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Our New Neighbor Takes Over, Part 1 By vulgus

   Comments?  Criticism?  Email vulgus@hotmail.com Story Codes: Blackmail,
NC, Cons., Inc, MMMMMMFf, mmmFf

   To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous
efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

   We got a new neighbor several months ago.  He bought the large house
next door.  He's an older guy, probably in his mid forties.  Dad thinks
it's weird that a single guy bought the biggest house on the street and
lives alone.  And he never seems to go out either.  We never see him go to
work or have friends over or go out at night.  The only time we see him is
when he goes to the store or when he does his yard work.

   Dad said he thinks the guy is gay because he lives alone and he's fixing
his house up.  He sure seems to be spending a lot of money on it.  He got
all new windows and had people working inside until it looked like he was
rebuilding the house from the inside out.  He also had a swimming pool
built in the back yard.  Not one of those kinds that they dig a hole and
truck in a preformed pool either.  I saw it once when it was almost
finished.  They had left the back gate open and I snuck in and man, you
should see it!  It's huge!  Not square either.  It's shaped like a clover
with a big fake cliff at one end that is going to be a waterfall.  I
haven't seen it since they finished but I would really like to.  It must be
beautiful.

   I don't care if he's gay but dad can't stand the guy and he has never
even talked to him.  I saw him talking to Mrs.  Phillips once.  She lives
on the other side of him.  They were both working in the yard and they
talked for a few minutes.

   I asked her about him later but she couldn't tell me much.  She said
that he seemed nice enough.  He was friendly but didn't talk about himself.
She didn't learn anything about him.

   No one but dad has had anything to complain about since the new guy
moved in.  He doesn't make any noise and his house is now the nicest one on
the block.

   My mom never says anything when dad makes his little comments about the
new neighbor.  She doesn't like gay people either.  But then, she doesn't
like much of anything.  She especially doesn't seem to like anything that
has to do with sex.  She freaked out a couple of months ago when she found
a copy of Playboy in my brother's room.  I thought it was funny but she
jumped all over my brother and when dad came home she started in on him as
soon as he sat down at the table.

   I was thinking, "Geez mom!  Get over it!  It's just naked women for
Christ's sake!" It could have been a lot worse.  What if he had been
looking at naked men?  She would have had a heart attack!  I didn't see
anything wrong with it.  He's fifteen.  That's old enough to be looking at
pictures like that.  Besides, Playboy isn't so bad.  When I get older I
think it would be cool to have my picture in Playboy.  Except I wouldn't
want my brother to see them.  That would creep me out.

   Dad said that he'd take care of it.  Poor Brad just sat there at the
table trying to eat.  He was so embarrassed he couldn't look anyone in the
eye.  I thought that was a sucky thing to do to the kid, not that I don't
mind seeing him suffer a little from time to time.  I don't know what dad
said to him.  I never heard any more about it.

   Dad works for a bank downtown.  He's a loan officer.  Mom is a stay at
home mom.  Most of my friend's mothers work and sometimes I wish mine did
too.  She is a good mom.  She keeps the house real neat and she is a great
cook.  But sometimes it seems like she is always watching us.  She is
always home and making sure we don't have any fun.

   She got her own computer last year and she spends a lot of time on that.
Dad kids her about it.  He jokingly says things like, "If he didn't know
her better he'd swear she was spending all of her time looking at porn."

   Mom got all upset when he said that.  She doesn't even like it when
people use the word porn.  She says that she is spending her time on line
talking with her sister, Aunt Helen and with her best friend who moved to
the upstate a few months ago.  She got all defensive.  She got so upset
that I almost started to wonder if she was looking at porn!

   School let out for the summer last Friday.  I'm a good student and I
like school.  But I have to be honest.  I like summer vacation a whole lot
more.  My brother started hanging around with his friends, Larry and Gordy
during the day.  I was pretty much on my own for the first two weeks.  I
didn't mind though.  I love to read and I liked being able to sleep late
and enjoy the peace and quiet.

   My best friend Gail, the girl I spend most of my free time with, was on
a two week vacation with her parents at their cabin in the mountains. 
Well, it isn't really their cabin.  They rent it every year as soon as
school gets out.  I went with them once.  It was a real neat cabin but it
is really out in the woods and there is nothing to do there.  It is on a
nice lake but the water is so cold you can't even swim in it.

   So I was just taking it easy until Gail comes home.  Mostly I was just
reading, going to the park or lying out in the backyard.  I would lie there
and wish I could use the pool next door.  I would also wish that my mother
was a working mother like most of my friend's mothers.  I was forced to lay
out in a modest two piece suit that looked like a granny suit.  Mom would
not allow me to wear a real bikini.

   Not long ago I was all alone in the backyard reading my book and getting
some sun.  I unfastened the strap on my top so that I could get some sun on
that white line across the middle of my back.  Mom caught me and went nuts.
Crap!  You would have thought that I was lying there naked!  She went on
and on about morals and modesty and I kept nodding and saying, "Sure mom,"
and, "Yes mom." But all I was thinking was, "What a fucking prude!"

   You guys are probably bored to death by all this but I thought that it
was important to give you a little background about my family and all,
because something happened.  It started the first Monday after school let
out.  Well, I became aware of it then.  I'm not sure when it started.

   I was convinced that my mother was the most uptight woman in the world.
I still loved her though.  That was why I was so concerned when that Monday
after school got out for the summer I saw something really strange.  I was
in my bedroom.  I had just put my suit on and I was about to go out in the
backyard and get some of that late afternoon sun.  I had picked up my book
and my IPod.  I stood up and I saw my mother coming out of our new
neighbor's backyard.

   Mom seemed to be limping.  She was looking around nervously.  It looked
as though she was afraid that someone would see her.  For some reason the
word "furtive" came to mind.  I had never used that word in a sentence but
when I watched my mom sneaking back over to our house and looking around to
make sure she wasn't seen I knew what furtive looked like.  That really
piqued my curiosity.

   I didn't think that she would do anything wrong.  She was the most
uptight female that I knew.  But something just didn't look right.

   I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed my book and my sunglasses
and went downstairs.  She was coming in and when we met on the stairs she
looked scared!  I asked, "What's the matter mom?  Are you okay?"

   She was really flustered.  She nodded and replied, "I'm fine Lisa."

   She didn't look fine.  I said, "I saw you coming out of our new
neighbor's yard.  Did you talk to him?  What is he like?  And why are you
limping?"

   She turned bright red and said, "I'm limping because I twisted my ankle.
And I wasn't in our neighbor's yard.  You must be mistaken."

   She turned then and said, "I have to go put something on my ankle.  You
go on out in the back yard.  And make sure you use enough sun block!"

   Okay, now that was weird.  I saw her coming out of the guy's yard!  She
was lying to me!

   I turned and watched her limp upstairs and then I went out and stretched
out on my towel to get some sun.  I opened my book but I couldn't read.  My
mind was going around in circles over my mother lying to me.  I could not
imagine my mother ever telling a lie.  She was the most modest, the most
prudish, and the most proper person that I knew.

   For just a fraction of a second I wondered if she could be having an
affair with our new neighbor.  But I dismissed that thought before it was
even fully formed.  It wasn't even remotely possible.

   I put my book down and rested my head on my arms and enjoyed the warm
rays of the sun on my back and my legs and my mind replayed what I had seen
over and over.  There was just no explanation for it.  I was no Nancy Drew
but I resolved to keep my eye out for more strange behavior from my mother.
The curiosity was killing me.

   Nothing more was said about what I saw that afternoon.  By the time I
went back in the house my mother seemed to be back to normal.  She was no
longer limping and she was no longer flustered.  But she seemed to be
having a hard time looking me in the eye.

   The next day I had planned to go to the library.  Well, that was what I
told my parents.  I was actually planning to meet a couple of friends at
the Dairy Queen.  I got dressed and headed out down the street.  But when I
was half way to the end of the block I remembered that I had forgotten my
money.  I did not carry money as a general rule.  I could be pretty absent
minded sometimes and I had lost my purse on a couple of occasions.  So I
left my money and my important things like my library card and my student
ID at home unless I needed them.

   I swore and wheeled around just in time to see my mother come out of our
house and after looking around to make sure that she was unobserved she
rushed across our driveway, crossed our new neighbor's driveway, and
hurried down beside his house.

   From where I was standing I couldn't see if she entered his house or
went into his backyard.  I waited for her to return to our house but
finally it was apparent that she was not going right back to our house.

   I started walking back down the street and as I walked I called one of
the girls I was supposed to meet and told her that something had come up
and I wouldn't be able to make it today.

   I went home and went back upstairs to my room.  My bedroom window looked
out on our driveways.  From there I could see the side door of the
neighbor's house and the gate into his backyard.

   I felt funny spying on my mom but I was afraid that something was wrong
and...I don't know.  I just needed to know.

   I stared out of my bedroom window for more than an hour before my mother
came back out of the neighbor's back yard.  Once more she looked around
nervously and when she was certain that she was not being observed she
hurried to our side door and came in.

   I listened as she rushed upstairs to her room.  I waited until I heard
the shower running in the master bath before I started to sneak back out of
the house.

   Her bedroom door was open when I made my way quietly down the hall.  I
glanced in to make sure she wasn't in her room.  I didn't want her to see
me sneaking out.  I heard her in the shower and I knew it was safe.  I
started back down the hall but then I stopped.

   I quietly made my way back to her room and, making sure she was still in
the shower I snuck in.  The clothes she had been wearing were on the bed
and to say that I was shocked would be an understatement.  On top of her
very conservative dress was a set of the sexiest, laciest underwear that I
had ever seen.  I would have bet anything I own that my mother had never
worn anything like the bra and panty set I was staring down at.

   I stared at them for a moment and then I went over and picked up her
panties.  I felt like a criminal spying on her this way.  But I couldn't
stop myself.  I held the panties up and stretched them out.  They were
really beautiful, very, very sexy.  But they were just not something my
mother would ever wear.

   I held them up about face high and I was looking at them when something
suddenly fell onto my elbow.  It was warm and wet and had a very strong
smell.  I shivered and under my breath I said, "Ewww!  Gross!"

   I lowered my mother's underwear and looked inside.  The crotch was
soaking wet and there was more of that stuff on the crotch panel that
hadn't soaked in yet.  I sniffed it and even though I had never seen or
smelled it before I knew damn well what it was.  My mother had a man's cum
in her panties!

   I stood there staring in shock at the crotch of her underwear until I
heard my mom turn the shower off.  I dropped the panties and hurried out of
the room.  I was almost panicking.  I started to turn and go back to my
room.  But then I came to my senses and hurried down the stairs and went
outside.

   I stood on the steps for a few minutes and tried to calm down.  Then I
went back in the house.  I didn't hear my mom so I called out and told her
that I was home.  She called back down the stairs that she didn't feel well
and was lying down.

   That was perfect with me.  I couldn't face her right now.  I went up to
my room and sat there staring out of my window at nothing.  My mind was
spinning like a top.  This just could not be!  My straight laced, up tight,
puritan of a mother was having an affair!  Even after seeing the evidence I
didn't believe it!

   To be honest I wasn't just upset about her having an affair.  I sat on
my bed for a long time and the more I thought about it the angrier I became
that she would throw a freaking fit over Brad having a Playboy and then all
but consign me to hell if I wanted a bikini.  And all the while she was
running next door and fucking the gay guy that had just moved in.

   I laughed to myself then.  I thought that dad would be so relieved to
find out that the guy wasn't gay after all.  All I had to do was wait for
him to come home and say, "Good news dad.  The new next door neighbor isn't
gay after all.  I know because he is fucking mom." I'm sure that my
homophobic father would be so relieved.

   I was still sitting there trying to decide what, if anything, I should
do when Brad got home.  He stopped by my room on the way to his own.  He
stood at my door and it looked like he was going to say something but he
stopped when he saw me.  I never did find out what he had come in to say.
He looked at me for a minute and asked, "What's wrong?  You look like you
just found out you're pregnant."

   I gave him a dirty look and then I tried to decide if I should tell him
what I had seen.  I did not doubt for a second that if dad found out that
mom was having an affair with the next door neighbor he would be gone.  He
was one of those religious conservative "eye for an eye" kinds of guys.  He
was one of the more intolerant people I know and I didn't know what was
going to happen but I knew that I didn't want my family to be split up.

   Brad and I were pretty close.  As close as any brother and sister I
guess.  We fought sometimes but we had our own groups of friends and we
didn't really interact that much.  I suppose he is alright for brother.  I
trust him.  I just didn't know if he could keep this to himself and I was
afraid that he would say something to mom more than I was that he would
tell dad.

   I decided that I had best keep what I knew to myself for now.  I told
him that nothing was wrong.  He didn't believe me but I suppose he was
afraid that it was some "female" thing.  He sure as hell didn't want to
hear about any of that stuff and he let it go.  He forgot all about
whatever had brought him into my room to start with and he turned and went
to his room.

   Dad went to work at the usual time the next day and Brad had a baseball
game at ten.  I told my mom that I was going to the park down the street
for a couple of hours and went down the street far enough that I thought
she wouldn't spot me and watched from behind a tree.

   I only had to wait fifteen minutes before my mother snuck out of the
house and into our neighbor's backyard.

   I waited a few minutes and when she didn't return I walked quietly to
the gate into our neighbor's yard.  I listened for any indication of what
was going on in there.  I didn't hear anything at first.  I heard the faint
sound of the waterfall, but no one was talking.  Not at first.

   I tried peeking through the boards but I couldn't see much of the
backyard from where I was standing.  I couldn't see any of the pool, the
deck or the patio.  I was just about to go in through my house and see if I
could see anything through the fence in our yard.  But just as I started to
move away I heard a strong, quiet but arrogant sounding voice say, "Are you
ready bitch?"

   What really shocked me though was when I heard my mother respond in a
mousy little voice, "Yes master."

   I stood there in shock, unable to move.  At first I wasn't even trying
to decide what to do next.  I wasn't thinking at all.  I wasn't listening
anymore.  I was just standing there unable to think.

   I started to get some blood back into my brain and I thought that maybe
I should go ahead and go to the park after all when suddenly the gate was
thrown open and our new neighbor said "Don't stand out there and spy on us.
Get in here!"

   I stared at him for a long moment.  I was embarrassed at having been
discovered.  But I was terrified of what I would find if I stepped through
that gate.  He didn't seem to give me any choice though.

   Before I took my first step he leaned out and pointed to a small camera
mounted on the side of the house and said, "Security system.  If you are
going to spy on people you need to learn to look for those."

   He stepped back to let me in and more than anything I wanted to run
away. But I followed him into his big, beautiful backyard.

   He was wearing only a towel, which was scary enough.  But my eyes went
immediately to my mother.  She was naked, kneeling on a cushion in front of
a chair on the patio.

   She didn't look up.  She stared straight ahead.  I could see how
embarrassed she was even from where I stood by the back gate.  Her face and
neck were bright red and she was staring down at the empty chair in front
of her.

   I came to a screeching stop when I saw her.  Our neighbor took several
more steps before he realized I wasn't following him.  He turned back and
smiled at me.  He gave me a few minutes to adjust to the shock.  Instead of
continuing on though, I took a step back and started to turn back to the
gate.  As I turned I said, "I shouldn't be here.  I can't see this."

   He laughed quietly and in a commanding voice he said, "Get over here. 
You've already seen it.  I think you know what is going on here.  You might
as well get the whole story."

   I suddenly realized that I didn't want to know the whole story.  I
wanted this to all be a bad dream.  I wanted everything to go back to what
it was three days ago.

   What I had heard, and what I saw now with my own eyes was totally beyond
my power to absorb and comprehend.  But I think that what was surprising me
more than anything else was that my mother was continuing to kneel on that
cushion as our neighbor escorted me across the yard and onto the patio.

   I couldn't understand why she didn't jump up and cover herself or scream
at me to leave.  I couldn't understand any of this.

   As if he were reading my mind our neighbor said, "I suppose you are
wondering what is going on." And then, apparently just to satisfy his idle
curiosity he asked, "Have you ever seen her naked before?  She is terribly
shy."

   I shook my head.  I didn't trust myself to speak.

   He grinned and said, "She's very sexy isn't she?  I was pleasantly
surprised when I got her clothes off for the first time.  She is a very
good fuck too.  But we are really having to work on her cocksucking skills.
Can you believe a woman her age can't suck a cock?!"

   I was blushing as deeply as my mother by the time he finished talking.
This was not a conversation that I wanted any part of.  He was talking
about things that a teenage girl did not want to even contemplate her
mother doing.  Obviously my mother had sex.  My brother and I existed.  But
I didn't want to know about it.  I didn't want to think about it.  I most
definitely didn't want take an active role in her sex life!

   When we stepped up onto the patio and into the shade of his awning he
said, "Sorry, got sidetracked there.  Let me show you why your mother is
here."

   He indicated the chair beside where he had obviously been sitting and
even though I wanted desperately to run from here I reluctantly sat in the
chair.  Our new neighbor had a very commanding presence.  It seemed to be
impossible to disobey him.

