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Dani Does the Right Thing
By vulgus

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Story codes: NC/MF/Inc/MmFf/Exhib/Hum

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

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 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. 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. Instead, 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 breathlessly. "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.
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. I couldn't help admiring her beautiful figure though. 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."

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 vagina. Except he didn't call it that, he
called it a 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. "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. 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.

In the short time that I had known Pug I had come to love him as
a father. He had seen to it. It had 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. 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. 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. It had
also become common place for him to pull me into his lap and
reach into my underwear and rub my pussy. To be naked though, 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. I was 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!

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. 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. 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. I had other, more pressing matters to take care of now
though. I didn't have time to contemplate life's little ironies
at the moment.

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 yet, 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. "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! 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. 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. I just knew that 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. The most important thing though, was that 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. 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 all 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. She was confused, 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 as 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. 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 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. She was not sure if she wanted to talk to
him, and she was 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. 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 really 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. He seemed to have an instinct
for finding 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 discreet. I wasn't very successful. Soon 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. He
wasn't here for foreplay though. 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 rapidly. 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. I had never let myself get too
close to anyone so it wasn't like we were best friends or
anything. She is a nice person though, and a good friend and she
arrived at my door within minutes of my phone call. 

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. 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 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. 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. She also 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 in the morning 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. 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 END

Dani Does the Right Thing   The Prequel

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To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

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. 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. He
was 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.

Pug spoiled me rotten from the very beginning. He was always
bringing home little presents for me. 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. After the first year Pug started slowly 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
in 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. Pug, on the other hand, 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 buy much there. We went
to Victoria's Secret and Pug and mom picked out some real pretty,
lacy underwear. They didn't buy 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.
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. I was
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. 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 curled
up 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. What really stopped me though was
that she had a look in her eyes like an animal caught in a trap.


Pug, on the other hand, 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.
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, for 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 rapidly sprouting 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. She was again 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! I knew better than to argue with Pug though. 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 came down the
hall and went 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. Don't worry. I'm 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 at recess. Sometimes when he saw me on the school
yard he would waive at me. Today he came over and told me how
much he was looking forward to seeing me after school. I blushed
so badly it almost hurt. I could feel my whole face burning. He
just leered at me, reached down and flipped up my tiny skirt, and
went back to his friends.

When I got home from school I went to my room to undress. Mom was
out back hanging up laundry. We had a dryer, but Pug made her
hang the laundry outside on nice days. He said the clothes
smelled better.

I paused at my door. Or rather, I paused where my door had once
been, and contemplated what my life was turning into. I put my
books on my desk and undres