leon's angel

But of course, this shy, distant perversion doesn’t last for too long. In fact, they’ve upped their behavior once you got older. When they felt less disgusted with their joint fascination. Leon came up with the bright idea to keep you drugged up all the time, stuck on a never-ending high, just so they could have you with little fuss in their way.

Allowing the brothers to keep you groomed as their little rape toy, leaving you to walk around the house like a desperate, junky motel whore. Which is what they liked to call you. Too drugged up to flee, and who would believe you? Who would help you? Leon always said that if I stumbled in the streets crying for help, they'd just arrest me, and he and Uncle James wouldn't be there to help me. "There are no drugs in prison, you know?" James would always add on, knowing how much those words bit at you. Knowing how hooked they have you.

Low-eyed and always bruised, both fresh and old prints littering your flushed skin. Though you're not entirely sure if it's the drugs or them that's keeping you marked. So strung out that you can't even follow up on what they give you anymore; they make you sniff, inject, or eat things to keep you subdued. Not that any of that matters anymore to you, not when you're this dependent on taking them constantly.

You're only half aware of what they do to you when the high begins to die down, the pain from bits of blurred memories from throughout your time with them slowly begins to pour through the walls you've managed to keep built up. Your nervous system is always working overtime, doing anything it can to avoid the numbness, disgust, and ache that follows in your slightly sober wake.

The tear-soaked memories of gagging, beatings, and humiliation from when it all began are always the first to come back to you. The first time was the worst. You can still feel how soggy the room was; everything was warm and slick. Their heavy bodies were all over you, so desperate, just grabbing and pulling at your younger self between the two of them with no care for how scared you were. How could they not notice the way you shook?

One of them pawed at the back of your head as the other one forced you to take him inside your hot mouth. You're still not sure who was doing what; you're not that sober yet. Then, you had never given a blow job before, and you surely never would've imagined that the first time would be between your father and your uncle, though you've gotten way better at it now, perfect to their liking.

Your mouth hadn't yet been accustomed to being opened and stretched for that long, resulting in you accidentally nipping at who it was, instantly killing the moment for them. Their faces dropped as they took this as you fighting back, which wasn't what you were doing in their fantasies when they planned this out.

This is where everything got dark in your memory for you.

You just remember that everything past that point hurt, especially when they slid into you together. Neither of them wants to miss being the first one to take you, how greedy.Both brothers claimed you at once, the pain of it overshadowing the sick nature of it all. And honestly, it still does. However, now, it's less of the pain, but more of the fact that it's your father and uncle who are the hands that have proudly aided in your self-destruction.

You never even got the chance to sit in disgust about who was hurting you, not when you were screaming and clawing at whoever you could catch as they fucked their way into your clamping pussy. Marking them as they did to you. All three of you, unable to deny what had happened, though the marks mean something different for you as they do for them. To you, they are proof that something that can never be given back was stolen. Beat and raped out of you by your own family. To them, it's proof that they conquered you into defeat. They wear them proudly, and a lack of remorse lines the thinly scarred skin.

You remember how heavy your legs felt when you tried to kick the two of them away, your legs failing to flail after they held you down with more force. You remember a damp forehead pressed up against yours, whispering and kissing you as if that would make it all go away. Sweet nothings that you can't seem to fully make out from memory anymore, sweaty hands coming from behind you to latch onto your hair. And being unable to place everything that was happening led to your body being too overwhelmed, the fear, the pain, all of it taking over your senses. You dimly remember shrieking as you pissed yourself because of it, warm liquid spilling from between your legs, and onto their protruding cocks. That foul dilemma doesn't hinder them, not even in the slightest. In fact, they would recall that moment as a badge of honor. Especially Leon who found odd humor in reminiscing about being there for you when you wet the bed as a child, to now being the sole reason for it.

It was all so humiliating.

Nothing could compare to this foggy memory of your uncle and father raping you numb that night, not even with all the gross things they now make you do to get high again. Nothing.

How they mocked your cries as you pissed, keeping you stuffed with their half-flaccid cocks and enjoying the sight of your fight to cover and get away. The wails that spilled from your pouty lips before you leaned back in mute defeat. That was the night that it was decided to keep you permanently doped up; they wanted you to be more willing to their violence. They wanted you doll-like, for the most part. Leon still seemed to really enjoy that dull, faraway look you had in your eyes whenever he mounted you. Though James would prefer to see the emotion pull, it makes it all feel genuine to him. But both could agree on wanting to enjoy the tears, or even the soft moans that seem to slip from you time to time now that you're finally used to everything.

Lying there proudly. Enjoying the possibility of you finally starting to open up to them, even if you're only seeming to enjoy it because you're high out of your mind. Even starting to resentfully cum on certain occasions. They liked to bask in the illusion of you finally partaking in the sex, if they could even call it that.