   I was now about three feet from my naked mother.  I couldn't look at her
though.  I was much too embarrassed.

   Our neighbor sat in the chair beside me.  His legs were spread and my
mother was now between his knees.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see
that her eyes were closed, her lips were moving as though she was praying
and she was shaking her head almost imperceptibly.

   But she didn't try to move away.  She didn't protest.  She knelt quietly
and waited.  The last thing that I had heard her say was "Yes master!"

   Our neighbor pulled a laptop computer closer and opened it.  He turned
it on and as it was booting up he said, "By the way, my name is Sean.  Sean
Maxwell.  But I suppose that you should get used to calling me master."

   I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath when he said that.

   As the computer came to life he said, "I suppose that you are Lisa. 
You're sixteen, right?"

   I nodded.  I was staring at the computer.  It seemed like the only safe
place to look.  His towel was coming apart and I had never seen a naked man
before.  I wasn't ready to start and I didn't want to start with him.

   The computer finished booting and I was staring nervously at the
desktop. Sean turned it towards him and started to open a file.  As he did
my mother whispered, "Please master.  Please don't do this."

   In a calm voice he answered, "Shut up bitch.  Your mouth is going to be
busy enough in a couple of minutes."

   He said, "Okay Lisa.  You and your brother and your mother each have
computers.  They are all connected to the internet through a wireless
router and modem.  It is a very convenient piece of equipment and
reasonably secure from prying eyes when installed properly with a good
firewall.  Unfortunately for your mother, whoever set your system up didn't
feel that was necessary, or they were too ignorant.  I suppose that it
wouldn't have mattered if your mother was the model of propriety that you
thought she was."

   Sean opened several files and suddenly I was looking at pictures of my
mother in various stages of undress and then in the nude.  The pictures
were not that good but they were in color and they were clear enough that
it was obvious who I was looking at.

   Sean said, "I turned my computer on when I first moved in and I live
close enough that I was receiving the signal from all three of your
computers.  I didn't set out to snoop but since they were there I watched
and I must admit I was shocked.  Here, watch this."

   He opened a video and I watched in dismay as my mother pushed her chair
back.  Her body was totally displayed now and she smiled at the camera and
started to tease whoever this video had originally been sent to.  She
played with her breasts, pinched and pulled her nipples and then moved her
hands down and began to masturbate for the pleasure of someone on the
internet.

   Sean said, "I've got hours of this stuff.  But that's just the
beginning. The chats, oh my!  You just won't believe the things she says to
these men in those chats.  But even that isn't the worst of it.  Look at
this."

   Mom squeaked and said in a desperate, pleading voice, "Oh god!  Please
master!"

   Sean looked annoyed and said, "I warned you.  Get back to work!"

   I didn't want to look but I couldn't stop myself.  I watched in shock
while my mother, with tears running down her cheeks, bent down, spread the
towel that covered him and took Sean's large, hard cock into her mouth and
started sucking on it.

   I couldn't believe my eyes!  I suddenly realized that I was staring at
my mother sucking a cock and I whipped my head back around to face the
laptop.  Sean chuckled and closed the image of my mother masturbating.  I
was relieved that it was gone from the screen but I screamed when he opened
a file and I saw a very clear photograph of myself in the nude.

   I stared in disbelief at the candid picture of me in the nude.  I wasn't
posing and it was obvious that I didn't know it was being taken.  For the
next minute or so I didn't hear anything that he was saying to me.  My mind
was trying to deal with the idea that there were pictures of me with no
clothes on.  I knew that the man beside me had seen me naked.  And I knew
that god knows how many strange men that my mother had met on the internet
had been given nude pictures of me.

   The pictures were taken when I was in the bathroom.  It appeared that
the bathroom door had been opened just enough to permit my mother to take
pictures of me getting out of the shower.  There were several of them.  He
opened them one at a time.  By the time three of the pictures had been
opened every part of my body had been on display.

   As he went through them he said, "She was sending these to people she
chatted with.  It wasn't enough that she got naked and masturbated and
offered to serve as a sex slave and do anything and everything they wanted.
She also offered to let them use her teenage daughter as a slave.  She has
also offered to hide a camera in your bedroom so that they could watch you
undress at night.  In some of her chats she even agreed to have sex with
you while they watched.  Those chats are all fantasy of course.  I doubt if
she intended to do any of those things.  They were just the things that
turned her on, her and her male friends."

   THIS IS THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LET ME BUY A BIKINI!!!

   I was speechless.  I stared at the laptop, unable to look at him or her,
especially since she still had his penis in her mouth.

   He closed the pictures but he said, "I've got dozens of those.  Most of
them were taken while you were in the bathroom but some were also taken in
your bedroom.  In some you are in your underwear but in most of them you
are in the nude."

   He went down a list of chats that he had kept.  There looked to be
nearly a hundred of them.  He selected one and said, "Here, you read this
for a while.  I'm going to let your mother finish her lesson now."

   He turned the computer to face me and he turned back toward my mother.
He relaxed in his chair and said, "Okay cunt, suck me off.  Let's see if
you have gotten any better.  Remember what I told you was going to happen
if you gagged this time."

   I tried not to hear the sounds of my mother sucking his cock as I read
the shocking things my mother had written in her chat with some strange
man. It was really gross.  She offered to do anything to please him.  She
wanted to be tied up and whipped and raped by large numbers of men.  She
promised to submit to sex with animals.  She offered the man the
opportunity to take the virginity of her teenage daughter, the girl in the
pictures that she had just sent him.  ME!  She used the nastiest language
and there didn't seem to be any perversion that didn't excite her.

   I read it slowly, letting it sink it.  I had only read for a few minutes
before I received another shock.  I was becoming aroused!

   I wasn't sure why.  I don't know much about sex really.  I have never
had sex.  I haven't even masturbated!  It has been drummed into me that sex
is something that happens after marriage and that masturbation is a sin. 
I'm not sure that I buy it all.  We live in a fairly permissive society and
I know that a lot of my friends are no longer virgins.  I know that almost
everybody masturbates.  I have tried it a couple of times and it felt good.
But I was so self conscious I had to quit.  And even though I didn't finish
what I had started I still felt guilty for even trying.  That's how uptight
my parents have made me.

   So I was astounded at the things my mother had said in her chat, but
equally astounded to find that I was becoming aroused.

   By the time I finally got to the end of the chat I was nearly panting.
My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet.  If I had been alone I am pretty
sure that I would have been rubbing myself right then.  Much of what I was
reading about was new to me but it was really having an effect on me.

   Except for the slurping noise there had been silence from my mother and
Sean while I read the chat log.  Shortly after I finished I heard Sean say,
"That's a good bitch.  You're getting much better at that.  Suck that cock
you kinky cunt!  I'm getting close now.  Get ready to drink a big load of
cum now."

   My head seemed to turn in that direction of its own accord.  I found
myself staring down at my mother working furiously to suck the large cock
in her mouth.  Then I saw Sean tense up and grab her head and swear loudly
and I knew he was cumming.  I had never seen anyone have an orgasm before.
It was pretty intense.

   I saw my mother struggling and trying hard to swallow but she just
couldn't do it without gagging.  She looked terrified.  But when she gagged
her terror was magnified because of his previous threat.  I didn't know
what her punishment was going to be but it must be something pretty bad.

   She finally stopped swallowing and just held his cock in her mouth while
he regained his composure.  He was sitting at an angle to me and I could
see my mother head on.  I was sitting slightly behind him but I could just
make out the smug look on his face.  He looked pleased and I just knew that
it was because my mother had failed to swallow his cum without gagging.

   After a few minutes he pushed her head away and said, "Go get me a beer
bitch."

   She looked devastated as she walked away but I was unable to feel any
pity for her.  She had cheated on my father with the next door neighbor. 
He had not admitted it yet but it was pretty obvious that she was being
blackmailed into being here and doing these things now.  I didn't care.  I
was furious.  She had taken nude pictures of me and handed them out freely
to perfect strangers.  Oh my god!  What if someone at my school saw those!
I'd never live that down!

   I was brought back to the present, or perhaps I should say my future,
when Sean said, "And now for you little girl."

   I felt so dirty and so humiliated.  I could hardly stand to look him in
the eye.  But I wondered what he thought he had on me that would make me
call him master.

   He looked pretty sure of himself though and it worried me.  It worried
me because I had a secret.

   He said, "I suspect that I could convince you to serve me without too
much trouble.  I noticed how aroused you became when you read that chat. 
Those things turn you on just like they do your mother.  They are the kinds
of things that a good girl like you needs someone like me to make her do.
Just like your mother needs me to force her.  She puts on a good show of
abject humiliation.  But she loves what I am doing to her.  I doubt if she
has ever had as many orgasms in her entire previous life as she has had
since I started blackmailing her.  Yes Lisa, I am blackmailing her.  But
she would be heartbroken if I stopped."

   I thought to myself, "So one good way to hurt her would be to tell my
dad.  Then you would have nothing to blackmail her with."

   But then I reminded myself that the marriage would end, and it would end
in a horrible, nasty fashion.  As furious as I was with my mother I didn't
want that to happen.

   Sean gave me a minute or two to let what he had said sink in.  Before he
started talking again I thought about what he had said.  Would I really
enjoy being treated the way that he is treating my mother?!  I had been
aroused by the chat he had showed me.  I had never been exposed to those
kinds of things and it surprised me that I had been turned on.  But still,
I wouldn't want to be his sex slave.  I wouldn't want to be anyone's sex
slave.  Would I?

   I had another moment alone with my thoughts when my mother returned from
the kitchen with his beer.  He took it from her and ordered her to go stand
by the waterfall with her back to us.  He waited until she was out of
hearing range before he started talking again.

   He still had that annoying arrogant look on his face.  I had to keep
staring at his face though, because his cock was still exposed and it made
me very uncomfortable.

   He said, "I hacked into your computer too Lisa.  I'll have to admit it
was pretty damned boring.  At least your brother looks at naked women and
reads dirty stories.  You seemed like the perfect kid.  I was actually
disappointed.  I saw those pictures your mother took of you and I couldn't
help thinking how great it would be to pop your cherry, and teach you how
to suck a cock too.  You are even hotter than your mother and that's saying
something."

   His compliments were making me shudder.  This guy was in pretty good
shape but he was about ten years older than my father for heaven's sake!  I
didn't want him touching me!  It worried me that he thought he knew
something about me that would compel me to give in to him.  It worried me
because I did have a secret that no one knew.  A very dark secret.  But I
was certain that there was no trace of it on my computer.  There were, at
one time, a large number of emails about it but I had deleted those almost
a year ago.

   As much as I hated the idea of seeing his exposed privates it was nearly
impossible to look him in the eye.  It looked like he could read my mind.
That was odd because I was almost too creeped out by all of this to know
what I was thinking myself.

   But it really was like he was reading my mind.  He chuckled and said,
"You are thinking that there is no way that I could have found out.  The
problem is, sweetheart, those emails to Gail and Tina that you think were
safely deleted, well, those things never go away.  There are all kinds of
software available to restore erased files.  I know all about what happened
last summer that could put all three of you in jail.  I know about the
stolen car and the hit and run.  I did some checking and the woman you hit
lived, but she was in the hospital for a long time and she still suffers
from the effects of what you three did."

   I panicked.  He knew!  I didn't even try to deny it.  He knew
everything. It wasn't fair.  Gail and I didn't know that Tina had picked us
up in a stolen car.  Some jerk had stopped at a liquor store and left his
car running.  Tina was walking by on her way to meet us in the park.  She
saw the car and jumped in and took off.  She had never done a dishonest
thing before in her life and she still doesn't know why she did it.

   She picked me and Gail up at the park and it was so great to be on
wheels that it didn't bother us at first that she wouldn't tell us where
she got the car.  It didn't bother us that she didn't have a license.  We
were all fifteen so we knew she didn't have one.

   We didn't find out that the car was stolen until she hit a woman who
stepped out from between two parked cars and knocked her right over one of
the cars.  It wasn't even Tina's fault.  If she had a license and if she
had been driving her own car they couldn't have said a thing to her.  But
as soon as it happened she sped off, driving like crazy.  We were all
panicky and crying and Gail and I were begging her to stop and go back but
she finally screamed, "I CAN'T GO BACK!!  I stole the fucking car!  I don't
have a license.  Jesus!  They'll lock me up until I'm twenty-one at least!
Oh Jesus!  Fuck me!  Oh god!  What if I killed her?!"

   Even though our fingerprints were not on file anywhere we wiped the car
down like crazy and ditched it.  Then we waited for weeks for the cops to
show up and arrest us.  The three of us exchanged a blizzard of emails for
a couple of weeks and since then Gail and I have not had anything to do
with Tina.  We deleted all the emails and tried to forget about it.

   Actually, except for when something reminds me of it, like when there is
a hit and run in the news, I have almost forgotten about it.  But it never
fails.  Whenever something brings it back to the forefront of my mind I
start having those nightmares again.  I can still see the woman stepping
out from between those parked cars with the cell phone plastered to her
ear, totally oblivious of her surroundings.  She never even saw the car
that hit her.

   Sean had given me a minute for what he said to sink in.  I didn't bother
to try to deny it.  I knew that it had been obvious from my face that I was
involved.

   He said, "I checked with a detective friend.  I know that the case is
still active.  I doubt if they are actively working it any longer.  But it
is still open.  I also know that despite the attempts to wipe the car clean
they found half a dozen clear prints and plenty of hair samples to make DNA
matches with if they find the suspects."

   He was quiet for a second and then he said, "I think that it is time for
you to start calling me master, don't you?"

   In a desperate, pleading voice I exclaimed, "I didn't know.  I didn't
know she stole the car.  I was in the back seat!  I didn't do anything. 
You read my emails, you know that!"

   He smiled smugly and responded, "You've earned your first punishment
already.  That's good.  I have been looking forward to punishing you."

   My mouth gaped open and he said, "You forgot to call me master.  I do
not tolerate that."

   Then he said, "You didn't steal the car, and from your emails I am
convinced that you didn't realize that it was stolen.  You were not driving
and you and your friend even tried to convince Tina to return to the scene.
But when she didn't you didn't report her.  The list of crimes that you and
Gail are guilty of is as long as my arm.  From aiding and abetting to
misprision of a felony.  Little girl, your ass is mine.  Do you want to
argue some more?"

   I slumped in my chair.  I closed my eyes and I shook my head as total
surrender washed over me.  In the seconds before he snatched me up by my
hair, one thought was seared into my brain.  "This old man is going to take
my virginity!"

   But then I was screaming and reaching up to grab his wrist to keep him
from pulling all of my hair out.  He held me with my ass about six inches
off of the seat cushion and he growled right in my ear, "Listen to me very
closely you little cunt!  You do not nod your head at me.  You say yes
master.  You may use the word no if that is the appropriate answer, but you
do not ever refuse to do anything that I order you to do.  You do not
hesitate to obey when I give you an order.  Your entire life has just
shifted focus.  From this moment until I decide to set you free your entire
life revolves around pleasing me.  You now exist for my entertainment.  I
don't think I can put it any clearer than that.  Do you have any
questions?"

   I gasped, "No sir!  I mean no master!  Please you're hurting me!"

   He smiled and said, "Of course I am hurting you, you stupid cunt.  I'm
holding you up by your fucking hair.  Did you think that I was not aware
that I was hurting you?  Do you think that I am stupid?"

   I was in so much pain I could hardly talk but I managed to gasp, "No
master!"

   He grinned and said, "I'm basically a nice guy, bitch.  But when I need
to hurt you I don't mind doing it.  Sometimes you have to get a cunt's
attention before you can train it.  Some cunts are harder to train than
others.  How much pain you suffer is going to be pretty much up to you.  If
you do everything I say immediately and don't give me any shit you will
only be hurt a little.  Otherwise..., well, there are lots of amusing ways
to train a reluctant slave.  Amusing for me, not you."

   He finally let go of my hair and I sank back into the seat and rubbed my
head.  He began talking to me as if I were a stupid kid, "We are going to
start slow Lisa.  I was going to wait until I had your mother a little
better trained before I brought you over to join in the fun and games.  But
since you saw fit to crash the party we might as well start your training.
Stand up."

   I jumped to my feet.  I realized that I was terrified of this man, and
not just because he could destroy my family and put me in jail.  He was
scary and big and I didn't doubt for a minute that he would hurt me just
for the pleasure of it.

   He called my mother back over.  She was still standing by the waterfall
with her back to us and she hadn't heard any of what was spoken between us.
When she turned around I saw that she had been crying.  But she turned as
soon as he called to her and hurried over.

   I remembered the first day that I had seen her returning from my new
master's house.  She had been limping.  I doubt if she had turned her
ankle. He had done something to hurt her.

   As soon as she was standing before him he said, "I want you and your
daughter to get my cock hard.  Then I want you to sit on it and fuck me
while we watch her take her clothes off.  Now!"

