Chapter Eleven: Home Sweet Home

One evening, as the family gathered around the dinner table, Marge served up a plate of fried shrimp, Lisa's favorite. The crispy golden shells glistened with oil, the pink flesh beneath begging to be devoured. But as Lisa reached for one with her fork, her hand trembled slightly, the memory of the previous night's performance still fresh in her mind. She glanced up at her mother, who offered a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with something more than just maternal pride.

The room grew tense, the air thick with the scent of the sizzling seafood and the unspoken desires that had become a part of their everyday lives.

Maggie, her face a mask of innocence, announced to the table, "Mommy, Daddy, I've got big news! Tomorrow morning, I'm leaving for my scholarship program!"

Marge nodded solemnly, her gaze lingering on Maggie's youthful face, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken truth that hung over the table like a heavy fog. Homer, unable to hide his relief, blurted out, "Finally, one of you is gettin' outta here and doin' somethin' with your life!" His eyes, though clouded by a film of lust, shone with a genuine happiness that was rarely seen.

Meanwhile, Bart remained hunched over his plate, feigned ignorance his shield as he continued to shove food into his mouth, his mind racing with thoughts of what he'd do with the house to himself. Lisa, on the other hand, offered nothing but a stare, her mind whirling with a mix of emotions—part sadness at her sister's departure, part excitement for the newfound freedom it would bring to her nocturnal escapades.

The room remained still, the clink of silverware against plates the only sound as they all grappled with the reality that their twisted family bond was about to be tested by the absence of its youngest member.

With a heavy heart, Maggie packed her meager belongings, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like the thick, sticky heat of a Bangkok summer night. She looked back at the house that had been both her sanctuary and her prison, knowing that the path she was about to embark on would change her forever. Her father's grip tightened around her shoulders, his eyes a mix of fear and lust as he whispered his last bit of "fatherly" advice into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Marge, stood in the doorway, a look of resignation etched into her face.

The red light district of Soi Cowboy called to her, a neon-lit promised land where every desire could be bought and sold, where the currency was flesh and the prize was survival.

Dressed in a short skirt that barely covered her round, firm ass and a top that emphasized her ample cleavage, Maggie stepped into the night, her stilettos clicking against the pavement as she made her way to the airport. The promise of a better life, of riches beyond her wildest dreams, beckoned from the far-off streets of Bangkok, whispering sweet nothings of freedom and power. She knew the road ahead would be fraught with danger and depravity, but she also knew that she had been born for this, her body a canvas for the dark art of seduction.

As the plane took off, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement, her clit pulsing in anticipation of the lewd adventures that awaited her. She closed her eyes and whispered a silent vow, promising to return home once she had earned enough to ensure her family's comfort, her pussy clenching at the thought of the countless cocks she would have to pleasure to achieve that goal.

The cabin crew's safety demonstration barely registered in her mind as she imagined herself perched on the sticky bar stools of the go-go bars. Her youthful breasts, still tender from her first brushes with puberty, would be the talk of the town, her nipples pebbled and eager to be pinched by the sweaty hands of the patrons.

The thrill of the unknown was palpable, a heady cocktail of excitement and trepidation that filled her veins with liquid fire. She was going to be a star, a queen of the night, a legend whispered about in the back alleys of the city that never sleeps. And she would do whatever it took to climb to the top, even if it meant leaving behind the only life she had ever known.

Maggie's first night in Bangkok was a whirlwind of neon lights and leering faces, each more depraved than the last. Her eyes searched the crowded streets of Soi Cowboy, looking for the one face that could offer her the key to her new life. And then she saw him—Gerald Samson, a portly, middle-aged man with a sweaty brow and a grin that screamed of ill intent. He was the embodiment of the kind of man she had been told to avoid, yet here she was, her heart racing as she approached him.

