing, pleading for a piece of your father's cock.<</if>> "@@.rae;Thanks, Mom,@@" you answer. "@@.rae;You eat yet?@@" "@@.mom;We haven't. Why don't you join me and tell me about what I missed?@@" You share a lengthy chat with your mom about school and your friends, but she soon finds herself tired after her long night and declares [[that she's joining your father in bed.]]

<<if $raeslave eq true>>You spend half an hour in your room going back and forth in a group chat for your chemistry class about what you want to do for the group experiment. That was all it was, though. You couldn't have cared less about what you and your group chose to do, all you cared about was making sure your parents were asleep before going to see Judas naked, just like he ordered you to do <<if $RJPreg eq true>>after he filled your pussy to the brim with his cum<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>after he glazed your throat in his seed.<</if>> <<if $RJPreg eq true>>Judas made it quite clear that he wanted to speak to you about something, but you could only pray that he had more planned for the night. You wanted him to stretch your pussy around his big cock again and bathe your ovaries with his seed. If Judas wants that too, then you would love to give it to him. If he wants to break your ass in even further, then it was his hole to do it with. If he wanted to fuck your face again, then your throat belongs to him. You belong to him. What he says, you do. Everything. Anything. You were more than happy to give him a child if he wanted one. You were more than happy to give him anything he wanted. If that was more slaves to pleasure his every whim, or any way to make his life that much easier, you will gladly do all you can to make it happen.<</if>><<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>Judas made it quite clear that he wanted to speak to you about something, but you could only pray that he had more planned for the night. You wanted him to stretch your pussy around his big cock again and pound you into an orgasm that would send shockwaves into your next life. Of course you knew that Judas could cum inside of you whenever he wanted, and naturally he was more than virile enough to get you pregnant with it. A part of you fears exactly that. Not being pregnant, and not even your parents. You just don't want to fail him, your master, by being a bad mother. You couldn't and wouldn't say no to him, but you knew next to nothing about being a parent. Even so, if that was what Judas wanted from you, a slave, you would give it to him. You would show him gratitude for thinking you are worthy enough of it.<</if>> You turn on your heels and [[leave your room]]. <</if>>\ <<if $raeslut eq true>>You spend half an hour in your room going back and forth in a group chat for your chemistry class about what you want to do for the group experiment. That was all it was, though. You couldn't have cared less about what you and your group chose to do, all you cared about was making sure your parents were asleep before going to see Judas, just like he asked you to do. Despite being savagely fucked by Judas only hours earlier, you feel a soft pressure growing in between your legs, an ache that only one thing can cure. A warm, rock hard cock stuffed inside of you. You want more, and if Judas isn't going to give that to you tonight, you might just have to go out and find someone. Though, you highly doubt he would say no to free, no-strings sex. No guy would. You want him to force you over the edge of your bed and show you how a real man drills a woman, just like he did earlier. You want to feel the heat, the size of a thick cock pulsing within your moistening pussy. But as long as they have a cock big enough to service your slut hole, then the man didn't matter all that much. It could have been Judas or Belcroft, your dad or even one of your teachers. You bring your fingers to the waist of your dark underwear and slowly pull them down your bare legs, airing your pussy to the cool breeze passing through your bedroom window before doing much of the same with cheap crop top you usually slept in during the summers. Just as quickly as you stand, you find yourself nude in the center of your bedroom, hopeful that it'll have the desired effect Judas. He didn't ask you to come naked, nor did he even imply that. You are just horny and want cock, so what better way is there to make that clear than walk into his room naked? You turn on your heels and quickly [[leave your room]], as naked as can be. <</if>>\ <<if $raeresist eq true>> Despite almost two hours passing as the clock nears eleven, you find yourself leaned against your wall with your textbook in your lap, still unable to either focus or sleep. All you can focus on is the image of Judas above you, the image of his empty irises burning into your being as he came inside of you. It wasn't something you wanted to admit, but it was delusional to think it was anything else. You were in fear. A sliver of it was the fact that your brother forced himself inside of you, and another was the mystery of what was happening between him and Belcroft, but what scared you was what he said. That your life was over. There was no choice but to believe him after what he did to you and then threatened you with. The only question left is what will happen now? As much as you want to believe Judas is going to turn you into a sextoy for himself, the spite, the venom is his voice more than spelled out the opposite for you Your answer comes with a soft rap on the door, a subtleness all but contradicted by the harsh glare on your right shoulder. Judas stood underneath your door, waiting in silence for you to turn to him. "@@.judas;Slut yourself up and meet me at my car. We're going out for a bit.@@" You close your book, your heart rapidly climbing in your throat. "@@.rae;. . .Where? I don't feel like going out.@@" "@@.judas;It doesn't fucking matter where. But hey, I'll just call up Hayden and have him go grab Danny for us if that's how you feel.@@" "@@.rae;No, don't,@@" you hands began to quiver as you submit to your brother, a trembling sigh falling from your lips as you stand. "@@.rae;Can you just give me ten minutes, please?@@" Judas gives a quiet nod, but doesn't leave your doorframe as he watches you take step after hesitant step to your closet. There was no way you could know without asking, but you were sure he was staying behind to make sure you didn't leave through your window. Well, that or he wanted to watch you change. As you pull your closet door open, you are all but immediately reminded that your variety in 'slutty' clothing is very nearly non-existent. The one overtly revealing outfit you had was ripped apart by Danny, and the other by Judas. All you had left that was even slightly revealing was the short bodycon dress Sam somehow convinced you into buying despite knowing you would never use it. Well, until tonight, that is. You lift the dress and exit the closet, showing it to your brother as the words quietly fall from your mouth. "@@.rae;Will this work? It's all I have.@@" He gives you a smirk, and then nods. "@@.judas;That'll work. Looks like we'll need to do some shopping soon.@@" You hang the dress over the door handle and quickly strip from the panties and small top you had on. Your brother's eyes stay on your body as you pull the practically new dress down your lithe, toned frame. The dress is quick to find your every curve, your every inward bend, to focus on the roundness of your pert rear and shape of your perky breasts. While not nearly as harsh as before, his glare still remains on you as you take a step toward him. "@@.judas;Not bad. Little overdressed, but not bad.@@" Judas throws a plain hoodie at you. "@@.judas;Get moving.@@" Judas turns around and begins to amke his way down the hall, leaving you to [[follow him|leave your room]] in silence. <</if>>

<<if $raeslave eq true>>You step into the hallway donning absolutely nothing, leaving zilch to the imagination with one sole destination. Should I use the bathroom first? you think, stopping as you contemplate the decision of emptying your bladder before hopefully spreading your legs for Judas. That train of runaway thought is promptly interrupted by not Judas, but your father making his way back to the bedroom from the kitchen. Only stopped by you, and what he quickly began to gather was your completely nude body. "Hey, sweetheart. Sorry I wasn't very talkative earlier, I was just plain exhausted." you catch your dad's eyes falling slightly. "Isn't it a little chilly to be wearing. . .that right now?" "@@.rae;I get it, Dad. No need to explain yourself.@@" you answer with a smile. "@@.rae;It's not that cold, it never really is here. Would you like me to wear more?@@" "That's up to you, sweetie. I'm just not sure how well your mom would take it seeing you like that," you watch your dad's eyes rise as he gives you a clearly half-baked excuse. "Well, I've got an early day tomorrow, so goodnight again. Love you, sweetie." "@@.rae;Love you, too.@@" As your dad swerves around you on the way to your parent's bedroom, his sleep shorts graze your bare thigh. You aren't sure if it's the material of his shorts or if he was hard inside of them, but you definitely felt something hit your leg. Unfortunately, all turning around showed you was his back and hairy legs growing darker with every step. But that doesn't stop you from biting your lip, your mind now all but conjuring up images of your father's hard cock in front of you - waiting, begging to be stroked by the soft, delicate touch of a woman. That woman's touch surely wasn't going to be your own, though, not until Judas asked you to. Judas was the only man you had your eyes on, the only cock you wanted inside of you, and that wasn't going to change by your own free will. You didn't want anyone else. You shrug your shoulders and turn once more, making your way to [[your brother's room]]. <</if>>\ <<if $raeslut eq true>>You step into the hallway donning absolutely nothing, leaving zilch to the imagination with one sole destination. Should I use the bathroom first? you think, stopping as you contemplate the decision of emptying your bladder before hopefully spreading your legs for Judas. That train of runaway thought is promptly interrupted by not Judas, but your father making his way back to the bedroom from the kitchen. Only stopped by you, and what he quickly began to gather was your completely nude body. "Hey, sweetheart. Sorry I wasn't very talkative earlier, I was just plain exhausted." your dad tries to ignore your body, but ultimately fails as you catch his eyes falling slightly. "Isn't it a little chilly to be wearing. . .that right now?" "@@.rae;I get it, Dad. No need to explain yourself.@@" you answer with a smile, letting your eyes fall themselves to see if their is a reaction from him, only to find more of the darkness that coated the rest of the hall. "@@.rae;It's not that cold, it never really is here. Would you like me to wear more?@@" "That's up to you, sweetie. I'm just not sure how well your mom would take to seeing you like that," you watch your dad's eyes rise as he gives you a clearly half-baked excuse. "Well, I've got an early day tomorrow, so goodnight again. Love you, sweetie." "@@.rae;Love you, too. . .Dad.@@" As your dad swerves around you on the way to your parent's bedroom, his sleep shorts graze your bare thigh. You aren't sure if it's the material of his shorts or if he was hard inside of them, but you definitely felt something hit your leg. Unfortunately, all turning around showed you was his back and hairy legs growing darker with every step. But that doesn't stop you from biting your lip, your mind now all but conjuring up images of your father's hard cock in front of you - waiting, begging to be stroked by the soft, delicate touch of a woman. Part of you wonders if he's going to fuck your mom thinking about you and your body, or if he's going whip his cock out and jerk off imagining your pussy bouncing up and down on his cock. The other part of you, though? It knows that you probably don't want to make Judas angry. You give a second glance at your father's back before heading towards [[your brother's room]] <</if>>\ <<if $raeresist eq true>>In moments, you went from half-naked and trying to get to sleep to going commando in a tight dress and following your brother to his car. There was no say in whether you could refuse or not, unless you wanted to be locked up afer having a murder pinned on you, and you knew Judas wasn't going to answer you even if you asked where he was taking you. The only thing you could do was pray that it wasn't going to be as bad as your gut was telling you. You slide into Judas's car and shut the door as softly as possible, while your brother does the exact opposite as his slamming door reverberates through the entire neighborhood. Judas doesn't make a move or sound next to you as he stares at the dark dashboard, all before pulling out his phone and scrolling through a few pictures. After yet another moment of silence, Judas sets his warm phone on the skin of your thigh. "@@.judas;I was gonna send you in blind and ask you later, but I'll tell you what I need now since I'm such a nice guy and all,@@" Judas glances at the phone. "@@.judas;That's Eddie Winters, ex-employee of Belcroft Tech. Hayden thinks he stole some. . .information and is using it for his gain. I need you to get close to him, find out what's going on with the little 'business' he has going, and tell me once you figure it out. You'll stay with Eddie for a few days, I'll tell Mom and Dad that you're staying over at Sam's place to finish off your bio project.@@" "@@.rae;Seriously? You just fucking raped me or drugged me. . .or something, blackmailed me into not telling anyone, and now you want my help? Why in the fucking world would I help you?@@" "@@.judas;Fine. This all goes away once you do this. No more blackmail. Hell, I'll even move out if that makes you feel better. All you have to do is get some information out of him. You have my word.@@" "@@.rae;Your word is shit, Judas. How do I even know you'll keep it?@@" you ask, shaking your head as you stare at the phone screen. You can't deny that it's tempting, all you need to do is your best super spy impression and get information out of a guy. Now that your virginity was in the past, you could do like your friends and use the treasure in between your legs to get what you wanted. "@@.rae;. . .What would I need to do?@@" "@@.judas;Oh, so you are smarter than you look. Good,@@" Judas takes his phone back and turns the screen off. "@@.judas;Eddie basically works in sex slavery and prostitution. Not the 'drug Hispanic girls up with heroin and ship them off to Europe'-type, but the type who offers girls to a specific breed of men who will pay a lot of money for a specific type of girl. From what I've heard, most of these guys have dead daughters and Eddie searches far and wide for the closest match he can to them, then sells them to those men. The others are just high-class, usually jailbait call girls.@@" "@@.rae;And let me guess, I'm gonna be one of those girls who are sold off. Aren't I?@@" you shoot a glare at Judas. Judas isn't afraid to return your glare, but those eyes are quickly replaced by your brother wrapping his fingers around your throat and slamming you against the headrest. "@@.judas;You are, you dumb fucking cunt. I'll be more than glad to hit up the police if you don't want to, though. All your dumb ass needs to worry about is [[getting in good with Eddie|your brother's room]], leting him 'train' you or whatever the fuck he does and then sell you, or become one of his whores. Give me all the information you get. I'll take care of the rest.@@" Your brother pulls you away from the headrest and shoves your head into the passenger window. As the you regain your wits and turn your head back to Judas, you find him unbuckling his belt on the way to freeing his cock right next to you. The very same cock that forcefully pumped you full of cum only hours earlier. "@@.judas;Well? Better get practicing.@@" <</if>>\

<<if $raeslave eq true>>You aren't at all sure what your brother has planned as you slip your nude body through his cracked door and softly shut it behind you, careful to check the lock before turning back to Judas. You discover Judas sitting topless at his desk in front of a laptop with the image of a blonde you could only assume was in her mid thirties sitting atop her Instagram page. It was vague, but you recognized her from some of your brother's football games. Beyond that, you had no idea who she was. Perhaps she's someone he wants as a slave, or is there something more? Judas is quick to notice you, but doesn't try to hide or minimize the woman's profile. He rolls away from the desk and turns to you, revealing his bare manhood to you once more. "@@.judas;Get on your knees and jerk me off while I talk.@@" You nod, immediately dropping to your knees before waddling toward your brother. You keep your irises locked onto your brother as your right hand encompasses your master's incestous cock, leaving your left to gently caress his balls, slowly massaging each with the center of your thumb. Every fibre of your being wants to drop your mouth down his shaft and extract every life-giving cell his testicles have to offer your mouth, but the reason Judas didn't ask for exactly that was because he obviously wanted you to hear him. "@@.judas;I think you need to prove your loyalty to me, Rae. You can do that by bringing another girl into our. . .relationship,@@" Judas lowers himself on the chair, only making his cock that much bigger. "@@.judas;I don't care about how you get it done, just do it. Prove that you're worthy of belonging to me.@@" You glide your thumb across the glans of his cock. "@@.rae;Who do you want to bring in?@@" "@@.judas;For now, I was thinking [[Sam]]. But there's also [[Kennedy]] or [[Mom]]. Your choice. Either way, hurry up and make me cum. I got shit to take care of.@@" <<message 'Content' btn>> "Mom" currently has the most content (not by much). Sam and/or Kennedy will come soon (perhaps in the next release). <</message>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $raeslut eq true>>You aren't at all sure what your brother has planned as you slip your nude body through his cracked door and softly shut it behind you, careful to check the lock before turning back to Judas. You discover Judas sitting topless at his desk in front of a laptop with the image of a blonde you could only assume was in her late thirties sitting atop her Instagram page. It was vague, but you recognized her from some of your brother's football games. Beyond that, you had no idea who she was. Perhaps she's someone he wants to fuck, or is there something more? Judas is quick to notice you, but doesn't try to hide or minimize the woman's profile. He rolls away from the desk and turns to you, revealing his bare manhood to you once more. "@@.judas;Get on your knees and jerk me off while I talk.@@" You nod, immediately dropping to your knees before waddling toward your brother. You keep your irises locked onto your brother as your right hand encompasses your brother's girthy cock, leaving your left to gently caress his balls, slowly massaging each with the center of your thumb. Every fibre of your being wants to drop your mouth down his shaft and extract every life-giving cell his testicles have to offer your mouth, but the reason Judas didn't ask for exactly that was because he obviously wanted you to hear him. "@@.judas;I need your help with something,@@" Judas pointed at the screen. "@@.rae;What? You want me to get you back together with her?@@" you roll your eyes. "@@.rae;Let me guess, you want me to be your girlfriend and we accidentally run into her? Or do you want me to fuck her new boyfriend?@@" You nearly snicker as you puzzle together what your brother's going to ask of you. That was a woman he was seeing, she dumped him, and he wanted you to do something to get her back. The hit 'em, ditch 'em, hitch 'em recipe every rom-com ever used. Judas wants her back, and somehow you have to make that happen. The only thing you didn't account for was how bitter your brother had always been. The guy put lemons to shame. "@@.judas;I didn't think about that second one, honestly, but I ain't looking to get back together with her. I want to get revenge, bitch cheated on me a couples weeks ago and I think she needs to get hers. How? Her,@@" Judas clicks on a tagged username that brings up images of a much younger girl who was very clearly related to the other woman. Her daughter is your only guess, given the age difference. "@@.judas;I want to make her feel it, and seeing her daughter pay for what she knows she caused will do just that.@@" "@@.rae;What do I get out of helping you, exactly? I mean, outside jerking you off. . .obviously.@@" "@@.judas;That rule about guys cumming wherever they want is gone if you help me. Hell, you can even join in if you want.@@" That begs another question for you, however. "@@.rae;What exactly am I doing, or joining for that matter?@@" "@@.judas;Get friendly with her for now. The idea is to invite her to a party, and then I'll 'kidnap' you both,@@" Judas's fingers drop, gliding across your jaw as you continue to stroke his shaft. "@@.judas;Then I'll film myself busting a nut in her daughter, or maybe I'll film a bunch of guys splitting her daughter's little pussy open for her to watch. Haven't decided yet. You down?@@" You immediately find yourself conflicted at your brother's proposition. The good side of you cringed at the thought of leading an innocent girl into a trap, where she would either be raped by your brother or go through something very similar to what Danny forced you to experience. The small, much more cramped bad side of you enjoyed every bit of the tingling racing down your spine and seemingly right into your dampening pussy. That side of you wanted to see her tight crevice split in half by your brother's big cock, forcing her mom to watch as her daughter is filled with a fresh load of cum, or front and center to a line of dick waiting to tear off the bubble wrap. You aren't at all sure what you want to do. Do you actually [[want to help Judas]]? Or [[do you not want to]] be a part of putting a girl through exactly what happened to you?<</if>>\ <<if $raeresist eq true>><img src="Images/rjresisroad.webp"> \ Bent over the console with your brother's cock in your mouth, you keep his member buried in your throat even as the car comes to a stop at what the corner of your eye tells you is a curb. You mock what you've seen in porn, swirling the surface of your tongue around the center of his shaft, but the palm that softly sets itself on the back of your head tells you that you aren't doing it up to his standards. With your hand still curled around his shaft, he forces your head nearly all the way down his manhood as a groan escapes his lips. "@@.judas;When we go in, play dumb. You're just a piece of ass who thinks she's going to a party with me. That's all you need to do. . .well, after you make me bust, obviously.@@" Judas begins to force your head further down his shaft as his hips begin to rise and fall out of the seat, repeatledly drilling the depths of your throat with every thrust. His pistoning thrusts halt as quickly as they came right as his lengths buries itself balls deep into your gagging throat, replaced with only a hand softly curling around the nape of your neck. You feel his cock give a pair of rapid-fire pulses just before you feel the first jet of cum soak the back of your throat. Each rope of cum that follows conintues to flood your mouth, smothering your tongue in the taste of the incestuous seed he raped all over your ovaries just hours earlier. You hated his taste, and you sure as hell hated him, but there wasn't anything else you could do to make it stop. Your only option was to make him happy and do what he asked, and then hope he kept his word. Even if that meant being raped by him whenever he wanted to cum, even if that meant swallowing his cum every time you were in a car with him. Maybe if you played the long game with him, you would hear him say or see him do something that would allow you to get even, but that was a big maybe. One you couldn't lay your hopes on. Your brother doesn't pull out of your throat, or even go soft within your mouth, but instead softly grips the rear hidden beneath the ridden-up dress he forced you to wear. "@@.judas;If I had more time, I'd fuck another nut into that pussy. Bet you want that, too.@@" Judas rips your head off of his cock by your hair, and shoves you upright, leaving you all but a heaving mess across from him as a loose strand of his cum runs over you lower lip. "@@.judas;Hurry and clean yourself up, idiot. [[He's waiting]].@@" "@@.rae;I wouldn't have to if someone was able to control themselves and not facefuck me like a maniac,@@" you growl. "@@.rae;Give me a minute.@@"<</if>>

"@@.judas;She probably won't be the toughest to. . .convince, and definitely not the worst choice you could make. Imagine it, Fire Crotch bouncing up and down on my dick while I fill her up my nut. How does that make you feel? I bet you're getting all kinds of excited thinking about me tearing her pussy in half right in front of you, are you?@@" he grabs your chin. "@@.judas;If that's who you want to serve me with you, then get it done. Do whatever you need to do, or I'll take matters into my own hands.@@" Despite being beyond curious about what your brother meant by 'take matters into my own hands', you know better than to ask him. He would've told you what he meant if he wanted you to know, and more importantly, you didn't want to make him angry. You lived to pleasure him, not to question his every word. Judas wasn't wrong, however. The image of your brother exploding deep inside of Sam was exciting in a way you hadn't quite experienced before. While it did very much sexually excite you, what you felt was the pleasure, the fulfillment of granting your master the object of his desire in the redhead he had spent the last six years seeing at least once a week. What his plans were beyond making her serve him? There was no way you could know, but you wanted to be there for it. All of it. No matter how many girls ended up joinin, you'll love him all the same. You would love him just as much as they all would. If they didn't love him as much as you did, if they didn't want to serve him as proudly as you did, then they had no business being in his life. It was up to you to make sure none of those stupid sluts slipped through the cracks. Only women who realized just how far beneath him they were deserved to be in his presence, to internalize the cum he would so generously share. "@@.rae;I love Sam, and I'm sure she'll love you the same way I've learned to. She just needs to be shown the pleasure only a man like you can give her, Judas. She won't turn back.@@" Judas runs his short fingernails through your hair, forcing stray strands to fall over your bared shoulder. "@@.judas;That's a good girl, you know just what I want to hear.@@" You bring your lips to the head of his cock and plant a tender kiss on the tip. "@@.rae;Of course, Judas. You are my master. I have no worth if I don't know how to make you happy.@@" <img src="Images/rjbj1.gif"> Your brother's fingers begin to glide through your hair until his palm gently curls around the nape of your neck, slowly ushering your head further down his cock, until he met the opening of your throat. You are almost surprised by both the softness of your brother's touch and the fact that he isn't forcing his cock any deeper down your throat, unlike the other pair of times your brother's erection has met the warmth of your mouth. Despite his lack of roughness in your mouth, you feel his surprisingly forceful load spill down the back of your throat, smearing the seed meant to pass on his genes down your dark canal. His cock continues to throb within your mouth, held softly in place by his hands as your lips remain wrapped around his blistering shaft. So much warmth, so much cum despite emptying his balls with you only hours earlier. Was it you that made Judas cum so much, or was that just the way his body was built? "@@.judas;Hungry for that cum, weren't you? I always knew you were a little slave, you just needed a little kick in the ass. Now look at you.@@" With your Judas's balls emptied in your throat, you give him a smile and obediently [[exit his room]]. <<set $samslave = true>>

"@@.judas;She probably won't be the toughest to. . .convince, and definitely not the worst choice you could make. Imagine it, watching her bouncing up and down on my dick while I fill her up my nut just like I did in high school. How does that make you feel, knowing that she knows how to please me better than you? I bet you're getting all kinds of excited thinking about 'practicing', aren't you?@@" he grabs your chin. "@@.judas;If that's who you want to serve me with you, then get it done. Do whatever you need to do, or I'll take matters into my own hands.@@" Despite being beyond curious about what your brother meant by 'take matters into my own hands', you know better than to ask him. He would've told you what he meant if he wanted you to know, and more importantly, you didn't want to make him angry. You lived to pleasure him, not to question his every word. Judas wasn't wrong, however. The image of your brother exploding deep inside of the tattooed vixen you looked up to throughout middle school was exciting in a way you hadn't quite experienced before. While it did very much sexually excite you, what you felt was the pleasure, the fulfillment of granting your master the object of his desire in the tattooed sex-friend he grew up joined at the hip with. What his plans were beyond making her serve him? There was no way you could know, but you wanted to be there for it. All of it. No matter how many girls ended up joining, you'll love him all the same. You would love him just as much as they all would. If they didn't love him as much as you did, if they didn't want to serve him as proudly as you did, then they had no business being in his life. It was up to you to make sure none of those stupid sluts slipped through the cracks. Only women who realized just how far beneath him they were deserved to be in his presence, to internalize the cum he would so generously share. You shrug your shoulders. "@@.rae;I like Kennedy, and I'm sure she'll love you the same way I've learned to. She just needs to be shown the side of you that you've only shown to me, Judas. She won't turn back after that. She's wanted you, and I want her to want you.@@" Judas runs his short fingernails through your hair, forcing stray strands to fall over your bared shoulder. "@@.judas;That's a good girl, you know just what I want to hear.@@" You bring your lips to the head of his cock and plant a tender kiss on the tip. "@@.rae;Of course, Judas. You are my master. I have no worth if I don't know how to make you happy.@@" <img src="Images/rjbj1.gif"> Your brother's fingers begin to glide through your hair until his palm gently curls around the nape of your neck, slowly ushering your head further down his cock, until he met the opening of your throat. You are almost surprised by both the softness of your brother's touch and the fact that he isn't forcing his cock any deeper down your throat, unlike any other time your brother's erection has met the warmth of your mouth. Despite his lack of roughness in your mouth, you feel his surprisingly forceful load spill down the back of your throat, smearing the seed meant to pass on his genes down your dark canal. His cock continues to throb within your mouth, held softly in place by his hands as your lips remain wrapped around his pumping shaft. So much warmth, so much cum despite emptying his balls with you only hours earlier. Was it you that made Judas cum so much, or was that just the way his body was built? "@@.judas;Hungry for that cum, weren't you? I always knew you were a little slave, you just needed a little kick in the ass. Now look at you.@@" With your Judas's balls emptied in your throat, you give him a smile and obediently [[exit his room]]. <<set $kenslave = true>>

"@@.judas;She might be the toughest to. . .convince, but that's definitely not the worst choice you could make. Imagine that, you slurping up all of my nut out of Mom's pussy. I bet you're getting all kinds of excited thinking about me tearing her pussy in half right in front of you?@@" he grabs your chin. "@@.judas;If that's who you want to serve me with you, then get it done. Do whatever you need to do, or I'll take matters into my own hands.@@" Despite being more than curious about what your brother meant by 'take matters into my own hands', you know better than to ask him. He would've told you what he meant if he wanted you to know, and more importantly, you didn't want to make him angry. You lived to pleasure him, not to question his every word. Judas wasn't wrong, however. The image of your brother exploding deep inside of your mother was exciting in a way you hadn't quite experienced before. While it did very much sexually excite you, what you felt was the pleasure, the fulfillment of granting your master the object of his desire in the woman who raised him. What his plans were beyond making her serve him? There was no way you could know, but you wanted to be there for it. All of it. No matter how many girls ended up joining you love him all the same. You would love him just as much as they all would. If they didn't love him as much as you did, if they didn't want to serve him as proudly as you did, then they had no business being in his life. It was up to you to make sure none of those stupid sluts slipped through the cracks. Only women who realized just how far beneath him they were deserved to be in his presence, to internalize the cum he would so generously share. "@@.rae;I love Mom, and I'm sure she'll love you the same way I've learned to. She needs to be shown the pleasure only you can give her, Judas. She won't turn back.@@" Judas runs his short fingernails through your hair, forcing stray strands to fall over your bared shoulder. "@@.judas;That's a good girl, you know just what I want to hear.@@" You bring your lips to the head of his cock and plant a tender kiss on the tip. "@@.rae;Of course, Judas. You are my master. I have no worth if I don't know how to make you happy.@@" <img src="Images/rjbj1.gif"> Your brother's fingers begin to glide through your hair until his palm gently curls around the nape of your neck, slowly ushering your head further down his cock, until he met the opening of your throat. You are almost surprised by both the softness of your brother's touch and the fact that he isn't forcing his cock any deeper down your throat, unlike the other pair of times your brother's erection has met the warmth of your mouth. Despite his lack of roughness in your mouth, you feel his surprisingly forceful load spill down the back of your throat, smearing the seed meant to pass on his genes down your dark canal. His cock continues to throb within your mouth, held softly in place by his hands as your lips remain wrapped around his blistering shaft. So much warmth, so much cum despite emptying his balls with you only hours earlier. Was it you that made Judas cum so much, or was that just the way his body was built? "@@.judas;Hungry for that cum, weren't you? I always knew you were a little slave, you just needed a little kick in the ass. Now look at you.@@" With your Judas's balls emptied in your throat, you give him a smile and obediently [[exit his room]]. <<set $momslave = true>>

"@@.judas;Think about it. I'll 'force' you to sit on her face and make her eat your pussy, or maybe just straight up ride her face. . .or maybe I'll just make her ride yours while I blow my load in you,@@" your brother sets his palm on your shoulder. "@@.judas;We'll just rape her and hand her off to the guys, or do you wanna do it with her? Filmed while you're forcefullly stuffed with big dick for the entire dark net to cum to? I'll let you choose for yourself when the time comes. Do you like the sound of that, you little slut?@@" You can't help smirk a little as the four letter word hits your ears. Not even a month ago, you never would've thought you would hear the word 'slut' and your name ever uttered in the same sentence. You thought you were too good sleep around or fuck any guy you shared any attraction with, stifled by the morals of the high-class, wealthy enviroment you spent your childhood growing up and maturing in. Now, you couldn't care less and it wasn't at all a reach to say it put a smile on your face. There was no way you could know if this was just a part of you that you buried early in your adolescnence for fear of being judged by the moralistic pre-teens you called 'friends' at the time or if it was something new to you, something that Judas found and unlocked for you. Maybe it was the fact that you weren't lying to yourself any longer, or maybe you were just looking forward to what was to come, but you would've been lying if you said you weren't a happier woman because of it. You nod, biting your lip with your hand still on your brother's jerking shaft. "@@.rae;I want in. Send me her accounts and tell me what you now about her.@@" "@@.judas;Sofie Reyez, eighteen, and works part-time in the Blucci store at the mall. According to her mom, she takes art courses on Hacienda every Thursday. She's really into eighties new wave, indie, too. All she played when I was over there,@@" Judas pulls your head to the base of his cock and forces you to kiss his shaft. "@@.judas;Which finally brings me to why I'm asking you to help. She's a vagatarian.@@" You cock your head, having never heard the term. You've most definitely heard of vegetarians, as you've contemplated going that route yourself several times growing up, but never once had you heard the term your brother just mentioned to you. "@@.rae;Vegetarian or Vagatarian?@@" "@@.judas;She's a vegetarian, but I said vagatarian. Which is also true,@@" Judas laughs, guiding your lips to his balls. "@@.judas;She's a lesbian, eats vagina, get it? Anyways, you're attractive. Get her attention and flirt with her, get her to trust you, and do what I would do.@@" You set the tip of your index finger onto the head of your brother's cock, battling it's stiffness as you aim it towards your moist, waiting lips. Before guiding your lips forward, you look up to Judas and silently nod your acceptance. You were going to help your brother get revenge, but there was something more important to deal with at the moment. The reddened head waiting at the entrance to your mouth, a returned nod from Judas all but telling you were free to siphon your brothers seed from his swollen member. As you place your lips around the precum-drenched tip of his manhood, you curl your now free fringers around the base of his shaft, allowing your thumb to gently massage the bottom while you put your tongue to work over his glans. Even before slipping your brother's cock into your mouth, you knew he was close from the gentle throbs in your hand, but you enjoyed the taste of his seed and it was far easier to clean up afterwards. You could only wonder if he would decide to keep it in your mouth, though. <img src="Images/rjbj1.gif"> Your brother's fingers begin to glide through your hair until his palm gently curls around the nape of your neck, slowly ushering your head further down his cock, until he met the opening of your throat. You are almost surprised by both the softness of your brother's touch and the fact that he isn't forcing his cock any deeper down your throat, unlike the other pair of times your brother's erection has met the warmth of your mouth. Despite his lack of roughness in your mouth, you feel his surprisingly forceful load spill down the back of your throat, smearing the seed meant to pass on his genes down your dark canal. His cock continues to throb within your mouth, held softly in place by his hands as your lips remain wrapped around his blistering shaft. So much warmth, so much cum despite emptying his balls with you only hours earlier. Was it you that made Judas cum so much, or was that just the way his body was built? "@@.judas;Hungry for that cum, weren't you? I always knew you were a little slut, you just needed a little kick in the ass. Now look at you.@@" With your Judas's balls emptied in your throat, you share an unchaste grin with him as you [[exit his room]] with the most seductive walk you can conjure up on a moments notice. <<set $raesofierape1 = true>>

"@@.rae;After what happened to me, are you really going to sit there and ask me to help you rape a girl? It doesn't even matter if it's you or all tose thugs you're talking about, I'm not doing that. It'd be one thing if you were trying to sleep with her, or get her nudes online or something, but that's just going too far for me,@@" you shake your head, loosening your grip on his cock. "@@.rae;Rape her if you want, my lips are shut, but I'm not going to help you or watch a bunch of thugs treat her like a whore for something that wasn't her fault. She shouldn't be to blame for your awful taste in women.@@" Judas remained completely silent above you. Half of you wondered if he was going to throw you down and beat the shit out of you for talking to him like that, and the other half was wondering if you would enjoy exactly that. Your brother just made it clear to you that he has no ambivalence towards beating a woman, raping a woman, or even sharing one with a bunch of 'friends'. You had zero doubt that the same went for you in a lot of ways. Judas has already hit you in a number of senses, and if he wants to, he could easily force you over his bed and pump you full of cum like a turkey on Thanksgiving. His hard cock is still firmly encompassed within your right hand. That is, until he tears your wrist away and throws the arch of his foot into your shoulder. You tumble backwards onto your rear, half-expecting your brother to jump on top of you and start going to town on your moist sex, but instead find him remaining in his chair as you raise your head. You couldn't tell if he was angry, busy, or something in between, but it was clear he didn't want you there at the moment. "@@.judas;If you aren't gonna help, then go fuck the corner of a desk or something. I got shit to do. Thanks for the help, by the way,@@" your brother sarcastically adds, turning his head to you. "@@.judas;The fuck are you waiting for? Get out.@@" Keeping your eyes on your brother as you dust off your bare rear, you know better than to argue with him in this state. Your eyes cower away from his as you reach for the door and [[back out of his room|exit his room]]. <<set $raesofierape1 = false>>

Your brother pounds on the door not twice, not three, but four times just before clearing his throat. "@@.judas;It's J. Put down your fuckin' bong and answer the door, you bum.@@" "@@.ed;Don't feel like it, just come in!@@" Despite what the apparent friend of your brother told him to do, Judas only rolls his eyes and gives the black door another set of four rough knocks. It's then that you start to realize that the knocking isn't just your brother being the bitter, annoying bridge troll he's always been, but that it's a signal of some sort. A sign to telll to the person living there that is was Judas on the other side of the door. This time only silence comes from the other side, despite hearing the echo of the TV still coming from the inside. The silence gives you a moment to study the house you're standing in front along with the area you are in. While not quite the privileged modern home you spent your eighteen years maturing in, it was an impressive home. Especially when you considered the fact that it was someone young enough to be associating with Judas, then you remembered what your brother said about his 'profession'. "@@.ed;COME IN!@@" It was faint, but you could hear your brother growl under his breath as he turned the golden knob and threw the door open, leaving you to follow him inside. As you softly close thee door behind you, you contemplate running as far as you can away from your brother and telling someone you trust the truth before Judas or Belcroft could manipulate the story, but that just wasn't possible. Not with the existence of phones, at least. <img src="Images/raeeddiemeet1.gif"> You step into the living and find a tired looking, messy-haired man that you could only assume is the Eddie your brother was talking about. Just to the left of his dark gray button down sat a plump redhead in glasses who was now quite openly staring at you, almost as if she were silently saying something to you, but Judas told you to play dumb and you were going to do exactly that. You had no room to not listen, and Judas knew that. He glides his lithe fingers through his messy hair as his eyes meet your own, not seeming to make a dent in the mess that tops his skull. "@@.ed;Hey. I'm Eddie, and this is my girlfriend, Candace. Introduce the lady, J.@@" So, since I'm a 'lady' I can't introduce myself with my own lips in the presence of the guy who brought me here? Seriously, are all of J's friend's like this? No wonder he's acting the way he is. "@@.judas;This is. . .Ryan, a friend I've been reconnecting with from an old job.@@" You wave. "@@.rae;Nice to meet you guys.@@" Eddie looks at you wondrously for a moment before looking at Judas and pushing himself off the couch. He gives you a second glance and returns his glare to Judas as he gives a nod towards the kitchen. Your brother and Eddie disappear down the hall, sharing nearly unintelligible gibberish and leaving you with the redhead who was still staring holes into the side of your skull. You give his girlfriend as friendly of a smile as you can despite the awkward gaze that didn't seem to leave you. Part of you wondered if she was warning you as much as she possibly could with him around, and what Judas told you about him would align with that, but maybe she was perhaps a bit slow. You couldn't have known, and even if you did, there was no choice for you to make. You are an unwilling slave to your brother. The awkward silence between you and Candace is wiped away by Eddie sauntering back into the living room with large strides, where you expect Judas to follow him through the arch right after, but you are only left to watch the dim light illuminating the hall remain unaltered for several moments. Until it becomes clear that your brother [[isn't coming back]]. You stare wide-eyed at Eddie. "@@.rae;Where's J at?@@" "@@.ed;He went for a beer run. He'll be back in twenty.@@" Your eyes follow Eddie as he circles the matte black coffee table and approaches you from your left side. You keep your brother's words in your mind, play dumb. Play dumb and act like the girl looking to party a bit. Turning, you give Eddie a friendly smile, pressing your index finger and thumb against your lips. Eddie picks up on your signal right away, nodding as he circles your narrow shoulder. "@@.ed;I got somethin' even better than bud,@@" he tenderly bites on your earlobe and sets his fingers on your dress-laden mound. "@@.ed;It's called having every last bit of my cock inside of you, bitch.@@"

"@@.ed;If you're a good girl and keep your mouth shut, this'll go quickly. Hell, might even feel good. If you aren't, let's just say you won't be walking tomorrow,@@" Eddie retracts his hands from your mound and instead places it around the length of your hair, softly tugging your head back by it as he presssures his kneecap into the small of your back. "@@.ed;Yo, Candy. Hold her down just in case. I wanna see how good J trained this bitch.@@" "@@.rae;Get off!@@" you try to tear away from his grip on your hair. You throw your forearm into his chest, the whole 'playing dumb' act all but vanishing as the much larger 'friend' of your brother forces himself closer to the sectional. Depsite using all of your reach, your sylphlike forearm does little to further separate you from the Eddie, and only seems to make him angrier as he rips you backwards. As you're torn backwards by your hair, you just as quickly find yourself being slammed down onto the glass coffee table. Still forced over the table with the entire left side of your head throbbing from the collision, Eddie lifts just your head off the table by your hair, where you quickly hear the heat of his breath brushing against the inside of your ear. "@@.ed;You pull that shit again, you'll be going through this table. Then I'll put a gash in your throat and start fucking that. Bye-Bye Private Ryan,@@" you hear him snicker. "@@.ed;Look, I'll make this clear for you. You aren't going to see your family again. I'm going to rip your snatch open a few times, make sure you're an obiedient little whore, and if you're a good girl through it all, I'll make sure you'll live a happy life. If you don't give me any more trouble, I might tell you more tomorrow.@@" You fruitlessly try to pull away once more, only to have your head roughly drilled back into the thick glass. "@@.rae;If I'm not?@@" "@@.ed;Then I'll be forced to say a magic word and you'll never be able to walk again. You'll just be a limp fuckdoll for any guy who wants a quickie, but we both know you're far too pretty to lower yourself to that, and for me, pretty equals valuable,@@" you feel Eddie's fingertips slip into the strap of your dress with his free hand. "@@.ed;Now, can I trust you enough to let you go? This'll only get easier if you listen.@@" With quivering lips, you begin to speak, but pause as you suddenly find yourself uncertain of what you were about to say. There was a very real possibility you were about to voluntarily walk yourself into a repeat of what Danny did to you, but the hold Judas had on your life would end if he kept his word after you gave him the information. Could you trust Judas to keep his end? Could you [[go through with this]], or did you need to find [[a way out]] before you got any deeper?

