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                 Dani Does The Right Thing




The first thing I did when I opened my front door was scream.
Then I fainted. When I regained my senses I was laying on the
couch in my living room. At first I didn't know where I was, or
how I got there. Then I heard a deep voice saying laconically,
"Bout time you woke up."

As soon as I saw him it all came flooding back. My biological
father had never married my mother. Mom had raised me alone until
I was nine. Then she met my stepfather to be, Pug Franklin. He
swept my mother off of her feet and in four month they were
engaged and in six months they were married.

I thought it was fantastic. I had a daddy now, just like all of
my friends. At first he was very good to me. He spoiled me
rotten, in fact. He was always buying me toys and candy and
taking mom and me to the zoo or the circus or the movies. We were
just like a real family.

After a little less than a year, things started to change. My new
dad started treating my mother more and more like a child. He
still spoiled me, but now he was ordering my mother around and
when she displeased him in some way she would be punished.

At first he would stand up and pull her into their bedroom and I
would hear him spanking her and hear her crying and pleading for
forgiveness. But before very long he wouldn't bother to leave the
room. He would pull her over his lap and pull up her skirt and
pull her panties down and spank her right in the living room,
right in front of me!

The next big change was the clothes mom wore. They got shorter
and tighter and more see-through as time went on. I began to
notice that she no longer wore underwear. It was especially
embarrassing on one occasion shortly after my eleventh birthday
when I had the boy next door over and we were playing a game in
the living room one Saturday. My father came in from the garage
and he was upset about a scratch on the car. He called my mother
into the living room and asked her about it. 

She told him that someone had pushed a shopping cart into the car
in the grocery store parking lot a couple of days ago.

He was furious. First she had scratched the car, but more
seriously she had not told him. He pulled her across his lap,
right there in front of my friend and me, and flipped her skirt
up over her back, baring her bottom to us. That was the first
time I saw that she wasn't wearing underwear. 

Dad spanked her furiously, then he ordered her to stand in the
corner with her skirt up so that her red bottom was showing. 

My friend, who was thirteen at the time stared in awe at my mom's
backside for a minute and then, with a face as red as paint, said
that he guessed he should go home now.

But my dad said, "That's OK son. You two go ahead and play your
game. This is a good lesson for you. It is wonderful to have a
good woman in your life, but you have to keep your eye on them
all the time and the more discipline you give them the better
they behave. Ain't that right Gina?"

Mom was still crying quietly in the corner, but she managed to
choke out, "Yes sir."

Then he said to my friend, "You ever see a woman naked before
Kevin?"

Kevin was as embarrassed as my mother and I were. He said
quietly, "No sir, never!"

"Get your ass over here, Gina!" my dad called to her and she
looked around at him.

"Sir, please, no, not in front of the kids! That's wrong. Please,
I can't," mom pleaded with him. I noticed that she no longer used
his name, or terms of endearment. If she called him anything at
all now it was "sir".

I saw the furious look on dad's face when she balked, and he
started to take his belt off. Mom gave in and rushed to his side.
"I'm sorry sir, please don't spank me any more."

Dad stopped taking his belt off, but left it unfastened in case
mom gave him anymore trouble.

"Take off that dress," dad ordered. "Kevin is almost a man. It's
about time he found out what a woman is all about."

I thought surely that my conservative, church going mother would
draw the line here. But I watched as that look of resignation I
saw on her face so often lately returned, and she reached around
and unfastened the catch at the top of her dress and then pulled
the zipper down her back. She allowed the top to slide off her
shoulders and down her arms and then she closed her eyes and slid
it down past her hips and let it fall to the floor.

Dad smiled and said to Kevin, "What do you think, boy, looks
pretty damn good for an old broad, don't she?"

"Yes sir!" Kevin exclaimed. "She's beautiful!"

"Yeah," dad said, "I make sure she stays in shape. You can go
ahead and get up and take a closer look if you want."

Kevin was looking at mom and the tears rolling down her cheeks,
and then he glanced at me and saw how shocked I was. He looked at
dad and said, "Are you sure sir? She's really crying and, well,
gee, I don't know."

"That's OK son. A lot of women cry when they get embarrassed. But
it's good for them to be embarrassed. Keeps them on their toes.
Right Gina?"

"Yes sir," mom said, just barely above a whisper.

"Besides," dad went on, "she is being punished. You should be
uncomfortable when you are being punished."

Kevin got to his feet and stepped closer to mom. He said, "Is it
OK Mrs. Franklin?"

Mom nodded her head and said, "Yes Kevin, whatever Mr. Franklin
says is OK."

I was embarrassed for her. I was embarrassed to be sitting here
watching. But I couldn't help admiring her beautiful figure. I
hoped I looked that good when I got to be her age.

Dad stood up and reached out and squeezed my mothers breast
gently, then hefted it in has hand as thought weighing it. "Look
at that tit!" he exclaimed proudly. "That is just about as
perfect a tit as you will ever see son. Go ahead, feel how firm
that is."

Kevin said, "That OK sir, I couldn't do that."

But dad wasn't taking no for an answer from anyone. "Now son, you
have a perfect learning opportunity here. I'd be real
disappointed if you didn't take advantage of it. Go ahead, put
your hand up and see how nice that feels."

Kevin did as he was told and with a look of total awe on his face
he gently wrapped one of his small hands around my mother's
breast. 

He held it for a moment and then dad showed him how best to
caress a woman's breast and how to bring a nipple to attention.
He guided Kevin's head forward and instructed him on kissing and
sucking and gently biting on a woman's breast. 

After dad was satisfied that he had learned that lesson he made
my mother spread her legs apart and he showed Kevin all there was
to know about a woman's pussy. He showed Kevin how wet she was
and explained that that meant that my mom was excited and
enjoying herself. 

"Now watch this," dad said. Kevin and I both watched as dad
started sawing a couple of fingers in and out of my mother's
pussy and then he told Kevin to put his fingers on mom's clitoris
and rub it gently for a few minutes. 

I was shocked to see my mother have an orgasm at the hands of my
father and my friend. Dad explained to Kevin, and me since I was
listening, all about orgasms and told him that maybe next time he
would have mom teach him about fucking.

Then he turned to me and asked, "Were you paying attention Dani?
You're filling out pretty nicely and pretty soon you will be
standing right up there with your mom," he said with a look of
anticipation on his face.

I looked to my mother, but she said not a word.

All of that flashed through my mind as consciousness returned.
That had been the beginning of the end of my childhood.

I jumped to my feet and turned to where my stepfather sat waiting
for my reaction. He made me all the more furious because he
looked so god damned confident. So smug.

"What are you doing in my house?!" I screamed. "Get out! Get out
right now or I am going to call the police. I mean it!"

He just smiled at me and said, "You better look at the TV first
darlin'. I brought you a sample of the movie we made to give to
the judge when I take you to court to get custody of Melody to
prove what an unfit mother you are." I remembered hearing him use
the same threat on my mother twelve years ago!

