I like it, I swear.

Sonata’s bags drop from a hard day at work, her tight uniform on for her two sisters to see. They’ve been home for a little bit, having shifts before her. That doesn’t mean they’re relaxed though. She knows that. She understands that’s how it is. That it’s best this way.

It’s my role in the group.

Her shirt is the next to fall to the ground. SThe skirt gets to stay, as Adagio likes seeing the red lines it leaves afterwards, but Aria loves her massive tits. The well endowed lumps that shake and wiggle now that they’re free. There’s no bra hiding them anyways, something her coworkers have started to notice. Have started to enjoy, just like her sisters.

Aria is the first to move, which is pretty normal. Adagio doesn’t really pay her enough mind to do more. She has trained her toy well. Taught Sonata where she belongs, and she’s okay with that.

I’m okay with that.

There’s no longer any pleasure for Sonata as Aria’s lips come over her erect nipple. Her teeth are sharp against the sensitive nub, and Sonata fakes a moan out to please the short woman. She knows if she doesn’t, it’ll get rougher. She might even earn herself another scar.

Aria’s hand then reached up, jamming two fingers into Sonata’s pussy. There’s no way to mask how dry she is there, but she knows Aria doesn’t care. Not yet at least. It’s about getting Sonata prepared for the real show. The show that Aria enjoys far more than simply fucking her body.

It’s a fun performance though. Just like all of them.

Once she can get enough of Sonata’s arousal to have a strand be between her fingers, Aria forcefully pulls out. Her nails are sharp on her folders, and Sonata makes the mistake of squeaking in pain. That’s not allowed though. It’s never allowed, as it makes her a bad performer for Aria. Aria doesn’t hurt her after all. She just wants to watch others hurt her.

That’s why Aria is amazing. That’s why I never leave her.

Sonata crawls on the ground, knowing better than to stand up after Aria’s smack Besides, her sisters will like watching her ass. Watching her be a worthless puppy. Be nothing compared to them.

I’m not smart enough to question it though. Otherwise, this would not be my place.

Sonata opens her mouth when she gets to Adagio. Her master sits in the same chair she always does, her legs open, waiting for Sonata to come home. In, between them, a long, soft cock lays, waiting to be pleasured by her whore. Just like any other night. “Mouth, then ass.”

My body is all I am worth, and that’s okay.

Sonata’s lips slowly wrap themselves around Adagio’s cock, carefully lifting it without biting or applying too much pressure to it. She’s not allowed to use her hands. No, she is a dog, with nothing but her mouth and thighs to please her mistress. When she begins to bob her head along the mighty shaft, she does it quickly, knowing that time is of the essence if she doesn’t want to be beaten, so she silently, eagerly, chokes on Adagio’s throbbing member.

It hurts, but I like it. I swear…

Adagio slowly pulls Sonata off of her cock, smirking as the little whore coughs. Sonata merely winces, the pain of feeling her hair being pulled almost from her scalp being nothing compared to what she knows Adagio can do. Her master than looks to Aria, who's already begun to openly masturbate to the two of them, and asks, “Do you want her tits, or can I get them bouncing in my face tonight?”

Aria waves off Sonata’s pained look, before saying, “I want to see her scream. We haven’t done that in a while.”

They’re my family. I want them to be happy. I want them to be-

“Agh!” Sonata can’t help it, not as her still tight ass, saved for when Adagio’s in an especially evil mood, is forced open. She… she knows she shouldn’t protest, and thus keeps her hands on Adagio’s own gifted chest. She can’t squeeze to offset her own pain, only being allowed to massage, even as more and more of her sister’s cock bores its way into her.

I love them, and they love me. And then.. Then you… you fuck…

Adagio ordered Sonata to move on her own, and she nodded through tear filled eyes. She wouldn’t let them fall though. If she did, it’d all be over, and she had to be strong. She had to be good. There were no other options for her.

So, her hips moved, pain spiraling through her system with each movement. It just wanted time to adjust. To form itself around the intrusion, but it wouldn’t be allowed it. She knew if she stopped, or went slow, Adagio would start hurting her faster. Start laying into her before she ever wanted it. She just had to keep going. Keep bouncing. Keep massaging. That was her place.

But it hurts, but I can take it. I swear I can take it. I want to be able to take it.

Adagio reached over to the side to a set of clothespins she had set to the side. Sonata’s blood ran cold as she saw them,, having not noticed them before, but she didn’t stop. In fact, she only became increasingly desperate in how she thrusted against her sister, even as she began to gasp and shake from the never ending pain. The pain that was all she knew. All she ever-

Just a little longer. Just a little longer, and she might cum early tonight.

Such hope wasn’t coming though as the first clothespin was placed directly onto Sonata’s clit, and the girl’s eyes opened wide. Aria immediately got what she wanted as Sonata started screaming, but the blue girl never attacked Adagio. She never tried to hurt her breasts, or run away, or anything one might expect.

Not anymore, which was exactly what Adagio loved seeing each and every night out of her little, broken whore.

Author's Note

I actually have a far more positive story about Sonata overcoming sexual problems in her past. Not ones as dark as this, but I hope it's something that can cleanse your pallet for those who want a happier ending to this all.