   She didn't argue.  She didn't hesitate.  She pulled the cushion that she
had been kneeling on earlier back into position and she got down on her
knees between his legs.  She reached up and grabbed my arm and pulled me
down beside her.  There was a pleading look in her eyes and I saw how very
afraid of him she was.

   She placed my hand around the base of his cock.  She wrapped my fingers
around it and for the first time in my life I was touching a cock.  I
finally had no choice but to look at it.  It was pretty frightening.  He
was a large man and his cock seemed appropriately large.  It suited his
body size.

   I had read a little about men's dicks and heard stories from some of my
friends.  I knew how big most of these things were.  This was bigger than
that.  Not weird big or anything.  But if I had to guess I would guess that
it was almost seven inches long.  My hand only just managed to go all the
way around it at the base.  It felt hot in my hand and it started to move
as I held it.  I noticed that he wasn't circumcised and it looked really
funny when it started to grow.  The big, shiny head began to peek out of
the sheath of skin that covered it and I felt the shaft expanding in my
hand.  I was repelled by his dick, but yet I was in awe of the process. 
There was something almost magical about the way it grew like that.

   Mom showed me how to move my hand up and down on his dick to please him
and then she bent down and took it into her mouth.  She started sucking on
it and moving her head up and down the shaft and I struggled to match her
movements.  As we worked on his cock I felt her tears falling on my hand. I
didn't feel sorry for her though.  I was still furious with her.

   As I worked his dick in my hand and my mom sucked it I felt it getting
bigger and harder and before very long I couldn't even get my fingers all
the way around it.

   He stopped her when his cock was hard and she lifted her mouth off of
it. It had grown significantly.  It had been scary enough before but now it
was at least eight inches long and the foreskin had completely disappeared.
It was throbbing in my hand and there was at least a half an inch of gap
between the tip of my finger and the tip of my thumb.  That thing was
really terrifying.  I didn't think that there was any way that thing could
fit inside of my body!

   Sean made my mother straddle him and he ordered me to guide his cock
into her pussy.  That was the most disgusting thing that I had ever heard
of!  But I was far too scared to do anything but obey.

   My mother lowered her body down slowly into his lap and as she did I
guided the head of that huge thing to her moist slit.  She grunted as it
started to enter her and I stared in fascination as it slowly disappeared
inside of her.

   She didn't seem to be in pain.  In fact, much to my disgust I looked at
her face and it looked like she was enjoying it!

   As her pussy neared my fist I quickly pulled my hand away.  But I found
it impossible to tear my eyes away.  I knelt there and watched her pussy
slide all of the way down until she had completely enveloped him.

   She started to move up and down on him slowly.  I noticed that as his
cock came back out of her it was soaking wet.  The fucking bitch loved
this! I wanted to slap her right in the face as hard as I could.

   I was distracted from the violent thoughts I was having about my mother
when Sean said, "Okay cunt.  Stand up and get undressed.  Take your time.
I'm going to really enjoy this."

   I stood up and stepped back a couple of paces.  I had to tear my eyes
away from that place where their bodies joined.  I shook my head to clear
it and then I started to slowly lift my t-shirt up.

   I knew that he had seen pictures of me naked.  But even so, I had never
undressed in front of a male.  At least not since my brother and I used to
take baths together when we were like three or four.  And I don't even
remember that!

   I was shaking so bad now that I could hardly stay on my feet.  This, the
idea of taking my clothes off in front of a man, seemed to be harder for me
than when my mother had wrapped my hands around his dick a few minutes ago.


   I saw his eyes following the path of my t-shirt as it slowly moved up
towards my breasts, baring my stomach.  I was displaying no more flesh that
I would have in my conservative swim suit top but even so I was incredibly
embarrassed.  I didn't want him to see me naked!

   Even though I was furious with my mother, the idea that she was watching
me undress to please a man I hardly knew was even more mortifying.  But I
was helpless to stop.  I had already incurred one punishment.  I didn't
know what that was going to be but I knew that he would enjoy it and I
would hate it.

   He had told me to take my time.  But he had also warned me about
hesitation.  I knew that I was going to end up naked in a few minutes.  I
just had to somehow force myself to do it and not get in any more trouble.

   I took a deep breath and steeled myself and slowly uncovered my bra
covered breasts.  My bra was, of course, one of the most conservative
available.  That was all that my duplicitous mother would permit.  Not that
it was unattractive.  It was silky and feminine and I thought that it
looked pretty hot when I stood in front of my mirror and put it on.

   I had no more reason to delay now that my bra had been exposed and I
finished taking the shirt off and tossed it onto a nearby chair.  I felt
his eyes moving over my bra covered breasts and it really gave me the
creeps.  I had just recently moved up to a B cup and I was feeling pretty
proud of my breasts.  But right now I was wishing that I was flat as a
pancake.  I didn't want this son of a bitch looking at me and getting
turned on.

   I left my bra for later and started unbuttoning my khaki shorts.  I
wasn't wearing a belt.  I slowly unzipped them and when I glanced up both
Sean and my mother were watching carefully as my pants opened and the tops
of my panties was exposed.

   I spread my shorts open a little more.  They were a little tight and I
had to work them down carefully to avoid pulling my panties down with them.
I slowly worked them down and let them fall to my feet.  I bent in as
ladylike a fashion as possible on my shaky legs and picked them up and
dropped them on my shirt.

   I was wearing a pair of relatively modest bikini panties with narrow
patches of lace on the sides and over my thighs.  Like the bra they were
feminine and attractive but still quite conservative.

   A slight breeze blew across my body and I shivered.  I remembered how
much I had resented my mother for demanding that I wear conservative
bathing suits and clothing.  Now I was standing in front of her and
undressing for a man and I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

   My hands were shaking so much that I wasn't sure I would be able to
unhook my bra.  I reached behind my back and I struggled with it for what
seemed like a very long time.  I just couldn't do it!

   In desperation I slid the straps down off of my shoulders and closed my
eyes.  I pushed the bra down off of my breasts.  It fell to my waist and I
turned it around and finally I managed to work the clasp free.

   I opened my eyes and both of them were staring at my exposed tits.  She
seemed as excited by them as he did!  I almost threw the bra right in her
face.  Only fear of him stopped me.

   I dropped my bra with the rest of my clothes and now there was just my
panty.  I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and glanced at him as if there
might be a reprieve.  I saw only lust on his face.  I suppose it didn't
help that my mother was fucking him rather rapidly at the moment.  But I
had the distinct impression that his lust was directed at me.  And no, I
don't think that was conceit on my part.

   I took one last moment to steel myself and I slowly pushed my underwear
down and stepped out of it.  I stood up and I was naked but for my sandals.

   He stared at me for a few seconds and then he said, "Come over here you
little bitch."

   There were only two paces separating us.  My legs were like rubber and
they almost gave out as I edged closer.  He waited until I was near enough
and then he reached out and his hand began to explore my body while his
cock was ramming up and down in my mother's pussy.

   For the first time a man touched my tits.  The feeling of heat that
washed over me was indescribable.  As much as I hated what was happening to
me I couldn't deny the excitement of being touched by a man.  My entire
body felt like it was vibrating.  It would have been a good feeling if it
had been someone like Casey Jordan touching me.

   No, that isn't honest.  I would have preferred that it was Casey
touching me but it felt pretty damn good regardless.

   His hand moved down and traced a path through my pubic hair before his
finger began to move lightly over my pussy.  He slid his finger up through
my slit and held it up to show me and my mother how wet I was.  Like I
needed the extra humiliation!

   He sucked his finger clean and then put it back between my legs.  He
slowly wormed it inside of me and I thought at first he might take my
virginity with his finger.  But he didn't.  He stopped when his finger came
into contact with my hymen.

   He smiled.  It was a particularly evil smile I thought.  He whispered to
my mother, "I am touching your little girl's hymen.  The tip of my finger
is pressing against it.  I have never fucked a virgin before.  Your
daughter is going to be the first one.  She's never been fucked.  She has
never sucked a cock.  We have a lot to teach her, don't we cunt?"

   Mom was now moving violently up and down on his cock and panting with
the exertion.  At least I think that was why she was panting.  She nodded
and said, "Yes master."

   I hadn't noticed at first but his breath was becoming labored too.  He
moved his hands down to her waist and started to control her motions.

   Without looking at me he ordered, "Get down on that cushion, bitch.  Get
your head down there and start licking my balls.  I want you to lick my
balls until I cum in your mother's cunt.  And don't stop until I tell you
to."

   I shuddered in revulsion but I moved around in front of him and
carefully dropped to my knees on the cushion.  It didn't look like there
was room for my face in there but I wormed my way in between his thighs and
tilted my head up and struggled to reach his balls with my tongue.

   He sounded disgusted with my unsatisfactory efforts when he said to my
mother, "Reach down there and pull her head in close, cunt.  She thinks she
is a delicate flower.  She doesn't realize she's just a cum dump now."

   My mother placed one hand on the back of my head and pulled my face into
their conjoined crotches.  Her pussy was now moving up and down on my face
and I had my lips pressed against his balls.  I licked them as instructed.
The smell was pretty bad but there was surprisingly little taste so it
didn't gross me out as much as I thought it might.

   Well, I guess it did.  But there was nothing that I could do about it.
Being helpless seemed to make things like this easier.

   Whether it was because of what I was doing or what mom was doing he came
very quickly after I started licking his balls.  It was pretty violent
there for a while, and there was a lot of grunting and groaning.

   Suddenly the smell was a lot stronger and my tongue began to pick up a
change in the taste.  All at once I could detect a bitter, bleachy taste
and I almost puked when I realized that I tasted his cum as it dripped down
out of my mother's pussy and onto his balls.

   It wasn't just him cumming either!  My mother was crying out, "YES!  OH
GOD YES!  I'M CUMMING!" It was totally disgusting.

   They finally stopped moving and they both seemed to go limp.  I stopped
licking but he growled, "I didn't tell you to stop you stupid little cunt!"

   I groaned.  My jaw was getting sore and my neck was straining to remain
in this unnatural position.  But the worst part was the taste.  It was
horrible.  How could women allow men to shoot this crap into their mouths?!
It was sickening!

   He finally said, "Okay, that's enough.  Get out of the way."

   My whole body seemed to hurt as I straightened up and then struggled to
my feet.  I had been kept in a very unnatural position.  For just a moment
I was more concerned with soothing my aching body parts than I was with the
fact that I was naked.

   Sean pushed my mother roughly off of his lap and took a long sip of his
beer.  He put his beer down and picked his watch up off the table.  It must
have been late and it occurred to me that he had to keep what was happening
from my father or he lost his hold over my mother.

   He ignored my mother and stared at me for a minute.  He smiled and said,
"I bet you are surprised to be leaving here with your virginity intact.  I
guess we'll have to do something about that tomorrow.  Now, how should I
punish you?  It needs to be something that will stay with you so that you
will obey without hesitation from now on when you are given an order."

   I stared at the patio floor as he stared at me and thought it over. 
Finally he said, "Look at me you little bitch."

   My head came up instantly and I looked into his eyes.  I saw the smug,
evil smile on his face and I knew that I wasn't going to like whatever it
was he had come up with.

   It turned out to worse than I thought.  It was such an unthinkable thing
to do.  It was so horrible that I thought it might be better to go ahead
and turn myself in to the cops.  He called me closer again before he
explained what he had decided.  His finger dipped into my pussy and when it
was wet with my juices he began to tease my clit with it.  I almost fell to
my knees as his finger moved over me.  Every time his wet finger slid
across that little nubbin it took my breath away.  Suddenly I had no will
power, no will to resist.  Nothing he said now mattered.  Just the
sensations he was causing with his finger.

   He watched my face as he brought me very close to the first orgasm I had
ever had and began to speak.  "Your punishment this time shall be
humiliation instead of pain.  Keep in mind that each time you need to be
punished the punishment will be worse.  I'm sure you have already come to
realize that I have a very dirty mind.  You do not want to plumb my depths
you cute little cunt.  At nine o'clock tonight I want you to get your
brother into your room.  I want him to see you naked.  And I want you to
give him an orgasm.  You are not to let him put his cock inside of your
pussy or your mouth.  But except for that he can do whatever he wants
for...oh let's say half an hour.  I want you to have your lights on and
your blinds open and you must be careful to make sure that this takes place
where I can see you."

   He grinned and said, "In fact, from now on I don't want you to ever
close your blinds and any time it is dark outside you will have your lights
on until it is time to turn out the lights and go to sleep.  You are smart
enough to realize the point of that set of instructions.  I don't think I
have to tell you to stay out of the corners of your room where I can't see
you, do I?"

   I was still struggling to resist the sensations that his finger was
causing.  I groaned loudly and gasped, "No master!"

   He took his finger away then, just before I lost control.

   He reached over and handed me my shirt and shorts.  He kept my
underwear. He said, "You two can leave now."

   He reached into his wallet which was lying on the table and handed my
mother some money.  He said, "I want you to take her shopping at Sweet
Nothings first thing tomorrow morning.  You know what I want you to buy and
you know how I want you to shop.  I'm sure it is still fresh in your mind.
Unfortunately I can't be there, but there will be people there and some of
them may or may not be friends of mine.  I want you both back here tomorrow
at one.  Now get the fuck out of here."

   As we hurried away he called after mom, "And don't forget the shoes."

   My mother and I dressed hurriedly.  My mother was allowed to wear her
underwear but he sent me home in just a t-shirt and shorts.

   My mother followed close behind as I hurried to the side door of our
house.  As soon as we stepped inside she started trying to explain.  I
turned around and screamed, "Don't you dare talk to me you lying,
two-faced, hypocritical bitch!"

   I turned and stormed out of the kitchen and rushed to my room.  I saw
her face before I did though and I took great satisfaction from her
distress.  She looked like she had been struck and the anguish I saw
pleased me.  It did not atone for what I had learned about her today or
what I had been forced to do.  But after being totally helpless for the
last hour or so it felt good to lash out.

   I hurried to my room and as I undressed and got ready to take a shower I
stared at my bedroom window and remembered what I had to do at nine this
evening.  I wasn't sure that I could do it.

   I stared at his house on the other side of our driveways and wondered if
he would really turn me in to the police if I disobeyed him.  I couldn't be
sure of course.  But he had nothing to lose.  If he couldn't get me to obey
then he lost nothing by taking those emails to the police.  And although I
was furious with my mother I didn't want my parents to get divorced.  That
was a very scary word and it terrified me.

   My mother had gotten herself under control and she knocked on my door
and slowly opened it.  I had finished undressing and I wanted to go take my
shower.  I wasn't ready to deal with her.

   She was crying, tears were running down her cheeks.  She said, "I know
you hate me and you have every right to.  I don't blame you.  I can't
explain what I did.  I can't even explain it to myself."

   "I was raised just the way you have been raised except that something
happened when I was thirteen.  But I repressed all of my feelings, all of
my fantasies.  I never planned to...I never planned to do anything.  Things
just seemed to happen and I let them.  I didn't go to sex chat rooms, not
once.  I never intended to talk about sex or fantasies or any of that.  I
was talking to a man at a web site about healthy diets and I enjoyed
talking to him.  I don't even know how our conversations changed to...to
that other stuff."

   "It didn't happen right away.  Eventually we started talking about our
childhood years and, somehow, I don't even remember how, we were talking
about fantasies.  I'm sorry, but it excited me.  And it wasn't very long at
all after that before I was telling him about my repressed fantasies, the
fantasies that I had when I was your age and younger."

   "Over the months our relationship changed and I became his online slave.
I know it was wrong but god how I loved it!  It was so exciting.  I let him
talk me into sending him pictures.  They were just regular pictures at
first.  But he ordered me to buy a camera for my computer and told me how
to use it.  I started letting him see me in my underwear and things
progressed from there.  He started inviting other men to our chats and I
said and did things for them too.  Soon there were almost a dozen men that
I was chatting with regularly.  I was sitting there naked with that camera
on and masturbating and offering to do every perverted thing in the world
and I was cumming and cumming and cumming."

   I screamed at her, "YOU SENT THEM NUDE PICTURES OF YOUR SIXTEEN YEAR OLD
DAUGHTER!  YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME WEAR A BIKINI AND YOU ARE SHOWING ME OFF
IN THE NUDE!  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

   She yelled back, "I don't know!!  As god is my witness I don't know!  Oh
Lisa, I am so sorry.  I can't stop it.  That man next door knows everything
about me and he has those pictures.  If I don't do what he says then my
life is over.  And that isn't even the worst part!  I hate it, I hate what
he does to me, what he makes me do to him.  But every time I go over there
I have more orgasms than I can count.  I must be sick, but I can't help
myself!  And now, what happened today, watching him with you.  I'm sorry,
but it was like watching it happen to me when I was your age.  It is like
I'm watching the movie of my fantasy life starring my daughter!  I want to
die Lisa, but god forgive me it turned me on!"

   She collapsed to the floor and covered her face and cried hysterically.
I was almost too stunned to comprehend the things she had just told me. 
There was the nagging fear in the back of my mind that I was too much like
her.  Because I had not forgotten how excited I had gotten when I read her
chat log and when that ogre had touched me.  But I was too confused and too
conflicted to resolve this now.  I had a lot of thinking to do.