I looked in disbelief at my stepfather. I looked at the movie
playing on my television. I saw various scenes of me engaged in
sex acts with various men, often several men at a time. What you
couldn't see was that I was being forced by my stepfather into
performing for the camera. I stared at the TV for a few minutes
and then I felt my breakfast coming back up and I ran to the
bathroom. 

I threw up everything I had just had for breakfast. Then I
brushed my teeth and washed my face and went back into the living
room. The movie was still playing.

He was still watching it, obviously enjoying it. He looked up
when I came back into the room and said, "It is just a bunch of
short scenes we cut from that last few years worth of your
movies, before you ran away you ungrateful bitch!"

"How did you find me?" I asked. It was all I could think of to
say.

"I had to hire some guy and pay him a lot of fucking money," he
said. He was obviously pissed about it. "But don't worry, you are
going to pay me back with that sweet ass of yours."

"No, I am not!" I yelled at him. "It's over. I refuse to let you
hurt me any more. I am an adult now and I am free of you. Now
leave!"

"You sure are an adult," he chuckled and ogled my figure. "If I
remember right you just turned 23, is that right?"

"Yes, but that doesn't concern you," I answered, not sure why it
seemed to be so hard for me to not respond to his questions. 

"I mean it Pug," I continued. "It's over. I am building a new
life and you aren't a part of it. Now get out of my house."

"OK," Pug said. "If that's the way you want it. Melody is nine
now, right? As I recall, you got knocked up when you were
fourteen. Nine is a good age. I'll be able to make her a star in
no time. All I have to do is tell the judge what a tramp you are
and what an unhealthy environment you are providing to raise your
innocent young daughter in and she'll leave that court room with
me. Me and your mom. What time does she get home from school? I'd
like to see the little darlin'. She is nine years old and never
got to meet her loving grandpa."

"NO!" I screamed at him. "You cannot have my baby! I will kill
you first!"

"Sweetheart, you can't kill me. And you can't beat me. You have
two choices. You pack up your shit and come back home with me.
Or, we go to court and take Melody from you and make a star out
of her. If you come back home with me and do what you are told
and don't give me any grief, maybe I won't touch Melody."

I collapsed onto the couch and the horror of my past washed over
me. The memories came flooding back. From the moment that Pug had
made my mother undress in front of Kevin, everything had changed.
From that time forward I never saw my mother object to anything
he ordered her to do. Or anything that he did to me.

I had grown to love Pug as a father in a very short time. He had
seen to it. It been his plan from the beginning. That was all
gone now. Now I was afraid to be in the room with him. But of
course it was unavoidable. 

Now that he had broken my mother, he started working on me.
Whenever I got within arm's reach of him he would run his hands
over my little backside. I was no longer allowed to wear pants,
jeans, or shorts. I could not wear anything that could come
between my tender, virgin flesh, and his large, callused hand. 

Before long, instead of reaching out to grab at me as I went by,
Pug would pull me into his lap and rub his hands up my thighs and
force his fingers between my legs. My mother would ignore him as
he would reach into my underwear and rub my pussy and play with
the light patch of blonde hair that was just starting to appear.
He also took great delight in rubbing my budding breasts and
pinching the puffy nipples. The worst thing about it was that,
although I was humiliated beyond belief, I could not deny that
whenever he touched me my body reacted. My body loved the touch
of his hand on my pussy. My body loved the way he molested my
small, but rapidly growing breasts.

Before the day when my mother had been forced to undress in front
of him, Kevin used to play at my house once or twice a week.
After that day, however, he came over almost every day, as soon
as school was out. It was only three days before my father found
another excuse to punish my mother while Kevin was there.

Kevin and I were playing a board game in the living room and my
father was reading the paper. I was always nervous around my
father now. Even more so whenever Kevin was there. As I was about
to learn, I had every right to be.

My father suddenly yelled out, "Gina! Get your ass in here!"

Kevin and I jumped, startled. I knew right away that something
bad was going to happen. I glanced at Kevin and was disappointed
to see that this was what he had been hoping for. The look of
excitement and anticipation on his face was unmistakable. 

I was getting to the age that I was starting to understand guys
and what was always on their minds. I was aware of the leers, the
stares at my budding breasts from nearly every male of every age.
I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I felt
power! Breasts are a powerful force of nature.

Still, Kevin was my friend. It just seemed like he should be more
sensitive to how I felt. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. What
can I say, I'm blonde.

My mother came rushing in to the living room. I could see that
her face was white, and that she had no idea what she had done.

He held the newspaper out and exploded, "What the hell is this?!"
His voice was full of outrage.

"I cut out some coupons, Sir. You are always telling me that I
spend too much money on food. I am trying to cut back on my
spending Sir."

"I told you never to cut up the newspaper before I have read it,
didn't I?" he asked loudly.

"But Sir, there was nothing on the back of it but more grocery
ads."

"I don't give a flying fuck bitch!" he yelled. "I gave you an
order! Christ! When will you learn to obey! Get undressed."

"Oh god," I thought. "Please not again."

I looked up at him and fearfully pleaded with him, "Please Sir,
please not again. Please, not in front of Kevin."

He turned to my mother and said, "Now look, bitch. Now you are
being a bad influence on your daughter! Now I have to teach you
both a lesson!"

My mother sobbed, but didn't say a word as she quickly removed
her dress. Kevin stared in fascination this time. After the last
time he knew it was not only alright, but encouraged.

My father turned to me and yelled, "Stand up and get over here
young lady!"

I was terrified. I was eleven years old. I had never been spanked
or slapped or anything. I didn't know what was going to happen. I
only knew that if my mother had to put up with it, there was no
hope for me.

"I am going to make sure you are raised right young lady," my
stepfather said. His voice sounded furious. It was years before I
thought back to that day and realized it had all been a put on.
An act to scare me into complying. It worked.

I stood before my father trembling in fear. 

"You don't ever talk back to me again! Do you understand?" 

I didn't understand. I hadn't talked back! I just pleaded with
him not to embarrass my mother and me in front of my friend. But
I saw the look in his face and I knew that if I said the wrong
thing I was going to feel that belt for the first time. And I was
a coward.

"Take off your clothes, young lady. And be quick about it!" he
commanded.

I glanced quickly at my mother and saw only anguish. I glanced at
Kevin and saw excitement. I looked back at my stepfather, fully
intending to plead with him. But I saw that he was already
unbuckling his belt. I had the distinct impression that he was
hoping I would "back talk" him again so that he could use it.

I was eleven years old and my body was starting to resemble that
of a young woman. The idea of undressing in front of, not only my
stepfather and my mother, but the boy next door, a boy I saw
every day, I don't believe I could have been more humiliated if
he had made me do it on the sidewalk outside!

I was still hesitating and he started pulling his belt free. As I
said. I was a coward. If my mother could not fight him, how could
I, an eleven year old girl hope to?

I pulled my t-shirt off. As my lacy little training bra came into
view I kept my eyes on the floor. I couldn't face anyone in the
room. I dropped my t-shirt on the floor and unfastened my modest
little skirt. I pushed it over my burgeoning hips and let it
slide down my legs and kicked it aside.

