[Fiction] Pheobe's story

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Hi all. Well I've wanted to write a story for... well... years now, and i've finally given it a go. I hope you'll leave constructive comments whether you like it or not. I have around 3 chapters completed and will write more, but I will upload a chapter per week, always on a saturday or sunday.
Now, the story itself starts very mild, but progresses in brutality from chapter to chapter. In this story I have included a lot of kinks and fetishes that are repuslive to many, such as degredation, rape, human toilet etc.
I beg of you, if you do not like these stuff and still read it, do not judge it bad just because of the sex content. Try to be objective and rate it. I will gladly accept critisism. That being said, English is not my native language, but i will do my best to write the story in proper grammar. If I make a mistake or two in spelling a word, please do tell so that I know for in the future.

Well, that is it. The next post will be the first chapter.

I really hope at least some will enjoy it.

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Hi. My name is Phoebe Thorn, and this is my story. From my part, it's a story of a part of my life that is full of hate, tears, humiliation and pain. This part of my life has played a lead role for shaping me into what kind of a person I am today, and I have accepted my past. I do not know who you are, that reads these lines, or how strong your stomach is, but if you are a normal person, some things that you will read, will probably either disgust you, or make you sick.


I am now 26 years old, as I am writting this, but my story begins when I was 18 years old. My mom, my twin brother William and little old me lived in Diamondville, Wyoming in one story house. Good neighbourhood, quiet and peaceful. Will and I we visited Kemmerer High at the time, and since we both had drivers licences, our mom bought us this old Hyundai limo, that we took to go to school everyday that last year of senior High.

Now, it was just us three because our dad left us when me and Will were just babies. He was in this band and never around anyway, and one day our mom told him its us or the tours and… well, you know what he chose. So, us three we were always pretty close, we were always had good relationship with our mom, but between me and Will, there was nothing that could come between us. I can't remember a time in the years as we grew up that we wouldn't be together.

We were always sitting together in class, took the same subjects, of course we had our own friends and our own lives, but we trusted each other completely, and we still do. We had the kind of relationship where nothing was kept a secret between us. He was the first to know about my first period, I was the first he told about his first ejaculation and first wet dream, we knew everything about each other. And when I say we did everything together, I mean everything.

We were showering together still sometimes, when we were younger we browsed porn together, I've seen him hard, he has seen me wet, we were truly honest to each other and completely trusted one another. That is to say, we never did anything sexual to each other. Yes we even as 18 year olds sometimes slept together, but we never had sex or touched each other's sex organs.

Now, ever since we were little, it was me who was defending him, not the other way around. I don't know, maybe it has something to do with those 5 minutes of more life on this planet than him, I don't know. If anyone laughed at him, or wanted to bully him, well, I came into their faces like a fire spitting dragon. Have you watched Game of Thrones? Well, picture Drogon, and then multiply that by 10. A little bit of a joke, but seriously, when it came to my little brother, i could snap like that.

When we were heading into the years of our lives where one is finding himself, starts to see what he likes, what attracts him and all that, we both found out some stuff about us. Until we were 16, we found out that Will had like zero of a dominant side in him, he was a total submissive guy when it came to sex, that was also one of the reasons he did not have much of a luck with girls. He also found out that he is bisexual, or at least bicurious.

Me on the other hand, a very dominant persona, I loved it on top, I enjoyed running the play and the act, lets just say, calling me a »bitch« or a »slut« in bed would result in a immidiate slap across your face. Probably, that was one of the reasons I protected Will even in our later years.

Now, in the time I will begin telling my story, it was October, 2006 and we were just a month in our last year in Kemmerer High, before we'd bail our asses to college. I was single, never really had a »real« boyfriend because, well, no one could cope with being told what to do by a girl, and Will had just started seeing a girl whose name was Heather, and she was 20 at the time. They met at a rock concert in summer and kinda kicked it off. Now she was not his first, but she was definitely the most experienced and wild.

