Title: Jumping Hotdog's The Game of Bones
Author: Jumping Hotdog
Keywords: bg, Fg, M+f, Mg, M+g, mg, fg, anal, oral, mc, bdsm, inc
Summary: Robin thought her life the worst, but her petty problems are shown
in a new light when she is inducted into Wormwood Academy, a school where 
new students are seen as sexy prey.

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                                    ~#~                                    

   Diana jerked awake when her brother rammed three fingers into her pussy.
The invasion was sudden and she was dry. It felt like her pussy was being 
torn apart. She screamed and tried to twist away but he grabbed a fist full
of the long pink t-shirt she slept in and held fast.

   Connor smirked, a violent expression on his normally cherubic face. 
"Awake, slut?" he hissed and forced his fingers deeper. She felt an 
abyssal, painful wrongness within her, like a knife splitting her down the 
middle. "It won't be long now. Not many charms left. And you know what 
happens then..." He let the sentence trail off and leered.

   She wanted to vomit. Her body shook. But she couldn't let on her 
weakness. "Let me go," she said. "You know what mom said."

   He gave a derisive snort but did withdraw his fingers. He did it slowly,
though, and sniffed them loudly under his nose. "This will me mine soon," 
he said and stalked out the room. "And then we'll see what you say."

   For long seconds after he was gone, Diana just lay numb and dumb on her 
bed, pain still throbbing from her abused pussy.

   How had it come to this? Her parents had always encouraged a rivalry 
between her and her twin, Connor. Mom had pitted them in contests under the
guise of play, with prizes of candy, reduced chores and even more expensive
things for the winner, like trips out or video games. But it had never been
like this.

   Everything had changed on their tenth birthday. Mom had given Diana her 
first ten charms and Connor his. Then they'd played the Game of Bones for 
the first time, their family's hidden tradition. The memory of that first, 
terrible contest - the humiliation, the utter violation - made her want to 
vomit anew. But she didn't have a choice. To refuse to play was to loose 
and the consequences of losing were all too clear.

   Diana clambered from the bed, careful not to stretch her painful pussy, 
and slipped off her baggy sleeping shirt. This left her naked. She hated 
how she looked. She hated her tall gangly body, all sharp slants, pointed 
elbows and knife-like knees, not even softened by a hint of puppy-fat. Her 
brother was different. He was the blonde haired, blue eyed angel, with a 
soft round face that completely hid the monster within.

   She looked into her face in the mirror. Hard angles looked back, framed 
by straight black hair and set with cutting eyes. "I hate you," she 
whispered, speaking to herself, speaking to the pieces of her parents that 
lay within her. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

   Tears stinging her eyes, she spun away and started pulling on clothes. 
The Game of Bones might define her life now, but her parents had made it 
clear she still needed to do her chores.

                                    ~#~                                    

   The sun was still golden with dawn light as Diana lugged the tub of 
soapy water out to the stables. She wore a pair of jeans, torn at the 
knees, and a pink t-shirt with 'Barbie' written on it. Many washings had 
worn it thin and her nipples poked into it, hard from the cold. Some of her
class at school had the starts of breasts but all Diana had so far was hard
little eraser point nubs.

   The water was heavy and her arms were thin. She could have tapped her 
strength charm but that would deplete it and she might need it later. By 
the time she reached the stable door, she was shaking with the strain of 
holding the water aloft. Once there, she set the water down with a dull 
thud and unlatched the stable door.

   "Come here, Princess," she said and stepped inside.

   Princess looked up from her hay-bed and swept to her feet, the motion 
extremely graceful for one so bound. She wore a black leather single sleeve
armbinder. The laces were tight, keeping her elbows together at her back. 
Indeed that was all she wore.

   As trained, she presented her chest, her small muscular breasts pressing
out. Regular exercise kept Princess fit, gymnast-lithe and runner-slim. It 
was one of Connor's tasks to exercise her every day, either on the guide 
line or a proper ride in one of the carts. Even Diana had enjoyed such 
rides. Who could not love the sense of speed and control as the wind 
whipped around her?

   Growing up, she had never thought twice about the fact that where other 
families had ponies hers had a pony girl. It was just one of those things, 
no different from that Becky's family kept dogs or that Gilly had a pet pig
called Dolly she cared for every day. Now that she'd played the Game of 
Bones, though, it took on a sinister dimension. Diana looked at Princess 
and saw some of her own features there, in the hair, the porcelain skin and
the hard chin. Princess could have been family. Princess was family.

   Years ago, on their tenth birthday, Princess and mom had played the Game
of Bones, as each generation did, and Princess had lost. This would be her 
if she lost, Connor's petgirl for the rest of her life.

   Not the Princess seemed to know this. She whinnied happily and shook her
head from side to side, sending a wave of voluptuous black hair shaking 
down her back. Then she fell to her knees before Diana and nuzzled at her 
crotch. Her nose and tongue rubbed at the crotch-seam of Diana's pants and 
sent strange vibrations straight into Diana's pussy. Diana blushed and 
batted the pony girl away.

   "Not now."

   Princess projected a sorrowful expression with her wide expressive eyes 
and turned around. She bent low and presented her pussy, the lips red and 
glistening with juices. Her breasts mashed into the straw covered ground.

   Diana knew what she had to do. Princess would be quite unmanageable 
unless she was relieved. Luckily, there was equipment just for this.

   Muttering about needy ponies, Diana left the stable and walked to the 
water-proof plastic box which held Princess's tack and equipment. She 
retrieved the powerful vibrator from its cloth bag and plugged it into a 
socket which hung from the roof.

   At once it burst to life. The heavy head thumbed with power. The tremors
travelled up her arms and rattled her teeth. She held the angry weapon out 
and away from her, at arms-length. Slowly, she pushed it onto Princess's 
silly pony-girl pussy. Princess let loose a very happy moan and her hips 
bucked. Diana knew her job and kept the vibrator in place. Princess's cries
grew louder and louder, and her motions wilder and wilder. After a few 
minutes intense stimulation, she came. Princess collapsed twitching to the 
ground, her naked, vulnerable body scraping against the dirt and straw.

   "You're just getting yourself mucky," said Diana, not that Princess 
seemed to listen. When she at last stopped writhing, Diana withdrew and 
unplugged the vibrator and dragged the tub into the stable.

   "Cleaning position!" she snapped.

   Princess obeyed, rising to her feet on shaking legs and standing back 
straight, legs apart. Her pussy was in even worse state than before, 
covered with sticky foam and dribbling goo. Diana grabbed a sponge, dunked 
it in the soapy water and started scrubbing Princess down. The hot suds 
took the worst sweat and grime of Princess's body and vigorous scrubbing 
did the rest.

   Over fifteen minutes of hard effort, Diana scrubbed down Princess's 
face, neck, back, chest, stomach and legs. It took a lot of rubbing to get 
Princess's pussy clean and Princess wasn't happy about it. She mewled and 
flicked her head but was too well behaved to move out of the way.

   "Stop your silly wining," said Diana as she frowned and bit her lip. 
"It's very dirty and needs cleaned."

   The water was tepid by the time she was done and Princess glistened with
liquid and the occasional soap bubble. Diana ran back to the house and 
returned with a thick towel, which she used to dry Princess off.

   "There, don't you feel better?"

   Princess gave a whinny, though what exactly it meant Diana couldn't 
tell. She did nuzzle Diana's shoulder a bit, which she took as a good sign.

   "Now, I'll see you tomorrow," said Diana as she packed everything away. 
She looked back towards the house, where the Game of Bones waited. "I 
hope." She said that last under her breath.

                                    ~#~                                    

   Connor, mom and dad were all there waiting for her as Diana slowly 
walked into the parlor. They sat at the large, polished rosewood dining 
table, the Game of Bones closed before them.

   Mom was a tall, regal and beautiful woman. Her midnight hair fell to the
small of her back and her skin was a flawless white, far too pale for a 
working farmwife, but of course she had charms of her own.

   Dad was different. His features where harsher, more rugged, and his eyes
were like flints. His big, calloused hands were piled before him.

   Connor sat between them, a sadistic smirk on his angel-face.

