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Pat set up the living room for poker and football; a half-dozen chairs around a card table, the TV tuned to the football game. He set a couple decks of cards out and his collection of poker chips. His first buddy showed up in short order.

Ryan Blanchard was a construction worker, as were all of Pat's friends. He was a big guy, in his forties, starting to go bald. He had brought a stash of cigars and a big bag of cocaine, which he immediately began to cut up on the coffee table.

The next two to show up were Val and Van Woywitka, big scandinavian twins with bright blond hair and chiseled, muscular physiques. They came bearing a case of beer and a big bag of weed, which they started rolling into joints. One was immediately lit up and passed around.

The last member of the game was Tim McMurphy, a red-headed drunk with a couple bottles of whiskey in tow.

"So what are we playin for today, Pat?" Tim asked as he sat down at the table.

"No money," Pat said, sitting across from him and shuffling the cards. "Just the pleasure of my daughter's company." He smirked. "She's decided she wants to be a slutty little fucking whore, so this is her punishment. Whoever's winning after the first half hour gets a lap dance. The next winner gets a blowjob. The next one gets laid and after that it's whatever's your pleasure."

"Fucking A, you serious Pat? Your own daughter?"

"Bitch needs to be taught a lesson," Pat said. "Here she is now. Show everybody what they're playing for, slut," he said, seeing her come down the stairs.

 

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Andrea sighed, desperately missing her phone and laptop, needing a way out. She heard the doorbell and knew her father's friends were arriving for what was going to be a miserable day.

She put her hair up and didn't do her makeup, her mind comfortably hazy from the joint she smoked. She walked out of her room and made her way down the stairs, cringing when her dad called her over, telling her to show everyone what they were playing for.

She walked into the living room and avoided everyone's eyes, standing near the tv for a moment before walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water and something to eat for breakfast while her dad and his friends played poker.

 

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"Hey little slut," Pat called out not a moment after she walked into the kitchen. "Bring everyone a beer," he said, snickering. The rest of the guys looked around at each other, shrugged, and hoped they would be each be the first to get to fuck her. She was undeniably hot. Big tits, nice round pert ass, pouty lips, the whole nine fuckable yards.

 

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Andrea had just put her glass of water to her lips when her father's voice carried into the kitchen, telling her to bring a beer for everyone. She set down the glass and clenched her fists as she walked to the fridge and pulled out enough beers for everyone and carried them into the living room, setting them around the table, not making eye contact with anyone before turning to walk back into the kitchen.

 

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Pat grabbed his daughter's wrist as she tried to head back to the kitchen. "We'd appreciate some slightly friendlier service than this, girl," he growled, his fingers digging sharply into her arm. "Now why don't you say hi to everyone and give us a smile, hmm?" He gave her ass a squeeze as he turned her towards the guys at the table.

 

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Andrea inhaled sharply when her father grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and digging his fingers into her arm, growling into her ear. Her eyes locked with his for a second before she pulled her wrist from his grasp and sighed, looking at his friends, realizing for the first time how big some of them were, and realizing that there was a set of twins.

She put on her most insincere smile and said hello, glancing back at her father, trying again to return to the kitchen.

 

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Pat let her go into the kitchen again. "Looks like she decided to up the ante boys," he said with an evil smirk. "Whoever wins this hand gets to go in there and fuck her. But watch out, she might put up a fight."

The cards were dealt, the hands played. Ryan wound up winning with a full house. The grin on his face foretold the dark plans he had for Andrea. Ryan snorted up a big fat line of cocaine before getting up and heading for the kitchen.

He looked Andrea up and down. "You're gonna have to get out of those clothes, girl," he said, his eyes eating up her hot young body.

 

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Andrea walked into the kitchen, tuning out everything that was being said in the living room. She got an apple and a mug of tea, and sat at the island reading the latest issue of Cosmo that had come in the mail the previous day, with her back to the entry of the kitchen.