<<if $raeslave eq true>>As your bare hips sway down the hall, you are about to pass the opened door of your parents bedroom, where you unsurpisingly find your mom visibly in a dead sleep. It's right as the thought of your missing father crosses your mind that you notice the crack of light hitting the bed from the bathroom. Your rational side is screaming at you to leave the room, but the devil on your shoulder is saying go further. You stand underneath the frame of the door, flip-flopping between respecting your parents space and seeing what was happening in the bathroom. Eventually, your curiousity wins out and all you can do is hope that you aren't the cat that gets killed. Leaning further into their bedroom, you listen closely to your mom's breathing and hear nothing but the stable in-and-out of sleep. For all you knew, your dad was simply using the bathroom, but he saw you in the buff not even twenty minutes and now he was in the bathroom. The timing was too close to be a coincidence. You tip-toe further into your parent's bedroom, but with each foot further into the room, a deeper, trembling breathing pattern begins to seperate from your mother's own. As quietly as your steps would allow, you finally approach the crack of the door and peer through it to find him doing the exact act his breathing implied. Sitting on the porcelain throne, you find your father's right hand curled around an impressive appendage of his own, allowing his hand to glide up and down his shaft as his closed eyes remained aimed at the roof. Then your answer came with the bucking of your father's hips. "Oh, god. ..sweetie." Immediately, your father's cock rapid-fires long ropes of cum along his stomach all while that final word echoes through your skull. Your father exploded all over his abdomen thinking about you, and 'sweetie' all but sealed that thought for you. Your dad called you sweetie, most likely due to the laundry list of other cringe-inducing pet names your father had for your mom. So, unless he was imagining his mistress, he was imagining you on his cock. And if it weren't for Judas being the only man you want in your life, you might've fulfilled that fantasy your father was having, but you weren't going to do anything unless your master ordered you otherwise. That didn't mean you couldn't watch the man who raised you expel the seed that created you from a cock that wasn't all that much smaller than Judas's own member.\ <<if $momslave eq true>> The moment your father's eyes flutter open on the tank of the toilet, you push yourself away from the door before he has even the slightest chance to see you until your backside meets the surface of the soft blanket. You turn, watching your mother's frame gently, peacfully rising and falling on the other side of the bed. Then your master's order comes back to you. He gave you the generous offer choosing another slavve for him, and you chose your mom. She raised him, fed him, and everything in between. She knows how to please him better any woman could. Judas didn't tell you how to get it done, but that he would do it himself if you failed, and you knew you would be punished if you did just that. This was a good chance to start working on her. You could just climb up on the bed and cuddle naked with her. You were aware that you would get in a bit of trouble for it, but you could convince her that you want to try nudism or something along those lines. Then you could pretend to start [[getting clingy|MomRomance]] and work from there, but it might also be smarter to plan [[something else|MomOtherChoices]] out.<</if>> <</if>>\ \<<if $samslave eq true>>You leave your father in the rear-view, despite your brain still lingering on the sight of your unloading his balls to the thought of you, and [[return to your room]]. You need to figure how you're going to get Sam's pussy stretched around your brother's cock.<</if>><<if $kenslave eq true>>You leave your father in the rear-view, despite your brain still lingering on the sight of your unloading his balls to the thought of you, and [[return to your room]]. You need to figure how you're going to get Kennedy's pussy wrapped around your brother's cock.<</if>> <<if $raeslut eq true>>As your bare hips sway down the hall, you are about to pass the opened door of your parents bedroom, where you unsurpisingly find your mom visibly in a dead sleep. It's right as the thought of your missing father crosses your mind that you notice the crack of light hitting the bed from the bathroom. Your rational side is screaming at you to leave the room, but the devil on your shoulder is saying go further. [[Maybe you shouldn't listen to him]]. You stand underneath the frame of the door, flip-flopping between respecting your parents space and seeing what was happening in the bathroom. Eventually, your curiousity wins out and all you can do is hope that you aren't the cat that gets killed. Leaning further into their bedroom, you listen closely to your mom's breathing and hear nothing but the stable in-and-out of sleep. For all you knew, your dad was simply using the bathroom, but he saw you in the buff not even twenty minutes and now he was in the bathroom. The timing was too close to be a coincidence. You tip-toe further into your parent's bedroom, but with each foot further into the room, a deeper, trembling breathing pattern begins to seperate from your mother's own. As quietly as your steps would allow, you finally approach the crack of the door and peer through it to find him doing the exact act his breathing implied. Sitting on the porcelain throne, you find your father's right hand curled around an impressive appendage of his own, allowing his hand to glide up and down his shaft as his closed eyes remained aimed at the roof. Then your answer came with the bucking of your father's hips. "Oh, god. ..sweetie." 'Sweetie' all but sealed it for you. Your dad called you sweetie, most likely due to the laundry list of other cringe-inducing pet names your father had for your mom. So, unless he was imagining his mistress, he was either imagining your cunt quivering in pleasure around his shaft or your head bobbing up and down his cock. You lean away from the door and peek at your mother's frame steadily rising and falling underneath the covers. It isn't but a moment later that you find your tooth buried in your lower lip, contemplating the sight in front of you. The sight of the man who raised you stroking his cock to thoughts of you was stirring up more feelings below your nonexistent belt than you wanted to admit. You've fucked your brother, and honestly enjoyed every minute of it, but you couldn't help but feel like this was crossing a bridge you couldn't come back from. It's simple. Do you [[want to fuck]] your dad, or do you [[want to leave]] while you still have the chance? <</if>>

Despite thinking about cuddling up behind your mother in your birthday suit, you realize that your mom waking up to you next to her completely naked isn't the most brilliant idea you've ever come up with. You figure that a thin pair of underwear and a short crop top serve the same purpose and not get you thrown down a flight of stairs in the process. Knowing her, she would still give you a bit of shit for sleeping near your dad like that, but give her a good reason and she would let it go. You quickly run off to your room and throw on the skimpiest sleep clothes you can find before you dad has the chance to make his way out of the bathroom. As you approach your parent's bed, you try to formulate an excuse that would appease your mom, and an easy one came to mind. All you had to tell her was that you had a nightmare, but not just any nightmare. When you were younger, despite not having any reason to, you suffered from chronic nightmares. Those nightmares usually revolved around the same deadened, skull-like creature or being. They would always start out like normal dreams before rapidly degrading into your run-of-the-mill horror movie. From being chased to being killed, you slept on Elm Street every night of your adolesence, which also meant you found yourself in your parents bed more often than you didn't. As childish as it was, you were almost entirely sure your mom would bite. If only because of the genuine fear you experiencecd as a child. With one final glance towards the bathroom door, you delicately climb onto your dad's side of the bed and slip under the covers as you slide toward the middle of the bed. Using your mother's arms as a makeshift pillow, you lie your head down on her bicep and close your eyes, pressing as closely as you can against her. Your thoughts begin to flash back to the warmth you felt as a child right after one of your nightmares. You felt loved, cared for by people you knew would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you happy. You still felt that right at that very moment, but it was time for her to give Judas that kind of love. Just in a different form. "@@.rae;We love you, Mom,@@" you whisper into her ear as you slide your hand underneath the cover, where you meet your mom's bare thigh underneath a silk nightie. "@@.rae;But you need a real man to make you happy. You need Judas.@@" You let your hand continue to ascend her thigh, where you're half-surprised to find your mother still without underwear underneath her nightie. Leaving your fingers hovering over her mound, you can feel the heat radiating off of her sex, and as you gently place your middle finger on her lips, you all but puzzle together the heat pulsing off of her. She was soaked. There was no way you could've known if it was from a dream or from the earlier escapade she failed to notice on her thigh earlier without asking directly. Right as you begin to tease the opening of your mother's sopping cunt with the tip of your finger, the toilet in the bathroom flushes, where the opening door is just as quick to follow. Despite being consciouus of his steps, your father's footsteps are still very much audible as he approaches the bed. His footsteps go silent as his shadow looms over the bed, where you very clearly feel his eyes on your scantily-clad shoulder blades. There was no way you could've known if him standing over the bed was simply his confusion or if he was looking at you, quietly reimaginging the sight of your nude figure in the hallway. What almost feels like minutes later, the weight of the bed shifts behind you as your father's weight gently falls on the mattress. The covers quickly find themselves back over your jaw, where you near immediately feel the trapped heat of your dad's bare chest meet your lower back. You remain frozen as your father shifts slightly, only quietly accompanied by a soft, deep breath. Despite your father lying only inches behind you, you nudge your finger deeper into your mother's soaked entrance. You carefully begin to slide your single digit deeper into her, the vague feeling of her lips tightening around your second knuckle not getting passed you. As you start to slide your finger in and out of the woman who raised you, you glance up to see just how soundly she's sleeping, only to be met with her shallow breaths morphing into much deeper gasps. So deep that you had to wonder if your dad had actually gotten her off. Burying your middle finger into your mom as you toy with the moist confines of her insides, you drag your thumb down her noticeably quivering mound until you happen upon the exact hardness you were searching for. While you continue massaging her inner walls, your thumb gently drops right on top of her clit before guiding it slowly to the right and all the way around. Clockwise, your thumb circles the most sensitive part of her body, teasingly dragging out the pleasure her unconscious body wanted from your digits. With each clockwise stroke of your thumb, with each gentle thrust of your middle finger, it quickly became clear that you were about to finish what your father couldn't. But for your needs, your father's failure made what you wanted to accomplish that much easier. As each of her breaths grew more and more ragged, you could feel the walls of her cunt clenching and expanding around your finger, trying to draw the nonexistent seed out of it. That was as far as you needed to go, for tonight. Just as you assume your mother is reaching the edge of an orgasm, you quickly tear your finger out of her before she can cum. You guide your lips to your mother's lobe, and near silently whisper into it. "@@.rae;Sweet dreams, Mom.@@" As you lie behind your mother, you hold your drenched finger at eye level with yourself, leaving yourself wondering if you should just wipe it on the sheet beneath you or if it would be better served somewhere else. Somewhere it hadn't ever been. You guide your middle finger forward and set it on your tongue before securing your own lips around the single digit, all but forcing your mother's juices to coat your tongue. Mixed in with the vague taste of copper, there was the faintest hint of cherry hidden beneath it. You can only assume that it's either her body wash or perhaps even the flavor of their lube, but that's when you realize it. That there was a very real possibility your father came inside your mom earlier, and the splooge on her thigh only seemed to enforce that idea. Which meant that it wasn't only your mother's juices on your finger, but your father's bodily fluids as well. The very same cocktail of fluids that created you eighteen years ago. With the foundation of your plan accomplished, you slowly find yourself drifting off to sleep, [[until you're woken up by a presence hovering over you in the middle of the night]]. <<set $momslaveromance = true>>

You know there are smarter ways to go about seducing your mother into becoming a slave to Judas, into becoming a woman who will serve the needs of a superior man. You know she has it within her. After all, you came from her, but more than that, you can feel it. Her yearning to please, to serve. She had done it for your father and their business for so long, she deserved to be shown what a real man was capable of. All she had to do in return was pleasure him, cater to his every whim, and know him through and through. It was only a matter of time before she only has your master in mind, before she's waitiing on her knees for him. There were smarter ways, and yet you couldn't help but question which way was the right way. Of course, you still had the choice of [[romancing|MomRomance2]] her in a way that wasn't lying down next to her. You could still act like a clingy child while she was awake, or you could even test the waters with her sexually. You and your mother shared a few lengthy conversations on sex, and while she always candid answering your questions, you weren't sure how to bring up something like this to her without it sounding weird. Maybe you could steal a scenario from a porn or find a way to share a shower with her. This was the easiest way for everyone, the hard part was figuring out how to go about it. Planting yourself at the edge of your bed, you lift your phone off of your bed and unlock the screen before sifting through the photos you have saved on it. After several quiet moments of flicking your thumb across the screen, you finally find the picture you're looking for. The picture you took of your mother during the vacation your family took to Costa Rica after Judas graduated. Your mother was generally pretty open with her body, and for good reason, but she was constantly buzzed during that vacation. All it took was a few shots of Jack and she was inadvertantly flashing her naughty bits to any stranger who looked in her direction. Naughty bits you hadn't exactly wanted to see at the time, but now it was different. <img src="Images/mom_vac.jpg"> It was a riskier decision, and had the potential of blowing up in your brother's face, but another option was to slip your mother some kind of paralysis [[drug]] that left her awake enough to watch Judas fill her insides with his big cock. Even then, how was that any different from deciding to just outright [[rape]] her? The only way that would work is if Judas could get some kind of dirt on your parents to keep them in check. Seducing her was the safest option, but it would take the longest. Which begged the question, just how long would your master wait before he would take matters into his own hands?

Your eyes never leave your father's cock as you softly guide the door open. With every muted step you take, you become witness to the pulsating veins of his tall shaft. As you attempt to close the door behind you, you realize that there's no way of shutting it without alerting him of your presence in the process. As much as one part of you wanted to close the door for security, the other wanted to surprise your dad with your lips around the pole he was so engrossed in stroking. For better or worse, you decide to roll with the latter as you push the door as closed as possible without making any noise and tiptoe towards the man on the toilet. Your dad somehow still hasn't felt your presence looking over him as you drop to your knees in between his legs. His balls sway with each long, fluent stroke, leaving you to wait for the best possible chance to clamp a hand of your own around his shaft. That opportunity comes with the sudden, groan-laden pause in between your father's strokes. Without so much as looking your father in the eye, you loop your thin fingers around his the base of his cock and quickly follow with your tongue meeting halfway point of his manhood. Your dad's eyes shoot open at the foreign sensation tearing through his cock, where his eyes quietly meet your right hand and tongue hidden behind the hardness of his cock. Your dad's left hand near instantly darts toward your wrist and tries to pull your hand away, only to be interrupted with a lone look at you as he continues to stumble over his words. "Oh my god, Rae. What do you think you're do-" You shake your head at your fathers attempt to tear your hand away from him. "@@.rae;I'm just doing what you were imagining I was doing, Daddy. Can I taste it?@@" You aren't sure if it's simply shock or something more as your father silently gawks at you inching yur tongue closer to his veiny erection, but the fact that he wasn't pushing you away or asking you to stop said everything without uttering even a single syllable. Any hesitance your father had right then and there vanished like smoke in the wind. The only thing he cared about was your tongue tasting the very tool that created you. As your flattened, moist appendage meet's the bulbous underside of your father's cock, your tongue makes quick work of ascending the manhood above you. Your lips climb the remainder of his throbbing head and begin to mold themselves around the shape of the sex pistol just inches away from entering the moistness of your throat. You can't help but feel your cheekbones rise as you spot the imploring look in your father's eyes. An expressio you want to see more of. Instead of giving in to his pleading, you ever so slightly pull your lips away and utter the softest of breaths onto the angered head of his cock. You halt entirely above the head of your father's cock, only accompanied by the fleeting breaths colliding with his cock, but with each teasing breath, the saliva running from your orfice becomes that much closer to leaving your mouth and smothering it all over the your father's hard, long cock. <img src="Images/raedad_lick.webp"> Looming over the reddened head beneath your lips, a thick string of your spit finally falls from your lower lip and onto the very cock you've been painfully teasing for several dead silent moments. Your eyes remain fixed on your dad as your fingers tenderly encompass the giver of your existence and begin to stroke him, smearing your saliva all over the cock you were hooping would be inside of you sooner rather than later. All it took was his quivering against your tongue to tell you. That you had all the power over your father right at that very moment in time. You weren't ever the most outspoken person in a group, and your personality wasn't exactly the dominant type either, but there was something about [[holding the key to a man's pleasure]] that felt so in control. But even with all of his pleasure in your hands, there was still the other side of you that wanted him to take you by your hair and [[destroy your throat]]. \ <<set $raeslutdad = true>>\

Right as you find yourself reaching for the ajar bathroom door, you catch your own wrist and pull it down. What the fuck am I doing? He's my dad., you think, I fucked Judas, but that was. . .I don't know, different? This just feels wrong. You realize that line of thought makes you sound like a complete and utter hypocrite, but touching and likely fucking the man who raised felt like the opening to a very dark path. One that called out to you, a world that wanted to take you by your hand and rain you in depravity. But like your parents always said, if something controls to the point that it's no longer you, then you need to turn and run before it consumes you. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to connect their dots to drugs, but it very much applied here. That calling to pleasure your father felt euphoric, like best drugs in the world. That feeling scared you, and it was what kept you from doing anything with the man you were spying on before you turn to leave the room, but you are stopped right in your tracks as your eyes meet the pair staring directly at you from the bed. Your mom was clearly wide awake and looking right at you, leaving you all but caught in the act of spying on your father and her husband. You cower slightly, readying yourself for the angry yelling that would rightfully come your way, but when the silence remains you force your eyes upwards to once again meet your mother's unwavering gaze. She wasn't saying a single word, and that was the scariest part about it, she didn't need to. Her eyes said everything you needed to know. That was when another pair of surprises came. Your mother nods toward the door and mouths a single word in the darkness. [["Tomorrow."]] You bolt to your room without even a glance backwards, both in fear and embarrassment, as you question all of the underlying meaning in just that lone word. It wasn't hard to gather that she was going to sit down and talk to you, just like she always did when you screwed up, but this was different. A glance at her eyes told you that she was pissed, and it wasn't unfounded. Was she going to kick you out, or ship you off to some school away from everyone you knew? You wouldn't've blamed her, but that didn't mean you wanted it. <<if $raesofierape1 eq true>>With a stomach full of your brother's cum, your head quietly falls into your pillow with a head equally full of thoughts about your mother and the task your brother threw on your shoulders.<</if>><<if $raesofierape1 eq false>>Your head quietly falls into your pillow with a head full of thoughts about your mother and the anger of your brother after you rejected him.<</if>>\

Albeit hesitantly, you submit underneath the palm gluing your cheekbone to the glass table with a shallow nod. You aren't sure if Eddie felt your nod or not, but a moment of silence passes between the three of you as his hand refuses to remove itself from your skull. It's within that silence, however, that you realize why he hasn't moved his hand. <img src="Images/rae_calm1.webp"> \ As Eddie glides his thumb passed the corner of your mouth, you are helplessly forced to feel his digit slip passed your lips and into your mouth. Distracted by the thumb in your mouth, you nearly miss the wind of the bottom of your dress being thrown over your waist, exposing your rear to the warm air of the living room - and his girlfriend - who only continues to gaze at you with softened eyes as her boyfriend drops his fingers to your now bared sex. Finally, Eddie lifts his palm from your skull, but the heat of the digits holding you down are just as swiftly traded with a new pair of fingers gliding along the shape of your exposed nether lips. With a tenderness that wholly opposed the roughness he was treating you with only a minute earlier, Eddie uses his index finger to peel your sex apart and give way to the middle finger you found slowly entering you. Distracted by the lithe, lengthy digit forcing itself into your dry opening, you barely feel his right hand tracing over the small of your back before his free hand finds itself full of your round ass. "@@.ed;Jesus, Ryan, J wasn't kidding. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you were a virgin.@@" Eddie's right hand is quick to leave your rear, leaving you surprised as you feel that very same palm gently tracing the contour of your hip. Maybe he was massaging one of many erogenous zones, or maybe you were just a masochist, but you couldn't deny that the softness of his touch was beginning to bring pleasure, and a lot of it. There was a part of you that hated yourself for enjoying this, but you knew that this was the only way out of your brother's grip. Your only option was to pray that he would get you out of here before Eddie decided to ship you away. "@@.ed;See what happens when good girls listen? They get to feel good, and they don't get thrown into the basement until they do learn. If you keep acting like this, your legs'll be jello by the end of the night,@@" Eddie pulls his finger out of your pussy and takes an entire step away from you. "@@.ed;I think Candace wants to join in on the fun, Ryan. Why don't you help her out with that?@@" Unsure of exactly what that means, you cautiously lift your head from the table and turn toward Eddie, only to see him pointing in the other direction. At your left side, you find Candace with her legs spread on the couch touching herself over her shorts as she watches her very own boyfriend pratically molest you right in front of her. You give Eddie another glance and nod as you stand, sensually inching closer to the masturbating girl only feet away from you. As quickly as you approach Candace, she closes her legs and slowly pushes herself up from the couch. It's then that you realize you have a few inches on the curvy girl who stands at eye level with your neck. No further than an inch away from you, she extends the fingertips of her right hand, delicately stroking your rib cage through the silence surrounding the three of you. Then you hear the sound of snapping fingers crash through the room from behind you. Before you can even turn your heard toward the source of the sound in Eddie, your jaw is tightly gripped by the girl across from you, dragging your sight back to her own. You aren't met with the redhead who was standing with you just seconds earlier, the dark emptiness within her pupils spelled out more than enough. She was a completely different girl. Quiet, robotic even, the only sign of life within her being the delicacy of her touch. Candace's fingers loosen from your jaw as they trace the contour of your neck, her fingernails grazing over your bared collarbone until she found your covered breast in her palm. "I'm going to take your dress off and make you feel like no other man or woman ever has. Stay still or Eddie will be forced to hurt you." You'd never been with another girl, and while it wasn't exactly lack of interest, it also wasn't something you were going to chase. You always figured that if sleeping with another girl was ever in the cards for you, then it would come when the time was right. You weren't going to force something like that, nor did you want to. What you never expected was for your first time with a girl to come as a result of being practically forced into it. You were being 'forced' into getting frisky with the supposed girlfriend of another man, and yet you could deny the vague tingling crawing up your spine, a tingling rooting from in between your legs. Her touch, her softness, the way she seemed to know exactly where to go to make the pleasure you were already feeling that much sronger. All you can do as she guides her fingers toward the straps of your dress is [[give her a shallow nod]], all but turning into puddy underneath her touch.

You nod underneath Eddie, silently implying that you would follow his every word. He said it would get easier if you listened, but you hadn't even known of this man's existence until just half an hour ago, so how could you just sit there and believe his every word? Especially when he was connected to the likes of Judas and Belcroft. You had to get out, or there would be a very real possibility of you being tied down and raped by a man who purchased your entire existence. There was no way you could pin your future on the slim chance Judas kept his word, and Eddie was just trying to shut you up before he forced his manhood into you. Even if it meant having Eddie emptying his balls inside of you, you knew you had to wait for the right time to run. If you ran and he caught you, there was no doubt the rest of your life was going to be spent on your back. Eddie is quick to raise lift his hands after seeing your compliance, softly dragging the tips of his fingers around the bend of your nearly uncovered waist. There's no way to be sure if he's testing you, or if he really thinks you've submitted to him, but what you are sure of is that there's a decision to make. Seemingly enthralled by your dress-laden form, your eyes meet the straight and narrow path your brother led you down when you first arrived. You could [[test your luck]] with the small glimmer of light in his distraction, but perhaps you would find a more certain path of escape if you conintued to [[wait for the right time]]. "@@.ed;You don't even know how much I love little submissive whores like you, dropping to their knees at the first sign of strength, just like when all was right in the world. Girls like you instinctively know when to bow to an alpha and spread their legs for the powers that be,@@" Eddie smack your ass, adding a painful squeeze before tearing his hand away. "@@.ed;If you stay like this, you might just convince me to keep you here for myself. Candace is getting a little lonely all alone while I'm working, a pet to keep her company might do her some good.@@"

Your head begins to tilt back as your brain goes into auto-pilot, accompanied by the sharp fingernails delicately tracing your collarbone down to your right shoulder. As her pointed nails slip underneath the strap of your dress, her lips meet the left side of your larynx with precision, holding true to the promise she made just moments ago. No other human had made you feel the distinct tingling roaming down your spine, or the peculiar warmth her skin was sharing with your own. You didn't have a lot of experience with any man that wasn't named Judas outside of some kissing and petting, but whatever fleeting feelings any of those boys made you feel paled in comparision to the girl peeling the dress off your shoulders. Granted, they were teenagers and this obviously wasn't her first time around another girl, but it wasn't even in the same realm. As much as you didn't want to admit that she was right, you wanted more of this. The situation you were being forced into wasn't good, but Eddie made it clear that it could get much worse than fooling around with another girl. You weren't about to found out what he meant. "Look at this body. So thin, so. . .soft," Candace mutters as she lets her lips fall with the dress inching down your torso. "I can't wait to watch Eddie stretch your little pussy and bathe you in his cum." Your eyes follow Candace as she silently disappears behind you, leaving you staring into the clean, dark gray cushion right in front of you. "@@.rae;Do you, I don't know, like watching him. . .fuck other girls?@@" you pause, carefully choosing your words. "@@.rae;Don't you get jealous, or worried?@@" "Have you ever just watched a big cock slowly pump in and out of a girl, how her pussy hangs on for dear life as he pulls his dick out, only to have him ram his whole cock back into her? It's so natural, so beautiful witnessing two people in their most natural forms, watching them both inhale the pheromones surrounding them as he erupts inside of her." Candace whispers into your ear as she walks the dress around your hips. "I love seeing my Eddie act on his desire, because it's what all of us are put on this earth to do." Even if you had the words in mind to respond at that moment, all that would've come out would have been quivering gibberish right as Candace's fingernail began to trace the roundness of your shoulder blade, delicately slicing through the surface of your skin while her nail began to follow each and every notch of your spine. "@@.rae;What if he falls for another girl, or gets her pregnant?@@" you shakily utter the question, only then realizing that your dress was now around your ankles, leaving you completely nude before the two of them. "Me and Eddie have been in an open relationship since high school, maybe a little polyamorous, too. We've dated four or five people points. If Eddie falls for another girl, then we'll invite her in. If Eddie gets a girl pregnant, then we'll start a family. Together. It doesn't matter if that's you, or Jane across the street. I'll make the girls in Eddie's life feel welcomed, because they are. Now hush and go say hi to Kurt Cobain for me." Polyamorous, you could understand, but this wasn't exactly watching her boyfriend and another girl enjoy themselves. This was her [[getting you moist]] before she watches her boyfriend force his cock into you. You were just letting it happen because you knew it was better than the alternative, something you were sure she had seen a lot of.

Maybe he was fooled by your compliancy, or maybe he's only testing just how submissive you are as he looms above you. There's no possible way you can know what he's thinking, and this is the chance you have to get out before something even worse happens to you. You know what your choices are, and there aren't many. You could stay with him, but you know that you would just end up having his balls emptied into you. After that, your guess was as good as anyones. It was either get fucked and wait, or take your chances and run. The answer is obvious. You can't risk the first one, you don't know what he's going to do once he's done with your body. He might sedate you, or maybe he would just making things easy and kill you. You have to run. Now. Free of Eddie's grip, you slowly push yourself up from the glass and try your best to give him no reason to think you're planning on running. He remains silent, not caring to make yet another derogatory statement about you, as he lets his left hand glide down your thigh. You have a straight shot to the door, no table or couch to run around. With each second ticking away, you know that this might the only chance to run. The only time he might not have his hands on you, the only time you may have a clear path to a door you know is unlocked. You clench your fists, the fear of being caught halting your suddenly weak knees. Fucking shit, Rae. Fucking RUN, you drill into yourself, knowing that you're close to getting out of here. Just run and don't look back. With a sharp breath, you plant your foot into the ground and bolt towards the door. That is, until you feel the hand painfully constricting around your wrist tear you backwards into the chest of the man you so desperately wanted to get away from. As you stumble backward into the chest of Eddie, his grip on your wrist refuses to grow any looser, only tightening around the lissome bone with each fruitless attempt at trying to struggle free from his grip. "@@.ed;And to think I saw something in you. Shame on me.@@" <img src="Images/raeed_flee1.gif"> \ Given no chance to get a word out edgewise or brace yourself, all you feel is an impact before your vision swiftly goes black. "@@.ed;He. . .Wake up, yo. . .@@" As you return to something that resembles reality, you immediately feel both the weight of your eyelids and the excruciating pain rooting from the right side of your face. Beyond the pain echoing through your entire skull, you can feel the sharp pains of your hair being torn from your skull. You attempt to open your eyes to see the cause of your pain, but you're only met with a blur and the silhouette behind it. <img src="Images/raeed_flee2.gif"> \ The source of the rustling sound around you becomes apparent as your vision slowly begins to refocus on your surroundings, you are being violently thrown around by your hair by Eddie as he tries to wake you up. The moment you open your eyes, the splitting pain throughout your skull only grows more intense, and that's when you see it. The color of your arm was dyed from a pale shade of white to a deep, metallic burgundy. Your right arm was painted in a coat of blood that all signs pointed to belonging to you. A color that made the pain make sense. "@@.ed;You broke my table, you dumb slut. Now you're going to pay for it.@@" Eddie lifts you by your hair until your feet are taken off the ground, where he gives a soft kick to your hanging feet. "@@.ed;I got a few clients who will love you. Wonder who'll pay the most.@@" You're shocked to the point of nearly falling as Eddie drops you back onto your feet, but before you can even eek out another movement, your sight is once again flooded in color. Only this time shrouded in the white of stars instead of the pitch black you were thrown into before. When you regain your awareness, you find yourself lying on the couch with an equally punishing ache in your jaw. Then there was the broad figure who dealt all of the pain you were feeling to begin with menacing over you. Despite the pain you were in, you couldn't let this happen. Not again. You claw your nails into the leather and try to force yourself over the arm, but you're only met with yet another fist colliding with the corner of your mouth. Thrown back onto the cushion by your momentum, Eddie drives his open palm into your throbbing cheek as his free digits tightly latch onto the black cloth covering your otherwise bare body. You weren't sure if it was just pure strength or if it was the cheap material of the dress, but the conforming polyester is ripped from your skin in one fluid motion, despite how hard your writhing underneath him tried to make it. You errantly swing your fists in the air, hoping to miraculously hit a nerve that would kill him on the spot, but the only thing they repeatedly found were a hardened chest and a jaw you couldn't quite reach with his weight on you. Somewhere in the fray, after mintues of fighting for your freedom and trying to worm your way out from under his weight, you somehow manage to find yourself on all fours as you try to pull yourself over the couch. Eddie gives you no such chance at an escape as his left hand clamps down onto your hip like a vicegrip. That was when you heard it, a sound that caused you to freeze. The sound of Eddie spitting, and it didn't exactly take a genius to know where. It wasn't so much the pain you knew was coming that you feared, it was the fact that you were about to have your body stolen from you again. Your diginity, your sense of self were about to be raped away by another man. Frozen in place, the ringing within your ears deafens you from what comes next, from the pressure of Eddie leaning into you. A moment of dead silence passes just before the pain registers in your brain. A searing fire explodes from your ass as Eddie's pelvis crashes into your rear with a vengeance. The pain of suddenly having your ass torn open knocks the wind out of you, leaving you gasping for full breaths of air in place of the screaming your body wanted to expel. "@@.rae;FUCmmmph-@@" your screams are cut off by a jasmine scented palm as you finally find your voice, the silence traded for the pained tears streaming down your cheeks. With your mouth now silenced, Eddie pulls his cock back until only the head remains inside of you before slamming his entirety back into you. "@@.rae;MMPHHH!@@" "@@.ed;Scream yourself hoarse, Ryan. You're not getting another chance.@@" Your vision is suddenly entrenched in white. Not the same white you saw after being hit by Eddie, but by some sort of cloth. Despite having the cloth tightly wrapped around your face, you feel something cold meet your wrists, and the grinding clicks that came afterwards all but confirmed your suspicions. You were handcuffed and blinded with Eddie raping his cock into your ass. All you could hear at that moment was Judas's voice in your head, repeating what he said that afternoon. @@.judas;Your life is over.@@ [["Hope you're ready to start a new life, Ryan."]]