Gerald's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as Maggie sidled up to him, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that belied her inexperience. "You lookin' for a good time, darlin'?" he slurred, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes. She nodded, her voice a sultry whisper as she offered him a glimpse of the treasures hidden beneath her skirt. His eyes bulged, and his hand shot out to grasp her wrist, pulling her through the throngs of tourists and locals towards a secluded alley.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she allowed herself to be led, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. She had read the stories, seen the videos, but nothing could have prepared her for the raw, animalistic lust that was about to be unleashed upon her. The alley was a stark contrast to the garish lights of the main street, a dimly lit cavern of shadows and secrets. Gerald's hand was like a vice around her wrist, his grip tightening as he pushed her against the damp brick wall, his other hand already fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

Her mouth went dry as she looked down at the monstrous cock that sprang forth, a veiny, purple beast that seemed to throb with a life of its own. Maggie swallowed hard, her own arousal betraying her as her pussy grew wet with anticipation. She dropped to her knees, her hands shaking as she took the tip of his dick into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she began to suck and lick with all the skill she had learned from her nightly performances.

Gerald's moans grew louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched the young girl devour his manhood. He reached down, his meaty fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her faster and deeper, his hips bucking with each greedy suck. The sounds of the city faded away, replaced by the wet, obscene noises of her mouth working his shaft, the taste of him coating her tongue.

And as she felt the first stirrings of his climax, she knew that she had made the right choice. This was her ticket out, her path to power and freedom. With a renewed sense of purpose, she redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth.

When it was over, Gerald's legs trembled, and he leaned heavily against the wall, panting and sated. He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a wad of crumpled bills, and shoved them into her bra. "You're a natural, sweetheart," he grunted, zipping up his pants. "You're gonna make a fortune here."

Maggie stood, smoothing down her skirt and wiping the saliva from her lips. She looked up at the man who had just claimed her and felt a strange mix of triumph and disgust. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Now, take me to the best hotel you know. I've got a lot more to offer than just this."

And with that, she turned on her heel, her stilettos clicking confidently against the cobblestones as she disappeared into the night, leaving behind the last vestiges of her childhood.

With the first transaction of her new life complete, Maggie allowed Gerald to lead her through the tangled web of streets to a hotel that gleamed like a beacon of hope amidst the grime of the city. The lobby was a cacophony of laughter and foreign languages, the air thick with the scent of money and lust. She was led to a suite that was larger than any room she had ever seen, a place where the walls were adorned with silk and the bed looked like a cloud of pure sin.

Gerald's grin grew wider as he ushered her in, his eyes roving over her body like a man who had just struck gold. He whispered more promises into her ear, his breath hot and heavy, detailing the endless stream of tourists that would line up to sample her charms. She felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she realized that she had become a commodity, a prize to be won by the highest bidder. Her pussy was now a gateway to a world of unbridled pleasure and untold riches.

Maggie couldn't help but think about Lisa as she started her new life in Bangkok's sex trade. Her sister had become an internet sensation, her lewd performances bringing in a fortune that kept their family afloat.

Yet, here she was, kneeling before strangers in dimly lit hotel rooms, her mouth and body a commodity to be used and discarded. Despite their different paths, they were both ensnared in the same web of desperation and desire.

As Maggie serviced her first client, her thoughts drifted to Lisa's digital world of seduction, her own hands tracing the curves of her body, mimicking the caresses she had seen her sister endure from Homer and Bart. She closed her eyes, her mind swirling with a mix of envy and resentment. If only she could harness that kind of power, the power to make men crave her without ever having to leave the safety of her bedroom.

But this was her reality now—selling herself to satisfy the depraved appetites of tourists who sought the exotic allure of the young and innocent. Her lips wrapped around a thick, foreign cock, her tongue dancing to the tune of a stranger's grunts, while her thoughts remained entangled in the web of her sister's success and her own fate, forever intertwined in their family's twisted dance of survival.

Maggie's thoughts swirled with the vulgarities and harsh treatment she received from Gerald, who had been fooled by her youthful appearance and innocent demeanor into thinking she was a fresh, untouched prize. The echoes of his anger and disappointment at her lack of virginity stung her ears, a stark reminder of the twisted world she had chosen to enter.

As Maggie lay on the luxurious hotel bed, her legs spread wide for the next eager patron, she took solace in the fact that she had chosen this path as an escape from the same fate that had befallen her sister.