New story, wondering if I could get a co-autor interested in helping finish and

Julie Larson
This story inspired by other classic tales including those of Curt Strap, Allene and many others.
Written by Alebeard 2009
Monday June 19th
Punishing Julie

Mrs. Larson called to tell me Julie was being punished and asked if I wanted to come over and watch, I told her sure thing and heading out the door for the Larson farm after telling my Mom I was going down to the river to go swimming. I’d been getting those calls more and more lately. It all started a couple months ago really, but it had been building for a lot longer than that really. I guess I have known the Larson’s my whole life, ours is the closest farm to theirs, being about mile or so east of the Larson place and the next closest being least four miles out and that one being an orchard with mostly Mexicans working it anyways.
Mrs. Larson was never what you call a kind hearted soul, even when Mr. Larson was alive, but when he died a few years back, well, she just got meaner. The thing is she pretty much takes all of her meanness out on either the Church, especially the Reverend Elmore or her kids, Tommy and Julie. Now, the Reverend I can understand as folks say Mr. Larson, who despite being kind of a simple fellow was just as kind and as trusting as could be, surely would have listened to Mrs. Larson and gone to the doctors had the Reverend not been all fired up and bully like about his faith healing and the power of Jesus and all. But Mr. Larson, being a good Christian man listened to the preacher and got himself a nice plot over on the hill just behind the Church for his trouble. Mrs. Larson never visits it, says it’s cursed ground, but the plot was all paid for by the congregation, so what could she do about it?
By the time I got over to the Larson’s farm my cock was already stiff just imagining what I was likely to find, sure enough I was not disappointed. Julie Larson as kneeling in front of the oak stump the Larson’s chopped firewood on with her arms cinched behind her with some zip ties and not a stitch of clothes on, her big tits pushed out by the position and resting just perfect atop the stump. Mrs. Larson was there too, waiting for me perched on a milking stool and staring at me with those cold black eyes. As soon as she saw I noticed her she smiled and waved all sweet like, but the smile never reached her eyes, it never did at first, till she started hurting Julie, then she would really smile, but not sweet like.
After Mr. Larson died, Mrs. Larson also started getting real mean to both her kids, but as Julie got older and started filling out Mrs. Larson turned all her meanness to her. The more Julie became a pretty young woman, the more hateful and cruel Mrs. Larson became. Mrs. Larson always spanked the kids, more so then most folk would say was right in fact, but that’s all it was, spankings, until Mr. Larson died. Most all of this I knew from Tommy who aside from being in a bunch of my classes at school also worked over at our place twice a week since he was 14 doing odd jobs, after Mr. Larson died he spent more and more time there. Tommy was gone now, joined the army at seventeen 3 months ago and shipped out to the Middle East just last week.
“Hello Mathew!” Mrs. Larson called out as she got up and walked out to meet me.
Julie’s head swung around when her mom spoke, her eyes were puffy from crying and her blue eyes wide with shame and fear seeing me, she almost always had that look now when she saw me, It’s one reason why Mrs. Larson invited me over so often, the other being that she liked watching Julie get abused, liked watching a male abuse her. Mrs. Larson didn’t hide the sexuality of her abuse towards Julie anymore. Sometimes when I came over I would find Julie bound with her hands behind her back with her face buried in Mrs. Larson’s cunt while her mom lashed her back with a belt and called her a cow and a slut.
Julie was all curves, tits and hips, a flat stomach with a nice round sexy full round ass that jiggled and shook when she walked as well as large full tits heavy at the bottom and crowned by large pink puffy nipples. She had thick long inner cunt lips that protruded out a good ¾ inch from heavy outer cunt lips.
Her mom was all lean hard angles and sharp stern features, still Mrs. Larson at 42 was at attractive woman in a hard sort of way, her blond hair was strait and almost white while Julies was thicker and more honey blond with more curls. Her breasts were small and high with pointed hard nipples that often poked out against tighter shirts while Julie had large fat tits. Mrs. Larson has small hips and long legs of a runner while Julie has rounded hips and a flat soft belly. Mrs. Larson was all muscle and tone from years of working the farm and raising horses.. She wore a simple sundress today, I knew from experience there would be nothing on underneath it.
