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My Humiliation - 4
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)
***
The continuation of My Humiliation, I tell of the death
of my husband Jimmy, the birth of my baby, who was
conceived during my multiple rape at Moses party, my
lesbian experiences with Jimmie's sister Jessie, and
the visit from my father, which culminates in his
incestuous rape of my body. (FF, inc, nc, rp, 1st)
***
Jimmy was beginning to realise he had gone to far with
me; not only was I refusing to take part in any of his
perversions with Moses, or any of the other men he
occasionally brought home; but I was refusing him sex
too; even though he sometimes beat me and raped me, I
would just lie there like a corps; very off putting for
him.
I tried everything I could to get my children out of
care; I even went to see my Member of Parliament. When
he saw the documentation provided by the welfare people
describing my so called suicide attempt, and
promiscuity, he apologised and said he was afraid there
was nothing he could do to help me. This was enough to
really make me contemplate suicide. My nerves were
shattered because of the strain I was under, so the
doctor prescribed medication for me; I honestly think
this did more harm than good.
Moses sometimes came round to the house while Jimmy was
out; often he tried to get me into bed, but I refused;
he even tried telling me that. "A good, shag would do
you good; Kathy, it's what you need; my big black cock
stuffed up you will make you cum and relieve all your
tension." He didn't know that I had never had an orgasm
during sex; I only ever came when I played with myself.
When I was eight months pregnant Jimmy had his
accident. The police; came to the house one night. "Are
you Kathy S..., wife of Jimmy S...?" Nervously I told
them I was; I found it was never a good omen when
police turned up at the house. "Can we come inside?" I
stepped back to allow them into the room; all sorts of
things racing through my mind. "What was wrong; was
Jimmy in trouble; were my children alright; was it
something to do with my mom or dad?"
"I think you should sit down Mrs. S..., we have some
bad news for you." Shaking; I crossed the room and sat
at the table; the police officer continued. "We believe
your husband James S...; has been involved in an
accident from which he has died from the injuries he
received." It was difficult to comprehend what the
police man was saying. "W-what happened?" I stammered.
"W-what's happened to Jimmy?" "We believe your husband
was drunk; according to eye witnesses; it seems that he
staggered from the pavement into the road and was hit
by a bus." I began to cry and giggle uncontrollably; I
heard the police man's voice. "Do you understand what
we are telling you Mrs. S...; your husband has been
killed; he's dead?"
I heard my own voice asking. "Did he suffer; was he in
pain; was it quick for him?" "I don't know; I honestly
can't tell you." replied the cop. "I hope he did; I
hope he died in agony; I hope the bastard suffered as
much as he's made me suffer." The two officers looked
at me; then exchanged glances; one said.
"Your upset Mrs. S..., it's a lot to take in; do you
have someone who can stay with you?" I was still
rambling. "Do you have any relatives; friends; maybe;
or your neighbour's?" Just then there was a knock at
the door, one of the cops opened it and in stepped
Jessie. After explaining that she was Jimmie's sister;
and my sister in law: The police men told me. "You must
go to the morgue tomorrow; so as to identify Jimmie's
body." Then they left.
Jess and I spent an hour or so talking about Jimmy; she
told me that a couple of his friends had been to the
family home; they had told her mother and her about
Jimmie's death. "I know he's been a bastard to you
Kathy; but he didn't deserve to die like that." I
laughed; "What do you know; do you know what the evil
cunt made me do with all those men; I bet you didn't
know that he made me fuck Paul on his birthday; did
you?" Jess looked shocked. "You and your fucking family
didn't care when he beat me up and forced me to shag
hundreds of other men for money either; did you?" She
sat open mouthed listening to my tirade. "You all
blamed me because the kids were put in care; none of
you even asked me why; did you; not that any of you
gave a fuck about me?"
I mentioned in pt3 of my story that Jimmie's family
were all against me and didn't like me; I also said
that this was not strictly true. Unbeknown to me there
was one member of his family; apart from Paul, who did
like me; "his sister Jessie." In fact it turned out
that she was bisexual, and that she had fancied me for
a long time.
