Chapter 2
If only her mother had allowed Cindy to dress. She would have felt so much better because, as it was, she was painfully aware of her naked tits and ass. But they had been so angry after running the boys out of the room, bellowing threats at the tops of their voices, that her father had simply grabbed the naked young girl by one of her slender wrists and had hauled her out into the hall.
With her bare feet stumbling, Cindy was pulled down the stairs to the den, where she was finally released. Her father slammed down into his favorite chair so hard that the springs and legs squeaked. Cindy trembled before him, hot male cum dribbling down her legs. The young girl cried, blubbered and sobbed, but no matter how much she pleaded, she could find no sympathy in his eyes. Her stepmother had stormed in behind them, slamming the door. Cindy was trapped in the den with two furious adults.
"Now what the hell was going on upstairs?" her father asked loudly, his eyes flashing with angry fire. His body was so tense beneath his clothes that he trembled as he glared at his daughter.
"They raped me, Daddy!" Cindy moaned, wanting to cover her exposed pussy tits with her hands. But she was so confused, so frightened; his eyes overpowered her and she was afraid to do anything that might turn out to be wrong.
"Raping you? How the fuck could they rape you if they weren't here in the first place? You know you're not supposed to have anybody over when your mother and I are gone!"
"They knew you would be gone," Cindy said. She fought against the nervousness to keep her words from tumbling from her lips. "They knew Jimmy was gone for the night and that you planned to be out, so they sneaked into the house, I had just taken a shower, Daddy, and I was in my room, and suddenly they were there."
"So they just raped you?" Pam asked. It was in her voice that she didn't believe a word that Cindy was saying.
"I couldn't stop them!" Cindy insisted. God how she wished she could cover her cunt! "They threw me down on the bed and pulled off my panties. And then when I tried to fight them, they hit me in the stomach!"
But no matter how true it was, Pam only laughed. There was so much acid in the older woman's voice that it made Cindy's blood run cold.
"I must say, you certainly lodged" like*they were raping you," Pam said as she walked over to the small bar near one wall. Ice cubes clinked into two glasses, then Pam filled them up with bourbon. Then she carried one of the glasses over to her husband. Pam stood behind the chair where her husband sat, glaring out at Cindy.
"If they were raping you, dear," Pam said, "then why were you fucking your ass so hard onto that boy's long cock? When his prick started shooting cum, it was you-not him- who was fucking for all you were worth!"
Cindy was shocked. She knew she had to explain. "I was just trying to get it over with!"
"Oh yes," her stepmother said sarcastically. "You expect us to believe that? The reason you were fucking his cock so hard into your pussy was that you didn't like it at all? Just how fucking stupid do you think we are, little girl? You were grunting out your own cum and screaming like a bitch dog in heat. You wrapped your arms tightly around his back so you could rub your hot little tits against his horny male body!"
"No!" Cindy gasped, her voice failing her, but she knew that's how it must have looked. Anyone coming in would have believed that the young girl was eagerly getting her pussy-hole fucked. The desperate attempt to make Jerry cum would make it appear that it was Cindy who was the one enjoying the fucking the most.
"Aren't you tired of these lies, John?" Pam asked her husband. "If you're any kind of father, you'd whip her naked ass for not telling us the truth!"
Cindy's mouth fell open at the horrible suggestion, but, before she could step back, her father whipped his arm out to catch Cindy by the wrist. She fought but she was slowly dragged toward her father's lap. By the time he pulled his naked daughter down across his knees, he was perched on the front of the chair cushion. Cindy landed with a groan across his muscular thighs, her chest hammering onto one of his legs while her abdomen caught the other.
His fingers seemed to burn her flesh. Not since she had been a baby in diapers had her father touched her ass. Now his whole hand was pressed against her naked ass-flesh as his fingers clutched at her.
"No!" Cindy cried, confused about what was happening.
Her breath already came hard from the blows to her abdomen and chest, but the idea of being sprawled naked across her father's knees whisked the rest of her air away. There was panic, but there was also something else, something tingly in her guts, like a wild animal trying to claw its way out. Whatever it was sent arrows of sensation flashing through her body like lightning bolts shot up her cunt.
"Look at her asshole," Pam said. "You better check it out. They might have fucked her right up the shitter!"
"Please don't do that!" Cindy screamed as her father's thick fingers pried her ass-crease apart. She knew that the little wrinkled bud of her shithole was now exposed for both of them to see. The tip of his finger prodded at the puckered mouth of her asshole, setting off sparks that rocketed through her guts. Her face burned with a shame that, minutes ago, she'd never believed possible, and she couldn't understand why she was being treated so terribly by her parents.
"They didn't corn-hole her," Cindy's father said in a voice that was strained. "That little shitter is still as tight as a baby pussy, so at least the little bitch didn't let them fuck that."
"I didn't let them do anything, Daddy!" Cindy moaned, all the time trying to wiggle herself off his lap. But both hands now had a firm grasp on her, and Cindy accomplished nothing except to rub her naked tits and tummy against his lap.
"Look at her pussy!" her stepmother demanded, reaching down and grabbing one of Cindy's small asscheeks and pulling it to the side. "That cunt-hole is still leaking cum and spilling it all over your pants."