“The stupid cow couldn’t do a simple list of chores, so now I have to drop everything to punish the little bitch; well it’s always something with her isn’t it?” She asked sweet as could be.
Julie was anything but fat; still Mrs. Larson loved to call her a cow and a big floppy titted tramp and degrade her, I think the larger Julies tits became and the more her ass rounded out and jutted back, the more Mrs. Larson hated her.
“Mathew, I hate to be a bother, but would you be a dear and stand behind her and make sure her udders stay on top of the stump, I don’t wanna see the poor girl get in more trouble for moving.” She asked in that fake sweet voice.
Julie looked at me with those big pleading eyes but didn’t say a word, she knew better by now.
“Sure Mrs. Larson, what should I do?”
“Just kneel there behind her and make sure she doesn’t move while she is being punished, can you do that for me Mathew?”
“I sure can, Mrs. Larson.” I said.
I slid in behind Julie pressing myself up against her and resting my chin on her shoulder giving me a perfect view of her tits on the stump as I slipped my arm behind her elbows and forcing her back to arch out even more. “Is this good Mrs. Larson?” I asked.
“Just perfect Mathew.” She replied and went over to a small bag that was laying on the ground. Reaching inside she pulled out a small multi stranded whip that was obviously homemade. 8 strands of leather, pretty thin like thick shoelaces were looped through the center of an eyebolt screwed into a wooden handle, the leather was then cinched together right above that with some wire so a total of 16 stands hung down about a foot and a half length, the really wicked part was that the stands were knotted and behind each knot was a small wooden bead.
“It’s time to test out the new tit flogger, Julie. You were told to make the horses stalls spotless by the time I got home and yet I could still find shit in one, I know how sensitive you fat boobs are so I hope this really makes an impression on you and I hope you learn to appreciate the time I put into it.” She said again in that sickly sweet voice.
Julie’s eyes followed the flogger and Mrs. Larson raised it high above her head and bright it crashing down on across the top daughters big tits, flattening them for a moment against the wooden stump.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” The Blond wailed in a breathless warbling shriek as the agony coursed through her tits.
It was incredible! Her whole body spasmed and jerked against mine. I could actually feel the impact of the flogger through her body when it hit. Almost right way lines of angry red where the lashes hot sprung up as welts while deeper red spots that would soon turn purple showed where the knots and beads hit.
“PLEASE!! NO MORE!!!I’LL BE GOOD I PROMISE!!” she wailed.
“I know you will, only 29 more strokes to go.” Mrs. Larson said and swung the whip down again.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.” Julie shrieked in a panicked frantic wail as the whip crashed into her again.
By the 6th stroke she was bucking and twisting wildly in frantic pain, but I kept her tortured tits thrust out onto the wood as stroke after stroke turned her huge bags into a bruised welted field of purple. Mrs. Larson varied the angle so that the strands sliced into Julies big puffy nipples often as well as searing the sides and inner valley of her tits.
Of course Mrs. Larson did not really stop at 30 stokes, Julie could never count on honesty from her mother, at 37 strokes Mrs. Larson finally decided it was enough.
All semblance of motherhood was gone now, if the sickly sweet Mrs. Larson from before was a sadistic Dr Jekyll, the Mrs. Hyde that came out after the abuse was underway was worse, the last dozen strokes had been brutal.
I had stood up after the tits flogging stopped. Julie was curled up on the ground with her arms clutched around her chest crying and shaking.
Mrs. Larson reached down and grabbed Julie by the hair using it as a handle to haul her over the stump with her ass in the air.
“Would you like to fuck Juilie, Mathew?” She asked, Julie did not react at all, I don’t think she was really conscious of what was being said yet.
“Well.” I said. I am a boy with a health sex drive Mrs. Larson.”
“That’s perfectly ok Mathew, nothing to be ashamed of, Julies never had a cock in her filthy twat, just go ahead and rub a little spit on your cock so you don’t hurt yourself too much going in, don’t worry, she doesn’t deserve anything more than that to make it any easier on her.” Mrs. Larson explained as she held on tight to Julie’s hair with one hand and pushed on the small of her daughters back holding her on the stump with the other.
“I’m not really ready to be a dad Mrs. Larson” I said.
