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Cassie Bircham sat at her desk, propping her head up with her chin resting lazily in her palm. She stared at the whiteboard behind her teacher with glassed-over eyes, none of the information from the middle-aged sheepdog's lecture even reaching her. Her mind was elsewhere—like it always was in class—but not for any of the typical reasons of an average, unfocused teenage girl.
She actually loved school. Not because she particularly excelled in academics, or enjoyed learning, or even because she was finally on the cheerleading team—something she'd wanted for three whole years ever since she was a freshman, only finally having achieved her spot on the squad just before finishing her junior year. No, she loved school because it got her away from the house. Away from them. School was the only place she was truly safe; the only place she could know with absolute certainty that for the next eight hours of the day, nothing would happen to her, whereas back home, it was a terrifying toss-up hour by hour whether she'd be left alone or whether they would-...
The whiskers on Cassie's left cheek twitched, her pretty orange and white fox face scrunching in discomfort just as it always did when she accidentally reminded herself of any intimate details... not that she could ever seem to help it.
She plucked a stray strand of her golden hair out of her face and hooked it back behind her ear. Her life had fallen into hell the moment her mom married that dumbass crocodile.
Cassie loved her mom, but boy, was the woman absolute garbage with character judgement. So what if the creep had money and their lives had never been better off? He was an arrogant sleaze from day one. Cassie could hardly believe the fact he had not three, not four, not five, but seven sons wasn't a deal-breaker. Bate, Dean, Javel, Zeedin, Arlos, Mallick and Trekan, all of them crocodiles just like their gross father.
After the "wedding"—if it could even be called that with how fast it went—they'd decided rather than uproot and live in a new house on one of her stepfather's several properties around the country, he and his scum-bucket lizard offspring would just move in with her and her mother so Cassie could stay in school and keep all her friends. Barely two months after her eighteenth birthday, the teenage fox suddenly found herself living with seven older brothers she'd never wanted... and all of them were just horrible.
They treated her so bad. They were mean, and crude, and nasty. Making fun of her, ganging up on her, snatching food right out of her hands and eating it in front of her, constantly deriding her and insulting her hobbies. Not one of them was nice... not even one! She'd been an only child her whole life. She had no idea how to deal with sharing a living space with boys, let alone being picked on—especially now that she was the only girl in the house besides her mother. There was absolutely no frame of reference for her to draw from; nothing to help her stand up for herself, so she just put up with it... again, and again, and again, and again, and again!
Cassie had thought about biting back at her crocodilian stepbrothers a few times, but she'd grown up so non-confrontational that the idea only ever sat in her head as a quiet fantasy that bubbled into the foreground of her thoughts whenever those boys would make her properly upset. It certainly didn't help that they always outnumbered her... by a lot. Far too often had Cassie found herself brooding alone about her situation immediately after being bullied by all seven of them, lying to herself that she'd have the courage to somehow defend herself next time.
Furthermore, the last thing she wanted to do was run the risk of ruining her mother's long-sought happily ever after that she'd wanted so badly ever since her first husband—Cassie's biological father—turned out to be a lying con artist with multiple secret affairs and got himself sentenced to thirty years when his grimy criminal record finally caught up with him. It'd broken her mother's heart, and Cassie couldn't possibly bring herself to become a wrench in the gears of her mother's happiness, no matter the multitude of gripes she'd had with the new arrangements.
Cassie wished she was tougher, and every time she was away from those scaled brutes, she swore to herself she'd stand up to them, tell them off, throw something at them to show them she was serious this time!
...But then she went home again, and the moment she was alone with all of them, she always melted right back into her typical, shy-little-kitten state of mind. Always being reminded up close and personal how much bigger each of them were than her, with even the shortest of her stepbrothers standing a solid eight inches higher than her. Their genetically huge, scary dinosaur teeth protruding out from under their upper lips all across those elongated, creepy snouts that made their awful smiles so much eerier to see. The way they'd push her hard onto the couch and watch her smaller figure bounce off the cushions. The times they'd box her in and not let her leave the room so they could make fun of her all together. Even when one of them would sneak up behind her and steal her unlocked phone right out of her hands, going through her pictures and loudly commenting mean things about them while she shouted and wrestled to get it back. Every damn time, she'd just clam up and tolerate it until they were finished. The times when she'd try to put her foot down were consistently weak and spiritless, having no real energy behind them besides a coy "That's enough," or a tepid "I mean it..."
