AN: Welcome to my newest brain child, sort of. Anyway it's really just shameless smut as of right now whether I continue it or not is dependent on whether I really want to start a new fic or not. Either way its part of a larger fic I'm doing. Sort of entitled the Multiverse. Either way enjoy this very shameless smutty tale.

Charlie jumped back as her locker door swung shut, stumbling a bit she looked up at Santana Lopez and winced as she took a step back to get away from her. The result was her backing up against the taller Brittany Pierce who smiled at her when she looked up. Charlie swallowed as Santana smirked at her, they had been tormenting her ever since they had gotten to high school and Quinn had been made the head Cheerio. "Hey—Santana, Brittany." Quinn had told her to stand up for herself but that had ended up with a slushy facial and the teasing had gotten worse. She really didn't know why Quinn even put up with them. They'd been to her house several times for sleepovers and she had to lock herself up in her room.

Santana smirks watching as Brittany places her arms around Charlie's shoulder keeping her from running away. "So about our English project that we're supposed to do together," Santana said with a smirk. "How's that going?" They had been stuck with Charlie after all three of them had been late to class.

"I—said that I wasn't going to do it by myself," Charlie said her voice cracking as she tried to pull away from Brittany who tightened her grip slightly. From the irritated look on Santana's face this was the wrong answer and she flinched when Santana took a step into her personal space.

"You hear that Britt's, she's going to ruin her perfect little GPA and not do her homework." Santana watches as Brittany's face falls and she flicks her eyes to Charlie again. "You just broke the golden rule of McKinley you don't make Brittany sad."

Charlie looks up at Brittany and swallows, "I'm not saying I won't help but I'm just saying that I could use a bit of help—it's a huge project," she says trying again. It wasn't good enough because Brittany still didn't smile and Santana was getting closer and she closes her eyes and winces. "I'll do it." She had seen Santana take down Azimio Adams when he had made Brittany sad. With a broken arm he wasn't going to be playing football anytime soon. She bites her lip her eyes still closed, expecting Santana to hit her anyway. Santana's never been violent outside of the slushies but she'd never made Brittany sad before.

Santana smirks up at Brittany who grins back their plan is going perfectly and she touches Charlie's cheek gently. "Good girl," Charlie opens her hazel eyes to look at her. Santana can see the surprise at the touch and the confusion. "But seeing as we have to keep our grades up so we can stay on the Cheerios, we're going to make sure you don't get any ideas and screw us over."

"I—wouldn't, it affects my grade to," Charlie manages to get out. She tries to pull away again but Brittany isn't letting her leave.

"You don't want to spend time with us?" Brittany asks and she's about to frown again.

Charlie looks horrified at the expression and nods swallowing as she glances at Santana who still has a hand on her cheek. "I do—do you want to come over? Or I can come over to your place after you're done Cheerios and I can work on the project—and show you the parts when I'm done?"

Brittany smiles at this, "San's parents aren't going to be home tonight," she informs Charlie letting her go. "Quinn should know where it is."

Charlie quickly scrambles away from Brittany and nods, "I'll be there waiting," she says her shoulders slumping over. She was going to be alone with them for hours, while they tormented her she just knew it. She wondered if she could just not show up. She'd ask Quinn to tell them to knock it off but it always made the teasing worse. She shoulders her backpack and heads off leaving the two of them alone.

Santana's eyes dance in amusement as she looks at Brittany, "Your plan is working," Santana says.

Brittany grins watching where Charlie had run off to. "I knew it would." They were going to have so much fun with her.

She was really trying hard to work on the stupid assignment. She'd already done the lion's share of the work anyway. She really had no idea why she had expected them to help her, or even take an interest in the work that they were supposed to be doing. But concentrating while the two hottest girls in school were sitting on the couch making out was next to impossible. She tried to ignore them, truly she did, but Brittany was sitting on Santana's lap making these little whimpering noises as she gyrated her hips. Charlie glanced down at where Santana's hand was and swallowed. She had heard rumors from Quinn that they were endowed and she could have sworn that she saw something.

"San—she's staring at us again." Brittany said flicking her eyes to Charlie who immediately went a bright red and turned back to the book she was trying to analyze. Brittany smirked as she rested her head against Santana's shoulder.

"It's cause she's a little pervert. I bet she wants to know if the rumors are true about us." Santana turned to Charlie who was still a bright red and looked like she was about ready to stammer out some stupid excuse. "They are. Me and Britt have cocks." Santana watches in delight as Charlie makes a face at her crass language but still remains bright red turning her attention back to her books. "Now what about that rumor of yours? Are they true?"

Charlie glances up at Santana confusion on her face which is still bright red. "What rumor?"

