Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.

Note: the next few chapters will detail family life outside the website, setting up the next part of their adventure. I'm also compiling some video "shorts" for later chapters. In the meantime, you can comment on chapters regularly now.

Pandora's Box

By LolaPresents

Chapter 16

Lucy woke that morning feeling melancholy, as if waking would erase the most beautiful dream she'd ever had. It took a moment, but she realized she wasn't in her room after yawning. And then everything came back to her. What happened wasn't a dream at all. Her family had abducted her from her bed, chained her mid-air, then proceeded to brutally rape her ass with a toilet brush before Lincoln fucked her in front of everyone.

Closing her eyes, Lucy smiled and snuggled against her owner, barely fitting between his chin and legs. While the young goth didn't fully remember all the details or how she got into Lincoln's bed that night, it was okay. One thing she did recall was her slutty mother telling her she might be drowsy because of Lisa's medicine she ate during dinner. At the moment, the most important thing was not disturbing her owner.

As Lucy lay there, Lincoln's rock-hard, lengthy cock nestled in her ass to the hilt, she wondered what it was like being eternally horny as her siblings were. However, she hadn't taken any of the medicine they had. And that's when the indescribable combination of pleasure and pain tore through her body. Her old medication was wearing off, and Lucy felt everything, creaming herself as her eyes glazed over.

"Nnng..." moaned Lincoln as he lifted his free arm and involuntarily stretched, gracing Lucy with a pop of his shoulder. "Good morning, Lucy," he purred quietly, resting his arm around his sister. "Some night, huh?"

"It was amazing, Master," Lucy hummed, delighted beyond compare, pushing her bare back into his chest and feeling every drop of cum pulse from his dick into her intestines. "I'm happy you chose me."

"You're..." gasped Lincoln, unsure what to think of her. "You're serious about this slave stuff, huh?" he inquired cautiously.

Lucy turned her torso and head, her long bangs falling to one side, and stared at him intently with a single unblinking eye. "I am," she told him sternly. "And I hope you are too because, like it or not, I'm you're responsibility now."

"Well," chirped Lincoln, feeling a particular morning urge. "Right now, I need you to get up. This isn't all just horniness," he said, nodding toward their union. "It's partly morning wood. I have to pee. But I can only do that after I cum."

Giddily, Lucy threw the covers back and slid off the bed, pulling Lincoln's cock free with an intensely wet and sticky noise, ending with a solid pop as it broke free of the dried mess from the night before. "I'm ready to serve," she announced.

Lincoln followed suit and scooted to the edge of the bed, where he sat upright and stared at his little slave. He smiled and nodded, holding his sloppy, soiled rod out for her. "Go ahead," he said. "I hope you like the taste of cum, shit, and blood."

Without answering, Lucy closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and slid Lincoln's manhood into her mouth, her warm, wet tongue doing things to it she'd only thought about in dreams. "Mmmm," she hummed, unable to speak as she bobbed back and forth on Lincoln. "Wub id," she tried saying, her words highly muffled.

Just then, the door opened, and Lola pranced in, her belly even more distended. "Hi, guys!" she chirped. "Enjoy your honeymoon?" she asked, sitting on the bed beside Lincoln and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Fuck, yeah," moaned Lincoln as he enjoyed Lucy's oral attention.

"Whatcha doing, anyway?" Lola questioned, somewhat disappointed. "You know I'm the family toilet now. You're supposed to use me for this."

"Oh, I'm not pissing," chuckled Lincoln, bumping Lola's head playfully with his. "Not yet, anyway. I have to come first. Otherwise, my pisser is blocked."

"Oh..." sighed Lola with great relief before turning her attention to Lucy. "You're doing it wrong, honey," she observed. "Want me to show you a better way?"

Slipping on Lincoln's dick, teasingly licking it before parting, she stared at her master. "I would, but..."

"No. It's okay," replied Lincoln. "Take a break. I think I know what she has in mind, and if you can replicate it, all the better."

