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A New Life for Sara
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)
***
Mom and her teenage daughter become sex slaves to the
new step-dad and his sons. (Mmmm/Ff, nc, Fff-bi,
blkmail)
***
My life has recently begun to spiral out of control. Up
until a little less than a year ago everything was
great. Well, at least it was normal. I lived with my
parents in a nice house and went to a nice school and I
suppose I was a typical rotten teenager. I didn't know
how good I had it. I found out when my father died of a
heart attack.
My mother and I were pretty distraught of course. We
loved my father and there had been no warning at all.
He was only thirty-nine. The doctors said that he had a
heart defect. He had been born with it and it had been
a ticking time bomb. One day about ten months ago the
time bomb went off and he had a heart attack at work.
That was bad enough. But then the insurance company
piled on. They wouldn't pay the hospital bills because
his heart attack and subsequent death were due to a
pre-existing medical condition that he had not listed
on his application. Never mind that he had no idea that
he had a heart defect. Suddenly we were many hundreds
of thousands of dollars in debt. Dad had hung on in a
coma for days and the charges for the Intensive Care
Unit alone were obscene.
Dad had life insurance. They had thought that it was in
an amount that would be enough to take care of us if
anything happened. It wasn't. The medical bills got
almost all of it, with plenty of bills left over.
Mom sold the good car and kept dads old one for us to
get around in. But after the car was paid off there was
hardly any money left over. The main benefit had been
to get rid of the car payment.
Mom had no choice then. She put our house on the
market. The problem is, the real estate market in this
area had just taken a big downturn and by the time the
expenses of selling the house were taken care of and
the mortgage paid off there wasn't much more than
enough left over to move to a small apartment.
I thought we had hit bottom then. We weren't even
close! Ten months after dad died mom came home from
work and called me into the kitchen for a talk. I knew
from the sound of her voice that it wasn't going to be
something good. I was right.
Mom had agreed to marry a man from work. She said that
she didn't really love him, but she felt like she had
no choice. He was a widower with three sons. She had
known him for several years and she was certain that he
could provide us with security. He had always hit on
her, even when dad was still alive. After dad had died
he had waited a month or so and started chasing her all
over again.
Mom was desperate by then and so she had agreed to
marry him without ever even going out with him! She
needed someone to take over and solve her problems and
take care of her and her daughter. That was just the
way she was. She thought she was doing it for me. I was
nearly as devastated as I had been when dad had died.
Now I was going to have to move across town. I would be
leaving my school and all of my friends. I had just
turned sixteen and just started dating. My girlfriends
were girls that I had gone to school with since
kindergarten. I would have much rather stayed where we
were and stayed poor.
Mom couldn't handle it though. She was being hounded by
bill collectors and she was at the end of her rope. I
understood, I think. I had trouble coping with the
concept of marrying someone that you didn't love. I
understood that she was desperate though and saw this
as a way out. After I thought about it, I got to
wondering if she had really loved my dad all that much
either. She was never very affectionate with him. At
least they weren't when I was watching. They seemed
more like partners in a business venture than lovers. I
just never noticed it before I guess.
It would definitely be a step up for us. My new
stepfather owned his own company and had agreed to pay
off mom's debts after the wedding. I tried to talk her
out of it. I offered to get a job and give her the
money. I knew how stupid that sounded as I was saying
it, but I wanted desperately to stay in the school I
was in now. I had just started my junior year and I was
popular and involved in clubs and cheerleading and my
whole life, or what was left of it, was wrapped up in
those people and those activities.
There seemed to be something that mom wasn't telling
me. She was evasive when I asked her questions about
the man she was marrying and her motives. The more I
asked her about this agreement they had reached the
more upset she became so I dropped the subject. I knew
that there was something that she wasn't telling me
though.
On Friday we went out to dinner with the man that mom
was going to marry. He seemed nice enough. He was
pretty good looking for an old guy. I guess he was a
little older than dad, probably around forty-five. I'm
just guessing. I'm not that good at judging the ages of
grownups. His name is Larry Flack but he told me to
call him dad.
I don't know what he had treated mom like before, but I
had the impression that he felt like he was going to
own her. He was paying a lot of money for her after
all. She seemed to defer to him on every subject. He
was already giving her instructions for the wedding and
our life after the wedding. They weren't going to have
a real wedding. They were just going to go to a Notary
Public who could perform a civil ceremony. There would
be a pre-nuptial agreement. If the marriage didn't
last, for whatever reason, mom would get nothing and
would be in debt to my new father for the amount that
he was paying off to clear our debts, plus interest.
He really seemed to be taking charge of her. Then he
started on me. He told me that he had expectations for
my mother, but he also had expectations of me. I would
have chores around the house and I would be expected to
meet certain standards at school as well.
I wasn't too concerned. I was an honor student and I
had always helped around the house. So that didn't
concern me as much as the way he talked to me. I got
really mixed signals from him. On the one hand he gave
me the impression that he wasn't all that happy to be
gaining a stepdaughter and that he would really prefer
that I was not a part of the bargain. Yet it seemed
like every time I glanced up at him he was looking at
me. It wasn't an actual leer. He was kind of creeping
me out though.
I wanted to tell him that I was just as unhappy about
this arrangement as he was, if not more. I just kept my
mouth shut though and said, "Yes sir," at all of the
appropriate times. I noticed that mom looked pretty
embarrassed about the way he was talking to us. She
gave me a look that said, "Thank you," when I just
accepted his instructions meekly.
He drove us home after dinner and I was surprised and
even more embarrassed when he came back to the
apartment with us. Because as soon as we got inside our
apartment mom sent me to my room and it seemed like
only moments after I got to my room that I heard them
through the thin wall separating my bedroom from my
mother's.
He had apparently decided to start the honeymoon early.
I could actually hear him ordering my mother to undress
and commenting on her naked body. I heard him order her
to undress him and then I heard him order her to suck
his cock!
That was when I came to my senses and dug out my iPod.
I put my headphones on and turned my music up real
loud. I was still a virgin and this was not the way
that I wanted to learn about sex!
It was too late to block out the disturbing things that
I had already heard. The images in my mind were making
me feel ill. I tried not to think about it, and about
the things that I didn't hear. I struggled to undress
and get into my pajamas without dislodging the
headphones. I was afraid of what I might hear if they
came off.
I tried to read for a few minutes but it wasn't
possible. My mind was totally focused on the idea of my
mother being ordered to undress for the amusement of my
new stepfather and then undressing him and letting him
put his cock in her mouth. If I had not heard it I
would never have believed in a million years that my
mother would allow herself to be ordered around that
way, and then let a man, a man she didn't even like all
that much from what I could see, put his cock in her
mouth. I shuddered in revulsion as I fought to get
those images out of my mind.
I was still lying on my bed in the dark an hour and a
half later when mom came into my room in her robe and
sat on the side of my bed. She had left my door open
and we could see well enough with the light from the
hallway.
I took the headphones off finally and turned the music
off. I had a hell of a time looking my mother in the
eye. It didn't help that she was obviously as
embarrassed as I was. I could smell the smell of sex on
her still. I had never smelled it before, but I knew
what it was as soon as I smelled it.
We sat in silence for a while and I could see her
trying to figure out what to say. At last, in a voice
not much louder than a whisper, she said, "I'm sorry
Sara. I'm doing what I have to do. Larry isn't a bad
man. He just takes some getting used to. He is the kind
of person that is always in charge. It's just his way."
I listened to her, and I watched her. She really
thought that she was doing the right thing. She thought
that this was her only way out. She didn't even seem to
really mind the way that he talked to her and ordered
her around. She certainly didn't seem to be acting like
a woman who had been….I don't know. What was that I had
heard? Was that rape? From what little I had overheard
it hadn't sounded like they were making love.
I was beginning to realize that I hardly knew my mother
at all. At least I didn't know what she was like as a
person, as a woman. She had been a good mother and I
loved her. I just didn't know the woman who was sitting
on the edge of my bed right now.
I didn't know how to respond to her. I realized that I
knew next to nothing about the man she was marrying
either and so I asked her how she had met him. She told
me that the company he owned occupied a suite of
offices on the floor where mom worked as a junior
executive for another company.
We had learned long ago that "junior executive" was
another name for slave. They could work her any number
of hours and pay her only slightly more than she made
when she was just another worker bee. They dangled that
promotion carrot in front of her all the time. If she
worked long enough and hard enough then eventually she
would be somebody, maybe.
She had met the man who was about to become my new
"dad" in the elevator one morning several years ago and
he had been hitting on her ever since. Not in a
harassing way, but there was no doubt that he wanted
her. She had always joked with him and tried to keep it
light. She had no intention of cheating on my father.
She said that she had begun to allow him to wear down
her defenses after my father died. Not right away, but
as our situation grew steadily less bearable she became
steadily more desperate. I guess she had eventually
seen Larry Flack as our only way out.
He apparently knew what her motives were and didn't
care. He wanted a pretty, sexy, young wife. Mom was
really beautiful and when she dressed up she could be
really hot. Not that mom was young. She was thirty-
five. But she could easily pass for a woman in her late
twenties. I was starting to realize that this was a
business arrangement for both of them. She was being
evasive again though. There was still something that
she wasn't telling me.
Mom was going to continue to work, at least for a
while. He might decide later that she should stop
working, but for now he was allowing her to work.
I asked about his three sons and she informed me that
she had not met them yet. Our dinner date was the first
time that she had gone out with her future husband! In
my mind that made what had happened when he drove us
home all the more bizarre!
He had showed her pictures of his sons. Mom said that
they were thirteen, fourteen and sixteen years old and
all three of them were good looking boys. Other than
that she knew nothing about them. She only remembered
the name of the oldest, Chase.
The school year had just begun and I had tried
desperately to think of some way to stay in my school,
at least until the end of my junior year. I thought of
moving in with one of my friends or just not telling
the school that I had moved. But I knew that mom
wouldn't go for it.
Still, when I asked when the marriage was scheduled to
take place I felt like I had just been kicked in the
stomach when she told me that they would be married as
soon as the blood tests and the legal documents were
taken care of. She figured on two weeks from today at
the very most.
It was one thing when this earth shaking event was
going to take place at some unspecified time in the
future, hopefully the distant future. But two weeks! In
two weeks I would be moving into a home with three
teenage boys and a man I had just met for the first
time. I would be leaving the school I loved and all of
my friends and going to live with four males I didn't
know. The only thing that I knew for sure was that
Larry Flack was a very dominant man who had already
taken over my mother's life. I had apparently overheard
far too much of them sealing the deal this evening.
I was tempted to ask my mother how she felt about what
had just happened to her. I knew that she was nearly as
shy as I was. I was shocked at what I had heard from
the bedroom next to mine before I managed to get my
headphones on. I tried not to think about what I might
have missed. I guess that if my mother had allowed that
man to order her to undress and then suck is cock in
the demanding tones that I had overheard tonight then
we must be in pretty dire financial straits.
Mom told me that I should start packing my personal
belongings. My new father would come over tomorrow and
look through the house to see if there was any
furniture worth moving. Everything we owned would be
sold, except for our clothing and our personal items.
She sat quietly on the side of my bed for a few more
minutes and then she whispered again that she was sorry
and got up and went to her room. I heard the shower
running for a while and then the house was quiet.
I hardly slept at all that night. My thoughts, my
worries circulated through my head totally out of my
control all night long. I woke up from what little
sleep I did get an hour earlier than I normally get up
on Saturday. I was too wound up to stay in bed though,
so I got up and took a quick shower and went out to our
small eat-in kitchen. I had some juice but I didn't
feel like eating.
My mom came out in a few minutes and said, "You look
tired. I guess you had trouble sleeping last night
too?"
I just nodded.
Mom made coffee and we sat quietly at the table while
the hot water dripped through the coffee grounds
filling the small room with the pleasant aroma.
When the coffee was ready she poured herself a cup and
sat back down. The silence was oppressive and soon she
asked, "Have you thought of any questions since last
night?"
I had a dozen questions, but I could only reply, "None
that you can answer. Are you sure that this is the only
way?"
I saw that it looked like she was going to cry. I
realized that I was making it more difficult for her
and I felt bad about that. I got up and went over and
put my arms around her and said, "I'm sorry mom. I know
you are doing what you think is right. I'm not upset
with you. I'm just scared."
She said, "Me too Sara, me too." And she really did
sound scared.
Larry showed up around nine. I realized that I was
thinking of him as Larry. It would be very hard for me
to call him dad. Maybe after I knew him better, but for
now he was just the strange and frightening man that my
mom seemed to be selling herself to.
He greeted us cordially, but I noticed that he treated
us more like servants than his new wife and daughter.
Maybe my impression was colored by my feelings about
this situation, but that was the way it seemed to me.
I followed them around the small apartment as they did
an informal inventory. There were some pictures of our
family before dad died and Larry said that we could
keep them, but he didn't want them displayed in his
home.
I thought that was kind of cold. He was still my
father! I didn't say anything though. We went through
the kitchen and the living room and, except for the few
pictures we would be allowed to keep, Larry decided
that everything would have to go.
We moved down the hall to mom's room and Larry went
through everything. I was really surprised, and
embarrassed. He even went through mom's underwear! He
didn't say anything at first, but after he had looked
at everything he said, "You are going to need all new
clothes. I don't care for the dowdy things you wear.
You have a beautiful body. You need to dress to
emphasize it, not hide it. You definitely need new
underwear. That stuff all looks like my mother's
underwear! I'll pick out an outfit to wear when we
leave. Everything else in here can go. There's no sense
moving it."
We went to my room last and if I thought I had been
embarrassed watching him go through my mother's things,
this was much worse. He stood at the door and looked
around and then went in with mom and me trailing
behind. He looked around and said, "All of this
furniture can go."
After looking around he moved to my closet. He opened
the door and looked through my clothes which were
crammed tightly into the small closet. I had a much
larger closet in our old house and now I had to cram
things in pretty tightly. He struggled with what I had
hanging there and then became impatient and said, "The
hell with it. Your things are almost as bad as your
mother's. We'll pick out something for you to wear when
we leave, but the rest of this can stay too."
Somehow, the idea of this man selecting my wardrobe
made me nervous. Mom didn't say a word though, and I
was just as intimidated by him as she seemed to be.
He backed away from my closet and the embarrassment I
had felt up until now was nothing. I had been
embarrassed when he went through my mother's lingerie,
but she was going to be his wife so maybe he was
entitled to have a say in what she wore. I certainly
didn't think that my underwear was any of his damned
business!