"That you're the biggest cockslut at McKinley," Brittany says with a grin on her face as Charlie's eyes widen at the accusation.

Charlie frowns a bit that clearly can't be right she'd only had sex the one time and it hadn't even been all that great. She has plenty of male friends but they're men and she's not that interested. "I—thought that was the two of you," she says absentmindedly before it dawns on her what she just said and to who. "I mean the rumors—I didn't mean that the two of you were." Santana looks pissed and Charlie immediately scrambles backwards as Brittany slowly slides of Santana's lap. "I'm sorry, I just—it's not me I'm not a—slut." She mumbles the last word her face blushing at the use of a dirty word. "Look I'll just get back to this paper—and you two can continue on—doing what you're doing." Charlie says flushing as she adjusts in her seat and keeps her head down, hoping that they wouldn't push the issue. She shivers when she feels the couch shift and Santana entering her personal space while Brittany walks around the couch behind her.

"Bullshit." Santana says with a smirk placing her hand on Charlie's leg running her hand up Charlie's leg. "I bet that if I put my hands down your pants you'd be soaking wet."

Charlie freezes as Brittany wraps her arms around her shoulders again, it's quickly becoming a position she's all too familiar with. Brittany doesn't even hesitate sliding her hands down the front of her t-shirt and under her bra her fingers trailing across her nipples. "Her nipples are hard San," Brittany informs Santana in a matter of fact tone. "I guess the rumors of her being a slut are true."

Her throat goes dry and that doesn't even make sense in her head, she's just reacting to stimulus. "I'm not a slut," she manages to croak out and she feels Santana's hand tightening on her knee. Charlie looks over at her flushing, "I'm not a slut," she repeats.

"I think she's lying. I mean let's look at the scorecard. You were peeping at us like the pervert that you are," Santana begins moving her hand up slowly up Charlie's thigh. "Your nipples are hard and I'm fucking sure that if I check you'll be drenched." Charlie tries to wiggle away and Santana smacks her thigh hard as she unbuttons and unzips Charlie's jeans. She smirks when she sees the black lacey number under Charlie's jeans. "Look at that Britt more proof. Who were you wearing this for?"

If it's even humanly possible Charlie turns even redder embarrassed. "They just give me confidence is all," she mumbles. She's about to say more but Santana doesn't want to hear her words right now and she just slides her hand down the front of Charlie's jeans and underwear. Charlie immediately tries to stop her but it's too late as Santana is now wearing a huge grin on her face as she pulls her hand out for Brittany to see. "I—it's not—"

"Can it, Slut-bray," Santana snaps at Charlie as she holds up her glistening fingers. "Guess the rumors are true she's the biggest cock slut at McKinley." She watches as Brittany leans forward and drags her tongue along her fingers.

"Well it's good that there is two of us San," Brittany says with a grin as she releases Charlie who immediately tries to get away. Brittany lets her sweatpants drop to the floor, not bothering with the idea of modesty. "She's going to get plenty of lady cock tonight, and we're probably bigger than those all those other guys to."

Santana is up and is blocking Charlie from escaping, "Where the fuck do you think you're going? We're here doing you a favor. The least you could say Slut-bray is thank you and start worshipping our lady-dicks like you know you want to." She puts her hands on Charlie's shoulders and forces her to her knees, she notes that she doesn't meet that much resistance. "After tonight you're just going to be a slut for our dicks," she hisses in Charlie's ear as she steps aside so Brittany can have her way with Charlie's mouth.

"But I'm not a—"

Brittany doesn't even hesitate to shove her dick into Charlie's mouth roughly, the tip of her dick hitting the back of Charlie's throat. "You talk too much," Brittany said with a grin. There is no warm up as Brittany immediately begins to move her hips tangling her hands in Charlie's blonde hair, as she begins to fuck Charlie's mouth using it for her pleasure. She lets out a low groan, as she finally manages to slip her dick into Charlie's throat when Charlie finally relaxes her throat. "San! She can totes deep-throat my dick," Brittany says in glee. "You need to try it once I'm done."

San watches a pleased look on her face and Charlie had insisted that she wasn't a slut. Not everyone could take Brittany's eight inch dick on their first try, she hadn't managed to. "Fucking slut, who the hell have you been sucking off behind the bleachers? Bet you let Puck put his tiny dick in your mouth," she said in an annoyed tone. "You're supposed to be our plaything. Fuck her face harder Britt, she needs to learn a fucking lesson."

