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Dani Does the Right Thing
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A dark tale about a young woman and the abuse she 
suffered as a young girl at the hands of her stepfather 
and his cronies. Then after escaping, what happens when 
she and her daughter are put back into that terrible 
situation once again. (M+/g, Mm/Ff, ped, nc, v, inc, 
oral, anal, huml)

***

Author's Note: This story was written and previously 
posted in three parts. It is combined here, in the 
order written. The second part is the prequel. Although 
some of the events in part two predate the events in 
part one of this story, they expand on this story and 
are best read in the order written. This is a dark, 
disturbing story and not for the faint of heart. Please 
take that into consideration before you continue. 

***

The first thing I did when I opened my front door was 
to scream, and then I fainted. When I regained my 
senses I was laying on the couch in my living room. At 
first I didn't know where I was, or how I got there. 
Then I heard a deep voice saying laconically, "Bout 
time you woke up."

As soon as I saw him it all came flooding back. My 
biological father had never married my mother. Mom had 
raised me alone until I was nine. Then she met my 
stepfather to be, Pug Franklin. He swept my mother off 
of her feet and in four month they were engaged and in 
six months they were married.

I thought it was fantastic. I had a daddy now, just 
like all of my friends. At first he was very good to 
me. He spoiled me rotten, in fact. He was always buying 
me toys and candy and taking mom and me to the zoo or 
the circus or the movies. We were just like a real 
family only better.

After a little less than a year, things started to 
change. My new dad started treating my mother more and 
more like a child. He still spoiled me, but now he was 
ordering my mother around and when she displeased him 
in some way she would be punished.

At first he would stand up and pull her into their 
bedroom and I would hear him spanking her and hear her 
crying and pleading for forgiveness. But before very 
long he wouldn't bother to leave the room. He would 
pull her over his lap and pull up her skirt and pull 
her panties down and spank her right in the living 
room, right in front of me!

The next big change was the clothes mom wore. They got 
shorter and tighter and more see-through as time went 
on. I began to notice that she no longer wore 
underwear. It was especially embarrassing on one 
occasion shortly after my eleventh birthday when I had 
the boy next door over and we were playing a board game 
in the living room one Saturday. My father came in from 
the garage and he was upset about a scratch on the car. 
He called my mother into the living room and asked her 
about it. 

She told him that someone had pushed a shopping cart 
into the car in the grocery store parking lot a couple 
of days ago.

He was furious. First she had scratched the car, but 
more seriously she had not told him. He pulled her 
across his lap, right there in front of my friend and 
me, and flipped her skirt up over her back, baring her 
bottom to us. That was the first time I saw that she 
wasn't wearing underwear. 

Dad spanked her furiously, and then he ordered her to 
stand in the corner with her skirt up so that her red 
bottom was showing. 

My friend, who was thirteen at the time stared in awe 
at my mom's backside for a minute and then, with a face 
as red as paint, said that he guessed he should go home 
now.

But my dad said, "That's alright son. You two go ahead 
and play your game. This is a good lesson for you. It's 
wonderful to have a good woman in your life, but you 
have to keep your eye on them all the time and the more 
discipline you give them the better they behave. Ain't 
that right Gina?"

Mom was still crying quietly in the corner, but she 
managed to choke out, "Yes sir."

Then he said to my friend, "You ever see a woman naked 
before Kevin?"

Kevin was as embarrassed as my mother and I were. He 
said quietly, "No sir, never!"

"Get your ass over here, Gina!" my dad called to her 
and she looked around at him.

"Sir, please, no, not in front of the kids! That's 
wrong. Please, I can't," mom pleaded with him. I 
noticed that she no longer used his name, or terms of 
endearment. If she called him anything at all now it 
was "Sir".

I saw the furious look on dad's face when she balked, 
and he started to take his belt off. Mom gave in and 
rushed to his side. "I'm sorry sir; please don't spank 
me any more."

Dad stopped taking his belt off, but left it unfastened 
in case mom gave him anymore trouble.

"Take off that dress," dad ordered. "Kevin is almost a 
man. It's about time he found out what a woman is all 
about."

I thought surely that my conservative, church going 
mother would draw the line here. But I watched as that 
look of resignation I saw on her face so often lately 
returned, and she reached around and unfastened the 
catch at the top of her dress and then pulled the 
zipper down her back. She allowed the top to slide off 
her shoulders and down her arms and then she closed her 
eyes and slid it down past her hips and let it fall to 
the floor.

Dad smiled and said to Kevin, "What do you think, boy, 
looks pretty damn good for an old broad, don't she?"

"Yes sir!" Kevin exclaimed. "She's beautiful!"

"Yeah," dad said, "I make sure she stays in shape. You 
can go ahead and get up and take a closer look if you 
want."

Kevin was looking at mom and the tears rolling down her 
cheeks, and then he glanced at me and saw how shocked I 
was. He looked at dad and said, "Are you sure sir? 
She's really crying and, well, gee, I don't know."

"That's okay son. A lot of women cry when they get 
embarrassed. But it's good for them to be embarrassed, 
keeps them on their toes. Isn't that right Gina?"

"Yes sir," mom said, just barely above a whisper.

"Besides," dad went on, "she is being punished. You 
should be uncomfortable when you are being punished."

Kevin got to his feet and stepped closer to mom. He 
said, "Is it okay Mrs. Franklin?"

Mom nodded her head and said, "Yes Kevin, whatever Mr. 
Franklin says is okay."

I was embarrassed for her. I was embarrassed to be 
sitting here watching. But I couldn't help admiring her 
beautiful figure. I hoped I looked that good when I got 
to be her age.

Dad stood up and reached out and squeezed my mothers 
breast gently, then hefted it in has hand as though 
weighing it. "Look at that tit!" he exclaimed proudly. 
"That is just about as perfect a tit as you will ever 
see son. Go ahead, feel how firm that is."

Kevin said, "That alright sir, I couldn't do that."

But dad wasn't taking no for an answer from anyone. 
"Now son, you have a perfect learning opportunity here. 
I'd be real disappointed if you didn't take advantage 
of it. Go ahead, put your hand up and see how nice that 
feels."

Kevin did as he was told and with a look of total awe 
on his face he gently wrapped one of his small hands 
around my mother's breast. 

He held it for a moment and then dad showed him how 
best to caress a woman's breast and how to bring a 
nipple to attention. He guided Kevin's head forward and 
instructed him on the manly art of kissing and sucking 
and gently biting on a woman's breast. 

After dad was satisfied that he had learned that lesson 
he made my mother spread her legs apart and he showed 
Kevin all there was to know about a woman's pussy. He 
showed Kevin how wet she was and explained that the 
wetness meant that my mom was excited and enjoying 
herself. 

"Now watch this," dad said. Kevin and I both watched as 
dad started sawing a couple of fingers in and out of my 
mother's pussy and then he told Kevin to put his 
fingers on mom's clitoris and rub it gently for a few 
minutes. 

I was shocked to see my mother have an orgasm at the 
hands of my father and my friend. Dad explained to 
Kevin, and to me since I was listening, all about 
orgasms and told him that maybe next time he would have 
mom teach him about fucking.

Then he turned to me and asked, "Were you paying 
attention Dani? You're filling out pretty nicely and 
pretty soon you will be standing right up there with 
your mom," he said with a look of anticipation on his 
face.

I looked to my mother, but she said not a word.

All of that flashed through my mind as consciousness 
returned. That had been the beginning of the end of my 
childhood.

I jumped to my feet and turned to where my stepfather 
sat waiting for my reaction. He made me all the more 
furious because he looked so god damned confident, so 
smug.

"What are you doing in my house?!" I screamed. "Get 
out! Get out right now or I am going to call the 
police. I mean it!"

He just smiled at me and said, "You'd better look at 
the TV first darlin'. I brought you a sample of the 
movie we made to give to the judge when I take you to 
court to get custody of Melody to prove what an unfit 
mother you are." I remembered hearing him use the same 
threat on my mother twelve years ago!

I looked in disbelief at my stepfather. I looked at the 
movie playing on my television. I saw various scenes of 
me engaged in sex acts with various men, often several 
men at a time. What you couldn't see was that I was 
being forced by my stepfather into performing for the 
camera. I stared at the TV for a few minutes and then I 
felt my breakfast coming back up and I ran to the 
bathroom. 

I threw up everything I had just had for breakfast. 
Then I brushed my teeth and washed my face and went 
back into the living room. The movie was still playing.

He was still watching it, obviously enjoying it. He 
looked up when I came back into the room and said, 
"It's just a bunch of short scenes we cut from some of 
your movies, before you ran away you ungrateful bitch!"

"How did you find me?" I asked. It was all I could 
think of to say.

"I had to hire some guy and pay him a lot of fucking 
money," he said. He was obviously pissed about it. "But 
don't worry; you are going to pay me back with that 
sweet ass of yours."

"No, I am not!" I yelled at him. "It's over. I refuse 
to let you hurt me any more. I am an adult now and I am 
free of you. Now leave!"

"You sure are an adult," he chuckled and ogled my 
figure. "If I remember right you just turned twenty-
three, is that right?"

"Yes, but that doesn't concern you," I answered, not 
sure why it seemed to be so hard for me to not respond 
to his questions. 

"I mean it Pug," I continued. "It's over. I am building 
a new life and you aren't a part of it. Now get out of 
my house."

"Okay," Pug said. "If that's the way you want it. 
Melody is nine now, right? As I recall, you got knocked 
up when you were fourteen. Nine is a good age. I'll be 
able to make her a star in no time. All I have to do is 
tell the judge what a tramp you are and what an 
unhealthy environment you are providing to raise your 
innocent young daughter in and she'll leave that court 
room with me, me and your mom. What time does she get 
home from school? I'd like to see the little darlin'. 
She is nine years old and never got to meet her loving 
grandpa."

"NO!" I screamed at him. "You cannot have my baby! I 
will kill you first!"

"Sweetheart, you can't kill me. And you can't beat me. 
You have two choices. You pack up your shit and come 
back home with me. Or, we go to court and take Melody 
from you and make a star out of her. If you come back 
home with me and do what you are told and don't give me 
any grief, maybe I won't touch Melody."

I collapsed onto the couch and the horror of my past 
washed over me. The memories came flooding back. From 
the moment that Pug had made my mother undress in front 
of Kevin, everything had changed. From that time 
forward I never saw my mother object to anything he 
ordered her to do. Or anything that he did to me.

I had grown to love Pug as a father in a very short 
time. He had seen to it. It been his plan from the 
beginning. That was all gone now. Now I was afraid to 
be in the room with him. But of course it was 
unavoidable. 

Now that he had broken my mother, he started working on 
me. Whenever I got within arm's reach of him he would 
run his hands over my little backside. I was no longer 
allowed to wear pants, jeans, or shorts. I could not 
wear anything that could come between my tender, virgin 
flesh, and his large, callused hand. 

Before long, instead of reaching out to grab at me as I 
went by, Pug would pull me into his lap and rub his 
hands up my thighs and force his fingers between my 
legs. My mother would ignore him as he would reach into 
my underwear and rub my pussy and play with the light 
patch of blonde hair that was just starting to appear. 
He also took great delight in rubbing my budding 
breasts and pinching the puffy nipples. The worst thing 
about it was that, although I was humiliated beyond 
belief, I could not deny that whenever he touched me my 
body reacted. My body loved the touch of his hand on my 
pussy. My body loved the way he molested my small, but 
rapidly growing breasts.

Before the day when my mother had been forced to 
undress in front of him, Kevin used to play at my house 
once or twice a week. After that day, however, he came 
over almost every day, as soon as school was out. It 
was only three days before my father found another 
excuse to punish my mother while Kevin was there.

Kevin and I were playing a board game in the living 
room and my father was reading the paper. I was always 
nervous around my father now, even more so whenever 
Kevin was there. As I was about to learn, I had every 
right to be.

My father suddenly yelled out, "Gina! Get your ass in 
here!"

Kevin and I jumped, startled. I knew right away that 
something bad was going to happen. I glanced at Kevin 
and was disappointed to see that this was what he had 
been hoping for. The look of excitement and 
anticipation on his face was unmistakable. 

I was getting to the age that I was starting to 
understand guys and what was always on their minds. I 
was aware of the leers, the stares at my budding 
breasts from nearly every male of every age. I felt a 
strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I felt 
power! Breasts are a powerful force of nature.

Still, Kevin was my friend. It just seemed like he 
should be more sensitive to how I felt. Yeah, I know 
what you're thinking. What can I say, I'm blonde.

My mother came rushing into the living room. I could 
see that her face was white, and that she had no idea 
what she had done.

He held the newspaper out and exploded, "What the hell 
is this?!" His voice was full of outrage.

"I cut out some coupons, Sir. You are always telling me 
that I spend too much money on food. I am trying to cut 
back on my spending Sir."

"I told you never to cut up the newspaper before I have 
read it, didn't I?" he asked loudly.

"But Sir, there was nothing on the back of that page 
but more grocery ads."

"I don't give a flying fuck bitch!" he yelled. "I gave 
you an order! Christ! When will you learn to obey! Get 
undressed."

"Oh god," I thought. "Please not again."

I looked up at him and fearfully pleaded with him, 
"Please Sir, please not again. Please, not in front of 
Kevin."

He turned to my mother and said, "Now look, bitch. Now 
you are being a bad influence on your daughter! Now I 
have to teach you both a lesson!"

My mother sobbed, but didn't say a word as she quickly 
removed her dress. Kevin stared in fascination this 
time. After the last time he knew it was not only 
alright, but encouraged.

My father turned to me and yelled, "Stand up and get 
over here young lady!"

I was terrified. I was eleven years old. I had never 
been spanked or slapped or anything. I didn't know what 
was going to happen. I only knew that if my mother had 
to put up with it, there was no hope for me.

"I am going to make sure you are raised right young 
lady," my stepfather said. His voice sounded furious. 
It was years before I thought back to that day and 
realized it had all been a put on, an act to scare me 
into complying. It worked.