“No need to worry Mathew, I make sure she takes a little pill every day, I have enough trouble with this little slut running wild, I don’t need any more round here.”
“Well, if you think I should…” I replied and stepped out of my pants. My cock is above average but not exactly porno star big by any means, but it’s pretty easy to tear and bruise a little cunt like Julie if you angle yourself right and really try, it helped that Julie’s little hole was always drum tight of course.
“NOOOOOO!!” She screamed. “You said I wouldn’t have to!!”
Mrs. Larson pulled Julie’s head up even more as she kneeled down and looked her in the face.
“I said you wouldn’t have to get fucked if you thanked Mathew after your punishment and sucked his cock for him, but instead you just laid there clutching your fat tits like a stupid little whore, so now you get to have your cherry torn away for you.” Mrs. Larson told her in a husky voice, obviously turned on.
“Go ahead Mathew, let’s see her little pussy tear apart.” Mrs. Larson said as I positioned myself and spit on my hand, rubbing it into my cock. I knew I had to impress Mrs. Larson if I ever wanted to be invited back. Something told me how I acted today would decide a lot. I pushed in and closed my eyes, letting myself swim in the feelings, both coming from my cock and from the joy listening to Mrs. Larson.
“That’s right, take it Julie, right up your virgin twat, the whole heads almost in, there is goes!, that’s right, keep screaming, is it tearing you apart little girl? Its only just in, can you imagine how much it’s tearing you?, go ahead Mathew, I know it’s tight, don’t be afraid to really force it, make the little whore feel it, Oh my, look how much is going in now, can you feel it tearing you Julie? Pull back out a little bit Mathew, that’s right, now force it back in, that’s good you got another inch in, listen to the little tramp scream!!”
Julie was going out of her mind screaming and twitching wildly as I shredded her little cherry and battered her cunt, the spit didn’t really help all that much past the first inch and did not really save Julie any of the tearing bruising searing pain of her first rape. Even so, she kept looking right into Mrs. Larson's eyes as he mother mocked and belittled her suffering, even now Julie knew better then to close her eyes or look away.
“It’s all the way in Julie, can you believe you haven’t passed out yet, look how you’re shaking! His cock has your cunt opened so wide! Now the fun part Mathew, pull out nice and slow so she can feel every bit of it coming out and then fuck it all the way in fast! Here is comes Julie!! Can you feel it being dragged out of your tight little tube? Just wait till he slams it back in! Keep your eyes open, I want to see your face, here it comes… Oh My! Look at that!” Mrs. Larson shrieked happily as I slammed my hips forward and drove my cock all the way inside Julies little bleeding pussy.
Julie flopped up in the air, breaking out of Mrs. Larson's grip and bucking wildly as she was impaled on my cock.
“OOOOOOOOOOPPPLLLEEAASE!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR KILLLLLLLLLLLLLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, TAKE IT OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!” She wailed.
“How do you like it Julie? Oh look! You have snot running down your face you filthy little tramp! Go on, Fuck harder Mathew! Deeper, make the little bitch really squeal!” Mrs. Larson teased.
Julie was bucking and panting as she tried to catch her breath to scream. Instead of getting less painful as she stretched and opened up, her little cunt was getting bruised and battered inside, making it worse for her.
“Look at how she is twisting! Oh, poor little bitch, thrust your slut’s hips higher so Mathew can get deeper, do it now Julie , hurry, that’s right, higher now.” Mrs. Larson ordered.
I pulled out of Julie’s twitching cunt reluctantly, she felt so good, not just because of her tight little pussy, she felt good because she was suffering, because she hated it, there was something so sexy about it.
Mrs. Larson raised an eyebrow at me as if to ask why I stopped.
Taking my cock in my hand I stood just a little straighter and positioned my cock pointing right at Julie’s tiny asshole while I looked at Mrs. Larson. She took in a big breath and looked me in the eye giving a long nod and whispered “Do it.”
Lubed up from pre-cum and the little moister Julies cunt had provided the first thrust buried about one quarter of my cock in Julies little rectum. The Blond girls head snapped up and her breath caught for a long moment before exploding out in a high squealing scream that hurt my ears. I just held myself there for a few moments as Julie bucked and flailed trying to get my cock out of her ass, after a moment I pulled out just a little and thrust back in forcing about half my cock inside her as she shrieked and wildly shook. It was like being squeezed by tight hot velvet or silk, so amazingly tight and soft.