   "Diana!" said mom. "You're finally here. We were getting worried." The 
words hid a threat. Diana knew the cost of refusing to play. "Are you 
ready?"

   Sickness twisting in her throat, Diana nodded. The motion was a forced 
jerk. Her mouth was dry and her heart thundered in her chest. Past pains, 
humiliations and terrors filled her mind.

   The Game of Bones was a simple thing to look at. It was an old hinged 
box, the kind of thing which might contain a backgammon set. A train of 
animals ran across its surface, nose to tail, cats, dogs, sheep, horses and
stranger things.

   Mom undid the simple latch and opened it up. At the centre was the dark 
red glass eye. At either end were the betting cups. In-between was the 
wooden board, carved with hits and strategies by players past. On the board
lay the three throwing bones.

   Diana sat down opposite Connor, the game between them. She had no 
choice. A moment more and her legs would have given out. Her charms hung 
limp on her wrist, silver shapes on a bracelet. Only six remained. Connor 
had sixteen.

   "Now dear," said mom. "I believe it is your turn to throw." She pointed 
at the bone sticks.

   Diana could barely move. She shook in her seat. She wanted to vomit. She
wanted to cry. Her hands wouldn't unclasp. She couldn't have picked up the 
sticks even if she wanted to and right then she wanted to do anything but.

   "Please," she whispered. "Please don't make me."

   Her mother's gaze turned to coal and she raised a hand, her own charms 
flashing. She gave Diana a stinging slap on her ten-year-old cheek. Pain 
bloomed and heat blazed across the reddening skin.

   "Listen to me," she hissed. "I had to play this game when I was your 
age, as did my father before me and his mother before her and back God only
knows how many generations. Now play."

   In that moment Diana's fear of her mother eclipsed her fear of the game.
Her hand shot out without conscious thought, and she snatched up the bone 
sticks. They felt heavy in her hand, far more than their meagre weight 
could account. Connor met her eyes and smiled. His smile said everything it
needed to. You're going to lose, it said. I will own you. Deep in her soul,
Diana believed him right.

   The sticks were old, roughly carved and the off white of bleached bone. 
They each had six sides along the length and rounded ends. Each side had a 
number of slashes, from one to six. Like dice but strange.

   She shook them in her hand and cast them down. They rolled, clattered 
and came to a halt. Two, one and three. Six in total. Her eyes scanned the 
board where the hints were carved.

   'Prime = pain' read one, though all rolls equalled pain in Diana's 
experience. 'Odds means direct contest,' read another and more relevant 
note. 'Below seven means asymmetric.' Diana wished she knew what asymmetric
meant.

   The red eye shimmered and three slashes appeared in its depths. That was
the number of charms she must take with her and also the number which would
be imperilled if she lost.

   Slowly she counted them off, choosing each in turn. Her breath charm 
went in first, then her command charm and finally, after a moment's 
panicked indecision, her pain-good charm. She didn't know the challenge to 
come and had to cover her options. Across the table Connor did the same. He
plopped his three into the cup with careless aplomb. Each struck like a 
tolling bell.

   Once they were ready, they both touched the red eye.

   "Slut," he mouthed as the world dissolved around them.

                                    ~#~                                    

   When the world reappeared, Diana was naked. Humid heat clawed at her 
skin and a powerful sun beat down from overhead. She cast around for 
danger. Jungle spilled away in all directions, dense trees, vines, vivid 
flowering plants and creepers. The sounds of life filled it, buzzing flies,
hooting birds and panicked howls.

   The only thing she had was her bracelet of charms. All six where there 
but three were black, like iron. Only the charms she'd placed in the 
betting-cup glittered true silver. Holding the charms in place was a green 
snake, made from a semi-transparent gem. "Run," it hissed. "Escape and you 
win."

   She glanced over her shoulder. Connor stood there, dressed like a great 
white hunter and wearing a pith helmet. A long powerful rifle appeared in 
his hands. He smiled with manic glee as he eyed the naked Diana. "Fuck 
year," he said.

   Diana ran.

   The first shot rang out when the jungle edge was still feet away. It 
streaked over her shoulder, so close she could feel the wind. A tree ahead 
exploded into a small cloud of woodchips.

   Before he could take a second shot, she made the trees and darted among 
them. Already she was breathing hard and fast, terror and physical effort 
combining to make a deadly cocktail in her blood.

   Stripped, alone and hunted for sport, the ten year-old cried long 
racking sobs of naked terror as she sprinted around trees, past snaring 
creepers and over hidden holes. Tears stung her eyes and blurred her 
vision, turning the mass of green and brown into a twisted mess. A creeping
vine caught on her foot and she crashed into the ground. It hit her and mud
smeared her flat chest and face.

   From behind she could hear Connor coming. He blundered through the 
jungle. His rifle fired and raucous birds exploded into the air.

   Diana couldn't stop. She couldn't be captured. She couldn't loose. She 
pushed herself up on her thin, shaking arms, the mud oozing off her flat 
tits and pointed nipples, and activated her breath charm. It looked like a 
fat baby's face, cheeks pushed up and expelling a short spout of silver 
air. She'd won it weeks ago, in a sick contest of strangulation. As the 
magic left it, the silver turned dull and tarnished. At the same moment, 
powerful breath rushed into to her lungs and stamina filled her limbs, a 
supernatural second wind.

   The power of the charm bore her up and forward at a dead sprint. Trees 
flashed past. Hanging plants slapped at her, feeling like heavy paddles 
against her quivering, sensitive flesh. A razor sharp leaf cut a bloody 
gash along one cheek. It dribbled vivid crimson down her sweaty, mud 
covered skin. Her other charms wouldn't help now. There was no pain to make
feel good, for her Pain-Good charm. The command charm might work to slow 
down Connor but it was weak against fellow players of the Game of Bones and
would be useless if he'd come prepared with a counter.

   She risked a glance behind her. Connor was there, moving forward just as
fast as her but whereas she was endowed with supernatural wind, the jungle 
pulled back from him, leaving a straight path. What charms did he have? He 
had sixteen to choose from, some given on their birthday, others won from 
her and still more awarded as prizes for victory at the Game of Bones. It 
could even be his role in the game lending him power.

   He saw her look and hoisted his rifle again. It spat fire, the bang 
shook the jungle and Diana threw herself to the ground. Once more mud 
mashed against her small naked body and the bullet tore over her head. She 
scrabbled forward, on hands and knees at first, then upright again. The 
power of her charm wasn't unlimited and she could feel it failing, the 
fringes of exhaustion creeping in around the edges. The snake had said to 
flee but flee where. What was escape? Was there a boundary, just ahead, or 
did she need to lose her brother somehow.

   She flung herself around a tree just as another bullet whizzed past. A 
brightly coloured flower exploded into a storm of ripped apart petals and 
pollen. The pollen burned her eyes and set her nose to running. Paralysing 
terror swirled in her gut. She just wanted this to be over. Why did she 
have to play the Game of Bones?

   "Just go away!" she screamed, tapping her command charm. The magic leant
her voice mesmeric power and the jungle burst to life as hundreds of bugs, 
birds and small furry things fled away. Connor stilled too, no more 
gunshots, no more brash advance.

   She turned and ran, not running to win the game anymore but to escape 
her life and everything it represented.

   A shot rang out. Pain exploded in her left thigh. All her strength 
vanished in an instant. She hit the ground like a ragdoll, body tumbling 
and rolling. She came to a stop, half sprawled against a broken, mould 
covered log. She couldn't feel her leg any more, just a buzzing numbness.

   "Disgusting," spat Connor as he came up behind. "Covered in mud like a 
pig. When you're my pet girl, should I make you a pig? You're too ugly to 
be much else."

   His words cut Diana. They shouldn't have. She knew Connor as a monster, 
a horrible twisted brother who only wanted others to suffer. He'd been so 
when he'd destroyed her dolls at aged five, when he'd broken her arm at age
seven, and the first time he'd raped her during the Game of Bones on her 
tenth birthday and countless times since. Worse, he was right. She was low,
nothing, exactly the pig he named her. A ten year old pig girl who deserved
suffering for being so useless.