And now that the shaking and tears have come back, that's when they know it's 'feeding' time. Teasing you about it, "If you want your fix, you know what to do." Leon would tut all smug like, knowing it's been a while since they've supplied you. Of course, he keeps track. How else is he supposed to know when his 'homegrown' whore needs him?

They could tell you were starting to go through the early stages of withdrawal, you would start crying to yourself out of nowhere, always shaking from being cold and feeling achy. It wasn't long until you'd come crawling back to them on your knees, begging for their cocks in your mouth if it meant you could shoot up again.

Leon likes to have you when the drugs first hit your bloodstream, ‘a fresh high,’ he calls it. James prefers to have you once you've simmered down, either from letting the drug settle or from you being spent from his brother raping you quietly.That's why most times, they took turns raping you. Your head in James' lap while he strokes your hair as he waits for his turn, wiping off the weak tears slipping down your face as Leon is hunched over from fucking into you with your legs bent over his hips.

“You’re a big girl now, you can take it. Better be lucky we started taking you once you filled in, if you can barely take it now, imagine it then,” he grunts, rutting his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy that seems to grow slicker by the minute.

"Well, would you look at that," James taunts, his eyes now shifting to look at the growing mess between your legs, reaching his hands to spread your lower lips. Showing off the slick pooling from your hole and onto his brother’s cock, Leon’s rough hands move to press against the back of your thighs. Your knees, grazing the sides of your ringing ears. "Attah girl, knew you'd come around eventually. Just probably needed time to adjust, right?” your dad praises, his grin turning into a sneer as he watches your eyebrows knit together as thin tears streak down your face.

Leon continues to roll his stern hips hard and focused into you again and again, stretching your soaked cunt with his desperate cock. The embarrassingly loud, slick, squelching, lewd sounds get louder, filling the room as he ruts into you faster. Shutting your eyes in shame, you can hear your uncle James chuckle at the sight of you in his lap.

"Don't be so shy about it, it's okay to love your dad and uncle like this. This is all we ever wanted from you," He whispers. You open your eyes for a moment to watch his face get closer, kissing you on the tip of your nose. His sweet demeanor shifts out of place when he realizes the hard glare you're giving back at him, pulling his hands away from your pussy to pinch your nipple in retaliation. Forcing your head to bend back further into his lap, your back momentarily arching and lifting from the mattress. The uncomfortable pain radiating through your overstimulated frame.

"Fuck, that just made her tighter, pull on her again," Leon instructs, his voice coming out breathy and less agitated than earlier. Your hands move from the sheets to try to fight him off. James' frown turns back into a smug smile as he pulls both of your hands into one of his, while his other pinches at your nipple again, harder and holding his fingers hostage longer against you.

Your inner thighs and his pelvis are undeniably covered in your wetness. “See, James, this is what good junkie pussy is supposed to look and sound like. Wet like a nun in church, just taking whatever I fill it up with, this is what she was made for, you know that, right? To be my hole to empty my seed into, ready and willing to let me stretch it full of whatever I want, heh." chuckling before gently closing his eyes as he looks back in memory, a proud smile dancing across his face as his thrusts get slower yet still keeping up the hard force behind it.

"Like that one time we stuffed her to the brim with beer bottles, n'told her that if she rode 'em, we’d give her more ket" James teases, recalling and catching onto what Leon was referring to. Running his hands against your cheek, cupping and wiping away the loose tears that are still slipping out.

"Fuuuckk" a long throaty groan leaves Leon's lips as he remembers the sight, you were so strung out and desperate that night. It was like God had blessed them with the visual. They love it whenever you get like that, knowing that they could make you do whatever they wanted to, and that you'll always go through with it, no matter what the request is.

"Dirty bitch started creaming down the necks of 'em, humping the bottles like a slut in heat. How many of them did she manage to swallow up?" Leon brags, talking about you like you're not right under him. As he evokes one of the most recent revolting acts they make you do for their own sick enjoyment of watching you helplessly regress into the corners of your mind, carrying out their deranged orders in order to shoot up again.

After triggering the memory, Leon puts all his weight down on the back of your legs so that your puffy and bare chest is against his slightly slippery one. His mouth pressed right against your ear, allowing you to feel the warmth from his deep grunts as soon as they leave his mouth. Even James shifts under you at the image, freeing his cock that lies beside your head from his underwear, starting to jerk off to it. His flushed tip already leaking that foggy liquid you hate to taste, using his own pre as lubricant. Unable to wait for his turn with you.

"Shiit, a-about three in each hole, I think," he murmurs, thick under his weighted panting. A sweet moan gets pulled out of you when Leon's fingers finally find your clit, bringing your disheveled mind back into the dreaded shared bedroom. It feels as if a surge of electricity is making its way through your swaying body, from the crown of your head to the peak of your clit as he rubs furiously against it.

"Please, please just--please cum" you weakly weep against his cheek, wanting this whole thing to be over. To turn into nothing but a distant memory, waiting to be added to the previous distorted memories that already haunt your heavy head. Though this would be unlike most of the other memories. This one will be plagued with dishonorable lust.