She jumped when she heard footsteps enter and turned to look at one of the biggest guys walking towards her. She slid out of her barstool style chair and stepped back, closing her eyes and gripping the edge of the granite counter top with both hands.

His footsteps grew quicker and brought him closer to her, telling her she needed to get naked. She ignored him, and walked around the other side of the island, eyeing the door, halfway between the kitchen and the living room. She wondered if she'd be able to outrun her dad's friends, and tried to think of somewhere she would go, she would have to know for sure that a neighbor was home before trying their door or she'd never get away.

She picked up her mug and looked at the large man in the kitchen, throwing it at him, and turning to run, not waiting to see if it hit him. She ran for the door and with shaking hands unlocked the deadbolt, her heart racing as she pulled open the door.

 

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Her aim was impressive. She hit Ryan square in the middle of the forehead with the mug. She also got hot tea all over his face and chest. He let out a roar and a scream.

In the living room, the men sprang up from their chairs when they heard Ryan's yells and ran towards the kitchen. Andrea's father was the first to spot her trying to get the door open. She flung it open and made it a few steps outside to sweet sweet freedom when he grabbed her by her wrist. Her legs flew out from under her and she fell square on her ass. He stood over her, behind her, grabbed her long blond hair and dragged her inside, slamming the door behind them.

He bent down and slapped her across the face at least half a dozen times, the final blow, a backhand, leaving her sprawled out across the floor. "You wanna be a little bitch? Fine. We can treat you like one." He kneeled over her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. "You know what bitches are good for, right? Just one thing. Breeding."

He pulled her up from the floor onto her feet, and promptly slapped her across the face again, this one hard enough to send her sprawling yet again. She fell into the arms of the big blond twins. "Take her in the living room. Hold her down. Fuck her. Take turns. I'll be right back. Oh, and Ryan still gets to go first." Pat went upstairs, leaving his daughter with the four men.

Ryan grinned maliciously. He was all wet from the tea. There was a bloody gash in the middle of his forehead from where the mug had struck him.

 

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Andrea cried out when she felt the tight grip on her wrist, pulling her back towards the door. Her feet flew out from under her and she whimpered loudly when she hit her hip on the hard concrete step before rolling onto her ass, her body shaking as her father stood over her, grabbing her hair and pulling her back inside.

She started sobbing, crying in pain as he slapped her, over and over, harder and harder, the final blow sending her sprawling onto the floor. She whimpered as he knelt over her, grabbing her hair and forcing her head back, telling her what bitches were good for.

His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her up to her feet before slapping her again, her body falling back into the twins’ arms. She tried again to get away, pleading with her father as he told them to take her back into the living room and hold her down, and to let Ryan fuck her first as he went upstairs.

She knew any fight was pointless, her body already aching and bruised from the previous night. She trembled again when she saw Ryan walk towards her, his forehead bloody his shirt wet from her tea.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t do this, please, please just let me go” she whimpered, knowing it was futile.

 

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They took turns on her. They used each of her holes. When they left, there were more arriving. Andrea lost track of how long, and how many. She had been fucked in every room in the house. It was Sunday night when the last one finished with her, spraying his cum on her face. She was covered in the stuff. She was sore as hell. They hadn't let her sleep, just kept forcing more cocaine in her mouth or pussy.

Her father was drunk, passed out in front of the TV downstairs. She was upstairs, in her brother's bed, her body completely used and exhausted, drained, violated, alone.

 

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She had given up the fight, succumbing to the abuse her father and his friends were administering. They used her body like a rag doll, moving her where and into any position they wanted, using any hole they pleased.

She hadn't slept in what felt like days, and she had been used constantly by men she had seen before, and some total strangers to her.

Finally, after another load having been sprayed on her face, she was left alone, in her brother's room. She pulled the blanket up and pulled a pillow to her chest, her body absolutely exhausted, as was her mind. She closed her eyes and started to sob, not so much from what happened, but from the hatred she felt for her father.

Eventually, out of complete exhaustion, she fell asleep, dreaming of ways to remove her father from her life.