   He raised the gun and pointed it at her head. She looked down the barrel
at her death. It wouldn't be permanent, not in the game. In some ways it 
was better than the alternatives.

   With a cruel smirk he threw the gun to one side and undid his pants. His
penis came out, small, flaccid and hidden in skin. It was almost pathetic 
but he tapped a tiny penis charm hanging from his wrist and blood surged to
his cock. It grew bigger and bolder, becoming long, fat and very red with a
bulbous mushroom head.

   "I don't win by killing you, slut," he hissed as he shoved her onto her 
front so she hung on her mud smeared stomach over the rotting log. His 
small hands spread her ass. "I win by fucking this."

   No! Diana froze in utter terror but it was already too late. Connor 
drove his penis into her unguarded ass, stretching her tight rosebud and 
ripping into the tight tube beyond.

   "Yes!" he hissed as he drove forward. It felt like a rod of fire and 
gutted to a halt half way in. His hand came down and smacked her right ass 
cheek. It blazed with pain. He yanked back, the sensation like he was 
pulling out her insides, then shoved back in.

   Somewhere in her pain rattled mind, a small part of Diana knew she had 
to act. She scrabbled for the pain-good charm, the tiny silver whip which 
would make everything okay. She won it by cumming while in bone splitting 
agony. It would make everything good. It would make everything-

   Connor saw her plan and grabbed both her wrists. He ranched them up and 
back, locking them behind her back. Even though she was taller than her 
brother, he was stronger and she could barely move.

   "No you don't, you little slut," he said as he slammed into her ass, 
driving the deepest yet. "Ass fucks should hurt. It teaches sluts like you 
their place."

   Diana screamed, her throat hoarse. Where had Connor even learned his 
sexual sadism? Everything hurt, from her curling toes to her ringing teeth,
but the pain in her poor, ten year-old ass was the worst of all. With a 
final jarring thud Connor bottomed out in her ass. His small hairless balls
slapped against her equally hairless pussy.

   "Please," she begged. "I'll do what you want. Please. Please. Just let 
me use the charm."

   He laughed. "I'll tell you what, slut. I'll use one of my own charms." 
He pulled back, so only the fat head of his cock remained in her ass, and 
slammed in again. "It's one of mom's. The slut charm. Remember Rachel from 
school. I tried it out on her."

   God no! Rachel had been a mousy girl. She wore large round glasses and 
seldom spoke above a whisper. She'd been home-schooled until 5th grade, 
when her dad had died and her mother had to go back to work. Even when she 
did start at public school she'd worn conservative dresses that covered her
body and always had a cross around her neck. Until two weeks ago.

   She'd started dressing differently. Gone were the long brown dresses. In
their place she wore miniskirts and tube tops, which showed her belly and 
long, thin legs. The tops bore strange logos, like Loli and JailB*it. Next 
she'd started flirting with boys, giggling, fluttering her eyes and 
touching arms. After that came the blowjobs, or so the rumours said. Libby 
said Rachel had sucked off two black boys behind the sports shed. Jessica 
the geek claimed Rachel had blown Mr Jackson, the maths teacher, for a 
better grade. Not everyone believed the rumours but everyone believed what 
happened next.

   Debby had been caught fucking three boys at once, a cock in each of her 
mouth, cunt and ass. The principle had to drag her kicking and screaming 
off them. She'd been half crazy, screaming and clawing to get back to her 
rape.

   "Say slut," said Connor and tapped a tiny Barbie silver doll, hanging 
from his charm bracelet.

   The pain-good charm always worked in an instant. It swept away all pain,
replacing it with blazing pleasure. This charm was different. At first she 
felt nothing strange, just the terrible, terrible pain of her vicious rape.
Then a dark lust stirred in her pussy.

   Even as she sobbed, her clit began to buzz. The hard little nub poked 
out from its immature hood.

   "Who's got a needy slutty pussy?" asked Connor and slapped her ass. 
Diana moaned between her sobs, the pain stirring the sickening sexual heat 
within her. He battered in and out, more violent than ever before, but 
somehow it got her hot. Her ass clenched and her ten year-old cunt creamed 
itself.

   "This is your own fault," he hissed. "If you weren't such a slut, you 
wouldn't be getting off on this."

   That wasn't true. In between her screams and tears Diana knew it 
couldn't be true. It was the charm, not her. It was the Game of Bones, that
horrible twisted thing. But another part of her knew he was right. It was 
her fault for being so useless.

   "Here it comes!" shouted Connor. He released Diana's hands from the 
small of her back and took a hold of her non-existent hips. Pulling and 
pushing at the same time, he slammed completely home. As his fingers bit 
into the bony flesh of her ass, his cock erupted. It pumped hot, incestuous
seed deep into her.

   At the same moment, primed by the unwanted gift of rape seed, the dark 
venom of sexual pleasure exploded within Diana. Her cunt clenched in 
unwanted orgasm. It made her head spin, a sickly volcano of pleasure, and 
she shook silently as the pinnacle of her rape rolled through her.

   As the force of her reaction darkened her vision, the world dissolved.

   Connor had won the game.

                                    ~#~                                    

   Diana came to sitting at her chair in the parlor. The pains from the 
game hung like phantom ghosts on her body, there and not at the same time. 
At once she broke into a low racking sob that sent gentle shakes through 
her body. The pain would disappear eventually, but that was only half of 
why she cried. She'd lost the game and come a step closer to loosing 
entirely and becoming a pet girl to her monster brother. Now she only had 
to see how badly.

   The Game of Bones required a certain number of charms to be bet and put 
in peril. What happened to those charms was never certain. Sometimes they 
just disappeared, other times they were claimed by the winner, occasionally
the looser got to keep them and sometimes they were used in a special 
punishment game, though if that was to happen she would know it already. 
According to the hints carved into the game board, charms you tapped were 
more likely to be lost that charms you didn't. The better you did, the more
likely you were to win an opponent's charms and less likely to lose your 
own. A direct contest made it more likely to win an opponent's charms or 
lose your own. Any game with an audience made a punishment much more 
likely. There were more hints, scrawled by countless people, some 
contradictory, some seemingly wrong. None of that really mattered, though.

   Tears blurring her eyes, she looked down into her betting cup. Only one 
charm remained, the tiny silver pain-good charm.

   "Recognise these?" crowed Connor. He shoved his fingers into his cup and
pulled out her wind and command charms. Both were heavily tarnished, 
drained of their power, but would return to potency in a day or two. "And I
win this too."

   A mote of silver welled up out of the red eye in the centre of the game 
board. It formed into a tiny silver rifle. Each game always gave a prize 
connected to the contest somehow. Connor plucked it out of the air and 
attached it to his charm bracelet.

   "Well," said mom. "Another victory for Connor. I hope you both enjoyed 
yourself." She said it as if she couldn't see the sobs which still shook 
Diana's body. Both her and dad looked flustered and flushed. Their clothes 
were dishevelled. "Diana, dear, you really must try harder if you don't 
wish to spend the rest of your life as a mindless fuck pet. How many charms
do you have left now? Just four?" She shook her head and tisked.

   Diana fled the room before she broke down completely. Terror and 
terrible people filled the house. They drove her away with whips of fear 
and memory. She ran outside, the scattered stones of the yard scraping her 
sock covered feet, and slipped into the barn. It smelled of dusty hay and 
animal feed, almost sweet, but she could be alone here. As quick as a 
squirrel, she clambered the ladder and hid in the hay loft, where no one 
could find her. If she pretended hard enough, perhaps the real world would 
never return.

                                    ~#~                                    

   Diana awoke a few hours later when the large doors creaked open. Ears 
prinked, she stuck her head out from behind the hay and saw Princess prance
in, wearing her full tack. The stainless steel bit glittered in her mouth, 
held in place by the rest of her black leather bridle. The cart-straps 
criss-crossed her chest, separating her breasts. On her feat she wore her 
prancing shoes, high leather boots that forced her up and onto her toes. 
They made her already long, strong legs stand out even more. Her arms, as 
always, where locked behind her in a single-sleeve.

   Behind her came Connor, sitting in the driver's seat of the two-wheel 
pony-cart. He carried a long horse-whip in one hand and sharp red lines 
curved up and around Princess's milk white torso, marking where she'd been 
given encouragement.