And that, is where the explainatory intro ends, and the story begins.

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Okay, I know I said I'll post once a week, usually on a weekend, but I have more chapters ready, so maybe I'll post new chapters a bit more randomly
I hope at least some of you who read it enjoy it
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CHAPTER TWO

»Will Goddammit we're gonna be late! Mrs. Lennington will kill me if I'm late for my presentation!« I yelled to the house from the car with open doors.

»Yeah, yeah sis, I'm there!« Came voice from the inside and sure enough, my little brother came running through the doors couple of seconds later.

»Finally!« I sighed as we sat in the car, and i started up the machine. »what were you doing anyways?«

»Oh nothing, just could wipe it clean really fast« He said with a grin.

»Oh you think you're a commedian eh?« I said as I laughed.

»No no, I know i'm a commedian that's the bloody difference girl.« He said, and turned around on his seat to lean back to backseats to take something from there.

»What the… WILL? Whats that??« I said in high voice as I saw… »Are those my panties??« I gasped.

»Erm… Sorry Phoebs, I.. I was afraid to ask… Heather told me.« Will said looking down.

I turned my head to him for a second while driving. »Will for Pete's sake, what is it? She told you to wear my panties? And why did you not talk to me?« I was hurt actually that he didn't confide.

»Yeah…« He stuttered. »She did… I was afraid I'm sorry…« He really looked bumed down, so I took a couple of deep breaths before trying to comfort him.

»Cmon, it's okay, dont feel down aright? I'm not mad, I'm just… we you could've talked to me that's all. Anyways… d'you like 'em? How do they feel?« I winked at him as I've said that.

What a change. He beamed up like a cherry on a vannila cream. He lowered his jeans a bit so my white cotton panties were clearly visible. »They feel so soft! I actually do like 'em« He smiled.

»Well then… they're yours, and who knows, Christmass is coming, maybe he'll decide you were a good girl and he'll bring you a dress.« I told him and playfully patted his thigh with a joking smile.

He laughed, from the heart. »Dont go there sis, as far as I know her, she'll make me wear it« he laughed.

I laughed with him. »Well, I'll make sure to buy you a wedding gown as well then«

We laughed on this for the remaining of the drive, and were still smiling when we entered the class five minutes late. Of course, I got a whole lecture on how you're never late if you have to represent your assingment.


The day strolled by as normaly as ever, past our lunch and into the Math class, last class of the day, as the sound of freedom echoed across the school. By that I of course mean the school bell.

As we were all eagerly stuffing our notes, books and pens into our bags, Will accidentaly threw his Math book on the floor. As he leaned down to pick it up, I've heard a sigh of surprise behind us. I looked back, and saw Janice, one of the "popular" and "better than anyone" high school girls, with her eyes wide open and her lower jaw on the floor. I knew what she saw, so I signaled her with my eyes and hands to be quiet about it. Will and other classmates were slowly going past us and leaving the classroom.

She whispered »You know???« with even wider eyes, with an even bigger surprise in them.

I whispered back »I've seen it this morning okay? I don't think it's a big deal and neither should you!«

By then we were the last in class and she picked up her bag and wanted to leave, but I grabbed her by her right arm and whispered a bit more louder with a threatening gleam in my eyes "You better keep this to yourself Heather, forget it ever happened or I swear to God Almighty himself I'll make you eat your own shit."

Her eyes widened even more, clearly in shock and surprise. But I didn't see fear in them. She went out the classroom and left me alone.

I thought that I did all that I could, but I had a bad feeling in my gut. A really bad one. But I scared her away. She better forget this. I followed her out the classroom, and joined my brother at the parking lot, where he was waiting at our car. I didn't tell him anything about Heather, didn't want him to worry.

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all

Well, the third chapter is here, I hope those who read this story like it and will find the third chapter also interesting. I would love to get some feedback if its good or bad.