"@@.ed;Get on your knees.@@" You turn until your eyes meet Eddies, where you make quick work of lowering yourself to eye level at his waist. You knew what was about to come, so what would you gain from beating around the bush? You were going to suck his cock and more than likely fuck him, you understood and accepted that the moment you waited for a better time to leave. Eddie wordlessly lifts the bottom hem of his shirt and taps on the dark bronze-colored button, all without seeming to take his eyes off of you. You obviously weren't all that experienced with sex, but like any other teenager, you could only hope that your porn history was enough to get you by. Neither were needed as the intent was obvious. What wasn't so obvious was what came afterwards. You needed to make him trust you, you needed to make him think that you were willingly choosing him instead of running. This was was the cost, provided you couuld get passed step one. Right as you begin to reach for the tabs of his pants, your eyes catch the reflection of the equally bronze zipper sitting haflway up. Part of you wonders if you should continue with towards the button, but the other wonders if you should go for the quick strike that was the opening right in front of you. Which would he prefer? You take a deep breath and reach for the whole created by his zipper, half hoping you were going to find his cock dangling in between his legs, but half expecting a second layer of clothing to completely sway the momentum away from you. He needs to believe that you've accepted that there's no way out of here, he needs to believe that you're okay with becoming a whore to stay on his good side. Thankfully, the first thing your fingertips feel is his semi-hard cock waiting to be touched, aching to have a pair of moist lips wrapped around it. It takes you a moment, but you finally curl your fingers around the stiffening pole and begin to feed it through the zipper until it's quietly sitting right in front of your face. Pulsating, waiting for your touch, a woman's touch to return to it. You obediently, without being told, bring your lips to the head of his cock and give it a peck. But all you recieve in return is a swift smack across the face, leaving you eyeing the floor with a stinging cheek. Despite just laying his hands on you, Eddie begins to stroke your hair while his hard cock refuses to soften right at the bridge of your nose. "@@.ed;Do you know why I hit you?@@" You shake your head. "@@.ed;Don't get me wrong, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you got hit because you didn't listen to me. I didn't tell you to whip my dick out through my zipper or kiss it, I told you to unbutton my pants. When a man tells you to specifically do something, you do it. Just like all good whores should,@@" Eddie continued to stroke your hair. Part of you wanted to chop his dick off with your teeth, but you knew you couldn't let that show on your face if you wanted to get out. You needed to nod and do as he asked. "@@.ed;I don't wanna do it, but the only way you're going to learn is if you get punished. . .This won't hurt too badly.@@" Eddie stops running his fingers through your hair, and instead takes a handful from the crown of your skull. Before you can even prepare for the worst, your sight is covered in a musky layer of black, the only separation from the pitch black being the cold bronze of the button you chose against. <img src="Images/raeed_run2.webp"> \ It doesn't take very long for your frantic mind to gather what's happening as you feel a near tearing sensation in your throat. As each inch of his girth invades your throat, you can't help but choke around his cock, gagging as much as your already limited airflow allows. Your eyes continue to grow as you realize that Eddie isn't going to let you breath right away. He wants you to struggle for air, to feel the fear of suffocation, of breathlessness. This was your torture, your punishment - or so you thought. Eddie rips your head off of his cock with no warning, leaving only your tongue in conact with his glans as you violently gasp for air. But the air that was quickly turning into your asylum was short-lived as Eddie wasted no time burying all of his length back into the depths of your throat. This time, however, Eddie doesn't stop. He pulls out, and rams himself back into the darkness of your throat once more. Repeatedly. Over and over. Minutes feels like hours as Eddie continues to abuse your throat, tears from the gagging and pain are all but blurring the clarity of your vision. What litle air exists within your lungs is running short, whether that's the panic or you truly running out of breath was something you didn't have a way of identifying, but you had little choice in alerting him that you couldn't breathe. You had to. Not that he cared about your well being. Eddie was no longer pulling all the way out of your throat, and it was obvious to you that he was purposefully keeping air out of your lung as he continues to fuck your throat with short, rapid strokes into the emptiness of your esophagus. It was as your vision faded into a transluscent gray that you began to think you were really about to die with a cock in your mouth. A light at the end of the tunnel finally shone the moment you felt his cock swell within your mouth, but at that point, it was a race against time. He was either going to cum and let you breathe, or you were going to pass out on his dick where he would more than likely keep going even after you did. Just as you are about to attempt pushing yourself away from his shaft, you finally feel it. The former was what came first as his cock continued to swell in your throat, which was just as quickly trailed by a rope of cum shooting right into the back of your throat and forcing yet another wave of gagging around Eddie's cock. Eddie's agressive thrusts make their return right then and there as he takes you by your hair and forces your head right into the covered base of his cock. With each thrust careened into your throat, a new, smaller batch of cum seems to spray your throat. Left with emptied balls and a pulsing cock in your mouth, Eddie your lithe frame off of his cock and forces you down on front of the table. You can only watch curiously as Eddie drops to knees right next to you and plants his glistening dick onto the table. Immediately, you can see the hazy cocktail of your saliva and cum pool around the cock resting on the glass, shared only with Eddie looking expectantly at you. "@@.ed;Clean it, dog. When you start listening to me, you'll get your name back. You hear me, bitch?@@" You, both out of fear and need, slowly nod your head. "@@.rae;Yes.@@" "@@.ed;Good,@@" Eddie points at his cock, his seriousness silently echoed by the sadistic smile on his face. "@@.ed;Come clean my cock off. It's your dinner.@@" <img src="Images/raeed_run3.webp"> \ You lower your head, unsure of how to feel. You know you need to do this to get out, but it was hard for you to not feel like you didn't belong in a dumpster. I guess it's better than having him fuck me, right?, you think, If I just keep doing this, there'll be a time to get out. . .C'mon, Rae. You've already done all this, what's so much worse about suck a dick on a table? Gently, you place your lips over the top half of his cock at the base of his shaft and slowly begin to make your way towards his head, where you try once more to play at his good side by giving that angry cyclops a flurry of soft kisses. "[[Good girl]]," Eddie swats the crown of your skull. "@@.ed;Go take a shower and be in my bed in twenty minutes, or you'll be hanging from a branch before you even realize what's happening.@@"

<<if $samslave eq true>>Just as you enter your room with the added thought of your father using you as the source of his pleasure, you perch yourself at the edge of your bed and quietly wonder just how you're going to get Sam to submit to your master. You've known for a long time that Sam would gladly sleep with your brother given the chance, but becoming a slave and serving his every need were completely different from just fucking him. Was it possible that Sam would be willing to do it without even needing to be convinced? She liked to sleep around, but you still didn't see her as the type who would live her life on her knees, dedicated to only one existence unless ordered otherwise. Maybe you could lie to her, and then Judas could do the rest? <<if $samdadsex eq true>>Maybe you could help her with her dad, and in return she would come to Judas. Eventually.<</if>> While it wasn't something yo wanted to do to your best friend, you needed to be ready to resort to having Judas rape Sam until her will and resistance were broken enough to serve him. You would need to take care of your parents for this to work, though. The only question was how you would go about that. You also had the option of manipulating Sam. During your sophomore year, Sam grew distant and started bleeding into the wrong crowd. You knew something was wrong, but when she refused to confide in you, you both got into a fight. It was after not speaking for nearly a month that you got a call about Sam accidentally overdosing on what you were later told was a fake Oxycodone laced with fentanyl. You finally had your answer to Sam's distance with those drugs, along with how she 'didn't want to drag you into her addiction'. You could tempt Sam with drugs, and the path was open from there. You could fuck with her head, or even blackmail her. You had a choice you needed to make, if only for Sam's sake. You could try [[convincing]] her, but [[raping]] and [[using her vices against her]] had their validity, regardless of how dirty they were. All you know is that you need to make a choice before your master has to get his hands dirty himself.<</if>>\ \ <<if $kenslave eq true>>Just as you enter your room with the added thought of your father using you as the source of his pleasure, you perch yourself at the edge of your bed and quietly wonder just how you're going to get Kennedy to submit to your master. You know that Kennedy sleeps with your brother whenever he sprouts a hard-on in front of her, but becoming his slave was different from being friends with benfits. The fact that you had to even question if she would say no said a lot about Kennedy's feelings towards you brother. She had been in your life for as long as you could remember, and as you grew more cognizant of romance, it became clearer and clearer than Kennedy had always been head over heels in love with you brother. If she agreed with just a [[small nudge in the right direction]], you wouldn't be surprised at all. Maybe you could [[normalize serving your brother]] to her. You loved your master, but you could also understand how it might look to an outsider, even if they are close to him. You didn't mind that your master was your brother, but you understand that others might see that as a problem. While Kennedy never struck you as the judgemental type, maybe all she needed to see was words put to action. If all else fails, you could just resort to getting your hands dirty. A couple rounds of being savagely [[raped|KenRape]] by your master would be more than enough to break any fight she had against the idea. All you know for sure is that you need to make a choice before your master has to get his hands dirty himself.<</if>>\

You open your eyes to the quick realization that you're in still in your parents room, where you caught your father pleasuring himself to you and then toyed your sleeping mother's slit to the brink of an orgasm before falling asleep in between the parents that raised you. You find yourself lying on your stomach as your eyes meet the dimly lit lamp standing on the nightstand on your father's side of the bed. It was still very much still dark outside and on your left you can still hear your mother's faint snores, but your father is nowhere to be seen. Not until you feel his scorching breaths fall onto shoulder blades exposed by the barely-there tank top covering the bare necessities of your torso. You lie frozen underneath the predatory heat above you, uncertain of who you were dealing with. It could've been anyone, from your Master to an intruder, but it was ultimately the cologne lingering on his skin that gave away his identity. The heat coalescing with your bare skin belongs to the very man you caught having an orgasm to you. Why? You aren't exactly sure. Perhaps he's half asleep and thinks you're your mom, or maybe he's had enough seeing you exposed and wants to take what's rightfully his. The answer you're waiting for comes when you feel your father's fingertips slip into your tank top and lets his plam gently envelope your right breast. As your breast absorbs the heat from his palm, he lowers himself even further until you're made very aware of his very own lack of clothing. You can feel the head of his cock smear your thigh with a thin string of what you presume is his precum. "I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore. Every day you look more like your mom when I first met her, and seeing you like that in the hall earlier. . ." your father softly pulls his hand away from your breast and pulls himself forward, until you feel his shaft smack your cotton covered lips. "I need to feel the touch of a young girl again, I need to feel young again." You feel his index finger slip into the lining of your panties as his finger loops around the other side and pulls the crotch of your underwear to one side, exposing all of your unsatisfied cunt to your father. The bed gently shifts once more as you feel the same moist warmth that was on your thigh greet the entrance to your sex. As your father's hips remain halted at your opening of your pussy, each stroke of his cock behind you forces his head to tease your lips, smearing more of his precum along his own daughter's opening. You weren't exactly against what your father was doing, especially given the fact that you'd done the same to your mother hours ago, all along with wanting your brother to be your master. You didn't have any place to speak, but you could only wonder if your father was really planning on going all the way with you right next to your mother, if your father was really driven to raping his daughter in her supposed sleep. Your eyes widen further as you feel your fathers head ease into you at a snails pace, obviously being careful not to wake you or your mother. But the moment you assume he's going to start fucking you in your sleep, your father remains halted inside your cunt, accompanied by the indistinct sound of skin slapping. The movement of his head inside of you, though teasing, makes it clear that he's stroking the length that isn't inside of you. Only his head is feeling the tight warmth of your pussy, and perhaps that was how he wanted it. Pleasure without going too far. "Please don't wake up, sweetie. Just let me feel you this once and it'll never happen again," your father whispers over you. "I just need this more than you know." You have to wonder at after hearing that, how much was your mom putting out for your father? He already came alone in the bathroom, and you would have to be deaf to not hear the desperation in his voice just moments ago, that alone begged another question. Did the cum you saw on your mom's thigh actually belong to your dad? Uncertain of what your mother was up to, you decide to treat your father after hearing the desperation in his voice by 'shifting' in your sleep and 'unwittlingly' driving the entire head of his cock into you. You squirm a bit more to keep up appearances and drop your head on a pillow with a fake smile for him to see on the side of your face. That is, until you decide to take it up a notch. Maybe it was your mind and body running amok, or maybe it was pity for your father, there was no way you could be sure. "@@.rae;I want it, Daddy,@@" you incoherently mumble after that, giving him the same treatment he gave you. What surprises you is the feeling of his head swelling in your pussy as resumes his stroking, leaving you to wonder just what he's going to do with his cum. You aren't sure if he's the type willing to leave evidence and a mess behind by cumming inside of you, and he probably wasn't going to risk your face, so maybe he would choose the safest option and cum in his hand. That swelling rapidly devolved into throbbing as his cock began to pulse within your pussy, all but confirming that he was going to take the risk of cumming inside of you, or so you thought. . .or perhaps hoped? <img src="Images/raemomslave_romdad1.gif"> \ Left suddenly feeling empty all of a sudden, you realize your father pulls out of your pussy and rapidly strokes his cock above your ass, until he bites back what would've been a rather loud moan in any other situation. From cheek to cheek, you feel his first rope of cum spray across your underwear and seep into the cotton. It doesn't seem to end for either of you as each stroke seems to project a milky string of the seed that made you. Finally, leaving the backside of your panties caked in his cum, your father crawls over you and off the bed. You assume he's going to get something to clean you, but find yet even more surprise as the weight of the bed shifting again allows you to crack open your eyes, where you're shown your dad's cock aimed at your lips and tipped with the remnants of the seed he bathed your rear in. About as expected, your father's cock presses through your already parted lips and leaves his head on your tongue. He slowly strokes his semi-erect cock into your mouth, wringing every last cell out of him and treating your tastebuds for a job well done. He gets off the bed for good this time and hightails himself into the bathroom, where he's presumably grabbing something to clean the evidence off your ass with. Left all alone, you swallow the few drops of cum he left on your tongue as you take in your father's taste and absorb what just occured. Your father nearly fucked, or perhaps raped, you in your sleep, ejaculated all over your underwear and in your mouth, all while you were supposed to be sleeping. It sounds so bad, yet you didn't feel violated or scarred. You just felt unsatisfied and used for another man's pleasure. You eventually fall back asleep with more than you bargained for on your mind, [[awoken by the gentle voice you grew up with]]. <<set $raedadsleeprape = true>>\

It would take some thought in all honestly, but it would ultimately be both easier to do and explain. The hard part was coming up with an idea that was both plausible and something she may accept. Especially if you were going to try and get in between her legs. Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly much you could do about that in the middle of the night. The good news was that she wasn't going on any sort of business trips until early next month, so you had time to come up with something. Of course, you feel awful about [[stealing your mother|MomSlaveAlts]] from your father, but she deserves a real man in her life. If he's half the man he thinks he is, then he'll try his best to keep her close. If he loves her at all, then he'll fight for her, but it doesn't change the fact you belong to your brother. If he wants the woman who raised you, then you'll do anything in your power to serve her to him on a silver platter. If that meant seducing her, then you would do that. If that meant drugging her for him, then you would find a way. If that meant holding her down while your brother forced the manhood she gave him into her, then you would do it. But as your eyes lock back onto the door, your mind returns to the guilt you're feeling towards your father. A part of you, albeit quietly, wonders if your brother has ever taken a gander on the other side of the fence. . .or maybe somewhere down the middle. Something needed to give, and Judas all but held those very cards. Cards that would forever change the dynamic of your family. <<set $momslaveromance2 = true>>\

As a vile smile smears itself across your face, you feel something slowly changing inside of you. There was no way you could put this feeling into words that would make sense to any living being, no matter which way you attempted to twist it. The lone word that came to mind was darkness. It feels as if a darkness is slowly seeping it's way into your blood, but it's not at all unpleasant. In fact, it's quite the opposite. The hairs on your neck are rising, the tingling in your pores are firing on all cylinders as your mind forces you to watch the image of your mother's limp hourglass figure lying on its back, being shown what a real fuck from a real man feels like. The problem was [[getting a drug|MomSlaveAlts]] that would allow Judas to do that, something you weren't exactly sure how to get your hands on. You could ask Judas, but you didn't want to ask him for help already. There was a sort-of popular boy at school everyone called Smash that you heard sold pot, maybe he had something you could use, or maybe he knew someone that could sell something to you. It was a stretch, but there was a rumor back in your sophomore year that your chemistry teacher, Mr. Traf, was selling hard drugs to students. Meth, heroin, and any pill still available, but they never found anything incriminating him. If worst comes to worst and Smash was a dead end, then maybe you could ask him before resorting to asking your brother where to get some. You know both a reaching, at best, and the latter is as dumb as it is sketchy. You don't have much of a choice regardless. Those are your three options, those are you only options. Smash, Mr. Collins, or your brother as a last resort. Of course, there was also always the option of just strolling over to the bad side of the area, but it didn't take a nuclear physicist to see how a frail white girl waltzing her ass into the hood would turn out. <<set $momslavedrug = true>>\

End of content for As a vile smile smears itself across your face, you feel something slowly changing inside of you. There was no way you could put this feeling into words that would make sense to any living being, no matter which way you attempted to twist it. The lone word that came to mind was darkness. It feels as if a darkness is slowly seeping it's way into your blood, but it's not at all unpleasant. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Despite experiencing the act yourself very recently, the view of your mother crying and the sound of her imaginary screams are causing tingles to come alive in between your legs. The visual of your brother tearing her cunt open, the pleasure that corrupts his face as he explodes inside of her, coalescing into one as mother and son. She might hate you both at first, and she struggle in denial for some time, but she'll eventually understand that this is only for her own good. That you and Judas are only doing this because you love her, because you want to see her happy again. Rape sounds so much worse than it actually is here, because you aren't raping her. You're just opening her eyes to the reality that Judas was the man she and every other woman instinctively yearned to have in their life. Sometimes it takes [[a little force|MomSlaveAlts]] and reptition for someone to understand what they really want or need. This was clearly one of those times. The root of it all is simple, as much as the thought of your mother experiencing what you did may turn you on. If Judas wanted her to serve him in body and soul, then you would do whatever you could to make his whims come true. He loved you enough to open your eyes first, the least you could do was be there for him and the other girls he wanted in his life. Body, mind, and soul. He was your master, and you didn't want it to change. Being a breeding hole for your master is more than your worth, but you'll take the role he's so generously given to you and make the best of it. You can only hope your mother will feel the same sense of fulfillment in her new life. <<set $momslaverape = true>>\

You pull your head away from his cock and share a smile with him before opening your mouth. "@@.rae;Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?@@" Your father's eyes take on a distant expression as you rest on your knees in front of him, mere moments after asking him if he wanted you to suck his cock. You couldn't exactly blame him, either. His daughter was offering to suck his dick, and regardless of him imagining you doing exactly that, it was clearly nothing more than a fantasy to him. To your father, it was basically a porn any man could find on the landing page of any free porn website. 'Daughter gives Dad a blowjob to get out of being grounded', or 'Jealous Daughter blows Daddy after watching him fuck mom'. Him imagining you slowly gliding down his throbbing manhood wasn't supposed to ever be anything more than those. A simple fantasy, and if he didn't behave, that's all it would be. Whatever clicked between you and Judas woke up a beast within you and your father was very close to becoming a vicitim of your new nature. You wanted your father's cock, and he was riding a very fine line between wanting you to want him and doing the right thing. As much as you wanted tease him by teasing his cock down your throat inch by aching inch, you could still understand that you were his daughter. That's a line tough for anyone to cross. You wanted to blow your dad, but even you had to sit on it for a moment. That fleeting moment carried foward by a distant silence comes to an end as you feel your father's curl around the nape of your neck. His fingers slowly begin to climb your neck, slicing the through your hair with each digit. It isn't but a moment until you feel the pressure on the crown of your skull guiding you foward, inching you closer to the bobbing cock right in between your eyes. "Are you sure, sweetie?" @@.rae;Of course, Daddy. I wouldn't be here offering to suck your dick if I wasn't, now would I?@@" you nod with an open-lipped, crooked smile, preparing for the manhood heading right for you. You, without so much as a peep, halt his parading cock by softly placing your fingernail right over his urethra. "@@.rae;You obviously want it, but you still haven't asked me for it. I'll be nice and give you a second chance. . .if you beg for it. That's all you have to do, and then your little girl'll let you cum down her throat.@@" You aren't sure if you hit a weak spot, or if your dad's just that desperate to have his daughter slobber all over his flagpole, but his breaths quietly tremble as his cock visibly bobs before your eyes. Your eyes narrow and they rise to father, who is quite clearly torn between his manly pride and the temptation of lust. All he needs is a nudge in the right direction and you do just that as you bring your thumb to the glans hidden underneath his head and give it a soft stroke. Just enough to push his desperation for release forward. He's still stuck despite your impromptu motivational technique, and it wasn't as if you wanted to resort to an ultimatum, but it was becoming increasingly cleaerer that it was the only way he was going to given. "@@.rae;It's fine, Daddy. You don't have to force yourself if you don't want to do it.@@" You softly stroke his bare knee and begin to stand up, but right as your knees start to rise, you feel your father finally grip onto your wrist. "I want it, sweetie. I do. . .Please suck Daddy's cock." Another crooked smile paints itself from cheekbone to cheekbone, just as more twists thoughts roll toward the tip of your tongue. "@@.rae;Admit it to yourself, say it out loud. Say that you want to take advantage of your little girl and pleasure yourself with her throat.@@" "I want to take advantage of my daughter and use her to make myself cum." "@@.rae;Hmm. Your cock is telling me what it wants, but I don't know, it feels like you're lacking a little. I really want to make you feel good, Daddy, but I'll just go if you don't want me here.@@" "Please, sweetie. I want nothing more than your throat on my dick, I want to feel your tongue tasting me. I-" <img src="Images/raedad_dom1.gif"> \ You don't know if it's the desperation in your father's voice, the pleading you ordered from him, or a little cocktail of everything, but you don't give your father a chance to finish as you bring your lips to the head of his cock and plant a pair of tender kisses against his manhood. You follow the same pattern down the each of side of his cock, and finally chase it with one final lap down the center of his swollen cock. As you teasingly stroke the tall shaft right in front of you, something of a wicked idea comes to mind. You could get your father off [[here and now]], just like you originally intended to do, or you could just [[stop]] and make him wait another day for his orgasm. Much like he made you wait to hear him beg. You know your dad physically wants to ravage you, the vaguely primal glint in his eyes made that much very appearant. The better question is if he can put up with your teasing without release. <<set $raedaddom_slut = true>>\

You pull your head away from his cock and share a smile with him before opening your mouth. "@@.rae;My body is yours, Daddy. Do whatever you want to me.@@" Your father's eyes take on a distant expression as you rest on your knees in front of him, mere seconds after telling him that he could do as he pleases with your body. You couldn't exactly blame him, either. His daughter was offering to suck his dick, and regardless of him imagining you doing exactly that, it was clearly nothing more than a fantasy to him. To your father, it was basically a porn any man could find on the landing page of any free porn website. 'Daughter gives Dad a blowjob to get out of being grounded', or 'Jealous Daughter blows Daddy after watching him fuck mom'. Him imagining you slowly gliding down his throbbing manhood wasn't supposed to ever be anything more than those. Until you happened to catch him touching himself with you on his mind, that is. Whatever clicked between you and Judas woke up a beast within you and your father was very close to becoming a vicitim of your new nature. You wanted your father's cock, and he was riding a very fine line between wanting you to want him and doing the right thing. As much as you wanted him ram his cock down your throat, you could still understand that you were his daughter. That's a line tough for anyone to cross. You wanted to blow your dad, but even you had to sit on it for a moment. That fleeting moment carried foward by a distant silence comes to an end as you feel your father's curl around the nape of your neck. His fingers slowly begin to climb your neck, slicing the through your hair with each digit. It isn't but a moment until you feel the pressure on the crown of your skull guiding you foward, inching you closer to the bobbing cock right in between your eyes. "Are you sure, sweetie?" "@@.rae;I'm sure, Daddy,@@" you nod with an open-lipped smile, preparing for the manhood heading right for you. "@@.rae;I said it earlier, didn't I? I love you. I want to make you happy and if this is what makes you happy, then I wanna do it. . .or do you wanna to fuck me instead?@@" He doesn't answer either question, but instead rests your lips against his glans. His left hand wastes no time gripping his shaft and aligning it to your lips. The seething, musky head of his shaft quickly slips passed your teeth and meets your tongue for the first time. You watch his head fall back with a groan as his cock throbs in place on your tongue. You thought you just wanted to pleasure your dad after you caught him jacking off, but sitting on your knees in between in his was showing you another view. How much you enjoyed your lack of control. You were more than okay giving your dad your body as long as he used it. "Swallow it, sweetie. If you wanna act like a whore, I'll treat you like one." <img src="Images/raedad_sub1.gif"> \ You aren't exactly experienced in deepthoating bigger men, or men at all for that matter. Despite having your father's above average cock a quarter of the way in your mouth, you can already feel his manhood inflating back to full size in your mouth. You slowly begin to lower your mouth onto his cock, quietly trying to force it's entire length without gagging on him. While that was mostly because you didn't want your mom to hear or catch you getting your dad off, you also wanted to show him that you were capable of handling an entire dick in your mouth. You lift your eyes and watch for a change in your dad's reaction as you finally drop your mouth to the base of his shaft. Your father's hips roughtly buck upward into your throat, despite him having no more cock to thrust into your throat. You find yourself shocked, for two reasons. His surprisingly strong thrust your father tried to drive into your throat and the lack of a reaction from you. The last you checked, you had a gag reflex, and the last time you sucked a cock you were gagging like a junior high girl giving her first blowjob. Which begged the question, what changed? There was no way you could go from gagging like a complete rookie to chugging cock like Kandy at Tulane. It was weird, but you weren't about to question it. Reaching forward, you rest your fingertips underneath the very balls that made you and your brother, repeatedly stroking the rightmost one with the tip of your thumb. You have no words for what you're doing right at that moment. You want your father, you want to make him cum, but there's something pricking the back of your mind and you aren't sure what it could be. If you're both okay with you pleasuring him, then what's the harm? That pricking was nothing more than the stupid morals drilled into you since adolescence trying to stop you from what you wanted to do. "[[Do you like how I taste, sweetie?]]" <<set $raedadsub_slut = true>>\

You spend most of the night tossing and turning, mostly in fear of exactly what your mother's eyes meant. You saw your mother give Judas that exact look when he stole her car and his friend's total it a few years ago, but you admittedly never cared enough to find out what happened afterwards. There was bigger fish to fry than your asshole brother in junior high, like trying to figure out how to make your boobs bigger and your ass less flat. Despite not being a nerd or entirely unattractive, one common insult hurled at you was 'plankie'. You tried to stick and stone it away, but being called flat was something that just stuck with you. Part of why it hurt wasn't because it true, but because it was just something you didn't want to hear. While you at least have something to carry around now, you wish you were blessed like Sam and your mom were, even if only for a single day. Cringing as you step into the hallway and make your way to the bathroom, you hope you can avoid your mom and just get to school before meeting her eyes. Even if it was for only eight more hours, you were hoping you could just push it off. Luckily for you, that seemed to be the case as you passed your parents room and found it empty. As a matter of fact, it sounded like the entire house was empty. Which was rare in and of itself as Judas was usually at home in the mornings, where you typically found yourself being woken up by some sports show or podcast like a makeshift alarm. You take advantage of the silence and waltz into the bathroom to take a shower for school, all while the vague pricking of knowing the hammer was going to eventually come down hiding in the back of your mind. You quickly climb in and out of the shower, getting dressed and putting a light coat of makeup on before you make your way into the living room. However, right as you grab your bag, you spot the time on the cable box underneath the TV. It's eleven. Meaning you are somehow over four hours late for school. You drop you bag back onto the floor, wondering just how you managed to oversleep that long. Typically one of your parents would've come to wake you up, assuming Judas hadn't with his radio shows, but you couldn't help but think that this had something to do with your mom being livid with you. Even worse? It was completely justified. There was nothing you could say to make it look better, and even then, they would just be excuses. You were standing there much too long for it to be considered an accident. With there now being no point in going to school, you work your way into the kitchen to whip up a quick brunch, but you're immediately halted by the sight of your mother leaning against the counter with a glass of what appeared to be lemonade in her right hand. You avert your gaze, hoping to make it aparent to her that you know you fucked up, and that watching your father pleasure himself was wrong. "@@.rae;Mom, I'm sor-@@" "@@.mom;I don't wanna hear it, Raelynn. If you're really sorry, then go put on some normal clothes and meet me at my [[car]] in fifteen. Am I clear?@@"

Coming after mom path.

Coming after mom path

Coming after mom path.

Coming after Sam path.

You couldn't help but wonder how it happened, how Eddie made the girl looming behind you so pliable, so willing to accomplish his every whim. Is it Stockholm?, you wonder, There's no way she'd be okay with seeing her boyfriend rape other girls. If and when you got out of here, you wondered if it was even safe to try to bring her with you. She was so clearly obesessed with him, so willing to please that you doubted she would ever actually want to leave. Maybe she's just going along with him for the same reasons I am, so she doesn't end up on the wrong side of his fist. The way she was looking at me earlier. . .it makes sense now, she was telling me to go, to leave before I ended up bent over with his cock inside of me. If that was her trying to help, then I need to get her out of here with me. We'll go to, I don't know, someone. Wait. Shit. . .Shit. Shit. Shit. He worked for Belcroft. Once he gets wind of this, he'll just kill everyone, and it's not like I can trust the police anyways. What the fuck am I supposed to do here? When you got out of this place, and even that was a gigantic if in and of itself, you weren't all too sure where you could go. You had parents but what if Judas did to them what he did to you? Even if it was temporary, your brother had control over something, or even worse, Belcroft did. If your parents were out of the picture and Judas didn't keep his word, then where could you go? Not the police or the government, because there's no way you could've known who he had under his ever-present hand. Was the man moments away from forcing himself onto you really the only person you could trust? Your internal dialogue is cut short by Candace placing her palm in between your shoulder blades and lightly nudging your torso forward until you quickly found yourself leaning over the couch. Her breasts collide with the small of your back as she sensually taps each of your thighs, guiding them up onto the cushion right in front of you. The plan of attack becomes all too clear when you catch Candace sinking in your peripheral. She was about to go down on you, but that was going to bring just one issue to light. The mess your brother left inside of you. An issue you hoped Candace would keep quiet. That was too much to hope for. "Is that cum? And it's so red, it looks like someone did a number on her, Eddie," each breath Candace utters coats your thigh in warmth as her index and middle finger delicately trace your outer lips. "Such a pretty little pussy, though. . .I want a taste." Before Candace's toasty breath can loom any closer to your sex, Eddie sits down at your left and takes hold of your jaw as he forces your eyes into his own. They were intense, his eyes, but there was a flicker of something within them that no word could encapsulate. Both good and evil, endowed with both love and hate. How could someone who lived his life have such tenderness? Maybe it was a lie, or maybe they were both very real. An internal, perpetual war of fighting himself. "@@.ed;Your boyfriend? Fuckbuddy, maybe?@@" This was the question you were afraid of him asking, but that in and of itself creates another question. You aren't afraid because of how it happened or who did it, so why didn't you want to answer it? It was strange, to say the least. He was forcing his girlfriend to get you turned on before he raped you, and yet you were afraid of answering a question like that? You shake your head. "@@.ed;You aren't a mute, Ryan,@@" his thumb begins to stroke your lower lip. "@@.ed;You can answer me, you have my permission.@@" You can't tell Eddie the truth about fucking your brother, even if it means throwing other people under the bus. It was less risky for you to just pretend you never had a brother and lie to Eddie about who the cum inside of you belongs to. You could have chosen anyone, but you chose the next closest man to you. "@@.rae;My dad. Every day before or after school for the last few months, he's followed me into the shower and fucks me until he cums. Usually inside.@@" Your eyes don't - rather - can't leave Eddies, even as a pair of lips softly meet the edge of your mound. His quiet gaze remains, only shared with a silent nod. "@@.ed;For how long? You knocked up?@@" You shake your head once more. "@@.rae;A few weeks, and I've gotten lucky with no pregnancies so far.@@" Eddie's eyes sharpen. "@@.ed;You won't ever have to deal with that again, Ryan. If you stay like this, I'm sure Candace and I would love to have you around. Not just for your body or looks, but because you're a good girl,@@" Eddie lets go of your chin before his fingertips softly stroke your cheekbone. "@@.ed;I'll grab a Plan B for you tomorrow, and we'll take a test later just to be safe. For now, just enjoy the [[best orgasm you've ever had]].@@"

As if his voice were a starting pistol, you only have a moment to prepare for the invasion of Candace's tongue. The point of her tongue is the first to make contact with your exposed lips, following the shape of your vaguely moist sex as her silken digits continue to slowly spread your cheeks and expose the tight hole waiting in between them unto her leering eyes. <img src="Images/rae_calm2.webp"> \ Perhaps it's the teasing her warm breaths are sharing with your bare cunt, or maybe Eddie was right and your body was preparing for the best orgasm you would ever have, but all it took was the lone flick of her tongue along your pussy to cause your knees to buckle underneath you. Holding you up, Candace's attack on your rapidly dampening hole doesn't slow as she plants the surface of her tongue against your clean-shaven mound and with a teasing leisure glides over the entirety of your gash, until that very same point lands a bullseye dead center on your back door. Delicately, her tongue begins to loop the outer rim of your asshole, each round trip bringing the tip of her tongue closer to your entrance. The teasing is driving you crazy; she's giving you pleasure in pieces, but only ever enough to stay aroused. Each taste, each flick of her tongue, all the way down to a single graze across your exposed skin, everything she did was precise. There was a purpose to all of it - to take you so far off the edge that there was no coming back. The scariest part was the she was winning. Candace pulls her tongue away from you just as her fingers glide across your mound, shared with just a soft giggle. "My god. Daddy filled you up, didn't he? I guess your little slit was making room for more, eh? We can't let this go to waste though. Isn't that right, Ryan?" Left bent over and knowing better than to move without being told by Eddie, Candace leaves your exposed holes and approaches your left side. Right in between you and her boyfriend. The sight of the redhead wasn't what caused your eyes to widen, though. It was the puddle of what you could only assume was your brother's cum carefully cupped in her palm as she guided it towards you. "Drink it, sweetheart. Swallow Daddy's cum," Candace's fingers meet your chin as she lightly starts to pull it downward. "Your dad gave his love to you because he raised a proper girl who knows to never say no to a man. We're born to take cum from whoever gives it to us. We exist to be bred by the strong, Ryan, it's natural selection." There's no other way to explain it as your jaw slowly falls open at Candace's gentle tug, you are placid. Maybe it was the sexual tension flooding the air in the room, or the traniquility of her voice, but you no longer feel any fight within you. You have no choice but to willingly follow her guidance as she tilts your open mouth upwards towards her palm. The palm of her left hand lifts just over your lower lip and in mere fleeting moments, you feel the still-warm seed of your brother spill onto your tongue. "We as women have lost our way over the last century. We are weaker, but the danger we hold is in between our legs, and these. . .whores have abused it. That's not how it's supposed to be, men are supposed to be in control. That's how it's always been, and how it should always be. Don't worry, though. Eddie has a plan to fix everyone. We just need to be patient," Candace pulls her hand away from your mouth, leaving a slimy residue on her palm. A residue she is more than quick to clean up herself - with her tongue. "Such a pure taste. You were lucky to have such a loving man raise you, Ryan. Now it's time to move on, give yourself to Eddie." Leaving you to stew within her last four words, Candace lifts herself off the cushion and just as quickly darts out of your sight. But as her warm breath returns to your back side, you find yourself distracted in the motion of Eddie bringing himself closer to you, and he wasn't alone. Proud and tall, his stiff manhood only grew thicker as he continued to inch closer. Eddie isn't quite as long as Judas was, but the cock waving in front of your face made your brother's look ike a toothpick. You always assumed cocks like the one just inches from your face only existed in porn or belonged to men a few shades darker. Even then, you rarely saw any penis that thick in the porn you watched. It was almost as if there were a skin-color beer can right in front of you. You are all but forced to look up as Eddie plants the head of his cock against your lips, where you're met with a hazy, lust-driven gaze. "@@.ed;[[Spit on it]] and show me if you have any talent with your hands.@@"

You nod before Eddie, despite what little experience you have with your hands being your brother 'teaching' you how to stroke his cock before he figuratively said fuck everything and buried his cum inside of you. Eddie's cheekbones rise slightly with your nod just moments prior to smacking your lips with the head of his hard cock. Still leaned over the couch, inches away from the erection aimed right at you, you raise your hands from the cushions and unload your saliva all over the manhood beneath you. Like ice cream in the middle of July, your saliva begins to run down the shape of his thick head, following the paths his jutted veins created on his shaft. You bite back a moan as you glance at Eddie, still uncertain if you wanted to give either of them the pleasure of hearing the sound, but you instead find yourself receiving another vague nod from him. You lower your lips as you align your opening over that very same head for the second time and further drench his cock in your spit. "@@.ed;Both hands.@@" <img src="Images/raeed_stay.webp"> \ You set your right hand at the base of his cock and gently curl your digits around the bottom of his shaft, where you immediately begin to feel your saliva glue your hand to the thick slab of manhood encased within it. Your left hand eventually meets the same fate as you guide it around the upper-half of his dick. Needless to say, this was about where the tracks nearly came off. Looking back on the few handjob scenes you'd seen in porn, you can't recall any scenes that used two hands off the top of your head. Don't they usually kind of twist their hand around while they jerk guys? Maybe if I do it with both. . .? You aren't sure if it'll feel good at all for him, and even if you fail miserably, you could just blame all the pleasure Candace was making you feel from behind. With nothing to lose, you twirl both of your palms around his shaft as you glide your hands up his cock, where you are immediately met with a stifled groan from Eddie. "@@.ed;That. Keep doing it.@@" Before you had another chance to repeat the act, your knees collapse underneath you as Candace's tongue drives into your asshole while her index and middle fingers fire into your sopping pussy. Your sight fades in and out of clarity, left only aware of the tongue fucking your ass and the fingers doing much of the same, all along with the cock throbbing against your cheek. You've never felt anything like it, the sensation of having both holes penetrated at the same time, and for obvious reason. It wasn't as if you had a lot of sexual experience, up until recently you were a virgin. Now you're being fingered and experiencing rimming by a girl you just met while her equally new boyfriend was gently grinding his cock against your cheek. "@@.ed;I told you to jack me off, not fall on me. You've been a good girl so far, so I'll make your punishment an enjoyable one.@@" You barely comprehend Eddie as waves of pleasure continue to careen through you. All you caught were good girl and punishment, but his endgame becomes clear as day right as he tugs your head up by your hair and lines the head of his cock up with your parted lips. Eddie slips into your mouth without resistance, and even if you wanted to stop him, you couldn't think of any feasible way to stop the force he was applying. Not with Candace going to town on both of your helpess holes. Eddie gently places his palms just above each of your ears and begins to lower your mouth down onto his bobbing cock. "@@.ed;Look at me, Ryan,@@" Eddie demands. You drag your eyes from the back of your skull as Eddie's domineering tone tears you from your lust-driven stupor. With Candace's tongue buried in your ass and her fingers expertly working each of your folds, your focus is left on the wrong side of nonexistent. You're floating in limbo, in a haze fueled by nothing but arousal and the girl behind you exploring your insides. Eddie's cock was simply just the last piece to join. While your brother took pleasure in exploring the uncharted territory that was the depths of your throat, Eddie was a different kind of beast. Your mouth is already stretched to it's limits right as his head runs through your lips, and as his cock begins to sneak into the opening of your throat, you can already feel the moist passage painfully expanding around him. Eddie's touch at your the crown of your skull is gentle, but the soft nudging of his cock driving him deeper into your throat gives you no time to adjust, leaving you on the verge of vomiting as he smashes passed your gag reflex. Candaces pulls her tongue out of your ass. "Just stick it in. The quicker she gets used to all of it, the easier it'll be for her. Just don't cum yet." <img src="Images/raeed_stay2.gif"> \ Eddie does just as his girlfriend says. He thrusts the length of his cock into your throat, leaving nearly a quarter of his shaft exposed to the ambient heat surrounding you both. Giving you all but a fleeting moment to ride passed your fit of gagging, he guides your head back to the tip of his manhood and sharply fucks himself back into the depths of your throat. In and out, in and out, you have no choice but to share eye contact with Eddie as he molds your throat to the shape of his cock. As Eddie uses your throat like a breathing sex doll, your attention is dragged back to Candace as you feel her fingers exit your dripping sex. Despite being throatfucked rather roughly by Eddie, the pleasure exploding through every cell in your body is more than enough to mask the pain of his cock stretching you - or the pair of loud cracking sounds slicing through the otherwise sex-addled silence. Sounds that were slowly registered as pain as a stinging sensation crashes through your swollen mound. "@@.rae;Gruggggghh.@@" you unleash a gutteral moan around the beer can in your throat. Seemingly motivated by your moan, another vicious collision comes from Candace, only this time against your ass. Eddie follows with a quiet chuckle and another rough, slow thrust into your throat. "@@.ed;She's close, keep feeling her throat tightening around me. Finish her off, 'cause I'm about ready to rip her open.@@" Just like everything else Eddie says her, she doesn't need to be told twice. Her tongue immediately finds itself stabbing back into your asshole, but something different happens as a pair of fingers enter you. Another pair came from below, gently scraping across your mound until they find what they were looking for, and after just a little digging they did exactly that. Your clit. Her fingers begin the assault on your insides, rapidly drilling in and out of you, all while the thumb of her right hand repeatedly circles over your now exposed clit, and then her tongue finally rejoins the party as she begins to drive into you once more. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you can barely think straight as pleasure continues to tear through the few brain cells you have left. That is, until Eddie decides to take part in the fun she was having. By fucking your throat like a cheap whore. Your sudden lack of oxygen is met with a growing, deep pressure in the pit of your stomach. A feeliing you knew about as well as any other teenager did, the only difference being that this was on a different scale than anything you made yourself feel, and it was coming quick. All it takes is one more moment of having your clit toyed with for the pressure in your gut to cave. Every part of your body buckles underneath you and finally collapses as your orgasm crashes through you, only made more intense by the fact that Candace wasn't stopping, nor was Eddie. Despite being little more than a limp fucktoy at that moment, neither of them stopped, and you didn't want them to. Despite all of the pleasure you're feeling in those escaping miliseconds, despite wanting to enjoy every last second of this euphoria, the lack of oxygen to your brain finally catches up to you as everything [[fades to black]].