I stood before my father trembling in fear. 

"You don't ever talk back to me again! Do you 
understand?" 

No, I didn't understand. I hadn't talked back! I just 
pleaded with him not to embarrass my mother and me in 
front of my friend. But I saw the look on his face and 
I knew that if I said the wrong thing I was going to 
feel that belt for the first time. And I was a coward.

"Take off your clothes, young lady. And be quick about 
it!" he commanded.

I glanced quickly at my mother and saw only anguish. I 
glanced at Kevin and saw excitement. I looked back at 
my stepfather, fully intending to plead with him. But I 
saw that he was already unbuckling his belt. I had the 
distinct impression that he was hoping I would "back 
talk" him again so that he could use it.

I was eleven years old and my body was starting to 
resemble that of a young woman. The idea of undressing 
in front of, not only my stepfather and my mother, but 
the boy next door, a boy I saw every day, I don't 
believe I could have been more humiliated if he had 
made me undress on the sidewalk outside!

I was still hesitating and he started pulling his belt 
free. As I said, I was a coward. If my mother could not 
fight him, how could I, an eleven year old girl hope 
to?

I pulled my t-shirt off. As my lacy little training bra 
came into view I kept my eyes on the floor. I couldn't 
face anyone in the room. I dropped my t-shirt on the 
floor and unfastened my modest little skirt. I pushed 
it over my burgeoning hips and let it slide down my 
legs and I kicked it aside.

Now I stood in only my lace trimmed little girl's bra 
and panties. The ones that had made me feel so grown up 
when I talked my mother into getting them for me. I saw 
movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced up to 
see Kevin moving closer for a better view. I wanted to 
yell at him, but I didn't dare.

I tried to decide what to remove next. The last time 
anyone had seen me uncovered was when my mother had 
bought me my first training bra. Now that I actually 
had something growing on my chest it was even more 
embarrassing.

I had hesitated as long as I dared and finally I 
reached between the little cups of the bra and 
unfastened it. I couldn't look up, but I knew that they 
were watching me undress. I could feel their eyes on my 
breasts, which were now the size of an apple cut in 
half. My puffy little nipples were tingling and I was 
upset with myself for having any reaction at all.

My mother had finished undressing quickly and now 
everyone was watching me as I hooked my thumbs into my 
panties and pushed them down. I kicked them over with 
the rest of my clothes and then stood with my hands and 
arms covering as much of my body as I possibly could.

"Gina," dad said. "Tell Dani the rule about her arms."

My mother spoke so quietly I could hardly hear her. 
"Modesty is not permitted. When ordered to undress you 
are to stand up straight with your arms at your side 
until instructed otherwise. Failure to obey this rule 
will result in severe punishment."

I dropped my arms to my side quickly and stood naked in 
front of two males for the first time in my life. I 
guess it could have been worse. My stepfather had, 
after all, already begun to molest me. He frequently 
touched my breasts through my clothing. And it had also 
become common place for him to pull me into his lap and 
reach into my underwear and rub my pussy. But to be 
naked, and in front of Kevin for Christ's sake! 

My stepfather ordered me to stand beside my mother. He 
wanted to compare our bodies.

I moved quickly to stand beside her. As I moved I could 
feel their eyes watching my butt move. 

When I was beside my mom my stepfather stood up and 
stood in front of me. He glanced over at Kevin and 
waived him closer to join him. Kevin stood beside my 
dad, right in front of my mother. 

Together they examined both of our bodies this time and 
compared them. I had become more or less accustomed to 
being groped by my stepfather, but when Kevin put his 
hand over my breast I nearly fell to the floor. I don't 
know if it was embarrassment or nerves or what, but I 
was shaking so bad I was having trouble standing. 

It was even worse when their focus shifted to my 
vagina. I felt Kevin slide his finger into me as my 
stepfather warned him not to bust my cherry, yet.

"Kevin my boy, I think that this would be an excellent 
time for Gina to teach Dani how to suck a cock, don't 
you?"

"Yes Sir!" Kevin almost squealed like a girl he was so 
excited, the bastard.

Dad directed Kevin to drop his pants and lay down on 
the coffee table. I turned my face away. I didn't want 
to see. I had never seen a penis, and I wasn't ready to 
see one now.

While Kevin undressed and got into position my father 
stepped up behind me and I felt his cock rubbing on my 
back as he reached around and toyed with my small, 
immature breasts. As he moved his hands and his cock 
over me he said to me quietly, "Your mom is going to 
suck on Kevin's cock now. Later on you are going to try 
it. So watch closely."

He pushed me to my knees on the side of the table; 
right beside where Kevin's hard dripping cock was 
standing up and throbbing. I couldn't help but see it 
now. I saw the clear liquid oozing from the hole in the 
end of his penis, the hole where I knew that his pee 
came out. 

I made myself watch as my mom knelt between Kevin's 
legs and spread them a little wider so that she could 
get closer. I watched in disgust as she leaned down and 
licked his hairless ball sack, although at the time I 
didn't know what it was. At least I don't remember 
knowing. 

Each time she touched her tongue to Kevin he twitched 
and his penis throbbed and more of the liquid came out 
of the end of his penis. Really gross!

But I watched in amazement as my mother began licking 
Kevin's dripping penis. She licked up all of the liquid 
and then she took his organ between her lips and began 
to suck enthusiastically. 

"How could she?!" I asked myself. I had heard of 
blowjobs in school. I had trouble imagining them, 
especially since I had never seen a male with no 
clothes on before. But I saw one now, and the idea of 
touching my lips to a penis was sickening!

Almost immediately Kevin started moaning and thrusting 
his hips up to meet my mother's sucking lips. His body 
quivered for a couple of seconds and then he groaned as 
though in pain and pushed mom's head away.

I watched as my mother sat up on her heels and waited. 

Dad said to Kevin, "Don't worry son. The first few 
times are always real quick. Once you get used to it 
though, you can lay back and enjoy that sensation for a 
long time."

"Fantastic!" Kevin, the creep, said.

Dad told my mom to move around to the side of the 
coffee table, across from where I was kneeling, 
watching Kevin's dick get soft quickly.

Dad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me around so that 
I was kneeling where my mother had been when she sucked 
Kevin off.

"Okay," he said. "Let's see if you learned anything 
Dani."

My head shot up and I stared at my stepfather with my 
mouth agape. 

My mother caught my eye and she was urging me to obey. 
I suppose she knew that the only thing I would gain my 
trying to avoid it was pain. Then I would end up having 
to do it anyway.

I had to stop for a minute to remember what my mom had 
done. Then I leaned forward and tentatively licked out 
at Kevin's balls. 

As soon as my tongue touched him he groaned and 
twitched. I jumped back, but then leaned down and tried 
it again. It seemed like such a gross thing to do. But 
I had watched my mother do it. I knew I had no choice. 

I licked until Kevin's penis got hard again and then I 
licked that as well. Finally I got up the nerve and 
slid my lips down over his dick. He was only thirteen 
and his thing wasn't all that big. But he must have 
been saving up for a long time because even though he 
had just had an orgasm in my mother's mouth, in no time 
at all he was holding my head and thrusting his hips up 
until my lips reached his belly.

With my mother it had happened so fast that it was over 
almost before it started. This time Kevin lasted only 
slightly longer. When he felt another orgasm begin he 
reached out and held my head firmly against his belly 
and I felt his cum shooting into my mouth. 

I knew that it was coming. It was one of the things 
that had come up on the playground. I just never 
expected it to be like this, at the age of eleven, with 
my friend, and with my mother and my father watching. 

I gagged at first, but managed to hold Kevin's hot load 
of cum in my mouth. As soon as he pushed my head away I 
looked around for somewhere to spit it out.

My father saw what I was doing and yelled at me. "Don't 
you EVER spit out a man's cum! NEVER! If I ever see you 
spit out a mouthful of cum I will whip you until you 
bleed! Do you understand me?"

I felt my eyes get huge as he leaned over me and yelled 
right in my face. I was so shocked I swallowed 
instinctively. He stood up then and I saw the pain in 
my mother's eyes at what she had just witnessed.

My stepfather turned to Kevin and asked, "Well boy, how 
was that?

"That was the most wonderful thing that every happened 
to me! Twice!!" he exclaimed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy. Watch this."

My father slid his pants and his shorts down his bony 
legs and kicked them away. I didn't want to look, but I 
couldn't help but see his dick. 

"So that is what a grown up one looks like," I thought. 
It was scary. I didn't know what normal was. It was 
about a month before he started sharing me with his 
friends and assorted strangers and then I was able to 
compare. His cock was larger than most, but not that 
much. It was big and hairy and really gross looking. It 
was still soft. It hung down over the hairy ball sack 
hanging between his legs. There was a thick tube of 
skin covering the tip of it and the whole tip was 
covered in what looked like clear slime.

I expected him to order my mom between his legs but he 
looked at me and said, "You first slut. Get over here 
and start licking."

Slut?! Who the hell is he calling a slut? I'm still a 
fucking virgin!

I realized what he was ordering me to do and I looked 
at my mom. She just nodded. I saw the agony in her 
face, but I couldn't help resenting her for letting 
these things happen to me, to us.

I crawled between his legs, avoiding, as much as 
possible, any contact with him. He was watching me, 
amused at the expressions of fear and revulsion 
flickering across my face. I was there now. All that 
was left was to do it. Just lean forward and place his 
nasty, smelly sex organs in my mouth. I hesitated for a 
moment and he called my mother closer so that he could 
torment her with what I was being forced to do. I saw 
Kevin move closer on the other side so that he could 
enjoy the show too.

I leaned forward and I smelled the musty, sweaty smell 
of his crotch. It was different than it had been with 
Kevin. I am not sure what it was, dirtier, sweatier, or 
older? I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his 
dick and I jumped back when it twitched violently. 

I guess he wasn't impressed with my style. "Put your 
right hand around the base of my cock," he ordered.

I reached out and gingerly slid my thumb underneath his 
large, nasty organ. I wrapped my small hand around it 
as far as it would go. It didn't go anywhere near all 
the way around. 

"Use your hand to stand it up, then pull the skin 
around the head of it down and gently lick it all 
over."

I stared at his cock as I obeyed his commands. It 
seemed to be slowly growing larger, very slowly. I slid 
my hand a little higher up the shaft and then tightened 
my grip and pulled down, pulling the extra skin away 
from the tip. He told me what the skin was called and 
what purpose it served. It was all very educational. He 
also mentioned that sometimes crud accumulated 
underneath that skin and needed to be cleaned out, for 
health reasons, of course. He told me that his 
preferred method of cleaning his cock was to use a 
bitch's mouth. 

I hesitated for another moment, wondering if perhaps a 
beating might be easier to take. Then I leaned back 
into his crotch and started licking the tip of his 
cock. I licked it clean all around and then he ordered 
me to hold it like that and go ahead and lick his 
balls. 

He made me lick his balls for a long time and I felt 
his cock growing in my hand. It just kept getting 
scarier.

"Alright, that's enough foreplay. Let's see how good a 
cocksucker you are," he said disdainfully.

I really hated the names he kept calling me. As soon as 
that thought crossed my mind I realized how ludicrous 
it was to be forced to do the things I was doing yet to 
be upset about the names. But I had other, more 
pressing matters to take care of. I didn't have time to 
contemplate life's little ironies right now.

I wet my lips and forced them over the head of his now 
hard cock. I moved my mouth down a little and then back 
to the tip. I can't really say that I learned how to do 
this from my experience with Kevin. He had cum so 
quickly and his penis was so much smaller. It was like 
apples and oranges. Or maybe string beans and cucumbers 
would be a better analogy.

He decided I needed more lessons and he ordered me to 
lick his balls while I watched how a woman was supposed 
to suck cock. I moved my tongue down and explored his 
balls while right before my eyes my mother leaned down 
and took his cock in her mouth. 

I watched in disbelief as she took more and more of it 
down with each stroke until she had the head of his 
cock in her throat and his entire organ was in her 
mouth. Her lips were tight against his stomach for a 
moment and then she started, slowly at first, to move 
her mouth up and down his shaft, taking it all with 
each down stroke. I was so fascinated that I just knelt 
there with my tongue on his balls and stared. I saw 
Kevin's face and he, too, was amazed. 

My mother nudged me discretely and I realized I was not 
doing what I had been told. I started licking again and 
we worked with our faces nearly touching, and sometimes 
touching, in my stepfather's crotch, until he started 
groaning and then I felt him tense up and thrust his 
hips up and he shot his cum right down my mother's 
throat.

I watched her swallow quickly and then just hold his 
cock in her mouth until he told us to stop. I 
straightened up my straining back and mom got back to 
her feet and we waited. 

Dad asked Kevin, "Well, boy, you ready for your first 
piece of ass?"

I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath. I waited 
quietly, wondering which one of us Kevin was going to 
fuck.

Kevin was smiling like a jackass. He was turning into 
the same kind of animal that I had recently come to 
understand that my stepfather was. I didn't think that 
I liked Kevin anymore.

"Yes sir!" Kevin said, the excitement evident in both 
his voice and his reacquired erection bobbing right by 
my cheek.

Mom was ordered to lie on the floor in the middle of 
the room and give Kevin any help he needed. My 
stepfather pulled me up and into his lap and we watched 
my mom and Kevin have sex while my father slipped a 
long, fat, finger inside my pussy and toyed with my 
hymen.

Kevin climbed quickly on top of my mom and, with her 
help, slid his small cock into her. He got a look on 
his face like he was in heaven or something. Then he 
started moving in and out of her, very fast with short 
little strokes. After all that I had experienced 
already this afternoon, fucking didn't seem that 
remarkable. The most interesting part was the way my 
mom's boobs jiggled around on her chest from the force 
of Kevin's fucking.

After he came in my mom, Kevin collapsed on top of her 
for a minute and played with her boobs. Then he rose to 
his knees and stood up. As he was standing up Pug 
whispered in my ear, "Watch this, you will have to do 
this too. It's what sluts do."

