Step Child - Alene

I must have been born under an unlucky star. I was an only child because I had torn up Mom so bad in childbirth she couldn’t have another. If the guilt from that wasn’t bad enough she died of ovarian cancer when I was ten. Naturally I thought that was my fault too and was heartbroken.
Daddy tried to console me and that made me transfer all my love to him. I really tried to replace Mom. I kept the house clean and washed his clothes but unfortunately I couldn’t cook worth a damn. I went on the simple philosophy that “If you can’t fry it. Fuck it.”
Daddy didn’t even wait a full year before he started dating. I was really disappointed with him but when I complained he said that both of us needed a woman around the house and that he needed to get married.
At first it was not a threat he just went out with bimbos for one night stands but then he brought home a woman and made a big deal out of introducing her and said he hoped we would get along. I hated her on sight. She was not like Mom at all. My Mom was one of those supermoms like Mrs Cleaver in Nickleodian while this broad reminded me of the woman in Fatal Attraction. She was polite but I could tell she didn’t like me either.
It got serious really fast. By the fourth date she was sleeping with him and I would sneak downstairs to hear them squealing like pigs in his bedroom. I was disgusted with him. How could he put her in the same bed he had spent so much time in with Mom?
I was also jealous. Strange things were happening to my body. The peach fuzz on my vagina began to grow and I was the only girl in the seventh grade with boobies. Boys were staring at me and the girls were teasing me to make me feel really abnormal and I wished Mom was back so I could talk to her about it. I tried to talk to Dad but he just got embarrassed and said he would find me a book to explain everything but he never did.
Then I discovered something else. While standing nude in front of my mirror to feel my new boobs and inspect my vagina I discovered a little nubbin at the top of my slit that really felt good to rub with my finger. I laid on my bed to rub more and to my delight felt excitement rushing through my body that ended with this great feeling of release.
Thank God that fall the school started a sex education program. It explained my changes although I was a little ahead of time and also explained the nubbin I had found was called the clitoris and was the main erogenous zone in girls.
I stayed after class and in spite of my embarrassment since I had no mother I told Mrs Blondin I had discovered my clitoris and wondered if it hurt anything to caress it
To my great relief she just chuckled and said, “No dear it won’t hurt anything. What you have discovered is called masturbation and it is quite normal fo girls to do it. Naturally you should be discreet. Just do it in private, not in the classroom.” She laughed and hugged me and I felt really relieved that I would not have to stop doing it.
Then she got serious and opened her book to a picture of an open vagina. She pointed to a spot inside it and said, “This is your hymen. It is easily torn and when torn you will no longer be technically a virgin so you should not put anything bigger than your finger inside. Okay?”
Mom had been proud of the fact that she was a virgin when she married Dad so I understood.
I got into the habit of doing it every night since it not only felt good but took my mind off my problems and as an added benefit made me sleep good.
Then Dad said he was taking the family out to dinner. I hardly thought of her as “Family” but when we met her at a fancy restaurant I understood. She had two boys with her about thirteen and fourteen she intoduced as Matt and Josh. I immediately thought of the “Brady Bunch” but these guys weren’t like the nice Brady boys at all. All through dinner they stared at my boobs with the nipples making points in the silk blouse Dad had bought me. I was really embarrassed and averted my eyes as I wished I had gotten around to getting a bra.
To my chagrin Dad stood up to say, “I am proud to announce Rachel has aceepted my offer of marriage. He gave her a big diamond ring and she stood up to kiss him in front of all the people in the restaurant. I could have died of embarrasment I shrunk down in my chair while she ground her big tits into his chest.
On the way home he said, “We are flying to Vegas Tomorrow to be married. You will have fun. There is a swimnming pool at the motel and a lot of the videogame places you like. You can even see a Circus!”
I was not impressed. Dad? Do you have to marry her? I don’t like her and she doesn’t like me. Couldn’t you find someone more like Mom?”
“Oh Honey don’t be silly. It is natural for you to be a little jealous. She thinks you are pretty, she is a good cook, and now you will have someone to talk to about your changing body.”
I just sat there pouting. Fat chance I was going to discuss my body with her!
Vegas was fun at first. I really enjoyed the circus at Circus Circus and went through gobs of quarters at the video games but when we decided to swim at the motel pool the boys spent all their time staring at girls in tiny bikinis and teased me about my one piece suit with the ruffles at the bottom and top that helped hide me.
To my chagrin Rachel agreed with them! She turned to Dad and said, “You know that suit is a little childish for such a grownup girl. I think I will take her shopping for one more suitable.”
I could hardly believe it when Dad said, “Yeah I guess you are right. I don’t see a girl over six with one like hers.”
I whined, Dad! Those girls are practically naked. I would be embarrassed.”
“Oh don’t be silly.You should be embarrassed by the childish suit. Bikinis hide all the important parts.”
Rachel said, “Good. Come on Allene. we are going shopping.”
We didn’t have to go far. There was a boutique in the casino. She picked out a tiny white bikini and led me in to a dressing room to try it on. I turned my back to her to try it on but it didn’t help much since I was facing a mirror.
It was tiny! the bottom was cut in a vee that nearly reached my pubic bone and no matter how I pulled at the seat about half my buns showed. The top was little too. Even though my boobs were only about 33B in order to cover the lower curve of my breasts my little pink nipples were barely covered and she tightened the back strap to make them balloon over the top.