<img src="Images/raeed_stay3.gif"> \ You aren't terribly surprised when you're woken up by the sensation of having your insides stretched to the brim. Floating somehwere in between a new form of pleasure and pain, your eyes flutter open to find Eddie's broad chest looming over your sight. What you are surprised by was just how long you were out, or was it how quickly they were able to alter their positions after you blacked out? Everything changed in what felt like seconds to you. The woman behind you was now in between you and Eddie, the thumb of her left hand grazing back and forth over your hardening nipple as the palm of her free hand tenderly roams around the pit of your stomach, subtly matching the slow pace of Eddie's thrusts inside of you. A hand that brought your eyes to the thick cock that was in your throat just moments earlier. Maybe it was your tightness holding him back, maybe he really did have some level of empathy in him, or maybe it was just some odd mix of both, but Eddie was in no rush to force himself deeper inside of you. The eye test said that there was no way his cock would've fit inside of you, but there he was halfway inside of you, all while your sopping sex tries to ease further within you. Whether it was due to the fat cock gaping your hole, or the woman nearly sandwiched in between you, it took you a moment to pick up on the stiffness propping your head up by the crown of your skull. A stiffness you quickly gathered was Eddie's forearm propping your neck up in a more comfortable position. You know that if you ask him, he's going to say something like 'I only did it because I wanted you to see yourself getting impaled on this dick', but it felt like something different. Perhaps that was the act itself, or maybe you were just high on cock. It was an interesting feeling, lying in between the warmth of two bodies. Not indescribable, but there wasn't a word you could conjure to capture the feeling of that moment. The feeling was great, but somehow equally representative of how much of a mess your life had become in just under a pair of very short weeks. The life you saw around held no resemblance to that of what you had before, and yet somehow you feel comfort underneath a unfamiliar roof. What the fuck is going on with my life right now?, you interally murmur with a figurative forearm lying over your eyes. I'm seriously on my fucking back with the cock of a guy I was forced to meet inside me, while his girlfriend is feeling me up. . .and I'm fucking enjoying it. I'm in a threesome with the same people who just told me that I'll never see my parents again, and I want more? This can't be real. The reality of it has nothing to do with Judas beyond him forcing you through those doors. You were feeling pleasure from Candace and the cock fucking itself into you, you felt comfort in between them, but what you finally picked up on was how right you felt within the walls of their home. It felt like home, it felt like there was an odd sense of belonging with you. Was that sensation of belonging being on your back, or was it the man above you? Candace strokes your hair. "Kiss her, Eddie. She obviously wants you, she just doesn't know it yet." Eddie looks at you, and despite how far-fetched Candace's words sounded, one look at Eddie said there was some truth to it. Was Candace [[right]], or were you just [[dizzy on the comedown]] of pure lust?

You didn't have a reason as to why you did it, but you gave up all control to the man above. One glance was all it took for Eddie to go on the attack as his lips descend onto your own. As you find yourself lost within the art of sucking face, you would've had to have been numb in between your legs to miss the pain of him forcing the rest of his length into your dripping slit. <img src="Images/raeed_stay4.gif"> \ A muffled moan projects itself from your mouth into his own, his lips not budging in the slightest as he begins to fuck your pussy in earnest. Despite the softness his kiss is showing you, it quickly becomes apparent that your nether lips aren't going to recieve the same treatment. With each thrust that crashes into you, you're thrown backwards, the next more violent than the last. Eddie is rapidly devolving into the truest essence of mankind, a rabid beast looking only to sate the instinct woven into his genes. Even the tenderness in his eyes were traded for narrow darkness in his pupils as he uttered a beastial growl into your throat. His instincts, his mind and body, the only goal in their sights were to breed you before moving onto the next willing hole. Your mind is a mess, from Judas to Eddie and every detail in between. You are being violently fucked without even an inkling of care for your own pleasure, gaped to an extreme you had no idea was possible. In that moment, it was just you and the strong, dominant eyes keeping you on your back. Eddie repeatedly slams his pelvis into you, only caring 0f his own pleasure, until yet another powerful gutteral is muted by your throat. As Eddie tears his forearm away from the crown of your skull, you feel his entire demeanor change from dominant to downright primal in the space of just one painful thrust into you. What little care his kisses portrayed to you were traded with his hands latching around your hips and pulling you balls deep onto his shaft. You throw your head back, groaning out more of that pained pleasure as his cock reforms your depths. Candace sets her palm over your open mouth as Eddie's already vicious thrusts grow heavier with each collision. You're fully aware of how much pain exists in between your legs and the jasmine-scented hand covering your mouth does too, but all you can see is the darkness that is the back of your skull. You feel the pain, and the pleasure, yet all that remained in your narrowed vision was following the waves of a looming second orgasm. His next three words were the trigger. "@@.ed;I'm gonna cum.@@" "Do it inside. Soak that little hole of hers, babe." A slow, heavy thrust slams into your pussy as you lose yourself in the figurative lights. Your back suddenly archs as you fire another lust-driven moan into Candace's palm, but neither stop Eddie from pounding your cunt with every bit of his strength. Lost in the throes of your second orgasm, your thrashing does little to halt Eddie's domineering collisions into your sex. Not until it comes to one brutal finish. "@@.ed;Take it, Ryan. Good girls deserve to be rewarded.@@" Eddie forces his left palm into your heaving chest as he pitches his the entire length of his manhood into you one final time with the force of a battering ram. Immediately, you can feel the searing warmth of his seed painting what you're almost sure is the opening to your cervix in a fresh coat of white. It's nowhere near the same amount your brother forced into you, but it was more than enough to feed the orgasmic bliss you were still riding. <img src="Images/raeed_stay5.webp"> With emptied balls, his cock rapidly deflates until it simply falls out of you with a muted 'pop', leaving your gaping sex widen open for anyone interested to view. You can't find the energy to move as you remain on your back, even as you feel the cum Eddie dumped into you run down your moist tunnel. It's not but moments later, despite being a gasping mess, that you feel his cum begin to leak out of your raw pussy. A flow Candace was quick to interrupt. Candace reaches forward toward your sex and scoops up some of the falling cum, making sure to drag the length of her finger across your sensitive folds on her way back up. She quickly removes her palm and places a fingertip coated in a cocktail of sexual fluids against your lips, gently smearing it along your pink softness. Your cum, Eddie's cum, it was right there on your very own lips - begging to be sampled. Begging to be swallowed in abundance. "That was awesome," Candace softly brushes her knuckle against your chin. "You have this gorgeous glow about you right now. . .is it the sex?" You shake your head, but remain silent, or perhaps speechless was the better word. You physically enjoyed every moment of this experience, but emotionally you were all over the place, and the cum leaking out of you wasn't helping. Why did everything feel so right when it was so clearly fucked up at its root? You knew your parents loved you more than the world, but why did it feel like you belonged here more in thirty minutes than you ever did at home? Your brooding is quickly interrupted by Eddie, who gives your thigh a delicate stroke with an arrogant smirk. "@@.ed;Get up whenever you can walk again and go jump in the shower, third door on the right. You're welcome to sleep up here with us tonight, but you can't leave.@@" Eddie, still as nude as the day he was born, disappears down the hall and leaves you sitting in silence with Candace once again. This time was different, though. She wasn't glaring at you, or giving a warning with her eyes. She was tenderly stroking your jaw, smiling just as softly as she [[looks you in the eyes]].

You didn't have a reason as to why you did it, but you gave up all control to the man above you. One glance was all it took for Eddie to go on the attack as his lips descend onto your own. As you find yourself lost within the art of sucking face, you would've had to have been numb in between your legs to miss the pain of him forcing the rest of his length into your dripping slit. <img src="Images/raeed_stay4.gif"> A muffled moan projects itself from your mouth into his own, his lips not budging in the slightest as he begins to fuck your pussy in earnest. Despite the softness his kiss is showing you, it quickly becomes apparent that your nether lips aren't going to recieve the same treatment. With each thrust that crashes into you, you're thrown backwards, the next more violent than the last. Eddie is rapidly devolving into the truest essence of mankind, a rabid beast looking only to sate the instinct woven into his genes. Even the tenderness in his eyes were traded for narrow darkness in his pupils as he uttered a beastial growl into your throat. His instincts, his mind and body, the only goal in their sights were to breed you before moving onto the next willing hole. Your mind was a mess, from Judas to Eddie and every detail in between. You were being violently fucked without even an inkling of care for your own pleasure, gaped to an extreme you had no idea was possible. In that moment, it was just you and the strong, dominant eyes keeping you on your back. Eddie repeatedly slams his pelvis into you, only caring 0f his own pleasure, until yet another powerful gutteral is muted by your throat. As Eddie tears his forearm away from the crown of your skull, you feel his entire demeanor change from dominant to downright primal in the space of just one painful thrust into you. What little care his kisses portrayed to you were traded with his hands latching around your hips and pulling you balls deep onto his shaft. You throw your head back, detaching yourself from his lips, groaning out more of that pained pleasure as his cock reforms your depths. Candace sets her palm over your open mouth as Eddie's already vicious thrusts grow heavier with each collision. You're fully aware of how much pain exists in between your legs and the jasmine-scented hand covering your mouth, but all you could see was the darkness that was the back of your skull. You feel the pain, and the pleasure, yet all that remained in your narrowed vision was following the waves of a looming second orgasm. His next three words were the trigger. "@@.ed;I'm gonna cum.@@" A slow, heavy thrust slams into your pussy as you lose yourself in the figurative lights. Your back suddenly archs as you fire another lust-driven moan into Candace's palm, but neither stop Eddie from pounding your cunt with every bit of his strength. Lost in the throes of your second orgasm, your thrash does little to halt Eddie's domineering collisions into your sex. Not until it comes to one brutal finish. "@@.ed;Take it, Ryan. Good girls deserve to be rewarded.@@" With every scenario in your head having Eddie cumming inside of you, you're almost shocked when he pulls out gaping hole and begins to rapidly stroke his cock above your mound. Eddie only has one goal to achieve, and he makes no attempt to hide the clenched jaw and narrowed eyes proving that very fact. He's made it clear he isn't going to cum inside of you, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to mark his territory. <img src="Images/raeed_run.gif"> As if staring down the barrel of a gun, you see the beat red head of his cock swelling just inches away from you right as his first rope of cum rockets out of him and smacks you square in the chin. A baritone grunt slices through his teeth as yet another strong rope launches even further, covering the entirety of your left cheek in the strong aroma of his cum. Eddie continues to stroke his cock over you for several moments, bleeding his balls absolutely dry over both your stomach and breasts. Until there was quite literally nothing left inside of his babymakers. Lying on your back with your kneecaps kissing your breasts and covered in Eddie's substantial load, you find yourself making eye contact with the blank white roof above you. Despite the pleasure and pain you felt, despite even minorly enjoying being violated by the man who just soaked you in his seed, you know how wrong this is. You know just how much of a mistake you made letting Judas bring you here. You knew it, that you needed to get out before it was too late. Before you fell even deeper into the rabbit hole you were being drug down, before you ended up dead in an alley with a needle in your arm or buried six feet deep with a bullet in your skull. Everything in your life had become so twisted in such a short span. You may very well have been carrying your brother's child inside of you, you were being held captive by a couple of possible nutcases, and there was no reasonable way out as it stood. There was only one way you could state your feelings in a way that would give them credence. You were fucked. End of content for 0.4

End of content for 0.6

EoC for 0.6

Good girl = leaving to streets Test your luck = raped and sold

<img src="Images/raeed_flee3.webp"> \ The short sentence barely has any time to register in your mind as Eddie blasts his cock into you with every last pound of his body weight behind it. Each of this thrusts grow more and more violent with every stroke into you, each more painful than the last. It isn't but mere moments until your entire body is being thrashed around due to his domineering thrusts, until you're being raped like a cheap ragdoll with a trio of warm holes. With the piece of cloth muffling your screams as Eddie holds onto each end like a pair of reins, and your wrists cuffed beneath you, he has all the leverage he needs. Eddie tears your head back by the cloth and slams his cock balls deep into your ass, all but forcing more pain to tear through your lower body like a tsunami. The muddied mix of screams and sobs pour from your mouth meaning nothing to Eddie, made that much clearer by the violent thrusts he was repeatedly throwing into your rear. If anything, the swelling of his cock told you that he was enjoying it. Enjoying the brutal violation of your asshole. Somehow, the girth of the cock inside you only seems to grow as the pace of his hips painfully clashing with your posterior continues to rise. In and out, in and out, the only purpose the cloth serves with each passing thrust is little more than a leash to force you back down onto his cock. Eddie's thrusts soon become akin to a wild animal as he bucks his manhood into you with reckless abandon. Your entire lower body is on fire and you can barely hear your own screams over the colliding skin. The pain in your body and head are real, you can't see a single thing, and you can't move your hands even an inch from your body. There's no way you can resist what's happening to you, there's no way you can escape from the life you're about to be thrown into for good. A life most likely dedicated to serving someone and being raped daily, a life left with only a prayer that a child wouldn't be raped into the world only to meet the same fate as you. What's the point in all this?, you interally submit, It's all over. It's beyond clear as you go limp underneath Eddie, everything Judas promised you was a lie. He wasn't going to come get you after all of this was over and then leave your life. He knew that it would come out of your mouth eventually with or without Belcroft's help, so he got rid of you. There was no doubt that your brother sold you to the man with his cock lodged a mile deep into your asshole. Even as your defeated form gives out underneath you, your body is still held upright by the hard cock repeatedly raping itself into you and the cloth held tightly over your face. You have no way of fighting off a man three times your size, but even if your did have one lingering hope of escape, what was the point? There's was nothing to go back to. Judas and Belcroft would make everything you loved to diappear, until your best option would be to end the miserable existence your life managed to turn into. Your parents, Sam, the only thing Judas had to do to turn them against you was brainwash them. Just like he tried to do to you. You could go to the police, but you didn't have any way of knowing just how many were in Belcroft's pocket. Maybe this was the best way to go, to disappear, to become a sextoy for whichever filthy rich old man decided to buy you. If you were lucky, maybe you'd be sold to an old man who wanted a blood-related child to inherit his fortune. The problem with that was luck clearly no longer on your side, and hope was only bound to become a prison. You didn't have choice, this was your life now. There was no longer a reason to put up any kind of resistance. With quivering lips, you can only utter two barely audible sobs. "@@.rae;I'm sorry. . .I'm sorry.@@" "@@.ed;Shut up, you brought this on yourself. Stop apologizing and take this load like the stupid little bimbo you were born to be.@@" <img src="Images/raeed_flee4.gif"> \ Eddie's pelvis crushes your insides one final time as his shaft violently quakes inside of your gaped asshole. Your insides are numb and quietly aching as the pulsing inside your hole grows more rapid, left with just enough sensitivity to feel his cum erupt all over the walls of your dark canal. In seconds, your intestines are being forced to wear the shade of white that is his seed. Finally done with your body, Eddie drops your loose frame onto the couch, accompanied with nothing but a snicker. "@@.ed;See you later, Private Ryan.@@" Your vision just as quickly returns to [[complete darkness]].

"@@.ed;Wake up, Ryan.@@" All you can hear is Eddie's quiet voice echoing in a blinding darkness, the only clue revealed is that you're in some kind of large room that's spacious enough to reverberate quite strongly. It's there you notice the cotton over your face and the cold steel binding your wrists behind your back. There's some kind of cloth covering your otherwise bare torso, but the cool air drifting through your raw holes says can only tell you that you're open for business. The last thing you remember is complete darkness, almost as if there were a bag forced over your head, but the pain you felt moments before losing consciousness told you a completely different story and it still does. You have no idea where you currently are, and there isn't a single sound not named Eddie that can give it away. No voices or sounds of naturer, just what you can only assume is concrete. "@@.ed;I'm going to pull off this bag. If you scream, I'm going to slit your throat and give your corpse to a bunch of prepubescent faggots to lose their virginity to. Now, when I pull it off, I want you to open your mouth until I say you can close it. If you don't listen, you die. It's really up to you how this goes.@@" Eddie grabs at the crown of your skull, taking a few strands of your hair with him as he pulls it off your head. Maybe it was out of fear, or maybe the darkness in each word of that threat made it clear he meant what he said, but you found your jaw just as quickly descending as the bag itself was ascending as your eyes adjusted to the focused light above you in the darkness. You try to sneak a peek at the room you're in but only fight more darkness surrounding the light of the camera being pointed right at you. Every fiber of your being wanted to scream, to hit that camera likely filming your exposed lower body away from you, but you couldn't. Not because there was anything physical stopping you, but because you were simply frozen. Perhaps in fear, or perhaps in something worse. You see nothing as a pair of small objects drop into your mouth, where a palm forces your jaw up and then covers your mouth. "@@.ed;Just swallow them and be who you were born to be.@@" Despite being in his grip and not wanting to show him any level of weakness, you can't help but cower underneath Eddie as the pills slowly fall down your dried out throat. Is Danny the reason you have no fight left in you, or is it because you know this is the end for you that you can't find a reason? Isn't it necessarily that you don't have any fight in you as much as it is knowing that you won't be able to escape from Eddie's confines, or the hard cock gliding its glans along the openings of each hole. "@@.ed;Since you've been behaving so far, I'm gonna tell you what's going to happen. I'll be fucking the absolute defiance out of you until you're just a pliable little doll for the client who's willing to pay the most for you. There's already three you match the description for, and I'm sure there'll be more once they see the video of you taking dick like a good little whore.@@" You pull your mouth away from his hand, calmly enough for him to let you do so, but not far enough to make any meaningful noise. "@@.rae;What did you just give me? Was it the same stuff Judas tried br. . .rape me with?@@" "@@.ed;I think you're talking about Halo, and I don't like the stuff. It takes all the fun out of it,@@" you can hear Eddie spit behind from behind your leaned over frame. "@@.ed;What's the point if they just sit there like a robot? I want to hear them cry, I want to hear them begging me not to fill them with cum, but I what I love more than any of it is listening to their sobs the moment they break for me. The loss and despair in their crying, buried by the knowledge that all hope is gone, all they can do is give themselves to a higher power. People like me, people who can mend and ply them in any way we see fit.@@" Your cheek gently collides with the wall as Eddie forces his hard cock into your dry canal, only lubricrated by the thin layer of saliva over his shaft. Eddie makes it beyond clear right then and there that he holds no care for your health or feelings as he forces the entirety of manhood into your pussy, all but leaving to try your damnedest at not screaming the roof off the building. "@@.ed;That's it right there, the sound of pain and suffering. There's nothing more real on this planet than that, than hearing the cries of someone being physically and psychologically dismantled.@@" only a vague shiver descends your spine as Eddie's digits conform to your own mouth. "@@.ed;It's too bad you had to go and try to run away on me, I was thinking about keeping you around for me and Candy. You could've had anything you wanted, but it was you who threw it all away.@@" Eddie wasn't wrong. If you just chose a better time to run, you would've been fine. This was your fault, and your fault only, but could you really just bend over and be raped by someone else without even trying to fight? You had to at least make this [[a struggle]], but then, was there even [[a point]] in that when he was just going to sell you to someone even worse when he was done?

<<if $momslavedrug eq true>>\ Your eyes flutter open, and even on a Monday morning, you're motivated to attend school. Just not for the reasons you normally are. You want to get these drugs as quickly as possible and show your mom the right way, the path of dropping to her knees and inhaling, savoring the cock of the man she birthed - a superior man. You want her to see her own child unloading every last drop of his cum into her holes, and then watch you eat the rest out of her own sex. But more importantly, you want it done quickly so you can see the gratitude of a job well done on your master's face. A shower, breakfast, and twenty minutes of playing eye-tag with Judas later, you're on a distrait drive toward your school. You realize it's been a while since you've shown up, and you aren't exactly sure what people are going to say. You're confident Sam covered for you, but even then you forgot to ask what she covered you with, and what if they didn't believe her? You were a bit of a goody two-shoes, and you weren't afraid to say it aloud, but it didn't change the reality that you were fairly popular. Unfortunately, you know all too well how quickly the rumor mill spins out of control around here, especially on campus. You've seen your friends fall victim to it, you've seen head cheerleaders meet their maker because of it, and even you yourself have experienced it. Late in your sophomore year, you happened to get to school a few mintues early when you entered the classroom to see your French teacher and the P.E. teacher nearly yelling at one another. All you could do was stand off to the side until they were done, simply staying out of both their business and way. That is, until it turned into blows being thrown, blows that resulted in your French teacher slamming you face first into a door frame. A day later, a couple suspensions, and a free dentist trip to fix a pair of broken teeth threw you headlong into the center of that very rumor mill by virtue of being there. A nice little set of rumors that set you square at the epicenter of a threesome gone bad and at the peak of a love triangle. It was said that Mr. French got jealous because Mr. Fit's dick was getting too much attention, and so it snowballed into a nude wrestling match over your pussy. The other was standard enough, Mr. French was 'lowkey' seeing you outside of school, and Mr. Fit confronted him about it, so Mr. French gave him a warning to keep his mouth shut. They were just dumb rumors, but what scared you is that people seemed to believe them, so you could only imagine what they came up with after disappearing for what was essentially a century in school years. But looking back on it now, the idea of having your pussy abused in a classroom gets you blood flowing. You wonder if you could convince Judas to take you in whatever hole he wants on top of one of your teacher's desks. It's with that thought, however, that you come to realize a sliver of regret exists. It isn't that you feel like you missed out on high school, because there were plenty of good times in your four years here, but you wish you weren't so closed off about sex. You wish your master would've shown you the right path while he was still in his final year with you, imagining all the fun you could've had under this very roof. All the girls you could've manipulated into spreading their legs for him would've just been the cherry on top of his cock. There was so much you could've done with him. But there's no time like the present, something you have plenty of. As you step in between the school buses and onto the sidewalk of the campus, you feel two things on you with a kind of immediacy you haven't quite felt before. The first were the eyes already on you, or perhaps that was just you being self-conscious after what happened a little over two years ago. The other is <<link "Smash">> <<popover 'noclick'>>[img[Images/raemomslave_smash.jpg]]<</popover>> <</link>> speaking to someone you're fairly sure you've never seen before. Maybe it was his supplier, or a customer? Even then it could just be a lack of care on your part. This is probably your best chance to ask Smash if he has anything that could incapacitate someone, but keep them aware of their surroundings. But you barely know him, and when some privlidged little white girl comes up requesting an unusual drug, that might just scream cop to Smash. But what do you know? You've never bought anything worse than weed, and you were with Sam when you did that. Could it hurt asking him, or were you better off taking your chances with your Chemistry teacher, <<link "Mr. Traf">> <<popover 'noclick'>>[img[Images/raemomslave_traf.jpg]]<</popover>> <</link>>? You know Master doesn't want you running to him at the slightest sign of adversity, so you have to make your choice here. [[Approach Smash]] [[Go see Mr. Traf after school]] <</if>>\ <<if $momslaveromance2 eq true>>\ EoC for now. <</if>>\ <<if $momslaverape eq true>>\ EoC for now. <</if>>\

Despite the nagging sensation in the back of your mind, you can't help feel your cheekbones rise at your father's question. Well, as much as they can with a slab of meat stuffed in between them. You share a bout of eye contact with your dad before giving him the nod he was clearly looking for. Maybe it was the fact that he was looking down on his very own daughter with his cock in his mouth or maybe it was just having all of his cock in your throat, but the throb his cock gave more than exposed his pleasure at seeing that nod away. Your shirt-laden father pushes himself off his porcelain throne and stands above your rather lithe frame with the entirety of his manhood still inside of your throat. With just a single, fluid movement right after bringing himself to his feet, you find your head encased within your father's palms as he begins to pull his cock free from you lips. His gentle touch slowly begins to fade as his hips finally begin to fuck your throat on their own. The palms resting softly on the crown of your skull swiftly join the party, carefully guiding your wide open lips down the long shaft burying it's length into your throat. Your father has all of what you would guess was a big six inches lodged in the dark moisteness of your throat, and despite being the exact amateur you were desperately trying to hide, no signs of your gag reflex were making themselves known. You don't know how or why, but you went from trying your best not to choke on your brother to bobbing on cock like Katsuni with your father. Did you somehow accidentally figure out how to deepthroat, or was it just easier with your dad since he wasn't as big as Judas? As each new thrust sends his waist into your cheekbones, your father is full-fledged fucking your throat and not a single peep is coming from you. Your dad, however, is quite the opposite story. With each pass down your throat, the growls of his baritone voice were both growing louder in volume and carelessness. If he continued, it was only a matter of time before they got loud enough to wake your mom. There was a part of you that almost wanted to see it. Her reaction. Her reaction to seeing the object of their passion eighteen years ago on her knees and pleasuring the very man who made half of her. You wanted her to watch all of it, the man she married hammering your throat and then plastering your face in the seed that molded your existence. It sounded hot, but that aftermath surely didn't. It would've broken your mom seeing that, seeing the two people she trusted the most in her life betraying her at the same time. Your parents were never exactly the types to shy away from sex, and the number of times your mom casually walked in on you with a finger crammed in your snatch all but agreed. You've heard your parents on more than a few occasions going to town in their room, spanking and the whole shebang, but was she open enough to share her husband with her own daughter? You could only doubt it. Your line of depraved thought is interrupted by your double-pumping his shaft into your throat. "I'm gonna cum. Wear it for Daddy, sweetie." <img src="Images/raedad_sub2.gif"> In time with his words, the pace of your father's thrusts begin to increase until his cock is rapidly slicing in and out of your throat. His slippery shaft is now cramming its entirety into the moist passage with ease, drenched in a thick layer of his satly precum and your saliva. The thrusts come to a sudden halt as your dad pulls his entire cock from your mouth, leaving you to watch him stroke his cock directly over your face. Guidng your fingers forward, your digits once again meet his dangling balls as his head pulses right in your line of sight. Despite being firmly within your grip, you know what's coming as soon as his testicles tear themselves free of your grip and recede into his body. The head of his cock flares open right as a wave of his thick, milky seed coats your lips. While not plastering your entire face in his cum, there was a lot more than you expected to see rain out of his cock. With each stroke, with each pulse more of his cum seems to cover your mouth and cheeks as the rest traces the contour of your neck and breasts. With your dad's balls seemingly emptied over your mouth, you raise your mouth once more and wrap your lips around his head, siphoning any remaining cum his shrinking manhood is willing to give you. Leaving your eyes locked on your father, you give him a smile as you drag your finger across your jaw and over your chine before teasingly placing against your tongue. Several more follow until your face is [[wiped clean]] of your father's seed. As soon as you stand, you are met with a damp towel being offered to you by your dad, all with a knowing smirk on his face.

". . .Sweetie, I don't even know what to say," you dad's thumb strokes your cheek, his eyes softly looking down on you. "Don't get me wrong, that felt great, but what in god's name drove you to do something like that?" "@@.rae;You don't have to say anything, it was just something I wanted to do. I guess I'm just accepting who I really am now, Daddy. I'm a slut, and I want you to fuck me like it,@@" you approach your father and take his free left hand, making it immediately clear that you're guiding his digits to the river in between your legs. "@@.rae;Treat me like awhore, pound my little pussy like a piece of meat. Any hole, whenever you want.@@" <<if $raesofierape1 eq true>>You aren't sure if it's from sucking your brother's cock earlier, blowing your dad, or simply both, but there was no other way to describe your pussy at that moment than calling it a sopping mess. You could literally feel your own juices running down your thighs, and right at that moment, so could your dad.<</if>><<if $raesofierape eq false>>You aren't sure if it's the lack of cock you've had, blowing your dad, or simply both, but there was no other way to describe your pussy at that moment than calling it a sopping mess. You could literally feel your own juices running down your thighs, and right at that moment, so could your dad.<</if>> "You're reminding me so much of your mom when she was your age. She was, and still is, a little minx who loves to get bent over and pounded like some whore on Figueroa Street." your dad slips his index finger passed your lips. "Don't tempt me, sweetie. I might just take you up on your offer and fuck you raw whenever I feel like it." "@@.rae;Try me.@@" Your dad brings the damp rag to your lips and tenderly runs the material across the length of your lips, just before planting his own on the corner of your mouth. A peck only followed by a quiet smack on your cheek. "Oh, I definitely will. . .now why don't you get yourself cleaned up and go to bed before your mom catches us?" You let your dad wipe your nude upper body clean, very aware of his 'loose fingers' brushing against your bare skin. Your father visibly takes in all of your nude figure as he takes a step back, allowing you to exit the bathroom before him and make your way to your own [[bed]].

EoC for 0.6

You hold your mouth over your father's head, making sure every square inch of his cock is aware of your warm breath falling down his shaft. Growing up, you were made aware by both your mom and the boys around you that most men are simply weak to remotely sexual. Like the good girl you were, you listened to your mom when she told you not to abuse your sexuality, but now it was different. You've changed, and the waving cock in front of your lips is more than obliged to remind you just how true that rings. Even in junior high, you occasionally caught the boys across from you looking down your shirt. While the most they ever saw was a cup of what was most likely a plain bra, you remember how much it enforced what your mom told you. As the years went by and your grade level went up, you couldn't help but notice it that much more, but it wasn't just from boys your age. You've seen a teacher or two watch you bend over to set your bag down, or someone's eyes following you on your way to school as he walked his dog. It gave you an odd sense of fulfillment knowing grown men found you attractive, but it scared you at the same time. It scared you because you never knew if or when that boiling point would come and they would take you as they pleased. The longing desperation in your dad's eyes reminds you of those boys you caught looking at you, and once again, that sense of fulfillment returns with it. A part of you wonders if your dad is desperate for you, or just to get himself off, but the question itself doesn't mean much when you know that making him feel good is all you're after. That's what you came into your parent's bathroom to do, and that's what you're going to finish. You feel his eyes locked onto the crown of your skull as your lips align themselves against his head, but the moment you begin to trace his shaft with your lips, he bucks himself further into your mouth. Without word or emotion, you pull your mouth off of his cock and eye him down with a narrowed pair of eyes. You remain silent even after a moments pause before you finally show signs of life as your left hand finds your father's crown jewels and begins to curl their length around the near steaming skin just underneath the base of his shaft. As gentle as your touch is, your intention with his coin purse are anything but. "@@.rae;I didn't say you could fuck my throat, did I?@@" you quietly hiss, roughly pulling his testicles downward, forcing the sudden arching of his back. "@@.rae;Since you acted without thinking, I'm going to have to punish you. . .or I could just stop now and leave. It's up to you, Daddy.@@" You softly breathe onto his shaft, as if to make his decision for him. You couldn't help but wonder with your dad's apparent desperation, was it you making him like this, did he like the lack of control you were forcing onto him, or was your mom just not putting out anymore? The latter was out immediately, only because you still heard enough moaning to know better than to bring someone over for the night. "I'm sorry, sweetie. You- You can punish me." Yet another crooked smile decorates your face as you softly tug on your father's balls, wondering just how you should go about punishing him. You were exactly experienced in dominating anyone, not to mention men, so you were left at somewhat of a loss trying to come up with something. That is, until his cock decides to twitch in front of you. You guide your fingers toward his shaft with agonizing leisure before your fingertips begin to drag themselves down his manhood, faintly tracing the thick flagpole throbbing right above your left hand. Before he can prepare himself, you pull the gentle touch of your fingers away from his cock and swiftly whip your wrist into his dick. It thrashes to the side with it's inertia before bouncing back up like a Weeble. Tearing your hand back once more, you're ready to smack his cock again, but you aren't given the chance as you feel his shaft throb above your left hand and his balls slip through your grip. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that your father is about to either cake himself or you in cum, even for you. <img src="Images/raedad_dom2.gif"> \ You twirl the digits of your right hand around his cock and squeeze, hoping that pressure you're applying is enough to send his cum back down. You weren't done with him yet. You wanted to see your dad desperate, writhing for release by your very own touch. But it becomes clear that there's no stopping him when you feel his entire cock inflate like a balloon in your palms. The tightness you are applying to his manhood is only making it more pleasureable for him. There's a sloshing sound in your hand as his cock repeatedly expands within your grip just before you watch the first rope launch into the air and land on your dad's chest. You aim his cock towards him, continuing your gentle squeezes while thick ropes follow one after another, plastering his chest in his own seed. Well, his chest and your fingers. You reaching over your father's gasping, recovering figure and scoop up a small bit of his fresh seed and bring it to your tongue. You can't help but savor the satly flavor, letting the exlir of life that created you smother your tongue and throat in his taste. Opening your eyes, you find your father watching you swirl his cum around your tongue, which reminds you that you never got to finish 'punishing' him. Now, with all the cum pooling on his chest, you saw another chance. "@@.rae;Eat your cum, Daddy,@@" you point at his chest, your grin now more than exposed. "@@.rae;Taste what you wanted to fuck into my throat without permission.@@" You can feel your jaw go ajar as your dad almost immediately obeys you by gliding the edge of his hand up his chest and allowing the opaque white fluid to pool in his palm. It's cautious, uncertain at first, but his tongue slowly creeps through his lips until he begins to lap up his own cum just moments later. You can feel it at that moment, the balance of power ever so slightly shifting in your favor as you witness your dad slurping up his own nut like a dog. Having seen enough, you stand, which brings your father's attention with you. "@@.rae;You're not allowed to cum unless I give you permission from now on. No jacking off or sex. If you want to feel good, then come beg for it and I just might entertain it.@@" WIth one final glance you leave the bathroom and go to [[bed]] <<set $raedadnoedge = true>>\

Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself sitting in the passenger seat of your mom's Audi, left to watch the foreign car climb the overpass in complete silence. You share several glances with the side of your mom's head, entirely uncertain if she's aware or not, but you didn't sense the same anger you did last night. She was just driving in total silence - Perhap that in and of itself should've been the giveaway. When people say nothing at all is when they're at their angriest. While it was fully possible that you were misreading it, chances were your mom was about to drop you off at a women's homeless shelter or some institution to check you into until your head was fixed. Was there any rationale to that? Probably not, but if the attraction to incest was anything at all, it was some sort of psychological issue. "@@.rae;Mom, can you just pull over somewhere so w-@@" "@@.mom;Shut up. If I need something from you, I'll ask you,@@" Your mom pulls off of the overpass and right into a red light. The tense silence still remains as the car comes to a halt at the light, where you're left to feel your mother's eyes giving you the time of day. But it isn't you that she's looking at, it was more accurate to say what was on you. As your eyes followed the trajectory of her own, they land on the pair of denim shorts you threw on after she bullied you into changing out of your uniform. "@@.mom;Take you shorts off. Now.@@" "@@.rae;Wha. . .Here?@@" only after coming out of your mouth do you realize that you only questioned the location and not the reason why. "@@.rae;What if someone sees me?@@" "@@.mom;Did I say you could talk back? Make that your panties, too, assuming you're actually wearing any.@@" you can feel the glare coming from the corner of her eye as she accelerates. "@@.mom;You obviously didn't care if your dad or I saw you, so who cares if a strangers sees your pussy?@@" Your eyes widen at your mom's slightly vulgar language. She wasn't a saint by any means, and spouted profanity like that on the other side of the wall every time your father gave her a dicking, but ti was the first time she'd used such vulgar types of language around you - or towards you, for that matter. It wasn't just her vocabulary that changed, either, but her entire aura towards you. It wasn't quite cold, but not nearly strong enough to be called heated. The way she was looking at you, however, said enough. She, at that moment, saw you as nothing but a girl. Perhaps even an object. Anything but her daughter. "@@.rae;Dammit, just give me a chance to exp-@@" "@@.mom;Are you doing this on purpose, or do you think I'll actually listen? Take off everything and give your clothes to me. Don't make me tell your entiltled ass to do it again.@@" All it takes is the expression on your mother's face to make you question talking back, or further combating the reason for her making you take your clothes off. Serious was probably an understatement, but could you really just throw your clothes off in front of not only her, but any vehicle that drove by? What was going to happen after that? There's was no way you could tell what your mom was thinking, but all signs were pointing to something not very pleasant. Giving her only a shaky exhale, you pull at the sleevess pink and gray top until it's falling into your lap. When you were changing, you figured that you weren't going anywhere important enough to wear a bra, so you chose to go without. Even if it would've only saved you a few moments of embarassment, it was better than just flashing your mom right away like you were. The second to come off is the pair of vans, where you're all but reminded of your bare torso as your breasts rap against your chin with even the slightest movements. You lift yourself slightly, giving your mother a pair of wide eyes in hopes that she'll rethink whatever fucked up rebuttal she's trying to pull on you, but those hopes come crashing and burning as your only met with the cold shaking of her head. "@@.mom;Jesus, Rae. Get. your. fucking. clothes. off.@@" In time with your mother's new order, you don't dawdle taking your shorts and panties off as you tug them down your slender legs in one fell swoop. After slipping off your bottoms, you group them up with your shirt and tentatively extend your arm towards her. It sits untouched for a moment as you avert your gaze to the floor of the car, but as quickly as you turn your eyes away, you feel them being ripped from you hand as you're only given enough time to see them be sent flying out the window. "@@.rae;MOM!@@" you shout. "@@.rae;What the fuck-@@" "@@.mom;Shut up, you whore. You know you want this, for any guy nearby to see you naked, to see how willing you are to spread your legs, to show him how ready you are to have his cum filling your holes,@@" your mom shares a peek with your hairless mound, a smirk now decorating her face. "@@.mom;Touch yourself. Imagine bending that slut body over for a line of strangers to use, one after another. Filling that tight pussy with their potent seed until there's just no room left. I wanna be able to hear your juices by the time we get there.@@" You know better than to fight your mom at this point, nor do you know what crawled up her ass and died, but it's abundantly clear that you have no choice if you want to stay clothed or under her roof. Your elbow softly scrapes the warm leather of the seat as your digits crawl toward your nether lips, where you're surprised to already feel the vague buzzing of pleasure echo through your mound. Was being ordered around by your mom turning you on? Or was it being nude where literally anyone could see you? As your hand glides over your gently swelling sex, your digits begin a counterclockwise tango with your lips. Unconsciously, your legs spread as you both physically and mentally delve deeper into the world of pleasure opening up for you. You quickly find yourself slipping your first two digits into your dampening pussy, losing yourself in the newfound pleasure that was exhibitionism. You nearly lose your mother's prescence in your pleasure as you slowly glide your fingers in and out of yourself, that is, until you find your torso being pulled forward by the inertia of the car's brakes. You, with two fingers still buried in your pussy, look up to find the sight of a [[familiar building above you]].

