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UNCLE (C) January 2002

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer's Cramp
(Fm, Mf, MFg, rom, humil, coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, etc.)

The Players:
Sir Theodore Asquith, Guardian of Emily.
Emily Kemp, aged 13, 
Judith Reymond, Schoolteacher
Valma Reymond, her mother.
Ralph, her new husband, Judith's stepfather.
Veronica, one of Valma's friends
Freddie, Veronica's son, aged 13.
Cindy Smart, Emily's school friend.

All my stories are archived at 
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I would indeed appreciate, comments and constructive 
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Please let me know what you think of the story.

This story must not be posted on any pay-site or used for commercial
purposes of any sort.

Chapter Thirteen
	She never knew how she got back into her own bed but there she was 
when she woke the next morning. The memory of last night was clearly imbedded 
in her mind and she marveled at the pleasure she received from her Daddy. She 
knew was it wrong yet she wouldn't even try to stop him if he ever wanted to do it 
again. 
	Nothing was said as usual and they had returned to being a normal family 
at breakfast.
	"When's your period due, Pixie?" Her mother asked when her father had 
left for work.
	The youngster blushed, still uneasy talking about it with her mother for it 
had been with her just a few months.
	"Why, Mum?"
	"Because I need to know."
	It didn't help. "Uhm, I think it's on Friday."
	"Of this week?"
	"Yes, in two days."
	"I see. Then we'll make tonight your last lesson until it's over. It would be 
a bit messy if you began bleeding in the middle if having sex with your Daddy."
	"Having sex with...? Oh, Mum, you promised he wouldn't do that," she 
wailed.
	"He's not going to fuck you, Pixie. Everything else is permitted, O.K? It's 
all sex even if he doesn't dip his cock into your little honey pot. Understand?"
	"Oh, it's terrible," the young girl bemoaned. "You know it's wrong that 
Daddy does sex things to me. I'd get into trouble if anyone found out."
	"He'd get into a lot more than you would, young lady so just make sure no 
one ever does. Anyway, what about last night, I never heard you begging him to 
stop licking your little cunt now, did I?"
	"No, but..."
	"But you liked it. A lot."
	"Yes, but..."
	"We're getting a lot of buts this morning. Is your pussy sore from last 
night?"
	"N... No, it's not."
	"Let me see. I don't want you chaffing down there."
Judith blanched at the request. "I can't, Mum. Really I can't. It's alright, 
nothing's wrong."
	"We made a bargain that you would obey me, Pixie. Maybe I should keep 
you home from school and paddle that little bottom of yours all day to teach you a 
lesson. Now lift your skirt and drop the panties."
	Judith never hesitated but did exactly as she was told, the humiliation of 
doing so clearly seen on her face.
	"You don't like this, do you, Pixie?"
	"No, it's awful," the youngster agreed, holding back the tears she could 
easily have shed.
	"It won't always be like that, baby," her mother said with compassion. 
	"You will come to like it, believe me. Sex is a beautiful thing and should be 
shared with others." She sat on a chair close to her daughter but didn't bother to 
look at the nudity on display. Judith saw she was contemplating and watched as 
she went to the telephone and dialed a number.
	"Yes, good morning. This is Mrs. Reymond, Judith's mother. She won't 
be coming to school this morning. She's not at all well and I think it best for her 
to remain at home today. No, it's a tummy bug of some sort. She should be over it 
by tomorrow. Yes, I will. Goodbye."
	"Your teacher says for you to get well, Pixie. I'll try and help you do that."
	"You told her I'm sick but you know I'm not. Why did you do that, Mum? 
	I have to go to school today. Please let me. I don't want to get spanked all day."
	"You may well get spanked today but that's not the main reason you're 
staying home. After what you experienced last night, I think it's high time to 
teach you more about your sexual nature, young lady. Now, no objections, off and 
have a very hot bath, put on a clean nightdress and come into our bedroom. I want 
to see your skin all pink and lovely. Now go and do it."

	She entered her mother's room in trepidation. It became worse when she 
saw her mother under the covers in a nightgown herself. 
	"Come on, Pixie, in you hop."
	"Get in bed, with you, Mum?"
	"Yep, we're going to have some girl love and you won't get pregnant, I 
promise," she said with a big smile, folding the bedclothes back for her daughter 
to get in.
	"What are you going to do?" She asked timidly.
	"Haven't you ever played with some of your school friends? Naughty 
show and tell games? Hmm? I'm sure you've stroked some of your friends little 
titties, haven't you? Wondering what it was like?"