   Using the reins, he guided Princess to the back of the barn, where the 
cart was store, and pulled her to a halt. She flicked her head and stomped 
one booted foot.

   Connor leapt off the cart and set to stripping the tack off Princess. 
When all she wore was the boots and the arm binder, he pushed her over a 
box of seeds, slipped out his cock and set to fucking her.

   Diana couldn't watch. She rolled away and rapped herself in hay. She 
wanted to retreat again, but it was hard to deny the world as Princess's 
happy sounds echoed through the barn.

                                    ~#~                                    

   The next day came and with it the next round of the Game of Bones. It 
was Connor's turn to roll the bones. He did so eagerly, with none of 
Diana's reluctance. Together they placed their bets (two each) and touched 
the red glass eye.

   When the world resolved, both Diana and Connor stood on a stage. It sat 
in the middle of a green grass field and both a hot sun and bright stage 
lights shone down from overhead. A crowd sat on chairs before the stage, 
dressed in fancy clothes and strange feathered bird masks, with long curved
beaks. At the very front was a judges table, behind which sat three people.
The left most was a tall blonde in a red cocktail dress and a mask 
decorated with long, white swan feathers. To her right sat an older 
gentleman. He wore a black three piece suit, carried a silver-topped cane 
in one hand and wore a mask of slate-grey feathers. The last judge was a 
rotund black woman, who's mask and dress both consisted of a dozen clashing
colours.

   "Greetings and hello!" boomed a voice.

   Connor and Diana both spun half around. A man leapt a set of stairs 
leading to the stage. He carried a microphone and his smile flashed 
blinding white.

   "Greetings and hello," he said again, "and welcome to Humiligation, the 
game show where pre-teen prostitots humiliate each other for our amusement.
Now let's meet our contestants." He shoved the microphone into Diana's 
face. "And what's your name my little whore?"

   Diana blushed so red her ears burnt. The crowd, men and women alike, 
leaned forward in their seats. Even hidden by masks their eyes said they 
would enjoy her pain. The game had dressed her in thin blue stockings and a
short pleated skirt, almost punkish. Up top she wore a black t-shirt, with 
a rip across her chest, placed so it showed one hard, nipple.

   "Diana," she mumbled.

   "What's that my petite cum rag?" said the host. His voice would have 
filled the stage even without the aid of the microphone. "Speak up so all 
our guests can hear."

   Diana swallowed, trying to moisten her parched throat, and all but 
shouted, "Diana!"

   The host theatrically waggled one finger in his ear. He turned towards 
the audience and gave a long, slow wink. "Quite the lungs on this. I'm sure
it serves her well sucking cock for nickels behind her school."

   He moved onto Connor, who was eyeing the audience with obvious 
trepidation. "And you, fuck toy, what's your name?"

   Connor turned red too but where Diana felt terrible embarrassment, he 
appeared angry. "Connor and don't call me that!"

   "Whatever you say, butt slut." Before Connor could snatch the microphone
to make a furious retort, the host swept back to the front of the stage. 
"And these, ladies and gents, are today's contestants: Diana and Connor, 
twin skanks who are just begging for abuse and degradation. Why, I'd be 
surprised if they both didn't get a good ass raping just walking down the 
road to get here."

   The crowd certainly liked that idea, for they clapped, whooped and 
cheered. The host let it go on for a few seconds before holding up his 
hands for calm.

   "Thank you, thank you. Now for the rules. As I'm sure all our guests 
know and these rape tramps are about to find out, Humiligation is a game of
humiliation and degradation. Each fuck pig will take a turn, during which 
they will have complete control of their opponent. During that turn, they 
must force their opponent to perform the most humiliating act possible. The
winner is whoever has the cruellest, most creative imagination. Of course, 
the real winners are you our loyal viewers.

   "But we of course don't expect them to do it without aid. Towards that 
end, let's have a hand for my two fuckable assistants, Misty and Veronica."

   More cheering broke out.

   Two girls dragged a heavy trunk onto the stage. Diana had to fight down 
horror just looking at them. They were dressed as the cheapest of whores. 
Their makeup was bright, badly done and garish. It looked almost splashed 
on their faces. Tiny red bikinis hung off their gaunt bodies. Their legs 
and arms were almost pencil thin and their ribs showed at the edges of 
their concave stomachs. They appeared all of thirteen years old and tears 
created runs down their ruined faces.

   They set the trunk in place and took up stations beside the host, their 
emaciated bodies shaking.

   "Ah Misty," he said and placed a finger under the right hand girl's 
chin, lifting it up. She had long blonde hair. Perhaps it had once been 
luscious but untold and unknown abuse had rendered it thin and brittle, 
like straw. "I remember when you were a normal school girl. But then you 
decided you loved your college age boyfriend and he sold you to us. Aren't 
you happy? Don't you love your new life? So much better than loving parents
and homework."

   "Yes sir," she said in a broken voice. She tried to look away but the 
host's finger kept her head in place.

   "And Veronica." He turned to the other girl. She had black hair and it 
was in slightly better condition than the first girl's, save for the odd 
clumps that hung in it. Before the Game of Bones Diana wouldn't have 
recognised them, but she'd seen much since of it since them. Cum matted and
stained the girl's hair. "Say 'thank you mommy for selling me and I'm sorry
for trying to seduce my new daddy."

   Veronica trembled at the horror of the request but said the words in a 
wrecked whisper. "Thank you mommy for selling... For selling me and I'm sorry
for trying to seduce my new daddy." Heavy tears dropped from her cheeks as 
she said the last few words.

   "There, isn't that better. Confession lightens the soul and penance will
make it even better!"

   He grabbed Veronica by a thin arm, his none too large hand completely 
surrounding the limb, and threw her off the stage. She screamed as she fell
and the crowd set upon her like a pack of wolves. Her flimsy clothes tore 
with loud rips and her scream cut off as a man rammed a cock in her barely 
teenage mouth.

   "Ah, what the hell, let's make it two." Misty was backing away but the 
host lunged for her and grabbed her by her brittle hair. He reeled her in 
and held her tight, her writhing, too-thin body trapped against his chest. 
"Who wants another one?"

   The crowd screamed and the host ripped away Misty's bikini top, 
revealing small but rounded breasts topped by large brown nipples. He 
shoved her away from him. She half ran, half fell a step and then tripped 
off the stage. The crowd ate her up just as they did Veronica.

   "Well my little tartlets," said the host, turning to Diana and Connor, 
"it looks like you'll have to do without an assistant in this game. But you
still have all the equipment in this chest." He strode to the trunk like he
owned the stage and kicked it open. It revealed a strange collection of 
clothes, whips, props, sex toys and weirder stranger things, like a windup 
cuckoo clock.

   "Of course, there is still the matter of who goes first." He pulled a 
large silver coin from his pocket. "I think I'll let the girl-slut call. 
Will it be heads?" He turned the coin to show the heads side, which showed 
a young girl being mouth raped. "Or will it be tails." He flipped the coin,
revealing the corresponding ass rape. It looked to be the same girl and 
lines of cum dripped from her mouth.

   "Tails," said Diana.

   Connor snickered at her choice.

   "Tails for the fuckbunny," said the host and flicked the coin into the 
air. It glittered as it spun and he snatched it out of the air on the way 
down. He opened his hand to show a scene of sodomy. "The ass rapes have it.
For the next half hour you will have complete control over your cum 
dumpster of a brother. Now let's close the curtain while you prepare." A 
large velvet curtain started to trundle across the stage front, blocking 
the view of the crowd and muffling the horrible sounds of Misty and 
Veronica's gang rape.

   "No fucking way," said Connor. He wore a sneer on his angel face and 
advanced towards Diana. "Don't you da-"

   "Stop!" shouted Diana and Connor froze in place, one leg half raised. 
His eyes continued to follow her. They radiated hatred.

   Diana knew she had to be quick. The host had said half an hour and 
knowing what she did of the Game of Bones, there wouldn't be a second more.
She scampered to the trunk of equipment and began searching through. After 
a few minutes she came up with a plan.

