Chapter 5

March 17^th, 2019
(After Meeting Danny Lee)

“Hah, that bitch is wearing my panties!” Savannah crowed loudly as Melanie, and the boys left her father’s motel room. “He told you she belongs to the Warlocks now, didn’t he?” she pointed with a cruel and delighted expression on her face.

“No, he said you and mom answer to us and you are supposed to get in the car,” Billy sneered back at her.

Savannah huffed and harrumphed in disbelief. Her mother’s calm demeanor suggested that were right.

“That’s just how it is, baby” Tanya was standing outside at the payphone. The phone had been broken for years. It’s only purpose now was to serve as an antiquated lighthouse for sex workers. Men drove slowly past the motel, and if they saw a girl standing near it, they assumed she was a prostitute and pulled up.

Tanya assumed her daughter knew how the world of motorcycle clubs worked. There was no equality in their world. Men became prospects, and eventually, members of the MC.

Girls started as bunny’s or pass-around-girls that belonged to no one in particular. They’d eventually end up as somebody’s old lady after they passed an intense sexual initiation.

Tanya had been her husband’s old lady at one time. That was back when she was hot and sexy. She was just his bottom bitch whore now, and her daughter worked for him too. She hoped the boys would go to school and choose a different path. Tanya knew in her heart they were destined to one follow in their father’s footsteps. She wasn’t going to challenge his decision to put them in charge. She didn’t care, and she knew she wasn’t really in charge. The boys basically took care of themselves, and she had long since stopped pretending to be a mother figure to them.

Savannah had always been feisty. She had to be around her brother’s or else they would have taken everything from her. Their household was a dog-eat-dog kind of place to grow up where if you wanted food, then you took it or missed out. Savannah was pretty, and she was loud. She had been able to intimidate her brothers and keep them in check. Once she quit school and started working for her father, they knew better than to mess with her even jokingly.

Now she had to answer to them. She knocked on her father’s door and respectfully asked him to confirm what they told him. Danny mumbled something that scared the shit out of Savannah, and she didn’t wait for him to open the door. She walked briskly across the parking lot to jump into the car. Savannah kept her head down while her brother’s took their turn cackling and rubbing the new turn of the tables in her face.

“Yeah, yeah! if you are going to be a pimp stop acting like a baby!” she told them as she sat in the front seat.

Elbert grabbed her by the throat and yoinked her out of his seat.

“Oh no, not this tub of lard too?” she folded her arms stubbornly. Savannah wasn’t’ racist like her father, but she had known Elbert since grade school.

“Yeah,” Billy confirmed that his sister answered to Elbert. “Sit next to your new boyfriend,” they boxed Savannah into the middle of the back seat next to Brock.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Savannah challenged them.

Melanie liked Savannah. She liked how she talked back to the guys. She never did that. Savannah was a natural spitfire that exuded a very sexual energy.

“You do now,” Damien teased his little sister, “Dad said you have to suck Elbert’s cock and fuck Brock!”

“I don’t give a fuck as long as they pay me,” Savannah said.

Brock’s dick got hard at the mere thought of a girl who would be willing to paid to fuck him. That was more than any other girl had ever been willing to do. He also was turned on by the strong-willed girl.

The boys directed Melanie to go back to the trailer and told Savannah this was a freebie.

Savannah was skeptical that her dad would give any of her pussy away for free. She didn’t want to believe she had to do what her brothers told her. She didn’t respect either of them.

They knew that, and they intended to make her respect them.

When they arrived at the trailer, Melanie had to get out of the car in panties and a half-top. A neighbor was walking his dog and stared at Melanie.

“What the fuck are you looking at, Rufus?” Savannah challenged the man, and he looked away.

Melanie thanked Savannah once they got inside.

“Don’t thank me, bitch. We aren’t friends,” Savannah wasn’t going to let her guard down and accept Melanie. Savannah was impressed with how clean, and stink-free Melanie’s trailer was.

“No wonder you buttfuckers are over here all the time. This place is nice,” Savannah looked around and appraised the trailer. She immediately started wondering what items she could steal and then pawn.

“Good, you’ll be living here from now on,” Billy told her.

“Cool, it doesn’t matter to me. It’s better than our trailer or the motel,” Savannah’s expression was one of indifference. Inside, she was actually looking forward to it.

So was Brock! Savannah was very sexy, and she was a little older than him.

“Why do you still have your clothes on?” Billy insisted that Melanie strip at the door.

Savannah said she better not have left skid-marks in those panties.

