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What Did You Expect To Happen?
by Art S Healing (address withheld)
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A young girl comes home after being sexually assaulted
at a party. Instead of sympathy, she finds that her
parents blame her for dressing like a slut, and they
punish her in the most peculiar way. MMFg, ped, nc, inc,
exh, mast, spank, huml)
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Author Note: The following story is a FANTASY only. I
use writing to stimulate a numbing feeling concerning
certain memories about when I was raped. If you are one
who has aggressive tendencies concerning abuse, please
use this and other stories as an outlet. Whether you
have been abused or you have dangerous urges, reading
and writing stories may help. But use it only if it
works in that way for you.
If it does not then PLEASE THINK! YOU CAN NOT EVER
IMAGINE THE DAMAGE YOU CAN DO BY REAL LIFE ABUSE. Take
it from me, I know. Its aftermath never completely goes
away. The best you can hope for is to deal with it.
Like most of my work, this story reflects an incident
that happened to me. Some parts are more literal while
others are symbolic. I suppose, like any literary art,
it is up to the reader to determine which is which. I
would never even consider harming anyone, let alone a
young person. There is no shortage of abuse in this
world- please don't add to it. Never let the world of
imagination leak into the physical world if it may cause
someone damage. If you need help, there are plenty of
therapists and programs out there. Please use them.
Thank you.
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What did you expect to happen?
By Art S Healing
"So what did you expect to happen," said young Crystal's
mom. "You sneak out of the house when you're supposed to
be asleep, you dressed like a slut. Don't blame me if
you get what's coming to you."
"But mom- they raped me. Don't you care? Aren't you
going to do anything?"
"Yes. Your father and I are going to punish you like you
deserve. We were in bed, half asleep. We had to get
dressed and we were just about to hunt you down. You are
in big trouble." They all stood in the living room.
Usually it was a quiet place, but on this night, it was
filled with angry energy. Crystal just wanted to go to
bed and forget about this night and what happened at the
party, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.
Finally, Crystal's father, red faced with anger, spoke
up through gritted teeth. He had been quiet for most of
the conversation and that scared Crystal more then if
he'd been yelling at her.
"God damn it Crystal, you're twelve years old. You can't
just do whatever you want. You're too young for parties.
A month ago, you were acting your age- the way a twelve
year old should act. I know you're going to be a
teenager soon, but that's no excuse for acting like a
slutty little whore. Just look at you!"
The girl knew she looked like a tramp. Being thin and
tightly toned, she was being dogged after by the boys
even without dressing like she had. She wanted to add
fuel to her sexual fire by wearing sexy black boots, a
short matching miniskirt and a veil-thin yellow tube top
that show off her firm, budding, dinner roll-sized
breasts clear to her tiny perked nipples. She may as
well not have been wearing anything over them. She
wanted to look older then she is, but during the party,
she realized that she just came off as slutty.
"I know I shouldn't have snuck out, but I was just going
to stay for a little..."
"I don't care how long you were going to stay,"
interrupted her mother, "that's not the point. We said
no parties, and we meant it."
Exasperated, Crystal flung what happen out again, "But
they raped me, mom!" she shouted. "Don't you care about
that?"
"Hey! Don't you dare talk back to us!" retorted her dad,
towering over her. "If you had listened to us, it never
would have happened."
Her mom nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and besides, you
can't blame those boys. At their age, they do things
like that. It's up to the girl to keep them at bay- not
dress and act like a slut. You turned them on. If you
act like you're in heat, boys are going to respond.
Tease them to much and boys will be boys. Just think of
the signals you were sending out- being dressed like a
tramp. So a couple of boys got carried away. What did
you expect to happen?"
"It was five boys," Crystal corrected, trying to surf
her voice steady.
"Whatever," her mother blasted. "I'm fed up with you.
Your father and I have discussed it and we're going to
home school you from now on. And no more buying your own
clothes."
"But daddy..."
The young girl's words froze in place as her father
boldly pinched her nipples through the thin, yellow tube
top. "Look at this! I can see your nipples clear as
day." Crystal looked expectantly at her mother who just
stood there with her arms crossed angrily, saying
nothing.
"I can't believe you're not even wearing a damn bra,"
said her dad.
Crystal held her breath and felt her chest instinctively
tighten as her own father mauled her, but fearfully, she
didn't say a word, even as his pinching turned into a
mild nipple twist. "We're very disappointed in you," he
claimed as he glared at her chest. Then his nipple
fiddling expanded into a full breast fondling. "You
can't dress like this and expect boys not to want to
fuck you- showing off these little firm tits like a
slut."
"See," said her mother, "look at what you're doing to
your own father. You're driving him crazy. I told you,
boys and men can't help themselves. Tell your daddy that
you're sorry for getting him all hot and bothered." The
whole time her father continued to caress her tight
titties, staring at them like a hungry dog.