I looked in the mirror wondering how anyone could go out in public in this when she suddenly scooped up my old suit and said, “Fine. The boys will love it.”
She went out the door to pay for it while I huddled in the dressing room. She came back to grab my arm and drag me past all the people in the casino towards the pool. I thought I would die of embarrassment as men stared .
As soon as we were back to our chaise lounges I grabbed a towel to hide myself but not in time to avoid the whistle from Matt and the applause from Josh. I looked at Dad for help but he juat said, “Wow. You are pretty.”
I laid down and pulled the towel over me like a blanket blushing furiously.
Just as I was beginning to relax Rachel jerked the towel off me and said, “Go swimming. That is why I bought the suit.”
I thought the water would hide me and ran as fast as I could to jump into the water and stand in it up to my neck.
She let me get away fwith it for awhile then stood up holding my towel open as if to wrap around me and said, “Okay. Enough swimming. Our appointment to be married is in an hour and we have to dress for it.”
I walked out of the pool at the stairs and then almost died when Dad said, “Jesus! That white suit is transparent when wet. I can see her pink nipples. You are going to have to sew a pad under it.”
I ran for the towel but couldn’t escape the boys staring eyes and their leers.
The wedding cereemony in a little chapel was over in a few moments but I felt sick knowing her and her nasty boys would be living with us from then on.
The next morning I dressed in a sweater and skirt that hid me from my neck to my knees. There was no way I was going swimming again. I was watching “Leave it to Beaver” on Nicklodian when there was a knock on my door.
Matt was standing there and handed me a twenty dollar bill saying , “Here. They must have fucked their brains out. They are staying in bed. They gave us twenty apiece to eat and play games. They don’t want to be disturbed.”
I thought he was really gross to say that and the thought of their naked bodies doing the things described in sex ed made me queasy.
We had breakfast and then Josh said, “Let’s go swimmin.” There was no way I was going to make a spectacle of myself so I said I would rather play video games. They left me to change to go to the pool to stare at the girls while I plugged quarter after quarter in video games until I got bored and just walked around window shopping at all the boutiques. I saw tons of tiny bikinis like mine and a bunch of filmy underclothes and began to wonder if I was overly modest. A lot of girls must wear that stuff or else they would not have so much of it.
That evening they paged us to come to their room and we went to dinner and a show. No-one seemed shocked at all to see all the girls on stage with bare boobs but I was blushing imagining myself up on that stage. We went to bed after that and to my surprise imagining myself on the stage with all the applause excited me enough to play with myself until I had a nice orgasm.
A few days later at lunch Josh dropped a plate of food on the rug. Rachel went nuts. She screamed at him for ruining the rug although I knew it could easily be cleaned and told him to get the strap. He was whimpering as he trudged off to his room and tears were flowing when he returned to hand her a leather strap about three inches wide and two feeet long.
In spite of me standing there she made him take down his jeans and shorts to lean over the dining room table. I had never seen a boy’s penis before except in pen and ink drawings. It was dangling between his legs lying on his scrotum. Inconguously I wondered how that could be pushed into a vagina to make a baby.
She began hitting his buns! They flattened and bounced back as red wide stripes appeared while he howled and she didn’t quit until he was red from the upper curve to his upper thighs and he was bawling like crazy.
When she quit he obviously cared less about modesty as he straightened up to rub his buns as he continued to cry until she finally gave him a hug and said, “Okay. Go take a cool shower to stop the burn. You will be good now. Won’t you?”
He blubbered “Yes. Yes! I promise.” and began moving toward the stairs pulling up his pants as he went.”
I was totally shocked and when Dad came home I mixed his drink as always and cuddled in his lap to say softly, “Rachel is a monster! She beat poor Josh’s butt with a leather strap just for spilling his plate.”
“Well they are her kids and I guess she must have learned that was the way to handle them.”
“Yeah but what if she wants to spank me?”
“You are a good girl. You aren’t going to do anything to deserve a spanking are you?”
I said, “No.” but I was worried he had not ruled out the possibility.”
A few days later She came out of their room and said, “Your Dad and I are going dancing. How do you like my little black dress?”
It was awful! The hem barely covered her butt and it had a vee front that bared all her cleavage and reached almost to her belly button.
I said honestly, “You look like a whore.”
She got instant mad and slapped my face. Hard! hard enough to make me see stars. I ran off to lock myself in my room bawling like crazy. I had to get even with her!”
By the time Dad got home the red on my cheek had faded so I decided it was best not to tell him about the slap since I would also have to admit I called her a whore.
He loved the damn dress saying, The hell with dinner. I want to take you to a restaurant before the dance to show you off.”
Granted the dress was no more revealing than the dresses actresses wore to the Academy Awards but she was no movie star.
I watched TV with the boys for awhile but their constant staring at my boobs under my t-shirt embarrassed me and I went to my room to play on my computer until it was time to shower.
I was washing my hair with my eyes closed when I heard a chuckle. I wiped my eyes with a washcloth and turned to see both boys staring at my nude body and giggling. I tried to open the door to kill them but they easily held it closed and I realised they were enjoying watching me struggle so I huddled in the tub to hide myself. They finally tired of just seeing my back and the top of my buns and left.
I dried quickly then put on my robe and rushed down to scream, “You bastards! I am going to tell Dad and he will kill you!”
They weren’t even embarrassed! Matt just said, “Bullshit. If you didn’t want us to watch you would have locked the door.”