Apparently I was wrong. He walked to my small dresser
and went through the drawers. He pulled out a random
sampling of my bras and panties and held them up and
shook his head. I was very tempted to tell him that my
underwear was none of his damned business. But somehow
I couldn't. I looked at my mother. Surely she would
object to this. This man had no business concerning
himself with my underwear!
Nothing! She just stood there blushing as her husband-
to-be inspected my underwear! He turned to me and asked
me if I had a suitcase.
I nodded. I was too shocked to answer out loud.
He said, "Get it out and we will pick out a few things
for you to pack when I get back."
Then he took my mother's arm and led her out of my room
and I stood there thinking, "Get back from where?"
He didn't go far. He led my mother into her bedroom and
as soon as the door closed I heard him order her to
strip. The walls are so thin that I could hear their
clothing rustling as I reached under my bed and pulled
out my suitcase.
There was no talking coming from the other room. This
time I guess she knew what to do without being told. I
tried not to think about it. I didn't want to know
about my mother's sex life. If you can call what they
were doing a part of my mother's sex life. I didn't get
the impression that they were making love, or even
having sex. It was more like he was using my mother to
get his rocks off.
I sat on my bed in shock as I listened to the sounds
filtering through the wall. Fifteen minutes later he
came back into my room alone. I was so embarrassed that
I couldn't look him in the face. He went right to my
closet and selected a sundress and tossed it to me.
He moved to my underwear drawer again and this time he
pulled everything out and dumped it on the bed. As he
went through my bras I saw a movement and looked up to
see my mother watching from the door to my room with a
concerned look on her face. But she didn't say a word
as Larry selected a couple of my sexiest bras and
tossed them into my suitcase. Then he did the same with
my panties. He picked up the ones that caught his eye
and ran his fingers through them thoughtfully and if
they appealed to him he tossed them in my suitcase.
Most of them didn't appeal to him and he left them in
the pile.
When he was done with my underwear drawer he said, "No
more pantyhose. I don't approve of them. If you require
hose you may wear thigh highs. With legs like yours
though, I don't see any reason for you to wear them.
Now, show me your sleepwear."
I pulled out my pajamas and he just shook his head. He
got a disgusted look on his face and said, "My boys
have more attractive pajamas than this. These won't do
at all. Don't bother to pack them."
I looked pleadingly at my mother in the doorway, but
she just looked down at the floor.
He turned to leave and I called out, "Wait! What about
my clothes? What am I going to wear? I don't….."
That was as far as I got. He turned back and said
patiently, as if he knew that he was talking to a
moron, "We will get you and your mother both new
wardrobes. Don't worry about that crap. Letting you
wear that stuff bordered on child abuse. You're a girl.
Girls like to shop for new clothes don't they? You
should be excited. You can also pack up your shoes and
any personal items and toiletries. We have decided that
you and your mother will go ahead and move in with me
and my sons. There is no sense in putting it off any
longer."
"After you two are out of here I will have a crew come
over and haul away your old clothes for Goodwill and
see if I can get anything for your furniture. Go ahead
and get ready to leave."
He looked up at my mother and said, "Are you ready
Karen? You don't have time to be standing around
gawking. Go get packed. You two come out into the
living room when you are dressed and packed."
Before he left my room he told me to take my t-shirt
and shorts off and put on the sundress that he had
selected for me.
I stared at my mother, dumbfounded at the turn of
events. I thought that I had a couple more weeks to say
goodbye to my friends and get used to the idea of going
to a new school. Mom just shrugged and turned and went
to her room.
I stared down at my suitcase and wondered when we would
be going shopping. I didn't even know what I would be
wearing to bed tonight. Hell, I didn't even know where
my new house was.
I was having a terrible time collecting my thoughts. I
couldn't even think as I looked around at all of the
familiar things that I had to get rid of. I finally
came to my senses and packed my school books and my few
items of jewelry.
I threw my shoes into a knapsack and packed my
toiletries. I packed my personal pictures and my iPod
and my camera. Then I went around and made sure that I
wasn't leaving anything I should be taking.
Finally I removed my shirt and shorts and put the
sundress on. It buttoned up the front and was
reasonable attractive. Larry wasn't happy with it. I
knew that it was too conservative for his tastes.
Once I was dressed I carried my things out to the
living room. The idea of strangers going through the
things I was leaving behind made me very uncomfortable.
It was an invasion of my privacy. Some strange men
would be digging through my clothes, through my
underwear. It was just too embarrassing to think about.
Mom was already in the living room with one small
suitcase and a toiletry bag. She looked like she had
been crying, but I couldn't say for sure. I felt like
crying too. I felt like it must feel to be taken away
by the cops. I felt like I was being arrested, or
kidnapped.
Larry grabbed the two largest suitcases and mom and I
grabbed the rest of the bags and we followed Larry out
to his car. He tossed all of the bags in the back seat
and mom and I slid into the front.
As soon as the car pulled out of the parking lot Larry
relaxed and began to drive with one hand while his
other hand moved to my mother's knee. Mom stared
straight ahead as Larry's hand pulled her legs apart
slightly and out of the corner of my eye I watched as
his hand slid confidently up her thigh and came to rest
very close to her crotch.
I couldn't believe that she would permit this. I
couldn't believe that she would permit this if I was
not there, much less with me sitting there beside them
where I couldn't help but notice.
He wasn't satisfied with just holding her thigh though.
I saw his hand move again and I saw my mother jump and
I knew that his finger was now resting against her
pussy. I was getting grossed out and I wanted
desperately to turn away. For some reason though, I was
unable to stop watching as his hand moved lightly
between her thighs.
My shock increased when, as her skirt rode up I
couldn't help but notice that she was not wearing
panties.
We rode in silence, except for my mother's loud
breathing until Larry said, "I suppose this is a lot
for you to adjust to all at once Sara. But we might as
well get it over with and get you guys moved in. On
Monday we can get you transferred to your new school
and I'm pretty sure you will like living at my house
much better than in that tiny apartment."
Somehow I didn't think I was going to like living in
his house as much as he was going to like having me
there. My mind flashed back to the look on his face as
he ran his hands through my underwear and I was getting
more convinced than ever that he had more on his mind
than rescuing my mother from a life of poverty.
I thought that we were being driven to Larry's house,
but instead he pulled into a parking lot and announced
that we would go in and get a few items to tide us over
until we could go shopping for new wardrobes. He
explained that we would need to replace our pajamas and
my mom and I would need new bathing suits so that we
could take advantage of the pool in his backyard.
I looked up at the store. We had never been in it. I
had noticed it before. I had even thought that someday,
when I was older, I would like to shop here. It was
called Sweet Nothings. Sort of a Victoria's Secret, but
much larger and they sold sexy clothes as well as
lingerie. Their ads in the paper were always pretty
hot.
As soon as we entered the store I was in awe of the
clothes that I saw everywhere I looked. They were
beautiful. They ranged from slutty to sophisticated,
but they were all beautiful and sexy and revealing. I
couldn't help thinking though that these were not the
kinds of clothes that my mother would ever wear. I also
thought that they were a bit inappropriate for a girl
my age. I certainly didn't see anything that looked
appropriate to wear to school.
Larry didn't seem to share my reservations. My mother
did. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable. But
still she didn't balk at anything Larry told her to do.
I know that she had never been very pushy, but I was
beginning to think that she had been given a complete
spinectomy.
There were only a few other customers in the store but
they didn't pay us any attention. Mom and I followed
Larry around and he went first to a bathing suit
display in the back corner of the store.
He picked out a handful of suits and handed them to my
mother. I saw only enough to know that they were not
much different than going naked. I knew I couldn't wear
one of them. I waited for him to select something more
appropriate for me, but he seemed satisfied with his
selections and he made his way to the sleepwear
section.
The first thing that I noticed was that there were no
pajamas. There was just rack after rack of sexy
sleepwear. The kind of thing a woman might wear for her
boyfriend or husband. None of the items that Larry
selected were appropriate for a sixteen year old girl
in a house with a man and three teenage boys.
He selected several sets of baby dolls for my mother
and me and I was embarrassed just to be holding them.
He also selected a lacy, sophisticated, seductive
looking peignoir for each of us. Everything was tiny
and all but transparent. I kept waiting for my mother
to say something. I was unable to believe that she
would not balk at the clothing he was selecting. If I
had tried to get her to buy me any one of these
articles of clothing two weeks ago she would not have
said no, she would have said hell no!
I kept looking at my mother, waiting for her to speak
up. She wouldn't meet my eyes though. What was she
thinking?! Did she think it would be alright for me to
wear these things in front of Larry and his three
sons?! Not that I could of course. I am not a stripper
and I do not intend to parade around half naked for
their entertainment. He had given us robes to wear over
the baby dolls. They were just as transparent as the
baby dolls.
I finally had to say something. "Um, Mr. Flack, dad, I
don't think I can wear these. I don't dress like this.
You can see right through this stuff. You know I'm only
sixteen, right?"
He just grinned and said, "Sara, you dress much too
conservatively. I'm sure you will look beautiful in
those things."
I looked at my mother again. She just stared at the
floor.
Larry said, "We'll just get you each one outfit today
so that you'll have something to go shopping in
tomorrow and then we can go home."
We followed Larry to a rack of short dresses that
looked like they were for little girls. They were
shorter than any I had ever worn before. I watched him
select a dress for my mother and then after looking
through them he handed one to me.
I stared at it, not sure if he was serious. He was. He
turned away and I thought that we were finished. If
only!
We moved to the underwear section and he picked out a
handful of sexy panties and thongs for both of us. The
panties he picked were all sluttier than anything I had
ever owned before. I took comfort in the fact that at
least they would be hidden under my clothing.
I expected him to select a few bras before we left but
he stared at my breasts for a moment and said, "You
don't need a bra Sara. Those pert little tits of yours
look just fine."
My jaw dropped at that. I looked again at my mother,
but she still didn't react. I resented his description
of my breasts. I had been wearing a B cup bra for
almost a year and I was pretty proud of my breasts.
Like most girls I suppose, I would prefer that they
were a little larger, but they were perfectly formed
and matched up reasonably well with my frame and each
other.
No matter how proud of them I was, I had no desire to
walk around with them on display. I had gone out
without a bra before. But I had always been well
covered in layered tops, not dressed in sheer and semi-
sheer tops and dresses.
Once more I thought this humiliating experience was
finished. We headed to the front of the store and I
thought that we would be checking out. It seems the
humiliation that I had been experiencing since Larry
came to our apartment to get us was only a prelude. It
turns out I didn't know what humiliation was yet.
Instead of checking out we headed for the fitting rooms
against the opposite wall. There were a couple of men
there, standing around waiting impatiently for their
wives or girlfriends or whatever to try on clothes.
They glanced at us as we approached but then looked
away.
Their attention quickly returned to us when Larry
guided my mother into one of the four fitting rooms at
the end that did not have doors. I watched as my mother
turned bright, bright red but allowed him to guide her
into the fitting room. I actually started to feel faint
as I heard Larry order my mother to undress and try on
the dress that he had selected for her.
She never even protested! She unbuttoned her blouse
slowly and as she undressed the two men standing nearby
moved closer and watched. I too watched as my shy,
conservative mother removed her blouse and hung it on a
hook. She was not wearing a bra!
I had never seen my mother's breasts before. Or at
least I had not seen them since I was an infant. Her
breasts were very nice for a woman in her mid thirties
who had given birth. They appeared to be a C or D cup
and though they sagged slightly they appeared to be
firm and perfectly formed. Her nipples were much larger
than my own and at the moment they were quite erect.
She couldn't have been turned on though. The look on
her face was of total humiliation.
She had been struggling to unfasten her skirt and I
could see that her fingers were shaking as finally she
managed to get the button undone. I remembered as she
struggled with her zipper that she was not wearing
panties. I watched in disbelief as she stepped out of
her skirt and stood naked in the fitting room for all
to see.
I didn't have the nerve to look at the two men standing
behind us watching my mother undress. I didn't want to
watch my mother being humiliated this way. But for some
reason I couldn't tear my eyes away!
I can't remember ever thinking of my mother as a sexual
person before or noticing her body. I couldn't avoid
seeing it under these circumstances though. I was
amazed at how nice her body was. She had great legs
too! To me she had always just been mom. It was kind of
shaking up my already disturbed reality to see how sexy
she looked. It was like I was seeing her as the other
men in the store were seeing her. She looked hot! But a
girl doesn't want to see her mother in that light.
Mom made no effort to hide her nudity as she removed
the dress that Larry had selected from the hangar and
slipped it on. She buttoned it up quickly and then
stood waiting for Larry to approve.
I noticed that the light material of the dress was
semi-transparent. I could make out my mother's nipples!
I couldn't actually make out her neatly trimmed patch
of pubic hair, but I could see the outline of her legs
clearly.
Larry instructed her to turn around slowly and as she
turned, even in this dim light I was pretty sure that I
could make out the crack of her butt through the
material. I was astounded that she would allow herself
to be humiliated like this.
I wondered if he would make her try on everything he
had selected, but apparently he was finished
humiliating my mother for the time being. The show
wasn't over though. I saw him turn to me and I was all
set to tell him to go to hell.
He didn't say a word to me though. He looked at me and
handed the dress that he had selected for me to my
mother.
She stepped out of the fitting room, still wearing the
dress she had been given and gently but firmly pulled
me into the fitting room. At first I was too shocked to
protest. But I quickly began to balk as my mother
guided me into the small fitting room.
I began to pull back and whispered violently that I
would not undress in front of all of these people and I
did not want to wear that dress.
I saw her glance nervously at Larry and then she pulled
me roughly into the fitting room. As soon as I was
inside she got right up in my face and spoke into my
ear. She whispered, "I'm sorry Sara. You have to do
this. I'll explain later, but you have to. Please, if
you don't….." Then she sighed and slumped in front of
me.
I whispered loudly and emphatically, "Mom! What the
hell is wrong with you?! I can't undress in public. I
just can't do it! I won't do it!"
I saw tears in her eyes as she looked into my eyes
again and she just said, "I'm sorry Sara. We don't have
a choice. We have to do what he wants or I'll go to
prison."
It took a second for her words to penetrate my feelings
of terror. When they finally did I was almost relieved
that there was a reason that she was going along with
this, all of this. But I still couldn't do it. I said,
"I can't mom! I'm a virgin. I can't undress with those
men watching!"
She just sighed and asked, "What if I help? Will you
let me help you? Please Sara. We don't have a choice."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. She didn't wait for me
though. She started unbuttoning my dress. I stared at
her in shock, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. As her
shaking hands slowly worked the buttons on my dress
open I whispered, "Mom! Why are you doing this?! How
can you do this to me?!"
