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Bitter & Twisted

At 9pm sharp, I knock on the front door of an unremarkable house matching the address I’d been rolling round in my head all day. After a few seconds a woman in her thirties answers the door. She’s wearing a big, loose fitting beige bathrobe pulled tight around her neck and peers through the safety-chain limited gap.

‘Can I help you?’

‘I’m David,’ I reply and she looks me up and down, her tongue flicking nervously across her painted lips.

‘Right. David. Well, you should come in. It’s cold outside.’ She steps back and holds the door open for me to pass. I walk into a hallway, a family of coats hang on pegs to one side and, underneath, there’s a line of shoes facing the skirting board. I see the smaller pair of pink gumboots and my heart beats a little faster.

The door is closed behind me and I turn to face the woman. She holds out her hand and I smile at the absurdly formal gesture, considering why we are here. 'I’m Janine,’ she says.

I take her hand in mine and pull her close, arm round her waist. She gives a timid little gasp as our mouths meet and then I feel her relax into me as we get to know each other’s tastes and textures in a long, slow, sumptuous kiss. I run my hands over her as if she belongs to me and Janine seems happy to let me have free reign. Her body is the kind plus-sized lingerie is designed for and it is a joy to explore, all hips and tits and curves.

‘Have you ever done this before? I mean, I know we sp0ke about it –' Janine starts to say when we break our embrace.

I shake my head. ‘Only in my head,’ I reply, cutting her off.

She nods. ‘Take your shoes off, David. Let your dogs back,’ and she gives a nervous snort of laughter that she immediately looks embarrassed about. ‘Do you want anything to drink?’

I shake my head. ‘I’m good, thanks, Janine.’ I look at her. ‘You ok?’

She raises her hand, tilts it from side to side and exhales a shaky breath. ‘The less I think about it the better, David. When I, I don’t know, admit to myself what’s going on, I get so nervous. Terrified, really. Haven’t had a good night’s sleep all week.’ She raises a varnished nail to her mouth as if to chew it, checks herself, changes her mind and lowers it again.

‘I need a smoke,’ she said. ‘Do you mind?’

‘Whatever makes you feel better,’ is my reply and she takes me through to the lounge.

Worn three piece suite, big-screen TV with a Wii on the floor in front of it, a few ornaments on the shelf above the fire and some neutral colours on walls and floors complete the scene. The faint smell of an unseen dog hangs in the air.

Janine sits on one of the big chairs, curling her legs up under her. I see that under the floor length gown she’s wearing sheer black nylons and I remember us talking about what she wanted to wear tonight. There’s a glass topped coffee table with chrome feet in front of her with a well used ashtray , a couple of remotes and an old tobacco tin on top of it. She takes the tin, pulls the lid off and takes a thin joint and a red Clipper lighter from inside. She lights up, leans back and takes a long, deep pull and exhales as she puts the tin back on the table and picks up the ashtray, putting it on the arm of her chair.

‘God, I needed that,’ she says in a relieved voice. Looking up at me, she offers joint and ashtray to me. I decline with a small wave of the hand.

‘Not your thing?’

I shrug. ‘Depends on the occasion. Horses for courses, you know?’

Janine nods. ‘Do you do harder stuff?’

‘Have done. Not for a while though.’

‘Did coke once or twice a while back. Really enjoyed that. Can see how people get addicted to it like that and she clicks her fingers for emphasis. She takes another deep drag on the joint and circles the smoke from her mouth back up her nose before inhaling with a satisfied air.

‘If you’re not ready for this,’ I say, ‘that’s ok.’

Janine looks away, another nervous lick of tongue across lips. ‘Isn’t this why we started talking? I mean, we both knew where it was leading, didn’t we?’

I nod. ‘Yeah, we did. But sometimes… I don’t know… sometimes you book a holiday and everything’s roses in the garden until you get where you’re going and find the hotel’s not even fucking finished, you know?’

We look at each other for a second or two and then Janine gives a smoky, coughing laugh. I join her a little. ‘I like that. Have to remember that one,’ she says and dabs the joint into the ashtray a little too late and ends up brushing ash from the front of her gown.

‘But, yeah, I know what you mean. Been looking forward to this right up to the point where we decided on a date to get together. Since then, I’ve been a bundle of nerves.’ She looks at me through the fug of smoke. ‘But you don’t look nervous at all. Not a bit. Sure you’ve not done this before?’

I shake my head. ‘No, but have I thought I was going to, yes. You’re not the first mum to talk to me about this, not the first mum to want it, plan for it even. But you are the first who’s ever been serious, meant what she said… And you’re certainly the first to let me in their house.’ I pause, shrug. ‘I mean, honestly, I’m thrilled just to be here. Really, I am. Am I nervous? Not so much. Am I amazed we’ve come this far? Yeah. Absolutely. I can’t believe I’m here. It’s kind of overwhelming.’

Janine nods. ‘Yeah. Yeah it is a bit, isn’t it?’ She takes another pull, sucks it down deep, holds it until she coughs and then sits there and looks thoughtful.

I wait a few seconds, feeling increasingly uncomfortable and unwelcome. ‘Look, Janine, I understand. Really I do. This is a big step, for both of us. It’s hardly surprising you’re having second thoughts, is it?’ I look as sympathetic as I can and try to disguise how all of a sudden I very badly want to leave. ‘You know how to get hold of me if you want to talk or meet again, ok? And if you don’t, that’s alright, too. Ok?’

I stand up, look down on Janine. My words hang in the air, waiting for acknowledgement, waiting for a reply.

Janine looks back up at me. ‘Which one do you want?’ And she looks up at me, a faint smile on her lips, and a gleam in her eye that is fear giving way to excitement. She hands me the joint, the sofa creaking softly as she leans forward.

I take the joint from her slightly shaking hand and take my own deep toke on it. It’s been a while and it’s bud, not resin. My head swims for a second and I manage to choke back the cough as I swallow the smoke deep.

‘You choose. I know you want to.’

