The Princess and the Toad

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 3 of 7

Their Little Slut

Hours later, both of the girls' heads pivoted in unison as the sound of footsteps on the stairs echoed within the basement. They saw both sets of boots coming down and expected lunch to be a simple repeat of breakfast. When the younger men's hands came into view however, the girls saw that he carried a plate with a quartet of sandwiches.

"Lunchtime, girlies," Hank announced. "We decided you did such a good job at breakfast we wouldn't make you earn your keep again until supper, but seeing your fine body, well, my dick's starting to have second thoughts already."

The man paused to glance about the basement. "Russ, we're gonna need us some chairs down here anyway. Go fetch a couple."

The younger man set the plate upon the floor and waddled back toward the stairs.

Hank looked at the two girls over as they knelt side-by-side in front of him. "You sure one of you ain't adopted?"

"Certain," Veronica replied quickly.

"Then how come you got all the looks?"

"I didn't!"

"It's real touchin' the way you stick up for your sister," Hank noted. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would you?"

Veronica shook her head meekly. "No, sir."

"So if I release one of your hands so you can eat," Hank began, "you won't cause no trouble, will ya?"

"No."

The man turned to the younger sister. "And you?"

"No, sir."

"Alright then." Hank bent down and fumbled with the key until Erica's right hand was free. The man then took the empty cuff and attached it to Veronica's right hand before repeating the process, in reverse, for the older girl.

"Thank you," replied Veronica as she wiggled her stiff left wrist.

Hank moved the plates to where the girls could reach it. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as he heard his brother on the stairs. "Bring them chairs over here," he called. "And fetch some water."

"Ok." Russ carried the chairs to his brother, before retreating once again up the stairs.

Hank flipped one of the crude wooden chairs backwards and straddled the seat, resting his crossed arms across the back. "Eat up," he said. "We don't mean to poison or starve ya."

Erica reached for her sandwich and gave it some scrutiny. Veronica, on the other hand, grabbed the nearest morsel and took a large bite, her eyes never leaving her captor.

Hank smiled. "I was right impressed with how you did this morning. None of that 'Oh, I could never put my mouth on that!' crap we expected from you." He paused to give opportunity for response, but both girls chose to eat instead of talk.

The man stood as his brother reappeared with a pitcher of tap water. "Well, reckon we'll leave you two to dine on your own." He stooped to give one of Veronica's breasts a firm squeeze. "See you later," he concluded with a wink.

Left alone, the girls consumed with some haste the balance of the simple meal. The sisters soon had reason to lament their appetites. As the afternoon wore on their digestive tracts soon began to give notice. Long before dusk each girl, having held out of long as she physically could, was compelled by nature to evacuate her bowels upon the concrete.

The sisters had to put up with the sight and scent until mid-evening, when the men reappeared.

Hank immediately noticed the feces and wrinkled his nose. "Had to shit, did ya?"

"We're sorry," Veronica said immediately. "We tried to wait, but we couldn't."

"Of course not," said Hank. "Who said you had to wait? That's what the hose is for."

"Hose?"

"Yeah," said Hank. "Russ, fetch the hose."

The hefty man walked to the cavernous fiberglass sink near the water heater and retrieved a common garden hose.

"See," said Hank. "No problem. We'll just spray it all over to the drain." The man proceeded to do just that, and then give their captives a spraying as well. Both men laughed as the girls shrieked while blast of cold water played across their exposed forms.

"What's the matter," Hank asked as his brother finally shut the faucet off. "Don't you girls like baths? I think you must, your nipples are hard and pointed- so you must be excited. Speaking of which, I got something that's hard, pointed, and excited too."

"We got your dinner cooking upstairs," the man continued as he reached for his belt. "But we've got a two course appetizer for you first."

Veronica released a massive sigh as she saw the old man's already hard cock spring from his trousers.

The next few days went much the same way, the girls being ignored except for meals, and baths. A 'meal' almost always included Veronica blowing at least one, and frequently both, brothers. Erica was all but ignored.

On the morning of the forth day of their captivity, though the sisters had by then quit counting, the routine changed when the two men came downstairs.

Russ sprayed the girl's nightly refuse away with the hose before sadistically spraying them as well, as was by then his habit.

Veronica sat upright as the younger brother put the hose away, resigned to performing her usual morning service. Her brow dropped with her eyes as Hank knelt beside her and began to unfasten her cuffs.

"We've decided you need a bit of exercise," Hank noted as the first of the chains fell from the girl's wrist.