Jess began to weep. "That's not true; I care about you
Kathy; I always cared about you; if I had said anything
my mom would have gone mad." She made us both a cup of
tea and gave me a couple of pills. "Here Kathy take
these; they will calm your nerves and help you sleep."
After the tea and pills I felt drowsy and said I was
going to bed. "I'll stop here with you tonight Kathy;
is it ok if I use the kids room?" Without answering I
went upstairs to bed; I must have been extremely tired,
because as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.
I must have been dreaming: I felt an enormous sense of
arousal: I was being gently kissed on my lips; not the
way Jimmy kissed me, or any other man for that matter.
But softly: with warmth and passion. My breasts were
being stroked and needed; fingers were rolling and
gently squeezing my nipples. I seemed to be drifting in
and out of consciousness: there was a tremendous
feeling between my legs; it was as though someone was
licking my pussy; I could feel the warmth of breath on
my vagina; a tongue lapped inside me; then stroked back
and forth over my clit a few times. I could sense my
hips gyrating as the tongue brought me to a mind
shattering orgasm; my whole body shook until I lost
consciousness again.
I was awakened by Jess and a hot cup of tea. "How are
you feeling this morning?" she asked; her face flushed
by a soft rosy colour. "OK I think; I had this weird
dream; it was like someone was making love to me; I had
this wonderful feeling in my pussy; but it wasn't a
cock; I had the most fantastic climax. At least I think
I did; I never felt anything like it before." Jess
smiled. "You better get up; we have to go to the morgue
to identify Jimmy: then; we must see what mom wants to
do about his funeral. I drank the tea then climbed out
of bed and began to undress; funny; I went to bed fully
clothed last night as I was so tired; but now I don't
have my knickers on.
After washing and dressing in clean clothes; Jess and I
caught a bus into town and headed for the mortuary, it
was about 11am when we arrived and after a few
formalities; I was asked into a room where there was a
sort of table with what looked like a body lying on it
covered by a sheet. There was a police man and a
mortuary attendant present, besides myself; Jess had
been asked to wait out in the corridor.
The police man asked me if I was ready and I nodded;
"Yes:" The attendant then pulled down the sheet
covering Jimmie's face; he looked different; gone was
the permanent scowl he always seemed to have on his
face; in it's place was the image of an innocent young
man who had passed away in the prime of his life. I was
taken by surprise; there were no marks at all; not even
a scratch. "Do you recognise this man; miss?" "Yes." I
replied to the police man's question. "He is my husband
Jimmy."
Jess and I left the building and caught a bus; we had
to go and see my mother in law; something I wasn't
looking forward too at all. "Not a scratch; not one
single fucking scratch; all the pain and suffering he
put me through; and the bastard goes out like a light."
I muttered to no one in particular. The doctor's report
had said that when Jimmy was hit by the bus, he had
been knocked to the ground and hit his head on the
road; it turned out the bus was hardly moving and had
caused no injuries whatsoever to Jimmie's body.
The fucking evil bastard had died instantly from
banging his head on the road. "Why couldn't the cunt
have suffered like I have; I wish he'd lingered on for
months in agony, I could have watched and took the piss
out of him." "Kathy; you don't mean that; it's a cruel
thing to say?" Jess was shocked by what I said about
her brother and began crying
The first thing Jimmie's mom said when I entered the
house was. "Did he have insurance; how much?" As I
tried to answer she interrupted. "He's your husband;
it's your responsibility to pay for the funeral; if
there's no insurance don't come to me, I've no money."
Eventually, I explained that there was enough money to
bury Jimmy; with a little left over.
"It should be shared out; Jimmy would want all his
family to benefit from it; how much is left?" I was
angry with her; and for the first time ever I snapped
back at her. "Whatever money is left it's for me and my
kids." "Fuck you and his family; you all treated me
like shit; tell me; what did any of you ever do for
us?"
