Degeneration Anthology #1

Here's a new series I'm trying out. I wanted to do some more high-quality, high-effort stories in my favorite style, and I figured FANBOX would be the best avenue. My intention is to post a couple image sets per month, replacing the regular weekly update post for that week. Let me know what you think!

Valerie had been looking forward to her brother's wedding for months. She had been promised a special place in the ceremony, and her excitement had only grown more intense as the day approached. That final night she could barely sleep.

As she walked down the aisle the crowd ooh-ed and aah-ed at her appearance. She was confident that she had never looked cuter in her entire life.

At the party after the marriage ceremony she finally felt that she could relax a bit. She danced and danced, and felt energized by the onlookers' stares. She knew fully well that this was not her day, but still she felt like she was at the center of attention.

Exhausted from her dancing, Valerie took a quick break away from the festivities. Her face lit up as her brother approached to greet her.

She was somewhat apprehensive as he offered her a glass of wine. Kids her age definitely shouldn't be drinking, but she didn't want to disappoint her brother either. Plus, as he said, it would help her complete the rest of her special task.

Energized by the alcohol that now coursed through her system Valerie returned to the dance floor. Her head felt a bit spinny, though. As she wobbled from side to side, she had a strange feeling that the energy in the crowd had changed somewhat.

She barely even noticed when someone unzipped her dress and pulled it off her body. Normally, having your underwear exposed in front of this many people would definitely be cause for concern. Valerie, however, was too far gone. It didn't even register in her head that the crowd had definitely changed tune now. The chant of "take-it-off" meant nothing to her ears.

Finally, when some strong hands lifted her off the ground and pulled her panties down, she realized something was wrong. As a thick leather collar was strapped around her neck she tried to protest, but her body no longer listened to her. She could see the blurry outline of her brother speaking to the crowd, but she had no idea what he was saying. All of her senses had been dulled by alcohol.

When Valerie finally regained some composure she realized that she couldn't move. There, strapped to a table and surrounded by the men she was just entertaining, she learned about the horrifying tradition that she had been selected for.

Her brother approached, and nothing seemed to remain of the kind man she knew. He appeared almost animalistic, his half-naked body hovering over her vulnerable form. Then, as he rubbed himself on her genitals, he pushed in.

Mercilessly the just-married brother took his little sister's virginity. With no thought to her comfort he pleasured himself with her body, slamming her insides until he was satisfied.

Valerie silently begged for mercy as her brother's semen leaked from her hole. However, as she glanced at the gathered crowd, she knew that her ordeal was only just beginning.

As her brother kissed his bride and zipped his pants back up more of the party guests approached the "entertainment". This was going to be one hell of a night.

Over the next few hours the party went on, with guests drinking and feasting. Valerie didn't get a second of rest, with cocks pumping her holes and hosing her down with sticky white semen. Each time she thought that it was over another man would "introduce" himself. Somewhere down the line someone gagged and blindfolded her, tired of her begging for mercy. Now, all she could do was focus on the thought that this couldn't go on forever.

When Valerie awoke the next morning she was left alone in a bathroom. Her body felt bruised and battered, and a splitting headache prevented her from stringing together any meaningful thoughts. After trying the door (it was locked) she sat back down and awaited her fate.

It appeared that her torment was not yet over. Wedding guests visited her all morning, using her body as a urinal and completely destroying any sense of self-worth she had left. After the third time serving as a toilet she started to wonder if this is what the rest of her life was going to look like.

Well, she wasn't far off. What she didn't realize is that in the next room an auction was being held for her body. Whoever won the auction would get to "marry" her in the next wedding ceremony. And so, the tradition would continue...