Janine breathes deep, savouring the emotions beginning to crystallise inside her mind and body. She holds out her hand and I lift her to her feet.

‘Let’s go upstairs,’ she says, and picks up the tobacco tin before taking my hand.

She has a king sized bed that’s really too big for the room, with just enough space for bedside cabinets. The walls and carpet, like downstairs, are blandly neutral and the furniture is mostly flat-pack and flimsy with it. At the foot of the bed is a dressing table with a big mirror on top and I guess the positioning might not be accidental. There’s also a built in wardrobe (with mirrored doors) and a small en-suite. A wash-basket, overflowing with her clothes, testifies to a life lacking time. I know Janine works hard, struggles to keep a roof over her head and food on the table. It must be tough; being a single mother almost always is, after all.

It’s nice she’s doing something for herself.

Janine tidies the washbasket, clears a few cluttered surfaces and empties the ashtray in the bathroom waste basket.

‘Sorry it’s a bit of a mess,’ she says in an embarrassed tone and she makes me think of college, of short-notice, urgent unions in crappy bedsits. I say nothing and watch, heart racing, as Janine strips the bed down to the top sheet, with a couple of pillows stacked against the headboard.

She kneels down and pulls a plastic storage box out from under the bed. She lifts it on top of her chest of drawers.

‘This is everything I have,’ she says, taking off the lid to reveal a random assortment of sex toys and accessories. ‘See if anything takes your fancy.’ Janine looks at me, smiles, takes the joint from my hand for one last drag before stubbing it out. ‘There’s more in the tin. Feel free. I’ll go and…’ she pauses, somehow takes on an altogether more predatory manner, breathless, flushed and grins, ‘… get her ready for you.’

She returns about 30 minutes later, enough time for me to have put a few things on the bedside cabinet and then sat down, heart pounding, feeling the minutes tick by like they were hours.

‘Sorry I took so long,’ she says. ‘Roxy didn’t want to get dressed.’

Roxy is 9, nearly 10, a stocky girl with dirty blonde hair, who’s still carrying a little puppy fat and already showing the first signs of blossoming. She stands in a short silky nightie that barely comes down to the tops of her white thigh-highs. Her puffy little nipples make small bumps in the clingy material. Around her neck is a choker, frilly and white with small red flowers dotted around it. Her face is all mascara and lipstick and she looks confused and a little scared. I can smell it on her and I savour that rich aroma.

Brianna is 8 and I find her both adorably cute and utterly tempting. Her ovaline, delicately featured face is framed with chestnut hair and her eyes are bewitchingly bright and wide. She has a stillness to her, a kind of calm studiousness I find highly appealing. She, too, stands in stocking feet and a flimsy nightie, hers a pastel pink, and an equally tacky choker circles her neck.

‘Say hello to David,’ Janine says, holding her hand.

‘Hello, David,’ they say and I notice Roxy’s posture is that of ‘if I don’t do anything, maybe nothing will happen’. She is, of course, wrong. Bree looks almost curious.

I light up the second spliff at last and draw deep before handing it over.

‘You said you wanted to keep a record of everything we do,’ I say softly.

‘Shit, nearly forgot!’ Janine says and, from the wardrobe, takes out a small video camera already on a tripod. She looks at me.

‘This is really happening, isn’t it? Well, going to happen,’ she says.

I look at her. ‘That’s more up to you than me. You can still stop it but, yeah, we’re getting close to the point of no return.’

Janine nods, exhales a shaky breath. ‘Point of no return,’ she whispers to herself.

‘Do you want to carry on, Janine? We can stop now and these two dumb little whores will scarcely remember it in a day or two,’ and I indicate the frozen, wide-eyed girls with a flick of my head.

Janine looks at them, smiles. ‘I want to carry on. I think I need to. They’re no use to me, never have been. And I’m tired of them and because of them. So fucking tired. No money, no time, no… life, really. Just this endless grind.’

She turns back to me. ‘I’m not getting any younger, David,’ and offers a wan smile.

‘You’re still a very attractive woman, Janine,’ I say and she laughs.

‘I’m a single mum with two selfish, disobedient cunts for daughters. I know it’s mostly my fault they’re like this so it’s up to me to make sure they learn differently before it’s too late.’

My need burns in me with a short-breathed, heart pounding hunger. I look at the equally flushed and hard-eyed Janine.

‘Janine?’

‘Yes, David?’

‘Shall we?

‘Shall I record it all?’

‘As long as I get to fuck you while we watch it again one day.’

Janine looks at me. ‘I’d love that,’ she says and sets the camera up off to the side of the dressing table at the foot of the bed, and starts it running. I see the camera’s only resting on the tripod, not secured to it.

That done, Janine steps back and shrugs off her gown. Underneath she’s clad in market stall quality lingerie, satins and too much lace. It looks as cheap as it is and I find I don’t mind that at all. It seems fitting.

She stands next to me and we both look down at the silent, pensive girls.

‘What are you, David?’

‘A paedophile,’ I say in a matter of fact tone and crouch down in front of Bree. ‘Do you know what a paedophile is?’ I ask her.

She nods. ‘It means you like… hurting little girls and boys.’

I ruffle her hair. ‘Smart girl.’ Janine crouches down beside me and we kiss with urgent, burning need. We’re grinning when we break. I turn back to Bree, stroke a finger down the side of her face.

‘Now if I like to hurt little girls, why do you think your mommy’s brought you here?’ and Roxy blinks, looks to us both in turn, wide eyed. She bites her bottom lip and a smudge of lipstick smears one of her front teeth.

‘You’re… going to hurt… me?’ and her voice wobbles as she speaks.

I look at each girl in turn. ‘Eventually, I’m going to hurt you both I hope. How much I hurt you depends on if you’re going to be good little girls or not.’

I look to Janine. ‘Tell them what you always wanted to say, Janine.’ I sit on the edge of the bed and tug Janine gently to join me. She takes one of her daughter’s hands in her own and stands the girls between her stocking clad thighs.