I was flabbergasted. I had always locked the door because Dad had told me to so he wouldn’t walk in on me. I had no idea why I hadn’t locked it this time. I sputtered a little and said lamely “Well you still shouldn’t have done it.It wasn’t nice.”
I got dressed and waited up for them even though they did not get home until after twelve. I wnt down to hug Dad and said, “Her rotten boys peeked at me while I was taking a shower.”
They had both been drinking and she just giggled and said, “Boy’s just barge into the bathroom when they have to pee. You should have locked the door.”
Dad agreed with her! He said, “I told you to lock the bathroom door. You are going to have to get used to boys being around. They never knock.”
I went back to my room thoroughly disgusted they did not understand my terrible embarrassment. I was especially mad at her.
End part one
PART TWO THE STEPCHILD
I went out the next morning to pooper scoop after our big labrador dog, Bones, who I had insisted Dad buy me when it was a cute puppy. He had only agreed on the condition I take care of it. It had been so cute as a puppy but now it was huge and the big poop he left was really disgusting. He also had the disconcerting habit of jamming his nose into your crotch at the most inopportune times to embarress hell out of you. The pile in the scoop gave me an idea. I opened her car door and carefully put it on the seat of her car under the steering wheel then hid in the bushes giggling waiting for her to come out for her daily shopping trip.
She came out wearing tiny short shorts and a t-shirt. When she sat down she squealed and her eyes popped to make me roll on the ground laughing.
She did not see the humor in it. She ran over to grab me by the arm to drag me over to the car and yelled, “Clean this up so you can eat off it. While you are at it wash these!”
She jerked down her shorts and panties in one motion and threw the shitty things at me. I could hardly believe she would strip like that. Our house was all by itself but someone could have come up the driveway and I knew the boys would see her when she went in.
Cleaning up was no big deal. They were vinyl seats and I just got a bucket of soapy water that made them cleaner than before the poop. I was just throwing her shorts and panties in the dryer when she walked in to say, “Did you get the seat clean?
“Sure. Better than it was.”
“We’ll see. Come with me.”
She dragged me out to the car and said, “If it is so damn clean. Lick it with your tongue.”
I knew all I would taste was soap but it was still very humiliating and I think I would have said “No” if she hadn’t threatened to whip the skin off my ass.”
When she was satisfied I had licked every inch of the seat she ripped off my t-shirt to dry it and got in to make the tires squeal as she left. I held the torn T-shirt in front of me and ran into the house. Thankfully the boys were at the pool in back of our house.
I began to think I got off lightly and had to giggle as I tried to imagine how the dog poop squishing up between her legs had felt.
I wasn’t to get off so lightly. When Dad gat home she told him what I had done and said I deserved a good spanking.
I protested, “Daaad She started it. She slapped me!”
“Only after she called me a whore and I didn’t hurt her. Look . There is no bruise.”
‘Dad! I saw stars!”
He ignored that, I almost wished I bruised easier. He said, “I agree you should be punished. Go to your room and stay there. No dinner!”
That was no problem. I had loaded up on junk food after school and planned to go to my room anyway to go tease boys in chat rooms with my computer.
I only got a few steps when she screamed, “ Bullshit! She deserves a spanking. She spends all her time in her room anyway. You have spoiled her rotten! She either gets a spanking or I am leaving! She has to learn to show some respect.”
Dad wimped out! He said, “Well maybe you are right. I was spanked by my parents and I guess it didn’t cause much harm. It did make me think before I said or did anything.”
I froze then yelled, “Dad! she uses a leather strap! It will kill me.”
My Dad used his belt which is the same thing. It won’t kill you but only ten. Okay?”
Rachel said, “Okay ten this time but if she does something nasty again it will be twenty.”
I whined, Da-ad.”
“Don’t worry. It will be all over in a minute. I’ll hold your hand.”
Rachel said, “You can hold both of them. Allene lean over the card table so he can reach your hands.”
Dad had bought a big heavy octagonal shaped card table from a bar with a felt top. He sat on one side and whimpering I laid over it and held out my hands to him feeling the felt on my bare belly when the half-shirt slid up.
I was wishing I had not worn my old jeans with the seat nearly worn out but she didn’t even allow me that! She reached under me to unsnap my jeans and run down the zipper then pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles in one motion.
I yelled “No! No! Not on my bare bottom.”
I really began to cry when Dad said, “Rachel knows best. You wouldn’t even feel a strap over jeans and panties.”
He was wrong. It wasn’t over in a minute. She hit me to cause a terrible sting then would pause to let me feel tha pain radiate through my body while I bawled and squirmed before giving me another. I gripped Dad’s hands as hard as I could while I yelped and squirmed hurt even more by embarrassment as the boys yelled, “Good one Mom!” or “Wow that one made her red!” because it made it so plain I was completely exposed. My poor butt felt like it had been attacked by Killer bees at the same time it was toasted. When it was finally over I laid limply on the table. Dad lifted me up by my shoulders while the boys ran around to see me standing. He held me against his chest to console me by saying, “It’s all over darling and we forgive you.”
It wasn’t until that hug which made my nipples rub against his rough wool shirt that made me realize all my squirming had pulled my half-shirt completely over my boobs leaving me naked from my ankles to my neck.
I pulled my arms from his back to jerk down my shirt and pull up my pants to run to my room squealing in anguish when Matt yelled, “ Nice tits. Sis!”