“Oh My Julie, what a dirty little bitch you are! “ Mrs. Larson gushed. “I have never seen a girl take a cock in her ass before! Push it in deeper Mathew, all the way!” she laughed.
After a few strokes my cock was ramming all the way inside Julies tight little poop tube.
Julie panted like a dog every time I pulled back, leaving just the head of my cock buried in her shitter and screamed like a shattered broken doll every thrust all the way in. It was bliss, the feel her little tube was amazing, the way her ass rippled and bounced every time I slammed home, her screaming almost sounded like she was vomiting up the pure sound of pain. I came up her ass like I have never cum before. It felt like I pumped a gallon of sperm into her, it just kept coming in wave after perfect wave.
I was hooked, totally hooked.
Mrs. Larson thanked me for helping out with Julie’s punishment and asked me to come over tomorrow if I could. She told me that I was her compass, that I helped her punish Julie for being such a stupid tramp without going too far with it, that I kept things good, I was touched.
For the next week we more or less let Julie’s tits heal up. Still, it was a fairly eventful week. I made Julie hold her cunt lips open while I used a belt to strap her pussy until it was bruised and flame red and then fucked it open with a beer bottle while she cried, I forced my cock down her throat time and time again while she gagged, making her throw up twice. Both times we made her crawl naked through the pool of her own vomit while we laughed at her, the first time, she threw up again while doing it. Mrs. Larson wrote nasty words like “WHORE, SLUT, CUM DRINKER and BITCH on her in bright red lipstick and took pictures of her, at the time, I did not know exactly what for, but it was fun. I fucked her up has ass another three times learning to be more and more cruel each time and Mrs. Larson spent the evening with Julie’s little pink tongue servicing her twat while I watched or spanked Julie with a belt. It was indeed a fine week.
Monday, June 26th
The Boys

I have to admit being a pissed off at first, hurt really. I was looking forward to a nice day with the Larson’s. Me and Mrs. Larson had really bonded lately I thought, and then when I get there, what do I find in the living room of the old farmhouse that’s the Larson home, but five young boys whom right away I could tell were there for nothing good!
Julie was there as well, with a small little thin sun dress with that her tits nearly fell out of that Mrs. Larson must have made her wear with the boys all drooling and such over her. The youngest I would find out later was just 13 years old, the oldest only 15 years old and the other three all various stages of 14 years of age.
I went into the Kitchen to find Mrs. Larson pouring some glasses of Lemonade, obviously for the kids.
“It looks like it’s kinda a crowd today.” I said. “I’m guessing maybe you decided you wanted some different company, I might as well head home.” I told her. I suppose I may have sounded a bit bitter.
“ Oh Mathew, just stop that!” she said in a teasing friendly voice. “You know you’re my hero and I need you, the boys all know you’re the boss, me and you and we need them to help on a very special project, all they have seen so far is these.” She said, showing me the prints she made of the pics she took of Julie last week.
Well, I calmed down pretty quick and felt a lot better about the whole thing, knowing I was still important and not just being replaced by a bunch of kids.
“Well, I got to say Mrs. Larson, there may be some folk who object to the things with Julie and all, you think it’s really a good idea, bringing these kids here?” I asked genuinely concerned.
“Oh Mathew, I know you worry and I’m glad for it really, but trust me, I know all about this little group here, they’re the ones the Reverend Elmore, spiteful man that he is calls the demon children, well, he may have forsaken them just like he does anyone that don’t bow down to him, but I won’t! You worry not now Mathew, trust me, you understand? Now help me with the lemonade.” She said with that tone that meant the discussion was over..
“Yes Ma’am.” When all is said and done you just do not argue with Mrs. Larson, no sir, you sure don’t.