It takes her a few seconds of steeling herself. As always, saying and doing are so vastly different and I’m surprised that, when she does speak, she is so clear and controlled. It sounds like something she’s rehearsed and I realise that’s because it is, even if only in her mind.

‘I didn’t want either of you. When your father was around you were worth something because your father was a paedophile too. That’s why I married him. I was raised that way and that’s how I wanted you both raised and that’s what he said he wanted. And for a while he did. Simple things; cum in your bottles when you were baby. Me blowing him and smearing cum on my nipples when I was breastfeeding. Him cumming deep into me when I was pregnant. That sort of thing.’

Janine stops, looks softly at her daughters, holds their small hands up, kisses them tenderly.

‘But your father loved two things more than anything else; his bike and his beer and one night they got together and killed him. He left me broke and raising two kids I didn’t even want. He took away the life I wanted and you pair took away the chance for me to have any kind of life at all.’

Bree looks at her mother with an increasing panic, her face flushing as she listened, tears glistening in her eyes, a quiver settling into her features. Roxy just blinked and listened silently.

‘And then I met David and I found someone just like your father, but better. He has a house, a nice car, a good job that pays well. What he wants is to have a little girl of his own that he can raise to be what every little girl should be to their daddy, and here I am with two little girls that I want exactly the same thing for. Like I said, a much better man than your father,’ Janine said softly.

‘And I don’t own a motorbike,’ I offer, a pleasant buzz starting in my head.

Janine smiles at me and we kiss again.

‘So yes, David’s a paedophile, and yes, paedophiles like to hurt little girls. And yes, that’s what we are going to do with you. And I mean it when I say ‘we’ because, my unwanted little angels – ' and Janine pulls the children closer, gave each a loving kiss on their mouth, ‘-mommy wants to be a paedophile too…’

‘Prove it,’ I whisper into her ear, pushing my hand between her thighs to feel the wet heat of her sex.

‘I will if you will,’ Janine breathes back and her hand felt my own need through the fabric of my trousers.

The girls say nothing.

I pull the bedclothes back off the bed leaving the sheet and pillows. I prop each of the two pillows against the headboard like seat-backs and pat the top of the mattress as I look at the girls.

‘Up you get, back against the headboard,’ I say.

Neither girl move, both of them looking from Janine, to me and to the bed and back again.

‘Do as David tells you’ Janine says in a nervous voice and I turn to her with an amused air of disapproval.

‘Not much of a disciplinarian, are you?’ I ask and she looks a little shamefaced.

‘Allow me to give you an example.’

I grab Roxy by the hair (I think even then Bree was my favourite of the two) and push her over the edge of the bed, left hand pressed hard down between her shoulders.

Without a word, I yank up her nightie with my right hand to expose small, plain panties, and then I spank her, not as hard as I can but not that far off.

The sound of flesh on flesh is music to my ears but the shocked, pained cries of the 9 year old girl I have pinned down is a symphony. I beat her ass until it’s a beautiful red colour and then let Roxy go. She sinks to her knees on the floor, sobbing loudly. I squat down.

‘Wish you’d got on the bed now?’ I ask and Roxy looks at me with red-rimmed, glassy eyes. She nods, snivelling and trembling. I turn to Bree, who jerks forward like a car left in gear and slides across the bed to the far side, sitting against the pillow.

‘Now, Roxy, get on the fucking bed,’ I say in a mild voice and, still crying and sniffing, she obeys.

Janine lays a hand on my shoulder and I stand up, face her.

‘I’ve wanted to see that for a long time…’ she says and there’s almost a wistful expression on her face.

‘Wet?’ I ask simply and she nods.

I smile, take her hand and take her to join her daughters.

I kneel in front of Bree and Janine takes Roxy. I know already that Bree’s going to be the princess in my eyes and that I’ll make Roxy into a whore. She has that smug, arrogant attitude to common in the preteen classes these days and I know, right then and there, that I’m going to do her a great deal of harm in fucking that attitude out of her.

‘Mummy and daddy are going to play with their little girls now and-‘

‘You’re not my daddy!’ Roxy yells with sudden angry self-righteousness. She’s glaring at me defiantly, crying harder still as she says it.

‘I’m really starting to dislike you,’ I whisper thoughtfully as I look into Roxy’s bright, hard eyes. She hates me already and I know that not all of it’s the spanking. Mostly she hates me because I’ve walked into her world without her approval. She doesn’t want me here, taking her mum’s attention and love, changing a reality that Roxy likes very much. She also hates the fact that her mum’s submissive nature, that manifested itself as a weakness in dealing with her children, a weakness Roxy took full advantage of, is the same nature that fuels Janine’s acceptance of my will. The difference is that whereas Roxy preyed on her mother’s fatigue and stress to get what she wants, I’m going to prey on Janine’s resentment of Roxy abuse to get what I want.

And we start right away.

‘You going to let her talk to me that way, Janine?’

Janine shakes her head. ‘Shut up Roxy. Talk nicely to your da-‘

‘HE”S NOT MY DADDY!’ Roxy screams and flecks of snot and spit chase after the words as she says them.

‘Off the bed, Bree,’ I say and Bree scampers gladly out of the way. ‘Grab her by the hair with your left hand,’ I tell Janine. ‘Hard.’

Janine reaches forward and takes a fistful. Roxy instantly begins to slap at her mother’s hand, kicking out as Janine leans forward. She catches Janine on the breast and Janine winces but does nothing except wait for my next instruction.

‘Slap some sense into her,’ I whisper, cock throbbing as I watch.

The impact is almost comically mild, little more than a heavy brush of fingers on cheek, a swat really. I stifle a laugh.

‘Don’t touch me, you bitch! Don’t touch me! I hate you!’ spills from Roxy as she goes into meltdown, spurred on by her mother’s long-standing inability to do anything useful at all.

‘Again. Harder. Hit her.’

