A Girl from a Free Use World wakes up on a regular world. What do? (Patreon)

Carol Miles was a simple girl. She woke up, she brushed her teeth, she sucked her stepfather's cock, brushed her teeth again, greeted her mom as she was getting railed by the same man, and then left for school.

At school, she just underwent the boring daily tasks, finding herself spending more time doing nothing than actually learning, and even more time than that she spent bent over her desk, or with her hands against the wall, or spitroasted between the boys, or held back for orientation by the teachers, especially the Gymnastics Coach, who was very insistent she practice her stretches every day.

It was a simple life, but she didn't need an exciting life full of surprises and interesting times.

As she walked home from school, the ten minute walk not meriting her using a bus, she was interrupted by one of the shopkeepers, who had a bit of an issue in his hands. She spent a good half hour in his store, ensuring she dealt with the issue in its entirety, and he even allowed her to use his facilities afterwards. A nice guy, even if he didn't need to be.

After all... it was just how it was, wasn't it? It's not like she was gonna deny him what he wanted, what he deserved. Especially considering she was one of the few girls who didn't stay at the dorms, because of how close her family's house was to the campus.

With no extracurriculars on a lazy thursday afternoon, and no practice with her team, she decided to just turn in early, maybe she could even make sure that her stepfather was satisfied so her mom could dedicate herself to cooking, or take over the kitchen.

It was just how it was. She didn't know why, and truth be told, she didn't really care, as it was all she had ever known, All she understood.

Dinner was usually a subdued affair, even if either her or her mother would spend it sitting on her stepfather's lap, but it seemed that he was celebrating something that happened at his job with a few work friends, and they arrived at her home.

Carol hadn't been able to eat her mother's casserole, but that was okay. She spent the entirety of the night bent over the table, as her stepfather's six work friends traded places, one always taking her from behind, one always providing her another heaping helping of semen for her to drink.

Their stiff, big and veiny cocks had made her feel very good, the warmth of their semen bathing her innermost parts, and despite the lack of dinner, she would go to bed, after a shower, feeling full, almost stuffed, even if her butt and vagina were quite sore.

As she tried to sleep, despite the feeling of sloshing semen in her womb, in her intestines, and in her stomach, and her sore throat, her sore butthole and her sore vagina, she thought only for a moment, what it would be like, if the world wasn't the way it was. If the Free Use doctrine, put into place at the dawn of mankind and refined and developed to the way it was in modernity, had never been put in place.

She wondered, what a world where sex was a taboo, intimate affair, might be like...

As her eyes closed, she could only help but dream...

Carol woke up, like always. She yawned, stretched her arms and adjusted her pajama shirt. It was fitting a bit weird, feeling a bit tight around her chest. Must've rode up in the night. She undid the top few buttons. Had she worn a bra to sleep? She didn't remember. Usually she didn't, but some men liked to rip her underwear off of her so she sometimes wore it.

She did her hardest to get the sleep out of her eyes and her limbs, but it wasn't working. It was okay, she hadn't had her morning drink yet. She found her slippers, put her feet in them, and walked her way to the bathroom. A bathroom which, unfortunately, wasn't empty.

Much like most mornings, she found her stepfather in the bathroom. Unusually, he was there before her, brushing his teeth. Usually he did this while she was servicing him. 

Feeling like it only made sense, she decided that if she'd woken up late, she would just have to skip a step in her usual ritual.

"Mrn'", the man called, turning to her momentarily, smiling past the foam and the toothbrush, before returning to facing the mirror.

"G'morning," Carol said, before she walked up to him, dropped to her knees, and fished his cock out of his pajama pants, only for something unusual, nay, positively shocking to happen.

As she grasped his flaccid cock, he actually recoiled, stepping back. "C-Carol, what the hell are you doing!?" he cried, voice low, almost hissing out the words.

Carol, still on her knees, tilted her head to the side, dark brown hair falling over her slim shoulder. She puffed out her chest. Maybe he wanted a titjob instead? She undid the last button that was making her pajama shirt cover her bra clad breasts and made them bounce with a shoulder movement. 

She focused her green eyes on her stepfather and smiled at him.

