Chapter 8
"Why are you making me do this?" Cindy asked, feeling the tight grasp of the leather collar that had been buckled around her neck. "I've never have done anything to make you treat me this terrible way."
The young girl was on her hands and knees in the living room, after being dragged in from the dining room floor. Her face was still covered with cunt-juices from eating her stepmother's pussy, and her father's cum still dribbled down the insides of her thighs.
She still wore the abbreviated maid's uniform, which didn't cover either her tits or her ass. John had snapped the tight collar around her neck when he had her in by the couch, and Pam had pitched in with the leash.
The chain was about six feet long, made of tiny links, and had a leather loop at one end for a hand. When Pam grabbed the leash about halfway down and swung the top of the chain, Cindy didn't need to be told what was about to happen. She braced herself for the pain.
Whack! The leather loop slapped down the crease of her ass, as the first links of the chain crashed onto her ass. Her legs and the bottom of her ass went almost numb, and Cindy almost fell to her face.
"Don't talk back to us like that, bitch!" Cindy's stepmother snarled. "We're not here to answer your questions. We're here to show you that a little cunt-hole girl isn't going to fuck all the boys around town!"
"But you've been fucking me!" Cindy wailed, unable to see any difference. Besides, she thought desperately, she hadn't fucked a single one of the boys except for the time she had been raped.
Whack! The leather tortured her ass again. The links of the chain bounced off the tailbone, causing the pain and numbness to spread. Cindy worried that she'd lose complete control of her legs if the sadistic woman didn't stop beating the end of her spine.
"Yes!" Pam hissed. "We've been fucking you to show you your place in this family. And the place for all little bitches is right down by their master's left leg, just like any other dog around."
Cindy wanted to scream back, to fight the awful idea, but Pam held the chain poised to strike. Groaning, the young girl bit back her protests, knowing she'd be tortured less if she gave in and went along with whatever they planned. Her shame was already deep, far over her head. At the time she felt there were no deeper depths to which her debasement could plunge.
"Now!" Pam explained, snapping the chain tight. She had gleefully noticed the submission in the young girl's eyes. "You're going to learn to heel to your master and learn to follow some of the other doggie commands."
"Dog?" Cindy asked, but Pam yanked on the leash. The young girl gasped when the collar began to choke her out.
"Yes, bitch!" her stepmother snapped. "A bitch is a dog. If you think you're going to fuck boys like some slut dog in heat in the middle of the road, you're going to learn obedience."
Cindy couldn't breath. There wasn't even a tiny bit of air! Cindy's lungs felt like they would explode before her stepmother finally let up on the leash. But finally the collar gave way and allowed her to suck cool air into her chest. But the threat remained. The collar stayed on her throat. Anytime Pam wanted, Cindy could be strangled into total submission.
"Do you get the picture, daughter?" John asked as he stood at his wife's wide and watched. "Do you finally get the picture that you're going to do whatever we say. By the time we're finished, you're going to be clear on just where you stand in this family. You'll also know exactly what hard fucking is all about!"
For two hours they trained her, walking her here and there at the end of the leash. Each time she hesitated or was slow to pick up their commands, the collar choked back against her neck. Her parents had found the perfect incentive plan for the young girl to participate in her own humiliation; she went along as quickly as she could, they allowed her to breathe, but if she faltered the least little bit, they rapidly cut off her air.
John and Pam taught her to heel and to sit her naked ass down on her calves, while her body was at attention, beside the left leg of whoever was holding her leash. She learned to anticipate when they would step out so she could fall to her hands and knees and follow them around. At first, she had trouble keeping up, but a few lashes with the leather thong and the small links of chains cured her of any worry she had about battering her knees and hands. When they stopped, she did too, sitting back on her haunches again. After awhile, it became almost a brutal game as they walked her through her paces, teaching her to circle around the rear her master when coming up to heel.
There were hand commands that, at first, fooled her-pointed fingers, waved palms and an obvious stop sign that showed her when to move and when to stay still. When she hesitated, the leather and chain battered her ass, so it didn't take long for the young girl to respond as any good bitch dog would.
At first she was desperately humiliated, deeply debased and shamed. Her parents were treating her just like a dog off the streets that they were trying to get under control.
Then, as she walked through the orders they gave her, Cindy slowly thought she was beginning to understand. Both her father and stepmother believed that the young girl was out of control, fucking all the boys in town. They imagined her flat on her back with her legs in the air, her cunt sloppy with male cum. They even probably thought she was sucking hard cock and pussy each and every day, and most of the things they had done to her wouldn't have been new if that had been true, but she just hadn't been able to make them believe their suspicions were a pack of lies.
Now they were trying to force discipline back into her, and Cindy had to admit that they were doing a pretty good job. She had heard from other kids about being spanked or whipped, but Cindy had never had that problem. Now, in less than twenty-four hours, her battered body had caught up with all the punishment and pain she had missed out on.