There’s a sound of contact this time. Not much, but it’s an improvement I guess, though it has a similar effect on Roxy as nitrous does in an engine. She goes ballistic then, bucking and kicking and lashing out, a full blown Exorcist-style fit and Janine just stares at her.

At that moment, I despised that little girl. It’s happened before to me, in supermarkets for instance, or shopping centres. Some vile little cunt wants to go here or look in there or try on this or buy that and, when they don’t get their own way, all hell breaks loose. For the sake of ‘not causing a scene’ or out of embarrassment or even because they’re just too ground down by what they’ve created, either mum or dad or both capitulate. Doesn’t matter if they give in and let the little miss have what they want or if they cut short their day and head for the car, they’ve buckled. In the case of the first, the vile little cunt has got her own way and in the case of the second she’s made sure that mum and dad haven’t got what they wanted. Win/win for the temper tantrum.

I brush Janine’s hand away as I take my own hold in Roxy’s hair. I say nothing but instead just slide off the bed and drag her with me. She clamps her hands around mine, nails digging in, feet kicking and scrabbling for purchase as I pull her off the bed and onto the floor.

‘Get Bree. She needs to see this,’ I tell Janine and a few seconds later Bree is sat on the edge of the bed with a good view.

I haul Roxy onto her feet by her hair alone and she screams in pain. It’s a good sound, pure and true, shorn of outrage of indignance or self-righteousness. She looks at me, stunned at what I’ve done, just… amazed. In her world, which used to be this world, things like this never happened. She screamed or yelled or whined her way to getting what she wanted or ruining the world if she didn’t.

‘Bree, count down for me from 5, would you princess?’

There’s a pause and I hear Janine whisper something to her daughter.

‘5…’ she says in a hesitant voice, ‘4… 3… 2… 1.’

‘Zero,’ I say and slap Roxy hard across her face with the back of my right hand. The sound is somehow both sharp and dull at the same time in a room of soft furnishings and the effect on Roxy is instant. She just shuts right the fuck up. Her mouth works without sound, jaw moving slackly, like a fish on land. She looks at me with slow-blinking eyes. I lay the palm of my hand against her other cheek.

‘Another count, Bree,’ and there’s no whisper need from Janine before Bree does as she’s told. It’s nice to know one of these whores is capable of learning.

‘Zero,’ I say again when Bree gets to one and this time I give Roxy a more traditional open handed crack across her face and, as I deliver it, I let go of her hair. Roxy jerks to the side, hits the side of the bed on jelly legs, bounces off and falls to the floor. She lies there, breathing heavy, panting really, but otherwise unresponsive. I wonder if she’s unconscious but doubt it and, if she is, she can soon be woken up.

I take a new fistful of hair and haul her onto the edge of the bed just a short way from her wide-eyed, utterly still and silent younger sister.

Roxy is still conscious but she’s badly shaken and dazed, unsurprisingly. She looks back at me with a kind of vacant wonder, the kind of look you give a painless cut as it starts to piss blood. Sense and feeling have been largely knocked out of her and she’s now in ‘what next’ mode.

‘This was going to be a gentle playtime, a ‘getting-to-know-you’ kind of thing,’ I say to both girls. ‘Unfortunately one of you fucked it up by thinking that the old rules, your rules’ still worked here. I hope both of you understand that’s not how it is. There are new rules for you now and you will follow them.’ I look at Janine. ‘All of you.’

She nods at me, wide-eyed like her children but not out of fear or shock but from pure, ravenous desire. It’s an exquisite look.

‘The first rule is that you do as your mummy and new daddy tell you. Every single time. Without fail, without hesitation and without protest. If you’re good, obedient little whores then this will be a lot easier for you. If you’re not then it will be a lot more painful than it has to be and I will gladly fucking hurt you, as I hope you’ve learned today.’

I pause and look at each member of my new family in turn. ‘But we’re not finished yet, I say. I smile down at Roxy who meets my gaze with the same glazed, baffled look and then I turn to Janine and motion her over.

‘Kneel down, pull Roxy to the edge of the bed, open her wide and feast. Let me see how much of a paedophile you can be when given the chance,’ I tell her and she complies instantly, dropping down and dragging the unresisting form of her 9 year old daughter to her. I watch as Janine shoves Roxy’s flimsy nightie back up the little girl’s chubby body to expose her underwear. There’s a small stain on the white fabric.

‘She wet herself a little,’ Janine announces in a curious voice.

‘Do you care?’

She shakes her head. ‘I think it’s wonderful,’ she says, tugging Roxy’s underwear down and off. She lowers her head, pushing Roxy’s legs back to raise the little girl’s pussy a little, and then almost thrusts her head into the soft, hot flesh of her own daughter’s cunt. Roxy gives a short, choking moan but is otherwise quiet as Janine indulges us both.

I move to stand in front of Bree who flinches when I reach out and stroke her face. I shake my head.

‘I told you the rules. I won’t punish you if…’

‘If I’m a good girl for my mummy and – ‘ a hesitant tongue flicks across her lips ‘ – my new daddy.’

‘And are you going to be a good little girl for me?’

Bree nods, gulps.

‘Then I want you to undo my belt, unfasten my trousers and pull down my trousers for me, ok?’

Bree nods, blinks a few times and then sets to work. As her fingers start to work on my buckle, I undo my shirt and then watch and wait as Bree completes her task.

‘Pull them down to my feet and help me out of them,’ I say and Bree slips from the bed, tugs my trousers down and holds them while I step out of the pools of fabric.

‘Socks,’ I say and lift a foot for Bree to pull them off, planting a palm on the top of her head for balance.

‘Good girl,’ I say as I feel my bare feet on the carpet. ‘Now sit back up here in front of me with your eyes closed,’ I whisper and Bree does so.

‘Bring Roxy closer,’ I say to Janine who lifts her head to look at me with a wet-lipped, dreamy expression before sliding the still silent, still unresisting Roxy right up to Bree’s side.

‘How does your little girl taste, my slave?’ I ask Janine in a soft voice.

