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IF YOU READ PART ONE YOU KNOW THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO GO CAMPING IN THIS INSTALLMENT. FOR SOME REASON I’M NOT SURE OF THEY HAVEN’T YET.
A couple of years back, before her dad had become so fond of disciplining her, and prior to her seeing his violent nature emerging (although she figured out pretty quickly that her mom had experienced some pain at his hands by then) Cindy’s dad had, one day, taken her to a house a few blocks from their own home. Inside, she had waited in the living room while her father and the woman of the house, Nora Timmons, had gone into Nora’s bedroom. Cindy could here them in there fucking their brains out. She was young, but she had known what she was hearing. Cindy was shocked. She wasn’t just surprised her dad would be with another women; she was upset that he would make sure she knew what he was up to. She waited for him, embarrassed, angry and impatient. When he was through, he and Cindy got in his truck to go home.
“Mom would be so hurt,” she said, “It’s not right what you’re doing.”
He’d smiled. “I’ll ask Bob Timmons if he though your mom was upset.”
“He was at our house?”
“Uh huh.”
When they’d arrived home her mom had been angry and spoke in short, clipped, accusatory tones to her dad. Finally, she found some courage and got to what was on her mind. “I’m not some piece of property to pass around with your buddies,” she’d said, glaring at him. Her dad’s features clouded. He had roughly grabbed Cindy’s mom and taken her down to the basement. She could here him yelling at her down there and Cindy crept down the stairs and saw what he was doing to her. He took her mom to a work bench where he bent her hips over the rough thing and tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench. He whipped her ass hard with his leather belt, yelling at her about doing a woman’s duty and what it means for a man to run the household. Finished with the beating, he got serious. He forced a length of ridged metal pipe into her rectum and began heating it with a blow torch.
“Gonna do what you’re told?”
“YES! YES! YES!” She started screaming for him to stop. “PLEASE! IT HURTS! OOOOWWWW!!!”
“You do as you’re fucking told!” He turned the torch off and watched his wife squirm in pain.
“I will! I will! I swear!”
“Fucking better. You think about your smart mouth for a bit.”
Cindy got out before her dad saw her. He came up the stairs alone, face a mask of pure rage and he left her mom tied up in the basement all night. Cindy thought about untying her but she imagined that metal rod in her own ass, glowing red with heat, burning her insides, her father taking off his belt to whip her and she couldn’t find the courage to interfere.
That experience years back had been the beginning of her dad’s abusive domination of Cindy and her mom. Gradually, where it came to Cindy, her mom became a participant in the abuse as well. Now, two weeks after Cindy’s rape in the public bathroom and her subsequent beating, Bob Timmons appeared at the door on a Friday evening. This wasn’t unusual. No doubt Cindy’s dad was at the Timmons residence fucking the shit out of Nora. When her mom opened the door Bob came in like he owned the place.
“Evening Doreen,” he greeted Cindy’s mom. He smiled and eyed Cindy, “and a pleasant evening to you too, Cindy.”
Cindy glared at him. Her mom mumbled a greeting and looked down at the floor.
“Yes,” he said as if she’d asked, “I would like some dinner, thank you.”
Doreen sighed, “I’ll fix you something.”
“Call me when it’s ready,” he said, walking over and grabbing Cindy by the arm, “we’ll be upstairs.”
“Bob,” Doreen said, “she can make you something. I’ll go up with you.”
“I’ll be back for your old worn out hole later, Doreen.”
Cindy was hauled upstairs and shoved through the doorway to her room. Bob entered behind her and closed the door. He told her to take her clothes off and she quickly complied.
“That’s good, Cindy,” he said with approval. “You know what your dad would do to you if you didn’t give me what I want, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Course, he’s a pussy when it comes to his girls. If it were me, I’d do a lot worse to you.”
“You won’t need to.”
“Well,” he grinned, “that’s because you’re a little whore, right?”
“If that’s what you want.”
He opened his pants and pulled his thick, hard cock out. “What I want right now is your little lips wrapped around my pecker.”
She kneeled in front of him and took his hard cock into her mouth. She swabbed his hard-on with her tongue and let him push it into her throat. He groaned with pleasure and grabbed her head, working his big dick in and out of her mouth. She hoped if she got him off he’d be satisfied for a while and leave her alone. Maybe he’d fuck her mother or something and she would be done with him.