	"No, never," she retorted indignantly and when she saw her mother smirk 
in disbelief she added vehemently, "I've never done that, Mum." 
	"Then you'll have some nice surprises, Pixie. Women know how to please 
each other far more than men do. So today you're going to enjoy some incestuous 
lesbian love with your mama. Yes, baby, you're going to learn another side of 
having sex, how to make love to another woman."
	"No," the youngster cried. "You can't make me. It's not fair. It's filthy, 
that. They call them lezzos at school. Yuk." And she began to cry her eyes out, 
not daring to come any closer.
	"You know how it is, Pixie. I'm getting sick and tired of threatening you. 
Now you come into bed with me right now and I want to see a smile on your 
face."
	And so she slid under the covers and held herself rigid, afraid of what was 
to come.
	"It's not dirty, Pixie, really it's not. You know how your Daddy made you 
feel last night. You'd like to have him do that to you again, wouldn't you?"
	"Yes," she said in barely a whisper.
	"This will make you even happier. Now just relax. Come on, take a deep 
breath and smile for your mama. That looks so much better baby. Now come 
closer, let's cuddle for a while. Yes, like that. Ahhh, that's nice," she sighed 
softly. She held her daughter softly nuzzling her face against her neck, allowing 
her breath to warm the tender flesh.
	Very slowly, she began to stroke the young girl, first her arm then her side, 
down to her hip and back again, crossing lightly over her stomach where she was 
sure her daughter shivered at the touch. She gently cupped a breast, so small yet a 
definite mound, not yet daring to press the softness, just gliding by. Back and 
forth her hand travelled until on one pass, the hand stayed over the hillock for 
several moments. Longer the next and longer still until she felt the nipple rise like 
a hard raisin. No objection came and Mother cupped then gently squeezed to the 
accompaniment of a soft moan.
	"Is it nice, baby?"
	"Yes."
	"Want more?"
	"Yes."	
	"Roll onto your back and close your eyes."
	Everything she did now was carried out as slowly as possible, hesitating at 
every turn so the youngster wouldn't become frightened or refuse to go further. 
	She tickled both nipples until they were hard and stood up under the light nightie. 
Slowly her hand lifted the garment and pushed upwards, sliding over the soft 
warm skin, along thighs that were shivering with emotion, as though she were 
longing for everything that was being done to her.
	"Just enjoy it, baby," her mother whispered against her ear. "I love the feel 
of your body. It's so perfect."
	"Hmmm," was all the response she heard.
	The nightie was now well up her torso and her mother pulled it further 
until both nipples were exposed. She placed her lips over the hardness and flicked 
it with her tongue, making Judith writhe with pleasure.
	What her mother was doing was so different to the way her father did it. 
This was soft and tender and awoke feelings far more intensely than her Daddy 
had done. Her hands were softer yet found places that made Judith's heart shiver 
with delight and her tongue felt so different. What did her mother say? Women 
know how to please other women far better than men ever could. Was that true? 
She thought it must be for this was even better than last night and she never 
thought anything else would be as good.
	She moved to the girl's vulva and concentrated solely on her clitoris, 
pushing the hood back and pinching the hard little nub between her two thumbs. 
Then she clamped her mouth over that one small area and performed cunnilingus, 
as the girl had never experienced before. One, two then three orgasms were 
achieved one after the other until Judith cried out for peace. The experience was 
beyond her ability to cope with the pain of pleasure.
	"Mummy, no more. I can't stand it," she cried but her mother continued 
until one more orgasm churned through the youngster. She was covered in sweat 
and gasping for breath as her mother let her calm down over the next half an hour, 
stroking her breasts lightly from time to time, causing a myriad of after shocks 
that made the girl's body jerk each time they hit.
	"I love you, little Pixie, more than you could imagine. This has been an 
ordeal I know but if I hadn't been firm, how would you ever know about things 
like this? Well?"
	"I guess I wouldn't, Mum. It's just that it doesn't seem right."
	"So you don't want to do things with Daddy and me any more?"
	"No," she replied quickly. "Oh, I do. It's just that... Oh, I don't know. 
What should I do?"
	"You should do what your parents tell you to do, doesn't that make more 
sense. Is there anything that we've made you do that wasn't nice?" 
	"No, I don't think so. Maybe when you make me and I don't want to so 
you threaten to beat me. Would you really do that, Mum?" 