The people in the house were stunned; Jess sat open
mouthed gawping at me; my mother in law turned crimson
and began to sweat profusely; as she tried to think up
an answer she just stammered her words. I had the upper
hand at last and laid into her again. "You call
yourselves a family; that's crap you're just a load of
animals; you all knew what Jimmy was doing to me;
making me have sex with all his mates for money; what
did any of you do to help me?" I'll tell you. "Nothing;
sweet fuck all; the worst thing I ever did was to get
mixed up with your poxy family." As I left the house I
threw back. "Another thing; you'll not get to see the
grandchildren either."
I went ahead and arranged the funeral myself, seeing as
how his mother wanted nothing to do with it now I had
made it clear she was getting nothing out of it.
Although I had the insurance money I ordered the
cheapest of everything; and to be honest it showed. On
the day of the funeral there were several nasty
comments; such as. "Co-op job, cut price crap, cheep
shit?" And so on; none of them actually directed at me.
I had only ordered a hearse for Jimmy and one limousine
for the kids and me; they had been allowed out of care
with a social worker to attend their father's funeral;
the rest of his family were left to make their own way
to the Crematorium. My own parents were conspicuous by
their absence. I could hear my mother in law
complaining that Jimmy always said he wanted to be
buried, not cremated: I turned on her and snarled. "In
that case, you should have drowned the bastard as a
child and buried him years ago." She sat staring at me
open mouthed and burst into tears.
After the service I left immediately with my children
and the social worker; who incidentally was very kind
and considerate towards us; my children knew her well
and seemed to like her very much. We went back to my
house where I made a few sandwiches and tea; the social
worker had brought cakes with her when she first came
with the kids. While chatting she asked me.
"Kathy; I'm not trying to interfere, but what are you
going to do now?" I thought for a moment and replied.
"I don't really know; get a job I suppose." she
continued. "You strike me as quite an intelligent young
woman; why not try and get back into adult education;
get some qualifications behind you and find yourself a
worthwhile job?" At the time I never thought much about
what she said.
The rest of Jimmie's family and friends went to the
pub; from what I later heard most of them were pissed
and causing trouble.
I spent a wonderful couple of hours with my children,
playing and telling stories before the social worker
regrettably informed me that they would have to leave.
After kissing the children and saying our goodbyes; I
settled down with a cup of tea and thought about my
life. I had never been a very happy child, probably due
to the strict regime my parents imposed on me. Although
I had many friends, I never really had anyone who was
very close: It seemed they all let me down in some way
or another.
My relationship with Jimmy had been a total disaster; I
had fallen for his mind control games to a point where
my life was no longer my own. Now I was on my own;
Jimmy was gone; I had lost my children, although I
still saw them regularly; and I was still disowned by
my own parents. "Kathy; you've got your life back, it's
up to you to choose the way you live it." Or so I
thought.
That evening Jess dropped by; I had somehow warmed to
her even though she was part of the family of horrors;
as I now saw them. Jess had brought a couple of bottles
of wine, so we set about drinking them. She filled me
in about the goings on at the pub, the fighting and the
police being called. Reluctantly; after a lot of
persuasion; she told me what people had been saying
about me.
"I was a slag; a whore; an unfit mother; a prostitute
who had ruined Jimmie's life." Funny how everyone that
knows the truth; sees it in a different light after a
few drinks. Jess said. "There was a collection for you
in the pub, but after mum had finished running you down
about the funeral it was given to her instead; it came
to £107." I laughed and told her it was ok. "I don't
want their fucking money anyway."