Her mother had overheard it happening only a small handful of times, and the only help she ever offered was an occasional "Be sure to assert yourself, dear," that the older vixen would say hours after the fact. Her mom had always been oblivious, and routinely employed tunnel-vision on whatever it was she was doing or thinking. That was just the way she'd always been, and it'd certainly played a role in her getting duped into a bogus marriage the first time. In fact, that very flaw was precisely why Cassie could hardly believe her mother had fallen for the egotistical dolt that was Cassie's new stepdad. Had the woman learned nothing from last time!? What did her mother even see in him? He was a self-centered, play-pretend-romantic, showoff idiot lizard with his ugly grey and green scales and missing his front-right tooth and his fat dumb tail that he dragged across the ground all the time and that hideous log-nose all crocodiles have and-
Cassie's eyes drifted over to her teacher's unoccupied desk, scanning the cup of pencils and pens next to a fake plastic apple.
She tried not to be bitter. Her mother had never been happier in all her life being with that loser whose financial status was almost certainly the result of ill-begotten gains. The quote-unquote 'business trips' her mom accompanied her new husband on that obviously doubled as luxury vacations probably helped blindside her a great deal to the man she'd actually married...
...And it was like a punch in the gut for Cassie the very first time her mother had left the house to go with that craggily tycoon crocodile to "make the rounds on his investments" or some such fancily-worded excuse, leaving Cassie alone with her seven insufferable stepbrothers for two whole weeks!
Cassie's mind wandered back to that awful, horrible day. That was the day when her life went from sucky and unfair to horrific and nightmarish.
It was a Friday, and Cassie came home from school at 3:30 PM, her stepbrothers waiting for her arrival with unkind intent as usual. They ambushed her in the kitchen, blocking the exits out of the room like they often did when they wanted to tease or demean her as a group.
The eldest brother, Zeedin, aged twenty-six, grabbed her phone off the counter while she was making a sandwich for herself, triggering Cassie into an all-too-familiar spin-around as she reached for his grip, the bulky croc ignoring her signature whine of "Give it baaaaack!" as he towered over her.
Zeedin flipped the phone around to show her her own lockscreen that displayed her sitting at the school cafeteria and smiling into the camera with a sassy head-tilt while holding up a peace sign hand gesture with two fingers.
"You're so photogenic, Cass," he rumbled with a haughty smile on his big, dumb, footlong snout.
"Why don't you ever send us those cute selfies?" said Bate leaning on the fridge with folded arms.
"Yeah, we miss you when you're at school. Some nice pictures of our lovely sister would go a long way!" said Dean from across the island.
"step-sister!" Cassie corrected him tersely with a flick of an ear and a rumpled brow, never liking the fact they always left that part out. "Give it back!"
In hindsight, it wasn't that uncharacteristic of them. They'd asked her for favors before, then promptly insulted her about the way she did it as though that was the original goal the whole time. They were also regularly on the same page about what they wanted to bully her with before even coming to find her and do it, so it wasn't uncommon they'd speak one after the other like that... but there was a strange energy in the air. Something was different this time, and Cassie could feel it. They seemed more jovial than normal... excited about something that went beyond casually tormenting her for fun like they always did.
"Let us take a picture, and you get your phone back!" said Zeedin, holding her personal device up above his head where she wasn't even remotely close to reaching, even as she attempted to jump up for it.
"Fine!" huffed Cassie sharply.
"Butchya gotta smile!" said Arlos standing directly behind her.
"Fiiiine!" she pouted, agitation clear in her voice.
Zeedin pulled out his own phone and pointed it down at Cassie. His smile wrinkling into a toothy sneer—something she'd only ever seen him do a couple times before while teasing her when she was in her pajamas. "Okay, smile! Ready?" he taunted her.
"Hurry up..." she snipped back.
Arlos inched closer from behind her. His eyes raising up to Zeedin's with a conniving grin.
Zeedin counted down. "Five... four... three... two..." Cassie put on a low-effort, fake smile through pursed lips, but before Zeedin even said 'one', Arlos reached around Cassie from behind faster than she'd ever realized a crocodile could and grabbed the bottom of her shirt in his fist, pulling it straight up past her neck and over her head, his left hand swooping around her other side and in toward her bosom, hooking two fingers into the center of her bra connecting the cups and yanking it straight down harsh and fast.