	"Of course. Haven't I already spanked you because you weren't obeying? I 
can tell you Daddy is just itching to humiliate you by making you strip off in front 
of him them lay over his knee while he spanks you until you cry out in pain. It 
makes men feel very powerful doing that and you'll probably have to suck him 
off afterwards. But it keeps him happy, you see. Keep a man happy sexually and 
he'll always be happy, just remember that, Pixie. They live for sex, to dominate 
their women and to make them do dreadful things just to please them. Learn to 
accept that and you can twist them all around your little finger. Now it's time you 
made me feel nice too."

Chapter Fourteen
	Judith learnt all those truths very quickly but her Daddy was always in 
control of her. She wondered when the time would come when she could dictate 
the terms, for he had her doing more and more humiliations as the weeks went by. 
Not even her menses gave her relief from his demands.
	The evening her next period came after the initial few lessons, she found 
herself showered and dressed in a clean school uniform, standing in front of her 
Daddy.
	"So, how's my little girl today?"
	"I'm alright, Daddy."
	"I think you've been a naughty little girl today. Am I right?"
	"No, Daddy, I haven't done anything naughty, I promise I haven't."
	"I know you have, Judy and telling lies makes it all the worse. I think you 
deserve a good spanking to teach you not to be naughty. And there's only one way 
to do that. Take your clothes off, Judy."
	She looked at her mother and saw the slightest nod. So Mum was right, 
she thought. This is really going to hurt but I'd better agree or he might take a belt 
to me.
	"Please, Daddy, don't make me do that. It's embarrassing," she pleaded 
hoping he would appreciate her reluctance.
	"One day, Miss Judy Reymond, you will make me so mad with your 
pitiful little objections that I will throw you down and take that precious hymen 
away from you. Don't underestimate me, young lady. What I say goes."
	Her fingers went to the top button of her blouse and she began undressing. 
Despite the fact that her father had already seen her quite naked and had even 
sucked her pussy and given her orgasms, being made to divest her clothes in front 
of him like this was the most humiliating thing she could ever recall doing. Even 
when she had already been forewarned, the feeling of degradation was strong in 
her mind. She was being made to do private things for his gratification and it felt 
simply awful. She refused to cry but the little sniffs she gave from time to time 
made his cock rise to attention from the sheer pleasure of knowing she hated what 
he made her do.
	As she was about to drop her blouse on the floor, her father said, "No, 
give it here," as he held his hand out. Then he opened his zipper, released his 
erection, laid the blouse carefully over it and began to slowly masturbate himself 
in front of her.
	Judith couldn't look her father in the eyes but what he was doing was 
directly in her line of site and she gasped at his actions. Then began to unzip her 
skirt.
	That replaced her blouse on his lap and he clasped it around his cock and 
gently stroked himself. Judith saw a wet spot appear on her skirt just as it did her 
blouse. 
	She reached behind her and unclipped the white cotton school bra, 
covering her breasts with her other arm as she handed the bra to her father. He 
slapped her other hand away and placed one bra cup over his cock and continued 
his pleasuring. 
	The next was the worst for no one had ever seen her wearing a sanitary 
pad. She looked towards her Daddy but knew she had no option and slid the 
panties down her legs, making sure the pad remained stuck between her legs.
	"I have my period, Daddy," she said self-consciously.
	"Oh, that's interesting. Just stand still a moment," he directed, removing 
the bra, which had a distinct round patch of wetness, right in the very point of the 
cup. He took her panties, pressed then to his face and drew a loud breath, closing 
his eyes as if in rapture, as he did so. "Well periods still leave you smelling very 
sweet, Judy," he told her with a smile. Then he clasped the white cotton panties 
around his shaft and stroked on., looking his daughter up and down as he did so.
	"When did you change it last, baby?"
	"What...? Oh, this?" She asked, looking down at the pad between her legs 
and blushing furiously. Why does she have to keep doing that, she asked herself. 
	"Uhm, after my shower just now."
	"Where's the old one?"
	"Uhm, I flushed it."
	"Pity, I'd prefer a well soaked one but never mind. Come on, off with it."
	"You mean...? But Daddy, It's my... My period. You know...? You 	
can't..."
	"I do and I can," he replied firmly.
	Not knowing what to do at first, she glanced at her mother who again, 
gave her assent with the smallest of nods. Giving in as usual the young girl prised 
the sticky bits away from her skin and held the pad, folded in two to cover the 
stains she saw.
	"Give it here, Judy. I want to see your bleeding."