She whispered back, "I have to. I don't have any
choice. I told you. If I don't do everything that he
wants I will go to prison."
I didn't know what else to say. Out of the corner of my
eye I could see the leers of the two strange men
staring as my dress was being removed. I also saw the
look of interest on Larry's face. He wasn't leering,
but he was enjoying my discomfort as much as he was
about to enjoy seeing me in my underwear.
I almost started to resist as my mother pulled the
sides of my dress apart and slid it down my shoulders
and pulled it free and hung it up. I was stopped by the
unbelievable statement that she had made about prison.
I didn't understand, but she must be incredibly
desperate if she could do the things she was doing. So
I stood and closed my eyes as she took my dress away
and I heard her removing the dress that Larry had
selected for me from the hangar.
I was waiting impatiently for my mother to slip the new
dress up over my arms. I swear that even with my eyes
closed tightly I could feel the eyes of the men outside
the fitting booth staring at my bra and my panties as
my mother moved around behind me in the cramped little
fitting room. I was unprepared, however, when I felt
her fumbling with the clasp of my bra and quickly
pulling it off, baring my breasts to the three men.
I gasped in horror at being exposed like this, but I
didn't speak. I couldn't. I didn't move either. It was
like I was paralyzed. I had never been so embarrassed
in my life. Three strange men were now staring at me as
I stood before them in only a pair of bikini panties. I
am pretty sure that I was safe describing Larry as a
strange man.
I was terrified that my mother would remove my panties
before helping me on with the new dress. Apparently
Larry didn't require that final indignity. I felt her
slide the dress up over my arms and onto my shoulders.
I didn't wait for her to fasten it. I opened my eyes
and was shocked to see a fourth man and the wives of
two of the men standing there watching with amused
looks on their faces. Four men and two women had just
seen me all but naked!
I began to frantically fasten the few buttons on the
tiny dress. It only came down to a few inches below my
crotch. I tried to ignore the fact that my nipples were
just as much on display as my mother's were. After
being nearly naked in public even this small amount of
cover was welcome.
Once I was dressed, more or less, Larry nodded and I
was saved the humiliation of having to change back into
my other dress. I crossed my arms over my breasts and
we went to the cash register. Larry handed the dress I
had worn in and the skirt and blouse that my mother had
been wearing to the attractive redhead behind the
counter and asked her to throw them away. While my
clothing was being thrown away Larry turned back to me
and frowned and said, "Put your arms down. That sort of
defeats the purpose."
He turned back to the woman behind the counter and
asked to borrow a pair of scissors. He handed them to
my mother and she removed the tags from the new dresses
we were wearing while Larry paid for our new clothes.
There may not have been much material but the things he
selected were pretty expensive. Larry chatted amiably
with the woman behind the counter and just before we
left he asked about their hours on Sunday. He said that
his "two new slaves" needed complete new wardrobes!
I did a double take and turned to look at my mother. I
knew from the way that he said it that he wasn't
kidding! The truth of his outrageous statement was when
yet again my mother stood there in silence. I thought
surely that the woman at the register would have a
problem with what Larry had just said. Boy was I wrong!
She smiled and looked at my mother and me and said,
"You have excellent taste in slaves Sir. I am a slave
as well." Then she pointed out the attractive young
woman who worked for her and said, "My Master owns her
as well."
Larry smiled and said, "Yes, I know. I have had some
business dealings with Paul. He told me all about you
and Kara and he recommended your store to me."
I was in total shock now. I mean it. I couldn't even
walk as Larry said goodbye and turned and walked away.
My mother had to pull me along after him. I wasn't
fighting her. It was just that my mind couldn't grasp
this. I was totally blank. I allowed myself to be
pulled back out to the car and we threw our new clothes
into the back seat and got back in the car.
As soon as the car was moving again Larry's hand
returned to my mother's thigh. I heard her gasp as his
hand moved against her pussy and Larry said, "Karen,
when I left your house last night I thought that you
were going to explain our arrangement to your
daughter."
Mom replied in a whisper, "I told her most of it sir. I
just couldn't tell her…..I couldn't tell her
everything. I couldn't tell her that I was a thief. I
couldn't tell her that I had agreed to be your slave.
Oh god sir! How could I tell her those things?! She
knows now, and I still can't tell her!"
Larry chuckled. It sounded kind of evil to me, though
that may have just been because of what had just
happened to me and the fact that he was sitting there
with his hand on my mother's pussy.
I waited for someone to explain and finally Larry said,
"Sara, your mother is a fucking thief."
My mom groaned in humiliation. She seemed more upset by
what he was saying than she was about having his hand
up her skirt and playing openly with her pussy in front
of her daughter!
Larry continued, "She attempted to steal several
thousand dollars from her employer. I was able to
intercede on her behalf before he had her arrested. I
offered her a way to get out of debt and avoid prison.
She isn't happy about it, as you might expect, but she
has no choice and she knows it. If she is arrested she
will lose the only two things that she has left, you
and her freedom. Since you have no living relatives you
would become a ward of the state and start moving
around from foster home to foster home while she became
a federal prisoner for several years, after which she
would have no home and no money and no chance of
getting a job at all. Not even a fast food restaurant
will hire a thief."
I was staring at my mother in shock. Shock seemed to be
my only expression any more. She wouldn't look up. She
just whispered, "I'm sorry baby, we were broke. I was
desperate."
I felt sorry for her, but at the moment I was more
concerned for me. "But mom," I exclaimed, "you sold me
into slavery?!"
My mother just bowed her head a little more.
Larry said, "I repaid her employer and she works for me
now. I have had the hots for your mother for a while
and she has always politely but firmly rejected me.
There will be no more rejection, will there Karen?"
My mother said, "No sir."
Larry was getting irritated at her whispering though.
"Speak up god damn it! All of your damned whispering is
getting on my nerves."
My mother cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry sir,"
in a much louder but still quiet voice.
Larry chuckled again and said, "Yes, you are sorry.
Sorry you got caught. You are an expensive piece of
ass. All of your bills and what I had to pay your old
company to keep your ass out of jail makes you the most
expensive pussy I have ever bought. But then, I never
bought one to keep before. I never got a two for one
deal on it before either. So I'm not complaining."
I guess the unasked question had been answered. It
seemed obvious now that I was not just a decoration
here. I was not just coming along for the ride. Larry
had every intention of having sex with me, and my
mother was going to let him!
I had not been paying much attention to where we were
going. There were too many distractions. The events
that had taken place this morning, this strange
conversation, the sight of a man's hand on my mother's
pussy. I noticed that most of her lower abdomen was now
exposed and his hand was resting over her pubic area
cupping her pussy. I could make out the movement of his
middle finger and I guess that what he was doing was
getting to her because her breathing was getting louder
and she seemed very tense.
No teenage girl should have to witness what I had
witnessed this morning, or worse yet, be forced to
allow her mother to undress her for an audience of
strange men.
So by the time Larry pulled into the driveway I had no
idea where I was. I was totally disoriented. We were
parked in front of a large brick home in a subdivision
of large brick homes. They all seemed very large and
very expensive. When I say large, his house was larger
than the apartment building we were moving out of!
Larry turned the engine off and said, "Here we are."
Then he opened his door and got out.
I sat for a moment and looked around at what was to
become my new home. Or perhaps I should say my slave
quarters. I would have preferred to be returned to my
tiny, rundown apartment and my old life. I knew that
wasn't going to happen though. I glanced at my mother
who had yet to pull her dress back down over her
exposed vagina. I really wished that she would cover
herself. I didn't want to see that.
She saw the look on my face and realized that she was
sitting there exposed. She quickly pulled her skirt
back down. I got out and she slid over and stepped out
behind me.
Larry called out, "Chase! Brad! Get over here!"
I looked up and noticed two teenage boys coming out of
the garage. Their eyes went to my mother and then to me
and they stared at us rudely as they hurried out to see
what their father wanted. I don't think that they even
saw our faces! They openly ogled our figures through
the tiny dresses we wore.
He introduced us to his two older sons, Chase was the
sixteen year old and Brad the fourteen year old. They
said hello, but they stared at our breasts the entire
time. I had forgotten that my breasts were so openly
displayed by this nearly sheer dress. Not much of my
legs was covered either.
Larry ordered the boys to get our things out of the
back seat and take them upstairs. He told them to take
everything to his room and he would sort them out
upstairs. The boys grabbed our bags and took off and
Larry led us inside and gave us a tour of the house. It
was a freaking mansion! The backyard was huge and so
was the pool that took up a large part of it. It was
big enough to be a public swimming pool! It was pretty
though, not just a square pool. It was curved and had a
little lagoon and an island in the middle. It looked
like something you might see in an ad for a fancy
tropical resort.
After touring the downstairs and the backyard Larry led
us up the winding staircase to the second floor. I was
led to my room and I may have been sold into slavery,
but damn! My bedroom was bigger than the living room in
our old house had been! I even had my own bathroom! The
furniture was right out of a magazine and the carpet
felt like it was ankle deep.
We went down the hall to Larry's bedroom, the master
bedroom. It was a suite. Mom's closet was almost as
large as my bedroom down the hall. The bedroom was huge
and had a sitting room and a set of French doors that
opened out onto a nice sized deck overlooking the pool.
Their bathroom was almost large enough to turn a car
around in. It had a huge walk-in shower and a fancy
Jacuzzi tub and a separate room for the toilet and
bidet. There was marble and ceramic tile everywhere you
looked.
We went back out into the bedroom and separated our
suitcases. I took my bags to my room and while I was
unpacking the few things that I had been allowed to
bring with me from our apartment Larry came in with the
clothes that he had bought for me today.
He handed me the bags and said, "Put one of the bathing
suits on and come down to the pool. There will be a lot
of rules for you to obey while you are here. I won't
give them to you all at once. You would forget and then
I would have to punish you. The first ones are obvious.
You do what you are told when you are told to do it. No
begging, no pleading, no nothing. You just do it. If
you ever say no to me it better be the right answer. If
you refuse to do something then you will be severely
punished. I don't even tolerate that from my sons, and
they aren't slaves."
"Now, the next two rules are that you never, ever,
close your bedroom door and you never, ever, close your
bathroom door. That seems pretty cut and dried. Do you
have any questions?"
'Why me' came to mind, but I knew that would be a waste
of breath. I just said, "No sir."
He smiled and said, "Good girl. Go ahead and change
now. Don't dawdle. I'm looking forward to seeing you in
one of those new suits."
I stared at the doorway after Larry left my room. The
house seemed quiet now and there was not a lot of
traffic in the hallway. But I had seen the way that
Chase and Brad had stared at my mother and me when we
arrived. I lived in a house with a man and his three
teenage sons and I was not permitted to close my door!
I stood like that, almost in a trance as I tried to
wrap my mind around my new reality. I found myself
spending a lot of my time in the last hour or so
feeling like crying, but struggling desperately not to.
I finally forced myself to turn around and empty the
plastic bag from Sweet Nothings out on my bed. I set my
new panties aside in a small pile, a very small pile. I
laid my new super-sexy sleepwear aside. That left the
two bathing suits. Yes, I was sure that Larry was
looking forward to seeing me in one of these!
I had seen Larry pick the suits up from the display and
I knew that they were small and revealing. It turns out
I had been pretty clueless. They were not just tiny.
They were totally sheer. The three little patches of
cloth would just barely cover my nipples and the narrow
slit of my pussy. And I have very small nipples.
Everything else was just string.
I held up the degrading little suit and I realized that
I would have to shave my pubic hair off. I grabbed the
small bag with my toiletries and went over to the door
and looked out. I saw no one around in the hallway and
I grabbed one of the suits and went into my bathroom. I
got out my razor and a pair of scissors and laid
everything out on the sink counter.
I was just starting to unbutton the short row of
buttons down the front of my dress when I heard a noise
and looked up. I nearly screamed when I saw Chase
standing in my bathroom door grinning like an idiot, a
malevolent idiot.
I stopped what I was doing and waited to see what he
wanted. He said, "Don't stop what you're doing. You
need to get out there before dad starts getting
impatient. Trust me. You really don't want to piss him
off. He's a big fan of corporal punishment."
I didn't know what to do. Did I really have to undress
and shave my pubic hair off with this boy watching me?!
I realized that was the point of not being able to
close my doors. It was all about exposing me,
humiliating me and making me feel vulnerable. It was
working very well.
I didn't want to do it. I knew it would make me seem
even weaker and more vulnerable, but I couldn't help
it. I desperately didn't want to do this. I had to
appeal to him. "Please Chase, this is so embarrassing.
Couldn't you let me…?" I couldn't finish. My voice
trailed off and I forced myself to look up. I saw the
look on his face and I knew I was wasting my breath.
He knew how hard this was for me. I could see it
written all over his face. He was really enjoying it
too. I realized that my pleas just increased his
pleasure. I knew that he was right though. I didn't
dare "dawdle". Larry was waiting to see me in what
little there was of my new suit.
I looked down and returned to unbuttoning my dress. It
didn't take nearly long enough and all too soon I was
holding the two sides together and trying to find the
courage to take it off. I could feel his eyes on me. He
wasn't standing that close to me but it seemed like I
could almost feel the heat from his body. I knew that
he could outlast me. I even suspected that he was
enjoying the suspense and my humiliation as much as he
was going to enjoy my nudity. I took one more deep
breath and slowly pulled the sides of my dress apart
and slid it off of my shoulders in one slow motion.
I heard his breath catch as I bared my breasts. I tried
to ignore him. His quiet whistle of appreciation didn't
help. I dropped my dress on the counter beside me and
he said, "Nice tits!"
I ignored him and contemplated my next task. I was
about to have to remove my panties in front of a boy
for the first time. As if that wasn't humiliating
enough, I was pretty sure that he would be watching as
I shaved myself. That seemed like a terribly intimate
thing to do in front of a boy.
I was still struggling with the concept of removing my
panties when he said, "I said, nice tits."
I looked up at him. I tried not to see the large bulge
in his trunks. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to slam
the door in his face. I wanted to scratch his eyes out.
He was staring at me with a smug arrogant look on his
face, very much like his father. I guess we both knew I
was going to lose the battle. I was at the bottom of
the food chain in this house.