Brittany grins and does just that thrusting her hips into Charlie's mouth faster and quicker, the feeling of Charlie's throat muscles and her tongue are increasing her pleasure and she closes her eyes, if Charlie's throat feels this good, she can't wait to get her dick in Charlie's cunt. She thrusts her dick in deep and tilts Charlie's head back a bit. "Swallow it all," she says in a bossy tone as she lets out a low moan as she cums deep in Charlie's mouth. Thick ropes of cum shooting from her dick and into her mouth. Brittany finishes her orgasm and looks down at Charlie as she pulls her relatively hard dick out of Charlie's mouth. There was some of her cum that leaks out of Charlie's mouth and Brittany frowns at it. "I said all of it."

Charlie mumbles something her throat sore from Brittany's rough face fucking, "Sorry," she says wiping the sides of her mouth with her thumb and looking at the cum before licking her thumb clean. Brittany smiles at this and Charlie shivers and looks up at her for a moment before looking down at the ground. Hoping that that she can keep her pants on. She'd never live it down if Brittany and Santana found out that she liked it. She can feel her ruined underwear and how wet she is. Far wetter than all the other times that they had tormented her.

"I want to see her naked now San, I bet she's like super wet for our dicks now," Brittany said smiling at Santana. She pulls away from Charlie giving her a bit of room to move so she can strip for them.

Charlie doesn't move and Santana growls getting into her face immediately. "You heard Britt get naked slut, you're only making this worse for yourself." Charlie hesitates for a moment before she pulls back and pulls her shirt off revealing that she's wearing a matching bra and Santana smirks at this reaching forward and running her finger along the lace part of the bra.

Charlie flushes at the leering that she's getting and quickly unclasps her bra letting it fall off her, immediately Brittany reaches in and tugs on her nipple sharply and she lets out a small pathetic whimper. She reaches for her pants and stops, after this there would be no going back. They'd see how wet she was. She shoots a pleading look at both of them. "Santana—I—"

"Did I fucking stutter?" Santana growls but she doesn't let Charlie respond instead hauling her up onto her feet and yanking down Charlie's jeans and pushing her back onto the couch. She grips the end of Charlie's jeans and yanks them off her.

Charlie immediately flushes and tries to cover her ruined underwear not wanting Santana to see how wet she is. Brittany notices immediately, "San she's not acting like a good slut," Brittany says crossing her arms over her chest. "I want to see how wet she is."

Charlie scrambles back a bit as Santana turns on her and she swears she can see the tail and the horns. "Santana please!" Santana looks determined and Charlie turns to the one person who can stop Santana but Brittany's just smiling waiting. She doesn't move to take them off and Santana grabs her arm as she sits on the couch pulling her over her lap. Charlie's cheeks burn in shame as she feels the stinging slap of Santana's hand against her ass.

She doesn't stop her hand hitting each cheek with rapid succession, she's a fucking cheerio she's got the stamina to burn and she glances up at Brittany who is stroking her hard dick. "When I tell you to do something I don't like to fucking repeat myself Slut-bray," Santana informs her not stopping as she continues to spank Charlie. Some of her spanks far harder than the other.

Brittany strokes her dick slowly pumping her hand, watching in delight as Charlie begins to hump her ass back to meet Santana's spanks. She's a pain slut as well, Santana has a really good spanking technique and now they have someone who would enjoy it. Charlie's ass is turning a nice shade of red and Brittany is glances down and grins widely. "San! She's getting your leg lap wet. She likes it!"

Charlie burns with shame her pussy is drenched completely and utterly soaked, and she can feel her ruined panties clinging to her, there is no hiding it anymore. Not that she was doing an excellent job hiding it before. Santana's own dick is pressing firmly against her lower abdomen. It stings but it feels so good to the pleasure mixing with the pain.

Santana finally stops her hand slightly sore as she looks down at the bright red ass cheeks in front of her and drags her hand down, Charlie's wetness all over her thigh and ruining her parents couch. She raises a brow at this. That wouldn't do at all, "Giving you one last chance Charlie or I'm going to make this look like a warm up. Give me your fucking panties and show Britt and I how much of a pain slut you are." She watches in amusement as Charlie begins to shed her drenched panties as she slides off Santana's legs and offers them to her.

"Oh my god San, look her pussy is drooling," Brittany says watching as Charlie's wetness leaks down onto the hardwood floors.

Santana frowns at this, "She's making a mess Britt, she should fucking clean it up. That's what she should do." She tosses Charlie's ruined panties to Brittany who catches them. It's their trophy and she has no intention of giving them back to Charlie. Maybe they could frame it. She watches as Charlie moves to grab her shirt and she frowns. "I thought you were a slut not like that with your mouth." Santana gets a fistful of Charlie's hair pushing her face down to the ground so she can lick her mess clean.