	"Oh," she gasped almost silently and handed the used pad to him. 
	What he did next made Judith's mind spin in turmoil. He held the pad so 
they could all see the small blood-stain about the size of a silver dollar then lifted 
it to his nose and sniffed a deep breath of her odours. She could see from the look 
on his face that he held her pad in deep fascination looking at the spot closely and 
touching it with his finger. Then, with his eyes looking directly into hers, he 
opened his mouth and licked across the redness. 
	Even her mother gasped at that. Judith cried out almost in disgust for she 
couldn't dream of anyone doing such a thing. But worse was to come. Still 
watching her he pressed the stained area against his open mouth and she was sure 
he was licking it furiously.
	"Ugh," Judith couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, which made him 
smile across to her. When he released the thing from between his lips she 
wondered if a stain had been left because parts of his lip looked very red indeed.
Finally, down to his penis went the used pad, wrapped tightly around them 
clamped with a large fist as he began his masturbation once more.
His eyes closed as if in total bliss but soon after, as though he'd changed 
his mind he stopped and sat up.
	"Mother, bring me a towel and one of those large plastic rubbish bags."
	They watched as he laid the plastic bag over his chair and then the towel 
over that. He resumed his seat and held his hand out to Judith.
	"What you are going to do, young lady, is sit on your Daddy's cock until 
supper time. I want to feel your bleeding, baby, lots of it, I hope."
	Judith was visibly shocked, holding back from taking his hand. She just 
didn't understand why he wanted to do such things, such filthy unpleasant things 
for it was nothing like the sexual things she dreamed about when she was alone. 
But as usual she capitulated and started to sit in his lap.
	"Turn around and face me," he said holding his up-thrust penis down as 
she lifted one leg over his thighs. "Now we can both see when the little red river 
begins to flow. Play with yourself, Judy. Let Daddy watch you cum."
	She looked down and saw her pussy lips pressed against the base of his 
penis, which was flattened beneath her bottom. Any bleeding that did take place 
would run into a reservoir formed where their genitals pressed together. Now she 
had to touch her pussy, something she had never done in front of him. He had 
touched her there, her mother had but she had never been made to so far. But now 
she was about to.
	His hands were around the base of her bottom, holding her as if she were 
trying to get away, which was definitely her preference but she knew very well 
she had little hope of that. 
	"Couldn't you do it, Daddy?"
	"I want to see you give yourself a climax, not me."
	"But it's embarrassing."
	"So? Be embarrassed then."
	And she was, even worse when she saw him smiling straight into her eyes 
at her humiliation.
	She used just one finger, stroking her clit lightly so it wouldn't make her 
cum, ever. Or so she thought, but soon he brought one hand around to her breast 
and began to flick each nipple with his fingertips. He whispered terrible things to 
her while he did so and her face was blushing bright red. 
	"I can just see you laid out on a bed with some young buck drooling over 
your body. He wants to fuck you and you want him to. Can you imagine that, 
Judy? Having a fuck with a pretty young boy. Letting him get his hands under 
your blouse and squeezing these titties. Then he'd want to undress you until you 
were stark naked. Imagine it, Judy, laying there all starkers with a young cock 
dribbling onto your skin. Don't you just want to suck it in and get rid of his 
dribblings?"
	"No...," she objected hesitantly.
	"Yes you do. Tell the truth."
	"If I did I'd lose my virginity," she said with little conviction.
	"That's not the point," he said then quickly added, "just keep rubbing that 
clit young lady. I know what you're trying to do, or not do, I should say."
	She speeded up her movements because it began to feel nice, very nice 
indeed and despite her humiliation, she wanted to do exactly what he was making 
her to do.
	"Huh, it's getting close, isn't it?"
	"Yesss," she hissed between clenched teeth. Then she came, forgetting the 
fact that his hard cock was being washed with a film of her menstrual blood. It 
was just that her climax sent every other thought from her mind and she wanted 
the feeling to stay with her forever.
	"Arrhhh,' she moaned, falling against her father's chest as she delighted in 
her pleasures.
	"Not bad for an amateur," he congratulated her as she began to awaken 
from an almost hypnotic slumber.
	"Wha...?"
	"You come very well. We'll have a contest with your mother one day to 
see who the champion of the household is as far as orgasms are concerned. The 
winner can go on to challenge the whole street then the town. You never know, 
one day you might become the champion masturbator of the world."