I finally said, "Thank you," in a voice that was almost
a whisper. My voice broke and I found myself struggling
not to cry again. For some reason I didn't want them to
see me cry. It couldn't have been pride. I didn't have
much of that left.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and
pushed them down and stepped out of them. I hated it
that my hands were shaking so obviously. I tried to
ignore Chase as I spread a towel out on the toilet and
sat on it. I used the scissors to cut my pubic hair
down to stubble. I was a blonde and my hair was thin
and light and had only recently started growing out so
that I thought I looked like an adult. I kept it
trimmed neatly, up until now. I had never even thought
about cutting it all off though. I was not happy about
what I was having to do in order to wear a bathing suit
that I didn't want to wear.
While I was working on my pubic hair Chase finally
stepped into the room with me and bent over for a
closer look. He still had that arrogant grin on his
face. He looked at my pussy closely for a moment and
said, "Nice cunt too. Dad said you were still a virgin.
Is that right?"
I was just finishing up with the scissors and when he
spoke I wanted to drive them right into his face. I had
hated that word from the first time that I had heard
it. It was so demeaning. But then I realized how stupid
that was under these circumstances. My mother had sold
me to these people. She had sold them my cunt. I was
trying very hard not to hate her for this. I know that
she was trapped. I couldn't help thinking though that
other people were poor and they didn't sell their
daughters. They didn't sell their daughter's cunts.
Damn her!
I had to ask Chase to move so that I could get my razor
and the shaving gel. He backed up a little and
straightened up while I stood and dampened a cloth with
warm water. I grabbed my razor and the can of shaving
gel and sat back down on the towel. I dampened the
remaining stubble and set the cloth aside. I reached
for the gel but Chase stopped me.
"Here, let me help you with that," he said.
Before I could react he had squirted some of the gel
onto his fingertips and he began to spread it over my
pubic mound. I gasped and jumped as if he had touched
me with a live wire. Because that was how it felt.
For the first time in my life a boy was touching my
pussy. It was being done against my will, but that
didn't matter. The feeling was still electric. I fought
desperately to remain calm as he moved his fingers over
me. He wasn't looking at my face though. He was staring
at my pussy and I realized suddenly that despite his
smug, arrogant demeanor, he had not had all that much
experience with the opposite sex either. He may not be
a virgin, but he obviously had not seen or touched a
lot of naked girls.
That realization didn't make it any easier for me to be
naked in front of him. For some reason though, I wasn't
as afraid of him once I realized he wasn't all that
experienced.
Chase rubbed the gel over me for much longer than was
necessary. When he finally moved his hand away I
managed to take a couple of deep breaths and steady my
nerves before I began moving the razor over my mound.
It was hard to concentrate with his face just inches
from my crotch as I worked. Once I finally got started
though, it didn't take long and soon my pussy was
totally bald.
I used the damp cloth to wipe off the residue of the
gel and just before I closed my legs and stood up he
moved his hand over the area again. He smiled up at me
and said, "Nice job. Smooth and sexy, I like it. Dad is
going to love it too."
I thought, "Great! They both like little girls!" That
was what I looked like now. But there was nothing that
I could say to him. I didn't want to make him mad.
I closed my legs and stood up. Chase stepped back and
watched as I struggled with that tiny suit to cover
what little area it would actually cover. Once I had it
on and the strings adjusted and tied I looked in the
mirror and realized that all that it actually did was
emphasize the areas that were supposed to be covered.
They just added a little color and called attention to
my nipples and my slit. It was totally obscene!
Chase was enjoying the hell out of it though. He
watched my every move and when I was done and staring
at myself in the mirror he stepped up behind me and I
felt his hand slide down over my ass. He stood staring
at me in the mirror and said, "God you are hot! I don't
know how a girl that looks like you stayed a virgin for
so long."
He turned me around and looked at me closer. He even
bent down and looked at the tiny strip of sheer cloth
over my pussy and then he straightened up and said,
"You act like you hate this."
"Of course I hate this!" I exclaimed. How could he
think anything else?!
He grinned that increasingly irritating grin of his and
asked, "If you hate this so much, why is your pussy
wet?"
I didn't even have the nerve to look. If he was telling
the truth I didn't want to know it. I put my shaving
gear away and folded up the towel until I could dispose
of my pubic hair. I went out into my bedroom and put my
sandals on. As I moved around I could feel his eyes on
my butt.
I knew that I was now a sex slave. I don't mean that I
had accepted it, or that I was resigned to my fate. At
least I wasn't yet. I was obeying orders though. I was
doing things and allowing things to be done to me that
I could not have conceived of twenty-four hours ago.
I was pretty sure that Chase and his brothers were
going to be in on the fun and games. I wondered how
long it would be before Chase could come into my room
and demand that I have sex with him. I knew he wanted
it. I could not help noticing that large bulge that he
didn't try to hide. I had to assume that his father was
saving me for himself. At least until he had taken my
virginity. I shivered in fear as that thought occurred
to me and then I headed down to the pool.
I walked down the carpeted hallway to the stairs on
shaky legs. I felt so naked and so vulnerable. I had
just spent close to half an hour exposed and humiliated
by a boy. Not just a boy, a boy my age that I now lived
with and who had the power to order me around. It just
seemed like I had been short of breath since this
morning. Everything was happening so fast! And
everything that was happening was awful.
I walked down the stairs with Chase following closely.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs he came closer
and put his hand on my ass as I walked towards the door
to the backyard. I tried to ignore him. What else could
I do?
I had assumed that when I got outside things would
quickly go from bad to worse. Even so, I wasn't
prepared for what I saw when I opened the door and
stepped out onto the patio. I came to a sudden stop and
stood staring at my mother not fifteen feet from me.
She was wearing a suit that was identical to the one I
was wearing except that mine was bright red. Hers was
hot pink. I don't know what they had been doing to her
before I came out. Her bra, if you can call those two
little patches of sheer material a bra, was up around
her neck and her little thong was hanging by one string
around her right thigh.
She was down on her knees between the legs of Larry's
youngest son and she had his cock in her mouth. Just as
Chase and I stepped outside the fourteen year old,
Brad, was sidling up behind my mother and was about to
put his cock into her from behind. I watched in shame
and disbelief as she ignored Brad and continued to suck
on the youngest boy's cock.
I doubt if any normal teenager, boy or girl, thinks of
their mother as a sexual being. Seeing my mother like
this was unimaginable to me. I knew this was rape. I
knew that she was being forced to do these things. I
just didn't know if that made it better or worse.
Larry called me over to where he was sitting so that he
could inspect my new suit. I was grateful to be
distracted from the sexual tableau being played out in
front of me and I gave them a wide birth as I walked
around them and made my way reluctantly over to where
Larry sat leering at me.
I stopped in front of him and he looked me over for a
moment. When he had explored my all but naked body with
his eyes for long enough he said, "Beautiful! Come over
here and sit down."
He pulled me into his lap and one of his large but
surprisingly soft hands engulfed my breast as he held
me on his lumpy lap. He explained, "That boy that your
mom is sucking off is my youngest, Kevin. He is
thirteen, but as you can see from time to time, he is
pretty well developed for his age. This is his first
blowjob though, so it probably won't last long."
I had managed to look away from my mother's rape at the
hands of Larry's two youngest boys. Larry insisted that
I keep watching though. It was the first time that I
had seen a naked penis or an actual sex act and I was
having trouble figuring out my reaction. I seemed to be
fascinated, but repulsed, all at the same time!
Larry's hand on my breast wasn't helping. He pulled the
tiny bra up so that it hung down from my neck just like
my mother's was. He teased my breasts for a long time
before he began to lightly toy with my nipples. I
wanted desperately to hate what he was doing. I
certainly found it degrading that I was forced to allow
this old man to use me this way. I was feeling more
than embarrassment though. I was so excited at being
touched by a man's hand that I was having difficulty
catching my breath.
I was surrounded by horny males and the sight of my
mother sucking a cock and getting fucked and I felt a
man's hands on my breasts for the first time and it was
all so overwhelming.
It turns out that things were just getting started. I
hadn't seen anything yet. Kevin had apparently just cum
in my mother's mouth and he pushed her head away and
said, "Son of a bitch dad! That was fantastic!"
Larry laughed softly and said, "There are going to be
plenty more where that came from Kevin. Now get up and
let Chase sit down."
I saw my mother glance over at us and I saw that she
was crying softly. She held on to the arm of Kevin's
chair for balance because Brad was still pumping into
her from behind. I watched her breasts swaying in time
to his strokes for a second, but then I was distracted
by Chase when he moved closer and slid his trunks down.
I gasped as his hard cock came into view. I had seen it
pressing against his trunks when he was tormenting me
upstairs and I knew that it was pretty large. I was
still unprepared for what I saw.
Judging from the gasp that my mother let out, she was
surprised too. Chase's cock was only the second one I
had seen. And since Kevin was only thirteen I guess
that it isn't a fair comparison. But it seemed awfully
large from where I was sitting.
I watched as Chase sat down and my mother leaned back
down and began licking his cock and his balls for a
moment before she started sucking him with what seemed
like a lot of enthusiasm to me.
While I was watching my mother service Chase and Brad,
Larry had continued to move his hands over my body. He
reached over and untied the string on my hip and the
tiny little patch that was supposed to be covering my
slit fell loosely against my thigh. I jumped as his
finger slid up and down my slit and I was embarrassed
at how wet I was.
He slid his finger inside me, moving slowly and gently
deeper into my virgin pussy. I hated him and I hated
that I had to submit to this treatment, but there was
no denying how exciting it felt to have a man's finger
inside of me. I was startled to realize that my eyes
were closed and my head was lolling back against his
shoulder as his finger slowly penetrated me.
I wondered if he was going to tear my hymen with his
finger and I realized that at that moment I wasn't as
worried about it as I should have been. He didn't
though. I felt his finger come into contact with it and
stop.
He said, "I'll be damned," under his breath and pulled
his finger back a fraction of an inch. He left his
finger inside of me and began to tickle my clit with
his thumb and I couldn't fight it any longer. I was
getting closer and closer to orgasm. He must have been
watching me because just as I was about to cum he
stopped.
I cried out as the feeling started to fade and after a
pause he started again. He brought me right to the
brink of orgasm twice more and each time he stopped
before I could cum. I was about to start screaming at
him to let me cum but before I could he started talking
softly in my ear.
He ordered me to open my eyes and he said, "Look over
there at your mother. Do you know why she is doing
that?"
I was still panting but I managed to choke out,
"Because she doesn't have a choice."
Larry said, "Well, she has a choice. She has no good
choices. She has decided that this is the path of least
resistance. But your mother and I have made a deal. The
reason she is sucking Chase's cock so enthusiastically
right now is that she has agreed to do anything and
everything my son's and I tell her to do until you
graduate from college. In return, I have promised to
put you through the college of your choice and allow
you to keep your virginity."
"That doesn't mean you get a free ride," he continued.
"Your mother is going to help you learn how to suck
cocks. You will suck any cock on demand as long as you
live here. You will allow anything that me, or my sons,
or anyone else that we give permission to, wants to do
to you. You will permit anyone to look at you, to
undress you, to touch you, or to make you perform any
act short of giving up your virginity."
"If either you or your mother refuses to obey any order
between now and the time you graduate from college then
all bets are off and there will be no more limits. That
bargain is subject to your approval. If you don't wish
to be a party to it then our agreement is cancelled.
It's up to you now. Do you agree to the terms of that
agreement?"
As he had explained the terms of the deal he had
reached with my mother, his finger had continued to
delve into my pussy and his thumb was again tickling my
clit. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to have
an orgasm and if I had to get fucked and lose my
virginity to get it then I was just about willing. Just
about, but not quite.
I didn't even really have to think about it. I was at
his mercy anyway. I hardly hesitated at all before
saying, "Yes! I agree! Please, please I need to cum!"
I hadn't really thought about what I was agreeing to.
My brain was pretty fogged up right then. But again, it
didn't really matter. He could just as easily rape me
for the next two years and then toss me out in the
street.
That was the last thing on my mind at that moment
though. He finally allowed that giant orgasm that had
been building up to happen. It was the most exciting
thing that had every happened to me. I had masturbated
before, and I liked it. But it had never been like
this! I cried out loudly as my body went rigid and wave
after wave of pleasure washed over me. It went on and
on and finally I went limp in his lap and shivered and
sobbed quietly.
He let me get my breath and then he said, "See, it
won't be all bad. Now stand up and take that suit off.
From now on we'll save it for when we have company
over."
I struggled to my feet and after a moment I untied the
strings that held the suit together. It didn't cover
anything anyway. Not even when it was in place. I
wadded it up and tossed it on a nearby table and Larry
said, "You are a lovely young thing. This is going to
be a difficult bargain to keep. I would dearly love to
fuck you. Now, go over to that cooler over there and
bring me back a beer."
I spotted the cooler he was talking about and walked
unsteadily over to it and pulled out a beer. I had been
so dazed that I didn't even notice until I was on my
way back that my mother was sucking Kevin off again. I
handed Larry his beer and he said, "Go over there and
kneel down on the other side of your mother and watch
closely what she does. It won't be long before you will
be doing it. Your mother obviously isn't an expert
either, but it's a place to start."
I was just starting to get the full use of my senses
back. I walked over to where my mother was sucking off
a thirteen year old boy who was about to become my
stepbrother and Brad came up behind me and dropped a
cushion beside the chair for me to kneel on. I nodded
my thanks, but he was staring at my naked body so hard
that he barely noticed.
This was the second time around for Kevin and I would
have expected it to take longer. I guess if you are
thirteen and getting your second blowjob it still
doesn't take very long, even if your new stepmother-to-
be isn't an expert cocksucker.
I had just dropped to my knees when Kevin stiffened up
and swore softly. I had time to see my mother take his
cock into her mouth a few more times before Kevin
lifted his hips and I saw my mother struggling to
swallow as he came in her mouth.
She held his cock in her mouth a little longer, until
he gently pushed her head away again. I saw his cock
close-up for the first time. It had started to go soft,
but it was still nearly erect. It wasn't all that big I
guess. It looked like it may have been just barely five
inches long, maybe a little less. It wasn't very big
around either. It was much smaller than Chase's cock.
Still, I had no desire to put this cock or any other in
my mouth. Not ever. I knew girls did that sort of
thing. Most girls did it I suppose. It seemed to me to
be a particularly nasty thing to do. I mean, Christ!
They pee out of that thing!
Mom couldn't look at me. The tears had stopped flowing
but it was obvious that she had been crying, a lot. It
was also obvious that they didn't care. Or if they did
care they were getting a kick out of it. All four of
them seemed to be in a very good mood, excited at their
sudden good fortune, especially the boys who had just
gone from a life of desperate horniness to having an
abundance of free pussy in their own home on a
permanent basis.