"Your little bitch learns pretty quick," Pam said to her husband as she stopped walking again. Cindy quickly heeled and sat back so smoothly that her stepmother never had a chance to use the leash on her ass.
John laughed and sat down in a chair. His heavy cock leaned over onto his left leg. "The little slut's doing so good, maybe you ought to give her a reward."
"Stay!" Pam said, and shoved her left palm into Cindy's face. Then her stepmother moved in front of the young girl until her ass was almost in Cindy's face.
"Dogs on the street like to smell each other's asshole," Pam said. "For a reward, I'm going to let you sniff and lick mine."
Cindy wanted to groan, but she didn't let the sound escape her chest. She knew by now that any complaint was just asking for the beatings to return. Her stepmother bent over in front of Cindy, then reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass.
Pam's asshole looked like an island in the expanse of her ass-flesh. The skin around it was slightly darker than that of her asscheeks, but it wasn't yet brown. The shithole itself was even a touch darker and looked like a tiny volcano ready to erupt. Folds in the skin circled the tightly closed mouth of the hole, arrowing in toward the middle. It seemed that all the little wrinkles were aimed directly at the actual asshole as if pointing out where Cindy should stick her nose.
The young girl pressed her nose against the shithole and breathed deeply, as she imagined a dog would do. A musky odor swelled into her nostrils, but there was nothing unpleasant about the smell. Her tongue flicked out as her nose came away, and she licked across Pam's puckered asshole. She could feel each wrinkle as she circled, leaving a trail of saliva, her tongue moving toward the hole. Her tongue pressed, pushing its tip into the ass-ring until it was a fraction of an inch inside.
"The girl licks shithole as good as I've ever felt!" Pam exclaimed, talking to her husband. "You ought to get into this."
"Yeah," John said, as he rose from the chair.
He replaced his wife with his spread asscheeks hovering in front of Cindy's face. He had hair all around his shithole. The odor was heavier, but still not unpleasant, and the muskiness was even carried over to the taste on Cindy's tongue. Because it was bigger, the ass-ring wasn't quite so tight, and she managed to ram almost an inch of her tongue up into the doorway to his guts.
"Now what?" John asked after his asshole was well-licked.
Cindy knew what needed to come next, although she trembled when she thought about asking. By now she was sorely regretting her decision in the shower to only let small squirts of piss from her cunt. She had been embarrassed about the idea of pissing on herself in the cascading water and had hoped her parents would soon let her piss.
But the hours had passed without even the mention of a trip to the bathroom, and Cindy's bladder had been almost full before all of it had started. Now her bladder felt stretched as big as a basketball, and it pushed painfully up against her abdomen. For the past thirty minutes, even the slightest movement caused her to cramp at the pressure torturing her insides. Although she was reluctant, she knew she really had no choice; it was either ask to go to the bathroom or piss right there on the floor.
"Daddy, I have to pee!" Cindy groaned, reaching down to press at the top of her pussy with one hand. If her pussy-hole had been big enough, she would have tried to plug the painful little opening with a finger.
Her stepmother looked down sternly at her.
"Didn't you piss in the shower?" Pam asked. "I told you to let it run down your legs!"
"I did a little!" Cindy cried, unable to look Pam in the eyes. "I tried to but it made me feel too much like a baby!"
"Disobedient little cunt-hole!" her stepmother hissed, glancing toward the door to the hall. "I ought to get my whip and teach you a lesson."
"No, wait," John said, reaching out his hand to block his wife. His fingers touched and toyed with her right tit. Then he turned toward Cindy. "This afternoon you're a bitch dog, and dogs don't care who watches them take a piss. Do you understand that?"
Cindy was confused.
"I'll allow you to take a piss in the toilet bowl, Cindy, but you'll have to do it so Pam and I can watch," John said.
Cindy noticed a lusty look of excitement in his eyes.
"Yeah," Pam said enthusiastically. "She can hunker down with her feet on the rim of the bowl and spread her little pussy so we can see the piss come out! I've never seen a bitch piss like that before."
The fire in Pam's eyes burned even brighter than did her father's. Pam's lips parted and her teeth glinted; if Candy hadn't known better, she would have thought that her stepmother was about to bite somebody.
"I can't do that!" Cindy exclaimed, her face turning red. "People don't watch other people pee!"
"But you're a goddamn bitch dog!" Pam snarled. "Now take your choice-either piss or the whip! Sooner or later, your bladder's going to explode and we're going to get to watch that piss some out no matter what you say!"
Her stepmother was right. Cindy's control over her bladder was already down to precious minutes, and she could feel tiny drops of piss beginning to leak into the tube to her cunt. Soon, beads of pee would form around the mouth of her piss-hole and after that would come the flood. With the pain gripping her guts already making her eyes water, there was no way the young girl was going to be able to keep her parents from watching her piss.