Cassie's breasts spilled free into open view before her mind could fully process what Arlos was doing... and then the phone's camera flash went off.
The room erupted into boyish hoots and hollers, mean-spirited whistles and cat calls tumbling over each other.
As she felt her bust fall out into the air, for the shortest fraction of a second, Cassie thought it was a mistake on their part, and their typical routine of harassing her had accidentally caused a wardrobe malfunction they hadn't intended... but the shock of realization that swiftly followed hit her like a truck. Her stepbrothers had just deliberately pulled out her bare breasts for all of them to ogle, with their peals of rude howling and rowdy laughter confirming it in the most horrible of ways.
"STOP IT!" Cassie screamed louder than she ever had with them before, but not a single one of them was deterred.
She tried to grab at her own shirt and pull it back down her head so she could see again, but Arlos bit down on the rumple of fabric, capturing her shirt in his powerful jaws and keeping it up over her eyes. He placed both his hands over her bare breasts, squeezing them aggressively as he growled in delight, mashing them together in his large, scalie palms while Zeedin leaned in closer, another flash coming from his phone as he aimed it directly at her newly naked chest, snapping close-ups of his brother roving his hands all over the white fuzz of Cassie's beautiful mounds.
This was entirely too far! This was leaps and bounds beyond anything they'd ever even joked about doing to her at their absolute meanest. Was this really what they thought a prank was?
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!! STOOOOP!!!" shrieked Cassie in absolute terror, feeling Arlos' strong hands kneading her tits like stiff bread dough, applying far more force in his squeezing fingers than was necessary, his digits sinking into the pliable flesh of each breast as he squished them in his hands out of sync. Left, then right, then left, then right. Another flash. The sound of boys laughing over each other closed in on her. Her bra was unhooked and fell to the floor, and her shirt was pulled all the way off. All she could see was their leering, long-snouted faces in every direction, far closer than they had been just moments before. Multiple sets of hands descended upon her, touching her and groping her and feeling her up anywhere and everywhere they could. Hands stroked along her arms, palms gliding down her thighs to her ankles. Someone wedged their fingers between her thighs and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. Another someone's finger and thumb pinched down on her right nipple, then pulled it outward until it stung before releasing and letting her breast jiggle back into place. Another flash.
Cassie thrashed in desperation, shrieking incoherently with her long golden hair whipping back and forth, trying to get their hands off of her to traumatizingly little effect. Their invasive gropes suddenly turned to tight grapples, clenching down on her limbs, waist and shoulders. They lifted her up off her feet and carried her topless form—kicking and screaming—toward the basement door, laughing maniacally among themselves as they brought her to the steps and continuing to grope her even as they went down the flight of stairs.
Cassie shifted her weight onto her other side as she sat at her desk, softly biting the inside of her cheek and staring out into an invisible nothingness in front of her.
She hated that fucking basement now. Granted, it had been unfinished for as long as she could remember, and only had the work done thanks to her stepfather's money, but she still had some fun memories of hide-and-seek with friends down there from when she was little. Now, though, that whole below-ground floor of the house had been swiftly completed, packed full of silly luxuries, and entirely repurposed into a 'Croc Den' for her stepbrothers right after they'd moved in.
The house only had two bedrooms: Cassie's, and her mother's. The basement had been an obvious pick to refurbish into a giant shared space where all seven of Cassie's crocodile stepbrothers slept, ate, played games, watched tv, and—of course—plotted their next scheme to harass their stepsister.
It smelled like 'boy' down there. That was the only way Cassie could describe it. Not boy's body odor, just... the scent of male. They were crocodiles, after all. They lounged in bodies of water daily. Her stepdad had set his sons up with the most elaborate indoor hot tub system money could buy according to the square footage of the basement's available space. A huge tub ran all along the full length of the back wall from corner to corner. It even had water jets, color-adjustable submerged lights, and a wall-mounted widescreen tv with a waterproof remote control.