Dad must have realized how painful and humiliating it was because he protected me from further spankings she wanted to give me for any little thing by saying “She won’t be sapnked unless she does something serious.” That didn’t make me hate him any less. He had betrayed me for this slut!
Believe me I did nothing serious even though she kept riding me about my “Grunge” clothes although everyone was wearing them. I guess she wanted me to wear sexy clothes like her but they would make everyone at school think I was a tramp.
Then yet another disaster in my life struck. A truck driver went to sleep at the wheel and hit my Dad’s little sports car head on. Poor Dad never knew what hit him.
I knew Rachel had married him mostly for his money because all through the funeral ceremony she discussed with her rotten boys how they would spend the million dollars her lawyer had said they would collect from the trucking firm.
I didn’t know how well off he was until the reading of his will. He had a net worth of over three million dollars of which I would get half and she the other half along with the house and cars. The catch was that my money was put into a trust that I could not touch until I was twenty-one. God, That was nine more years. In the mean time Rachel was to “Provide” for me.
I found out what that meant the next day. I was to get an allowance of ten dollars a week. That would barely cover school lunches! She said she would buy my clothes and “Necessities” and I knew then my Grunge days were over. I planned to wear the ones I had until they rotted off me.
I escaped to my room as soon as I got home from school. Fortunately Rachel let me telling the boys I needed some time to mourn, She didn’t need it she spent all day shopping for clothes and jewelry.
I had found that the only way I could take my mind off my troubles and get some sleep was by masturbating. It became a nightly ritual. One night I had a dream about Mel Gibson and woke up feeling excited. I kicked off my covers and pulled my nightie up to my neck to tickle my clitoris and pinch and pull on my nipples. My eyes were closed imagining Mel was doing it to me. I was just about to go into orgasm when I heard a giggle.
I snapped my eyes open and Matt and Josh were standing there grinning at me while rubbing their crotches. They must have found a key to my room.
I jerked the covers back over me and yelled, “Get out of here! I am telling Rachel! She will take the skin off your asses!”
“Oh you won’t have to tell her. We will.”
Josh began yelling, “Mom! Mom! Allene is playing with her pussy!”
I heard steps coming up and Rachel pushed by the boys into my room yelling, “Is that true. Your Dad took you to church. You know what the Bible says about that!”
We had gone to church now and then but masturbation had never come up in a sermon.. I yelled, They are lying. They broke into my room. I had an itch and was scratching. That’s
all!” Besides My sex ed teacher said there was nothing wrong with masturbation.”
She came over and threw off the covers to grab my vagina and let her middle finger slip into the little slit.
She pulled it out to show my juices glistening in the sunlight and said triumpantly, “Girls don’t get that wet from scatching. You have committed a sin and lied about it. I am going to blister your butt! Boys go get my strap and four neckties.”
I had pulled the covers back up and was frightened to death but she just ripped them off again and jerked on my arm to make me fall to the floor bruising my hip. she jerked me up on my feet and led me to the foot of my antique four poster bed.
I was barely there when the boys appeared panting from the run up and down the stairs. She said “Tie her ankles and wrists to the posts.”
I fought when they tried to pull my ankles apart so Rachel kicked the inner sides of my ankles to force my legs open. then they pulled up my arms to tie my wrists to the top of the posts. I was so stretched I felt my vertebrae pop.
Then she said, “You are too big for this childish baby-doll nightie.” She ripped off my cotton nightie with the Disney characters to leave me completely naked and blushing as the boys stared at my boobs and nearly hairless pussy.
She began beating my ass. Hard! The stings turned to burns as she went up and down from the top of my butt to mid-thigh. I have no idea how many times she hit me. When she quit I was so hoarse from screaming I was reduced to sobs and hiccoughs and she was sweating so much her dress was wet and sweat was dripping from her nose.
She said, “Okay Tie her face up on the bed.”
I was so exhausted from the beating I was limp and they had to drag me on to it to re-tie my ankles to the foot posts and my wrists to the head posts. I was stretched into an “X” position that exposed me terribly and I closed my eyes to avoid the leers of the boys.
I heard her say, “Just the thing to keep the stings alive. Lift up her ass boys.”
They each grabbed one of my poor stinging ass cheeks and lifted me to bring on hoarse screams as my shoulder joints stretched then she jammed a pillow under my butt that had a crocheted cover I had done in twine when I was little. I loved it with it’s horsies and cows,and chickies but now the twine seemed to rip at my raw butt.
She flipped the cover over me and said, “Let’s go boys. With her hands tied she won’t be playing with herself.”
As if I wanted to. I hurt so much I wished I could faint but I was not that lucky and had to feel the twine digging in finding it was best to lie perfectly still.
I heard her car leave and the boys began pounding up the steps the moment her car screeched out the driveway.
They went to the foot of my bed and grinned at me then Matt said, “Are you pretty sore?”
“Shit! That has to be the understatement of the year and you bastards caused it!”
Josh grinned and said, “We have been talking. Maybe we can help.”
They began pulling down my cover an inch at a time. I know it may seem silly since they had alreasy seen me naked but the slow exposure was embarresseing me so much my blush may have been as deep as the red on my butt.
When the cover was down to my feet they climbed up on the bed to kneel by my helpless naked body. Matt said, “We can make you forget all about your butt.”