   I finally said, "I have to take a shower.  I strongly suggest that you
do the same.  You smell like a fresh fucked cunt!"

   I felt so empowered having the nerve to vent like that.  She couldn't
say a word about my language after today.

   I watched her struggle back to her feet and she whispered, "I'm so sorry
Lisa.  I know you don't believe that and I know you don't understand how I
could have done the things that I have done.  But I know how horrible I am
and I can only say that I am sorry."

   She turned and went to her room.  I grabbed my robe and went down the
hall to the bathroom I shared with Brad.  I brushed my teeth for a long
time before I got the nasty taste out of my mouth.  Then I took a long hot
shower.  I tried to keep my mind blank.  Everywhere that my thoughts went
was uncomfortable.  I didn't want to think about what had happened this
afternoon.  I didn't want to think about what was going to happen at nine
o'clock tonight.  I didn't want to think about tomorrow when that old man
was going to take my virginity.  I didn't want to think about all of the
men who had seen my photograph and were probably posting it all over the
internet.

   I was half way through with my shower before I realized how hard I was
crying.  I struggled to get myself under control.  I ran my soapy hands
over my body and it reminded me of Sean exploring my body and how exciting
it had been.  I groaned in frustration and forced my mind to go blank
again.

   Finally I felt like I had washed the events of this afternoon from my
skin and I got out and dried off.  I put my robe on and went back to my
room.  On the way to my room I passed Brad in the hallway.  He glanced at
me and nodded but as usual he hardly seemed to notice that I existed.  I
think that my whole body must have blushed then as I contemplated what was
going to happen tonight.

   I went to my room and closed the door and leaned against it.  I opened
my robe and hung it on the back of my door and as I walked to my dresser to
get clean underwear out I passed my window.  I looked out at the house next
door and I noticed movement in the upstairs window.

   He saw me looking at his window and he drew the drapes all the way open.
He opened his window and the glare of the afternoon sun on the glass
disappeared.  I saw him sitting there staring at me.  He made sure of it.
He didn't wave or do anything to attract attention.  He just sat on the
side of the bed and watched.

   It took a moment for me to shake myself loose from his gaze.  I turned
to my dresser and got out my underwear.  I stood where he could see me and
I could feel him watching while I put my panty and my bra on.  I got out a
modest tank top and a pair of loose fitting running shorts and put them on.
Then I put my sandals back on and went out of the room.

   I didn't want to be in a room with my mother right now but I couldn't
stay in my room and I was supposed to help with supper.  During the school
year we didn't have chores but during summer vacation I was supposed to
help with dinner and the clean up afterwards.  Brad had to do the yard
work. We got a small allowance for it and we weren't being worked to death.
We didn't mind.  But I was still not ready to talk to my mother.

   I joined her in the kitchen and we worked in silence to prepare supper.
She was obviously very sorry for the situation that we were in but the
first time she opened her mouth I quietly interrupted her and said, "I tell
you what mom.  Talk to me after I strip down for my little brother tonight
and get him off for the amusement of our next door neighbor."

   She didn't try to talk to me again that night.

   We sat down to eat when dad got home.  Our meals were normally quiet
affairs but we were quieter than usual this evening.  Neither dad nor Brad
seemed to even notice.

   After we ate I put the dishes in the dishwasher and my mother and I
worked together in silence to clean up the kitchen.  When we were finished
the others went in and watched television.  I couldn't stand the thought of
sitting in front of the television or of being in the room with my mother
and father.

   The trouble was that I didn't want to go to my room either.  I didn't
want to be in my room and not even know if that pervert next door was
staring at me.  I would just have to assume that he was.  I felt like
crying.  I should be able to be alone in my room and be safe and not have
to worry about perverts watching me.

   I finally just slipped out the back door and sat on a lawn chair in the
dark.  I wanted to think about anything else but I found myself trying to
figure out how I was going to do what I had to do with Brad.  How do I get
my brother to come to my room and watch me undress?  What do I say to him
to get him to let me get him off?  And how do I do it?  I guess I'm
supposed to masturbate him.  How do you explain that request to your
brother?!

   I started getting eaten up by mosquitoes so I went inside.  It was a
little after eight.  I decided that I might as well go to my room and get
used to being stared at.  I left my door wide open so that I would see Brad
if he walked by.  I opened my book and I stared at the page but I never
read a word.

   At nine o'clock I decided that I was going to have to go downstairs and
get Brad but the show he had been watching ended and he came up on his own.
I called him into my room and as soon as he stepped inside my heart started
beating a mile a minute.  All of a sudden I was terrified again.

   He looked at me and he seemed to be concerned.  I guess that some of
what I was feeling was showing on my face.  I had never really decided how
I was going to do this and the silence between us was growing uncomfortable
as I stood there on the verge of panic.

   After a minute or two Brad asked, "Are you okay Lisa?  You're acting
funny."

   I didn't answer and he asked, "What did you want?"

   I got up and closed my bedroom door and turned to face him.  I took a
deep breath and asked, "Brad, I would like to ask you a favor."

   He waited for me to continue and it was hard.  I was figuring this out
as I went along.

   I asked him, "Have you ever seen a girl naked, in real life I mean?"

   He looked at me funny and then he grinned and asked, "Okay, what's going
on?  What are you trying to pull?"

   I shook my head and closed my eyes and tried to calm down.  When I
thought I could talk calmly I said, "I have never seen a boy naked.  I want
to see you with your clothes off.  If you let me see you naked I will get
undressed and I will even let you touch me.  But that isn't all.  I want to
see what it looks like when a boy cums.  I want you to let me masturbate
you."

   He stared at me like I had two heads for a moment and asked, "You're
shitting me right?  This is some kind of trick isn't it?  What's the deal?"


   I shook my head and said, "No trick Brad.  I mean it."

   He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what the trick was.  He
asked, "You seriously expect me to believe that you are asking me for
permission to beat my meat?!  This is me Lisa.  I know you better than
that. Tell me what's going on or get out of my way so I can go to my room."

   I was starting to get desperate now.  I never imagined that he might say
no.  I started to lift up my halter top and asked, "If I get undressed will
that convince you?"

   He grinned and said, "It might."

   There was no question in my mind that this was even harder than
undressing for Sean had been.  But I had no choice.  I pulled my top up and
over my head and tossed it onto my dresser.

   Brad looked like he couldn't believe his eyes.  I suppose he couldn't. I
had always been the conservative young girl that my parents had raised so
carefully.  He had never, or at least not since we had been four or five,
he had never seen me in my underwear, much less nude.

   He stood staring at me now, my bra exposed, and the mixture of
expressions on his face would have been amusing if I had not been so
terrified.  I saw that he was excited at seeing me in my bra.  I saw that
he still didn't believe that I was actually going to undress in front of
him.  There even seemed to be a little concern because what I was doing was
so uncharacteristic.  But he didn't speak and he didn't move and he never
took his eyes off of my chest.

   I had almost forgotten about the almost certainty that Sean was watching
from next door.  But as I eased my shorts down and stepped out of them I
was very aware that there were surely two sets of male eyes watching me and
lusting after me.

   It was a bit gut wrenching to realize that my younger brother was
lusting after me, but I couldn't blame him.  I was making it impossible for
him not to.

   I reached behind my back and once more my shaking hands were forced to
deal with that small, inconveniently placed clasp.

   I had better luck than I had this afternoon and I felt it come loose. 
Before I could summon the courage to release it and bare my breasts to my
brother he whispered, "Why are you doing this Lisa?"

   I managed to look him in the eye again and at first I didn't know how to
respond.  Finally I said, "Think of it as a learning experience, a biology
experiment."

   He grinned but then he got serious and responded, "I am looking forward
to this Lisa.  I have always thought you were beautiful and sexy.  But I
can see your face and you don't look like you are enjoying this.  You're
scaring me."

   Suddenly I loved my brother a whole lot more than I did a few minutes
ago.  He thought I was sexy and beautiful!  But more than that, as much as
he wanted to see a girl naked for the first time he was worried about me! I
could have kissed him!

   But I knew that I had to do this.  I knew too that by this time tomorrow
what was about to happen here would be nothing.  I smiled at Brad and said,
"I'm sorry Brad.  Of course I want to do this.  I'm just nervous.  This is
my first time too you know."

   Finally I dropped my bra strap and let it separate and slide off of my
shoulders.  He watched in awe as my breasts were uncovered and I actually
felt a thrill when I saw the wonder in his face.  It was kind of
reassuring.

   I was about to start sliding my panties down when Brad stepped closer
and held my hands in his.  He was a year younger than I, but much taller
and much stronger.  He was only fifteen but he was turning into a big
strong man and he didn't have far to go.

   He held my hands and said, "I don't know why you are doing this.  And to
be honest I am just as horny as any other teenage male and it pains me to
stop you, but are you sure about this Lisa?  I'm not going to ask again. 
I'm not going to stop you again.  I have been pretty horny a lot of times
in the last few years but I have never been as turned on as I am right at
this moment.  Your tits are magnificent and the rest of your body is too."

   He paused for a second and said, "Oh my god.  I can't believe I'm
looking at a real live set of tits!"

   He stared at me for a second and then he continued, "If you really want
to do this I'm all for it.  But is this really something you want to do?"

   I smiled.  He was apparently a lot more mature than I had given him
credit for.  I took my hands away from my panty and said, "Okay Brad.  I'm
not going to take them off.  You take them off."

   He stared into my eyes and he was being so nice about this that I didn't
feel so bad now.  I actually thought he was pretty damned sweet.  Finally
he reached out and hooked his thumbs in my waistband and said, "Last
chance!"

   I smiled at him and he started slowly sliding my underwear off.  He
watched my face at first.  But then he squatted down in front of me and
stared at the flesh that he was uncovering.

   The look of wonder in his eyes was starting to really excite me.  Of
course, when I realized that I was getting excited I felt guilty.  But I
had only to remind myself that I had no options and the guilt began to
subside quickly.

   Brad pulled my panties down slowly and I held onto his shoulders to
balance myself as I stepped out of them.  He let my underwear fall from his
fingers almost without being aware of it and continued to stare at my
crotch.

   I have very light blonde hair and I have always been self conscious
about how light and how sparse my pubic hair is.  I look like I am still a
little girl down there.  It makes me uncomfortable in the girl's locker
room when I am surrounded by girls with big, thick bushes.

   I was feeling that discomfort now.  But when he sighed and whispered,
"Oh my god Lisa!  You're beautiful!" I suddenly felt a little better about
myself.

   He was staring at me and I noticed that his face and neck were bright
red.  I realized that he was as excited as I was and it kind of gave me
confidence to see that look in his face.

   I'm not sure why he felt the need to whisper but he continued to whisper
when he said, "I can see your slit, your pussy."

   He stared intently for a moment longer before he asked, "Can I kiss it?"

   I hadn't anticipated that.  Nor had I received any instructions about
what to do if it came up.  I wasn't sure what to answer.  But he didn't
wait very long for me to decide.  Slowly, as if he were being drawn by a
magnet his lips moved towards me and came to rest gently on my vulva.  He
kissed me lightly and then he drew a deep breath through his nose.

   Again in that whisper that was beginning to really get to me he said, "I
can smell you.  You smell so good!  Oh Jesus Lisa!  You're beautiful!"

   He kissed me down there again and I shivered in my own building lust.  I
knew then that if I didn't put a stop to this I was going to do something
very bad.  I reached out and put my hands on the side of his head and now I
found myself whispering.

   I leaned down and kissed him on the top of the head and then I
whispered, "Stand up Brad.  I want to see you naked."

   He stood up quickly and I became aware for the first time of the very
large bulge in the front of his pants.  I can't honestly say that I had
ever thought of him this way before and I had certainly never looked to see
how well hung he was.  Now I thought that it looked very impressive and I
was curious to see what it was going to look like.

   As Brad began to quickly undress I stood back a little to watch.  His
shirt was gone in an instant and he struggled with his belt as he worked
his shoes off with his toes.

   I smiled as I saw how eager he was.  I thought back to this afternoon
when I had seen a cock for the first time and how uncomfortable it had made
me.  I was struck that now, here with my little brother I didn't feel that
way.  I was looking forward to seeing him naked.  And I was amazed at my
own reaction.

   He let his jeans slide down his legs and he kicked them off impatiently.
He lifted his legs and almost ripped his socks off.  Then he paused with
only his jockey shorts remaining.  He was suddenly nervous about undressing
in front of me.  I saw that and it amused me.

   I smiled at him and said, "Please Brad.  I'm curious.  I can't wait to
see it.  It looks huge."

   It did look very big.  Certainly nowhere near as large as Sean's had
been.  But it looked very large.  I saw the bulge throbbing in his shorts
and I saw the wet spot where the head of it was oozing that clear fluid
that I had seen earlier on Sean's cock.  I was almost holding my breath in
anticipation now.  The fact that he was suddenly feeling self-conscious
somehow made me feel more confident.

   He continued to pause, to get up the nerve to uncover his cock in front
of a girl for the first time and I knew what I wanted to do.  I stepped
forward and pulled his hands away.  Then I gripped his shorts and began to
slowly pull them down.

   I could feel him watching me.  I thought he might be afraid that I
wouldn't like his cock or that I would think it was ugly or too small or
something.  I had to pull his underwear out and away from his cock but
without embarrassing myself too much I slowly pulled them down.

   I stopped when I had bared his genitals.  I was very impressed.  It was
only the second cock that I had seen but it seemed much prettier than the
first one.  It was smooth.  It didn't have all of the large veins I had
seen on Sean's.  I noticed that Brad had blonde pubic hair too.  He didn't
have much more than I did either.  I thought he looked very sexy.  I almost
said that it was pretty but I caught myself in time.  I doubt if a boy
wants to hear that about his cock.

   I leaned down and finished taking his shorts off and he stepped out of
them.  I straightened up and just like he had done for me I leaned forward
and kissed his cock.  I didn't take it into my mouth.  I had been ordered
not to.  But I touched my lips to it and gave it a long, lingering kiss. 
He had played baseball with his friends today and who knew what else.  I
was aware of the smell of his sweat but for some reason it didn't turn me
off.  Quite the opposite in fact.  He smelled very male, virile.  I thought
he smelled sexy.

   I sat back on my heels and said, "Brad!  It's beautiful!" Then I reached
up and gently took it into my hand.  I moved my hand up and down his shaft
gently.  Then I smiled at him and asked, "Do you want to touch me first, or
do you want me to jerk you off first?"

   I started to think that all of his blood supply had moved to his cock.
He didn't seem to be able to make a decision.  I stood up and led him to my
bed and pushed him down on his back.  I got on the bed between his legs and
reached down and took his cock in my hand again.

   I had a feeling that this wouldn't take long and I had realized that
there was no reason why he only had to cum once.  Sean hadn't set a limit
on that.

   I watched in awe as I began to gently stroke his cock.  I heard the
excitement in my own voice as I said, "I've never done this before.  Tell
me if I'm doing something wrong, or if there is something that you want me
to do."

   He started to lay back and relax and enjoy what I was doing when he
seemed to notice the window beside us for the first time.  He looked at it
and said, "Lisa, you better close the blinds."

   I would have loved to.  But instead I said, "It's okay Brad.  No one can
see in.  It's safe." But even as I spoke I could feel that pervert watching
us.  It made what we were doing feel dirty and that kind of made me mad.

   I was determined not to let Sean ruin what had turned into a
surprisingly erotic experience.  I forced my mind back to the task at hand
and I felt the excitement building again as I teased and pleased Brad's
pretty cock.

   It happened so quickly that I was surprised.  I was sliding my hand
rapidly up and down his shaft and I had reached up to cup and hold his
balls when Brad groaned and tensed up and suddenly his cock started
spurting thick white gobs of cum.  The first spurt landed high on his
chest, almost reaching his chin!  It continued after that for an incredibly
long time and when he finally finished there was a stream of it all the way
from his neck down to where the last few weak spurts were oozing down over
my hand.

   It felt burning hot and I could smell the strong aroma.  Brad was lying
there gasping for breath and muttering, "Oh my god!" over and over.

   I smiled down at him, taking great pride in what I had just
accomplished. I had seen Sean reach orgasm earlier today, twice.  But both
times it had been while his cock was buried in my mother.  So I really
hadn't seen very much.  This had been very educational.

   Brad finally opened his eyes and said, "Jesus Lisa!  That was...I can't
even describe it!  I've been beating my meat for a couple of years now. 
But it never felt like that!"

   I grinned and said, "No shit?!  You've really been doing it for two
years?!  I've never done it.  I started to a couple of times but I
chickened out.  I've never had an orgasm."

   I looked down at the stuff dripping slowly off my fingers and I lifted
my hand to my face and sniffed it.  It smelled pretty much like Sean's had.
I stuck my tongue out and tasted it.  It tasted very much like Sean's too,
though I thought it seemed a bit milder.  That could have just been because
I love Brad and I hate Sean.