Cassie had wanted to use it several times in the past, but knowing it was guarded by her stepbrothers twenty-four-seven combined with the fact she was already plenty adverse to being around them any longer than necessary had always spooked her off of the prospect of treading down there in a swimsuit, knowing with absolute certainty that the last thing they'd do is leave her alone to enjoy their hot water. Plus, the smell of the basement made her uncomfortable... tingly, almost. She couldn't put her finger right on it, but that sort of musk that permeated the walls, floor and ceiling told her nose far too... intimately whose environment she was walking into, and it most certainly wasn't hers. Nothing like her pink and white bedroom that she always kept smelling nice and flowery.
Though, by the time she was let out of that basement, it definitely smelled quite a bit different.
It was so grossly ironic, too. She'd wanted to try that incredible hot tub time and time again, always talking herself out of it. Cassie never imagined she'd be dragged down to that basement against her will like a piece of prized meat being transported by a pack of handsy, smiling beasts, bringing her closer and closer to an experience that would end up being the farthest possible thing from the tranquil relaxation she'd initially sought out of those rich, steamy waters.
Cassie's stepbrothers carried her to the center of the room and started eagerly stripping her down, her socks pulled off and pink scrunchy bun taken out of her hair. Trekan trapped her torso in his arms from behind while Javel gripped the waistline of her shorts and stepped backward, dragging them not down but out toward himself, the maneuver pulling her legs up and straight out horizontally before her pants passed beyond her ankles and came all the way off, letting her feet fall free and back down. They even pulled off her friendship bracelet she always wore, leaving her in nothing but her panties before they forced her into the hot tub with them.
"P-pl-hease stoooop! I'll tell my mom! I'LL TELL YOUR DAAAD! Staa-haawp!" cried Cassie in wailing despair, tears in her eyes and a quiver in her throat. But it did nothing. They all just ignored her, acting like she hadn't even said anything at all—like she wasn't screaming in distress. They were just laughing to themselves, talking about how she had "perfect titties" or a "cute ass" like she wasn't even in the room with them to hear it, coordinating with each other to keep her restrained as they entered the water with her squirming body in their collective grasp.
She was sat in Bate's lap facing forward, the back of her shoulders pressed into his pecs, her frail arms clamped under his muscly ones, keeping them locked at her sides as he reached around and fondled her breasts to entertain himself, giving her a tender "Shhhhh," from over her shoulder as she sobbed on top of him, looking down her front and watching him roll her tits apart and together in his hands with soft and loving motions. Arlos and Zeedin held each of her legs open from either side as Mallick—the youngest at age twenty—waded deftly through the water from across the tub, phone already in hand and pointed her way. He positioned himself right up in front of her presented nethers, her underwear completely soaked from the submersion in the hot tub and molding around the contours of her pussy, showing an extremely pronounced camel toe front and center.
Mallick smirked deviously, his phone aimed right at her crotch. He hooked a pinky finger behind the gusset of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her bared vulva. His thumb and pointer finger nestled themselves over the lips of her flower and parted them open, showing the most forbidden of pinks inside. A soft rumble of satisfaction vibrated from his throat, his eyes laser-focused on her privy interior.
Trekan approached from Mallick's right side and leaned in to peer at the screen's view, smiling to himself as he took in what it was capturing. He raised two fingers to Mallick's phone and dragged them in opposite directions across the screen, his smile broadening as he did.
That's when Cassie spotted the blinking light. Mallick wasn't readying to take pictures like Zeedin... he was currently recording video! And Trekan was zooming the focus in to make sure he got the perfect shot. They were spreading her pussy and recording what it looked like inside! Cassie went flush, hopelessly mortified at the revelation.
She whined and wriggled in their grasp. "Mmmmnnnnnooooooo! Please don't! Pleaaaaase!"
"Shhhh, shh shh shh," cooed Bate into her ear from behind, "Don't worry, Cass. Just be a good girl," he whispered sweetly, huddling her up into his arms and pressing her tits tightly together, holding them there as he spoke.
This was by far the nicest Bate had ever treated her since these swamp thugs had set up shop in her life, and he was the only one that was at least acknowledging her distress. The others paid it no mind, keeping all their focus on assaulting her body like it wasn't even a part of her—like her naked flesh was a shared toy they'd all just unwrapped.
They brought her legs together, pointed her feet up to the ceiling, and pulled her panties all the way off, the phone capturing the resulting pout of her pussy peeking out between her shut and raised thighs as the undergarments came free from her high feet and were tossed away.