Jess asked to stay the night and said she would sleep
in the kid's room; after the wine and long day, I
drifted off to sleep quite easily. Again I was
dreaming; the same sort of dream as before; I was in
complete arousal; someone was kissing me gently; my
tits were being caressed, I could feel my nipples,
solid; I moaned. The lips attached to mine disappeared;
the hands on my breasts removed; I awoke. "Je...ss,
Jess, what are you doing to me?" "Oh god Kathy; I'm
sorry; I...I...couldn't help it; I...I love you, I
thought you were asleep." she began to sob. "W as it
you the last time; d...did you touch me when you stayed
over before?" Jess answered sheepishly. "Yes Kathy; I
gave you sleeping tablets, I know I shouldn't have; I
didn't have any this time so you woke up; I'm sorry."
I reached out with my arm and pulled her to me and
cuddled her. "It's ok Jess, don't cry, I thought I had
dreamed it all; I wasn't sure if I had really had that
fantastic climax or not." As we talked Jess crawled
into my bed and we held each other tight; we exchanged
a few kisses, I thought how soft and tender her lips
were compared to men.
I felt a hand on my breast again, she was rolling my
nipple between her finger and thumb; I returned the
favour by cupping and gently squeezing her tit. There
was an intense sexual chemistry between us; I felt her
hand parting my legs; she slid it up my thighs and
stroked my pussy through the thin fabric of my
knickers; I raised my bottom off the bed so she could
remove them. Her fingers delved into my cunt; one; two;
she was massaging my clit; "Oh god, such pleasure."
I put my hand gingerly between her thighs; no pants to
obstruct my fingers as I slipped them inside her; she
was so tight and wet; as I massaged her clit with my
thumb she trapped my hand in a vice like grip when she
closed her thighs tightly; her orgasm was loud.
"Agh...oh god; I'm coming; oooh, agh! My fanny's on
fire; don't stop, oh please don't stop." After she had
calmed down she kissed me passionately, then slid down
the bed and between my open thighs; I felt her hot
breath on my vagina; using her fingers she prized open
my outer lips; her tongue licked me from my bottom to
my clit; the sensation was electrifying; she repeated
over and over, until her long tongue slipped inside my
hole and licked me to a fantastic climax. We had a
couple of repeat performances throughout the night.
When we woke we talked; I'm sorry Jess, we shouldn't
have done it; I don't know why I let you do it to me.
"I.I. I'm not a queer; I've never been with a woman
before." Jess replied indignantly. "I'm not a fucking
queer either: I've got a boyfriend and I love his cock;
it's just that I like girls too; girls are soft and
tender, their bits are smooth and fine; not hard and
rough like a mans." I had to agree with her there;
although she was my only female sex partner, I knew
there was no comparison to the many men that had fucked
and used my body for their sole pleasure.
Two weeks after Jimmie's funeral I went into hospital
where I gave birth to my baby; a boy; just as I had
feared the baby turned out to be black; the product of
one of those animals who had repeatedly raped me at
Moses party. The welfare people came to the hospital to
see me; they were asking me all sorts of questions. "Do
you know who the father is; are you still in contact
with him?" I tried to explain that I had been raped by
several black men but they ignored my explanations.
"How come your other children are white; have you taken
up with a coloured man?" They went on to tell me that
due to my past medical, promiscuous and psychiatric
history, the baby would have to be taken into care also
for his own protection. "What psychiatric history; I
don't have one?" "Your attempted suicide," Came, the
curt reply. I asked about adoption; still trying to get
the message across that the baby was the result of my
being raped.
After all the formalities of form signing the baby was
taken away from me; to be honest; I didn't feel any
maternal instincts at all towards the child; probably
due to the circumstances in which he was conceived.
When I went to use the toilet, I overheard the two
welfare women talking to a doctor and nurse; through
the partly open outer door of the toilet I heard a
voice. "There's too much of it going on; far too many
young white girls going with blacks; getting pregnant
and dumping the results on society." someone else
replied.
"Enoch Powel was right; the government let too many of
them into the country." The doctor must have spoken
next because it was a male voice I heard. "You mark my
words; in a hundred years or so there won't be any
white babies born in England; they'll all be pickaniny
mongrels." I couldn't help myself; I erupted into fits
of laughter and left the toilet under the withering
glare of those speaking.