"Shit!" John growled and slapped Cindy's naked ass with his open palm. The sight of the boy's jism staining his trousers had been more than he could stand. He was furious at his young daughter.
Heat erupted across Cindy's asscheeks where her father had spanked her. Her ass felt scalded and she knew it was red and marked the shape of his hand.
"That's the way," Pam said. "Spank her naked ass. Show her she can't go passing* pussy to every freaky boy she meets. You've spent your whole life sacrificing for this little bitch. And what did it get you? How does she pay you for all that you've done? Whoring right here in your own house. You need to teach her again who the boss is!"
That wasn't the way it happened at all, Cindy thought. None of it was true! But how could she convince her father after he had seen her furiously fucking her cunt onto Jerry's raping prick? If only her stepmother would shut up, Cindy might be able to make her father understand.
But Pam wasn't going to shut up. Her cunt was already greased from sexual excitement and she'd been looking forward to this day for a long time. Ever since she had married Cindy's father, Pam's tongue had been hard for the pussy of the cute youngster, but the little bitch had always avoided her, no matter how hard Pam had tried. Now they had caught her fucking, and it was like finding pussy on a plate. All Pam had to do was to make her husband, John, realize that his cunt-hole of a daughter needed some firm punishment and training.
"Spank her, John!" Pam gasped. "Tear up her little ass! You raised her, fed her and clothed her, so her ass is yours to do with as you want! Make her pay for fucking a prick without your permission!"
Cindy's body jerked harshly across her father's knees as his heavy hand crashed down onto her ass. The open palm slapped into her left asscheek and the flesh exploded in pain.
Again and again, his hand fell, slapping her naked ass. Every inch of her hips was flushed a bright scarlet and the marks ran clear down onto the tops of her thighs. Even her ass crease had been abused, and burned down the crevice with an evil fire.
Finally the brutal hand slowed and her father growled deeply as he looked at his palm.
"Hurts me as much as it does her!" he said, looking up at his wife. Pam was angry that the punishment might be over before other things could get started. She suddenly remembered something she had left in the den the night before, and a sadistic smile returned to her face.
"Just a minute," she told her husband, spinning away from him to head over to the chair by the draped window. She reached down onto the cushion for something that lay there, then turned and walked back to her husband.
"Here," she said, holding out a large paddle-like hairbrush. "This ought to take care of the problem. I was using the hairbrush down here last night and I forgot to take it back up."
When Cindy heard her father laugh, if was more than she could stand. Tears started leaking down her cheeks and she closed her eyes and began to sob. she had hoped the terrible spanking was over, but it apparently was just getting started. His hand had hurt her ass more than anything she remembered in her life, and now she was going to be paddled by the hard, brutal back of a brush.
Smack! Her ass erupted with new pain. The hard brush slammed into abused flesh, and her skin felt like it would rupture and split. She wouldn't have been a bit surprised if blood had run down both sides of her ass and dripped wetly to the floor.
"Please stop, Daddy!" she wailed, but her father ignored her and continued spanking her fiercely with the brush. He grunted each time he struck her, but it didn't sound like he was in pain. The force of the whipping caused Cindy's body to jerk on his lap, rubbing her tits and tummy against his crotch. The louder she screamed in pain, the more he seemed driven to lash down with the brush even harder.
"Goddamn whore!" John shouted as he beat the ass of his daughter. "Fucking and sucking other goddamn pricks when I've worked myself half to death trying to see that you get everything you needed. You don't have a fucking bit of appreciation for all I've done."
Pam shouted at her husband: "Haven't you noticed how she prances around the house nearly naked, almost demanding that you pretend not to see? You see, John, I know goddamn well that you do! You see the same hard nipples showing through T-shirts that I see, John, and the fluff of her cunt-hair through those skimpy bikini panties she wiggles at you. She's been a cock-tease for a year, John! And then, what does she go and do? She brings home some boy and fucks his prick right here hi your house! She does better than that-she fucks his cock right in front of your face!"
"Bitch!" John snarled, aiming the brush at the joining of Cindy's hips and legs. The back of the hairbrush crashed against the young girl's ass and thighs, and her legs jerked open to get the tender leg flesh out of the way. The next blow hit her right on the back of the pussy-mound with a loud, excruciating smack.
"Aaeeiii!" Cindy screamed.
The pain was astoundingly intense. Her whole body thrashed against her father, rubbing naked girl-flesh all over his stomach and legs. Punching against her stomach through his clothes was something rock-hard and long. Cindy suddenly realized with shocking certainty that it was her own father's stiff cock she was rubbing with her body when she squirmed around on his lap.
"The brush isn't good enough!" Pam exclaimed, heading for the door. "I'll be back in a minute with something that'll really make her pay. John, you just keep beating her ass with the brush until I get back, then we'll really have some fun showing the little bitch how things are going to be from now on."
Cindy's mind whirled. How in the world had everything gone so wrong so quickly? Just a couple of hours ago, she had been alone in the house, enjoying the feel of a shower on her young, naked body. She had intended to get to bed early. But somehow those awful boys had shown up and things had begun to fall apart. Before it was over, she had her cherry broken and her pussy-hole raped, and her parents had picked just that time to come home. Now everything was all mixed up, and instead of the comforting she needed, her ass had been beaten.