We served the drinks to the boys and chatted for awhile, well, mostly Mrs. Larson chatted, asking about Church and after the boy’s parents and such. We all sat in the living room, the boys on the large sectional couch, me and Mrs. Larson is chairs. Mrs. Larson had a cane by her chair, like a walking cane but much thinner. Two of the boys were brothers and another two were half brothers. Pete and Eric were the half brothers, Pete being the oldest at 15. Jacob and Samuel were twins, but not the identical kind and their cousin Jonah was the 13 year old who was with them.
Of course they all had their eyes glued to Julie who was sitting on the couch looking like she was trying to crawl into the fabric to get away from everyone.
“Now Julie you haven’t been very friendly to your guests, they came all the way over here just to visit and you have barely said a word! I do apologize for my daughter, she really has the manners of a cow just look at the way she is dressed!” She said, sweeping her hand out to indicate Julie’s outfit, which Mrs. Larson had no doubt chosen herself. “It’s just lewd isn’t it? well, If you’re going to strut around here with your tits hanging out you might as well take the thing off.” She said.
Julie became to stammer something but a quick look at her mother’s face and she knew arguing would be disaster, in truth she was not a stupid girl. Shaking and starting to cry a little she pulled off her dress. The boys all gasped and one even mumbled an audible “O My God!”
Just the last night we used a home electrolysis kit on Julie’s blond cunt mound and labia taking off most of her hair except for a small blond strip just above her slit. The kit itself was not very good. Julie cried and jerked the whole time, the jerking around actually made it much worse on her. Her already normally full cunt lips were still red and puffy from the treatment and very exposed.
“My, I can’t believe she really did that, can you Mathew? Julie, what a little tramp you have become to get undressed in front of young boys! Like a bitch in heat I tell you, well, if you’re going to act like a dog you might as well get on your hands and knees and crawl around like, one, go on, no, not there, right in the center of the room, that’s right, now arch your ass up, higher, keep it thrust out like that, turn around, quickly!” Mrs. Larson ordered.
Julie crawled in circles around the center of the room giving everyone a view of her round ass, fat cunt lips and big hanging tits, Julie on all fours was one hell of a sexy sight..
“My Jacob, it looks like your getting a might excited, now, no reason to be embarrassed, Julie, it looks like your behavior has given Jacob a hard on, crawl over there are use your mouth to relive him, you don’t mind do you Jacob? No? Oh good, hurry up your stupid tramp!”
Jacob had a fairly average sized cock that Julie was forced to take in her mouth and suck off while we all watched the terrified and humiliated teen bob up and down on the boy.
“Go ahead and grab her by the back of the hair Jacob, you can get more of her cock down her throat if you push, don’t worry if she chokes and gags, just let her up for air every now and then” Mrs. Larson said.
After a few minutes Jacobs’s legs got rigid and thick white cream froths up from Julie’s mouth as the little blond choked and sputtered on his cum.
After that Mrs. Larson had Julie crawl to each of us and suck us off. Pete really got the hang of forcing his cock down her throat, making Julie gag and making a mess as snot, spit and tears painted the blonds bitch. He finally pulled out and came all over her pretty tear streaked face; Mrs. Larson made her scoop it all up with her fingers and swallow it almost causing Julie to throw up.
Jonah was the biggest surprise, with a horse cock as thick as a beer bottle. Julie panicked as soon as she saw the boy’ monster cock and instead of putting it in her mouth just stared. Mrs. Larson got up from her chair quick as a mongoose and the young teen simply could not fit in Julie’s little throat, but he seemed happy enough when Mrs. Larson has Julie lick and suck on his giant of a cock until he came all over her tits.
After Julie finished taking everyone’s sperm down her throat Mrs. Larson took me aside. “Have I made a mistake Mathew? Are these boys good enough to join our little circle?” she asked.
I thought for a minute, I knew what she was really asking, did the boys just want to fuck Julie or did they want to break her, to see her suffer? Were they cruel?
Without a word I walked out the front door and over to a small shed that was on the side of the house.
The cattle prod was a heavy older model; looking much like a very long and thick flashlight it took 8 “D” Batteries. Farming stores only sell the smaller weaker “C” battery style now, as the heavier ones are considered inhumane. Mrs. Larson had never used it on Julie as far as I know, I have only ever seen her use it on cattle that simply would not move any other way.
When I came back Mrs. Larson was back in the living room. Julie was on the couch between Jacob and Samuel , Jacob was pawing at her tits while Samuel had three of his fingers up the blonds little twat.