He fucked his cock in and out of her tiring mouth for some time but he finally groaned loudly and pulled his cock free. “You sure can suck dick,” he told her. “Hold still now.”
She held her position as he jacked himself a few times and shot thick ropes of cum across her face and into her eyes. She wanted to wipe it away and brought her hands up but he caught them. “No you don’t,” he said, “you just sit and enjoy it, bitch. You better look just like that when I get back.” He tucked his cock away just as her mother’s voice came from down stairs. “Your food is ready!” he smiled down at her drenched face and left the room. Cindy stayed where she was on the floor as his cum dripped down her face and neck. She knew he’d be back to use her again right away and resistance would mean a severe beating.
Cindy was surprised when Bob called to her from downstairs and ordered her to “get her ass down there,” as he put it. She put on her bra and panties and went to the kitchen. Inside, Bob sat at the table watching her nude mother crawl around the linoleum floor. “She’s a whore like you, Cindy,” he said, picking up a forkful of food off his plate, “and you cunts look best crawling as far as I’m concerned. Why don’t you get down there with her?”
As he’d ordered, Cindy dropped to the floor and crawled alongside her mother. She examined her mom out of the corner of her eye, noticing her mom’s tears. She eyed Bob with an accusation in her eyes.
“Did you hurt her?” Cindy glared at him.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“I’m sorry,” she said, but in a tone of voice that told him she didn’t really mean it.
“Well,” he smiled, “we’ll see if you’re being so damn sorry makes much difference later on, Cindy.”
“Yes, sir.”
The two women crawled as he ate and when he seemed satisfied he pushed his plate away and called Cindy’s mom over. He made her turn away from him and push her butt up toward him. Then he had her hold her ass open and he started shoving potato, carrot and pieces of meat up her ass. He seamed to be enjoying himself immensely. When he was done he called Cindy over as well. He pointed to her mother’s messy ass. “That’s your dinner, bitch. Eat every bite.”
“Sir, I just…”
“Cindy!” Her mom shut her up. “Do as he says.”
With disgust, Cindy lowered her lips to her mom’s anus and sucked the food from inside the woman as she’d been told. She nearly made it, almost got the mess chewed and swallowed, but finally she couldn’t take any more. She turned away from her mom’s plump bottom and threw up on the floor. Bob’s face clouded. “You’re going to pay for that,” he said in a very eager voice.
Cindy let herself fall sideways and curled herself up in a ball. She lay next to the puddle of puke she’d made and looked up at her tormenter. He stood over her, hands on hips, erection obvious in his pants, turned on by the thought of beating the teenager. She drew herself up into a tighter fetal position and waited. She figured he’d use his feet and fists, maybe his belt, but he gripped her upper arm almost gently and pulled her to her feet.
“Doreen,” he said, nodding at the stinking puddle, “looks like you got some clean up to take care of. This little whore daughter of yours will be a little busy for a little while. But when you’re done, you just wait in your bedroom for me. I haven’t forgotten how much you love licking my asshole for me.”
“Yes, Bob.”
Bob Timmons pulled Cindy up the stairs, past her bedroom, which surprised her, and into the bathroom. He opened the toilet and made her kneel in front of it. He grabbed her hair in one hand, gripping it tightly and hurting her scalp, and her right hand in the other. He made her extend her pointer finger.
“Okay,” he said, “now you being so eager to puke and all, how ‘bout we throw up a little bit?” he gripped her hand tightly, made her open her mouth, and forced her finger down her throat. She choked, and retched and finally began puking. He kept forcing the finger down her as she was heaving and sobbing and fighting for breath. “It’s a fucking diet, right?” he offered, “binge and purge, that’s what you sluts do, isn’t it?” He forced her finger deeper into her throat until she was dry heaving, until her stomach muscles were screaming in pain and she couldn’t get her wind, until she felt dizzy and weak. Finally, he dropped her hand and flushed the toilet.
“No need to worry about gaining any weight from your dinner now.” He seemed pleased with himself.
Cindy started to sit back on her heels, to try to rest, but he pushed her face down to the floor. “Get your rump in the air, Cindy, and get them legs open.” She heard him drawing his belt through the loops.
“Are you going to beat me?”