I almost threw up as I watched my mother sit up and 
take Kevin's wet, slimy little cock into her mouth and 
suck it clean. Then she did the same thing with his 
little balls.

At last it was time for Kevin to go home. My dad, I 
hated calling him that now, Pug, told him that he was 
welcome to come back any time. He could use either me 
or my mother in any way that he liked, except that he 
could not fuck my pussy, as long as he didn't tell 
anyone, ever, about what happened here. Not his best 
friend, not his parents, nobody. Pug assured Kevin that 
if he ended up in jail, he had friends that would make 
sure Kevin, and whoever he told, ended up dead.

Kevin, the rotten little bastard that I had thought was 
my friend, gave his word of honor. Yeah, like he knew 
what honor was!

After he left I started to get dressed but Pug stopped 
me. "There doesn't seem to be any more need for that 
charade," he said. "From now on you two don't wear 
clothes in the house. Gina," he continued, "go make 
supper, then, after Dani cleans up the kitchen you two 
can go somewhere and talk for a while. Make sure you 
let her know what will be expected of her."

I picked up my clothes and my mother's from the floor 
and took them to our rooms. Then I went to the bathroom 
and brushed my teeth to get the taste of cock and cum 
out of my mouth before supper.

I went into the kitchen to see if my mom needed any 
help and since she had things under control I set the 
table and then waited out of the way in the kitchen, 
watching my mother working in the nude and I wondered 
how she could have let Pug and Kevin do the things that 
they had done to me. Not to mention what they had done 
to her.

Supper was quiet and when it was over Pug went into the 
living room and watched TV. Mom and I cleaned up the 
kitchen and the dining room and then we went to my 
room.

It was so strange to be naked all the time, and to look 
at my mother and see her naked all the time. I couldn't 
help wondering if my breasts were going to look like 
hers someday. They were large and firm and didn't seem 
to sag at all. Even I was able to see that they were 
sexy.

As soon as the door to my room was closed my mother 
hugged me tight and cried and told me how sorry she 
was. It felt funny having her naked boobs rubbing on me 
like that, but she just acted like we had clothes on, 
so I tried to do that too.

I just looked at her, waiting for her to start talking. 
For a long time, though, she just sat on my bed beside 
me and stared at her hands.

I finally had to ask her how she, how US got into this 
mess.

She wiped her eyes with a tissue and blew her nose and 
took a few deep breaths. "When I met Pug I had been 
alone for more than nine years. Well, not alone, you 
were there. But having a child is not like having a 
friend, a companion, a lover. I was so lonely and I 
guess I was the perfect match for him. He was strong 
and assertive and he took over. He took over my whole 
life! And I didn't mind at all. It made me feel safe. 
And I did love him. I didn't worry about you growing up 
without a father anymore, or me losing my job and 
becoming homeless. It was obvious that before very long 
you loved him as much as I did. He has a way about 
him!"

I had to agree with that.

"Things started changing slowly," she continued. "The 
changes even made sense at first. I welcomed them. 
Well, most of them. I guess he must have been right. I 
am a natural submissive. There is no other way to 
explain it. He started out taking control of the house 
and the money. Before long he wasn't asking me what I 
wanted, or what I wanted to do, he was telling me. At 
first I didn't even realize it. When I did... well, I 
kind of liked it."

"Then he started changing the way I dressed and the way 
I acted. In the beginning I was nervous. I wasn't used 
to wearing the kinds of clothing that he liked me to 
wear. But after a while I got used to it and even 
started feeling sexy when I wore those short skirts and 
see-through tops. The big hurdle came later when he 
made me stop wearing underwear. I shall never forget 
what happened in the living room this afternoon, and I 
shall never forget the first time he took me out in a 
see-through blouse with nothing under it. It was, up to 
that point, the most humiliating thing that I had ever 
done. The thing is though, that he enjoys humiliating 
me. He keeps finding new and better ways of doing it. 
He is going to do that with you too baby. I'm sorry."

I didn't have enough of a clue about what would be 
happening to me, what would be done to me, to really 
worry about that right then. I knew what humiliation 
was. I felt it deeply when I undressed in front of Pug 
and Kevin. I didn't know that was the tip of the 
iceberg.

"I should probably tell you some of the things I have 
had to do, since you will have to do them too, maybe 
not right away, but eventually. I don't know how much 
longer he will wait to take your virginity. He is not a 
patient man. I don't think it will be long. It began 
for me after I started wearing the new clothes he 
bought for me. We would go out in the afternoon and he 
would make me walk alone in see-through blouses and I 
would have to stick my chest out and walk slow and 
smile at the men who stared. 

"Sometimes we would go somewhere to eat, or for a 
drink, and he would make me sit with my legs spread 
wide and my skirt pulled up. It was obvious that it was 
not an accident that my pussy was exposed. Things went 
on like that for a long time. Every time I got used to 
some indignity he would find another one to amuse 
himself. The next major hurdle came when he took me out 
one day and we went to the home of a friend of his. As 
soon as we got inside I was ordered to strip. I 
hesitated and he whipped his belt out and pummeled my 
ass with it, right in front of his friend. He beat me 
until I begged to be allowed to undress in front of him 
and his friend."

"At first they just looked at me, watched me as I went 
to fetch drinks or snacks for them. Then Pug's friend 
started touching me. I begged Pug to take me home. 
Instead they both undressed and I had sex with them all 
evening, over and over, every way that there was. Ways 
I hadn't even imagined."

"Not long after that it happened again, then with 
another of Pug's friends, then with both of his friends 
at the same time. Then the recording started. Before 
long I had a camera pointed at me all the time. Every 
weird and kinky sex act you could imagine, I did it, 
and they recorded it."

"By then of course, I had surrendered myself to Pug. I 
followed his rules, I dressed to please him, I fucked 
who and where he wanted me to fuck. A couple of months 
ago he told me that you were old enough now. He was 
going to start involving you in our games. I drew the 
line. I absolutely refused. My mother instinct finally 
kicked in I guess."

"But it was too late. He told me that if I tried to 
interfere, if I did not, in fact, help, he would take 
me to court and with the recordings he had made he 
would get custody of you and I would never see you 
again. I didn't know what to do. The best I could 
figure was that, if I did what he wanted, if I let him 
have you, at least I could be here to help what little 
bit he would let me help."

"I'm sorry darling. I know it sucks. I know you must 
think I am the worst mother in the world. You are 
probably right. But I have no choice. As awful as it 
seems, I am so weak that I would probably go along even 
if he wasn't holding the movies over my head. It seems 
like there is no bottom. I just keep going lower and 
lower."

"Now, the rules, there aren't that many, but things can 
quickly get unpleasant if you don't obey them. You 
already know one of them. You never cover up, ever." 
She grabbed my chin and made sure she had my attention 
and said, "You gotta listen baby, and you gotta 
remember. He can make you hurt so bad if you don't."

I nodded. I hoped I could remember. I was in a daze; my 
brain seemed to be fogged over. It was just too much 
for an eleven year old girl.

"You never say 'no' and you always say 'Sir'."

I nodded again.

"I'm sorry baby," she said, quietly, almost as if she 
were talking to herself. "I can't help you. I'm too 
weak."

That was the beginning. Life got hard after that. Kevin 
came over every day after school and most weekends. 
Sometimes he even made me go to some empty room or 
broom closet at school and suck his cock during lunch. 
Pug made me dress like a slut. Well, that's not quite 
right. Pug made me a slut, and then he made me dress 
appropriately. He invited his friends over all the time 
and they had orgies with mom and me. They filmed 
everything. 

Sometimes he took us to a private club somewhere. We 
were always blindfolded on the way there and back. Some 
nights at the club weren't so bad. Mom and I would have 
to pose for pictures until they got bored, nasty 
pictures. Then everyone would get a little relief from 
my mom or me and go home. But nobody got hurt. 

Sometimes it wasn't so easy. Sometimes there were large 
groups of men who raped us, over and over, for hours. 
Sometimes one or both of us were tied up and tortured. 
Needles, wax, clothespins, whips, and things that I 
didn't even know what they were, only that they hurt, 
bad.

When I was fourteen I got knocked up. But the torture 
continued. I was terrified they were going to hurt my 
baby. Or wait until she was eleven and then start 
torturing her too. 

They watched my belly get bigger and they filmed me 
doing all kinds of nasty things with my big belly, 
things that seemed dangerous to me.

So one day I didn't come home from school. I figured I 
couldn't get any worse off. I had squirreled away about 
fifty dollars. Not much, but I was not allowed to have 
money so it was difficult, and dangerous. I took off 
instead of going to school. By midnight I was three 
states away.

I found a nice, medium sized city on the other side of 
the country and, with a lot of effort and some luck, 
and a little help from some nice people, I started 
over. 

After Melody was born and things settled down, I found 
a reliable daycare center and got a dead end job. With 
food stamps and assistance with daycare I was getting 
by. I took the GED test and did well on it. Turns out I 
am not as dumb as I thought I was. Then I started going 
to night school at the local Technical College and got 
a nursing degree. 

I was working my butt off, but my daughter, my 
beautiful Melody, loved school and was smart and as 
close to an angel as a nine year old can be. And she 
was safe. There was nobody to torture her or turn her 
into a sex slave.

Then, one morning when I had finally gotten my head 
straight and more or less gotten over the past, there 
was a knock at the door and, lo and behold, my darling 
daddy.

I couldn't think. I knew that he wasn't bluffing. If I 
kicked him out he would get custody of Melody. If I 
called the cops it would be my word against his movie. 
If I ran away again he would find me, if he didn't 
actually have someone watching me just in case. But if 
I caved, how could I protect my daughter from him. 

I knew the answer to that question. I couldn't. I knew 
that if I went back home with him, then before long I 
would have to watch my daughter serving as his sex 
slave. And just like I had watched my mother surrender 
to his perverted whims, my daughter would see me in 
that same position, starting immediately.

Pug was ignoring me. He was sitting back watching my 
highlights movie on our little TV. I could see that he 
had an erection. I had not seen a cock since I ran away 
nine years ago, at least, not outside of my work at the 
hospital. I wasn't anxious to see another one, 
especially his. He glanced at me and saw where I was 
looking. He smiled and said, "When you finally come to 
the inevitable conclusion, get your ass over here and 
take care of this." Then he went back to watching TV.

I looked at the TV and saw that the current segment was 
of Kevin fucking me when I was about twelve. After Pug 
took my virginity, and in this case "took" is the right 
word, and had spent nearly a week fucking me at least 
once a day, he gave Kevin permission to start using my 
pussy. 

Pug had turned Kevin from the nice guy next door into a 
smaller version of himself. He came over everyday after 
school and my mother and I would be in the house, naked 
of course. Sometimes he would have sex with me and 
sometimes with my mom, but often it was with both of 
us. Sometimes we would both suck his cock. Or one of us 
would suck him, or get on top of him and fuck him while 
the other one sat on his face so that he could lick her 
pussy. One of his favorite things to do was to fuck me 
while my mother attempted to lick his balls.

I wonder if he still lives in the area. I wonder if he 
is still an asshole.

I finally gave in to the inevitable. I stood up and 
walked over to Pug. I knelt down, unbuckled his belt, 
then I unfastened his pants. I pulled his pants and 
shorts down to his ankles. He spread his knees and I 
started to bend down and suck his cock.

"Hold on," he said, and I looked up to see what he 
wanted. "You know I like my cocksuckers naked."

I sighed, despair sweeping over me as I stood up and 
undressed. As I was taking my bra and panties off he 
said, "You should be thanking me, now you won't have to 
wear that shit anymore."

I knelt back down, and bent down to take his large cock 
into my mouth and throat for the first time in nine 
years. I had not, in all of those years, taken a cock 
into my mouth. I had not even seen one outside of the 
hospital, and they don't count. It was very hard to get 
good at it again, especially the throat part. I really 
struggled to take him into my throat and at last he got 
impatient and used his hands to force my head down and 
finally it was done. Something about that first time, 
it's a barrier that is hard to cross. It was still hard 
after that, but I knew from experience that it would 
get easier.

I sucked him until I felt that he was getting ready to 
cum. Then, as he had taught me, I began to lightly 
tickle his balls with my fingertips until he filled my 
mouth with his spend.

I choked and gagged a little, but he just watched in 
amusement until I finally managed to get it under 
control and swallow his load. Then I licked him clean 
and knelt waiting for his next command.

He patted me on the head and said, "Not bad, obviously 
out of practice. Don't worry; you'll be good again in 
no time."

"Sir," I said, slipping back into my old habits, 
"Melanie will be home soon and I need to get dressed."

"No, she might as well get used to seeing you like 
this." 

As the tears started rolling down my cheeks he said, 
"Why don't you use that sweet mouth of yours to get me 
hard again. I have really missed that nice, tight pussy 
of yours. I want to take it for a little ride."

I bent back down and licked his cock and his balls and 
then started gently sucking on his cock. Pug had always 
had remarkable powers of recuperation and it wasn't 
long at all before he was hard and throbbing in my 
mouth. 

"You want to fuck out here or take me into your 
bedroom?" he asked. 

"In my bedroom, please Sir," I said, thinking of how 
little time there was before my daughter came home. I 
stood up and started to lead him to my bedroom but he 
said, "No, I don't think so, not this time."

He pushed me down to my knees, turned me so that I 
faced the front door, and then he knelt behind me and, 
after a little fumbling, forced his hard cock all the 
way into me in one hard stroke. It had been so long! 
God, for just a moment I didn't think about who was 
doing it and what the circumstances were, for a moment 
it just felt good. Then I realized that I was here, on 
my knees facing the front door because he wanted my 
Melody to come in and see me like this.

He fucked me slowly, taking long gentle strokes. It was 
very unlike his normal fuck, which always was more like 
a violent rape than anything else. I couldn't help it, 
as terrified as I was that my baby would see me like 
this, it just felt so fucking good!

I was getting close when suddenly the front door opened 
and my daughter rushed in and closed the door, not even 
seeing me at first, all wrapped up in her own little 
world.