	"You wouldn't, Daddy," she cried out before she realized he was teasing 
her. "You wouldn't make me do it in front of our neighbors, would you? I 
couldn't ever go to school again if you did."
	"You could if you sucked-off all the men in the street. Then they couldn't 
point a finger at you at all."
	"But their children would." Judith still hadn't realised he was joking.
	"I won't if you suck your old dad off, right now, honey," he told her 
seriously, sliding her bottom off his knees.
	"Oh, alright," she capitulated, still not remembering she was in the midst 
of her period. It was only after she knelt between his legs and took hold of his 
erection that she saw the stains she had left. Sucking her father off was becoming 
a commonplace event to Judith now but when she saw the blood she gasped and 
looked up at him in shock.
	"Daddy, I can't," she blanched, pleading with her eyes.
	"I want you to suck me off, baby. I need it right now all the way until you 
make me come inside your mouth."
	"But   your... Your thing's all covered in... in my blood from... You 
know."
	"So I need you to wash me. You wouldn't begrudge me that would you? 
After all you put it there, I didn't."
	"But it was you who made me sit on you," she pleaded.
	"Just make me happy, baby, then you won't get a hiding."
	It was a terrible task but not as bad as she expected once her lips were 
over the red-stained pole. There was little taste at all, just the knowledge of what 
she was cleaning off his cock but soon, as his groans of pleasure began to rise 
loudly, all she thought of was the spurts she was about to receive. And very soon, 
she did, licking the underside of his cock all the while he ejaculated. Lick then 
swallow, lick and swallow. She had learned that very quickly for it seemed as 
though he was discharging gallons of sperm inside her mouth and it all had to be 
swallowed. The first time she allowed the slimy substance to dribble down her 
chin, she was spanked soundly with dire warnings of what would happen if she 
ever let another drop escape.
	Once she had learned the art of fellatio, she was certain her father would 
make her pregnant and it took her mother and several trips to the local library to 
convince her she wouldn't conceive through oral sex. The other myth, about how 
much sperm was shot down her throat, was finally answered one time when she 
was instructed not to swallow but to retain all of his discharge in her mouth and 
subsequently transferred to a wine glass. Not the gallons she suspected, rather, 
little more than a teaspoon full.
	She was to perform that task, expelling the discharge into a glass, many 
times over several months and was to learn why on her twelfth birthday.
	She was treated to a special meal of all her favourite foods and despite 
sitting at the table quite nude while her parents were fully dressed, she relished 
the attention given to her. She blushed when her Daddy began to discuss her 
developing attributes but she knew he did it only to embarrass her and just smiled 
shyly while she ate and listened silently.  
	It was the desert that surprised her. When her mother placed the bowl in 
front of her she saw lots of little ice blocks all covered in lovely thick cream.
	"Something special for a special girl," her mother beamed. "Eat it all up. I 
don't want to see any left." 
	There wasn't much taste except for the cream, which had sugar sprinkled 
over it. But when she sucked one block clean and looked at it she gasped with 
shock. "It's... It's...," she stammered, looking up at both parents.
	"What?" Her father asked with a knowing smile.
	"The ice blocks... They're... It's made of your sp..."
	"My precious discharge, baby, especially for you on this special day."
	"But..."
	"Does it taste nice?" Her mother asked.
	"I... I'm... I'm not sure. It's just cold, I think."
	"Not much different to swallowing it fresh then, eh?" Her father asked.
	"At least it's sweet."
	At the end of the meal, Judith was made to put on a show for her parents, 
masturbating twice to orgasm then providing orgasms for each of her parents with 
her tongue. That night she slept in their bed the whole night and was woken 
several times to provide favors to one or the other of her parents.

Chapter Fifteen
	Life at home continued that way for three more years but changed 
dramatically one day when her mother called at the school and took her home. 
	"What is it, Mummy?" She asked, thinking she was in for a beating for 
something she had done wrong.
	"It's your Daddy, baby. He's in hospital, very ill."
	"What's the matter with him?"
	"He had a heart attack at work and he's very sick."
	"Will he die?"
	"The doctors don't know.  We'll go to the hospital now to be near him. 
Maybe they'll know more then."
	But Judith never saw her father alive again for he had died before they 
arrived.
	After several weeks, life returned to normal once more but her mother 
never made sexual demands of her again.  Their relationship was one of 
friendship and sharing together and Judith soon forgot the things she had been 
made to do with them both before her Daddy passed away. She wondered why her 
mother never wanted her to touch her sexually now but she decided it was 
something best not asked. 