“What are you standing there with your arms folded for? Get naked!” Damien insisted his sister obey him.

“You can tell me who to fuck, but you can’t tell me what to...” Savannah’s lemony insistence that she would draw the line at being told to strip ended when her brother’s ripped her clothes off. She fought them futilely as they dragged her into Melanie’s bathroom. They pushed her face down in the toilet while they flushed it several times. Savannah sputtered and gurgled as her pretty face was pushed into the toilet.

“Ack, gah, you frrrufccckkkerss!!! garrarrrr! Fine, fine! I’ll do what you sayttttththh!” She surrendered after three flushes.

After that act of defiance, they were not done with her. They shoved the toilet plunger straight up her asshole and made her crawl behind them on all fours wiggling it like a tail. Savannah’s wet hair was dripping on the floor. She glared ice daggers at everyone, including Melanie.

“Can you do that to me too?” Melanie asked politely. At first, Billy and Damien were shocked.

“I’d like an attitude adjustment?” Melanie asked softly.

“Don’t be sarcastic with us, cunt” Billy didn’t understand why she was asking for this cruel treatment and assumed it must be some joke.

“I am not trying to be sarcastic, Sir. It only seems fair anything you do to your sister you do to me. I am new to being a whore, but it is a lot easier when you are cruel to me,” she said.

Savannah laughed at Melanie and called her an air-head for asking for that treatment. She didn’t care about her own humiliating position when someone else was getting the same thing. Melanie begged like a dumb bimbo to have her own head flushed like she couldn’t wait and thought it would be fun to be so nasty.

Elbert didn’t ask for clarification. He yanked Melanie by her hair and flushed her head in the toilet several times. Melanie let them partially drown her and held her breath without freaking out. She dunked her head into the toilet and made glub-glub-glub noises and blew bubbles. Elbert was stunned that Melanie was such a nasty slut! He had never seen her do this before when they plunged her head in the toilet. She usually struggled and begged for them to stop.

The toilet was gross and rusted in places, but there was no piss or shit on it. She had cleaned it very well. When they were finished with her, she stuck her ass out as if waiting for something to be stuck in her butt.

The wooden plunger was already in Savannah’s ass.

“Shove your own fist in there, cunt!” Damien told her when they couldn’t find anything to use nearby.

Melanie had never fisted herself before. She wasn’t sure it could be done. She remained on all fours with her head dripping over the toilet and reached behind herself. She made a fist with her hand and drove it into her asshole. At first, it hurt a little, and then she wriggled it around.

“Oh thank you, Sir!”

Savannah called her a dumb cunt after that for the rest of the night. Anytime they tried to torment or tease their sister to show her they were the boss Melanie would ask for the same treatment.

Savannah stuck her nose up when the guys trotted Melanie out of the bathroom and made her crawl around. Billy squeezed his sister’s noise and forced the wooden plunger handle further up her ass when she became disagreeable. He made her oink like a pig and squee for him.

Savannah laughed because she found it pretty funny - especially when Melanie joined them without being told to do it.

Brock’s mom had sucked the boy’s cocks in the living room many times. She had managed to be spared the full humiliation of rough fucking and fisting in front of him until today.

Brock had seen the after-effects of her ruined pussy stretched out as well as mother’s gaping asshole. He knew what fisting looked like from his extensive porn collection.

He still wasn’t prepared to see it done in front of him. He wasn’t prepared to see how excited and enthusiastically Melanie became when they let her take her own fist out and began to fuck her in the living room.

“Brock, you can go into the bedroom if you don’t want to watch,” She offered him as Damien dogged her out from behind and Billy stuck his dick in her face. Elbert was enjoying the blowjob Savannah’s father promised him with his hands behind his head.

“Oh fuck no,” Billy said that wasn’t happening.

“Dad said Savannah is his girlfriend now and she has to fuck him,” Billy said.

Savannah’s pretty young mouth was full of black cock. She didn’t let on that it mattered to her although she didn’t care for Brock’s wimpy exterior. She had been a whore for over a year and was used to fucking guys. She would never have considered fucking for the fun of it.

“I think Dad was kidding when he said she had to be his girlfriend,” Damien suggested.

“Brock can’t take her to Junior Prom or anything like that, but look at Savannah’s face every time we say she has to be his girlfriend,” Billy teased his sister.

Their sister wore an angry expression that looked like she had just smelled a fart, and she knew it wasn’t one of hers.