   First she got her brother to strip. It was a simple matter of snapping a
command and he began slipping out of his tight cloth shorts and wife 
beater. When done, he stood naked on the stage. His body was softer than 
hers. Where she was angles and points and sharp lines, he was softened by 
puppy fat and some muscle. He did play football.

   "Put these on." She passed him a quick succession of clothes. First came
a lacy pair of panties, then a equally lacy bra. She stuffed some rolled up
newspaper into the bra, to give just a hint of breast. Over the top she had
him wear a pink dress, covered in frills and flounce.

   When he was dressed, she stuck her hand under the dress and fished 
around for his cock in his panties. "Harder," she said and he hardened in 
her hand. Part of her liked the power and her breath came quicker. She 
positioned the cock so it just poked out of the panties. "Good, now stay 
that way and listen closely. I'm going to teach you a song and I want you 
to sing it. Remember, you are a happy slut."

   Practice and minor revisions seemed to pass far too quickly and soon 
Connor was ready for his performance. The curtains trundled open again. 
Diana guided him to front-centre of the stage and then stepped back.

   "Off you go," she said.

   Connor stood still for a second, as if straining against the control the
game had over him, then started his routine.

   "I'm a little boy bitch.
   "Hot and slutty.
   "Here is my boi clit.
   "Here is my cunny.
   "When I get all whored up.
   "Pay me money.
   "Flip me over and fuck me bloody."

   The first time through he'd just sung the words. The second time, he 
added the actions.

   "I'm a little boy bitch." He cocked his hip coquettishly.

   "Hot and slutty." He licked his lips.

   "Here is my boi clit." He flipped up his skirt to show his penis, 
peeking out of his panties.

   "Here is my cunny." He spun around, flipped the opposite side of his 
skirt and pulled down the back of his panties, showing his tiny brown 
asshole.

   "When I get all whored up." He mimed putting on lipstick.

   "Pay me money." He took some imaginary cash.

   "Flip me over." He sunk into doggy position, and looked over one 
shoulder. "And fuck me bloody."

   The crowd erupted into cheers and claps, so much so that they lessened 
the gang rape of Misty and Veronica enough that they were briefly cock 
free.

   Even the host clapped, if slowly and with a touch of sarcasm. "Very 
good, pig fucker," he said and patted Diana on her head. "But I'm afraid 
your time is now up and with it your control."

   The very moment Diana's control ended, Connor erupted into volcanic 
fury. "Leave the curtain open," he screamed at the host. "I'll need all my 
time." He turned to Diana. "Strip you whore." Such was his rage, he'd 
seemed to forget about his state of dress.

   In that single, terrible moment, Diana lost ownership of her body. She 
looked out at the world through eyes she no longer controlled as her 
fingers pulled her torn black tea-shirt over her head and shuffled out the 
skirt.

   "Leave the stockings," he said as she moved to remove them. If she could
have, Diana would have shuddered. Without the skirt, the stockings were 
almost worse than being naked. A careful observer could see right through 
them to her naked pussy, red and juicy from humiliating her brother.

   Connor stalked to the trunk and came back with a long horse whip with a 
softened end, similar to what she'd seen him use on Princess.

   "Stand at the front of the stage. After each hit, you will say, 'I'm 
sorry for being such a whore. Please punish me'."

   Even as she screamed within her head, Diana walked to the front of the 
stage. She couldn't blink, couldn't turn her head, couldn't even breathe 
faster as her panicked mind wanted. When her eyes chanced upon the correct 
direction, she looked down into the crowd and found their attention fixed 
upon her, save the two tight knots of bodies focused on the rape of Misty 
and Veronica. The judges looked too, lecherous gazes behind their masks.

   The air cracked behind Diana. A red hot bar of fire slashed across her 
back and the tip curved around, tearing at her bony ribs. The pain made her
want to die, vomit and cry all at once, but the body control power of the 
game allowed her to do none of the three. Instead she found her mouth 
opening and her tongue moving.

   "I'm sorry for being such a whore," she said. "Please punish me."

   "You deserve far more pain than I can give you." Connor, still wearing 
the feminising dress, cracked the whip and struck again.

   More pain slammed into Diana, and again she gave the rote reply. "I'm 
sorry for being such a whore. Please punish me."

   The blows came again and again. Mostly they struck her back, struck 
until her skin was black and red. Occasionally the whip would curve right 
around her body and bite her flat, pre-teen breasts. Such blows almost made
her stop breathing and perhaps would have it Connor hadn't barked out a 
command to keep doing exactly that.

   The sadistic, inhuman assault continued for the full half hour. Connor 
spaced his strikes. Someone had clearly trained him in the whip (likely mom
as part of his chores to exercise Princess) but that was scant relief to 
Diana. From her point of view, the pain blazed in an unceasing tide, barely
dipping before the next strike ripped into her tender, naked and displayed 
flesh.

   When Connor's control finally abated, Diana collapsed straight to the 
ground. She hugged her knees and sobbed her heart out. Never in her life 
had she experienced such pain, not during anal rapes, not during any of the
horrors the Game of Bones had foisted on her. The crowd clapped and cheered
as she shuddered.

   "I'll take this," said the host as he plucked the whip from Connor's 
hands. "Now we turn this contest over to the judges to decide a winner. 
Dear judges, which of our little fuck pigs should I declare the winner?"

   The three judges put the heads together and whispered. Behind them the 
crowd shouted out names. Diana strained to listen, but her blood pounded in
her ears and her many wounds throbed. It was impossible for her to tell who
had the advantage among that cacophony of voices.

   Finally the judges ended their discussion. The host hopped off the stage
and retrieved both the result card and his two assistants from the crowd. 
The girls were in a sorry state, their eyes dull and dead, their bodies 
covered in bruises and smeared with cum, piss and God only knew what else.

   Still, after only a few words from the host, the fear of God was back in
their eyes. They scampered to their duties. Misty helped Diana to her feet 
and guided her to stand beside the host at the front of the stage. Veronica
did the same for Connor, still in his frilly dress, though he finally 
seemed to have noticed he was still wearing it. He pulled at the neck line,
trying to slip it off, but the host wasn't giving him the time.

   The five of them stood silently as the crowd hushed.

   "I have here the winner," said the host, "as voted on by the judges. Boi
clit." He turned to Connor and Diana's hurt dropped through her chest. If 
she lost this match, she'd only have two charms left! "The judges liked 
your sadistic edge but... This was a game of humiliation not pain. As such, I
declare this little whordiot the winner." He raised Diana's arm into the 
air and the crowd erupted into cheers. Their energy battered her, a 
euphoric edge so strong she felt it even through the remnants of her 
whipping.

   Even as the world dissolved, she smiled.

                                    ~#~                                    

   Victory made Diana's phantom pains almost manageable. She only sniffled,
eyes stinging, as the world returned. She looked up over the Game of Bones 
at Connor, whose face was split with the most sickening loathing she had 
ever seen.

   "I will get you for this," he hissed and stormed out the room.

   Heart beating, Diana looked down at the betting cup before her. Four 
charms sat there, four tiny pieces of silver. There was the pain-good charm
and the strength charm she'd bet, but her eyes were on her prizes. She 
almost jumped up and down when she saw her breath charm. Connor must have 
bet it and now it was hers again! The other was if anything even better: 
the ally charm. It showed two stylised children, holding hands. It would 
let her summon aid in a game. Connor had once summoned his friend Billy-Bob
and they'd spit roasted poor Diana, cocks raping her ten year old mouth and
near-virgin pussy. She'd have to be very careful how she used it (she 
didn't want her friends to suffer after all) but just knowing Connor didn't
have it any more was a relief.

   Red light gathered in the glass eye and a droplet of molten silver 
appeared. It hardened into its new shape, showing a tiny girl's head, 
bawling her eyes out. Diana snatched it up and looked into the eye.

   Ghostly letters formed. "The cross-dressing charm."

   The charm won always depended on the game but this was the first time 
Diana had seen it depend on a particular strategy.

   "Well done!" said mom, her hands landing lightly on Diana's shoulders. 
She leant low and whispered, "If you win, are you going to make him dress 
like that all the time?"

   The image made Diana's stomach churn with nervous excitement.