Now that I was close to her I could smell the cum. I
know that at least two of the boys had taken her from
behind. I assumed that was what I smelled. It was a
strong, bleachy scent. I guess it was a little
unpleasant, but I couldn't help thinking that it would
be better to have that stuff running down your thigh
than have to swallow it.
Then I remembered what Larry had said. I would be
required to give them all blowjobs any time that they
wanted them. Didn't he also say that there would be
others? I think he did. Maybe being a virgin wasn't all
that important. I realized though that even if we
didn't have that arrangement to preserve my virginity I
would still be forced to suck them off whenever they
wanted. I guess I should be grateful for what I could
get from them.
Brad was seated in front of mom now and I looked at his
cock. It was soft now, but slimy. I remembered watching
him take my mother from behind just a few minutes ago
and it was apparent that he had not cleaned himself
off. His cock was really disgusting. It was also larger
soft than Kevin's was when it was hard.
I watched my mother lean forward to take Brad's cock
into her mouth. She looked like she was going to be
sick, and I felt the same way. Brad stopped her before
she got her mouth on his cock though. He reached out
and put his hand on her forehead and said, "Hold on
mom." The way that he said mom made it sound like a
dirty word.
She looked up at him and he said, "I want my new sister
to get that ready for you?"
I knew that I was going to be sick now! He grinned at
me and said, "Don't worry Sara. You don't have to suck
it this time. I want you to take it in your hand and
make it nice and hard for our mother. She has already
sucked me off once and I just fucked her a few minutes
ago. So it may take a little effort. But you are one
hot little bitch and I'm pretty sure that you can do
it. Move over here a little closer so I can play with
your tits while you play with my cock."
He turned back to mom and in a sickly sweet and very
sincere tone of voice he asked, "You don't mind if my
new sister gets me hard so you can blow me again do you
mom? You must be getting pretty tired by now."
I reached out my hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers
around his soft cock. It was the first cock that I had
every touched. It was wet and sticky and the idea that
the moisture I felt was a combination of the moisture
from my mother's vagina and a boys cum was nearly
making me ill. I noticed that mom had tears running
down her cheeks again. I really, really didn't want to
touch Brad like this. But I couldn't help noticing how
hot and how soft his cock felt. I moved my hand
slightly and his cock twitched.
Brad said, "Karen, I mean mom, show Sara how to make my
cock feel good. She has probably never seen one before
and could use a little motherly advice." I couldn't
help thinking, "What a fucking creep!"
My mother reached out and wrapped her hand around mine
and began moving it slowly up and down while Brad began
teasing my nipples. His cock started growing in my hand
and it felt really weird, but not as weird has having
your mother guide your hand up and down on some guys
cock!
He must have really liked the idea of a mother and
daughter working on his cock because it quickly got
hard again. His cock was nearly as large as his older
brother's and after a few minutes, when he told my
mother to go ahead and start sucking him off again, she
was having a difficult time of it. If she had sucked
him off earlier then this must be her fifth blowjob in
the short time that we had been here. I imagine that
her jaw must have been getting pretty tired.
I continued to watch. I knew that was what Larry wanted
to see. He liked the idea of me down here beside them,
watching my mom sucking his sons off. I was interrupted
by Chase though. I felt a tap on my head and I looked
up to see him standing slightly behind me.
He said, "I'm going to fuck your mother now sis. I want
you to suck my cock for a minute to get me ready to put
it in her cunt."
I knew that he was being gross on purpose. I wasn't as
put out by his words as I was by the idea that I was
about to take a boy's cock into my mouth for the first
time, with an audience!
I turned my body towards Chase and looked at his cock.
It was reasonably clean. I had watched my mother suck
it just a few minutes ago. There was something on the
head of it. A few flakes of what I assumed was dried
cum. His cock was still soft and hanging down limply,
but it seemed nearly as large when it was soft as it
had been when I saw it hard earlier.
I swallowed nervously and licked my lips. I started to
lean closer reluctantly when I saw his cock twitch. I
paused, but then I leaned down and opened my mouth,
prepared to take the end of his nasty cock into my
mouth.
Before my lips closed around him though, he stopped me.
"Kiss it first, sis. Kiss my cock and my balls, and
then lick me. Then you can suck it for a couple of
minutes. Have you ever sucked a cock before sis?"
I wish that he would stop calling me sis. He used that
same derogatory tone of voice that they used when they
called my mother 'mom'. They were just trying to
degrade us. I shook my head violently in answer to his
question. I said, "No, I've never done anything
before," and then I leaned forward and kissed his cock.
It felt very hot on my lips. It was soft and warm and
it twitched again when I touched my lips to it. I tried
not to think about what I was doing. I moved my lips
all around, kissing his cock and his balls and when I
had covered them with kisses I began to lick.
It wasn't so bad I guess. There was no unpleasant taste
and except for the traces of dried cum on the tip of
his cock he seemed to be clean. His cock began to grow,
slowly at first, but then rather quickly and soon it
was hard. It seemed even larger, right in my face like
this. I was not looking forward to putting it in my
mouth.
He was though, and he quickly had enough of my licking.
He let me work at him for another minute and then he
said, "Okay sis, suck it now."
I moaned in fear as I realized that the moment I had
been dreading was finally here. I licked my lips again
and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I knew
that I was doing a terrible job of it, but it was my
first time and I was terrified.
Chase just watched me. He didn't say anything or
correct the things that I was doing wrong. He didn't
hold my head the way he had when my mother sucked him
off a little while ago. He just watched me struggle to
please him.
I began taking more and more of his cock into my mouth.
I had never done it before, but I was vaguely aware of
the concept. I was only able to take about half of his
cock into my mouth before I started gagging
uncontrollably.
He turned to Larry and said, "Shit dad, I know it's her
first time, but damn! She doesn't suck cock worth a
shit. I hope she's a fast learner. Maybe I should bring
the football team over after school and give her a
couple hours of practice."
Larry chuckled and said, "Not right away Chase. Let's
see if we can teach her something first. You don't want
to be embarrassed in front of your friends do you?"
Chase pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Turn
back around and pay attention to what your mother is
doing. Get a fucking clue, bitch!"
I was fighting not to cry now. My eyes were blurring
from the tears forming, but I didn't want them to see
me cry. I don't even know why. I just didn't want to be
weak in front of them.
Chase moved behind my mother and she adjusted her
position so that he could get between her legs. I
watched him as he dropped to his knees and then he
looked over at me and said, "Come over here sis. I want
you to line my cock up with mom's cunt so I can fuck
her."
I groaned in humiliation, or was it desperation, and
moved into position to obey him. I looked at my
mother's pussy. I could see the liquid that had oozed
out of her and run down her thighs. The smell was
stronger back here and it was very unpleasant.
I felt a few tears run down my cheeks despite my
resolve to not let them see me cry. I ignored the tears
and wrapped my fingers around Chase's hard cock and
carefully pulled it down into position at my mother's
opening.
As soon as I had it positioned he pushed his hips
forward and I watched the head of his cock disappear
into my mother's pussy. I watched as inch after inch of
his long, fat cock disappeared inside of her and then I
moved back to watch as my mother finished sucking
Brad's cock.
Chase grabbed her hips and started fucking her
violently and with each thrust she was grunting loudly
and her mouth was being forced farther and farther down
on Brad's cock. I could see that she was fighting to
limit how much of it entered her mouth but even though
they were just teenage boys they were both larger and
stronger than her and she was being tossed around like
a ragdoll between them.
I watched in amazement as on one particularly violent
stroke Brad's cock slipped past the entrance to my
mother's throat and suddenly her lips were wrapped
around the base of his cock.
She struggled to pull back but Brad held her tight and
moaned in pleasure. I saw him tense up and he swore
loudly and I knew that he was cumming straight down my
mother's throat.
I watched as her struggles diminished. At first I was
afraid that they were killing her but I realized that
she wasn't fighting for air, she could breathe. She was
just trying to free herself.
I heard Larry laugh and say, "That's more like it cunt!
That's what I want to see from now on. Are you watching
this Sara? That's the way to suck a cock!"
He is going to make me do that! Oh god. I'm pretty sure
I won't ever be able to do that!
Brad finally let go of her head and my mom pulled away
from him. She was gasping and gagging and she really
looked like she was about to be sick. It didn't bother
Chase though. He just kept pounding into her from
behind.
In another moment or two he said, "Since you don't have
anything to watch anymore sis, get your pretty ass over
here and tickle my balls while I fuck mom. I'll cum
faster. She is probably getting pretty tired by now.
She's been out here fucking and sucking cocks for over
an hour now."
I edged closer to Chase and then I leaned over to look
at his balls as they swung back and forth in time to
his violent strokes. He took his hand away from my
mother's hip and reached down between my legs and
tickled the space between them and said, "Right there,
rub me lightly right there while I fuck her."
I jumped when his finger touched me, but I could see
why he wanted me to touch him like that. It felt kind
of nice. I reached down between his thighs and wrested
my hand against the crack of his sweaty butt. I
struggled to keep up with him as he returned to fucking
my mother.
I had just gotten used to following Chase's movements
with my hand when Kevin came over and got down on the
other side of me and began exploring my body. He played
with my breasts for a minute and then he turned to
Larry and said, "I like her tits better dad. They ain't
as big, but I like them."
Brad grinned and said, "Yeah, she's pretty hot. It's a
damned shame we can't fuck her. But I guess once she
learns to suck a cock as good as her mom does she'll be
worth keeping around. She is fun to look at though."
Just then Chase muttered, "Aw fuck!" and he got all
twitchy and then he tensed up and pounded viciously
into my mother a couple more times before he stopped
and shivered and I knew that he was shooting more cum
into my mother.
They finally let my mom rest after that. The boys all
went over and used the outside shower one at a time and
then Larry told my mom to rinse off.
My mom got up and for the first time I saw that she too
had been forced to shave her pubic hair off. It looked
obscene, just like mine did now.
After she rinsed off she dried herself and then she
went inside to use the bathroom. While she was gone I
ended up back in Larry's lap with his hand on my pussy.
My mother came back out several minutes later and Larry
was gracious enough to offer her a cold beer. She
glanced down at his fingers playing with my pussy and I
saw the pain in her eyes. She didn't say anything
though. She looked around and spotted the cooler and
went over and got a beer and came back and sat down at
the table with us.
No one spoke for a while. The boys had gone into the
pool and were horsing around and bragging loudly about
their recent sexual exploits. I had the impression that
it had been the first time for the two youngest boys.
Chase was being kind of cagey though and I wasn't sure
if it had been his first time or not. I didn't think it
was though.
Larry listened to them proudly for a moment and then he
turned to mom and said, "I guess you're having a hard
day Karen. I imagine they'll be kind of rough on you
for a week or two, you and Sara both. But once the
novelty wears off it probably won't be so bad."
He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "On the
other hand, they are teenage boys. It is a pretty horny
time in their lives. But I'm sure you'll learn to cope.
It's only sex."
He spoke to me then. "Sara, you may have noticed that
they have pretty much left you alone. Well, at least
you haven't had to actually suck them off yet. You can
thank me for that. I wanted to get your first blowjob.
Don't worry. I don't expect much from you. But I expect
you to try. To be honest, the idea of a beautiful
sixteen your old girl sucking my cock is irresistible.
I have been walking around with a hard on since I saw
your picture on your mother's desk. That pretty face
and those pouty lips and your innocence are
irresistible. I am going to enjoy the hell out of this
even if you can't suck a cock worth a shit. I think
I've shown remarkable willpower today, but I don't
think I can wait any longer. So why don't we go ahead
and get this over with?"
Larry took his hand off of my pussy and helped me to my
feet. I stepped back and he stood up and ordered me to
take his trunks off. I was scared, but after everything
that had already happened to me today this kind of
thing was getting easier. Not easy certainly. But I had
been stripped in public in a lingerie store. I had been
forced to undress and shave my pussy in front of my new
stepbrother. And worst of all I had spent the last hour
and a half either watching these three boys raping my
mother or actually helping them do it. I didn't want to
do this. Not any of this. It was humiliating. But the
things that they made me do were becoming just one
degrading and humiliating act after another. I don't
mean to imply that I was getting used to it. I guess I
was just learning to cope with it.
At least that was what I was trying to tell myself. I
mean, I was almost getting used to being naked in front
of this man and his three sons. Not comfortable, but
used to it. I had been touched all over my body for a
couple of hours now and I hated the idea that I had no
choice but to permit it. But it had felt pretty damned
good sometimes. And I had touched a cock for the first
time and it hadn't been so bad. I didn't like doing it,
but the feeling that I got when I touched a naked boy
was somehow very compelling. I couldn't deny that it
was exciting on a level that I couldn't control.
My resolve began to fade as soon as I started working
Larry's trunks down. I struggled to free them from the
bulge in front and when the head of his large cock
popped free only inches from my face I suddenly didn't
feel so confident. It was even larger than Chase's
cock. And now it was in my face, not my mother's. Up
until this very moment the concept of taking a cock
into my mouth and sucking it and allowing him to cum in
my mouth, these had all been abstracts. Now it was
about to happen and I was terrified all over again.
I finally managed to slide Larry's trunks down and he
stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. He
didn't sit back down right away. He ordered me to
examine his cock, to get familiar with it. It was only
inches from my face and I could see every hair and
every freckle in exquisite detail. I noticed that a
clear liquid was leaking from the small hole in the
head of his cock and it looked like it had been leaking
for quite a while.
I knew about the lubricant that leaked out of man's
cock, just like the stuff that had been pouring out of
my pussy most of the afternoon while he and his sons
had been molesting me. I knew about it. But I had no
desire to become familiar with it at this point in my
young life.
Larry called my mother over and soon she was kneeling
beside me and I saw the look of shame on her face. It
was tearing her up that I was being forced to do this.
I suppose that it was even worse because she had to
help. I couldn't help feeling sorrier for me than I did
for her though.
My mother took my hands and placed one of them around
Larry's cock and showed me how to cradle his balls with
the other. Then she gently pressed against the back of
my head. I resisted for a second, but I realized it was
hopeless and I allowed her to guide my lips to the head
of his cock.
She began telling me quietly what I would have to do
and what I could expect to happen. She told me to lick
the head of his cock and then take it into my mouth.
She warned me to be careful not to touch him with my
teeth. She told me how to move my head and my hands.
Just as I began to move my lips down over his cock I
became aware of his three sons watching eagerly as I
performed my first blowjob under my mother's guidance.
I saw the lustful looks on their faces and I also saw
the tears running down my mother's cheeks.