Your cunt can't seem to help but suck him in more and more with every drive of his drilling hips rutting inside of you as his cock stretches you with a fleshy burn that makes you clamp down on him in anticipation. Your clammy hands mindlessly find their way to him. Your nails barely sink into the damp surface of his somewhat muscular back, whilst more tears continue to pour as your own body betrays your fragile mind. Almost as if it's fighting for survival on instinct. While your mind is screaming at you, not wanting to have to deal with the shame of orgasming with them.

Lying curled up in the dark of your mind, watching this act of sin from start to finish through your own lucid eyes. Praying for a shadowy cover to blanket this dark day, to help keep it permanently hidden away with the other few moments like this. "Fuck. She's gonna cum all over you, you-you can see it on her face." James huffs, his fist passing over his cock at a furious speed. "Is he telling the truth? Are you really going to do it? Gonna cum all over dad? the man you claim to loathe?" Leon teasingly questions, his lips slightly pulled over his teeth as he grins, whispering the last part as if to further humiliate you.

"She wants you to fill her up. Tch. Desperate junkie whore, she's just itching for it." James knows exactly how to rile his brother up; meanwhile, he himself is slightly drooling from the sight of his brother cruelly fucking into you. Tipping his head back as his nonstop whines turn into quiet choking sounds with his mouth slightly agape, nearing the edge of his rearing climax.

Leon feels as if his heart could stop any moment now, ready to burst at the seams of his own hungry release. His tip is sensitive and overworked, but he refuses to cum without you there beside him, of course. He had already decided it from the moment he saw that familiar, removed expression in your eyes when he slipped into you. Leon continues to snap his hips against you -- you feel as if this room could suffocate you just by lying here.

"Cum, do it- fuck. Do it now. Want you gushing all over me while I fill you up. Fucking do it, do it, do it, doitdoitdoit f-uughhhh" Leon mewls as his hips stutter a few times before giving you one last deep thrust, emptying his cum deep inside of you. All while his fingers are still between the two of you, anxiously rubbing hard against your drenched clit while his sweaty forehead rests in the curve of your neck.

Your mind tries to fight the pleasure off, urging your body to do whatever it can to not let him see you like that again; biting your lip in quiet protest to mute your wispy cries. It loses the fight as your hands grip onto him harder, holding him dear as if this were a normal embrace. Like a daughter in innocent need of her father -- while your body begins to break down into a big shudder.

"Look -- look, here it comes," James beams, fisting his hand roughly, focusing on just circling his twitching tip as he shoots ropes of cum to the sight of you creaming all over his brother. Your face is scrunched up, accidentally holding your breath as your body begins to spasm under your holy father.

You release the breath that you were holding, allowing your arms to fall back down to your side as your blood reaches back down from your face. Leon turns his face to kiss you, a 'loud' award for him breaking you in once again. A tender kiss, light but present, it felt almost as if for a moment he remembered who he is to you.

Now comes more of the shaking, teeth clattering, and uncontrollable trembling that comes with this. The murky heat from the room immediately slips away from you, leaving you rushing to hold yourself to preserve any warmth your aching frame can muster up. Gently slipping out of you -- leaving you with a bold emptiness, Leon sits on his heels. Looking down at the slight shift in your face. His face looks as if his fatherly instincts kicked in to protect you, but you knew that wasn't the case. He can tell the withdrawals are beginning to kick in at full speed this time, "You know the rules, pup. Don't worry, you'll get your fix after you make your uncle as happy you made me," Leon promises, tilting his head with a small frown as if to get sympathy from you. As if you have a choice.

James lifts your head up from his lap as you watch him move further onto the stained sheets, his back close to the dark headboard-- distantly ushering you to come and ride him this time. Another small part of you seems to crack away and fade into that seemingly, forever growing black hole inside of you, leaving you to wonder just how much more of you is left until you're nothing but a stain for them to lick up.

You can feel the now, weighted and dry tears standing obvious on your cheeks; they feel as if you could just chip them right off the skin. To further allow yourself to perform under the illusion of willingness, while you simmer in hidden rage. Angry at the waiting game of seemingly non-existent freedom. But for now, at least the drugs help to swat away the lingering pain. Only allowing you to fully embrace it when it's free from you. Maybe one day they'll trust you enough to handle the drugs on your own. Taking more than enough to slip down the drain into the nothingness of the dark that reaches for you whenever you wake to find them on top of you again.

You eventually find the strength to get onto your knees, your obvious release shamelessly strung on the inside of your thighs as you begin to crawl towards your uncle, Leon's gaze, latched onto the mess of your cunt from behind. You reach him, slowly sinking down onto him with an empty sigh. Carefully leaning your head on the soft crook of his warm neck while your eyes focus and distort the room into nothing but a dull blur.

Wishing to go home, to your 'real' home.