"As you wish," acknowledged the small goth as she stood and moved to one side. "Show me," she asked of Lola, soiled saliva dripping from her wet, plump lips.

Surprisingly, Lola never left the bed. Instead, she waited for Lincoln to stand before rolling over with her head hanging over the edge to give Lincoln a straight shot into her throat. Then, opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to guide Lincoln's member inside her.

"Alright," muttered Lincoln, having done this many times over the past several days. "You know the drill. Tap my balls if you need to take a breath," he said before slamming himself past her uvula and down her gullet.

Rocking back and forth, Lincoln withdrew his rod into her mouth and back down her throat, and Lucy gasped at how easily she took it, her thin, fragile neck visibly expanding and contracting with every thrust. The medication Lisa concocted caused an early change in him, and his pecker was the size of a well-endowed, fully-grown man. And to her amazement, Lincoln wasn't taking it easy on Lola either.

Lincoln viciously fucked his little sister's throat for several minutes, fully expecting her to tap him any minute. However, she'd learned to take quick breaths through her nose when her esophagus was momentarily empty. Pleased with her abilities, Lincoln pounded his nuts against her pretty little face until he finally came, shooting seven thick strands of cum into her stomach before finally releasing his bladder into her.

"Holy shit..." groaned Lucy, leaking between her legs. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" she declared as Lincoln pulled away, and Lola sat upright, licking her lips.

"I guess I have a knack for it," Lola chirped, shrugging at her sister. "But it does take some practice."

"No..." sighed Lucy, pointing at her stomach. "I mean that! Is that all..."

"Yup!" declared Lola, proudly patting her fetid belly. "I just finished serving the last of the morning line," she announced, plopping onto the floor, followed by an audible sloshing sound from her stomach. "But right now, I'm going to Flips to charge my Jeep."

"Okay," chucked Lincoln, pulling the little princess of poop into his arms and kissing her filthy mouth. "But don't forget to clean up and get dressed first. Oh!" he added. "And take your taser, just in case."

"Yeah, yeah..." complained Lola as she danced from the room.

"What about you?" asked Lincoln of Lucy, who continued to stare dreamily at his wet cock. "Doing something special?"

"What?" gasped the stunned goth before regaining her focus. "Oh, no," she replied. "If you don't have any orders for me, I'll be in my room."

"Reading?" inquired Lincoln, genuinely curious.

"Heh, no..." grinned Lucy deviously. "Jilling off or digging in my ass for a snack. Or both..." she said, smiling coyly as she also exited.

Lincoln shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he watched two of his sisters walk down the hall, their cheeks alternating seductively as their legs switched places. Then, as Lola turned into her room and Lucy hers, Lincoln left his room as well, only to meet Luan, who'd stepped out of her room with a handheld movie camera.

"Good morning, hot stuff," she cooed, grinning like a lark. "Whatcha doing?"

"I don't know yet," replied Lincoln honestly. "I just woke up a throat fucked Lola while Lucy watched and diddled herself. "What about you?"

Holding her camera sideways and putting her free hand on her bare hip, Luan licked her lips before answering. "Actually..." she said. "You might want to see this," she told him. "Lynn wanted to stretch her ass to take a fist, and Lori agreed to help. I'm going to film it for later release as part of a series of candid short clips I want to add to the site."

"Sure, why not?" responded the horny young man, his manhood already back at full mast and dripping droplets of cum onto the carpet. "Maybe afterward, if you have time, I'll give you the old log up the pisser."

"Ooh!" exclaimed the excited teen. "I'm already thinking about it," she purred as they entered Lori's room together.

Lynn sat on the floor, leaning against Lori's bed with her legs propped up and spread. "This isn't going to hurt," she asked as Lori stooped and laid a baseball next to her exposed asshole before standing again and grabbing a metal bat.

"Yup!" chirped Lori with pride and glee. "But it's the fastest and hottest way," she said. "Once it's in, you'll have to push it out on your own. It won't be easy, but you'll be ready for a good fisting when you do!"