   Brad was watching in amazement as I tasted his cum.  I saw him watching
me and I'm not sure why I did it but I kept licking until my hand was
clean.

   He asked, "What does it taste like?"

   I grinned and responded, "What the hell do you mean, `what does it taste
like?' There is a gallon of it right there on your stomach!  Taste it for
Christ's sake!"

   He looked down at it and wrinkled his nose up and said, "That's gross!"

   I looked down at him, trying to sound reasonable.  I said, "You want
girls to suck your cock don't you?  Don't you think it's fair that you at
least taste it?"

   He grinned and said, "Have you ever tasted what you taste like?"

   I said, "No, but I will if you'll taste yours.  I'm not afraid."

   He stared down at the mess on his stomach and finally he got a
determined look on his face and stuck his finger into a puddle of it.  He
slowly brought his finger up to his mouth but he couldn't quite bring
himself to do it.  I reached up and took his hand in mind and slowly pushed
it to his lips.  He screwed up his face but he opened his mouth and sucked
his finger clean.

   I didn't think he'd do it and I was pretty impressed.

   I watched him as he tasted his cum for the first, and probably the last
time.  Finally he shrugged and said, "It isn't that bad I guess.  I
wouldn't want to suck a cock but I've tasted worse stuff.  It tastes better
than broccoli."

   I laughed at that.  I had to agree.  I hate broccoli.

   I got up and got a box of tissue off of my desk and brought it over to
the bed.  I pulled my wastebasket closer and together we worked to clean
him off.  He finally sat up and said, "Lisa, I still don't know why you did
that.  But thank you.  That was...god, I don't know.  Fantastic doesn't
seem good enough.  It was wonderful.  But I have to ask, How can you be
sixteen and never have had an orgasm?  I thought everyone jacked off."

   I shrugged and responded, "I don't know.  I don't really buy into that
sin thing.  I am pretty sure it's all just parents trying to control their
kid's sexuality.  But still, the times I started playing with myself I
started getting uncomfortable about what I was doing and I stopped.  I
don't know."

   He grinned and shook his head and said, "Lie down."

   I started to but then I said, "I'm still a virgin Brad.  I intend to
stay that way.  I don't want you to put anything inside of me.  You can
look at me, you can touch me, but I don't want you to put something inside
of me.  I'm afraid that I'll get carried away and I don't want to do that."

   He nodded and said, "I promise not to put anything inside of you.  I do
not promise that you won't have an orgasm.  There is something that we can
do that guys talk about a lot and it sounds like a lot of fun.  Now lie
down and shut up.  You have my word not to deflower you.  Jesus that sounds
lame.  Deflower.  Old people are really fucked up."

   I giggled nervously but I stretched out on my back and just before I
closed my eyes I looked at his face and I saw a warm look in his eyes that
told me he loved me.  That made me feel so good, kind of warm all over.  It
wasn't like we were lovers or anything, despite what we were doing.  I just
knew that my brother loved me and would look out for me and it was a good
feeling.

   I closed my eyes and I felt his fingers begin to explore my body.  He
didn't speak right away.  The first thing that he said was, "Jesus Lisa! 
You have perfect tits!  I never paid any attention before.  How dumb am I?"

   I laughed and said, "I never noticed what a nice cock you had either.  I
guess you don't look for stuff like that when it's your brother or your
sister."

   But his fingers were moving over my tits and it felt much better than
when Sean had done it this afternoon.  It was getting very hard to breathe.


   It excited me that he had never seen a girl naked before and I could
feel how much in awe of my body he was just from the way his fingers
touched me.  He didn't grab as you might expect from a horny teenage boy.
His fingers moved over my skin softly, teasing, caressing, making my
resolve to follow Sean's instructions and remain a virgin very difficult to
hold onto.  His fingers circled and then gently squeezed and pulled at my
nipples and I thought that if he did that for just a little bit longer I
was going to have my first orgasm.

   I groaned as he slid his fingers down over my surprisingly sensitive
stomach.  But he quickly distracted me.  He leaned down and moved is tongue
around my nipple and then began to suck it and nip at it with his teeth.  I
was quickly losing control and when his hand continued down and his fingers
began to carefully explore the opening to my pussy it was all over.  I felt
the scream of pleasure building in my chest and I grabbed my pillow and
held it over my face.  I screamed into my pillow and my butt came right up
off of the bed.

   My first orgasm!  And it was at the hands of my little brother!  I
probably should have been disturbed by that but after all that had happened
to me today incest was the least of my concerns.  My orgasm seemed to go on
and on and it might have gone on indefinitely if he hadn't taken pity on me
and stopped what he was doing.

   I collapsed on the bed, almost unable to breathe.  I took the pillow
away from my face and looked down at Brad.  I saw the mix of emotions on
his face, probably the same expressions were evident on my face.  There was
love and there was lust.  There was want and need and desire and awe
inspired by the body of a person of the opposite sex.  But mostly there was
love and a newfound regard for each other.  Our relationship had suddenly
matured and been transformed into something entirely different and I knew
that we would never be the same again.  But that was okay.  I liked the
change.  I knew it was for the best.  I knew that it was something that we
would have to hide.  It was one of society's strongest taboos.  But we
loved each other and we would always care about each other and protect each
other and I knew that neither of us would regret this change.

   I can't deny that I also derived some satisfaction from the fact that we
had gotten so much pleasure, so much satisfaction from something that Sean
had calculated would cause me so much distress.  I wasn't enjoying what we
were doing to spite Sean.  But I was enjoying this and I had no doubt that
Sean would be upset if he knew that his plan to punish me had backfired.

   I had thought that Brad was finished and that it was his turn again. 
But when he saw that I had recovered and was ready to continue he reached
down and gently pulled his finger up through the entrance to my pussy.  He
held his finger up and showed me my juices.  Then he held his finger out
and said, "Your turn."

   I smiled and said, "It can't be that bad.  Lots of people seem to enjoy
it."

   I opened my mouth and pulled his finger into my mouth.  I sucked it
clean and as I sucked his finger like a little cock our eyes were locked on
each other.  I sucked his finger far longer than was necessary but finally
I let him pull it away.

   He asked, "Well?"

   I replied, "Not bad.  It's much milder than what comes out of you.  It's
a little salty, but that could have been from your finger.  It really
wasn't bad."

   He smiled and said, "I guess I'll try."

   I expected him to scoop up a little more on is finger but that wasn't
what he had in mind.  He rolled over and got between my legs and I covered
my mouth and screamed once more as his mouth came down on my pussy.

   I never imagined that anything could ever feel that good.  His soft wet
lips formed a seal around my pussy and his warm breath enveloped me.  His
tongue came out and moved across the entrance to my pussy several times
before he began to concentrate on my clit.

   I nearly lost my mind.  I was forced once more to pull my pillow over my
face and I screamed into it over and over as I had one mind bending orgasm
after another.  I remember thinking in one of the rare moments of lucidity
as I thrashed about on my bed that I could easily become a slut.  And then
I thought, how could any girl not?!

   The waves of passion washed over me one right after another until I
thought I was going to lose consciousness.  My clit had become so sensitive
that even the soft touch of his tongue was all but unbearable.  I finally
had no choice but to gently but firmly push his face away from my crotch.

   I gasped for breath for a moment and then I twisted away from him and
got on my hands and knees.  I moved down and lowered myself onto his highly
aroused and naked body and I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him
like I had never kissed a boy before.

   We were locked in passion and I felt his hard cock pressing against me
and more than anything else in the world I wanted to take it into me.  I
wanted him to fuck me and I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted that so
badly that it scared me.  And I was furious because I knew that that
pervert next door was intruding on this perfect loving moment by his
presence in the window across the way.  He had no business putting such a
damper on our lust, even if he was responsible for it.

   I pushed my thoughts of Sean out of my head and kissed my brother
passionately.  Then I held him close and whispered, "Oh god Brad.  That was
so fucking fantastic.  I love you.  I love you so much.  Thank you baby
brother.  I can't explain, but I can't pay you back tonight.  I will
though. We can do anything you want tomorrow night.  I'll suck your cock
and you can fuck me.  We'll do it all.  I'll make it up to you I promise."

   I slid off of him and took his cock in my hand again.  I smiled up at
him and said, "I can do this again though.  Is that alright baby?"

   He smiled and said, "One of us is going to have to do it.  It feels a
whole hell of a lot better when it's your hand."

   I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and then I started beating
him off again.  It didn't take much longer this time than it had the first
time.  He didn't cum nearly as much, which was a huge relief.  If I was
going to be sucking his cock soon I had to admit that I had been nervous
about swallowing the huge amount of cum I saw the first time I beat his
meat.  When he came the second time there was less than half the volume of
cum and it only shot up as high as the middle of his belly.

   I held his cock in my hand until it was soft and then our eyes met as I
licked my hand clean again.  I would have licked the rest of it up but I
was pretty sure that I was already pushing the limits that Sean had set by
licking my hand clean.

   We used the tissue to clean him off again and when we were finished he
sat up in the bed and suddenly he looked serious.  I saw that something was
bothering him and he asked, "Why sis?  Why can we do some things and not
others tonight but we can do anything I want tomorrow?  What is going to
change tomorrow?"

   He looked at me and I saw that he was worried about me.  It gave me such
a warm feeling inside that he cared so much.  I was back on the spot
though. I couldn't explain.  I wished that I could.  But if I did things
could get much worse.  Things were bad now, but at least for now our family
was safe.  I didn't want to gamble with that.

   I leaned over and kissed Brad on the cheek and said, "I love you little
brother.  I love it that you care.  I suspect that most boys your age would
have stopped at `Oh boy, I'm gonna get laid tomorrow!' and not even have
given a thought to the rest.  You're so fucking sweet god damn it!  Jesus,
I'm getting a real trash mouth!  Sorry."

   I tried to think of something that I could say, some reason that I could
give him.  I couldn't.  Finally I said, "I'll tell you when I can Brad.  I
wish I could tell you now but I can't.  But don't worry because everything
is going to be alright.  You just have to be patient.  Now you had better
go to bed and don't look a gift blowjob in the mouth."

   He still looked worried but he stood up and started pulling his pants
on. When he was dressed enough to go out in the hall he turned and said,
"Thanks Lisa.  That was fantastic.  I love you."

   I smiled and replied, "I love you too Brad.  And you were pretty
fantastic yourself.  Goodnight."

   After Brad left I glanced over at Sean's house.  As I was looking his
light came on and he stood up in front of the window.  Even at this
distance I could see that he was naked and that he had a hard on.  I hated
him for being there and for watching, but I took a little satisfaction in
knowing that I was sated and he was going to go to bed horny.

   I got in bed and turned my light out.  It took me a long time to calm
down but I finally went to sleep with the taste of my brother's cum in my
mouth.  I slept through the night but I had one erotic dream after another
all night long.  Some of them were nice, sexy, sweet even.  They usually
involved Brad.

   But they weren't all like that.  There were others that were haunted by
Sean and they were permeated with an evil lust and almost unmanageable
fear. They were more nightmare than dream.  The scary thing about them was
that it was likely that they contained more than a germ of truth.  Sean was
someone to fear and I didn't doubt for a moment that he would take great
pleasure in debasing, humiliating and abusing me.  I don't know that he
intended to destroy me.  But I doubt if it would bother him if that was the
end result.

   I woke up at a little before eight the next morning.  My first reaction
was amusement.  I hadn't even thought about it when I went to bed last
night.  But for the first time in my life I had slept in the nude.  I liked
it!

   In the next moment the dreams I had experienced last night came flooding
into my conscious mind.  Unfortunately my mind seemed to dismiss the nicer
ones and wallow in the darkness of the dreams about Sean.  They didn't have
a lot of meaning.  I didn't yet know the depths of his depravity.  I didn't
know enough about sex to fear what he had in mind for me.  I knew that he
was going to take my virginity this afternoon.  But that was really all
that I knew.  Well, not quite all.  I also knew that my mother was
terrified of him.  And then there was the fact that I had seen her limping
when she came home from his house.

   I sat up in bed.  I didn't think about my window and my tits being on
display when I sat up.  When I finally did think about it I realized that
the light streamed in my window in the morning and I didn't think that he
could see me, not that it mattered.

   I put my robe on and headed for the bathroom.  I passed Brad in the
hall. We smiled at each other and he stopped me and kissed my forehead.  He
said, "Good morning big sister.  Did you sleep well?"

   I smiled and replied, "Yes little brother.  For some reason I was all
tired out last night.  I can't for the life of me think of what could have
worn me out like that."

   I reached out and squeezed his hand and then he went to his room.  I
took a shower and brushed my teeth.  I noticed that the taste of cum didn't
last through the night.

   I got dressed and went downstairs.  Mom was down there drinking coffee.
She looked up when I came in but she just looked embarrassed and then
looked down at her coffee cup.  I was in a better mood after last night
with Brad.  I was starting to feel guilty about the way I had spoken to
her. I realized that, although the photographs were unforgiveable, she was
who she was and she had been gradually sucked into that underworld of sex.
She hadn't intended for the things that resulted to take place.  Her life
was just as much out of control as mine.  If she knew what lay behind the
hold that Sean had over me she would be pretty upset with me too.  We might
as well get this over with.  We couldn't go on like this forever.

   I poured myself a glass of juice and sat down across from her.  I took a
sip and then I said, "Mom?"

   She looked up and I saw that she was crying quietly again.

   I continued, "I don't know if I can ever forgive you for those
photographs and what you did with them.  I pray that they don't end up
being circulated at school.  But I will be surprised if they aren't.  Those
guys you sent them to will undoubtedly post them all over the net.  It is
all but inevitable that the guys at school will see them sometime between
now and the time that I graduate."

   She looked so pitiful.  She said, "I didn't think.  I just..." She
shrugged.  She said, "I have no excuses.  I'm so sorry.  I would end my
life right now if I thought that it would make this all go away.  I don't
expect you to forgive me Lisa.  I don't even expect you to understand.  I
don't understand.  But I am an adult and a wife and a mother and there
simply is no excuse for what I did.  I got sucked into a cesspool because
of those moments of weakness and now you are being sucked in because of me
and I am helpless to prevent it."

   "I keep telling myself that this will be a fleeting thing which will be
over soon.  But I am terrified that that isn't the case.  Why would he let
me...let us go?  We are every man's, or perhaps I should say every evil
man's dream come true.  I fear that my life is over because I was bored and
because someone found a way to tap into a flaw in my character.  I could
better live with that if you weren't a victim now too.  But I don't know
what to do.  I am so scared and he makes me feel so helpless.  Oh Lisa!  If
you tell me what to do I'll do it!"

   How the hell would I know what to do?!  Jesus mom!  uYou're the fucking
adult!  But that isn't what I said.  I said, "I don't know what to do
either mom.  I guess we either wait for him to get tired of us or we watch
for some way out to present itself.  Maybe he'll screw up and we can
blackmail him.  I'm just as scared as you are.  Maybe more!  I don't have a
clue about what is going to happen to me and I'm terrified."

   She looked down and whispered, "You should be.  He's a monster.  He has
things in mind for us that I can't even say out loud."

   Gee mom, thanks for the fucking reassurance!

   I didn't get to respond to that last statement, or question it.  I'm not
sure I wanted to have my question answered though.  But Brad came in then
and that was the end of the discussion for the time being.

   I saw mom glance at Brad.  Her mind must have flashed on what I had been
ordered to do with him at nine o'clock last night for the amusement of our
new neighbor.  She blushed and kept her eyes down.

   Brad looked at her and at me and I saw the concern coming back into his
eyes.  He was quiet for a minute and then he said, "Is something going on I
should know about?  Is someone dying of cancer?  What the hell is happening
with you two?!"

   We, Brad and I, were not allowed to swear.  But mom never said a word.
That only made him more curious.  But he didn't get an answer and finally
he got exasperated and said, "I'm gonna go hang out with Larry and Gordy.
We might go to a movie this afternoon.  I'll be back by suppertime."

   Then he went out and mom and I both sighed in relief.  There was nothing
we could say to him.  He knew something was wrong but if he knew the truth
he would undoubtedly do something stupid.  We didn't want that.

   Mom kept glancing at her watch and I asked, "Do you have a date?"

   She looked up and reminded me that we had to go shopping at a store
called Sweet Nothings today.  I remembered seeing their ad in the paper
every once in a while.  It was a lingerie store.  I didn't ask why we were
going.  I'm not that stupid.

   We left so that we could get to the store just as they opened.  Mom said
that she hoped if we got there early enough there wouldn't be anyone inside
but the clerks.  I wasn't sure why that was important but I didn't ask any
questions.  Not about that.

   Instead I asked, "How long have you been in his clutches?"

   After I said it I thought, "In his clutches", that's an appropriate way
of saying it.

   She responded quietly, "It just started.  He sent me an email last
Wednesday and then on Thursday there was a big envelope slipped under the
side door with all of his evidence.  He ordered me to come over to his
house that afternoon.  I was never so scared in my life.  As it turned out
that fear was justified.  He is a horrible man.  He is nasty and perverted
and he takes more pleasure from degrading me than fucking me!"