She grins, juice and spittle slick on her lips. ‘There’s not much taste but she’s so soft, and hot. It’s heaven. Can’t believe I’m doing this,’ and she giggles and licks her lips and then giggles some more. She’s high on perversion and danger. It’s addictive and she’s a junkie for it already.

‘Watch…’ I say and, to Bree, ‘Keep your eyes closed, princess.’ I slide my boxers down, step out of them and stand again, my almost painfully hard erection sticks out like a signpost pointing the way. Janine stares at it then at Bree and then up at me.

‘Open your eyes, Bree,’ I say and she does so finding herself with the top of me inches from her face. Her eyes almost cross as she focuses on my cock and I find it comical and endearing all at once.

‘Do you know what that is?’

‘It’s your… penis.’

I shake my head. ‘No. A penis is what it’s called when it’s soft. Put your hands on it.’

She does so, reaching up slowly but surely to hold it between her palms, as if I’d thrust it there while she was applauding something.

I reach down and curl her fingers around the shaft and she flicks an uncertain glance up at me.

‘Does that feel soft to you?’

Bree shakes her head. ‘No. It feels soft on top but hard under,’ and as she speaks I can feel her squeezing a little, exploring this new presence in her world.

‘When it’s hard, it’s called a cock, not a penis. Ok?’ I say and Bree nods. ‘When it’s hard it’s used for fucking. Do you know what fucking is?’

A shake of the head. ‘Mummy says that word sometimes but I don’t really know what it is,’ she says.

I glance down at a transfixed Janine. ‘Potty mouth,’ I say and she giggles again. ‘Masturbate while you watch, slave.’ I add almost as an afterthought, and Janine obediently slides a hand between her legs, sighing deeply at her own touch.

Bree hasn’t taken her eyes off my cock and I reach down to gently tilt her head up to look at me. ‘Boys have a penis, Bree. What do girls have?’

‘A vagina,’ she replies and nods, stealing a quick glance between her sisters legs, Roxy simply lying there, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign of life.

‘Clever girl. So if a penis can be a cock, what can a vagina be?’

She thinks briefly and I shudder slightly as her hands subconsciously tug and clench my shaft as she does so. ‘Pussy?’

‘Very good! And there’s another word. Do you know what it is?’

She shakes her head.

‘Cunt.’

And she blinks, flinching as if I’d raised a hand to slap her.

‘That’s a bad word,’ she says in a flat voice.

‘No, it’s just a word, like any other. Sometimes it’s wrong to say it, sometimes it’s right to say it. See?’

She made an ‘if you say so’ expression.

‘Well I want you to remember those words. Learn to use them. As long as me or your mummy are here, you can say them when it feels right. Outside, you can’t and if you do, well… Bad girls get punished, don’t they?’

Bree cast another quick look at Roxy and nodded agreement.

‘Now, if this is a cock, what do you think a cocksucker is?’ I ask and my heart races at the mere surreal thought of what I’m doing.

‘Someone who sucks… cock?’

‘You’re a very clever girl, Bree,’ I say approvingly. ‘Your mummy’s a cocksucker, aren’t you?’

Janine nods, breathless and panting as she drives herself to an orgasm she craves but doesn’t want quite yet.

‘Yeah. I’m a cocksucker. I love to suck cock.’

‘Do you want to see your mummy suck my cock?’

Bree gulps, shrugs. ‘I guess.’

I shake my head. ‘No. No guessing. Either you do or you don’t.’

‘Please, Bree…’ Janine says, looking in earnest at her child.

‘Ok,’ Bree says. ‘I’d like to see mummy suck it.’

‘It?’

‘Suck your cock.’

I smile. ‘Then tell her to do it, Bree.’

She smiles very uncertainly, a ‘you didn’t say I’d have to say that’ kind of expression. ‘Suck daddy’s cock, mummy,’ she says in a sudden jumble and I turn to point my cock at a Janine who is already rising on her haunches to the task at hand.

Janine’s eyes are fixed on mine as she sinks her lips over the engorged tip of my shaft and slow slides me into the hot, wet delight of her mouth. I give a long, heavy groan of pleasure as he free hand reaches up to curl around my shaft, her other still buried between her legs, and she begins to slowly, languorously run mouth and hand back and forth along my shaft, twisting her fist as she does so.

It is… exquisite and my need very quickly begins to focus to the sharp, undeniable need of the building orgasm. I endure it for a few more seconds and then, with a reluctant, breathless smile ease her back. She almost pouts, looking up at me while her hand sneaks a few last pulls and squeezes before that to falls away.

‘Janine, would you like to see Bree suck daddy’s cock?’ I say and there’s a small, anxious whine from Bree. Janine looks up at me, smiles. ‘I would absolutely love to see my little girl suck your cock,’ she says.

‘Then tell her to do it, Janine. Tell your little girl to suck my cock.’

I turn to face Bree again and my spit-slick cock again just a few inches from her face. Janine lays a hand on Bree’s thigh, runs it up her side to her face which she turns to face her own.

‘Bree, I want to see you suck daddy’s cock. Will you do that for me?’

For a second, I think Bree might start to cry. I can see her want to shake her head and say ‘no’ but that want is balanced out by her memory of what happened to Roxy. So she’s now caught; doesn’t want to say yes and daren’t say no. The result is a rabbit in headlamps and she freezes.

To the side, Roxy gives a moan and rolls onto her side, curling into a foetal ball and I turn back to Bree, weighing up a thought I’ve had.

‘Bree, you know we’ve not been very fair to you, today, have we?’ Both her and Janine look up at me with a curious expression. ‘I mean, I know you want to be a good girl for us, don’t you?’

Bree nods, hands folded in her lap, eyes wide.

‘But this is all so sudden, I know, and it’s a bit scary too. You don’t know me and this is all new and kind of upsetting, too, isn’t it?’

She gives another nod and her eyes moisten a bit.

‘So how about if we play later? Tomorrow night, maybe? Give you a bit of time to think and get used to me and your mummy being like this. That sound better?’