They began caressing my nipples and pussy. At first I hated it but then it began to feel really good and the stings coming from my butt just seemed to add to my excitement. He grinned at me and said, “See that is better isn’t it. We always jerk off after a spoanking. It really helps.”
I didn’t bother to answer not wanting them to know what a slut I was to enjoy having my step-brothers touching me so intimitely. They began to get bolder putting their fingers in to my slit to rub my clit and the tender inner lips while pulling and pinching my nipples with their free hand. I began moaning and squirming no longer caring about the twine digging into my raw butt as I approached orgasm.
Just as I was almost there. Matt jumped off the bed yelling, “Shit! Mom is back!” They hurriedly pulled the cover over me and ran downstairs before she came in leaving me frustrated plus now the pain was rapidly coming back.
She came into my room with a little sack and said, “Since you like to rub your pussy, I thought I would give it a good rub.” She pulled a round brush at the end of a handle that I recognized as a pot scrubber.
She brought it down to my pussy so open from my spread legs and began rubbing it hard! I howled as she wore the skin off it seemingly forever. Finally she stopped and said, “You are bleeding a bit. I have something for that.” She pulled out a bottle of iodine and a cotton puff. She soaked the puff and rubbed it on my pussy! It burned so bad she might as well have poured gasoline on it and set it on fire. I fought and squirmed until I was exhausted but there was no way I could break loose from the neckties.
She left yelling, “Boys! Clean up. We are going to shop for some school clothes for you.” I heard her car leave shortly afterwards and knew I would be left still tied. My squirming had made my butt feel almost as raw as my crotch and I laid there crying until I was finally able to go to sleep.
I awoke some time later and most of the pain was gone to be replaced by an itchy feeling I scratched by gently moving my butt on the pillow. A short time later I heard her car come in and then steps coming up the stairs. The boys were with her but I was too scared to be embarrassed when she ripped off the cover to look at my crotch.
She said, “You heal nicely. Scabs have already formed. Are you going to keep your slutty fingers off of it now?”
I whimpered, “I will never touch it again. I swear!”
“Okay. For a few days it will be too sore to play with anyway. I suppose you played with those oversized boobies too. You did didn’t you? Be honest!”
I whimpered, “A little maybe.”
“Then they are going to have to be punished a little. Josh. Go down and cut a switch.”
I felt betrayed! I thought the boys felt sorry for me but Josh grinned then ran down as fast as he could. Matt came over to me grinning and began squeezing my boobs saying, “They are pretty big for a twelve rear old. Huh?”
“Yeah. She is some kind of freak. They will be bigger when I am through. Now leave them alone. She may like that!”
Nothing could be further from the truth. His fondling them only scared me since I knew they would soon be joining my crotch and butt in pain.
Josh burst into the room carrying a switch about three feet long. She began beating my boobs with it! She was especially mean making the evil tip hit my nipples to make me scream. It seemed to go on forever. Thankfully they became numb eventually and I just felt the pressure as the switch dug into them.
She stopped and said, “See. I told you I would make them bigger. Look how much they have swollen.”
Matt and Josh stared at them rubbing their crotches and Matt said, “Yeah. Wow! They look as hard as cantaloupes. Can I touch them?”
She yelled, “You are touching yourselves!. You know how I feel about that! Josh! Go get the flyswatter.”
Josh whined, “No Mom. Please. We couldn’t help it!”
“You WILL learn self-control. Get it!”
I couldn’t understand why that scared him so much. She had used a switch on me that still had my boobs burning and throbbing. How bad could a flyswatter be. I thought they were real wimps.
She moved my library table out into the room as Matt watched her apprehensibly with tears beginning to form in his eyes.
I found out how bad a flyswatter could be. When Josh returned taking a lot more time than it had to get my switch she said, “Okay you know the drill. Drop your pants and get to the table.”
They whimpered but moved to the table and dropped their pants to lay their dicks on the table. They had been hard but now their dicks had shrunk as if trying to hide in their body. She had them press against the table until their balls were pushed betwen their legs. She took the neckties off my ankles to tie their hands behind their backs. I took the opportunity to slide off that damn pillow.
She grabbed the heads of their dicks to pull them out straight causing a howl of anguish then began hitting their dicks with the flyswatter. They howled again as it came down to redden their dicks but didn’t pull back evidentally knowing she would do something even worse if they did.
She hit them endlessly. To my amazement even though they were crying their dicks began to lengthen! She stopped suddenly and yelled. “Don’t touch them or I will use the switch!”
It must have been really hard not to caress their now dark red peni but they pulled up their pants carefully holding the front out to avoid having them scraped then ran to their rooms bawling.
She looked at me and said, “See. I am fair. If the boys masturbate I punish them too.”
I still did not think she was fair. The brush on my vagina had to be worse than the flyswatter.
She untied my wrists and said, “Okay you can go take a cool bath to stop the sting and reduce the swelling but don’t put on any clothes. I will be watching to see if your vagina gets wet again. Aftere your bath come down to dinner but no clothes!”
END PART TWO
PART THREE THE STEPCHILD
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My poor pussy had a lot of scabs and my boobies had become black and blue. The cool water felt good and I laid in the tub until she hollered that dinner was ready. I dried very carefully to keep from hurting my boobs and to leave the scabs intact. I went down the stairs naked actually glad that clothes would not be rubbing on my sore body.
At dinner I ignored the boy’s stares and kept my eyes focused on my plate. She said, Tomorrow is Monday. You can stay home from school though because I am going to have a talk with your slutty sex education teacher.”
