Chapter 7
When her parents finally released Cindy's straps and chains long enough for the young girl to relax, she simply collapsed forward onto her face. She didn't even have enough energy left to go searching for a pillow.
She should have tried to escape. She should have bitten her lower lip to keep her crippling exhaustion at bay, then searched for a way to get away. Cindy learned quickly that everything was neither forgotten nor forgiven.
John and Pam had disappeared sometime during the night. Cindy was in their bed, so she had no idea where they had gone. It really hadn't mattered and she slept until the afternoon of the next day.
She stretched when she awoke, groaning at the lingering soreness. But as her memories of the night before came tumbling back, the young girl was surprised that she didn't hurt any worse than she did. The skin of her ass prickled, but the sting from the belt was gone, and, although there was a vacant sort of feeling in her asshole and cunt, she was aware that both little fuck-holes had shrunken back to their normal size. In fact, Cindy felt remarkably fit, considering what she had endured, and didn't hurt too much worse than she did after a mile run at school.
She tested the one ankle-drain which held her to the bed. The clamp tugged sharply at her ankle, but the metal bracelet was loose enough for her to roll her leg around, so she flopped over onto her back. Her tits bounced when she banged to the mattress, but her cunt-muff was stiff with dried cum. Her thighs were also coated with a dry wash of the stuff and she rubbed at her chin and found that her face was the same. Her nose crinkled when she smelled herself, and she thought of a three-day-old orgy gone stale. The air was thick with the odor of sex.
She had to pee. She needed to take a piss.
"Well, our princess finally decided to wake ups" her stepmother's voice purred from the doorway, and Cindy quickly glanced over. The red-haired woman wore a tight leather skirt that hugged and barely covered her naked ass, and a thin pink pullover blouse that showed the bumps of her nipples. Cindy sat up abruptly in the middle of the bed and crossed her arms to hide her tits. Both hands dipped between her legs to block the sight of her cunt. But there was absolutely nothing she could do about the smell that seemed to yell that somebody had been fucking her hard.
"God, it smells like a tuna convention in here," Pam said, her voice nasty as she walked over to the window and levering it open. Fresh, warm air rippled into the room, swirling but not destroying the odor. "Get your smelly pussy into the bathroom and give it a shower."
"I have to pee," Cindy said as Pam unsnapped the clamp on her leg. As soon as she was free, the young girl was quickly out of the bed. "I didn't tell you to piss, bitch!" Pam hissed, Cindy jerked to a stop. She turned as her stepmother walked toward her with one arm curled back across her chest. Cindy knew she was about to be struck and she recoiled from the woman. Her naked back bumped the wall behind her, cracking the back of her skull.
"But I've got to pee," Cindy whined, crossing her legs tightly to try to keep her bladder under control. Surely her stepmother understood. Any woman knows how much it hurts to need to piss bad and not be able to do it.
But Pam was brutal.
"Piss in the shower!" she screamed at the young girl. "Let that hot stuff run down your legs. With the shower going strong, you won't even notice that you're pissing yourself like a child!"
Feeling crushed, Cindy stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then stepped into its warm embrace. When the water was the hottest and strongest, she let short squirts of pee out of her pussy to join the water running down her legs.
Just enough to relieve the pain, the humiliated girl thought, then she could hold the rest in her bladder until they finally broke down and let her take an honest piss. But, even as she fought to control the hot jets from her pussy, Cindy worried about when that chance might come and about just what might be in store before that time came.
It was degrading. The little skirt didn't even cover her ass. Cindy had no idea where such an obscene little uniform had come from, because it wouldn't even have fit her body when she had been a baby. The scooped-out front of the tight, black garment cut across the bottom of her chest, exposing her tits, then dropped to flare into a skirt that ended a couple of inches onto the cheeks of her ass.
In front, her entire pussy-mound was uncovered, except for the thin strap that ran through her crotch to be fastened in the back. Atop the garment, in front, was a minuscule white apron that covered neither her pussy nor tits. A garter belt, as black as midnight, cinched her waist and the straps plunged to mid-thigh, where they held up the tops of ebony mesh nylons. The only other thing the embarrassed young girl wore was a set of spiked heels so high that she wobbled when she walked.
A maid, Cindy thought wildly. A lewd, near-naked maid! And that's just how her father and stepmother were using her.
"Just put my coffee down right there," John told his slave daughter. "I always like to have a good cup of it when I'm through."
Cindy winced but did as she was told. For more than thirty minutes, she had been serving them, running back and forth to the kitchen on the least little pretense, and all the time she was watching the food on the table out of the corners of her eyes. There was plenty of food-there was more than enough left for her three times over-but her father and stepmother hadn't offered her even one tiny bite.
"What do you think?" John asked Para. "Do you think she'll ever make it as a maid?"
"Not without a lot more training," the woman exclaimed with a sneer. "My spoon was supposed to be laid out straight and it was at least a quarter-inch crooked to the left. I don't know about your coffee, John, but when she brought mine there was a drop on the side of the cup."