That was all I saw before Larry's cock reached the back
of my throat and I started gagging and my eyes started
filling with tears. Everything was a blur now, and that
was better. I didn't want to see all the faces around
me.
My mother put her arm around my shoulder and talked to
me quietly. She told me that the gagging was natural
but that it was a psychological reaction. I just needed
to calm down. She told me to swallow before I started
to move my mouth down over his cock and it would fool
my brain into accepting being touched in the back of my
throat and I wouldn't gag.
It took several attempts, but eventually I learned that
she was right. I couldn't actually swallow with my
mouth full of that big cock, but making the attempt
seemed to stop the gagging. Even so I could only get
about half of his cock into my mouth. He didn't
complain though. He and his sons just watched me as I
began moving my head up and down the way my mother was
instructing me. When I had that motion more or less
mastered she taught me how to move my hand in a
coordinated effort and soon I was giving him a passable
blowjob.
At least I think I was. He wasn't complaining.
He stopped me after a couple of minutes and sat back
down in his chair and as soon as he was comfortable he
told me to get back to work. I moved between his legs
and returned to doing what I had been doing and my
mother straightened up and stayed out of the way.
Larry was apparently every bit as pleased with the
sight of a sixteen year old girl sucking on his cock as
he said he would be. I suppose watching my mother
service his boys for more than an hour had helped to
turn him on too. I may not be an expert at this, but I
could tell he was getting close.
Larry moaned and said, "Just a little faster now Sara."
I was dreading what was about to happen. The concept of
some strange, vile liquid shooting out of the end of
his cock and filling my mouth was truly disgusting. My
mother began talking to me quietly again. She told me
what to expect, what it would taste like and how to
handle it when it happened. I am guessing that she was
just telling me to do the things that he had made her
do when she sucked his cock since I gathered from their
earlier remarks that she was no expert cocksucker
either.
He moaned loudly and I felt him tense up and then he
almost yelled, "Now you sweet bitch! Fuck! I'm
cumming!"
I was terrified, but I followed my mother's explicit
instructions. I moved my lips back up to the head of
his cock and closed them around the tip while I sped up
the motion my hand was making up and down the fat
shaft. Seconds later I felt the hot liquid spewing out
of the end of his cock and filling my mouth. I gagged
again as my mouth filled with the slimy, bitter liquid,
but I held on and forced myself to keep my mouth in
place over the head of his dick and I continued to
masturbate him until he reached down and held my hand
still.
He sighed and then he looked down at me and said, "You
did a pretty damned good job for a first blowjob you
sweet little bitch. You are going to be easier to train
that I thought. Now, I want you to carefully straighten
up without spilling a drop."
I carefully slid my lips off of the end of his cock and
he shivered as my lips moved over the head of it. I sat
up with my mouth still full of his vile sperm and wiped
the tears from my eyes.
I could see again and I didn't like what I saw. Not
just the smug look on Larry's face, but the looks of
lust on the faces of his sons, and the three brand new
hard ons, all pointed right at me.
Larry instructed me to use my tongue. He wanted me to
get familiar with the taste of his cum. I moved the
liquid around in my mouth with my tongue, exploring the
taste and the slimy texture. It was not as horrible as
I feared, but it was still nasty. The flavor was
unpleasant, but it was the idea of what I had just done
that really bothered me.
Larry watched my face as I obeyed his orders and then,
after a minute or so, he ordered me to kiss my mother
and share my prize. I looked at him in disbelief for a
moment, but I guess my mother had been told to expect
that command. She didn't even hesitate. She leaned
forward and put her lips to mine and I felt her tongue
trying to pry open my lips. I started to pull away. The
idea of what he wanted me to do now was almost as
disgusting as the blowjob itself! He wanted me to
French kiss my mother with a load of his cum in my
mouth! My mother pulled back a little and said, "Please
baby, we have to do what he says."
She touched her lips to mine again and I still resisted
when I felt her tongue at my lips. But eventually I
gave in. I allowed her tongue into my mouth and the
thought of what we were doing; the idea of how low we
had sunk in such a short time was almost too much. I
was crying into my mother's mouth as I began to French
kiss her. It took a moment for me to realize that she
was crying too.
I felt her tongue exploring my mouth and extracting
some of Larry's cum. Her tongue moved in and out of my
mouth and finally Larry stopped her and ordered us both
to swallow. I think that, of all the humiliations that
had been heaped on us since this morning that this was
easily the worst, the most degrading thing that I had
ever done in my life. But as that thought crossed my
mind I thought, 'so far'. This was just day one. I had
six more years of sexual servitude to look forward to!
Larry seemed to bask in our horror and shame at what we
had just done for a few moments. He really enjoyed
treating us this way. I don't know how long he would
have gone on staring at us like that if Chase hadn't
said, "Come on dad!"
Larry chuckled and pulled my mother into his lap. As
soon as he had her arranged the way he wanted her he
said, "Okay boys, go ahead and take your turns. But
don't take too long. It's time for them to get in there
and start supper."
Chase moved out from behind his father where he had
been watching me perform my very first blowjob. They
had been told that they couldn't have me until I had
sucked Larry off first. Now I was fair game and they
were impatient to stick their hard cocks in my mouth
and bathe my tonsils in more loads of hot cum. Chase
sat down on the cushion where my mother had been
kneeling beside me and said, "Come on bitch, my turn.
Suck it."
I turned to face him and looked down at his hard cock.
It was not that much smaller than his father's. I
realized that all three of these boys had been having
sex with my mother all afternoon and they would
probably last much longer than Larry had. I tried not
to think about that though as I bent down and did the
things to Chase that I had just done to his father.
I had just started sucking Chase's cock when I became
aware of Brad and Kevin kneeling down on either side of
me. They each began to play with one of my breasts and
one of them began to play with my pussy. I tried to
ignore them but that got harder when one of them, I
couldn't tell which one was doing what at first, stuck
a moistened finger against my ass and pushed it gently
but forcefully inside of me. I realized after minute or
two that it was Brad.
At first it was just annoying. But before very long it
was starting to feel very good. I hated it. I didn't
want to enjoy what they were doing. But they kept it up
and it was becoming a major distraction. Maybe that was
what Chase was waiting for. I don't know. I just know
that I was moaning in pleasure as I moved my head up
and down on his cock when suddenly, just as I was on
the verge of having an orgasm, Chase put his hand on
the back of my head and pulled hard.
I guess we were all amazed when Chase's cock slid right
down into my throat. I was so shocked that I didn't
even fight at first. Chase was holding my head down and
my nose was pressed tightly into his pubic hair. I
forgot all about my orgasm and began to struggle to
pull back. He was holding on tight though and he was
telling me in a loud, forceful voice that I was fine, I
could breathe.
I was panicking though and I continued to struggle.
Right up until one of the other boys suddenly slapped
my ass with all of his might. Just the sound of his
hand striking me that hard must have been heard all
over the neighborhood.
I screamed around the cock in my mouth and my eyes shot
open. I was looking right into Chase's face and he told
me again that all I had to do was relax. I could
breathe through my nose just fine.
I don't know how he could know that. I had watched him
with my mother and she had not taken him down her
throat. I stopped struggling though and much to my
surprise I actually could breathe! Not without
difficulty. My airway was constricted by the large slab
of meat which had been forced into my throat. I was
able to take short panting breaths though.
I felt the hand that had slapped my ass return to my
rectum and begin to probe again. As Brad's finger
wormed it's way back into my ass Chase said, "Just
relax for a minute and get used to it. Once you get
used to it you can to it on your own. It won't be so
bad then.
He finally moved his hand away from the back of my head
and I tried to relax a little more and get used to the
feeling of that big piece of meat stabbing down my
throat. At first I had trouble convincing myself that I
wasn't going to choke and that I could breathe. But I
gradually began to get distracted by the fingers again
and I was sobbing quietly, though I don't know if it
was despair or pity or, god forbid, desire. No, I may
have been getting some pleasant sensations from the
fingers on my breasts, but I wasn't feeling desire.
I have no idea how much time passed before Chase said,
"Okay cunt, keep your hands on my thighs and start
sucking me off again. I want to feel my cock going down
your throat on every stroke from now on."
I gingerly pulled my head up, drawing his large shaft
through my lips until only the head of his cock
remained in my mouth. I took a deep breath and started
sliding my lips and tongue back down his shaft. When
the head of his cock struck the back of my throat it
stopped. It wouldn't go down at first and the pain in
my throat from making the effort was making me cry
harder.
I expected him to grab my head and force it again but
suddenly it went past that barrier and slid down my
throat. I think I was more surprised than anyone else
when it went.
I pulled back once my lips reached the base of his cock
and then repeated the process. Each down stroke was an
ordeal. It became easier, but no less painful, at least
not until very near the end when my throat started
getting numb.
I never regained that pleasant feeling that I had
gotten from the fingers in my pussy. The shame and the
pain and the disgust I felt made it impossible. Even
though he was really turned on by what I was doing it
took him a long time to cum. I was exhausted by the
time I heard him say, "Okay cunt. I'm getting close.
Pay attention, I don't want to shoot down your throat.
I want you to enjoy it, savor the taste. Get ready
bitch!"
I made one more stroke with my mouth and then I knew it
was happening. I pulled my mouth back to the head like
I had done for his father and began to beat him off
with my hand as he shot his cum in my mouth. It was
nowhere near as much as his father had filled my mouth
with. It didn't feel like it was much more than a
tablespoon if that. I guess he had shot so much cum
into my mother this afternoon that this was all that he
had left.
I waited until he was done and then I sat up and
compared the taste to the taste of his father's cum.
Chase's cum had a much milder flavor. It wasn't
pleasant. But it wasn't nearly as strong and bleachy as
his father's had been.
I felt everyone's eyes on me as I tasted his cum for a
moment and then swallowed. After what I had just gone
through, swallowing was pretty painful, but if I had to
choose between swallowing and holding it in my mouth I
was going to go with swallowing.
Chase caught his breath for a moment and then he
struggled to his feet. As soon as he moved away his
place was taken immediately by Brad.
Brad didn't say anything. I guess he didn't need to. I
knew what was expected of me. His cock was marginally
smaller than Chase's was. So I hoped that it wouldn't
hurt as bad when it went down my throat.
I leaned back down and after licking and kissing his
cock and his balls I took his cock in my mouth and went
to work. My throat was already very sore, and my jaw
was sore and tired too.
As I went to work on Brad's cock I felt Kevin moving
around behind me and he began to slide his cock between
my legs and run it through the tight slit there. He
didn't try to put it in me but his proximity was making
me nervous. I was surprised at how good it felt though.
His cock pressed against my slit and I realized that my
pussy was leaking like a sieve.
I was distracted for a moment by having to force Brad's
cock down my throat, but once I was moving up and down
his shaft it became almost automatic and I began to
have more trouble ignoring what Kevin was doing,
especially when the head of his cock started sliding
over my clit.
I was not expecting to enjoy anything these boys did to
me, but by the time Brad was on the edge of his orgasm
I was nearing one myself. I came just before Brad did
and I suppose that was what put him over the edge. I
lost control while I was cumming but Brad grabbed my
head and held it in place and I felt his cum flood my
mouth while I came on Kevin's cock.
I swallowed quickly and then rested my head on my arms
while Brad rolled away and stood up. I was crying
again. I was furious with myself. I hated it that I had
cum in front of them like that.
I felt Kevin pull away and as soon as his cock was gone
I was disgusted with myself for reacting the way that I
had. I struggled back up on my arms so that he could
take his place in front of me and as soon as he sat
down I saw the price I was going to have to pay for my
orgasm. His cock was covered in my juices.
I stared at it for a moment. I glanced up at his
grinning face and I didn't have to be a mind reader to
know how much he was enjoying this. He was only
thirteen, and maybe he wasn't quite as big an asshole
as the rest of his family. But he had a chance to have
sex with a sixteen year old girl and he was damn sure
going to take it.
He continued grinning at me as I leaned down to suck
him off. I was exhausted now. But thankfully his cock
was smaller and the head of it just barely entered my
throat on my down strokes. I tried to ignore the fact
that his cock was slimy with the juices from my pussy,
but they were soon gone and I was relieved when I
realized that there had been almost no taste to them.
I am not sure if it was because of his younger age or
because of the time he had spent sawing his cock over
my pussy, but he came very quickly and there was so
little cum that I wasn't sure at first that he had cum,
not until he carefully pushed my head away.
He stood up and I collapsed on the cushion on my side
and covered my face and sobbed loudly. My throat had
begun to recover already, but I was so disgusted by
what I had just done, and so despondent over the life
that stretched out in front of me that I didn't think I
could go on.
It isn't like I was expecting pity from any of them,
but it would have been nice if I could have had a few
minutes to recover. I heard them laughing at me and
joking about what a good cocksucker I was for a minute
or two and then I heard Larry push my mother out of his
lap and say, "Okay bitch, get your whelp and get in the
kitchen and fix us some supper. We were so busy fucking
around with the two of you we never got around to
having lunch. I'm pretty hungry."
I felt his foot nudging my ass and I forced myself to
get control of the crying. My mother helped me to my
feet and I started to look for something to put on to
cover my nakedness when I remembered that I had only
been wearing that tiny suit and when he removed it he
said that it would only be for when we had company now.
The significance of that just sank in at that moment.
He confirmed my suspicions when he saw me looking
around and said, "You look just fine like that. Unless
someone tells you different there is no sense in you
girls wearing clothes around the house.
I groaned in despair and allowed my mother to pull me
into the house. I followed her to the kitchen and she
turned around and pulled me close and said, "Oh god
Sara! I am so sorry. It's my fault. We were about to be
evicted and I had no money. I tried to borrow some but
my credit was shot. I tried to get an advance on my pay
but my boss said no. So in desperation I tried to
borrow some from the petty cash where I worked and they
knew. They knew right away. I suppose they got
concerned when I had tried to get the cash advance.
They must have been checking to make sure I didn't do
anything stupid. Unfortunately I did. It is the only
dishonest thing I have ever done in my entire life and
this is the punishment for it. Oh baby, I don't know
what do!"
She hugged me tight and I hugged her back. I understood
that she had acted from desperation. I knew that we
were trapped. I couldn't let my mother go to prison.
But I wasn't sure that my sanity would last for the
next two years until I could go away to college. I knew
that it would be worse for mom though. Her sentence
stretched out before her forever.
We were both crying quietly and holding each other. I
suddenly became aware of my mother's breasts pressing
into my own and I started to feel uncomfortable. I
said, "It's okay mom, I understand. We better get to
work before they figure out some other way to humiliate
us."
I was grateful when she let me go. It was starting to
feel creepy, feeling her breasts against me like that.