Lynn blinked and swallowed as she grabbed onto the mattress for reassurance while Luan went to her knees and began filming. "Are you sure about this, ThirdBase?" she asked like a reporter filming a witness to a crime scene. "After this, you'll be as loose as GrandCanyon is. You won't be able to retain shit."

"Oh, I don't care about that anymore," announced Lynn, smiling for the camera. "I have GlitterBitch for that now. I just wanna feel GoldenRod's fist as far inside me as possible."

"Alrighty, then," Luan chirped, briefly focusing the camera on Lori, looking up at her massive tits. "Any last advice for the victim?" she inquired, focusing on Lynn's messy crotch.

"Just close your eyes and keep your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth so you don't bite it," Lori instructed knowingly. "Now, on the count of three. One... two..."

*tink*

In that instant, the only thing Lynn felt was the cold metal of the bat against her bare ass. Not registering anything yet, it was clear the ball had disappeared. Then, the familiar satisfaction of being overly full set in, mixed with an intense but pleasurable pain, unlike anything she'd ever known. Groaning, she slapped both hands to her crotch, clamped her legs around them, and fell onto her side, moaning deeply.

Zooming in on Lynn's ass to show how red and inflamed it became, Lori and Lincoln leaned into the shot. Smiling with approval at the two-inch gap in her sister's sore anus, Lori grinned and stuck her finger through it, touching the surface of the baseball and spinning it within her. "Good job, ThirdBase," she praised, knowing they were on film. "What do you think, Rod?" she asked, looking at her brother.

"Hm..." sighed Lincoln, poking at the ball firmly lodged in his sister's rear. "Too easy," he said. "And not deep enough," he announced before grouping three fingers, inserting into the gaping hole, and shoving the ball further inside her. "There," he chirped, nodding. "That should do it," he declared as Lynn's anus closed completely.

"Augh!" she cried, writhing on the floor on her side. "It hurts so much," she wept. "But..." she added with difficulty. "It feels so fucking good! Like holding a whole month's worth inside. This is so much better!"

"Well," sighed Lori, slapping Lynn's ass as she went to her knees and stood. "Get up and into a squat. You have a long road ahead of you still."

With some difficulty, Lynn pulled herself up, her movement restricted by the ball's presence and the pain. "Ugh..." she muttered. "Oof..."

Finally, Luan lay the camera on the floor as close to Lynn's crack as possible and turned on the little light mounted on the front for better visibility. And, as Lynn grunted, her entire ass bulged as she tried to force the ball out. However, her anus parted only a little before it closed again, sucking the ball back inside.

"Good luck!" chirped Lori's before she left the room, beckoning Lincoln to follow. "This'll take a while. We can watch the video later. Let's go fuck."

And once Lincoln's eager legs passed in front of the camera, the room went silent, save for Lynn's mighty attempts at voiding her favorite ball.

Lola quickly arrived at Flip's Food and Fuel, parking her pink, battery-powered Jeep outside the establishment. After plugging it into the outlet according to the deal she had with the owner, Lola wandered into the store for a snack. The girl could've just as easily charged it at home but enjoyed getting out every once in a while if only to pretend to be fueling a real car. However, she looked somewhat different today.

With her new family lifestyle, Lola ditched her baggy pageant dress for a more trim and fitting bubblegum-pink sundress with a broad white belt around the midriff. She wore black patent leather shoes and lacy socks that folded down, though her tiara now lay on a shelf at home. With Lincoln's preference that she not wear makeup, especially during sex, where he'd lick her face often, she went all natural, her long, golden hair pinned up above both ears with plain bobby pins.

When the little sexpot walked into the store, Flip nearly had a heart attack, unable to find the words to greet her or the strength to tear his eyes away from her. It had been over a week since he'd seen her, and she seemed to have changed for the better. In his eyes, the little girl was glowing something fierce, and knowing the reason for her bulging belly exacerbated his condition. Beginning to sweat as his member stiffened, he watched as she perused the shelves.