"Carol!?" he repeated, as if demanding an answer. "What the hell is this all about, I love your mother," he hissed. "I don't know if you're trying to set me a trap or something, but-"

She was confused. "What do you mean? This is just normal," she said.

"I don't think there's anything normal about grabbing your stepfather's cock while he's brushing his teeth!" he said. "Are you sleepwalking or something!?"

Carol yawned. Well... she was very sleepy. Could it be that she was making a mistake? She supposed there was... yeah, now that she thought about it, she had initiated the interaction. She never did before. Maybe she was supposed to just offer herself and let him have her?

Had she screwed up?

"I'm sorry, I might be," Carol apologized. "I think I need to wash my face."

Her stepfather seemed to calm. "I see, that's how it was," he said, "look, I won't tell your mother anything, if you don't," he said.

Yeah. Carol was happy with that. she figured that it was better if her mother didn't have to worry about her daughter just casually forgetting that she was supposed to receive, not actively take, sex from men. Or anyone else, really. Carol had a reputation to keep after all!

Yawning once more, Carol watched her stepfather finish brushing his teeth, and proceeded to brush her own. That morning, as she sat down for breakfast, strangely, her stepfather and mother weren't having sex in the kitchen while she cooked. It was almost every day, too, that they did this, with the only time they didn't, it was usually because Carol woke up early and took over breakfast duties, so the one wearing only an apron and getting railed from behind was her.

Maybe this tied into why her stepfather didn't want to have sex with her? Maybe the party had continued much longer on after she went to sleep. The men had sent her off telling her that she had to sleep if she was gonna make it to classes today, for all she knew they kept fucking her mother until just a couple minutes before she woke up. If stepfather had been with them, she imagined he probably was pretty satisfied still.

Nodding at this discovery, Carol merely decided to enjoy her breakfast. 

"How are your classes going dear?" her mother asked.

It was nice to converse sometimes, too. Usually it was pretty hard since one of them would be bouncing on her stepfather's lap and the other would be servicing his balls under the table. 

"Pretty well. As well as it can, considering the circumstances," Carol said, sighing. The professors tended to get distracted. To this day she still didnt' know why her and her fellow gymnastics and cheerleading team members, lots of overlap there, had been made to sit at the front in every class, but the professors almost always wound up asking them to spend the class beneath their desks, or bent over and taking it.

Made it a bit harder to learn, sometimes. Just a bit.

"I'm glad to hear that," her mother said, sighing. "With all the things that have been happening around campus lately, I've been pretty worried. I'm glad you live here with us, and not out there in the dorms."

She was glad too. It was so much better on her pockets, and considering the horror stories she heard about life in the dorm - some girls almost never got to sleep, and their dorm room doors sometimes were supposedly changed into revolving doors if not outright removed, because it was just a constant influx of men.

Sometimes she thought of that sort of life excitedly, but she wanted to some day get a career, find a husband and raise a family together, and it was definitely easier to do so when you actually had time to do your homework.

"Well, I've not really had problems," Carol finally said.

Her stepfather coughed, but said nothing.

Finishing up with breakfast, Carol thought of kissing her stepfather goodbye as she usually did, but she was entirely too late, and the man had retreated to the garage early. A shame, but no matter. She told her mother to say goodbye to her stepfather for her, and left to get schooled.

Unfortunately, her first class was in a building fairly far away from the entrance, and she had to cross most of the campus to get to it.

As she walked there, it seemed like a group of boys from a fraternity found their way to the paths that guided students through the campus, from building to building. They numbered six, and they seemed to still be drunk, their revelry and partying evident. She didn't know why, but it seemed they were celebrating one of the boys she recognized from the football team. 

"Yoo, ain't that Miles?" one of the boys shouted.

They all laughed. "Miles o'Cock?" 

"No stupid, the hot one!" 

Well, being told she was physically attractive was nice. Carol was not a bodacious beauty, didn't have the big breasted blonde bimbo looks of her mother, but she was proud of her Ds and the butt she worked on through her gymnastics and cheerleading exercises. 

"Oi, Miles, Carol right?" one of the boys said, as they approached her, giving her a salacious grin, swaying only slightly as he walked.

"Yeah, that's me. What's up?" she asked.