Now I stood in only my lace trimmed little girl's bra and
panties. The ones that had made me feel so grown up when I talked
my mother into getting them for me. I saw movement out of the
corner of my eye and glanced up to see Kevin moving closer for a
better view. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn't dare.

I tried to decide what to remove next. The last time anyone had
seen me uncovered was when my mother had bought me my first
training bra. Now that I actually had something growing on my
chest it was even more embarrassing.

I had hesitated as long as I dared and finally I reached between
the little cups of the bra and unfastened it. I couldn't look up,
but I knew that they were watching me undress. I could feel their
eyes on my breasts, which were now the size of an apple cut in
half. My puffy little nipples were tingling and  I was upset with
myself for having any reaction at all.

My mother had finished undressing quickly and now everyone was
watching me as I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pushed them
down. I kicked them over with the rest of my clothes and then
stood with my hands and arms covering as much of my body as I
possibly could.

"Gina," dad said. "Tell Dani the rule about her arms."

My mother spoke so quietly I could hardly hear her. "Modesty is
not permitted. When ordered to undress you are to stand up
straight with your arms at your side until instructed otherwise.
Failure to obey this rule will result in severe punishment."

I dropped my arms to my side quickly and stood naked in front of
two males for the first time in my life. I guess it could have
been worse. My stepfather had, after all, already begun to molest
me. He frequently touched my breasts through my clothing. And it
had also become common place for him to pull me into his lap and
reach into my underwear and rub my pussy. But to be naked, and in
front of Kevin for Christ's sake! 

My stepfather ordered me to stand beside my mother. He wanted to
compare our bodies.

I moved quickly to stand beside her. As I moved I could feel
their eyes watching my butt move. 

When I was beside my mom my stepfather stood up and stood in
front of me. He glanced over at Kevin and waived him closer to
join him. Kevin stood beside my dad, right in front of my mother.


Together they examined both of our bodies this time and compared
them. I had become more or less accustomed to being groped by my
stepfather, but when Kevin put his hand over my breast I nearly
fell to the floor. I don't know if it was embarrassment or nerves
or what, but I was shaking so bad I was having trouble standing.


It was even worse when their focus shifted to my vagina. I felt
Kevin slide his finger into me as my stepfather warned him not to
bust my cherry, yet.

"Kevin my boy, I think that this would be an excellent time for
Gina to teach Dani how to suck a cock, don't you?"

"Yes Sir!" Kevin almost squealed like a girl he was so excited.
The bastard.

Dad directed Kevin to drop his pants and lay down on the coffee
table. I turned my face away. I didn't want to see. I had never
seen a penis, and I wasn't ready to see one now.

While Kevin undressed and got into position my father stepped up
behind me and I felt his cock rubbing on my back as he reached
around and toyed with my small, immature breasts. As he moved his
hands and his cock over me he said to me quietly, "Your mom is
going to suck on Kevin's cock now. Later on you are going to try
it. So watch closely."

He pushed me to my knees on the side of the table, right beside
where Kevin's hard dripping cock was standing up and throbbing. I
couldn't help but see it now. I saw the clear liquid oozing from
the hole in the end of his penis. The hole where I knew that his
pee came out. 

I made myself watch as my mom knelt between Kevin's legs and
spread them a little wider so that she could get closer. I
watched in disgust as she leaned down and licked his hairless
ball sack, although at the time I didn't know what it was. At
least I don't remember knowing. 

Each time she touched her tongue to Kevin he twitched and his
penis throbbed and more of the liquid came out of the end of his
penis. Really gross!

But I watched in amazement as my mother began licking Kevin's
dripping penis. She licked up all of the liquid and then she took
his organ between her lips and began to suck enthusiastically. 

"How could she?!" I asked myself. I had heard of blowjobs in
school. I had trouble imagining them, especially since I had
never seen a male with no clothes on before. But I saw one now,
and the idea of touching my lips to a penis was sickening!

Almost immediately Kevin started moaning and thrusting his hips
up to meet my mother's sucking lips. His body quivered for a
couple of seconds and then he groaned as though in pain and
pushed mom's head away.

I watched as my mother sat up on her heels and waited. 

Dad said to Kevin, "Don't worry son. The first few times are
always real quick. Once you get used to it though, you can lay
back and enjoy that sensation for a long time."

"Fantastic!" Kevin, the creep, said.

Dad told my mom to move around to the side of the coffee table,
across from where I was kneeling, watching Kevin's dick get soft
quickly.

Dad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me around so that I was
kneeling where my mother had been when she sucked Kevin off.

"OK," he said. "Let's see if you learned anything Dani."

My head shot up and I stared at my stepfather with my mouth
agape. 

My mother caught my eye and she was urging me to obey. I suppose
she knew that the only thing I would gain my trying to avoid it
was pain. Then I would end up having to do it anyway.

I had to stop for a minute to remember what my mom had done. Then
I leaned forward and tentatively licked out at Kevin's balls. 

As soon as my tongue touched him he groaned and twitched. I
jumped back, but then leaned down and tried it again. It seemed
like such a gross thing to do. But I had watched my mother do it.
I knew I had no choice. 

I licked until Kevin's penis got hard again and then I licked
that as well. Finally I got up the nerve and slid my lips down
over his dick. He was only thirteen and his thing wasn't all that
big. But he must have been saving up for a long time because even
though he had just had an orgasm in my mother's mouth, in no time
at all he was holding my head and thrusting his hips up until my
lips reached his belly.

With my mother it had happened so fast that it was over almost
before it started. This time Kevin lasted only slightly longer.
When he felt another orgasm begin he reached out and held my head
firmly against his belly and I felt his cum shooting into my
mouth. 

I knew that it was coming. It was one of the things that had come
up on the playground. I just never expected it to be like this,
at the age of eleven, with my friend, with my mother and my
father watching. 

I gagged at first, but managed to hold Kevin's hot load of cum in
my mouth. As soon as he pushed my head away I looked around for
somewhere to spit it out.

My father saw what I was doing and yelled at me. "Don't you EVER
spit out a man's cum! NEVER! If I ever see you spit out a
mouthful of cum I will whip you until you bleed! Do you
understand me?"

I felt my eyes get huge as he leaned over me and yelled right in
my face. I was so shocked I swallowed instinctively. He stood up
then and I saw the pain in my mother's eyes at what she had just
witnessed.

My stepfather turned to Kevin and asked, "Well, boy, how was
that?

"That was the most wonderful thing that every happened to me!
Twice!!" he exclaimed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy. Watch this."

My father slid his pants and his shorts down his bony legs and
kicked them away. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help but
see his dick. 

"So that is what a grown up one looks like," I thought. It was
scary. I didn't know what normal was. It was about a month before
he started sharing me with his friends and assorted strangers and
then I was able to compare. His cock was larger than most, but
not that much. It was big and hairy and really gross looking. It
was still soft. It hung down over the hairy ball sack hanging
between his legs. There was a thick tube of skin covering the tip
of it and the whole tip was covered in what looked like clear
slime.