 

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Elsewhere in town...

Julie's jaw was sore. Her throat was raw. Her stomach was full. This was probably the most degrading thing she'd ever subjected herself to, and the worst part was that she couldn't help but be incredibly turned on by it all. That dork Tommy had blackmailed her. He knew all about her drug habits and sexual escapades and had threatened to give proof to her parents, which would result in a massive restriction on her ability to do any damn thing, and would probably get her sent to rehab or worse. Her parents couldn't know what all she was into, and so she acquiesced to Tommy's demands.

She had been giving blowjobs all day, and now into the night. She was wearing a black leather collar, a see-through pink mesh bra, and a pink microminiskirt that completely failed to cover her ass. She knew this was all Andrea's fault. Only Andrea knew all of those things about her.

The bitch would pay for this.

Her belly roiled. How many loads of sperm had she swallowed today? She had lost count. Tommy had been the first, and now he was the only one left. There had been a steady stream of all his friends. Julie's pussy ached in need. Tommy hadn't let any of them fuck her, and she'd given out so many blowjobs, she was so fucking horny, she was desperate for cock to fill her cunt.

In her most degrading moment of the day, she looked up at Tommy from down on her knees.

"Please Tommy... Fuck me..."

 

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Andrea woke up late the next morning, school had already started. She grabbed the land line phone on her brother's bed side table and called the school, posing as her mom and saying that she wouldn't be in school that day because of a doctor's appointment.

She whimpered when she got out of bed and stood up, sore and still very exhausted from the weekend she had just lived through. She walked into her bedroom and took two of the Vicodin from the vial in her desk drawer before walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on, the hot water quickly filling the room with steam.

She stepped into the shower and winced when the water beat down onto her bruised skin, standing under the hot water, her skin turning red as she scrubbed at her body with a wash cloth and staying in the shower until the hot water ran out.

After her shower, she dried off and got dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a pink tank top. She found her phone and her keys laying on the kitchen table, her father's truck gone, meaning he had actually found a way to stumble to work earlier in the morning.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through her numbers until she found the person she was looking for. She pressed call and listened as it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Logan, it's Andrea"

"Hey sexy, long time no fuck"

"I know, my parents found out about some of my after school activities" she said, not needing to go into detail.

"Sorry to hear that, what's up?"

"You know a lot about cars right?"

"Been working at my dad's body shop since I was 10"

"What do you know about cutting someone's brakes?"

"Simple project, not usually legal"

"How could I convince you to do it to a pick up truck?"

"Well, I'd have to be guarantee I wouldn't get caught, and another night with you."

"I can promise you you won't get caught, and the rest sounds pretty reasonable."

"Sick, where and when am I doing this?"

"My garage, tonight." She answered, knowing her dad got home early on Mondays but his buddy picked him up to go to a bar for a darts tournament at 5.

"Sounds good sexy."

"I'll text you when it's good for you to come over"

"Sweet. Later"

After hanging up the phone she pulled her sheets off of her bed and put them in the wash before driving to the pharmacy to get another Plan B, and the refill her doctor had written her for her Vicodin and her Ambien.

 

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At school that day...

Michelle was scared, and alone. Where the hell was Andrea, anyway? Julie and Lindsay had just given her glares from hell, staring daggers at her, and now she found another stupid letter in her locker, instructing her to leave her panties in a paper bag on a certain bench during her free period, and to then proceed to the south janitor's closet on the second floor. She was scared, and alone. She looked around and there were no friendly faces.

Her free period was the second one of the day. She went to the bathroom and removed her panties, left them in a sack on the bench and headed for the janitors closet. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked around, but could see no one. She realized in a sick, awful moment that her pussy was dripping wet. She opened the closet door. It was dark. She took a step inside and as she said "Hello?" two pair of hands grabbed her and the door shut, leaving them in complete darkness.