I tried to pull away, but Pug held my hips firmly and 
kept stroking into me. Melody finally looked up and saw 
us and came to a screeching halt with her mouth wide 
open.

Pug spoke to Melody, calmly, as if we were sitting in 
chairs fully dressed and nobody in the room was getting 
fucked.

"Hi sweetheart, I bet you don't know who I am." Melody 
shook her head and he said, "I am your grandfather. 
Your mother is my daughter. I came to take you two back 
home to live with me and your grandmother. Isn't that 
exciting?"

All the while he continued pumping into me. It had been 
feeling pretty good until the front door opened. Now I 
was cold inside as I felt my new life come tumbling 
down around me. 

"Mommy?" Melody said, obviously disturbed by what she 
was seeing. "What is he doing to you? Is he my 
grandfather?"

I tried to keep my voice steady as I forced myself to 
answer her questions. "Yes baby, he is your 
grandfather. He is having intercourse with me. 
Intercourse is something that grownups do sometimes. 
You go to your room and change out of your school 
clothes now."

Pug interjected, "Dani! I have just met my 
granddaughter for the first time; don't send her out of 
the room! Sweetheart, you come over here and sit down 
on the couch so we can talk."

Melody knew at a gut level that this was not something 
she should be watching. But when I didn't say anything 
she walked over to the couch, staying as far from Pug 
and me as she could.

Melody watched us for a minute or two; Pug continued 
his long, slow fucking. Then she asked, "Mommy, what's 
innercourse?"

"Intercourse, sweetie," I corrected reluctantly. 
"Usually it is what a husband and wife do when they 
make love, after they get married. But in our family it 
is something different than that. It is when a man puts 
his sex organ, his penis, into a woman's sex organ, a 
vagina. Then he moves it in and out until he gets a 
nice feeling and then he is done. Remember when you saw 
those dogs and mommy explained it all to you?"

"I guess," she said, obviously confused by what she was 
seeing.

I felt him speed up and then he grabbed my hips and 
slammed into me, more like his normal rape stroke for a 
few more minutes and then he came. I was relieved that 
it was over, but afraid of what came next. He slipped 
his cock free and got up and sat down beside Melody. I 
looked at him, pleading with my eyes. But I saw the 
look on his face and I knew I would regret it if I 
didn't do what was expected me.

I swiveled around and, as my daughter watched in 
disbelief, I leaned forward and sucked Pug's cock 
clean. When at last I was done I sat up on my heels. I 
felt the cum dripping out of my slit and I stood up and 
started for the bathroom. 

"Hold on there Dani, come back over here," Pug said. 
Then he turned to Melody and said, "Is that the first 
time you ever saw two people fucking, sweetheart?"

"Yes sir," she said, not sure if she wanted to talk to 
him, and certainly uncomfortable talking about sex.

"Well darlin', you are going to have to get used to it 
because there is always a lot of it going on at our 
house. I bet you have never even seen a man with no 
clothes on before, have you?"

"No sir," she said. She kept looking at me, waiting for 
me to make everything normal again, and I couldn't.

"Dani," Pug said, "Show Melody what comes out of a 
man's cock when he cums in a cunt."

I blanched at both the language and the order. I should 
have driven a steak knife through his heart as soon as 
he came into my house!

"Melody," I began reluctantly, "a man's penis, his sex 
organ, is sometimes called a cock. And some people, 
vulgar people (I knew I would pay for that), call a 
woman's sex organ, her vagina, a cunt. When they have 
intercourse the man puts his cock in the woman's cunt 
and moves it in and out like your grandfather showed 
you until he gets a real good feeling and then a white 
cream comes out of the hole in the end of his cock and 
goes into the woman." I reached down and scooped up a 
couple of fingers full of the slimy cum running down my 
thigh and held them out so that she could see it.

She wrinkled up her nose and said, "Yuck!"

I reminded her that she needed to go change out of her 
school clothes and she tried to stand up. Pug started 
to stop her, but I was not going to leave the two of 
them alone in the room. I guess he saw the defiance in 
my face and he let her go. After all, he had plenty of 
time.

My daughter went to change clothes and I went to the 
bathroom and got cleaned up. I came back out and 
reminded him quickly and quietly that he had said he 
would leave my daughter alone. 

He promised again that he would, but I knew he was 
lying. I was sure that she was the reason he was here.

I picked up my clothes but he wouldn't let me dress. He 
said, "We'll find you something to wear a little later. 
You got a baby sitter?"

I nodded. 

"See if she can come over after supper so you and me 
can go out and get a drink."

It was starting again. I knew what he meant by go out 
for a drink. He would be showing me off to strange men, 
probably even letting some of them fuck me. At the very 
least I could count on having to give a few blowjobs to 
an occasional smelly drunk.

I called Kara, the sixteen year old that I used for 
baby sitting and she said she would be happy to sit for 
me after supper. Then I went into the kitchen and made 
supper. 

Melody was obviously uncomfortable with our nudity, but 
there was nothing I could do about that. After supper I 
told Melody that Kara would be sitting for her and we 
were going out for a little while. That was fine with 
her, she loved Kara.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went into my bedroom to 
try to find something to wear that was sexy enough that 
Pug wouldn't feel the need to modify it with a pair of 
scissors.

I didn't have anymore slut clothes. As soon as I left 
that purgatory I had lived in I had become normal as 
quickly as possible. I was a very conservative person 
and I dressed that way. I started looking at the 
dresses hanging in my small closet. I was not well off 
and I didn't have a lot. As I was looking I heard a 
noise and turned around to find Pug behind me, dressed, 
finally. 

"I bet you ain't got shit to wear, do you?"

"No," I said. "Once I left you I bought all normal 
clothes."

He shook his head in disgust and moved me out of the 
way. He looked through my tops and none of them were 
even translucent, much less transparent. They were 
unacceptable. He looked at my dresses and one after the 
other he pushed them aside with a look on his face that 
said, "Where did I go wrong with this girl!"

Finally he pulled out a wraparound sundress and I put 
it on. I knew he would be unhappy. It was knee length 
and not transparent anywhere. 

It was a relief to be dressed at last. I quickly 
brushed my teeth and my hair and slipped on a pair of 
shoes and since Kara had arrived while I was getting 
ready we left.

Pug led me to his old van and started driving. I don't 
think he knew where he was going, but he drove around 
until he found the part of town that interested him, 
the part of town with the strip clubs and adult 
bookstores and tattoo parlors and bars.

He parked in front of an adult bookstore and we got 
out. I knew that he had taken my mother to several of 
these back home, but I was always too young and he 
couldn't get me in. Now I was twenty-three and we 
walked right in. 

I was the only woman in the store, of course. I was 
surrounded by pornography of the nastiest kinds. All 
the men were watching me, some surreptitiously, most 
staring openly. Pug led me around and I stood near him 
as he looked at some of the magazines and a few of the 
movies. Then we drifted into the section where the toys 
were. In addition to the dildos and vibrators and such, 
there was a small selection of slut clothing. 

The clerk came over and asked if he could help us. Pug 
said that he wanted me to try on a couple of the items 
on display. He pointed out a tiny halter top that said, 
"It ain't gonna lick itself!" and a skirt that was so 
short that a cheerleader couldn't wear it.

I told him my sizes and the clerk went into the 
storeroom and brought out the items. Pug took them from 
the clerk and as the clerk started to tell me that I 
would have to use the restroom because they didn't have 
fitting rooms, Pug said, "That's okay, she don't need 
one."

Nine years ago, just before I ran away, I could have 
done this easily. Not happily, but easily. It was so 
hard now. I slowly unfastened the belt on my dress and 
then the small hidden buttons holding it closed. I 
slipped it off and Pug took it and handed me the skirt. 
I saw that every man in the store was gathered around 
and watching as I stepped into the skirt and buttoned 
it around my waist. I looked down and saw that if it 
did actually cover my pussy, and I wasn't sure that it 
did, it was just barely.

Then he handed me the top and I slipped it on quickly. 
When the men saw what it said they chuckled and made 
some rude comments. Pug turned to them and said, "If 
one of you guys will pay for the top, you can lick it 
all you want."

The men were silent for a moment and then one of them 
said, "How much?"

The clerk said, "Twelve dollars, plus tax."

"Sold!" he called out.

I assumed we would go out to the van, or into a side 
room, silly me. The man stepped forward and pushed me 
into a low armchair at the end of the aisle. He knelt 
on the dirty floor and pushed my legs wide apart, with 
a crowd of men watching closely. Then he attacked my 
pussy with his mouth. He wasn't that good, but he was 
enthusiastic and before long I felt myself nearing the 
first orgasm in nine years that wasn't by my own hand. 
I closed my eyes and tried to keep it discrete, but I 
was thrusting my hips up to meet his mouth and moaning 
in pleasure. Then it was happening. I grabbed his hair 
and pulled him hard into my crotch and came all over 
his face. Then I collapsed in embarrassment.

While I had been diverted, Pug had gotten someone else 
to pay for the skirt and as soon as the man between my 
knees stood up another man knelt in front of me with a 
long, hard cock sticking out of his pants. Before I 
fully realized what was happening he was plunging it 
into me. The men really enjoyed the way my breasts 
swayed violently with each thrust of the man's cock and 
I was still a little high on hormones from having some 
stranger eat me out, so before long I was ready to cum 
around this man's cock. As soon as I felt him stiffen 
up and pump his load into me that is just what I did. 

I wanted to rest for a minute, but I knew what would 
happen if I didn't finish the job. As soon as the man 
stood up I leaned forward and sucked him clean. That 
was a definite crowd pleaser. They also enjoyed it when 
Pug made me scoop up the cum drooling out of my pussy 
and eat it. 

Pug had gotten what he had come for and he pulled me to 
my feet and back out to the van. He drove up and down 
the street a couple of times and finally picked out a 
bar. We parked and I followed him inside. We each got a 
beer and then he turned around to look at the bar and 
its patrons. I sipped on my beer and wondered what the 
next indignity would be.

We were on our second beer when Pug ordered me to turn 
around on my stool and look pretty. It was starting.

He stood up and started going around to the men at the 
tables. I looked around and saw that I was the only 
female in the place. Pug stopped at each table and as 
he talked the men would look at me and then back at 
him. I knew it was going to end in sex, I just wasn't 
sure where or how many men.

After he had been to all of the tables he went over to 
the man behind the bar. He talked to him for a few 
minutes and then he came over and pulled me off of my 
stool and I followed the bartender and Pug to a back 
room. There was a small cot against the wall and Pug 
pulled the nasty, bare mattress off of it and dropped 
it on the floor. Then he held out his hand and I knew 
what was expected. I slipped off my little slut top and 
my little slut skirt and the bartender stared at me in 
awe for a moment until Pug said, "Alright girl, it's 
time to pay the man for the use of the room."

I walked over to the bartender and put my arms around 
him and kissed him. He put both hands on my ass and 
kissed me back. But he wasn't here for foreplay. He 
stepped back and pulled his pants and shorts down and 
pushed on my shoulders. I dropped down without even a 
thought of resisting and took his smelly cock into my 
mouth. He was already hard and I easily took his 
average sized cock all the way down. He was impressed 
and I heard him exclaim, "Holy shit!" 

I sucked him enthusiastically. I seemed to be regaining 
my talent in that area. He came quickly and I swallowed 
right away. Then I licked him clean and helped him with 
his pants. 

Pug said, "Wait here," and then he and the bartender 
walked out together. I looked out the door when they 
opened it and I saw a line of men. I wondered how many 
I would be fucking tonight.

Then it started. Mostly they came in one at a time and 
I did whatever they wanted. A couple of times two of 
them came in together. It didn't matter to me. I sucked 
them and licked them and fucked them with my pussy and 
my ass. And I always cleaned them up afterwards.

There was nothing in here I could use as a rag to clean 
myself on, and after every few fucks I had to scoop up 
the cum and swallow it. I knew that if anyone 
complained to Pug that I was too sloppy or too messy to 
fuck that I would be punished. It went on for hours. I 
guess he wasn't charging very much because it seemed 
like just about everyone that had been out front came 
in, and then some.

Pug finally came back and collected me. As I was 
dressing in my new slut outfit he said, 
"Congratulations, you just paid for the trip home. I 
think that's only right since it's your fault I had to 
come and get your ass."

"Yes sir," I said. That was the only appropriate 
response most times when talking to Pug. Just about 
anything else got you into trouble.

I was allowed to use the restroom before leaving and I 
cleaned up as much as I could before we left. I had to 
give him directions to get back to my house. We went in 
and I paid Kara and I checked on Melody before I went 
to bed, with Pug.

I woke up during the night and Pug wasn't there. I 
panicked and shot out of bed and went to Melody's room. 
Pug was in there, standing over her, looking down and 
playing with his cock. I watched for a minute and then 
he realized I was there and he went back to bed. I 
excused myself so that I could get a glass of water. 

While I was drinking the water my eyes fell on the 
little wooden block holding my sharp knives. I would 
not normally have had the nerve, but finding him in 
Melody's room, knowing that leaving here with him was 
tantamount to surrendering my daughter to this beast, I 
knew what I had to do. 

I grabbed the biggest, sharpest knife I owned and hid 
it behind my back. I turned out the light and walked 
quietly but purposefully back to my bedroom. Pug was 
lying on his stomach and when I came in he said, "Since 
we're up anyway, why don't you get down there and eat 
out my ass for a little while, slut."

I walked to the side of the bed and I didn't even 
hesitate. I was terrified, of course, not of what I was 
about to do, but of failing.

I didn't fail. The knife sliced right into his neck 
like butter. He didn't die instantly, he gasped for air 
for a few seconds, but I had damaged his spinal cord. 
He couldn't move. He just gasped and quivered until he 
was dead. There wasn't even that much blood. I cleaned 
myself off in the bathroom. Then I went to Melody's 
room and told her to get up and get dressed.