"I'm sorry daddy, I wasn't trying to..." Crystal was
interrupted by her own gasp as her father grabbed her
tube top and yanked it down over her smooth, flat tummy.
Her hands instinctively covered what little titties she
had, only to be slapped down by her mother. It was a
true parental team effort.
"You fucking tramp- you're going to play modest with
us?" she said. "Where was your modesty when you got
dressed for that damn party? Keep those arms down until
we say different."
Reluctantly the young girl let her arms hang down,
feeling the weight of them as if they were made of
stone. It was strange to have her breasts completely
exposed in front of her parents, even if she only had
tiny ones. She was unsure why her tiny pink nipples were
hardening so, but it definitely added to her
embarrassment. Her parents had always disciplined her by
spankings, humiliation, and unusual punishments, but
they had never gone this far. "But mom, please..."
"No!" her dad said boldly. "No more backtalk. You wanted
to show off to your friends and total strangers, now you
can show off to us. Now it's time for your spanking.
Turn around, bend over and hold your knees."
Crystal did as she was ordered, feeling her tiny
miniskirt rising until the bottom of her ass came into
view.
"Spread your legs wider, slut," he added. She opened
them to about shoulder length. "Wider!" shouted her dad.
Afraid to make him angrier, she spread them much farther
than she ever had during any previous spanking, and that
forced the hem of her short skirt to rise above her
hairless cunny, exposing it completely.
She could feel her face turning hot and red with
embarrassment. They must also be able to see that she
was wearing no panties, although it was not by choice.
She could have predicted what happened next as if she
were a prophet.
After a shocked gasp, her mother said her full name,
something she only did when she was at her boiling
point. "...I can't believe you! Did you shave your cunt
hairs?"
"No ma'am. I haven't gotten them yet."
Her mother shook her head. "You don't have any yet and
you're already acting like some two-bit whore." She
reached out and latched on to her daughter's pussy,
holding it firmly. "Do you know what hairless pussies do
to young boys? It makes them go wild. Is that what you
want?"
Crystal glanced at her mother peripherally as she
debated on whether her mom was being rhetorical. "You
went out in a miniskirt and no panties," continued her
mother, "and you're going to try and blame some innocent
boys because you drove them crazy?!" Then she pinched
Crystal's cunt lips, causing the little girl to squeak
out. "Is this the way we raised you?"
"But I was wearing panties when I left. One of the boys
kept them. He said it was a souvenir."
"Yeah, right," said her father. "You lied about going to
bed. You lied as soon as you walked in the door about
where you'd been, and now you're lying again. Aim your
ass up high! I'm sick of this!"
Still clasping her wide spread kneecaps, Crystal arched
her lower back, which tilted her toned bottom upward. It
was not unusual for them to make her do that, but never
before had she been this exposed as it happened.
Her mother let go of her cunny, and her father lifted
her mini skirt over her slender hips. The young girl
craned her neck to see her parents behind her. "Can I at
least put on some underwear please," she pleaded.
"You mean MAY I put some on," corrected her mother. "And
no, you may not. You did this to yourself. I don't what
to hear another word out of you, slut, or it won't be
you father's hand that'll be doing the spanking, it'll
be the paddle... the big paddle. Got it?"
The young girl faced forward again, readying herself for
the enviable. When her daddy's hand made contact, it
wasn't just thwacking her ass-end. Several of his
fingertips struck her cum soaked pussy and she jumped.
"You'd better hold still," he warned. He hit her again
and his finger momentarily jetted into the opening of
her twat. He withdrew and struck again- hard.
After a number of times, Crystal bit her lower lip and
held her breath, unable to control tiny squeaks and
yelps. She knew better than to scream out like she
wanted to. They had no tolerance for such a thing. After
a few initial blows, he would stop and leave his hand to
rest on her reddening ass cheeks. Then he did it for
longer and longer periods, giving minuet rubbings, even
sliding up and down her slit.
She couldn't believe her mother wasn't stopping this.
She had to have noticed. Then her daddy reared back and
struck again. The small girl could not keep count how
many times she was being spanked, nor did she try. Each
smack that managed to make contact on her bare pussy
lips was a shameful reminder of what her pussy had
already been through that night.
She could not help but tighten the pink tunnel of her
pussy, which squeezed out some of the cum she been
unable to get out on the way home. Suddenly her father
stopped, resting his hand over her slit, only to
brazenly toy with it. He openly fingered her cunny
entrance.
"My god, Lisa," her dad said to his wife as he rubbed
the puffy, hairless surface, "her cunt is soaking wet. I
think this little bitch is getting horny."
"I'm not... it's from the..."