                                    ~#~                                    

   The next day was a school day. Diana and Connor, being twins, went to 
the same school and had mostly the same classes. She spent the day watching
Connor, worrying what horrible thing would happen next. She couldn't 
concentrate. Couldn't think. Three times teachers told her off for 
inattention and only the end of school bell stopped it from being far more.

   When Diana arrived home from school, she was still deep in thought. 
Memories of the horrible events churned in her mind. Connor was going too 
far, to wild. If he won, what would he do to her? What could she possibly 
do to stop him?

   "Game time!" said her mom from the parlor. Her voice wasn't loud but it 
carried like a sharp knife.

   "Move it, slut," hissed Connor from behind her and pushed his way 
through, towards the parlor. He wore a large sadistic smile on his cherubic
face. "Time for me to rape you again." He let loose a black laugh. "We all 
know you love it."

   Diana followed him, one foot at a time. She felt numb inside. After 
school, after the months of horror at the game... Would it ever end?

   Mom and dad had the game set out on the polished table. Connor leaped 
into his seat and Diana dropped into her own, her bony body falling into 
place.

   "When you're mine," said Connor, "I'm going to give you tits. Really big
whore ones, that everyone can see are fake. Mom, is there a tits charm?"

   Mom laughed. "According to his diary, my great grandfather had one but 
I've never seen it. Perhaps you can win it?"

   "Yeah, that would be great!"

   "But to win you have to play. Now, Diana dear, I believe it is your 
turn."

   Diana looked down at the three throwing bones and picked them up. Again 
they felt far too heavy, like they might break the table if she dropped 
them. She threw them all the same.

   The bones bounced and scattered on the game board. They came to rest at 
the far side, propped against the far edge. Each showed a six.

   Mom hissed. "Eighteen," she said and glanced between her children.

   Both looked confused. Diana had never rolled an eighteen before, nor 
seen one rolled. The hints on the board didn't record anything either. The 
result was even, which meant indirect contest. That normally meant Connor 
and her would both try to achieve a goal, the winner doing it first or 
best. It was above seven, so it wasn't asymmetric whatever that meant.

   A single word appeared in the glass eye. "All."

   Connor looked up, his round face showing confusion. "All? What does that
mean?"

   "It means you have to bet all your charms, dear," said mom. "The winner 
of this match will win everything."

   His eyes opened wide and he slammed a fist down on the table. The bones 
jumped but not so much that the faces changed. "But that's unfair! I'm in 
the lead. Why does she get to steal it now!"

   "The Game of Bones isn't fair, Connor, but you are not without 
advantage. You'll have seventeen charms in this game. She'll have seven."

   "You mean, anything we bet, we will lose?" asked Diana.

   Mom nodded, almost solemn.

   That was the last thing Diana saw as Connor grabbed her hand, touched it
to the eye and the world turned black.

                                    ~#~                                    

   "And welcome, whore fans, to the tenth generational slut off. I'm your 
host, Pedobear and I just want to give a big thanks to our host city - 
sunny Weather Down! Now, let's meet our contestants."

   A giant anthropomorphized bear, walking on two legs, bounded up to Diana
and thrust a microphone in her face. "Now, I can tell by the whore clothes 
you must be Diana. Tell me Diana, how did you get involved with whoring?"

   Diana glanced down and saw she was wearing a tiny tube top and a micro 
skirt, the incredibly thin material of which hung against her upper thigh. 
On her feet she wore tottering high heels. All around cameras flashed and 
men and women leered at her. She froze.

   The bear leaned low and growled at Diana. "Do you think I like this?" he
hissed, the microphone thumbed - pawed - off. "Do you think I want to be 
typecast? Oh is always, we're off to rape some preteens, who shall we get 
to MC? I know, Pedobear! He's an expert at this. Do they care I'm a 
classically trained pianist? No. Do they care about my one bear Hamlet 
show? No, of course they don't. So don't make my job harder than it already
is."

   He pushed the microphone back in Diana's face. When she still refused to
say anything, he muttered, "Ammeters. Never work with children." He turned 
back to the crowd.

   "Ah, look at that. The poor dear is a loss for words. I can understand. 
This must be quite the time in her life. Think of it, all those cocks 
fucked and pussies sucked, to come to this. Why it is every prostitot's 
dream. Now let's meet her opponent."

   The bear dropped to all fours and loped over to Connor. Both Connor and 
Diana stood in a large square, surrounded on all sides by high buildings. A
tight ring of cheering spectators surrounded them on all sides.

   "You must be Connor," said the bear. "Looking forward to the contest?" 
Connor looked very much like he wasn't looking forward to it. He wore heavy
makeup, a tight, spandex t-shirt and pull-down shorts with 'spank me' 
written on them.

   "I'm going to win," he snarled, "and when I do, I'm going to make the 
slut suffer."

   The bear let out a gruff burst of laughter. "That's the spirit. This 
looks set to be a fantastic contest. I know I am looking forward to it and 
I'm sure our guests agree." Said guests screamed and cheered. "And by the 
Gods we're in for a treat. Girl verses boy. Sister verses brother. Girl-
whore verses boy-whore in a no holds barred contest for the most cock and 
cum.

   "Now, let me explain the rules and they're simple rules, thanks Gods, 
because this one here." He pointed a paw at Diana. "Doesn't look too 
smart."

   Tears stung the edges of Diana's eyes.

   "As I said, the rules! Simply put, the most cocks and cunts win. Connor 
and Diana will run into the city. There they will need to beg, bully and 
buy all the sex they can. Each orgasm they give is worth a point. The 
contestant with the most points at the end of the game is the winner. Now 
any questions?" He didn't wait for any. "No? Good. Let the games begin!"

   At his signal fireworks shot into the sky and exploded in garish pink 
explosions. At the same time, two channels opened in the cheering crowd, 
one leading away from Diana, the other from Connor.

   "Enjoy slut," said Connor. "When you're my toy, you'll be doing this a 
lot. Better get used to it." He raised his charms and flicked one. The tiny
silver Barbie rang like a struck chime. With that parting gift, he dashed 
away.

   No... Diana's soul dropped from her body as a strange shiver ran through 
her. It must be the slut charm, but she couldn't afford to wait for its 
effects to wear off. Her nipples hardened to diamond hard nubs and her clit
tickled.

   She tottered off down the street, her high heels almost tripping her 
every second step. When she exited the lined crowds she kicked them off and
went barefoot. Her small, young feet scraped against the rough concrete of 
the pavement.

   Up ahead, a group of three men were coming out of a bar. They laughed 
among themselves as they talked and shoved each other. Panting for breath, 
Diana ran up to them and shouted, "Please fuck me!"

   At once all eyes were on her. "Aren't you a little young?" said the one 
in the middle.

   Of course she was too young! Diana wanted to yell, but the game gave her
no choice. "Please," she said, trying to sound seductive. "Please I really 
need your cocks. All your cocks."

   The leader chuckled. He was tall and fairly good looking, with black 
hair gelled up in small spikes. "Well, who am I to refuse a lady." He 
unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. It hung down, long and fat. 
"Get sucking."

   Diana did just that. She dropped to her knees and gobbled the cock into 
her mouth. It overfilled her, the fat head straining her jaw. It tasted of 
salt and piss, and she crinkled her nose. The rough ground ripped at her 
bare knees and her tiny skirt pulled up over her bony pre-teen ass, leaving
her pussy and asshole bare.

   Using all the force her small body could produce, she forced her head 
down onto the cock, taking it deeper. At the same time she sucked and 
swirled with her tongue. There had been blowjob contests in the Game of 
Bones, and she had learned some skills.

   The man slid his hands into her long black hair and began guiding her 
head back and forth. At first he seemed content to nudge her movements, but
that didn't satisfy him for long. With no warning, he tugged her down hard.
The cock battered against the back of her throat and Diana tried to fight 
back, gag reflex screaming. She beat at his shins with her small hands. 
Tears streamed from her eyes and snot ran from her nose.

   "Look at this!" said another of the men from behind her. He flipped up 
her skirt, laying the insubstantial fabric against her back, and ran his 
hands over her ass. His touch made her shiver with revulsion. "This girl is
begging for it."