I wanted to talk to her too. I was sure it was not normal to punish kids so bad for masturbation and wanted to see if there was any way to stop her but I wasn’t going to get that chance.
That night after she had gone to bed Matt and Josh slipped into my room. Josh said, “I have some sunburn cream. It really helps.”
I said, “Did you use it on your pee pees?”
“Naw. It hurt like hell. The heads of our dicks is real sensitive but the red and hurt is all gone now. See?”
He opened the flap on his pajamas to show me his dick. It was back to the normal color and it was rapidly getting hard either from the act of showing it to me or seeing my nude body which was still too sore to have covers rubbing on it.
I said, “Yeah it looked like it hurt. Have you ever thought about running away?”
“Yeah we even tried it once but she found us and gave us a terrible whipping so we never tried again. We don’t want to now anyway. We are rich and we have you.”
“Maybe not for long. I am going to get away from her somehow. I can’t take any more punishment.”
“Where would you go? Mom says you don’t have any relatives that are still alive. Besides you can avoid punishment by being good. She is going to take us to Disney World after school is out. You wouldn’t want to miss that. Would you?”
I had been to Disneyland when I was little and really had a good time. I began to think it may be best to stay as long as I was careful not to piss her off. In spite of what the sex ed teacher had said I knew it was not right to masturbate because my real mom had told me not to touch myself down there when I was little. Maybe I had deserved being punished.
Josh said, “Lets try the salve.”
I felt a little guilty saying, “Okay,” knowing I should have just asked for the salve to put on myself but I laid back and opened my legs.
Matt must have been fascinated by my breasts because he chose to put the salve on them while Josh put it on my crotch. It felt wonderful! They had stopped hurting by then anyway and this was great. I only whimpered when occasionally Josh’s fingers pulled at a scab. My excitement rose and this time there was no interruption and my body began to convulse as
powerful orgasms ran through me.
They watched me awestruck as I shuddered and moaned then when I calmed down Josh grinned and said. “Our turn.”
They pulled down their pajama bottoms and crawled up on the bed to kneel by my sides then Josh squeezed the salve into my palms. I thought it was the least I could do and began rubbing it on their now very hard dicks. They got a look of pure bliss on their faces then Josh made a funny face and so did Matt. Suddenly this snotlike stuff shot out of their dicks to land on my stomach. I yelled, “Gross! What is that?”
Matt laughed and said, “That is the stuff that makes babies. It won’t hurt you. It doesn’t even taste bad. Thanks I feel a lot better. Josh said, “Me too!” and they pulled their pj’s back on to go to bed.
Their stuff didn’t hurt or anything but it felt gross so I got up to take a quick shower then slept like a baby.
The next morning I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. My boobs had purple stripes but they didn’t hurt anymore and I saw the salve had taken the scabs off my pussy which now felt okay except for still being red. My butt was really bruised but it didn’t seem to hurt either. I was starved but I didn’t know if I dare put on clothes to go downstairs or not. I finalkly decided that I was getting used to being naked anyway and didn’t want to take a chance on pissing her off so I compromised by wearing a robe I left open at the front.
Matt and Josh were seated at the table having breakfast. They grinned ear to ear as they watched me walk toward them with my boobs quivering at each step. I blushed but in truth I kind of enjoyed the fact they loved to see me.
She noticed me and said, “Drop the robe. I want to check you out.” I let it fall to the floor and she came over to walk around me patting all my bruised places and saying, “I did a good job on you. Still hurt?”
“No. My boobies and butt are still throbbing a bit.”
“You have amazing recuperative powers. I see the scabs have even fallen off.”
I was afraid she may wonder if the boys had helped and said quickly, “I took another shower and they kind of dissolved.”
“Good. I know if I have to do it again there will be no permanent damage.”
I became scared and said, “You won’t ever have to do it again. I won’t touch it except to wipe after I pee.”
I thought to myself I would not have to touch it now that the boys were so willing to do it for me. I looked down at the floor and saw the chain we used to tie up our dog.
I asked, “Why is that chain in here?”
She said, “It occurred to me that you may think about running away. The chain will allow you to get to the sink, the toilet and the fridge while I go downtown to see that slutty sex ed teacher.”
I felt trapped! I had already decided to go to the Police to see if they could make her stop hurting me but now that chance was gone. She wrapped the chain tightly around my waist and put a padlock in it hanging at the back. I followed the chain with my eyes and saw the other end was bolted to the wall. She said, There is a Bible on the table. Read the passages I have marked about spilling seed and honoring your Mother.”
She left and I explored the range of my tether. Just as she said I could reach the fridge sink and toilet but not to a phone , the TV or the stereo. There was nothing to do but read the Bible and sit and think. I began to think about the trajedies in my life. How mom could not have any more babies because of me, and her dying because of me, and the fact Dad had died because I had hated him and wished he would suffer as much pain as me. Suddenly I realized it was not Rachel punishing me it was God. Rachel was just his instrument and I was evil and deserved eveerything that happened to me. Somehow the conviction helped me. I no longer felt guilty about masturbating or enjoying the boy’s fondling of my body. It was just Gods way of consoling me after punishment just as Dad had hugged me after the spanking. Naturally the greater the punishment the greater the condolence which explained my marvelous orgasm I received from the boys after Rachel’s cruel treatment.