I called Kara's mother. I apologized for calling at 
such an ungodly hour, but I told her that I had an 
emergency and I had to get Melody out of the house for 
a while because there were going to be police here in a 
few minutes. Kara's mother, Monica, and I had been 
friends for a long time. But I never let myself get too 
close to anyone so it wasn't like we were best friends 
or anything. But she is a nice person and a good friend 
and she was at my door in minutes. 

She asked what was wrong and if she could help. I 
thought she deserved some explanation, but I didn't 
want Melody to hear it so I had her wait out in the car 
with Kara. 

When she left I said, "Monica, I was abused as a child. 
My stepfather raped me on a daily basis, and shared 
with his friends and strangers alike. I finally ran 
away when they got me pregnant at the age of fourteen. 
He found me today. He came to get me. He came for 
Melody. He was going to take us back and do all of 
those things to her and I couldn't stand it so I killed 
him. I don't know if I can prove it, so I don't know 
how long I will be gone. I imagine if they charge me 
then Child Services will come for Melody. But that will 
be better than what was going to happen to her.

Monica was crying harder than I was by the time I 
finished. She hugged me and promised to take care of 
Melody. As soon as they left I called the police. I 
figured it wasn't an emergency because he couldn't get 
any deader, so I called on the regular number and told 
the desk sergeant that I had just killed my stepfather 
for raping me.

He paused for a moment and got my name and address and 
then he sent a car over. He kept me on the phone while 
I was waiting and, after he read me my rights over the 
phone he kept asking me questions. It was rather 
annoying when I had to answer them again when the 
patrolmen got there. And then again when I was 
delivered to the police station and turned over to the 
homicide detectives. I managed to take that tape Pug 
had brought so that they could see some of what I had 
been through. 

I told them everything. I was as honest and open as I 
could be. They looked at the tape and they contacted 
the cops back home who promptly sent a car out to my 
mother's house. At first she wouldn't talk to them. Not 
until she found out I had killed Pug. Then she told 
them everything. And she turned over his entire movie 
collection. All the evidence they could need.

The cops from home called the local cops and told them 
what they had found. The local cops called the DA's 
Office and I went through it all again with two people 
from the DA's Office. Then they left me alone for a 
while. 

I had been at the police station all night. I was 
surprised at how nice everyone was. I fully expected to 
be arrested and thrown into a cell right away. I hadn't 
even seen a cell yet!

It was eight AM when they finally reached a decision. I 
would not be charged with murder. The DA had started 
pushing for voluntary manslaughter but apparently he 
spoke with the people back home who had been viewing 
all those movies I had starred in and the more they 
told him the less inclined he was to prosecute. I was 
finally given a ride home and told that I should let 
them know if I moved, just in case they had anymore 
questions.

I thanked them for being so understanding. They gave me 
a ride home and then I drove over to get Melody. I told 
Monica and Kara what had happened and they told me if I 
needed anything to please let them know. It sounded 
like they meant it!

I took Melody home and she had a lot of questions. And 
I had a lot of things to try to explain to a nine year 
old who really was too young to understand most of it. 

Then I had to shop for a new mattress.

I finally got some sleep on the couch for a few hours. 
When I woke up I started wondering about my mother. I 
called their old number and mom answered. As soon as I 
identified myself she hung up. I guess she was upset 
that I had killed her husband.

Things are back to normal for Melody and me. It has 
been a couple of months and I had to go in to the 
station once to sign some statements, but that was 
about it, I guess.

The story was in the paper for a few days. I had to 
convince my head nurse that I wasn't a serial murderer. 
Beyond that they didn't seem to care at work that I had 
just killed my stepfather.

The only thing is, gee it was nice getting fucked 
again! Maybe I could use a boyfriend.


The Prequel
-----------

Author's Note: I have had some requests to go into more 
detail about Dani's life between the age of eleven when 
she was first abused by her stepfather and the age 
fourteen when she finally ran away. Since I am not in 
the middle of anything at the moment I thought I would 
give writing a prequel a shot.

***

I was raised by a single mom until I was nine. I didn't 
much notice that my family wasn't like everyone else's 
until I was five or six. They say you can't miss what 
you never had, but I can recall lying in bed at night 
and fantasizing about having a loving, protecting 
father to watch over me and take me and my mom places. 
The older I got the more often I indulged in that 
fantasy. But the man in my fantasy never had a face.

My mother almost never dated during those years. I 
could count on the fingers of one hand the times she 
had gone out with someone when I was younger. And I 
don't recall her ever going on a second date with 
anyone. Not until she met Pug Franklin. 

Pug seemed to be everything my mother was looking for 
in a man. He was big and strong and a real "take 
charge" kind of guy. He had his own business and knew 
what he wanted out of life. In many ways he was the 
archetypical male chauvinist pig. He was just exactly 
what the average women's libber was up in arms about. 
And just exactly the kind of man my mother was looking 
for. 

Pug recognized the submissive streak in my mother 
immediately. He had found the woman he was looking for, 
and the fact that she had a cute little daughter was a 
huge bonus. He started taking over our lives. He began 
in the traditional way, taking my mother out to dinner 
and a movie. Mom was swept right off of her feet.

So was I. Almost immediately Pug started including me 
in their dates. He would take us to the zoo, or to a 
movie. We went to the circus when it came to town. He 
courted me just like he did my mother, and I fell for 
him just like my mom did. Now the loving, protective 
father in my fantasies had a face. He looked just 
exactly like Pug. When Pug would pick me up and hold me 
in his lap I was so happy I could almost purr.

I guess he had mom purring too, because within four 
months of their first meeting they were engaged. Two 
months later they were married. Mom and I moved out of 
our apartment into Pug's nice large house. It was the 
first time we had ever lived in a house. It was a very 
exciting time. And Pug spoiled me rotten. He was always 
bringing me little presents home. All of those dolls 
that my friends had but mom could never afford to give 
me. He built me a huge doll house. If a genie had given 
me three wishes right then, there would have been 
nothing for me to wish for. I had it all. 

The entire first year that we lived with Pug was pretty 
close to heaven. Mom was just as happy as I was. She 
had quit her job at Pug's insistence and was now a stay 
at home mom. She happily cooked and cleaned and waited 
on Pug hand and foot. 

There were never any arguments. Mom always did as she 
was told, and so did I. But after a year Pug started 
making changes. One evening Pug told mom that he 
thought that she was a beautiful woman and it was time 
that she started dressing more like it. He told her 
that the next day, Saturday, we would go shopping for a 
new wardrobe for her. He said that she needed to start 
wearing shorter skirts and sexier tops, showing off a 
little.

My mother was not happy to hear that. She was a very 
shy and conservative person. From the sounds I heard 
coming from their bedroom from time to time she enjoyed 
sex. But sex and sexuality and sexiness were all 
reserved for Pug and only in the bedroom. She tried to 
explain to him that she was quite happy with the 
clothing she had now and it wasn't necessary to go 
spending a lot of money on clothes that she probably 
wouldn't even wear.

I was in the room for this discussion, but not really 
paying much attention. For some reason, though, I had 
been looking at Pug when my mother said that. The look 
that came over his face terrified me, and I think my 
mother too.

Pug stood up and took my mother's hand and pulled her 
along quickly to their bedroom. I only heard, "DON'T 
YOU EVER" before the door slammed and then I could only 
hear his loud but indistinct voice coming from the back 
of the house. 

I didn't know what was going on, but I was scared. I 
didn't know if they were coming back out to the living 
room and it was almost my bed time so I picked up my 
things and turned the light off and went to my bedroom. 
I put my pajamas on and went to bed and lay there in 
the dark wondering what had happened.

It was probably fifteen minutes later that Pug came in 
and said goodnight. He sat on the edge of the bed and 
said that he was sorry I had to see that. He explained 
that sometimes my mother forgot her place and needed 
correcting. It didn't mean that he didn't still love 
her. He sat me up and hugged me close and said, "And of 
course I will always love you Dani."

Pug kissed me on the forehead and laid me back down and 
tucked me and said goodnight and all was well with the 
world again. I wasn't sure what my mother had done, but 
I was glad that he had gotten it straightened out.

The next day at breakfast mom was very quiet, not her 
usual chipper self. But Pug acted like everything was 
normal and he wasn't mad so I just ate my breakfast and 
Pug and I talked about school.

After breakfast I was cleaning off the table and 
helping clean up the kitchen. The trash can was full so 
I tied the bag up and pulled it out of the can and took 
it out back to the garbage can. To my amazement I saw 
that both cans were full to overflowing and there were 
large trash bags piled beside them. I looked inside a 
few of them and realized that all of my mother's 
clothes had been thrown away!

I went back inside and started to ask my mom what was 
going on but she shushed me. I replaced the trash bag 
and went to sit down in my seat at the kitchen table 
but Pug grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. 

"You curious about what happened to your mother's 
clothes, Dani?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Your mom is a beautiful woman, isn't she?" he asked.

I guess most kids think their mom's are beautiful. But 
my mom really was. She had long blonde hair and pretty 
blue eyes. She had a figure like one of the girl's in 
Pug's "Playboy Magazine". I know because he left them 
all around the house and he didn't mind if I looked at 
them. Mom had tried to object but Pug insisted that I 
would benefit from them.

I said, "Yes sir, mom is the prettiest woman I ever 
saw!"

"I think so too," said Pug. "But she dresses like an 
old bag lady or something! So today we are going to go 
shopping and buy her a bunch of pretty clothes so she 
can stop hiding how pretty she is. Maybe we'll even buy 
you a dress or two. Okay?"

I didn't know what my mom could possibly be so upset 
about. That sounded like a great idea to me. I know I 
would love to be getting a whole bunch of new clothes! 
I nodded my agreement to Pug and he gave me a hug and 
kissed my cheek and put me back down.

Then we went shopping. It was the strangest shopping 
trip ever. We went to the mall first. But we didn't get 
much there. We went to Victoria's Secret and Pug and 
mom picked out some real pretty, lacy underwear. But 
not much because Pug said she only needed underwear for 
special occasions. They also bought me some new 
panties. I had no need for a bra yet.

We stopped in a store that sold kids clothes and Pug 
bought me two dresses. Mom thought that they were too 
short but one look from Pug and she shut up.

After Pug had paid for the dresses he picked out for me 
we went out to the car and he drove to a place called 
Sweet Nothings. We went in and when I looked around I 
saw that it was sort of like Victoria's Secret except 
they had more dresses and blouses and stuff than 
underwear. 

Pug started picking out clothes for mom and handing 
them to her. When her arms were full we went to the 
changing rooms. There were several of them lined up 
along one wall of the store. There was a man waiting 
for a girl in one of the booths to try something on. 
And there was another man who was apparently alone and 
shopping for something for his wife I guess. So I was 
really surprised when Pug held the door open while mom 
took her dress off so that she could try on one of the 
new dresses. 

I was really surprised that she was naked under her 
dress. But even more surprised that she would get 
undressed right there in front of everyone. She looked 
real embarrassed, but she didn't say anything or try to 
hide or nothing! I glanced at the two men who were 
nearby and they were both staring at my mom too.

Mom tried on all of the dresses and she really looked 
hot in them. they were short and tight and a few of 
them were so thin you could see her boobs through them. 
I mean you could actually see her nipples!

Mom wasn't too happy about the new clothes, but she 
looked great in them. Pug took all of them and set them 
by the cash register and they went through more racks 
and picked out more stuff. Short skirts and sexy 
blouses and short shorts and halter tops and all kinds 
of stuff that she ended up trying on in front of the 
growing crowd of customers. 

She looked real sexy in the clothes and Pug ended up 
buying everything, except a couple of times I had to 
take something back to the rack and pick the next 
smaller size. The total cost was over nine hundred 
dollars when they finally added it all up. It took all 
three of us, and one of the clerks, two trips to carry 
it all to the car.

That was when things started to change. It took a while 
for mom to get comfortable in her new clothes, but 
eventually she accepted it. She really did look hot. 
But eventually she started to seem more like her old 
chipper self and began acting normally around me and 
Pug. 

All was fine until one day Pug came home from work and 
he went directly to the kitchen to talk to mom. I saw 
his face as he went past the living room and he was 
upset about something. I heard him say something 
loudly, but I didn't understand what he was talking 
about. Then he pulled my mother back to their bedroom 
and I heard him yelling at her. 

I got nervous and decided to go to my room and as I got 
close to their bedroom I heard the sound of my mother 
being spanked. I didn't know what I was hearing at 
first. I stood in the hall in shock as I heard the loud 
smack of flesh hitting flesh and my mothers cries of 
pain. I ran into my room and closed the door and was 
dismayed at how loud the noises coming from down the 
hall still sounded. He must be hitting her very hard. I 
finally lay on my bed and put my pillow over my head 
and blocked out most of the sound.

The sounds finally stopped, except for my mother's 
quiet sobbing. That too quickly quieted down and then I 
heard their door open. My mother went to the kitchen to 
finish getting supper ready and Pug came into my room 
and sat on my bed.

He saw that I was scared and he pulled me into his arms 
and hugged me and said he was sorry that I had been 
scared but that my mother had been very bad and he had 
no choice but to punish her. That was part of his job 
as a husband.

He was holding me close and his hand was on my thigh, 
rubbing me, calming me. He assured me that he still 
loved my mom and me, but sometimes he had to be stern. 
Then he stood me up and patted me on the backside and 
told me to wash up for dinner.

Mom was quiet at dinner. She looked embarrassed, but 
she had stopped crying and seemed to be getting over 
it. I wondered what she had done wrong, but I was 
afraid to ask. 

After dinner I was informed that I would have a baby 
sitter tonight because they were going to a party. I 
was happy about that because that must mean they 
weren't mad.

I watched TV while they got dressed and when mom came 
out to leave I was shocked. The dress she was wearing 
was short and tight and almost see-through. It was 
black, but when she stood in the light you could see 
her skin through the black mesh. I couldn't believe she 
would wear it out. But she did. 

I sat and watched TV with my babysitter until they got 
home just before midnight. When I heard them coming in 
the front door I ran to say hi but when I saw my mother 
I came to a sudden halt. Her hair was all messed up and 
she had something all over her face and she had a 
terrible smell. And she had a look in her eyes like an 
animal caught in a trap. 