I expected him to order my mom between his legs but he looked at
me and said, "You first slut. Get over here and start licking."

Slut?! Who the hell is he calling a slut? I am still a fucking
virgin!

I realized what he was ordering me to do and I looked at my mom.
She just nodded. I saw the agony in her face, but I couldn't help
resenting her for letting these things happen to me. To us.

I crawled between his legs, avoiding, as much as possible, any
contact with him. He was watching me, amused at the expressions
of fear and revulsion flickering across my face. I was there now,
all that was left was to do it. Just lean forward and place his
nasty, smelly sex organs in my mouth. I hesitated for a moment
and he called my mother closer so that he could torment her with
what I was being forced to do. I saw Kevin move closer on the
other side so that he could enjoy the show.

I leaned forward and I smelled the musty, sweaty smell of his
crotch. It is different than it had been with Kevin. I am not
sure what it was, dirtier, sweatier, older? I stuck out my tongue
and licked the head of his dick and I jumped back when it
twitched violently. 

I guess he isn't impressed with my style. "Put your right hand
around the base of my cock," he orders.

I reach out and gingerly slide my thumb underneath his large,
nasty organ. I wrapped my small hand around it as far as it would
go. It didn't go all the way around. 

"Use your hand to stand it up, then pull the skin around the head
of it down and gently lick it all over."

I stare at his cock as I obey his commands. It seems to be slowly
growing larger. Very slowly. I slide my hand a little higher up
the shaft and then tighten my grip and pull down, pulling the
extra skin away from the tip. He tells me what the skin is called
and what it does. He also mentions that sometimes crud
accumulates underneath that skin and needs to be cleaned out, for
health reasons, of course. He tells me that his preferred method
of cleaning his cock is to use a bitch's mouth. 

I hesitate for another moment, wondering if perhaps a beating
might be easier to take. Then I lean back into his crotch and
start licking the tip of his cock. I lick it clean all around and
then he orders me to hold it like that and go ahead and lick his
balls. 

He makes me lick his balls for a long time and I feel his cock
growing in my hand. It just keeps getting scarier.

"Ok, that's enough foreplay. Let's see how good a cocksucker you
are," he says disdainfully.

I really hate the names he keeps calling me. As soon as that
thought crosses my mind I realize how ludicrous it is to be
forced to do the things I am doing and be upset about the names.
But I have other, more pressing matters to take care of. I don't
have time to contemplate life's little ironies right now.

I wet my lips and force them over the head of his now hard cock.
I move my mouth down a little and then back to the tip. I can't
really say that I learned how to do this from my experience with
Kevin. He came so quickly and his penis is so much smaller. It
was like apples and oranges. Or maybe string beans and cucumbers
would be a better analogy.

He decided I needed more lessons and he ordered me to lick his
balls while I watched how a woman was supposed to suck cock. I
moved my tongue down and explored his balls while right before my
eyes my mother leaned down and took is cock in her mouth. 

I watched in disbelief as she took more and more of it down with
each stroke until she had the head of his cock in her throat and
his entire organ was in her mouth. Her lips were tight against
his stomach for a moment and then she started, slowly at first,
to move her mouth up and down his shaft, taking it all with each
down stroke. I was so fascinated that I just knelt there with my
tongue on his balls and stared. I saw Kevin's face and he, too,
was amazed. 

My mother nudged me discretely and I realized I was not doing
what I had been told. I started licking again and we worked with
our faces nearly touching, and sometimes touching, in my
stepfathers crotch, until he started groaning and then I felt him
tense up and thrust his hips up and he shot his cum right down my
mother's throat.

I watched her swallow quickly and then just hold his cock in her
mouth until he told us to stop. I straightened up my straining
back and mom got back to her feet and we waited. 

Dad asked Kevin, "Well, boy, your ready for your first piece of
ass."

I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath. I waited quietly,
wondering which one of us Kevin was going to fuck.

Kevin was smiling like a jackass. He was turning into the same
kind of animal that I had recently come to understand that my
stepfather was. I don't think I like Kevin anymore.

"Yes sir!" Kevin said, the excitement evident in both his voice
and his reacquired erection bobbing right by my cheek.

Mom was ordered to lay on the floor in the middle of the room and
give Kevin any help he needed. My stepfather pulled me up and
into his lap and we watched my mom and Kevin have sex while my
father slipped a long, fat, finger inside my pussy and toyed with
my hymen.

Kevin climbed quickly on top of my mom and, with her help, slid
his small cock into her. He got a look on his face like he was in
heaven or something. Then he started moving in and out of her,
very fast with short little strokes. After all that I had
experienced already this afternoon, fucking didn't seem that
remarkable. The most interesting part was the way my mom's boobs
jiggled around on her chest from the force of Kevin's fucking.

After he came in my mom Kevin collapsed on top of her for a
minute and played with her boobs. Then he got up on his knees and
stood up. As he was standing up Pug whispered in my ear, "Watch
this, you will have to do this too. It's what sluts do."

I almost threw up as I watched my mother sit up and take Kevin's
wet, slimy little cock into her mouth and suck it clean. Then she
did the same thing with his little balls.

It was time for Kevin to go home. My dad, I hate calling him that
now, Pug, told him that he was welcome to come back any time. He
could use either me or my mother in any way that he liked, except
that he could not fuck my pussy, as long as he didn't tell
anyone, ever, about what happened here. Not his best friend, not
his parents. Nobody. Pug assured Kevin that if he ended up in
jail, he had friends that would make sure Kevin, and whoever he
told, ended up dead.

Kevin, the rotten little bastard that I had thought was my
friend, gave his word of honor. Yeah, like he knew what honor
was!

After he left I started to get dressed but Pug stopped me. "There
doesn't seem to be any more need for that charade," he said.
"From now on you two don't wear clothes in the house. Gina," he
continued, "go make supper, then, after Dani cleans up the
kitchen you two can go somewhere and talk for a while. Make sure
you let her know what will be expected of her."

I picked up my clothes and my mother's from the floor and took
them to our rooms. Then I went to the bathroom and brushed my
teeth to get the taste of cock and cum out of my mouth before
supper.

I went into the kitchen to see if my mom needed any help and
since she had things under control I set the table and then
waited out of the way in the kitchen, watching my mother working
in the nude and I wondered how she could have let Pug and Kevin
do the things that they had done to me. Not to mention what they
had done to her.

Supper was quiet and when it was over Pug went into the living
room and watched TV. Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen and the
dining room and then we went to my room.

It was so strange to be naked all the time. And to look at my
mother and see her naked all the time. I couldn't help wondering
if my breasts were going to look like hers someday. They were
large and firm and didn't seem to sag at all. Even I was able to
see that they were sexy.

As soon as the door to my room was closed my mother hugged me
tight and cried and told me how sorry she was. It felt funny
having her naked boobs rubbing on me like that, but she just
acted like we had clothes on, so I tried to do that too.