Mrs. Larson's eyes took in the cattle prod and got wide for a moment, I could almost see the wheels turning. She always pushed Julie as far as she could but never let us destroy her, never let it go so far that we could not come back.
“If Julie is going to act like a cow, you need to treat her like one” I told the boys and handed the prod to Pete.
Now, to be honest I had planned to just see if the boys would zap her once, a test, but one look at the prod and Julie tried to break free and run for the door. The boys were on her like a pack of coyotes on a rabbit. Mrs. Larson was pissed.
“Hold her down! How DARE you try and run away!” She screamed. She slapped Julie across her big tits back and forth a dozen or so times and spat in her face enraged.
“Get her up against the wall, Mathew, Jacob, both of you grab an arm Mathew, grab her hair, that’s right! Go ahead Pete, use the prod on the little sluts tits, give them some good long kisses with it.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS….KILLING…..ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,……NOT AGAIN!!! NNNNNOOOOOO!!! DON”T!!!…….AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGAAAWWWWDDDDDDDDDD!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Grab her legs! Get them apart!” Mrs. Larson commanded Jonah and Eric. “Zap her filthy little cunt! Go ahead, give her a good long one!”
‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMYGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAWWWWDDDDDDNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
“Again!!” Mrs. Larson yelled.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Julie shrieked as her body jerked and spasmed. Pete delivered shock after shock to her cunt, tits, legs and belly.
It went on for close to an hour though the boys did slow down the pace of the jolts quite a bit. Towards the end Julie was nearly catatonic between jabs of the prod.
Mrs. Larson's let the boys know it was time for them to go on home. I could tell she was happy about how the day had went.
“I can’t help it, I want everyday to be like this, but it can’t, we need time in between, do you understand Mathew?” she asked. I told her I did.
That night I held Julie down while her mother used a thin leather belt to whip her tits and berate her for letting strange boys cum on her mouth, After Julie was sobbing and her tits were welted and bright red, I fucked Mrs. Larson for the first time then Mrs. Larson watched while I fucked Julie up her ass again bent over the coffee table she while she cried and screamed.
The next days was spent with the boys and me fucking Julie into madness. All day cock after cock tore, stretched and battered Julie’s red swollen raw cunt. When Jacob complained that Julies cunt was getting too messy from all the cum pumped into it, Mrs. Larson bound a rag in a ball round the wooden end of a toilet plunger with a bit of bailing wire and jammed it up Julies aching twat while me and Pete held the struggling little bitch down on the couch.
Julie lost it her mom started fucking the thing in and out of her, the rough cotton of the dishrag musta been like sandpaper in her raw little twat, it also soaked up all of the spunk and cunt juice so the next fuck tore into a very dry very tender little twat. After that every 3rd or 4th load of cum Mrs. Larson reamed Julie out with a fresh rag. They clawed at Julies big tits, mounted her doggy style, missionary, on her side, took her bent over the coffee table and the couch, with her legs pulled back to her shoulders, every way they could think of to pound themselves into her pussy over and over.
Each of the boys fucked her at least 5 times and most of them 6 or 7. After the 12th time or so Julie could barely walk, her cunt was so battered but after a few minutes another cock would get hard watching Julie cry, snot running down her nose. Usually we made her pose in some sort of sexual position in between rapes, on all fours with her ass up, squatting with her legs spread while cum dripped out. On her back with her legs apart and holding her pussy lips open so we could see how red and bruised her cunt was getting.
That night Mrs. Larson tied Julie face down on the kitchen table with some cushions under her hips to force her ass up and rammed a thick dildo into her tortured cunt while calling her a stupid cow, which was a favorite insult.
Over the next weeks, things came together and things changed. The young teen age boys became our children, our disciples, I became Papa, and Julie was our obsession. The sessions with Julie did not happen every day, usually no more than 2 or 3 times a week. Of course that did not mean Julie had a regular life. Now that me and Mrs. Larson were fucking, I was over there almost all the time. My mom asked a few times where I was staying, but I had a lot of friends in town and summertime I was never much home anyway, so she really did not think much of it.