But Pug seemed quite happy. He was smiling and he 
grabbed me and picked me up and kissed me and asked me 
if I had a good time. I nodded and said, "What's wrong 
with mom?"

"She had a bit more partying that she is used to I'm 
afraid. But don't worry; she'll be alright in the 
morning. She just needs a little rest."

I found out later that this was the first night that 
Pug shared her with his friend. 

Mom was never quite the same after that. She did all of 
the things she was supposed to do, and said the things 
she was supposed to say, but she never seemed quite the 
same.

I was changing too. My breasts were beginning to grow, 
at first just puffy little nipples protruding slightly 
from my flat chest, but then it seemed like almost over 
night they were recognizable as breasts. Pug frequently 
complimented me on how fast I was growing up and what a 
pretty young lady I was becoming. Sometimes he even put 
his hand on one of my boobs and squeezed it. I knew 
enough to know he wasn't supposed to do that, but I 
looked at mom and I knew she saw him, and she didn't 
say anything. So I didn't say anything. 

Mom took me to get a training bra, but I almost had an 
A cup by the time we got around to it. I was pretty 
self conscious about it. It seemed like all the boys, 
even all the old men were always looking at my boobs. I 
don't know if I was upset because they were too small 
or too big. I was beginning to realize that they were 
powerful though.

Things coasted along like this for a little while, 
several weeks anyway, until mom did something else to 
make Pug mad, something to do with the household 
budget. I was in the living room doing my homework when 
Pug came home and sat down. Mom brought him a beer and 
the mail and he started opening the envelopes.

I almost screamed when he suddenly yelled, "Gina! Get 
your ass in here!"

Mom came rushing in; her face was white as a sheet.

He handed her a piece of paper, a bank statement and 
said, "Can you explain this?"

She didn't say anything, at least not anything that 
made sense. She stuttered a few words that didn't mean 
anything and then just said, "I'm sorry Sir. I didn't 
realize I went over."

Pug placed the mail on the table beside him and pulled 
my mother down over his lap. He pulled her skirt up and 
yanked her underwear down and as she begged him not to 
do this in front of me he started spanking her. Hard! 
It hurt me to hear it. 

Mom was howling in pain when he finally finished and he 
stood her up and made her stand in the corner with her 
skirt up to her waist.

That was the first time I had seen him spank her. It 
would not be the last.

I stood up to go to my room but as I neared him Pug 
pulled me into his lap and told me not to be upset. He 
was just doing his job as a husband and daddy like he 
explained before. Discipline was important, he 
explained and it was his job to maintain it. As he 
talked his hand slid up my thigh and his thumb was 
resting right against my pussy, separated only by the 
thin nylon of my underwear. I had noticed that lately 
it seemed like every time I was pulled into his lap his 
hand got farther up under my dress, or spent more time 
touching one of my quickly growing breasts. 

This was the first time he had touched my pussy though 
and I gasped at the touch and the sensations it caused. 
He ignored my reactions and continued calming me down 
and finally he just held me in his arms for a while, 
with his thumb softly pressed against my pussy the 
entire time.

Finally he sent my mother back to finish supper and I 
saw when she walked by us that she could see where his 
finger was, but she said nothing.

That evening we went back to the clothing store where 
my mom had gotten her new wardrobe a while back. I had 
to go to since they hadn't arranged for the babysitter.

There were several couples at the store, shopping for 
the wives or girlfriends, or whatever they were. Pug 
picked out several new outfits for mom. They were even 
more revealing than the first ones. And again she was 
forced to try them on with the changing room door wide 
open. A crowd quickly gathered and I was so embarrassed 
for my mother.

I was about to be more embarrassed. Pug said that he 
thought a couple of those outfits would be perfect for 
me. He took me to the racks and picked out several 
outfits that were about my size. 

I had reservations. I thought they looked great on mom, 
but I was only eleven! But I knew better than to argue 
with Pug. I could just see myself thrown over Pug's lap 
with my bare butt getting spanked right here in the 
store.

Maybe I should have gone for the spanking. Pug pushed 
my mother out of the way and she stood there holding 
her new outfits while Pug made me step into the 
changing booth and try on the new outfits, with the 
door wide open and everyone watching. I was mortified. 
I looked at my mother but she just looked own at the 
floor.

I turned my back on the crowd and slipped my blouse and 
skirt off and put on one of the new dresses. When I 
turned around I noticed that most of the crowd was gone 
now. They obviously realized how inappropriate it was 
for a girl my age to be changing in public.

I looked in the mirror and I have to admit I looked 
hot, too hot for an eleven year old, but still, it was 
good for my ego. For the next dress I had to remove my 
bra, it wouldn't fit under the dress. When I was 
covered up I turned around again and Pug really loved 
this one. When I looked in the mirror I could easily 
see why. My panties were about an inch from looking out 
from under my skirt and my puffy little nipples stuck 
out proudly.

I noticed that two men were still standing nearby and 
watching as I changed.

I turned back around and with my back to my audience I 
removed the dress and put on the last one. When Pug had 
been given a chance to approve of the last dress I 
turned back around and put my own clothes back on. When 
I reached for my bra Pug said, "Don't bother with that 
now. We have to get going."

I dropped the bra and put on my blouse. I was 
embarrassed at how visible my young breasts were 
without the bra underneath the light blouse. I picked 
up the new outfits and held them in front of me and we 
went up to the cash register. One of the two men who 
had been staring at me as I changed was the clerk! He 
smiled at me and took my dresses from me and got a 
close look at my chest before turning to his work.

Mom and I stood back and waited quietly. I didn't take 
a deep breath until I was back in the car and on the 
way home. It had been a pretty humiliating shopping 
trip. I could only imagine what it had been like for 
mom who had been forced to strip naked and face the 
crowd that was watching eagerly while she changed in 
and out of the various outfits.

The next night Pug took mom out again and I had a 
babysitter again. I had a new baby sitter this time. 
Apparently the old one, the one that had been my baby 
sitter for years, wouldn't come back after seeing the 
way mom came home the last time.

This time it was a man about Pug's age. I didn't like 
him much; there was just something about him that made 
me uncomfortable. 

As they were leaving Pug told the babysitter to make 
sure I took a shower and was in bed by ten since it was 
a school night. I saw the look on my mother's face as 
they left. I wondered if she was scared for me or for 
herself.

I was no longer allowed to wear pants or shorts so I 
was left with only my uncomfortably short skirts and 
dresses. Every time I looked at my new babysitter he 
seemed to be trying to look up my skirt.

I tried to watch TV for a while but my new babysitter 
kept trying to talk to me. He kept asking me questions 
I thought were very inappropriate. For instance he 
complimented me on my figure and asked me what size my 
breasts were. He even asked me if I was still a virgin! 
I told him I was going to go take a shower. 

I went to my room and shut my door. I undressed quickly 
and put on my robe and went into the bathroom across 
the hall. I couldn't lock the door. None of the doors 
in the house except the front and back entry doors had 
locks on them. But I was so used to not being able to 
lock the doors that I never even thought about it. Not 
until I opened my eyes after I had rinsed off and 
realized that the door was open. 

I peeked around the shower curtain and saw that I was 
alone so I grabbed my towel and dried off quickly. Then 
I stepped out of the tub and reached for my robe. I 
heard a noise and looked at the door, but I didn't see 
anything. I hurried to my room and put on my pajamas. 

I went to bed and turned out my light, but I was afraid 
to go to sleep and I lay awake until I heard my mom and 
Pug come home. I listened and heard Pug and the 
babysitter talking for a long time. Then things got 
quiet for a while. I didn't know what was going on 
because I knew that he was still here. After about 
fifteen minutes I heard him leave and my parents come 
down the hall and go into their bedroom.

Pug came in after a little while to check on me. He was 
in his under shorts, which I assumed must be what he 
slept in, but he smelled faintly of that same odor my 
mom had been reeking of after their last night out. I 
didn't know what it was, but it was mildly unpleasant. 

He saw that I was still awake and he asked me if I had 
a nice evening. I told him that Ted, the new babysitter 
was a little weird, but I didn't mention that I was 
pretty sure that he had peeked at me in the shower. He 
gave me a hug and held me close with his hand worming 
down into my pajama bottoms and running lightly through 
the newly sprouted pubic hair hidden there. I had 
become accustomed to his touching me this way. It made 
me uncomfortable, but mom didn't say anything, and I 
didn't know who else to complain to.

Pug chuckled and said, "Aw, Ted's okay. You just have 
to get used to him. He has been a friend of mine for 
years.

"That explains a lot," I thought to myself.

The next day, I was playing a board game with the boy 
that lives next door, Kevin, when my father came in 
from the garage after noticing a scratch on the car. I 
related these events previously in "Dani Does the Right 
Thing," but I include them here for anyone who missed 
it. The story continues at Page 49, Line 12.

Mom told Pug that someone had pushed a shopping cart 
into the car in the grocery store parking lot a couple 
of days ago.

He was furious. First she had scratched the car, but 
more seriously she had not told him. He pulled her 
across his lap, right there in front of my friend and 
me, and flipped her skirt up over her back, baring her 
bottom to us. I noticed that she wasn't wearing 
underwear. 

Dad spanked her furiously, and then he ordered her to 
stand in the corner with her skirt up so that her red 
bottom was showing. 

My friend, who was thirteen at the time stared in awe 
at my mom's backside for a minute and then, with a face 
as red as paint, said that he guessed he should go home 
now.

But my dad said, "That's alright son. You two go ahead 
and play your game. This is a good lesson for you. It 
is wonderful to have a good woman in your life, but you 
have to keep your eye on them all the time and the more 
discipline you give them the better they behave. Ain't 
that right Gina?"

Mom was still crying quietly in the corner, but she 
managed to choke out, "Yes sir."

Then he said to my friend, "You ever see a woman naked 
before Kevin?"

Kevin was as embarrassed as my mother and I were. He 
said quietly, "No sir, never!"

"Get your ass over here, Gina!" my dad called to her 
and she looked around at him.

"Sir, please, no, not in front of the kids! That's 
wrong. Please, I can't," mom pleaded with him. I 
noticed that she no longer used his name, or terms of 
endearment. If she called him anything at all now it 
was "sir".

I saw the furious look on dad's face when she balked, 
and he started to take his belt off. Mom gave in and 
rushed to his side. "I'm sorry sir; please don't spank 
me any more."

Dad stopped taking his belt off, but left it unfastened 
in case mom gave him anymore trouble.

"Take off that dress," dad ordered. "Kevin is almost a 
man. It's about time he found out what a woman is all 
about."

I thought surely that my conservative, church going 
mother would draw the line here. But I watched as that 
look of resignation I saw on her face so often lately 
returned, and she reached around and unfastened the 
catch at the top of her dress and then pulled the 
zipper down her back. She allowed the top to slide off 
her shoulders and down her arms and then she closed her 
eyes and slid it down past her hips and let it fall to 
the floor.

Dad smiled and said to Kevin, "What do you think, boy, 
looks pretty damn good for an old broad, don't she?"

"Yes sir!" Kevin exclaimed. "She's beautiful!"

"Yeah," dad said, "I make sure she stays in shape. You 
can go ahead and get up and take a closer look if you 
want."

Kevin was looking at mom and the tears rolling down her 
cheeks, and then he glanced at me and saw how shocked I 
was. He looked at dad and said, "Are you sure sir? 
She's really crying and, well, gee, I don't know."

"That's alright son. A lot of women cry when they get 
embarrassed. But it's good for them to be embarrassed. 
It keeps them on their toes, right Gina?"

"Yes sir," mom said, just barely above a whisper.

"Besides," dad went on, "she is being punished. You 
should be uncomfortable when you are being punished."

Kevin got to his feet and stepped closer to mom. He 
said, "Is it okay Mrs. Franklin?"

Mom nodded her head and said, "Yes Kevin, whatever Mr. 
Franklin says is okay."

I was embarrassed for her. I was embarrassed to be 
sitting here watching. But I couldn't help admiring her 
beautiful figure. I hoped I looked that good when I got 
to be her age.

Dad stood up and reached out and squeezed my mothers 
breast gently, then hefted it in has hand as thought 
weighing it. "Look at that tit!" he exclaimed proudly. 
"That is just about as perfect a tit as you will ever 
see son. Go ahead, feel how firm that is."

Kevin said, "That okay sir, I couldn't do that."

But dad wasn't taking no for an answer from anyone. 
"Now son, you have a perfect learning opportunity here. 
I'd be real disappointed if you didn't take advantage 
of it. Go ahead, put your hand up and see how nice that 
feels."

Kevin did as he was told and with a look of total awe 
on his face he gently wrapped one of his small hands 
around my mother's breast. 

He held it for a moment and then dad showed him how 
best to caress a woman's breast and how to bring a 
nipple to attention. He guided Kevin's head forward and 
instructed him on kissing and sucking and gently biting 
on a woman's breast. 

After dad was satisfied that he had learned that lesson 
he made my mother spread her legs apart and he showed 
Kevin all there was to know about a woman's pussy. He 
showed Kevin how wet she was and explained that that 
meant that my mom was excited and enjoying herself. 

"Now watch this," dad said. Kevin and I both watched as 
dad started sawing a couple of fingers in and out of my 
mother's pussy and then he told Kevin to put his 
fingers on mom's clitoris and rub it gently for a few 
minutes. 

I was shocked to see my mother have an orgasm at the 
hands of my father and my friend. Dad explained to 
Kevin, and to me, since I was listening, all about 
orgasms and told him that maybe next time he would have 
mom teach him about fucking.

Then he turned to me and asked, "Were you paying 
attention Dani? You're filling out pretty nicely and 
pretty soon you will be standing right up there with 
your mom," he said with a look of anticipation on his 
face.

I looked to my mother, but she said not a word.