I just looked at her, waiting for her to start talking. For a
long time, though, she just sat on my bed beside me and stared at
her hands.

I finally had to ask her how she, how WE got into this mess.

She wiped her eyes with a tissue and blew her nose and took a few
deep breaths. "When I met Pug I had been alone for more than nine
years. Well, not alone, you were there. But having a child is not
like having a friend, a companion, a lover. I was so lonely and I
guess I was the perfect match for him. He was strong and
assertive and he took over. He took over my whole life! And I
didn't mind at all. It made me feel safe. And I did love him. And
I didn't worry about you growing up without a father anymore. Or
me losing my job and becoming homeless. And it was obvious that
before very long you loved him as much as I did. He has a way
about him!"

I had to agree with that.

"Things started changing slowly," she continued. "The changes
even made sense at first. I welcomed them. Well, most of them. I
guess he must have been right. I am a natural submissive. There
is no other way to explain it. He started out taking control of
the house and the money. Before long he wasn't asking me what I
wanted, or what I wanted to do, he was telling me. At first I
didn't even realize it. When I did......well, I kind of liked
it."

"Then he started changing the way I dressed and the way I acted.
In the beginning I was nervous. I wasn't used to wearing the
kinds of clothing that he liked me to wear. But after a while I
got used to it and even started feeling sexy when I wore those
short skirts and see-through tops. The big hurdle came later when
he made me stop wearing underwear. I shall never forget what
happened in the living room this afternoon, and I shall never
forget the first time he took me out in a see-through blouse with
nothing under it. It was, up to that point, the most humiliating
thing I had ever done. The thing is though, that he enjoys
humiliating me. He keeps finding new and better ways of doing it.
He is going to do that with you too baby. I'm sorry."

I didn't have enough of a clue about what would be happening to
me, what would be done to me, to really worry about that right
then. I knew what humiliation was. I felt it deeply when I
undressed in front of Pug and Kevin. I didn't know that was the
tip of the iceberg.

"I should probably tell you some of the things I have had to do,
since you will have to do them too. Maybe not right away, but
eventually. I don't know how much longer he will wait to take
your virginity. He is not a patient man, I don't think it will be
long. It began for me after I started wearing the new clothes he
bought for me. We would go out in the afternoon and he would make
me walk alone in see-through blouses and I would have to stick my
chest out and walk slow and smile at the men who stared. 

"Sometimes we would go somewhere to eat, or for a drink, and he
would make me sit with my legs spread wide and my skirt pulled
up. It was obvious that it was not an accident that my pussy was
exposed. Things went on like that for a long time. Every time I
got used to some indignity he would find another one to amuse
himself. The next major hurdle came when he took me out one day
and we went to the apartment of a friend of his. As soon as we
got inside I was ordered to strip. I hesitated and he whipped his
belt out and pummeled my ass with it, right in front of his
friend. He beat me until I begged to be allowed to undress in
front of him and his friend."

"At first they just looked at me. Watched me as I went to fetch
them drinks or snacks. Then Pug's friend started touching me. I
begged Pug to take me home. Instead they both undressed and I had
sex with them all evening, over and over, every way that there
was. Ways I hadn't even imagined."

"Not long after that it happened again. Then with another of
Pug's friends. Then with both of his friends at the same time.
Then the recording started. Before long I had a camera pointed at
me all the time. Every weird and kinky sex act you could imagine,
I did it, and they recorded it."

"By then of course, I had surrendered myself to Pug. I followed
his rules, I dressed to please him, I fucked who and where he
wanted me to fuck. A couple of months ago he told me that you
were old enough now. He was going to start involving you in our
games. I drew the line. I absolutely refused. My mother instinct
finally kicked in I guess."

"But it was too late. He told me that if I tried to interfere, if
I did not, in fact, help, he would take me to court with the
recordings he had made he would get custody of you and I would
never see you again. I didn't know what to do. The best I could
figure was that, if I did what he wanted, if I let him have you,
at least I could be here to help what little bit he would let me
help."

"I'm sorry darling. I know it sucks. I know you must think I am
the worst mother in the world. You are probably right. But I have
no choice. And as awful as it seems, I am so weak that I would
probably go along even if he wasn't holding the movies over my
head. It seems like there is no bottom. I just keep going lower
and lower."

"Now, the rules. There aren't that many, but they can be
unpleasant. You already know one of them. You never cover up.
Ever." She grabbed my chin and made sure she had my attention and
said, "You gotta listen baby, and you gotta remember. He can make
you hurt so bad if you don't."

I nodded. I hoped I could remember. I was in a daze, my brain
seemed to be fogged over. It was just too much for an eleven year
old girl.

"You never say 'no' and you always say 'Sir'."

I nodded again.

"I'm sorry baby," she said, quietly, almost as if she were
talking to herself. "I can't help you. I'm too weak."

That was the beginning. Life got hard after that. Kevin came over
every day after school and most weekends. Sometimes he even made
me go to some empty room or broom closet at school and suck his
cock during lunch. Pug made me dress like a slut. Well, that's
not quite right. Pug made me a slut, then he made me dress
appropriately. He invited his friends over all the time and they
had orgies with mom and me. They filmed everything. 

Sometimes he took us to a private club somewhere. We were always
blindfolded on the way there and back. Some nights at the club
weren't so bad. Mom and I would have to pose for pictures until
they got bored. Nasty pictures. Then everyone would get a little
relief from my mom or me and go home. But nobody got hurt. 

Sometimes it wasn't so easy. Sometimes there were large groups of
men who raped us, over and over, for hours. Sometimes one or both
of us were tied up and tortured. Needles, wax, clothespins,
whips, things that I didn't even know what they were, only that
they hurt, bad.

When I was fourteen I got knocked up. But the torture continued.
I was terrified they were going to hurt my baby. Or wait until
she was eleven and then start torturing her too. 

They watched my belly get bigger and they filmed me doing all
kinds of nasty things with my big belly. Things that seemed
dangerous to me.

So one day I didn't come home from school. I figured I couldn't
get any worse off. I had squirreled away about fifty dollars. Not
much, but I was not allowed to have money so it was difficult,
and dangerous. I took off instead of going to school. By midnight
I was three states away.

I found a nice, medium sized city on the other side of the
country and, with a lot of effort and some luck, and a little
help from some nice people, I started over. 

After Melody was born and things settled down, I found a reliable
daycare center and got a dead end job. With food stamps and
assistance with daycare I was getting by. I took the GED test and
did well on it. Turns out I am not as dumb as I thought I was.
Then I started going to night school at the local Technical
College and got a nursing degree. 

I was working my butt off, but my daughter, my beautiful Melody,
loved school and was smart and as close to an angel as a nine
year old can be. And she was safe. There was nobody to torture
her or turn her into a sex slave.

Then, one morning when I had finally gotten my head straight and
more or less gotten over the past, there was a knock at the door
and, lo and behold, my darling daddy.