“Oh yeah,” he said enthusiastically, “I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”
She felt him move next to her, she tensed her body. The leather hitting her exposed pussy lips sounded like a pistol shot in the small room. Pain flooded her small body, shooting up from the impact to her pussy lips, through her groin and stomach, up her chest and into her brain. She screamed, a loud, shrill, animal cry of agony and fear. She tried to scramble back away from him, to cover herself with her hands, to curl into a ball, something, anything to avoid another shot like that.
“Did that hurt?”
“Please don’t hurt me.” She said it almost to herself in a low voice. She’d been here before; the begging wasn’t going to save her. She knew that well enough. “Please, I’ll be so good!. But don’t hurt me again, alright?”
“Well, honey,” he grinned widely, “I don’t doubt you’re gonna be good. Your mom’s a great little cocksucker and the apple don’t fall far from the tree, does it? Now, before we get to that, you get your ass back in the air for me or you’re gonna pay, you hear?”
It took all her concentration but she struggled back into position, her ass raised for him, her bruised pussy lips swollen and exposed. She started sobbing. It wasn’t the whipping she was about to take that brought the intense emotion either; it was the one she knew her father would deliver when he learned she’d fucked up. “Oh God,” she thought, sensing the belt coming down again, “I hope he kills me.”
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The rope was cutting off the circulation in her wrists and ankles and Cindy knew that her dad was not going to slacken the restraints one bit. Her mom, tied in the basement next to her, was crying softly, which scared her.
“Told you to cooperate, damn it!” Cindy’s dad was behind the two women doing something she couldn’t see. “You embarrassed me; that’s what you did. I can’t have that from you two.”
Cindy wished she could turn around and see what might be coming. He had taken their clothes away and tied them naked over padded saw horses. She could see the floor in front of her face and as far back as the cement floor behind her tied feet but little else save her dad’s boots pacing behind her when he came close. She hoped he wouldn’t use the blow torch like the time he heated the metal in her mom’s cunt. The one time he’d used it on her mother had convinced Cindy she didn’t want any of that.
Her dad gagged her, then her mother. This would be bad, she knew and she was terrified. Moments later the first blow landed and she screamed into the gag. She recognized the feel of the fan belt, its firm rubber outside and metal cords inside. It was hard and unforgiving and would cut her.
He worked on her for a few minutes then moved to her mom, then began on her again. The belt whistled through the air and hit with a harsh slap at first and then, when her skin had been torn, a wet slapping sound. She cried and screamed and struggled as the pain became overwhelming until she finally lost consciousness. She didn’t know how long she’d been out but when she came to the blows had stopped and she couldn’t hear her dad behind her. Next to her, her mom was obviously unconscious, her head hanging limp, her body still. Cindy heard herself groaning and her ass was on fire. She could feel blood trickling down her thigh and legs and she could see it on the floor between her feet. The amount of it scared her all over again and she panicked for a moment but fought the feeling down. The gag had been removed from her mouth at some point too and she noticed pooled saliva beneath her.
“You awake?” Her father’s voice came from somewhere in the room off to her left.
“Yes,” she whispered. The screaming had ruined her voice for the night.
“A woman’s gotta learn her place. That’s what the whippin’s about.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know what a woman’s place is?”
“Yes.”
“You do, huh?”
“Respect for her daddy. Respect for all men. Do what she’s told. When she’s married, to give her man babies, cook and clean, do as she’s told by her husband.”
“That’s right. Now, when I tell you to treat a man like Bob Timmons right, what does that mean?”
“Do what he tells me.”
“Correct, Cindy. He tells me he gave you dinner and you purposely threw it up on the floor. That was on MY floor, Cindy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And when he tried to get you straightened out on your manners you sassed him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her dad untied her and she stood up, dizzy and sore. Her ass hurt so badly she nearly screamed. Her mother’s ass was a torn, bloody mess. The woman was still unconscious. Her dad nodded toward her mom. “Untie her, and get her cleaned up. Put her in bed and then get the kitchen cleaned. When you get done get your own ass into your bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Cindy?” he gave her a warm smile.
“Yes, sir?”
“Don’t wear your night things. I’ll be along in a little while.”
Her heart sank. She wondered if she’d survive his assault on her pussy tonight along with everything else she’d endured. For a mad moment she considered simply running away. But she knew he’d catch her. She lowered her head and spoke to the floor.
“Yes, sir,” she heard herself say.
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