Veronica's throat convulsed as if to swallow, but her mouth was parched. She started to ask what the man had in mind, but decided she'd find out soon enough.

"Get up," Hank ordered as the last cuff fell from her ankle.

Veronica stood, adopting a meek, submissive pose, hoping to inspire any shred of pity her captors might possess.

"I'd been thinkin' to not give you a good fuckin' until just after you've had your period," Hank announced. "But I been thinkin' that as long as we cum in your mouth instead of your cunt, we probably won't be getting you knocked up too soon."

Veronica grimaced.

Hank jerked his head. "Over on the mattress girl. On all fours, like a good little bitch."

Veronica stumbled to the bed, her disused muscles protesting the exertion. She had expected the men to get around to again raping something besides her mouth, but the passage of a few days had given her some hope that the bulk of her molestation would be confined to simple blowjobs.

"Yeah," Hank said as he watched the girl assume the pose he had ordered. "You got a nice little ass too. Not as good as your tits, but real nice."

"Yeah," grunted Russ as he gaped at the girl's partially exposed snatch. "Real nice."

"Why don't you pick who you want to fuck you first?" Hank suggested.

"I don't care," Veronica replied.

"I didn't ask if you cared!" Hank bellowed. "Pick!"

"You," Veronica replied calmly.

"Me what?" Hank asked sarcastically. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me first, Hank," Veronica said in as much of a monotone as she could manage.

"That's better," Hank said. He methodically removed his trousers and shorts, then moved to kneel behind the girl.

Veronica stiffened as she felt the man's hand roughly probe her snatch. Hank rubbed the edge of his mitt up and down the girl's closed vulva, until her body betrayed her wishes and began to respond to the sensation.

"Yeah," Hank hissed as he felt the girl's moist pussy lips part. "You want it, don't you slut? You missed having a big dick in your pussy, didn't you?" He allowed a few seconds for reply before bringing his hand down upon her buttock.

Veronica jolted from the unexpected shock.

"I asked you a question, slut!" Hank bellowed. "Do you want my cock in your wet little cunt?"

"Sure," Veronica said simply.

"Then ask for it, like a good little slut," Hank demanded.

Veronica sighed, thankful she at least did not have to look at her oppressor as he took her. "I want your cock in my cunt," she muttered.

"You didn't say 'please.'" Hank noted.

Veronica rolled her eyes. " Please ."

"Well," Hank said. "Since you asked nicely." He grasped his manhood and began rubbing his cockhead up and down the crease where his hand had so recently been.

Veronica's head sagged as she felt her passage ready itself for penetration. She shook her head as she condemned her traitorous cunt for all but welcoming her defiler. She quivered each time the tip of the man's cock crossed her entry, knowing any time could be the moment she dreaded. She shuddered when he stopped and pushed the malleable crown of his prick until it filled her concave entrance.

"How's it feel to be my personal little whore?" Hank asked as he pushed his cock for a second time into her snug interior.

Veronica grunted only slightly as her love canal expanded to accommodate the unwelcome guest. Her head hung low with her morale as the old man put his hands to her hips. Hank began to pump the girl, each stroke more vigorous than the last.

Veronica's eyes found her breasts, swinging in time with the man's thrusting. What is the big deal? she asked herself . He's already raped you once. Why is this time worse than the first? Her breasts swung three times before she realized the answer; This time I'm letting him do it! It was true, she was not tied up or forced like she had been the first time. By submitting, she was implicitly accepting her place in life as his slut, his sexual plaything. And Erica was witness to it all.

"You got a nice little pussy," Hank noted. "It hugs my cock like a glove. I think maybe your pussy and my dick were made for one another."

Soon the man was pounding the girl's passage with abandon, ramming the full length of his rod into her confines with each stroke. "Push back against me, slut," he demanded. "And squeeze."

With a sigh of resignation, Veronica followed the instruction, adopting a rhythm that matched that of her tormenter.

"How's it feel to have your pussy stuffed?" Hank asked maliciously.

"It feels good," Veronica muttered without moving her head, though it was an absolute lie. This time was much worse than the first, an unmistakable confirmation that all the man claimed was true; that she was his to do with as he pleased, as often as he pleased, however he pleased.

"Are you sure?" Hank inquired. "You don't sound too enthusiastic. Maybe I should be fucking your sister instead. Maybe she's got an even tighter cunt than yours. As ugly as she is, I bet she's never even been kissed, let alone fucked. I suppose I might be able to close my eyes and manage."