   The man raping her mouth let her pull back and Diana did so. The air 
felt so good in her lungs. At the same time she felt something hot and 
round push against her pussy. In a normal world, in a sane world, she would
have fought the intrusion with everything she could, but the Game of Bones 
was none of those things. She rolled and flicked her hips, inviting, no 
begging, the invasion with instinctive body language as old as time. He 
took the hint and hammered his cock home.

   The first blow sent a shudder through her body which rattled her teeth. 
The cock in her pussy felt like it would split her in two. He pounded in 
and out, battering her tiny frame. Clearly unhappy at her diverted 
attention, the first man took hold of her by two handfuls of hair and 
yanked her back down on his cock hard.

   "You want to fuck, slut, then fuck."

   Eyes almost bugging, Diana took her fucking. The evil men rammed into 
her from both ends.

   "Ah!" said the third man. "The slut likes it." He reached down and 
diddled her tiny clit. Her tiny nub buzzed and a dark sexual thrill churned
in her loins.

   Diana clenched her eyes shut. This wasn't real and she wasn't enjoying 
it. Despite what she told herself, she felt herself getting wet. Cunt juice
gathered in her immature slit. The next time the dick hit deep, a shudder 
of sickly pleasure went through her. Her nipples crinkled. It must be the 
slut charm, her brother's parting gift. It just must be.

   "Let's spit roast her good," said the man fucking her pussy.

   The one in front laughed. "Go for it."

   Large callused hands gripped her hips and bodily lifted her into the 
air. At the same time, a second set of hands gripped her shoulders and 
supported her there. Between them, they held her almost parallel. Cold air 
blew along her flat bare stomach.

   With only a few miss steps they got a rhythm going. First one would pull
and the other push, ramming the cock into her throat while the second cock 
pulled back in her cunt, then the opposite. They fucked her back and forth,
like a shuttlecock in badminton.

   The cock in her mouth was hot with thrumming blood and tasted of salty 
pre-cum. His balls slapped against her chin. The invader battered her 
throat raw.

   The assault on her poor ten year old pussy was even worse. In this 
position, her rapist could drive long arching strokes deep into her 
vulnerable innards. Each thrust seemed to bruise something new.

   And still the third man diddled her clit. Her blood beat hard and alive 
in her veins. A small part of her - a beaten part, twisted and broken by 
the game - even enjoyed her rape. The black spark sat in her loins, sending
waves of hot tingling pleasure through her flesh.

   "Here's the money shot!"

   The man raping her mouth pulled back and blasted hot, sticky cum across 
her face. Only a few strokes later, his fellow rapist joined him. Hot sperm
shot deep into her, a pulsing beat that made the blood pump in her ears. 
She moaned, long and deep

   They dropped her, laughing. The ground hurt and scraped her elbow.

   "Want a turn?" one asked the third man.

   "Nah, man, you know my bird doesn't like me raping chicks."

   "Need to get you one of those punk goth girls. They go for all kinds of 
freaky shit."

   "Yeah, yeah."

   They left her there, discarded like a soiled rag. After a few seconds, 
she pushed herself up. There was a game to win and the consequences of 
failure were too terrible to contemplate.

   She got her third cock in a dirty bathroom stall - boys of course. A 
gangly teenager gripped her hair and pulled her down on his long, curved 
cock so hard and for so long, she had to use her breath charm to avoid 
passing out.

   Her forth cock came with her first pussy of the day. As her first 
rapists had said, punk goth girls were into some kinky shit. The couple 
threw her down on the backroom table on a trendy clothes show. She flipped 
her black lace skirt and ground her shaved cunt against Diana's face. At 
the same time, her boyfriend pounded away at Diana's pussy - now much 
bruised and swollen red. The girl tasted foul and had a bar through her 
clit. The ends scraped against Diana's face as her tongue went to work.

   The boyfriend gave Diana two hot, messy loads in her cunt, while the 
goth girl spasmed in rapine pleasure only once. She sounded like a tortured
chipmunk, all high-pitched squeaking.

   When her boyfriend came the last time, the goth girl scrabbled off 
Diana's face and set to work eating the cum out her cunt. Her long tongue 
lapped deep and Diana almost cried as the dark pleasure once again stirred 
within her. The goth girl used her teeth too. She nibbled with pearly white
fangs at Diana's undeveloped fuck-lips. The assault felt like a hundred 
stabs with tiny knives.

   That only served to stir her black pleasure.

   "The slut charm," she mouthed under her breath. "It's just the slut 
charm."

   The words became her mantra as she shuddered into a silent violent 
orgasm.

   The fifth cock was almost her last. She ran down a busy shopping street,
begging everyone she could grab for sex. The panic was growing, now. How 
much longer could the game last? Was she in the lead? Was she terribly 
behind?

   Respectable men just shoved her away. Cum and cunt juice smeared her 
face and hair. Her clothes were a mess too, stained with unidentified 
liquids and ripped by hard pavement.

   "Please let me lick your cunt," she begged one woman - an older, 
matronly type, who held the hand of a young boy. "Or I could suck his cock.
Please. Please. Please." Desperation filled her voice and eyes.

   "Get away from us, devil child," she hissed and pulled her son with her.

   The scene repeated itself until she found someone at last. He was shifty
and slightly dirty looking but she was passed caring at this point.

   "Okay," he said, "but not here. In my van."

   He beeped his keys and the lights on a white van flashed.

   They fucked in the back, on a few tatty sheets.

   "Oh baby," he cried as he thudded in and out of her trembling, violated 
body. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes."

   It was over quickly at least. He spurted some watery white cum inside 
her and then rolled off, panting for breath.

   Diana just felt numb.

   Leaving was when the problems started. She crawled to the door on 
shaking knees and tried the handle. It didn't open.

   "Hay," she said. "Open the door."

   He didn't respond.

   Diana looked over her shoulder to see him slip out the other side and 
slam it shut behind him. The entire truck rung from the impact. She dashed 
to that door but it was locked too.

   "Let me out!" she screamed. Trapped in here there would be no more sex 
and then she would lose everything. "Please. Please!"

   The engine started up and the floor jerked under Diana's feet as the 
truck pulled out onto the road.

   After several minutes of fruitless banging, she remembered her strength 
charm. She tapped the tiny silver idol and felt its power roar through her.
With one incredible movement she ripped the back door off its hinges and 
jumped outside.

   The streets were different now, darker, dirtier. But perhaps that was 
for the best. Given her state, respectable people wouldn't even touch her.

   She found three such people drinking bear on old stone steps.

   "Wanna fuck?" she said, trying for seductive. She cocked her non-
existent hips and battered her eyes.

   "What the fuck are you girl," said the largest of the men. "Some kind of
kiddy whore?"

   "Do you want to fuck or not?" she said.

   "You'll have to persuade me," he said.

   It was all Diana could do not to stamp her foot. "Please," she said, the
words grinding between her lips. "I really need it. Really. My pussy is 
hot."

   "Your baby cunt," he said.

   "What?"

   "Call it your baby cunt. Baby whores have baby cunts."

   Blood rushed to Diana's cheeks. Even after all the abusive sex, this 
still got to her and she blushed red. "Please fuck my baby cunt," she said.
"My baby cunt wants it bad."

   "Well, if you put it like that..."

   The three men set on her like wolves. They ripped her clothes off, the 
thin fabric tearing like tissue paper. The air blew against her much batted
pussy and stung her hard nipples. Their hands mauled her body. They grabbed
the flat flesh of her chest and twisted. They spanked her ass. They finger 
fucked her cunt until her juices were really flowing and the black fire 
blazed.

   "Just the slut charm," she muttered to herself.

   One man with short, dirty fingernails shoved his fingers into her mouth,
and Diana found herself sucking them, washing the digits with her tongue as
if a cock.

   And then the cocks came for real.

   They battered her pussy and her throat and for a brief, horrible time 
her ass. The big man, named James, came down her throat once and in her ass
again. The smallest man, Frank, spent himself over her hair, matting it 
with horrible clumps.

   Just as she started on the third man, William, in earnest, a gong rang 
out in the sky and Pedobear's voice rang out. "This is your ten minute 
warning. Ten minutes and the game will be over. Any last fucks, get them in
now."