Rachel returned later and said, “I told that bitch off. Then went to your principal to see about getting her fired. He wouldn’t do it because he said the school board decided the curriculum but he said that if I objected I could teach you at home with correspondence courses. Do you know what that means.”
I didn’t even know what curriculum meant and had never heard of home teaching so I said, “No. What does it mean?”
“It means that I own your little ass! It means you will never leave this house. It means you will never wear clothes again because you are just an animal no different than a dog. And as an animal you will always be leashed! You will learn to be a good little doggy. What do you think of that?”
She was shocked at my answer, “Yes. I deserve that. I killed my parents and God has sent you to punish me for my terrible sins.”
She gulped but recovered quickly saying, “Yes. I am glad you understand. I may tell you to do things that are very humiliating or painful but you will obey! Won’t you?”
“Yes. even if you kill me I will deserve it.”
She laughed at that. “Oh no! I won’t kill you. I plan to enjoy you for years. Now let’s see if you obey. Come over here and lay on your belly so you can lick my toes.”
I did it and the fact she was wearing open toed sandals and her toes were dirty seemed to make it better to be so humiliated. I thought I must be pleasing God.
She seemed disappointed I obeyed with no protest and said , Wait. Let me get these jeans off.”
I raised myself to kneel just as I should in church to be humble for God while she struggled to get off the tight jeans and then her slutty thong panties. I looked at her crotch and realized what a grown-up looked like. Not the sparse hair like on my crotch but a regular bush of black curly hair.
She said, “Lick my legs.”
I began licking the fronts and sides of her ankles and as they became wet from my tongue she kind of trembled and said ,” Higher.” I licked her thighs feeling the stubble of hair on my tongue and when I got close to her crotch she grabbed my hair to pull back my head to look at her and said, “Now you will do what only whores and lesbians do. You will lick my pussy. Not just the outside. You will stick your tongue into my slit and lick deep. I hope it tastes bad.”
It didn’t though. Just different. Like tuna fish only stronger. Even that taste went away as my saliva and her juices washed her to soak my face. She began to tremble harder and I realized that my tongue was having the same effect on her as the boy’s fingers did me. I looked up at her face that was getting an agonized look as her tummy pulsated then she let out a sigh and pushed me back to sit on my heels.
She patted my head and said, “Good doggy.” but just the humiliation didn’t seem punishment enough for what I had done.
I whimpered, “Aren’t you going to punish me for doing something so slutty?”
She seemed surprised again but then said, “Yes of course. You should have protested until I forced you but I won’t be severe. The flyswatter is on the counter. Get it for me.”
I started to get up to do it but she snarled, “No! Go on your hands and knees. You are a dog. Remember?”
I crawled to the counter and kneeled up to take the swatter in my teeth as a dog would and crawled back to her to kneel again as if a dog begging.
She took it from me and said, “Are your nipples still tender?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Because I am going to whip them with this. Stupid dog! Put your hands on the top of your head. If you take them down I will use the strap.”
I put my hands on my head and grabbed the hair to help me keep them there. She began hitting my nipples! I would never have guessed a simple flyswatter could hurt so much. As tender as my nipples were I knew the boy’s had suffered even more having their dick’s hit with it.
It went on and on but I didn’t get numb like the switch the stings just seemed to get worse and tears were running down my face when she quit to say, ‘You have paid for your slutty behavior. Now doggy training. I bought you a present.”
The present was a dog collar and leash and a riding quirt. She said, “First you will learn to heel.” She started walking around and any time my shoulders wer not even with her legs the quirt would crash down on my butt to make a terible sting. She would speed up and slow down and come to sudden stops and No matter how I tried I could not stay even all the time. When she brought the quirt down between my butt cheeks to let the leather thong on the end hit my anus it hurt so bad I would leap forward which would just earn me more.
Finally she tired of the game and said . “We will work on that some more tomorrow. Sit up and beg.” I knew how our dog did it and went up on my knees with my hands by my shoulders to whimper. She loved that! I was still in that position when Matt and Josh walked in.
She grinned at them and said, “I am training Allene. Doesn’t she make a good doggy?”
Matt said, “Yeah. Real cute! “and Josh said “I love that position.”
“Allene doesn’t have to go to school anymore. I arranged home schooling so she will be available all the time.”
Matt said, “Great! Can we have home schooling too.”
“It is too late for this year. There is only a week left in school then we are going to Disneyworld. Her sex ed teacher told me it was important for children to learn about sex. Allene and I will teach you. Matt is oldest so he will be first. Josh take twenty dollars from my purse and go to the movies. Tomorrow it will be your turn.”
Josh grumbled but left knowing he would get a turn of his own.
She said, “Matt take off your clothes for the lesson.”
I thought he would rip them he hurried so fast. then she said, “Since she is a doggy we will start with doggy style. Allene get on your hands and knees”
This was too much. I said, “No! I won’t be a virgin anymore.”
She got mad! “That ‘No’ willearn you ten swats with the quirt. It doesn’t matter whether or not you are a virgin. get on your hands and knees!”
I did and she began hitting my ass with that terrible quirt. one on each cheek then one down the crack to make me scream when the tip hit my anus and with the last the thong dug into my pussy! The pain was indescribable.
He keeled behind me and drove his penis into my pussy. There was a sharp pain as my hymen ripped then it began feeling good. She must have noticed the look of rapture on my face because she yelled, “No! She is enjoying this too much. Stick it into her asshole.”