I couldn't think. I knew that he wasn't bluffing. If I kicked him
out he would get custody of Melody. If I called the cops it would
be my word against his movie. If I ran away again he would find
me, if he didn't actually have someone watching me just in case.
But if I caved, how could I protect my daughter from him. 

I knew the answer to that question. I couldn't. I knew that if I
went back home with him, then before long I would have to watch
my daughter serving as his sex slave. And just like I had watched
my mother surrender to his perverted whims, my daughter would see
me in that same position. Starting immediately.

Pug was ignoring me. He was sitting back watching my highlights
movie on our little TV. I could see that he had an erection. I
had not seen a cock since I ran away nine years ago. I wasn't
anxious to see another one, especially his. He glanced at me and
saw where I was looking. He smiled and said, "When you finally
come to the inevitable conclusion, get your ass over here and
take care of this." Then he went back to watching TV.

I looked at the TV and saw that the current segment was of Kevin
fucking me when I was about twelve. After Pug took my virginity,
and in this case "took" is the right word, and had spent nearly a
week fucking me at least once a day, he gave Kevin permission to
start using my pussy. 

Pug had turned Kevin from the nice guy next  door into a smaller
version of himself. He came over everyday after school and my
mother and I would be in the house, naked of course. Sometimes he
would have sex with me and sometimes with my mom, but often it
was with both of us. Sometimes we would both suck his cock. Or
one of us would suck him, or get on top of him and fuck him while
the other one sat on his face so that he could lick her pussy.
One of his favorite things to do was to fuck me while my mother
attempted to lick his balls. I wonder if he still lives in the
area. I wonder if he is still an asshole.

I finally gave in to the inevitable. I stood up and walked over
to Pug. I knelt down,  unbuckled his belt, then I unfastened his
pants. I pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He
spread his knees and I started to bend down and suck his cock.

"Hold on," he said, and I looked up to see what he wanted. "You
know I like my cocksuckers naked."

I sighed, despair sweeping over me as I stood up and undressed.
As I was taking my bra and panties off he said, "You should be
thanking me, now you won't have to wear that shit anymore."

I knelt back down, and bent down to take his large cock into my
mouth and throat for the first time in nine years. I had not, in
all of those years, taken a cock into my mouth. I had not even
seen one. It was very hard to get good at it again, especially
the throat part. I really struggled to take him into my throat
and at last he got impatient and used his hands to force my head
down and finally it was done. Something about that first time,
it's a barrier that is hard to cross. It was still hard after
that, but I knew from experience that it would get easier.

I sucked him until I felt that he was getting ready to cum. Then,
as he had taught me, I began to lightly tickle his balls with my
fingertips until he filled my mouth with his spend.

I choked and gagged a little, but he just watched in amusement
until I finally managed to get it under control and swallow his
load. Then I licked him clean and knelt waiting for his next
command.

He patted me on the head and said, "Not bad, obviously out of
practice. Don't worry, you'll be good again in no time."

"Sir," I said, slipping back into my old habits, "Melanie will be
home soon and I need to get dressed."

"No, she might as well get used to seeing you like this." 

As the tears started rolling down my cheeks he said, "Why don't
you use that sweet mouth of yours to get me hard again. I have
really missed that nice, tight pussy of yours. I want to take it
for a little ride."

I bent back down and licked his cock and his balls and then
started gently sucking on his cock. Pug had always had remarkable
powers of recuperation and it wasn't long at all before he was
hard and throbbing in my mouth. 

"You want to fuck out here or take me into you bedroom?" he
asked. 

"In my bedroom, please Sir," I said, thinking of how little time
there was before my daughter came home. I stood up and started to
lead him to my bedroom but he said, "No, I don't think so, not
this time."

He pushed me down to my knees, turned me so that I faced the
front door, and then he knelt behind me and, after a little
fumbling, forced his hard cock all the way into me in one hard
stroke. It had been so long! God, for just a moment I didn't
think about who was doing it and what the circumstances were, for
a moment it just felt good. Then I realized that I was here, on
my knees facing the front door because he wanted my Melody to
come in and see me like this.

He fucked me slowly, taking long gentle strokes. Very unlike his
normal fuck, which always was more like a violent rape than
anything else. I couldn't help it, as terrified as I was that my
baby would see me like this, it just felt so fucking good!

I was getting close when suddenly the front door opened and my
daughter rushed in and closed the door, not even seeing me at
first, all wrapped up in her own little world.

I tried to pull away, but Pug held my hips firmly and kept
stroking into me. Melody finally looked up and saw us and came to
a screeching halt with her mouth wide open.

Pug spoke to Melody, calmly, as if we were sitting in chairs
fully dressed and nobody in the room was getting fucked.

"Hi sweetheart. I bet you don't know who I am." Melody shook her
head and he said, "I am your grandfather. Your mother is my
daughter. I came to take you two back home to live with me and
your grandmother. Isn't that exciting?"

All the while he continued pumping into me. It had been feeling
pretty good until the front door opened. Now I was cold inside as
I felt my new life come tumbling down around me. 

"Mommy," Melody said, obviously disturbed by what she was seeing.
"What is he doing to you? Is he my grandfather?"

I tried to keep my voice steady as I forced myself to answer her
questions. "Yes baby, he is your grandfather. He is having
intercourse with me. Intercourse is something that grownups do
sometimes. You go to your room and change out of your school
clothes now."

Pug interjected, "Dani! I have just met my granddaughter for the
first time, don't send her out of the room! Sweetheart, you come
over here and sit down on the couch so we can talk."

Melody knew at a gut level that this was not something she should
be watching. But when I didn't say anything she walked over to
the couch, staying as far from Pug and me as she could.

Melody watched us for a minute or two, Pug continued his long,
slow fucking. Then she asked, "Mommy, what's innercourse?"

"Intercourse, sweetie," I corrected reluctantly. "Usually it is
what a husband and wife do when they make love, after they get
married. But in our family it is something different than that.
It is when a man puts his sex organ, his penis, into a woman's
sex organ, a vagina. Then he moves it in and out until he gets a
nice feeling and then he is done. Remember when you saw those
dogs and mommy explained it all to you?"

"I guess," she said, obviously confused by what she was seeing.

I felt him speed up and then he grabbed my hips and slammed into
me, more like his normal rape stroke for a few more minutes and
then he came. I was relieved that it was over, but afraid of what
came next. He slipped his cock free and got up and sat down
beside Melody. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. But I saw
the look on his face and I knew I would regret it if I didn't do
what was expected me.

I swiveled around and, as my daughter watched in disbelief, I
leaned forward and sucked Pug's cock clean. When at last I was
done I sat up on my heels. I felt the cum dripping out of my slit
and I stood up and started for the bathroom. 

"Hold on there Dani, come back over here," Pug said. Then he
turned to Melody and said, "Is that the first time you ever saw
two people fucking, sweetheart?"

"Yes sir," she said, not sure if she wanted to talk to him, and
certainly uncomfortable talking about sex.