Julie spent the days doing chores around the house and the farm, usually wearing some skimpy slutty outfit Mrs. Larson bought online and made her wear or sometimes just a pair of boots.
“You got to protect the feet” Mrs. Larson would say. You let her get her feet all cut up it’s likely to develop into an infection and then you gotta deal with doctors and such, what we do has to be private, you understand Mathew?”
We would tease and taunt her, driving her fear up, slap her tits a little or swat her ass when she passed. Several times a day she would be forced to wear clamps on her puffy sore nipples, her mother liked her daughters nipples sore enough so that just touching them was painful. Aside from that most days Julie never got hurt in any extreme way much.
Mrs. Larson explained one night that all Julie knew now was the abuse.
“A woman gets raped in her apartment by a stranger or maybe by some boyfriend, she relives the rape over and over, it can take weeks to even be able to function again and months, maybe years before she is not thinking about it every day. If she gets gang raped or tortured, well then, its years before she may be able to even function, My little bitch daughter is getting it all the time, she knows she is just a little fuck toy who is made to be punished and abused, it’s the only thing in her life now, most likely it will always be, cause that’s all she is really good for. But if it’s too often, too much, then she just goes numb, totally broken and we don’t want that do we?.”
Three days after the gang rape Mrs. Larson decided Julie needed to have her tits punished. Her daughter’s large and sensitive tits were a constant obsession for Mrs. Larson’s hate and abuse.
Mrs. Larson had invited the boys over again. I arrived that day a little after everyone else and was greeted by the sight of Julie kneeling on the round out in front of the barn naked and bound in a sick religious parody. Mrs. Larson had pounded what looked like a squat cross into the ground behind Julie and tied her arms at the wrists to the cross bar. Around her head she had circled a strand of barbed wire with the side against Julie’s skin clipped and ground flat as to not puncture. The wire circled her head three times and then went through a hole drilled in the wood behind where Julies head was and tied off so that Julies head was held firmly to the wood. It looked like a lewd parody of the Christian god, which was exactly as Mrs. Larson intended. She was kneeling with her legs wide apart on the outside of a pair of large spikes, the kind used in railroads that were embedded in the dirt preventing her from closing her legs. Her thick outer cunt lips each had a heavy bar clamp attached to it, pulling and stretching her sensitive labia down nearly three inches.
Her tits were nearly purple, they jutted and swelled out obscenely with the nipples huge and swollen. The base of her breasts were trapped and crushed by two thin curved pieces of wood. The wood crescents were one on top of the other with her giants tits squeezed between them. The center and end of the wood tightly bound with baling wire. Julie’s lips was stretched around thick makeshift cock gag that Mrs. Larson had made from a short curved dildo that was stuck through a stiff piece of leather with a hole in the center and secured behind her daughters head with smaller leather straps.
Julie was afraid and resigned dread filled with loathing. It was a state that would become more pronounced as the weeks and months went by.
Mrs. Larson had us draw straws, literally, to decide who would administer Julie’s punishment. Eric won the draw by picking the long straw.
Julie’s punishment it seemed was to be administered using a long thin whippy willow switch
“120 strokes right across her udders Eric. Space them out about 10 seconds so she gets the full feeling of each one.” Mrs. Larson ordered. “Don’t hold back, make sure she really feels each lash.”
Julie looked at Eric with a mix of pleading and dread but by now she knew what would happen, what had to happen.
“One, two, three, four…” Eric counted to ten looking Julie right in the eyes, as he got closer to the end she was almost hyperventilating and making mewling noises around her gag
WHACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Across the tops of both purple tits.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Julie screamed and drooled around the cock gag her tits bouncing all around.
“one two, three four, five…” he counted again
WHACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!! Right across both puffy pink nipples!
Julie gaped and bucked for a moment then screamed and gurgles shaking and shrieking
It went on and on as the willow laid thin bright crimson lines all over her huge jugs. Trapped as they were between the arms of the tit clamp the globes striped with stunning lines that looked like fireworks.
Each time she was lashed she would thrust out with her hips and chest as much as she could, causing the clamps on her twat to swing and pull on her labia even more and giving us a lewd show. Three of the boys already had their cocks out in their hands, literally dripping pre-cum on the ground and twitching. The other boy as well as Eric each had wet spots of precum soaking through the front of their pants. Deciding to save my jeans a bit I unzipped and took my cock in my hand.
