Claimed and Shamed

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in an information retrieval system in any form or by any means, without prior written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Copyright © (2023) Teresa Wolf CONTENTS Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Epilogue FREE BOOKS! MORE TERESA WOLF Lets Connect Author Note + Thank You Chapter One Stephanie “Open your eyes, slut. Come on, up!” Several slaps across my face wake me up very decidedly and my eyes flutter open. My vision is skewed, colors and shapes blurring together into Lego-piece-like objects. Stars explode behind my eyelids but I try to blink them away. My breath is heavy, and I am panting as I resurface into consciousness. Sweat drips onto the sheets under me from all over my body as if I have just finished a volleyball scrimmage. Except, I’m pretty sure this isn’t the type of workout my coach would approve of. “There’s my good little whore. You can’t pass out every time I don’t let you cum. We’d be here forever.” My legs are aching from being forced as wide apart as they would go. I weakly try to free myself from my bonds but the rope tightens around my ankles again, as I move. A hair tickles my cheek and I realize I can’t simply brush it as my hands are tied to the bedposts. My sight starts to clear and I make out some sandy, beach-blonde hair and gorgeous amber stone eyes. A smirk is plastered over his face. “Besides, I already let you cum twice, don’t you think that was generous of me?” “Hudson…I don’t know how much more I can—” Before I could finish my sentence, my mouth is filled with the vibrating wand he had just been using to assault me. At least he isn’t as that much of a dick to keep the vibrations in my mouth. “This is how a dirty little slut should be treated. You will keep taking it, until I say I’m done. And I’m just not quite ready yet.” He starts to move again and I remember why I passed out. His eight inch cock begins sliding in and out of me with ease, more than enough of my cum has pooled within me to lubricate his every stroke. My legs begin trembling from the strain of the third wave of an orgasm that is ready to rip through me. “Hudson, please!” “Look at you my little pet, begging for it. You want to cum all over my dick, don’t you?” “Yes! Fuck, yes!” The wand is back on my clit, on the highest setting, and I feel my whole body shaking with its vibrations. Hudson is pounding into me, his cock burrowing deep within me with every stroke. It’s already been an entire year of this and I will never get tired of it, as much as I hate to admit it. I love being his slut. With Hudson, I don’t have to control any of my yearnings, which are deeper than rational thoughts. Cards, chocolate or flowers might make me throw up a little. Order me to get down on all four, tell me to shut up whilst pounding my pussy, seasoned with a little respectful choking, and I promise my body would not be more satisfied. If being a proper young woman in today’s society means denying my sexual desires, and being objectified, degraded and owned in the bedroom, then I’d rather be a distasteful whore. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door of Hudson’s dorm room. “Busy, man!” Hudson yells, not missing a single thrust as he drills his thick cock into me. I picture Sawyer, my brother, shaking his head and walking away from the room as I try to hold in my moans. Sawyer doesn’t know Hudson and I are sleeping together and he doesn’t need to know, at least not yet. Hudson spits on my pussy and I feel the warm liquid spray my tights and a slap follows. It isn’t painful, but it definitely stings and snaps me back to the present. “Stop holding back your noise. Don’t you want your dear old brother to hear his sister being the dirty little slut she is? You don’t want him to hear how hungry you are for my dick?” Hudson’s cock continues to slam into me repeatedly, and I start to feel a sensation like I’m going to pee. I immediately know what’s coming. I do my best to hold it in, but I can’t. “Oh I know that face. Are you going to squirt already? Come on pretty little one. Make that pussy cry for me. Squeeze those tight walls around my dick.” Hudson grabs one of my shoulders and presses the vibrator harder onto my clit. I try to force my legs closed but he thrusts them back open and I explode, cumming and squirting all over his stomach and his cock. Tears sting my eyes and begin streaming down my face as my orgasm rips through me like a tornado. My body rocks against his and I ride it out, screaming while I vibrate with the wand. “Look how pathetic and needy you are for my dick. Who’s my good little slut?” He doesn’t even wait for me to answer before I feel him stiffen and his warm hot cum shoots into me. His pumping slows to a stop and he slowly pulls out of me. His cum mixes with mine, dripping out of my pussy. “How pretty my princess looks all pumped full of my spunk. Look at that, it’s so fucking beautiful…” Hudson is admiring his handy work, staring at me spread eagled