"Bad, bad," John said seriously, shaking his head as he looked back up at Cindy. "I guess you're going to have to be punished for making such a mess of things."
"No, please, Daddy!" Cindy whimpered. "I didn't mean it. I'll do it better next time!"
"I'll go get the belt!" Pam gasped, and scooted the legs of her chair back across the floor.
"No, wait," John said. "I've got a more interesting idea."
His wife settled back into place, turning her chair so she could see. She knew her husband well and, when he got going, there was no end to the outlandish ideas he could come up with.
"Now," John said, turning his attention back to his trembling daughter. "Turn around and reach down and grab your ankles."
"But I don't have anything on my-on my- my ass!" Cindy blubbered, already speared by the hot shaft of shame.
Just the thought of bending over in the dining room, her naked ass sticking out, was enough to embarrass her to the core. Flickers in her mind showed her how she would look winking her asshole into the room, and both her face and her tits turned a brilliant red.
But her father didn't seem impressed by the mental agony she was suffering.
"I guess your stepmother goes and gets the belt," John said. "Because you're either going to bend over and grab your ankles or she's going to tear up your ass."
Tears of frustration broke out of the young girl's eyes and streamed down her cheeks. But no matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, she really had little choice. Bending over without a fight might terribly degrade her, but so would getting whipped with the belt. And with that, there would be pain-earth-shaking, ass-ripping pain. Slowly, she pivoted on the spiked heels until her back was to her father, then she carefully bent over at the waist and reached down. Her fingers closed over the tops of her ankles and her ass pushed high into the air.
Cindy cocked her head slightly. She could see John's hand reach onto the table and pick up a spoon from beside his plate. The young girl grimaced as his hand disappeared in the direction of her naked ass. She knew that both her shithole and her pussy were exposed, and she had no idea of what he might try. His free hand pushed between her thighs, then tugged her legs apart to spread her ass-crease and cunt.
When the slap came, Cindy almost pitched forward off her heels. It wasn't the pain-although there was certainly enough of that- but the surprise that almost knocked her onto her face. John had slapped the back of the spoon directly into her pussy-slit, smacking up against the tiny clit.
"Ouch!" Cindy cried when her clit was smashed again. The tiny bud shriveled from the pain and tried to hide in the folds of her pussy-flesh. But John's aim was deadly and he ferreted the nub of sex nerves out, torturing it with the spoon.
"Now you're going to hold this for me," he said, his voice as steady as a rock. The total lack of emotion in his words send a cold chill down Cindy's spine. "If you drop that thing before I tell you it's okay, your stepmother will get her bullwhip instead!"
Cindy squealed when the bowl of the spoon was pushed into her tight cunt-hole, its edges like dull knives as they scraped through her pussy-ring. Once inside, against the inner cunt-walls, the unnatural shape was very uncomfortable, but at least it didn't cause much pain.
"Hand me your spoon," John said to his wife, and Cindy watched their arms meet over the center of the table. Then thick fingers spread her ass-cheeks even more and she felt the cold touch of metal on the puckered mouth of her shithole.
Cindy started to scream, knowing the edges of the spoon's bowl would cut her, but her father had turned the utensil around and shoved the handle into her shitter instead. The edges of the stem still bit, but not nearly as much as the other end would have.
"The same goes for this spoon, daughter," John said. "You better keep this in your asshole until I say you can take it out, or your stepmother gets to use the bullwhip to her heart's desire."
The spoon up her shithole presented Cindy with a whole different problem. With the one in her cunt, the bowl itself held the utensil in place and Cindy would probably have had to push down with her stomach muscles to push the thing out. But the spoon in her shithole gave her ass-ring precious little to hang on to, and most of spoon's weight was still outside. If Cindy relaxed for just a second, it might slip from her asshole and clatter to the floor.
"Now I think it's time you earned your keep," John said sternly. "Looking at your asshole and pussy has made my cock hard. Get on your knees in front of me and suck some cum out of my prick."
"Noooo!" Cindy groaned, but she knew there was nothing she could do.
John's chair scraped against the floor as he turned it from the table. Her father had opened the front of his trousers and his hard cock jutted up into the air. The prick-shaft was throbbing hard, the cock-head nearly purple, and already the prick looked ready to erupt.
The young girl went to her knees, reaching one hand out for his prick. Heat swarmed into her fingers from the shaft as she took the prick and bent the cock-head back toward her mouth. She whined deeply, leaned in and opened her mouth.
The rubbery cock-head forced her lips wide. Hot prick-shaft glided in onto her tongue. Cock-meat quickly began knocking at the opening to her throat. Slowly, Cindy rode her lips down the prick-shaft as far as she could. Then she began pulling the monstrous face-fucker back out.
"Piston your face on my cock!" John ordered gruffly. "Fuck it up and down with your mouth. I always like my first cum to be a quick one to get me going for the rest of the day!"
And he was true to his words. Even as Cindy began to seriously suck prick, the cock-shaft was swelling in her mouth. His cock-head felt as big as a circus balloon as it bulged at the opening to her throat. His balls climbed in their sac as the skin crinkled up next to the base of his cock. Then, suddenly, a flood of sticky cum blasted into the back of Cindy's mouth and washed back up across her teeth and tongue.