“That is just my normal face. I always look like this,” Savannah secretly wished she could stop being such a vindictive cunt, but she thought that was what she’d always be. She was jealous that Melanie had such an uninhibited zest in how she embraced whatever the boys wanted to do to her next. Her brother’s had came on her back and face. They were pulling her tits and slapping Melanie’s face with their flaccid cocks.

What she didn’t know was that Melanie was roleplaying a stupid bimbo. It was Melanie on some level, but she allowed herself permission to go with the flow and embrace these humiliations. Melanie was doing it even more eagerly than she had done in previous nights even though her son was watching.

“Savannah swallowed Elbert’s cum wad without showing it to him. He slapped her face and told her that in the future to be more like Melanie.

“Why do you want to see cum? you proud of it or something?” Savannah rubbed her pink face and didn’t wait for a response. She walked over to Brock and interrupted him in the middle of his game of Nintendo.

“You want ME for a girlfriend?” Savannah asked him skeptically.

Brock paused his game and looked up at her. “Yeah,” he stuttered.

The boys laughed at the sensitive lad. They had intended to humiliate their sister by making her call him her boyfriend.

“Well alright then,” Savannah shrugged that she had never a boyfriend as she stood naked before him.

Brock was surprised and didn’t believe it.

“Why would I lie?” Savannah was naturally defensive about being called a liar. Brock explained he didn’t mean to infer she was a liar. He just found it hard to believe such an attractive girl never had a boyfriend.

“Every guy I’ve known since before I was old enough to bleed has been trying to get in my jeans. They use me for sex, and there isn’t much left about me worth knowing. That is why I try to get as much off them as I can before they get as much off me as they can,” Savannah admitted.

Brock felt pity for her, but Savannah didn’t want that. She told him to toughen up.

“You want it here? or your room?” She asked him.

Billy said she had to fuck him in the living room where everybody can watch.

“Fuck you,” Savannah glared at her brother and Billy was silent. “If he is my boyfriend, he can speak for himself. We’ll see if he still wants to be my boyfriend after he gets what he wanted,” Savannah asked him again what room he’d like to fuck her in.

“The bedroom?” Brock said sweetly.

Savannah took his hand and led him into his room. She fucked him on his bed and was impressed with how long he held out.

“Normally, I make people use condoms unless I am giving them head,” she told him after they finished. She was trying to compliment him that she let him use her without wrapping his dick. “There is no point in a condom when you have to swallow it anyway,” she shrugged.

“Why did you let me fuck you without a condom?” he asked sweetly. He wanted to hear something nice about how she liked him.

“I wanted to get pregnant, so I could make you pay child support for the next eighteen years,” Savannah smiled and squinted playfully.

Brock looked down with a dejected expression on his face.

“No silly!” she smacked him playfully and kissed him on the mouth. “You never had sex before. So you ain’t got nothing you could give me,” Savannah was implying he might have given her an STD, but Brock didn’t know what that was.

“I am on the pill, kinda” she chuckled with a wink that suggested that she might still get pregnant while she lay on his chest.

Brock’s dick got hard again, and Savannah smiled at him. She could be a nasty bitch who fucked men for money, but there were times she enjoyed her job. She was flattered.

“Okay, let’s do it again,” she got on top of him and guided his cock into her pussy. She slowly started to fuck him up and down and put her hands on his chest.

“You like this?” she smiled at him.

“Yeah, very much! I like how your face lights up when you are on top of me,” Brock smiled broadly.

Savannah squeezed his cock by tightening her pussy muscles. He had no idea what could happen.

“Most men don’t care whether I get my rocks off or not,” she told him.

That didn’t make sense to Brock. He didn’t know much about sex, but he knew that the only way he could enjoy it is if she liked it too. He told her he cared.

“You don’t know any better,” Savannah allowed a wintry smile to fall across her face as she leaned closer to him and began to fuck him like a jockey riding a stallion. “Just like all men you will eventually learn that whores are paid to fuck and when you get your nut you’ll go have a happy life and call me when you get lonely,” she smirked. Savannah accepted that this was just how things were in the real world she lived in.

“Can I ask you something?” Brock put his hands on her back, but he was afraid to start grabbing her body. He let Savannah drive the sex.

“It’s your quarter,” Savannah said. It was a phrase she heard once, but she had no idea what it meant.

“Are you really my girlfriend now or were they just saying that to make you feel bad?” he asked her.

“I thought you were going to ask for anal,” Savannah shifted on top of him and flipped her hair with a smirk on her face. “You don’t want a bitch like me for a girlfriend, Brock.”

“What if I do?” Brock asked. He was loving her tight wet pussy crushing his cock.