And still it hadn't ended. All the time her stepmother was gone from the room, her father kept beating Cindy's tortured ass. But soon his arm had begun to tire from the long minutes of spanking and the force of the blows faded somewhat. Now she was almost numb to the weaker slaps of the hairbrush.
Then the door from the hallway opened and Pam slammed through with a cry of triumph. Beneath Cindy's tits and tummy, her father tensed and his hard cock poked her some more. Wondering what had caused such a reaction, Cindy glanced back across the room. She could see her stepmother striding across the room. Cindy gasped. Pam was almost naked! A tiny halter with holes cut out to show her proud nipples was all that covered her chest. The panties that she wore didn't even have a crotch, so her pussy showed through every time her legs came apart. But the sight that frightened Cindy the most, was the thick leather belt that her stepmother carried in one hand.
There was no way not to admit it, her stepmother was a sexy bitch. The sight of Pam in practically no clothes at all sent a storm of jealousy streaking through the young girl. Pam was tall-almost as tall as Cindy's father- which made her tower inches over the young girl. Pam, who was fifteen years younger than Cindy's father, was less than a decade older than the young girl.
John had married her less than six months after Cindy's mother had died, and some of his friends said secretly that he had been looking less for a wife than a daughter.
Either way, Pam's long silky-skinned legs were lean seductive towers beneath hips that flared only slightly and a firm ass that had a hint of being rounded. Her narrow waist gave her body a curvy shape, topped by a pair of magnificently shaped tits. Her tit-mounds were large and pointed, with a hint of a droop, with large brown nipples that were made to be sucked. Her crowning touch was straight red hair that hung down her back almost to her waist, the soft color of the strands emphasizing the beauty of her face.
Her father moved around beneath his naked young daughter, trying to use the thick belt. Finally, he said to his wife: "I can't use that on her without getting up;"
"Let me do it for you!" Pam hissed, her eyes dancing. "You just sit there and make sure the little bitch stays still on your lap."
Cindy squealed. She had to get away! She grabbed her father's ankle with her hands and pulled, almost tumbling herself off his lap. The hard pressure of her father's throbbing cock rubbed down the front of her body as she crawled, until it bumped obscenely into her pussy-crease. And there he caught her, reaching down and grabbing her arms. In a second, he had yanked her back up, taking away everything her effort had gained. Immediately, she was rammed back onto the tops of his thighs, slamming down hard on her tits.
"Reach under and hook your fingers in her pussy-hole!" Pam shouted as he fought to control the young girl. "Put claws in her cunt-hole and she'll be still for the belt!"
Cindy couldn't believe what her stepmother was saying, and she was even more astounded when she felt her father's hand slide under her stomach on the way to her naked cunt. Cindy's legs snapped together, but they were a half-second too late. Rough fingers pawed into her pussy-slit and the two thick fingertips poked at the mouth of her cunt-hole. With one harsh shove, both fingers drove up her pussy-channel, and the young girl was skewered onto her father's hand. Cindy's cherry blood and Jerry's cum greased the fuck-channel, but two fingers were still a tight fit. When her father curled his fingers, Cindy's whole body tensed, and she was frightened to move her hips. Like a fish snared by a hook, Cindy was caught, but it was her cunt-hole at the end of the line.
"Nooooo!" she groaned. She felt her pussy-mouth being spread. Thick fingers scissored inside her, then curled again. They spread her cunt-hole wide. All she could do was lay there and sob as her stepmother threatened her ass-flesh with the belt.
"Here it comes, whore!" Pam hissed and swung her arm fierily at Cindy's naked flesh. The leather belt slapped down crisply across both of the young girl's asscheeks, burning a wide trail of pain into her skin.
"Aaeeeiiii!" Cindy screamed. What had happened earlier now seemed like a game compared to the new agony of being whipped.
The belt lashed down again, brutalizing the backs of her thighs. Large welts broke out on her legs, the line of the belt's path turning obscenely red.
"How do you like that, little daughter?" her stepmother asked. "Does that feel as good as a prick? If you think a little cock in your cunt gets you going, wait until my belt eats up your skin!"
"No, please!" Cindy cried. Her struggles were stopped by the fingers in her cunt.
"We're going to teach you what fucking is all about," Pam said as she thrashed the girl's naked ass again. "You won't ever have to go out looking for prick again. If you're going to pass your little naked pussy around, you're going to do it right here in this house. And not to anybody else. Do you hear me, bitch!"
"Oh, yes!" Cindy bellowed. "Just stop! Please!"
"I'll stop when you're ready to learn!" Pam hissed, lashing out with the belt once more. Cindy's ass and thighs were streaked with red welts.
"Don't do this to me!" Cindy cried.
"Then tell me that you're ready!" Pam yelled triumphantly. "Tell me you want your father and me to teach you everything you'll ever need to know!"
"Yes!" Cindy shrieked. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
In those seconds, Cindy was mistakenly certain there was nothing worse than the pain she was feeling.