"What did I tell you, Crystal!" said her mother. "For
talking during your punishment, you're going to get a
little something extra now. Do you want to go for more?
Put your eyes forward and shut up."
The girl said nothing- not even when her daddy did
something he'd never done before. Instead of just
resting his hand over the surface of her twat, he began
stroking it vigorously, essentially masturbating her.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut. You're
getting this tight thing felt up again, aren't you?" he
said.
Crystal's little pussy was still a bit sore, and she
could scarcely admit to herself that it did actually
feel somewhat soothing. The moister made hushed slurping
sounds and she could feel her embarrassment welting up
like a flash fever of adrenaline. She was unsure as to
whether or not she was enjoying this forbidden
incestuous act.
"Now look at what you've done," chimed her mother.
"You're getting your father all horny- just like those
poor boys. I hope you're happy. What am I going to do
with you?"
Crystal couldn't have been more shocked as her daddy
began to press forward- squirming his index finger
inside her taut pussy. Although she was young and tight,
the spunk of the five boys, mixed with her own arousal,
lubed the way for her daddy. The young girl couldn't
help but whimper out shamelessly at her father's blatant
actions, and her mother's nonchalant reaction to this
whole thing made it all the more illicit and arousing.
Then he abruptly shoved his finger up her tiny asshole.
"They fucked you up here too, didn't they? I bet you
loved it too, slut." Then he started to siphon his
juiced up finger in and out of her little exposed
rectum. Crystal tried not to moan, but failed.
She rolled her eyes and thrust her head back. The truth
was that those boys had not even touched her asshole,
but she knew she could say nothing in her own defense.
She was in enough trouble and they wouldn't have
believed her anyway. Never had anything gone up her ass
before and it was hard for her to admit that it felt
good. Soon her daddy was pounding her pussy with his
knuckles as his deeply embedded finger slammed the
squealing girl's asshole.
She couldn't deny it to herself- she wanted him to put
his big finger back in her cunny and feed the burning
fire of its lust. She felt teased and fought the urge to
masturbate right then and there. Crystal looked between
her legs at her tiny but swollen clit and could wait no
longer. She reached for it, rubbing it rapidly in little
circles. This did not go unnoticed.
"See," claimed her father, "the little cock-whore is
getting off on it. She loves driving guys crazy."
"Aw, Tom-baby," said Crystal's mom, "You poor thing, the
little tease got your prick hard as a rock."
The young girl turned her head as she continued to
fiddle with her clitty just enough to see her mother
rubbing her daddy's cock through his pants. She wanted
to see it so badly. While sex had by far never been
taboo within their house, and Crystal had seen her
parents fuck since she was a little girl, it had always
been different than this.
They would leave the room, although her mother would
sometimes blow off her father while she was right there
watching TV or doing her homework, but mostly they would
get going and head for their bedroom, leaving the door
wide open. A few times, they would get carried away and
fucked on the couch with her in the room and she would
pretend not to watch, but of course, she did.
They seemed to be especially loud on purpose when she
was around. She had watched them fucking more times than
she could possibly count, and they knew it. In fact, she
knew they knew it. They would glance her way while their
daughter would finger herself to orgasm, but never did
any of them make eye contact. It just went on for years
that way; with everyone pretending that they didn't know
or didn't care. She learned much about fucking that way,
but it had remained happily unspoken.
But now, she was being directly included, whether she
liked it or not. While still resisting, she was losing
the battle with herself in denying the naughty feelings
that this decadent act was shining upon her lust like a
spotlight. Now that the attention was focused on her
asshole, her young pussy was really tingling- itching
for more. Part of her, deep down inside did enjoy the
rape she had dealt with at the party after the initial
fear had thinned out and she realized they weren't going
to kill her- just fuck the Hell out of her.
It isn't so easy to NOT feel pleasure. There was no
brutality or direct pain involved, so after a time, she
just let it happen and by the end of the gang rape, she
was changing positions without being told and she had
cum several times. Now she was about to cum again, but
this time it was her very own daddy that was bringing
her off, and with her mom watching none-the-less. She
was only too happy when her daddy decided to switch back
to her pussy.
He rolled his finger in little circles deep inside of
her before he went back to pumping it back and forth.
His thumb would occasionally bump her little clit while
she rubbed it, and his finger squirmed inside her at the
same time. "How can I concentrate on spanking this tramp
when she's getting all wet and horny like this?" her dad
asked.
"Tom," her mother said, "do you need some relief before
you get blue balls?"
"God yes." His finger was beginning to switch back and
forth between pumping and wiggling as he replied, making
slurping sounds the whole time. "I can smell this little
slut of ours. She's driving me fucking nuts."
"Will a blowjob do?"
"No... no way... I need some pussy- bad!"