A much more eager nod.

‘But we really want to play with you so you have to promise to be a very, very good girl tomorrow. You have to promise you won’t say no when me or your mummy wants you to show what a good girl you want to be. Can you do that?’

She nods again.

‘Promise?’ I persist.

‘I promise I’ll be good.’

 For a child, tomorrow might as well be next year but when it does roll round she’ll remember she made a promise and though she might not like making good on the promise, she will at least have the delusion of thinking she had a choice.

I smile, ruffle her hair. ‘Good enough, princess, good enough.’ I pause. ‘Will you stroke my cock again, though? It felt so nice when you did it.’

She almost jumps to the task, touching and stroking my rigid cock a much less intimidating task than sucking on it. I make suitably appreciative noises to her unsure fingers and then look at Roxy again.

‘Do you think Roxy’s a cocksucker?’

Her fingers pause for a second and Bree shakes her head.

I lean forward conspiratorially and whisper, ‘Shall we find out?’

Bree looks at me with eyes full of a much more insecure fear, a ‘damned if I do, damned if I don’t’ choice again but this time the choice is different. Whereas before she didn’t want to say yes to sucking my cock and didn’t want to say no for fear of getting hit, now the choice is different. She can still get hit, she knows, but she isn’t going to have to suck my cock if she says yes.

‘You’ve said no to me once, Bree, and I let you get away with it, did you a big favour, didn’t I?’

‘Yes,’ she says and there’s a crack in her voice. Her eyes flick to her unknowing sister.

‘If you say not to me again then that means neither you nor Roxy are going to play with me and that will make me mad. And who does that leave for me to play with, hmm?’

Understanding comes to her eyes. ‘Mummy,’ she says and I reach down to stroke Janine’s face, just as I did with Roxy.

‘So shall I play with your mummy? Or shall we both play with Roxy? It’s your choice, Bree, and remember that if you’d been a good little cocksucker like your mummy asked, this wouldn’t be happening.’

Bree says nothing but her lips are trembling as her eyes flick from sister to mother and back again.

‘Fuck it,’ I say and bring my hand back. Janine looks up at me with cow eyes, ready for the sacrifice.

‘No!’ Bree cries. ‘Please, daddy. Please. Don’t hit mummy.’

‘Who should I hit, then?’

Bree begins to cry. ‘Roxy,’ she says with a ragged voice. ‘Hit Roxy.’ And when she says it, Roxy rolls onto her back and looks at Bree with dismaying, terrified eyes.

‘Alright, Bree,’ I say to her, lowering my hand. ‘We’ll do it your way if that’s what you want, but remember that if you’d been a good little girl, none of this would have happened. Roxy’s already paid for her being rude and selfish; now she has to pay for you being that way, too.’

Bree looks devastated, shocked almost, lost in a mess of emotion and fear and confusion at how she got there.

‘You’re going to watch, Bree, and you’re going to remember what happens when little girls don’t want to make their mummy and daddy happy.’

I slide onto the bed and haul the flaccid, silent form of Roxy to the centre, face down, head pointing to the pillows. These I take and pile up into a mound, bodily hauling Roxy to her knees and then laying her over them. Her small, pert little ass pushes out and up and I run a thoughtful finger over her unspoilt flesh. Her cunt still glistens slightly with the spit and saliva of her mother as well as what little juice Roxy herself generated naturally.

But it won’t be enough. Not by far.

‘Do you have any KY or something?’ I ask Janine and she gives me the slightly stoned look of someone who thinks this really can’t be happening and she’ll wake up soon.

Janine nods and reaches into a drawer in her bedside cabinet, holding up a part-used tube like a trophy.

‘Bree, bring it here,’ I say and she does so, holding it out in the palms of her hands. I shake my head. ‘If Roxy’s going to be fucked instead of you, then the least you can do is learn how to prepare her.’ I lean forward, kiss her lightly on the mouth and she freezes when I do. ‘And you should pay attention because one day, soon I think, I’m going to have Roxy do the same to you so I can fuck you, too.’ And I smile knowingly at her, giving her a little wink and pushing my tongue into her mouth.

‘Kiss your daddy,’ Janine whispers in a small voice and her voice is dreamy and far away.

Hesitantly, Bree opens her mouth a little and I push my tongue into her small, hot mouth where her own lies still and timid. I don’t mind. She’ll learn.

‘Good girl,’ I whisper when I lean back but she doesn’t smile.

I have Bree unscrew the cap and squirt a thick gob of the KY onto her finger tips. It’s funny but the world nowadays is full of all manner of lubricants and gels and oils. Some got hot with friction, some are flavoured and some are colored, but, for me anyways, KY is still the best for work like this.

I part Roxy’s small ass-cheeks to expose the tight, puckered ring of her anus. ‘Smear it in there, Bree. Don’t be shy. Roxy won’t mind, because this will make it easier for her when I fuck her. Do you understand?’

Bree nods and her face wears a pinched, faintly disgusted expression, lips puckered and eyes squinted a little. I find it very appealing for some reason. ‘You have to get it inside her, too. Unless you want her to suffer,’ and I say the last as if the idea’s just occurred to me. ‘Do you want her to suffer when I fuck her, Bree?’ I ask in an open, inquisitive voice.

Bree looks at me with wide-eyes, shakes her head mutely and then, with a mewl of mild protest, pushes two of her slim little fingers into her sister’s ass. It is an exquisite thing to see.

‘Good girl, Bree!’ I exclaim and I mean it. Again, she doesn’t smile but just continues to delicately prod and stroke around Roxy’s asshole.

Janine shuffles up behind Bree and the little girl stiffens slightly when she feels her mother’s hands on her shoulders. Janine kisses the top of her daughter’s head.

‘Now do daddy, angel,’ she whispers.

This Bree does, still gentle and hesitant but the tentative dislike she showed lubricating Roxy is gone. She oozes a thin line along the top of my rigid shaft and then, using the fingertips of both hands, begins to roll and smooth it around my entire length. Unsurprisingly, it is a delicious feeling.