Also a small note, I know I have mistakenly wrote the name of the schoolmate as Heather, not Janice at least once, it is a wrong in my notes which I am writting over, and if something like this happens again, I am very sorry.

The story is in the last chapter of "catching up" to the timeline, so to speak, the fourth one starts with first person view throughout the chapter.

Have fun, enjoy and happy holidays to all again.

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CHAPTER THREE


From that day on, Will told me everything that he did with Heather, and boy, did the girl have a dirty mind and a ton of imagination. She turned him in a real sub alright. They did all kind of stuff, covered a bunch of fetishes, i mean he worshipped her feet, she bought him a collar to wear, a subtle one, so he could wore it in public as well, and boy did he wear it. She pegged him with a strapon, gave him an anal plug to wear when he wasnt with her sometimes, even caged his cock. Even made him shave his body. All in all it actually looked pretty nice. He was happy as a child with a candy in his hands. I have to admit, got me kinda hot listening and knowing all that. Don't judge me, what can I do, I bleed red as well.


Then, around January I've had a car accident. As I was driving on the main road within regulations, some guy was apperantly not paying attention to the driving as he crashed in my car, right in my side of it. I remember the crash happening, and a few moments after the hit, as the car was sent flying through the air and rolled around. Then, blackness. I awoke in the hospital 3 days later with bad body injuries. Had broken bones all over my body, my head felt like the worst hangover imaginable, just 10 times worse. I stayed in the hospital for a month and a half, and then stayed home for couple of weeks as well, before I returned to school. During the time I was in the hospital, Will only came to see me in the first week, and then stopped coming. Mom said that he was too buisy. I was getting worried, he didn't even answer my calls, and wrote short replies to my texts. When I came home, I confronted him the first evening, what was going on. He didn't want to talk to me at all. I tried talking to him multiple times, but he broke just on the eve of my return to school. What he told me, I wouldn't desire for my worst enemy. I learned Janice ignored my threat completely.


When I got sick, he didn't have me around him in school no more, and some girls started picking on him. Calling him fag, and sissy. Those girls were Janice, Hannah, Kim, Laura and Carol. The inseperable five. At first, it was just that, name calling and making fun of. Two weeks later, on a Friday, in the last class of the day he got a message from Janice if she can talk to him in the boys bathroom on the schools top floor one hour after classes. He replied what was it about, and she said that its something personal. He said alright. He was the first to come there, its strange how the school's like a ghost place just an hour after classes, and he waited for Janice. He heard the bathroom door open and through came not just Janice, but the rest of the inseperable five as well. He asked them what was this about, and then Janice told him, that he forgot his phone the other day on his desk when he went to the loo during class, and she picked it up and browse it a bit. And boy did she get the results. She read the texts between him and Heather, and couldn't believe her eyes. She read and read and read. She asked him if was all true. And in fright, my little brother said yes. She asked him if he was caged right now. He emberrasingly said yes. They all giggled with menace, he said. They said to him, that he has a choice. They can expose him, or he does as they say. And he chose the second option. They stripped him naked, fully naked, even socks and laughed at his caged cock, and shaven body. Called him sissy fag. Told him he's on the bottom of the food chain. The bitches made him lick the floor, and the urinals. They even put his head in one of them and pissed on him. They made him lick their shoes and feet. Made him lick their assholes. They told him that he must break up with his girlfriend because he is their bitch boy from now on. And he did it. Everything they told him. In the time I wasn't around they made him into their slave. Even got him to suck a stranger off twice. Forced him into a gangbang as they spitroasted him with their strapons. Made him drink their piss. Dressed him into a girl while they fucked him.


I was disgusted and barely kept my cool as I was listening my brother, my baby brother, my Will cry his heart out. He broke down completely. I didn't tell him that he should come to me sooner, because what was, was. But I assured him they will pay. All of them. Dearly. I was never more wrong in my life.