   Now I knew it was bad!  My mother said fuck!  My mother wouldn't say
fuck if she had a mouthful of cock!  I wanted to know more.  I wanted
details.  I wanted to know what he was going to demand of me.  I wanted to
know but I was too afraid of what she would say if I asked her.  I think it
must be like when you have to have an operation.  You know you have to do
it but you don't want any of the details.  You don't want to know anything
about it.  You just want to go to sleep and wake up when it's over.

   So I didn't ask.  I slumped in my seat and stared out the side window.
We didn't live in a very big town but it was big enough that I had never
been to the area where this store was located.  I was surprised when we
pulled up into the parking lot.  It was a lot bigger than I expected.  I
could see the display windows and they sold a lot more than lingerie.  They
sold a lot of very sexy clothing.  The kind of thing that my mother would
never permit me to wear, the kind of thing that even I wouldn't want to
wear!

   Before we got out of the car she said, "There are already several cars
here.  There will be people inside.  I have instructions on what I am to
buy for you.  But the worst part of it is that I have been instructed which
booth you are to use to try on what I select."

   She paused and I could tell that she had some bad memories of this
place. She took a deep breath and continued, "The last four changing booths
do not have doors."

   She saw the look on my face and shrugged.  She said, "It is the kind of
place that people who like to show off go to buy clothes.  Or where people
who like to watch go to buy clothes.  That was why I wanted to get here
early.  Honey, I'm sorry.  But you are going to have to use one of those
booths.  We don't dare use one with a door on it.  If one of those other
customers was sent here by Sean then there would be hell to pay.  He
expects to be obeyed at all times."

   She lifted my face and looked into my eyes and said, "That punishment he
gave you last night, honey that was nothing.  That was more reward than
punishment.  He would much rather hurt us.  And he is very good at it.  You
need to understand right now that you are going to hate what happens in
there.  But we have no choice.  That is what it comes down to every time.
We have no choice."

   She sat back and in a quiet, desperate voice she continued, "Our only
way out is to destroy our lives in the process.  I don't know what he has
on you.  He wouldn't tell me.  But he said that it was far worse than what
he has on me.  I can't even imagine that.  You have always been nearly
perfect.  I have always been so proud of you.  But it was obvious when you
gave in to him yesterday afternoon that he had something awful that he was
holding over your head.  I'm not going to ask you what it is.  If you want
to tell me I will gladly hear you out and help you in any way that I can.
But whatever it is he has on you, keep it in mind while we are in that
store.  The clerks are nice and I don't think that we have to worry about
them.  But you never know if one of the other customers is a friend of his.
I wouldn't put it past him."

   I sighed and nodded.  I said, "I understand mom.  I'll do what I have to
do." I let the subject of what he was holding over my head pass by.  Maybe
the day would come that I could tell someone about that.  But it wasn't
now.

   We got out and went in the store.  An attractive redhead looked up from
the counter and seemed to recognize my mom from last week.  She smiled and
welcomed us to the store and told us that if we had any questions to please
ask.

   Mom nodded and I followed her in.  As I began to take note of the
merchandise on display I was shocked!  I knew one thing for sure now.  I
knew where strippers and prostitutes bought their clothes!  But there were
a lot of things that were pretty and sexy and were things that a woman
could wear to please her husband or her lover or even just to attract a
little attention at a party.  She would have to be a woman with a lot of
self assurance and a lot of nerve.  That wasn't me.

   Mom had picked up a basket and she handed it to me.  I had been buying
my own underwear for a while now and she had to ask me what my sizes were.
I told her and she went to the appropriate part of the store and began to
fill the basket with the sluttiest, sexiest underwear that I had ever seen.
They were very similar to the ones that I had seen on her bed when she was
taking a shower the day before yesterday, the ones that had been full of
cum.

   Our next stop was the back corner of the store where the bathing suits
were displayed.  She picked out suits that were actually obscene.  There
were three of them.  They were almost see-through when they were dry.  They
would be nearly invisible when wet.  Two were thong style bikinis
consisting of three tiny patches of cloth and a few pieces of nearly
invisible string.  The third was a one piece but I couldn't figure out how
it went on from looking at it.  I could tell that it didn't cover much
though.

   I thought that we were just here for lingerie but we weren't finished. I
also got some tiny crop tops and halter tops, a couple of sheer blouses and
three of the shortest micro miniskirt that I ever saw in my life.  And the
last selection was a little black dress.  I have always wanted my own
little black dress.  It is like a sign that you are all grown up. 
Unfortunately that was not what this one was a sign of.  The one she picked
up for me went way past little.  But I wouldn't know the half of it for
several more minutes.  Not until I tried it on.

   Mom had finished her selection and she turned to me and said, "Are you
ready baby?"

   I glanced around.  I had seen the four booths with no doors when we came
in.  I looked over there now and there were two couples trying on clothes.
One woman was in a booth with the door closed.  Her husband wasn't waiting
for her to come out though.  He was standing next to the other woman's
husband and they were both watching her try on a dress.  She was a very
pretty woman in her mid to late twenties and the dress was hot.

   I stared at them in wonder.  It was such a totally new concept for me to
grasp.  She was letting a strange man watch her change clothes.  And she
was smiling and sharing sexy looks with her husband who was also smiling.

   Mom nudged me and asked again, "Are you ready?"

   I wasn't.  But I guess that didn't matter really.  We made our way
through the racks of sexy clothes to the changing booths.  The two men and
the woman who had just tried on the dress and was modeling it for them
looked up and smiled as we approached.

   I would have thought it would be obvious that I was too young for this
kind of stuff.  If it was it didn't bother them.  They gathered around as
we selected a fitting room.  They seemed eager to enjoy the show that I was
about to put on.

   My mother hung up those items that were on hangars in the last booth. 
She placed the lingerie on the bench against the back of the booth and then
she turned me to face her and whispered my instructions.  "You must step
into the booth and undress completely.  Then you must try on each item, one
piece at a time.  You will always be at least semi naked.  If you need help
getting into any of those things you must come out here to me and ask me to
help you.  Each time you put an item on you must step out and turn around
so that I can assure that it fits correctly."

   I listened to her instructions and as I did I was aware that I was
having trouble catching my breath.  How could I possibly do this?!

   Mom saw how scared I was.  I was written all over my face.  But she
tightened her grip on my shoulders and continued, "I know you are going to
hate this but I suspect very strongly that I have seen the man who was
watching the young couple before.  He was leaving Sean's house last Friday.
He knows Sean.  I'm not positive, but almost."

   She saw the near panic on my face at the idea of taking my clothes off
in public and she said, "I'm sorry baby.  Remember what I told you in the
car.  Think about what he is holding over your head.  It's what I have to
keep doing to maintain what little sanity I have left."

   I nodded and stepped into the booth.  I stood facing the back of the
booth and I undressed slowly.  The blood was pounding so loudly in my ears
that when I turned slightly to remove my shorts and saw that there were now
more people standing there watching me I was shocked.  I hadn't heard a
thing!  I felt like I was going to pass out.  I looked at my mother and I
saw the despair and the terror and I knew I had to be strong.  I took a
deep breath and tried to fool myself into thinking I was home alone in my
room.  When that didn't work I just tried humming my favorite song and not
thinking at all.  That seemed to help a little, very little.

   I hadn't planned for what was happening to me now when I got dressed
this morning.  But purely through dumb luck I was wearing a bra with a
front closure.  I was very grateful.  Because there was no way I could have
taken one of the other kind off.  I would have had to go out to my mom and
ask her to unfasten it.

   When finally I was naked I started trying on clothes.  I started with
the blouses because they were the items that were first on the hooks.  I
tried on each of the sheer blouses and buttoned them with shaking fingers.
Then I stepped out of the booth and turned for my mother's approval.

   She tried to keep her face expressionless but I thought it was obvious
that she was doing this under duress.  I thought that it must also be
obvious that I was also.  But no one seemed to care.  There were now three
couples, two lone women and one lone man watching my little strip show. 
They couldn't help but notice that I was underage or that I was doing this
against my will.  Sure, no one was holding a gun to my head.  But they
should have known from the look on my face that I didn't want to be here.
And they should have seen that these clothes were totally inappropriate for
someone my age.

   I don't know what they suspected but I know that they were smiling and
discussing each item I tried on.  They also made a lot of remarks about the
parts of me that weren't covered.  I had wished in the past that I had a
more heavy growth of pubic hair.  But I had never wished it like I did at
this moment.  I knew that they could see my slit.  I even heard them
comment on how tight and virginal it looked!

   But the show went on.  I tried on all the tops.  I had known when I saw
them that they were revealing.  But when I saw what they looked like on me
I realized that I had underestimated just how much of me was going to be
exposed.  I was pretty sure that I could get arrested in several of these
things!

   I had just about gotten used to parading around bottomless by the time I
finished trying on tops.  Well, getting used to it might be a little
strong. I was starting to be able to breathe again.  Then it was time to
try on the little skirts and parade around topless.  The level of
humiliation was jacked right back up to full blast.

   I didn't think it was necessary to try on all of the skirts.  There was
hardly any difference between them.  But mom said I had to.

   Then it was time to try on the little black dress.  It was extremely
sexy but it was incredibly beautiful too.  I had some unbelievably mixed
emotions about putting it on.  I thought that it was a very pretty and very
adult dress.  I actually couldn't wait to see how I looked in it.  But I
still hated this modeling I was forced to do and was leery of the dress
because I thought it unlikely that I would be allowed to wear anything that
didn't put far too much of me on display for the general public.

   But I had no more options now than when I came in here an hour or so
ago. I pulled the dress on.  There was nothing to zip or button.  The top
was two little strips of cloth that came up over the center of my breasts,
only just barely covering my nipples, and tied around behind the back of my
neck.  Once it was tied in place I looked down.

   Both sides of both breasts were exposed.  I tried to spread the pleated
material but it wouldn't stay in place that way.  It gathered over the
center of my breasts and no matter what I did it only just covered my
nipples.  It was as short as the micro miniskirts I had tried on but there
was something else that I hadn't been aware of until I tried it on.  The
back was scooped so low that the top two or three inches of my butt was
exposed.

   I turned my back to the mirror in the booth.  I could see the top two
inches of my butt crack!  It looked nasty!  Not my butt, I mean the dress
looked obscene.  It could only be described as slutty.  Everything I had
tried on had been slutty but this was above and beyond.  But then I
remembered the bathing suits and suddenly the dress didn't seem so bad.

   After I stepped out of the booth and modeled the dress, and received a
round of applause, I went back in and started taking it off.  As I stepped
out of it and hung it back up I suddenly was struck by the thought that
Sean was spending a lot of money on slutty clothes.  This could not be just
for outfits for me to wear in his backyard.  He had something far more evil
in mind.  As soon as I realized it though, I chased the thought from my
mind.  Whatever it was I didn't want to know.

   I was standing and looking down at the lingerie and the bathing suits
now.  I was still not used to walking out of this booth all but naked and
entertaining the crowd.  In a way that was silly because they were watching
me during every change of clothing that I made.  But I had an imaginary
safety zone inside the booth.  Stepping out made me vulnerale again.  Like
I said, silly.

   It didn't matter which of the remaining articles I put on next.  They
were tiny and covered almost nothing.  I just wanted to do this and get it
over with.  I put on the first bra and I was surprised to realize that my
hands were no longer shaking.  And the blood was no longer pounding in my
ears.  But I wasn't having fun yet either.

   I modeled one bra after another until they had all had their turn in the
light.  Then I tried on the panties as quickly as possible.  Many of them
were thongs and they were all tiny and did more to highlight my sex than to
cover it.  But then, that was the purpose of nearly everything I had tried
on.

   And then it was just the suits.  I put the first bikini top on and
modeled it.  Then I took it off and modeled the tiny thong that went with
it.  I was shocked when I stepped back into the booth and took it off and
realized that the material was damp.  I hoped no one had noticed.  But I
didn't understand.  I was not excited by what I was being forced to do.  I
had never been so humiliated in my life.  I didn't understand why my pussy
was getting damp.  I didn't feel like I was aroused.  I felt like a piece
of meat.

   I put it out of my mind.  It was just one more facet of my humiliation.
I tried on the other suit.  It was identical to the first but in a
different bright color.  Then there was one item left.  That strange
collection of string and cloth that I didn't think I would be able to
figure out.

   It had a card attached with instructions but they just didn't make
sense. I stood with my back to my audience and held the suit up and tried
to figure it out.  I read the card again and still it made no sense.  There
was only one thing left to do.  I had already shown everyone out there
everything that I had but for some strange reason stepping out there naked
and dressing in the middle of a crowd was much worse.

   My mother must have gone through the same humiliation only last week.  I
could see that she understood and that she sympathized.  That helped a
little but only just a very little.

   I gave up and walked over to her with the suit in my hand and confusion
in my face.  She gave me a wry smile and took the suit from me.  She
rearranged a bunch of strings and turned it around and bent over holding it
open for me to step into.

   I put one leg through the hole she had made and then she lined the other
leg up for me.  She pulled the suit up and lined what very little wispy
cloth there was with my slit.  Then she made some more adjustments and
pulled the top up.  It consisted almost entirely of thin string and the top
of it went around my neck and was tied tight.  Then my mom turned me around
and rested the two remaining patches of cloth over my nipples.  The strings
were pulled tight and the crotch piece seemed to be working itself into my
slit.  It was only an inch wide, if that, and I feared that it would soon
disappear inside of me completely.

   The two little patches over my nipples were pulled tight and the cloth
stretched to the point that even dry and in this dim light in the store
they were nearly invisible.  All of a sudden I longed for the bathing suits
that my mother had insisted I wear.  The granny suits as I called them.

   I turned and modeled the suit and then, to the sound of applause, I
returned to the booth and took the suit off.  I started to put on the
clothes that I had worn when I came in and turned to see that everyone
still watching.  Fucking perverts!

   Mom stopped me when I started putting my clothes on.  She reached into
the clothes hanging up and pulled out one of the tiny skirts and a crop top
and told me to put them on.

   When I was dressed mom came over and helped me gather up all the clothes
and we went to the counter to check out.  The redhead congratulated me on
my beautiful body and said that I had looked stunning in the clothes I had
selected.  I had nothing to say to that.

   She took the tags off the clothes I was wearing and she rang everything
up.  I gaped at the total in disbelief.  I wasn't paying any attention to
the prices when we had gone through selecting these slut clothes.  And I
was far too humiliated when I was trying them on and modeling to notice how
much they cost.  So when she totaled it all up and I saw that these tiny
pieces of cloth that I didn't want to wear cost nearly eight hundred
dollars my jaw dropped almost to the floor.

   The redhead saw my expression and laughed.  As she was putting
everything in bags she said, "Sweetheart, you are beautiful.  You are well
worth the money."

   She didn't seem to realize that I was going to be raped this afternoon.
But then, how could she know that?

   All of the clothes I had tried on fit easily in four large bags.  We
carried them out to the car and put them in the trunk.  Then we sat in the
front seat with the air conditioner on and stared straight ahead, both of
us lost in thought.  I tried to ignore that the slightest move I made would
expose my pussy.  This skirt was not made to protect one's modesty and they
did not seem to take sitting down into consideration either.

   Mom finally put the car in gear and I said in a quiet, flat voice, "For
the first time ever I understand the phrase, `I need a drink.' I don't
think I will ever be the same."

   Mom replied, "I know.  I still have nightmares of last Friday when he
made me do it.  Even with everything that has happened since, and some bad
things have happened since, I think that was the worst.  So many people saw
me naked.  And they must have known that I hated it and that I was doing it
against my will.  I don't understand them."

   I wasn't paying attention at first.  I assumed that we were going home
now.  I was surprised and disappointed when I realized that we weren't. 
This part of town was still unfamiliar.  I looked around and asked, "Where
are we going now?"

   Mom sighed and replied, "One more stop baby.  I have to buy you a pair
of high heels, a pair of very high heels."

   Oh crap!  I forgot about the shoes.  I looked down at my lap and tried
to imagine trying on shoes in this skirt.  I wasn't comfortable with the
picture that came to mind.

   Mom drove for ten more minutes and then exclaimed, "Shit!  I know it's
around here somewhere!"

   She circled around the block a few times and finally pulled into a
parking place on the street.  She put some money in the meter and I
followed her a half a block to a sleazy looking shoe store.  Well, not just
shoes, they also sold other leather stuff.  I didn't know what half of it
was but the things I recognized made me nervous just to be in the room with
them.

   A fat old guy looked up when we came in and smiled.  He called out,
"Good morning cunts!  I was expecting you."

   I glanced at mom.  This did not bode well.

   He pointed to a seat and we sat facing the front of the little store. 
He came around and looked at me and smiled.  No, that isn't right.  He
didn't smile.  He leered.  I suddenly felt even dirtier than I had when I
was parading around nearly naked in Sweet Nothings.

   He bent down and I struggled to hold my skirt in place as he picked up
one of my feet and looked at it.  He ran his hand over it and up over my
ankle and then he asked, "What is your shoe size little cunt?"