Janine smiles at me with wide, liquid eyes, biting her lower lip and generally being the mother watching her daughter with pride. I smile at her and sigh deeply in pleasure. Janine reaches forward and folds her hands around Bree’s and guides her daughter through stroking and massaging my cock properly, folding little fingers tightly round my flesh, twisting and turning.

My orgasm boils hot and heavy inside me and I have to pull away before I spill my seed way, way too soon. There is work to be done, after all. Bree looks up at me, no doubt wondering if she’s done wrong but I smile and lean forward to kiss her again. My cock drips as, once more, she parts her lips enough to allow my tongue into her mouth and, quick learner that she is, greets it with a few tentative little flicks and curls of her own.

When I break, Janine is there and we kiss too, her tongue hot and thick and needy in my mouth, her hand curling round my shaft with greedy fingers. She breaks, breathless and ever more lost in it all.

‘Fuck my little girl, David,’ she whispers and my head swims at the words.

‘I want you against the head-board, legs wide. You know where her mouth needs to be, don’t you?’ I ask in a hard, ravenous voice and Janine nods, scoots over to take up the position. We shift Roxy further up the bed and I take the chance to check on her. She hasn’t said a word for so long that, again, I wonder if she’s conscious.

‘How you doing Roxy?’ I whisper, stroking scrubby blonde hair away from a drawn, pale face. She says nothing but her eyes are open and full of confused terror, a lamb that knows she’s going for slaughter, so to speak. Good enough. She’s awake and, I have no doubt, will soon be making plenty of noise.

Roxy twists and turns her head as Janine pulls the little girl up between her thighs until her nose rubs the smooth, soaking wet flesh of her mother’s cunt. Janine, having clearly paid attention to my demonstration of how to correctly discipline an unwilling child, takes a bundle of her daughter’s hair in one hand and slaps her, hard and fast, twice across the face, first the palm, then the back hand.

At this, Roxy breaks down and begins to cry.

‘Shush,’ Janine whispers and again that dreamy look falls over her face. ‘Shush baby,’ and she eases Roxy’s face between her legs, tight against her sex. Janine looks at me. ‘She’s ready, master,’ she whispers and I nearly cum at the sound of those words alone.

Bree kneels to my side, oily hands clasped in her lap, as I kneel behind her sister, cock in hand, guiding the tip to her small, impossibly tight looking anus. I grip her hips in my hand to hold her steady and then push forward, testing the resistance of her flesh. She gives an instant, muffled wail at the sensation. There is, to say the least, a great deal of resistance indeed.

In fact, it’s like trying to penetrate a wall. I let my cock slide away and probe Roxy’s ass with one thick finger. ‘Wow’, is all I can say, feeling the sheer grip of her body. I try for two fingers and Roxy gives another cry, sharper and more miserable than the last by far. I may as well have two fingers in a vice. Roxy’s cunt is like a fucking Chinese finger trap.

‘What’s wrong?’ Janine asks with a look of stoned concern.

‘She’s too tight,’ I reply with a rueful smile.

Janine smiles knowingly. She tips me a drunken wink. ‘Bree, go to mommy’s toybag. There’s a black rubber thing in there with a black tube and a red squishy bit on the end. Bring it to daddy,’ she instructs and Bree slips off the bed without hesitation, still firmly in ‘better Roxy than me’ mode and unwilling to do anything that might see their roles reversed.

She comes back with a slim inflatable butt plug and I grin at Janine who blows me a kiss and goes back to stroking and soothing the quiet again Roxy.

I lubricate the plug and then push it into Roxy’s ass. The girl sobs in discomfort and anguish as she feels it slip inside but those sobs evolve quickly as I inflate the bladder. BY the time her asshole has been well and truly spread wide by the unrelenting, expanding pressure of the plug, Roxy is almost screaming in pain. Janine lifts her head and turns it a little so I can see the red faced and red eyed look of utter, abject terror on her daughter’s face.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ I ask Janine, only because I know the answer.

‘Noooo,’ Janine says in a playful voice, gently kissing the tip of Roxy’s forehead. ‘I think Roxy’s long overdue for a good fucking. Might teach her to be a little more respectful,’ and she punctuates those last words with playful little pokes to the tip of the little girl’s nose.

I give the pump two more squeezes and Roxy does scream, a full blooded howl of what is, I have no doubt, utter agony. Janine quietens her a little by grinding Roxy’s face into her cunt and obviously finds the vibrations to her liking judging by her wide-eyed surprise.

The deflated pump pops easily from Roxy’s asshole and leaves behind a red, gaping hole. There is a thin smear of blood there and I find I like the look of it very much indeed.

‘More KY on me, Bree,’ I say and the little girl jumps to the task, hands shaking but fairly confident as she quickly coats my shaft again.

Roxy is still breathtakingly tight but there is a give to her flesh that wasn’t there before and I feel my tip manage to push slightly into her. Distantly, I’m aware of her thrashing and yelling but my grip is enough to see her barely move. I push forward harder, wincing at the ferocity of her anus as my tip pops inside her. I’m sweating already and the pressure of her body is eye-watering.

‘Fuck me,’ I whisper, fighting the urge to withdraw or stop, knowing the first is unacceptable and the second brings to mind a cigar cutter. I drive on, white knuckled hands gripping the child’s hips, fingers dug deep into soft, innocent flesh.

I look at Janine who has both hands in her daughter’s hair, grinding her into her cunt, eyes half-closed in almost religious passion.

‘Good girl,’ Janine says over and again, ‘Good girl for mommy, Roxy. Good girl, good girl.’ Roxy is senseless with pain and fear and I realise some part of the resistance and tightness is down to her tensed, terrorised body. Can’t be helped, but I make a mental note that sedation wouldn’t have been a bad idea but reflect that it might not have made that much difference anyway.