Finally, Lola approached the counter and put a twenty-ounce bottle of Sprite and a bag of Salt and Vinegar chips on it. Smiling innocently, she placed a five-dollar bill beside them and waited for her change. "Good morning, Flip," Lola chirped enthusiastically. "Just filling the old girl up," she announced, nodding toward her Jeep.

"Yeah, um..." sighed the crotchety old owner as he fidgeted with the things for sale on his counter. "That'll be five-fifty," he informed her nervously.

"What?" griped the stunned girl. "This is all I have. Can't you spot me fifty cents? You know I'm good for it."

"Sorry there, princess," he muttered, a plan forming in his mind. "Inflation and all. You know how it is. Business is business."

"Yeah..." sighed Lola, who often gouged her siblings for money. "I do. Fine..." she murmured, grabbing her things and turning to place them where she found them. "I'll put them back."

"Well, now. Hold on a minute, there..." offered Flip, folding his arms and leaning against the counter. "Seems to me business also includes making deals."

Lola stopped in her tracks and faced Flip with a suspicious look. "What kind of deal?" she asked, cocking one brow and narrowing one eye.

"Tell you what, princess," he barked, raising both brows and moving his head oddly as he stared a hole through her. "You do me a favor, and I'll let you have your stuff for free."

"Hm. I don't know..." sighed the apprehensive girl since Flip wasn't known for fair deals. "What did you have in mind?"

"Perhaps it's better if I show you," he said, leaving the counter long enough to lock the front door, turn the Open sign to Closed, and turn off the light inside the store. "Follow me," he instructed, leading Lola to the back of the store, pulling aside the curtain that separated the lobby from the office. "Step inside."

Flip was acting strange, and Lola considered leaving, but her stomach begged for something real. "Fine," she hummed as she stepped inside the small office, ducking under the remaining curtain. What Lola saw almost frightened her. Aside from the small, dingy cot, the computer desk, and a small fridge, Flip had covered all four walls with images of her, ranging from when she'd started pageantry at age five to the present.

Slowly, Lola walked around the room, taking a closer look at the various pictures. Some were from her earliest days on the circuit, others from when she was six, and still more from her most recent events. Lola hadn't seen many of the pictures before, depicting her during swimsuit or talent portions, often wearing a tight leotard, showing intense cameltoes, front and back. Either her parents hadn't taken any like that, or they hadn't shown them to her.

Moving on, Lola browsed through the years, including shots of her acting debut in the Ace Savvy movie when she was six and onto that year's photos from the Little Miss Town Pride pageant. Finally, she gazed at the offering the last wall held and drew a sharp breath. Most of the images were enlargements of screenshots taken from her recent videos, blown up and zoomed in on her sexual assets.

Slowly, she turned a little and looked over her shoulder, putting two and two together. Lola now knew who the author was, and he apparently had a thing for her for much longer than her sultry debut on the internet, having put together what amounted to a shrine in her name.

"TooOldToCare?" she whispered breathlessly, overcome with awe and confusion.

"Yes, indeed," replied Flip, winking one eye while giving her a two-finger salute. "At your service."

"Look," Lola said carefully, turning to face the man. "This is all extremely flattering, but I'm not in love with you," she said, glancing sideways at the array of pictures.

"Aw, heck, girl," sighed the older man. "I never expected you to be. But, seeing as what you do for a living, I thought maybe..."

"I see," frowned Lola, staring at the floor. "Look, Flip. You're a nice guy under all that penny-pinching, but what we do is a family thing, so I don't know if..."

"Dang it," objected Flip, looking rejected and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I know I'm not much to look at," he told her. "But I haven't had sex since high school, especially after realizing I liked girls your age," the man explained. "I desperately need to get my dick wet," he added, pulling one hand free and rubbing his fingers through his hair.

Pressing her lips together, Lola studied the man. "May I leave now?" she asked, testing his resolve.

"Sure..." he sighed sadly, stepping aside. "You're free to go any time you want, princess."

That was all she needed to hear. Walking towards the door, she suddenly stopped and shut the curtain before latching onto the man's belt. "Call me GlitterBitch," she requested with a sly smile as she backed toward his cot.