Brittany watches as Charlie begins to lap up her mess and looks over at Santana for a moment as she slaps Charlie's ass. She can't help herself as she pulls Santana into a deep kiss. "San she's like the perfect slut! Can we keep her?"

Santana glances down at Charlie for a moment making sure to push Charlie's face deeper into her mess, "Depends Britt. We need to try her out first. I mean she's such a cock slut, she's probably fucking loose and that's no fun. I mean look at how fucking wet she got." Santana sneers finally letting Charlie's head go.

Brittany looks down at Charlie for a moment and grins, "What about her ass San?" Brittany runs her hand along Santana's thick dick, she's about an inch shorter than her but she makes up for it in width.

Santana looks at Charlie who looks up at her, "Santana—I haven't had anything up there before—and you're too thick it'll split me open. I don't think it'll fit," Charlie babbles trying to move back but Santana just smirks.

Santana smiles at Brittany, "You hear that she's a virgin there Britt, we can make sure it's perfect for my dick and yours." Santana glances around the room for a moment before getting up. "Follow us to my bedroom Slut-bray." Santana watches as Charlie begins to get up and she forces her back down. "You crawl. Maybe if you had been a good slut and done what we wanted and when we wanted instead of taking random dicks up your cunt then you'd be allowed to walk." Santana snaps at her as she strolls to her bedroom, walking up the stairs.

Brittany watches as Charlie crawls up the stairs remaining on her hands and knees, her ass swinging a bit. She can't help but smack Charlie's ass again causing her to yelp. "Once you show us how good a slut you can be for us, maybe San will forgive you if you promise to stop spreading your legs around school." Brittany informed her. "Up on the bed Charlie," Brittany says and Charlie quickly climbs onto Santana's bed.

"Fuck Britt look at how fucking wet she is. I don't even need the lube for our little cock slut." Santana slaps Charlie's ass hard causing her to grip the sheets as she mounts the bed quickly and drags her cock along Charlie's folds collecting her wetness as she teases Charlie, she smirks watching as after a moment Charlie begins humping back. "Fucking slut, you just need something up that fucking cunt of yours." She swats Charlie's ass again, normally she'd prepare Charlie get her used to a finger and then two and finally three so she'd at least be a bit ready. But Charlie had been going around getting her little cunt fucked by everyone but them. She presses her now wet dick against Charlie's puckered hole. "Relax or this is going to fucking hurt more than it should." Santana snaps at Charlie.

Brittany moves to sit on the bed next to them and quickly spreads Charlie's cheeks so she can watch her anal deflowering and nods at Santana. "Do it San," she says egging Santana on. She's always wanted to watch it up close and personal like this.

Santana pushes the tip of her dick into Charlie and she listens to the mewl, that slips out of Charlie's mouth as she clutches the sheets on the bed tightly. "I said relax, you're going to fucking enjoy having a dick up your ass nearly as much as you like getting that filthy cunt of yours plowed." She pushes a few more inches in groaning at the tightness. She had definitely been an anal virgin. Brittany spreads Charlie's cheeks a bit wider and Santana is taken in by the sight of her dick slowly disappearing into Charlie ass. "You're our fucking plaything Charlie, and this hole that I'm fucking it belongs to me and Britt. Just like the rest of you. You're our slut, you should have been begging us to fuck you, to make you into our slut. We would have given you what you wanted." She moves more of herself into Charlie hearing her let out a low groan. "Right Britt?"

Brittany nods, "Right. You're supposed to be ours Charlie." She watches as Santana finishes burying herself into Charlie's ass before she finally lets go, and because Charlie's ass is losing a bit of the redness that she likes to see.

There's a bit of pain, Santana's thick and it's stretching her out more than she's ready for. It hurts at first but then it fades until she just feels a bit uncomfortable from the fullness. Santana's not moving and she's grateful that Santana is at least giving her a chance to get used to it. She doesn't doubt that she's going to be in for a hard pounding in a few moments. Brittany's words get to her, and she bites her lip a bit. "I'm sorry," she mumbles.

Santana smirks. Finally she was apologizing for what she had done, being the school slut. She bucks her hips roughly and Charlie groans. "What was that?"

"I'm sorry. Fuck I'm sorry." Charlie repeats over and over again. Santana finally begins to pull out slowly, and Charlie moans against her. It feels good. So good, and she can't help herself as Santana thrusts into her slowly fucking her at first. But she wants more, "P-please Santana. Fuck me. Hard. I'm sorry. So please just fuck me."