I withdraw a little and then drive forward hard. Roxy gives a little more and I see the first couple of inches of me suddenly slide into her. I push harder still, teeth gritted, and sweat popping out all over me and, finally, Roxy gives.

She arcs as if wired to the mains, her little body tensing as if a length of sprung steel runs through her. A scream tears from her, tailing off to an agonised, traumatised series of racking sobs scarcely dimmed by the enthusiastic way Janine grinds her cunt into Roxy’s face.

I am in, not all the way but not far from it, either. I look down and there’s more blood and part of me realises some of it is probably mine. My cock throbs as I withdraw again and I look at Bree.

Bree is staring, wide-eyed and with a kind of sick fascination at the sight of my shaft impaling my sister. I reach out and run a hand down the very slightly pronounced swell of her chest, and continue down between her legs.

‘Open for me,’ I whisper and Bree looks at me dumbly before shuffling her knees apart. ‘Sit up,’ I add and she does so, rising on her haunches so as I can press my palm flat between her legs.

I smile.

‘How does she feel?’ Janine asks and I look at Bree when I reply.

‘She’s very hot and more than a little wet,’ and, beautifully, Bree blushes.

Without looking away from her, I ease forward and back into the far more compliant asshole of her older sister who is now just crying hoarsely.

I push a finger just barely into the soft heat of her cunt and pull a little. Obediently, silently, Bree moves closer. I begin to slide with increasing ease in and out of Roxy’s broken, abused ass.

‘You know this is going to happen to you, don’t you?’ I ask her. She nods.

‘Tomorrow?’ she asks with a quivering voice.

I shake my head, knowing that I’m probably going to be nursing a little damage after the night is finished. ‘No. Not tomorrow. There’s no hurry and when your time comes, Bree, if you’re a very good girl in the meantime, it won’t be anything like this. Do you know why?’

Bree shakes her head and looks doubtful.

‘Because Roxy’s a whore, a fucktoy and she needs to learn that. But you…’ I push my finger deeper into her and moan thickly at how wet and juicy her sex is, ‘… you’re a princess, Bree. You want to be a good little girl, want to make your mommy and me happy and show us how much you love us, don’t you?’

And Bree nods, an uncertain smile on her flushed face and I wonder how much she actually likes being touched.

‘I need to cum so fucking bad,’ Janine says with hard, sharp need. I look at her and wonder how she’ll feel afterwards, once passion and need and the sheer seductive sway of perverse indulgence have passed. I wonder who she’ll see in the mirror when her demons have been fed and, for now at least, sated.

‘Shall we make your mommy happy?’ I ask Bree and there’s a momentary look of panic before she gives a definite nod. I lean forward and kiss her small mouth again and this time she seems to welcome it. I push my finger up into her and get a small, breathless gasp.

I slide out of Roxy, who gives another cry of pain at me leaving her body, and shove her aside. Janine sits there, legs wide, cunt glistening and wet, and looks at me in anticipation.

I lay on my back, battered shaft still throbbing and erect. I need to fuck my slave very badly and Janine sees it clearly in my eyes, straddling me while her hand holds me shaft and then settling down onto me. Her cunt folds me into its hot, sensuous depths and I sigh in pure bliss. Janine sits across me and just slowly, languorously moves her hips back and forth, back and forth. It is exquisite.

‘Come here, Bree,’ Janine says to her daughter and she does so, standing alongside her mother, resting her hand on Janine’s shoulder as she balances on the mattress. Janine moves Bree like a poseable doll, lifting her leg to stand over me, feet splayed wide, before pushing on Bree’s shoulders until the little girl understands what’s required and slowly, gently, sinks down, one knee either side of my head, her smooth, hot, juicy little fuckhole coming to rest full on my mouth.

Little girls, as a rule, don’t taste of much of anything, compared to older, more mature girls anyway. But Bree… Bree had a musky tang to her, subtle but definitely, unmistakably there, and the taste of her was like nectar to my inflamed, almost senseless passions. I reach up, clenched her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her hard to my mouth, drinking and pushing and licking and probing the sweet, soft flesh of her pussy. I can remember looking up along the reclined length of her, to the wide-eyed, unashamedly fascinated eyes looking down at me, lower lip slightly sucked in, her own hands folded in her mother’s as Janine stroked and caressed her daughter even as she fucked her master.

It was, purely and simply, heaven.

But it couldn’t last. It was amazing, in retrospect, that we both lasted as long as we did but when release came it was  of an intensity that made me wonder if I might black out. I had never cum so hard before then and rarely since.

I drove up into Janine who ground herself down to meet me, eyes wide with bright delight, mouth slightly open as she felt me surge into her, the first hot, thick jet of my seed feeling like it had been torn from me. My hands left Bree and clamped around her ass, holding her hard against me as another shuddering wave of pleasure cascaded through my senses and another spasmed jet left my body.

Janine, needing no further encouragement, fell into her own pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open, head back until, as I watched in rapture, she leant around Bree to the side and kissed her daughter with utter, unrestrained passion.

To the side, still shuddering with heavy, almost silent sobs, Roxy lay, discarded and unwanted for now, violated and damaged, while her sister was in the midst of pure passion. Bree may not have understood fully what was going on but, judging by the wondering, stunned look of something akin to surprised delight, she knew enough to know who she’d rather be, princess or whore, and what she would do in order for things to stay that way.

And later, when Janine and I lay shattered and drained, passing a joint between us, we were tended to by our loving children. Roxy, laying between her mother’s legs with her ass freshly beaten, red and bruised due to her reluctance to attend to her duties, lapped and slurped at her mother’s cum-dripping cunt. Bree, meanwhile, lay curled alongside me, tongue and mouth working almost contentedly in cleaning me to a spit shine.

‘Don’t waste a drop of daddy’s seed, Bree,’ Janine had whispered in a voice of pure mellowed relaxation.

And Bree said nothing, just shook her head while I stroked her hair, and she diligently, attentively, embraced her new life.

And that was our first evening as a family.

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