Mom was ordered back to her corner, but this time she 
was to stand with her back to the wall. Kevin and I 
tried to resume our game, but we couldn't concentrate. 
Kevin couldn't stop staring at my mother standing 
naked, almost close enough to touch. And I was so 
embarrassed I just wanted to go to my room. So finally 
Kevin went home and I was able to leave the room where 
my mother was being so humiliated.

From then on things changed between Pug and I. Pug had 
been discretely fondling me for months now. After the 
day he made my mother undress in front of Kevin things 
changed. It wasn't discrete anymore. And it wasn't just 
now and then. Several times a day I would find myself 
in Pug's lap with his hand on my breasts or up my skirt 
and down my panties and he would play with me for 
minutes at a time while my mother struggled not to see 
it. Or he would lightly pinch my nipples and squeeze my 
small, but rapidly growing breasts.

I thought that Kevin would be too embarrassed to come 
back after that. Just the opposite was the case. After 
that he came back every afternoon. In the beginning I 
had always suspected that one of the major attractions 
for him when he came over was that I was always wearing 
short skirts and as careful as I was he almost always 
got a peek or two at my panties. Now the attraction was 
my mother. Even though she was always dressed in the 
admittedly sexy clothes that Pug made her wear, Kevin 
kept staring at her as though he could still see her 
naked. I wanted to tell him to stop coming over, but he 
was the only kid I knew that lived anywhere nearby. 
That was why we spent so much time together.

After seeing my mother naked, however, and having the 
opportunity to touch her, he came over everyday. It was 
obvious he wasn't here to see me. It was only three 
days later that my father found another excuse to 
punish my mother in front of Kevin and me.

Kevin and I were playing a board game in the living 
room and my father was reading the paper. I was always 
nervous around my father now, even more so whenever 
Kevin was there. As I was about to learn, I had every 
right to be.

My father suddenly called out, "Gina! Get your ass in 
here!"

Kevin and I jumped, startled. I knew right away that 
something bad was going to happen. I glanced at Kevin 
and was disappointed to see that this was what he had 
been hoping for. The look of excitement and 
anticipation on his face was unmistakable. 

I was getting to the age that I was starting to 
understand guys and what was always on their minds. I 
was aware of the leers, the stares at my budding 
breasts from nearly every male of every age. I felt a 
strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I felt 
power! Breasts are a powerful force of nature.

Still, Kevin was my friend. It just seemed like he 
should be more sensitive to how I felt. Yeah, I know 
what you're thinking. What can I say, I'm blonde.

My mother came rushing in to the living room. I could 
see that her face was white, and that she had no idea 
what she had done.

He held the newspaper out and exploded, "What the hell 
is this?!" His voice was full of outrage.

"I cut out some coupons, Sir. You are always telling me 
that I spend too much money on food. I am trying to cut 
back on my spending Sir."

"I told you never to cut up the newspaper before I have 
read it, didn't I?" he asked loudly.

"But Sir, there was nothing on the back of it but more 
grocery ads."

"I don't give a flying fuck bitch!" he yelled. "I gave 
you an order! Christ! When will you learn to obey! Get 
undressed."

"Oh god," I thought. "Please not again."

I looked up at him and fearfully pleaded with him, 
"Please Sir, please not again. Please, not in front of 
Kevin."

He turned to my mother and said, "Now look, bitch. Now 
you are being a bad influence on your daughter! Now I 
have to teach you both a lesson!"

My mother sobbed, but didn't say a word as she quickly 
removed her dress. Kevin stared in fascination this 
time. After the last time he knew it was not only 
alright, but encouraged.

My father turned to me and yelled, "Stand up and get 
over here young lady!"

I was terrified. I was eleven years old. I had never 
been spanked or slapped or anything. I didn't know what 
was going to happen. I only knew that if my mother had 
to put up with it, there was no hope for me.

"I am going to make sure you are raised right young 
lady," my stepfather said. His voice sounded furious. 
It was years before I thought back to that day and 
realized it had all been a put on, an act to scare me 
into complying. It worked.

I stood before my father trembling in fear. 

"You don't ever talk back to me again! Do you 
understand?" 

I didn't understand. I hadn't talked back! I just 
pleaded with him not to embarrass my mother and me in 
front of my friend. But I saw the look in his face and 
I knew that if I said the wrong thing I was going to 
feel that belt for the first time. And I was a coward.

"Take off your clothes, young lady. And be quick about 
it!" he commanded.

I glanced quickly at my mother and saw only anguish. I 
glanced at Kevin and saw excitement. I looked back at 
my stepfather, fully intending to plead with him. But I 
saw that he was already unbuckling his belt. I had the 
distinct impression that he was hoping I would "back 
talk" him again so that he could use it.

I was eleven years old and my body was starting to 
resemble that of a young woman. The idea of undressing 
in front of, not only my stepfather and my mother, but 
the boy next door, a boy I saw every day, I don't 
believe I could have been more humiliated if he had 
made me do it on the sidewalk outside!

I was still hesitating and he started pulling his belt 
free. As I said, I was a coward. If my mother could not 
fight him, how could I, an eleven year old girl hope 
to?

I pulled my t-shirt off. As my lacy little training bra 
came into view I kept my eyes on the floor. I couldn't 
face anyone in the room. I dropped my t-shirt on the 
floor and unfastened my modest little skirt. I pushed 
it over my burgeoning hips and let it slide down my 
legs and kicked it aside.

Now I stood in only my lace trimmed little girl's bra 
and panties. The ones that had made me feel so grown up 
when I talked my mother into getting them for me. I saw 
movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced up to 
see Kevin moving closer for a better view. I wanted to 
yell at him, but I didn't dare.

I tried to decide what to remove next. The last time 
anyone had seen me uncovered was when my mother had 
bought me my first training bra. Now that I actually 
had something growing on my chest it was even more 
embarrassing.

I had hesitated as long as I dared and finally I 
reached between the little cups of the bra and 
unfastened it. I couldn't look up, but I knew that they 
were watching me undress. I could feel their eyes on my 
breasts, which were now the size of an apple cut in 
half. My puffy little nipples were tingling and I was 
upset with myself for having any reaction at all.

My mother had finished undressing quickly and now 
everyone was watching me as I hooked my thumbs into my 
panties and pushed them down. I kicked them over with 
the rest of my clothes and then stood with my hands and 
arms covering as much of my body as I possibly could.

"Gina," dad said. "Tell Dani the rule about her arms."

My mother spoke so quietly I could hardly hear her. 
"Modesty is not permitted. When ordered to undress you 
are to stand up straight with your arms at your side 
until instructed otherwise. Failure to obey this rule 
will result in severe punishment."

I dropped my arms to my side quickly and stood naked in 
front of two males for the first time in my life. I 
guess it could have been worse. My stepfather had, 
after all, already begun to molest me. He frequently 
touched my breasts through my clothing. And it had also 
become common place for him to pull me into his lap and 
reach into my underwear and rub my pussy. But to be 
naked, and in front of Kevin for Christ's sake! 

My stepfather ordered me to stand beside my mother. He 
wanted to compare our bodies.

I moved quickly to stand beside her. As I moved I could 
feel their eyes watching my butt move. 

When I was beside my mom my stepfather stood up and 
stood in front of me. He glanced over at Kevin and 
waived him closer to join him. Kevin stood beside my 
dad, right in front of my mother. 

Together they examined both of our bodies this time and 
compared them. I had become more or less accustomed to 
being groped by my stepfather, but when Kevin put his 
hand over my breast I nearly fell to the floor. I don't 
know if it was embarrassment or nerves or what, but I 
was shaking so bad I was having trouble standing. 

It was even worse when their focus shifted to my 
vagina. I felt Kevin slide his finger into me as my 
stepfather warned him not to bust my cherry, yet.

"Kevin my boy, I think that this would be an excellent 
time for Gina to teach Dani how to suck a cock, don't 
you?"

"Yes Sir!" Kevin almost squealed like a girl he was so 
excited, the bastard!

Dad directed Kevin to drop his pants and lay down on 
the coffee table. I turned my face away. I didn't want 
to see. I had never seen a penis, and I wasn't ready to 
see one now.

While Kevin undressed and got into position my father 
stepped up behind me and I felt his cock rubbing on my 
back as he reached around and toyed with my small, 
immature breasts. As he moved his hands and his cock 
over me he said to me quietly, "Your mom is going to 
suck on Kevin's cock now. Later on you are going to try 
it. So watch closely."

He pushed me to my knees on the side of the table; 
right beside where Kevin's hard dripping cock was 
standing up and throbbing. I couldn't help but see it 
now. I saw the clear liquid oozing from the hole in the 
end of his penis, the hole where I knew that his pee 
came out. 

I made myself watch as my mom knelt between Kevin's 
legs and spread them a little wider so that she could 
get closer. I watched in disgust as she leaned down and 
licked his hairless ball sack, although at the time I 
didn't know what it was. At least I don't remember 
knowing. 

Each time she touched her tongue to Kevin he twitched 
and his penis throbbed and more of the liquid came out 
of the end of his penis. Really gross!

But I watched in amazement as my mother began licking 
Kevin's dripping penis. She licked up all of the liquid 
and then she took his organ between her lips and began 
to suck enthusiastically. 

"How could she?!" I asked myself. I had heard of 
blowjobs in school. I had trouble imagining them, 
especially since I had never seen a male with no 
clothes on before. But I saw one now, and the idea of 
touching my lips to a penis was sickening!

Almost immediately Kevin started moaning and thrusting 
his hips up to meet my mother's sucking lips. His body 
quivered for a couple of seconds and then he groaned as 
though in pain and pushed mom's head away.

I watched as my mother sat up on her heels and waited. 

Dad said to Kevin, "Don't worry son. The first few 
times are always real quick. Once you get used to it 
though, you can lay back and enjoy that sensation for a 
long time."

"Fantastic!" Kevin, the creep, said.

Dad told my mom to move around to the side of the 
coffee table, across from where I was kneeling, 
watching Kevin's dick get soft quickly.

Dad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me around so that 
I was kneeling where my mother had been when she sucked 
Kevin off.

"Alright," he said. "Let's see if you learned anything 
Dani."

My head shot up and I stared at my stepfather with my 
mouth agape. 

My mother caught my eye and she was urging me to obey. 
I suppose she knew that the only thing I would gain my 
trying to avoid it was pain. Then I would end up having 
to do it anyway.

I had to stop for a minute to remember what my mom had 
done. Then I leaned forward and tentatively licked out 
at Kevin's balls. 

As soon as my tongue touched him he groaned and 
twitched. I jumped back, but then leaned down and tried 
it again. It seemed like such a gross thing to do. But 
I had watched my mother do it. I knew I had no choice. 

I licked until Kevin's penis got hard again and then I 
licked that as well. Finally I got up the nerve and 
slid my lips down over his dick. He was only thirteen 
and his thing wasn't all that big. But he must have 
been saving up for a long time because even though he 
had just had an orgasm in my mother's mouth, in no time 
at all he was holding my head and thrusting his hips up 
until my lips reached his belly.

With my mother it had happened so fast that it was over 
almost before it started. This time Kevin lasted only 
slightly longer. When he felt another orgasm begin he 
reached out and held my head firmly against his belly 
and I felt his cum shooting into my mouth. 

I knew that it was coming. It was one of the things 
that had come up on the playground. I just never 
expected it to be like this, at the age of eleven, with 
my friend, with my mother and my father watching. 

I gagged at first, but managed to hold Kevin's hot load 
of cum in my mouth. As soon as he pushed my head away I 
looked around for somewhere to spit it out.

My father saw what I was doing and yelled at me. "Don't 
you EVER spit out a man's cum! NEVER! If I ever see you 
spit out a mouthful of cum, I will whip you until you 
bleed! Do you understand me?"

I felt my eyes get huge as he leaned over me and yelled 
right in my face. I was so shocked I swallowed 
instinctively. He stood up then and I saw the pain in 
my mother's eyes at what she had just witnessed.

My stepfather turned to Kevin and asked, "Well boy, how 
was that?

"That was the most wonderful thing that every happened 
to me! Twice!!" he exclaimed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy. Watch this."

My father slid his pants and his shorts down his bony 
legs and kicked them away. I didn't want to look, but I 
couldn't help but see his dick. 

"So that is what a grown up one looks like," I thought. 
It was scary. I didn't know what normal was. It was 
about a month before he started sharing me with his 
friends and assorted strangers and then I was able to 
compare. His cock was larger than most, but not that 
much. It was big and hairy and really gross looking. It 
was still soft. It hung down over the hairy ball sack 
hanging between his legs. There was a thick tube of 
skin covering the tip of it and the whole tip was 
covered in what looked like clear slime.

I expected him to order my mom between his legs but he 
looked at me and said, "You first slut. Get over here 
and start licking."

Slut?! Who the hell is he calling a slut? I am still a 
fucking virgin!

I realized what he was ordering me to do and I looked 
at my mom. She just nodded. I saw the agony in her 
face, but I couldn't help resenting her for letting 
these things happen to me, to us.

I crawled between his legs, avoiding, as much as 
possible, any contact with him. He was watching me, 
amused at the expressions of fear and revulsion 
flickering across my face. I was there now; all that 
was left was to do it. Just lean forward and place his 
nasty, smelly sex organs in my mouth. I hesitated for a 
moment and he called my mother closer so that he could 
torment her with what I was being forced to do. I saw 
Kevin move closer on the other side so that he could 
enjoy the show.

I leaned forward and I smelled the musty, sweaty smell 
of his crotch. It was different than it had been with 
Kevin. I wasn't sure what it was, dirtier, sweatier, or 
perhaps just older? I stuck out my tongue and licked 
the head of his dick and I jumped back when it twitched 
violently. 

I guess he wasn't impressed with my style. "Put your 
right hand around the base of my cock," he ordered.

I reached out and gingerly slid my thumb underneath his 
large, nasty organ. I wrapped my small hand around it 
as far as it would go. It didn't go all the way around. 

"Use your hand to stand it up, then pull the skin 
around the head of it down and gently lick it all 
over."