"Well darlin', you are going to have to get used to it because
there is always a lot of it going on at our house. I bet you have
never even seen a man with no clothes on before, have you?"

"No sir," she said. She kept looking at me, waiting for me to
make everything normal again, and I couldn't.

"Dani," Pug said, "Show Melody what comes out of a man's cock
when he cums in a cunt."

I blanched at both the language and the order. I should have
driven a steak knife through his heart as soon as he came into my
house!

"Melody," I began reluctantly, "a man's penis, his sex organ, is
sometimes called a cock. And some people, vulgar people (I knew I
would pay for that), call a woman's sex organ, her vagina, a
cunt. When they have intercourse the man puts his cock in the
woman's cunt and moves it in and out like your grandfather showed
you until he gets a real good feeling and then a white cream
comes out of the hole in the end of his cock and goes into the
woman." I reached down and scooped up a couple of fingers full of
the cum running down my thigh and held them out so that she could
see it.

She wrinkled up her nose and said, "Yuck!"

I reminded her that she needed to go change out of her school
clothes and she tried to stand up. Pug started to stop her, but I
was not going to leave the two of them alone in the room. I guess
he saw the defiance in my face and he let her go.

My daughter went to change clothes and I went to the bathroom and
got cleaned up. I came back out and reminded him quickly and
quietly that he had said he would leave my daughter alone. 

He promised again that he would, but I knew he was lying. I was
sure that she was the reason he was here.

I picked up my clothes but he wouldn't let me dress. He said,
"We'll find you something to wear a little later. You got a baby
sitter?"

I nodded. 

"See if she can come over after supper so you and me can go out
and get a drink."

It was starting again. I knew what he meant by go out for a
drink. He would be showing me off to strange men, probably even
letting some of them fuck me. At the very least I could count on
having to give a few blowjobs to an occasional smelly drunk.

I called Kara, the sixteen year old that I used for baby sitting
and she said she would be happy to sit for me after supper. Then
I went into the kitchen and made supper. 

Melody was obviously uncomfortable with our nudity, but there was
nothing I could do about that. After supper I told Melody that
Kara would be sitting for her and we were going out for a little
while. That was fine with her, she loved Kara.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went into my bedroom to try to find
something to wear that was sexy enough that Pug wouldn't feel the
need to modify it with a pair of scissors.

I didn't have anymore slut clothes, as soon as I left that
purgatory I had lived in I had become normal as quickly as
possible. I was a very conservative person and I dressed that
way. I started looking at the dresses hanging in my small closet.
I was not well off and I didn't have a lot. As I was looking I
heard a noise and turned around to find Pug behind me, dressed,
finally. 

"I bet you ain't got shit to wear, do you?"

"No," I said. "Once I left you I bought all normal clothes."

He shook his head in disgust and moved me out of the way. He
looked through my tops and none of them were even translucent,
much less transparent. They were unacceptable. He looked at my
dresses and one after the other he pushed them aside with a look
on his face that said, "Where did I go wrong with this girl!"

Finally he pulled out a wraparound sundress and I put it on. I
knew he would be unhappy. It was knee length and not transparent
anywhere. 

It was a relief to be dressed at last. I quickly brushed my teeth
and my hair and slipped on a pair of shoes and since Kara had
arrived while I was getting ready we left.

Pug led me to his old van and started driving. I don't thing he
knew where he was going, but he drove around until he found the
part of town that interested him. The part with the strip clubs
and adult bookstores and tattoo parlors and bars.

He parked in front of an adult bookstore and we got out. I knew
that he had taken my mother to several of these back home, but I
was always too young and he couldn't get me in. Now I was 23 and
we walked right in. 

I was the only woman in the store, of course. I was surrounded by
pornography of the nastiest kinds. All the men were watching me,
some surreptitiously, most staring openly. Pug led me around and
I stood near him as he looked at some of the magazines and a few
of the movies. Then we drifted into the section where the toys
were. In addition to the dildos and vibrators and such, there was
a small selection of slut clothing. 

The clerk came over and asked if he could help us. Pug said that
he wanted me to try on a couple of the items on display. He
pointed out a tiny halter top that said, "It ain't gonna lick
itself!" and a skirt that was so short that a cheerleader
couldn't wear it.

I told him my sizes and the clerk went into the storeroom and
brought out the items. Pug took them from the clerk and as the
clerk started to tell me that I would have to use the restroom
because they didn't have fitting rooms, Pug said, "That's OK, she
don't need one."

Nine years ago, just before I ran away, I could have done this
easily. Not happily, but easily. It was so hard now. I slowly
unfastened the belt on my dress and then the small hidden buttons
holding it closed. I slipped it off and Pug took it and handed me
the skirt. I saw that every man in the store was gathered around
and watching as I stepped into the skirt and buttoned it around
my waist. I looked down and saw that if it did actually cover my
pussy, and I wasn't sure that it did, it was just barely.

Then he handed me the top and I slipped it on quickly. When the
men saw what it said they chuckled and made some rude comments.
Pug turned to them and said, "If one of you guys will pay for the
top, you can lick it all you want."

The men were silent for a moment and then one of them said, "How
much?"

The clerk said, "Twelve dollars, plus tax."

"Sold!" he called out.

I assumed we would go out to the van, or into a side room. Silly
me. The man stepped forward and pushed me into a low armchair at
the end of the aisle. He knelt on the dirty floor and pushed my
legs wide apart, with a crowd of men watching closely. Then he
attacked my pussy with his mouth. He wasn't that good, but he was
enthusiastic and before long I felt myself nearing the first
orgasm in nine years that wasn't by my own hand. I closed my eyes
and tried to keep it discrete, but I was thrusting my hips up to
meet his mouth and moaning in pleasure. And then it was
happening. I grabbed his hair and pulled him hard into my crotch
and came all over his face. Then I collapsed in embarrassment.

While I had been diverted, Pug had gotten someone else to pay for
the skirt and as soon as the man between my knees stood up
another man knelt in front of me with a long, hard cock sticking
out of his pants. Before I fully realized what was happening he
was plunging it into me. The men really enjoyed the way my
breasts swayed violently with each thrust of the man's cock and I
was still a little high on hormones from having some stranger eat
me out, so before long I was ready to cum around this man's cock.
And as soon as I felt him stiffen up and pump his load into me
that is just what I did. 

I wanted to rest for a minute, but I knew what would happen if I
didn't finish the job. As soon as the man stood up I leaned
forward and sucked him clean. That was a definite crowd pleaser.
They also enjoyed it when Pug made me scoop up the cum drooling
out of my pussy and eat it. 

Pug had gotten what he had come for and he pulled me to my feet
and back out to the van. He drove up and down the street a couple
of times and finally picked out a bar. We parked and I followed
him into the bar. We each got a beer and then he turned around to
look at the bar and its patrons. I sipped on my beer and wondered
what the next indignity would be.

We were on our second beer when Pug ordered me to turn around on
my stool and look pretty. It was starting.