She struggled, but the hands were all over her, groping her, probing her... And then zippers being pulled down, and cocks rubbing on her. A hand quickly covered her mouth. She was bent over. She was taken from behind, and as she tried to open her mouth to scream, a cock pushed into her mouth and they fucked both holes roughly, for what seemed like forever...

 

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While she waited in line at the pharmacy, Andrea pulled out her phone and sent Michelle a text message, apologizing for not being at school.

"Hey girl, sry I didn't come today, had a terrible weekend and needed to deal with things, I hope evry things ok. c u tomoro."

She got her things at the pharmacy and left, not wanting to go home because she knew her dad would be there. So she decided to go to a local coffee shop to get some homework done instead.

A few hours later she drove home just in time to see her dad get into his buddy's car. She waited down the block until they drove away before pulling into the driveway. She went in the house and started to clean up the mess from the weekend and texted Logan.

"Coast's clear, stop by any time"

She waited on the front porch and smiled at him when he pulled up to her house.

 

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Logan arrived pretty quickly. "Hey babe," he said, not disguising his lust for her in the slightest as he looked her up and down. "How've you been? Been too long. I'm glad you called. But what's this brake line stuff all about?" he asked her.

 

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Andrea smiled and walked over to him when he walked up into the porch. "It's good to see you," she said, noticing him looking at her.

"I've had a rough patch the last couple weeks, and some of it's gonna be resolved tonight. My dad beats my mom and me when he gets drunk which is nearly every night, my mom is either gone on business or passed out drunk lately which leaves me. He started doing more lately, and I just wanna make sure it never happens again" she explained, leading him into the house.

"please tell me you're still willing to do it," she said to him, her body pressed lightly to his.

 

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Logan could feel his anger quickly rise as she told him her story, and pressed her amazing, sexy body against him.

"Yeah, yeah, just show me the car, honey," he said, and he followed her into the garage. He had his own little toolbag with him, and he got down underneath the pickup truck, and was done in no time.

"There ya go," he said. "All good." He put his tools away in the toolbag and looked up at her. Damn, but she was fucking hot. "So when do I get mine?"

 

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Andrea took Logan's hand when he said he'd still do it, and lead him into the garage. She turned on the lights and sat down on the stool by the tool bench, nodding to the big white pickup truck.

She waited quietly while he worked on the truck, and was surprised how fast it went.

She stood up and walked towards him, looking into his eyes. "How's now work for you? We should probably go somewhere else, just so you're not here when my dad gets home," she said, leading him out of the garage, making sure his things were all in his bag before shutting off the lights and going back into the house.

"I just need a second to go grab my stuff for school tomorrow, we could get a room somewhere." she suggested.

 

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"Yeah, okay," Logan said, "as long as you've got the bill, I'm fucking broke."

He called up after her. "You got any weed?"

 

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"I've still got cash from Christmas that'll cover it," she said, making her way up the stairs to grab her uniform and her books.

She went to her dresser and opened the middle drawer, pulling out her secret stash when he asked if she had any weed.

5 minutes later she came back down the stairs with her bag and grabbed her keys. "Holiday Inn on McGovern Ave okay?" she asked him.

 

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"Yeah, for sure," Logan said, "let's go." They went out to his car and drove off to the hotel, and a little while later they were pushing into a nondescript, anonymous room, and tugging at each other's clothes, groping at each other's bodies, and ready to use each other for completely selfish purposes...

 

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Andrea followed Logan out to his car and got in. It was a short drive to the hotel and she checked in, paying with her debit card, grabbing the plastic keycard and walking with him to their room on the second floor.

They stumbled into the room, dropping her backpack onto the floor and shutting the door. She inhaled sharply when he pressed her against the wall, both of them pulling at each other's clothes, his hands moving quickly to her breasts, grabbing at them through her clothes.

"Why haven't we done this more often?" she asked, pulling off his hoodie before moving them slowly to the bed in the center of the room.

 

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"You never called me back," Logan replied with a smirk as he unzipped his pants and dropped them.

"Knees, bitch. Now."