I managed to find myself a job in a factory assembling
bicycles; the money was good as I was on piece work,
"In those days most people used bikes." I was managing
to pay the rent on the house along with other bills.
Things were ticking over nicely apart from a few of
Jimmie's friends hitting on me, pestering me for sex; I
wasn't interested in any of them and there was no way I
would sleep with them. Besides I had the occasional
visit from Jess; I felt I no longer needed a man in my
life; Jess was more than enough to satisfy me sexually.
At last everything was good for me; I even had weekend
visits from my kid's.
A little over a year later I had a visit from my
father; I was very surprised because both he and my
mother still wanted nothing to do with me; I had tried
on many occasions to make peace with them, without
success. When I answered the door dad just barged in
past me. "To what do I owe this visit?" I asked
haughtily.
"Your out; Mrs. Roberts wants you out of the house by
the weekend." His voice sounded slurred as if he was
drunk. "Mrs. Roberts knows what's been going on between
you and that other whore; as if you hadn't had enough
with your fucking good for nothing husband; now you're
a lesbian like his filthy sister."
I was shocked; not just by his tirade at me; more by
how he found out about Jess and me. "Yes everybody
knows; that fucker she's engaged to told every cunt at
work." It turned out that Jessie's fiancé had a fantasy
of watching her have sex with another woman; when she'd
had a few drinks one night she told him about us and
our little affair. Being the mouthy bastard he was, he
told some of his friend's at work, they in turn told
others and it spread like wildfire. It just so happened
that my dad worked at the same place and was also told.
He wouldn't listen to my lame explanations. "Mrs.
Roberts knows, her grandson told her; now she wants you
out." He lunged forward grabbing me by my upper arms;
shaking me like a rag doll. "How can you keep on
humiliating your mother and me like this?" He had his
face close to mine; there was a wild look in his eyes,
and I could smell the drink on his breath.
I was absolutely terrified; I had never seen my father
so angry in all my life. Throughout all my troubles
with Jimmy; my father knew all the disgusting things I
had been forced to participate in; he had never behaved
like this. Admittedly he had been angry and upset, and
he had always made it clear to me that he was ashamed
of my activities; and so no longer considered me to be
his daughter.
He was forcing me backwards, onto the couch; I felt
myself lying, stretched flat on my back along its
length; I could still hear him ranting. "Everybody;
every, single, fucking, body in the neighbourhood has
fucked you; they call you the bike; have you any idea
how this makes your mother and me feel?" He was foaming
at the mouth. I was crying; my whole body was quivering
with fear. I tried to plead with him but I was so
scared that whatever I was trying to say came out
garbled. He was trying to kiss me; his slobbery lips
crushing down on mine; his tongue trying to force its
way into my mouth; I tried to struggle and scream but
to no avail.
He held my hands above my head with his one hand; the
other was alternately fondling and squeezing my tits
quite roughly. My blouse was wrenched open pulling off
the buttons; he dragged my bra up to my neck freeing my
breasts; all the time he still verbally abused me. "You
little slut; they say your cunts an ever open door; you
like cock so much you let anyone up your hole." "No
daddy please; I'm sorry."
He now had my right tit in his mouth; sucking viciously
and biting my nipple so hard I thought he would bite it
off. My skirt was round my waist; he was fumbling with
his fly buttons. "Daddy stop; you can't do this I'm
your daughter; please it's all wrong." I could feel his
hard prick pressing into my thigh; there was wetness
from his pre-cum. Now he had a hold on my knickers
pulling at them hard, twisting and tearing them till he
had them off.
My right leg was forced up onto the back rest of the
couch. "You dirty whore; you shagged all those men;
even niggers; you let them black bastards shoot their
filthy spunk up you and had a black enamel bastard of
your own." He was on top of me; probing for the
entrance to my hole. "Oh god no; p...lease your my
father; you mustn't do this."
More pushing and probing, he adjusted his angle.