He stood up and started going around to the men at the tables. I
looked around and saw that I was the only female in the place.
Pug stopped at each table and as he talked the men would look at
me and then back at him. I knew it was going to end in sex, I
just wasn't sure where or how many men.

After he had been to all of the tables he went over to the man
behind the bar. He talked to him for a few minutes and then he
came over and pulled me off of my stool and I followed the
bartender and Pug to a back room. There was a small cot against
the wall and Pug pulled the nasty, bare mattress off of it and
dropped it on the floor. Then he held out his hand and I knew
what was expected. I slipped off my little slut top and my little
slut skirt and the bartender stared at me in awe for a moment
until Pug said, "OK girl, pay the man for the use of the room."

I walked over to the bartender and put my arms around him and
kissed him. He put both hands on my ass and kissed me back. But
he wasn't here for foreplay. He stepped back and pulled his pants
and shorts down and pushed on my shoulders. I dropped down
without even a thought of resisting and took his smelly cock into
my mouth. He was already hard and I easily took his average sized
cock all the way down. He was impressed and I heard him exclaim,
"Holy shit!" 

I sucked him enthusiastically. I seemed to be regaining my talent
in that area. He came quickly and I swallowed right away. Then I
licked him clean and helped him with his pants. 

Pug said, "Wait here," and then he and the bartender walked out
together. I looked out the door when they opened it and I saw a
line of men. I wondered how many I would be fucking tonight.

Then it started. Mostly they came in one at a time and I did
whatever they wanted. A couple of times two of them came in
together. It didn't matter to me. I sucked them and licked them
and fucked them with my pussy and my ass. And I always cleaned
them up afterwards.

There was nothing in here I could use as a rag to clean myself
on, and after every few fucks I had to scoop up the cum and
swallow it. I knew that if anyone complained to Pug that I was
too sloppy or too messy to fuck then I would be punished. It went
on for hours. I guess he wasn't charging very much because it
seemed like just about everyone that had been out front came in,
and then some.

Pug finally came back and collected me. As I was dressing in my
new slut outfit he said, "Congratulations, you just paid for the
trip home. I think that's only right since it's your fault I had
to come and get your ass."

"Yes sir," I said. That was the only appropriate response most
times when talking to Pug. Just about anything else got you into
trouble.

I was allowed to use the restroom before leaving and I cleaned up
as much as I could before we left. I had to give him directions
to get back to my house. We went in and I paid Kara and I checked
on Melody before I went to bed. With Pug.

I woke up during the night and Pug wasn't there. I panicked and
shot out of bed and went to Melody's room. Pug was in there,
standing over her, looking down and playing with his cock. I
watched for a minute and then he realized I was there and he went
back to bed. I excused myself so that I could get a glass of
water. 

While I was drinking the water my eyes fell on the little wooden
block holding my sharp knives. I would not normally have had the
nerve, but finding him in Melody's room, knowing that leaving
here with him was tantamount to surrendering my daughter to this
beast, I knew what I had to do. 

I grabbed the biggest, sharpest knife I owned and hid it behind
my back. I turned out the light and walked quietly but
purposefully back to my bedroom. Pug was laying on his stomach
and when I came in he said, "Since we're up anyway, why don't you
get down there and eat out my ass for a little while, slut."

I walked to the side of the bed and I didn't even hesitate. I was
terrified, of course, not of what I was about to do, but of
failing.

I didn't fail. The knife sliced right through his neck. He didn't
die instantly, he gasped for air for a few seconds, but I had
damaged his spinal cord. He couldn't move. He just gasped and
quivered until he was dead. There wasn't even that much blood. I
cleaned myself off in the bathroom. Then I went to Melody's room
and told her to get up and get dressed.

I called Kara's mother and told her that I had an emergency and I
had to get Melody out of the house for a while because there were
going to be police here in a few minutes. Kara's mother, Monica,
and I had been friends for a long time. But I never let myself
get too close to anyone so it wasn't like we were best friends or
anything. But she is a nice person and a good friend and she was
at my door in minutes. 

She asked what was wrong and if she could help. I thought she
deserved some explanation, but I didn't want Melody to hear it so
I had her wait out in the car with Kara. 

When she left I said, "Monica, I was abused as a child. My
stepfather raped me on a daily basis, and shared with his friends
and strangers alike. I finally ran away when they got me pregnant
at the age of fourteen. He found me today. He came to get me. He
came for Melody. He was going to take us back and do all of those
things to her and I couldn't stand it so I killed him. I don't
know if I can prove it, so I don't know how long I will be gone.
I imagine if they charge me then Child Services will come for
Melody. But that will be better than what was going to happen to
her.

Monica was crying harder than I was by the time I finished. She
hugged me and promised to take care of Melody. As soon as they
left I called the police. I figured it wasn't an emergency
because he couldn't get any deader, so I called on the regular
number and told the desk sergeant that I had just killed my
stepfather for raping me.

He paused for a moment and got my name and address and then he
sent a car over. He kept me on the phone while I was waiting and,
after he read me my rights over the phone he kept asking me
questions. It was rather annoying when I had to answer them again
when the patrolmen got there. And then again when I was delivered
to the police station and turned over to the homicide detectives.
I managed to take that tape Pug had brought so that they could
see some of what I had been through. 

I told them everything. I was as honest and open as I could be.
They looked at the tape and they contacted the cops back home who
promptly sent a car out to my mother's house. At first she
wouldn't talk to them. Not until she found out I had killed Pug.
Then she told them everything. And she turned over his entire
movie collection. All the evidence they could need.

The cops from home called the local cops and told them what they
had found. The local cops called the DA's Office and I went
through it all again with two people from the DA's Office. Then
they left me alone for a while. 

I had been at the police station all night. I was surprised at
how nice everyone was. I fully expected to be arrested and thrown
into a cell right away. I hadn't even seen a cell yet!

It was eight AM when they finally reached a decision. I would not
be charged with murder. The DA had started pushing for voluntary
manslaughter but apparently he spoke with the people back home
who had been viewing all those movies I had starred in and the
more they told him the less inclined he was to prosecute. I was
finally given a ride home and told that I should let them know if
I moved, just in case they had anymore questions.

I thanked them for being so understanding and then I drove over
to get Melody. I told Monica and Kara what had happened and they
told me if I needed anything to please let them know. It sounded
like they meant it!

I took Melody home and she had a lot of questions. And I had a
lot of things to try to explain to a nine year old who really was
too young to understand most of it. 

Then I had to shop for a new mattress.

I finally got some sleep on the couch for a few hours. When I
woke up I started wondering about my mother. I called their old
number and mom answered. As soon as I identified myself she hung
up. I guess she was upset that I had killed her husband.

Things are back to normal for Melody and me. It has been a couple
of months and I had to go in to the station once to sign some
statements, but that was that about it, I guess.

The story was in the paper for a few days. I had to convince my
head nurse that I wasn't a serial murderer. Beyond that they
didn't seem to care at work that I had just killed my
stepfather.

The only thing is, gee it was nice getting fucked again! Maybe I
could use a boyfriend.

THE END

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