Pam dragged Cindy to her feet by the leash, then led her into the bathroom where the toilet waited like a seat of execution. John lifted the lid, then forced Cindy's feet up onto the rim of the bowl, where she was ordered to hunker down. As her body sank, her knees splayed outward and the further down she got, the wider her little pussy spread. When her ass was just inches from the rim, the lips of her cunt-gash were pulled so tightly to the sides that it hurt the top and bottom of her cunt-slit.
"There it is!" Pam gasped as she sank to her knees in front of the toilet. She pointed out Cindy's tiny piss-hole, which had fluttered open its minuscule mouth.
"Don't make me do this!" Cindy squealed as her father got down to where he could look directly into his young daughter's cunt-gash.
Sobbing, Cindy fought against her strong need to piss but the pain was simply too much to bear. The position of her body caused her abdomen to clamp down on her bladder, and the pathway to and out of her pussy was cleared and ready to go. Gasping, the young girl felt the first of the boiling liquid enter the tube from her bladder and burn all the way to her piss-hole.
A stream of hot, golden piss erupted from Cindy's pussy and splattered down into the bowl of the toilet. It came out so fast that it shocked the young girl as it splashed back onto her legs and ass. She whimpered, then began to moan as she glanced down at her parents' faces. Both John and Pam were staring directly into Cindy's pussy-crease from only a couple of feet away. Raw sexual excitement was written all over their faces.
"Look at that!" Pam exclaimed. "That must be the way my piss-hole looks when it shoots out liquid fire!"
The yellow stream hissed against the porcelain. Cindy's ears were assaulted by the sound. It grew to a roar that seemed to fill the room, and the young girl wishes she could die. Her parents had stripped her of all her dignity. She couldn't even piss without them watching and getting excited, using her shame to make them feel good.
Finally, thankfully, the stream began to weaken and the pain in Cindy's belly began to go away. Tears ran down her cheeks from the horrible humiliation she was having to endure just to piss away the contents of her bladder. The stream broke, then spurted a few times before it died down to a dribble. Relieved that the ordeal was over, Cindy reached over for some tissue to wipe her pussy. Pam grabbed her arm, and the young girl looked up in surprise.
"We'll wash it off," Pam said. "Now get over there in the tub."
Cindy stepped in, expecting Pam to turn on the shower, but the other woman ordered the young girl to lay down. Uncertain, Cindy did as she was told and, listening to instructions, she scooted down until her head and body were flat on the bottom.
"John," Pam said, "you need to wash off her little cunt. There are drops of piss running down the cunt-slit.
Cindy's father laughter when he realized what his wife wanted. "I think I can do something about that."
He reached down and took his cock in his hand. He pointed it down at Cindy's pussy.
That can't be what they mean, Cindy thought wildly. There was no way that she could believe it. It had been horrible enough for her to piss while they looked right at her cunt, surely even they would never dream of anything more degrading. And it wasn't until the first of the golden stream of piss jetted from the end of her father's cock, that the young girl actually accepted that he was going to use her body as a toilet.
"No!" she shrieked as she felt the hot piss splash into her pussy. It seemed to scald her and brand her wherever it touched. Her hands splashed through the wetness to try to cover her cunt. The piss-stream moved up the front of her body. It broke over the nipple of her left tit, beating the flesh like a drum. Cindy cried out as drops of the steaming liquid splashed up onto her face.
The piss-stream moved all across her, tracing lines that felt like liquid fire on her skin. When it struck the back of her hands it splattered even more and sent drops flying up into her face. One struck her in an eye and several splashed into her screaming mouth, and she jerked her hands out of the way to try to cut down on the splatter. Then John's piss-stream had an open shot at his young daughter's flesh and it flowed all over her tits and cunt.
The drain in the bath took away some of the salty liquid, but it seemed that her father hadn't pissed in a week. Long after Cindy thought possible, the hot stream splashed her body. It seemed like an eternity had passed before the piss-stream finally weakened and trickled away to just drops.
Cindy's eyes were shut. When John's stream finally died, the young girl gasped and lay there moaning for a few seconds. Then her eyes opened, and she screamed when she saw what was happening.
Pam had stepped up onto the wide rim of the tub and was hunkering down right over Cindy's face. The young girl watched her stepmother's pussy gape. She had time to gasp and tremble before Pam's cunt erupted with piss.
Cindy actually saw the little piss-hole flare open before the golden stream burst out, then she barely closed her eyes in time before the piss hit her face. It was hot-scalding. Its reek swarmed up her nose. The stream shot into her surprised mouth before she could close her lips. The heady, salty flavor made her gasp and she sucked a mouthful of piss down her throat. Her eyes were bathed, drops ran up her nose, and she began to gag. The stream circled her face, particularly her mouth and nose.
Each time she gasped for breath, more piss would stream into her mouth. Soon she was drinking it down her throat as fast as she could, praying that she wouldn't drown. By the time Pam's bladder was empty, it felt like she had swallowed a gallon of hot, steaming piss.