	Judith had grown up into a beautiful young woman at eighteen, had left 
high school and began a teaching course at college and was slowly beginning to 
accept boys as part of her social life. The memories of her sexual encounters with 
her parents were still there but when any of her dates tried to move on her 
sexually she shunned the attempt and if they continued, she broke the relationship 
immediately. Her reputation among the boys she knew grew to be that of a 
Puritan and the most eligible and sought after boys rarely made a play for her. It 
didn't concern her at all that she dated rather less than most of her friends, even 
though she was one of the more attractive girls in her class. 
	She wondered why she didn't just give in to the boys who tried, at times, 
realising she knew all there was to know about pleasing them sexually, but it was 
as if she had had her fill of all that with her father and that part of her life was 
over. There were only rare occasions when something would trigger the urge for 
sexual fulfillment and she overcame the need at night in bed. She was amazed 
how she could achieve orgasm almost in silence and then immediately fall asleep, 
just like her father did after his orgasms. Like father, like daughter, she guessed. 
Once fulfilled, it would be several weeks before she needed to masturbate again.

	Her world was a happy one, a few good friends, all girls of her class, and a 
good friend at home in her mother. But all that dissolved just as quickly as her life 
did when her Daddy died, in one evening. The evening her mother brought home 
a man for the first time since her Daddy had died almost four years previously.
	"This is Ralph, Pixie," her mother informed her. It was the first time she 
had been called that in four years and the name shocked her.
	"Pixie? Now that's a good descriptive name," the boyfriend said, looking 
Judith up and down, his eyes eating into her and finally stopping to stare at her 
breasts. "You never told me she was as sexy as this, Valma."
	"Oh, she's a sexy one alright," her mother said smugly. 
	"Mum," Judith cried out in objection.
	"Oh, shut up, Pixie. Ralph is just teasing, aren't you, baby?"
	Ralph wasn't teasing at all. In fact he was drooling, almost slobbering as 
he continued to stare at the young beauty in front of him. Judith saw the tent in 
his trousers and knew she had to get away from his presence.
	"I've got assignments to do," she stammered and began to leave.
	"Say goodnight to Ralph, Pixie. Don't be rude to our guest now."
	"She can be as rude as she likes," Ralph declared suggestively, sending 
her mother into shrieks of laughter.
	"Goodbye," said Judith as she rushed out of the room, the sound of her 
mother's raucous voice still ringing in her ears.

	Judith hoped this would be a quick encounter then her mother would wake 
up to her senses and dump the leering creep for all time. But it wasn't to be.
	"Give your Momma a kiss, Pixie," she said one evening after Ralph had 
brought her home. "I'm going to marry Ralph."
	"Wha...? Marry? You can't, Mum. Not him."
	"Why not? He makes me feel young again and he fucks better than even 
your father."
	"Mum, that's disgusting. You haven't let him, have you?"
	"You better believe it. He's all hands and cock. Fucked me in the movies 
the other night. Made me sit on his knee and he spiked me. I had goo running 
down my legs all night."
	"Oh, my God, he's the most disgusting man I've ever met. Can't you see 
that? He literally undresses me with his eyes every time he sees me. You can't 
marry him, Mum. It's not fair."
	"Now you listen to me, young lady. He's my fianc  and I'm not going to 
lose him just because you don't like him. He's a good man deep down. So what if 
he undresses you with his eyes? All men fantasize about young girls you know 
that. How many boys looked at your tits today at school, eh? A dozen or more, I'll 
bet. Now don't you think you can stop us from getting married because you can't. 
Anyway, you'll be getting a new Daddy, you should be happy, not badmouthing 
him like this."
	"I think he's a sleaze-bag, that's what I think," Judith said hurrying out of 
the room.
	Judith was sure the conversation with her mother had been passed on to 
Ralph, for after that encounter, Ralph seemed to be on his best behavior. Gone 
were the suggestive comments and his eyes rarely roamed her body as they had 
earlier.  Over the next few weeks Judith began to relax and the doubts she had 
were dimming. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she imagined, she kept telling 
herself.  

	Several weeks of courtship passed then Ralph and her mother were 
married at the Registry Office, Judith being the only guest. They left immediately 
on their honeymoon, leaving Judith to run the household. That was one of the best 
times she could remember, alone in the house, doing whatever she felt like, when 
she felt like it. 