Once Lola felt herself bump into the edge of the little bed, she stooped, grabbed the hem of her sundress, and quickly pulled it over her head, tossing it onto Flip's desk. Standing before the randy old geezer in nothing but her socks and shoes, Flip began fumbling with his buckle while Lola sat down and rolled back onto the cot, resting her head against a large photo of her own twat.

Smiling deviously with her pinky in her mouth, Lola watched the man struggle to get his pants down while ogling her body. Propping her legs up on the edge of the mattress, all she could do with her belly in the way, she reached one hand between her legs and spread her folds, revealing her well-used and overly stretched cunt.

Flip gawked and drooled at the little girl as she eagerly displayed herself for him. Her gaping pussy was like a beacon, calling him toward it, like a moth to a flame. But, as he stepped from his old brown britches, he noticed something else. A metal object resembling the base of a Ring-Pop had gotten firmly lodged in her ass.

"What's that?" the man asked as he knelt before Lola, leaning in and deeply sniffing her womanhood.

"That's my buttplug, silly man," Lola chimed, deviously grinning as she patted her belly. "I have to keep all this from coming out before later tonight," she reminded him. Then, seeming lost in thought, she offered, "Maybe I'll lay Lily in Mom's laundry basin and give her a special shower tonight. What do you think?"

"That'd be a right treat," he conceded before pressing his face between her legs, lapping wildly at Lola's dripping pussy, his mustache tickling her clit.

"Hahaha!" laughed Lola, nearly losing control of her bladder. "That tickles!"

"Deal with it, prin... uh... GlitterBitch," he said, correcting himself, briefly glancing at her. "I got a feeling you're gonna get tickled a lot."

Lola continued giggling, squirming like one of her twin's worms as Flip assaulted her orally. And, for several minutes, the filthy little slut felt an entirely new sensation, the love, and attention, of someone who truly cared about her despite not having the prior obligations of being family. But when Flip finally pulled away, licked his lips, and stood, Lola got a closer view of his schlong, and her eyes widened.

Though the man's dong was a bit shorter than Lincoln's, it was almost twice as girthy, and Lola swallowed with some difficulty. "Gosh, Flip," she blushed. "I'm not sure you can get that thing inside me. But..." she hesitated, grinning with lust. "It'll sure be fun trying!"

Laughing playfully, Flip lined himself up with Lola's blood-engorged hole and pushed. Sadly, he couldn't force himself him. Not without hurting her, at least. "I'm sorry..." he muttered, sitting back on his feet. "I guess this wasn't meant to be."

"Fuck that," scolded the horny little beauty queen. "When have you ever taken no for an answer?" she offered. "Now, man up and push that log inside me!" she demanded. "I don't care if it hurts. Just fuck me, damn it!"

Sighing, Flip sat up and tried again, holding onto her thighs for leverage. Giving it everything he had, he grunted as Lola winced and bit her lip, and slowly, his fleshy cock worked its way inside her. Lola's highly abused vaginal entrance stretched obscenely, becoming paper thin and threatening to tear as he rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling against her delicate skin.

"Oh! Holy fu..." whimpered Lola as she squirmed beneath the overweight man. "Hu..." she breathed as her cervix got the beating of its life.

Their sinful union continued for nearly twenty minutes before Flip erupted into Lola with a heavy load that never seemed to stop. Pulse after pulse, her tight canal filled with sticky white goo, and as she lay there, completely exhausted, the flow eventually stopped, and Flip pulled free.

"Geez..." sighed Flip as he gathered his breath, wiped the sweat from his brow, and reached for his clothes. "Holy shit. That was good," he offered, smiling at the little whore. "Thank you so much. You don't know what that meant to me."

"I think I do," chirped Lola, barely able to speak as she sat up, leaking some of his gift onto the old cot. "But, I should be going now. Mom doesn't like when I'm away too long by myself."

And after they dressed, Flip escorted her to the door, chuckling as she awkwardly waddled along. "See ya, Glitter..." he smiled as he waved her off, watching her disappear down the road in her little pink Jeep.