Cassie's lower half was settled back down and allowed to sink under the water, leaving her now completely nude and surrounded by seven horny crocodile boys all ready to violate her six ways to Sunday and back, some of them in soggy t-shirts, others shirtless in swim trunks.
Mallick handed his still-recording phone to Trekan at his right, then started lowering himself deeper into the hot tub, looking up at Cassie from between her parted knees with a disturbingly sultry gaze as his shoulders sank down below the water level, then his neck, then his snout, eyeing her mischievously the whole time as he sunk down and dipped beneath the surface exactly like a prowling crocodile would.
Cassie watched Mallick's elongated head vanish into the water with wide, apprehensive eyes, tracking the shape of his head as it became wavy and blurry under the ripples. Her breathing came heavier, her breasts rising and falling with the heaves of her chest—much to Bate's gropey delight. The dread and tension rapidly built up in her as to why a naturally aquatic predator would be leveling his massive jaws with the most delicate and sensitive place on her body while underwater. She couldn't even tell how close he actually was to her groin from the refraction, all she could tell was that he was most definitely aiming for it. Cassie was overwhelmed by the sheer sense of vulnerability that rushed through her as she eyed that distorted crocodile snout below the water drifting closer and closer to her intimates.
She felt Mallick's snout playfully nudging at her inner thigh, triggering her to yelp in response and promptly shut her legs. He gripped her clenching knees beneath the water's surface and easily pushed them back open, pressing his snout further inward until the tip of his nose smooshed up against her clitoral hood, pursing his lips into a point at the front of his long muzzle and wrapping them over the folds of her pussy, kissing and nibbling and suckling on the defenseless pink petals between her submerged thighs.
Cassie jumped in Bate's grasp, her tits briefly jiggling out of his big hands as she jolted upward. "Plll-euuaa-heaa-zze!" she whimpered.
Bate held her tighter, stiffening his embrace like he was a lover holding her close. His right hand tweaked her nipple while his left cupped the other mound and roved his palm up, over, around, and back down under the breastflesh in his grasp. "Is he kissing your cunt down there? ... Mmm?" purred Bate, speaking in a deceptively kind tone. "Don't worry, Cassie," he whispered to the petrified fox girl in his lap, mashing both his hands down into her tits with splayed-apart fingers, indenting his digits into the supple flesh of each. "We're gonna take such goooood care of you while mom is away," he growled wickedly, sending a shiver up Cassie's spine, Mallick still ravenously smooching her bare vulva under the water all the while.
Trekan framed Cassie's upper half on the phone screen, capturing all of her from the waist up as Bate sweetly molested her bosom in full view. Trekan grinned like some vicious, long-faced goblin as he held the phone, watching what it was capturing on the small screen, keeping Cassie's face in the shot as it winced and contorted in reaction to being simultaneously eaten out under the water and felt up above it, the helpless teen trying half-heartedly to squirm or wriggle out of her position to no avail.
Javel stood idly across from Trekan on Mallick's other side, facing the action and watching it all unfold. He pulled his trunks down into the water and stepped out of them, letting free a raging navy-blue cock matching his secondary scale color that ran along his frontside from chin to tail.
He began casually pleasuring himself, stroking his mast in his hand as he looked Cassie up and down, watching her being held down completely nude on top of Bate and getting helplessly ravished while sporting that big, toothy, crocodile smile.
Cassie's eyes immediately shot over to her right and locked onto Javel's cock as it sprang out into the open, letting out a small gasp that barely blended in with her already uneasy breaths as she took in the sight of what he was doing.
How could he just... get naked like that? Like it was no big deal? She could see him! All of him! Didn't he care his stepsister could see his big, hard, gross, reptilian-
Her squirming lessened, her eyes transfixed on Javel's cock as he rubbed it up and down in his grasp. Bate had his hands flat under her tits and was bobbing them insultingly up and down, making them jiggle and dance for the camera. Mallick was using his tongue under the water, pressing it over her folds, teasingly tracing the shape of her hole, then prodding inward... but she still couldn't look away from Javel. Her eyes darted back and forth between up at his leering, hungry face and back down to his lewd, shameless, masturbatory motions, stroking himself like he'd done it a thousand times before and it didn't matter that a girl was looking.