   Ten minutes! Diana grabbed William in both hands and started pumping 
desperately.

   "You'll never get him to cum that way," said Frank.

   "Yeah," said James. "Our William here needs a chick bouncing on his cock
to cum. Needs to see the titties."

   William just grunted.

   With desperate strength she shoved William on his back and mounted up. 
Using her body's weight, she pushed his upstanding cock into her pussy, 
teeth gritted.

   Feeling a horrible mixture of sexual thrill and black vomit, she began 
to move up and down. Already her legs were tired. But one cock wouldn't be 
enough.

   "Fuck me again!" she cried, turning to James and Frank.

   "No can do," said James. "I have a rule see. Never fuck the same girl 
more than twice. Stops them being clingy."

   "Pumped out," said Frank. "And pointed at his flaccid dick."

   "Please," she cried as she yanked herself down, charms jingling. 
"Please."

   James just shook his head.

   The ally charm, it was her only hope. Maybe, just maybe, it would count 
towards her total. Cognisant of the horrible betrayal she was about to 
commit, she tapped the charm and whispered a single name: "Becky."

   The wind stole the word but it stole it for a purpose. A gall raised the
dust and empty chip packets on the dirty street and deposited a young girl,
only slightly older than Diana herself.

   She had blond hair, in two pigtails, and wore a checkered dress. She 
took one look at the naked, fuck-drenched Diana and fled, green eyes wide. 
She was of course Diana's friend Becky.

   "Whoa, there," said James and caught Becky in his large arms.

   "Fuck her," shouted Diana. "Fuck her quickly."

   "Diana!" cried Becky. "What are you doing? What's going on?"

   "I don't know," said James. "She looks like a normal girl, a good girl, 
not a baby whore like you."

   Tears stung Diana's eyes. "You have to fuck her. Times almost up!" She 
could feel the clock ticking down, the soul-deep heartbeat of the Game of 
Bones. This would decide her fate.

   As she spoke, she trusted up and down, taking the cock deep in her 
pussy. The black burning ember flared hot and bright. Its sickly tendrils 
wound through her body, making her nipples pulse in time with her clit and 
the sparking depths of her pussy.

   "Please, Debby," said Becky from within the grip of the much larger man.
"Where am I? What's happening." She started to cry, large fat tears running
down her freckled face.

   "She is whore," said Diana, eyes scrunched shut. She said it at barely a
whisper.

   "Hum? What's that," said James.

   "I said, she is a whore!" Diana almost screamed the words. "Her uncle's 
whore. He raped her. She told me. Swore me to secrecy. But she's a whore. 
She told me sometimes she liked it!"

   "Diana!" screamed Becky. "You- You promised." She trembled, body 
shaking, past horrors over taking her.

   "Well, that is different." He spun Becky around and looked into her 
face. "A slut who enjoys her rape, well, you can't be blamed for taking 
that."

   In a single vicious movement, he ripped the checkered dress from Becky's
shoulders. A white training bra clung to her almost flat chest.

   "Diana!" Becky tried to struggle free. "Diana! Help. Help!"

   Tears wracked Diana's body but still she bounded, still the cock plunged
in and out of her body.

   James raped Becky's wailing throat with his large, fat cock. At the 
seven minute mark, he blasted a river of cum in her face. Next he flipped 
her over and ploughed her pussy, guarded only by the lightest of peach 
fuzz. All the while Becky cried and begged, begged to know what was 
happening, for freedom and especially for Diana.

   Finally William came deep inside Becky and the orgasm echoed one of 
Diana's own. Her pussy clenched, muscles gripping and releasing, and her 
whole body shook.

   She fell back, gasping for breath. Her legs ached from the effort of 
riding the cock. The final seconds of the game ticked away to Becky's 
screams.

   Time ended in a flash. Suddenly Becky was back in the starting square, 
her bruised, degraded body shivering before a thousand onlookers. Connor 
was there too. Cunt juices smeared his face, cum mattered his hair and 
bruises showed on his ribs. He'd been worked over too.

   "Well, well," said Pedobear. "That was an exciting match, and some 
excellent charm use. Diana, your use of the ally charm was inspired. It is 
only a shame you didn't think of it earlier. And Connor, your command charm
induced orgy sure earned you some points. Now, for the final totals, let's 
look at the score meters."

   Two tall measuring cylinders rose from the ground. One bore her name, 
the other Connor's. From above fell silvery liquid, far too much to 
literally represent the cum she'd taken.

   The two cylinders filled at the same rate. Together they passed the 
quarter mark, then the half mark and finally the three quarters mark. 
Diana's heart beat fast. As one they started to slow. The stream became a 
trickle, which became droplets. Soon they must diverge. Soon a winner must 
come.

   She glanced at her brother and saw her own fear written there.

   This was no ordinary match. The winner would take everything. The looser
would become a human pet for the rest of their life.

   The final drop fell in the left-hand cylinder. Drop went the right. 
Drop. Drop. Drop. Stop.

   "No."

   The word left Diana's throat in a whisper.

   "No!"

   She cast about, eyes wild. Adrenalin panic swept away all her pains. The
crowd surrounded her on all sides. There was nowhere to go. That didn't 
matter. She ran, bare feet pounding on the ground.

   "And we have a victor," cried Pedobear from behind. "The winner of the 
tenth generational slut off is Connor. Boy-whore, you certainly know how to
fuck.

   The crowd cheered, a human wall that blocked Diana's way out.

   "Oh, what's that," said Pedobear. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a 
special treat. A punishment game for one of the charms our Diana used."

   Something solid but soft ceased Diana around her neck, stopping her 
flight cold. She scrabbled around and saw a great regal woman with skin of 
shadows dressed in the darkness of purples. She held a silk strangling 
cord. It was wrapped around Diana's neck.

   "No," she whispered with her last breath. This was her breath charm. 
This was the punishment for loosing.

   The woman rose into the air. She dragged Diana with her. The cord cut 
into her neck. She couldn't breathe! She scrabbled at her throat but the 
silk cord was pulled tight by her weight. Her fingers couldn't get under.

   She kicked as her feet left the ground, not even her toes touching.

   Connor walked up to her flailing frame. His naked battered body was a 
sorrowful state but he wore an insanely wide smile. In his hand he held the
slut charm. Even in her current state she could see the color. It was 
unblemished silver. He hadn't used it. All the dark desires she had felt 
had been her own.

   As she strangled, Connor masturbated. His young hand ran up and down his
small, hard cock.

   Darkness wobbled at the edge of Diana's vision. She wanted to take a 
breath more than anything but couldn't. Just couldn't. The silk stole even 
that from her.

   The last thing she saw - that she ever saw - was Connor's raptured face 
as he spurted cum against her hanging corpse.

                                    ~#~                                    

   Sooty loved her family. They fed her and washed her. They gave her such 
pretty things - like her ears and long swishing tail. If she was especially
good they even fucked her!

   She prowled through the house on all fours, eyes and nose wide. She 
found someone in the parlor. It was the old one - the one who called 
himself Daddy.

   Daddy looked up at her entry and patted the seat next to him. Sooty 
purred and leaped up. She snuggled into place next to him, on her back, so 
he could rub her belly.

   Daddy did so. His large, rough hands trickled over her tiny breaths and 
tweaked her nipples. Sooty purred and one leg kicked in a rhythmic motion. 
He went lower and diddled her cunt. Sooty liked that, liked it a lot! She 
yowled.

   Mommy came in to see what the fuss was about.

   "Again?" she said and shook her head. "Sooty, you are a very needy cat 
girl."

   The words didn't mean much to Sooty, though a small part of her, almost 
gone now, thought they should have. Instead, she spread her legs wider and 
Daddy responded by finger fucking her so good. So good....

   She started to huff and the dark fire inside her grew.

   "Sooty, I'm home!"

   The cry came from the hall. It was God! Sooty slipped from Daddy and 
scampered to the door. God was there, just coming home from school. He 
looked down at her with wide blue eyes in a round face and smiled. He held 
up a strange metal thing, made from two loops.

   "Look what I've got. Who wants to play."

   Sooty meowed her assent. Her tail wagged.