I stared at his cock as I obeyed his commands. It 
seemed to be slowly growing larger, very slowly. I slid 
my hand a little higher up the shaft and then tightened 
my grip and pulled down, pulling the extra skin away 
from the tip. He told me what the skin was called and 
what it was for. He also mentioned that sometimes crud 
accumulated underneath that skin and needed to be 
cleaned out, for health reasons, of course. He told me 
that his preferred method of cleaning his cock is to 
use a bitch's mouth. 

I hesitated for another moment, wondering if perhaps a 
beating might be easier to take. Then I leaned back 
into his crotch and started licking the tip of his 
cock. I licked it clean all around and then he ordered 
me to hold it like that and go ahead and lick his 
balls. 

He made me lick his balls for a long time and I felt 
his cock growing in my hand. It just kept getting 
scarier.

"Alright, that's enough foreplay. Let's see how good a 
cocksucker you are," he said disdainfully.

I really hated the names he kept calling me. As soon as 
that thought crossed my mind I realized how ludicrous 
that was, to be forced to do the things I am doing and 
be upset about the names. But I had other, more 
pressing matters to take care of. I didn't have time to 
contemplate life's little ironies right now.

I wet my lips and forced them over the head of his now 
hard cock. I moved my mouth down a little and then back 
to the tip. I couldn't really say that I had learned 
how to do this from my experience with Kevin. He had 
come so quickly and his penis was so much smaller. It 
was like apples and oranges. Or maybe string beans and 
cucumbers would be a better analogy.

He decided that I needed more lessons and he ordered me 
to lick his balls while I watched how a woman was 
supposed to suck cock. I moved my tongue down and 
explored his balls while right before my eyes my mother 
leaned down and took is cock in her mouth. 

I watched in disbelief as she took more and more of it 
down with each stroke until she had the head of his 
cock in her throat and his entire organ was in her 
mouth. Her lips were tight against his stomach for a 
moment and then she started, slowly at first, to move 
her mouth up and down his shaft, taking it all with 
each down stroke. I was so fascinated that I just knelt 
there with my tongue on his balls and stared. I saw 
Kevin's face and he, too, was amazed. 

My mother nudged me discretely and I realized I was not 
doing what I had been told. I started licking again and 
we worked with our faces nearly touching, and sometimes 
touching, in my stepfather's crotch, until he started 
groaning and then I felt him tense up and thrust his 
hips up and he shot his cum right down my mother's 
throat.

I watched her swallow quickly and then just hold his 
cock in her mouth until he told us to stop. I 
straightened up my straining back and mom got back to 
her feet and we waited. 

Dad asked Kevin, "Well boy, are you ready for your 
first piece of ass?"

I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath. I waited 
quietly, wondering which one of us Kevin was going to 
fuck.

Kevin was smiling like a jackass. He was turning into 
the same kind of animal that I had recently come to 
understand that my stepfather was. I don't think I like 
Kevin anymore.

"Yes sir!" Kevin said, the excitement evident in both 
his voice and his reacquired erection bobbing right by 
my cheek.

Mom was ordered to lie on the floor in the middle of 
the room and give Kevin any help he needed. My 
stepfather pulled me up and into his lap and we watched 
my mom and Kevin have sex while my father slipped a 
long, fat, finger inside my pussy and toyed with my 
hymen.

Kevin climbed quickly on top of my mom and, with her 
help, slid his small cock into her. He got a look on 
his face like he was in heaven or something. Then he 
started moving in and out of her, very fast with short 
little strokes. After all that I had experienced 
already this afternoon, fucking didn't seem that 
remarkable. The most interesting part was the way my 
mom's boobs jiggled around on her chest from the force 
of Kevin's fucking.

After he came in my mom Kevin collapsed on top of her 
for a minute and played with her boobs. Then he got up 
on his knees and stood up. As he was standing up Pug 
whispered in my ear, "Watch this, you will have to do 
this too. It's what sluts do."

I almost threw up as I watched my mother sit up and 
take Kevin's wet, slimy little cock into her mouth and 
suck it clean. Then she did the same thing with his 
little balls.

It was time for Kevin to go home. My dad, I hate 
calling him that now, Pug, told him that he was welcome 
to come back any time. He could use either me or my 
mother in any way that he liked, except that he could 
not fuck my pussy, as long as he didn't tell anyone, 
ever, about what happened here. Not his best friend, 
not his parents, nobody. Pug assured Kevin that if he 
ended up in jail, he had friends that would make sure 
Kevin, and whoever he told, ended up dead.

Kevin, the rotten little bastard that I had thought was 
my friend, gave his word of honor. Yeah, like he knew 
what honor was!

After he left I started to get dressed but Pug stopped 
me. "There doesn't seem to be any more need for that 
charade," he said. "From now on you two don't wear 
clothes in the house. Gina," he continued, "go make 
supper, then, after Dani cleans up the kitchen you two 
can go somewhere and talk for a while. Make sure you 
let her know what will be expected of her."

I picked up my clothes and my mother's from the floor 
and took them to our rooms. Then I went to the bathroom 
and brushed my teeth to get the taste of cock and cum 
out of my mouth before supper.

I went into the kitchen to see if my mom needed any 
help and since she had things under control I set the 
table and then waited out of the way in the kitchen, 
watching my mother working in the nude and I wondered 
how she could have let Pug and Kevin do the things that 
they had done to me. Not to mention what they had done 
to her.

Supper was quiet and when it was over Pug went into the 
living room and watched TV. Mom and I cleaned up the 
kitchen and the dining room and then we went to my 
room.

It was so strange to be naked all the time, and to look 
at my mother and see her naked all the time. I couldn't 
help wondering if my breasts were going to look like 
hers someday. They were large and firm and didn't seem 
to sag at all. Even I was able to see that they were 
sexy.

As soon as the door to my room was closed my mother 
hugged me tight and cried and told me how sorry she 
was. It felt funny having her naked boobs rubbing on me 
like that, but she just acted like we had clothes on, 
so I tried to do that too.

I just looked at her, waiting for her to start talking. 
For a long time, though, she just sat on my bed beside 
me and stared at her hands.

I finally had to ask her how she, how WE got into this 
mess.

She wiped her eyes with a tissue and blew her nose and 
took a few deep breaths. Then she said, "When I met Pug 
I had been alone for more than nine years. Well, not 
alone, you were there. But having a child is not like 
having a friend, a companion, a lover. I was so lonely 
and I guess I was the perfect match for him. He was 
strong and assertive and he took over. He took over my 
whole life! And I didn't mind at all. It made me feel 
safe. And I did love him. And I didn't worry about you 
growing up without a father anymore, or me losing my 
job and becoming homeless. And it was obvious that 
before very long you loved him as much as I did. He has 
a way about him!"

I had to agree with that.

"Things started changing slowly," she continued. "The 
changes even made sense at first. I welcomed them. 
Well, most of them. I guess he must have been right. I 
am a natural submissive. There is no other way to 
explain it. He started out taking control of the house 
and the money. Before long he wasn't asking me what I 
wanted, or what I wanted to do, he was telling me. At 
first I didn't even realize it. When I did... well, I 
kind of liked it."

"Then he started changing the way I dressed and the way 
I acted. In the beginning I was nervous. I wasn't used 
to wearing the kinds of clothing that he liked me to 
wear. But after a while I got used to it and even 
started feeling sexy when I wore those short skirts and 
see-through tops. One big hurdle came later, when he 
made me stop wearing underwear. I shall never forget 
what happened in the living room this afternoon, and I 
shall never forget the first time he took me out in a 
see-through blouse with nothing under it. It was, up to 
that point, the most humiliating thing I had ever done. 
The thing is though, that he enjoys humiliating me. He 
keeps finding new and better ways of doing it. He is 
going to do that with you too baby, I'm sorry."

I didn't have enough of a clue about what would be 
happening to me, what would be done to me, to really 
worry about that right then. I knew what humiliation 
was. I felt it deeply when I undressed in front of Pug 
and Kevin. I didn't know that was the tip of the 
iceberg.

"I should probably tell you some of the things I have 
had to do, since you will have to do them too, maybe 
not right away, but soon. I don't know how much longer 
he will wait to take your virginity. He is not a 
patient man; I don't think it will be long. It began 
for me after I started wearing the new clothes he 
bought for me. We would go out in the afternoon and he 
would make me walk alone in see-through blouses and I 
would have to stick my chest out and walk slow and 
smile at the men who stared. 

"Sometimes we would go somewhere to eat, or for a 
drink, and he would make me sit with my legs spread 
wide and my skirt pulled up. It was obvious that it was 
not an accident that my pussy was exposed. Things went 
on like that for a long time. Every time I got used to 
some indignity he would find another one to amuse 
himself. The next major hurdle came when he took me out 
one day and we went to the apartment of a friend of 
his. As soon as we got inside I was ordered to strip. I 
hesitated and he whipped his belt out and pummeled my 
ass with it, right in front of his friend. He beat me 
until I begged to be allowed to undress in front of him 
and his friend."

"At first they just looked at me, watched me as I went 
to fetch drinks or snacks for them. Then Pug's friend 
started touching me. I begged Pug to take me home. 
Instead they both undressed and I had sex with them all 
evening, over and over, every way that there was. Ways 
I hadn't even imagined."

"Not long after that it happened again. And then it 
happened with another of Pug's friends. Not long after 
that it happened with both of his friends at the same 
time. Then the recording started. Before long I had a 
camera pointed at me all the time. Every weird and 
kinky sex act you could imagine, I did it, and they 
recorded it."

"By then of course, I had surrendered myself to Pug. I 
followed his rules, I dressed to please him, I fucked 
who and where he wanted me to fuck. A couple of months 
ago he told me that you were old enough now. He was 
going to start involving you in our games. I drew the 
line. I absolutely refused. My mother instinct finally 
kicked in I guess."

"But it was too late. He told me that if I tried to 
interfere, if I did not, in fact, help, he would take 
me to court with the recordings he had made he would 
get custody of you and I would never see you again. I 
didn't know what to do. The best I could figure was 
that, if I did what he wanted, if I let him have you, 
at least I could be here to help what little bit he 
would let me help."

"I'm sorry darling. I know it sucks. I know you must 
think I am the worst mother in the world. You are 
probably right. But I have no choice. And as awful as 
it seems, I am so weak that I would probably go along 
even if he wasn't holding the movies over my head. It 
seems like there is no bottom. I just keep going lower 
and lower."

"Now, the rules, there aren't that many, but they can 
be unpleasant. You already know one of them. You never 
cover up, ever." She grabbed my chin and made sure she 
had my attention and said, "You gotta listen baby, and 
you gotta remember. He can make you hurt so bad if you 
don't."

I nodded. I hoped I could remember. I was in a daze; my 
brain seemed to be fogged over. It was just too much 
for an eleven year old girl.

"You never say 'no' and you always say 'Sir'."

I nodded again.

"I'm sorry baby," she said, quietly, almost as if she 
were talking to herself. "I can't help you. I'm too 
weak."

I tried to stay in my room after that, but Pug made me 
come out and set the table and eat supper with them. 
All I could think about was that I was naked, and that 
I would be naked from now on. I picked at my dinner for 
a while and finally gave up. I got up and put my plate 
in the kitchen and waited for mom and Pug to finish so 
that I could clear off the table. 

Normally, after he eats, Pug goes into the living room 
while mom and I clean up. Tonight he sat and watched 
us. When I was finished with my chores Pug called me 
over and pulled me into his lap. His hand went right to 
my bare pussy and he watched my reaction as his finger 
moved up and down my tiny slit.

"Today was pretty hard for you, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I answered, just a little breathlessly.

"Don't worry, it will get easier," and he looked up at 
my mother who was hovering nearby, "won't it Gina?"

"Yes sir," she replied, after enough of a hesitation 
that he raised his eyebrows.

The confusion was mind numbing. I wanted desperately to 
get up and go to my room where I could at least be 
naked in private. But god, that finger on my slit felt 
so nice!

I sat in his lap and closed my eyes and struggled not 
to show how excited I was becoming. I was almost 
disappointed when he leaned forward and kissed me and 
sent me to my room.

I got very little sleep that night. I lay in bed and 
stared at the ceiling and relived this afternoon over 
and over. It was so vivid I could even taste the male 
fluids in my mouth.

I finally got to sleep, but I doubt if it was for more 
than a couple of hours. I was exhausted when I woke up, 
and since I hadn't taken a shower last night I gladly 
took one this morning. 

On the way to the shower I encountered yet another 
shock. During the night Pug had removed the bathroom 
door and the shower curtain had been replaced with a 
clear one. Oh my god, I wouldn't even have privacy in 
the bathroom?!

I turned the shower on to warm up and dropped my robe 
close by. I showered quickly and between the shower and 
the missing door I was pretty much awake by the time I 
turned off the water. I dried off and reached for my 
robe and realized it was gone. I looked around, but it 
wasn't in the room. Just them Pug appeared in the door, 
smiling at me. I started to cover myself but remembered 
the rule in time and kept my hands at my side.

"Sir, I don't understand. Why did you take the door?" I 
asked timidly.

"Dani, you need to get over your shyness. But don't 
worry; I am going to help you with that. I took the 
door off the bathroom and while you were in the shower 
I took the door off of your bedroom. I also took your 
robe. Since you don't wear clothes in the house anymore 
you don't need it. Now, come and get your breakfast and 
then you can get dressed for school. Oh yes, I almost 
forgot, I also took all of your underwear, you won't 
need it anymore.

Those short skirts I was forced to wear were bad 
enough, but at least I had had some covering, my much 
too sexy, adult styled panties. Now I was going to be 
flashing my pussy all over the damned town!

I brushed my hair and went to breakfast. It was just as 
uncomfortable as supper had been last night. I wondered 
if I would ever get used to sitting here and feeling 
his eyes on my developing body.

I put my dish in the sink and rushed to the bathroom 
and brushed my teeth, and then I dressed and hurried to 
school. I was in sixth grade at George Bush Elementary 
School. Why do you suppose they would name a school 
after a moron? Oh well.

I saw Kevin a