	Once, she spent the whole afternoon walking around the house in the 
nude, making herself feel very sexy until she couldn't help but bring herself to an 
orgasm and bellowed aloud from the pleasures she gave herself. Then after a long 
hot bath, she dressed in her flimsiest nightdress and went to bed much earlier than 
usual. It felt so good laying in the warmth of her bed that she masturbated slowly 
and luxuriously, sighing to the thrills of her second climax in the one day. How 
long had it been since she had done that? Not since before Daddy died, she told 
herself and drifted off to sleep.
	She never heard them arrive home but awoke abruptly when her door was 
flung open and her mother and Ralph barged in and threw a parcel on her bed. 
	"Wake up, Pixie, we're home."
	"Wha...? Oh," she gasped as she slowly sat up, clutching the covers 
against her chest. 
	"We bought you something, a little present," Ralph stated, pointing at the 
parcel.
	"Open it, Pixie."
	There was something about the way they were acting that should have 
made Judith suspicious but in her dulled state she never picked the vibes they 
were sending. She pulled the ribbons off and opened the box, gasping when she 
saw the so-called present.
	"You like it, Pixie?" Ralph asked with a direct smile. 
	She looked up into his face, aghast at what she had been given. On top of 
the box was a personal vibrator, at least eight inches long, pink and lurid and 
underneath was a bright red open lace body suit and it was almost completely see-
through. 
	"You... I... It's terrible," she screamed and threw it down to the foot of 
the bed in disgust.
	"Pixie," her mother screamed. "Ralph chose those presents for you 
himself and I won't have you acting like this. Now you apologize. Right now."
	"But Mum, they're terrible. I can't wear that. And that other thing... I 
can't believe you let him..."
	"You apologize immediately, my girl or it will be all the worse for you. 
I'll have him tan your hide, I will."
	Judith saw Ralph beam with anticipation and found herself wanting to be 
sick all over her bed. 
	"Mum, you can't make me. I'm an adult now. I won't."
	"I don't care how old you are young lady. You're my daughter and you've 
been rude beyond belief to your new father and you're going to tell him you're 
sorry. I won't warn you again."
	What could she do? Storm out and leave home? Where would she live? 
	She had little money and certainly no one who was in a position to give her 
shelter.
	With tears welling up inside, she mumbled, "I'm sorry, Ralph."
	"Daddy. He's your Daddy and I want you to respect him by calling him 
Daddy from now on. Say it. Pixie," her mother demanded threateningly.
	"I can't... Oh, it's terrible. I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered, her hands 
pressed to her face in humiliation.
	"That's better. Now just to show your Daddy you mean it I want you to 
put your present on and show him how lovely you look in it."
	"Wha...? No, not that. I can't. He'll see..."
	"He's your father now, Pixie, so it doesn't matter what he sees. Do it."
	She saw Ralph staring at her with the strangest of leers. She knew he was 
definitely aroused by the look on his face and suspected the two of them had 
worked out this little scenario while they were away.
	"No... It's...," she whimpered then gave in. "Oh, alright, but not while 
you watch me. Go out and leave me alone," she said in a pleading voice.
	"Well just make sure you don't take all night, young lady. We'll be in the 
living room."
	Judith hated her mother right then. She had been let down and abused in 
front of a man she absolutely despised. Stepfather he may be but they had no right 
to make her display herself so lewdly for his benefit. She was humiliated beyond 
anything she had faced up to this time, far worse than the times she was made to 
do things with her natural father for those had actually become pleasurable as 
time went by. But having to show her nakedness so openly to this man was more 
than any young woman should have to endure. Yet she was being made to do just 
that.
	She lifted the body suit up to the light and it was as though nothing was 
there at all. It felt even worse when she slipped it up her legs and saw her pubic 
hairs poking through the transparent fabric. Everything was on display, openly, 
for him to see. 
	She slipped her hand inside the waistband to smooth the hairs down, 
desperately trying to hide her pussy lips from sight and hoped it was enough. But 
when she stood in front of the mirror she knew he would see her sex slit without 
any difficulty. And her breasts were just the same with her nipples showing 
clearly, almost obscenely poking through the lace. She either had to refuse right 
now and accept a beating at his hands, which was quite unthinkable, or walk out 
and display her nakedness.
	What kind of choice was that?
	Eventually she found the courage to show herself but wrapped a dressing 
gown around the lurid garment, holding it closed in both hands.
	"Come on," her mother called as she hesitated in the doorway.