"Swallow it, slut daughter!" John growled, and grabbed her hair with both of his hands. He rammed her face down hard onto his prick, and Cindy was forced to gulp to catch all of the splashing jism. When his hand relaxed, she licked around his cock-head and prick-shaft to clean off the last of the cum.
"That wasn't bad at all," John finally admitted as he leaned back farther in his chair. His cock stayed long and thick, but softened just enough to bow over onto the top of his thigh.
Cindy rocked back to sit on her feet.
"Maybe we ought to reward her for learning to suck cock so quickly," he said, staring down at the young girl.
"If you can find something appropriate," Pam said.
Cindy shivered at the menace in the woman's voice. Each word seem like the bite of a vampire aimed straight for her throat.
John looked down at his daughter, still on her knees in front of his crotch.
"What would you like as a reward, daughter?" he asked. "Make sure it's something a slave might get. You gave up all the little girly stuff when you started fucking boys."
She wanted to deny it, but Cindy knew it would do no good. To tell him she had been a virgin and that the boys had raped her would only get him mad. Instead, the knots in her stomach were getting worse as her nose picked up the aroma of the food, "Can I have something to eat, Daddy?" Cindy asked. "I'm so hungry I don't know what to do."
John chuckled as he looked up at his wife.
"You think we could find a way to serve this little slave something to eat? But, don't forget, we should get some pleasure out of whatever we -do," Pam said.
This time Cindy was certain she didn't like in the way her stepmother spoke. As the sadistic tones diminished, they were replaced by the rustle of clothes. Then there was the clatter of knives and spoons banging around on the dishes. After several minutes, her father smiled down and told Cindy that it was time for her to turn around, and that she could begin to eat her lunch.
Cindy pivoted on her knees. She yipped in surprise at what she saw. Her stepmother, Pam, had pulled off her blouse and spread mashed potatoes all over her large, firm, naked tits. The leather skirt was bunched up to her waist as Pam scooted forward and spread her legs wide over the arms of the chair. The widely gaping cunt and ass overhung the front of the chair's cushion, and her asshole had been spread with thick globs of butter. Already the heat of Pam's shitter had begun to melt the butter, sending yellow drops sliding down her ass-crease. Her pussy was bare, but in her left hand Pam held a thick, long sausage.
"Eat your potatoes, little girl," Pam said in an almost demented way. "Make sure you clean every speck off your plate. You can't leave any when there's little kids in China starving to death."
The spoon almost slipped from Cindy's asshole. She caught it at the last instant. She bore down with her ass-ring and actually sucked the handle back up into place. Walking on her knees, the young girl slowly approached her stepmother and, driven by hunger, leaned in and began eating smeared potatoes from the woman's luscious right tit. When that tit was clean, Cindy switched to the left one. She polished both tits clean with wet whisks of her tongue.
"Now have some butter, my dear," Pam said, scooting down a bit more in the chair.
Cindy groaned as she went down, but she knew there was no way to avoid it. She moved onto her hands and knees, then dipped her head even lower, stretching with her neck to reach her stepmother's buttery ass. Her tongue flicked all around the brown bud of the shithole, catching the butter that was beginning to run. When she had Pam's ass clean, Cindy leaned back, rising to her knees, waiting to see what was coming next.
Pam's left hand descended and slowly forced the Polish sausage all the way up her cunt. Only the tip of the thick meat-shaft was protruding from the lips of her hot, leaking pussy.
"There's the main course, bitch!" Pam hissed triumphantly. "Eat it out of my cunt! The rest of the food you get comes straight from my pussy!"
Cindy moved in on Pam's cunt. The potatoes and butter had merely excited the young girl's hunger, and the Polish sausage looked like the best meal in the world. Even if Cindy was forced to take her nourishment from a cunt-hole, she desperately needed food in her stomach.
As she took the first bite, she felt her father settle behind her. Suddenly the spoons were ripped from her cunt-hole and ass. Quickly, a thick cock replaced the utensil in her pussy and the prick drove all the way to the end of Cindy's cunt. There, John's cock-head hammered against the closed mouth of her womb.
Cindy's mouth watered. The taste of the sausage was blended with the flavor of pussy. When she nibbled at the end of the thick shaft of meat, her lips pawed around the mouth of Pam's cunt. The woman used the muscles in her stomach to alternately shove out the meat to Cindy's mouth, then suck it back up into her pussy-channel. It taunted Cindy, teased her, and the young girl felt proud and fulfilled when she caught it enough to take another bite into her mouth. All the time, her father was pounding hard prick dead center into Cindy's pussy-hole, stirring up a storm in her guts.
Finally, when the last bite of sausage had been swallowed, Cindy knew what was expected and she fell to furiously eating out her stepmother's cunt Both her father and her stepmother howled, as John bathed Cindy's pussy-hole with Jism, and Pam washed Cindy's face with the juices of her cunt.
Cindy hummed, happy that she finally had a full tummy.