<img src="Images/momraeinfinite.jpg"> \ The tall building towering over you and the sparse few cars in the lot was known as Infinite, a new club that'd been all over the news for many good and bad reasons over the last few months. Overdoses and alcohol poisoning were the supposed culprits killing the people in Infinite, but you've been around old money enough to know that they'll protect their reputation at any cost - and have the kind of fun that an average Joe would never be able to find. You suspected that there was a lot more going on behind the scenes of Infinite, at least as far as the crazy number of deaths went. It wasn't bad drugs, but most likely some kind of messed up sex ring. Rape, or necrophilia, or perhaps both. It made sense to you, especially when they made Infinite as exclusive as it was. The lucky Jane who found herself invited was most likely welcomed with a broken neck and a body full of fresh cum. Money made people, especially those with a silver spoon, bored with the typical attractions life had to offer. Anal and exhibitionism are no longer kinky enough to get their rocks off, they need depravity, they need to be shown something new, something they've never seen. They need rape, they need murder, they need animals destroying fresh virgin holes as they slit an eighteen year-old beauty's throat. The shrill screams, the begging, the tears, the taste of their blood, they want to live in it. They want to bathe in the stench of depravity, and in some ways, you can't help but think that every human does. They want everything that's wrong, they want the taboo. Even you, a run of the mill rich, ex-goody two shoes found herself chasing it. Yearning for it, for the darkness, for the depravity that had always existed in front of you. Your mother set's her palm on your bare thigh shortly before digging her nails into your skin. "@@.mom;Just some. . .warning. Don't talk back to these people. It'll just make it worse for you.@@" she begins to pull away, but pauses for yet another moment. "@@.mom;. . .Well, worse for you pussy, at least. Let's go.@@" Fully aware of your nudity, the clunk of the door echoes through your skull as it all but pushes itself open for you. You stand and immedilately make a three-sixty to check for signs of life, careful to use the door as a shield. That's when it starts to hit you, the ludicrousness of the entire situation. You just played with yourself in front of your mom while she hissed how much of a whore you are into your ear, and now you're standing nude for all to see in a parking lot. The cherry on top of this incestual mess was the fact that your mom was behind all of it. Not Judas, but your mom. [[And you were just fine with it.]]

Before you even had the slightest chance of being seen baring all, you hurried behind your mother inside of the tall building of the club. The only floor anyone ever seemed to have any information about was the first, and even that had been exclusive to the rich. People like your dad, people like Belcroft. The men and women who some level of pull behind their names. That's why you're surprised when your mom lightly pushes you into an elevator that just so happened to open as soon as you passed it. Your mom is quick to follow you in, and before she can even turn to hit a button on the elevator, the doors slide shut just before the elevator begins to rise on it's own. Made more than obvious by the cyan number four on the screen to your right side. As soon as the elevator halts, you can feel the hair on your neck rise. You don't have the slightest clue as to why, and you aren't exactly sure you wan't to know, either. Something deep down is telling you to press the one on the number pad and go back to the first floor, but there was no way you could. Not with the way your mom was looking at you, not with domineering tone she'd been throwing at you since the moment you ran into her. You aren't sure what to expect as your feet make first contact with the chilled black tile beneath your bare feet, and you most definitely don't know what to think as a group of men circle around you and your mother, their identities shielded by their white masks. Each and every one of them are in the same black cloaks, cultishly void of anything that could identify who they really were. Though, you could see two of the men just to your right were wearing gloves. <img src="Images/raemom_bloodlake.gif"> \ Scars? A hand tattoo, maybe? Even if I could get them off, was there any real chance I'd know who they are? <img src="Images/rae_blondeboy.gif"> \ Your eyes give a second once-over to the near featureless room. Just black tile, modern white tables, and stretches of long white couches going from corner to corner. But in that second sweep you found someone seperated from the group of predatorial figures. He was seemingly paying no mind to the commotion your presence was creating, his unmasked face and closed eyes aimed right at the floor. Why was he dressed so differently? Why did he not seem to care about someone seeing him? "@@.mom;Remember how you were always told that BloodLake was just an anonymous browser? That was a lie, sweetheart. It's a network for those powerful enough to deserve it, a market for those rich enough to afford the. . .product on it, an underworld that exists underneath the underworld. This is the world your father built, and these are the men who made it possible,@@" your mother's nails dig into your bicep as you feel her palm trace the contour of your spin, halting right at the small of your back. "@@.mom;Infinite is made up of the powerful's dreams and the weak's nightmares, each floor becomes more depraved than the last. Do you want to be a part of this, Rae? Do you want to live in a world like this?@@" There was a part of you that couldn't help but think you were dead if you said no. Unless this whole thing was some sort of evil prank, there was no way you were getting out alive after hearing what you just heard. Your best case was being shipped off to some drug den and becoming some heroin-addled whore for tourists to rape. Your worst case was becoming the subject of some kind of morbid murder porn, or even some mindless fuckdoll for bored, wealthy teenagers to cum inside of. "@@.mom;See, Rae, every man here offered a woman in their life to join the elite of the elite. Their wives, sisters, daughters. Each of those women were fucked by every man in this room. Each one of them were filled with cum over and over again. Why? Because that's the oath to their secrecy. A sign of what will come to their only weaknesses if they open their mouth. You'll have the world in your palms, anything you want will be yours. All you have to do is nod and share your body with them.@@" You look around at all the men in the room, but seem to lose count rather quickly as they began to blend in with one another. "@@.rae;How many do I have to do it with?@@" "@@.mom;Thirty. . .but that's alsoassuming none of them'll want to go again.@@" Now you were able to understand the hair rising on your neck. The heft of the situation was becoming real, and you were left with just two situations. Get gangbanged by thirty different men and pray they were too old for a round two, or say no and hope they didn't just decide to rape you before murdering you. Of course, assuming they didn't want to make money out of you first. You look up again and find your eyes catching the blond boy still leaning against the wall. His expression was as empty, and his quiet demeanor wasn't exactly all that unfitting, but what you found weird was why you chose to look for him again. He obviously didn't care about you, and he was more than likely going to join them if you agreed to enter that world. Even if you were about to agree to get gangbanged by all of these men, it didn't change the fact that his complete and utter seperation from the group bugged you. Did he not like them? Was he forced to be there? He was no older than you, and maybe even younger, but there he was. The only man in that room not panting like a borderline pedophilic dog. [[Take a step toward the men and nod your agreement.]] [[Refuse and attempt to leave.]] [[Continue staring at distant blond.]]

You don't have time to even utter a single word before you're being surrounded and lifted toward a couch by four men. As your back is gently set on the couch, you begin to feel hands and fingers tracing every square inch of your bare skin. Each touch is expert, surprisingly gentle, precise in where they travel to. Part of you expected to just be groped, dryly penetrated, nothing more beyond getting violently fucked by each of them until they were bored with your hopefully not-ruined holes. Instead, the exact opposite is happening. You are on your back and your legs were very much spread, but each digit that massages your breasts or each tongue that meets anything that isn't a hole leaves you reeling with pleasure right away. You're more than aware that you look like a whore on your back and being surrounded by strangers, but you didn't feel like one. In some way, you felt like the center of attention. It was almost as if your mom was describing something completely different. Neither your asshole nor pussy were being touched by the cloaked strangers. The three combating for your attention all seem to take pleasure in forcing not your genitals, but every nerve in your body, to explode within a newfound pleasure. Each digit, each pair of lips greedily dig into every last one of your erogenous zones as you struggle to keep even your vision focused beneath their greedy forms. Despite floating in between a pleasure-ridden nether and reality, you notice a pair of hands disappear from your form, only to feel heat radiating above your sex not even a moment later. You were slowly but surely losing yourself in the pleasure overtaking your body, enough to simply accept the cock lying just inches away away from your already moist opening. That is, until you feel a sopping heat meet your swollen lips. Both out of curiosity and uncertainty, you lift your head to an almost shocking sight. Well, honestly, it was hard to get more shocking than willingly walking into a gangbang in front of your mother. But it did. . .sort of. <img src="Images/Raelesagree_bloodlake.gif"> \ Directly underneath you, you find not only an exposed face below, but the face of a woman. Even more surprisingly, it was a woman you knew quite well. Angela Diaz, founder of Xenon Electronics and someone your father worked closely with while he was 'coding' BloodLake. Xenon was most well known for their computer processors, and with the superior compatability the processor had with the BloodLake system, they soon overtook Intel and AMD in one fell swoop. In that context, Angela being in that room made more than enough sense. What didn't make sense was her dragging you to your first orgasm of the afternoon. She was married to a man and had four children, but there she was eating your pussy with the tongue of a goddess. As each of her digits stroke your thighs, her tongue refuses to slow, and before long you find yourself on the fast track to what you could already tell was going to be a powerful orgasm. <img src="Images/Raelesagree_bloodlake2.gif"> \ "@@.rae;I- Fuck, I'm gonna cum,@@" you barely manage to eek out as your back involuntarily rises with the rush of pleasure permeating your sex. "@@.rae;Fuck, fuck, fuck.@@" Even as everything below your waist begins to violently quake around her head, she refuses to budge from her position and instead drives her tongue as deep as she can into your sex. Your hands soon find the crown of her skull as you hold her head in place, riding the very tongue siphoning the juices leaking from your soon-to-be abused hole. You never wanted orgasm to keep on trucking as much as this one. You have no idea exactly what it is she's doing to your now sopping insides, but it seems as though every tongue trick she treats your swollen lips with keeps edging it on, helped by the moist organs salivating on your breasts. As much as you don't want it to end, your orgasm finally wanes. Angela pulls her mouth away from your sex, revealing not only her flashy white smile, but the moisture of your juices dripping from her chin. The heat of her breath pulls away, traded with the sensation of her pink lips placing wet kisses on each of your still-quivering thighs. She begins to ascend your figure, both of the remaining figures on each side of you move aside without complaint as they travel in the opposite direction Angela was. "I hope you enjoyed that, because it won't get better from here. Think about it, Raelynn. Every man in this room is going to treat you like a gaped piece of meat and unload every last cell of their seed into your womb. You might just walk out of here carrying the spawn of one of the most powerful men in the world. . .Who knows, I may even have another step-daughter soon." Angela drives her tongue into your mouth, soaking your tastebuds in your own cum as she shares a gentle kiss with you. "There's nothing more beautiful than seeing a tight teen slut destroyed. Have fun, Rae." The moment Angela lifts her nude form from your own, your vaguely shakey sight is met with what you assume is another woman, the main and only giveaway being the long black nails pulling up her cloak. Half of you wonders at that moment if you're about to get gashed by a strap-on, at least if you took what Angela said at face value. The other half of you didn't get the chance to make an appearance as she ripped her cloak [[off her head]] <<set $rae_bloodlakemember = true>>\

Kind of an afterthought as I was doing some editing, hope to have some content here in the next version. @@.rae;- MissFortune.@@

Did you like having sex? Of course. You even liked getting it rougher than most girls probably preferred, at least within the scope of your admittedly limited experience. Neither of those meant you wanted have sex with thirty different people right after the other. You enjoyed sex, a lot, but you weren't down for a gangbang. No matter how powerful the people who demand it are. If this was anything like a Hollywood movie plot about the illuminati, then your two options were to join or die. Or, in your case, get fucked like a piece of rotten meat or die. Neither of which sound all that appealing to you. That's where the issue arises, you either do what your mom was forcing you to do, or you die. If you wanted to go full Ventura, then they might brainwash you and turn you into a lizard woman to breed the world's future presidents. Beyond all of that, what shocked you was your mother being the one to throw you into a pit of snakes. All because she caught spying on your father masturbating. You couldn't help but feel that she was cutting off all ties with you no matter which you chose. If you chose to follow through having sex with every single one of these people, then you would at least have some path to staying off the streets, even if it meant becoming someone's private cum dumpster. If you said no, then your life as you knew it was all but over. You knew too much now. Maybe you were wrong, but it certainly didn't feel that way, especially when you factored in the cold glare she'd been sharing with you all morning. You raise your eyes once again in contemplation, wondering if this is some cruel test or punishment she organized, but it didn't exactly take rational thought to see that was little more than a reach on its best day. There had to be something more to this, no mother could do something like this to her own daughter and feel okay about it. You just couldn't see it yet. That was a delusion, a hopeful one, but a delusion nonetheless. "@@.rae;I can't do that.@@" <img src="Images/raejames_bloodlake.gif"> \ Your eyes remain averted from the general direction of your mother as they meet the quiet blond yet again. This time, however, he raises his head and pulls off his hoodie before brushing his hair over the back of his head. You almost feel happy when his cold, gray eyes open and bring themselves directly to you. He takes several loud strides forward, loud enough for those nearby to hear him. "@@.james;James Roche, the name should speak for itself,@@" he begins to step through the cloaked people, quickly approaching with each new stride. "@@.james;Before you let her get. . .'fucked' by them, I have to ask if she's for sale. Fifty million to the account of your choice.@@" "@@.mom;Seventy million and partner with BloodLake as your offical security network.@@" "@@.james;Sixty-five, BloodLake, and shares in Roche.@@" You can't believe what's passing through your ears right at that moment. James Roche, the son of Roche Healthcare's owner, is literally trying to buy your existence from your own mother and your mom is countering his offer for your parents benefit. Even worse, you aren't sure what's crazier. The fact that he thinks your existence is worth north of a hundred million dollars or the fact that your mom is actually contemplating selling her own daughter. "@@.rae;Mom, are you-@@" your plead for some sense of rationalism is cut off with a swift smack across the face, sending you stumbling backwards. "@@.mom;Shut up. You stopped being my daughter the moment I saw you spying on my husband,@@" she let her gaze return to James, where you see just a flicker of color in her eyes. Pink, perhaps magenta. "@@.mom;You know what, James, you're going to be a better fit for Roche than your old man could ever dream of being. You have a deal, she's all yours now. . .might wanna keeo the cunt on a leash, though.@@" You begin to hear snickering, gibberish in foreign tongues as your own mother spits at your feet. Despite now being the sole property of a man you barely knew, you could still feel the predatorial eyes visualising themselves spreading your limbs and gaping each of your holes. You could still both see and feel the many, many hard cocks bobbing underneath the cloaks. The silence from James only seems to further raise the fear of James letting them have you anyways. That is, until you feel a heavy footstep land behind you and the palm of his hand resting atop your skull. "@@.james;Leave.@@" Someone begins to utter something, only to silence himself mid-word. "[[Leave. Now.]]"

Your expectations for you're about see are completely shattered as soon as her cloak falls. You find a tall Asian woman towering above you, but there's something about her. Something that's commanding, but not quite domineering. Something that's strong, but not quite controlling. She has perfect skin and a perky set of likely fake breasts that looked like they were made just for her her. What didn't fit in the picture she painted with quite literally above my face in the form of a nicely sized cock. <img src="Images/raebloodlake_tran.jpg"> It wasn't all that big compared to your brother, but you were also sexually aware enough to know that most people weren't your brother in the size department. He was hung like a horse, and he certainly came like one, too. You don't know what to say to the woman above you. Part of you wants to reach out and touch her cock, but there's another part of you that questions if you want to get fucked by a trans woman. "Well, if that isn't a look I've seen a thousand times," she laughs as her fingers teasingly glide along your opening. "I'm probably going to be the last 'gentle' person here and I'll show you a real good time, but if you aren't comfortable with having sex with me, I totally get it. I'm not exactly a super common 'taste', and I'm not going to rape you. So just give me a yes or no, sweetheart." [[You nod.]] [[You shake your head.]]

You aren't sure what James is to all of those people, but no other voice makes an attempt at speaking or further confronts him. All you know is that he has some sort of authority among them despite being likely no older than you. Though, that isn't exactly what your mind's on that the moment. Your mind is steeling reeling from the fact that your mom just sold you to the highest bidder for no other reason than watching your father pleasure himself. The pink in her eyes, however, strikes resonance with you. That shade of pink matched the color of the lighting in that dream I had, and wasn't the pill that Belcroft gave me the same color? Is Bel- You are violently ripped out of your thoughts as your visions goes pitch blank, the soft pink of your mother's eyes pulsing with each vague breath in the quietude of what you can only assume is your own mind. @@.rae;What do you think you're doing? Don't you sense the irony in a slut trying to think about anything but cock?Stop thinking and let the man who bought you have his fun with our body. We don't need to think, Rae. We don't need to be anything other than a hole for the men we choose. You're embarrassing yourself, stop pretending to be something we aren't. Let him breed us, let him turn our little cunt into a black hole, and then we can become ginuea pigs for all the depraved experiments he wants to try. . .It sounds beautiful, doesn't it?@@ You are once again violently torn out of that pitch black darkness, only this time with a scent coming from a small tin can being held under your nose by James. You find the blond boy kneeling in front of you, his jaw-length locks waving with even the most vague of his movements. Despite ordering everyone of those cloaked figures out of the room, there was one still behind him. Except for the fact that she was in the middle of pulling it off to reveal the black pantsuit underneath it. James followed your eyes as the woman finally revealed herself. You were surprised to even find another woman in that cloaked group, but you were even further surprised to find a woman you knew quite well. Angela Diaz, founder of Xenon Electronics and someone your father worked closely with while he was 'coding' BloodLake. Xenon was most well known for their computer processors, and with both superior benchmarks and compatibility with BloodLake, they soon overtook Intel and AMD in one fell swoop. Your eyes follow James as he stands and makes his way across the room, not all noticing that Angela herself had replaced him right in front of you. "@@.angela;I can't believe that psycho figured it out on his own. This isn't good, James.@@" "@@.james;It's not good, but we already expected them to be ground zero. Dan and Anne hold one of the keys to BloodLake. Hayden knew that, and now he has an even stronger chokehold over it,@@" James made his way back to you, following the dark footprints his shoes left behind on the way back. "@@.james;He doesn't have the other, though.@@" If you somehow weren't confused before, then you definitely were now. All you really understood was that your parents were at the top of some kind of Illuminati-esque ring and they they were one of the 'keys'. It was beyond obvious at this point that BloodLake wasn't all it appeared to be. It wasn't just a reinforced dark net, it was a literal market for the underworld, but was there something even deeper underneath it? James finally returns to you, this time with something in his hand. <img src="Images/raejames_counterpill.gif"> \ James reaches out and unfolds of your left hand, leaving him to set what you quickly realize is some kind nuclear green pill. Nuclear was actually a pretty good description of the pill, seeing that it was glowing within your palm. A glowing pill wasn't normal at all, but it was sure as hell still more normal than being fucked by thirty different people. James does the same with your right hand, this time setting a larger golden capsule in your hand. You hesitantly swirl the pill in your palm, your eyes curiously rise in hopes that he's willing to explain what it is he wants you to swallow. "@@.james;You don't have long until the withdrawals start coming back, and trust me, you don't want that. You're just gonna have to trust me for now and take it, I'll explain after.@@" There's no way you could read his mind at the moment, but you can tell that he's being honest with you. Even then, did you have a choice in taking it or not? He made it sound like you would meet your maker if you refused. [[Take the pill]] [[Throw the pill away]]

EoC for this, as of right now. Hope to have something slightly verbose here by 0.6 (or whatever I decide to number the next version), enough to align still align with the story but avoid this content. Will eventually be a path to avoid sexually interacting with your father and being caught by your mother. Apologies for the forced content, I hate doing that shit in a CYOA-esque game. @@.rae;- MissFortune@@

You haven't known James very long, and you aren't the slightest bit sure of what his intentions are. What you are sure of is that he spent a lot of money to, from what you could tell, keep you out of BloodLake. Did that alone demand the leap of faith he was asking you to take by swallowing that pill? That night with Danny should've been more than enough to make you decide against blindly trusting people, especially men. But even then, did you have a choice here? He was making it sound like the 'withdrawals' would kill you if you didn't take it, but how could you be sure that his pill wouldn't do the same? How could you be sure that the shimmering pill in your hand wasn't going to turn you into a mindless fuckdoll like your brother wanted you to be? You couldn't know what those intentions were, but you obviously didn't want to die on the spot. In a sense you certainly had a choice, but you most definitely didn't have an easy one. You trust James and swallow the pill, or you brush away his help and risk death. Your answer is quite literally right in front of you. "@@.rae;Fine.@@" You set the pill on your tongue, a near sizzling hiss excretes itself from the round marvel of medical engineering as it meets the moisture of your tongue. While you aren't sure what to make of the fizzing on your tongue, you make quick work of unscrewing the lid to the golden capsule James set in your opposite hand. You toss the drink back and find yourself shocked to learn that it's just water inside despite being encased in a fancy exterior. "@@.james;Lie down.@@" "@@.rae;Why do I nee-@@" [[Your vision goes dark]].

You look at the pill once more, still questioning just what you should do. Your mind can't help but return to the same pills Belcroft gave you, and this is exactly when you start to piece it together. The voice, that other version of you in your head. They started at the exact same time Belcroft gave you those pills. You were in the exact same situation as you were with Belcroft. Take the pills or risk getting pregnant, and now it was take the pill or risk dying. Not again. You would rather risk death than fall into the same trap for a second time. Raising the pill in your hand, you give it one final glance before you chuck it across the large, practically empty room. That shocked expression is the last thing you see right as your vision goes black for the second time. There's complete darkness. There's muffled shouting. There's no longer anything at all. Nothing. <img src="Images/raejames_nopill1.gif"> \ You hear a feminine timbre echo gently around you, a sweet sound like the smell of honey. The tune is familiar as is the voice humming it, you know you've heard it before from someone you know. You feel like it's someone you should certainly know, but you can't put your finger on just who it is. Your mother? Your sister? Yourself? Who is your mother? Do you have a brother or sister? Who are you? Do you have family? Do you have someone who loves you? Where are you? Do you exist? You reach deeper and deeper into yourself, but you find only the dark in front of you. Are you something? Are you nothing? Is this everything? Or is this, perhaps, your entry into the gates of ivory? You feel warmth on your skin, a brightness resting on your eyelids. You are possibily within a room, maybe somewhere near a window. As you open your eyes, you are greeted with blurred vision and a pallid figure in front of you, given contrast by the black underwear conforming to her pearl-like skin. The tune becomes louder, perhaps even stronger as a chill descends the length of your spine, as the blur of your vision begins to wane. "@@.rae;Oh, look who's finally awake. How are you feeling? You had a pretty harsh fall there.@@" You sit upright and look around a room you don't recognize. "@@.rae;I'm sorry, but who are you? Where are we?@@" you look down at the tattoo on her arm, but as your eyes continue to descend, you find something very similar inked into your bicep. "@@.rae;. . .Who am I?@@" You both share a tattoo on your arm that you don't remember getting, and this girl seems overly familiar with you. Were you gay, was she your girlfriend? Maybe your sister? You try to stand, searching frantically for a mirror, only to find yourself glued to the couch beneath you. You can move your torso freely, but your legs feel like lead, leaving you unable to move them even a fraction of an inch. You find the half-naked stranger studying herself in front of a modern-style mirror you were positive wasn't there just a minute ago turns to you with a large, pleasant smile. Too pleasant. <img src="Images/raejames_nopill2.gif"> \ "@@.rae;I'm you and you're me, of course. You must've really hit your head hard, Rae. Do you really not remember us? Here, maybe looking at your reflection might help jog your memory.@@" she runs her hands over her rear as she turns towards you, her eyes growing darker and darker with each new stride taken. "@@.rae;Here you go, Rae.@@" In the mirror that magically appeared out of thin air in her hands, you find not only your reflection in that mirror, but the very reflection of the girl holding it. Yourself. "@@.rae;This is our world, Rae. This is our world and we can do whatever we want in it now. Everything is ours. . .@@" Your reflection smiles once again, her gently blackening eyes locked only onto you. @@.rae;[["Everything."]]@@

<center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raejames_nopill3.mp4"></video></center> \ You no longer want the world or everything in it. You don't want or care about anything. Just you, your relfection, and your pleasure. Your memories of your previous life have long returned, and even if there were things you wanted to do or change, you still didn't want to go back to the life you were traveling towards. You didn't want Judas taking advantage of you. You didn't want Belcroft using you for his own gain. You wanted nothing more than a world of your own, you wanted nothing more than a simple life with simple things. You wanted nothing more than this. "@@.rae;What do you want, my beautiful Raelynn? Anything you desire is at your fingertips. . .Anything.@@" "@@.rae;I want mor-ggrgggh-@@" you pull a cock free from your throat. "@@.rae;I want more cock. . .just more cock.@@" "@@.evilrae;As you wish, Raelynn. As you wish.@@" [[Meanwhile. . .]]

<<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ Four Months Later. "@@.james;Seven, Nine, Three, Six, Two.@@" The bulky guard steps aside with a vague nod, very much knowing who the man in front of him was, but still abiding to what was written on his job description to the letter. James paid this guard do one thing, enough to pay off his debts and live the rest of his life comfortably, so long as he let those who only gave him a set of five numbers that rotated daily into the otherwise nondescript room. Just as the handleless, run-of-the-mill door began to slide open for James, the familiar sound of heels colliding with tile after each step loomed closer. James didn't even have to turn around to know who it was standing only a few feet behind him, and it wasn't only the heels that gave her identity away. It was her perfume. The stuff was strong enough to smell a mile away. If you asked James, at least. "@@.angela;Are you going to let me in, or are you gonna make me give Donald R. DeCicco the code?@@" Angela knows the answer about to come her way, as is usual with the oversuspicious James, but she figures her knowing that there was even a code to begin with was enough to prove it is her. As expected, James nods, leaving him to watch Angela roll her eyes in response. "@@.angela;Ten, Two, Twenty-Five, Eight, One, Twelve.@@" The guard remains adjacent to the door, allowing Angela to follow James through the opened door and into the noiseless room. A dead tranquility, the stillness only gave way to the soft breaths of a woman lying quietly on a bed with a single tube running from her left hand, covered by just a gown and the similar-colored blanket covering her lower body. Unblemished skin, clipped nails, and her medium-length hair showed clear signs of her being well-maintained. By whom? The woman across from James. "@@.james;Why are you here?@@" "@@.angela;I could ask the same,@@" Angela strokes the girl's hair. "@@.angela;But if you must know, I've just come to see if everything's in working order. Especially her.@@" James snickers. "@@.james;Once a mother, always a mother, eh?@@" "@@.angela;Says the manchild who has never missed a visit.@@" <img src="Images/raejames_nopill3.gif"> \ James taps on the wall, suddenly illuminating the otherwise blank beige wall. Angela can only study the greek above her as a larger translucent screen projects itself across wall, right above the bed. Her eyes fall from what she can only guess is an EKG of some kind to James, who seems to understand everything in front of him. A seemingly impressive feat for a boy who was only months away from leaving his teens behind. "@@.james;Both heartbeats and BP seem fine,@@" James tore his eyes away from the menu and pressed something on the smaller screen in front of him. "@@.james;What about this, then. . .@@" <img src="Images/raejames_nopill4.gif"> \ Another large screen appears underneath the first, revealing a screen showing two different strands of DNA. While still mostly greek to Angela, James softly tapped the left strand and zoomed it in on the center of it, where his finger followed the trio of circles rotating around the strand. That is, until a bright yellow hexagon-esque shape appeared on the clear screen with a gentle beep coming from his watch. "@@.james;So, that was it. He already knew and was working on it,@@" James brushed his shoulder-length locks over the back of his skull as he turned to Angela. "@@.james;We got lucky, I guess, or maybe he never prepared for this. I don't know anymore. Hell, maybe this is all part of his plan still.@@" Angela's eyes widen, not out of surprise, but confusion. "@@.angela;It'd help if you'd tell me what's going on, you know. I can't read your mind.@@" "@@.james;You see this? Chromosomes are usually completely different from the mother and father, which should lead to a healthy birth provided that they themselves are healthy. But now the system is picking up similarities in the chromosomes for some reason, even though it never did before. It's weird, but it adds up. . .I think?@@" James sighs. "@@.james;If the system is right, then that means the person who got her pregnant was either Dan or. . .@@" "@@.angela;Judas.@@" Angela sits at the edge of the bed, finally beginning to understand James shock. "@@.angela;Which presupposes that that Hayden had already given one of them a dose to get the key from Raelynn. Incest or not. Right?@@" "@@.james;The good new is that we have her here, and regardless of the circumstances, we do have the key. I. . .I just wanted to keep her alive. She was smart enough to help us out, at the very least.@@" Angela turns her torso with an agreeing nod, but quietly eyeing James with a pair of newly sharpened eyes. "@@.angela;Does this change anything about our deal?@@" "@@.james;No, all signs point to her being a healthy child. All I want is the key, she'll be in your arms as soon as her eye is ready,@@" James swipes the screens off the wall and just as quickly the control panel disappears from existence. "@@.james;Speaking of, my father is calling me and my sister in for a 'fund allocation' meeting and I'm sure he's going to bring that up, so I gotta go. Call me up if anything changes.@@" James leaves the room in a hurry, leaving Angela in the room with an all but seemingly comatose Raelynn. The teenager and a few of the companies top doctors did everything they could to awaken the eighteen year-old oddity they would later title 'Sleeping Beauty'. Her brain was entirely active, all of her vitals were healthy, and even her eyes would react to movement around them when forced open, but the teen never moved another muscle. The easiest way to explain her condition was a perpetual sleep, or perhaps trapped somehwere in between a state of dream and reality. While not too high on her chances, they doctors never discounted the possibility of waking herself, but it was unlikely. She was likely to be very psychologically active for as long as her brain remained alive, but would remain in a vegetative-like state to the outside world for the rest of her life. A few months passed before James recieved a call from one of Roche's doctors, revealing the faint swelling of her abdomen. Tests revealed that she was nearly four months pregnant, which had inadvertantly given James the key he needed. Just at a cost he hadn't at all wanted to accept. There had to be a way to wake her up, and he wouldn't give up on destroying Hayden until he found one. <img src="Images/raejames_nopill5.gif"> \ "@@.angela;I'm sorry, Raelynn. You were an innocent girl caught in the crossfire of a brewing war, you never had a choice in staying out of it or joining a side. You were basically killed before you even had that choice. I'm sorry I couldn't help you, and I'm sorry such a smart girl had to get dragged into this fucking mess. That's why I want you to know that she'll be loved to death, and that she'll know her mother would've loved her just as much. When you do wake up, just know that she'll be the first to welcome you back into this world. Our world.@@" Angela stroked her blanket-covered leg, yet another sigh falling from her parted lips. "@@.angela;I promise, Rae. I promise that I'll make this world a safe place for your daughter to live in.@@" ---- <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>End 1: The Key</div> <</if>>\ <<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;'>Thirteen Years Later.</div> <img src="Images/Raejames_nopill6.gif"> \ The moment Rae tossed the pill that would save her life away was the moment the world's order began to change. What moved forward would turn backwards, what fell would rise, what spun clockwise would spin counterclockwise. Money and power meant nothing in this world, hate was the currency that kept people alive. Rape and murder are a sign of the strong, feeding children and fleeing are for the week. He said the world shall burn at his feet, not for punishment, but for the entertainment of those mocked over a decade ago. Those who tried to save the world, to save the enviorment, to save the domestic animals known as humans from themselves. As that green pill crashed into the dark tile of the that room, Infinite was rocked by eight seperate explosions from the first floor. James and Angela rushed to bring Raelynn to cover, but were swiftly rushed and surrounded by dozens of locked and loaded black figures. Angela was the first to meet her maker with a bullet in between her eyes before another mercenary painted James in holes, leave zero chance that the teenager was still alive. What the news called 'corporate terrorism' on that afternoon was instead a kidnapping that would define the future of the world. The man who would define that future was Hayden Belcroft and they key Raelynn Spencer possed, or rather, the key her womb possessed. Raelynn herself was not the key, but the carrier of the key. Her first born child was the key every elite in the nation was silently after. Raelynn Spencer was presumed dead that afternoon thirteen years ago and was never seen again. That is, by anyone that wasn't Belcroft. Despite being a physically and mentally healthy teenage girl, Raelynn spent thirteen years lying on a hidden bed in a vegetative state wholly unaware of the events that both transpired with her own body and the world outside the four walls her still body lied within. A body that was going to move for the first time in over a decade that morning, after the Helix Modifier finished rehabilitating all of the the bone density she'd lost lying in a bed. "@@.hay;Sorry it had to be this way, Rae. Blame your parents for this, not us. . .@@" <center>+ + + + +</center> You open your eyes to what feels like the brightest light you've ever seen, all accompanied by the massive headache pounding throughout your groggy skull. The last thing you remember is throwing away a pill from James, and then you passed out. All you really know for sure is that you hadn't trusted what was in that pill, but why? What made you so distrusting after James spent upwards of a hundren million dollars to protect you from all those men? Why was it all so hazy when it just happened, did I hit my head or something? You give the small, bare bones room a once-over but find no way to indicate where you are. Where am I? Is he holding me here because I didn't take it? But then you notice the presence now standing in front of the door. You don't see James or Angela, you don't see your parents or your brother, you see Belcroft standing there with a gentle smile on his face. Your back straightens in his presence, unsure of exactly why when he was making no clear aggressive movements toward you. Belcroft seems to notice it, but brushes it off as he sits at the edge of the bed you're on. "@@.rae;Where am I?@@" you ask. "@@.hay;It's a long story, Rae, but I'll start at Infinite,@@" Belcroft brushes your thigh. "@@.hay;After your little meeting with James, there was an attack on the club by an orginization we never found. They were after the key you possess, unfortunately I wasn't able to save James or Angela. It was a declaration of war, so to speak, and I wasn't going to let them hurt you. I promised I would keep you safe at all costs.@@" You can't help but notice that he's talking in a sense that makes it feel like what happened yesterday was a long time ago. "@@.rae;How. . .how long have I been in here?@@" "@@.hay;Stay calm, okay? I'm going to tell you some things that won't be very pleasant, but your health is important right now,@@" he takes a deep breath and looks at you once more. "@@.hay;It's been thirteen years.@@" "@@.rae;I. . .so I was in a coma? You make it sound like something worse happened. I mean, obviously I want all those years back, but it's not like I can do anything to change it now.@@" "@@.hay;That's not quite all, I'm afraid. The men who started this war have a weapon that could've endangered this country, and I needed your key to be able to defend it. You see, Rae, you aren't the key. You are the carrier, the holder of the key that would grow inside of your stomach. Meaning, your child was the key. We impregnated you, and thirteen years ago, you gave birth to the girl that saved this country - if not, the planet.@@" "@@.rae;So, what, you're saying you raped me until I got pregnant? How did you even know any of that key shit was real?@@" "@@.hay;We wouldn't stoop to raping a unconscious girl, we artifically inseminated you in the most legal way we could given the circumstances. I will take the brunt of your anger and I promise I will explain everything to you in due time, but there's a young lady that would like to meet her mother for the first time if she's willing.@@" Hayden offers you a hand, seeming to offer you help out of thed. [[Follow him.]] <</if>>\