"N...o, Stop, take it out; p...lease daddy, get off me;
pull your cock out your not wearing a Johnnie." He was
thrusting into me like a mad man. It was as though he
hadn't shagged anyone for years: grunting and panting.
"Fuck condoms; everybody else stuffs you without them;
I'm coming inside you same as all the others; at least
my kid wont be a pickaniny." No matter how much
pleading and begging I did, he carried on riding me
until he ejaculated. "Agh, oh god, I'm coming... oh...
Kathy; I love you." I felt his penis jerking inside me;
the sloppiness as he kept on fucking me until he lost
his erection, after a while his prick came out of me
with a plop; followed by a copious amount of his spunk.
I lay there sobbing as he eventually lifted himself off
me. "How could you; I'm your daughter; after all you
said to me you raped me? Why?" He sat at the kitchen
table, ashen faced; his dick still protruding from his
fly; surrounded by gobs of spunk that showed up against
the Navy Blue of his trousers. He was silent for a
moment. "Kathy I'm so sorry; I'm sorry for everything,
I shouldn't have been so unkind to you; I love you, I
always have." "You had a funny way of showing it; ever
since I first met Jimmy you've treated me like shit."
He raised his head and looked at me. "I know; I wanted
to hurt you like you were hurting me; I was jealous."
I went upstairs to get cleaned up and re-dressed; when
I returned downstairs he was still sitting there with
his cock hanging out. "I should report this to the
police; you raped me; your own daughter; suppose I get
pregnant?" I was shocked by his answer. "I want you to;
I want you to have my baby; I told you I loved you
Kathy. I've always wanted to make love to you since you
were little."
I felt sick to my stomach. "Your disgusting; you're a
pervert; what's mom going to say when I tell her what
you've done to me?" He was startled by my outburst.
"No...; no you can't; please Kathy don't say anything
to her; it'll kill her." looking at him as he sank in
his chair he was pathetic, I actually felt sorry for
him as he cried like a baby.
We began to talk to each other as a father and daughter
should, without malice. I explained to him all the
things that had happened to me these past few years.
The way Jimmy had forced me to take part in all his
disgusting fantasies, my enforced life of prostitution,
all the rapes and beatings I had suffered at the hands
of my husband and his so called friends.
The anguish: of my lovely children being taken into
care. The only happiness I had in years with Jess. "I'm
not a lesbian daddy; it's just that I needed to be
loved; no one wanted me and Jess was there in my hour
of need after Jimmy died." this was very true, Jess and
I just provided each other with sexual relief. I poured
my heart out to him.
My father went on to tell me of his jealousy when I
took up with Jimmy; of the sexual feelings that he had
harboured for me ever since I was a child. He took
great pains in convincing me that he had no feelings
for other children; I believed him. He said it broke
his heart the way he had treated me; all the names he
had called me, and the insults he threw at me. He had
tried so many times to get in touch, but had found it
impossible to make the initial contact; his selfish
pride just wouldn't allow it. The longer we were apart,
the more difficult it became for him; in the end it had
turned him into a bitter and twisted man
I told my father he should leave; to be honest we were
both becoming a little emotional. As he got to his feet
I said with a grin. "You better put your cock away
first; you don't want to get nicked for flashing." He
looked down to his crotch red faced; he hadn't realised
his tool was still hanging out. When he was leaving I
asked. "Is there anything you can do with Mrs. Roberts;
can you talk her into letting me stay?" He looked at me
with a sorry expression. "I'll try"
I couldn't bring myself to report my dad to the police
for raping me; neither did I have the heart to tell my
mother, I knew if she ever found out it would destroy
her. From that day onwards the relationship between my
father, and eventually my mother and I: improved for
the better. What my father did to me was never
mentioned by either of us again.
***
If any of my readers would like to send feedback on my
stories, it would be very much appreciated. Without
such feedback, an author has no idea if he/she, is
writing well enough to keep their audience interest in
their work. Even criticism is better than no comment at
all from readers.
Kathy S.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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