Santana looks at Brittany who grins back at her, they have her right they want her. "And you're such a needy slut to. Fuck!" The idea that someone like Puck has seen her like this, so needy pisses Santana off even more and she begins to thrust into Charlie roughly taking her, as she slams her hips against Charlie's still sore ass, making her moan loudly and wantonly. "God you're such a slut," she says as she slams her hips against Charlie's ass again.

"San can we share now?" Brittany asks her dick is almost painfully hard and hearing their new little slut begging for Santana made Brittany want to get involved in the action to.

Santana flicks her eyes at Brittany and immediately pulls Charlie up a bit making her sit on her dick as Charlie moans. "Course Brittany. You heard her and she's fucking wet enough just slam it in and use her like the slut she is."

Brittany moves immediately, watching as Charlie just drips all over Santana's sheets and she shakes her head. They need to plug yet another hole up and she quickly lines her dick up with Charlie's cunt she looks at Santana for a moment feeling her hips moving and times it just right so they both slam into Charlie at the same time.

Almost immediately Charlie's body bucks hard against Santana's body as she cums hard. She can barely hear Brittany and Santana who say something, but the pleasure it's too much. She's so full and she's barely coherent. She feels a sudden smack against her pussy and she whimpers. Looking at Brittany who has a huge grin on her face.

"You squirted. Even your cunt is as slutty as you are." Brittany says in an excited tone. Her hips drenched with Charlie's lady cum. She wants to see Charlie do it again, and she quickly redoubles her efforts with Santana, leaning in to kiss her deeply as they sandwich Charlie between them. Thrusting into her with quick deep thrusts timing it perfectly.

Santana tilts her head back, she can feel Brittany moving with her, "Fuck Brittany," Santana hisses slamming her hips harder and faster into Charlie, her own pleasure reaching its peak and she cums hard into Charlie's ass.

Charlie feels the immediate warmth and her body which is still sensitive from her last orgasm bucks into another hard one. Brittany doesn't stop as she hears her cum splashing against her hips again. Her throat nearly raw from the scream of pleasure that erupts from her lips. She can't feel anything after a moment it just feels good, she feels good, and they aren't giving her a moment's rest, after they cum just keep on going. They're just using her body, ripping orgasms from it. Brittany's pinching her nipples again and she can't even muster up the strength to moan. She's theirs.

Santana grunts as she orgasms for the last time onto Charlie's body making sure that one blast hits her face and she paints the rest of Charlie's body. Brittany doing the same. Charlie is just laying their completely wrecked on soaked sheets, unable to really move. She isn't saying much anymore, barely even a whimper. She had screamed herself hoarse after her fourth orgasm. She still feels oddly possessive over her new plaything. "Charlie," she says and Brittany flicks her eyes over to her a lazy smile on the dancers face. Charlie barely responds and Santana grumbles reaching down and pinching Charlie's clit hard causing her to yelp. "How many, people have you been with."

Charlie looks at her weakly and shivers a bit getting a bit cold, she can barely understand the question but she wouldn't be able to take it if they decided to punish her more. "One. Just one I'm sorry," she mumbles.

Brittany pauses for a moment and looks at Santana who looks equally as stunned. "Puck?" Brittany asks, they're always hanging out together.

Charlie shakes her head weakly, "Someone I met at band camp," Charlie admits. She can barely remember her name. "I'm sorry, should have come to the two of you. But I thought you didn't like me." She's sleepy and well fucked and she just wants to curl away and rest and recover before they fuck her again.

Brittany stares at Charlie and glances at Santana, this was not what either of them had expected. They had thought that she was sleeping with all the guys at school. She really wasn't some cockslut and they had been extremely rough with her. Guilt eats at her immediately and she sees Santana backing away a bit as she realizes that they let their jealousy get the best of them and they had been mean and they might have been far too rough and demanding for Charlie's first time with them. "We're sorry we called you a slut and made you do all those things," Brittany says after a moment and gives Santana a look.

"But Puck said—you heard him say—fuck." Santana says not exactly sure what to do with Charlie. "We're both sorry Charlie," she admits after a moment. They had humiliated her, and spanked her and fucked her and sure it had been fun but she had probably been far rougher than she should have been. They had wanted to make sure that Charlie would only come to them—but they might have ruined that.

She's too tired to understand why they're apologizing, she had loved every minute of it. Every last minute of it. She feels a blanket being pulled over her and she blinks a bit. Trying to concentrate for a moment. "Don't be—I'm your cockslut remember? We have to try it again sometime." she says and yawns finally succumbing to the sleep.

Santana blinks and looks relieved for a moment, "Your plan worked Britt," she says quietly leaning in to kiss her. They'd have to talk about it in the future of course, but as of right now Charlie Fabray was totally their little slut.

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