Mom went to the refrigerator to see what she could find
to make for supper. I got a glass of water and after
rinsing out my mouth to get rid of the taste of cum I
took a long drink. When I had quenched my thirst I did
what I could to help her.
There wasn't much food in the house. I imagine they
went out to eat or ordered delivery a lot. Mom found
the makings for spaghetti and I found a loaf of French
bread and we made dinner.
I finally noticed the time and was shocked to see that
they had been raping us for nearly five hours. I hoped
that they couldn't keep that up for long. Mom and I
were both exhausted. If they carried on like this every
night I wouldn't last two years!
I prepared the garlic bread and then I set the table.
We discussed whether or not to set places for ourselves
and decided that we had to eat. If they didn't want us
to eat with them they could say so when they came in. I
would rather eat standing up in the kitchen than
sitting around a table with a family of rapists anyway.
One of the benefits of spaghetti is that it doesn't
take long to cook. We put everything out on the table
and I went to the patio door and called them in to eat.
We waited until they were seated to find out what they
wanted to drink and then we sat down at the dinner
table. They had saved us seats on either side of Larry
who sat at the head of the table.
The dinner conversation was amazingly banal. They
talked about school and a high school football game and
just general conversation, like a normal family! They
even tried to engage us in conversation. I didn't feel
much like talking though, and neither did mom. They
didn't seem to care.
Gradually the conversation returned to sex. Apparently
this was something that they had not really discussed
before and Brad and Kevin both admitted that they had
been virgins until today. Chase had only recently
become sexually active but had very little experience.
I wondered how having a couple of sex slaves in the
house would affect his sex life. After determining how
much sexual experience his sons had they began to sound
him out about inviting friends over.
Larry said that he may allow them to invite friends
over from time to time. But he would have to be assured
that they would not tell anyone. It would have to be a
small number and they would have to be boys that were
absolutely trustworthy. All three of the boys said that
they understood and would be very careful.
Larry then said that before that happened he had some
plans for us. He was pretty sure that mom and I would
be just the right incentive to close a couple of real
estate deals he was working on. He had also made some
plans with a friend of his, Paul. Paul was the man who
owned Jo and Kara at Sweet Nothings.
He intended to invite him over with his three slaves in
the near future and allow him to enjoy my mother and
me. He also had plans to take us to a strip club. I had
been listening to his plans for us and growing steadily
more nervous about the future. But when he said that he
was going to take us to a strip club, and that we would
be putting on shows for the horny old men in there I
felt like I had been kicked in the stomach.
I looked up at my mother and her face was white with
fear too. I also noticed that Larry wasn't ignoring us.
He was watching us closely and getting a kick out of
our reactions to their conversation about our sexual
future.
Once everyone had eaten, my mother and I got up and
started clearing off the table. Every time we got near
to one of them they ran their hands over us. But after
what we had been through this afternoon it was just a
minor annoyance.
Once the table was cleared off we cleaned up the
kitchen and when we were done Larry got up and opened a
bottle of wine. He led us back out to the pool and
poured a glass of wine for himself and mom and Chase
and me.
I had never had alcohol before, but after what had
happened to me today I was more than willing to try.
Anything that could sooth the anguish I was
experiencing would be very welcome.
I actually enjoyed it, much to my surprise. It was
smooth and warm in my stomach. It even seemed to sooth
my throat. While we sipped the wine Larry started
laying out his plans for the next two days.
Tomorrow we were going back to Sweet Nothings for
complete wardrobes. He warned both of us that he didn't
want to hear any shit from us about the clothing he
picked out. We might as well get it through our heads
right now that he was going to dress us up like sluts
and this time we had lots of time so we were going to
try everything on in those dressing rooms with no
doors. We might as well plan on it right now.
He went on to say that on Monday mom was to drive me to
my old school and turn in my books and get my records
and enroll me in the school on this side of town. After
that was taken care of we could take care of notifying
anyone that needed to be notified of our new address.
The last thing we would need to do is go grocery
shopping. Larry would provide my mom with a credit card
and a car to use.
I asked him about extracurricular activities. I was in
several after school clubs and I was a cheerleader. I
knew that it would be too late to get into cheerleading
unless I got lucky and one of the girls broke a leg or
something, but there were several other clubs that I
belonged to and enjoyed.
He thought about it for a minute and then he said, "See
what is available and we'll talk about it later."
I nodded and finished off my glass of wine. Larry
poured another round for the four of us and we sat in
the dark and sipped our wine. No one spoke for a long
time and it was almost restful sitting there in the
pleasant evening air. I imagine that two glasses of
wine had a lot to do with that.
When the wine was finally gone Larry stood up and
pulled my chair out and helped me to my feet. He led me
over to the cushion from the lounge chair that I had
performed my first four blowjobs on a little earlier
and helped me to lie down on my back.
I wondered at first if he had decided to go ahead and
take my virginity after all. I very quickly learned
that was not the plan, and I would have much preferred
losing my virginity to what he had on his mind.
He left me lying there and went over and helped my
mother to her feet and guided her over to me. He pushed
her to her knees between my legs and forced her head
down and when she started to balk he said sternly,
"Don't you dare say no to me you stupid bitch or all
bets are off!"
I saw my mother start to cry again and for some reason
I didn't realize at first what was going on. When it
finally dawned on me I just lay my head down on the
cushion and closed my eyes and covered my face with my
hands and tried not to think about it. What he was
making us do now was just too horrible to contemplate.
I felt my mother's hair on my thighs as her head dipped
lower and then I felt her warm breath on my vagina. It
was horrible. But, and I hope it was because of the
wine, when her lips and her tongue came into contact
with my pussy I gasped and my ass came right up off the
cushion!
I had never felt anything like it! I had masturbated
from time to time over the last couple of years. And
over the hours that I had been molested around this
pool today I had been groped by all four of these
males, not to mention a simulated fuck from Kevin.
Nothing had prepared me for the sensations that I got
from my mother's tongue invading my pussy and moving
over my clit. I started out moaning quietly and
struggling to keep my hips still. As I quickly became
aroused and began to lose control I was getting louder
and louder and I wasn't even aware of what was going on
when Larry made my mother turn around and lower her
pussy to my mouth.
She never stopped what she was doing. She continued to
lick my pussy while she swung her body around and I
didn't have a clue until I felt her damp pussy pressing
against my lips. By that time I was lost in a sexual
haze and I can't say for sure whether I knew what was
going on or not. I want to believe that I didn't. I
want to believe that I had no idea that I was licking
my mother's pussy eagerly and sucking on it and
wrapping my hands around her and clasping her ass and
pulling her even tighter against my eager mouth.
I slowed down as orgasm after orgasm washed over me,
but I didn't stop. I became aware that she was cumming
too and that just made it all the more exciting. I
don't know how long it lasted, how long we ate each
other like that or how many orgasms we had. It seemed
to go on and on for a very long time. We were finally
interrupted when they pulled my mother off of me and I
was moved out of the way. Mom was placed on the cushion
on her hands and knees and Larry fucked her violently
while Chase began trying to force his cock down her
throat the way he had earlier with me.
I didn't get to see if he succeeded though. I was
placed on my back on another cushion nearby and Brad
knelt over my head and placed his cock to my lips. I
felt him wiping my pussy off with his hand while I
started sucking his cock. But he wasn't going to let me
suck him off this time.
He leaned down and rested his full weight on my body
and began to lick my pussy while he fucked my mouth
just the way Larry was fucking my mother's pussy. It
was violent and painful, but I had had a lot of
experience today and I was able to tolerate it. I was
in much too much distress to enjoy what he was doing
with his tongue though. It was his first time eating
pussy, but that wouldn't have mattered. The way he
battered at my throat made it impossible for me to
enjoy anything he did.
He enjoyed it though. He enjoyed it so much that he
came very quickly. This time he didn't come in my
mouth. He slammed his cock into my throat one last time
and I felt him tense up and I knew that he was cumming.
He collapsed on top of me after he came and stayed that
way as his cock went soft and receded from my throat.
It was a strange sensation, but I was busy trying to
breathe with his weight resting on my chest and
stomach.
He finally struggled to his knees and after wiping his
cock on my face a few times he moved away and sat in a
nearby chair while Kevin took his turn.
Kevin had something else in mind though. He straddled
me and began rubbing his hard cock between my breasts.
He pressed my breasts together around his cock and
sawed his cock back and forth. My breasts weren't
really big enough for that, they were just barely a B
cup. He seemed to be enjoying it though.
After taking several strokes that way he backed up and
bent down and spit on my chest between my breasts. Then
he got back into position and this time he made me hold
my own breasts together while he fucked them.
He leaned over on his arms with his head almost over
mine and stared down at his cock moving in and out of
my just barely adequate cleavage and soon he sped up
and I was startled when two strings of hot, slimy cum
shot out and landed in my face. A couple more drops
landed on my neck and finally he slowed down and
gradually stopped moving.
He stared down at me, enjoying the sight of his cum
decorating my face and then he sat up and used his
finger to scoop his cum up and shovel it into my mouth.
I ate it without protest and then I sucked his finger
clean. Just before he got up he leaned his hips forward
and I sucked his cock clean and then he stood up at
last.
I was freed just in time to watch Larry grab my
mother's hair and pull her around and force his slimy
cock into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times but
finally she managed to suck his cock clean.
Everyone had finally had enough and Larry ordered us
all to our rooms. He told his boys to leave me alone
tonight and I was grateful for that. Mom wasn't as
lucky. She didn't have a room of her own. She had to
sleep with Larry.
I collected the wine glasses and the empty bottle and
put them in the kitchen and then I went to my room. I
had planned on taking a quick shower and brushing my
teeth for an hour or so. Chase had a different idea. He
stopped at my door and ordered me not to wash or brush
my teeth until morning. He wanted me to get used to the
smell and the taste of cum.
It was disgusting, but not as bad as he probably
imagined. I felt dirty. I was dirty. I was sweaty too.
But while I had the taste of cum in my mouth, the wine
almost overpowered it. And there was only the faintest
smell of cum. Kevin had done a thorough job of scooping
it into my mouth and making me swallow it.
I felt nasty. Hell, I was nasty! I was exhausted though
and still a bit tipsy and I fell asleep almost
immediately, despite all of the horrible things that
had happened to me today.
I didn't wake up until I felt someone shaking me in the
morning. I finally opened my eyes and saw Brad standing
beside my bed. It took a minute for everything that had
happened yesterday to come flooding back into my
consciousness. My first reaction was that there was a
boy in my room and I was naked. The reality of my
situation quickly returned and I remembered everything
that I had done, or had done to me yesterday. Brad told
me to get up and pulled the covers back.
I was embarrassed all over again, even though I had
spent all yesterday afternoon exposed to him. I kept my
legs together and sat up in bed and put my feet on the
floor. While I was sitting there trying to pull myself
together he unbuckled his pants and slipped them down
and sat on my bed. He said, "Let's see if you remember
what you learned yesterday."
I stared at him blankly for a moment before I realized
what he was saying. He wanted me to suck his cock! "Oh
goody," I thought facetiously, "cum for breakfast!"
I didn't say anything though. I dropped to my knees on
the deep, soft carpet and moved between his legs. He
watched me as I repeated the process I had been taught
yesterday. I kissed his cock and his balls and licked
them all over and then I took them into my mouth and
started sucking.
I was surprised that my throat was nearly fully
recovered from the abuse of those oral assaults. It was
tender, but not really sore. Brad watched me until I
took his cock into my throat and then he laid back on
my bed and muttered, "Oh fuck that feels good!"
While I was sucking him I was aware of someone coming
into my room behind me. I felt a hand on my ass and
then it moved between my legs. I didn't know who it was
until I heard Chase say, "Damn Brad, I don't know if I
can have this cunt around for two years and not fuck
her."
I felt his finger moving up and down over my slit and
then sliding into me as I sucked off his brother and I
was beginning to think it would be hard for me as well.
As soon as I realized what I was thinking I slapped
myself mentally and tried to concentrate on Brad's
cock.
While I was sucking on Brad, Chase took his shorts off
and I felt him move behind me and slide his cock
between my legs just like Kevin had done last night.
His cock was much larger and it felt very good sliding
over my slit.
He bent over me and slowly slid his cock through my
crease as he held one of my tits in each hand and
gently pulled and squeezed at them and I was dismayed
to realize how badly I actually wanted that cock inside
of me. It didn't seem fair that I was doing all of this
work and providing these boys with orgasm after orgasm
and they were teasing my pussy for hours on end. But I
was getting to enjoy only a rare orgasm at their hands.
I suddenly remembered my last orgasms yesterday and I
shuddered in revulsion. I had eaten my mother's pussy!
I had been tipsy and I had been forced, but we had
eaten each other through a series of wonderful orgasms,
all for their amusement. When it was over we had to
service them one last time. It had certainly been good
for them. I don't know about my mother, but they had
been pretty rough on me as I recall.
My mind was suddenly returned to the present when I
felt Brad start to fill my mouth with cum. I held the
head of his cock in my mouth and used my hand to finish
him off the way I had been taught yesterday. He must
have recuperated fully overnight because it was a
pretty big mouthful by the time he finished.
I lifted my head and swallowed it all down. It seemed
to be getting easier each time I had to swallow a
mouthful of a boy's cum. The first few had been pretty
traumatic. Now, only one day later, I was swallowing
like I had been doing it for ages. It seemed like I had
too.
Chase was still sawing his cock in and out of the space
between my thighs. His cock was very hard and it felt
really good against my shaved slit. I rested my head in
Brad's lap and enjoyed the sensations as his cock
rubbed against me.
Chase could see that he was affecting me. He said, "You
like that don't you cunt? You are getting turned on.
You wish I would put that hard cock in your pussy and
fuck you don't you? You would love to be fucked right
this minute, wouldn't you?"
I didn't see any point in lying. I moaned involuntarily
and then I said quietly, "Yes. I do like it. I would
like to get fucked. I'm fucking human! What do you
expect?"
Brad had propped himself up on his elbows and was
watching Chase torment me with his cock and he said in
a warning voice, "Chase, you know dad will kill you if
you pop that bitch's cherry."
Chase groaned and said, "Yeah, I know. But Christ that
feels good! I wonder how her ass would feel if I plowed
my cock into it right now?"
Brad chuckled and said, "I don't see why we couldn't
grease her up and fuck her ass. But don't do it while
dad is home, not unless you ask him first. If she
starts screaming and he comes running in to see what's
going on he won't just beat your ass, he'll take away
your fucking driver's license."
