This story is purely fiction, and contains sexually explicit situtions possibly involving (but not limited to) rape, pedophilia, vegetables, coffee mugs, and various farm animals.
The characters in these stories are in no way based on real people. If you feel
that they might be based on you, you are probably an idiot. I don't know you.
Keep this shit out of the hands of children you lazy, thoughtless bastard. Do
you have ANY idea what a kid who read this stuff during his childhood would
grow up to be? Well, YOU'RE READING THE KIND OF FUCKED UP SHIT HE WOULD END
UP WRITING.
Enjoy.
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Melissa looked at her watch, almost hesitantly, knowing that she was late. 10:25, it read. She whimpered and went from a fast walk to a jog, praying that her parents wouldn't notice the time.
Quietly as she could, she opened the front door. Her parents were in the living
room - her father reading the paper and her mother a paperback book. She walked
past as quietly as she could, and at first her parents said nothing.
But as she started ascending the stairs, her mother said, "This is your
second. Tomorrow after school."
Melissa knew better than to protest, and she quickly went upstairs, changed
into her pajamas, and went to sleep, miserable.
In Melissa's house, the rules are thus: One minor offence (insubordiation, being
out past curfew, C or lower on the report card, etc.) earns a spanking or some
amount of time without the "right" to wear clothing around the house.
She could, however, get out of said punishments if she agreed that, after her
next minor rule-breaking, she would be given the "liquid" treatment.
Her mother had, locked in a cabinet, a small vile of clear liquid. The clear
liquid was actually a highly potent irritant which was applied with a small
brush on a long handle. When smeared on (or in) the vagina, it would cause mild
to extreme pain and itching, depending on the amount used. Melissa's parents
would use, "as much as necessary."
Her mother had decided she needed a more severe form of punishment than a simple
spanking after she had caught her daughter masturbating a few months prior.
It did not cause any serious damage, but it would leave the girl howling for
ten minutes, and sobbing for awhile after.
For more serious offences, the punishments would be decided on a case-to-case
basis. Often times it was the liquid, but other times it would involve an extreme
spanking or paddling, or even something much more creative. Once, a punishment
consisted of Melissa having to have the whole family present whenever she wanted
to go to the bathrom or bathe.
The next day after school, Melissa came home and went into her room. Her parents
followed her up.
Once in her room, her dad secured rope to each of the four posts to her bed
as she removed her shoes, then socks, then shorts, then panties.
"Shirt and bra, too," her mother reminded her. The complete baring
of the girl served little practical purpose, but did much to add to her humiliation.
Tears begining to form, she slipped out of her shirt and unlatched her bra.
What handfuls of her tits existed spilled out. At 15, she had little more than
an averaged sized chest.
Without being told, she layed down on the bed. Her hands were secured, and then
her feet. She let out an occasional sob or whimper, but otherwise made no noise
of protest.
Once tied down, a pillow was slid under her hips, pushing her vagina up where
they would have easy access to it.
"Will you need this?" her father asked, holding up a cloth rag they
often used as a gag. She nodded, knowing that the liquid always made her scream.
She opened her mouth and her stuffed it in.
Tears now flowed freely down her face, half in humiliation at being sprawled
naked in front of her parents and half in horror at the pain awaiting her. She
had only had the treatment three times before, and she was not eager to experience
it a fourth.
Her mother disappeared and reappeared with the vile in one hand and the brush
in the other.
"You know why we have to do this, right?" she asked.
Melissa nodded, starting to sob.
"Are you ready?" her mother asked.
Melissa nodded.
Melissa's mother opened the bottle and dipped the brush in. Melissa took a deep
breath. Her mother smeared a liberal amount across Melissa's pussy lips and
opening, and then slid the brush carefully down her daughter's slit, ensuring
that she did not miss a spot.
It took a few seconds for the liquid to take effect, but soon Melissa's eyes
widened in terror, and even through the gag could be heard a pitiful shriek.
She strained against her bonds, trying to reach a hand to her burning young
cunt.
Calm as ever, her mother dipped the brush back into the bottle, and then proceeded
to push the brush through Melissa's hole and into her. She repeated this a few
times, wanting to be sure the inside of her daughter's vagina was well coated.
This made Melissa's agony unbearable. Now not only did her outside burn, but
all through the inside of her belly was the sensation of firey ants, stinging
and burning her all over.
She continued howling and bucked harder and harder, trying to soothe her burning
loins.
Nothing, she knew, could be done to less herpain, and she felt she was going
mad. She convulsed and tossed her head back and forth.
It seemed to her hours that she lay, writhing and screaming, moaning and bucking,
her crotch and inards burning away to a crisp.
After about ten minutes, real time, Melissa's pain was beginning to dull. Now,
more prevalent than the pain, was a terrible itch all throughout her. She rubbed
her legs together and her vaginal walls contracted rapidly. The itch was as
maddening as the pain was.
She conintued to toss her head back and forth, and she sobbed wildly, her pubescent
chest heaving up and down.
Finally, the itching eased away and she lay, motionless, on the bed, her eyes
glazed and her face stained with tears.
When her parents saw that the cycle was complete, they untied her and told her
to go wash.
"You can put your clothes back on after dinner," her mother said.