“Then you are a bigger dummy than I thought you were,” Savannah didn’t think she was worth being anyone’s girlfriend. “I’ll just break your heart,” she promised him.

“You mean cheating on me?” Brock said.

“I am a whore, Brock” Savannah reminded him with a look that told him he should know she was going to fuck other guys. Then she became serious and said, “I’ll hurt your feelings you to make myself feel better, I’ll steal your shit, I’ll leave you when you most need me, I am a total bitch, Brock!”

She told him what she had seen so many other whores, including her own mother do to people who cared about them while she was on the streets.

“I still like you,” Brock assured her.

“If you want to fuck me in the butt, all you have to do is ask. You don’t have to keep buttering me up with all this sweet-talk,” Savannah chuckled. She was flattered and felt uncomfortable that Brock genuinely liked her even knowing what she was.

“Do you like anal sex?” Brock asked.

“Take a nine-inch cucumber and shove it up to your asshole and tell me if you like it,” Savannah explained while slipping off his cock and working her tight butthole onto the tip of his wet dick.

“If you don’t like it then I won’t make you do it,” Brock insisted she stop inching her ass delicately onto his pecker.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it and you aren’t making me,” Savannah said as she slipped the head of his dick into her asshole with a satisfied look on her face. “Now, are you going to shoot your load as soon as I work your package into my poop box? because if so I won’t bother!” she demanded to know if he would cum quickly or not.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before,” Brock assured her this was all new territory to him. The tightness of her pussy was nothing compared to how it felt stuffing his dick into her tiny little asshole.

“You are an actual virgin,” she smiled and asked him how he liked it while she slid the rest of his shift into her knotted asshole.

“I like it a lot,” Brock said.

“Then I don’t mind it either,” Savannah began to her asshole up and down his dick. Brock thought it felt like he was dipping his cock into warm, nacho cheese. The soft kind that you get at a bowling alley and pour all over some stale nachos. He imagined that is what Savannah had in her ass.

“I think my mom likes taking it up the ass,” Brock said after a long silence.

“You talking about your mom so you won’t cum quickly or because it makes you cum quickly?” Savannah asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

Brock didn’t get a chance to answer because Damien and Billy opened the bedroom door and told them time was up. They grabbed Brock and Savannah still locked together in a sexual embraced and dragged them into the living room.

“Brock, the man! Sticking it up our sister’s ass! Way to go Brock!” Damien was the first to notice what hole his sister was getting pegged in. Billy and Elbert cheered him on. They insisted he cum though. They wanted to see him orgasm.

Savannah knew how to move on top of a man to press his buttons. She spun around and faced her ass cheeks towards him. Then she began to lift herself up and down on his cock. Brock could see her pretty pink bubble-gum shaped balloon knot swallowing his cock. It wasn’t long before his eyes rolled into his head, his toes curled up, and he shot his cum inside her asshole.

“Yeah, let’s see! Sis hop off that dick and shoot that cum out for us!”

Savannah wasn’t used to extended humiliating sessions like this. She fucked men, they paid her, and they left. The times anything more happened were far and few between. Once she and her mom fucked two guys who insisted on shoving beer bottles up their asshole and pussy after sex, but no one had wild sex parties.

“Dad is going to be pissed that I am not out walking track,” she insisted as she slid off the boys rapidly shrinking cock.

“Dad said we could break you in tonight,” Billy insisted. Their father had not said that at all, but Savannah had no way of knowing.

“Clean the brown eye off that boy’s dick,” Elbert demanded.

Savannah sucked Brock’s dirty dick and remained on all fours. At her brother’s insistence, she squirted the cum out of her ass and spurted all over the kitchen tile behind her.

She didn’t want to admit that being nasty appealed to her.

“Lick it up, Cunt!” Billy instructed Brock’s mother to take care of the cum on the floor with her mouth. He had been pulling Melanie’s hair and slapping her tits while she pleasured him.

“Oh yeah,” Melanie crawled over to the cum. She didn’t seem to have a shred of inhibition now. She also didn’t make a face about licking her tile floor. There was probably little bits of dust and hair under the shelf.

She darted her tongue along the edge of the cum like it was the most savory taste of her life and lapped it up. Tits pressed to the tile, legs spread and ass up.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you, you depraved little bitch?” Billy stood over her and watched her lick up her own son’s cum. “You’re drooly like a horny cock sucking dog!”

He shoved his fingers into her asshole and pussy like it was a bowling ball. She wiggled her ass approvingly while she continued to drink the cum on the ground. “That’s a good fuck-toy!”