I was just about to have an orgasm when Chase stopped
what he was doing and moved quickly to sit on my bed.
He pulled my head over to his lap and then watched as I
licked my juices off of his cock and he said, "Look at
all that slime sis. Your pussy is just drooling for a
cock. Poor baby, you want to get fucked so badly. All
this cock around and all you can do is suck it off.
You'd love to crawl up over me and sink that cunt down
on my hard cock right now, wouldn't you?"
I groaned around his cock as I sucked it down into my
throat. I hated to admit it, but he was right. Being
this turned on made it easier to suck their cocks. But
I was getting very frustrated. The trouble is, when the
arousal went away I was more humiliated than ever
because I had let them get to me.
Chase didn't last long. After watching me suck his cock
for a few minutes he laid back and enjoyed what I was
doing. I was getting much better at recognizing the
signals. I soon sensed that he was about to cum and I
finished him off with my hand. After I swallowed he
told me to go take a shower and go downstairs. Everyone
else was in the kitchen.
I got up and went to my bathroom. I had to pee urgently
and I rushed to the toilet and sat down just in time. I
had to pee so bad that when I looked up and saw Brad
watching from the doorway I just ignored him. What the
hell. It was just one more humiliation in what was
becoming a life of humiliation.
Brad saw how embarrassed I was and he grinned and came
closer. He pushed my legs apart and stared at the
stream of urine flowing out of me. He watched until I
finished and had wiped myself and he said, "No question
about it. Guys have it all over girls when it comes to
taking a leak."
I had never actually seen a boy pee but I wasn't that
stupid. I knew how they did it. I had to agree, it
seemed like it was a lot more convenient for them. I
was about to get an education on the subject though.
I watched as he pulled out his cock and I stood up
quickly as he approached my toilet. He reached down and
lifted the seat, thankfully, and then he grabbed my
hand and wrapped it around his cock and made me hold it
while he pissed.
Actually, I was so curious I wasn't even embarrassed. I
had been more embarrassed when he was watching me. I
saw the first weak stream start and then it grew
quickly to a strong stream splashing loudly into the
toilet water. I could actually feel the vibration of
the pee flowing through his penis! It was kind of
messy, the drops kept splashing up out of the toilet
onto the sides of the bowl, but I had to admit, it was
pretty convenient.
When he was done he just shook it off a little and
stuck it back in his pants! No wonder there was always
a line for the ladies rooms but the guys were in and
out in about two minutes!
Brad turned around and left, without washing his hands,
and I used some toilet paper to clean off the sides of
the toilet and then flushed it. I took a quick shower
and went downstairs. It was getting late and I was
afraid that Larry was going to be upset.
When I got to the kitchen my mother was just pouring
Larry and Chase fresh cups of coffee. Larry looked up
and smiled and said, "I guess I don't have to ask what
took you so long. Brad and Chase are keeping you pretty
busy, aren't they?"
It was bad enough that I had to do it. I didn't want to
talk about it. I blushed and nodded and asked if I
could have a glass of juice. My mother got it for me
and then we all sat down.
I could see that everyone had already eaten, but I
wasn't hungry. I sipped at my juice and avoided looking
at anyone. My mother sat down and sipped at a cup of
coffee. Before long Brad came in and sat down. He had
gotten dressed. He ordered me to get him a glass of
juice and I got up and got it for him. While I was
doing that Larry, Chase and Brad talked about what they
had done with me this morning.
After I sat back down Chase said, "Dad, me and Brad
were talking. If we are careful can we fuck her ass?
Sara's I mean. It's going to be hard as hell not to
fuck her, but we figured if we could fuck her ass
sometimes then it would be easier."
Larry said, "Why? You can fuck her mother any time you
want. Why do you need to fuck her ass?"
Chase grinned and said, "It's so damned much fun to put
a dick in her. We wouldn't do it often, just now and
then. Besides, we don't want to wear our poor mother's
pussy out. There are four of us. That's a lot of cock
for one woman."
I didn't have to hear the answer to know what he was
going to say. He was just drawing it out. I am pretty
sure that he was doing it more to tease me than to
tease his boys.
Mom and I went in and cleaned up the kitchen and got
the dishwasher started and we were both listening to
the conversation at the table as we worked. Larry at
last agreed to permit them to fuck my ass. Even though
I had known it was coming it gave me a sick feeling in
my stomach to hear it.
Larry said, "Okay, you can fuck her ass from time to
time. But not a lot, I don't want her all stretched
out. I'll show you how to grease her up and stretch her
out and I'm serious, I don't want you hurting her. If
you do I'll fuck your asses up with my belt."
All the while I was thinking that if I am going to be
sucking these assholes off and getting fucked in the
ass all the time, shit! I'd rather they took my
virginity and did it in the right fucking hole!
Once my mother and I had finished in the kitchen Larry
sent us upstairs to put on the dresses he had bought
for us yesterday. No underwear, just the dresses and
shoes.
My mother and I went upstairs and dressed as ordered.
It felt good to be wearing clothes again, even
something as short and slutty as this tiny dress. I had
been naked or all but naked since we got here yesterday
and I was very self conscious about my newly developed
and still maturing body. I had not gotten used to it
yesterday and I didn't think that I would ever be
comfortable being naked in front of Larry and his three
sons.
When we returned to the kitchen the boys were all
complaining to Larry about not being allowed to go
shopping with us. They wanted to help pick out our
clothes. Fortunately, Larry didn't think it was
appropriate for his three sons to be shopping for sexy
clothing for their mother and sister and then watching
them try them on in a lingerie store. He promised them
that when we came home we would model our new clothes
for them. They weren't happy about that compromise
though. They wanted to watch us trying them on in
public.
Larry left Chase in charge and the three of us headed
back to Sweet Nothings. I remembered how humiliated I
had felt yesterday when my mother had undressed me in
that open fitting room with nearly everyone else in the
store watching as I ended up standing in only my
panties. Today it would be worse since I was wearing
nothing under this tiny dress. It really felt weird to
be going out in public without underwear.
No one spoke as we got in the car and Larry backed out
of the driveway and drove away. As soon as we were
moving his hand was on my mother's pussy again. I
looked down at my own lap and saw how exposed I was. I
wondered if all of my clothes would be like this now. I
couldn't even imagine dressing like this for school. I
could see where my life was going to be very difficult
for my last two years of high school.
When we got to the store I was disappointed to see that
there were already several couples inside looking
around. It was still pretty early on a Sunday. Well, it
wasn't quite noon yet. So I didn't think there would be
many people shopping for lingerie. I was hoping for an
empty store.
When we entered the owner came out of a doorway behind
the counter and said hello. She told Larry that her
owner, Paul, was in the office. He had brought her and
Kara a light brunch. Larry escorted my mother and I
into the small backroom and Paul stood up and they
spoke briefly but quietly. We couldn't hear the
conversation. There was another man, a younger man,
sitting in a chair out of the way. I would later find
out that this was Glenn, Kara's husband, and another of
Paul's slaves!
While they talked they were looking us over, as was
Paul's other slave Kara. Kara kept looking at me and
she looked like it made her uncomfortable that a girl
my age was a sex slave. Finally! Someone besides me
thought it was inappropriate.
Paul didn't seem to share her discomfort though. Larry
and Paul moved closer and stood on either side of me
and my mother and discussed our relative merits. It was
extremely degrading to be treated like this, but we
just stared at the floor and waited for it to end.
While they talked, both men felt us up and we were made
to turn around and bend over and our skirts lifted up
over our asses while the men ran their fingers over our
flesh.
After a few minutes we were permitted to stand up
straight again and then Larry led the way out into the
store. The store didn't have shopping carts. Larry
spoke to Jo and explained that he was buying complete
new wardrobes for my mother and I and Jo said, "Not a
problem, wait here."
Jo poked her head into the office again and Kara came
out and grabbed an empty clothing rack on wheels that
was parked against the wall and came up to us and said,
"We don't have shopping carts, but I would be happy to
help you find everything you need and we can just hang
everything on this rack and park it by the changing
rooms so that you can try everything on when you are
finished shopping."
So my mother, Kara and I followed Larry up and down
every aisle in the store and he picked out complete new
wardrobes for my mother and I. Everything that he
picked up was something my mother would never have
worn, or would never have permitted me to wear. All of
the blouses were sheer. All of the skirts were micro
miniskirts. All of the dresses were sheer or short or
both. There were other items too of course. There was a
large selection of crop tops and halter tops with crude
writing on them. There were also halter tops that had
plunging necklines. By plunging, I mean all the way to
my belt!
We had to have something to wear with the suggestive
tops of course, something besides the tiny skirts.
Larry selected tight shorts that left half of our butts
exposed. And those were the modest ones!
He also selected a couple of little black dresses that
were beautiful, but scandalous. I had always wanted a
little dress like that, only about four inches longer
and without quite so much cleavage. I am talking
cleavage in the front AND back. I hadn't tried it on
yet, but it was cut so low in the back that I didn't
need to put it on to know that at least some of my butt
was going to be exposed if I wore it.
That was the last thing he selected. The rack that Kara
was pushing along behind us was full now. We headed up
to the front of the store where the changing rooms were
located. As we shopped, well, that isn't quite right.
Larry had been doing the shopping. As we followed Larry
up one aisle and down another I had been keeping my
eyes on the growing number of customers in the store. I
was surprised at the number of customers in here so
early on a Sunday. I had always bought most of my
clothes at the mall in the past and I just assumed that
most people did their clothing shopping there.
It was a mixed crowd. It was almost exclusively
couples, though there were a few women alone and a
couple of men who were shopping for their wives or
girlfriends, I hope, and looked very uncomfortable.
Most of the couples were in their twenties, though not
all. By the time we were finished following Larry up
and down the aisles there were probably close to twenty
couples in the store.
When we got to the fitting rooms with our rack of
clothing there was quite a crowd gathered to watch an
attractive woman trying on a new dress. She was the
only one using one of the dressing rooms with no door.
Her face was bright red, but she was smiling and seemed
to be having fun. She stripped down to her sexy bra and
panties and put on the dress she had selected and
stepped out and modeled it for her husband.
I noticed that he had a huge hard on and it appeared
that they were both enjoying her little exhibition.
After she had stepped out and modeled for her husband,
and everyone else, she stepped back into the booth and
took the dress off and put her shorts and her top back
on.
Once she was dressed she and her husband headed for the
cash register. The crowd seemed disappointed, but that
was about to change. Larry pushed mom into one of the
booths and everyone around us turned back to watch as
she took off her tiny dress and stood there naked.
I heard people around us gasping in surprise. I assumed
that was because my mom wasn't wearing underwear. I
heard several comments about her breasts and her
nipples. I heard a lot of complimentary comments about
her figure. But everyone was quiet and discreet. There
was no cheering or catcalling.
Mom hung up her dress and Larry handed her the first
item on her end of the clothing rack. He never gave her
more than one item at a time so that except when she
was trying on a dress she was always topless or
bottomless.
By the time she had tried on a half a dozen items I
noticed that there was moisture seeping from her pussy.
It didn't run down her thighs or anything, but I could
see it glistening in the light. I felt so sorry for
her. It continued to be obvious that she was terribly
embarrassed during the entire time she spent trying on
new clothes. And unlike the woman who had been trying
on a dress when we approached the fitting rooms, it was
obvious that my mother was not enjoying being exhibited
for the pleasure of the other customers.
It didn't seem to bother the other customers that she
was doing this reluctantly though. By the time she had
finished trying on everything on her half of the rack,
everyone in the store was standing around us in a
semicircle watching my mother try on one item after
another.
I watched them out of the corner of my eye as my mother
entertained them with her little strip show. At first
they had seemed a little embarrassed by her total
nudity. But by the time she had finished they were all
smiling and I saw that every male in the place had
stopped pretending, they were enjoying the hell out of
my mom's little strip show. No one was fooling anyone
here. Everyone knew why there were four booths with no
doors and everyone knew why some people used those
booths. The only reason to step into one of those
booths with no door was to show off.
I watched as my mother tried on the last new item of
clothing and finally she put her dress back on and
stepped out of the way. The crowd was obviously sorry
because they thought that the show was over.
They were in for a big surprise. Larry didn't say
anything to me. He just gave me a look that said it
all. He had already warned us that we had better not
give him a hard time. I stepped forward and entered the
booth that my mother had just left. I kept my eyes down
and began unbuttoning my dress. My fingers were shaking
as they worked at the buttons holding my dress closed
and I could feel the flush as my face and neck turned
bright red.
As I stripped I heard the crowd, which had been pretty
quiet except for a low drone of conversation as the
couples talked among themselves while my mother put on
one item of clothing after another for their amusement.
Suddenly it was deathly quiet as I undressed. They
apparently realized that I was just a teenager and
there must have been some mixed feelings.
I couldn't be sure, but I glanced up out of the corner
of my eye after I had removed my dress and hung it up
and it looked like a few of the couples were leaving,
but not many. It had to be obvious that I was underage.
But except for those few couple, the audience didn't
seem concerned with my age. I guess they figured if it
was alright with us it was just fine with them if I
wanted to put on a strip show.
Larry grinned that shit eating grin of his and started
handing me clothes to try on, just like he had for my
mother. It seemed to take hours. I tried on every item
that he had picked up. Several times an item I was
trying on was too large or too small and Kara had been
sent to find it in another size. So I had ended up
trying on those items more than once. And just like my
mother, except when I was trying on a dress I was
topless or bottomless for the entire time.
The thing that bothered me nearly as much as being
naked in front of all of these people was that my
nipples were so hard they hurt and I could feel my
pussy just oozing juices. I didn't understand it. I was
totally humiliated. I didn't enjoy this at all and I
was not turned on. So why was my body responding like
this?!
I don't know how long the show lasted. When we had
gotten to the store it had been just a little before
noon. I glanced at the clock on the wall when we were
checking out and it was after three. I don't know how
much of those three hours I had spent naked or nearly
naked while I tried on clothes but I was exhausted,
both physically and emotionally.
Mom and I stood at the counter while Kara rang up the
new clothes that Larry had selected. Larry and Paul
were standing nearby talking quietly. As they talked
they kept looking at my mother and me. I knew that I
was going to hate whatever came of that conversation. I
had only been aware of my new slave status for about
twenty-four hours, but already I had learned that
whenever I saw that expression on the face of a male
that was looking in my direction it involved someone
making me do something of a sexual nature that I didn't
want to do.
After Kara had finished ringing up the sale she waited
for Larry to come back over and rejoin us. As we were
waiting I was staring at the total on the digital
readout for the cash register. In great big LED numbers