"I'll bet. Well, I'm on my period, sooo..." she looked
at her daughter, who was snow looking back at them out
of the corner of her eye. "You did this to you're poor
dad. Tell him you're sorry. Now!"
"I'm s...sorry daddy," stammered the girl, feeling an
orgasm approaching like a storm in the distance.
"Well, now you're going to have to take care of him."
"T... take care of him?" she groaned.
"Yeah- what did you expect to happen? Did you think you
could just get him all horny and not take care of him?
That would be selfish."
With that, she undid his zipper and freed his starving
cock with its seven and a half inch hard on. She was
unable to resist jerking it off a few times before
lining it up to her daughter's dripping, cum soaked
pussy. Crystal could no longer deny that she wanted it
and bent her knees slightly, hoping to give his better
access. The boys that raped her were roughly between 14
and 17. Some of the older ones were fairly big too- a
couple of them could even rival her father's length, but
none of them had been even close to being as thick.
With her ass still poised slightly upwards, the young
girl just held still while her mother opened her
precious daughter's swollen twelve year old year old
mounds. The girl looked between her wide spread legs
just long enough to see her dad's dangling balls and her
mother guiding the swollen cock into her awaiting
passageway. The very moment it sank into her, he began
to pump madly, like a crazed, horny dog, and whatever
remained of Crystal's inhibition disappeared with each
pounding thrust.
It wasn't until then that her father grabbed her
immature hips and slammed her with pure male virility.
Crystal did nothing to veil the pleasure which
encompassed her, squealing out shamelessly, even as her
mother grabbed her by the hair and drew her head back,
saying, "You fucking whore! You do love this! Your daddy
was right! You're just a fucking slut! Your daddy can't
help it... he's a man- but you... you aren't suppose to
love it! You're a dirty little cum-whore!" Then she spit
in Crystal's face, "Slut! Bitch! Dirty little cunt-
whore! Stop it this instant! He's you're daddy, you cum
loving cocksucker! You'd better not cum, you little
whore!"
This only made the young girl feel sluttier and enriched
her exploding feelings. She began pushing back as she
soared into new sexual heights. Crystal had never felt
such amazing gratification and the more her mother
humiliated her, the more she loved it. Her mother added
sporadic hard slaps to her face, and as she alternated
between calling her dirty names and spitting as she did
it. This drove the girl to burst into a cascade of long,
pulsating orgasms which nearly dropped her to the
ground.
Her knees buckled, her ears rang and she saw tiny stars
floating randomly within the outskirts of her vision,
and she screamed out like she was being murdered. This
excited her dad even more, and he could no longer hold
back. His balls shriveled and blasted his incestuous
semen deep inside the bowels of his little girl's
throbbing cunt, as he yelled out, "You little fucking
whooooorrre!"
Finally, he slowed to a stop and all was quiet. No one
moved. They had gotten far too carried away, and they
knew it. What now? Would their little girl call 911 the
first chance that she got? The worry filled the air like
a dense fog around the two adults. For a moment, they
just stood there, his softening cock still embedded in
his own little girl's soft pussy like a cork, holding
back dollops of cum. They only panted in the silence-
exhausted.
Still bent over, Crystal was the first to shatter the
flagrant stillness hovering around them. She cocked her
head so she could partially see them. "Daddy... when you
can... when you can get... hard again... can we do it
again... please," she huffed.
Her parents were shocked, but her dad quickly recovered,
realizing in that brief moment that his little girl was
a natural submissive, and he knew just what she wanted
to hear. "You're damn right I'm going to fuck you again,
you little slut," he replied, "Your punishment is far
from over. I'm going to pound your cunt raw. We're going
to take the doors off your bedroom and the bathroom so
wee can keep a constant eye on you- and that's just the
beginning. Oh yeah, you're going to love being home
schooled, whore."
Crystal smiled to herself as she tried to catch her
breath. Relieved at her daughter's attitude, her mom
used her fingers like a soft squeegee to gently caress
the spittle from Crystal's face, much like she was
tending to a little baby. Her mother's demeanor had done
a 180, and now she was cooing over her little precious
preteen whore. She softly tilted her daughter's head by
her hair and began gently licking the girl's face.
Crystal just enjoyed it for a few moments before
responding by lapping her tongue out to meet her
mother's. Before they knew it, they were French kissing
as Crystal's father moaned purely from the raunchy taboo
sight. He felt his cock already beginning to re-inflate.
If Crystal could have, she would have been purring in
that post-orgasmic moment.
She didn't know whether they were serious about her
being a dirty little slut who shouldn't be feeling
pleasure from her daddy fucking her or if it was just a
sexual game to them, but she no longer cared. She liked
what she felt. Her daddy fucked her better than she
could have ever imagined. Perhaps they did turn her into
a little crazed slut after all. But after a fucking like
that, what did they expect to happen?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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