	Judith never forgot the feeling of revulsion as she stood in front of those 
two that night. She was silently weeping and they saw the tears running down her 
cheeks, a forlorn look on her downcast face but there was no let up.  
	"Take that damned thing off and let your Daddy see how pretty you look 
in the present he chose for you, Pixie."
	"Oh," she whimpered, more to herself than for their benefit, and discarded 
the only covering she had.
	"Oh, shit," Ralph whistled to himself. Then he just stared, finally unable 
to stop himself from rubbing his hand over his crotch.
	Judith was openly weeping now, one hand trying to brush the tears away 
from her downcast face, the other trying but failing to cover her modesty.
	"I had no idea," he whispered. "Shit Valma, you never told me she was 
this luscious. Look at those tits. I thought you said they were nothing special. 
	They're bloody mouthwatering."
	"Easy, baby. Don't cream in your pants. I want all that. Just look and 
imagine it's her when you make me happy. O.K?"
	"Mum," Judith gasped in shock at her mother's crudity.
	"Hush up, Pixie. They need to have fantasies sometimes. It's natural."
	"Where's the other thing I gave you, Pixie?" Ralph asked leeringly.
	"What?"	
	"You know what."
	"It's... It's still in the box," she said blushing furiously.
	"Do you know what it is?"
	She remained silent, shifting from one foot to the other in obvious 
embarrassment.
	"Well?"
	Yes," she replied in a whisper.
	What is it?"
	A... A vibrator."
	And what's it used for?"	
	For... It's personal."
	What's that mean?"
	he knew he was playing with her, forcing her into humiliation after 
humiliation but she had no idea what to do to stop him.
	It's instead of a man..."
	Perhaps we should have her show us, Valma. I have no idea what she 
means."
	No... I can't tell you," she cried out in despair."
	Then go and get it, Pixie," her mother said.
	No, I'll tell... It's for a girl to use for sex instead of having a man."
	You know so much, I guess you already have one then."
	No, I don't."
	Use your finger, do you?" He asked with a smirk to which she refused to 	
answer.
	Have so many young studs you don't need a vibrator then?"
	No, I've never..."
	Never what?"	
	Nothing."
	Tell me, young lady. Don't you start to get stroppy with me. I won't stand 
for it. What have you never done."
	I...," she stammered, blushing so furiously her head began to ache. "I've 
never done it with any boy."
	What?" He asked with a disbelieving laugh. "You're not going to tell me 
you've never been fucked before? I don't believe it."
	I haven't," she half screamed back at him, hating him for making her 
divulge such intimate secrets.
	You're how old? Eighteen? And you mean to tell me you're still a 
virgin?"
	he was sobbing heavily at his questioning, hating, hating, hating him 
with every fibre in her being refusing to reply directly. Instead she simply nodded 
her head.
	Holy shit, eighteen and untouched. So you just tease them, give them a 
feel and then cry rape. Is that what you do? Eh, my sweet little innocent Pixie?"
	No," she objected strongly. 
	Ha, ha. You can't fool me. No one could last this long without losing her 
cherry. You're lying."
	She was a virgin up to the time her father died," her mother piped up, not 
in her defense but to humiliate her even more.
	Maybe one day I'll check for myself. Heaven help you if you've lied to 
me, my girl. But not tonight, I'm tired," he said. Then looking across at his wife 
he added, "Right, now here's what you're going to do tomorrow. Your mother's 
taking you shopping and you'll try on everything she wants you to without making 
a big song and dance about it. And second, I want all the hair from your neck 
down removed. If I find even one hair below your neckline tomorrow night 
there'll be hell to pay. I'll shave every hair on your head off as well as everyone I 
find on your body, do you hear?"
	You... You can't, it isn't right. Mum tell him he can't."
	He's your father now. Pixie. You've just got to accept that. You did 
everything your father told you and I expect the same for your new father. Now 
kiss him goodnight and go back to bed."
	Nooo," she moaned.
	Yes," her mother demanded.
	ith the fear of dread on her heart she leaned down and kissed him on the 
cheek. 
	You'll have to learn to do better than that, honey pie," he said giving her 	
a little slap on the bottom. " Now wear these things to bed tonight, nothing else, 
Understand?"
	he nodded almost imperceptibly and ran from the room, his laughter 
ringing in her ears.
	udith flung herself onto the top of her bed and cried herself to sleep, 
dreading what life had in store for her. She slept fitfully waking early and hating 
what might become of her. She could never have anticipated the horrors that were 
to become part of her daily life over the next few months.
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