Mrs. Larson ran her hands over Julies welted battered tits after the last stroke was given. There was hardly any inch of the blonds bulging tits not striped, several small areas had the skin looked like they were ready to split open, but despite the vicious beating Julies jugs were not actually bleeding.
After Julies tits were punished to Mrs. Larson's satisfaction she decided it was time for us all to play a game of dress up with Julie. This was to mark the beginning of our more intricate and involved sessions with Julie.
Mrs. Larson went upstairs with Julie while me and the boys drank root beer, played X-Box and talked about how great hurting Julie was, Truth be told, we were all pretty sick little monkeys, but talking about it really helped dissolve the last of our shyness around each other.
After about thirty minutes Mrs. Larson came back with Julie. She had put Julie in a catholic school girls uniform, an actual one, not one of the rip offs you find at a Halloween store. She had put makeup on her daughter as well as put her hair into cute pig tails, she even had her wearing a small silver cross.
For the next hour or so we played butt fuck the schoolgirl. Julie had cock after cock forced past her swollen little anal ring as she was bent over the kitchen table. In a few weeks Mrs. Larson would actually buy one of those school desks we used to sit at in elementary school and make Julie bend over that while in her little uniform.
It was the boys first time driving their cocks into Julie’s tiny rectum, they loved it of course, Julie truly hated it. After awhile she was screaming that it was tearing her apart as the boys and me fucked her over and over up her little poop chute. Mrs. Larson just smiled and called Julie a filthy little girl who deserved to her ass stuffed.
Soon a rule was devised that no one should cum inside Julie during these sessions. It made everything messy and gave the little slut too much slick sperm as lube. So Julie was forced to suck off the filthy twitching cocks that had reamed out her shitter and swallow the cum. Accidents happened of course, but more or less we all perfected the technique pretty well.
When we were all drained and simply could not get hard again no matter what, Mrs. Larson had Julie crawl around to each of us and clean our dirty shitty cocks with her mouth one last time. She gagged and choked on each one but never refused. Mrs. Larson's obsession and hate of her daughter was palpable, It was obvious it scared the hell out of the girl.
For the next couple weeks or so we fucked Julie senseless, shot load after load of cum down her throat until she puked, stuffed our cocks up her tight pain filled shitter and made her crawl for us like a dog, but that was about all Mrs. Larson would allow for the moment. She drilled into us the rules like we were children that needed to know what was allowed on the playground.
We were never supposed to hit Julie in the face or head, ever. Mrs. Larson had read a book about some girl that a family abused who died from being struck in the head and kicked in the kidney’s. Shit like breaking fingers or toes, ripping out hair, kicking, punching anything like that would get someone thrown out and none of us wanted that to happen. Mrs. Larson planned to have our little games go on a very long time.
She had Julie on birth control pills from before I started coming over and planned to get Julies tubes tied when Julie was old enough.
Mrs. Larson wanted her tits to heal and the canvas to be fresh again She said that too much more too soon and Julie would just snap. Still, she needed to know her place as a fuck toy and a little useless twat to be used .

Tuesday, July 10th
A Week at the Farm

As summer rolled on we were at the Larson place pretty much every day at least for a couple hours. None of us being out of our parents homes yet, we usually had chores or family stuff to do and Mrs. Larson was careful about letting any of us stay too long. Of course, what with fucking Mrs. Larson I tended to stay on longer then the boys. Still Mrs. Larson was worried that a bunch of teen age boys at her house would raise some suspicions.
All of our parents had noticed the new friendship between myself and the boys and were generally pleased by it. Jacob and Samuel parents, also being Jonah’s aunt and uncle thought I was being a kind of big brother to the three, while Pete and Eric had convinced their mom that I was a good kid who hired them at the Larson farm to do extra chores and such for the poor widow. My mom was just usually happy whenever I was out of the house.
Packing our backpacks, sleeping bags and tents, we told our families we were going for a week long camping trip up in the hills, just us boys, bonding, fishing, hiking and playing games, all that wholesome crap, they bought it and we spent the next whole week at the farm.

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