Both sets of feminine eyes flew wide. Veronica inhaled a quick breath, and then looked over her shoulder to reply, "No, sir! "Please leave your cock in my pussy. I love it there. Don't ever take it out. You're right, my pussy and your cock were made for one another." She grimaced as her own words reached her ears.

"Well," Hank began, "That sounded a little better, but I think it's definitely time to take it out."

"No," Veronica begged, trying to conjure any words that would spare her sister from suffering the same fate. "Please don't give your big cock to my sister! I don't want to share! I want it all for myself!"

"I didn't say I was going to give it to your sister," Hank said. "It's just time for it to go back in your mouth. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll never think of putting it in your sister again. What do you say?"

"Yes, sir," Veronica replied with a sniffle. "I always try to do a good job." Her eyes clouded. "I'm your slut, sir. I always do my best for you."

Hank smiled. "That's good. Now get your little slut mouth over here and start sucking."

Veronica spun on her hands and knees. She held her mouth wide and stretched her neck. Gaining the tip of Hank's cock with her upper lip, she brought the shaft horizontal and plunged her mouth over its length. She hardly noticed the flavor of her own snatch as she fellated the man with renewed determination; her only goal was push all thoughts of Erica from his mind.

"Now that's what I call sucking!" Hank bellowed. "I knew you could do it. Practice makes perfect, right?" He turned to his brother. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck her. A good little slut like this wants to please both her men at once. Don't you, slut?"

Veronica did her best to grunt in the affirmative as she continued to draw ferociously upon the man's cock. She soon felt Russ's hands on her hips, and his soft belly resting on her ass. She winced but slightly as the younger brother easily penetrated her well-lubed passage.

The young brunette's chest suddenly felt hollow as she realized she was being book-ended by the two disgusting hicks. Her entire existence now consisted simply of coaxing cum from a pair of grubby old men.

Her attention momentarily centered upon feeling sorry for herself, Veronica did not notice the cock in her mouth grow larger. The crown flared. She issued a grunt of surprise as Hank's first spurt coated the back of her tongue. She gulped it down quickly; knowing there was likely much more to follow.

"Oh, God," Hank moaned. "You are just a cocksucking, cum-eating machine, aren't you slut? That's right, milk every last drop of cum from them balls. And you keep my dick in your warm little mouth and make it good and hard again, because it's going right back in your pussy as soon as Russ is ready to trade places."

"Oh, Hank," Russ moaned. "I'm close already."

"What?" Hank sneered. "Can't you ever hold your load for more than two minutes?"

"Oh, Hank," Russ whimpered. "This babe is so fucking hot I can almost cum just looking at her."

Hank glanced down to see the girl's chocolate colored orbs looking mournfully back at him while she continued to obediently cleanse and nurture his cock. "I know what you mean bro," he said. "And she looks hungry too."

"That's your cue, slut," Hank barked. "Turn around have some more breakfast."

Veronica released one cock from her mouth, only to have it quickly replaced by another once she had scooted to face the opposite direction.

"Yeah, baby," Russ said as her face disappeared beneath his belly. He grabbed the back of the girl's head and forced his manhood beyond her mouth and into her throat.

"Ahhhhh," the younger brother moaned as he felt the soft tissue of the brunette's gullet envelope his cockhead. She sputtered and gagged as the man gripped her still-damp tresses, holding her mouth steady over his throbbing rod.

"Yeah," chortled Hank. "Give it to her. All sluts like having their face fucked."

Veronica barely noticed Hank's semi-erect cock return to her pussy. Her attention was instead completely focused on her confined head and corked neck. She felt her eyes fill with moisture as she continued to choke. Her damp eyes flew wide as she felt her throat begin to fill as well. A steady stream of tears began to cascade down the young girl's cheeks as a stream of a different sort began to flow down her throat.

"Oh, God," Russ moaned as his cock continued to unload.

Hank beamed. "Breakfast is served?"

"Oh, yeah!" Russ bellowed.

"Awright!" Hank held a vertical palm over the girl's back. Russ released the girl's head and brought his hand forcefully to that of his brother.

The male siblings celebrated their achievement with a poorly executed high-five as the object of their conquest gasped for air beneath them. Several stringy trails of semen hung from Veronica's open, panting, lips as she let her sunken, bloodshot eyes fall to the floor. She realized she was their personal little slut, in every sense of the word.