The boys laughed, clearly all drunken and stupid. "We were having a party, and we're missing the entertainment," he said, burping as he spoke, "so why don't you come along, and serve as our entertainment?"

Well, that was just logical, wasn't it? "Yeah, sure. You wanna do it here? Or should we go to your dorm?" she asked.

Some boys got particular about having sex out in public. Girls never did, and Carol had been bent over many a public surface and fucked for all to see, but while older men tended to be more confident, boys sometimes wanted somewhere private for their romps.

"Shit, really, you mean it?" one of the boys asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" Carol asked, frowning. Why would a woman ever reject a man when they wanted sex? Man, the boys must be even drunker than she thought.

"Yeah, why  wouldn't she want to go with us," one of the other boys agreed. "Let's go to the dorm, go go go!"

She smiled and allowed herself to be dragged to the boys' dorm, which wasn't too far. They went into one of their rooms with her in tow, and she undressed quickly. She wore easily taken off clothes, so it was easy for her to get naked, surrounded by six boys. 

She'd recently had a similar orgy, but it seemed these boys were nervous. Maybe they lived in places without many girls, so they didn't get their dicks wet often?

She dropped to her knees in the middle, and licked her lips. "Come on, don't be afraid, come at me!" she called.

One of the boys, she didn't know who was who, approached her first, and she took his flaccid cock in hand, stroking it a little and taking him into her mouth. He got hard fairly quickly, despite the alcohol, and she began to give him a good and proper blowjob, ignoring the taste of his unwashed dick. He wasn't the first, wouldn't be the last, and she honestly didn't mind it.

As she bobbed her head, she realized his cock was a bit smaller than she was used to, which made it easier to suck if nothing else, and she played with his balls while bobbing her head and making sure to moan and swallow and make as much dirty, filthy, disgusting noise as she could. Boys loved to hear her choking, gagging, sputtering and swallowing around their cocks, and these were no different.

A second and third approached, and she began servicing them with her hands, their already hard cocks throbbing under her hands. They, too, seemed on the smaller end, but she paid it no mind, instead just enjoying the fact that they seemed to react so positively to her.

You'd almost think they'd never been involved in such a situation, with how much they were hollering and laughing and talking about how good she was pleasuring them.

Their words washed off of her, as it often did, honestly it all became a blur of sex and pleasure. The first boy came quickly, a rather small amount of cum that she swallowed easily, and he pulled back, already growing flaccid. She almost whined, but if they came out of a party, they might've had to use their dicks a lot already.

Before they could complain, she got on the bed, and began shaking her ass, inviting the rest to pleasure themselves on her, which they did with gusto. Some almost ripping their clothes off in their haste to get naked. She found herself once more surrounded on all sides, as one of the twin beds of the room began to groan and protest and complain about the weight put upon it, forcing them to take it to the floor instead.

Fortunately one of the boys laid down to be her mattress, and she rewarded him by giving him the best ride she could, while another seemed curious about her ass - she wondered why he was so hesitant, so she pried open her asscheeks and showing him her butthole, which he ultimately penetrated, groaning, calling her a slut for having a ready ass for penetration.

Why wouldn't she? Every girl's ass was made primarily for receiving dicks!

One on her ass, one on her pussy, one playing with her tits, one on each hand, and one she was servicing with her mouth, most of them trading positions as their sexual stamina flagged or recovered, again and again. Their cumshots were small and getting smaller, but cum was cum and she was simply performing her duty, as a woman, as a person.

At least, all the way until two men dressed in the campus security uniforms busted the door down. "Get away from her!" one of them screamed, wielding a can of something. Spraypaint?

The boys screamed, shouted, panic ensued, and through all of this, Carol was left wondering what the hell was going on... something she wouldn't understand until the security officer crouched down next to her.

"Shh, sweetie, you're okay, you're safe now, I promise, they're-"

"But... but I was safe?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

There was a horrified moment of realization. "Y-You mean, you weren't here against your will?"

"No? Why would I be?" she asked. 

The boys that had been fucking her not moments before all indicated that they'd literally just asked.

Carol was confused, so very very confused. What sort of security was this? They should be chasing down girls who refused to have sex, not the girls who did their civic duty and used their bodies for pleasure!

Ugh, today was just the most confusing day EVER!