He did and I swore he had ripped it too but then even that began feeling good. I had one or two orgasms before he grunted and pulled his soft dick out of me.
He flopped on the floor panting and sweating. She said, “While you rest I will prepare Allene for something more exotic.”
She went to the kitchen drawer and came back with a roll of twine and a knife. She pulled out one of my nipples to wrap twine around it tightening it until I gasped in pain then she did the same to my other one running the twine back to my first nipple to tie a knot. My nipples hurt terribly. I thought the twine may cut them off and they throbbed from the trapped blood. She still wasn’t through. she went back to the drawer to return with a spoon. she put it between the two strings and began turning it. This slowly tightened the strings to make me feel sure my nipples would be ripped off and she didn’t stop until the nipples were nearly touching and I had cleavage almost to my neck.
Matt stared fascinated as he caressed his now hard again dick then she said, “Stick your dick into the cleavage and pump.”
Just the thickness of his peter stretched my nipples even more and I howled and kept howling as he thrust jerking at my nipples until his cum shot up on my neck. He fell back and I continued to bawl while she cut the string with the knife to let my nipples spring back then pulled the bow to take the pressure off them. They hurt again as the blood flowed back into them.leaving me curled up and trying to soothe them with my hands while I cried.
She said, “That’s enough for the first lesson Matt. Go to bed.”
As he went up the stairs still naked I heard him yell, “Josh. Josh! You aren’t going to believe what happened!” I knew he would tell every detail and dreaded seeing their smirking faces the next morning.
It was over for him but not for me.
END PART THREE
PART FOUR THE STEPCHILD
She jerked up my head to look at her and said, “You enjoyed being fucked in your pussy and ass. Admit it! I know you did!”
I whimpered, “Yes but I couldn’t help it”
“That just proves your slutty nature. You must be punished. God would want you to suffer.”
She went to the kitchen and came back with a coil of rope and a cleaver! I became very frightened thinking she planned to chop off my head but then remembered she was going to keep me alive to continue my torment.
She grabbed my leash and led me out to the willow tree. Somehow I felt even more naked outside under the bright sun. She used the cleaver to cut off a switch over five feet long. She handed it to me and said, “Strip off the leaves and twigs.”
I cried all the time I was stripping it knowing the length would give her leverage to really hurt me. She led me over to a big pine tree that had two limbs coming out like outstretched arms. She threw the ropes over the limbs and tied the ends to my wrists then grabbed the other ends of the ropes to pull down on them to pull the front of my body against the tree. I recoiled as the stickery bark stuck into my breasts and used all my strength to hold myself away from it.
I looked at her fearfully with tears flowing as she slowly brought the switch back then there was a terrific sting across my shoulder blades that made me scream and flinch forward against the splintery bark. She hit me over and over finally moving to my butt and now my under belly and pubic area was driven into the bark.
When she finally quit little rivulets of blood were running from my front. She brought me back into the house and tied me face up on the dining room table. She soaked a washcloth in rubbing alcohol and began swabbing. I whimpered and squealed at the terrible burning but it cleaned off the blood and she began pulling out the stickers with a tweezer. That hurt too but somehow I forgot she had caused this and was grateful for the nursing. She seemed surprised when she had pulled the last sticker from my crotch and untied me because I whimpered, “Thank you for helping me.”
She looked embarrassed, “You are welcome. Go to bed and sleep well.”
I didn’t though. There was too much to think about. I laid there on my back feeling the welts against the sheet while idly caressing the stinging places where the stickers had gone in. I was amazed that the fucking had felt so wonderful and assumed I must be a born slut but the really weird thing was that during my torment at the tree I felt a rapture as described by the Bible. I began to compare myself to christian martyrs and even felt I knew how Christ had felt while being crucified. That rapture seemed to confirm I was pleasing God.
The next afternoon was Josh’s turn at me which was much the same as Matt’s except she told me to beg him to fuck my slutty pussy and stinking ass which was really humiliating. I only dreaded the tying of my nipples and at the end I got a break because she let Josh punish me. He just used a little switch on my boobs and pussy that actually excited me more than it hurt.
For the rest of the week she decided to let both boys have me at once. I learned to suck their dicks to give them maximum pleasure and even once had them both fucking me at once with Matt in my pussy and Josh in my ass while she watched with the same happy look as mothers watching their children play in the park. It was almost all pleasure. She even had them lick my pussy so I would know how she felt. She bought a book called the Kama Sutra and we began going through all the positions. Eventually she joined in and I was glad to see Matt humping her knowing she would go to hell for her incest.
To my regret I found I was not going with them on the trip. Rachel thought I would have too many opportunities to escape but after the last few days I wouldn’t have anyway. They were pleased with me and she stocked the reefer with food and soda’s and Matt talked her into letting me have my computer to kill time. He put it on the kitchen counter and I used it to write this account just in case I die so people will know what happened to me.
As I wrote this I began to think about everything and decided that it was not God who was punishing me after all. Rachel was just enjoying herself too much to be an avenging angel.
I dug around in the sack of cables and stuff Matt had brought down and found the telephone extension cord. I plugged it into the phone jack left free when she removed the phone.
I have posted this all over the newsgroups. Someone please help me! Call the police or come in person. I will be alone for another two weeks. If a man or boy rescues me I will make love to him anyway he wants for as long as he wants. Please help!
I live at 1120 Marigold Lane Bakersfield California. PLEASE!!!!!

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