Cassie had never seen a cock in real life before. It was always in a book, or a sex ed presentation, or on a computer screen at home when her friends sent her something naughty as a joke. But this was different. This one was real, and right there in the room with her. It was big... in a scary way. She'd known how the 'functions' of everything worked for a long time, but... seeing an actual boy's big, meaty, turgid breeding spire in person suddenly raised the most obvious question: were those things really meant to fit inside her?
Her stepbrothers were obviously all bigger than she was, and always made that very clear whenever their bullying got physical... but seeing that hardened boymeat with a scalie hand running leisurely along it somehow put that sense of bigness on a whole other level. She was staring at an actual cock! And it was staring right back at her! A guy's real-life 'thing' in the flesh—so much flesh, even—thick and girthy from its fully erect state just sitting right there out in the open not even four feet away from her, the head of it jutting out proud and somehow arrogant, the skin behind the head being actively rolled back and forth in the curl of Javel's fingers as his grip shifted up and down its length. The dark blue leathery scrotum hanging just below at his shaft's base made her feel especially dirty for even looking at, but she couldn't help it. Couldn't help that she'd secretly wanted to see real-life boy parts for a long time. Couldn't help that it was hijacking her brain and making her think nasty things. Couldn't help the strange, magnetic draw of how taboo it was to see the stiff cock of someone she lived with—especially someone older than her. But above all, she just couldn't help the tightly wound knot of bliss in her lower belly that was seconds away from snapping as Mallick pressed his tongue halfway up her pussy under the water and began writhing it around in circles.
Bate kept her comfortable in his lap and brought his hands up to the sides of her face, his fingers curling down and under her jawline. He pulled her head straight up toward the ceiling to look at him upside down, then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He immediately slipped his tongue inside, dwarfing the size of her own and promptly feeding as much of his tongue past her teeth as he could, filling up the space in her mouth and bulging out her left cheek. A pitiful, muffled "Mmmhhff-ghhkk!" was her only response.
Dean and Zeedin spotted their opening, crouching down into the water and moving in from her left and right, both of them lunging their snouts down and forward, capturing each of her nipples in their mouths and sucking on both her tits at once, a hand from each of them cupping the respective breastflesh, squishing and kneading it as their mouths kept at work.
Four crocodile mouths at once was more than enough to send Cassie over the edge, her eyes rolling up into her head as she exploded into the first of many mind-numbing orgasms down in that infamous basement. Her thighs shook violently under the water, releasing a strung-together gasp broken up into rapid little inhales by the pleasure-quake coursing through her, an other-worldly shriek echoing out of her chords and thoroughly muffled by the crocodile tongue lodged into the top of her throat.
There was just nothing she could do... how had it come to this?
Cassie's eyes drifted up to the classroom's clock above the whiteboard, dully watching the second hand tick away.
That first time her stepbrothers had made her cum, she remembered so clearly how dirty and defeated she'd felt for failing; for letting them whiteout her brain with euphoria and then pompously laughing at her for it... but thinking back to the details from afar, she was stupidly outsized, outmuscled, and outnumbered. It would only ever have ended that way once it got going, which only made her feel a tiny modicum better.
She uncrossed her legs from under her desk, then crossed them the other way, trying to stifle an all-too-familiar tension inside her as she thought back to the day her world officially turned upside down, her mind running through all those unimaginably explicit details in what was now a near-automatic routine for her during her more boring school periods.
She thought about what they did to her. Thought about how it made her feel. Compared it to how much more they'd end up doing after that first night... and inevitably found herself wondering if there was anything she could've done differently that would have stopped it from snowballing into what was now her day-to-day life.
Each and every time she got home now, at least one of them was in her pants before dinner, often forcing her to eat on the couch in front of the tv while one of them knelt down at the foot of the sofa and ate her at the same time.
Sometimes one of them would walk up to her and kiss her on the lips rude and gross and sloppy, making lecherous, exaggerated mouth noises as a means to flaunt that she couldn't do anything about it, usually ending the kiss with a big, nasty, full-tongue lick up along her face, coating her pretty bangs in boy saliva.
Other times they would come up and just begin silently stripping her, not saying a thing and not taking no for an answer, just pulling her clothes off like it was a well-established habit that needed no words. Then they'd put her in a pose like she was a life-size Barbie doll and take a picture of her like that with her own phone, setting it as her lock screen background and not letting her change it for the whole week. Cassie still quietly changed it back to something normal at the start of every school day, though, then set it back to what they wanted before getting home. She just couldn't take the risk of a grumpy teacher or a prankster classmate taking her phone, turning on the screen, and immediately feasting their eyes upon the still image of Cassie herself doing one of her cheer team's signature warm-up stretches while stark naked and perfectly flashing her teen pussy to the camera, or a waist-up shot of her propping her own bare tits up with the wrists of her crossed arms while looking sullenly out of frame.