You are led into an elevator, through an empty building, and into a tranquil courtyard as a piano ballad softly hums throughout the grassy sunlit area. You can't help but immediately notice the clouds floating above you are tinted a faint yellow as the glass of the roof above paints the walls in the same color. It's straight ahead that you find a young brunette with her back to you as she distantly watches the water of the fountain fall. A part of you is scared as you loom closer the brown hair that's made ever darker by the contrast of her bright gray sweater and light blue jeans hugging her waist. You gave birth to a daughter with no knowledge of it happening, and even studying only her profile made it clear that she was related to you. There was no mistake about it, but the bigger question still remained, could you raise a child when you were still psychologically yourself? Could she still love you despite not being there for the first thirteen years of her life, even if you had no choice? She finally takes notice of your presences, made clear with the slow turn and growing smile painted along her glossy lips. "Mom?" You can only nod as the shock of the three letter word hits you. "@@.rae;What's your name?@@" "Ava. Ava Spencer." she approaches you, taking her hand in yours. "Mr. Belcroft told me everything he knew about you, and how he needed both of us to save everyone. Please don't mad at him, he had to." "@@.rae;I'm not really mad, just in shock, I guess,@@" you answer, your trepidatious hand coming dangerously close to stroking your daughter's hair for the first time. "@@.rae;There's so much I want to ask you, but I don't know where to even begin.@@" "That's fine, Mom. After all, we have forever to be together." Ava skips backwards, her eyes not once leaving you as her smile remains on her face. Her smile, however, rapidly fades with the clearing of the throat softly echoing throughout the yard. You find Belcoft watching with a smile of his own, approaching the both of you with his hands behind his back. You aren't sure how to feel about Belcroft's presence, he seemingly raised her and took care of you, but the change in her expression was obvious to even you. "@@.hay;It's about time, Ava.@@" Your eyes flicker to and fro between the two of them. "@@.rae;About time for what?@@" Ava holds up a hand toward to Belcroft. "For us to become whole, Mom." You could sense it in her gentle words, the malice. A malice that was overcome by the darkening of the courtyard. Despite being enlcosed with no path for air to come in, you feel a gust begin to circulate around the three of you from your west. You couldn't have known if she was holding it back, but it was all revealed in her eyes at that moment as the gusting wind threatened to blow you over. Tears were spilling out from her blackening eyes, eyes you could still feel looking softly at you. <img src="Images/raejames_nopill7.gif"> \ Eyes only succeeded by the movement of two noiseless words. "I'm sorry." "@@.evilrae;Come, Mother. We'll become one again, just like when I was still in your stomach.@@" The gusts grow more and more violent with each word, and yet each syllable becomes clearer than the last. There's a hand lying in wait just feet from you, your daughter's hand, the hand you weren't able to hold for thirteen years. It didn't matter if you had no choice in bringing her into this word, she was still your own flesh and blood. You always heard growing up that parents would do anything for their child, and even if you'd only been parent for the better part of ten minutes, you felt that in some way. If this was what she wants from you to make up for all the lost time, regardless of what happens to you, then you'll give it to her. "@@.evilrae;Just me and you, Mom. Forever.@@" <img src="Images/raejames_nopill8.gif"> \ ---- <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'>End 2: Family is Forever</div>

<img src="Images/raejames_nopill1.gif"> \ You hear a feminine timbre echo gently around you, a sweet sound like the smell of honey. The tune is familiar as is the voice humming it, you know you've heard it before from someone you know. You feel like it's someone you should certainly know, but you can't put your finger on just who it is. Your mother? Your sister? Yourself? Who is your mother? Do you have a brother or sister? Who are you? Do you have family? Do you have someone who loves you? Where are you? Do you exist? You reach deeper and deeper into yourself, but you find only the dark in front of you. Are you something? Are you nothing? Is this everything? Or is this, perhaps, your entry into the gates of ivory? You feel warmth on your skin, a brightness resting on your eyelids. You are possibily within a room, maybe somewhere near a window. As you open your eyes, you are greeted with blurred vision and a pallid figure in front of you, given contrast by the black underwear conforming to her pearl-like skin. The tune becomes louder, perhaps even stronger as a chill descends the length of your spine, as the blur of your vision begins to wane. "@@.rae;Oh, look who's finally awake. How are you feeling? You had a pretty harsh fall there.@@" You sit upright and look around a room you don't recognize. "@@.rae;I'm sorry, but who are you? Where are we?@@" you look down at the tattoo on her arm, but as your eyes continue to descend, you find something very similar inked into your bicep. "@@.rae;. . .Who am I?@@" You both share a tattoo on your arm that you don't remember getting, and this girl seems overly familiar with you. Were you gay, was she your girlfriend? Maybe your sister? You try to stand, searching frantically for a mirror, only to find yourself glued to the couch beneath you. You can move your torso freely, but your legs feel like lead, leaving you unable to move them even a fraction of an inch. You find the half-naked stranger studying herself in front of a modern-style mirror you were positive wasn't there just a minute ago turns to you with a large, pleasant smile. Too pleasant. <img src="Images/raejames_nopill2.gif"> \ "@@.rae;I'm you and you're me, of course. You must've really hit your head hard, Rae. Do you really not remember us? Here, maybe looking at your reflection might help jog your memory.@@" she runs her hands over her rear as she turns towards you, her eyes growing darker and darker with each new stride taken. "@@.rae;Here you go, Rae.@@" In the mirror that magically appeared out of thin air in her hands, you find not only your reflection in that mirror, but the very reflection of the girl holding it. Within your reflection, you finally begin to remember who you are and that an event very similar to this occurred after your brother had sex with you that night in front of Belcroft. She, you - your reflection - tried to warp you into birthing the incestuous child of your brother. It was clear that she looked just like you, but your personalities were nothing alike. You tried to keep a clean mouth and treat people as you wanted to be treated, but she was the polar opposite. She was domineering, vulgar, and you could've only assumed that this woman in your mind treated others like shit. This woman was everything you wanted to be deep down, the complete contradiction of the girl you pretended to be. That, or the human representation of your period. "@@.rae;Who, no. . .what are you?@@" That was the moment your reflection's facade fell apart. The small, minimalist room you were in seconds earlier shatters away like broken glass, leaving you in pitch darkness once more. This time, however, it is completely different. You are wholly aware of who you are, what you're doing, and vague semblance of where you are. That, unfortunately, is the worrisome part. The quietude of the darkness is subtly accompanied by dull breathing, perhaps a huff from a mouth open wide. With each breath follows the first, they grow both stronger and rougher, like the growl of a big cat or violent canine. But just as quickly as that growl appears, it's replaced with a saturated red dimly illuminating the darkness. You spin multiple times in the dim red, until you abruptly crash into another shoulder. "@@.evilrae;FOUND YOU.@@" <img src="Images/raejames_counterpill2.gif"> \ Inches away from you, you find not the reflection of yourself, but a much younger version of you with a set of teeth that looked as though they should've lied within the mouth of a great white. But even in the darkness, you tell that it was no longer your reflection, at least not what was speaking to you before. You were face to face with something much more ominous, a monster is the only word your scrambled mind seems to find. "@@.rae;Get off me,@@" you shove the monster trying to force you onto your back. "@@.rae;I'm not-@@" "@@.evilrae;YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME.@@" A flicker of light pierces the darkness, a new voice adding to the thunderous boom of her still echoing roar. "@@.james;Breathe. Remember that whatever you're seeing right now isn't real.@@" "@@.evilrae;SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUT UP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.SHUTUP.@@" "@@.james;Breathe, Rae.@@" There's a sudden distance growing between you and the monster above you as you feel overtaken by the sensation of being pulled away. But that's when you hear it, the echoing sobs crying out in the distance. They were that of a scared child left all alone in the dark, haunted by something more than herself. There was no possible way you could tell if those sobs were real or not, not until you heard her scream once more as this reality began to fade. "[[Don't go, Mom! Please don't leave. . .]]"

EoC for 0.6

"Good. Then why don't you sit that pretty little head up and suck my cock like a good whore?" Your eyes ascend the length of the towering woman, reminded of just how petite you are in her presence as you push your torso upright. With a gentle, if not almost motherly touch, you feel her hands stroking the length of your hair. Each stroke guides new strands of hair into her right fist, keeping your hair all together behind your head as her free digits softly nudge off the couch and onto your knees right in front of her manhood. . .womanhood? "Do whatever you're comfortable with, sweetie." <img src="Images/raevon_bloodlake1.webp"> \ Before she can add anything else, your lips are already wrapped around her growing head like a hungry slut. Despite the oriental scent lingering on her skin, you can taste the sweat on her cock, but somehow even that manages to come off as vaguely feminine. Even after telling you to do what you're comfortable with, you can feel the backside of the fist holding your hair nudging you further onto her cock. You stop her in your mouth as your tongue goes to work on her glans, teasing the most sensitive part of her body. You use that time to curl your digits around the base of her cock and give it a vague squeeze before pacing yourself into shallow strokes. Your strokes are fast and short, just enough to give pleasure but not take her overboard and make her blow her wad in your mouth. Not that you would mind, you just want to have her cock inside of you first. It feels likely only seconds of blowing her pass before you are gifted a thick glob of her salty precum smothering your tastebuds. With each thrust into the back of your throat, she hisses out a moan through a glistening set of teeth. There's no way you can know if it's purposeful or not, but even if you couldn't hear her moans, her swelling cock was more than obliged to give her pleasure away. Your right hand and mouth soon come to mutual agreement. Patternistically, your mouth goes down and your hand gives her stroke. Over and over, you use that to egg her pleasure on, and you almost wonder if you're going to make her cum before she mounts you like you're a bitch in heat. You were fine with swalling her cum for everyone else to see, but you would be a liar if you were to say that the latter didn't sound like a fun proposition. That stray thought of yours is answered as she finally tears her hips away from your hungry lips. A small realization hits you as you find your hands still chasing her fleeing cock. When did you turn into a such a cock-hungry whore? You were going to classes and more than ready for college to come just weeks ago, now you were on your knees desperate to have the dripping dick soaked in your saliva back in your mouth. When did everything change? When did you start wanting to become this? Had it been watching Sam spread her wings throughout high school while having fun on her own terms? Judas? "You aren't getting off that easy, Rae. I wanna [[fill your little pussy up.]]"

@@.rae;Verbose-ish paragraph about not wanting to sleep with trans man/woman will go here at some point.@@ Figure it's not worth wasting time here for what is essentially a [[skip|three hard cocks]] button right now. Your welcome. :) @@.rae;- MissFortune@@

You can't help look down as you feel a pair of soft palms cup both of your pallid cheeks, where you're left even more shocked to see her start lifting you off of the tile and onto the white couch that is now beneath you. A white couch you suspected wouldn't stay white for very long with what was about to transpire on this floor. All but forced to look her in the eyes, you don't realize what she's doing to you until it's already happening. As she is slowly lowering you, her thumb rises over your mound and brushes your clit before the lone digit drops over your lips and easily slips right into your already soaked sex. Even you're taken by surprise as a powerful, hoarse groan cuts through the silence, echoing just as strongly as the arching of your back. Your breaths are already shaky as her breasts brush across your own, the heat of her cock permeating, raging as it's teased with your fertile hole just inches away. She gently pecks your chin, rising just a few inches and repeating herself on your lower lip. "Jesus. . .I wanna take you away from here and make you all mine. Round and cuffed to my bed. I wouldn't ever need anything more if I had a pretty little thing like you to wake up to every morning. But alas, the world has bigger plans for you. Maybe someday it might happen, but this'll have to do for now." "@@.rae;You're about to put your dick in me, and you're getting all emotional? Save it for later,@@" you pull her head down onto your breast. "@@.rae;Just shut up and fuck me.@@" She only responds with a grin to that four letter word as her digits wrap around the base of her cock, gently nudging the scarlet head of her sex into the entrance of your own. The glint of her front tooth burying itself in her red lip makes it beyond clear that she's holding herself back from burying her entire length into you in one stroke as her cock crawls forward into you. Gentle or not, you deny that the woman looming over of your submissive form fits inside of you like a glove, not too big nor too small. She was just right, and the way your walls were constricting around her most likely made it obvious to you both. As you feel her balls softly smack into your rear, signaling that all of her cock is inside of you, she gives a much quicker tug backwards and this time buries herself into you with an overpowering thrust. You aren't sure if it's an establisment of dominance or simply for her own pleasure, nor do you care. You only want more of it, you only want her to unload her balls in whichever hole she chooses. <img src="Images/raevon_bloodlake2.gif"> \ As each thrust into your soaking, teased cunt grows it speed and strength, and you know it's only going to get crazier as you find her hands placed adjacently on each side of your rib cage. Given all the leverage she needs, she lifts your torso until you're given a straight view of her slippery cock gliding in and out of you. It's a mix of the gravelly groans hissing through her teeth, the pulsing of her cock inside your pussy, and the erotic gaze looking right into your own - a mix that all but gives away that she's closing in on the promised land. <img src="Images/raevon_bloodlake3.gif"> \ If her cock hadn't been a dead giveaway to an oncoming orgasm, then raising her torso and once again increasing the power in her thrusts certainly was. Her eyes are locked into your own, her breasts bounce in unison with your own, and you most definitely aren't far behind in the orgasm department. You knew trans women existed, but you never actually thought of being with one sexually. It had nothing to do with fetishizing her, but all to do with her being a gorgeous woman that carried a working package below the belt. You never expected to have one on top of you, repeatedly slamming her hips into you with all the strength she has, but the fact that she had a cock hanging in between her legs didn't mean she knew a woman's body. She knew exactly where to go and where to touch. Maybe that was sexual experience with other women doing the speaking, or maybe it was just her thinking like a woman, but the difference was negligible. Your body was still feeling the slame regardless of her biological gender, and apparently so was hers You don't know if she's making it obvious for you or not as she starts to growl incoherently, her voice ever so slightly cracking in spurts, but it's clear she's finally reaching the peak of her pleasure. The intensity of the eyes searing holes into you is only matched by the now violent thrusts into your begging cunt, your tossed sexual juices acting as the lubricant that drives her even further into your depths. Then one final thrust crashes into your pelvis. "Enjoy it, you little slut." There's seconds of complete silence as her tense torso hangs over you, the only movement being the throbbing cock trying to instinctively trying to inch itself ever closer to your cervix. Despite looking like she's lost in the throes of a powerful orgasm, you feel nothing but the swelling of her cock. There's no warmth or more moisture from her cum, just the writhing tool within you. You couldn't help but wonder if all the medication and estrogen dried her out, so to speak. But as quickly as that thought came to your mind, you were shown just how wrong your assumption about her fertility was. The gasp that exploded from her shut mouth was followed with what you could only describe as an explosion inside of you. <<if $RJPreg eq true>>It was different from the time Judas unloaded his seed into you. You could feel the heat and the moisture inside you, but you had to focus to feel more from him. When she finally started to cum, it was like someone popped a balloon inside of your pussy. The heat and the moisture was the same, it was the power that was different.<</if>>\ <img src="Images/raevon_bloodlake4.gif"> \ It feels like a geyser went off in your pussy, exploding as deeply as it could in your cunt. All of your insides sex were soaked in her cum, and she still wasn't done as her hips continue to sacrifice the rest of the swimmers her testicles can offer your womb. It isn't until she pulls her still-erect cock out of your trembling hole that you realize just how much cum she filled you with. She smacks you thigh, her smile leaving her face. "I'll catch you later, Rae. Maybe your mom'll let me have you. It's Von, by the way. My name." But you don't have the time to guess just how much cum is already in you, or register anything she just told you outside of her name as you almost instantly find yourself surrounded by [[three hard cocks]].

EoC for 0.5. Sorry for those that decided to skip/dislike the trans/shemale content.

EoC for 0.6

There wasn't. Judas wasn't wrong when he said your life was over, but you thought that was with only him. You never thought he was going to pawn you off on a man you've never even met. Judas promised he was going to get you out in so many ways, but could you even believe Judas after what he'd done to you, after what he's forced you into? Seeing Danny that night created a domino effect that you couldn't come back from, a domino effect that's all but turned you into a breathing fleshlight. The dry cock balls deep inside of you was only a painful reminder that being fucked, that being raped were all you were good for. You couldn't have know if it was the lack of lubrication or if Eddie was waiting for something, but the girthy slab of meat within your already ravaged walls only seemed to throb in place inside of you. You knew that it was nothing more than it was, simply a calm before a painful storm. <img src="Images/raeed_caught1.gif"> \ That calm came to a fierce end as Eddie pulled his entire cock free from you and reamed it back inside, elicting a shrill, but shockingly defeated cry while his manhood relentlessly scraped through you. All you could feel was pain of his dry shaft sliding in and out of you, but an answer to dryness came much quicker than you ever could have expected it to. At first you though it was the copious amounts of precum you were shown your first time with Eddie, and you wouldn't allow your body to betray you again, but something moist was allowing Eddie to glide into you. The obvious conclusion hit you as soon you felt those warm fluids run down your legs. It wasn't your juices or his, or even lube. It was your own blood allowing him to force his length into you at full speed without any resistence, but it was also that same blood taking the pain away. "@@.ed;Whoa, look at all that blood,@@" he smacked your ass, joined with a weak laugh. "@@.ed;Cry, bitch. This won't end until my hand is soaked in your tears.@@" Each new thrust into you was given the aftermath of your chest being repeatedly slammed into the wall, every square inch of your skin following the momentum of the impact right into your back. Again and again, you try to block out the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you by escaping to anywhere but home, but each time you manage to slip into some kind of nether, you're pulled back by Eddie with some new trick. A thumb in your ass, a sadistic spank with some kind of object you couldn't quite see out of your peripheral, your hair being pulled. If it wasn't physical, then it was Eddie whispering in each of your ears. How he looks forard to you being bred, how he wished he could've done it himself, how he would make sure the day would come when I would witness him raping my child right in front of you. All of his evil thoughts were projected into you, vocally and physically. Each word sent erratic thumping throughout his shaft and the vague whimpers that came with that final threat appeard to be the final straws. His final thrust crashed into your rear just seconds after as he lodged his length as far as he could go into you and unloaded his seed into the deepest depths of your raw, abused pussy. Every time the base of his cock pulsed inside me, his shaft would swell even further, locking his entire load in me like a dog knotting his bitch. You begin to pull towards what feels like a mattress at your right, ready to collapse out of pain and stress with the assumption that Eddie is done with your pussy, but you aren't given the pleasure of being able to lie down. Eddie responds to your push forward by pulling you back into his pelvis by the grip on your mouth, and the dread is continued once more with renewed thrusts into a sex stained red with your blood. This time, however, Eddie lowers your torso over the red sheet all while his cock never fails to halt it's movement in you. "@@.ed;I'll keep going until you can't take it anymore, until you're begging for me to end you. Until you wish you were another worthless whore living another worthless life.@@" You can feel the heat of Eddie's chest resting on your shoulder blades as his simmering breath looms over your earlobe. Exhale, thrust. Inhale, thrust. His breathing, whether purposeful or not, reveals his intent to you. The heavy breaths preceed his pelvis violently crashing into you from behind, while the lighter breaths are followed by several long, quiet thrusts in and out of a cunt lubricated by his own semen. "@@.ed;It's really too bad. You could've been my right hand, one of the women who would take over this world with me. As they say, a man is only as strong as the woman behind him, but fate has a different plan for you. You'll start a new life, with a new family. Maybe one day you'll come back to my side or maybe you won't, just know that once I rule this planet, my kingdom will always have a dungeon waiting for you,@@" Eddie plants a kiss on the nape of your bare neck. "@@.ed;I hope you enjoy what little time you have left as Ryan.I know I am.@@" <img src="Images/raeed_caught2.gif"> \ Eddie lifts himself from your back, but keeps his palm over your mouth, only this time setting his left on your shoulder. You just as quickly figure out why he set his hand there, too, as your entire frame is forced down onto his cock. Eddie repeats himself, the instensity of each thrust eliciting a piercing smack throughout the room while he happily obliges to filling you with his manhood. But it's that very manhood that creates the other issue dwelling in the pit of your stomach. With no dryness or pain to pull your attention from what was happening, there was nothing to distract you or your body from the feeling nature provided you. Your mind didn't care about your body, and all your body cared about was the fat cock raping itself into you and the pleasure it was forcing you to feel. Even your body is spelling it out of you now, you are just a bitch in need of breeding, and cumming around his cock was your womb's way of drawing out more of his seed. You both notice it at the same moment, right as your eyes widen. Your body has officially thrown your rationality to the curb, forcing you to endure each milisecond of your cunt contracting around his cock. Eddie reciprocates the narrowing of your walls by increasing the speed of his thrusts even further. Your body is all but forced to embrace the orgasm being fed to your nerve-endings by his cock, and soon it's far too close to ignore. Eddie grunts harshly from above, joined only by a hoarse chuckle as his rapid-fire thrusts refuse to slow. Perhaps it's because your cunt is already smothered in his cum, or maybe you're finally going numb, but you almost miss the feeling of your walls being further doused in his seed. There's now a predominant sloshing sourced from your intertwined fluids only muffled by his cock forcing your insides to swallow him whole. "@@.ed;Go ahead, I give you permission to cum.@@" As if your body is completely under his control, your knees buckle right under you as you slip off of his cock, falling onto your hands and knees at the side of some sort of cold metal. Your body continues to tremble while you remain on all fours, your cunt and asshole wagging in a desperate hunt for more cock as a cocktail of bodily fluids gush down your legs. But you aren't given even a minute to come down from your orgasm as you find your lithe frame being lifted to it's original position. Where you feel the head of his cock kissing your entrance once more. You're only able to pray as his spreads your lips apart. [[Pray that this will be over soon]].

<img src="Images/raeed_caught3.gif"> \ How many days has it been now? Every morning, you wake up with his dick inside of you or with a bunch of cum in pooled in between your legs. You've long lost count of how long you've been held captive in this darkness, all you know is that you always seem to be woken up by being fucked. You lie there for hours, trying to conceal your crying on the slim chance that Eddie made a suprise visit. But if you've learned anything about Eddie, it was that he did everything in patterns. With practically no change. That applied to you, as well. You woke up with his cock in you, where he repeatedly filled you with his cum and then disappeared for what you assume was the rest of the day. He would visit you once more later in your 'day' and try to talk to you, and then Candace would you a plate of cold food immediately after. Rinse and repeat. The only flickers of change that ever occured were the rare moments he spoke to you like a human being, or when he offered you a way out. This morning was no different, you could feel the cool air grazing across bared nether lips already drenched in a layer of lukewarm cum that you were only able to assume was different from the seed lubricating your insides. This feeling was no different either, so much so that it begged the question, what was his endgame? Why was he repeatedly doing this to you, day after day? Did he just want to break you until you were begging him to put a bullet in your skull? Did he want you to beg him to stop, to start over from the beginning? Was Eddie just toying with you, raping you until you psychologically had nothing left to give? You never struggled to begin with, wasn't that all he wanted, to make you pliable enough to sell to someone who would do far worse things to you? The finish line finally appeared that morning, right as he unloaded his seed into you yet again. "@@.ed;I was starting to wonder if I was just going to have to cut my losses and kill you, but I'm glad to see that little glimmer in your eyes is finally gone. It took you long enough, but you finally gave up and accepted that this version of Ryan will be lost forever,@@" Eddie begins to pet your cheek. "@@.ed;Tell me you want me to stop like a good girl and I'll pull out right now.@@" "@@.rae;Can you take it out of me, please?@@" "@@.ed;Will you listen to me and the person who wants to take you in?@@" Eddie pulls his cock almost entirely out of you, leaving just the head in place. "@@.ed;Tell me that you'll be a good girl for daddy, and that you'll love whoever comes to take you.@@" "@@.rae;I'll be [[a good girl]], Daddy, and I-. . .I promise I'll love whoever comes to pick me up.@@" "@@.ed;There you go, that's my little Private Ryan.@@"

Several seconds of only clanking chains pass, accompanied by only the sensation of the cold metal leaving each of your ankles. Your bound wrists are freed just moments after being let out of the chains. The weight of the bed shifts suddenly, leaving you in wait as the footsteps grow more distant. You have questions, but the biggest being exactly where he went and if he left you to move around the room freely. Your answer is a resounding no as you suddenly hear loud clunk and some kind of sound you could only describe as a surge. The lights bursting on follow that mysterious sound, forcing you to shut your eyes and gently try to ease your sight back into the bright lights you haven't seen in what feels like months. You cautiously tear your eyes lids open, where you're met with an all but unshocking sight in between your legs. There lied patched of dried blood, fresh and old cum, and enough dirt to turn even the most desperate man away. Maybe that was just a touch hyperbolic, but it was still a disgusting sight, one you can't believe he had his cock in. "@@.rae;Eddie, where am I?@@" He steps in front of you, offering both of his hands to you. "@@.ed;It's Daddy, and take a look around you. This is where you would've ended up if you put up a fight with me. If this still hadn't worked, I would've either turned you into a fuckdoll for the rest of your life or killed you. I'm glad I didn't have to do either, you're worth far too much for that.@@" <img src="Images/raeed_dun1.jpg"> \ You slowly raise your eyeslids, waiting for the rest of your skull to follow as you look straight ahead. Further into the room, chained along the left side of the wall, you see six naked women with boxes over their heads. There's no noise coming from them, no withheld trembling, crying or even sobbing, just six women standing as still as the night. If it weren't for the expanding chests of varying sizes, then you just might've assumed they were life-like sex dolls. . .or were they the 'fuckdoll' that Eddie was reffering to? <img src="Images/raeed_dun2.jpg"> \ Just across from the women with boxed heads, you see five more girls tied up and hanging from their torso, left with just enough length to stand onto the thin, vertial pieces of wood underneath each of them. Their actions were similar to the other six girls, no crying or screaming, there was no emotion in any of them. All of them had signs of awareness, though, made obvious by their pleading eyes aimed at you. I don't know why they're looking at me like that, I would never betray Dad. . .Wait, am I really thinking that, or were those pills really the same thing Judas gave me? Eddie stand beside you at your right, where he gently strokes the crown of your skull with his short fingernails. "@@.ed;Don't worry about these girls, they'll find their way soon enough. That said, there's been a stalemate with your purchase. . .All of them are offering the exact same amount of money, but won't budge any higher. So, since you've been a good girl and being the lenient man I am, I thought I would let you choose who you'll live your new life with. Does that sound good to you, Ryan?@@" "@@.rae;Uh, Daddy. . .@@" [[Nod and say yes.]] [[Frown and beg to stay with Daddy.]]

You follow Daddy into his office, all too aware of the new and old cum gushing down each of your legs. You feel dirty and used, but you know it's your fault for trying to flee to begin with, but all you had to was beg him to stop. All you had to do was submit to Daddy and be a good girl, but you wouldn't listen to him, so he had to force you to. It was the only option he had, and despite the painful throbbing of your raw sex, he only did it with your best interests in mind. He did it so that you could be a good girl for everyone, but especially for the new family that would take you in. Daddy skirts around the mahogany desk and pulls open a draw from the other side, where he lifts and sets a manila onto his desk, just to the left of his illuminated keyboard. You lace your fingers together in silence, waiting for Daddy to acknowledge and finally speak to you, but you aren't going to speak unless you are spoken to. That's what good girls do, and that's what Daddy wants you to be. You aren't sure if it's a test or not, but he looks up just moments after with a knowing smile before pointing at the now open folder. "@@.ed;That's my Ryan. Now, like I said, all of them aren't budging on their price. In most cases, I'd just go with the person I have the best. . .business relationship with, but I ain't especially close to any of these guys. What I have here is information on each of them, mostly a photo of the client or their families, along with some vague info about who they are and what they want. All of these people are checked thoroughly by my 'employees' and interviewed to make sure nothing blows up in our face. Go ahead and take a look.@@" Eddie turns the folder around and slides it toward you. <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="Images/raeed_daveylindsay.png" width="300" /> Client(s): David "Davey" Sheffer and Lindsay Sheffer (Wife). David Sheffer is the frontman for platinum-selling hard rock band, Hollower. Lindsay Sheffer is a artist and photographer, both share a home in New York. Reason for Acquisition of Product (Quoted): "Davey and I are happy with our relationship and we wouldn't mind opening the door for someone else. The problem is that I can't have children, so by showing Ryan a home and a loving relationship, I feel like we can show her what a real family is by making one. That way, all of us can be happy." Specification of Product(s): Must be fertile/willing to get pregnant immediately, attractive is preferred, must be willing to participate in poly/open and/or bi-sexual relationships. Willing to participate in rough sex and other fetishistic acts is preferred but not required. Will Product be Offered to Others for Profit?: No. Intent for romantic or possible slave relationship is clear.\ <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="Images/raeed_devin.png" width="300" /> Client(s): Devin Hyde. Current bantamweight champion of the UFC and co-founder of Seven Sins Gym. Lives in a Lynn Penthouse on Las Vegas Strip, often visited by mother who lives two penthouses below him. Reason for Acquisition of Product (Quoted): "I need a woman who can be natural standing at my side in public, but will cater to my every whim in the bedroom. I've heard good things, and I hope stands true." Specification of Product(s): Submissive, masochistic, and willing to do anything asked short of permanent harm. Openness to bondage, pet play, gagging and blindfolding, and swinging are preferred, but not required. Will Product be Offered to Others for Profit?: No. Not unless Product 'wishes for it'. <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="Images/raeed_nia.png" width="300" /> Client(s): Father of Nia Harris. Father is ex-talent scout and manager, Nia owns a pair of flower shops in the Seattle area and currently runs a single one herself. Reason for Acquisition of Product (Quoted): No specific reason was given by client. However, some research and looking at the specifications says that Nia's father, or perhaps Nia herself, is replacing <<link "daughter/sister">> <<popover 'noclick'>>[img[Images/Angel.jpg]]<</popover>> <</link>> lost in a car crash three years ago. Multiple instances of her mentioning a sister that doesn't exist have occurred. Surgical and visual alterations to Product will be covered by client. Specification of Product(s): Not much was given. Just hardworking and friendly. Internet history and searches for Nia result in a lot of BDSM, of the dominatrix variety. Appears to be dominant, but unclear. Transfer to surgical center is prepared upon purchase. Will Product be Offered to Others for Profit?: Unclear. <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="Images/raeed_yungsix.png" width="300" /> Client(s): Billy "YungSix" Holmes. After spending years as Eminem's protege, Billy rose into stardom at 17. Known for his laid back demeanor and love for hallucinogens. Lives on the coast in a six-bedroom villa in Jamaica. Reason for Acquisition of Product (Quoted): "I know this ain't a dating site or some shit, but I'm fuckin' tired of girls just wanting me for the money and clout. I don't even care about looks or sex anymore, just want that ride or die who's there for me." Specification of Product(s): No smoking and willing to 'party'. Nothing else was said. Will Product be Offered to Others for Profit?: No. <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="Images/raeed_alexhailey.png" width="300" /> Client(s): Alex Sullivan, detective for Torrance PD. Father of twenty year-old daughter Hailey Sullivan. He lost his wife in the crossfire of a bank robbery gone awry and never remarried/dated. Reason for Acquisition of Product (Quoted): "I want to give Hailey the sister she never got the chance of having, and I'm sure she would love an extra pair of hands for her child." Interviewer Note: Can't confirm, but possible incestual relationship between Alex and his daughter. She has a very clear signs of a late first trimester pregnancy, Alex's lack of dating would also make sense. Unsure of what to make of him, be careful. Specification of Product(s): Younger appearance, removal of tattoos. No drug usage and/or smoking would be preferred. Willing to try new things, open to new ideas. Wouldn't answer on sexual intent or qualities. That was all he specificed on. Will Product be Offered to Others for Profit?: To quote, "never". <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="Images/raeed_weaver.png" width="300" /> Client(s): The Weaver family. Run of the mill home. Parents are high school sweethearts, daughter Dana was born just after graduation. Twin brothers Ayden and Craig were born two years later. Wife, Heidi, appears to be typical helicopter mother. Rick and his brother own their own law firm. Reason for Acquisition of Product (Quoted): "Ayden and Craig are entering their second year at Yale and I need to make sure they're focused on only school. Not parties or those. . .tramps on campus. If they get her pregnant, at least we can support them insteading of giving some slut child support. Giving them everything they need under their own roof should help with focusing on school." Specification of Product(s): Loyal and submissve, must take orders well. No aesthetic or visual changes. No substances of any kind, unless offered by family. Will Product be Offered to Others for Profit?: No. EoC for the time being.

EoC for 0.6

Lindsay = Kristy Black = Aidra Fox = MaryJane Johnson

You're uncertain about Smash, if you're being completely honest with yourself. All you really know about him is that he's the school's ex-starting wide reciever turned small-time drug dealer and local rapper. He sounds like a walking plotline to some Christian redemption movie about a player who gets a second chance on the gridiron and verbosely learns that god forgives all, that those who accept the lord in their heart will always be given another chance in life no matter how heavy the sin. But your only other option is Mr. Traf. The idea of asking a teacher if he can supply you with drugs is a bit ludicrous, no matter how you shape it. Smash was sketchier, sure, but your options were limited and he was the most realistic. As uncertain as you are, you have to do this without running back to Judas. Even if Judas didn't say so, this is a test of your competency to serve him. There's just a feeling in your gut telling you that you're being evaluated. You sigh and finally give in to your uncertainty, trying to approach Smash without drawing attention to yourself. Smash wasn't exactly your crowd and people would start talking, which is the last thing a dealer probably wants. It didn't have anything to do with race and more to do with the notoriously shady people he spent his time with, along with just a simple lack of commonality. You both come from completely different worlds, the likelihood of having something in common with each other is minimal, at best. <img src="Images/raesmash_intro.gif"> \ Right as you begin to approach Smash, you unwittingly waltz right in between Smash waving a gigantic stack of cash and mouthing someting towards the guy you saw next to him earlier holding a phone a few feet away. Smash glances away from the camera as his eyes meet yours, flashing you a glistening white smile, ever so slowly making his way toward you with confident strides. You don't have time to react, nor are you sure how to as you watch the phone's camera pan toward you, leaving an opening for Smash to work his right arm around your waist while he sets the cash into both of your hands. ♪ @@.smash;Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto.@@ ♪ As Smash references 'bougie bitches' while echoing the song playing from his phone, his long fingers slice through your hair, tracing the shallow contour of your collarbone until his middle finger catches your necklace. If that hadn't been enough on it's own, he made a show of stepping behind you, wrapping his arm around your throat, and then finally taking a handful of your ass for the camera. Maybe you were simply walking at his speed or maybe you wanted to get back at him in some way, but instead of walking away offended, you lean over slightly and nestled your ass against his crotch. "That's all we need here, man. Still on for the last few shots at Em's place on Friday?" his friend-slash-cameraman takes a peek at you with a raised brow, but doesn't say anything. "I got another gig here in a few, need to go and prep." "@@.smash;Bet,@@" Smash gives him a brofist before similarly bringing his attention to you. "@@.smash;Looks like I'm about to bust another bitches nigga cherry. I don't know where Swallow is finding these girls, but damn. Fuckin' fine.@@" You try your best to ignore the borderline misogynistic statement he made about breaking your 'black dick cherry', but you also catch the name Swallow and something about bringing girls to him. The only time you saw Smash with a girl at school was <<link "Emily Wallace">> <<popover 'noclick'>>[img[Images/raemomslave_em.jpg]]<</popover>> <</link>>, who you could only assume was either one of those 'bougie bitches' he was rapping about, or an actual girlfriend. Honestly, you couldn't quite tell if he was just flexing for the camera or if he really was bragging about all the women sleeping with him. You just weren't abe to understand why a girl like Emily spends her time with guys like Smash or Eric. She seemed to excel at every class, was head of the cheer team until Smash got kicked off, and even made it publicly known that she personally rejected Yale. Why? You didn't have the slightest clue yourself. Maybe she was hypnotized by black cock or something. Jokes aside, she was throwing her entire future to the wayside for a boy that didn't seem likely to have a future himself. It was something of a troubling sight for you, but it also wasn't at all your business. You didn't know either, and you haven't spoken to Emily since your sophomore year for a science project, so what right did you have to chase a girl willingly falling down the wrong path? For all you know, she just wants to exist in 'the life', dangers and all. It wasn't your place to judge, or intervene. He hits you again with that blinding white smile just before he leans into strangers locker, a smile that all but sumbliminally forces you to do the same. "@@.smash;What up?@@" he makes no attempt toward hiding his peering eyes from your skin-tight outfit. "@@.smash;I got some shit to do soon, but if you're down for it, I know where we can go.@@" You can only infer that he's talking about taking you to an empty room and breaking your 'nigga cherry' as he nods towards the end of the hallway. You try to shut down that idea down on the spot by telling him that isn't happening. "@@.rae;I'm not here to have sex you, Smash. I need--@@" Smash either didn't hear you or didn't want to hear you as he takes a wrist that feels ever more pallid against his dark skin and forces your hand into his sagging skinny jeans. You go with it, expecting to cringe and give him a fake compliment about his size, but all that follows is your jaw slowly dropping as your fingertips continue to trace his flaccid cock. That was the scary part, though. He was at least six inches, soft. Assuming he only grew just another two or three inches, he was still bigger than Judas, and just as thick. You had to interally repeat that to yourself. Smash wanted to fuck you with that monster. "@@.rae;You. . .I'm not here for this, Smash,@@" you distantly pull your hands out of his jeans, still absorbed in the heat seemingly glued to your palm. "@@.rae;I need a drug. Something that'll paralyze someone but keep them awake. Do you. . .you know, have anything?@@" Smash leisurely gazes around the hall, biting a lip overshadowed by a knowing, if not teasing smirk. You don't know if he's making you wait simply to screw with you, if he is actually thinking of something, or if he's planning something. While he didn't exactly seem like the type to exploit business for sex, you also realize that he's a teenage guy always looking to get his dick wet. Any boy would likely try to shoot his shot where he can. Smash was no exception. "@@.smash;I probably got somethin' for you, but it ain't cheap. I ain't looking for money either,@@" Smash worms his fingers underneath your skirt. "@@.smash;Let me fuck this little white pussy, and anything you need is on ya' boy until graduation. Smash wants to smash, baby.@@" Beyond simply not fitting inside of you, you had to question if getting your pussy gaped by what felt like a huge cock was worth it. Smash already said he wasn't going to give it to you for just money, he wanted your pussy even at the cost of a likely very expensive drug. Your dilemma here is that even thinking about asking a teacher for drugs seems like straight and narrow path to explusion. You cross your arms in front of Smash and bite your lip. Judas probably wasn't going to he happy seeing your pussy torn in half, but at least he was going to have Mom's pussy because of it. "@@.rae;Fine. Do you have somewhere to do it?@@" "@@.smash;Bet. Ain't too far [[from here]].@@" <<set $raebbc = true>>