   It was kind of weird.  He was saying the nastiest things in the
friendliest tone of voice.  It was like we had stepped into some kind of
Bizarro shoe store!

   I told him what my size was the last time I had bought shoes and he
heard that I was unsure when I answered him.  He pulled up one of those
little benches they use in shoe stores and sat down facing me.

   He stared at my legs for a long moment before he reached down and lifted
one leg up and slipped my sandal off.  It had not been necessary.  I could
have just stepped out of it.  But he lifted my leg almost chest high and
slowly lifted my sandal off and dropped it beside him.  He leered at me and
then he looked at my mother.

   She seemed to come to her senses and she said, "Lisa, I forgot.  I'm
sorry.  I was so distraught when I came in here that I forgot the rules. 
Put your hands on the armrests and don't move them unless instructed to do
so."

   I groaned at the prospect of the humiliation that was about to be heaped
on me.  But I did what mom had suggested earlier and tried to concentrate
on why I had to do these things.

   I put my arms up on the armrests and the fat old clerks eyes lit up as
my tiny skirt fell away and he had a clear view of my pussy.  He stared at
it for a moment and in his polite, friendly, slightly accented voice he
said, "I don't get many virgins in here.  Lovely!  Simply lovely!  Your
master is such a lucky man!"

   He finally put my foot down and repeated the process with my other foot.
By the time he had removed my other sandal my skirt had lifted enough that
half of my pubic patch was exposed.

   He stared for a little longer and then he pulled one of those measuring
devices from under my chair and rested it on the floor in front of me.  He
instructed me to stand and his hand guided my foot to the device.  Then it
glided slowly up the inside of my leg and came to rest between my thighs,
pressing right up against my pussy!

   I made a strangled little squeaky noise when he touched me and he smiled
up at me.  He said, "You have beautiful legs, cunt, and beautiful feet. 
They are so soft and tender and smooth.  Your toes look positively
delicious!"

   What a fucking freak!!!

   He finally leaned down and with one hand he took my measurement.  His
other hand remained in place between my legs.

   He measured the other foot and with obvious reluctance he removed his
hands from my body and stood up.  He said, "You can sit down again, cunt."

   It was totally strange the way he said that in such a polite and almost
solicitous voice!  It almost made me laugh!

   He was gone for only a couple of minutes.  He returned with two shoe
boxes in his arms and sat back down.  He took his time and placed the first
pair of shoes on my feet.  There were long leather straps that came up and
wound around my ankle and calf several times and then buckled in place.

   I didn't know much about kinky, but I knew that this was kinky.  I had
never seen a shoe like this before.  And the heel!  I had only ever worn
flats.  I had never worn a high heel in my life and I was about to start
with a six inch heel!

   He asked me to stand once he had the shoes on and I couldn't even get
out of my chair.

   He smiled and stood up and then offered me his hand.  I took it and with
more than a little effort he was able to get me up on the shoes.

   Never mind that I couldn't stand without holding on to something.  They
hurt!  My feet were being squeezed down into the pointy toes as I stood
there and it hurt like hell!

   I told him that and he just smiled and said, "Yes, awful isn't it. 
Maybe you'll cry."

   There was something wrong with this moron!  I started to wonder if he
was George Bush's older fatter brother!

   I was really hurting but when I tried to sit down he clamped down on my
arm and shook his head.  I looked up at him and he said, "Now you learn to
walk, cunt."

   He put his arm around my waist and he placed his hand just beneath and
pressing up against my boob.

   He said, "Come on cunt, one step at a time.  You'll learn.  It's good
for you.  It makes your ass look fantastic.  It fucks up your feet.  But it
makes your ass look so fuckable.  Men love it."

   I thought to myself, "Oh well, in that case.  As long as it will make my
ass look fuckable that's all that matters!"

   Fortunately I was in too much pain to actually speak.  I started walking
slowly while he all but carried me around the small room.  We walked in a
circle and as we walked his hand was slowly creeping up over my boob.  I
honestly didn't care at this point.  My legs were feeling like they were
going to start cramping and my toes were screaming in pain.  I was not the
picture of grace.  My ankles wobbled around like I had never walked before.
I just didn't think that it was possible that I would be able to walk in
these things, ever!

   He was quietly encouraging me and he refused to let me stop and rest. 
When I all but insisted that I couldn't go on he stopped in front of a
collection of small leather whips and picked one up.  He swished it back
and forth in front of my face a few times and said, "You must learn to
walk. I don't want to hurt you.  You are a pretty little cunt.  I love your
toes.  But if I don't make you walk we are both in deep shit.  Better I
hurt you and make you walk.  So you walk."

   I noticed two things.  He had a hard on now.  And his accent seemed to
be getting thicker.  That was probably just a coincidence though.

   I stared at the little black whip for a second and decided that my toes
would have to adjust.  He continued to march me around until my ankles
seemed to have gotten the hang of it.  He relaxed his grip on my boob and
my waist and gradually turned me loose.  I was still not graceful but I
wasn't falling down.  My toes were screaming still, but not as loudly.  I
made two circuits of the room on my own and he said, "That's good.  You
practice at home and pretty soon no sweat."

   I had come to a stop in front of him and he said, "Turn around, face the
back."

   I turned my back to him and he said, "Lift skirt.  Let me see ass."

   I obeyed with so much ease that it bothered me.

   I lifted my skirt in the back and held it up.  He said, "I told you
cunt. Your ass looks so fuckable!"

   He stared at my ass for a minute and then he said, "Okay cunt.  Sit
down."

   I turned and took my seat again and as he returned to the bench in front
of me and lifted my legs I suddenly became aware that there were four boys
about my age staring in through the large plate glass window.  They had
just seen my ass!

   They were all grinning and I couldn't hear them but I could see them
talking excitedly and I didn't need a lot of imagination to figure out what
they were saying.

   The clerk just smiled and said, "See.  Those boys would love to fuck
your ass."

   He lifted my leg again and I remembered to put my arms back on the
armrests.  He smiled and took his time removing the strap and taking my
shoe off.  It was instant relief when he removed the shoe.  I gasped in
pain and then sighed deeply as the relief washed over me.  I had an idea
now what it must have been like for those poor oriental women who were
forced to bind their feet.

   I tried not to look at the boys out front but they were ducking down and
moving over to try to see my pussy.  I couldn't tell how much they could
see and I didn't really want to know since there was nothing that I could
do about it.

   He picked my other leg up and once more he took his sweet time removing
the shoe.  He held my leg in place dropped the pointy shoe into the box. 
Then he massaged my foot for a second and I saw that he still had a hard
on. I had to wonder if it was because he could see my pussy or because he
was getting off on rubbing my fucking foot.  The trouble was, as gross as
this guy was he was funny.  I had to struggle not to laugh at him.

   He got a little less funny when, after he finished massaging my foot he
slid his hand slowly up my leg and his fingers came to rest against my
pussy again.  I knew that the boys outside could see well enough to know
what he was doing.  I just gripped the armrest until my knuckles turned
white and waited to find out what kind of torture I would be subjected to
when he opened the second shoe box that he had brought out.

   I had a long wait.  He played with my pussy for a long time and his eyes
kept flittering between my face, my tits, my pussy and my toes.  The poor
moron didn't know what he wanted to fuck!

   He finally sighed and let my foot down.  My skirt stayed in place above
my pubic hair now.

   He reached down to open the second box and when he did the boys must
have gotten a clear view of my pussy.  The excitement level out there rose
noticeably.  I was surprised that they didn't come in for a closer look. 
Surprised but relieved.

   The clerk reached into the second shoe box and pulled out a sandal.  I
was surprised that it wasn't another freaky looking shoe.  It had an
outrageously high heel, about the same as the shoe I had just tried on, but
it didn't have that horrible pointy toe.  I was worried about keeping it on
since there was just a small strap over the lower portion of my foot just
above my toes that would hold it in place.

   He slipped them both on, using that same method of lifting my feet to
his chest and slowly putting the shoes in place.  Then he stood and helped
me to my feet once more.

   His arm circled my waist and once more his hand came to rest on my tit.
He gave it a friendly little squeeze and he smiled and said, "Okay pretty
little cunt.  Let's walk some more."

   The sandals were more comfortable sitting than standing.  But they were
far and away more comfortable than the first pair of shoes I had tried on.
We circled the store a couple of times and he let me loose.  This time I
did much better.  I still wasn't graceful but I was starting to get the
hang of it.  Walking in the sandals wasn't nearly as painful as those first
shoes.

   I walked around the store a couple of times and he said, "Okay cunt. 
That's good.  Come here now.  Show me fuckable ass again."

   I glanced at the boys in the window but then I ignored them and stood in
front of the clerk.  I lifted my skirt and this time I heard the hoots and
whistles from the boys as the clerk stared at my ass and said, "God damn
fuckable ass alright!  Next time I see you we gonna fuck little cunt.  You
come back you won't be virgin and we fuck for sure."

   I couldn't figure out where the hell he was from.  I had never heard
that accent before.  And even if he did have an accent he still sounded
like a moron.

   He made me sit down again and he replaced the new sandals with my old
ones.  He put my feet back down and spread my legs open.  He lifted my
skirt a little higher and then he stared at my face and slowly lifted my
crop top over my tits.

   I held onto the armrests for dear life and tried desperately to ignore
the hoots from outside.

   The clerk stood up and said, "Pretty little virgin cunt, you don't move.
Not one inch.  If you move you gonna be sorry so much!"

   Then he grabbed my mother's arm and said, "Come on pretty mama cunt.  We
go look for shoes in the back room."

   My mother let him pull her along but I heard her say, "But those boys!
They are going to..."

   He interrupted, "Those boys won't fuck her.  They know better."

   I heard a door open and then slam shut in the back of the store.  As
soon as the door slammed the boys lifted their faces from the glass and
rushed in through the wide open door.  They gathered in front of me and
stared at me quietly for a few long moments.

   Then they started talking about my body and the things that they would
like to do to it.

   The largest of the four boys walked around the chairs and stood behind
me.  He leaned over and said, "Old Ivan gets sluts in here all the time
buying weird shit.  I never saw a girl as young as you in here before.  How
old are you?"

   I didn't know if I had to answer him but I knew I wasn't supposed to
move.  So when his hand came around in front of me and his fingers began
pinching my nipple I gasped and exclaimed, "Sixteen!  I'm sixteen!  That
hurts!"

   He laughed quietly and said, "Of course it hurts stupid.  That's why I
did it.  If you don't want it to hurt stop playing games and answer me when
I ask you something."

   His hand was still holding my tit and squeezing it.  But at least he
wasn't hurting me now.

   I felt his lips on my ear.  He didn't kiss me he just moved his lips
over my ear and toyed with my tit while his three friends stood in front of
me and enjoyed the view of my exposed privates.

   But then, they aren't really private anymore, are they?

   He asked me another question in that quiet, teasing voice and before I
could answer his fingers moved back to my nipple.  My nipples were both
erect and they thought that was amusing.  It made me furious.  But there
was nothing I could do about it.

   He asked me why I was in here buying slut shoes.  His fingers started to
clamp down on my nipples and I answered immediately to forestall any
further pain.  I said, "I was sent her by my master to get them!"

   He asked, "Who's the broad that went in the back with Ivan?"

   I groaned as he started to clamp down but I answered in time.  He let up
as I quickly exclaimed, "My mom!  It's my mother!"

   He chuckled and asked, "No shit!  Your fucking mother brought you in to
buy slut shoes and let old Ivan feel you up and show you off?  That's
pretty fucking hot!"

   He asked me a few more question.  He wanted to know what grade I was
going to be in and what school I went to.  His last question before Ivan
came back out with my obviously well fucked mother was, "How many men have
fucked you?"

   He didn't believe me when I said that I was a virgin.  He reached down
and started to slide his finger into my pussy when he heard the door open
in back.  Under his breath he said, "Shit!" Then he straightened up and
said, "I'll look for you next year slut."

   I wasn't convinced that he went to school at all.  If he did it was
probably not to my school.  We were on the other side of town and they had
their own high school over here.  But I had more to worry about in my life
right now than this juvenile delinquent.

   He and his friends slowly and calmly walked out of the store and stood
around watching us through the window again.

   Ivan put the shoes he had selected for me back into their boxes and
handed them to me.  I noticed that no money changed hands here.  Apparently
Ivan traded leather goods for sex with his customers.

   I saw the pained look in my mother's face.  By now she must have been
emotionally devastated.  The things that she was having to do in the last
week since Sean had taken over her life had to be tearing her up inside. 
Being forced to put me on display in a clothing store and then fucking a
dirty old man for a couple pairs of shoes were concepts that would have
been totally foreign to her a week ago.

   We left then.  I followed her out of the store and as we passed the boys
outside I saw two of them fall in on either side of her.  The other two
fell in beside me and as we walked down the nearly deserted street the boys
freely groped our asses.  I suppose that after what they had seen in the
store they figured we were fair game.  Apparently they were correct.  My
mother ignored them and I took my cue from her.

   It was harder for me though.  I was wearing that tiny skirt and the boys
had their hands resting directly on my bare skin.

   We finally reached our car and mom opened the trunk.  We put the shoes
in.  Then mom looked at her watch and swore.  She sounded panicky when she
said, "Oh shit!  We took too long.  We're going to be late!"

   The boys stood on the sidewalk and watched us now.  Mom dug around in
one of the bags and pulled out one of my new bikinis and grabbed the box
with the sandals in it.  We got in the car and I saw that it was almost
twelve-thirty.  We were supposed to be at Sean's house at one.  We had
spent too much time trying on clothes and it had taken me too long to learn
how to walk in the new shoes.

   We drove off and as soon as we were on the road mom said, "Put the suit
and your new sandals on." Her voice was tense and she was obviously more
than nervous, she was scared.

   I struggled to change clothes as discreetly as possible as we sped down
the highway.  It wasn't until I was wearing the tiny little suit that it
occurred to me to ask, "You mean I'm going to have to wear this outside?!
Mom, what if someone sees me?!"

   She voice sounded dull, lifeless, hopeless as she responded, "What does
it matter.  We have no choice.  If we don't do what he wants..."

   There was a long pause and finally she finished her thought.  "If we
don't do what he wants he punishes us.  Trust me Lisa.  You do not want to
be punished."

   It began to look like it wouldn't be a problem anyway.  In an attempt to
get back in time mom was driving like it was the last lap of the Daytona
500 and she was about to come in second.  She was trying to pass every car
on the road.

   I was looking out the windshield trying to figure out how long I had to
live.  It was just a question of which car we were going to hit and when.
Every few seconds I glanced at the clock in the dashboard and all the while
I was wondering what the doctors and nurses at the hospital were going to
think when they wheeled my torn and twisted body into the emergency room in
this bathing suit.  It was not a pretty picture.

   Somehow we made it though.  We pulled into our driveway with two minutes
to spare.  We carried my new clothes inside and mom tore off her clothes
and put on a bathing suit that was identical to the one that I wore except
for the color.  She put on a pair of matching high heel sandals and we
teetered over to Sean's gate.

   When we got there it must have been exactly one.  I waited for mom to
open the gate or knock or something but she just stood there with her head
down and waited.  I waited impatiently with her.  I didn't want to go
inside that yard but I was listening carefully for any sign that there was
someone on the street or sidewalk behind me.  I was nearly as scared of
being seen in this outfit by a neighbor as I was of what was going to
happen once we entered that yard.  I was so aware that from the back my
mother and I must both appear to be naked.  Hell!  From the back we were
naked!

   He must have kept us waiting there for close to five minutes.  I didn't
hear anyone walk past on the sidewalk behind us but I heard several cars
pass and I prayed that they didn't see us and that they were no one that we
knew.

   Sean finally opened the back gate and after looking us over he turned
and walked away as if we didn't even exist.  The arrogant bastard!

   He returned to his seat on the patio and we followed him after mom
closed the gate.

   He ignored my mother at first.  He waited until I was standing in front
of him and he stared at my all but naked body and in a conversational voice
he asked, "Did you enjoy your shopping trip?"

   Yeah, right!  Like that was possible!

   I kept my head down though and answered quietly but truthfully, "No
master.  It was humiliating."

   He grinned and said, "That was the point, cunt.  But I'm told that you
did very well today.  The other customers were extremely pleased by your
performance.  And Ivan called to rave about you.  He can't wait until you
need another pair of shoes or a nice leather outfit.  You impressed him
with your sweet young virginal body.  He wants to fuck you so badly.  I
almost feel sorry for him."

   He surprised us when he didn't immediately tear my suit off and separate
me from my virginity.  Instead, he sat back and relaxed and said, "I want
you two to splash around in the pool for a while.  Cool off and relax. 
I'll call you out when I'm ready for you."

   Mom responded, "Yes master," and we went to the steps and waded into the
pool until we were up to our necks.  The cool water did feel good and we
relaxed a little.  I looked down through the water and I saw that the
brightly colored patches of our suits had all but disappeared.  The
splashes of color served only to call attention to the parts of our bodies
that were supposed to be covered in public.