Every single day now, whenever she walked by one of them, her heart consistently skipped a beat wondering if the crocodile boy she was trying to slink past would suddenly push her up against the wall, yank her pants and panties down, grab ahold of her ass cheeks with way too much force and pull them apart to stare at her naked holes, making visible finger marks on each of her buttocks from the powerful grip.
After the first four times that exact thing had happened, she caught on pretty quick that it was yet another of their awful games, and her role was to stand there in the hallway with her ass held open until she'd put her palms flat to the wall in front of her, look over her shoulder and speak the words "Thank you, sir" while an older boy pried her butt apart and took in the most obscene eyeful. If she didn't say it, she could expect the encounter to turn into a series of horribly loud, stinging spanks combined with verbal orders to "Say thank you, slut!" between each slap swinging down on her tender behind. The blows to her bottom were always more than strong enough to make her yelp and cry, and that always lured more of her stepbrothers to investigate—and, of course, join in—which was the last thing she wanted. The sooner she caved and said the magic words, the sooner she'd be allowed to walk away... though, not always with her pants still on her body. Often they'd keep those as a souvenir, making her spend the rest of the day in her underwear no matter where she went in the house, and punishing her vigorously if she was dumb enough to put on a new pair without permission.
Those were just weekdays, though. Every Friday night without fail, they all pounced her like a pack of horny animals executing a thoroughly premeditated attack, sometimes ripping her clothes in the process, and only leaving her alone after the last of them had finally fallen asleep, letting her creep away to clean herself up in peace—assuming it was one of the better Fridays where she hadn't totally passed out before they were even done with her. Those sorts of Fridays would have her waking up in the middle of the night covered in cum and surrounded by napping, nude lizards, having to carefully sneak out of the circle their sleeping bodies had formed around her to get away and wash up before morning. If she was too loud, or tripped over one of them on her wobbly legs, they'd all wake up, pull her back into the swarm of their big, scalie bodies, and the whole thing would start again until the sun came up.
The start of any weekend was always fresh hell for Cassie. She was probably the only girl in school that hated Saturday mornings with all her heart, mostly because she'd wake up feeling sore, or soggy, or stretched, or all of the above. That, and also because she'd rarely have more than four hours of the day to herself before one of them would come and do something to her; like she was some sort of toy any one of them could just grab and ruin whenever they wanted.
It would go on like that for the whole weekend, sometimes even a day longer. On more than one Monday morning occasion, her stepbrothers had called in sick for Cassie, meanwhile, her lithe, naked teen body was being passed around by chuckling brutes and ruthlessly pounded into with a hand clamped over her muzzle or a crocodile cock stuffed into the back of her mouth just one floor lower, keeping her wails and moans muffled and quiet so they wouldn't be heard on the phone call happening right upstairs. Zeedin's voice always spoke so calm and professional to her school administration as he made up a lie to excuse her absence, meanwhile she was simultaneously being brutally, heinously gangraped right under his feet during every single word he spoke casually into the phone.
That first Friday, though... that was the very first time she'd experienced those weekend-exclusive, multi-layered, multi-stage, multi-hour assaults as they all swarmed her with what seemed like pre-determined roles that each of them employed, overwhelming her struggles and putting her body through a brain-sizzling hysteria of endless sensations. She wished she could just wipe all those gruesomely explicit memories from her head. They always sat in the back of her mind when she was in class. Was there any point down in that reptilian mancave basement where she could've actually gotten away? Any point where she could have stopped it from going further before they got all those damn pictures and videos and close-ups and-
Cassie swallowed, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs again.
It wouldn't even have mattered. Even if they hadn't documented her assault so unbelievably thoroughly, she was always too shy to fight back directly—even today when she got back home from school, she knew she'd wither right back down into their obedient, petrified little plaything like always.
Everything that happened down in that basement on that first Friday would've happened even if not a single picture had been taken. She always froze up during any kind of confrontation; she was just too damn shy... and her stepbrothers knew it full well.