You are aware of how reckless this is. No student in their right mind would or should ask a teacher, of all people, to sell them some outlandish drug. Yet, you weren't offered many choices. It was entirely possible that he was caught up in the same rumor mill you were, but the issue with that was that the rumor of him selling drugs stuck around far too long to not have any legitimacy at all. If you tossed in what his background with science was, it started adding up. Maybe he wasn't making it or selling it, but he was involved somehow. You spend the next eight hours brooding over your choice, but as the song of the final bell comes to an end, you're sure that this is the best option. After working your way through the halls and finding Mr. Traf's classroom, you patiently lean yourelf against the wall as you wait for the rest of the school to clear out. Finally, after what feels like an hour of just staring at lockers, you feel the school is finally quiet enough for you attempt this. Pulling the door to the classroom open, you're met with a smooth jazz track playing at low volume from the computer speakers on his desk as his digits mow away at the keyboard of his laptop. It takes the thudding of the door closing for Mr. Traf to tear his attention away from his computer and toward you. A moment of silence passes with his eyes right on you, and while you couldn't confirm, it felt like he was giving you a leisured once-over. Or in a less verbose sense, checking all of you out. <img src="Images/raemomslave_traf2.gif"> \ As his eyes finally decide to leave you, he hits the spacebar on his keyboard and finally stops all together. "@@.traf;Afternoon, Rae. Is there something you need help with in my class? I'll be glad to help you out.@@" "@@.rae;Sort of. I do need some help, just not with schoolwork.@@ "@@.traf;You're going to have to be more specific, I'm afraid. I can't help if I don't know what it is.@@" Despite all of your brooding on the subject, you never stopped to think about how to bring it up without it sounding completely suspect. You don't have a choice at this point, it's too late to back out. You're just gonna have to be blunt about it. Blunt about asking your teacher for drugs, as ridiculous as that sounds. "@@.rae;Do you remember those rumors about you selling drugs? I need something sort of. . .different. I just need a yes or no, there's no need to make this difficult. If you say no, I'll leave and this conversation never happened. Just hear me out,@@" you let out a sigh, the fact that he hasn't stopped you is promising. "@@.rae;I need something that can paralyze a person, but keep them awake.@@" He looks at you quizzically for a moment, likely wondering what a girl like you would need something like that for. It wasn't as if you were a guy desperately trying to date-rape a girl, and you were pretty sure more than a few guys would go out with you if you asked. The only other thought that could've been going through his mind was if you were connected to the police in some way. You werent, and asking for an off-the-wall drug like that probably told him as much. The police would've asked for something more mainstream and then charged him with everything else. "@@.traf;Curare will probably do the job,@@" he answers following the short interlude of silence. "@@.traf;I don't have it here, obviously. Come back here tomorrow after school and I'll give it to you for free. . .one one condition.@@" You already had an idea of where he was going with those last three words as soon as his left hand disappears underneath his desk, but you still manage to utter out a question with an utterly obvious answer. "@@.rae;What is it?@@" "@@.traf;Do I have to spell it out for you? Come sit on my cock. Right here, right now,@@" he raises his eyes from his screen. "@@.traf;Or if you want, we can just end it here and pretend this never happened.@@" [[Take your skirt off.]] [[Change your mind]]

<img src="Images/wdinn.jpg"> \ "@@.traf;Hold on, I was just testing you,@@" Mr. Traf nods, looking at the doorway. "@@.traf;Meet me at this address in twenty minutes. I'll have the Curare with me. If you're late, then no deal.@@" He shuts his laptop and rips a piece of paper out of a nearby student's notebook before writing what looks like an address on it. After a moment shared with the rumbling of the air coniditioner, he slides the leaf of paper over to you, revealing to you where he wants you to meet him. The address is a run down motel a few miles away that was seemingly marketed right at prostitutes. Cheap rooms, but not necessarily clean ones. Just a bed to fuck or do the drug of your flavor on. Nobody was ever actually going to sleep at that dump. Well, literally at least. You quickly agree and leave the school, hop in your car, and make your way to the 'White Dragon Inn'. You weren't sure if it was originally supposed to be a Japanese restuarant or if it was destined to be a drug den with the numerous references to heroin in its name, but what you are sure of is that it's just as much of a shithole as you remember it being. The rumors of blood on carpets, cum stains all over everything, they all started flooding back. You very much believed that people died in these rooms, and they certainly fucked in them, but you never thought you would be one of them. Exactly twenty mintues pass before a white Camry finally brakes into an empty parking spot. Mr. Traf's glasses make it easy to recognize him on the other side of the windshield, but you realize standing in a parking lot famous for hooking up that someone may recognize you, or worse, recognize you and Mr. Traf. If that were to happen, there were a number of excuses you could come up with, but you feel that anyone with a brain would know what was happening. Another quick interlude passes as he seems to entirely ignore your prescence and enters the Motel for a room. Once again, he ignores your entire existence and opens the door to a room a few doors down from you. But as he opens the door and slips inside, you see the key 'accidentally' fall from his hand in front of the room. Approaching the door, you look around you for any seeing eyes and quickly slip the key into the door, turn the knob with it. You worm your way into a room more closely resembling a closet than anything else and swiftly shut the door behind you. As you enter the room, you're greeted with a twitching cock poking through the hole in his pants. At his left, however, is a plaid skirt and some kind of white top above it, all with the cherry that were a pair of thick-framed glasses. "@@.traf;Put them on, and then do something to get me going, slave.@@" "@@.rae;What do you mean? I thought you said you were just testing me? And what do you mean, slave?@@" Mr. Traf snickers some, then looks at you. "@@.traf;Oh, you thought that was about sex? No, sweetheart, I was testing how far you would go for me. Guess what? You're my slave now, and you aren't going to say no, are you?@@" You resist the echo of the lone word in your skull. There's only room for one master in your life, and you won't leave him until his dying breath. He loved you, and you loved him, but then why was his call to you so strong? You manage to break the echo in your mind, and shake your head toward him. "@@.rae;I won't be your slave,@@" you bite back the urge to say anything more. "@@.rae;Now give me the drug, I'll pay if I need to.@@" "@@.traf;You will be my slave, Raelynn. You know why? Because I have everything I need to ruin you. You asking for drugs and offering to strip for me to get them, it's all on camera. Think about how that getting released will look for colleges? How do you think that'll look for holders when you take over BloodLake? Do you really think they'll want some coke fiend running a fifty billion dollar operation? Give me an answer right now, what are you to me?@@" You attempt to resist the hypnotic echo again, but with each syllable, you can feel your resistance growing weaker. "@@.rae;I'm. . . just your student, Mr. Traf.@@" The backside of his palm quickly collides with your cheek. "@@.traf;Wrong. Get on your knees and repeat it after me. I am your slave.@@" "@@.rae;Stop!@@" you shout, your anger all but uttering the secrets you didn't want to come free for you. "@@.rae;I. . .I already belong to my master, and he won't be happy when he hears about this. I won't leave him.@@" "@@.traf;Interesting, so you already have a master you serve. You'll have to tell me who he is,@@" you are backhanded once more, the pain accented by the domineering hoarsness in his voice. "@@.traf;Say it. Now. I am your slave.@@" Your resistance all but disinergrates around you as that familiar lone word crashes through your mind repeatedly, leaving no room for your own thoughts. You didn't need Judas anymore, any master who was careless enough to let his slave go was a master you didn't need. The man in front of you, while not as splendidly endowed as your brother, was as much of a master as he was. You could tell with a simple glance, he would give love and pleasure when needed, and he would punish when needed. He would fill you with his child if he saw you worthy, and he would use you for his pleasure for as long as he needed your worthless existence. You were built serve any master who wanted you, you existed only to pass on their legacies. That was your role as a woman, and more importantly, a slave. "@@.rae;I am your slave.@@" "@@.traf;And who am I to you, slave?@@" "[[My master.]]"

You aren't sure what it is, but there's something in the air. There was no other word you could use to descibe it other than 'off', like being peeped on in a changing room. You couldn't see the eye looking at you, but you feel it's presence. While it wasn't contextually the same, the feeling was. That presence in the air, that churning feeling in your gut was telling you to leave, but you couldn't. Your feet were simply stuck to the carpet beneath you. "@@.rae;Uhm, nevermind? I'll ask someone else. . .@@" Robotically, you spin on your feet and attempt to stretch your strides to the door, but you're soon find yourself halted by his deepening voice. "@@.traf;Come back here for a moment, Raelynn. There's something I need to show you before you go. It'll only take a moment.@@" You loudly swallow, taking timid, shallow steps toward your Chemistry teacher. That 'off' feeling growing in you only becomes strong with every stride closer, and you can only hope that you're feeling things. But the pressure crushing down on your shoulders wasn't helping to eradicate those feelings in the slightest, it only made them worse. Despite the knot in your throat and the churning of your stomach, you stand at his left side and wait for him to continue. He glides his index finger along the silver trackpad and double taps an icon with a black play button on his desktop. A window swiftly opens and immediately reveals what is clearly footage or some kind of feed of the classroom, made that much more obvious by you practically waddling your way into the frame. He opens another window and double taps again, sliding his finger to the far left of his trackpad before he turns his laptop screen towards you. The screen promply displays you walking into the left side of the feed, your arms crossed just like they were moments ago. @@.rae;Do you remember those rumors about you selling drugs? I need something sort of. . .different. I just need a yes or no, there's no need to make this difficult. If you say no, I'll leave and this conversation never happened. Just hear me out,@@ you watch yourself sigh, @@.rae;I need something that can paralyze a person, but keep them awake.@@ You can only stand there and watch as the rest of your conversation unravels on screen. He recorded everything, and it doesn't exactly take a genius to puzzle together what he was going to do with it. The obvious is that he's going to blackmail you with it, but for what exactly? Your immediate answer is sex. He'll fuck you in exchange for not doing anything with that footage, but was there any chance he was going to force you to sell his drugs? While it was probably a no looking at it rationally, he also had a way of keeping you loyal while digging you even deeper doing it. "@@.traf;Here's the deal, Raelynn. I'm going to fuck that hairless little cunt when and how I please from now on. if I text you, you come. Don't worry, though. I have a laundry list of little sluts like you, so it'll once in a blue moon that I blow my load all over that pretty face. Now get your fucking clothes off.@@" You stumble backwards, both in fear and in an attempt to run, but he's quick rise and catch you by your wrists. "@@.rae;No,@@" your growl, trying to tear your arms free from his grip, although it's clear right away that you're fight a losing battle. "@@.rae;I'm not going to do anything with yo-@@" He gives you no chance at uttering anything more as he throws you into a one-eighty and shoves you into the long desk, wasting no time in bending you over it. "[[I didn't say you had a choice, bitch.]]"

<img src="Images/raetraf_no.gif"> \ The first piece of cotton to fall is your skirt as it fell to your ankles, leaving you in the pair of dark boyshorts you chose to put on due to your lack of clean underwear. As he works the boyshorts over your hips, you unsucessfully try to writhe free from the forearm buried in your shoulder blades, only to be interrupted with the swift swat colliding with your bare right cheek. As he leaves your boyshorts around your knees, you feel his cotton-covered chest rest against you back, bent over just enough for him to turn his laptop toward you. His belt buckle clanks and echoes through the silence, joined far too quickly by the tinny grinding of his zipper being pulled. Left to watch yourself from several angles as your pallid rear is exposed on camera and likely being recorded with it, you know better than to continue to resisting him. If it isn't going to be him holding the drugs over you, then you know it'll be this. Both have their own advantages for him, but either one would've been bad publicity for my parents and BloodLake. <img src="Images/raetraf_no2.gif"> \ Your teacher lifts you from his desk, his fingers now tightly lodged into your throat. "@@.traf;Do you have any idea how many panties and pussies I see under those fucking desks every day? Do you have any idea how it feels to have girls think it's funny to tease me by touching themselves right in front of me? Do you know how much willpower it takes to hold back from jumping on one of them and bringing a new life into the world?@@" he slams you back down onto the desk, his fingers gently threatening to overtake your mound. "@@.traf;I had enough of it and finally hid cameras. Between you whores flashing your panties at the camera, playing with yourselves under your desks, and asking me for drugs, I'm getting more than enough financially and sexually.@@" His index finger and thumb begin to descend your nether lips until they land inches apart from your opening. All it takes is a blink and soft whimper coming from you to feel his digits peeling your labia apart, exposing your dark entrance to his fingertips. "@@.traf;I already know I'm gonna make a killing off of fucking you to tears.@@" Part of you can only assume he was trying to get a reaction out of you, but after spending all that time with Danny and the men he allowed to purchase your holes, you could only wonder how much this was going to affect you. Were you numb to have cocks forced into you, or would it feel just as fresh as the first time? You didn't want to find out, but you didn't exactly have a choice. You were your teacher's hole, at least for the next twenty minutes. You're jarred out of your thoughts as you hear him spit from behind you, the plop of it landing in his palm and sloshing number that followed it only gave away the disgusting nature of what was happening behind you. The disgust of that sound is suddenly turned into feeling when you feel two of his moist digits enter you with what you can only presume is the same spit his cock is smothered in. His digits proceed to glide in and out of you, spreading his saliva inside of your sex. But his fingers inside of you are short-lived, replaced by the glans of his hard manhood smearing that much more of his saliva across your opening. You're forced to feel the head of his cock against your lips just moments afters, accompanied by the forceful thrust into your cunt. Maybe it was being taken by your master's big cock, but you were surprised to not feel anything more than a far below average dick parting your womanhood. Despite the small size of his cock, his jerky thrusts carried a ton of velocity behind them, enough to create a sliver of pain with every time his pelvis collided with yours. You tried your best to hide it all, the pain and the shame, the tears that wanted to outline the roundness of your, but you couldn't show it to him. Just like you tried so hard to do with Danny, you tried to shut the world around you out. But unlike Danny, he was more than prepared to prevent that. Once again, you were torn out of your makeshift heaven only to fall onto the fist smashing into your ribs, forced to feel his cock swell in you as that first fist met your pallid skin. With your eyes locked into the camera in front of you, you can only watch while the same fist that just collided with you slowly ascends your spine, his fingertips leisurely sailing over your bare shoulder blade. Those fingertips finally land at the crown of your skull, where they latch to your hair and violently rip your head off the desk, the precursor to your head being thrown down into the desk with all the strength he could muster. You, already lacking breath, nearly lose consciousness as he does it a second time, this time leaving his fingers tangled in your hair. You're brought back to reality by only the sound of his voice rumbling above you. "@@.traf;If I didn't already have my little slut Janine Sawyer at home with another runt about to pop out, I'd put one in you myself.@@" Your eyes widen at your teacher uttering her name around you, he was sending a clear message to you with it. Janine, next to Sam, was probably one of your closest friend through junior high and up until your freshman year. Somewhere through the first quarter of your freshman year, Janine went missing, almost as if she vanished of the face of the earth. There was no signs of her wanting to run away and she was probably one of the few people that had a hard time making enemies, there were no traces of her. The case was essentially closed when they found the outfit she was reported to be wearing when she went missing with traces of herhair and signs of cleaned blood in her boyfriend's car. He never admitted to doing it, but they had all the evidence they needed to put him away. Justice was served, or at least you thought it was. He laughed. "@@.traf;I still might, if I ever feel like-@@" "@@.rae;You kidnapped her?@@" you begin to struggle. "@@.rae;You're a desperate fucking loser who can't get a willing pussy even if he pays for it, so you have to resort to kidnapping and raping high school girls? You're a sick fuck.@@" Your head is raised and smashed into the desk once more, accompanied by the roughs thrusts still being pounded into your lower body. "@@.traf;What was that? I couldn't quite catch it.@@" "@@.rae;Fucking ki-@@" For a fourth time, your head is smashed into his desk in front of his laptop. "@@.traf;You said you want me to cum inside you? That's risky, since you might get pregnant if you aren't on the pill, and I don't think Janine would be too happy about it, either. I'm sorry, but I can't. . .at least for now.@@" <img src="Images/raetraf_no3.gif"> \ Another weighted fist is sent into your rib cage, forcing the air out of your lungs once more. You don't have a second to spare before you feel his hands leave your lower body entirely, only to meet along the circumference of your throat. Every thrust into your womanhood is violent, the tightness of his digits around your throat clenching with each new collision into your reddened, raw derrière It isn't but a few shallows strokes until the air being allowed to leave your lungs all but vanishes entirely. Whether it's the body's natural reaction to stimulation or simply the stress on your body from being choked, you feel your cunt grow even narrower around his small cock, enough to result in the added pleasure he was looking for. All you can see in the reflection of the screen inches away is a portrait of yourself all but dyed in the red of having your oxygen stolen from you. Your vision begins to blur within his grip as you hear your heart thumping within your skull. Perhaps it was subconscious desperation to live, for yourself and master, that forced your hands to flail wildly on the desk with just the lone intent of reaching for something sharp. You quickly come up fruitless, left with only your consciousness fading as his manhood continues thrusting into you. Left limp underneath your teacher, you're repeatedly driven forward over the veener as the world around begins to darken. Just as you begin to think that you're final sight is going to be you being raped on camera, you begin coughing as fresh air infiltrates yours burning lungs. And you're just as swiftly answered why when you realize that his cock is no longer inside of you, but above you. <img src="Images/raetraf_no4.gif"> \ Despite the violence he projected onto you, the groan signaling his orgasm was anything but as the warmth of his thin, runny seed falls into your vaugely spread crack and slowly covers both of your holes in a nearly anemic amout of cum. Everything about him fit the stereotype. Fat, reclused, glasses, ugly. . .he was a loser that was probably a virgin until he kidnapped Janine and forced her to have his kids. He took advantage of technology, beat up on anything smaller then him, and attempted to take what was taken from him. The girls who laughed at him growing up, the money stolen from him every day by a bully, the lack of sex for thirty-plus years. You, Janine, and every girl that had been witness to those cameras were little more than revenge. Any bonus that came along with taking advantage of any girl who 'wronged' were his just deserts. Without so much as taking a minute to come down from his orgasm, you're ripped away from his desk by your hair and thrown into the wall, right underneath the spotless whiteboard. Your vision is filled with by a white nothingness as you feel your head violently whip to your right. You look back a second time the moment your vision begins to clear and the same thing happens once more as your head is whipped to your left, but this time accompanied by having it whipped back to the right immediately after. "@@.traf;Don't you ever say no to me, whore. You brought this on yourself.@@" Your skull begins throbbing in every single direction and the taste of iron floods your mouth. Your vision is filled with stars as you try to keep yourself from falling over, and the pounding reverberating through your skull doesn't make it any easier, but right as you are about to give in to the weight of your eyelids you feel his bare kneecap force your head against the wall. You cower slightly, but still manage to [[raise your eyes]]. <<set $raetrafnodrugs = true>> \

<img src="Images/raetraf_no1.gif"> \ As you're left on the floor with his knee lodged into your larynx, you're all but forced to watch his soft, dangling cock. Even if you actually were able to move well enough to confidently flee, you doubt the shakiness in your vision lends itself well to running. You could scream, but that meant the video about asking for drugs and being raped would end up on the internet to follow you for the rest of your life. While you weren't necessarily okay with having that floating in the ether, the bigger problem was the stain it would put on your parents name and reputation. You know reading 'Privileged white girl caught asking for drugs' or 'Entitled minor celebrity teenager has sextape leaked on internt' wasn't all that rare, but you never that that would be you - and neither did your parents. "@@.traf;If you keep your mouth shut, nobody you care about will see that little sextape we made together, same for the other one asking for drugs. Do I make myself clear, you stupid whore?@@" You have no choice but to nod. "@@.traf;If I call you to come see me, you'll come see me where and when I ask. Always, no exceptions,@@" he runs his thumb across your lips. "@@.traf;I'll cum where I want to cum, and if I knock your whore hole up, then it's your problem to deal with. Do you understand me?@@" You grit your teeth, knowing that agreeing to his terms means betraying your master. You only did this to help him and your mother, but now it's a problem you have to weave yourself out of. You can't risk involving anyone else in this, and finally, you give him the nod he's waiting for. There had to be a way to expose him, but how? Only time would tell, but finding Janine was the best chance if you work under the assumption that he is telling the truth. "@@.traf;Good. Now, stay out for a little while.@@" You feel yourself fall to the floor as [[your vision goes black]], left with only a new pain shuddering through your skull. <<set $raetrafrapetoy1 = true>>\

EoC for 0.6

"@@.traf;Be a good little whore now and put that on,@@" he pointed at the clothes neatly folded at the corner of the bed. "@@.traf;Master wants to see his slave put on a cute little outfit and get his dick hard.@@" Without so much as another order from your master, you quickly strip your form of the rather plain black long sleeve and skirt you chose to wear earlier that morning. If you knew a new master would enter your life today, then you would have put something more befitting of the occasion on, but unsurprisingly, Master came prepared. Unlike yourself. That's why you're below him, left in wait on your knees for his next order. Your master will always be prepared for your failures, and will be ready to punish you when they inevitably come. You feel at home drooling all over a hard cock. Gagging, vomiting, and swallowing every last minisucle drop of cum given to you is where you feel happiest. You belong on all fours with each of your holes on display - ready to be bred and carry on your master's legacy, ready to have your asshole savagely fucked until no cock but your master's will pleasure it, ready to swallow anything that comes from him. His spit, his vomit, his cum, his urine or feces, as long as it would please Master, you would be estastic to become his live toilet. You stand baring all for your Master as you reach over for the white top, where you find a small crop top hanging from each side of your palm. You guide each of your arms through the holes before finally guiding the straps to the center of your chest and tying them into a loose knot. Next in the pyramid of naughty clothes were a pair ruby red lace panties that matched the color of the plaid skirt beneath them. As quickly as the band of the underwear was stretching around your hips, the skirt found itself hanging just passed your ass. High enugh to tease Master, but not enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Finally, you lean forward for a second time and extended your lithe fingertips to clearly fake glasses on the bed, trying to slide them on as sensually as you possibly can with the cheap plastic. Obviously someone like you, who used to boast about her good grades and dreams of taking her parents creation to the next level, didn't exactly have a ton of experience dancing for anyone, not to mention for the sake of turning men on. With a deep breath manifested out of the nervousness to please Master, your digits meet the hem of your skirt as you take shallow steps closer to his sitting form on the bed, conscious to make an effort to add an extra sway to each step. All you can do is copy what you remember from strip club scenes in movies and 'dances' in music videos. <img src="Images/raetraf_slave1.gif"> \ You stop in front of Master and sensually bend yourself over, exposing most of your rear and the bright red panties hiding the vague tingle in between your legs. You bend yourself even lower as the straps of your crop top hang beneath your chest, leaving you ample length to tease your skirt uppwards with your fingertips. Leaving the majority of your ass exposed for Master, you inch backwards and motion your hips to and fro with the imaginary song playing in your head. As you raise your eyes for the first time since putting this outfit on, you find a mirror on the wall across from you. Your jaw nearly falls as you study the exposed body for you. It was certainly purposeful that you resembled many of the 'schoolgirls' in any number of porn videos, but you have nearly nothing on. The white crop top you have on suddenly becomes sheer under the harsh light, giving the spotlight to the soft pink nipples underneath it and leaving the rest of your lissome torso bared for Master to see. Your skirt, however, was built for nothing more than easy access, for the pleasure of the man you wore it for. All together, topped with the glasses, you looked like every thirteen year-old boy's wet dream. But in the real world, you resembled little more than a fucktoy yearning to be roughly taken by any man who had the balls to claim his prize, to mark his territory by fertilizing his seed in his new toy. You looked like a horny, deviant slut who wanted to be ganged up on by the biggest cocks she could find until she was just a dirty, used cum urinal who's only worth is breeding more worthless holes to be destroyed. You feel a pair of fingertips trek down your labia as you gawk at the mirror. "@@.traf;What do you see in the mirror, Rae?@@" "@@.rae;A slut. Master's slut.@@" His index finger enters your sex through your underwear. "@@.traf;That's a good answer, and you're right. . .@@" you feel his warm breath against your bare, pallid cheek. "@@.traf;You see, Janine Sawyer is a great woman. I mean, she's even willing to let another woman be apart of our family, and I've chose you for that. One of her best friends, prettiest too. But she doesn't want to be apart of some of the fantasies I have, especially since we're expecting a little girl in a few weeks now. That's why I chose you, because of what you did in the classroom. Would you like to be a part of our family, Rae?@@" Your eyes widen at your teacher uttering her name around you. Janine, next to Sam, was probably one of your closest friends through junior high and up until your freshman year. Somewhere through the first quarter of your freshman year, Janine went missing, almost as if she vanished of the face of the earth. There was no signs of her wanting to run away and she was probably one of the few people that had a hard time making enemies, there were no traces of her. The case was essentially closed when they found the outfit she was reported to be wearing when she went missing with traces of herhair and signs of cleaned blood in her boyfriend's car. He never admitted to doing it, but they had all the evidence they needed to put him away. Justice was served, or at least you thought it was. You lower yourself onto his lap, where you immediately recognize the hardness within his pant attacking your bare rear. A quiet gasp leaves his lip as you plant his shaft in between your cheeks and teasingly glide crack along his covered manhood. "@@.rae;Is Janine your slave, too, or would she be my mistress? What kind of fantasies would you have me do, Master?@@" "@@.traf;Mistress. You'll listen to her like you do me. If she asks to clean or cook, you do it. If she asks you to eat her cunt, you do it. I want to tie you up on camera let men watch you get repeatedly fucked for hours by a monster-cocked machine. . .The more they pay, the faster it'll go, just for example. Maybe.@@" You aren't sure if you're ready to have the internet dictate your pleasure, but what you're ready for or not doesn't at all matter when it means pleasuring Master. If he wants a machine to fuck you into a coma, then you'll do it to make him happy. The best part of it all is that you get to see Janine again, and if that wasn't good enough, she'll be your mistress now. Maybe she'll be able to teach you more of what Master likes while you make her feel good. "@@.rae;Yes, Master. I want to be a part of your family. I want to make Master and Mistress feel good all the time, whenever they need me.@@" Master wraps his hands around your hips and lifts you off the ground, rotating a full one-eighty just before he gently sets you on the bed. You peek out of the corner of your eye to watch what Master is doing, and you find him unbuttoning his pants inches behind you. It's only moments before he finally whips his cock out, and begins to stroke himself to what you can only assume is your ass. "[[Take your panties off]] and show me what's under that skirt."

<img src="Images/raetraf_slave2.gif"> \ You eye your backside, watching Master's eyes burn holes into your ass as your digits ascend into your skirt and slide your panties down a pair of inviting thighs. After you shimmy your underwear off of your ankles, you bend back over for Master and expose the lower half of your rear as you allow your fingers to meet the bottom of your skirt once more. Inch by tantalising inch, you teasingly raise each side of the skirt just enough to reveal a little bit of more of your sex with each round. It all too quickly comes to an end for you as the plaid side of the skirt lightly brushes against the small of your back with even the slightest of movements, but your disappointment quickly fades with the wet sensation of him dousing your labia in his precum. You were certainly moist enough to be penetrated by Master, and you would be fine if he came inside you right there on the spot, but you still wanted his manhood on your tastebuds for the first time. You wanted to learn, to absorb, to memorize the scent and taste of your Master. Your body needed to learn to submit to anything he ordered, no matter what it was. "@@.traf;Are you on birth control?@@" His fingertips gently brush your loose hair behind your ear as the sensation of his warm breaths overtake the nape of your neck. "@@.rae;No, Master.@@" "@@.traf;Has anyone cum inside of you recently?@@" <<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ You nod. "@@.rae;My other master did.@@" "@@.traf;And who was your other master?@@" You don't want to answer, if only for your new master's safety. "@@.rae;. . .@@" "@@.traf;I'll guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we?@@" <<elseif $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ You shake your head. "@@.rae;My other master never gave me his seed.@@" "@@.traf;And who was your other master?@@" You don't want to answer, if only for your new master's safety. "@@.rae;. . .@@" "@@.traf;I'll guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we?@@" <</if>> His fingertips begin to crawl up your left tricep, gently massaging the bare skin of your arm. Perhaps he was attempting to coax you into revealing who your previous master was, but that was simply a dangerous proposition. Not because of Judas himself, but because of the people behind your former master. Belcroft, specifically. You weren't sure how close he was to your brother, but he was willing to make a murder vanish for him, so they obviously had some trust toward one another. That, or Belcroft had your brother by the balls. Either one made sense, that's why your brother's name needed to stay away from your new master. "@@.rae;Master, please leave it alone. . .I don't want anything to happen to you or Mistress,@@" your eyes meet your Master's glazed over irises. "@@.rae;I'll be anything you need me to be, but my only request is you don't look into him.@@" Master doesn't answer you, all but forcing you to hope that his lust-driven silence was agreement. Instead, Master answers with another statement. "@@.traf;I can't wait to see you crying in pleasure for the rest of your life, always round with my children, round with more daughters for me to breed just like you. You'll be the one to corrupt all of them, to teach them how to pleasure Daddy and how a proper hole should act for him. We're not leaving this room until I've drained all I've got into your cunt.@@" Master's composed demeanor fades, his intensity more than apparent as his fingers clamp around your shoulders and forces your entire torso backwards onto the mattress. Most of you is unsurprised to see his musky, swollen shaft bobbing right over your nostrils. You quickly realize he isn't done the moment his hands take your biceps and tug you to the edge of the bed, allowing him to step backwards with you until your head was hanging off the mattress - lined up directly with the hard cock inches from your lips. Your master's hard cock. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave3.mov"></video></center> \ The Ferrari red head of Master's cock visibly throbs before your lips, a thick bubble of precum threatening to fall from his cock onto the dirty carpet beneath you. As if Master realized that very fact for himself, he runs his head across your lips and smears his natural lubricant over the final barrier to your espohogaus. That final barrier falls like paper and allows safe passage for his shaft. You immediately feel the heat of his precum run down the dark canal as his cock quickly runs head first into the back of your throat. You suffocate your body's yearning to gag as he stuffs his shaft deeper into your mouth. Only inches away from meet the tip of your nose, you find the two globes encased within sagging skin attached to the base of Master's shaft, the two globes carrying the seed promised to pass onto you this afternoon. Master's testicles collide softly with your cheekbones as he forces the remainder of his shaft into your throat and finally triggers your gag reflex, forcing the thick saliva from deep within your throat to explode around his shaft and run down your inverted cheeks. Master gives your cheek a gentle smack as his hips begin to fuck your face, your passage no longer resisting the intruder from traveling deeper into your dark passage. The minor gags continue, whether or not for his pleasure you aren't sure, forcing more of your own saliva to coat your face. Master is feeling good inside of your mouth, and if his pleasure means having your eyes sting from the drool they're drowning in, then you would take it with joy. If going blind meant him feeling more pleasure, then I would happly make my sight disappear for him. Anything for Master. All of your holes were his. All of your childrens holes were his. Your life and everything that came out of you belonged only to Master. No matter how depraved he becomes, I will make his wishes come true, even if that means raping his seed into one of our daughters while he chokes the life out of her. Vessels built for pleasure, vessels built to breed. That's all I would be, and that's all any girl who came out of me would be. "@@.traf;Breath while you can, slut. It's not getting any easier.@@" Master pulls his cock out of your throat, seemingly admiring your face being caked in your own saliva. He lowers the palm of his left hand and brings it to your cheeks just before he begins to smear your spit all over your face. Uncaring of your ruined makeup, foggy glasses, and breathlessness, Master forces the entirety of his shaft back into the depths of your throat. What comes next is signaled by his palms taking hold of each side of your skul and pulling it away. Up and down, up and down, Master abuses your throat like a nightwalker's stretched cunt. But just as you prepare yourself for the oncoming brutality you assumed was well on its way, Master puils out of your throat once again, only this time taking a shallow step backwards. "[[Get on your knees.]]"

<center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave4.mov"></video></center> \ You immediately roll off the bed at your master's beck and call, carefully guiding your knees to the carpet beneath his cock. Caked in your own saliva stained by your ruined makeup, Master makes no attempt at being gentle as he forces nearly half of his shaft into your mouth, giving you only seconds to prepare for what was coming next. It did come, and with a vengeance as all of his sex buried itself into the depths of your throat. You swallow your saliva around Master's cock, both pleasuring him and forcing yourself to gag around his shaft so your throat would constrict around him. As Master pleasures himself with your mouthpussy, you distraitedly come to the realization that all you can see is the hazy figure of Master's pelvis in front you. The fake glasses Master gave you are hazy with the lust-addled warmth gushing off of your skin, leaving you with only with teary eyes from the occasional gag Master forces from you and the feathered apparition causing it. Master takes you by the crown of your skull and forces your mouth down onto the base of his shaft, his palm holding your skull in place just before his free hand joins at the nape of your neck. As his warm testicles form themselves to the shape of your chin, you're given no space to breathe through your mouth or nose. Your nostrils were buried deep into the musky, but nearly oriental scent of his trimmed groin. That scent, however, quickly meets your tastebuds while your tongue toys with the base of Master's shaft. You quickly begin to gather that what you're smelling are faint traces of perfume, and the almost copper-like taste covering your tastebuds most likely belong to the same woman. Were you tasting Mistress's juices on Master's cock? As much as you don't want to acknowledge it as a possibility, you have to wonder if you were tasting Master's child on his cock. You would follow Master regardless of whatever he chose to do, but it was hard to swallow if you did the math with Janine. But even so, all you can do is hope that isn't the case. Master's cock begins swelling in your throat, warning you of either an oncoming orgasm or that he was nearly there. As if reacting to your thoughts, Master tears himself away from your throat and once again reaches for the thick saliva running off of your chin like a waterfall, further smearing your drool and makeup all over your face. You watch Master's hard cock wag as he crosses the room to a destroyed, out of place vanity, where picks up a familiar square pacakage. A sqaure package with a round protrusion. Your head cocks. "@@.rae;A condom?@@" He nods. "@@.traf;I don't want to, but it's risky until Janine okays all of this. Do you understand?@@" "@@.rae;But you said we weren't leaving this room until you've drained your balls in me, Master,@@" you pout, just enough to be cute, but not enough to make him angry. "@@.rae;Mistress got your cum, I want it too.@@" Master's exhales a sigh of hesitance before looking at you. "@@.traf;Do you really want all my cum in you? You're gonna have to show me how much you want it, Rae. Prove to me that you're ready to join our family.@@" "@@.rae;I'll do my best, Master.@@" <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave5.mp4"></video></center> \ You walk on your knees toward Master and lower yourself to crawl through his legs. Once you rest underneath your master, you curl your lissome digits around Master's pulsing shaft while your right pries your master's cheeks apart, exposing his shockingly clean asshole to your parting lips for the first time. Imbued with just the faintest scent of sweat, you slip your saturated appendage through Master's crack until the point of your tongue is moistening the outer rim of his shaved hole. While your hand gently pumps his shaft, you lap at Master's asshole like a dehydrated puppy as your tongue is laced with the vague flavor of copper. What you assume are moans of approval from Master, you give a motivated attempt at pushing your tongue further into his hole. You find yourself both surprised and concerned when your effort of giving Master more pleasure results in the tip of your tongue pentrates into what you can only assume is his virgin asshole. You cower, expecting Master to throw you to the floor and punish you in one way or another. Perhaps a spanking or violent anal, or maybe he would choose not to fill your womb with the seed of your first born. The first of many, you can only hope. Despite Master's muted groan, you feel your punishment is only moments away from being inflicted as he turns and effortlessly lifts you off the floor, only to find yourself being thrown back onto the bed. The weight of the bed quickly shifts to your left, however, as you find Master on his back not even a foot away from you. Rock hard with clear intentions. Master wanted you to mount him, Master wanted you to fuck his seed into your womb, and you were more than happy to do both for Master. But before you can set your sopping crotch on Master's unprotected manhood, he places both of his palms around your throat and holds in you place above his cock. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave6.mp4"></video></center> \ "@@.traf;Are you going to be an obedient little whore?@@" "@@.rae;Yes, Master. I'll do anything for you.@@" "@@.traf;Why should I fuck you right here?@@" the head of Master's cock teases your dripping opening. You try to force your lips onto Master's cock just to find yourself inches out of reach. "@@.rae;It's obvious, Master. I want your cum inside me. I want to have your children, to fill this world with more more men like you and more cunts for you to breed. My holes, my childrens holes, they're all yours. It's the most a slave like me can give to their masters.@@" Your voice is addled with desperation, to be filled with cock, to have the primal aching of your empty womb stolen by the seed of your master. There is nothing more special than to birth a hole for Master, and witness him guide her to womanhood and finally motherhood. The desperation in your voice is answered with your nether lips being parted by his head as he easily glides into your drenched sex. You feel like your insides are burning, taken over by pure lust as the veiny shaft and precum swirl together with your slick walls and womanly lubricant to create a vibrant sex cocktail. This was a special moment, your first time having sex with Master, and even more special, your first attempt at being bred by him. "[[Earn it.]]"