   We floated around together but we couldn't talk openly.  I had nothing
to say that I wanted Sean to hear.  There were things that I might have
asked my mother, if I could get up the nerve.  But a lot of them were about
him.  So we were quiet, just staying close together for comfort.

   I glanced at Sean out of the corner of my eye from time to time.  I
didn't understand why he was delaying the inevitable.  He was ignoring us
though.  He was sitting back with his feet up and sipping on a beer as if
he hadn't a care in the world.

   I soon found out why my virginity remained intact.  The doorbell rang
and he answered it using the intercom by the patio door.  A moment later
two men came in through the house carrying large cases.

   They glanced our way as they came into the yard but didn't pay us much
attention.

   Sean went over and greeted them and they talked quietly for a few
minutes.  Then they opened their cases and pulled out large, professional
looking movie cameras.  They plugged in a bunch of wires from the cameras
to some kind of metal connection box by the patio door.  When the men were
ready, Sean came over to the side of the pool and told us what he wanted us
to do.

   He ordered us to get out of the pool, put our high heels back on and,
acting as if there were no cameras around we were to stretch and pose in
natural poses, allowing the cameras to get a good look at us.  Then I was
to move over to stand in front of Sean.

   My mother was ordered to remove the two tiny garments I was wearing,
caress my tits for a minute and then he would take over.

   Mom and I glanced at each other uncomfortably.  It was bad enough that I
was about to be raped by this son of a bitch.  But in front of an audience!
And recorded!  What was he going to do with those movies?

   Mom headed for the steps and when I was slow to follow she grabbed my
hand and pulled me along.  We climbed out of the pool, hand in hand and I
saw that for all intents and purposes we were both naked.

   We slipped our new sandals on.  The ones that made our asses "look so
fuckable" according to Ivan.  We tried to ignore the cameras as we shook
the water off of our bodies and posed self-consciously, trying to act as if
what we were doing were perfectly natural.

   After a few minutes my mother took me by the hand and led me over to
stand in front of Sean.  She moved behind me and untied my top.  As it fell
away she grabbed it and dropped it on the table beside him.  Then she
teasingly pulled at the bows on my hips.  They came loose and my bottoms
fell away.

   After dropping the bottom of my suit on the table my mother reached
around me and gently teased my tits.  I was so nervous about being touched
this way by my own mother and by the fact that two men were seemingly
sucking all of the air out of the backyard with those large cameras that I
almost was able to not think about Sean.

   I wasn't able to ignore him for long though.  After watching my mother
tease my tits right in front of his face for several minutes he stood up
and ordered me to undress him.  He was wearing only a sport shirt which was
unbuttoned and hanging open and a pair of trunks.

   His body held no surprises for me after yesterday.  But still I despised
him and had no desire to do the things that he was about to make me do.  I
remembered my mother's advice to concentrate on the reason that I had to do
this.  I also remembered his warnings about hesitating and I began moving
immediately.  I reached up and pulled his shirt off of his broad shoulders
and set it on the table near my suit.

   I reached down and began to work his trunks down.  His cock was not
totally soft, but it was nowhere near hard.  I pulled the front of his suit
out and away from his cock in front and worked it down past his knees.  I
pushed it down to the patio floor and he stepped out of it.

   When I stood back up he looked me in the eye and said with that arrogant
smile of his plastered all over his face, "I watched you closely last night
with your brother.  I saw how badly you wanted to fuck him, and how much
you wanted to suck his cock.  You horny little bitch.  Well, after today
you'll be able to.  In fact, I encourage it.  But I'm going to be your
first.  Pull a cushion over here and let me teach you how to be a good
cocksucker little girl."

   The cameras zoomed in as I knelt between his legs and reached out once
more to grasp his cock.  I had thought that after holding it yesterday and
after bringing my brother to orgasm twice last night I would not be so
nervous.  That was not the case.  Sean still scared me and his cock was
larger and uglier than Brad's.  The cameras seemed to amplify the fear and
humiliation that I was experiencing.  They were so intrusive!

   The cameras didn't seem to bother Sean though.  He ignored them and
said, "Okay little girl, the first thing you need to do is skin back my
foreskin and gently lick the head of my cock.  Sometimes dirt and sweat and
drops of piss and other bodily fluids collect under the foreskin and they
need to be cleaned out.  My favorite method of cleaning my cock is in a
fucking cunt's mouth."

   I stared at the very tip of his cock which was peeking out from under
his foreskin.  It was leaking lubricant and it looked pretty gross.  I
started to lean forward slowly and he asked quietly, "Are you hesitating,
you little bitch?"

   I paused long enough to respond, "No sir."

   I had been but I didn't now.  I could smell his cock as my face drew
close.  It wasn't a foul smell exactly, but he smelled of sweat.  I suppose
he was reasonably clean but it was a hot day and he had been sweating.

   I finally touched the tip of my tongue to the head of his cock.  I moved
my tongue over it before dredging up the courage to gently pull the
foreskin away from it.  I didn't look.  I didn't want to see the crud that
was there, if there was any.  I stared at his stomach as I swirled my
tongue around his cock for a few minutes.

   I felt his eyes staring at me and I was constantly aware of the cameras
catching every debasing act I was forced to perform in great detail.

   Before he continued with my cocksucking lesson he ordered my mother to
remove her suit and then to kneel beside me.  When she was in place he
said, "Okay cunt.  It will be easier for your little girl to learn how to
suck cocks properly if she gets turned on.  Don't you agree?"

   My mother quickly answered, "Yes master."

   Sean grinned and said, "Since she is only sixteen and a stupid virgin
she is going to need all of the help she can get.  I want you to reach
between her legs and see if you can raise her excitement level a bit.  And
I am going to fuck her soon and enjoy taking her virginity.  She will need
all of the moisture she can wring out of that little pussy to take my big
cock.  You know what to do."

   I felt my mother's hand as she gently worked it between my legs from
behind and then began to tease my pussy with her fingertips.  At first I
was so turned off by the idea of being touched there by my mother that it
had the opposite of the desired effect.  Before very long though, the
sensations started to become very pleasant and all but irresistible.  I
realized once more that being aroused made these kinds of things easier to
do.

   Sean returned his attention to me and said, "I'm not going to cum in
your mouth this time cunt.  I'm going to cum in your pussy when I rape you
in a few minutes.  And I know that, since this is the first time you have
sucked a cock you won't be very good at it.  You won't be able to take it
into your throat, yet.  But I had better see some enthusiasm.  I won't
settle for a dispassionate blowjob.  I want my cocksuckers to really throw
themselves into their work."

   He said, "Okay bitch.  You can stop concentrating on the head now. 
Start sliding your lips down the shaft as far as you can.  I want to feel
your tongue, but I had better not feel your teeth if you don't want to eat
through a straw for the rest of your life."

   His cock had been growing as I licked the head and it felt like it was
fully erect now.  I thought that the head of it pretty well filled my mouth
but I had to try to please him.  The alternative was unimaginable.

   I wrapped my lips around his cock just past the head.  I started slowly
sliding my lips down and gently moving my hand on the shaft the way my
mother had taught me yesterday.

   I had hardly moved my head at all before I started to gag.  I knew from
what I had seen yesterday that he would not abide a gagging cocksucker. 
The terror didn't seem to help though.

   My mother leaned closer and whispered, "Sweetheart.  Swallow before you
slide your mouth down over his cock.  It takes some practice but once you
get the hang of it you won't gag like that."

   It didn't help that she sounded as scared as I was.  But I tried it and
after a few attempts I found that I was taking nearly half of his fat cock
into my mouth without gagging.  I had heard the term deep throat before.  I
knew what it was.  I was certain though that it was a skill which I would
never acquire.  There was no way this monstrous slab of meat was going any
farther into my mouth than it was already.  I was struggling to handle what
I had in my mouth now!

   He let me work on his cock for several minutes before he pushed my head
away and ordered me to stand.  I got up and stepped back as he stood in
front of me.  He moved his beer and his watch and his wallet from the patio
table and set them on the deck nearby.  Then he picked me up and set me on
the table, right in the wet spot where his beer had been.

   I winced at the cold but said nothing.  Sean pushed me onto my back on
the table and spread my legs as far as they would go.  He lifted them up
and ordered my mother to move to the other side of the table and hold my
legs in place.

   It was a very humiliating position.  I was totally exposed and helpless.

   Sean sat back down in his chair and leaned forward.  He examined my
pussy and then he began to use his tongue on it.  What Brad had done last
night had been fantastic but Sean knew what he was doing!  His tongue
explored my virgin opening and teased all the most sensitive areas and even
though I fought it I started becoming very, very turned on.  What my mother
had been doing earlier with her hand was nice, pleasant.  This was
exciting.

   I had one camera pointed at my face and another at my pussy as he ate me
to orgasm several times.  Then he stretched my pussy open as far as
possible and one of the cameras came in for a super close-up.  I didn't
realize at first that they were getting a shot of my hymen!

   Oh well.  It was just one more humiliation in what was becoming a life
of humiliations.

   Once they had photographed my insides the camera moved out of the way
and my mother continued to hold my legs out of the way to facilitate my
rape.

   Sean moved between my legs and his cock came to rest on my very wet
slit. He didn't put it in me at first.  He moved it back and forth and the
stimulation of that hot, fleshy rod on my slit was irresistible, but I was
still uncomfortable with the idea of that very large thing entering me.  I
couldn't deny though that it felt very nice sliding up and down through my
slit and gently moving over my blood engorged clit.

   He did that for several minutes.  He was watching my face and I knew
that he saw how much he was turning me on and that it amused him.  I didn't
want to be seen to give in to him.  I couldn't help it though.  I was
aroused and as much as I hated this man and feared his cock I still wanted
something inside of me.  I would have preferred that it be just about
anyone but this man or his kinky friends.  A boy from school would have
been nice.  Even my brother would have been better than this.  But it was
going to be Sean.

   I felt the pleasant sensation stop and he pressed the head of his cock
into my opening.  I closed my eyes and despite my arousal I felt myself
tensing up.  Sean said, "Open your eyes, cunt.  The camera wants to record
your soul when I burst through your hymen."

   I thought, "What a horrible thing!  The most private moment of my life
and they want to turn it into porn."

   But I opened my eyes.  I didn't look at the cameraman who was recording
my face.  I stared up at the awning over the deck and tried to force myself
to relax as Sean slowly forced his cock inside of me.

   I felt my pussy expanding as his cock entered me and it was
uncomfortable, but even so I couldn't help being aroused by the sensations
it evoked as it stretched me almost beyond my body's ability to cope.  I
had to remind myself that my pussy was blessed with the ability to stretch
wide enough to accommodate the birth of a child.  It helped to ease the
fear.

   He was teasing me, entering me so slowly, forcing me to continue to
anticipate that moment when his cock tore through my hymen and everything
changed.  I had expected it to be a rapid and violent event.  But it
wasn't. He was moving in and out of me at a snail's pace, entering me a
fraction farther each time.  But then I felt the pressure inside me as the
head of his cock finally came into contact with my hymen.

   He smiled at my mother and said, "I can feel it.  I feel your baby
girl's cherry being stretched by the head of my cock."

   I tensed up again and I glanced at is face for the first time in several
minutes.  The pleasure in his face was sickening.  This entire situation
was sickening.  I was being violated by a man that I despised while my
mother held my legs up and out obscenely and two strange men recorded every
horrible moment of my degradation, most probably for the entertainment of
men all over the world.  I didn't doubt that this movie would soon be for
sale on the internet.  As I had that thought it occurred to me how the
clothing my mother had picked out for me today was being paid for!

   Sean withdrew and then plunged his cock back into me several times,
stopping when he felt the head of his cock stretching my hymen each time. I
wanted to scream at him to get it over with.  But I also wanted to beg him
not to do it.  I ended up laying there, a bundle of ragged nerves, waiting
for the inevitable.

   And then it came.  I didn't cry out.  My body tensed, my eyes got wide
and I felt every nerve in my body seem to contract in pain as he finally
shredded that thin barrier with his large cock.  It was done.  I was no
longer a virgin.  I suddenly felt very sad.  I shed a few quick tears of
regret but I didn't cry.  I refused to give him the satisfaction.  I lay
there under him as he leaned over me with his cock buried all the way
inside of me and I fought to keep my feelings from showing.

   He spoke to my mother again, taunting her.  "Your baby has such a hot,
tight cunt.  I hope it doesn't get stretched out too soon by all of the
cocks I'm going to let use it."

   I tried to ignore what he was saying.  I concentrated instead on the
stuffed feeling in my pussy.  It didn't hurt when he wasn't moving.  But
after a long moment he began to slowly move his cock in and out of me and
at first I could feel the place inside of me that had been torn.  It was
unpleasant but it was a bearable pain.  The pain was slowly easing though.
With each stroke it seemed to be fading away.

   I noticed that once the pain retreated, the sensation of being filled
and stretched by a large cock began to get very pleasant.  I was never in
any danger of achieving orgasm though.  I just held on and stared at the
awning, trying not to see the pain in my mother's face or the arrogant but
ecstatic look on the face of my rapist.  And I was still trying to imagine
that the cameras didn't exist.

   Sean fucked me harder and faster and towards the end he was leaning over
me grunting and swearing and his sweat was dripping off of him and onto my
ravaged body.  I could tell that it was almost over and I just concentrated
on that.

   And then it was over.  He attacked me with several long brutal strokes
and finally I felt him cumming inside of me.  I couldn't feel his cum.  I
felt his cock throbbing and I felt his body shivering as if he were cold. I
knew that his slime was shooting out of his cock and contaminating my
insides though.  I shivered in revulsion at the idea of it.  But I raised
no protest.  I lay there submissively and permitted every indignity that
amused them.

   He stayed over me for a long time after he came.  I felt his cock slowly
recede and it must have been completely soft when he finally let it slide
from my body.  He stepped back slightly and the camera focused on his soft
cock.

   After getting a shot of his slimy cock with the ring of my virgin blood
around the base and a few thin streaks on the shaft they focused on my
freshly raped pussy for a few moments.

   I thought it was over but the indignities just kept on coming.  My
mother was forced to suck his cock and balls clean.  I turned my head away
but the sounds of her mouth at work on his nasty cock nearly made me vomit.


   But still that wasn't the worst.  When Sean was satisfied that his cock
was clean enough he grabbed a handful of my mother's hair and guided her
around the table and between my legs.  He instructed her to clean my thighs
and then my pussy.

   I saw her gag.  Her face had gone pure white in horror as she
contemplated for several long seconds the incredibly nasty task that they
had set out for her.  The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. 
But as horrified as she was she didn't resist.

   The cameras caught it all as she cleaned my thighs and then began to
slurp up the cum escaping from my freshly raped pussy.  Finally the outside
was clean and she began to worm her tongue up inside of me.

   While she worked, Sean stood nearby watching closely.  He said, "I love
to watch a mommy eat out her little girl's cunt.  It really turns me on,
especially when I have just taken her little girl's cherry.  I'm going to
enjoy you two cunts for a very long time I think."

   Unlike earlier when Sean had eaten my pussy, or last night with Brad, I
felt nothing now.  I felt cold inside.

   I heard Sean say, "Make sure you get it all Jill.  You don't want your
little girl getting knocked up.  Maybe later we can find some big black man
to get her pregnant.  But for now I like her just the way she is."

   I had resisted for as long as I could.  Now I started crying too.  And
the camera was right there to capture it.  These fucking pigs!

   Sean was finally satisfied that he had made my mother eat me long
enough. I soon found out why it had lasted as long as it had.  Everything
that had just happened had been recorded, but it had also been transmitted
to a large, paying audience who had paid one hundred dollars apiece to
watch him rape a teenage virgin with her mother's assistance.  They had to
make the show last for the allotted amount of time to please the audience.

   I heard him talking to the cameramen after they turned the cameras off
and he estimated that, depending on how many last minute customers had
signed on to watch the show we had just put on he had made close to one
million dollars!  I did the math in my head and was shocked when I realized
that for him to make that much money there would have to have been
approximately ten thousand men watching me get raped.  Ten thousand men had
watched me lose my virginity!

   I was devastated.  But the show wasn't over.  Well, the show was.  The
indignities continued.  Sean said, "Okay ladies.  Rest period is over.  If
you don't want to get caught going back into the house like this you had
better get up and get to work.  The cameramen need to be taken care of
before you can go home."

   My mother finally released her grip on my legs and I found that I was so
stiff and sore that I could hardly move.  But they were nice enough to help
me up.  They all but carried me to a cushion on the grass and soon my
mother and I were kneeling side by side and the cameramen were fucking us
both from behind.  Every few minutes they would switch off until finally
they came inside of our unprotected bodies.

   We were forced to suck their slimy cocks clean and then it was over. 
Sean picked up our tiny bathing suits and without even looking first he
shoved us out through the gate and tossed our suits after us.

   We scrambled for our suits and then ran for the door of our house.  I
saw a car driving by just before we reached the door.  I heard the squeal
of brakes but just before the driver was able to back up we managed to get
inside.  

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