<<if $RJNotPreg eq true>>Before long, Master's cock is locked within your depths as you feel your insides accommodate to his size, to the manhood you hope can serve for years to come. You can feel Master's cock throb within you as your force yourself to tighten around his shaft and bring him more pleasure. You start rather slow, your hips gently gliding from head to base as your eyes remain glued within his. You were caught, trapped, perhaps even hypnotized by the deep mahogany tones in his irises. Irises reflecting the very pleasure permeating your steaming sex. The pressure building in the pit of your stomach, the gentle tingling reverberating throughout your womanhood, they all but forced you to increase your pace. The increased speed of your coital connection is accompanied by the sensual collision of skin. You feel pleasure on Master's cock, and while your new master is nowhere near the size of your old master, his experience certainly doesn't lie as Master begins to match his thrusts with your own. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave7.mp4"></video></center> \ Master repeatedly hammers into your insides at angles you never kenw existed, bringing pleasure in a way you hadn't exactly experienced before. You know this is far more pleasure than you deserve to feel, but you'll take it anyway. You'll take Master pleasuring your slave pussy to match the pleasure you're trying to share with him. Master gently wraps his fingertips just underneath your ribs, each finger further descending into the subtle inward bend of your lean stomach. Leaving his palms around your stomach with your juices coalesced, Master archs his back and begins to hammer his shaft deep into your cunt. The unexpected violence of his thrusts into you force your open hands to slip off of his shoulders and fall face first into his hairy chest. Master doesn't seem to care how incompacitated you are at that moment as his pelvis repeatedly drills into your pussy. Right as you're pushing yourself up from his chest, the pleasure of the violent, snappy thrusts he's driving into your saturated sex start to hit differently. Your body is slowly taken over by warmth deep in every crevices of your form, much like a regular orgasm, but much deeper, so much fuller. It takes you a moment to decipher that you're about to cum as the pulsing of your cunt is just as swiftly joined by a curious need to pee. You ignore your yearning to get off and run to the bathroom, and it pays off handsomely right away. You're at the peak of a rollercoaster, inching ever closer to the drop, your body teasing you along like a bitch in heat. Then it comes, you come crashing down back to Earth as an orgasm overwhelms your constricting cunt, the warmth and intensity all but consuming every molecule of your functionality. "@@.traf;Jesus. You're a fucking vicegrip,@@" Masters hisses through his teeth. "@@.traf;Does wanting to be bred turn you on that much, you dirty whore?@@" You bite down on your lip, hesitant to disturb Master despite the surges of pleasure holding your body hostage. Master, however, doesn't seem to care or notice as he grunts hoarsely into your lobe with one final, crushing slam into your cunt. Master's manhood abruptly pulses inside of your cunt, and like a geyser, you feel your soggy deptths get caked in your master's seed. The very seed you hope impregnates you with your first child. Lost in the throes of your now waning orgasm, you begin to realize that wasn't exactly a normal orgasm. Perhaps it was the position, or maybe Master knew what he was doing, but you suspect that you likely just had your first g-spot orgasm. The waterfall of feminine juices on Master's still-throbbing cock seemed to agree. <<linkreplace 'Your thoughts quickly become jumbled as Master begins to slowly glide back into you.'>><center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave8.mp4"></video></center> "@@.traf;I'm. . .@@" Master gasps, his cock finally softening inside of you. "@@.traf;I'm on empty, Raelynn. I don't have any left to give you.@@" That narrative was given foundation as Master's limp cock slips out of your abused pussy, all but allowing an opening for an ocean of cum to exit your flooded hole. You aren't at all sure how many times Master filled you with his seed after losing count amidst your second orgasm. All you know, despite the already large amount that fell out of you, you could still feel Master's semen sloshing around in your depths. The same seed growing in Mistress's womb. You roll onto the left side of the crusty blanket, about as out of breath as Master himself is. Master kept his word, you wouldn't be leaving this shitty motel room until you were filled with his cum, and filled with his cum you were. It went without saying that he made you earn every last cell, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Knowing all the work you put in to have Master's legacy inside you will be all that more fulfilling once that day inevitibly comes. Master turns onto his side and wraps his arm around your bare stomach before pulling you closer. "@@.traf;You're a good girl, Raelynn, and I loved this. But I have to ask, why is a girl with such a promising future throwing it all away to get knocked up by me?@@" <<linkreplace 'You bring yourself even closer, until the warmth of lies softly against your shoulder blades.'>>"@@.rae;Different things make different people happy, Master. Maybe I would've enjoyed running BloodLake for my parents, maybe I would have enjoyed going to college. Maybe I could've gotten married and had a normal family. I don't really know or care to know,@@" you can feel the beginnings of Master's cum running down your thigh, putting a subtle smile on your face. "@@.rae;At least with you, Master, I know you'll always care about me and the children I breed for you. And even if you decide to stop fucking me some day, your children will have a hole to learn from. I like having the security of knowing that I'll always be useful for something. But for the time being, I want that to be you.@@" You wait a moment for an answer from Master, but quickly assume that him not giving you one is just him agreeing. That is, until you hear the vague snoring coming from behind you. You gently wiggle your closer to his soft cock and let your eyelids fall shut in your Master's hold. [[It isn't long until you're joining Master in a short nap.|your vision goes black]]<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<set $raetrafpreg1 = true>> <<elseif $RJPreg eq true>>Before long, Master's cock is locked within your depths as you feel your insides accommodate to his size, to the manhood you hope can serve for years to come. You can feel Master's cock throb within you as your force yourself to tighten around his shaft and bring him more pleasure. You start rather slow, your hips gently gliding from head to base as your eyes remain glued within his. You were caught, trapped, perhaps even hypnotized by the deep mahogany tones in his irises. Irises reflecting the very pleasure permeating your steaming sex. The pressure building in the pit of your stomach, the gentle tingling reverberating throughout your womanhood, they all but forced you to increase your pace. The increased speed of your coital connection is accompanied by the sensual collision of skin. You feel pleasure on Master's cock, and while your new master is nowhere near the size of your old master, his experience certainly doesn't lie as Master begins to match his thrusts with your own. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave7.mp4"></video></center> \ Master repeatedly hammers into your insides at angles you never kenw existed, bringing pleasure in a way you hadn't exactly experienced before. You know this is far more pleasure than you deserve to feel, but you'll take it anyway. You'll take Master pleasuring your slave pussy to match the pleasure you're trying to share with him. Master gently wraps his fingertips just underneath your ribs, each finger further descending into the subtle inward bend of your lean stomach. Leaving his palms around your stomach with your juices coalesced, Master archs his back and begins to hammer his shaft deep into your cunt. The unexpected violence of his thrusts into you force your open hands to slip off of his shoulders and fall face first into his hairy chest. Master doesn't seem to care how incompacitated you are at that moment as his pelvis repeatedly drills into your pussy. Right as you're pushing yourself up from his chest, the pleasure of the violent, snappy thrusts he's driving into your saturated sex start to hit differently. Your body is slowly taken over by warmth deep in every crevices of your form, much like a regular orgasm, but much deeper, so much fuller. It takes you a moment to decipher that you're about to cum as the pulsing of your cunt is just as swiftly joined by a curious need to pee. You ignore your yearning to get off and run to the bathroom, and it pays off handsomely right away. You're at the peak of a rollercoaster, inching ever closer to the drop, your body teasing you along like a bitch in heat. Then it comes, you come crashing down back to Earth as an orgasm overwhelms your constricting cunt, the warmth and intensity all but consuming every molecule of your functionality. "@@.traf;Jesus. You're a fucking vicegrip,@@" Masters hisses through his teeth. "@@.traf;Does wanting to be bred turn you on that much, you dirty whore?@@" You bite down on your lip, hesitant to disturb Master despite the surges of pleasure holding your body hostage. Master, however, doesn't seem to care or notice as he grunts hoarsely into your lobe with one final, crushing slam into your cunt. Master's manhood abruptly pulses inside of your cunt, and like a geyser, you feel your soggy deptths get caked in your master's seed. The very seed you hope impregnates you with your first child. Lost in the throes of your now waning orgasm, you begin to realize that wasn't exactly a normal orgasm. Perhaps it was the position, or maybe Master knew what he was doing, but you suspect that you likely just had your first g-spot orgasm. The waterfall of feminine juices on Master's still-throbbing cock seemed to agree. <<linkreplace 'Your thoughts quickly become jumbled as Master begins to slowly glide back into you.'>><center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raetraf_slave8.mp4"></video></center> "@@.traf;I'm. . .@@" Master gasps, his cock finally softening inside of you. "@@.traf;I'm on empty, Raelynn. I don't have any left to give you.@@" That narrative was given foundation as Master's limp cock slips out of your abused pussy, all but allowing an opening for an ocean of cum to exit your flooded hole. You aren't at all sure how many times Master filled you with his seed after losing count amidst your second orgasm. All you know, despite the already large amount that fell out of you, you could still feel Master's semen sloshing around in your depths. The same seed growing in Mistress's womb. You roll onto the left side of the crusty blanket, about as out of breath as Master himself is. Master kept his word, you wouldn't be leaving this shitty motel room until you were filled with his cum, and filled with his cum you were. It went without saying that he made you earn every last cell, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Knowing all the work you put in to have Master's legacy inside you will be all that more fulfilling once that day inevitibly comes. Master turns onto his side and wraps his arm around your bare stomach before pulling you closer. "@@.traf;You're a good girl, Raelynn, and I loved this. But I have to ask, why is a girl with such a promising future throwing it all away to get knocked up by me?@@" <<linkreplace 'You bring yourself even closer, until the warmth of lies softly against your shoulder blades.'>>"@@.rae;Different things make different people happy, Master. Maybe I would've enjoyed running BloodLake for my parents, maybe I would have enjoyed going to college. Maybe I could've gotten married and had a normal family. I don't really know or care to know,@@" you can feel the beginnings of Master's cum running down your thigh, putting a subtle smile on your face. "@@.rae;At least with you, Master, I know you'll always care about me and the children I breed for you. And even if you decide to stop fucking me some day, your children will have a hole to learn from. I like having the security of knowing that I'll always be useful for something. But for the time being, I want that to be you.@@" You wait a moment for an answer from Master, but quickly assume that him not giving you one is just him agreeing. That is, until you hear the vague snoring coming from behind you. You gently wiggle your closer to his soft cock and let your eyelids slowly fall shut in your Master's hold. [[It isn't long until you're joining Master in a short nap.|your vision goes black]]<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\ <<set $raetrafnotpreg eq true>> <</if>>

Smash expertly maneuvers the both of you through the hallways dwindling population, led around the school's perimeter until you finally reach the back of the school. Your shock isn't exactly subtle when you see a door labeled 'event closet' with some kind of numberpad above a matte silver knob. Smash looks back at you and turns the shoulder blades protruding through his tight shirt to you, effectively blocking your direct sight at the number pad. In just a moment you hear a beep with the door just as quickly being pulled open. He takes you by your wrist once more, allowing his surprisingly gentle touch to lead you through the door. You honestly weren't sure what you were expecting, but the plaque on the door was true to its word. The room was surrounded in decorations for most of the traditional holidays, plus stuff like banners and posts for homecoming games. Off in the corner of all that junk, you could see a flat white spot that was ever so slightly shorter than the cones in front of it. It didn't take you very long to puzzle together that you were looking at some sort of makeshift mattress, especially when you placed Smash right at the center of it. "@@.rae;What? No retarded name like 'The Smashzone'?@@" you stop in between Smash and a stack of boxes to your right, topped with a pair of pink lace panties with a dried up stain of what you were assuming was likely cum. "@@.rae;Do whatever you want, just don't cum inside me. I don't exactly wanna have your kid.@@" "@@.smash;My kid, eh?@@" Smash laughs, making his way to the as he pulls his shirt off, exposing a few smaller tatoos on his rib cage but nothing like what was on your arm or shoulder. "@@.smash;That mean you wanna have somneone's kid? I bet it's the homie Eric, ain't it?@@" You gag. That douchnozzle wasn't getting anywhere near your pussy as long as your heart was still beating, not that being dead would stop Eric from painting your ovaries. That depraved piece of shit would do or say anything to get his rocks off. You weren't sure what those girls saw in him, but he was the poster boy for being a future wifebeater. Angry, insecure, filled to the brim with the personality of a slug, and twisted to boot. If you hadn't known any better, you would've assumed he was gay. "@@.smash;That bad? He told Smash that you didn't like him, but you look like you wanna cap the homie,@@" Smash refers to himself in the third person, resuming the slow tugging of your wrist toward the bed as his eyes meet the set of four small bulbs dimly illuminating the room. More than enough to see see everything, but not enough to be blinding. "@@.smash;Did he. . .ya' know, force you or somethin'?@@" That was a negative, and yet close at the same time. Not that it was something Smash needed to know. The only people that even knew about it were you and Eric, and it wasn't something you were going to reveal unless you were forced to. Smash was either able to pick up on your silence being the only answer he was going to get, or he just didn't really care as much about your answer as he made it sound. Smash lets the subject go, further pulling you into the crevice between that makeshift bed and what the dim lighting makes look like a shelf, but you find yourself shocked even further when you see a sink and small mirror as you step in front of it. You couldn't help but wonder how this room somehow had all the amenities for, well, sex. There's was a bed with clean sheets, a sink with what was likely working plumbling, and mirror right above it. You could effectively fuck, wash cum off your face, brush your teeth, and finally reapply your makeup all in one room. At school. There was too much consistency for this to not be some kind of hidden sex room in the school. Not that you got a chance to ask Smash. Before you're given a chance to ask just what this room is and how it came to be, Smash's hands are working your top up from side to side, briefly resting on the bare patches of your porcelain skin. Your dark top is quick to meet the underside of your breasts, catching each of them as it continues to glide up your torso. Your braless bust tumbles free as your top treks your neck and is finally removed entirely, left exposed as Smash's dark hands explore the uncharted waters of your body. Smash, however, wastes no time on your skirt or underwear. All you feel is the tips of his thumbs adjacently slipping into your skirt before ripping both your skirt and underwear down your bared legs in one fell swoop. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raesmash_bbc.mp4"></video></center> \ His fingertips are quick to swarm your bared breasts while his free hand makes the journey down south, where his fingers eagerly toy with your moistening lips. In his arms, you realize just how small you actually feel, you realize how weak you are to a man like Smash. The heat of a broad, dark chest coalescing with your own rising body temperatures, the big hands combing over your skin, the crafted arms looped around your shoulders, you feel secure in Smash's arms. You feel safe, perhaps even invincible in his tight hold all despite him not being the safest man around. Why the did hold of a boy you barely know make you feel more secure than when you are with your master? You love your master, you love Judas and would do anything to please him, but why did the man you would do anything for not make you feel like this? You know you exist only to pleasure master, but you still love him and you know the opposite is true, so why did serving him feel so empty? "@@.smash;I gotta dip in a bit, so I'mma bust one and leave. You about to fall in love with me next time, on my life with that one,@@" Smash's palm lands on your shoulder blade as he guides you over the bed and then lifts the rest of your slender frame onto the bed without the slightest of efforts. "@@.smash;Might hurt. Always does with the skinny ones.@@" All you hear next is Smash spitting twice onto what you assume is either his palm or cock. Smash was serious when he said that he had to go soon, which meant no foreplay to help you along. If you were being honest with yourself, your panties started getting damp them the moment Smash made you feel his cock in the hallway, but you were still far from wet enough to make that any easier. Even worse, you still had no idea how big he was erect. You, however, quickly get [[your answer]].

As the wide tip of cock began to pry your damp nether lips apart, you notice the sliver of light streaking down your arm. Your eyes dart to your right where you see both the door vaguely ajar and the glimmer refracting off a pupil on the other side of the door. You're being watched by someone, or perhaps it's more accurate to say that someone is watching you get stretched by the big cock barely three quarters of the way into you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raesmash_bbc2.mp4"></video></center> \ The odd part is that you don't seem to mind. As a matter of fact, the way your pussy narrows around the dark behemoth reforming your insides only seems tell you it's turning you on. It's the first time you've taken anything this deep or been stretched this widely, at least to your knowledge, but all you can think about is the eye witnessing the big cock struggling to pull free from your clenching cunt and the pleasure being watched is bringing you. The mystery figure on the other side of the door doesn't wait long to reveal itself as the small room is flooded with natural light, but just as quickly as that light blinds you with a natural sepia, the silouette fades away from sight and is replaced with the flashlight of a smartphone. Your attempt at listening for footsteps is all but shattered the moment Smash winds backwards and forces his entire length into your gaped hole. "@@.em;Wow, never thought I'd see this,@@" you hear a familiar laugh. "@@.em;Raelynn Spencer getting destroyed by a big black cock.@@" You can hear the ingenuine surprise in her voice, but with a twist you can't quite put your finger on. Every word that follows the last is outlined in even more breathiness, breathiness that's chased by her fingernails gently running across your bare rear. Her fingernails return to where they started, this time exchanged with her palm taking a handful of your pallid cheek and giving it a soft shake. You nearly utter a moan as she squeezes that very same cheek just before it's pulled apart from the other, revealing the hole in between them. "@@.em;God, look how wet her pussy is. She looks tight, too. . .though, I wonder if she's a virgin up here,@@" your cheeks are torn even further apart as the light moves away from your face and over your ass, revealing a pair of black leggings and a shapely derrière out of the corner of your eye. As her breasts form around your thigh, you can feel the moist warmth fall from above, running down along the opening of your asshole and over the lips of your already wet pussy. "@@.em;Put your thumb in her, Smash.@@" Despite having already been penetrated by the men Danny let have their way with you, it's still a tight fit. Your arms nearly collapse under the sensation of his thumb entering your asshole, the tightness allowing you to feel his thumb and shaft brushing against each other inside of you. The deep intake of air, however, rips you from the feelings created by having both of your holes filled at the same time and forces you to turn your head. It was the you were internally criticizing not too long ago, for quitting the cheer team and spending all of her free time with Smash and his friends, Emily Wallace. But if this was what she was dropping everything for, then you couldn't say you blamed her. You were being stretched to your absolute limit, at least for the time being, and you've would've been lying if you said it wasn't painful, but even within that pain, you were feeling pleasure. Far more than you ever expected to feel from Smash, who you assumed was a one-stroke king. "@@.em;Hey, looks who's back!@@' she gives you a long, borderline crooked smile as she aims her phone at you. "@@.em;Say hi to the camera, Rae.@@" You reach out for the camera, but that's about as far as you get after losing your balance and quickly gripping onto Smash's forearm for dear life. "@@.em;Nope. I promise nobody at school will see this, but we have friends that'll want to,@@" Emily sits on a shelf across from you while still filming and spreads her legs, her lissome digits gently circling her glistening lips. "@@.em;So, is Smash your first black dick?@@" "@@.rae;Yeaugghh,@@" you croak as Smash's cock violently fucks its way into your depths, though you wonder if you should be saying anything at all to Emily. "@@.em;Well, it looks like you have what it takes. . .@@" she eyes Smash and gives him a shallow nod. "@@.em;No need to be nice to her, she won't last if she can't handle yours. Show her what a real man looks like, show our little white slut how superior your genes are. Show Rae what it really means to be a woman.@@" <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raesmash_bbc3.mp4"></video></center> \ You have to wonder if what you were feeling before was him actually being 'gentle', but even if it was hardly that, you couldn't deny the pleasure that came with the inkling of pain. Your answer comes right away as Smash glides out of your now sopping hole, gaped by his girth and ready to swallow him whole. Smash does just that as the head of his cock roughly stabs at the entrance of your cervix. You nearly fall once more as a suprise orgasm surges through your body, but you reach back for that very same forearm once more before your face eats the crusty blanket below you. The jerry-rigged bed beneath you reeks of sex and perfume, but you couldn't care less. The cock ravaging your cunt may very well break you in half, but you couldn't care less. You just want to feel more of the pleasure that orgasm hit you with. It was like nothing you've ever experienced, you want more and you'll do anything to get it, no matter the cost. This cock, thick with pleasure, it feels like a drug you'll never be able to quit. Emily snickers and lowers herself to eye level with you while keeping the camera aimed at your reddened cheeks. "@@.em;You look even more beautiful than you already did, Rae. Don't you love this feeling? Don't you love the feeling of cumming every time you get fucked? Doesn't this make you feel so much more whole, so much more in tune with your femininity? This isn't something white men can give us, they're better left to serving more powerful men or becoming women themselves. Just say yes, Rae, and we can introduce you to a new life with nothing but this love and pleasure.@@" You hesitate for a moment, but your body ultimately does the speaking for you as you nod, the pleasure of a swelling cock inside you making it all but near impossible for you to utter a lone word. "@@.em;I love a girl who knows what she wants,@@" she takea hold of your head by your chin. "@@.em;Now, tell us what you want?@@" "@@.rae;I. . .I want to feel good like this all the time,@@" you almost submissively answer underneath Emily's now almost domineering aura. "@@.em;And what do you want to make you feel good like this all the time? Be specific or it ends here, all of it,@@" her crooked grin continues to grow into something more twisted. You hesitate, contemplating if the three words that immediately come to mind are racist, and yet Emily told you to be specific. For better or worse, you decide to say them. You have to at least take the chance. "@@.rae;Big black cock.@@" "@@.em;And what do women like us do for our big black cocks?@@" "@@.rae;We make them feel as good as we do when they pleasure us?@@" "@@.em;I can't say I don't enjoy how eager you are to please, but that's not quite right. I am happy with your answer though, so enjoy yourself,@@" Emily places a pair of tender lips against your own, only moments before she leans into your cheek. "@@.em;We let them breed us. We have their children and we raise them in hopes that one day this planet can be restored back to what it once was. Help make this world a better place, Rae. I know it's all overwhelming, so all you need to do is nod for me.@@" Lost in pleasure, lost in the barrel of a loaded gun aimed right at your womb, all it takes is your vague nod for Emily to stand with the faintest trembling in her breath and turn to Smash. "@@.em;[[Cum inside her]], Smash. Fill up that tight, white cunt with your baby.@@"

<<if $RJNotPreg eq true>><center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raesmash_bbc4.mp4"></video></center> \ Emily's floral perfume brushes along your nostrils as she returns to her feet and walks the camera back to an ass quaking with the intertia of his cock hammering your form forward with each stroke. You can hear Emily vaguely whipsering to Smash, but the coital collision of your skin with his own drowns out nearly everything but the hisses that seem to end every word. She strokes your hair with her fingernails, letting them gently trace each notch on your spin as Smash's already thick cock ever so slowly swells within you, his pace quickly matching his newfound size. "@@.em;Make her never want to see any of these white losers again.@@" Smash's digits take hold of your hips as he tears you down onto the base of his shaft, filling your cunt to the absolute brim with the mammoth in between his legs. If Emily's egging him on to have him cum inside you wasn't enough to make it beyond clear, Smash is closing in on the figurative finish line as he winds pelvis back and bucks right into your depths once more. Those same movements continue to gather traction until Smash reaches the point where his entire length is reaming in and out of your cunt, and despite the pin-like pain that remains, your abused hole is swallowing everything his massive manhood is willing to donate to your sex. His thick precum lubricating your hole, all of his cum, his child, your pussy wants to swallow it all for him. To make him feel good, to show him that you were worth pleasuring. To make this world a better place. Just when you begin to think that Smash is nearing his peak, his right hand leaves your hip and sends two fingers into your mouth, using your cheek as leverage to pull you down onto his cock as he repeatedly hammers it into you. His digits don't last long in your mouth, however, as a gutteral groan rises from deep within his gut. Before you can gather what's happening, you find your head buried in the crusty blanket with a wide forearm locked against the nape of your neck, all as his cock still brutally ravages the raw walls of your insides. Smash has clearly all but left reality as his primal groans echo through the small room, savagely breeding your cunt like mother nature always intended to happen. With each stroke ramming against the entrance of your cervix, you feel the surging of a second orgasm coming on, waveringly wondering if Smash is going to cum before you can again He doesn't. A second, much fuller orgasm surges through every last one of your joints as you writhe violently underneath his forearm, your gaped womanhood managing to clamp onto his cock and wring him dry of his seed. Your walls finally manage draw out his seed as you feel his first rope of cum explode directly against the opening to your womb. Smash feels like a volcano erupting inside of your depths as his seed continues to paint your sensitive, abused walls, further flooding your barbarically fucked pussy. As soon as Smash's cock stops throbbing in you, you feel his sopping manhood glide out of you, where he's followed with a gaudy squelching sound and the feeling of his cum already leaking passed your spread lips. "@@.em;Now, we can't have that, can we?@@" Emily's index finger glides right over your clit as she scoops up the oozing seed with her fingertips and guides the both of them back into your wide open cunt. Her fingers drive deeper into your sensitive post-orgasm sex, careful to scoop up the cum that followed Smash out of you and push it deep into your bred pussy. "@@.em;Hopefully we'll have a real man growing in there soon, won't we?@@" Despite the intermittent trembling of your lower body, you're aware enough to hear the soft clanking of a belt buckle, followed by Smash's almost gassed-sounding voice. "@@.smash;Like I said, Rae, I gotta dip. Sorry we can't go for round two,@@" Smash throws his shirt over his head. "@@.smash;I'll be back in ten with that shit you wanted, cool?@@" Smash jogs out of the room in a hurry, the reason why being anyone's guess, but him pulling a vanishing act leaves you with an admittedly scary Emily. The side of her you just met, the domineering, controlling tone of her voice wasn't one you knew existed or even come out of a girl that looked as 'soft' as her. She could've easily been a model if she put her mind to it, but clearly that wasn't what she wanted in life. "@@.em;I'm sure you have some questions about. . .well, what just happened here. While we have some quiet, go ahead and [[ask me]] what's on your mind.@@" <<set $raesmashpreg1 = true>>\ <<elseif $RJPreg eq true>>\ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="Videos/raesmash_bbc4.mp4"></video></center> \ Emily's floral perfume brushes along your nostrils as she returns to her feet and walks the camera back to an ass quaking with the intertia of the cock hammering your form forward with each stroke. You can hear Emily vaguely whipsering to Smash, but the coital collision of your skin with his own drowns out nearly everything but the hisses that seem to end every word. She strokes your hair with her fingernails, letting them gently trace each notch on your spin as Smash's already thick cock ever so slowly swells within you, his pace quickly matching his newfound size. "@@.em;Make her never want to see any of these white losers again.@@" Smash's digits take hold of your hips as he tears you down onto the base of his shaft, filling your cunt to the absolute brim with the mammoth in between his legs. If Emily's egging him on to have him cum inside you wasn't enough to make it beyond clear, Smash is closing in on the figurative finish line as he winds pelvis back and bucks right into your depths once more. Those same movements continue to gather traction until Smash reaches the point where his entire length is reaming in and out of your cunt, and despite the pin-like pain that remained, your abused hole was swallowing everything his massive manhood was willing to donate to your sex. His thick precum lubricating your hole, all of his cum, his child, your pussy wanted to swallow it all for him. To make him feel good, to show him that you were worth pleasuring. Just when you begin to think that Smash is nearing his peak, his right hand leaves your hip and sends two fingers into your mouth, using your cheek as leverage to pull you down onto his cock as he repeatedly hammers it into you. His digits don't last long in your mouth, however, as a gutteral groan rises from deep within his gut. Before you can gather what's happening, you find your head buried in the crusty blanket with a wide forearm locked against the nape of your neck, all as his cock still brutally ravages the raw walls of your insides. Smash has clearly all but left reality as his primal groans echo through the small room, savagely breeding your cunt like mother nature always intended to happen. With each stroke into the entrance of your cervix, you feel surging of a second orgasm coming on, left wavingly wondering if Smash is going to cum before you can. He doesn't. A second, much fuller orgasm surges through every last one of your joins as you writhe violently underneath his forearm, your gaped womanhood managing to clamp onto his cock and wring him dry of his seed. Your walls finally manage draw out his seed as you feel his first rope of cum explode directly against the opening to your womb. Smash feels like a volcano erupting inside of your depths as his seed continues to paint your sensitive, abused walls, further flooding your barbarically fucked pussy. As soon as Smash's cock stops throbbing in you, you feel his sopping manhood glide out of you, where he's followed with a gaudy squelching sound and the feeling of his cum already leaking passed your spread lips. "@@.em;Now, we can't have that, can we?@@" Emily's index finger glides right over your clit as she scoops up the oozing seed with her fingertips and guides the both of them back into your wide open cunt. Her fingers drive deeper into your sensitive post-orgasm sex, careful to scoop up the cum that followed Smash out of you and push it deep into your bred pussy. "@@.em;Hopefully we'll have a real man growing in there soon, won't we?@@" Despite the intermittent trembling of your lower body, you're aware enough to hear the soft clanking of a belt buckle, followed by Smash's almost gassed-sounding voice. "@@.smash;Like I said, Rae, I gotta dip. Sorry we can't go for round two,@@" Smash throws his shirt over his head. "@@.smash;I'll be back in ten with that shit you wanted, cool?@@" Smash jogs out of the room in a hurry, the reason why being anyone's guess, but him pulling a vanishing act leaves you with an admittedly scary Emily. The side of her you just met, the domineering, controlling tone of her voice wasn't one you knew existed or even come out of a girl that looked as 'soft' as her. She could've easily been a model if she put her mind to it, but clearly that wasn't what she wanted in life. "@@.em;I'm sure you have some questions about. . .well, what just happened here. While we have some quiet, go ahead and [[ask me]] what's on your mind.@@" <<set raesmashnotpreg1 = true>>\ <</if>>\

Emily places your uniform at your left side and plants her skirt-covered rear onto the mattress, adjacent to you on the other side of your clothes. As you reach for your underwear, you find a lacey black pair of sheer panties you don't quite remember being that transparent, or anything close to what you would normally wear to school. You lift your eyes, half-expecting a playful smile from Emily after realizing that she'd switched out your panties on you, but you instead find her typing a URL into her iPhone. You try your best to shrug off the somewhat sluttier nature of the new underwear, wondering just what she was getting at by giving them to you. It's not until you have them wrapped around your hips that you realize what she's up to. The panties currently digging into your waist are crotchless. Maybe it was her way of saying you needed to start acting sluttier, or maybe she just preferred easy access on everyone, but she didn't exactly seem all that enthused by the sight despite all but forcing you to wear them. That is, unless you wanted to hop over to PE and change while going commando. Emily shows you her phone screen as you extend your arm for your skirt. <img src="Images/TBRP_1.jpg"> \ "@@.em;Have you heard of natural selection? Think of a man like Mr. Traf as a treefrog and a man like Eric as a snake. If the treefrog finds itself in a place where it's unable to camouflage, the snake will always find him and swallow the weaker species whole,@@" Emily lowered her phone and tapped one of the buttons. "@@.em;Now apply it to evolution. The stronger traits of living organisms will ensure its survival through the generations while the weak and useless are bred out. It's how we evolved to where we are today. Humans are strong, they're the most virile and intelligent creatures on the planet. But what if. . .@@" You wait in silence as Emily's smirk returns. "@@.rae;What if, what?@@" "@@.em;What if someone were to 'dispose' of the weaker organisms not willing to adapt that are weakening us? Have you stopped to think why black men dominate the NFL and NBA, or why black boys raised in stable homes become men who create dreams for others like them to follow? Because black men are genetically superior, physically, and if they're given a chance, intellectually,@@" you lift your top, keeping a suspicious pair of eyes on Emily. "@@.em;Slaves were said to be thought of as lesser creatures, suitable for hard labor with no salary. But those rich white men saw it from the beginning, they feared them. Not because they knew what they were capable of, but because they feared them on an instinctual level.@@" Emily threw a lot at you, likely with the knowledge that you're far from being an idiot in the back of her mind. What you got from it was that she was asking what if humanity were to 'dispose', a word you can only translate to kill, of weaker organisms. Then she went on to explain how black men are genetically and intellectually superior. If you were one to puzzle assumptions together based off of what she said earlier, then she was telling you to that white men unwilling to adapt should be put down. A soft white light appears in front of your face once again, revealing that same fist and a few short paragraphs. <img src="Images/TBRP_2.jpg"> \ <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;'>\ <<message 'Image Text' btn>>We wish no harm on any man, woman, or child. The Black revitalization project focuses not only on the issues plaguing our beloved country, but restoring the order as mother nature herself originally intended. We simply want what to do what is right, to restore the world’s natural hierarchy. Our goal is the revitalization of culture in black men. We will end police brutality once and for all, we will end racism, and we will bring peace to this planet. Everything will soon become as it should be. There will be no more violence as we inject a new culture into a world void of it. Those not of color are welcome to join and help our cause. Hands-on training for men and women are now available to all. Message us at BRP@tbrp.org. Be Better Act Better You are better<</message>> </div> You can't help but feel like the vague, perhaps ominous phrasing feels a bit like the Black Lives Matter mission statement before they edited it. They make promises, but they won't say how. They say they'll change things, but they won't say how. But despite the questionable underbelly of what you just read, all it takes is seconds of eye contact with Emily to nearly believe it, because she clearly did herself. She wasn't a dumb girl, that much you know about her, but that doesn't stop you from airing out your doubts. "@@.rae;Why aren't you guys partnered with Black Lives Matter, or something like it? Seems like that would be an easy way to get exposure.@@" "@@.em;Are you aware of who runs them? Shaun King. He's a white man who's exploiting men, women, and children of color and manufacturing lies of systemic racism in this country. He offers no transparency or finanical records to the public, all while clamoring for people to remember and raise criminals, addicts, and pedophiles. In essence, Shaun King is the very man we want to rid this world of,@@" Emily's eyes narrow as her phone screen flickers off. You begin to respond, but Emily speaks over you before you can. "@@.em;The Black Revitalization Project is so much more than that. It's about creating a peaceful world without conflict over race or money, beauty or gender. If we take a stunning woman like you and a genetically superior man, a child will carry their best traits onward for their own child. Imagine it. A boy as well built as Smash and a girl with the beauty of you, imagine your child,@@" Emily sets her hand on your cheek as her thumb gently strokes your cheekbone. "@@.em;The Black Revitalization Project accepts all orientations and genders, for the white men willing to adapt with us, they'll be retrained in a new field of their choice. Join us, Rae. Be what makes this world a better, stronger place for our children.@@" Your hand finds itself on your stomach, both uncertain and worried. There's a chance you were just impregnated by Smash. If you said no to Emily and went back to Judas indeed pregnant, how would he handle the sight of a child that clearly wasn't his own? Would he kick you to the curb, or would he accept it as a result of you getting the drug to help him take your mother? Even despite being worried about your master's fate, however, you can't help but find yourself being guided toward the idea of the world she speaks of. A world laden with the pleasure you were just given, a world in which you can raise your children without fear. You nearly nod, but tread backwards in more thought. Do you really want to leave your master behind for a world like this, will you stay loyal to your master, or will you follow your gut with the slightly more dangerous approach that just crossed your mind? <<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ [[Agree to join Emily, but warn her of a possible small issue]]. [[Agree to join Emily, but fool her right into your Master's arms]]. [[Refuse and stay loyal to your master]]. <<elseif $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ [[Agreee to join Emily|Agree to join Emily, but warn her of a possible small issue]]. [[Agree to join Emily, but fool her right into your Master's arms]]. [[Refuse and stay loyal to your master]]. <</if>>\

<<if $RJPreg eq true>>\ Future content on this route will contain BBC, BBC worship, (forced or willing) feminization/sissification of other characters, trans/futa, breeding, gangbang/rape/gangrape, public gangrape as punishment, humiliation, and maybe some (avoidable) gay and gay rape content. Maybe some necrophilia depending on how far down the rabbit hole I want to go. Some of the more triggering content on this route will be racebaiting, raceplay, possible sex slavery (and general reverse slavery), black supremacy, beheadings, nazism, and likely a few racial steretypes for good measure. While it's sort of sad that I feel the need to list any of the aforementioned as triggering content in 2020, remember that future content is what it'll always be. Fiction. 100% fiction. Nobody is being raped or bred against their will, nothing racially insulting or offensive should be taken seriously as it's being used to drive a fictional storyline and not at all the belief of the dev. Anyhow, stay safe and healthy. :) - @@.rae;MissFortune@@ <<elseif $RJNotPreg eq true>>\ Future content on this route will contain BBC, BBC worship, (forced or willing) feminization/sissification of other characters, trans/futa, breeding, gangbang/rape/gangrape, public gangrape as punishment, humiliation, and maybe some (avoidable) gay and gay rape content. Maybe some necrophilia depending on how far down the rabbit hole I want to go. Some of the more triggering content on this route will be racebaiting, raceplay, possible sex slavery (and general reverse slavery), black supremacy, beheadings, nazism, and likely a few racial steretypes for good measure. While it's sort of sad that I feel the need to list any of the aforementioned as triggering content in 2020, remember that future content is what it'll always be. Fiction. 100% fiction. Nobody is being raped or bred against their will, nothing racially insulting or offensive should be taken seriously as it's being used to drive a fictional storyline and not at all the belief of the dev. Anyhow, stay safe and healthy. :) - @@.rae;MissFortune@@ <</if>>\ EoC for 0.6.

Future content on this route will contain BBC, BBC worship, (forced or willing) feminization/sissification of other characters, trans/futa, breeding, gangbang/rape/gangrape, public gangrape as punishment, humiliation, and maybe some (avoidable) gay and gay rape content. Maybe some necrophilia depending on how far down the rabbit hole I want to go. Some of the more triggering content on this route will be racebaiting, raceplay, possible sex slavery (and general reverse slavery), black supremacy, beheadings, nazism, and likely a few racial steretypes for good measure. While it's sort of sad that I feel the need to list any of the aforementioned as triggering content in 2020, remember that future content is what it'll always be. Fiction. 100% fiction. Nobody is being raped or bred against their will, nothing racially insulting or offensive should be taken seriously as it's being used to drive a fictional storyline and not at all the belief of the dev. Anyhow, stay safe and healthy. :) - @@.rae;MissFortune@@ EoC for 0.6

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